Fuck Toy Gilda [mlp]

>A hell of a day. A friend of Dash's had come to visit, only to show herself as a complete bitch before running out and insulting everybody.
>What a cunt. After a little bit of thinking, you decide you'd like to teach her some damn humility.
>You hit the library and check out a book on gryphons.
>Sitting in bed and looking through, you find a few interesting tidbits about their cultures and biology, but nothing to help you teach someone like her some humility.
>That is until you come across the section on their sexuality.
>You'd though stallions were bad, but it seemed gryphons lasted a whole of 5 seconds, they were also so small it took a LOT of practice for a female to take a stallion.
>Or most other species actually. And they guys didn't tend to impress either.
>Honestly, you're probably the most capable lover in the world here. You'd asked Twilight what species had the most stamina.
>She told you at 2 average to 5 for the skilled, minotaurs topped the scale.
>Well, that'll work. If you can fuck her, you'll have her exactly where you want her.
>You hit the town and after picking up some lube, start asking about this Gildo or whatever her name is.
>It doesn't take long for them to lead you to the local bar. And tell you it's "GildA".
>As you walk into the bar, you get a few looks, you haven't actually been here before, but they soon go back to their drinks.
>It doesn't take long for you to spot the sulking gryphon, and you walk over to start making your moves.
>Taking the stool right next to her, you order their hardest weak p0ny booze and act natural.
>Though you don't say anything, being so close when there's no shortage of seats is enough to get her to talk.

>"Ugh, what do you want dweeb?"
>Dweeb? God her insults suck.
Now now, I saw a new, good looking lady here, and I just had to talk to her.
>"*pfft* Right. Well why don't you buy me a drink then. Maybe I'll hate you less when I'm drunk.
Yo, barkeep, a round of cider for me and my new friend here.
>You're both promptly served two tall glasses of cider and you chug yours.
It's crap. Give me something strong, not this water.
>He gives you a dirty look.
>"That is the strong stuff."
Fine, just keep it coming then.
>Over the next few hours, the two of you drink and talk shit about those "wus grass eaters".
>She often takes time to insult Dash and her friends.
>Being a predator yourself seems to have endeared you to her a bit.
>As things wind down, you decide to make your move.
So, Gilda, how'd you like to come back to my place?
>"Hah, ya think you're worth it? Tell ya what, if you can out drink me, I'll think about it."
Alright, first one to get cut off looses, I'm paying.
>Ordering up a few rounds to start, you get ready.

>1 mug, fine. 2.
>By the third cup she seems to be having a noticeable change. A slight lag in her movements.
>By the 8th, she's a slurring mess, and the bartender cuts her off.
You shoulda know ya don't drink against people bigger than you!
>"Ish not sho bad. Hear mintaursh are reaal good fucksh!"
>She tries to get down, only to stumble a bit. She ends up face down ass up as she tries to brace hold herself steady, giving you a good view of your prize.
>"You....you're a minataur, right?"
Heh, kinda...half minotaur I guess.
>"Good 'nough."
>Slinging the drunken cat over your shoulder, you pay your tab and head home.
>It's a short walk to the edge of town where your modest place stands.
>Wasting no time, you simply carry her to your bed and throw her on her back.
>You don't bother with foreplay, she's too drunk to notice, and you read they're not big on it anyway.
>Lining up, you start to push in and....
>Nothing.
>"Yah needsh ta greesh the wheelsh tweeb."
>Figures. You grab the lube from your pack and start rubbing some into her slit, and coat you prick.

