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Encounter at the Cider Bar

Ceylon the gryphon was on his way to his favorite pub for a drink. It had been quite an eventful day from the very beginning, and he had been experiencing a roller coaster of emotions thanks to an old flame from flight school that had ceremoniously been reintroduced into his life.

Her name was Rainbow Dash, a pastel sky blue pony from the small town of Ponyville. They met while in Junior Speedsters flight school; He was training to be a military aerial cavalry, and she was just doing all she could to prove she was the best. Their relationship back in flight school was an interesting one, with Ceylon vying for her attention and her being too busy to return the affection. Sure, they were friends and she was always kind to him, but the gryphon wanted something more out of her and she seemed to absorbed in her own aura of awesomeness to let him get to know her as any more than a friend.

In spite of many years training to be what he could be, he never let go of his infatuation with this pony. In spite of them both parting ways, him becoming a successful air cavalry mount and her ascending as one of Celestia's Elements of Harmony, he never forgot his feelings for her. In spite of the fact that he'd long since found a mate, he never fully got over her.

It had been many, many years since they last met, and he was just finally getting over his emotions when he heard on the radio that she was getting celebrated for her accomplishments in Equestria with an official statue in her honor alongside the other five Elements of Harmony.

The moment Ceylon heard that announcement on the radio, his emotions spiraled out of control. For days, he remained reclusive in his den, shunning any of his friends while he wallowed in self pity, pining over what might have been. As the days passed, he got worse and worse, until he got better. On the day of her inauguration ceremony, Ceylon picked himself up and decided it was time to get out of the den, move on, and be happy for her. It took a lot of his will power to present as the confident drake he was, but he was able to do it.

He even opted to visit the old tavern where they used to drink cider together. The logic may not have been the most sound, but to him it felt like the best and most efficient way to clear his palate and give himself a fresh slate. Maybe returning to where it truly started for him, he'd reset his emotions. Again, poor logic, but it made sense to him in his emotional mind.

"Alright, it's time to get my drink on!" He announced as he burst in through the door, puffing his chest out with a wide grin on his beak. He glanced around the open tavern to see all the various patrons. Some were drinking at the bar, some were being rowdy in the booths and eating food, others were playing billiards and darts. Typical tavern behavior. It was particularly busy on this night, though, probably due to the inauguration ceremony; many people here were familiar with Rainbow Dash's exploits due to her having gone to the school down the path from the tavern.

Hungry and thirsty, he weaved his way through the tables of patrons to eventually sit himself down at the bar. He raised a talon and asked for their largest mug of cider and a menu. He knew what they served, but he still wanted to see if anything had been added to the menu since his last visit. The barkeep - a feisty looking mammal of some sort with a floofy pink mohawk - offered him a menu which he perused and ignored, vying instead for the usual.

"Pulled Pork Poutine, please!" Ceylon instructed as she brought him his cider. It was one of the big mugs, could hold almost two full liters of cider! He cradled it in his talon and leaned his beak in to shoot his tongue tip through the frothy surface of it, tasting it.

Yes, it was quite delicious.

"Aw yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Now THAT is cider!" He slammed his mug on the desk, and a dozen other patrons all did the same, shouting 'Cider' in unison. Ceylon chuckled and raised his glass. Just like college. Now if only he could get someone to play a round of rumphole with him. Card game, object was to get rid of your cards as fast as you could by playing on top of the last player. The winner became King or Queen, and runner up was the prince or princess. On the flip side, last place was the rump hole, and the second last was pussy. Pussy and rump had to give best cards to the royalty, and the royalty could give away whatever cards they wanted in exchange. Fun game, great at parties, and a load of fun for students trying to pass the time.

Sadly, it didn't look like there was anyone willing to play with him. That was usually something that friends did, since there wasn't an established way to bet or gamble on the outcome.

He continued to glance around the tavern, hoping to find some old friends visiting again, but didn't see anyone he noticed. Just a bunch of young stallions and mares, presumably all here for the Junior Speedsters academy. He did feel a little out of place as the only gryphon there, since gryphons were rare in these parts. Luckily for him, Dash had a thing for gryphons; it was another gryphon that stole her attention from him!

Of course, his resentful train of thought was cut off when the server slid a fancy plate full of poutine his way. He shook himself from his unpleasant thoughts and took a big bite of fry, gravy, cheese, and pulled pork. Delicious. There's a reason he kept coming back for the poutine, he would never get sick of that wonderful flavor combination. That with cider was just, skies above, the best thing ever.

The night went on, and he kept sipping at his cider while eating his poutine until he heard a familiar voice. He spun his head to see where it was coming from, and sure enough it was a set of three dragons in one of the corner booths, all friends of his! It was Ruco, Spitey, and Kloog! Excited to meet up with friends, he picked up his drink in one talon and his plate of poutine in the other and invited himself to their conversation, pulling up a chair so he wasn't in the booth with them but still at the table. "Sup guys?"

"Ceylon? Long time no see!" Ruco, the green and purple dragon answered. He took a bit of his pizza and smiled. "Hey, we were thinking of playing some games. You in?"

Ceylon nodded. "Of course! Got some cards?"

Spitey, the green lizard, shook his head. "Nope! We got a board game, a roleplaying co op game. It's a lot of fun!"

Kloog, the much larger black-and-purple dragon grinned a toothy grin. "And I'm the dungeon master! You better bring your game, or I'll eat you up!"

