You don't know Griffons

by JimmyRuss

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Thunderlane, Romance, Gilda, Sex
Length: 4109

Sensitive wings aren't just for pegasus'

Commissioned fic for an anon on /mlp/. Thunderlane comes across Gilda angrily preening herself on a cloud before she makes her way back to the Griffon Kingdom, but she can't do it alone and needs his help. Of course, preening is a little bit more than he expected, and he bit off more than he can chew.

Published 2013-09-02 16:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-02 16:30:02 UTC

You don't know Griffons

Beneath him by quite a way was Ponyville, which rested calmly next to the Everfree Forest. Thunderlane lazily stole glances at it from his cloud perch. From as high up as he was, he could see most things beneath him, other clouds occasionally drifting in front of his view, sluggishly blocking him from looking down.

“Hey wingboy!” A loud voice calls out from overhead, nearly lost in the turbulent breeze surrounding him. Thunderlane looked up from the view below to see a white feathered head sticking out of the cloud some twenty meters above him.

“Huh?”

“I said, hey wingboy? You busy?” The feathered head was quite direct.

“Not…really.” Thunderlane tried to block the sun out of his eyes with a hoof to take a better look at whoever was above him.

“Can you give me a hoof up here?” The female voice called down to him.

“What?” He cocks his head, confused.

“I said can you lend me a hoof?” The head disappeared behind the clouds. “Like now, dweeb.”

Dweeb wasn’t a pony insult, that’s for sure. Thunderlane unfolded his wings from his sides and flapped them, easing himself up from his plush cloud. ‘What kind of pony uses dweeb?’ Thunderlane thought to himself as his wings propelled him upwards towards the cloud. ‘The only time I’ve heard someone use dweeb, is when they were a…’

“Griffon.” Thunderlane was only momentarily surprised. Griffons were rare, due to their secretive nature. Griffons only appeared if they had business with ponies, and there didn’t seem to be too many of those in Ponyville, one at the most.

“You surprised flyboy?” The griffon scoffed, sitting back on the clouds, her wings shaking a little back and forth almost uncomfortably.

“A little bit.” He nodded, noticing how her wings never stayed still. “So what do you need my help with, griffon?”

“It’s Gilda, dweeb.” She shakes her head incredulously, but it evolves to an irrepressible full body shake that she tried to control.

“Alright, Gilda, what do you need me for?”

“Buck. I don’t want to tell you now.” Gilda gritted her teeth, angrily turning away from Thunderlane.

“In that case, I guess I’ll go, thanks for all the help.” Thunderlane muttered sardonically under his breath.

“No! Wait!” Gilda shouts too quickly, whipping back towards him, grasping a front leg with her taloned hand. A red blush was incredibly obvious under her white feathers as she forced the words through gritted teeth. “Ok fine, dweeb I’ll tell you.”

Gilda cleared her throat in a nervous manner before speaking.

“I’m here in Ponyville to see a friend, you might know her. Well she and I, we tussle around and buck each other a few times a year when my schedule is free. This year, she and I had a little breaking up…” She paused to exhale a long sigh of regret. “…and if you’ve never been a griffon before flyboy, you might know that we need to moult the feathers on our wings every few times a year.”

“I think I see where this is going.”

“Button it dweeb. With these wings…it feels really good when you prune the loose feathers off. It’s what we used to do to get things started. Well we didn’t get started this time, and we briefly got pretty angry at each other. I kinda stormed out when things didn’t go too well, probably shouldn’t have but it was a heat of the moment thing. Short story even shorter; I haven’t been able to clean off my feathers…can you does it for me?” Gilda grumbled under her breath, annoyed that she had to ‘stoop’ to ask a stallion for this.

“Why can’t you just ask a male griffon?”

“Because I can’t wait any bucking longer and it’s a day’s flight back home. I’ve already spent a few weeks neglecting my wings.”

“Fine, alright I’ll help. How do you want me to do it?”

Gilda grit her teeth again, flexing one of her legs as the urges ran down her spine.

“She used to bite the feathers off one by one, slowly.”

“Right and I guess like a pegasus the wings are pretty sensitive.”

“Yeah they are…so b-be gentle on them.” Gilda stomps a clawed talon into the cloud in barely kept eagerness.

