It was a nice, beautiful spring day. There were fluffy white clouds scattered throughout the sky. A gentle breeze wafted through the air.
Ink Hoof -- a grass green earth stallion with a dark blue mane -- laid stretched out on his back on the picnic blanket, staring up at the midday sky. He let out a contented sigh, enjoying the peaceful afternoon and the full stomach. Although he saw the clouds high above him, they were not what had most of his attention.
Up in the sky was a blur of motion. A streak of brown flew through the air, weaving among the clouds. There were loops, rolls, and even some spins. Sometimes the figure would weave around a cloud, other times it would pass right through them. As Ink Hoof watched, the streak turned and flew straight up. It climbed higher and higher, turning smaller and smaller until becoming little more than a dot before even that disappeared.
After a moment, the dot appeared again directly above the stallion. As it grew larger, so did his eyes. Tensing, he pressed down against the blanket, trying to make himself smaller and smaller. He watched as it continued to get closer, the features becoming clearer.
The griffon's eyes were narrow as she flew straight down at her target. Although "flew" was not actually the correct term. Her wings were pulled back against her, putting her in more of a free fall. Regardless, she was coming down directly at the lounging stallion.
Her wings flared out from her side, catching the air. She skimmed across the ground and right over the stallion, her tail flicking to run across his stomach. The flight continued, the griffon female making a large circle. She flew over the field and along the surface of the pond. Completing the circle, she came back and landed on the picnic blanket.
"'sup?" she asked with a smirk.
"Gilda," Ink Hoof growled, "you know I hate it when you do that."
"Awww," Gilda cooed, taking a hold of his face in her claw, "but you're so cute when you're frightened." She let go and took a step back. "Besides, if you hate it so much, why do you just lay there and let me do it?"
Ink Hoof's ears fell back as he let out a huff. He adjusted his glasses and glared at the griffon, but said nothing.
"That's, what I thought," she said with a chuckle. Her wings spread wide as she laid down on the blanket. Gilda stretched out as much as she could, sprawling out and taking as much space as she could. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the feel of the afternoon sun against her coat.
As she relaxed in a very feline looking manner, Ink Hoof could not help but check out her body. His gaze slid along her form, taking it in. Her feathers ruffled and shifted as she moved or from the breeze. Her golden brown coat glistened in the sun. Gilda's entire body was built of lean, powerful muscles that even her supposedly relaxed state looked taut and ready to spring.
What he noticed most was her backside. It was so firm and toned, so shapely. It was one of the best parts of following her, watching her shift and flex with each step, the way it swayed with each movement of her hips.
"Are you just going to sit there and stare like a dweeb," Gilda asked, "or are you going to do something?" Her head still rested on her front legs, her eyes closed. Her tail lashed as she shifted her hips, wiggling her shapely rump back and forth.
Ink Hoof looked away, his cheeks heating up with a blush. Was he really so predictable that she knew he was staring and what at? It was a little embarrassing to be caught, especially by a creature that did not even seem to be paying attention.
Despite himself, his gaze shifted back toward Gilda's wiggling butt, mesmerized by it. He licked his lips as he moved closer. Considering it from that angle, maybe it was not so bad if certain things were expected.
Gilda tensed, letting out a noise of surprise as she felt the playful nip on her rump. Smiling to herself, she let out a small noise of pleasure as she felt the nip turn into a series of kisses. A purr started to radiate from her chest as she shifted her hips, pressing her rump up against the snout that was working its way along the soft cheek and up toward the small of her back. Her tail flicked rubbing against the side of the stallion.
Reaching out, Ink Hoof pressed a hoof against the griffon's other cheek. Pressing down, he massaged the firm flesh as he continued to kiss his way up over the shapely butt as he made his way up to the base of her tail. Reaching it, he took a hold of it between his teeth and carefully bit down.
Getting a moan of pleasure in response, he bit down again before letting go. The stallion's hoof slid down Gilda's rump to stroke along her well-developed and muscular thigh. Pressing his body closer to hers, he started kissing his way up along her spine.
A moan of pleasure escaped Gilda as she felt the teasing kisses tracing along her back. Her tail lashed with excitement as she rocked her hips more, feeling her own arousal growing between her thighs. The large wings -- already stretched out -- started to rise as the muscles grew tense with excitement. Tilting her head to one side, she opened an eye to study the stallion against her. Her tongue ran along the edge of her back as she saw that he was in fact enjoying himself as well. She gave her tail a controlled flick, running it up along his thigh.