The gryphon was quite happy to join in their game as a third party member. It was not as weird as it sounded for patrons to play table top games at this particular tavern, since it was near the Junior Speedsters flight school; lots of students came in for this kind of socialization.

Turns out, Ceylon was quite good at table top role playing. His experience in the military gave him an extensive knowledge of combat tactics and cooperation. The game lasted many hours, and near the end of the campaign, he heard something poignant coming from the radio above the bar. It was an announcement about the inauguration of the Elements of Harmony, which naturally made his mind wander back to Rainbow Dash.

In order to take his mind off her, he ordered another round of cider for himself and the other three he was having fun with. Sadly, this attempt at avoidance didn't work, since cider reminded him of her. Again, not the best application of logic.

He spent the rest of the campaign in a bit of a funk, his mind wandering back to the shapely hips and muscled wings of his old colleague. His distraction made the in-game party lose the fight against the boss, but he didn't care. He was happy to return with them next week, make up for it then.

The game lasted right until there were only a few patrons left in the bar. It was very late - or very early, depending on one's perspective - and it was getting time to leave.

Ceylon raised a talon to ask the waitress for a bill so he could go home and sleep off his depression, but right then the door swung open, revealing a familiar pastel, sky-blue pony in the most gorgeous pink silk dress he had ever seen.

"Alright, it's time to get my drink on!" She declared as some of the remaining patrons turned to look at her. The swirling patterns on her dress glimmered as her feathered wings splayed out behind her; a cinematic entrance, for sure.

The entire room disappeared from his peripheral as he focused his gaze on her. It was Rainbow Dash in all her glory, mane done up nice and pretty with a tiara on her head, held in place by her ears; a gold and ruby brooch on her neck to keep the dress on. She was wearing gorgeous hoof-stockings with ornate swirly patterns on them, a perfect contrast to her hair and fur color. She was even more gorgeous than ever before, and her fame seemed to have swelled her ego even larger than it had been in Junior Speedsters flight school, because she looked more confident than she had even in her adolescence.

His beak chattered as his heart started beating at a hummingbird pace. His breaths got deep as he tried to compose himself. Rather than say hi or walk up to her or get her attention in any way, he just watched her like a creepy barfly, awed at the royalty that just walked in.

She stepped up to the cider bar and sat down, swishing her tail around so that it went over the back of the stool, her glimmering dress shining in the dim light of the tavern.

It took a few minutes of idle staring before the gryphon finally gathered the courage to walk over to her. Once he did, he was kind of tired and stumbling over tables and chairs, which drew her attention to him. As soon as he saw her head turn to him, he stood up straight, inflating his chest to make his feathers stand on end in a show of pride.

Her eyes lit up as she recognized him. "Ceylon! How awesome is it that you're here!"

He finished stumbling and got to his feet, brushing himself off before leaning against the bar next to her. "It's pretty awesome, I suppose. What brings you here? Long time no see!" Just then, the barkeep slid her mug of cider down the table top. She grabbed it and took her first sip, wiping her lip with her wrist.

"Oh, you know, just taking some time off from saving all of Equestria to relax and have a drink. You?" She grinned at him and nodded, her magenta eyes staring right into Ceylon's.

The gryphon knew the real reason he was here, but he didn't want to blabber on about regret, so he puffed out his chest and grinned. "I heard about your inauguration, thought I'd come here and drink some cider in your honor."

She nodded and raised her mug. "A most awesome reason to celebrate! But how are you? Haven't seen you since flight school. I see you got a nice pair of wings on ya, you as good a flier as you used to be?"

He shrugged and faked nonchalance. "I dunno. I'm pretty good, though. I bet I could out-fly you with those tiny wings of yours!"

"As if! I'm the greatest pegasus pony in all of Equestria! Can YOU do a sonic rainboom?" She smirked. Her words seemed harsh and egotistical, but she never said it with malice. She was awesome and she knew it.

Ceylon knew it too. Even if she wasn't that awesome, he would still think so. Too awesome for him. "I don't know, I have never tried, but I can certainly go a very, very long time. I'm more of an endurance gryphon. Repetitive motions don't tire me out, you see. I may not go as fast as you, but I bet I could outlast you in any marathon. Hollow, gryphon bones, you see."

"Oh really? Prove it! Put your bits where your beak is!"

There wasn't really a surefire way to prove it, but that didn't stop Ceylon from trying. "Tomorrow, noon. You and I, here to Ponyville. First one there gets bragging rights!"

"You're on! I bet I could get there and meet you halfway before you make it there!" She took another long drink, the foamy cider dribbling over her chin. She wiped it off with her hoof and poked at Ceylon's chest in defiance.

"Oh, we'll see. We'll see. Anyway, I must go use the drake's room. Be right back. Order me a cider, will ya?" He smiled, turning from the bar.

She gave a salute. "Sure thing, Captain!"

Ceylon walked by his old friends and tipped his head to them, silently indicating he was moving on to his old crush. They seemed okay with this, and started packing up the game. When he returned from the restroom, he stopped a moment to take a good look at Rainbow Dash's hindquarters.

She was standing rather than sitting, leaning against the bar with her rump pushed out, the silk of the dress form fitting her powerful haunches. Only the end of her multicolored tail could be seen from out beneath the lip of her dress, dangling between her hooves.

"Like what you see, captain?" She asked, swaying her rump back and forth. The glitter on her dress twinkled in the light, and her eyes were piercing his gaze.

