AnonxSammy1

You really wish you hadn't agreed to all that overtime on Sweet Apple Acres; AJ and Big Macintosh have been working you into the ground for all the utility your hands provide. Farm work is about the only thing anypony seems to think you can do, since you don't know much about Equestrian history, society, or how things work. You thought you were pretty useless too, until *he* came along.

 

You open the door to your apartment and wearily slide off your shoes. "Sammy?" you call. There's no answer. You groan and shuffle out of the hallway to the living room. You scan the room, and there's no sign of him.

 

"Come on Sammy, I know you're in-" you begin, before the big griffon pounces out from behind the couch and tackles you to the ground in a big, feathery hug.

 

"How was was work today, anon?" he says, squeezing you tight and purring like a content kitten. You relax and return his embrace.

 

"Long and tiring," you answer honestly. He gives you a little kiss on your forehead and cradles your head in his claws. You can feel his hind paws rubbing against your legs, and his tail is flicking between your ankles.

 

"How tiring?" he asks with eyes that suggest one thing only.

 

You inhale and smile, drinking in his smell. You can pick up hints of his feather shampoo and the brandy he must have been drinking earlier. He was an outcast too, having left the Griffon Kingdom for university. He came to Ponyville when he was a senior film student, and when he graduated, he never left. Somehow, you two met at a social function and fell in love immediately. You loved his witty jokes, aggressive personality, and flashes of creativity. You were still trying to work out why he liked you so much.

 

"Tired enough to say no..." you say, and you can almost feel him deflate. He looks at you with big puppy dog eyes and squeezes your leg between his thighs. You can feel his warm, hard member asking nicely to be let in. "...But being tired never stopped me," you say, completing your tease. He squeezes you immediately, laying a kiss on your lips and purring. You feel your lips tingle where his beak had been, and you squeeze *his* thigh between yours, playing with his tail between your heels. Within moments, he's gotten your shirt off, but he's having trouble with your pants.

 

Griffons and ponies don't wear clothes very often, so buttons are uniquely confusing to most of them. Samuel considers it a challenge to open your shorts; all the rubbing and pressure he applies to your crotch gets you going, too. He finally opens your shorts and dispenses with any further clothing by simply sliding your boxers off. He comes back up to mac your lips again, his hard member pressed against yours.

 

"Are you ready for me, little sparrow?" he asks in a sexy voice. For some reason you love his dirty-talk griffonese.

 

"Anything you want, big boy," you say back, half-joking. You are never quite certain what to do with sexy-talk, since it all sounds so funny. Environment dictates, but you are never sure when you're going overboard. It must have hit the right spot for Sammy, since he growls and flips you over with surprising ease, even for a griffon of his size.

 

You tense. He's not waiting for any foreplay tonight... Or so you think, just as you feel his claws gently rub your tired and sore shoulders. You feel him plop down on your butt as he squeezes and works your trapezius. His bottom on yours just feels so natural and right; his paws gently holding him up brush against your sides. After a few minutes of wordless massage, he leans down, laying his chest on your back. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your ear as he says "Well, my little darling canary, are you ready for me?"

 

You want him so badly it hurts. "Yes, anything, just please, take me now," you moan. You can feel yourself growing hard between your body and the carpeting, and you can feel him stiffening again against your cheeks. He brings a claw up and puts it in front of your face.

 

"Suck, little starling," he says. You do as you are bidden and take his claw in your mouth. You let your tongue play with it for a time until he pulls it out again. "Are you ready, sparrow?" he asks.

 

"Anything, my big eagle," you reply. You've picked up some of his bedroom language, and it seems to do the trick for him. He takes the talon covered with your saliva and teases your hole with it. When it is sufficiently relaxed, he plunges it in. The sensation is immediate and overwhelming; he teases your spot immediately. You arc your back slightly and then relax as he nibbles your ear. "Eager tonight, anon?"

 

You are only able to muster a faint "please..." before he chuckles and withdraws his talon.

