Paws-On Experience

by alCROWholic

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Romance, Second Person, Rainbow Dash, Gilda
Length: 2968

One hot summer day, Gilda comes to town.

[Sweat/foot fetishism, 2nd person Anon rubbish, best catbird]

On a sweltering summer's day, Rainbow introduces you to her old friend Gilda. Things go south from there.

Really lame oneshot made for some fellow Gilda fans. Don't expect quality or originality.

Published 2014-06-01 23:40:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-01 23:40:04 UTC

Hands Off

Author's Note

this is the future you chose, dont say i didnt warn you

I might add a chapter onto this some other time if I'm bored. w/e

Hands Off

You huff and cross your arms as Rainbow pawed at you like a needy infant. Rainbow has dragged you out of your nice, warm home in order to meet a friend of hers. “No.” Isn’t a word in Rainbow’s vocabulary, as she kicked you out of bed and forcefully dressed you in your cheap clothes. You’ve come to expect it after a few months; Rainbow was your best friend after all.

“Why do I have to come?” You moan as you trudge along behind her.

“Because you need to get out more Anon!” The prismatic pony replied. “Nothing wrong with meeting new people.” You growl and swing at her. She lazily floats out of your reach before sticking her pink tongue out at you.

“Besides, we totally forgave her for nearly disemboweling Pinkie. She’s totally cool.”

Dash was a bit dense sometimes. You weren’t exactly filled with confidence about your mystery acquaintance; Rainbow had been very dedicated to keeping her lips sealed. Normally she could blab on for hours about Daring Do or the like.

Although she did manage to keep your… thing, a secret. Man that was an awkward conversation. Luckily she swore down to never tell another living soul about it. Still Dash was being conspicuously tight lipped about the whole affair; you can’t help but feel suspicious about it. All you know is that her name is Gilda.

You’re meeting in a field outside town. You don’t know why Rainbow isn’t taking you out for a meal or maybe a few drinks, it’d be a much better ice-breaker between you and Gilda than standing in an empty field. Then again Dash was never much good at social situations. “Hairless monkey!” She’d declared upon first seeing you.

The smell of manure fills your nose as the surrounding suburbs turn into empty grassland. You’ve been walking for a while now and have started to sweat slightly under the intense sun. You wipe a forearm against your forehead as Dash makes a sudden left. You stumble after her as she approaches a large tree.

You grin and walk ahead, setting yourself down against the rough bark. Staying inside sounded like a much better idea today, especially since it was so hot. Dash sits next to you and ruffles her wings, sending droplets of gross horse sweat at you. You push her away. “Stop it.” You complain, but the ruffling intensifies.

Before you can be soaked to the bone, a new set of flapping wings sound off in the distance. Dash hops up onto her hooves and walks further onto the field to meet them half-way. A brown blur melts away from the sun, revealing an impressive wingspan. You squint your eyes but the harsh light makes it difficult to take in the details of their appearance.

You sigh and knock your head against the tree, looking up at the leaves. Two sets of legs shuffle up to you, a hard hoof poking you in the stomach. “Hey Anon, this is Gilda.” You look down to say hello but the words die in your throat. A curious griffon looks back.

Dash you motherfucker.

Dash is struggling to hold back her mirth as you stammer slightly at the yellow eyed griffon. “H-hi.” You whimper as you take in her body. Vibrant white feathers adorn her upper body, dripping with sweat from a long day of flying, a powerful lions tail pounds against the ground impatiently, course yellow claws that walk the line between intimidating and cute, and most importantly, a pair of finely maintained paws.

This is why Dash wanted you to come out here, just to mock you for your acquired taste. The little black claws, the black padding! She knew that she’d get a rise out of you! You can’t help but imagine them wrapping around you cock and squeezing the life out of you.

Bad boner, down boy!

“Sup dweeb.” She responds. “What’s up? Never seen a griffon before?”

“No.” You answer, calming down slightly. “Nice to meet you.”

“Alright!” Dash hoof pumps the air. “What are we gonna’ do today?”

“How about a race?” Gilda suggests, smirking.

“What about Anon?”

“I’m good.” You interject. “You two go have your race, and then we can get a drink or something.” The two speed demons grin at each other before blasting off, sending a strong gust of wind directly at you. The cool air is a godsend. You sit back and relax, waiting for them to return. Almost half an hour later Dash and Gilda land back in front of you.

Both are panting from the effort. Gilda in particular catches your eye. Sweat dribbles down her chest feathers, small droplets hanging on for dear life, the smallest movement dislodging them and sending them to the ground.

“I am not going into town like this.” Gilda says, shaking herself off slightly. The thick musk of wet fur fills your nose. You subconsciously sniff again, hoping to get another dose of the intoxicating scent. Dash twitches slightly, indicating that it wasn’t as subtle as you hoped. Gilda narrows her eyes, but her smile doesn’t falter.

