Advertisement
Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- >It’s official, the world has gone completely insane.
- >The last thing you remember was hiking through the gorge and losing your balance.
- >Falling end over end, you looked down at the rushing water below you and knew death.
- >Only, you didn’t die.
- >When you opened your eyes, you found yourself tangled in a huge swath of underbrush.
- >After freeing yourself, you found that you were no longer in the gorge, but a deep valley, surrounded on either side by sheer cliffs.
- >With nothing better to do, you walk in the direction you think the ranger’s station is in.
- >That was three days ago.
- >You are Anonymous.
- >And you are ravenous.
- >
- “That’s it. I’m just going to lie down here and die.”
- >You fall back into the dirt, banging your head against the barely there grasses.
- >Honestly, you really don’t give a fuck.
- >The river that you’ve been following since your second day hasn’t led you to civilization, or even food.
- >The stark landscape provides little in terms of game or foraging, not that you could run an animal down, but you could at least tell if a berry was poisonous.
- >Maybe.
- >Staring up at the cloudless blue sky, and the stark grey walls, you give a heavy sigh and wait for death to take you.
- >A quiet rustling draws your attention to the right.
- >Your eyes strain, but see nothing.
- >Before you turn back to the sky, it comes again.
- >Frantic now, your eyes survey the entire area, finally catching a glimpse of a brown feathered wing.
- >A sheer white head soon comes into view and, with a heavy flap, the eagle takes to the sky.
- >Only, it had the bottom half of a cat.
- >A big cat too.
- “What. The. Fuck.”
- >As you gape up at the shrinking bird-cat-thing, your stomach gives an angry grumble.
- >Eagles nest on stony outcroppings.
- >That was an eagle-cat.
- >Eagles lay eggs.
- >A smile crawls across your face as you scamper towards the wall.
- “Lunchtime.”
- >Pulling yourself up the cliff is quite the difficult task.
- >Your fingers are plump with moisture, each slippery handhold threatening to drop you to the ground below.
- >Still, climbing ever higher, you peek over the lip of the stone where you saw the creature fly from earlier.
- >A large nest, made of twigs, sticks, grasses and various odds and ends, greets you.
- >Holding back a delighted cackle, you find renewed strength and hurl yourself over the edge, rolling against the nest and taking a look inside.
- >Three perfectly large eggs glisten up at you.
- >Reaching out, you touch one and smile.
- “You, are going, to taste, so good.”
- >Pulling off your shirt, you tie it into a modified sling, securing each egg and then wrapping the cloth around from shoulder to hip.
- >You eye the nest, and then push it with your foot.
- >The sound of cracking timber assures you that you’ll have excellent kindling when you get back down to the ground.
- >
- >Somewhere in the distance, Gilda the griffon winces.
- >Trying to brush it off as a head rush, she continues flying.
- >Only to have the problem become more pronounced.
- >Coming in for an emergency landing, she clutches one of her talons to her head, gritting her teeth.
- >“What is this feeling? It’s like a thousand dweebs laughing at once.”
- >She gives her head a shake and heads into the woods, gathering more supplies for her nest.
- >
- >Once again safely on the ground, you gather up your ill gotten firewood and hustle off towards a more remote area.
- >No need to be around when the chimera from hell gets back.
- >Finding a suitable spot, you build yourself a fire from the remains of the nest and start heating a rock.
- >You might not be a wilderness survival expert, but damn if you don’t know how to cook eggs over a fire.
- >Granted, it takes a while because you’ve got to heat the rock, and you burn yourself a few times rotating it, but soon enough, water vaporizes as it hits the surface.
- >Lifting the first egg, you smile a little to yourself.
- >Food at last.
- “Let’s get crackin.”
- >Thirty minutes later, you are one satisfied man.
- >Patting your stomach, you sigh and lie down and stare up at the sky.
- “Nothing quite like a good meal to put everything back in perspective. I feel like I could take on the world!”
