Title:           Hype gets laid
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Thursday 5th of November 2015 01:54:06 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 5th of November 2015 01:54:06 AM CDT

 
>You are Hypostome, but your friends call you Hype.
>Friend, really.
>Nervously you clop your forehooves together, tittering to yourself
>You hadn't had much to drink when your friends took you to the bar and you were beginning to regret that.
>Liquid courage is just what you need right now.
>Shifting in the soft couch beneath you, you take in the room around you as you wait for the mare... Griffoness actually, who had brought you here.
>She had propositioned you at the bar and with the approval of your friend Gar you had followed her here to her home.
>She hadn't seemed drunk so you don't think you are taking advantage of you.
>In fact she seemed... nice. Taking your blundering attempts to be suave in stride and laughing without cruelty at the jokes that had failed with so many mares before.
>Introducing herself as Glizelle she had led you here to her condo, sat you down on her couch and with a flick of her tail along your chin, promised to be back after a little freshening up.
>A shin sheen of sweat shines against your coat, the silent home was playing on your nerves.
>Maybe you could use her shower once she's done? That wouldn't be weird, would it? You don't want to smell if things start to get serious...
>A small creak of a floorboard interrupts your musings, turning towards the noise you see nothing, just the same empty hallway Glizelle had disappeared down minutes before.
“Glizelle?”
>No response.
>Tapping your hooves you stare at the floor. What if she was having second thoughts? She had been gone for awhile now and you hadn't heard any water running. Maybe she was just thinking of a way to let you down gently?
>Sinking into the sofa you sigh quietly, this was still the farthest you had ever gotten. Gar would probably call this progress, right?
>Still your heart ached, loneliness had been your companion your whole life.
>Where you had watched others find each other and their happily ever after, you could never seal the deal. Ironic considering that sealing deals at work is all you seem to be good for.
>Your ears flick up as a low rumbling.... purring? Sweeps through the house.
“G-Glizelle?”
>Before you can turn to confront the sound a large mass tackles you over the back of the couch, knocking you to the floor.
>Whatever it is sails overhead as you scramble your hooves against the tile beneath you.
>Adrenaline rushing, heart pounding you pull yourself to your hooves and face your attacker
”Glizelle?! What are you doing?”
>Your blood chills in your veins as she answers with a rumbling growl, the threat in her tone almost as frightening as the click of her unsheathed claws against the bare floor.
>Instinctually your wings extend but flight would be impossible in a house with ceilings as low as this.
>Why hadn't you noticed that? Strange for a Griffon of all things to live with such low ceilings.
>The click of claw against tile brings you back into focus, Glizelles back is arching as she prepares to pounce and with your back to the couch you couldn't count on her overshooting again.
>A high pitched neigh escapes your throat as fear grips your heart and long buried instincts rise to the surface of your mind.
>Predator.
>Run.
>Flee.
>Find the herd.
>Where is the herd?
>RUN
>Your hooves find purchase and propel you away with a speed that would have marvelled you in normal circumstances. Leaping the coffee table your hooves pound against the floor in a thunderous cacophony of sound rivalled only by the frantic beating of your heart.
>But predators evolve to capture prey and in her territory you could never stand a chance.
>A sharp pain along your flanks draws a pained whine from your throat as a heavy weight falls along your rump and drags you to the floor.
>Your hindhooves collapse as eight searing pricks of pain drag along your flank, pulling you backward into the heavy hot mass behind you.
>Instantly the weight along your rump shifts up your back as Glizelle climbs across your body, pinning your left wing beneath her paw as her beak snuffs along your neck.
>”Little stallion, is that all the fight you have in you? I was expecting more of a chase. Some thrill for my hunt”
>You feel her heated breath crawling along the side of your throat as a heavy talon slams your muzzle into the floor.
>”But perhaps the game need not end yet, there are different ways to play with prey”
>The talon shifts along your jaw, pulling your face up from the floor before crawling down your throat and holding you steady.
>Your vision is filled by the appearance of a second talon, clutching a small bundle of leafy blue flowers
>”Eat, my little stallion”
>Eyes wide with terror a fresh dose of adrenaline flushes through your system as you begin to struggle against the weight pressed against your back. Whatever those plants are you can't imagine they'll be healthy for you.
