A Chapter In Which The Title Comes Into Play
The sound of large claws repeatedly slamming into clouds is unmistakable. The only thing even vaguely similar to it is the sound of selkies putting on their skin while suspended in jello. Thankfully, since we've all been in situations where we've heard these sounds at least twice in our lives, I don't need to explain what they sound like to my readers.
Dash awoke with a start to this describable noise, scratching the back of her head tiredly as her sleep addled mind tried to put together who she knew with claws the size of cars.
Ah. Her.
Her mind finished boggling, slamming memories together with the force and hastiness of a child with legos trying to finish a build before dinnertime. She rolled out of bed, then, since her entire house was made of one of the softest materials known to ponies and she didn't feel like getting up, continued rolling all the way out her bedroom and down the stairs. Her suspicions were confirmed when, while rolling past a window that was really just a hole she tore through the clouds, she was suddenly accosted by a golden eye twice her size peering through it.
"Dash, what the hell are you doing?"
Now, to those who may want to be a gryphon when they grow up, there is a very important thing you need to know; gryphons grow like weeds on horse shit. Gryphons grow like they've been hung upside down from a tree every day since they were chicks. Gryphons grow like Big Bertha. Gryphons fucking grow.
Nobody is quite sure why they grow as fast and and as large as they do. It's hypothesized that they were made that way by god, who wanted to use one as characters in her soft vore fanfiction but was squicked out by same size vore, but that's just hearsay (more specifically you hear, I say), and discussing God's fetishes is considered a trinitarian heresy in most equestrian churches.
Irregardless of reason, gryphons grow fucking fast, and there's only one gryphon who knows Dash well enough to call her Dash without getting decked (I'm exempt, because Dash is a fairly common name and if someone happens to read this over my shoulder I don't want them to know I'm writing my little pony fanfiction by explicitly calling her Rainbow).
After all these years, after not hearing hide nor hair nor feather of her since Flight Camp, Grizelda "Gilda" Behertz was playing Dash's house like a drumset and peeping through her window.
Dash quickly pulled herself off the floor, speeding through the house to her balcony and skidding to a stop at the railings, or at least trying to, only to get caught by the friction of cloud floor and falling on her face. As soon as she pulled herself up from the second pratfall of the night, she finally got to see her old classmate in full view.
Gilda hung in midair, semi sized wings lazily beating the sky around her as she clutched onto Dash's house, tipping it towards her slightly. Her body had bulked out since flight camp, powerful muscles pushing out from under her calves and barrel. Her eyes were each the size of Dash herself, brilliant amber boring into her soul, hardened, yet softening as her old friend came into view. Even as a kid, back when Dash knew her, she had been around the size of a minivan, but by this point in her lifespan was beyond titanic, waist lined up with the floor of Dash's house as her hindlegs dangled below and still peering down at her friend's balcony.
"Well if it isn't Rainbow Responsibility Danger CutiePie Dash, in the flesh." Gilda's head crashed down, nearly tearing through the balcony as it came to a rest on the rail. One exhale blew Dash's hair back, forcing her to close her eyes before responding.
"It's starting to bother me that you still know more about my full name than I do, Gil."
"You don't forget names like that, Dash. Not even those belonging to friends that leave you all alone in a strange country as soon as they graduate." She pouted, pointing her beak out.
"Some of us got jobs, you know."
"Yeah, the ones who weren't big enough to help participate in property insurance frauds."
Dash tilted her head, genuinely stumped. Well played, in the same way winning an argument about whether Michael Meyers or Freddy Krueger would win in a fight by vehemently talking about how much you'd peg both is well played. It's a victory, but at what cost?
"So what brings you to the stratosphere?" Dash quickly changed the topic with the smoothness of a cat's tongue.
"Do I need a reason to see a friend?"
"You do when it's the middle of the night, Gilda."
"It's afternoon in Manehattan."
"That would be beyond awesome if we lived in Manehattan, but it's not, so it's just a normal awesome. And keep in mind, for me that's not very high; awesome is my default."
"Where's just normal cool?"
"Cool is on thin fucking ice."
Gilda rolled her eyes impatiently, flicking her tongue out at Dash and bringing some much needed action to break up the walls of dialogue.
"Good to see someone hasn't matured since Flight Camp."
