It was bright sunlight and a gentle breeze that greeted Cairbre as he stepped outside. He drank in the fresh, cool air with a smile, gently digging his talons into the ground beneath.

It was nice and cool out here today. Certainly more so than inside his glassmaking studio and the hot stifling hair within it. On days like this he could usually be found there hard at work, making good use of his talents to craft the art that was his livelihood these days. A little alchemy here, a little nanotechnology there, and a zebragriff like him could make some pretty impressive things. It paid to have a few implants where it mattered.

Cairbre had grown restless lately. Not even the hard toiling inside the studio could quell it. It was the kind that settled somewhere in his chest like slugging too much coffee at once, drove sleep away, kept him on edge even though he knew there was no real reason to be. It was nervous energy he could do without, a sort of pent-up neediness he couldn’t really articulate or name.

Naturally, that brought Cairbre to the local gym, a towel across his shoulders with a bagful of his favorite gear slung over his back.

With any luck, he would find some luck here. Blow off some steam with heat of a different sort. Step back out in the cool air again when it was done and let it rise away. There was no telling if it was what he actually needed, but there couldn’t be any harm in trying. Nothing ventured and all that. Cairbre was willing to give it a shot.

A blast of air conditioning met his face as he opened the door. The smell of worn leather and plastic met his nose, thoroughly marinated with stale sweat and salt. Cheesy dance music came faintly from the speakers above, just barely audible above the fans. It was the sort of thing that belonged in shopping malls where giggly city mares spent their afternoons. Nothing that any self-respecting creature would listen to while pumping iron, that was for sure.

Maybe that was the idea. There was only one other patron in the gym today, and he seemed an awfully skinny sort of guy who could use the exercise. An orange pegasus with white socklike patterns on his legs, his wings stretched out wide as he rested at the edge of the room. Cairbre had to admit, he was a pretty cute guy. There was something alluring about the way he lifted up a hoof to wipe away at his brow, his eyes briefly looking in Cairbre’s direction from behind a shock of blue-and-green mane.

Cairbre cracked a grin at the pegasus’ direction, and he quickly turned his head away. It didn’t take much imagination to imagine those cheeks were blushing.

The hippogriff knew that type. The ones who liked to puff out their chests and act like they were all that. It seemed like it was practically a rule with pegasus stallions, especially the cute ones. Still, he knew how to deal with that kind of ilk. It only took the right words, the right incentive, and he had them wrapped around his fetlock at his beck and call. It was a delicate art in that way, not so different from glassmaking, and he relished in it.

It began the way it usually did, with a flourishing flick of his tail and the spread of his wings. He strode over to where the pegasus was stretching, making sure to keep the light behind his back as he advanced forwards. It was just the sort of display pegasi used to court mares, with obvious connotations. An obvious declaration of being ready to breed, less than couth, the kind of swagger that was so easy to get wrong. But Cairbre knew what he was doing, and he knew all too well that it wasn’t just mares who took kindly to that kind of display.

Especially not when he was already slipping free of his sheath, half hard. There was no mistaking that message.

The way the pegasus stopped short, his eyes darting up and down and back again, it was a message well received. He stepped back with a sheepish grin, his wings tucked in. Cairbre could see the denial in his face, the straining to hold back the erection sprouting from between his own hindlegs. A nice thick one, black skinned and generously sized, dribbling a little upon the ground.

Now that was a pent-up buck. Cairbre could smell the need from across the room.

Still, there was no need to scare off the poor thing, and so the hippogriff kept it casual at first. He rested his talons against the wall, wings spread out to their full span as he stretched out to keep himself limber for what was coming.

He canted his head over to the pegasus and grinned wide. “Like what you see?” Cairbre gave his hips a little emphatic shake, his cock slapping up into his lower belly with a loud slap to drive the point home. “It’s alright. You can look all you want.”

And there was plenty to see, if the pegasus wanted. Cairbre tilted his hips to the side to let him do just that. A reddish shaft, knotted at the base and tapering at the end, not quite an equine offering. He knew it was something a little more exotic than the norm, and he was all too happy to flaunt it. And the pegasus appreciated it, Cairbre could see it in his posture. The little flick of his tail and the audible gulp at the visible throb made it plain as day.

