Beach Balls

by Methionine

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Anthro
Length: 4544

On a trip to Fillydelphia, Gilda gives you a lesson in the proper way to ride gryphons.

Gilda's been sticking by your side for some time now, despite the jibes directed your way. You might otherwise find her brash nature too exhausting to deal with but in spite of that she's still fun to be around; it certainly has nothing to do with any closely guarded desires for the gryphon. Surely a lazy afternoon on one of Fillydelphia's beaches will prove uneventful, right?

Nothing much here, just a second-person clopfic starring "you" and an anthro, futa Gilda.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-29 11:50:03 UTC

All of it

Upon reflection, sunbathing with Gilda on a secluded beach just outside Fillydelphia was probably not the best thing to agree to. Ever since running into her at her last reunion with Dash, the gryphon’s been making excuses for the two of you to hang out together – drinking, partying, taking you on impromptu—and terrifying—flights, as long as it was with her she had no problem with it.

Naturally, she’d tagged along on your vacation to the port city. Your one means of tempering Gilda’s high-octane activities—Dash—had abandoned your side upon getting wind of the Wonderbolts staying there. So now here you are, lying looking at the sky and trying not to think about Gilda.

"I’m way too hardcore for bikinis," was the excuse she’d made upon your surprise at her going topless. All that physical exertion had done nothing save give her an excellent physique and when she caught you roving your gaze across her body—you swore it was only because you were jealous of how strong she is—she just smirked.

"Hey dude," she calls out by your side, "you ever think of, you know, doin’ the nasty with Dash?"

Your spluttering response draws raucous laughter from Gilda who pounds the sand with a balled fist.

"You’re so predictable, man, you’ve really gotta lighten up." Her voice is a lot scratchier than Dash’s and the way she laughs isn’t something you imagine would appeal to many. Beyond you, of course. "Besides, I know the only girl you’ve got ideas for is right here."

There’s no spluttering this time. No fitful attempts to blurt out an excuse or nervous laughter to try and disagree. She’s got you pinned as well as if she were holding your arms down right now – the thought isn’t exactly an unpleasant one.

"Just remember I don’t do dweebs or wimps or chumps. It’s why I let you hang around, you don’t look like one." There’s a little chuckle from her, one that draws a smile from you. "Remember when we got smashed in Las Pegasus and you woke up next to me? Hah! You smelled like snakebites and Zebrican whiskey!"

You let out a more earnest laugh at the memory; one of the few occasions where you really had a good time with her and her friends, where it didn’t feel like you were the lightweight trying to keep up with her all the time.

Maybe it was just her desire to look good in front of others or maybe she really was a bully at heart but it always felt like you were the butt of her jokes at those times. It was hard to try to meld together the conflicting ways she treated you in public and in private; moments like this one.

It’s in that moment that you realise how quiet Gilda’s been. Normally she’d keep up the chatter, talking about Dash or Eeyrie, Nail or Whistle but you can barely hear the sound of her breathing. Looking over reveals her lying there as peacefully as you’ve been; her chest slowly rises and falls with one of her claws idly rubbing at one of the nipples of her breasts…

In an instant you snap your head back around at stare stolidly at the clouds. You didn’t just see that. She wasn’t playing with herself.

"Ya know, uh, dude, we should totally go out to Las Pegasus again sometime. Like, you and me, right? We don’t need the rest slowin’ us down." Her voice is light and airy, almost breathless. You busy yourself by not thinking about why that could be. "Whoah! This is one hot day, huh? You hot? I think I’m gonna go cool off, you can join unless you’re afraid of water too!"

Gilda’s snickering stops suddenly, before you can find a suitable retort to her jibe and you slowly push yourself up on your elbows. Had a pony stumbled onto the beach and now saw you too like this? Or maybe Dash had called by and heard what she said, maybe all that thinking you hadn’t been able to avoid had left your swimwear tented and you’d have to find some way to explain it.

Thankfully that last one wasn’t the case, you’d at least been able to maintain enough self-control to keep that in check but if the large bulge in Gilda’s own thong is any indication, she hadn’t been able to do the same.

You’d like to say you’re surprised but one more than one occasion you’d wound up naked in bed with her—both of you knowing nothing had happened—and felt that thing rub against you. Once you’d even caught a glimpse before she’d woken up. It was one of the reasons you didn’t mind her getting close to you after that.

