Title:           You stretch forward, letting out a strong yawn. It's nearing midnight on Hearts
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Thursday 12th of December 2013 11:05:24 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 12th of December 2013 11:05:24 PM CDT

You stretch forward, letting out a strong yawn. It's nearing midnight on Hearts and Hooves Day. No doubt every pony is out with their sweetheart of choice, having a fancy dinner, cuddling up together with a movie or a nice book, enjoying each others company on the most romantic of nights... Except you.
 
The closest person to a 'companion' you have with you tonight is the local 'bartender', a gruff male earth pony serving cider to the few other loners spending the night alone. You've had about six or seven mugs of cider at this point, and the buzz helped ease the loneliness, if only a little bit. You toss the bartender another bit, and he refills your mug.
 
You messily drain half the glass when you hear something strange. A whimper, a very soft whimper coming from outside... You look around the bar, but no one seems to have noticed it. You consider ignoring it altogether and just continuing to drink, but you hear it again, just a bit louder, and drunken curiosity gets the best of you. You lazily get to your feet and shamble out the door.
 
You step outside the bar and the frigid late winter air hits you full force. You suppress a shiver, tucking your wings tightly to you in an effort to keep warm. Popping your neck, you take a look around you. The bar was really the only notable building nearby, Cloudsdale was visible far off on the distance, but there wasn't much here, just a small cloud-town bordering Cloudsdale.
 
Another sob draws your attention back to why you left, it was louder, and nearby. It sounds like it was coming behind the bar. Admittedly a stupid idea in hindsight, but any fear of danger was numbed out by the buzz of the cider so you sneak by the wall towards the back of the building to see what was going on...
 
It was hard to make out much in the shadows behind the bar, especially so late at night, but you can vaguely see a hunched over shadow weeping. It just lay huddled there, muttering something incomprehensible past the sobs, unsure what to do, you just watch in a daze as you try to adjust your eyes to the darkness.
 
The first you notice is that the sad stranger is no pony. The thin tail occasionally tensing and thought they were tight against the creatures' frame, you could tell the wingspan was far too large to be a pony. You already had your suspicions before you mad out the beak of the creature, it was a Griffon. From the sound of the crying and the slightly dainty figure (compared to the males of the species, or so your Equestrian Creatures and Ponies Guide) it seems she was a female Griffon as well. You consider approaching her upfront, but stop yourself, Griffons were sparse due to a number of reasons, hot tempers being one of them. And the last thing you wanted was an emotional lion-eagle hybrid going at you talons first on an already depressing night...
 
So you watch and listen. Your eyes have almost completely adjusted, and you can see her curled up, muttering something under her breath about... rainbows? Usually followed by some annoyed grunt or curse, it was hard to tell if she was weeping out of anger or sorrow at this point.
 
It's a damn shame to see her all mopey, you can't help but think, she's kinda cute in an exotic sort of way...
 
You begin to worry after about a minute of her waterworks, but can't bring yourself to do much but watch. You've never seen a Griffon before outside of books; a long sleek neck, golden-orange beak, thin talons instead of forehooves and thick, muscular legs. And those wings, it's common among Pegasi to compare wing size as it's considered a sign of physical strength in men and beauty in women, but even curled in her wings seemed larger than the rest of her body.
 
Despite the strange, very unlikely scene before you, it's kind of relieving to see someone else drowning their sorrows; if not in cider than with actual tears. Whoever this Rainbow fellow is must have really threw her for a loop.
 
You give a dry laugh to yourself, and immediately she jerked to attention. How the hell did she hear that!? Before you can respond she's already pounced at you, glaring into your eyes. You notice past her tear-struck face what a brilliant shade of gold her eyes are.
 
"And just what do you think YOU are looking at!? Think I'm some kind of peep show?"
 
"Easy, easy, I just heard some cry-"
 
Her glare would kill a lesser pony.
 
"-heard some noises and thought I'd make sure everything was alright."
 
She gave a loud huff, her whole body seemed extremely tense, on edge. Impressive considering she seemed more like a huddled over blob early.
 