“Got a name?”

-

Naarkerotics hadn’t been expecting company today. He hadn’t been expecting much of anything beyond a simple gym session by himself. When that zebragriff came in, though, all those plans came to a screeching halt.

He wasn’t much taller than Naarkerotics himself. He exuded a youthful, playful sort of exuberance, slim and coltish without any of the bulk or meanness one came to associate with the rougher, older stallions. He was certainly playing it up as best as he could, with all that displaying. It was actually really cute – anyone who was anyone could see he was new to this – but there wasn’t any denying the charm that came with that kind of confidence.

And there definitely was no denying the zebragriff had sex on the mind from the word go. As he stretched against the wall with the light just catching the edge of his stripes, already hard and ready, there wasn’t much more the pegasus could do but stare. There was plenty to look at, and he had to admit he liked what he saw. A lot.

“Hey, you listening?”

Naarkerotics was shaken out of his reverie. He briskly shook his mane to meet the zebragriff’s eye, feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks at the sight of his face.

“Naarkerotics,” he mumbled.

The zebragriff quirked a brow and canted his head, an ear perked in his direction. “That’s a mouthful,” he remarked with a well-meaning snicker. “Can I just call you Naark?”

Naarkerotics couldn’t help but crack a sheepish smile. “Sure you can,” he said.

The zebragriff smiled right back, turning his attention back to the wall. “I’m Cairbre,” he said, pushing his hindlegs back as far as he could, until his body was practically a straight line. “I guess my name’s not much better, huh?” He spoke so nonchalantly, as if he wasn’t sporting an erection nearly the thickness of his own hindlegs. The tip of it touched the ground, and Naarkerotics could see the little shining trail of pre Cairbre was leaving there.

“You should do some more stretching too,” Cairbre said. “You know how rough it can be on you if you don’t? Gotta keep those muscles limber and everything.”

Naarkerotics couldn’t help but smirk a little bit. “That’s what I’ve been doing. Right up until the moment you showed up.” He whisked his tail for emphasis. “I know a thing or two about stretches, you know.”

Cairbre turned his head lazily to peer at Naarkerotics. “Do you really?” he said. “Want me to show you one of my favorite ways to stretch?”

Before Naarkerotics could ask what he meant, the zebragriff lifted his talons away from the wall back to the ground. He made for the duffel bag he had brought with him, grasping the zipper and pulling it open to reveal…

Oh, Celestia.

That was a jaw-droppingly vast collection of dildos. Every size, every color, and every type imaginable, from the most nondescript of vibrators to the most intricately detailed replica of a kraken’s tentacle. They sat haphazardly inside amidst a collection of lubricant bottles, inviting and frighteningly large.

Naarkerotics looked down in stunned silence as Cairbre reached down to pull free one of the equine phalluses hidden inside. “These are great,” Cairbre mused, running his talons along the length of his chosen dildo as he looked at it fondly. “This one looks a little like yours, doesn’t it?”

It really did. It was black, like the pegasus’ own, but far girthier. A brief sense of self-conscious shame overcame him at the thought of being outdone by a rod of silicone, interspersed nicely with the taboo excitement of what else might be inside.

Cairbre caught the look in his face, and his smirk widened. “You know what? I think I have something perfect for you.” The zebragriff dug into the bag, lifting out one of the dildos. “Think fast!” He tossed it over for Naarkerotics to catch, who only barely caught it with his forehooves as he sat up on his haunches.

He felt the blood rushing down below and along each wing at what he saw. Another dildo, identical in size and shape to the one in Cairbre’s talons, only this one was colored a deep meaty red the same shade as the knotted, exotic shaft that stood at full attention between the zebracorn’s legs.

The sound of an unclasping bottle drew Naarkerotics’ attention back to Cairbre. In his hands he held up one of the many lube bottles from the bag, taking his time to slather it all over the silicone until it shone.

“Here,” Cairbre said. The zebragriff slid over a second bottle on the ground in Naarkerotics’ direction, letting it roll until it bumped against his fetlock. The pegasus recoiled as if stung, though he looked down avidly at the bottle only to look back up at the zebragriff.