"Look, dude… I can explain!" Would she be able to? How many others had she had to ’explain’ it to?

Not that it mattered, of course. It just happened to make her already gorgeous body even more beautiful. With her turned to one side you’ve a perfect view of the thick pink shaft straining against the thin fabric of her thong. With nothing holding concealing them her brown balls have also spilled out.

Only after you’ve been staring some time in silence and started to feel a hot hardness between your own legs do you realise just why you can’t take your eyes off her. Her yellow talons, briefly held up to her chest in shock are now by her sides and her tail which had been twitching about in anxiety now rests coiled about her waist.

"S-So, um…" You’ve no idea what to say either and can’t bring yourself to look into those golden eyes. "I guess you like it, huh?"

With a Herculean effort, you tear your eyes from her turgid member and slowly bring them up, up over her flat abdomen and the two soft breasts which no longer rise and fall amidst heavy breathing; up along her grey and purple feathered neck until you see that beak of hers curved into a wicked smile.

"Tch, yeah, I should’ve known you’d be all over it. I mean, you never could resist me, huh?" As pompous as she’s ever been, Gilda struts towards you, making sure to keep her cock strained as tightly as possible against the fabric of her swimwear. "So what’re you gonna do? Just sit there and leave me like this?"

Taloned hands on hips, she continues to smirk down as a small damp spot forms at the tip of the bulge in her thong. You don’t even wait for her to say anymore as you reach up with shaky hands and slowly pull the thing down; her penis catches and doesn’t bob free until you’ve got the thong down around her knees and it spatters a few little globs of precum on your nose.

Not even realising what you’re doing, you lower her thong the rest of the way, Gilda lightly taking it from your hands when you lift it. It’s mere inches from your face, so close you could lean in and-

"Uh, dude?" Gilda’s wearing a cocked eyebrow and the same little smirk.

Right. You were probably meant to get up and… you’re not entirely sure. The beach is still sort of public, even if it is secluded.

"Hey." You feel one of her taloned hands slip around your waist and give a tug at the waistband of your trunks. "C’mere."

Giddily, gratefully, anxiously you step closer to you, close enough that your hand brushes against her member before Gilda takes it and gently places it on the shaft.

It’s hot, as you expected, hard and throbs oh-so strongly under your gentle grasp. It’s thicker than your own, even, perfectly shaped and sized.

"So… just gonna stand there like a dweeb or are we gonna have some fun?"

For a moment longer you do indeed ’stand there like a dweeb’ and look into those golden eyes. Of course you’ve nursed this crush for some time, of course you’ve wished you woke up snuggled into her instead of on the other side of the bed and of course… you’ve held many a vivid fantasy about just what you might get up to after a few drinks.

So maybe it’s because you really are a dweeb that you lay your hands on her hips and move in close to face her. Gilda’s own taloned claws just as gently slide down the small over your back and under your swimwear, gripping your behind. From her amber coat to her feathers she’s more beautiful than anything you’ve ever seen. You both pull each other close until bare skin meets her satiny coat, until the bulge in your trunks strains against her throbbing length.

One of her hands wends its way back up along you until it’s at your head. Gilda smirks, licking her beak.

"Such a dweeb, sometimes."

There’s no chance to form any kind of objection nor would you want to, feeling her pull your head in to hers. In the meeting of lips and beak it’s about an awkward kiss as one could imagine, you trying to avoid the sharp edges of it and she trying not to bite down on your tongue. All the while the hand on your rear pulls you tighter while you can only hold onto her.

Gilda breaks the kiss quite suddenly, turning your head around until she’s close to one of your ears.

"Follow me."

Sand rustles quietly as Gilda steps back from you, letting your hands fall to your sides as you watch her turn and walk towards a small outcropping of rocks. Every step she takes sends her tail swishing in a different direction but her large wings obscure a more complete view. By the time you feel hard rock against your feet you finally become aware you’ve been following her.

You’ve never seen here bared naked before so it’s a strange mix of admiration and excitement that runs through you at the sight of her reclining on one of the rocks. Wings splayed out behind her back, strong legs spread slightly, one hand on her stomach with the other behind her head and that long, pink rod between her legs looking as hard as ever – it’s almost a shame you don’t have a more permanent means of recording this beautiful sight.

