Reclusiam Rescue
A certain stallion tries to sneak his way into a reclusiam of a convent of Celestial worshippers in the hope of some pent-up-nun pussy, but finds himself in a bind only a very helpful friend can get him out of.
Life just isn't fair. The poor stallion just wanted to try and have some sneaky fun with a Celestial Convent of mares he'd heard spent their lives pent up, and now everything was going wrong. First, he'd gotten thirsty after sneaking in with his borrowed robe, his heavy balls tied up under him to stop them giving him away, which chafed but would be worth it when he got what he came for. When none of the mares were around he drank from a small fountain he'd seen them drinking from.
There must have been something in the water because now his crotch felt funny and he could feel his low-hangers slipping free of the rope. He saw one of the nuns approaching and ducked into a small side-closet, softly closing the door in front of him and finding very little space inside.
As he stared outside hoping he wouldn't be noticed, he suddenly felt hands on his balls. He almost jumped, but held still so he wouldn't be discovered. His heart raced in panic, but it almost felt like the hands were trying to retie the rope. Then the rope came undone, and the hands started to massage his balls, squeezing and tugging on them like cow udders and he shuddered and clamped a hoof over his mouth. One of the nuns must have spotted him and decided to help him instead of reporting him!
LD was blissfully unaware that those "hands" were the front paws of a sneaky gryphon who had come to that convent seeking his favorite snack courtesy of the mares there, but then this VERY well endowed stallion had stumbled into his hiding place and was trapped as the nuns walked by outside. He was more than in the mood for some balls and had a grin on his beak as he squeezed and tugged at them, watching the mystery stallion's sack pull as he clenched his muscles, his butthole twitching in front of his face at the sensation as his equally impressive penis dropped out and began to swell up.
The gryphon knew this fellow male would be discovered and punished if he tried to sneak out in this state, so it was up to him to save him. He quietly slid a wooden mop bucket under that thick cock and began pumping it with one talon while the other cast a spell from his bracelet with a soft purple glow, and then started a slit in the back of that stretched pouch.
The stallion wasn't wondering who his savior was anymore because he was too busy feeling overwhelmed at having his balls played with, his dick stroked, and all the adrenaline of the fear of trying not to get caught. He could feel it all building inside him and leaned his chest on the door to stuff both hooves in his mouth.
With a loud grunt muffled by his hooves, he exploded into the waiting bucket, thick rope after rope of semen splashing into the bucket, the sound covered only by another set of clopping hooves outside the door. As he was overwhelmed by pleasure, he didn't notice that his balls weren't tightening up because they were firmly held by the gryphon, pulled out of his ruined sack when he wasn't paying attention, the glistening pink fruits straining on their cords to try and get away from what was about to happen. With a quick swipe, the gryphon severed the cords, and put them in his beak, the heavy balls dangling far down below his chin.
His talons free, he retied the rope and pulled the bucket back. After he did that, however, he took another look at his unwitting donor. His enormous and quite lovely looking penis was still dangling down mostly erect, swinging in time with its owner's panting breaths and if he tried to leave the closet too soon would give him away instantly. Besides, it looked strange hanging there by itself like that without its companions dangling behind it. The gryphon decided that the stallion would look much cleaner and more even without it, and it would only take a moment.
With another quick muttered incantation, he released his bracelet's magic into that thick, meaty member and then gently pulled down on it just far enough to get all the shaft clear of the sheathe and squeeze his sharp claws through it, severing it neatly at the base. He added the severed penis to the cords already hanging from his now well-stuffed beak, the long meat flopping down on either side and drooling a little leftover spunk. He looked up between the new gelding's legs and nodded in approval at a job well done. He could hear the sound of hooves fading away, so he backed further into the closet behind more robes and some outdoor cloaks in case the stallion tried to turn and look for him.
As soon as LD couldn't see anyone in the hall, he opened the closet and crept out without looking back. His mystery savior and retied the rope perfectly! It didn't even chafe anymore! By now his penis had softened and was shrinking back inside, so he knew he'd be safe to make his escape. He silently thanked his mystery friend for saving him from capture and punishment.