“C’mon,” Cairbre said, his voice sinking down into a conspiratorial, daring tone, just barely above a whisper. “It’s just us two. You can take a little thing like that, right?”

A game. The zebragriff was turning it into a contest. He could take it, couldn’t he? He wasn’t afraid of any of this, was he? An enhanced cybernetic pegasus like him could do more than just gawk. He should do more than just gawk. He was more than he looked. He was supposed to prove it.

But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t afraid. Naarkerotics looked at the massive red cock in his hooves with trepidation. He gave it an experimental squeeze in his hooves and found it just the right firmness for his liking. Running his fetlock around the edge and taking in the circumference of the thing sent pulses through his frame and a chill through his perfluorocarbon-laced blood.

For someone so new at playing the dom, this zebragriff was sure doing a good job at it.

Cairbre’s snicker disturbed his thoughts. “Here,” he said. “I’ll even go first.”

Without another word, the zebragriff set his own dildo down upon the ground and lifted his hips upwards. Naarkerotics could only watch at the show unfolding before him, as Cairbre promptly made good on his word, eyes locked as he proceeded to set to work.

-

The eye contact was the icing on top of the cake. Cairbre had the pegasus right where he wanted him, looking him straight in the eye as he proceeded to sink down upon the dildo.

The silicone was cold at first. Pressed right against his tailhole, he had to fight not to flinch, the slickness of the lube smearing all over as he strained against it. Only by relaxing did he feel himself begin to open up, slowly stretching out around it wider and wider until it was just enough to fit the crown.

Cairbre glanced downwards, biting his lip, keenly aware of the rapt audience before him. He tested the waters a little, sinking down a little further, trying his best not to simply gasp out as he felt it plunge deeper and deeper inside. The cold of the dildo quickly warmed up as it entered him, giving the impression of living flesh penetrating him deep. He clenched around it to savor the texture of artificial veins upon the smoothness, exhaling in the softest of groans as he sank further and further down, right up until the medial ring.

He strained around it. He could feel his own heartbeat picking up the pace, thumping in his heart as he circled his hips around it. And then, with a shudder, Cairbre pushed down just a little harder until he felt it slip inside with a pop.

Cairbre let out a long groan in spite of himself. The pain was real here. He felt full to bursting, and yet he persisted. He kept going and going, a hoof to his belly to feel the bulge that formed there, the stiffness of the dildo tangible underneath his own hide until at long last, he bottomed out upon the floor.

He grinned victoriously, even as his eyes began to water and stream from the effort, giving his hips a little forwards thrust to let his cock slap hard against his bulged-out belly. The pegasus flinched at the sound of it, though he looked down with obvious hunger at Cairbre’s knotted shaft. The zebragriff reached down to grab hold of himself, keeping his eyes on the pegasus as he gave himself a long, slow, upwards stroke.

“Now it’s your turn,” he said to Naarkerotics, a little breathlessly.

The pegasus snapped his eyes back up, the whites of his eyes showing starkly around his shrunken irises. His ears pinned back briefly as he stuttered briefly, before looking back down to his own dildo still in his hooves. He was hesitating, alright, but he was practically spilling pre all over himself, hard as rock and throbbing nicely. Naark wanted it bad, he just needed some more encouragement.

Cairbre held out his hand, curling his talon up and down to beckon the pegasus. “Give that here,” he said, fighting hard to keep his voice level. “I’ll lube it up for you myself.” The zebragriff met the shock in the pegasus’ face with an assuring grin that only widened when Naarkerotics relented, slowly handing over the dildo as his talons closed around it.

The truth was he was playing this whole thing by ear. It was a new game for him, playing in such a dominant role, but he was loving it. There was something invitingly primal about it, an embrace of a natural order where he stood at the top. And as he opened up the lube and took his time running his fingers along it, bringing it to a wet slick shine as the pegasus watched, he couldn’t help but take a devilish delight in asserting himself.

Cairbre offered the lubed dildo back to Naarkerotics, and he accepted it after a moment’s hesitation. There was still anxiety in his eyes as he looked up to the zebragriff, as if searching for some kind of approval. A smirk and a small nod was all the encouragement he needed.