"C’mon dude," she calls, waving you over, "you’ve got a lotta work to do!"

Moving out of her picturesque pose, she lets her hands fall to her sides and then rest on her hips, smirking as you approach. Fierce, confident, commanding, it’s why you strove to rein in those feelings for so long, how could you not possibly fall in love with someone like that?

Standing before her, Gilda licks her beak menacingly before pointing down with a single talon.

"On your knees."

You’re quick to obey, lowering down until once more you’re level with a cock that inches towards you as she straightens herself on the rock and leans out. Even from here you can get her rich, musky scent and it proves intoxicating – before you realise what you’re doing you’ve started leaning in, drunk on desire to please her.

With reverence, you press your lips against the base of her cock and kiss it. A tiny shiver runs through her thighs, barely perceptible at the edges of your vision. Her scent has intensified a thousandfold this close and it leaves you a shaking mess, too excited to even make a move of your own.

"Now, lick it."

Luckily Gilda is more than happy to direct you. You extend your tongue, press it against that smooth pink flesh and then slowly start to drag it along the shaft. Gilda lets out a long, low groan as you move up, steadying herself with a hand on your shoulder. Your eyes, however, never leave her own as she peers down at you; moving at an agonisingly slow pace along her member she snaps her eyes shut the closer you get to the head and leans her head back, her groan slipping into a grunt and her hips start to buck against you.

She didn’t say you could only lick it and so you help keep the throbbing length steady with a hand, sparing a glance at her talons digging into the rock. Better it than you. Only when you get to the tip do you stop with a flick of your tongue. That is, of course, until you see a lone drop of pre about to spill down over the shaft. No sense in wasting it and so you dive in, running your tongue in one smooth motion over the head of her cock.

"Ngh!" There’s a strangled grunt above you and a taloned hand quickly moves to hold your head. "Really—hah—Really that eager, huh?" You don’t nod, you don’t need to. "C’mon dude, get workin’!"

You look back down, Gilda’s cock filling your view. The gryphon pushes you down, pressing your lips to the head and then parting as she continues to push herself against you. Precum spills out, rolling onto your tongue and you hungrily swallow whatever she gives, swiping your tongue this way and that, running it in circles around her cock to entice more of the alkaline tasting stuff from it.

Having nothing else to do, one of your hands gently strokes along her thigh, delighting in the way it shivers under the touch.

"C-C’mon man, don’t leave me hangin’."

Even if there wasn’t such need in her voice you still would have pushed yourself further down over that member, filling your mouth with the taste of it. You suck down hard on it and Gilda swears—something she’d picked up from you—before bucking her hips again, stronger this time. It forces another inch in and you hold her leg against the way she continues to push you down – you’re not sure how much more of her you can take.

"All the way, dude. All of it!"

Your lips and jaws stretch to accomodate the bulging length and when it tickles at the back of your throat your eyes bulge, fearful for what she may do. It’s the desire that swells up in you that stays your hand from pushing her off. You want this, you want her no matter how difficult it may be. More of that thick, salty precum pours into your mouth and down your throat, adding to the copious saliva already there.

Gilda had really meant what she said – even at the press of her cock to the back of your throat she continues and you eye up the last few inches of her member sliding in. You gag, trying to fit it in but there isn’t even the time to adjust as Gilda simply humps hard and pushes the rest as far, smacking your nose in against her abdomen.

Every second, with every beat of her heart that meaty length throbs inside you, hot pre oozing down your throat. You can’t breath, can’t even choke so full has she left you. Gilda’s shaking, both taloned hands holding your head tightly as one of her legs rubs up and down along your back.

"Nngh! J-Just a little more!"

You clamp your lips down on her, pushing past light-headedness to ensure this feels as good for her as possible. Overhead she’s moved one hand to tweak a nipple, head turned up in pleasure as she’s too far gone even to vocalise anything. Gilda’s whole body is shaking, tail swishing, wings flared out to their apex.

And then it all stops.

With a gasp she lets go of you, falling back onto the rock while you gasp loudly, taking a deep gulp of air. You cough blearily, your eyes starting to tear up until you lean against one of her thighs, panting and a little sore.