"... -And you didn't see anything, got it buddy!?" she prods you roughly in the chest with a talon, not hard enough to break skin but enough to hurt pretty damn bad.
 
"Fine. I didn't hear anything, what's your problem anyways?" That came out a bit more confrontational than you meant to, but she was starting to piss you off. Griffon or not, you went out to investigate out of the goodness and curiosity of your heart.
 
"My problem!? Oh, everything is fantastic! Aside from-Agh! I don't know why I'm still talking to you anyways." She jerks away from you, flicking her tail against the corner of the bar and opened her wings, ready to take flight.
 
"Wait, where are you going?"
 
She jerks her head back to give you an annoyed look.
 
"I'm going down to 'none-of-your-business', now why don't you just go back to drowning yourself in cider, drunkie."
 
That tore it, Griffon or not, you are not going to be insulted by the same creature who was bawling like a giant filly in the back alley of a Cloudsdale ghetto.
 
"Well fine maybe I will! At least I'm not crying my eyes out like some dumb little bitch over some stupid ex."
 
She stopped just before she had time to flap her wings. A shudder pasts from her tail to the loose feathers atop her head.
 
"Oh you picked the wrong Griffon to mess with tonight!" She leaps at you, talons stretched, enraged. Too enraged, even with so much drink you could tell she was drained and sloppy.
 
You step to the side as she misses you, and immediately, elbow her in the back, she cries out and hits the cloud below. Before she can react, you use your left hoof to grab the front of her wings, yanking them back.
 
"Ack!! Let me go! I swear I'm gonna tear you-" her threat was interrupted by a cry of pain followed by a strong gasp as you jerk her wings backwards again, you can feel the thin bone underneath threatening to snap as you do so.
 
"Someone needs to teach you some manners. I was just trying to be nice, but you had to go and mess it up." You groan, even in this lock she was bucking from side to side trying to escape your grip. All the same, you can't help but notice how soft her feathers are, and the fur of her back half was far softer than any ponies' fur, like velvet...
 
An idea suddenly greets you.
 
"Say, you were crying because your ex ditched you or some shit, right?"
 
Her struggling falters for a second, she jerks her head back and glares at you.
 
"None of your business. At all. Let me go now!"
 
You yank her wings backwards again, she cries out, tensing up, you use your other hoof to press her chest into the clouded floor. Not as solid as surface as you'd like, but it'll have to do...
 
"-See, the way I see it, I'm all alone on Heart and Hooves Day, and so are you. So why not celebrate together?"
 
This was wrong on so many levels, but the pause and sudden look of fear in her eyes made it all worthwhile. It was long before she started struggling harder than ever, almost bucking you off of her.
 
"-No! No! This isn't happening! I'm leaving now you moth-Aagh!!" Another yank of the wings followed by a slap to the back of the head. With effort you slide her against the building, mashing her face against the rougher material of the bar. It works well at holding her still.
 
At this angle, try as she might, there was no way she could get away. All she could do was swat her tail at you, as it smacks against your back, all it does is aid your growing member. Looks like it's your lucky night.
 
  If anything she was a fighter, just to pin her face far enough into the wall to force her hips up was a battle in itself.
 
  "Let go! Let go! I swear I will make you regret the day you were ever-!!" A solid hoof to the cheek, she cries out in pain and her struggle weakens.
 
  "-There we go... Now shut up, you brought this on yourself, pidgeon." You lean over her, using the hoof not holding her wings down to force her neck up. Her cheek was swollen where you hit her, and while she tries to show nothing but malice towards you, you can see fear in her eyes. You contemplate socking her again just for making this so difficult.
 
  "Let's be clear on how this is gonna work, you're my new fucktoy for tonight, try anything stupid, I break your wings and you never fly again. You do what I tell you, got it?"
 
  "-Screw off!"
 
  A twist of the wings, a tear falls down her cheek as she tries to suppress another cry of agony. Lotsa spirit in this one.
 
 "Understand now, or are you going to have to leave this in pieces!?"
 
  She spits a bit of blood and nods her head, still glaring spitefully at you.
 
  "Lift your ass up for me."
 
