Filthy Frank: Fractured Facade

Sometimes, Frank had rather enjoyed Equestria. It was less shitty than the Earth he knew. It was less cramped and populated with swaglords up the wazoo. So one thing Frank always enjoyed was the peace and quiet in the mountains.

But, alas, his thinking space was occupied by feathered pussy. Her name was 'Grillda' or something. Frank grew tired of her hollering and bitching about how good her furry scones were. Why would furries make scones. And why would Grillda push a cart all the way out of Griffonstone to some lake bed layered in garbage.

"Hey, bird slut. Are you my forced romance." He asked, undoing his zipper.

"W-woah what the hell are you doing, dweeb? Are you some kind of retard or somethin'?" Gilda gasped, leaping backwards and shielding her eyes.

"I dunno, I just thought you were poorly-written and didn't serve any purpose but empty sex appeal and bad dialogue. Isn't that usually how pony porn works?"

Gilda smacked him backwards with her firm, beating griffon wings. Dirt, feathers and scone crumbs filled his mouth. He gagged and spit the debris away, tense and sour in every part of his body, even his AIDS-ridden ass.

"No it's not, you jackass... Just because it's fanfiction doesn't mean it's complete shit. I mean, have you even read My Little Dashie?! Or Bittersweet!? I bet you don't even know who Hotsauce is!"

Gilda pressed her talons down and pinned him against the mountainous terrain.

"Ow, fuck! That shit is sharp, Gryffindor! Can't you like pin me down on some grass or something?!"

"No! Because I don't like jackasses like you!" Gilda roared, bright crimson and fumbling atop his chest.

Frank rolled his eyes and ignored Silver Spoon holding up a white 'fuck her' sign behind some bushes. Clearly, he was supposed to come to terms with Derpy's death and have sex to nullify the pain. But holy shit, he thought; that was shallow as fuck. People didn't magically heal from bumping cocks and pussies. Grief was a strong, lasting impression. Sure there was usually romance in clopfics, at least the self-aware ones; but Frank had never read those.

"Yo, Gilldoor, or whatever your name is, let's fuck." He said, gripping her hips and drawing a cry of heat.

Filthy Frank undid his pants already and flicked her lips apart with his cock. His crown would slide between her and lick the entrance with pre-cum. Frank was barely erect, but all her moaning and growling warmed him up. A squirt of tension shot out her slit as Frank pierced her. Gilda was wobbling and collapsed densely against his sternum. A hot, oily clap had started be tween her legs and she shut her eyes to ignore it.

"F-fuck... Are humans always this hung...?" She squawked, tensing with every thrust.

Gilda curled into herself, trembling desperately against Frank. Filthy Frank was in her womb. Because wow if anyone could reach that it was an Asian comedian, because those were notorious for dick size, weren't they. Despite her empty mind, or the heat between her hindlegs melting it away, she couldn't believe she was satisfied. Frank was thick enough to make her pussy lips cling. Her lips were stuck around him and folded awkwardly when he pounded her balls-deep. Deep, sweeping strokes kissed her womb. And she screamed in hot, anxious pleasure. He was in her womb. He was melting her and thrusting while she came.

"Aaaaah! Fuckfuckfuck!"

"What's the matter, Gilda? Are you enjoying this more than you should be?" He teased, reading the cue card Silver Poon was flashing.

Hard, gutteral grunts slipped her throat. Gilda clutched his shoulders and groaned over and over. Every thrust earned one, wet clap and a squirt of girlcum. It was Gilda's first full-body orgasm. The sheer weight of every plunge shoved the juice out her snatch.

Frank clasped her rich, velvet griffon hips, intoxicated by all her squawking. Gilda would alternate between shrill bird noise and gruff tomboy groans. Gilda's will to fight had broken. She shut her eyes and clamped down on Frank's prick. A trembling, constricting tunnel forced his cream from leaving his cock. He cursed and tore his meat out her girlpocket.

"What are you-" Gilda panicked, squawking harshly as he had his way with her ass.

Frank pounded her with wide, storming claps that jiggled her everywhere. Even her wings had fluttered desparately for something to cling against, to brace against. Gilda could only lay on her stomach when Frank had slipped away to work her ass from behind. She winced as he yanked her tail up. And she fought the urge to whimper when Frank forced her balls-deep. A hot, coiling tension struck her loins. Being held in-place and fucked against the wall, she was hopeless to pretend to hate it. Frank had shattered her vaginal nerves.

Gilda was struggling to stay upright. And eventually, all his hammering forced her legs to give way. Instead of doggystyle, or ponystyle, Gilda was mounted with her heart-shaped ass straight in the air. It occurred to her that, in the midst of drooling and glancing back, her insides were pumped with cum. Warm, resplendant fucking had deadened her cognition. So all she did was babble on about how good his dick was.

Gilda fell asleep using her beak, milking his frosting stick.