Gilda’s cock is coated in a thick layer of your saliva but that’s it – you’d expected her to have orgasmed from the way she was going on but instead she just peers down at you grinning.

"J-Just needed to get this baby lubed up." She takes another breath, flicking her tongue over her beak. "What’s say we get those trunks off and I show you what this thing can do?"

The roles are now reversed and Gilda leans forward to slip her talons into the waistband of your trunks. So intent on her had you been that you never noticed just how aroused you’d become. It’s a fact that she takes to her full advantage in slowly pulling them down at an agonising pace. Those taloned hands slip around to pull the back down, trailing over your rear.

Her hot breath wafts over you and a single feather from her brow tickles across the skin as she moves her head. A grin spreads across Gilda’s beak before she slowly stands back up, keeping her hands on your waist. Both of you look down, you more than a little surprised at the sight. The difference in size isn’t as monstrous as you feared but Gilda still overshadows you easily.

It’s probably the reason she’s started snickering.

"Dude, really?" Despite her laughter and mocking tone she still reaches down and gives you a few gentle strokes. "Pfft, lucky thing ya found me, at least I can show ya how a real cock’s meant to be used."

Still holding on to you, Gilda gives a gentle tug and starts pulling you towards a different rock. Only when she lies down on her back does she beckon you down, which you willingly do, trying not to think too much upon how good her hands feel on your hips. In full control, Gilda pushes you from your seated position on her abdomen further down until your butt rests neatly against her cock and the turgid length presses into the parting.

"You’re lucky we never did anything when you were drunk." That sharp tongue licks out over her lips again while her hands move you in a gentle rhythm against her. "I want you to enjoy every second of this."

You’ve certainly been enjoying this so far and while your own erection makes that plain enough you’d still rather not say anything, Gilda’s already got you in a perfectly exploitable position as it is.

A nod, two hands on your rear and a little pull is all it takes to see you now sitting on her member. You lean back, balancing yourself against her legs. One of Gilda’s hands rises to your chest and slowly trails down, stopping just above your own length to run along it. It’s obvious what she’s doing – distract you enough that you’ll just drop yourself onto her but there’s no way you’d do that.

At least she picks up on that and starts wiggling her hips, pushing up while pushing you down as the head of her cock strains against you. You wince, feeling a sting as she begins to push herself in; sure enough the number you’d done on her in lubing her up is helping but it’s still a tight fit. Though if the way her face is all scrunched up is anything to go by, this is nothing short of blissful for her.

"Mmph, relax dude," she grunts, giving her hips a buck which draws a strangled grunt from you, "I’m gonna take good care of ya."

The head finally slips in, stretching you to a degree you never thought possible and you clamp your lips tightly shut to keep quiet; there’s no sense in giving Gilda any more satisfaction. She’s already gotten you to relinquish your grip on your knees, got you bent over her, left you a whimpering mass of pleasure and pain… It’s not as if there’s more satisfaction she could garner from all this.

But there’s no let up in Gilda’s struggle to get herself into you, every inch of her cock’s entry is slow going and forces your muscles to stretch further. The hot hardness gives way to hot moistness as precum spills from the head, making the entry just a little easier. Not enough that you can think of anything but her cock but enough that you can at least relax yourself somewhat.

Dimly, you’re aware of her talons digging into your hips, of a low groaning sound emanating from deep in her throat and of her heaving chest, matching your own breath for beath. But only dimly, much of it lost to the sting that slowly gives way to warming pleasure. You almost permit yourself a quiet moan. Almost.

"A-Almost there, c’mon!"

Almost? You thought you’d hit your limit, you thought there’d simply be no way she could fit any more in but a grin later and she’s bucking her hips, finally getting you to moan and grunt. When she finally does bottom out in you, the sensation of that heat, that throbbing, hard cock that oozes copious pre is maddening. You grind your hips against hers, trying for more, any last inch that you could squeeze in and squeeze down on.

"Good boy." Gilda pants heavily, patting your behind. "Now I’m gonna show you how to ride a gryphon."

Relief wars with regret as she starts to pull out of you, clenching her beak tightly shut as she concentrates on how tightly you continue to squeeze down on her. The pace is as agonisingly slow as her entrance, inch by inch it sends little bolts of pleasure through you, making you twitch in her grasp.