- >After a nap of course, seeing as you’d climbed a cliff face with your bare hands, twice, stolen some stupid animal’s eggs, and managed to cook them with next to nothing but sticks and stones.
- >Fully assured of man’s superiority over everything, you allow yourself to doze off in the shadow of the rocks.
- >
- >The flight back to the nest was never bad, but Gilda had to admit that her headache was reaching a point for concern.
- >Sighing, she lands on her perch and prepares to fortify her eggs.
- >It takes a whole twenty seconds for her to realize that her entire nest, along with the eggs, has disappeared.
- >Panic soon follows.
- >With a strange roaring screech, Gilda takes flight, predatory eyes scanning the wilderness for some sign of the perpetrator.
- >It doesn’t take long before she spots slender wisps of smoke.
- >Snarling, the griffon ascends into the sky, and then dives towards the acrid smelling fire pit.
- >Just before crashing into the ground, she unfurls her wings, throwing up dust and several embers from the once mighty brush fire.
- >
- >A surprising rush of wind rouses you from sleep, but you write it off as nothing, rolling onto your side.
- >The burning sensation on your arm can’t be brushed off so easily however.
- >Screaming, you jump to your feet and shake your arm to knock the white charcoal away, small seer marks pocking the hair on your arm.
- “Ah, son of a bitch!”
- >Gritting your teeth, you shake your arm a few more times and grumble under your breath.
- >A small growl brings your attention back to the fire.
- >And the rather large eagle-cat thing from earlier.
- >Oh.
- >Fuck.
- >Standing there, wings spread wide, you are acutely aware of the fact that while she is mostly lion, she has some rather dangerous looking eagle talons in front.
- >Her beak is slightly parted, and the fire reflects viciously in her murderous gold eyes.
- >In that instant, you realize that you’ve ended up on The Planet of Failed Eighties Metal Band Cover Artwork.
- >As a matter of fact, you can almost hear the ‘brutal’ guitar riffs as she snarls.
- >Truly, being trapped here would be a fate worse than death.
- >As you try to gauge if you can overpower her, she speaks to you.
- >“What do you think you’re doing here, dweeb? Shouldn’t you be in the jungle where you belong?”
- >Her voice is low, extraordinarily so, a grumbling, gravely, boner-inducing contralto.
- >But you’re more surprised that she can talk.
- >And that you can understand her.
- >All right Anonymous, you’ve encountered sentient life.
- >Time to make Earth proud!
- “Napping.”
- >Well, it’s not Shakespeare, but at least you’ve established that you can communicate with her.
- >She seems significantly under whelmed as she stalks towards you, glaring.
- >“I’m going to ask you one time, Monkey Man, and you better be honest with me, otherwise I’ll rip your prick off.”
- “Uh, okay.”
- >“Did you take my eggs?”
- “Yeeeessssssss?”
- >Damn you traitorous words! Who said you could slip out like that?
- >You see the feathers around her neck ruffle as she glares even harder.
- >“And, what did you do with my eggs?”
- >This time, you manage to corral the words in their pen, preparing a beautiful lie which will save you from gruesome dis-member-ment.
- >Before you can eloquently schmooze your way out of this situation, your stomach burbles.
- >A rather obnoxiously loud belch follows.
- >Despite the disgust on her face, the simmering rage is still obvious.
- >“I thought so.”
- >The thing takes a step forward.
- >You shuffle two steps back.
- >Right into the rock wall which had been sheltering you from the sun.
- >A devious smirk works its way into the eaglecat’s eyes.
- >“So, Monkey Dweeb, you ate my eggs, stole them, in fact.”
- “I, I’m sorry?”
- >“Everything has a price, and it’s time for you to pay up.”
- >She closes the gap, gold eyes glinting as she does so.
- >You throw yourself on the ground, pleading to her gentler side.
- >If peak predators have a gentler side.