He couldn't decide what to stare at. Her eyes, or her rump. Either one was a win for him, but there was something magical about those large, magenta irises of hers glimmering in the tavern candlelight. He stole one last glance at her shapely backside before smiling at her. "I do. I do. Always did, Dash."

"I always liked you, too." She cooed at him, arching her back and swishing her tail to the side so that her dress draped around her rump in such a way that it left little to the imagination. "I always wondered why you never made a move. I do have a thing for gryphons, you know."

Ceylon's eye twitched a bit as he gulped. He saw that there were in fact two mugs of cider on the table, but both were empty. She must have guzzled them both while he was away. "Never thought you'd be interested, to be honest. Are you interested now?"

She smiled and leaned in close to him, whispering into his ear. "I was always interested. So tell me, what are you gonna do about that?" She grabbed his talon and guided it down her side so that it was tight around her muscled haunches.

The sudden move elicited a bit of a chirp from Ceylon's beak, and he felt his chest tighten. He had no idea what to do about this. It was almost too good to be true, but he squeezed anyway. His talons poked at her rump, tickling her in a rough way that she seemed to like. Her back arched and she pushed into him, demanding more.

There was a bit of apprehension about her sudden interest in him, but he knew her to be an astoundingly forthright pony. She never, ever had any problem with saying exactly what was on her mind or demanding what she wanted. It was refreshing compared to the others he knew, who were all tricky and subversive and had no apparent interest in being straight-forward.

With that in mind, Ceylon gave another squeeze and reached around, his palm tracing her rump until his finger tips pressed against her plump pony pussy, only the thin silky fabric keeping his fingers from slipping in. She immediately gasped and leaned into him, biting his ear as her wings burst out, fully spread. It was clear she was as into it as he was, so he curled his fingers in a walking motion, tugging at her dress a few centimeters at a time until her soft, velvet flesh was exposed. He pressed tight, feeling her moist lips part and swallow his fingers.

"There we go, that's a bit more like it!" She moaned into his ear as she bit her lip. She bucked her hips gently before pulling away, letting her dress fall back over her form. She grabbed Ceylon's talon - moist fingers and all - and tugged him away from the bar to a corner of the tavern where few could see without deliberately walking around the wall.

"Dash?" Ceylon asked. He could smell and taste her pheromones tickling at his nostrils, coating the inside of his beak. The gryphon glanced around to make sure nobody could see them. Once he was content in his seclusion, he leaned into her, pressing her hips against his. His cock was bulging out inside his sheathe, threatening to pop out if he didn't do something to stop it.

"What, Cey? Afraid of looking bad next to me? I think it's about time you proved just how much endurance you truly have." She turned around and yanked her dress up so that it was up over top of her hips, resting in a bunch on her back. He could clearly see her velvety, clean-shaven pussy lips glistening in the dancing candle light of the tavern, the soft silky flesh of her rump a nice contrast to her moist vulva.

There was no holding back with that image so fresh in his sight, and he couldn't help but wonder if she's waxed down there for the inauguration. He licked his beak and took one final glance around the tavern to see if anyone was in viewing range before peeling the skin of his sheathe back to expose his deep black, barbed cock. He grabbed a hold of the base of her tail and leaned into her, pressing its length between her muscled rump cheeks. He could feel the throbbing in his cock, inflating it one bit at a time.

She looked back over her shoulder with a wide smile, her magenta eyes aflame with desire. She pushed back into him, using the table as leverage as she swayed her hips, feeling the gryphon's cock smear his fluids all over her pucker. Her own fluids were flowing freely, dribbling down over her clit and trailing down the underside of Ceylon's cock to tickle between his un-inflated knot lobes. Her maw was gaping a bit as she panted, eyes glancing to the side as she waited for Ceylon to continue.

It didn't take much at all for Ceylon to quit with the foreplay and grab his cock with his free hand, angling the tip to slip into her, pony pussy lips swallowing him up and squeezing around him. He could feel her canal constricting him, her clit pulsing at the base of his shaft. He pushed into her as hard and deep as he could using one hand wrapped around her tail base, the other gripping at her thigh, pummeling her lips with reckless abandon. He smirked as he saw her expression change from demanding and wry to a more lustful whimpering.

She was grinning and moaning, clenching her teeth down to keep herself from being too loud as the gryphon had a go at her, lower jaw trembling and her eyes fluttering. She was using all her muscle control to stay tight as she could. Every thrust was met with a deep, guttural grunt and a whinny as she pushed back, clenching her muscles.

Ceylon kept at it, violently pushing into her, his knot slapping against her vulva, but her powerful rump muscles kept it at bay, stopping it from slipping into her velvety folds; though it wasn't like he wasn't trying with how aggressive he was being. He could hear the schlick sounds of his shaft plunging into and out of her nether region, followed by a squirt of their collective juices sputtering out onto the wooden floor of the tavern. It wasn't long before he felt the barbs of his tip splaying out, his pleasure hitting its peak.

That very moment, with his first withdrawal from her depths - barbs catching on her soft folds as he yanked out - she let out a yelp, quickly spinning her head around to protest, eyes wide in surprise. "What the hay is that?"

"What?" Ceylon asked as he slowed down his thrusts, coming to rest with his knot pressed against her.

"It feels like you're stabbing me! Be careful!" She demanded in a hushed whisper.

