The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.
“Dweebs,” Gilda spat out as she soared across the sky. “All of them, especially Rainbow Dash. How could she go and spend time with, and actually like a bunch of sissy ponies like that?”
The gryphon glided on a thermal over the vast, expansive plains of western Equestria. High in the sky Celestia’s sun shined down on the rolling fields of grass. A gentle breeze blew through the plains below and cascaded the plants in an ever-flowing cycle. Like a pony’s mane.
“Ugh! I can’t believe that! Ponies are friendly my left primaries!”
Gilda tilted her wings and set to circling about, keeping herself in a rising column of warm air and gaining altitude. She winced when the sun glared into her eyes. Ignoring the irritation the predatory beast of myth pushed forward. She strained her wings against the heat and beads of sweat began forming on the gryphon’s brow. A knotted ball formed in the small of Gilda’s shoulders as time seemed to stretch on into infinity.
Inclining her head, she began gliding down in slow, eased circles. She scanned the ground with her golden eyes searching for an appropriate place to land. The gryphon’s brown primaries billowed in the wind as she zoomed towards the ground. Looking to the side she noticed a small wagon being pulled by a yellow earth pony in a vest and hat.
“Ah, somepony to take out my anger on,” the brown-and-white creature noted. The very edges where her beak met her face curved upwards, creating a smile.
Just then a spasm shot up her shoulders into her wings and Gilda cried out in pain. She entered into a freefall, she plunged towards the ground with ever increasing velocity as she tried to get her wings to cooperate. She pulled up just in time to begin dragging her legs along the ground. She flipped head-over-talons until she skidded to a stop by the wagon.
The driver turned around and saw Gilda laying there on her stomach.
“Golly!” he exclaimed. he quickly unhitched himself from the wagon and trotted over. The earth pony tentatively prodded the massive creature with a hoof. “You alright there uhh...”
Gilda’s eyes snapped open, seeing the pony there, her immediate response was, “Get the heck away from me you stinking pony!”
“Stinking? Shucks, I shower quite regularly in my opinion. All the ladies back at Appleloosa say so,” the earth pony chuckled.
“Not the point,” Gilda hissed as she stood up, “I still want you gone.”
“Now why would you want that? You don’t even know me!” the earth pony said. “Oh, but where are my manners! I’m Braeburn, Braeburn Apple.”
“Don’t care.” Gilda turned to go when another wave of pins and needles plagued her wings. “Gah!”
“Are you alright miss?” Braeburn asked concernedly and once again stepped towards the gryphon.
“Ugh! YES! Just peachy!”
“Really?” the yellow pony asked.
“No,” Gilda answered. “I have this stupid cramp in my wings and shoulders.”
She slumped to the ground and sighed. “Guess I’ll just have to wait it out.”
“Well that’s fantastic! I was thinking of setting up camp.” He looked up at the sky. The sun had turned a beauteous pink as it settled over the horizon, casting wavy distortions over the land in the distance.
“Fine then, just don’t talk to me,” Gilda requested.
“I suppose I’ll just talk at you then, Ms....” Braeburn chuckled. "I don't think I caught your name!"
The tawny fledged gryphon rolled her eyes. "Gilda," she responded morosely.
Gilda lay on the ground and stretched her wings out slowly, ignoring the insufferable equine she was with. She winced as she looked at Braeburn unpacking some choice items from his wagon. Bending her head back, she preened some of her feathers. She looked out the corner of her eye as the earth pony set up a pile of firewood and set it alight with a set of flint and tinder. Soon a respectable blaze was set between the two. Braeburn set out two mats side by side and looked over at Gilda.
“You know it’d be more comfortable on this here blanket,” he said. Emphasizing his point, he patted the mat beside him with a hoof.
“Fine,” Gilda responded, “not like you’re going to shut up if I refused.”
The gryphon got up and walked to the mat, seating herself and staring into the fire.
“So what brings you to the prairies?” the yellow pony asked.
“Don’t want to— OW!” Her cramp acted up again.
“Here, let me help with that!” Braeburn said. Before Gilda could protest the earth pony began digging his hooves into her tense muscles.
“Hey! St—, ooooooohhhh, hhmmmm, that... that actually feels quite good.” The gryphon lay her head down as she let the farmer pony work at her tense muscles.
Braeburn pressed and massaged, forming circles, figure-eights, and occasionally rapidly bringing his hoof down on particularly hard muscles. Gilda turned her head to look at the pony, his bright coat was quite clean despite all the dust that would have accumulated from his travels. His hooves were well trimmed and he had a constant smile and glimmer to his eyes. Gilda began eyeing his shoulders, by gryphon standards they were muscular and toned, exactly the kind of traits Gilda liked. Wait, where did that come from? Gilda shook her head and looked off into the distance.