>Lining back up again, you manage to ease your way in.
>She's tight, really tight, and your work is slow going, but finally you bottom out.
>Less than hald of your length in. Though even this seems to have her in a state of bliss.
>You give a few experimental thrusts, confirming that you've actually bottomed out. You'd have been surprised if this punky cat was a virgin.
>After pouring a little more lube over your groins, you start small thrusts. This seems to be more than enough for her.
>Not for you, this is to prove a point. You start tweaking and playing with her nipples, one after the other, eliciting a mix of purrs and squawks.
>With the other hand, you reach down and feel about her sex. You're clearly pushing her limits as is, as you're unable to fit even a pinky more into her.
>Instead you go back to working her quad teats.
>Though you enjoy the sounds she makes, there's simply not enough room in her for you to have much fun.
>After only a few minutes of your sloppy semi-drunken work, the much more drunken birdcat has passed out from pleasure, what you think is a beak smile plastered on her face.
>Unsatisfied, you pull out and simply jack off. When you're close, you gently open her beak and fill her mouth with your spunk.
>She responds with some smacking sounds but doesn't wake up.
>Finished for the night, you lay down to sleep.
-
>You awaken to a dull pain, and soon realize the purring gryphon wrapped around your back has her claws resting on your chest.
>Faint scratches cover your body, some bleeding slightly, some simply raised red lines. Blood stains your sheets.
>Carefully removing the talons from you chest, you head to the bathroom to clean the wounds.

>As you finish and head to the kitchen, the cat stirs and gives you a slightly lusty stare.
>"Mmm, morning tiger! Wasn't sure, but that was a damn good fuck!"
>You respond with nothing more than a nonchalant mmhmm and continue to the kitchen as she follows.
>As you make yourself breakfast, she raids your fridge for meat.
>"*smack* *smack* Thanksh *gulp* These stupid horses never had any meat around.
>She could have at least asked, but whatever, just one more thing on your list.
>"So I'll give it to ya, you were pretty damn awesome last night.
*Sigh* Thanks.
>"What the hells wrong with you?"
Hmm? Oh, I just don't think you were.
>She slams her talons onto the table.
>"Say that again punk!"
>You don't even bother looking up at her.
You sucked in bed. Not in the good way either.
>"The hell do you know? I was drunk last night. You, me, bed, now."
>This shit is too easy.
Hmm, maybe I should give you a sober chance. On one condition.

>"Yeah? What's that?"
>You stand and take off your shirt, revealing the numerous, often skin breaking scratches she left all over you.
If you want to go again, you've got to file those bastards down.
>She looks surprised and looks at her talons.
>"What? You afraid of a few scratches?"
No, but I'd prefer not to have to deal with them. So we file them off, or no fucking.
>"*pfft* You really think you're that good don't you? Fuck that, later looser."
No skin off my back. Later.
>She walks out and slams the door.
>You wait a few minutes and she walks back in.
>"Jerk, you're supposed to come after me."
Because I knew you'd be back. So you gonna file those down?
>"Fuck, fine, they'll grow back."
>You head to the bathroom with her and grab a file.
Tell me if I'm getting close to the quick.
>You proceed to file her talons until they're smooth and rounded, then grab her paws.
>"Whoa whoa, you don't need to dull those too idiot."
If your legs are going anywhere near my junk, yes I do.
>"Prick. Fine."
>Her protests somewhat silenced, you file her hind claws down to nubs as well.

Finished.
>"Finally. Can't believe I'm going through all this for a fuck with some bald deformed minotaur thing."
Human.
>"Whatever. Come on, I'm going to prove you wrong."
>She makes her way to the bed and lays one her stomach.
>"Whenever you're not feeling like a faggot."
>Seems she wants to jump right into it, but you intend to make this very memorable. If what you've read is any indication, you can ruin this bitch.
>You place your hands on her shoulders and start working the knots out.
>"The hell are you doi- *purrr* Fine, just hurry up.
>Working your way down her back, she gives you so many chirps and purrs you're thinking it's possible she's never had a massage before.
>When you're done with her body and neck, you grab her by the base of the wings.
>*BWAK* H..hey, be careful. If you break my wings, I'll break you!
>Using a firm grip and gentle thumb work, you knead the tension from her wings, leaving her almost limp.
>With this display finished, you fold her wings back and flip her over to begin work on her front.
>You begin working from her arms to her chest, and finally reach her belly.
>Gently rubbing it, you frequently tweak and tease her nipples.
>"Ugh, enough dopey foreplay dweeb, let's just fuck already."
>Taking that as the cue to move forward, you head to her legs and give them the work over.
>As you approach her thighs, you can feel her fidgeting a little.

