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Destroying the Base

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Falco_1701

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“It'll be fun…"

Duana smiled, the sphinx's tail swishing as she stepped over the base, though it was already empty – or nearly so. Not that the macro sphinx, peering down at the Changeling naval base, cared about that. Even the Changelings posed no threat to the towering, looming macro. In fact, some said that she could have ended the war with her power, even if Duana mysteriously kept the limits of said power just about in check.

She just liked keeping everyone guessing, wondering how far she could really go if she was using the full extent of her power. With both sides using firearms and advancing technology against one another, Darien didn't know why Duana was a part of the Great War at all – but he thought the sphinx would unveil her true intentions in time.

Maybe.

Darien shook his head, though the griffon was sized similarly to the sphinx, his head-feathers white while the bulk of the feathers and fur covering the rest of his body moved softly through a gentle shade of brown. Yet he still had those typical griffon features, being wings sprouting from his back, close to his shoulder blades, and a long, leonine tail.

He clicked the edges of his beak together, eyeing the base beneath them as waves lapped in the harbour. A rough, choppy sea greeted them, though the griffon didn't quite know what to make of that when he was more used to aerial fights in the sweeping, varying topography of Aquileia. Having come down from his flock to Equestria, sent by his government, had changed everything for him, even the course of how he engaged in the war.

Still, Duana was a challenge to work with and the sphinx forced him to push himself beyond any limits he may have thought he had.

The griffon's eyes flicked over the base: the dull, grey exterior that seemed so small under him in his current form. He could have used more technical terms to refer to the parts of the base and the ships in the harbour, along with a submarine, but part of their fun was in casting off that shroud of formality. Darien shivered. Maybe Duana was right in saying he could be too formal and take things too seriously…

The sphinx backed against him, forcing him down, though the griffon grunted, slowly allowing his body to fold to the ground. The buildings crumbled under him, the base groaning as it was forced to take his weight – though it would only be a little time before the griffon was through the tarmac into the underground part too.

“Oof…"

Darien let her back over him, her breasts lightly dragging on the ground, though even that contact was not enough to harm the feral sphinx. He'd seen her take direct hits from nukes in the past and Duana had not even flinched. Darien was semi-sure that any reactions to pain she made were simply to fit in.

“Hm… Maybe I can show you how to have some real fun over a conquered base," Duana teased, pushing her firm rump back in the griffon's face. “You need to loosen up, griffon… There's more to this game than winning battles."

Privately, Darien thought he placed a lot more weight on the battles with the Changelings than the sphinx did, but he kept that to himself. Duana would only laugh at him at best and mock him at worst. She hadn't done anything worse to him, but the sphinx's tongue had a sharpness to it that had more bite to it than any blade.

So, he let himself go a little into the moment, licking the edge of his beak as his need rose, along with his shaft. It filled out with desire and, for once, he was struck with the need to fulfil himself.

“That's right, griffon, you can do this…"

Duana could coax him along too, though maybe the sphinx's power was truly held in manipulation. Darien didn't care, not right then and there, as she ground her rump all the way into his face and he stole a lick of her plump folds. Her sex eased over his beak, leaving a lewd smear of arousal in its wake, though Darien was more than ready to go along with it.

He needed it, almost as much as she did. Though the griffon would have to pull out all the stops to please her: Duana was forceful.

So, he did what any self-respecting gryphon could do, leaning back and snatching up the submarine from the water. His claws curled around it and he stole a salacious smirk at how comically small it looked in his forefoot, though his toes and claws had the dexterity of most hands. His member throbbed up hard and wanton, though Darien was not all that concerned with it.

There were more ways to destroy a base, after all, than stomping and storming all over it. Perhaps debasing it would be more effective and accurate?

He licked his beak, presenting the end of the grey submarine to her tight anal ring. Her dripping pussy would have been a fine target for Darien to take, but Duana would have laughed at that.

So, he worked her up first, one claw teasing into her pussy while his other paw leveraged the submarine against her ring. He pushed it in slowly, taking his cues from the sphinx, though her raunchy grunts and moans told the tale of her pleasure more clearly than any words ever could have done.

“Mmm… Yesss…"

Duana hissed through her teeth, her leonine tail flicking back and forth. He pressed on, licking his beak, tasting her on him. It was hypnotic to watch the submarine disappear into her and his heart surged at the thought of all the Changelings that had been inside it – before. That submarine, after all, would never again be used for war and that was something the griffon was very much glad for.

Her tail hole clenched and pulled around the submarine, almost pulling it from his paw, but the griffon didn't let Duana take control. Not even as the sphinx took pleasure of her own by sitting down on his cock, grinding her soaked folds back and forth over his throbbing, aching length.

“Mmph!"