With an arch of her back, Gilda unfurls her impressive wings and Thunderlane can see the unkempt state of the rough feathers. They seem paler than her light-brow wings and it was easy to see which of the feathers needed removing. Thunderlane walked up to the closest wing, noting the size of the large wing compared to him, it being easily his size.

He leaned in close to the wing, eyeing the closest loose feather to his mouth. Gilda’s breath was shallow in her chest.

“Get on with it d-dweeb.” She stomps again with her other paw into the cloud again, obviously impatient. Thunderlane targets one of the feathers and lightly closes his teeth around the tip of it. With a sharp yank, he pulls suddenly on the feather and it comes out with a slight resistance.

Gilda’s response was just a stifled moan that escaped though her clenched teeth. Weeks of careful neglect were finally ending. The little tingle of the missing feather from her wing continued down her spine and down to her nether lips. She tried to squeeze her hips together to alleviate some of the heat. Thunderlane moved onto the next feather, taking her lack of insults as positive that he was doing the right thing. He moved onto the next feather, repeating the light nip of the tip and pulling away sharply.

Gilda’s moans only grew a little louder and more desperate as Thunderlane continued to pluck away the loose feathers with naught but his teeth. Her body trembled softly as heat unrelentingly grew in her slit, gently pulsating between her powerful legs.

“C-can you hurry it up, dweeb.” Her voice shook. Thunderlane tried to ignore Gilda’s exaggerated panting, despite the way her body occasionally bumped against his, or the way that her suggestive moaning meant her abrasive personality was nothing but a façade.

“I’ve still got another wing to do.” A grin spread across his face as Gilda let out an agitated cry of despair.

Thunderlane trotted around to her other wing, taking a little longer around the back to admire the sight. Griffons were naturally muscular and Gilda was no different. From her tight thighs to her lean asscheeks, everything about Gilda screamed lean power, but there seemed a small jiggle in her step as she stamped on the cloud impatiently. Her tail flicked back and forth, showing off little glances of her hot slit. Thunderlane slowed his walk to a snail’s pace, taking a good look at just how eager she pretended not to be. Her slit was almost hidden behind the tan feathers but it showed itself sparsely; a flash of hot pink every now and then. It seemed to stare back at him invitingly, and Gilda’s quiet moaning and slow undulations didn’t help.

“Dweeb, what’s taking you so long? Next wing.” Gilda exclaimed through her teeth, her tail flicking out to lightly strike him across the face. What was probably intending to be a sharp strike turned out to be an encouraging tickle across the face from the fuzzy end of the tail. Thunderlane felt a blush grace his cheeks where the tail landed and he wrenched his face away from staring at her glistening pussy lips.

Thunderlane’s mind had drifted off from Gilda’s wing trouble and he lazily continued to nip away at her loose feathers, watching nonchalantly as they fell to the cloud below before being whisked away by the breeze. Gilda’s attention wasn’t focussed at all. It was taking all of her willpower to restrain herself from groaning out in pleasure. Her teeth grit together and her eyes fastened shut, but none of it seemed to be of any help.

“Gilda, are you ok?” Thunderlane asked noticing a little too much of her restraint.

“H-huh? Yeah d-dweeb I’m f-fine.” Gilda attention did not waver from her strain of keeping her hedonistic desires in place, rolling her back to try to alleviate the stress building.

“You don’t sound it.” Thunderlane pressed on, teasing one of the feathers out slowly.

“Take a wild stab, d-dweeb.” Gilda grumbled. “I knew w-what you were looking at back t-there.” Her words were becoming mumbled through her frazzled nerves, her eyes starting to glaze over.

“All done.” Thunderlane stepped back, spitting out the last feather that stuck to his tongue.

“W-what? You’re done already?” Gilda looked back in astonishment. Usually Rainbow Dash would take much longer when pruning her feathers. “How are you done already?”

“Because you wouldn’t have let me kiss you like your friend did.” Thunderlane grinned, placing a hoof on Gilda’s flank assuming she wouldn’t kick out and destroy one of his legs.

Instead she let out an extended tortured moan at the slight touch on her flank.

“Dweeb really?” Gilda cast a nearly predatory look back at Thunderlane, cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.

“You should love that look.” Gilda’s movement was smooth as she turned on Thunderlane, half-lidded eyes instantly making him quiver.

“Gilda what are you doing?” He began to back up a little, maintaining his distance from Gilda as her sleek muscular legs pushed her towards Thunderlane. Something in her seems to have snapped. Her usual frustrated demeanour had been replaced by a sexually ravenous beast laced with aggressive intentions.

