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Blueblood was on his way back to his room after another session with his aunt. Several days had passed since he had played his trick on Celestia right in front of the foreign dignitaries, and he had slowly been growing all the while. Sadly, his horn remained tiny and impotent even though his stallionhood had grown to more than its former glory.

He was now only a little below average in build and height, though his hips retained quite a bit of their girlish figure. He had a feeling that Celestia was going to keep him looking effeminate for as long as possible. He had been pulling his mane back into a ponytail lately, which only enhanced the look.

The toys that she used had been growing ever larger, and Blueblood knew that before long he would be able to..."accommodate" her. He felt a worrisome mix of dread and excitement whenever he thought of it, and he tried not to dwell on it too much.

The weather had been cold lately. Summer's last dying breaths faded from the land as frost claimed Canterlot. It was beautiful outside, but unpleasantly chilly. Nopony ventured out if they didn't need to.

Blueblood's guards had taken to passing the time in other ways. He had grudgingly accepted Gina and Crossfire's relationship, though he had yet to tell them. He didn't approve of it, but if he made it public then they would likely lose their jobs. The thought of losing two acquaintances - not friends yet, but in time they would be - was not a pleasant one. Lonely as he was, he was desperate for ponies to talk to.

Besides, he would just be assigned two new guards. At least the ones he had now weren't going to make fun of his condition.

While he was distracted by his musings, Blueblood failed to notice a shadowy figure following him. His guards usually didn't walk him back to his room from Celestia's chambers, since they would have to stand around outside and wait for him. He didn't want them to hear anything through the door, as his training sessions had been getting a bit louder lately. He would have been utterly mortified if any of them heard his moaning or Celestia's teasing.

An eerie feeling of not being completely alone made him pause. Blueblood wasn't used to being in dangerous situations, so his instincts confused him at first. He turned around to see if anypony was following him, but the hallway was empty.

Out of the corner of his eye Blueblood saw something streaking toward his face. The blow was backed by a lot of strength, and it completely disoriented him. He staggered backwards, vision cloudy and the copper taste of blood filling his mouth.

Somepony hit him again and knocked him to the ground. He felt a pair of taloned feet closing around his throat, and choked on his cry for help. Blueblood's airway was cut off, and he quickly became light headed. After another few moments he blacked out completely.

He remembered bits and pieces of what happened next. He was beaten some more, but he didn't know how badly. Another gryphon once held open a sack and he was dropped inside. The gryphon holding him said something about him being lighter than he looked. Seemingly only a few seconds later, the world stopped making sense altogether.

He was no longer in the bag. One gryphon had gone berserk, and was attacking the others. Blueblood saw gleaming armor, but wasn't sure who was wearing it. A blue blur suddenly descended on the group, throwing them into further disarray.

Some of the fog cleared from his mind, and Blueblood saw Slipstream holding a gryphon down and brutally beating it into unconsciousness. "Mother_fucker!_" the pegasus snarled.

Gina landed next to him and somehow curled her beak in disgust. Blueblood hadn't even thought that such an expression would be possible. "Traitors, the lot of them," she said. "Any of them get away?"

"One," Slipstream grumbled. "He was probably the leader. He cut out right away once things went south." He angrily kicked one of the downed gryphons. "The coward's going to be halfway around the world by the time we figure out who these guys are."

"You mean this coward?" Crossfire asked. The huge unicorn trotted down the hallway, a struggling gryphon held in his magic. "Found him trying to fly over the wall. I don't think he knew about the air defenses, because he smashed his face up pretty bad against the shielding spell."

Gina glanced at the gryphon, making sure to stay just out of range of his claws. "What happened to the rest of him?" she asked, pointing to the scrapes and scratches all over his body.

Crossfire shrugged and gave a friendly smile. "He fell down the stairs."

Slipstream finally noticed that Blueblood was awake, and quickly began checking his injuries. "Doesn't look they did anything but smack you around a little," he said. "You'll be alright."

"I think I'd like to go to my quarters," the prince said quietly. He was ashamed to admit it, even to himself, but he was fighting back tears. His hooves were shaking so badly that he had to keep them firmly planted on the floor to hide it.

Slipstream helped him stand, and supported him with one leg draped over his shoulders. "Alright," he said comfortingly, his tone starkly different from what it had been moments before. "Let's go. Gina, Crossfire? Can you handle reporting this?" The other guards saluted, and he returned it as best he could with only one of his front legs free. "Oh, and you...uh, you should get changed."