He watched intently as the pegasus set down the dildo upon the ground just as he had done himself. Naarkerotics exuded a nervous energy that only intensified as he hovered above it, tail raised out of the way to bare his tailhole for what was coming.

It was a tight little ring, puckered and pert. Cairbre saw him reach down with his hooves to spread it a little as he sank down, muzzle screwed up with exertion as he pushed hard against it. He gritted his teeth as he pushed down hard against it, finally letting out his pent-up energy with a shout as he impaled himself upon the phallus right down to the medial ring. The way his wings tucked in, with beads of sweat rolling down his brow, Cairbre figured he hadn’t meant to go down that far. Still, he hummed in frank admiration. Naark was taking it like a champ, whether he had intended to or not.

And he kept going. Past the medial ring with a harsh grunt and a pop, down to the hilt, just as Cairbre was himself. He let out an appreciative whistle as Naarkerotics let out a long mewl, drawing in a deep hissing breath before biting his lip to keep himself from calling out again.

“Ready for the next bit?” he called over to the pegasus.

Naarkerotics nodded, his muzzle scrunched up with effort.

Cairbre lifted his hips up, right up to the medial ring of the dildo, sinking back down with a harsh grunt. He clenched down around the warm silicone, watching a little spurt of his own pre splatter against his belly in time with the satisfying squelching noise that came from below.

“Why don’t we turn it into a game?” he asked. “First one to cum bottoms?”

Naark’s eyes flung open at the sound. He said nothing, but with how his ears perked forward at that, Cairbre could see his interest.

“Gotta stretch before the workout, don’t we?” Cairbre glanced down, proudly running his talons along the bulge in his belly. “Come on. Live a little.”

The pegasus’ face flashed between disbelief and bewilderment, before finally settling on a smarmy, cheeky grin. “Sure,” he said. “Let’s go.”

Cairbre simply grinned, lifting his hips up for the next go. He was keen on seeing where this was going.

-

The zebragriff was so damn disarming.

It shouldn’t have been such a turn-on. He was being too showy, too out there, too cheesy in all the wrong ways. Real dominance didn’t come from dares and games. And yet Cairbre was just so endearing in some indescribable way. Friendly, he supposed. Familiar. Just a pair of younger bucks having a little fun.

Fun with dildos thicker than most ponies’ hooves. Naarkerotics knew. He could feel it.

Feel it stretching him out wide, seemingly to the breaking point, all the way inside where he could feel it pressing against something. The slightest slip later, he felt it brushing against a spot that made him scream.

He caught himself with a hoof to muffle his own noises far too late. Cairbre’s smirk grew wider as he too flexed around his own dildo, letting out a deep groan as another spurt of pre burst upon his front.

The intensity of it made his thighs quiver. Waves of shivering pleasure rippled through every muscle in his body from the bottom upwards, as if invisible hands were reaching under his skin to massage them. Naarkerotics shuddered and whimpered, unable to hold himself back, as he lifted himself up and began to ride.

He didn’t go quite so far as the hippogriff, scarcely making a quarter of the way up the length of the silicon horsecock. What he lacked in distance, he made up for with sheer determination, flexing hard around the dildo every time he bottomed out.

The heat was boiling him up from within. He could feel himself sweating bullets that ran down his back and down his brow, catching the faint taste of its saltiness where it seeped past his lips. The rigid thickness buried inside him was unyielding, and however hard he tried to contract it gave by only the smallest margins, forcing him to gape and open up just to fit it inside.

But the desire to compete, to impress, that was real. Naarkerotics knew none of his augmentations were going to help with any of this. But there was a need to show Cairbre what he could do, push himself as far as he could short of breaking, if only for the gratification of winning.

But Naarkerotics was losing fast, and he knew it.

He could tell when the uncontrollable quivering began deep inside his lower belly. His own breath quickened to a frantic panting as he struggled hard to simply keep it down, hoping that sheer willpower might be able to hold back what was coming.

And yet the quivering just kept rising into pulses that built up a pressure within him that had nothing to do with the bulge in his belly. Every bit of his skin suddenly felt sensitive to the lightest brush. His vision blurred at the edges, the sounds within the gym feeling hollow and muted. Only the sound of his own breath and thumping heart came through, deafening and hypnotizing in the absence of anything else.