>A rush of air passes along your head as Glizelles beak whips up your head, a simple clipping noise is heard before you feel a wetness leak along your ear. Slowly a throbbing pain takes hold of your consciousness as your ear bleeds freely into your mane.
>Through it all you feel Glizelle's breath against your cheek.
>”Someone's going to eat, little stallion. It's your choice who it will be”
>Tears well in your eyes as you open your muzzle, lips plying at the talon before you as it releases its leafy load into your mouth.
>Why did this have to happen to you?
>All you wanted was to have someone.
>You just didn't want to be alone any more.
>Was that too much to ask?
>You should have known better, the second somepony took interest in you, you should have known there had to be an angle.
>you chew and swallow the bundle of flowers, the talon clutched against your throat massaging you as it follows the swallowed mass down your gullet.
>”Good pony” the grip of the talon softens slightly as Glizelle steadies herself, removing part of the weight on your back.
>Morosely you swallowed again, trying to at least clear the taste from your mouth. Glizelles actions brought you no comfort. You had seen museums dedicated to the ancient hunting rights of griffons. You knew how they would prey on ponies in ages past, toying with their food. Giving it the hope of mercy or escape before they would claim their meal. She wouldn't kill you quickly unless she had to.
>Gar had really got your hopes up. This last day you felt like things might actually change for you.
>For the first time in what must be years you had made a friend, someone who wasn't just humouring you to fill the time.
>Someone who believed in you and tried to push you to be better.
>You should have known things were going to fast, should have been content with what you had.
>But when Glizelle had asked for you, your heart had leapt into your throat. All that you wanted was finally in your grasp and all you had to do was take it. Look where that got you.
>A sickening lurch in your stomach draws you back into the present, above you Glizelle is purring into you ear. The vibration of her chest tickling against your back. Confused you open your mouth to speak when your stomach flops inside you once before a sudden falling sensation overcomes you, flapping your wings in instinctive panic you are surprised to find them freed from Glizelles grasp but the weight of her against you is inexplicably enormous and her feathered chest follows you down to the floor.
>The tiles beneath you seem to grow, stretching across your field of view as the weight upon your back is finally removed.
>Glancing around frantically you try to understand the insane new world you find yourself in. The thin legs of a cheap coffee table are now as thick as redwoods and stretch far into the sky. The divots where the tiles meet are now several body lengths away and had the depth of a shallow ditch.
>In the distance, two great furred trunks rise up into the sky, supported by wide and plush looking padded bases as a whip like cord dances behind them, the cord, strangely furred seemed to end in a small tuft of hair almost as large as you were, almost like a tail...
>Gulping you return your attention to the trunks, following their lithe and graceful curves up until they met in a furry drown sky.
>Your vision hitches slightly on a set of small pert pink nubs of flesh nestled between those colossal furred legs.
>The great mass above you shifts and you crane your neck further upward to come face to face with Glizelle, her pupils narrowed and focused as she bends down to you. Her beak, now larger than you are, cracks open and a humid gust blasts past you. She must have only been whispering but at your size her once enchanting voice broke over you like a shout.
>”Hello again little stallion, do you want to play a game?” the slightest edge of excitement and threat bleeding through her tone.
>Terror grips your heart as your little wings unfurrow, thin membranes of skin claw at the air as you now have ample room for flight.
>Your wings beat with panicked desperation as you fly faster than you ever have in your life, but your body is small enough to sit comfortably in hoof and despite your best efforts Gliselle keeps pace leisurely strolling behind you.
>Glancing over your shoulder you watch as she stretches her paws with each step, claws popping in and out of their sheaths. Her beak almost seems to grin at you around the flushed red of her face, her wings rise along her side and open to their full length
>Oh Tartarus
>With a mighty flap you are buffeted from the air as the force of her stroke creates near hurricane winds around you.
>losing control of your flight it is all you can do to direct your plummeting crash back towards the sofa you started the night on.
>The crash is mercifully painless as the couch absorbs the impact but the force robs you of your breath.
>Laying there you pant into the sofa below. Your ear and flank ache and you are dimly aware of a shift in the fabric beneath you as Giselle rests one of her talons beside you.
>”Oh you poor little stallion. I'd hoped for more of a chase but I just don't think you're up for it any more”
>You feel something pinch your tail and wince as you are hoisted up in the air rump first.