Blueblood looked Gina over, and realized that there was something very odd about her armor. It had a tribal pattern to it, rather than the strictly business design favored by the royal guards. The harness sat differently, and covered far less. Her hips were bare, along with her chest and throat. The tail end of the armor on her back was designed so that actually looped under her tail to hold it up, leaving her with no modesty whatsoever. A pair of tight gloves with metal cuffs pushed all the way up to her shoulders, and a similar pair of stockings covered her legs.

Crossfire look down at his own outfit and laughed nervously. He was dressed like an explorer out of an adventure novel, complete with a battered pith hat. "Oops," he said.

Gina wasn't nearly as graceful about the revelation as her lover. She squealed and tried to cover more of herself up, but in the end had to hide behind Crossfire to get out of sight. She covered her face, shivering from a mix of embarrassment and fear. "We were sort of in the middle of something," Crossfire explained. He looked up and down the hallway to make sure that nopony was watching. "Hey, Blueblood?"

"Please don't tell anypony," Gina whispered from behind him. She sounded ready to burst into tears at any moment.

"I was working up to it!" Crossfire said. His usual happy-go-lucky grin faded completely, and was replaced by something much closer to a tense grimace. "She's right, though. If anypony found out, we'd be split up. One of us would have to go AWOL if we wanted to see each other again, and with the foal coming..."

"I think he gets it," Slipstream said. Blueblood nodded numbly, still too shaken up to say anything. "I'll take him back to his room. Keep your eyes open, just in case this bunch had friends nearby." The group split up, and Blueblood was led back to his quarters.

Slipstream locked the door behind them and guided Blueblood to the bed. "Sit here," he said, and trotted into the bathroom. He came back with the first aid kit and popped the lid open. "Don't worry, alright? We'll get all of this sorted out. In the meantime, you're safe. Can you tell me where it hurts?"

Twenty minutes later, Blueblood was all patched up. Slipstream was quite skilled in field medicine, and made short work of every cut and scrape. If he weren't in pain, the prince might actually have enjoyed being taken care of.

Blueblood had come to terms with his own sexuality ages ago, and knew that he had a soft spot for certain kinds of stallions. Slipstream was quite handsome, and he had to admit that he had been growing fond of the taciturn pegasus. While the attraction itself wasn't a problem for him, it was probably a bad idea to consider any kind of relationship with his guard.

Still, it was fun to pretend. Once, when Slipstream had bandaged his hoof, he almost expected a kiss.

When it was all over, Slipstream stayed with him until the prince had started to recover from his ordeal. They sat on the bed together, and Blueblood finally managed to stop sniffling. "You're alright," Slipstream said comfortingly. He put his hoof around Blueblood again, and the prince leaned into him.

A strange feeling came over him as he rested his head on Slipstream's shoulder: he was out of his league. He had never felt that way before.

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Crossfire and Gina didn't return to their rooms until later that night. They had reported to Celestia after the would-be kidnappers were taken into custody. The princess was angry at first, but after a few minutes lapsed into an eerie calm that unnerved both of them. She had sent for a royal advisor to assist her in composing a letter. The guards were dismissed with her deepest, most heartfelt thanks for protecting Blueblood.

"What do you think happens now?" Crossfire asked as he unfastened his armor. Blueblood no longer needed two pairs of eyes watching him at all times, so they had a more relaxed schedule and could spend some quality time together.

Gina had already removed her armor, and left it in her room. "I guess it's going to get pretty uncomfortable in the Griffon Kingdom."

"War?" Crossfire asked.

"Doubt it," his griffon said dismissively. "Celestia's angry, but she's not going to shed blood if she doesn't have to. Besides, nopony would be crazy enough to go to war with Equestria. There are too many gods and goddesses living here." Gina changed the subject, as they were both tired of talking about something so grim. "So, what do you want to do?" she asked. "We've got some free time. We could spar, if you like."

"I'd rather not," the unicorn said. "Not while you're carrying. Want to work out?"

Gina shook her head. "I don't think so. I'm sort of tired, but not ready to sleep. I guess the adrenaline hasn't worked its way out of my system yet."

"You did really well today," Crossfire said. He put his leg around her and nuzzled her neck. "Kicking ass and taking names might be your special talent."

