Hiji Commission

>You roll your head from side to side, your neck joints popping with every flex
>Four legs only go so far as you stand idly at the cashier of Pone-Mart waiting for the last customers to make their rounds before you close up.
>Today has been especially hectic and tiresome really
>But not because of any additional work on anypony’s end
>Its actually because of a far more… Annoying problem

>Yes, yes, the old estrus conundrum
>While any other stallion not shackled to a job could simply mount a mare in heat
>You’re stuck here getting a good wiff of every drop of eau du naughtie slicking up the floor
>Half a day you’ve been standing around at full mast, aching for some sort of stimulation

>And it certainly doesn’t help that half of the mares today were here to pick up cucumbers, carrots, and daikon radishes
>You shudder at the thought of a mare handling one of those thick as sin root vegetables
>Not only because of the sheer girth
>But because of how utterly HOT it would be if she just said those simple words
>”Hey there big boy,-“
>>”How much do I owe you?”

>Your apron does little to quiet the errant slap of your girth beneath you
>Thankfully, the surprise of a sultry fantasy being shattered instantly lets you owe that odd fleshy slap to a harmless bump against the register
>You dab your brow with your fetlocks and reassess the situation
“I… Uh… What?”
>Before you stands a female griffon, grey feathers tied back into a short but perky pony tail
>And instead of the standard avian scowl they all seem to usually have, she has a beaming smile that warms the heart
>Better still, she isn’t sticking up the floor with bodily juices, unlike most of the mares that have been through here

>The griffon simply blinks once and points to the assortment of papers and strings she’s trying to purchase
>>”How much for all of this?”
“Oh, OH! Uhh… Hold on, I just need to-“

>In your clumsy panic, you manage to knock several papers down onto the ground, sending them sliding haphazardly across the floor
>Holy moley, you despise when paper does that
>Designed with great care by the pony devil, intent on making dropped papers the most sublime of annoyances.

“Shoot! Sorry, ma’am!” you quickly shout as you dive towards the scattered papers in an effort to save them from their sticky, sultry fate
>Unfortunately, it seems your customer was intent on reacting similarly to you, also leaping towards the scattered papers on the market floor
>The two of you pass harmlessly over one another, your chest brushing against the back of her wings, and-

“WOAH!”
>It appears you forgot about one key aspect of your anatomy.
>A dripping, rock hard one, you might add
>It seems that while your barrel passed perfectly over the griffon, your cock couldn’t help but hook onto her wing greedily, dragging the glans over the perfectly soft and downy feathers of a griffin
>Sweet Celestia, it’s softer than a Pegasus for sure
>The sensation causes you to almost groan longingly, but you manage to grit your teeth and stifle it into a piddly grunt.

>Sadly, because of your massive hook now embedded in the crook of her wing, your momentum is shot and you collapse onto the griffin’s back, your dick enveloped in a soft and warm nest of feathers.
>The new sensation passing over your head causes an involuntary spasm in your balls, and a trail of precum works its way out, mucking up her feathers
>If only you could just turn it off like a tap

>”Ow! Oh no! Are you okay?”
“Euuuhhhh… I-I’m f-fine! Are you okay?”
>”Oh geeze! I feel something warm and sticky! Is that blood?”

>A flush shoots straight to your face, threatening to rob your dick of precious blood
>With utmost grace you calmly explain to her
“NO, NO, IT’S FINE! I’LL CLEAN IT UP, JUST DON’T LOOK.”

>Nice.

>Instead of heeding your carefully selected words however, she cranes her head back to her side and comes face to face with your thick member, still aching for release
>Here comes the part where they scream and slam you with a sexual assault suit, you think to yourself
>As you mentally prepare to be railed relentlessly by Bubba in prison for your sexual deviancy, a curious thing happens

>Instead of the screaming, crying, protesting, and arresting
>You hear only a simple, and inquisitive
>”Woah. Has that been there this whole time?”

>Without really thinking, you blurt out
“Lady, it’s been there all day, you have NO idea.”

>”That must be awful! How can I help?”
>What?
>Wait.
>WHAT?!

“Help? Y- I- Huh?”

>She gets up from under you with little effort, causing you to roll onto your back
>Exposing your throbbing shame
>”My name is Gabby! The CMC told me that my destiny was to help ponies, and I intend to live that to its fullest! How can I help?”

“H-Help?”
>Your mind wanders to oh, so many satisfying places
>She could use those talons of hers to apply some greatly needed ministrations
>She could quench that burning desire of yours with her skillful tongue
>Or she could submit to your primal urges and let herself be ravaged entirely
>You wipe a bit of drool from your mouth and reply simply
“I-I’m good… Really…”

>WHAT?!
>YOU IDIOT
>LITERALLY
>ONCE IN A LIFETIME
>NO

>She takes this opportunity to scoff at your pathetic self anHELLO-

>You feel a set of warm digits wrap around the base of your shaft, massaging it lightly
>”I don’t think this is what somepony who is ‘good’ looks like…”

>…Is this rape?
>This is KINDA rape, isn’t it?
>Her thumb trails up the bottom of your shaft to the medial ring, and she begins to rub in a small circle right at the bottom
>”Now… How should I help you…”
“T-The hands are fine! Really!”
>Oh geeze
>Your eyes frantically shoot to the clock on the wall
>Five minutes to shift end
>Please
>PLEASE nopony show up!