“You got a shower tubby?” Gilda sneers. You nod dumbly and stand up. Gilda is bigger than Dash, but dash only just reaches waist height. It’s strange being taller than everybody else. Gilda only just reaches up to your stomach, but she’s much longer too.

Dash seems to see what Gilda is playing at and doesn’t interfere. You don’t really know what they’re up to. They must be planning something, a prank maybe.

“Alright, I’ll come get you guys in an hour. Then we can go out on the town.” Dash concedes. “Let’s hurry it up though.” She turns tail and rockets away, presumably back to her cloud house.

Gilda turns to you. “Come on dweeb.” She grabs your sleeve and pulls you with her. “Dash showed me where your place is.”

“Why can’t you shower in Dash’s house?” You ask.

“Because that’s boring, duh! I want to see what your house is like.” She leaves no room for argument, glaring at you like a piece of well cooked meat. “You’ll do nicely.” She hisses under her breath, too quiet for you to hear.

You open the door and walk in, not bothering to close it again. The welcoming embrace of the couch meets you as you flop down onto it. Gilda scoffs and looks around a bit, investigating all of your photos and belongings. Your home is very plain; you didn’t have much to fill it with due to your short stay.

“Boring.” She quips frowning at the plain walls.

“I haven’t had any time to decorate.” You counter from your position face down on the couch. You hear the soft plodding of her padded feet move towards you. A new weight settles on the opposite side of the couch. You sit up and kick your feet back on the coffee table.

“Aren’t you going to use the shower?” You ask, snickering at her dog like sitting position, hind legs down, using her claws to hold herself up. She yawns and stretches, the strong muscles underneath her brown fur rippling and tensing in reaction.

“Hmmm. Not yet.” She says simply, scooting up to you. Her downy feathers tickle at your exposed arm. Your heart speeds up due to the close proximity of the admittedly attractive bird. She leans over to your ear, her sharp beak poking at the vulnerable flesh. “Besides, I thought you liked me sweaty.”

You sit in stunned silence as Gilda mentions your biggest fetish. She leans back and falls onto her back, revealing her tight furry slit and a pair of small nipples poking through her fur. Her paws rub against your thighs, staining your jeans with sweaty patches. “Go to town Dweeb. I need a nice paw massage after all that walking.”

You reach forwards and grab one in your hands. The damp, matted fur feels odd against your warm hands. The leathery padding is covered in dirt and studded with small rocks. That must be uncomfortable you think. Gilda leans back and prods you with the other, goading you to continue. You carefully pinch one of the rocks and tug it away. It easily comes out, leaving a small indent in its place. Gilda sighs, so you must be doing something right.

You focus on the task at hand. Picking away various pieces of debris that has built up on the bottom of her feet. Gilda lets out a throaty purr as you rub away the indentations and blemishes. Her tail wags happily between your thighs, rubbing against your hardening cock. Thankfully Gilda doesn’t seem to notice your jean enclosed member.

You gently lay down the first and move to the next, repeating the same process from before. “You’re pretty good at this.” Gilda moans, shuffling slightly. “So much better than doing it myself.” You blush slightly at her praise. The layer of sweaty that had built up between her toes had seeped onto the surface. It was a strong smell that infested your nostrils like a wet dog, but much, much better. Your already turgid cock strains even harder as hey claws flex and wiggle under your ministrations.

You toss the last piece of stone onto the carpet, leaving her paws in pristine condition. You decide to go a step further and grind your strong fingers into them, applying pressure around the edges and center. Gilda’s purring grows in pitch and volume, her chest heaving. “H-holy crap dweeb.” She pants. Her tail slows, trailing down the seam of your pants and rubbing against your rock hard cock.

She stops, her eyes widening. A wicked smirk grows on her beak as she sits up again. “You’re getting off to this aren’t you?” You hesitantly nod your head. “Wow, Dash didn’t tell me you were such a Perv.” You wince at her accusation, your head drooping. It’s over! She’s going to tell everybody and they’ll think of you as that weirdo with the sweaty foot fetish for the rest of your days.

A paw meets you hallway, smearing your forehead with cold sweat. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not about to let anybody else know about my new toy.” The paw stays in place, preventing you from wallowing in despair. “Dash never told me we had so much in common. She can be so dense sometimes.”

A furry toe is shoved into your lips. “Get cleaning.” She demands, cruel eyes boring into you. Your cock twitches happily in response. You open your mouth as the clawed digit slips inside. Your mouth is filled with the tangy taste of griffon sweaty. The sharp black claw pokes at your tongue, forcing you to wrap around and avoid it.

The position is awkward, forcing you to lean down. The neck pain is worth it though. The cold sweat trapped in her fur is squeezed out by your inquisitive muscle. You swallow it down, enjoying the salty flavor of hard work. Gilda had started purring again, a sound you were coming to enjoy from your brief interaction so far.

You sucked the middle claw dry, before popping it from your mouth a moving onto the next. Each subsequent claw is equally drenched. You grab Gilda by the ankles and drag her across the sofa. She squawks and struggles for a moment before realizing your intention. You hold her upside down, her paws shoved in your face and the back of her head resting against your throbbing boner. This gives you easy access to the rest of her feet while avoiding the neck pain.