“What’s the matter, you don’t think you can handle me?” A light giggle left her lips tinged with seduction. She began to circle him like a hungry shark, shortening her circles until she was brushing sides against him, her tail purposefully tickling his nose and gently coiling around his neck.

“Uhh, Gilda?” He started to try to squirm his way out, but his escape was easily prevented by Gilda’s strong frame cutting him off.

“And where do you think you’re off to wing-boy?” She exhaled heavily into his ear, bumping her strong hips against his. “You haven’t gotten your reward yet.”

“M-my reward?” It was his turn to start stammering.

“Of course, wingboy. You don’t think I’m just going to take off, do you? I wouldn’t make it a minute in my condition, so I need someone to help me.”

“But I’ve already helped you once.” He tried to protest again.

“So maybe once more wouldn’t go amiss?” Gilda almost purred into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine towards his groin, stirring his already erect shaft. “And I’ve never been with a stallion before. Supposedly you guys have bigger cocks than you’re supposed to.”

“Well, I don’t want to brag.” Thunderlane nervously chuckled

“I’ll be the judge of that, wing-boy.” Gilda gently nipped his ear. “So are you going to help me or not?”

“I guess so.”

“So, what do you want me to do with you first, wingboy?” She giggled.

“Well, I’ve been lucky to have hoofjobs with other pegasi, but you have talons and paws instead.”

“Ooh I like the way you’re thinking.” Gilda smirked, batting her hips against his.

“You’re not opposed?” Thunderlane gulped audibly.

“You don’t understand a horny griffon…” She paused to lick her upper lip. “…we’re ravenous.”

“Dare I ask how hungry for it?”

“Hungry enough to tell you to shut up dweeb.” Gilda grinned seductively.

“Let’s do it.” Thunderlane nodded.

Gilda walked ahead in front of him swaying her wide hips as her body positioned itself in front of his face.

“Here’s how it’s going to work wingboy. You’re going to lick like you never have before, and I’ll tease your cock off with a paw. Sound good?”

“Of course.” He took one final gulp, and then stepped forward. As he got closer, Gilda obligingly lifted her tail, drooping it over the nape of his neck.

Instantly, a warm aroma hit his nose. Instinctively he breathed it in, the warmth of a sweet smell hitting his nostrils. A small droplet of infused juices leaked out of her tight pink slit, adding to the dampness around her thighs. The light coat of fur around her slit glistened slightly with her wetness. Thunderlane just wanted to bury his face deep into her smooth cheeks and lap away at her juices, so he did.

Gilda groaned out as Thunderlane pressed his nose against her slit, feeling it part the lips and his hot breath warmed her groin. The groan continued up in volume as his tongue extended out and rolled over her tender slit lips. The droplets of sweet juice were lapped up by his tongue, and he could taste her honeyed flavour. Aside from the strong honeyed taste, Thunderlane noticed a powerful tinge of what seemed to be worked in sweat, most likely from the exercise needed to maintain the power in her hips. The aroma was far from unpleasant, and if anything it made Thunderlane push his face deeper into her accommodating hips.

Her soft paw brushed against his shaft, gently teasing it to bring it to full erection. The paw was much softer than Thunderlane was expecting. The smooth, warm flesh of the paw deftly encompassed his shaft, thick fingers locking in a tight yet comfortable grip around his hardening cock. Gilda began to slide her paw provocatively up and down his cock, varying her grip slightly with each stroke.

A low muffled expletive left Thunderlane’s lips, his face trapped deep between her hips. The teasing of his cock was even better than he thought it could be. Standard hoof jobs seemed like being hit with sticks compared to how comfortable the tight grip around his cock was. Letting out another moan, he pushed his tongue deeper into her wet depths, almost completely trapping his face between her powerful cheeks.

The constant teasing temptations at her hips was becoming too much for Gilda. The sensuous teasing of the feather stripping was nearly enough on its own, but the added sensations of the warm breath on her tender slit plus the tantalising invasion from the hot tongue pushed her over the edge. A burst of heat began in her hips and rocketed up her spine to her head, filling her mind with extreme pleasure. Gilda’s eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lolled out of her mouth to pant hungrily at the air. A low level cry took its chance and forced its way out of Gilda’s mouth. Her eyes shut tightly and the cry evolved into a loud roar of ecstasy that shook her entire body until her breath was spent. The rocking of her body tingled his face deep within her thighs, and Thunderlane felt her prehensile tail wrap gently around the back of his head, pulling him further into her hot, messy depths.

