Your Human And You

Gryphon Half A Chance

Ch. 7

"Dent! Dent! DENT!" Gilda opened her eyes to find me staring into them in concern. Her thrashing about had woken me with a start, bringing back brief, painful memories of my arrival in this world.

"Hey stupid," she said, after a few moments of blinking and working her beak soundlessly. If I hadn't known her as well as I did, I'd have been angry. I grinned, impishly, and tweaked her beak. She shied back and shook herself, feathers fluffing up.

"Get off, dummy," she said languidly, but failed to move.

I crooned happily back, stroking her body. Uncharacteristically, she hugged me, a full-body embrace. "Don't ever leave me," she whispered, "please…"

She pulled back, so I leaned forwards and kissed her on the beak. This made her chuckle.

"You're in a chipper mood, still feeling frisky, huh?" Gilda got up, groaning with pleasure, and rolled out of bed, stretching. "Well tough, because I've got to—" She paused as she spied the necklace on the dresser. She clicked her beak thoughtfully, then picked it up and padded back to the bed with it. "I was going to… do something. Say something. About you," she added. "But I don't remember… I had this really weird dream, Dent. You were in it, and you could… you could… you went..." She stopped, her eyes unfocusing.

I got up off the bed and walked over to her, slightly worried. Maybe she was ill? I guess gryphons could get sick, right?

"Ah, it doesn't matter. It was just a dream. And you're here." She reached out the claw carrying the gem and moved to put it over my head, I shied away. I may not have been able to talk, but that didn't mean I couldn't communicate.

Gilda sighed as she looked down at it. "Okay, I guess you wouldn't want to… not after that. I just thought, I thought… oh well." She turned to take it back, but I caught at her wing and pulled. She looked at me curiously.

"What is it, boy?"

I took hold of the necklace gingerly, looking at it this way and that. Laughing, Gilda held it out to me.

"It's okay, boy. I won't make you… I won't make you do anything you don't want to. Here, keep it, throw it away. It's yours. Just don't eat it."

That's what I wanted to hear. I pulled it from her grasp, and slipped it over my neck, then wolf-whistled, flicking my eyebrows suggestively. Gilda blinked, then burst out in a squawking laugh.

"Where did you... " she shook her head, then hopped her foreclaws up on her bed and shook her rear end. "I give up trying to understand you. Come on, boy, I guess we've got time for a little fun. If you're… if you want. It's okay. I promise. I won't hurt you. I won't force you. I won't… n-not like that pony."

Gilda was angry, jinking from paw to paw to claws, her wings fluttering, but not as angry as me. I didn't let it show, though, because I wasn't angry with her. I sauntered up behind her, already at attention, and put my hands on her hips, one on either side of her tail which was brushing my nose teasingly.

I moved closer, slowly and carefully. I could feel Gilda's taut attention, riveted on my presence. She warbled, clacking her beak nervously. I heard her gulp.

"It's okay," she whispered, "it's okay. Easy now. It's okay. If you want, gently…"

I leaned in closer, widening my stance. I could feel the heat from her nether-regions like a blast-furnace on my crotch, my cock aching to penetrate her soft mound, pulsing with my heartbeat as I thrust ever so slowly forwards until—

Knock knock!

Gilda turned, and squawked out a loud, angry rough, "What!?" at the door.

"Uh, your highness," came a hesitant voice, "Lord Abraxis wishes to kn-know i-if his daughter will be at-attending dinner?"

Gilda's head snapped round to the clock on her dresser. "Guano! It's that late?" she hissed, under her breath. Then, louder, at the door, she called, "Yes, yes, of course, I will. We will," she added, looking at me. "Dent was feeling a little poorly after his visit with the vet this morning and I, uh, felt a little sleepy. So we both slept together—"

I cringed. That particular choice of words wouldn't have been first on my list…

"—uh, I mean, we both t-took a nap—"

"Of course your highness," replied the voice, even and non-judgemental. Suspiciously so. I rolled my eyes.

"—and I didn't realize what the time was. I shall be down at once." Gilda craned her head round to look at me. "Well, as soon as possible. Dent needs a shower."

I sniffed myself. I stank of sex, feathers and fur. If even I could smell the stink of Gilda all over me, I was pretty sure the ponies and gryphons could. A shower was a good idea.

"Very well."

I heard the pony on the other side of the locked door turn around and leave. I huffed, then turned my head to the en suite.

"And where do you think you're going?" intoned Gilda. She ruffled her head-feathers then swished her tail. "We've got time for a shower, but we've also got time for… if you want…"

Oh, well then.

I grabbed onto her haunches again, holding tightly, I heard Gilda croon encouragingly and I watched as her wings fluttered.

You really want this, huh? Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't. You're my Mistress, and you deserve things that make you happy. And, just perhaps, so do I…

I moved closer, inch by inch, getting myself into position before gently, ever so gently, placing my cock at the entrance to her pleasure cave. Rubbing it up and down sensually, I felt her juices coat it. Still sticky from earlier, the sickly sweet stink of pony juices were replaced by the coarser, wet and spicier smell of gryphon. Gilda's crooning turned from breathy and slight to full-throated as her cuntlips engorged. I moaned with her, and in a single, slow thrust, eased my cock inside her tight depths.