Ink Hoof gave one last kiss, placing it between the base of the wings. Slowly, he pulled away, letting his face rub along her body. Keeping a hoof on her hip, he gave a firm tug, encouraging the griffon to roll over onto her back.
Gilda did as requested, eager for what she knew was coming. She stretched out her front legs before placing them behind her head. Her toes curled as she spread her legs wide, exposing her private parts to the pony above her. Her eyes narrowed as she grinned, watching him. Her tail flicked up, the tuft tracing up along the inside of his leg and teasing the stallion's sack.
Pressing his head against her stomach, Ink Hoof gave right at the edge of the rib cage. He resumed kissing, working his way down along the griffon's stomach and toward her genitals. As he worked his way down, he moved back. The feline tail slid along the underside of his shaft, causing it to twitch.
"Alright," Gilda growled, "that's enough teasing."
Ink Hoof smirked and rolled his eyes, but did as he was asked. Moving down, he placed his head against her nether lips, rubbing along the length of them. He traced his way down then back up before placing a kiss on the top.
"I said don't tea-" The rest of Gilda's statement was cut off by a gasp of pleasure. She shifted as she felt the tongue sliding along her folds and over her sensitive nub.
"That's better," she purred out. She closed her eyes and stretched out, enjoying the feel of the sun on her body and the tongue licking her intimate areas.
Ink Hoof traced along the warm wet folds before reaching Gilda's clit. Slowly, he traced his way around the edges of it before pressing his tongue directly against the sensitive nub. There was a twinge of satisfaction as he felt her react to the sensation. Once again his tongue traced around the edges before sliding down along her slit and up again.
The purring grew louder with each lick, interrupted by a gasp of pleasure whenever direct contact with the sensitive nub was made. Shocks of pleasure shot through Gilda's prone form, causing her muscles to twitch as her excitement built. Her front and hind legs flexed, claws and talons digging into the blanket and tearing little furrows.
The tonguing continued to work. No longer tracing along the opening, Ink Hoof focused his attention on the griffon's clitoris. Ink Hoof alternated between giving long, slow licks that pressed down firmly on the sensitive nub, and quick light flicks across it.
Finally, Gilda reached her limit. A massive cry of pleasure escaped her throat as she climaxed. Powerful muscles tensed and twitched as sparks of pleasure burst through out her body. Feminine fluid escaped from her sex as it clenched down tight on nothing. She clamped her thighs down, holding Ink Hoof's head in place and grinding against him.
When her orgasm subsided, she went limp. Her thighs released her grip on the pony's head as she sprawled out, panting slightly.
"Turn over."
Gilda took a deep breath and grinned at the request, knowing what the stallion wanted next. Rolling over onto her stomach, she lifted her tail high as she raised her butt.
"You mean like this?" she teased. Once again, she began to rock her hips back and forth, wiggling her backside for his view. With each shift, she could feel more of her own fluids running down along the inside of her legs.
Grabbing a hold of Gilda, Ink Hoof tried to hold her still as he moved his body above hers. Adjusting himself to get a better grip on the griffon, the stallion brought himself above her, moving his chest and stomach along her back as he got into position. Nuzzling against the back of her neck, he brought the tip of his shaft against her.
Gilda tilted her hips, rubbing the tip of the shaft against her rump.
"I didn't say I'd make it easy for you," she said with a smirk. "You have to earn it." Feeling his movement, she continued to move her hips, rubbing the head of the equine shaft against her butt, but not letting it line up with her feminine sex just yet.
Warm air blew against Gilda's neck as Ink Hoof let out a snort of frustration. He gripped the back of her neck in his mouth as he pressed his body down, trying to pin her down. Gilda's cheeks heated up as she felt the grip on her, letting out a moan. Being slightly larger than the stallion -- and more muscular -- she could have easily pushed him off if she wanted. Except she did not want him to stop. In fact, he was doing exactly what she wanted.
"Good boy," she moaned out. Once again she moved her hips, this time shifting to make sure that the two of them were lined up.
The pair of them let out a noise of pleasure as they pushed toward each other: Ink Hoof snorting through his nose and Gilda letting out a feral growl. The head of the equine shaft slid easily into the well-lubricated depths of the feline pussy. The two continued to push toward each other, working to press against each other as Ink Hoof made his way deeper into Gilda's depths. They stopped once they were fully pressed against each other.