His face became flooded with her sticky juices, which burst onto his face. The intense taste only multiplied as the honey-like liquid landed on his tongue and in his mouth. It seemed to tingle in his mouth, but the taste and powerful feeling of being forced to eat her out own amplified his own pleasure nearly tenfold.

The combination of the strong smooth grip on his cock, plus the overwhelming intoxicating flavour of Gilda’s orgasm forced him over the edge. Gritting his teeth, Thunderlane gasped out as his body bucked into her paw, the soft flesh absorbing his thrust. With a muted grunt, Thunderlane’s cock spasmed in Gilda’s paw. The spasm travelled up his cock and through his body, rolling his body in pleasurable waves. Gilda kept his body locked in with her tail around the back of his neck and a paw around his shaft, which became soaked in droplets of pre-cum.

“You came already dweeb?” Gilda gasped, pulling his head back with her tail so he could speak.

“You think I’m done?” Thunderlane panted back, engaging in sexual banter.

“Give me all you got, wingboy.” Gilda shot back, giving him one last squeeze with her paw. The tight grip pleased his sensitive shaft, urging him to release a quick groan.

“Oh definitely.” He smiled, internally afraid at just how sexually ravenous she might be.

Gilda stepped forward, dropping her paw off his cock and letting her tail fall back down between her muscular ass, which moved seductively as the warmth of Thunderlane’s breath left her pussy, driplets still leaking despite his licking efforts.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed your eyes staring at my ass this entire time.” Gilda smirked, glancing over her shoulder at him. “Oh I’m used to having griffons stare at my ass all day.”

“I could stare at it all day.” Thunderlane admitted.

“As much as I’d like it, I say we do something a little different than admiring my ass.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking more of your cock in my ass.” Gilda simply nodded. “And I was rubbing you off back there, I noticed that you stallions seem to grow pretty big.”

“Are you complaining?” He chuckled a little, eyeing her tightly puckered asshole underneath her tail.

“I’m fantasizing.” She purred, her tail flicking back and forth as she cast another glance back at him.

“Well I’m right here.” Thunderlane smirked stepping forward towards her ass.

“Then why are we waiting.” Gilda giggled. “Now here’s something I learnt from my gal pal in Ponyville.”

Gilda’s arms stretch out in front of her, tipping her entire body forward a little. With an arch of her back, Gilda bends over, raising her muscular rump in the air. Her legs tense up as if she’s going to bound forward, which shows off her toned thighs that Thunderlane had his face buried between not five minutes ago. Her tail wound gently around one of her hind legs, looking for all the world like a snake coiling around a tree. Gilda stretched out and held her pose, exposing her finely tuned rear to the slightly shy pegasus.

“Well dweeb, it’s not going to buck itself.”

A harrowing lump in Thunderlane’s throat was swallowed as Gilda’s tail moved aside to show off her tight asshole. It sat just beneath her slim tail, protruding just enough to expose little flash of hot pink in the middle. The contrast between the tan of her surrounding fur and the small peek of pink drew his eye to how tight her asshole must have been. The thoughts of how constricting the inside would be swarmed his mind, fuelling his cock to painfully erect heights.

Thunderlane placed a hoof on one of Gilda’s ass-cheeks, pushing it into the strong yet welcoming flesh. He could feel the muscles tensing beneath his hoof as Gilda gently swayed back and forth. He pressed his other hoof onto her spare ass-cheek, squeezing the two together with her tail between them. Pushing the tail to one side, Thunderlane teased the tip of his cock closer to her tight asshole. It seemed to pulsate with her heartbeat which grew faster and faster as the anticipation of his cock deep inside her made her tremble.

The tip of his cock pressed against her hot asshole, radiating through his groin. A light groan from Gilda broke the momentary silence as the thick shaft pushed up against her tight ass. The tight asshole was slowly parted by his cock, intense heat flooded down his shaft, inviting him deeper into her depths.

Gilda’s exhaled heavily as the cock slowly slid into her tight ass, inch by inch disappearing into her. Thunderlane’s mouth hung open in shock at just how constricting the hot muscles around his cock were. Her toned ass wasn’t just for show; the muscles of her hips tensed and relaxed in rings around his cock, pulling him deeper and deeper into her anal passage.