"You're one to talk, I'm surprised you've gone this long without calling me-"
"I can think of one way I've matured, dweeb." Gilda slowly leaned in closer, a predatory grin overtaking her, showing off those fucking weird teeth she has in her beak. What the fuck??
Dash's 'horny night visit transition' senses tingled. "I, uh, think I can see where this is going, Gil."
"Hey, I respect consent. It can stop right now if you just say you don't want it."
Dash thought it over for a minute, a clearly difficult struggle, before her better side won out in the battle of "It's midnight" and "Hrrrrngh gryphon... sexy"
"I'm not... not saying no. But I'm also not saying..."
Gilda's tongue lolled out, laying flat at Dash's forelegs, before the warm blanket slowly creeped up her form, rolling her tongue to gently cup the pegasus's chin when she reached it. She held Dash's paralyzed, blushing face in her view for a second before removing her tongue with a flick across the face.
"Alright... I don't know what weird fetishes you've developed since you left flight camp-"
"-I thought it was rather obvious..."
"...But I'm willing to participate." Dash finished slowly, taking a cautious step forward towards the cave sized beak. The edges lifted up confidently, and it began to creak open like a trapdoor.
Various tiny white points pointed inwards from the top and bottom, jutting out from the pink flesh. A glistening thin tongue led backwards into darkness, curved into a long v shape up to the end. Ridges lined the palate, surrounding a small hole in the center of it. While hard to see in the blackness, the white of her feathers seemed to linger on the edges of the inside of her beak, wide open for Dash to see inside. Hot air hit her face, and she unconsciously leaned back. A number of things could have led to her suddenly shivering then, but she wasn't too concerned about finding the cause; she was more interesting in hammering down the longing to slide down the predatory gullet in front of her to save pride and lamenting that she never would've lasted a day in the times before pone became the dominant species, somehow.
"Are... are you really going to hang off my house the whole time you throatfuck me?" Dash stuttered, mind jumping to the second thing she thought of.
Gilda's beak slammed shut as she snorted. "What's the alternative, climbing inside?"
"Alright... fair..."
Dash took a tentative step forward, virginity clear in her unease and unsureness. Voreginitity, holy shit, that just came to me. I need to write that down somewhere, that's fucking hilarious. This didn't evade Gilda's notice, and she quickly formulated a way to accommodate this without losing the tough bird facade or the inherent sexiness of the moment.
"Take it easy, Dash... it's always nerve inducing the first time, but you'll get used to it..."
"The words of someone... of someone whose never found anyone big enough to get in this situation with."
"Okay... yeah, now it's my turn to say fair, but just remember I care for you." Gilda paused, beak closing again, thinking something through. "You know what tends to make me feel better when... dick, don't tell anyone I said this, but you know what makes me feel better on the rare cases when I get nervous?"
"Biting someone?"
"Ha! Normally, but that doesn't really work here." Dash gulped at the confirmation of her joke.
"But no," Gilda continued, "I talk."
"You must be nervous a lot."
"No, smartass, talking is just my default mode, and so, it seems, is yours. You trick your brain into thinking this is a normal situation by talking as if it were, and in doing so, you get to experience the full emotion of the moment without nervousness getting in the way. When it does. And in this case, the emotion is.... I'm hot."
Dash ignored the last part, nodding rapidly. "What do I talk about?"
"Anything that helps you calm down. Don't stop; just keep talking, and as you slide inside, you'll start to calm down." Gilda smiled reassuringly without breaking her DreamWorks face.
Dash thought for a second, before nodding. When the beak opened again and she was race to face with the lolling tongue and pulsing muscles, she was ready, and took a more confident step forward.
"So, at the end of the first Kingdom Hearts, Sora frees Kairi's heart by stabbing himself with the keyblade, and in turn becomes a nobody and a heartless, the latter of which stays in Hollow Bastion."
Her hoof came down on the tongue, feeling it give beneath her with a barely audible squelch. She shifted her foreleg up and down to test the give, before placing her other foreleg beside it on the thin pink ribbon.
"But the problem with this is, the games make it very clear that in order for a somebody to return to being, both the nobody and the heartless have to be killed."