As Braeuburn continued massaging Gilda felt a new tension rising in her wings as they slowly unfolded against her will. Dammit! Gotta get him to stop that!
“Braeburn? Massage my back paws,” Gilda stated flatly.
“Sure thing, Gilda.” The pony obliged and stepped over to the lion paws of Gilda’s rear feat.
Gilda poked out her claws in hopes of deterring the pony. Braeburn set the left paw in his hoof and began pressing down with the other.
“Uheh!” Gilda let out a pleased expression before clamping her beak shut. Shit, this isn't good. He’s a pony Gilda! You’re supposed to hate being near him! But this feels soooo good.
Braeburn switched to the other paw and began massaging gently.
“Braeburn, why are you being so nice? I mean...,” the gryphon trailed off.
“Well, you don’t know me, so I’m sure whatever rough edges you have is about somepony else. I try not to judge based on first impressions, not since Appleloosa finally got along with the Buffalo.” Braeburn smiled and looked Gilda in the face. “Anywhere else you’d like?”
“Um... yeah, there’s this spot on my chest that’s a little cramped,” Gilda answered.
Braeburn stepped over to the front of the gryphon, ignoring the patch of darkened earth by her back paws. Gilda spread open her taloned forearms and let Braeburn begin massaging her chest. Ribs shifted in gratitude at the deep reaching touch of the farmer pony's muscular hooves.
“You’re right I guess, I do have some issues.” Gilda looked down at Braeburn. Her wings were fully extended and she no longer cared about the dull throb that remained from the cramp.
The yellow earth pony looked up and saw the eagle-lion staring at him. Her wings outstretched and her arms surrounding him. He coughed and gulped before speaking. “How are your wings doing?”
“Fine, but I think there’s a way you could help me become a little more... sociable. Interested?” Gilda put on the most seductive look she could muster, had Braeburn been a possum, he most likely would have played dead.
“Sure mam, how can I help?”
“Lay on your back,” she commanded.
Braeburn obliged and settled himself onto his mat once more. Gilda looked down at him, supine like a prey animal, he had a nervous smile on his mouth.
Gilda lowered her head towards the pony and parted her beak. She licked tentatively at Braeburn’s chest and began working her way upwards, tasting his coat as she went along. He had the taste of a golden delicious apple, fond memories of a roast pig filled Gilda’s mind as her beak met his lips. She stared into his eyes questioningly.
“Go ahead,” he said.
Without further prompting Gilda parted Braeburns lips with her tongue and moved it around. Braeburn participated, and began wrangling the oral appendage the best he could. The gryphon moaned into the pony’s mouth and shuddered. The yellow pony removed his hat and reached underneath Gilda’s wings and began massaging them. Gilda set her legs wider apart as she pulled her head back, extricating her tongue from Braeburn's. The two panted heavily as they looked at eachother once more.
Gilda scooched down and began licking Braeburn’s chest again, only this time she went in a downward path. Braeburn’s spire was poking out of his sheath. The gryphon smiled and stroked the apple member with her tongue. Braeburn let out a gasp at the touch. Gilda lowered her head over the swiftly stiffening rod and began sliding her tongue along the underside and over the head. She began enclosing her beak around the earth pony’s penis and gently touched the sides of his shaft.
Her long tongue coiled around his member, covering it with a small coating of saliva. She began bobbing her head up and down in a slow, rhythmic manner.
“Oh, sweet filly Celestia that feels good!” Braeburn yelled out.
Gilda growled deep in her throat, the vibrations stimulating the air around Braeburn’s now engorged and solid member, pushing him closer to the edge. The feathered predator began moving her head faster and faster, pushing Braeburn to the cliffs of ecstasy. Braeburn ceased massaging Gilda’s shoulders and grasped at her head, bringing it down on his crotch hard as he found sweet release.
Braeburn’s seed shot outward into Gilda’s mouth and she swallowed quickly, the sweet taste teasing her tongue and throat as she lapped it down. A few moments later the last shots spurted out and Braeburn was left panting on the ground.
“Suppose its time I returned the favor?”
Gilda looked up at him and nodded, a smile tugging at the edge of her beak. She lifted herself off of the pony and lay on her side. Braeburn walked over and lowered his head to her happy place. He tongued at the opening and teased the lips. He stroked her clitoris gingerly before going back to the slit and sliding in his tongue.
“Uuuuunnnnhhh!” she moaned, her back paws kicking out slightly.