She was tight, much tighter than the pony had been. Not really surprising — shut up, I doubt any of you are hung like a horse either — but very welcome. Tight as she was, though, she was slick with juices, and as hot as a soldering iron. I could feel her heat penetrating my body, flowing up and down my legs and chest much as her maidenly juices coated my skin. She was thrusting with me, eagerly meeting my motion.

As her heat enveloped my fleshy rod, I sunk into her body, laying myself onto her back, nibbling and nipping all her her fur and feathers, licking and kissing at my Gilda's body. as I hilted deep inside her, I mock-growled and bit at her haunches, pulling at her ruff with my teeth. She threw back her head and squawked long and high, her wings fluttering out fully.

Reaching under one wing, I grasped the inner ridge and pulled myself tighter. The other arm I threw first across her back, then swept under her belly to rub and pinch her soft, downy underbelly fur. Rubbing my whole body against her back, I penetrated her folds with joyous abandon.

"Oh Dent, oh first egg… first feathers… fire and frost! I… never… knew… oh yes… just… like… oh… Dent!" Gilda was finding it hard to speak, mostly because every time I hilted inside her, she'd give a little squeak and tense up, clamping down around my cock, forcing it back out as I pushed in, and milking hard on it when I tried to pull out.

Schluck, schluck, shluck, our mating continued apace. It was bestial, raw, urgent… and mutual.

It was with a squeak of surprise that I pulled her and myself up onto the bed, where she rolled on top of me. I didn't miss a beat, and just kept on keeping on. She wriggled, pulling herself free of my grasp, before standing above me, flicking her tail. She looked down, under her body, at my Little Dent, before looking back up at me.

"Oh this is so…. so naughty! We're doing it human style!" she cried, as she lowered her haunches down, rather awkwardly, and speared herself once more on my cock.

I reached up around the barrel of her body and snuggled her closer, thrusting upwards into her warm depths, the neck charm giving me unparalleled sexual stamina. It wasn't, however, giving me physical stamina. Our love-making moved into a slower phase, not that this deterred Gilda. Her "doing it human style" just inflamed her passions even more.

"Oh this is so… dirty! Mmf! Rrf! Oh yes! Come on!"

I have to admit, it was rather… dominating, to have her on top like that. I liked it, but I can't say her particular anatomy was making the physical aspect all that easy. So I rolled on top of her, growling and biting at her chest. This succeeded in making her squeal and squawk louder, and then she rolled us over again, growling back, nipping at my shoulder and arms. Not about to let her win the match, we rolled again… onto the floor.

We growled and snapped, biting and nipping until we ended up against the wall where, with a clatter as we shoved the dresser and her dressing screen out the way, Gilda raised up on her hind legs and put her foreclaws up high. I grabbed around her chest, found my mark and hit the spot.

Moments later, a hot flood of fluid poured out between her legs as the pair of us climaxed as one. She slumped against the wall, tongue hanging out the side of her beak. I leaned up against her, honestly shaken, as I scrabbled to remove — and drop — the necklace.

That was quite enough of that.

"Tartarus' halls!" Gilda gasped as she dropped to the floor then dragged herself to the bed. She lay there, gasping. "I didn't know… that it could be… like that!"

I sniffed myself. I smelled worse than before. Or better — it depended who you asked, I guessed.

Turning to Gilda, I raised an eyebrow, then thought about it a little — lions had sex for about sixty seconds a pop. We'd been going for close to thirty times that. She was all sexed out.

There was a hesitant knock on the door, followed by, "Er, miss?"

Oh crap, the shower before dinner! Which we really, really needed!

I sprinted to the en suite and just turned taps until a black and stormy little cloud meandered out of the overhead spouts. It sent a small spray of lightning sparks into the bathroom, and then proceeded to rain hot water into an oversized tub. I shrugged — when in, uh, pone. Thankfully the nosy help got the message. I heard her turn around to leave again.

"Okay! I'll just leave you to it!"

I snuck back out to come face to beak with Gilda. I grinned.

"Ohh no, you need a shower too. Get in." Swiftly, she closed the door, blocked any potential exit, and manhandled — was it gryphonhandled? — me into the shower. Gratefully, I washed myself down, working the warm and refreshing water into every nook and cranny. And then, when I'd finished working soap into my own body, I started working soap into Gilda's. Rubbing my whole body against her, I wasn't sure if we were getting rid of the evidence or making it worse. Either way, it was nice to be that close and intimate. Without the necklace, I was thankfully no longer at attention. To be honest, it was starting to hurt.

Some time later, Gilda turned the water off. Then she grabbed me tightly and pushed a button.

I don't know if you've ever been in the middle of a hurricane, but I can bet it was sort of like this. Only… not so useful. Warm air blasted throughout the room, scaring away whatever droplets were left, scouring them from our bodies. In moments, Gilda went from sopping wet, to dog-smell damp to glistening and dry. I raked one of her brushes through my hair — much to her disapproval — and then turned my attention to her fur. Tigers may not be able to purr, but gryphons can. Very reluctantly, she eventually had me stop.

"Enough, enough, I'm ready you doofus. Cawed, you'll make me sleepy and then we'll be even later for dinner! Come on."

I dutifully followed my mistress out of her bedroom and through the house, until we came to the dining room. And there I discovered we had guests.

My first thought, upon seeing the enormous white mare seated demurely at the table, was they come that big!?

My second was, wait, they can come with both wings AND horn!?

Author's Note

Just a quickie!