- “Please, don’t take my dick! It’s the one hard thing in life that gives me joy!”
- >With a malicious grin
- >Oh my god she has teeth behind her beak!
- >your dick-ecutioner strides forward and places a claw on your crotch.
- >“Pants off, now.”
- >With the Talon Vice Grip right over your junk, you reluctantly unbutton your pants and begin to pull them off.
- >The devil beast takes her claw away long enough for you to shimmy out of your pants and boxers.
- >Exposed to the elements, you finally take notice of the chill that has been following you since you arrived.
- >Shivering, you glance down at your member and sigh, remembering the good times.
- >Even now, he stands mighty and proud, unafraid.
- >That bitch’s voice probably has something to do with that.
- >You close your eyes, and wait.
- >When the severing blow doesn’t immediately arrive, you chance a look up at the she-devil.
- >Is she, quivering?
- >Short of breath,
- >Dilated pupils,
- >Squirming back legs.
- >Pursing your lips together, you give an experimental thrust forward with your hips.
- >As the cat-bird flinches, staggering back a step, you smile.
- “Yup, you still got it, Anonymous.”
- >“S-Shut up, you disgusting ape!”
- >Your incredible pelvic thrust seems to have snapped the trance.
- >Just for curiosities sake, you perform the action again.
- >Eagle-lion simply glares.
- >“Cut it out. Now, I’ve given it some thought, and there’s two ways we can go about this, the easy way, and the hard way.”
- “What’s the easy way?”
- >She averts her eyes and mumbles something.
- >You lean in a little.
- “Sorry, what was that?”
- >“You, you fuck me.”
- “Well that’s certainly out of the question. What’s the hard way?”
- >“I rip your cock off and feed it to you. Either way, I’m getting your monkey dick.”
- “Sorry, did you say we should have sex? What a great idea, I love sex! Let’s have a lot of sex.”
- >She smiles and steps closer before shoving you down to the dirt, raising an eyebrow.
- >“Gilda.”
- “What?”
- >“My name is Gilda.”
- >You can’t figure out why on earth you would want your rape victim to know your name, but you humor her.
- “Anonymous.”
- >Gilda rolls her eyes and squats down.
- >“Clever, did you come up with that one on your own?”
- >Her words hitch a little as she grinds herself against you.
- >She’s incredibly hot, nearly scalding you in fact.
- >As your mind wanders to that thought, Gilda finds her voice again.
- >“Or are you just that forgettable?”
- >Without warning, she grits her teeth and slides your penis inside her.
- >Gilda manages half the length of your prick before you can’t go any deeper.
- >Sensing the space between her hind parts and your legs, the catbird squirms and yowls in frustration as she tries to force the rest of you inside of her.
- “It ain’t happening.”
- >“Stupid ape, why do you have to be so big? And smooth too. How am I supposed to know to get fertile if you’re not skewering the walls of my cooch from the inside?”
- “Sounds like you’re a fan of needle dicks.”
- >In more ways than one, apparently.
- >“Quit talking, chump!”
- >She scowls and begins to ride you, a rather difficult task considering you keep hitting the bottom of her cooter.
- >Still, Gilda takes it like a champ and powers through.
- >For all of thirty seconds.
- >With a yowl, she slams her claws against your shoulders, successfully pinning you to the ground, two around the outside, one uncomfortably close to your armpit.
- >Panting, Gilda snarls and gives you a contemptuous glare.
- >“Don’t tell me you’re not done.”
- >You manage a small shrug, and Gilda sighs, shaking her head.
- >“Okay, okay, round two!”
- >She winces a little as you bump against her uterus, talking slow, gradual movements, never picking up too much speed.
- >When she does get into it, you end up pounding against her uterine wall, forcing her to drop the speed back to almost nil.
- >The churning in your boys is agonizing.
- >The bitch is going to give you a permanent case of blue balls at this rate.
- >Three orgasms later, and you’re still edging closer to your first.