Ceylon chuckled a bit as he jerked his hips, forcing himself deeper into her. "What's the matter, Dash? Can't handle gryphon barbs? Have you ever been with a gryphon, before?" He knew that the secretions of this particular gryphon anatomy element would eventually numb her to the pain, making the pokey sensation more pleasant for her once they splayed out and helped him to lock in, but he wanted to make her earn it, first.

"Oh, you b-bet! Come on, keep going, don't stop now!" She pushed back into him, bucking her hips and winking her clit at him, squeezing hard. Her flesh was quivering, it was clear she wasn't actually prepared to squeeze down on those barbs, but at this point, her pride was guiding her, and she refused to let herself be beaten by some pointy, stabby gryphon barbs.

Still, Ceylon was getting pretty rough with her. The more he stabbed at her, the more loose she got, her lips no longer squeezing at his shaft or clit winking her juices down between the bulbs of his knot. It was like her muscles clamping down on the barbs was too much for him to take, so she was relaxing, minimizing the pressure between their flesh and barbs. This freedom let him give a few more powerful thrusts before he stopped, curling his toes as he pushed in as deep as he could, his barbs splaying as he started to spurt precum into her womb. His knot was starting to swell between her cheeks, threatening to gradually tug him out.

"Done already? I thought you said you had endurance!" She giggled a bit at him, a hesitant grin splaying across her face.

Ceylon grabbed at the base of his knot and held it in place as he twitched in pleasure. He churred at her ignorance as he used the lube from his cock and her pussy to slip a single thumb into her rump. "Oh, you really haven't ever been with a gryphon before, have you?" He pushed in deeper, the top of his knot spreading her meaty pussy lips. "Gryphons go all night, this is just warm up!"

"Well alright! Now we're talkin'!" She shifted to her side on the table, bringing one hoof up to rest it on Ceylon's shoulder, her other leg bent and resting on the wood beside her. "Go ahead, don't wuss out on me, burd!" She brought a hoof down to rub at her clit as it winked, more of her fluids spurting all over his belly and thighs.

There wasn't a more clear invitation that Ceylon could imagine. He grinned and grabbed around her leg, pressing her thigh against his belly as her hoof curled up over his shoulder. The new angle made it a bit better and easier for him to slip in deeper, her hips adjusted just right so that his knot could twist and contort as it pushed against her lips. He tensed the muscles in his nether regions up, feeling the veins in the knot throb as he pushed into her.

A distinct chattering of the table's legs slipping and sliding against the wood floor in a decidedly rhythmic pattern easily gave away what was happening, yet nobody walked around to see them going at it in the corner of the tavern. This allowed Ceylon to focus more on Dash's expressions. She seemed to have a strained, pained look on her face dotted with orgasmic bliss every time he pushed in deeper.

Still, the danger of being caught excited Ceylon, so he carried on. He may have been thrusting his cock into her, but a part of him was more concerned about feeling her warmth on his body. Both gryphons and ponies were quite warm to the touch, and it was nice to feel an equally hot-fleshed companion squeezing his shaft and pounding at his thighs with her rump. The sensation made him push even harder, his talons wrapped tight around her thigh as he bucked. He was careful to not grip too hard, because her expression kept returning to that of a pained mare, too proud to tell him to stop.

She was gasping, moaning, and nickering in between each aggressive penetration. It was clear by the look on her face that she was in pain from the barbs grabbing and tugging at her tender mare flesh, but the more he pushed, the more his barbs caught, and the more she seemed to get used to it. Her expression softened from discomfort to complacency to pleasure, her muscles relaxing and her pussy lips loosening.

Ceylon could feel her body's shifting focus, her muscles twitching around him and her breaths slowly growing heavy as she loosened up. He could feel her pussy lips spread open, her canal widening as the tight neck of flesh near her opening relaxed. He took this opportunity to apply just a bit more force, gauging her reaction to ensure he didn't push too hard. She moaned and gasped again, lower jaw quivering as her fingers clawed at the table top and the fabric of her dress.

With one lurch, he could feel her lips distend and stretch wide enough for his knot to force itself in, the barbed tip stabbing into her cervix. He could feel her entire body tense up around him, tugging the knot as her lips swallowed all six of his knot lobes, wrapping around the base of it. She reached down to hoof-prod at her perpetually winked clit as her body undulated against his, her tail flicking between his legs to tickle his inner thighs.

She tried wrapping her hind legs around him, holding him in place, but he didn't need the help. His knot was lodged deep in her, hot knot and pussy flesh throbbing and pulsing against each other. He couldn't help but let out a low key growl as he felt his balls twitch and throb, the veins pulsating on them as he shot wad after wad of pre-cum deep into her womb. Dash giggled and smiled at him. "I thought you said this was gonna be an all-night thing! You're not giving up on me, are you?" The look on her face was that of pride, but the twitching eyelid and quivering jaw gave way that she was hoping it was time to slow down. Clearly she wasn't as adept at handling gryphon knots as she thought.

Ceylon shook his head and grabbed onto her thighs again, holding her in place as he slowly, methodically pulled on his knot. He could feel her lips stretched around it, and she was trying her best to clench down so that he couldn't pull out. That wasn't going to stop him. He kept pulling until it started to hurt him, then pushed back in so that her velvet lips were against the opening of his sheathe, his knot comfortably resting inside her tender, loose walls. That as all the response she got.