  "-Whadda you need-" You sock her again, this time underneath her, nailing her in the stomach with a blunt hoof. She gasps as the wind is knocked out of her.
 
 "I want your ass up so I can examine the merchandise. We good?"
 
  She tries to mumble something through the pain, you tighten your grip.
 
  "We good!?" You repeat, she glares up at you with those bright golden eyes.
 
"... -good." you can hear her mumble in a mix of agony and spite, a blush visible past the bruising of her cheek. She's fighting it, but tears are already streaming down. With effort, her hind legs shake and her hips raise for you; and you, pulling her wings tight in case she were to dare try any funny business, decide to give her goods a look.
 
She tries to cover her privates with her tail, but you give it a strong yank. She gasps out and leaves it limply dangling to the side, aside from the occasional quiver of fear. She has a very nice backside, very visible despite the layer of fur coating her back half. You give it a firm slap. When she cries out to protest you twist her wing. She bites into her talon, trying not to whimper.
 
You continue your 'examination'. Her lips were very visible right beneath her asshole where the fur thinned out at her womanhood. There was just the slightest tinge of pink at her most sensitive part. You give it a long smell, a strong musk that's difficult to describe greets you. The griffon gasped and just bit further into her talon, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of her knowing she is at your mercy.
 
If that's the case, you'll simply have to MAKE her make some noise for you.
 
"Hm, not a bad view from here. You a virgin?"
 
No response, just trembling. You give her tail a strong yank, and sharply bring a back hoof to her cunt. She cries out, her lion-like legs trembling, you feel a spot of moisture greet the lower hoof you struck with. The slut was actually wet already.
 
"Anxious huh?"You use her wings as support to pull yourself onto your hind legs, intentionally using too much force so she can cry out again. Your thick stallion cock now hangs long and hard between your legs. You grind your manhood across her cunt, nice and slow, the griffon shudders, twitching as she stifles a moan.
 
"Sensitive little bitch, aren't we? You are a virgin aren't you?"
 
No response, just shuddering and sobs.
 
"Considering your attitude it's no surprise, but I can be generous." You set your hip back, letting the tip of your stallion cock rest right at the lips of her pussy. She immediately begins to struggle again.
 
"No! No! You can't! I can't let anyone but Da-!!" You release her wings, but before she can react you smack her face against the stone wall. She cries out, not unconscious but severely hurt. A sob greets your ear as she falls forward again.You grab both her wings for leverage now, you don't think resistance will be much of a concern anymore.
 
You tease the lips of her pussy, even in her mid-conscious state every time the tip of your dick touches her lips, she shudders and a mix between a moan and a sob can be heard. So you take care gently parting her lips with your cock, pleased at how tight your unwilling partner is, then proceed to jam your entire eighteen inch member inside of her with all the force you can muster.
 
Her whole body shuddered, her back arching as you force your way into her. Even through her injury she cried out in pain as you took her all at once. She was tight, it appears you were correct in assuming she was a virgin.
 
Taking some time to let your erect member fully rest inside her (the way her body shuddered and her pussy twitched was a particular delight), you slid out only to pound her again. Each time she cried out again between sobs. You give her a firm slap across the ass.
 
"Does it hurt? Good, I want you to cry for me.", sobbing. Another firm slap on the ass while you continue to tear into her womanhood. Annoyed, you take your hoof and prod at her asshole, just a rough poke.
 
That got her attention.
 
"Wait, don't-agh!"
 
It's a tight fit, but you slip the edge of your hoof into her ass, it almost seems about to tear just stretching to accomodate half of the tip of your hoof.
 
"Oh, so now you're willing to make some noise?"
 
You can't help but grin, still pounding away at her cunt as she tries to look back at you in her agonized semi-aware daze. You slip out, letting the tip of your cock (already leaking with precum, which you take care smearing around the lips of her pussy) rest just at her entry.
 
Then you slam inside of her again (her own wetness splashing the fur at your groin), doing the same with your hoof, wedging it as far into her ass as you can. She clenches tightly around you, screaming in pain. Your hoof is way too large to fit, but that doesn't stop you from getting half your hoof inside of her. Every inch of her insides are clenching and twitching, desperately trying to adjust to the enormous monsters violating them.
 