>Rather than getting ahead of yourself, you simply spread her tiny slit with your thumbs.
>It's a very bright pink, glistening faintly with her moisture.
>"Well? You gonna do it or not?"
>Not that fast, no you're not.
>You pop a thumb in, driving it all the way in.
>"*BWA* About damn time!"
>She looks up and sees your erection standing free in the air.
>"O..oh, that wasn't your....*gulp*"
>Taking a brief moment to work your thumb in her, she's brought to orgasm in mere seconds.
>It quivers and pulses as she squeezes on your digit. It's so tight she may as well be a vice.
>Encouraged by this response, you continue to repeat it a few times until Gilda has fallen back to just breathe.
>You decide to press it further for the sake of putting on a show, and slip your head between her thighs.
>Starting by simply letting her feel the warmth of your breath on it gets no noticeable effect in her state, so you skip past the simplest teases.
>Instead, you lick around the edges and give it a few licks before plunging your tongue in.
>It takes little of this work for her to finish. She doesn't "release" much however.
>Once you're satisfied with your work, you pull away with a little suction of her petite sex, holding the scant collected fluids as you move to be eye to eye with Gilda.

>"That...was....awesome...."
>With her mouth open, you move forward for a sloppy, awkward beak mouth kiss, forcing her fluids down her throat.
>"Gah!...The hell?
>Despite her surprise, she does little else.
Heh. If you thought I've been good so far...Well, I haven't even started yet. Do you know what "fucked silly" means?
>You can't make out her emotions over her exhaustion, but she stares right into your eyes. Worried maybe?
>Getting a generous helping of lube, you slather your shaft and her tiny sex, causing her to shiver slightly from the cold fluid.
>Figuring she's need more if you want better than last night, you coat your thumb and work it in, thoroughly coating her insides. This alone is enough to get an orgasm from her.
>Once she's properly lubed, you put your tip to her and push.
>Bit by bit, you slide in until you're bottomed at half again.
>You give her some time to adjust before you start thrusting.
>Slowly at first, but slowly picking up pace until you reach a....still medium-slow pace.
>You just focus on not hurting her for a while, not paying attention to how many times she's gotten off, otherwise, you just play with her nipples.
>"H..harder! NOW!"
>Despite her demand, she's not intimidating in the least. At any rate, you oblige.
>You lift her pelvis and start to "slam" at her.
>Despite concern for hurting her, she just encourages you.
>She soon begins to look more and more tired however, despite her excitement.

>Time to ramp it up.
>You pull out and flip her over, much to her protest. These are quickly silenced when you resume your work.
>This however, wasn't the goal. Grabbing her tail, you start tugging it in time with your thrusts. The mewls and squawks tells you she approves.
>Soon enough, you feel your peak approach, despite the lackluster experience on your side.
>She on the other hand is probably only awake because the jolt of orgasm is keeping her so.
>Determined to get a little of everything in before you blow, you wipe some lube onto your thumb from the two of you and press it to her pink eye.
>"H...hey...what are....what are ya doin?"
Shh...Just enjoy it.
>You push your thumb into her, causing her to tense a little.
>"Mmmnooooo....idiot."
>Despite her weak and sleepy protest, she makes no attempt to stop you. Assuming she could.
>Slowly working your thumb in her rear, you continue fucking her slit, until finally it's time.
>Pushing as deep as her shallow depths permit, you let loose, spraying your seed directly into her womb.
>As you wait in place, you see her drifting away. Satisfied you've properly impressed and ruined her, you pull out and go to wash up.
>As you leave the room, you hear her mumbling.
>"That's....you're.....aweso......."