She grunted a bit as his knot slipped through her canal again, rotating just a bit to get more comfy inside. The barbs were splaying out and tickling her cervix from within accompanying every single contraction of her muscles and Ceylon's spurts.

"What's the matter, Dash? Can't handle a gryphon knot?" Ceylon teased as he gave another tug, her lips stretching and distending to just barely keep his bulbous knot inside her.

"Oh puh-leeze, I can take anything you've got to give me, g-gryphon!" She winked at him, but then grunted again and let out a gentle whimper as she felt his knot shift inside her.

He gave another gentle but firm tug, wiggling his hips to aid his knot, rotating it around inside her as her lips spurted a combination of both of their fluids all over his belly from the tiny slot between his knot bulbs and her clit. Once the knot popped out, the rest came out with ease, his barbs scraping out all the cum from her walls to drool out onto the floor. Her pussy was left gaping, even after her clit winked and her muscles contracted. A clear liquid started oozing out; a clear, viscous goo mixed of her natural lubrication and his precum.

She dipped her fingers in it and gave it a taste. "Wait, this isn't gryphon seed!" She protested. "Why'd you pull out? I'm not done with you yet!"

Ceylon grinned. "No, it's not. That's just my lubrication. I was worried you couldn't handle all I had to offer, so I had to stop early." he held his cock up so that the barbed tip was resting between her gaping pussy lips, dragging it back and forth to tickle her.

Her pussy twitched and her clit winked again, another spurt of her fluid bursting from her urethra to splatter all over his nethers. She whimpered a bit and folded up her arms on her breasts, begging for more. "Come on, Ceylon! You can't leave me hanging like that. I'm not done with you!" she rolled onto her back, both legs bent so her hooves were on the table and her tail draping over the side of it, pussy still glistening with arousal and leaking cum from the gaping hole.

The gryphon smiled as he got down to one knee, wrapping both talons around either of her hips as he buried his beak between her legs, using upper and lower beak to part her lips as his tongue darted out and explored her depths. He let out a deep, rumbling churr for the vibrating sensations as he nuzzled and licked, pushing in as deep as he could go.

She moaned again, throwing her head back and wrapping her thighs around his head, holding him in place as his tongue worked its magic. She gave a cutesy squee when he pulled his beak from her depths and used his tongue to tease at her clit.

After a few moments of loving oral, Ceylon got back up to his feet and started using his talons to rub at her opening, slipping a couple of digits in to massage her depths. Two fingers, then three, then four, then his thumb up cradled between the other fingers. He pushed and rotated his wrist, feeling her hot flesh part with ease thanks to the loosening his knot forced into her and the lube they had both provided.

She watched intently as his talons disappeared into her with a look of shock and surprise on her face. Once the knuckled slipped into her with a fluid motion, she threw her head back and pushed down onto him, arching her back and flicking her tail as she alternately squeezed her pelvic muscles and relaxed, letting him slip a bit deeper into her with each release.

It didn't take long for Ceylon to get his entire talon into her. As she relaxed, he leaned into her and balled all his digits up into a tight fist, the knot-like penetration tugging her lips from her depths, sucking him in up to the wrist. He spun inside, squeezing to make his appendage more firm as he slid his knuckles up under her clit. The gryphon let out a chirp as he felt her lips squeeze around his foream as he went in, deeper and deeper.

She laid her hands out to either side for balance and stability as she leaned into him, lower back twitching with each little motion she felt inside her. Every tiny shift in Ceylon's balled up fist felt like a full knot fucking to her tender, needy cunt, and she wanted more. Her canal loosened up as she bucked her hips, the muscles actually expanding to practically suck on his forearm. She bit her lip and her neck trembled as she quivered in delight, eyes squeezed shut so she could focus on the sensations.

Ceylon could feel her muscles and the rippled flesh of her pussy canal expanding, the reverse pressure making a wheezing, squelching sound as air slipped in over his wrist, only to have her walls collapse and force it all out with a sputtering of fluids all over his chest. He clenched his fist tight and started fucking her with it, the bulge of his knuckles and thumb sliding through her plump birth canal with ease, thanks to the copious lube they'd both left inside her.

Every violent push into her made her just a bit more tender, a bit more loose. The more he fucked her with his arm, the more she wanted, and the more she could handle, so he went deeper, harder and faster until he was pumping in and out like a jack rabbit. Her expression gradually melted from a more demanding, focused look to the weakened exhaustion that a spent mare had, with eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out to the side.

She was panting heavily, her breaths ragged as she whimpered in time with his aggressive thrusts. Her voice got louder and louder until she slammed a hoof down on the table, her canal squeezing as tight as it could, so tight in fact that it forced Ceylon's fist out of her, leaving his knuckles pressed against her clit and his entire forearm covered in combined fluids. Her pink pony pussy flesh was pressed out hard, nearly folding inside out as the rippled, engorged G-spot throbbed against Ceylon's fingers.

The gryphon tried to force his way back in, but the passage was completely shut off, the engorged flesh squeezing so tight he doubted he could get a single finger in there. He pushed and tried to angle his finger tips to plunge in again, but the pressure only pushed the table across the floor. He kept the pressure on until she relaxed just enough to leave an opening that he could take advantage of. That very moment, he plunged his whole fist in again, curling the talons up in a ball to pump a few times, punching at the opening to her womb.