>Giselle has you suspended between two of her talons, gripping you she raises you above her head.
>”Don't worry. I'm not cruel, I can end this quickly if you'd like”
>Beneath you her great beak parts, strands of saliva separate as her tongue stretches out to meet you.
>Weakly you struggle, kicking your legs in vain.
>There is nothing you can do, she's just too big. Even at full size you could never hope to fight a griffon.
>This. This was really it wasn't it? The end. Food for some insane pony eating Griffon.
>As the grip on your tail loosens the sensation of falling returns and Gizelle's gaping maw rushes up to meet you.
>Closing your eyes you try to shut away your impending end. Your body aches but your spirit, your spirit is crushed.
>All you had wanted was to have someone who cared for you. Truly cared. Would anyone even notice you were gone? Would Gar think you had just run off, eloping with the first female to give you attention? Would he even remember you years from now? Maybe he shouldn't. Gar was a good pony, he would be fine. He doesn't need a loser like you in his life.
>dimly you are aware of a wet smacking and a rush of wet heat against your body. Maybe this was for the best? Atleast you're making Gizelle happy.
>Gizelles tongue tosses you around her beak, gently pushing you against the walls and curling around your body.
>The wet heat of her mouth is unlike anything you've ever felt before and despite yourself your body shivers in excitement, your stallionhood peaking slightly out of your sheath.
>again Gizelles tongue caresses you and the wet mass catches between your legs
>Gasping at the direct contact your stallionhood extends outward, brushing into her tongue needily.
>Flushing you forget everything about your circumstance and thrust yourself against her tongue
>”Oh? What's this”
>You pay the voice no heed, grasping her tongue you wrestle the hot wet mass down as your hips piston against her warm wetness, eagerly seeking a hole that wasn't there.
>A rush of movement separates you from her tongue as you find yourself free and clear of her mouth, in open air once more.
>Your stallionhood throbs at its denial, striking against your belly.
>Above you Gizelles face leans in, still flushed red albeit tinted slightly pinker than before.
>”Maybe I was being hasty? My little stallion might not be the best runner around but maybe there are other ways you could earn your freedom”
>Leaning down her tongue snakes out and drags itself over your stallionhood, “You're not the only one whose excited”
>Her face shifts out of your vision and you watch as her body passes over you, those beautiful pink nipples return to your vision as her legs bend over you, setting down just a hoofs-throw from your head.
>An intoxicating spicy scent assaults your nostrils as you climb to your hooves.
>Gizelle was laying down facing away from you, her great rump towering above you, the luscious curves that had drawn your eye on your walk here ending in the nervous beating of her tail.
>You couldn't run away, even with her looking away she'd catch you.
>But you didn't want to run any more.
>Your heart pounds in your chest with a new tempo as your eyes crawl down the base of her tail and into the great crevasse between those two firm flanks. Briefly you settle your gaze on her plothole before shifting down to the true prize.
>Only a few body lengths away her fur parted and flesh folded into the most beautiful sight you had ever seen. The damp lips of her pussy part slightly and a mound of wet pink flesh is visible within.
>Your wings beat with a new urgency as the intoxicating scent of her marehood grips your mind.
>The throbbing sensation between your legs can no longer be denied as you leap into the air and land against her mound.
>A sharp gasp can be heard in the distance but you pay it no mind, how could you when perfection was in your grasp. Your hooves dig into the soft pliant flesh of her lips as you pull your body against her, the fierce wet heat is overpowering as you breath deeply of her scent.
>Your hips thrust against her, seeking any purchase they can find, with great force of will you steady yourself and halt your thrusts against her.
>This... This wondrous place required worship. Flipping yourself around you bury your muzzle into her hot tunnel as a moan ripples through her body. Crawling along her lips you nuzzle and prop her flesh as your stallionhood screams for release.
>Despite your best efforts you can't help but thrust as you climb along her slit.
>A pearl of flesh greats you as your waste lines up with her hole,  assaulting the nub of flesh you trace its shape with your lips, darting your tongue out occasionally to taste the bounty before you.
A high-pitched screech tears through the air as your body is deluged in a flood of her wetness, clinging with all your might you continue your ministrations upon her clit as the gigantic griffon shudders around you.