>Your eyes refocus on the predator lovingly massaging your meat
>And as her hands begin to move up and down, squeezing your now expanding flare and using her other talon to milk you like a cow
>You feel a pressure begin to build in your balls
>This release has been a long time coming, and you’re going to spend a long time cumming for sure

>But just as you begin to reach your edge, she stops, allowing your dick to bob in the air, free of her talons
>”Wait a second… Can we actually get my shopping done first? I really wanted to get that stuff packed up and ready to go”

>Inside, you’re crying
>Weeping bitter tears
>And outside
>Your dick is weeping too

>You shakily stand, and check the clock again
>Two minutes
>With a somber expression, dead to the world and all the horrors it holds
>You scan each of her items
>Beep
>Beep
>Beep

“That’ll be 43 bits, miss Gabby.”
>Several gold coins skitter across the table, and in the moment you are distracted, you don’t see the grey furball tackle you to the floor behind the register

“Woah, geeze, hey! Easy!”
>”Part of helping ponies means getting serious about it!” she states as she uses her immense griffon strength to position you on your back again
>This time though, her ass grinds against your chest, matting your fur
>This has now exited the realm of ‘could be a bit rapey’ and straight into ‘hot as all hell’

>You part her cheeks, revealing that beautiful pinkish grey pussy, but before you get into it you check the time again
>Like the ball dropping in Manehattan on new years
>You gaze at the clock’s hands click into place
>3…
>2…
>1…

>With your freedom, you dive into a musky and wet prison, where the only tool of escape is vigorous tongue lashes
>Every fold, every crease
>And every drop is lapped up by your tongue
>Hours upon hours
>Days upon days
>Hell, weeks of sexual frustrations spell themselves out as your tongue dances within her folds

>Downstairs, you hear a moan escape from your griffon partner
>”I better step up my helpfulness! I’m being outdone, and that’s not part of my destiny!”
>With that, she then begins to employ her tongue, drawing it up the length of your shaft and wrapping it around your medial ring.
>A few passes up, down, and around, and she takes the length into her mouth

>You have to admit, it’s a little terrifying feeling a razor sharp beak resting right in the space between your balls
>But it the heat of lust, it only eggs your efforts on.
>For every moan that escapes your partner, that’s less of a chance her beak might give you some unneeded holes.

>But alas, as pleasing as it is to be locked in this give and take position, you can fee a primal urge surge up
>It might be the frustration of weeks without a partner
>Or it could be the intoxicating scent of the market floor that you and Gabby are writhing on
>But these scents fill your head with one thought – dominance
>Your hooves find themselves around her hips, and you pull your member out of her mouth
>She has but a moment to ask you “What are you-“
>Before you press her chest into the estrus soaked floor

>So many scents assault your nose
>Tens of mares, all in need of a mate
>And the smell of pine sol in aisle three
>But your resolve is bolstered, and you mount your partner fully, your cock fully hardening and slapping into her pubic mound
>You pull back slightly, and allow your flare to line up with her entrance before pressing into her hips, slowly and deliberately

>Each sensation arrives with staggering force
>The feeling of her lips parting around your dick
>The subtle bumps and grooves that stretch to accommodate such a foreign penis
>And of course, the sublime sound of your balls gently slapping against her clit as you bottom out

>From here, you remain sheathed fully in your partner, and appreciate her contractions and twitches
>You sigh, and wrap your hooves around her hips, relishing the pleasure of such enveloping warmth

>And then you begin to pull out, feeling those same bumps and grooves massage your shaft’s ring and veins
>From here, your pace begins to build
>While it was engrossing to enjoy the slow and methodical push and pull of intercourse
>It can only go for so long before you begin to thirst for more

>Soon, the quiet breaths of a griffon and pony mating begin to erupt into more vulgar and raunchy pants and moans, echoing through the now recently closed store
>Your pace quickens further, and your balls begin to slap against her soaked crotch, playing a symphony of pleasure
>And all this, Gabby holds her head up high
>”I’m… I’m going to-“
>Her moans grow higher pitched, and her paws flex
>As for you, you feel a familiar pressure builing up again
>Only this time, there will be no stopping for any party involved.
>You don’t know why, but you bear down on the griffon below you, pressing her into the ground and grinding her into the sticky floor with every erratic thrust

>As you reach your peak,
>Gabby cries out in pleasure
>”A-Always glad to h-help!~”

>Her pussy grips your cock, as if to milk it, and this sensation sends you over the edge
>You succumb to your hormonal desires, and you press into her hips fully, going as deep as you can
>You feel your head flare as you pump string after string of sticky, pent up, wage slave cum into her depths
>You continue to thrust, riding out the pleasure as best you can
>Even though your dick is aching, you continue your motions, pistoning into her and falling victim to your own natural instincts to eke out every solitary drop of cum from your body
>With every thrust, a glob of thick spunk spills onto the floor, adding to the day’s sticky residue, and Gabby can only shudder at the sensation

>The two of you lie on the floor, your bodies covered in filth from previous patrons, and your crotches covered with filth from each other.
>You remain lodged in her as long as possible, but after a while, Gabby stretches and gets up, causing your softening dick to pop out of her
>The last bits of cum drip unceremoniously out of her gaping pussy, and she stretches her back legs out
>”Do you feel better now?” she asks, still a little rattled from your relentless pounding

>You weakly roll over and look at your cum soaked apron and workstation
>No quips
>No snark
>Just a simple
“Y-Yeah. Thanks.”

>”No problem!” she grins, giving you a thumbs up
>”I’ll be leaving now, mister! Have a great day!”
>She marches out of the store humming a tune, with your cum still dripping from her nethers
>You weakly wave goodbye and get to work cleaning… everything.

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