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Fan art for a fic I wrote. Thanks, Hesh.
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>”Y-yes Coach!” the sphinx grunts out.
>Wiping his brow, Pogo picks up the pace, leaving Alex in the dust.
>She struggles to even stay close as he rounds the village paths.
>Eventually losing her completely, he comes to a stop in front of their cottage.
>Heart pounding, he takes a breather as the athletic girl finally rounds the corner.
>”Hey! Finally caught up, huh?” he says with a smirk.
>”Of… of course, Coach.” she blushes.
>Waving her over, he stands behind her, rubbing her shoulders.
>”You know such a poor performance has to be punished, right?” he says with a whisper as he kisses her neck.
>”Yes sir, Coach.” she gasps.
>Glancing around, he ensures they’re obscured by the morning fog before sliding his fingers into the band of her sweat pants, dropping them to her knees.
>His digits snake under the griffins tail, gripping the rubber stopper.
>Alex gasps as the plug shifts in her bowels.
>”Are you sure you’re woman enough to handle this one, or should I go in to get a smaller one?”
>”This little thing’s no problem, Coach.”
>Smiling, he drags his free hand up the soaked fur of her legs and under her hoodie, smearing her need across her tone abs.
>Trailing up, he yanks off the hoodie, leaving her wearing only a lose wifebeater that leave little to the imagination.
>”Pants up.” he orders, bringing the juice soaked hand to her lips, which she gives an obedient lick. “Now give me another lap.”
>”Yes Coach.” she begins, tugging up her pants, but finding herself stopped before she can run.
>”This is fine, right? I’m not going overboard?”
>”You’re doing fine.” she tells him with a small kiss, “Now, I’ve got a few miles to run, Coach.”
>Fifteen minutes later, the red faced sphinx returns, sweat staining her clothes.
>”I…I’m done.” she pants out, doubled over and dripping sweat. “What now, Coach?”
>”Inside.” he orders, doing his best to play to his role. “We’ll continue there.”
>”Sir!” she pants as she jogs inside.
>Heading into the rec room, he considers his options for a moment.
>”Alright… To the center of the room and dress down.”
>”Yes Coach!” she quickly replies.
>Approaching, he gives her a quick rub of the shoulders before slipping a blindfold on her.
>”Alrighty girly. I’m gonna run you through some drills, and I don’t wanna hear any complaints.”
>”Yes sir, Coach!” she quickly responds back.
>For the better part of an hour, he puts her through a grueling work out routine while he sits back and savors her body.
>From her chiseled abs to the thick cords of muscle in her arms and legs, he admires the submissive amazonian put to work before him as he freely gropes and molests her.
>Pulling a bottle of lube from his pocket, he frees his unsheathed rod from their fabric prison and coats it liberally.
>”L-last exercise for the day.” he stutters “We’re gonna do some wheelbarrow push-ups, get in position.”
>”On it, sir!” she shouts as she rolls into position.
>Gripping her ankles, he lifts the statuesque griffin who begins to push, thrusting her well toned body into the air.
>With every few pushes, he works his way closer to her, his stallionhood bobbing in anticipation as he nears his prize.
>Alex freezes as his rod contacts her soft nethers.
>”In my… But I’d be a lot more comfortable with the other hole.”
>”Yeah, well, I was thinking you could do with some stretches. Unless you don’t think you’re up to it.” he says genuinely, offering her an out.
>”No I, it’s fine. I just, please don’t spring this on me in the future, Coach.”
>”Yeah, sorry.” he almost whispers.
>Taking a deep breath in preparation for the inevitable, she lowers herself once more.
>On cue, Pogo pushes forward, forcing himself into his griffin lover.
>Alex groans in a mix of pleasure infused pain as the shaft makes its entrance.
>Slowly but surely, inch by inch her narrow passage is agonizingly spread by her husband’s equine girth.
>The griffin’s brief stamina fails her as her first orgasm clouds her mind, causing her arms to give out.
>Anticipating this, Pogo grips her perfectly toned rear, holding his muscled lady in place as he bottoms out, his endowed length barely half buried in her vice like cunt.
>Carefully, he lowers their joined bodies to a kneel for safety and control before continuing.
>With slow, deliberate strokes, he begins thrusting properly.
>Alex’ talons dig into the hardwood, leaving harsh scratches as he works, her tiny feline sex barely able to contain his proud, mottled shaft.
>The griffin’s feline side comes out with loud, ear splitting yowls as her lover snuggly fills her every crevice.
>Every thrust is a struggle, her powerful core muscles resisting his every entry, and more so his every exit.
>All the while, random and rapid quivers of orgasm and the wet fire of her snugness saps his strength.
>Feeling his own end on the horizon, he leans in, gripping the base of her downy wings.
>Alex shivers at the sensation, drawing on the strength to look up as his thumbs work the sensitive pits where her wings meet her body.
>”I’m so close, Alex!” he gasps out, “You’re so beautiful! I love you so much!”
>She tries to respond in kind best she can, but the words come out a garbled mess.
>Moments later, she feels a swelling sensation as the head of Pogo’s length begins to mushroom out in preparation of orgasm.
>Without even thinking, the horny cat throws her legs back around him in a surprising burst of energy, locking her ankles and digging the tips of her claws into his sides.
>The two join in groans of pleasure atop pain and frustration.
>She as the spongy flare stretches her even more excruciatingly close to her breaking point.
>And he as his now partially bent shaft restricts his orgasm.
>He pumps rope after hot, sticky rope of spunk into her womb, and yet it never seems enough, seed seeming to collect in his heavy balls faster than than it can be pumped through his constricted cock.
>After a seeming eternity, he finally comes down, the realization of having finished inside slowly dawning on him.
>As Alex regains her own bearings, she reaches up, feeling the area above her groin, her womb physically swollen Pogo’s seed, trapped inside by his flare.
>Slowly, she untangles her legs from him, careful not to dig her claws in further.
>Pogo quickly adjusts himself, shuddering as his now unhindered length releases a couple more spurts of thick seed before finally winding down.
>For several minutes, they sit in silence, save the sounds of their breathing as the pony satyr’s cum churns in his lover’s core.
>With a dual wince, Pogo pulls his deflating head free from Alex’ depths, unplugging her cum belly and allowing his semen to splatter freely on the ground as his cock retracts into its sheath.
>”G…good workout, Coach.” she gasps, offering her arm for him to help her up.
>A clean up and a hot shower later, the two are sitting lounging in their pool, the cool water sucking the built up heat of the morning from their aching bodies.
>”So what are we gonna name it!” the pink haired man asks, already back in his normal, goofy demeanor.
>”Pfft. A bit early to be saying stuff like that.” she says dismissively, “Besides, it’s probably a safe day. Now get back to the massaging.”
>”Yes, dear.” he smiles.