Story from PirateEagle's FA post

It always seemed so funny to you that in an age where the skies are filled with planes and the stars are charted by spacecraft, the best way to transport cargo across short distances is still, seemingly, the humble hippogryph. While waiting for your own stock to be unloaded from your own vessel, you try and explore this small logistics area in the middle of nowhere. It’s here where you realise why these outdated beasts are still used: While you struggle to find your footing on the muddy snow-covered pathways, the lumbering beasts move with a surprising grace and ease, even while dragging along tons of cargo on makeshift sleds…you’d be amazed if you weren’t so overwhelmed by the feeling of their hooves thudding with each step, and the sheer size of them towering over you is slightly intimidating.

Looking for a little shelter from the cold and show, you turn into a nearby barn, the loud buzzing of the market outside drowning out as you venture further into the dark and muggy barn. You carefully ask if the barn is occupied, stating that you only want a few minutes of peace from the noise and the chill…but you cough as the intense equine musk of hippogryph fur is undercut by something distinctively…sweet…in the air.

You turn a corner and are met with an incredible sight. In front of you is a hippogryph taking a small break, gently lapping up some water from a trough…seemingly the only occupant in the room aside from you. Her tailfeathers are raised high…giving you a perfect head-level look at the powerful mare’s intimate features, which are only barely hidden behind a pair of impossibly tight purple panties, a visible stain almost dribbling wet at the lower area. The mare looks up from her trough and smiles at you, her gaze seemingly wordlessly flirting with you as you look on, shocked.

The air grows stronger with her musk, far more alluring than it should be. Hippogryphs are work beasts from hooves to hindquarters, you shouldn’t be so entranced by her, but you can’t look away from those stained panties as you see her pussy gently winking at you from under them. The panties are so tight that she may as well have been nude…somehow, the fact she was wearing underwear made her seem almost lewder…somebody put them on her, and more importantly, she didn’t kick her hooves at whoever was doing so. She wanted to wear them. And it seems she loves the feeling, and loves showing off to you as she very gently wiggles her flank at you.

The air is so thick with her heat now that you’re almost drooling. Even though the barn is cold you’re sweating from your body flushing with adrenaline. And then down at the side of her, a sign staked into the ground…reasonable cargo rates give way to special offers for people like you, those who are enticed by this mare’s scent and looks, with the offer even to pay and take those wet estrus-soaked panties home for personal enjoyment.

Even though there’s nobody around but you and this clearly-willing maregryph, you still feel like you should reach for your wallet and buy some time being closer with her scent. The only question you have in your mind is…how long, and how deeply, do you want to experience it?