"I wish we'd had time to change," she said regretfully. One of her paws discretely touched her slowly expanding midsection. She still wasn't very far along, but had a clear "baby bump". "I can't believe Blueblood and Slipstream saw me in...in that. Goddesses, I've never been so embarrassed."

Crossfire giggled. "Best thing to happen to either of them all week. Speaking of which, where is it?"

Gina glanced at the door. "Now?" she asked. "Aren't you tired?"

"I guess it's like you said. I'm having trouble calming down. If you want, we could finish what we started earlier before we were so rudely interrupted. I think the brave explorer was about to be ravaged by the gryphon queen. That is, if you'd like to continue."

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The gryphon ruler was stronger than she looked. It must have come from a life of constantly struggling to survive in the dangerous and wild jungles of the Gryphon Kingdom. As an explorer, Atlas had seen his fair share of hard work as well, but he had nothing on the mighty warrior queen. Queen Gabriella pinned all four of his hooves to the bed effortlessly, her muscular arms harder than iron bars. The weight of her royal armor helped her hold him down, even though she could easily have done it alone.

Atlas put up a token resistance, but he knew that it was pointless. A magical ring around his horn cut off his magic, and she was too strong to resist physically. Gabriella's beak forced him into a rough kiss, and she refused to let him pull away. She let go of one of his legs and traced a claw from his jaw down to his crotch. When she spoke, it was with a very heavy and exotic accent. "I have waited many moons for you, and at last you are here. I will enjoy taking my time with you, stallion."

"W-What are you going to do to me?" Atlas asked. He shivered at the queen's hungry leer, and averted his gaze. He took in the rest of the room, her royal bedchambers and the ruins of a once-great palace. He had been thrilled when he first discovered the forgotten gryphon tribe of legends, but now he greatly regretted coming alone.

Her guards stood at the door, watching them with reserved interest. He didn't think he'd be able to escape with them in the way. Gabriella's beak bit his neck, causing a whimper of fear. He had heard stories of gryphons eating ponies in these jungles, but had dismissed it as silly rumors. He hoped that he hadn't been wrong. "I need a child to continue my rule. You will help."

Atlas sighed with relief. "Well, that doesn't sound so bad. If you just needed somepony to find you a special somepony, I could always-"

Gabriella cut him off with a mighty roar, and he screamed. "Talk has failed!" she said with a snarl. "If I mate with a gryphon, I lose the throne! You will mate me, and I will stay in control. You will give me a child, so that I may rule as long as I want!"

"Marry you!?" he asked. "I...I c-can't do that. I don't even know you! Even if I did, it wouldn't solve your problem. Ponies and gryphons can't breed!"

The gryphon queen smiled and pointed to some tribal markings across his belly. When she touched them, the ink burned white-hot and sunk into his skin like an instant tattoo. It happened so quickly that it almost didn't hurt. "My magic is powerful," she said. "You are able now, and I am fertile."

Atlas didn't know if the gryphon queen had the magical knowhow to actually do what she was threatening, but he didn't want to take any chances. "I-I still won't do it. You can't make me, especially while we're being watched."

"No?" Gabriella asked. She ground her hips against him, her wet slit rubbing against his sheathe. "You will give me what I want, unicorn. You won't have a choice." She forced him to kiss her again, and her hungry growl vibrated in his throat. Her touch activated the magic that was now a permanent part of him, and he cried out as his entire body warmed up.

To his horror, Atlas began to get hard. Gabriella's attentions, combined with her tribal magic, were able to overwhelm his restraint. "Good!" she exclaimed, cooing with excitement as she soaked his growing length with her arousal. "That is good, little pony. Give in."

The gryphon queen bound his front hooves before turning around to straddle his hips. She gave him a confident smile as she lowered herself onto his stallionhood. Her tail was held high in the air, giving him a perfect view of his hardening shaft sliding between her buttocks. "You like this," she taunted as she slowly began to grind against him in a crude lap dance. "I see that you do. Stop fighting me, silly pony. You can't escape me."

Atlas knew that he should have been struggling, but he couldn't bring himself to look away from her. She was perfectly proportioned, her hard muscles covered with a thick layer of softness in all the right places. Her wide hips gave further evidence of her fertility, and he couldn't help but imagine her growing heavy with his child. She slapped one of her flanks, just to tease him further, causing a small tremor to shake her ass.

