Waiting for Gilda

	Waiting for Gilda

Rainbow Dash waited and waited.  The sun was going down and the sky was turning red.  Finally, a small black speck appeared on the horizon.  It grew.  Finally, Gilda came in for a landing on Dash’s cloud.
	“Heya, Dash,” Gilda said.
	“Geez, took you long enough, Gilda, I’ve been waiting all day.  When did you turn into such a slowpoke?”
	“You calling me slow, loser?” Gilda asked.  “I had to fly around a thunderhead.  Took me hundreds of miles off course.”
	“Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Excuses, excuses.  C’mon inside.”  Dash led Gilda through her front door.  She had made something of an effort to clean her house.  The trash, at least, was gone.  All her clutter had been pushed up against the wall or underneath the coffee table, or in various spots where it was out of the way.  “I had a bunch of plans for things we could do today.  But now it’s kind of too late.”
	“Yeah, well.  I’m pretty beat, Dash.  Maybe we could do them tomorrow.”
	“Yeah, I suppose,” Dash said, a bit dejected.  “Isn’t there anything you’d like to do?”
	“Well, there is one thing I’ve really wanted to do for awhile.”
	“What’s that?” Dash asked.
	“I want to fuck you raw.”
	“Geez, Gilda, coming on a little strong, aren’t you?”
	“Oh, as if you don’t want it?”
	“Ha! Naw, I’m just kidding.  I’ve been horny and waiting all day.  C’mon!”  Dash turned around to lead Gilda to her bedroom.  Gilda pinched Dash on an ass cheek with one of her talons.  Dash yelped and pranced down the hallway.  Her wings began to stiffen and rise.  Her tail rose too, exposing her dark blue vulva.
	“This is going to be fun,” Gilda said.
	Gilda followed Dash down the hallway.  She entered the bedroom and saw that it too had been cleaned according to Dash standards.  The dresser was filled with her toys, and a path in the clutter had been cleared to her bed.  Dash was trying to make herself comfortable on the bed, her pony ass was swinging back and forth.
	Gilda perused the selection of toys.  It didn’t take her long to find a good one.
	“Aha,” Gilda said.  Dash turned around to look.  Gilda was strapping on a dildo.
	“How about a double-ender?” Dash asked.
	“Nah,” said Gilda.  “Cloaca.  It just sort of rattles around.  Plus my time of the month is coming up.  I don’t want to crack anything.  And besides, I feel like being dominant tonight.” Gilda turned around and Dash saw which dildo she had selected.  She burst into laughter.  It was the big purple one.  It was some sort of fantasy shape.  It had a funny rounded head on it.  It didn’t look like a pony cock at all.  The dildo swung back and forth comically.
	Dash stuck her rear further into the air.  Gilda came forward.
	“Hey, there’s some lube in the second drawer and...”
	Gilda stuck it in.  Or at least she tried to.  The glans got stuck halfway in.
	“Oh! Jeez!” Dash said, surprised.
	“I said I was going to fuck you raw,” Gilda said.  She slammed forward again.  This time the glans went all the way in, but only just.
	“Fuck!” cursed Dash.
	“That’s what I’m trying to do,” Gilda laughed.  She thrusted again. The cock went halfway in.  Again.  Three quarters of the way.  Dash fidgeted to try to make herself more comfortable.  Gilda wasn’t making it easy, she kept thrusting but it wouldn’t go in all the way.  Soon Dash began to become adequately wet, and she was taking the whole thing.
	“There we go,” Gilda said, “That’s more like it.”  She was kneading Dash’s cheeks with her claws, spreading them apart for easier access.  She wanted to make every inch of the fake dick count.  This was psychological for her.  In ancient times, ponies were prey for griffons.  Gilda’s primitive ancestors would swoop down from the skies and tackle ponies as they ran.  The would force them to the ground and slowly choke them until they gave up the will to live.  Then they would eat; the ponies sometimes still technically alive.  Gilda loved watching her little pony writhe and moan beneath her.
	For her part, Dash was beginning to come around to the fucking as well.  She was a lesbian, but her body was still the product of evolution.  She had her rear stuck high into the air, as high as it could go.  Her cunt was now gladly accepting the massive cock.  The carnal part of her brain was loving it.  And the fact that it was Gilda giving it to her put the feeling over the top.
	Gilda’s claws dug into her ass.  They didn’t quite draw blood, but it was deep enough that they would leave welts.  It hurt.  Dash both loved it and hated it.  Then Gilda leaned forward, putting her weight on Dash’s back.  This was good and proper pony fucking.  Dash wasn’t close to climaxing yet, but this was still really good.  Then Gilda put all her weight on to Dash, and she couldn’t take it.  Dash’s knees slid out from under her.  They fell onto the bed, prone.  Now this was lion fucking.  Gilda’s latex cock was mostly in.  She could only rock it back and forth a little bit, but she didn’t care.  She was having too much fun.  Gilda opened her beak wide and grabbed the back of Dash’s neck with it.  Dash lost her mojo.  Still, Gilda was enjoying it.  She could feel Gilda’s hot breath on her neck, her beak digging in just a bit.  Her old predator instincts were being pleasured.