Darien grunted, but it was the sphinx who was in control. She adjusted the angle of her hips and ground down slowly over his cock, enveloping his hardness in her heat. Darien's beak parted, grip stuttering on the submarine, but he managed to hang on to it as his body sang with pleasure.

“Mm, well, I guess this is letting things go…mmph…a bit…"

But Darien didn't have to say anything much at all as he groaned in the back of his throat, catching sight of Changelings fleeing the base from the corner of his eye. He was struck by the sudden urge to chase them out, to lunge over the buildings and come down on them with both forepaws at once, crashing and smashing through the buildings. All he yearned for was to see their base torn down to the ground for all the hatred and fear they'd sown in Equestria and beyond.

Yet that was not what he was there for in that moment as he grunted and tried to rock his hips up, but that was hard to do for a feral when he was down on the ground on his back. The tarmac splintered out from his shoulders bearing down into it and he grunted thickly, clicking his beak as he drove the submarine into her ass, again and again. He worked it back and forth passionately, a part of him fascinated by how much the sphinx could take, though Darien had the feeling he wasn't even getting anywhere close to her limits.

Duana moaned and rocked back against him, though the griffon barely had to do anything as he held on to her rump with one paw, digging his claws lightly into her spotted flesh. He groaned in turn, struggling to find purchase against her or the ground, but his hind paws were useless in such a position.

That left the lust-addled sphinx free to use him as she wanted, a harsh bark of laughter breaking her lips as she rolled them back, taking him deep. Her pussy clung to his cock with every thrust down and the griffon keened throatily, his cry of pleasure breaking on his beak even as he sought to let it free.

It was about letting loose, however, and setting themselves free, even as they somewhat reaped the spoils of war. The sphinx's yowls of delight cut through the air, sharper than any blade – but the Changeling warfare had sent their technology forward several generations ahead of its time anyway. With ships and nukes and firearms that, in a way, rendered the need for magic lesser than before, it was no wonder pony-kind had faced such a trial in wrenching back control.

He leaned forward a little, curling his torso up from the ground. Hungrily, Darien took in how her pussy swallowed up his cock, hardly unaware of their size. Sometimes it felt like the rest of the world was insignificant around him, when he was that big, though the crunch of the ground under him, destroying foundations with slight shifts of his weight and the pounding force of her hips, paid subtle due to that in the background. He tensed, cock throbbing passionately within her wetness, strings of arousal clinging to his cock whenever some of the pink length was revealed.

He had to get her off before him and Darien threw himself into the self-imposed mission, grinding the submarine deep into her rump and twisting it slightly. It was not thick enough to really stretch her, but it clearly hit the right spots inside the sphinx's backside as he pumped it back and forth. It may have been tricky to maintain that kind of rhythm with her slamming her hips up and down on his pulsating shaft, but Darien didn't have to be precise. He was more than enough for her already.

Duana took all she needed from the griffon as she groaned, her pussy and tail hole clenching roughly around the makeshift toy and his cock. With an arch to her back, she pushed back harder, forcing the submarine up inside her at a better angle, though the pressure of her passage squeezed around it, crunching down the metal sides of the submarine.

It would last for long enough, however, as the griffon grunted and forced himself on, grabbing her hip and pulling her down on to his cock in lieu of thrusting in that awkward position. His heart hammered and his beak hung open, even though he breathed through the slit-like nares on his beak.

“Yesss… Mmmm…"

He grunted and licked his beak, though the griffon was lost in pleasure, forgetting why he was even there. And that was exactly how Duana pulled him along with her, showing him exactly how the pleasures of debauchery and more could play out between them, even though there was no truly deeper relationship there. The sphinx groaned and shuddered, her back suddenly going stiff, and ground passionately down on both the submarine and his cock as climax gripped her.

Duana trembled victoriously as lust overcame her, squeezing around him as her pussy clenched and rippled erratically. She could control that if she wanted to – oh, but who wouldn't want to pull in an edge of chaos to, well, everything?

The sphinx let it roll through her, squeezing and milking his cock of everything it had to give her, though she only wanted that grand finale for the first round. Only time would tell just how they were to rip the base to shreds, tearing every last block down to the ground, but ecstasy came first.

The griffon couldn't hold back for another moment as he snarled out his pleasure, startling even himself by how powerfully orgasm swept over him. Like a tidal wave dragging him into the water just beyond the harbour, it swallowed him up and pulled him under, heaving and gasping, ropes of seed filling her pussy. The sphinx bellowed triumphantly, but that first orgasm for them both was merely the start of something more, huffing and panting, their flanks heaving in wonder for the pleasure they stole for themselves.

Cum drooled from her pussy, between the join of their bodies, splattering to the ground and marking the fur around his crotch. There would be plenty more where that came from, flowing like rivers through the base as they did all they had been ordered to.

And more. Always more.