Your tongue beings to probe everywhere else. You start with the dips between each toe, tickling her by giving light lashings before moving in for the kill and really cleaning out every pore and hair. The sensation of hair in your mouth isn’t pleasant, and you have to take a break every so often to pull out wads of hair that had come off, but everything else more than made up for it.

Unfortunately you soon ran out of feet to clean. Sensing that the gig was over, Gilda flips over with a sudden wing flap placing her back first against your broad chest. She purrs and rubs her head affectionately against you. “That was awesome.” She whispers breathlessly. “Never found anybody that’s wanted to do that before.”

She reaches down and grips your member. You gasp as the material rubs against your sensitive shaft. “What do we have here?” She asks quietly. “It’s only fair that I return the favor.” She pulls down your zip, before threading your cock through the hole leaving it to stand proudly. “Bigger than a griffon.” She comments, rubbing it up and down painfully slow. Her claws are perfect for a hand job, the rough yellow surface providing the perfect amount of friction.

Right now, you don’t want a claw job. You reach down and pull her away. She looks up in confusion before you reach down and nudge her paws. Her eyes light up in recognition. “Good idea.” She growls.

Both paws quickly shoot up and wrap themselves around your meat. The sharp tipped claws digging in slightly and applying pressure. The simple risk of getting your dick cut up only makes it more exciting. Your dick twitches between them, leaking a copious amount of pre down onto her paws. “Ugh, you got them messy again.” She observes, not actually annoyed about the prospect of another cleaning.

Gilda clearly doesn’t know how to do this. She hesitates slightly before slowly moving them up and down. The pads supply a good amount of traction, tugging at the skin of your cock. You groan and lean back as Gilda rubs you slowly. You reach around and grasp her midsection, pulling her tight against you.

She grows in confidence, slowly picking up the pace and the soles of her paws become lubed up from the pre leaking from your swollen cock-head. “Are you gonna’ help me out asshole?” she grunts. You look down to see her swollen cunt leaking profusely. “Just, jam something in there already!”

You oblige, taking two of your fingers and spreading her outer lips, she gasp and squirms as you tease her, tugging at them and stroking them between both fingers. She jerkily resumes her paw job, grunting and quaking as her muscles spiral out of control. You stick them together and push in. You’re surprised at just how tight her tiny furry pussy is.

Her walls clamp down as your fingers only reach in half-way. Gilda laughs as you try to push further. “Don’t bother, too tight.” She grunts. “Told ya’ they have small dicks.” You roll your eyes and decide to push your luck. The strong inner muscles squeeze and suck at your fingers like a leech. You push them apart, slowly stretching her insides. “Oh shit!” Gilda screams. “Do that harder!”

Gilda’s paws are moving at a blinding pace now, and you find yourself close to the end. You apply more force, slowly pulling the inner walls apart. You being to pump your hand in and out, holding her midsection even tighter as you both reach the end. Gilda pants and squirms, a fresh layer of sweat having built up over her body. Both of you are completely drenched. “Holy shit I’m close, just a bit more, more, more!”

Your arm begins to get tired as you pump furiously into her tight cunt. You can’t help but imagine what it would be like to stick the tip of your fat cock inside the hungry maw, not even able to get half the length inside before blowing a fat load inside her. If you keep this up…

She screams like an eagle, squirting musky liquid across your fingers and onto the coffee table. Her claws tighten, trapping your twitching cock and bringing you to an explosive climax. A blast of cum hits the table before petering out and dribbling down between her toes. It’ll be a bitch to get that out of her fur.

She growls, taking your mouth with her own. Her hard beak makes it hard to actually kiss, but the intent is still there. She takes in a big gulp of air, releasing your now flaccid cock and allowing it to lay limp against your pants. She holds her paws up, separating the toes to show off the thick strands of jizz that connected them.

“You got my paws dirty Anon, be a dear and clean them up.” You smile and lay her back at your side, cradling a paw in your hand. You hesitate to eat your own cum, but a quick jab from Gilda forces you to suck the semen covered toe, swallowing a combination of fresh, warm sweat and sour juices. “Good boy.” She purrs, her bushy tail rubbing against your dirty cock bringing it back to life. “Already?” She asks in surprise.

“Yeah.” You answer in-between sucks.

“Dash is gonna’ have to wait. We’ve got some work to do.” You grin, maybe having Gilda around isn’t so bad after all. It even gives you something to busy yourself with.

"What the hay!" Shouts a scratchy voice from the doorway. Dash standing there with an open jaw.

"H-hey Dash." You greet nervously. Her eyes are focused on your now hard cock, almost hungrily.

"Why did you guys leave me out!" She complains, stamping a hoof.

"Shut up Dash." Gilda moans as you fondle her paws passively. "Get over here for the second round!"

You're going to be very, very busy.