	Gilda then leaned back and roared a terrible lion’s roar.  She wasn’t happy.  She scooped Dash up with her powerful arms, and stood up on her hind legs.  Dash was still impaled on the dildo, her legs flailed wildly.
	“What are you doing?” Dash shouted and laughed at the same time.
	Gilda carried her awkwardly from the room, her haunches still pumping.  “I hate your stupid bed,” she said.  “I’ve got to find something more solid.  There!”
	Gilda plopped Dash down on the kitchen counter.  She resumed fucking Dash while standing straight up, their torsos perfectly perpendicular.  The dildo hadn’t slipped out once.  Gilda had more leverage this way.  She could pull the dildo out all the way to the tip, then slam it back in again.  Dash gasped.  She could really feel the head of the thing sliding in and out of her, as her body was pressed against the hard counter top.  The whole house echoed with the sound of Gilda’s hips slapping against Dash’s ass.  Her little pony teats were chaffing against the edge of the counter.  It was all painful, but good.
	Some part of Gilda’s psyche was satisfied.  Gilda came.  She slid the toy out of Dash, and retreated to the bedroom.  The dildo wobbled awkwardly, and she finally collapsed onto the bed.  It was a hard day of flying, followed by a hard evening of fucking.  She was exhausted.  Dash got off the counter and followed her lover into the bedroom.  Every inch of her was sore, and she would really ache tomorrow.  She fell into bed with Gilda.
	They began to spoon.  Gilda hadn’t taken off the strapon yet.  It stuck ponderously between Dash’s thighs.  Gilda held one of Dash’s tits in her talons.  The tips were razor sharp, but Gilda was careful with them.  Usually.  Dash couldn’t tell if she was comfortable of not, being held with those claws.  Dash slowly began to hump the dildo that was between her legs.  She only paid half attention to Gilda talking.
	“Remember when we first fell in love at camp, Dash?”
	“Mmhmm.”
	“And we’d sneak out into the woods at night to neck?”
	“Oh yeah,” Dash said, paying a bit more attention.  “We used to wake up before the other girls and we’d play grab-ass the showers.  That’s the only time I’ve ever gotten up early.
	“That’s right,” said Gilda.  “And there was that time we broke into sports equipment shed and played with each other’s cooch.”
	“Oh god,” Dash laughed.  “I did you with the bat.  And then I stuck those softballs up inside you.  You laid them out one by one.”
	“Uh huh.”
	“We put them back in the bucket without washing them off,” Dash laughed.  She was humping the protruding dildo a little harder now.
	“Uh huh.  And remember that time we swam in the lake?”
	“Which time?”
	“The time I was holding onto you pretending I couldn’t swim?”
	“Oh... yeah.”  Dash stopped humping.
	“Remember?  I popped your cherry with my talon?”
	“Yeah, I remember, Gilda.  I wasn’t expecting that.”
	“Ha! I know!  You should have seen the look on your face.”  Gilda laughed.
	Gilda rolled onto her back, slapping the dong out from between Dash’s thighs.  “Well, g’night, loser,” she said.
	“Night,” Dash said.  Gilda soon began to lightly snore.  Dash hadn’t been satisfied.  She sat up in bed and looked over at Gilda.  She was fast asleep and hadn’t bothered to unstrap the dildo.  It was humorously standing straight up in the darkness, swaying back and forth to the snores.  Dash pulled it close to herself.  Her scent was still strong on it.  Dash got up on her hind legs and straddled Gilda’s sleeping body.  She squatted onto the toy, inserting it into her pussy and slowly lowering herself.
She had gone dry again, but now that she was in control, it was much easier.  Soon she took it in, wet, all the way to the base.  She started to roll it back and forth inside her.  It was so much better now that she was in control.  It was far, far better.  She tried to control herself.  She tried to stay quiet, but she couldn’t.  She started to scream, despite herself.  Gilda woke up, and peered at her with one eye.
“Here, have a blast, loser.”  Gilda unbuckled the straps, and Dash fell over into the bed, the dong still in her pussy.  Gilda rolled over and was soon asleep again.
Dash, upset, began to work the toy again  The passion returned.  She started thinking of her plans that had been postponed.  Of all the fun she had wanted to have.  Of all of her pony friends she had wanted to introduce Gilda to.
Dash came.  Her body shook as the dick jiggled out of her.  She screamed with all of her breath, but this time into her pillow.  Gilda didn’t stir.
Dash, finally satisfied, slowly drifted off to sleep.  She didn’t realize that when she came she wasn’t thinking of Gilda.  Rainbow Dash dreamt of ponies.