Dash leaned forward, immediately slipping, chin landing on the soft wet floor. She took a second to lay there, just lay there, just forget the world. The fishy air washed against her, tiding like a wave, distant gurgles sounded from the darkness stretching in front of her, and she could feel every bump beneath her fur. Eventually, her tentativeness wore off, and she began to pull herself forward in an army crawl, growing used to and even beginning to enjoy the rough silk being dragging along her belly. The walls around her pulsed, and she felt the cool air from outside rush in, chilling her saliva covered form to the bone. There was no time to take advantage of Gilda's lapse in domination with a well timed tease; that breath was already being put to use.
"We later find out that his nobody is alive and well, taking the form of Roxas and living among Organization XIII. So how is it possible for his somebody and nobody to exist at the same time?"
The shutting of the beak erupted from all around her, sounding much like a lightning strike would sound if Thor was a Touhou boss. Her instincts flared as she was shut into darkness, automatically resorting to her other senses. The resulting overload of alien feelings around her gave her a euphoria less understandable than the one she experienced while listening to the Donkey Kong Country 2 soundtrack. The smell lingered in the air around her and clung to individual hairs on her back, the tongue beneath her supported and cradled her, almost seeming to rock like a magic carpet holding her aloft in a great void she couldn't begin to grasp the size of. Even the dripping and orgasmic moans around her did nothing to tarnish the twin feelings of freedom and confinement, her body trying to convince her she was flying and dying at the same time. Nothing could bring her closer to emanatizing a personalized eschaton than the feeling she experienced sitting alone, in a caring and loving maw for the first time.
"And this... and this is, of course, ignoring the fact that there is totally no way Kairi could've realized that random heartless was Sora... or the deus ex mechanica of her bringing him back to life."
Then it came; the deep, throaty *glk* from directly ahead of her. Were it any other parcel being swallowed down, Gilda would've taken time to taste it; really taste it, fling it about inside her, pin it to the ceiling and floor, explore every inch of it. But this was an old friend; too many spikes and ridges lined the inside, and a bath among them would be akin to poledancing on stalagmites. Instead, she took initiative, and brought Dash to the next part of her sensual exploration of body and mind. Her head felt pressure from every angle as it was pulled into a flexing starfish of meat, and she began to slide down. Rings and rings of muscle slid around her, and the entire tunnel throbbed and pulsed as she passed through it, a dash between shameless fondles and gentle caresses. Halfway through, the wall she faced caved in as a giant claw pressed it from the outside, feeling her progress as she made her way into the oblivion.
"And... what about... Kairi? She had Naminè as a nobody... which totally breaks the naming scheme... but no... heartless...."
Her words faded even to herself. She didn't need them anymore.
The world around her was one of impermanence and heat. No surface remained solid for more than a second, and sweat clung to Dash's every pore. She was born into it as a newborn babe, into a pool of waters and acids that fizzed like carbonation, rather than acids that could destroy iron, which was what they were, but not to Dash, for she was pone and not iron. The thrums of a heartbeat banged rhythmically above her, which, combined with the soft moans of the organ's owner, translated the swaying of the world into a tender lull to sleep, and the gurgles into the soothes of a large monster which doesn't really understand what calms ponies, but is trying its best. To Dash, the world around her was one that loved her, and any world that takes in something it cannot begin to understand but recognizes the universal cries of a being left out in the cold is a world worth succumbing to. So succumb she did, letting the plane of reality fade as she drifted into a deep and restful slumber.
As Dash experienced this nirvana inside, Gilda experienced something different outside that I cannot explain, because there were no words on Celestia's green earth that could explain how world shatteringly horny she was.
While the noises she made may have sounded like soft moans to her stomach's inhabitant, to everyone else they sounded like the dying squaks of a bird being fisted to death, which was very similar to what it actually was.
Her screeches to the heavens bought Ursas in far caves to tears, and awoke babies in the town she passed over as she lay writhing and croaking in orgasmic bliss atop the roof of a floating house. The experience that brought a sexual awakening to Dash brought a rude awakening to everyone else in a thirty mile vicinity and every dolphin in a four hundred mile vicinity. Gilda's noises and poses were about the least sexy thing for civilization to see and hear at 12:16 PM at night.
Gilda decided to stay in town for a few days.
Author's Note
Let's play "uploading a fetish fic online late in the night with little editing" again, because it went well last time.