Your lip is caught tightly under your teeth, biting down as hard as you can to stay silent. Bad enough your own cock’s leaking pre onto her stomach, you don’t need to give voice to the thoughts on your mind – the want—the need—for her to take you, make you hers, make you never want to sleep with another pony or gryphon or any other.

Almost as if understanding those thoughts, Gilda stops with the head of her cock still stuck inside you. The hand on your chest slowly moves down, down over your stomach and gives your own member one firm squeeze before coming to rest on your hip. She gives you a malicious grin and a moment to prepare before putting every ounce of strength she has into pushing you down to meet her upward thrust.

The result is a firm smack as your flesh meets her coat and finally drawing a cry of pleasure from you. But it doesn’t start immediately again, Gilda just holds you there letting her cock throb and twitch, letting you impulsively, rhythmically squeeze down on her as you attempt to re-adjust to the massive invader.

Unset from your position, you fall forward and only stop yourself from landing on top of her with a quick thrust of your hands onto the rock. Gilda, however, has other ideas and wraps her own hands across your back and pulls you down close. Her breasts feel firm but giving as you press in against them and her beak scratches against one of your ears.

"Hold on tight," she whispers, "I’m not gonna be gentle."

You dutifully do so, quickly wrapping your hands around her back and under her wings, tightly gripping her sides. Just as well you’ve done so as Gilda pulls back out and gives an unmerciful thrust again, leaving you to cry out once more and barely giving you enough time before there’s another and then another until she’s built up a steady rhythm.

Her hands rest upon your butt, pushing you down to meet each thrust with a dull slap of your skin against her. The more she thrusts the more pre spills out of her cock and the easier it gets for her to get rougher. It goes on until with each thrust she grunts as her balls smack against you, each thrust leaving you just as full as the last but silently begging her to delve back into you when she pulls out.

You hike your legs up, spreading them out but keeping your knees tightly pressed to her sides to permit her greater access. Not the best idea, perhaps, seeing as she immediately starts pulling all the way out, thrusting you back down instead of doing the work herself. It forces you to bite into her shoulder or shame yourself further than your aching cock is doing.

"Nngh, c’mon dude, squeeze it! Squeeze harder!"

Lost to a world of pleasure you can’t, you can only let Gilda use you as she sees fit. Fantasies be damned, you could never have imagined she could be just as rough as this. Even though you do your best in meeting her thrust for thrust it can’t compare to the raw power behind her own hips. You may have had strength of your own but it’s Gilda who shows you what real strength is.

With one hand still clenched tightly on your butt, Gilda pulls you off from biting her shoulder and thrusts your face down to meet hers. The kiss is rough and passionate, her beak scraping against your softer skin as her tongue fights against yours. You try not to moan, try to hold it all in but it becomes too much and you succumb. She’s got you in her grip and you’ll never want to break free of it.

Maybe it’s that moment of passion that pushes her to the edge. Her thrusts turn ragged and uneven, the rhythm lost as she buries herself to the hilt before barely pulling out to fill you again. Her cock stiffens and you can feel the breaths that blow over your face quicken and turn shallow. Weakly, you push down on her chest, bringing yourself back up to look down.

You don’t have to care about moaning with her starting to let loose her own but you do care when you fall back, latching onto her thighs at the last moment and holding her deep. That’s when she finally bellows, her cock giving one last twitch before you feel the first hot jet of her seed inside yourself. Orgasm crashes over her and Gilda holds you down tight, more and more of her semen spilling out to fill you.

Never has the thought occurred to you that it could feel so good, nor that you would not want this sensation to stop. A gasp escapes you as Gilda gives another, weak thrust before her orgasm starts to subside and the flow of her seed begins to lessen. Only when it stops and her hands fall from you do you collapse onto her.

Exhausted, she makes one last effort to wrap her arms over your back and hug you tight against her body. Both of you are tired, sore and utterly satisfied and it shows in the smile she gives you and in the glint in her eyes.

"Dude… we… we’ve gotta… do this more often!"

If it meant all that and the chance to cuddle up with Gilda afterwards there’d never be an objection from you. There’s certainly none now as you both let the sun’s warmth lead you to rest.