"I can't let her do this!" he thought. "I've got to get out of here!" As he was preparing to squirm away, a pair of razor-sharp talons gently grazed his balls. "Do not struggle," Gabriella warned. "Even if you break free, my guards will stop you. I will have to be cruel if you keep fighting."

The unicorn whimpered pathetically as she coaxed him to full mast. "Very good," she said with a moan as her pussy wetted his shaft. She kept rubbing against him for a while longer, and for a few minutes he tried to bring himself to an early orgasm. He almost thought that she was going to cum as well, and tried his best to stimulate her. Maybe if they came too early, she wouldn't be able to use him.

Gabriella seemed to know exactly what he was planning, and only used it to tease him further. She lifted off of him right as he was really getting into it, leaving him aching for more. "You will not trick me," she said, and climbed backward until she was straddling his head. "Prepare me, slave."

With no more warning, Queen Gabriella sat down. Her full weight pressed his snout into her opening, nearly taking his entire muzzle into her greedy pussy. Her thighs clenched around his head, refusing to let him go until he did what she wanted. He struggled, of course, but she was much too strong to allow him to escape. "Lick me!" she ordered when he refused to move any more.

With no other choice, Atlas hesitantly stuck out his tongue. He had been worried about tasting her, but found to his surprise that it was actually rather pleasant. He lapped at her sex, again hoping to bring her to an early climax. He might be able to make her see reason if she weren't so horny.

Gabriella stood and changed position, turning around so that she could look down into his eyes. She sat on him again with just as much force as the last time. "You are doing well," she said, and cupped one of his cheeks with her hand. "This is where you...ah, what is the word? Your language is strange."

"Belong" Atlas offered automatically, mumbling around a mouthful of gryphon pussy. He cursed himself afterward, as she would probably think that he was warming up to her.

"Yes," Gabriella cooed. "You will belong here after tonight. This will be your place. From now on, you will exist to serve me." She pressed down on him a little harder to drive the point home. "I will use you often, and you will thank me. Before the sun rises, you will be my pet."

"We'll see about that," Atlas thought. A twirl of his tongue made her squawk and shiver. "When she lifts off of me, she'll be vulnerable. That's when I can make a break for it. I've got no idea how I'm going to get past those guards with my hooves tied, but I have to try!"

Gabriella didn't move right away. In fact, she held him there for quite a while, demanding that he serve her until she grew bored with it. He was hoping that he would lose his erection, but alas he wasn't so lucky. The nubile gryphon on top of him ensured that he stayed hard as a rock every time she pressed his face into her depths. The magical patterns tattooed on his body heated up whenever she pushed him especially deep.

Finally, when he could no longer force his tongue and lips to move, she sank her full weight down on him and let out a feline yowl. Her pussy clenched around his muzzle as he was drenched with her fluids. He had to struggle to breathe, but she let up before it became a serious problem. "That was good," she said happily. "You learn quickly."

When she stood up, he rolled away and tried to make a break for it. Her guards moved to stop him, but they needn't have bothered. Queen Gabriella grabbed him before he had even made it out from under her and, once again, pinned him to the floor. They were both spread-eagled so that she was looking him in the eyes. "You still fight?" she asked. "That is good. You have a strong spirit, pony. You will make a good pet."

"Never!" Atlas cried. It was a bit melodramatic, but they could work with it. "You can't do this! I-I have a job to do! I've got a life!" Gabriella kissed him again, putting an end to his begging. She tasted herself in his mouth, swirling their tongues together and pulling him tightly against her body. His erection prodded her entrance.

"Not anymore," the queen said. "I am ready. Give me a child."

Atlas struggled even harder as she lined him up. The pressure increased slowly, and he felt her lips beginning to spread apart. This was his last chance. He had to get away, to hurl her off of him before-

Too late! Gabriella growled as his head popped into her. The rest of him slid in, slowly but surely. Atlas bit his lip, thinking that the pain might delay the inevitable. "Are...are you alright?" Gabriella whispered. He nodded reassuringly.

The queen pumped up and down, taking him all the way to the hilt. She moaned quietly, trying to remain in control while still enjoying herself. "I have dreamed of this," she whispered into his ear. "I have wondered what it would feel like. I am not disappointed."

"Just let me go!" Atlas begged. "I-I won't tell anypony. I swear!"