Again, she clenched down as hard as she could, eyes rolled back in her skull as her thighs closed shut, forcing him out a second time, but this time her legs were what were stopping him from penetrating her again. Defeated by her powerful muscles, he leaned over her and pressed his cock tip between her thighs and against her pussy again, tickling her with his barbs as he leaned in to use his beak, nipping at the brooch on her chest between her breasts.

She let out a long, drawn out sigh as she pushed him off and sat up, body trembling. She held her head in her hooves as she stared at the floor. "W-wow, I never thought a gryphon would be so fun. Man, what was I missing out on in flight school?"

Ceylon offered a talon to help her back to her feet, which she happily took even though her legs were a bit wobbly and weak, her cunt still drooling all sorts of combined fluids in a little trail behind her. Still, her tail was raised high and her chest was pushed out, showing her pride; she refused to let even a violent penetration by a thick gryphon talon break her pride.

The two stumbled their way over to the bar again, where the barkeep gave them a sideways glance. She could very easily have heard every single thing they did, and there was absolutely no mystery to what they were returning from. All she said was, "I hope you tip well enough to make cleaning up after you two worth it." The only other patrons still in the bar were Ruco, Lars, and Kloog, all of which were sideways-glancing at her.

Both Ceylon and Rainbow Dash glanced at each other and laughed. "One more Cider." They said in unison. Turns out they weren't done for the night.

"Oh? I see that you're not quite finished there, Dash. Yet, I thought you could barely walk." Ceylon mused, his beak curled up into a devious grin.

"I've still got plenty of GO in me, bring it!" She flared her wings out again and swung her rump end around, slapping Ceylon on the hip, her tail swishing around his torso.

The bar keep rolled her eyes and tossed another pair of ciders down the bar, which Ceylon caught with one hand as he brought his other hand up between Rainbow Dash's legs, pulling her dress to once again rub at her holes. Only this time, he used her fluids to rub into her rump.

"Oh, naughty gryph, I see!" She laughed as she hiked her tail up further, grabbing at the mug of cider, tossing her head back to gulp half of it down in one go. She looked back at Ceylon, her muzzle moist with the foam of the drink running down her lips. "Well, I'm ready for round two, how about you?"

Ceylon paused to ponder for a moment. With the barkeep right there watching, he wasn't as sure he wanted to do this again. That said, his knot was still partially inflated inside his sheathe and he had a lot of seed left to give. All of it, in fact, since he'd only deposited lubrication and precum into her.

Throwing caution to the wind, he grabbed her by the wing shoulder and pushed her down against the bar, yanking her dress up high to expose her slit and rump under that tail of hers. He peeled his sheathe back and pressed the tip of his cock up against her lips, capturing as much of her fluid as he could in his barbs to smear it against her plump little ass.

Dash didn't even hesitate, she pushed right back on him until his length was buried to the knot, her muscled rump squeezing as tight as it would go. She grinned and looked back at him, lifting her eyebrows and nodding at him. "Well, Show me what you've got!"

The gryphon didn't even pause to think about that. He just kept pushing up into her, bucking his hips as he reached around her and grabbed at her plump breast. He could feel her nipple in his palm as he forced himself into her rump.

She leaned back into him, nibbling at his ears before taking another chug of her cider, free hand reaching up to wrap around his neck as he bucked into her. Their bodies kept slamming against the bar counter, rattling the bottles, cups, and mugs that were there, but they didn't care. Dash needed to be filled, and Ceylon was happy to oblige.

He grabbed her on the neck from behind with the hand that was on her breast and spun her around so that he was leaning against the bar in between two stools, his wings folded around him for protection. Ceylon held her tight against him with one hand, her warm body pressing against his as he reached down and yanked her dress up fully to expose her pussy, cock still buried deep in her ass. He could feel his veins throbbing on his cock and balls, he was ready to pop!

She nestled into him, happily grabbing at the cider he left full as she took another deep swig of it, drooling it down her chin. She swayed her hips, getting comfortable as she felt a thick fluid dribbling out of her; the precum and lubrication was finally leaking from her womb and smothering his cock! She didn't want any of it to be wasted, so she used her fingers to spread her lips apart, gaping her pink flesh open, a steady stream trickling out to gum up Ceylon's sheathe.

He nipped at her neck and nuzzled into her, holding her in place as he jerked his hips up, the sudden motion popping his knot into her.

"Ooh!" She whinnied, eyes going wide as she looked down over her body to see his bulbous ebony flesh pop into her rump. She grunted and squeezed her rump muscles, tugging on the knot as he gently shifted inside, spinning to be more comfortable. The lubrication from her womb was still trickling down over the thin wall of flesh between pussy and ass, soaking Ceylon's sheathe and balls.

"There we go, that was a lot easier than your other-" Ceylon started, but was cut off as he felt Dash's fingers tickling at his balls, tracing the veins that were bulging through the fur.

She grinned and pecked at his cheek before putting her cider back on the bar. With both hands free, she slipped a few fingers into herself to plug her canal from leaking any more, the other hand between her legs to tickle at Ceylon's fur, intermittently pinching at the base of his knot to tug. She took the lube from her cunt and smeared it all over her rump, pinching at her plump lips before slipping both fingers into her.

Ceylon grunted and bit her back as he pushed into her again, feeling his knot shift and tug with each motion. Before she was ready, he grabbed at her thighs and yanked himself out, the knot erupting with a wet splat, his cock still resting in her now gaping rump.