A tension made itself known that felt like a full bladder. Fear briefly rushed into the pegasus’ head at the thought that he might lose control, but he held back, feeling it rushing to the very tip of his cock as if it could come out at any moment.

And then all at once, it was over.

Naarkerotics came.

It was a long, protracted rush of pleasure that shot through and out of him in a torrent. He could feel the rush of fresh seed emerging from within to spray out all over himself and onto the floor as he let out yelps an octave higher than he had ever made in living memory. He convulsed and clenched uncontrollably around the dildo still buried firmly inside him, grabbing hold around it like a death grip as if it were the only thing keeping him from simply flying off into the ceiling. Anything resembling conscious thought was simply pushed aside by the blank bliss that filled his head and set his vision pulsing white, only slowly fading back into existence as he saw stars and looked around in a daze at the mess he’d made.

It was enough mess for three or four stallions. A dull sense of surprise rose upwards from the hazy, post-orgasmic fog that clouded his thoughts. Naarkerotics never imagined he was capable of so much. This was so different, in a way that stroking himself with his own hooves could never hope to match.

Only when he saw Cairbre’s smiling face did it register that he had well and truly lost.

“Looks like I’ve won,” the zebragriff said, still rigid as he slowly rose away from his own dildo. Naarkerotics stared blankly at the deluge of lubricant that dribbled down from the zebragriff’s gaping tailhole, as he turned around just briefly enough to see just how wide he’d gone. Cairbre practically shone with artificial wetness, the ridged pinkness lining the inside of his tailhole nicely visible before he turned briskly around with a glint in his eye.

“Deal’s a deal,” Cairbre growled. “Turn around and put that tail up.”

In spite of himself, Naarkerotics couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit. It was cute to see the scrawny zebragriff trying to act so tough. And yet the coolness and self-assurance carried across nicely. He couldn’t help but want to play along, and so he did.

The pegasus struggled a little bit to rise to his hooves, his legs feeling like overcooked spaghetti. He pushed past the weakness to turn around, bending his forelegs down as he raised his rump to the air, lifting up his tail in a submissive display.

He felt the cold air rushing past his widened tailhole and the lubricant seeping free, down to his sack and along each leg as it began to collect in a puddle beneath his hooves. There was no warning before he felt the zebragriff mount him from behind, his talons digging into his shoulders and his hot breath tickling at his ear. He felt his tip teasing at him behind, sandwiched in the valley between his cheeks to give him a little taste of what was coming.

The warmth of it made Naarkerotics jump. Cairbre bent down to gently rub at his belly and coo reassuringly in his ear.

“Just relax,” the zebragriff said. “You’re gonna love it.”

-

Here the pegasus was, exactly the way Cairbre wanted him. Prone, beneath him, ass up in the air like a mare ready to be bred.

As Cairbre reached down to line his tip with Naarkerotics’ tailhole, he could feel how wide the dildo had stretched him out. It was no longer a pucker, but a proper hole, like a little slick ring that flared out just wide enough to hug onto his tapered end like a pair of soft lips. The zebragriff let out a long growl of delight, wasting no time to simply take the plunge and take the pegasus for himself.

The lube did its work nicely. His tapered shape let him spear himself deep into the squirming pegasus as he cried out beneath him. Tight, smooth flesh split apart at the rough penetration to envelope him in a quivering, clenching sheath that flexed around him with a wet sucking noise. The pegasus was warm inside, textured just right for Cairbre. He pushed deep, right up until his knot met Naark’s rear where he stayed for now.

Naarkerotics was straining and struggling. A high, girlish lilt was seeping into his voice as he called out incoherently, wings beating at either side as his hips squirmed and circled around. Cairbre’s own wings spread out to stabilize them both, and to propel himself back before he slammed back upwards to the base of his knot.

He pulled back and pushed forward again. Cairbre didn’t let his cock out in the cold any longer than it took to push back and slam forwards into the pegasus. Back and forth, again and again, using his wings to exert as much strength as he could upon his prey below, make him truly his until he absolutely broke.

No delicacy here. None of the carefully timed gentleness that he was used to in the glass shop. This was the part where Cairbre simply let loose.