"No!" Gabriella hissed. She slammed her hips down, grinding against him while he was inside of her. Atlas almost came, but forced himself to think of something other than the gorgeous, exotic female begging for his cum.

The queen wrapped one clawed foot around his neck, just in case he tried to escape again. She rolled over and pulled her on top of her, wrapping both hind legs around him to keep him trapped. He wondered if she had ever done this before. "Now you move!" she ordered.

At first, Atlas refused. He pulled out of her, naturally, but didn't thrust back in. Gabriella's claws dug into his buttocks, causing him to yelp and buck forward. "Good!" the queen moaned. "Again."

Atlas didn't want to, but he also didn't want to finish the night as a pincushion. He obediently pulled out almost all the way and thrust back in. Gabriella praised him as he established a good rhythm, holding him gently but firmly. She was abnormally tight, and it was difficult for him to remember that he couldn't let himself reach his climax.

The queen wouldn't let him slow his pace in the slightest. It was a maddening endurance test, but somehow he was able to outlast her. She held him still while she came, her tunnel gripping his cock tightly as it tried to milk him dry, and reached down to fondle his foalmakers. He made a few pleased noises and shuddered, hoping that she would be fooled into thinking that he had cum.

"Not yet!" she growled when he tried to pull out. "You do not fool me, unicorn. Again!"

"I have to think of something," Atlas thought as he went back to the old rhythm. "I'm not going to last much longer!" His orgasm was fast approaching, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. She grinned up at him, scratching his back a little and moaning, as he began to lose control.

The queen's previous orgasms had calmed her libido, and she was content to passively enjoy his attentions as he neared his peak. "You will fill me now," she said. "Let go. I know that you want to. Let go and give me what I want. I promise to treat you well." She nibbled on his ear as he began to speed up. "Cum for your master."

"Don't do it!" he urged himself. "The magic will make you her slave!" Atlas focused on what little restraint he had left, but soon he was right on the brink. He held on for as long as he could, but finally he lost control of himself. "For Celestia's sake, don't! DON'T CUM!"

"No!" He shouted in defeat as he came, pumping Queen Gabriella full of his potent seed. He filled her passage almost instantly, and only a small gush made it around his flared head. The rest was forced into her womb, where a healthy egg waited to be fertilized.

"You've done well," the queen said with a happy sigh. While his foalmakers did their job, the patterns on his skin heated up once again as powerful magic invaded his mind. Atlas cried out as Gabriella's image was forever burned into his thoughts, his will shackled to her own. His spirit was brought forcefully under her control, and he had no choice but to surrender to it. "It is done," she whispered into his ear. "You are mine now, and you will never leave my side."

New life was created within the queen that night. His sperm, augmented by the magic flowing through his body, readily adapted to the gryphon egg waiting for them. Gabriella's midsection glowed from within, clear evidence of the spell at work. Neither of them were in a position to see it, but a similar glow came from the sperm's source as Atlas's balls finally emptied themselves.

As the flow of cum slowed, Gabriella kissed him. "Such a good pet," his queen whispered happily. "I will take good care of you." Atlas said nothing, his forelegs now shaking with the effort of supporting himself. He collapsed beside her and groaned with exhaustion, letting her pull him into a warm embrace. They snuggled together, heedless of the gryphon guards that had seen the whole spectacle.

The unicorn breathed in the queen's scent and hugged her tightly. If he was going to be bound to her forever, then he figured that he might as well enjoy it. His hoof gently traced over her belly, and she instinctively shied away.

Crossfire chuckled as Gina broke character. "You're beautiful," he whispered, and held her that way until she relaxed. They both drifted off to sleep as one of her clawed feet rested on his hoof.

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This is that same picture from ECmajor that I mentioned before. I just love how he does gryphons. Also, Gina's armor is based on Avante's incredible "Empress Gilda" picture. She makes one hot warrior! Here it is if you don't have a DA account.

Tagging this is hard. It's not actually rape, of course. Nor is it really forced, since Crossfire is actually much stronger than Gina. Guess I'll just put "forced" anyway, and hope for the best?

Some couples fantasize about celebrities, or some other fancy scenario. These two? It looks like they just wish that he could've been the one to put a bun in her oven, and he'd love to be hers forever. It's sort of sweet, if you think about it. What do you guys think? Like it so far? Let me know in the comments!