"You just can't make up your mind, can you drake?" Dash teased as she squatted down, forcing his knot back inside her. She wanted to be filled, and the look on her face showed that she wanted to prove she could take all this gryphon had to offer. She pushed back as hard as she'd go until she felt the knot pop again, coaxing another whimper from her that she covered up with a chuckle.

Ceylon pushed her forward, angling her over his legs with her tail raised. He looked down to see his own ebony-fleshed cock slip into her rump, the light of the tavern's dim candles reflecting off the pert pucker of hers thanks to the copious lube that was all over the two of them. His belly fur and sheathe were smothered in pre cum and vaginal fluid, but he loved that. He loved the mess, he loved the musky scent that emanated from between them. He loved the bittersweet estrus her cunt was drooling all over him.

"I hope you can handle a proper knot fucking, Dash!" He warned as he grabbed the base of her tail with one talon and her rump with the other. He closed his legs and let her rest on his knees, using her soft, pillow-like breasts for padding as he bucked his hips up into her.

Her eyes rolled back in her skull as she hugged at his knees and calves, tail lifted as his cock pummeled her backside. She could feel the bulge of it popping in and out of her, shifting inside and tugging on the plump muscular rim of her ass before exploding with a cocktail of fluids all over her gryphon companion. She grinned and looked back at him, whimpering and nickering at him as she rocked back and forth. Her breasts kept rubbing on his knees as she jerked back and forth, her pussy still leaking fluids all over his sheathe and the base of his knot with each motion.

Ceylon liked getting a good, long look at the destruction his knot was doing to her tail hole, forcing itself in and out with every bucking of his hips. He felt his barbs splay out inside her, but a rump is unlike a pussy, it's tight at the opening but is a bit more tender and loose inside so the tiny needle-point tips weren't catching on the rumbled flesh of her bowels like it was her cunt or cervix.

Rainbow Dash started muttering to herself as her muscles flexed around her hips, helping to peel her tail up but keep her rump relaxed; the constant barrage of knot in and out of her was rendering her unintelligible, but a few things did come out that made perfect sense to Ceylon. Phrases such as "Ruin me for stallions." and "I'll show you who's loyal to a drake." sputtered from her lips in between bouts of gibberish and equine sounds of pleasure such as whinnying and grunting.

The gryphon could feel the pleasure of her no-longer-tight ass massaging his knot from base to shaft, tugging and pushing on him in a rhythmic pounding, and he was truly getting close to his climax. He kept his talon wrapped firm around the base of her tail for leverage as he reached up and grabbed at the back of her mane, yanking at her neck to keep her hips pressed to his as he shifted his weight and got to his hind paws. He bent her over the bar and held her down, fucking her deep and raw until she started whimpering and whining at him, her expression melting again from anxious and eager to pained.

He could see she was in discomfort, so he started to slow down, worried he was going to hurt her, but she reached back between her legs to squeeze his balls, her tail hiking up on its own as she pushed back onto him, rocking her powerful rump against him even faster than he was going. She wasn't going to stop until he was done.

Lucking for her, he was on the verge. He clamped his beak shut as he gave one final push, his knot inflating to twice its prior size inside her, resting within her rump bones and locking itself in place as his balls clenched, forcing stream after seed of hot cum to erupt into her. The barbs on his cock tip splayed out and seemed to extend inside her, finally locking into the soft flesh of her bowels as he pumped thick torrents of drake seed into her.

She moaned and gaped her maw out, eyes twitching and going cross-eyed as the knot filled her, the seed bloating her belly and was unable to escape thanks to the plug of a knot that held her there. She tried kicking off away from him, but the tie was too strong, there was no way that knot would pull from her, it was so big and firm that it was actually stuck due to her pelvic bones, not her destroyed, tenderized tailhole.

He stopped thrusting, the pressure of her brutalized ass and hips squeezing at the base of his knot was enough to coax more and more cum into her. It was like there was literally decades of pent up arousal flooding her system all at once, each spurt a full equine eruption deep into her. The cummy strands of semen snaked their way through her guts, bulging out her long, winding canal from rump until the next valve deeper in her depths.

With her body bent over the bar, she haphazardly reached out to grab a mug of cider, mumbling incoherent gibberish about her bloated belly and his hot drake seed, tongue draped out over her lips and eyes still cross.

Ceylon wrapped his arms around her hips and leaned into her, biting at her neck to chatter in her ear, but she could barely respond to him other than the occasional twitch of the muscles in her hind end and under her tail, which only further coaxed more seed from her. He spun the two of them around, careful to let her keep a hold of the mug of cider in her hand before he leaned back against the bar, holding her in place as she pressed her back against him, wings lopsidedly spread out across his chest.

His knot was slowly deflating, now that he'd spent all his seed in her, so much so that he could actually see her shapely abs distended with the shape of her cum-inflated bowels from within. He felt his barbs tugging at her flesh as his knot popped out, and a section of her guts actually peeled inside out, a few soft segments of her insides flipping outward in a fleshy prolapse, a steady stream of cum dribbling out the tip from all the pressure. He reached around her bloated, distended belly and past her gaping, drooling cunt to wrap his talons around the protruding tube of soft prolapsed rump flesh that was laying on his partially inflated knot, squeezing it and forcing a bit more cum out of it.

She was shaking uncontrollably, hooves flexing against his thighs, her fingers threatening to let go of the cider mug that was in her hand as she crossed her eyes and chattered more incoherent nonsense. Just as she collapsed into unconsciousness, Ceylon grabbed the mug from her and put it on the counter behind them.