And so like two pistons you continue railing inside of her. Her pussy grows wetter and her muscles stretch painfully, failing to accommodate you. You continue pounding your hoof into her ass, and you can see the puddle of tears collecting at the Griffon's head, which was pressed roughly against the building. Sob, moan, gasp; all repeating over and over as she twitched. Her eyes her clenched tightly, everything clenched tightly.
 
"Looks like you're breaking down on me. Aw well, maybe if there's a next time you'll mind your manners." You were growing close, and another idea greets you. Before you can come, you pull yourself out of her, both her holes. She falls in a heap, too exhausted to support her own weight. You don't even bother pinning her wings down, she could barely breathe, much less fight back at this state.
 
You stand over her, she lay with her face in her talons, crying. You sigh, and kick her over onto her back. Puddles of sex lie at her loins, and her face was a mess of bruises and tears. She barely manages to open one eye at you. So much emotion in that weak glare; hate, despair, sorrow...
 
"Hey bitch, I haven't finished yet, but I want to give you something to remember me by. Stick out your tongue."
 
She doesn't respond, just glares. You stamp on her exposed wing, it lets out a sickening crack. She cries out, you look down at her. With effort, her tongue slips between her beak. Just an inch of it. You step on the wing again, twisting your hoof, you have no time to play games. You're ready to finish yourself.
 
  "All the way, or I break the other wing. Do what I say, and maybe I'll leave you in a state where you can walk again one day. Fair enough?" You spit on her wing. With a whimper, she let the rest of her tongue slip out. You were unaware of Griffon biology, and are pleased to find it was almost a foot long. Perfect.
 
  You stand over her, sitting on her chest, your cock hanging before her face. You smear the tip against her tongue.
 
  "Lick it."
 
  With another weak pant, she struggled to lean her head forward, her tongue lapping the tip of your cock. She looks disgusted at the taste, but continues lapping the tip weakly. You step on her other wing with a hind-hoof, putting pressure down but not breaking it.
 
  "I didn't say try and tickle  it, LICK IT. And don't stop until I say so."
 
  Fear falls over her face as you apply a bit more pressure on the wing, and with a cry she brings her tongue to the base of your cock, licking up and down, twisting her tongue around it. It was a strange feeling, not so much wet as sticky, but just seeing her so broken was reward enough of it's own, you could feel your balls clench up as climax approached.
 
  Without warning, you let loose, liberally spraying her face-first with your seed. She gags as it dribbles down her tongue, pooling into her throat as well as collecting about her feathers, shot after shot until her face was pooled with your cum. She looked ready to gag, you stamp her unbroken wing again.
 
  "No, no, no, this is to be remembered. Swallow it."
 
  She looks at you pleadingly with her one eye that isn't bruised shut.
 
  "Every drop."
 
  With a cough here and there, she struggles it down, gagging and sputtering now and again. You feel ... satisfied as your cock withdraws into its sheath, relieved and soaking wet with the Griffin's juices. You see to it that she uses her tongue to lick her entire face clean, and just for kicks, have her lick the tip of your flaccid cock clean too.
 
  You stand over the Griffon. Her beak bent and bloodied, her face bruised, cunt leaking with your seed and ass bright red from all its beating... One wing in shambles, the other twitching weakly. And you never even got her name.  Only one thing could compliment this night any better.
 
  You stamp her remaining wing, rendering her forever flightless. She cries out at you in anger, but can't even get up, and just whimpers.
 
  "Oh dear, it looks like we have a flightless bird on our hands. And stuck way up here above the ground and no way to get home." You pretend to muse, looking to the moon, the Griffon just keeps sobbing.
 
  "-I have an idea. How about I take care of you from now on? You'll come home with me, and I'll make good use of you every night. Sound fair?" no answer, just a whimper. You take that as a yes, and with night as your cover, roughly toss her weakened body over your shoulder, and decide to head on home with your new toy.
 
 Perhaps Hearts and Hooves Eve won't be so bad after all.