 

"Oh, Sam," you gasp as he plunges into you all at once. You are immobilized by pain for a moment, but he just grins and pulls out halfway. Just when you think he's going to go in slowly, he pushes in again, blindsiding you. This time, though, you were ready, and it pain was a mere shadow of what it had been.

 

"Daddy gets what he wants," Sammy said seductively into your ear. He brought his other claw around to your face. "What are you-" you struggle to say before he clamps his talons over your mouth. You breathe heavily through your nose as he pushes in an out over and over again. His hard cock is big, and you feel full, but it's not at an angle where it's pressing against your spot. You arc your back and wiggle a little to try to coax him to change his position a little, but he keeps on thrusting.

 

"Come on, little bitch" he says, using *your* dirty words now. "Come on, cum for daddy." His voice has a sinister tone to it, unlike what you're used to hearing from him. You can feel his chest feathers on your back as he growls and purrs in pleasure.

 

He brings his other claw up to your neck, tickling it at first with a touch as light as snowfall, then grabbing and squeezing hard. This wasn't like anything you'd done before; for the first time since you met Sam, you feel a twinge of fear.

 

You try to ask him to stop, but with his claw over your mouth, you can't get anything more than a muffled "mmm, imppp" to come out. Feeling the vibration from your throat, Sam continues to thrust, now with renewed verve. His grunts turn into encouragement sporadically.

 

"Huh, you like that little sparrow? Little cock?" he says, squeezing your throat tighter. He gives the gutteral stirrings of a roar as he gives a particularly deep thrust, and pinches your nose between the thumb and index talon of the claw covering your mouth. In a moment of panic, you thrash as hard as you can, but he's got a lot of weight on you, and it only serves to make him thrust faster. Your lungs try to suck air, but they can't hopelessly oscillating in ineffectual struggle. You try to make a noise, but nothing can come out. You trash and writhe more, hoping, praying, *pleading* that this is a joke. You didn't think Sammy would ever do this. You love him so much; how can he kill you like this?

 

Sammy gives a soft growl and shift his position, pulling your head back with him. He thrusts again, this time hitting you right in your spot. Your head is pulled back, and you can feel Sam's slightly cold paws coming to rest by your sides. Your vision is beginning to black out from lack of oxygen.

 

Just as you are about to lose consciousness, Sam gives one more thrust, hitting you just right, and you spasm from pleasure. He immediately releases your throat and face, continuing to fuck you as hard and fast as he can. You suck in a breath of sweet, glorious, cool air. As soon as the fear of death has left you, you realize that you're having the most intense orgasm of your life. You're not cumming from your prostate or your cock, your whole body is engulfed in hot *sex*.

 

"Oh- Oh god! Oh- Sammmmyyyyyyyyy!" you shout as your legs quiver and your back arches. You've completely lost control (and even memory) of your arms, and Sam presses your face into the floor as he gives a guttural growl of pleasure from his own orgasm. The feeling of the carpet against your skin is like an island in an ocean of orgasmic bliss. Sam squeezes your shoulder with one claw while pulling the back of your hair with the other, forcing you into the perfect position for his cock to keep hitting you right where you want it.

 

Your pleasure plateaus, slowly starting to drop off between thrusts, but still throbbing in ecstasy during each apex. In a few moments, it is done. Your whole body feels like it had undergone a perfect massage, and your mind is still struggling to string together concepts enough to speak. Sam withdraws from you, and rolls you over on your side to face him. He smiles at you with his big puppy dog eyes. You can't think of anything to say, so you kiss him. You kiss him again. You kiss him, you hug him, and you kiss him. You're nearly in tears from how much you love your wonderful boyfriend. He's the first to speak.

 

"I'm so sorry I scared you," he said with genuine apology in his voice.

 

"You pretty brute, I wasn't scared for a minute" you say. Happiness erased any fear you might have had from your mind. He hold you close and purrs. You let him put his cool hind paws between your thighs to warm them up. Eventually, the purring gives way to snoring, and you let sleep take you, too.