But he wasn't done. Not quite yet. He had a few more kinky ideas in him before letting her go. He held her prolapse in his talon and his cock in the other, joining the tips so that his barbed glans would tug at the sloppy, cum-drooling opening. He slipped a dozen centimeters or so into it, using his hand to masturbate himself within it, slipping the soft, tender flesh up and down the length of his shaft. He got a devious, sinister grin on his face as he leaned into her, catching her chin on the hook of his beak. The gryph bucked his hips forward until her flesh slid over his shaft, the end of it resting against the top of his knot. He whispered into her ear, "Hope you've got the endurance for all I have to offer. Heh."

Dash's eyes went wide as she whimpered a bit, her ruined asshole hanging out, his massive knot pressing against the soft flesh of her exposed rectum. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a blathering mess of gibberish. She tried to move and pull away from him, but she could feel her belly bloating with the cum that was inflating her bowels, and it was quite painful for her.

Ceylon pressed his hand against her belly, squeezing at the ridged bulges of her distended intestines that were pressing out against her toned abs. He dug his claws into the soft flesh of her turned out rectum and forced it over his knot, squeezing the tip of it near his sheathe. He could feel the second sphincter lurch over the bulbs of his girth as he felt his knot swell inside, Locking him in place. He tugged, feeling more of her insides come out with it, the clear form of his member showing in the blood-red prolapse.

Her inverted asshole was a gentle massage to his length and knot, squeezing just right around his base, his barbed tip catching on the flesh just inside her body so that what little muscle control she had left was squeezing at the end of it. She was weakly clamping her rump shut as best she could, only to fail and have it quiver and twitch, further massaging him.

"C-cey.....looooohhhhhhhn!?" She stuttered as her body grew weak, her wrist limping and the cider pouring out of it in a foamy puddle on the floor. Her belly was twitching and her muscles spasming as she felt her belly growing larger and larger. She laid her hand on her abdomen, feeling the bulges grow in definition, the utter discomfort from the internal expansion twisting her face and rollign her eyes back in her skull. Her head leaned back as her maw gaped open, lips quivering with sputters of incomprehensible gibberish rumbling from her chest.

"What's the matter, Dashie? Can't handle it?" Ceylon chuckled at her as he squeezed her belly, claws digging into her flesh through her short hair. He grabbed at the squishy tip of her prolapse and squeezed it between his fist and the neck of his cock, holding it in place as his balls pulsed, pushing more and more of his seed into her, filling her. He could feel her distended guts bulging out against her abdominal wall, the increased girth growing in definition and size. He leaned into her, rubbing his cheek against hers as he cooed a sinister vocalization. His eyes closed as he focused on her mind, using what magic he had lying deep within him to feel and experience her sensations as she was.

Her mind was a jumbled mess, eyes cross and vision blurred as imaginary stars and lights swirled around her. Everything from her tits to her cunt was horribly uncomfortable, a deep rooted pressure building in her abdomen. She felt a sharp pain shoot through her belly accentuated by a nauseous lurch that bubbled up in her throat. She had to swallow to keep herself from vomiting the seed that was bloating her gut and escaping through her esophagus.

Rainbow Dash was in pain, idly grasping at her own distended, rippled belly as she tried her best to tighten her belly muscles. She felt like she was about to burst, like her toned abs were about to split and spew her guts everywhere, but she couldn't help but push back, her competitive nature demanded she show her resilience and durability. After all, her wings had felt like they were going to be torn from her back on multiple occasions, and she held on then. Still, every passing second had her feeling Ceylon's cock throbbing, pumping stream after stream of hot gryphon seed into her bowels, and it was getting progressively worse, her abs tighter and growing weaker.

She had to swallow again to keep another wave of thick gryphon semen from bubbling up into the back of her throat. Her belly was filling and mixing with the cider she had been drinking, triggering a gag reflex that left a cider-cum taste in the back of her tongue.

All at once, she felt the sharp penetration of Ceylon's claws on her belly, digging into her distended flesh followed by a powerful, aggressive ripping sensation through her abdominal wall, an explosion of red, pink, and white bursting out from her form, splattering blood, guts, and cum all over the bar. A shriek escaped her lips before being silenced by the lack of air in her lungs.

The last images that came into focus in her view was that of a black-fleshed tip glistening red in the meaty crater of her midsection spurting gobs of cum up onto her neck. There was no pain - or very little - as the sensations dulled and her mind dissipated into nothingness, her final thoughts being that of betrayal. What had she done to deserve such malice from an old friend?

Her body went limp as Ceylon growled, his mind slipping from hers as his climax dissolved alongside her consciousness. At his feet, a multicolored swirl of blood, fleshy chunks, and pools of his own pearly cum. He gave one final squeeze of her lifeless prolapse around the base of his knot before the muscles relaxed fully, releasing a stream of cum and excrement in a sloppy puddle between his legs. He gave one final thrust, using his hand to manipulate his cock in her saggy flesh before pulling it out and pushing her off him to lay, face down, in her entrails, as he got to his feet.

Ceylon huffed and wiped himself off as best he could, the splatters of blood staining his white fur as he walked away, barely offering him so much as a final look at her gorey corpse. He licked his beak and offered a sinister grin to his ex-companion.

"Maybe you shouldn't have ignored me, eh Dahie?" He growled as he walked right out the door, leaving the barkeep and the few remaining patrons in shock at what they just saw.