>Crawling upward you wrap your neck around her nub, your tiny tears tickling against her sensitive flesh. The shuddering moans that had rocked you before are replaced with an earthquake of flesh as her flower opens around you, threatening to swallow you as your hooves scramble for purchase against the slick walls of her marehood.
>Sweat shines against your coat as you cling to her for dear life. A mixture of floods, both hers and yours swirl against you as you pull yourself against her soft mound.
>Slowly the earthquake of flesh subsides into a gentle rocking of her hips and the clenching of her tunnel subsides as it fails to find its mate.
>Breathing deeply against her clit you feel another shiver rush through Glizelle's body as a dizziness grips your head.
>Your stomach flops around again as a sensation of vertigo grips you. The world around you seems to stretch slightly before swiftly contracting as you feel yourself rush upward.
>Gizelle yelps as your weight grows against her flanks but the force of her orgasm had been to much for her, her muscles groaned in protest, too weak to buck free the stallion growing against her backside.
>As your full size returns to you, you find yourself seated against Gizelles spine. Her body lazing out before you as she turns to meet your eye. Although smaller than her, you were still a stallion and your frame pinned her body to the ground beneath you.
>Opening your mouth to speak your breath hitches as your stallionhood catches against a fold of flesh along her backside.
>”Wait!”
>Ancient instincts take over as your stallionhood refuses to be denied any further, your flared head grinds into her tunnel as you lean more and more of your weight into her. The warmth gripping your cock is like nothing you have ever felt before and you push further, parting her folds around your ring as Glizelle gasps beneath you, eyes unfocused.
>All reason has left your mind now, your whole existence is you and your mare. You feel her clench around you as you hilt, you're dimly aware of your flare pressing against her deepest barrier as your balls slap against her lips.
>Snorting you pull back, the air feels chill around your wet cock but you know that the wait will be worth it.
>pulling back so that the tip of your flare is the only thing still parting her lips you thrust forward with all your might, all pretence of being slow lost to you as you claim the female below as your own.
>Just as soon as you are in you withdrawal again, pistoning into her eager tunnel as it spasms against you, futilely trying to draw you in and hold you against her deepest point. Your thrusts increase in temp and you leen into your female, listening to her coo's every time your ring passes by her clit.
Glizelle was powerless, never before had the tables been turned on her like this. Sure the ponies usually forgave her hunting fetish in time but usually she had to lead them into the rest of the night, but this stallion. This stallion would not be denied, his frenzied thrusts filled her to an extent she had never experienced before and with each hilt she could keep him pause and throb within her. Her muscles had already begun to recover but she could not bring herself to attempt to regain control, never before had she ever felt so... female, as she did here and now under the relentless pounding of the stallion above.
>The slap of his balls against her behind grew silent as the needy orbs drew up into his body, she had snuck a few glances at them earlier in the night and had hoped for an opportunity to play with them, to feel them throb within her beak but now, now they owned her and lubricated her with thick spurts of pre, not that she wasn't already dripping wet.
>You gasp as you hilt again, ancient instincts driving you deep into your mare, your mind is a haze of pleasure as you bite the flesh of your females neck.
>Holding her steady you shift against her backside, enjoying the feeling of her tunnel massaging your shaft.
>moaning into her neck you return to thrusting, your pitch building as you feel your flare beginning to swell inside her. Beneath you you feel your mate shifting her stance, widening her legs to better accept you.
>The throbbing of your rod is constant now, an insistent urge grips you as your body prepares for release.
>Grinding into her marehood you feel an orgasm rock through your body as the tip of your flare gently kisses her cervix. Her marehood goes wild, gripping and pulling against your shaft as you finally teeter over the edge and release.
>Great jets of cum blast through your cock, painting her cervix white. Years of pent up release expend itself as you shoot dozens of ropes of seed into her hungry marehood. The sheer amount of seed begins to leak out around your staff as you push further and further in, pistoning your cum through her cervix and into her waiting womb.
As the fleeting bliss of your release leaves you, you push your stallionhood deeper, not wanting any more seed to escape.
>Beneath you Gizelle shifts, pulling you off her and along her side.
>”You really filled me up, little stallion” She sighs and nestles her head into your neck
>Wrapping your hooves around her, you pull her into your chest and kiss the crown of her head.
>”I hope you don't think that's the end of it though”