Adjusting his position, Ink Hoof gave one last push, making sure he is as deep into her as he can reach. He rocked his hips, grinding against the firm griffon butt and stroking the shaft against the wet walls gripping him tightly.
Letting out another moan, Gilda shifted as well. Her tail moved to wrap around the stallion's leg, holding it and trying to pull him closer. Eyes closed, she clenched her walls, squeezing the shaft tightly. There was a thrill of pleasure as she felt it twitch inside her.
With a grunt, Ink Hoof pulled backwards. His shaft gave a twitch of excitement as it started to slip free, leaking pre from the tip. Instead of pulling back all the way, he only did so to the medial ring. He then gave a fast, hard thrust, sinking his way back in once more with his hips slapping against the rump and pushing the griffon forward.
Gilda let out another growl as she felt the shaft pull back, and squeaked as it slammed back into her. Closing her eyes tightly, she squeezed down on him, trying to pull it deeper and hold it as it began to slip out once more. This time she pushed back as he thrust forward, her butt slapping against his hips audibly as they met once again. Adjusting her tail, she ran the tip of the tuft against stallions sac.
With each backwards tug, Ink Hoof pulled further and further out. Each time he thrust forward, he picked up the pace. The two moved back and forth, pulling apart and nearly slipping free before thrusting toward each other again. Each pump was met with a slap of their bodies meeting, grinding against each other a split-second before pulling apart once more.
Feeling that he was getting close to release, Gilda shifted. She changed the angle of her hips, increasing the pressure of her canal on his shaft. She then pushed back hard as he thrust into her and squeezed down on him with all of her inner strength.
The additional tightness and pressure was too much, causing the stallion to reach his limit. With one final thrust, Ink Hoof buried himself as deep into Gilda as he could reached. He gripped her tight as his body tensed with his orgasm. His length swelled and twitched as it unleashed massive shots of warm, sticky seed deep into Gilda's waiting depths.
"Good boy," Gilda moaned out as she felt the male's orgasm. She continued to rock her hips and squeeze her walls, working to coax every last bit of fluid from him that she could. It felt wonderful to her to have it inside her, and especially knowing that she caused him to react like that. It was almost disappointing when he began to pull out. Almost.
Slowly, Ink Hoof moved to slide off of Gilda's back, the shaft already shrinking down and softening as it slipped free. He stretched out, feeling the after-sex weariness filling his body, and laid down on his side. He let out a sigh as he enjoyed the feel of the sun and the afterglow of their pleasure.
"Eh," Gilda said with a shrug, "I've had better." She looked at him and smirked. "Still, that wasn't bad... for a pony."
Ink Hoof rolled his eyes at the statement, but said nothing. It had been irritating -- or even annoying -- in the past since she said it more often than not. Now he was pretty used to it. Besides, it was as close to a compliment about their sex life as Gilda was willing to get. Verbally, anyways.
With a flap of her wings, Gilda stretched out her body to work out the kinks and some of her own sexual exhaustion. Moving over to the stallion, she laid back down. She shifted and moved, adjusting herself so that her back was pressed against him and her head was nestled under his. She let out a chirp as one of his front legs wrapped around her and his chin rubbed against the top of her head.
Moments like this was when Gilda showed her actual feelings toward the stallion. She had taken to wanting to cuddle and snuggle with him when they slept or after having an intimate moment. Gilda would never admit it to another. In fact, the first few times they did, she threatened to kick his sorry flank if he ever dared to tell anyone about it. Still, the rather gruff and "cool" griffon seemed to enjoy being held and cuddled.
Once again, her tail moved to wrap around the Ink Hoof's leg, holding onto it. Gilda nuzzled back against him one more time, letting out a small sigh. Between the tiredness from their session, the warmth of the afternoon sun beaming down on them, and the feel of the stallion against her, the griffon found herself having trouble keeping her eyes open. Slowly, she let them close, surrendering herself to the feeling as she dozed off.
Author's Note
I don't know what happened. I tried out this random generator for My Little Pony. For whatever reason, the idea it created stuck with me and I just had to write a story based on it.
This took way more time than I had intended it to. It was just supposed to be a quick little thing I did in a day. Hopefully I did a decent job of keeping Gilda somewhat like her canon personality without getting too cliche, but also added some depth and originality to it.