-

>For the next week, Gilda warms your bed, literally.
>She does little more than sleep, because you don't let her do much else.
>She gets up long enough to handle hygiene and have her fill of meats before you fuck her right back to sleep.
>Generally, she's more than okay with this arrangement, and requires little coaxing when she feels otherwise.
>You even manage to stretch her out a little during this time. Not enough, but a little.
>Finally, the week ends, and you decide to move forward with your plan.
>Making sure the table is set and and covered with fine meats, you take your place and wait.
>It's not too long before she wanders in for food, and takes her own seat.
>You make a little idle chat until she's about halfway through her meal.
So...Gilda.
>"Yeah tiger?"
I've been thinking....about us.
>She raises an eyebrow.
>"Is...is that so?"
Yeah, I've realized. You're really not doing it for me.
>She almost chokes on her food.
>"The hell are you talking about?"
Well, you just use my stuff, run up my bills, and eat my food. Then you just sleep all day. What exactly am I getting out of this?
>You're met with a "seriously?" face.
>"Have you forgotten you spend half your time fucking me?"
I don't do it nearly that much, you just think that because you're asleep most of the time.

>"That's still plenty."
Maybe if you were any good. I can't even get all the way in. Sorry, but unless you start contributing around here, I'm afraid you have to leave.
>"Ugh, fine. What do you want? Money?"
Money? Not at all, I make a decent enough living, it's not a concern.
>"Then what? Chores or something?"
Hmm, I can handle most of that myself, no problem.
>"What then? There's gotta be something I can do."
Yes...I can think of something....
>"....Well? You gonna tell me, or just sit there like you're stupid."
Hmph. Well, you can start....by calling me Master.
>"BWAHAHA! OH! You're gonna have to repeat that."
You heard me. I want you to be my slave. We can start your training right now if you're up to it.
>She slams the table in anger.
>"You must be out of your fucking mind if you think I'm going to do that."
Suit yourself. You're replaceable.
>You point over the the door.
Exit's right there.

>"FINE! I'm outta here loser."
>She starts to slowly make her way out the door, looking back at you the every other step.
>Finally closing it with a click, you ignore her and go back to eating.
>Several minutes later, the door bursts open and she storms back in.
>"You were SUPPOSED to run out saying how sorry you were you fucker."
But...I'm not. You can wear a collar, or you can get out.
>"I WILL NEVER WEAR A COLLAR!"
>When her display fails to frighten you, she gives up, grabs the two biggest hunks of meat on the table, and storms out, using her tail to slam the door.
-
>A week passes, then 2, then 3, a month.
>Nearing the two month mark, there's a knock at the door.
>You answer it expecting a p0ny, only to find a familiar fuck toy.
Ah, Gilda! How ya been?
>She forces her way in past you.
>"Cut the crap, you know why I'm here."
I think I do, yes.
>She gives a deep breath, but doesn't get pissed like before.
>"When you were screwing me for a week straight. You knew I wouldn't  be able to settle after that, didn't you?"
No, but I was certainly hoping.

>"*sigh* You know I can hardly get off anymore because of you? I've tried some things I'm not proud of, and it's just never enough."
>"Cumming any less than 9 or 10 times just doesn't seem worth it now. Fucking thanks douche.
Haha, then it worked better than I hoped.
>"So you DID plan it!"
Yeah, I never denied that.
>"Fuck...Is there any way I can come back?"
Same rules as before. You'll be with me as my slave, or not at all.
>She sits silently for a while in thought before putting on an utterly defeated expression.
>"Fuck, fine."
>You smile and walk over to a drawer and pull out a collar. Attached is a tag engraved with pet information, including a nice "Property of Anon" line.
>As you fasten it to her neck, she angrily looks away from you.
There, don't you look spiffy!
>"*grumble*"
Now come on, let's go trim those nasty claws back down.
>"Fine."
>You looks her right in the eye's with a stern expression.
I'm sorry? What was that?
>She looks like she's trying her damnedest not to scream.
>"*grumble* Yes Master. *grumble*"
Good girl!
>You give her a pat on the head and lead her to the bathroom.