[AiE] Gilda wants to fuck

>You are Anonymous.
>And you are at home.
>Your comfy home, on your comfy couch.
>It may look like a pride of lions used this couch as a scratching tree but you don't really give a fuck about that.
>You take a glance out the window.
>The sun is in the middle of vanishing behind the horizon.
>On top of enjoying a cup of hot chocolate you also have a new issue of Daring Do at hand.
>Best kind of action adventure Equestria has to offer.
>The fire in the fireplace crackles gently while warming you as you read, you take a probing sip of your drink and-
“Eh, still too hot.”
>After some time you hear a loud screech outside, it sounds distant, like a hawk or an eagle whose shout echoes many times from the mountain's sides.
>Guess your girlfriend is on her way home.
>You put the cup in a safe location and lie back down on the couch, trying to finish the paragraph before she returns.
>The minutes become agonizingly long as you expect her to barge in any second now.
>Weird, she takes longer than usual.
>You almost got into that incredibly awesome comfortable position as your door finally gets knocked open with a loud bang.
>Gilda storms in.
>Along with a gust of cold air and an ominously grinning Applejack.
>The griffon takes a few steps and spies you on the couch.
>One of her talons points at you while sneering “C'mere and fuck me!”
>She is obviously drunk...or tipsy at least.
“You're drunk again? Applejack! Is that you're doing? I told-”
>Your intoxicated griff-friend makes a beeline for you and pulls you off the couch and into her, talons snare around your body and she crushes her beak into your face.
>Four times you had to visit a dentist already because of something like this.
>Not that you're complaining though, it's usually worth it.
>But not this time luckily, she misses your mouth completely and makes out with your ear instead.
>”Anon, I wanna fuck you so bad *haa* lets just...” Gilda leans her weight onto you, it would be no problem if she wouldn't block your footing with one of her hindpaws at the same time.
>And so you fall backwards.
>There are too many limbs around you for a really rough landing but the horny catbird on top of you still knows how to make the situation awkward.
>She starts undressing you immediately as soon as you touch the ground.
>Then you hear the door closing, thank the heavens.
>Applejack gone?
>A quick glance around confirms it.
>Good.
>Time for hot & steamy griffon sex.
>For a moment her claws roam free over your upper body before-
>Riiiiiiip-
>There goes your third shirt for this week.
>”Why d'you keep wearing stuff anyway?” her breath reeks of hard cider, but you can still pick up the playfulness in her words.
“Because I know you enjoy it.”
>You bury your hands in her fluffy white feathers and guide her beak to your mouth.
>She literally starts tongue-fucking you as soon as your lips meet her beak.
>It is still hard to believe how such a grumpy creature can possess such divine fluff, it's like...she allowed you to touch it once and it suddenly became your major fetish.
>The claws on her talons scrape along the skin on your sides as they slowly descend to your waistline.
>It sends shivers down your spine.
>Golden eyes focus on yours and she playfully bites your tongue, enough to hurt you only barely.
>When her claws get a hold of your pants her body firmly presses against yours, slowly she starts to get down.
>Sensually she rubs her body against your chest and belly while she glides down to work on your belt.
>Your hands never leave her downy feathers, scratching and caressing to please and get her into purr mode.
>You love it how her entire body gently quakes when she does that, it's as relaxing as a massage and she loves it too.
>Then the belt opens and she makes quick work of your pants, a considerable bulge is already straining your boxers.
>Lusty giggles escape her beak as her eyes spy that mound on your crotch.
>A rough yellow claw grabs your genitals and squeezes down a few times.
>A pleased grin forms on her face when your dick twitches vigorously in response.
>”Lively little guy, huh?”
>Without further ado the birdcat rids you of your underwear, not caring for their integrity.
>Your half-erect dick flops onto your belly and the griffon's head deprives of your reach.
>For a moment she stares into your eyes.
>Then she goes down to give you a good long lick from the base of your balls to the tip of your penis.
>Gilda's thick bird-tongue swirls over your glans a few times.
>She almost headbutts you when she makes a small but sudden pounce up.
>Aggressively she straddles you.
>While looking behind herself she reaches for your prick, you use the opportunity to bury your face in her fluff, take a deep whiff of her musk and reach for her firm ass for some urgent needed squeezing.
>”Come on, come on.” your dick gets grabbed and led straight to her pussy.
>You alternate between kneading her cheeks and scratching & stroking her feline fur while she rubs your penis all over her slit.
>Your fingers sink into her flesh until her muscles tense up and push them out again, only to repeat the cycle again.
“Sure you don't want me to give you a little firing up?”
>Then your fingertips brush against her pink.
“Nevermind.”
>”Yeah, fuck that, she teased me the entire evening!”
>Eventually she finds the right spot and shoves your cock-head inside her, literally, burning hot snatch.
>You can't help but gasp as she slowly slides down your length.
>It feels like sticking your dick into a hot oven made of tight.
>For the duration of her descend, Gilda has clenched her eyes shut and her talons grip down on your shoulders with a grip that was made to crush steel.
>You grab around her slim waist to keep her close.
>She starts to elicit little squeaky moans with every breath.
>Eventually your pelvises finally get pressed into each other.
>Your partner opens her golden eyes and grinds her crotch against yours carefully, accommodating to your size “I...*haa*...need this...*haa*...so bad right now. I think I'm going into heat again.”
>Sex all day long? Heck yeah.
“Go into heat all you want, Gilda. I'll be Mmmpfh-”
>She cuts you short with another brutal tongue-fucking while slowly pulling herself up for the first stroke of what will probably take all night.
>As she slams down her eyes fixate on something behind you and she nods slightly into your kiss.
>What is she-
>Gilda breaks the kiss when two orange hooves hug you and her from behind you.
>You don't even care anymore.
>If sober you would probably protest, but your sex dazed mind only approves of what's happening.
>And that's Fucking.
>And nothing else you want.
>Before the three string of saliva that connect you even have a chance to break, Applejack's muzzle and Gilda's beak slam into each other and start to audibly tongue wrestle.
>If it were Pinkie Pie instead of the tan mare their tongues would be knotted together by...oh heavens, that was awful, stop thinking about that!

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>When you wake up the next day, the golden morning sun illuminates your bedroom.
>Feels like Celestia approves of what happened...at least if she knew.
>The room reeks of sex, musk and more sex.
>Your entire crotch area is sore, still slippery & wet.
>It feels like your pelvis is fractured-
>No, scratch that.
>It feels like your entire hip is shattered, it even hurts a little...but it's a good kind of hurt.
>Applejack is already gone.
>Only a warm and empty...and slightly wet spot between you and Gilda is proof she was ever here...and the smell of apple musk...and she forgot her stetson.
>You'll bring her that later.
>For now you close the gap between you and your lover and snuggle up to the snoring catbird, reveling in her insane body warmth and divine fluff.
>After some time one of her eyes opens just a tiny bit and quickly closes again when meeting yours.
“I love you, you're my Grizelda.”
>She answers in a sleepy voice “I love you too, you're my dweeb, [spoiler]if you ever leave me I'm going to fucking murder you.”[/spoiler]