Fruits of a Stallion

Story by PeckishBeak on SoFurry

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This one is for my best friend and the guy responsible for getting me to upload these stories, LostDragon01. I haven't had a chance to show it to him beforehand, as we have a MAJOR time zone difference, but I'm hoping he likes this as much as I liked writing it.

Just in case you missed the tags, this story contains Castration. If you're not into that, you should run the other way.


"You want to suck on them? Like tits?"

I nodded. The black and white gypsy vanner stallion looked at my hooked raptor beak again, and I could tell that even as much as I knew he was in to having his partners play with his balls, he was still on the fence about a gryphon doing it. Probably the only reason he wasn't backing away and making excuses about a dentist's appointment was how pent up he seemed when I first ran into him at a tavern about an hour ago before we left and started talking. He certainly wasn't the most sexually conservative stallion, since it only took about twenty minutes for him to first comment on his rather large balls.

Well, he did catch me staring, but still.

"I'm not sure about this..."

"Come on, you said you were curious about having someone get those big guys all the way in their throat, and you're not going to find any pony that can do that. That's the advantage of being half bird!"

I winked at him, and I could see I almost had him. I sidled up next to him and rubbed my hip against his until he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He might be trying to exercise good judgement, but judgement had never once defeated me, and it wasn't going to now.

"Alright, you can do it."

That look of nervous trepidation was quickly replaced with his first groan as my talons - claws retracted of course - traced down the sides of his hefty sack and cupped the heavy orbs inside of them. He spread his hind legs to allow me better access and I rewarded that with rolling on my back in the cool grass of the field and scooting myself up under him before poking his foal-makers with my beak. He tensed up a little at the sharp point of my beak jabbing gently against his flesh, so I changed that with a quick lick up the center of that huge sack, loving the feeling of the soft skin stretching against my tongue and watching his balls shift in their protective sack.

Before he could say anything else, I jerked my head up and grabbed his right testile in my beak, rubbing it around the soft meat in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it at the back of my mouth. I reached up with my talons and plucked the thick cords I could just barely see through his sack and he jerked, but this time with a clearly audible moan of enjoyment. Seems like my partner here was a fan of "alternative stimulation".

I could worry about that later though, for now I was focused on carefully lowering that huge ball into my quite capable throat, and then gently using the tip of my beak to nudge his other ball over into my maw to join its friend. I reminded myself to regulate my breathing as I slowly but surely worked that testicle into my beak proper, and then started the infamous head jerks of a bird trying to swallow something tasty.

The stallion above me, meanwhile, had dropped his dick out of his sheath almost before I got the first nut in my gullet, and by this point was rock hard and twitching it so it slapped against his belly. The fur on his underside was starting to get a little sticky as evidence of his enjoyment of my attention.

With one final gulp, I had both his fat balls lodged firmly in my throat, and swallowing around them made him look like he might just blow his load right then. His muscles were tensing all over his legs and I could see him breathing rapidly, but I had something else in mind. I pulled myself off his balls with a wet slurp, coughed a few times and licked my beak, then slid myself further forward and sat up under him. His balls might have been huge, but this was still going to give them a run for their money.

"What-what are you doing? Why do you stop?"

Did I mention his Stalliongrad accent? Because I love it. However, I wasn't looking for conversation right now.

I captured the still un-flared tip of his sizeable member in my beak and started licking the opening on the flat tip with my tongue. Any further words were immediately erased and replaced with the noises I was enjoying earlier. I started working my way past his head and down his length, and now I brought my talons up to massive his low-hangers as I slowly forced his meat down my throat.

He wasn't holding still anymore. His hips bucked forward at my head, and I did nothing to stop him, simply letting him accelerate my pace. I could feel the veins pulsing in my throat, could feel the twitches as he jerked from the sensation. He wasn't the only one who was rock hard anymore, and I could feel a coolness drifting down from my tip from the pre leaking out as I forced that gorgeous cock into my beak, my heart racing with the thrill as I sought the base of his sheath.