Braeburn began dipping his tongue in and out, going deeper and deeper by minutiae. He started wiggling his oral muscle in circles as her worked around inside the gryphon’s glorious gorge. Soon his muzzle was buried into Gilda’s crotch and he rubbed it against her little nub. Her juices began seeping out and soaking the yellow stallion’s nose. He pulled out and took a deep breath before plunging back in with vigor.
Gilda began feeling a wave of heat begin at her toes and begin working towards her nethers. When it reached her snatch she felt a balloon of pressure begin expanding within her. She gloried in the feeling of another moving about inside of her. The pressure kept building as Gilda began gyrating her hips about, soon the tension snapped and Gilda threw her head back.
“SCREEAGH!” A piercing screach tore out of the gryphon’s throat in a mix of ecstasy and pleasure. Braeburn kept licking at her for a few moments more, dragging out the orgasm for Gilda’s benefit.
Braeburn pulled out and stared at himself, his tree was mighty again and he looked at Gilda who was panting on the ground, small bits of dust flying around her face.
“You... wanna... go... in?” the aerial hunter gasped.
Nodding, Braeburn waited for the gryphon to stand up. Gilda lifted up on her haunches and flicked her tail out of the way, brushing the pony’s nose. Her exposed folds invited Braeburn in and he brought himself to lay on top of Gilda. Finding a good position with his hooves massaging Gilda’s wings, the farmer stallion positioned himself. His rock-hard cock brushed the edges of Gilda and soon he parted the lips and slid smoothly in with the aid of Gilda’s spit from her previous tongue work.
The two stood there for a moment. The bird was reveling in the feeling of fullness that came with the girth within her. Soon Gilda moved her hips and clenched her leg muscles, tightening up as she did so. Braeburn began rocking back and forth and stroking Gilda’s wings. Grinding himself against her. The pony gritted his teeth and started moving in an irregular pattern. The change startled the gryphon and she sighed in pleasure as the anticipation of what he was going to do washed over her. The pony pulled in and out repeatedly, and punctuated the action with the occasional pause, change in pace, or wiggle to the side.
Gilda began gyrating her hips as a certain order became apparent in the stallion’s movements. She pulled away slightly as he did the same, and slammed herself back onto him as he made his return. His thigh slapped on her buttocks and the warmth began spreading through her toes again. Soon a familiar pressure built within each of them.
“Are you getting there?” Gilda asked.
“Yup!” the stallion replied.
“Good, 'cuz I don’t think I can—!”
Gilda shut her beak tight as a wave of pleasure worked over her entire body, cascading her in a waterfall of joyous orgasm. The earth pony kept bucking at her hips as her claws dug into the ground beneath her claws. Braeburn kept going as the pleasure subsided. He reached underneath her wings and began massaging again. A balloon formed in Gilda as the strong hooves worked at the sore muscles of her outstretched wings. It popped again and Gilda screamed out as convulsions racked her body for the third time that night.
Even then Braeburn kept pounding away at her.
“I thought you said you were close?” Gilda said between breaths.
“I’ve been holding back, want me to go?”
“YES!” she yelled. She wanted to feel him come inside of her, to let her inner self feel a connection with someone else.
Braeburn moved his hooves to Gildas haunches. He grappled with her sides and began working her hips along his own in a faster, more powerful manner as Gilda lent her strength to his efforts. Braeburn could feel a shot flow through and past the curtains of the predator below him. As the hot liquid struck the sides of Gilda’s pussy she felt another shock go through her system.
“AAAAAAHHHH!” she screamed. Her lungs ached, her legs ached, every inch of her body was pushed to oblivion and brought back again as grey filled the edge of her vision. Her legs collapsed underneath her, detaching herself from Braeburn.
Gilda rolled onto her side. “That was... amazing! Ponies are... alright... I guess.”
“You were pretty good yourself, all your little grunts and growls really got me hot.” Braeburn sat beside her and she extended a wing over him. The warm downy feathers brushed against Braeburn’s cheek as he lay his head into her side.“So, wanna tell me why you thought so little of ponies?”
“I thought they were all dweebs, that they couldn't be brave or cool,” Gilda answered. “But you? You’re amazing, I never had four orgasms in one go. Not to mention the fact that you weren't turned off by my insulting you, and doing everything I could to be intimidating.”
“Intimidating? Shucks, that’s just foreplay where I’m from!” the yellow stallion responded.
“Maybe I’d like to see your village.” Gilda turned her head to look into the earth pony's deep and glimmering eyes..
“That’d be nice, but for now,” Braeburn said, “let’s sleep.”