The zebragriff held nothing back. He didn’t bother with trying to be gentle or delicate about it. It was all about need and sheer lust now, simply pleasuring himself with the pegasus’ ass. The noises were messy and wet, with harsh squelches between sharp slaps as his groin met the pegasus’ over and over again, nearly lifting his hindhooves into the air as he kept pushing.

With every thrust he was battering down more and more resistance, loosening up Naarkerotics and readying him for the real treat. He pushed harder and harder, until at long last he felt himself lock inside with a soft pop.

Naarkerotic howled into the ceiling, beating a forehoof on the ground as he snorted and whimpered, his wings shaking as if he were gliding in a gale. Cairbre bent his head down to grasp the pegasus’ mane in his teeth, giving it a sharp upwards yank as he simply kept thrusting away within the limited range his own knot would allow.

It wouldn’t be much longer now. Just a little more, to make the cloudhugger know just how much he was capable of.

-

Stop, Naarkerotics had wanted to cry out. It wasn’t going to fit. There was no way it was going to fit.

It did fit.

Cairbre’s cock was no more forgiving than the dildo had been, and that knot pressed right up against his hip bone stretching him wide to the point where he was certain he would shatter. But this was different. A dildo wasn’t alive, not the way this was. The hippogriff’s cock pulsed with life and virility, pumping away at him even with the knot tying them together. His very organs seemed to shift aside to make room for the monster taking him from behind.

His own cock was hard as diamond. With Cairbre pounding and plundering behind to spear him in the same spots that the dildo had, he felt like his own appendage could burst for the pleasure. Naarkerotics felt the zebragriff’s talons reach down to curl around his cock, feeling it jump within his fingers as he stroked in time with his thrusting.

Cairbre was whispering something into his ear. Naarkerotics couldn’t make it out. His heart was pounding in his head, his mind was going blank, and then…

Once again, he came. Again, he spilled out fresh seed in torrents upon the ground in plentiful gushes that he didn’t imagine his balls could hold. Again, he was overcome with a pleasure that turned his legs to jelly and forced loud noises from his lungs in a voice that sounded more like a mare’s than his own.

And it just kept going. Even as he heard Cairbre growling in delight above him, pressed hard against him. Only when it finally began to ebb did he feel the zebragriff kick and spasm inside him, finally releasing his own seed inside.

It was warm, thick like tar, clinging to him inside in a thick layer that practically bathed his insides in their heat. The hippogriff’s claws tightened around his cock, his other hand reaching back to dig into his ass and dig the talons into his skin, their sharpness leaving gouges that bled freely. The air was thick with the heady scents of their musk and sweat, laced with blood and seed and countless other things that made Naarkerotics’ head spin as he came back down.

-

The moment of Cairbre’s climax hit like a brick wall. He bred like a beast, grunting hard the whole while as he released his seed deep inside. The pressure of it shot forth like cannon fire into the bowels of the orange pegasus.

He filled the pegasus up as much as he could go, the point where the bulge in Naarkerotics’ belly seemed to swell for the flood rushing inside. And yet not even the knot could hold it all in. What leaked came out in a thick, trailing mess upon the ground in a shining mess of seed and lubricant.

Cairbre took a long moment to catch his breath and wait for his energy to return. There was no moving away from the pegasus, not with his knot still so swollen. They were together for a little longer with no say in the matter.

He thought he might as well make it a little sweeter.

With a soft chuckle, he brueid his muzzle into the pegasus’ mane. With his talons, he reached down to gently scratch at the space under Naarkerotics ear and along his neck, with a few gentle rubs along each shoulder.

“You liked it too, huh?”

Naarkerotics nodded weakly beneath him.

“Hell of a workout, wasn’t it?”

Naark made a tired grin. “I’d sure say so.” His voice was just barely above a whisper.

“Feeling a bit more limber now?” Cairbre asked. He ran his talons along each wing now, feeling the pegasus shudder sensitively at their touch. “Yeah, I bet you do. It definitely beats a treadmill or some weights.”

“Mhm.” The pegasus’ voice was breathless. Not exactly a mystery as to why.

“You alright with being stuck together like this?”

The pegasus merely let out a giggle.