When I finally reached my goal and had his entire length firmly secure in my throat, I started rocking back and forth on his thick penis while my talons massaged those barely perceptible swells of the base of his testicle cords, squishing that part most didn't even notice before tracing the cords up to his body and back down again, working them slowly in tandem to my throat around his stallionhood.

The husky grunts from earlier were getting mixed with a faint tone of whimpering now, and I could tell he was in no way used to this much stimulation. With someone who was less of an expert, overstimulation might have kicked in, but I knew just where to angle his length in my gullet and just where to press on his precious foal-makers to get just the sensations I wanted. I could tell he wasn't going to last much longer, and I was soon going to have a thick liquid gift in my stomach. I swear that right in that moment I wasn't entirely sure if I wasn't going to climax with him. I've always loved giving oral, but the sheer challenge of this and the thrill of conquering it was pushing my buttons almost the way I was pushing his.

Unfortunately, I never got to find out. With a loud, guttural groan and a single massive convulsion, he started to unload straight into my stomach, the groan changing to higher pitched moans as I worked him just right to make it last. My dick was aching just from the feeling of being used like this, but I kept my talons working, massaging his orbs even as they drew up on their cords to snuggle next to his body and add their contents to the liquid gift I was receiving.

After what seemed like almost a full minute, he finally fell limp across me, his upper body landing in the grass behind me while his lower half was supported across my shoulder. I bent my flexible neck back and twisted my head to free his softening penis from my throat, watching it drip saliva and jizz and slowly retreat back into its home. However, my rewards had loosened up and were now dangling comfortably low in the safety of their sack.

With a quick hand gesture, my claws extended to their full length, glinting wickedly in the light of the now rising moon as I made the second gesture that would secure me my prize. Purple and black magic rose from my bracelet to drift up in wisps around his taut scrotum before sinking into the flesh, rendering it immune to pain and dulling any other sensation to what would easily be ignored by someone as worn out as my partner seemed to be.

The tip of my claw reflecting the light of avarice in my eyes, I put it to the tender flesh between his testicles and pressed it in, sliding it back toward me slowly with an almost inaudible tearing sound. No blood appeared - courtesy of my stolen magic - as I opened a slit wide enough for what I had been hungering for since I met him earlier that night. I gently reached up his sack so my hand was right above his helpless balls, and then I squeezed and pulled down.

Slowly, two glimpses of pink flesh inside that slit grew and spread it wider until the stallion's now naked testes squirted out of his now limp and empty sack to dangle wet and glistening in the steadily brightening moonlight. My stomach growled at the sight of them dangling from those thick cords, my extremely keen eyes seeing the veins still pulsing on and just beneath their surface, the whitish roots of the cords looking soft and delectable just a single motion away from being mine.

I reached up with my other talon to cup underneath those delicious naked balls before wrapping my other talon tightly around the neck of those vulnerable cords and pulling down. I gradually increased the force until those plump cords came loose from their base up inside that empty and shrivelling sack and slurped out through the hole in the bottom. My heart jumped as those wet, fat, and oh-so-warm treats landed on my outstretched palm, and my cock jerked in sympathy. The stallion draped over my shoulder merely grunted in his half-asleep stupor before rolling his head back and forth in the grass and going silent again, still lost in his afterglow.

My talon shaking a little in anticipation, I brought the first of my luscious prizes up over my beak and slowly lowered it in, swirling my tongue around as it sunk toward my gullet, lapping up the delicious flavor as I swallowed it and slurped the cord noisily into my beak before swallowing the rest. The second one went down just as smooth as the first, and I let out a sigh at the feeling of their weight in my stomach, floating in a bath of their own contents just recently expended inside me.

With a practiced motion I lowered my partner off of my shoulder and softly onto the grass, leaving him to sleep off his orgasmic high as I crept slowly away through the grass that was just starting to moisten with the night's dew. I spared one glance back at his powerful, masculine body, my gaze lingering for a moment on the two parts that were now missing, courtesy of me. With a half-smile on my beak, I leapt into the air and swept up into the night sky without a trace.

Hunting for Worms

Living life as a gryphon, you have to get used to certain realities. One of the harshest of these is the near complete lack of meat in your diet thanks to all the equines who rule this territory and only eat vegetation. As much as Equestrian society...

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