Her muscles continued to contract around his cock, squeezing it tightly and holding him deep inside, punishing his hapless cock with powerful waves of seeping heat and intense pressure that nearly brought him to his knees. The feeling of a large cock inside her ass was incredibly pleasurable to Gilda, bursts of pleasure rolling up her arching back towards her brain, filling her mind again with nothing but thoughts of agonizingly high pleasure. Gilda continued to pant heavily, a light sweat breaking out all over her bowing back.

Thunderlane’s cock was now trapped deeply inside of Gilda’s tight ass, the muscles of her ass teasing him with its tight grip. He pulled back slowly, gritting his teeth as the pleasurable sensations ran down his cock. Gilda let his cock slide out until just the tip still remained inside before tightening her ass again, holding him firmly in place.

“Buck me, wingboy.” Gilda gasped and grunted as the filling sensation of his cock lessened as he pulled out. “Buck me as hard as you can.”

Slamming his hips against hers, Thunderlane pushed his cock deep into her constricting depths, audibly groaning out as the feeling of the heat blossomed through his cock again. Gilda cried out in pleasure again, pushing her hips back to get Thunderlane’s cock deeper into her than before.

Thunderlane began thrusting his cock deeper and deeper inside of his, eyes closing in extreme pleasure with the tight ass firmly grasping onto his cock as it plunges into Gilda’s depths. He rocked onto the tips of his hooves as he thrust forward, sliding his front hooves around her ass to pull her against his hips.

Gilda’s wings flapped erratically as the pleasure mounted in her mind, starting to take over all her usual thoughts, leaving nothing but erotic burning desire. Like earlier, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, dripping saliva onto the cloud whilst her ass was filled with cock again and again. The build-up of pleasure from Thunderlane’s licking amplified the intense pleasure she was feeling now, and within mere seconds Gilda began to feel her pussy grow hot in her thighs, adding to the solid stream of heat reaching her head already. The sweat on her back had escalated to cover her entire body from the near-firey heat that burned with pleasure inside her soaking pussy.

With a roar that rivalled a lion’s, Gilda’s orgasm burst out of her body, shuddering her entire frame visibly. The gentle trickle of pussy juice was overtaken by a large squirt of Gilda’s honey juices that splashed all over Thunderlane’s thighs. The hot juices seeped into his skin as Gilda’s roar of pleasure declined off into a cry that lasted until she ran out of breath. Her muscular body convulsed in orgasmic spasms that hauled Thunderlane around as if he was weightless. Gilda’s wings flared up, flapping as she tried to contain her exhilarating orgasm.

“Aaaaah!” She screamed out, front legs losing strength and depositing her face into the soft cloud, where upon she was muted.

With Gilda’s orgasm, she lost control of the muscles in her rear end, and they defaulted to intense, powerful squeezing all around his cock. This, combined with the sudden heat over his thighs of her juices, sent Thunderlane’s mind alight. His cock squirmed inside of her ass from the unexpected but amazingly powerful pressure all around it. Nothing but a grunt left his lips as his cock erupted with power, filling the inside of her ass that he couldn’t reach with his stallion seed. The seal around his cock was so unbelievably tight that nothing spilt out, even as he shifted slightly.

Thunderlane’s eyes crossed under his eyelids, brow furrowing as the sheer overwhelming bliss struck all motor control from him. He collapsed onto Gilda’s back, the scent of her pleasure through her sweat filled his nostrils, urging a second and third spurt of hot cum directly into her ass.

Once his heart rate returned to normal, Thunderlane backed up, managing to free his cock from within her ass with a satisfying ‘pop’. As soon as his cock was free, her ass leaked out his hot semen, gently dripping onto the cloud. He fell onto his back, gasping and heaving for breath.

“I should get with griffons more often.” His chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily.

Gilda appeared above him, a devilish grin upon her face.

“Good news, dweeb.” She placed one taloned hand on his hoof. “I’m all ready for round two.”

“B-but…” He started, but was silenced by Gilda, who covered his mouth with her other hand, before grasping his other hoof, pinning him to the cloud.

“I guess you don’t know much about griffons, do you dweeb?” She leaned down to whisper in his ear, pressing her weight fully on his chest. “We’re pretty…demanding.”