- >Panting hard, Gilda glares down at you.
- >“Of all the fucking egg eaters I get stuck with the one who’s got no spines, too much stamina, and a giganto-ape-prick.”
- >With a shake of her head, she leans in a little closer.
- >The purple feathers around her eyes providing a surprising accent for the lustrous gold.
- >“Guess that means we might be here a while. Might wanna get comfy.”
- >She makes a show of licking her beak, and goes right back to task.
- >
- >Considering you have no way of telling time, you’ve settled for counting the catbird’s orgasms.
- >It is currently fourteen o’clock.
- >And Big Ben hasn’t chimed once.
- >Gilda is clearly getting frustrated
- >“Are you serious? Ancestors, I haven’t had to work this hard for a decent rut, ever!”
- >A part of you wants to call her a slut for that comment.
- >The rest of you is in absolute agony from the fact that she’s been milking your dick for an age.
- >You weren’t aware that orgasm denial was a competitive sport, but apparently Gilda’s a fucking pro.
- >Oh what the hell, you take a deep breath and manage a barely audible,
- “Sluuuuuuut.”
- >“Ugh, you are impossible!”
- >She bucks and squirms again, though something feels different this time, deep inside you.
- >Was…?
- >What the fuck was that?
- >Another push from Gilda and you feel it again.
- >Glancing down between the two of you, you see your cock, an unhealthy mixture of scarlet and purple, throbbing.
- “Good lord, what the fuck have you done to little Non?
- >“If you would just FUCK ME then we wouldn’t be having this problem!”
- “What the hell do you think I’ve been doing? Insert tab A into slot B, it’s not that hard, but we’ve been at this forever!”
- >Gilda snarls and lifts her claws for a moment.
- >As you squirm to try and get away, you become acutely aware of the fact that Gilda is taking out her rage on your shirt.
- >And a good chunk of your chest.
- “Ow, ow, MOTHERFUCKING OW!”
- >Her claws relent at last, but not because of your protests.
- >Looking down, you see your shirt has been successfully ruined.
- >Several scratches crisscross your body, none of them deep, but painful all the same.
- “What the shit? What makes you think that you can just mess up my clothes like that? I don’t go around yanking feathers out of your plumage just because I’m not getting off!”
- >For emphasis you use your freedom of movement to clutch a fistful of her neck plumage and pull.
- >Gilda howls and then pins your arms down again, snarling.
- >“Not. Hard. Enough.”
- >Stunned, you gaze up into her eyes and manage to squeeze out a response from your sex addled brain.
- “Kinky.”
- >
- >“You, fucking, APE!”
- >Gilda snarls and quivers on top of you again.
- >You lost count somewhere around first count thirty-five.
- >You’re still sitting pretty at two.
- >“I need, more! When are you going to figure that out?”
- “About the same time you realize you’re too small?”
- >Her feathers ruffle again as she puts her beak down in your face.
- >“You think I’m so stupid? As soon as I let you top you’re going to run off.”
- “You’re the stupid one. You can fucking fly, how far do you think I’m going to get before you swoop down and chomp off my pecker like it’s a fat earthworm? You think I want that?”
- >That gives the gryphon, you’d figured that out that’s what she was sometime between first count of twenty and second count of eight, a moments pause.
- >Finally, she snaps her beak back to your nose, grinning.
- >“What, you think you can do better, dweeb? Huh? Just you try it, I’m unbreakable!”
- >With that, Gilda rolls off of you and moves a few steps away, adding a feline swing in her step as she does.
- >Tilting her wing a little, she glances over her shoulder and winks.
- >“Come on, or have you gone chicken on me?”
- >Getting to your feet, you take a few seconds to brush off the vestiges of your shirt.
- >As they drift away in the wind, you sigh and shake your head.
- >Well done soldier, well done.
- >“Get your fucking monkey dick over here, now!”
- “Welp.”
- >With a final glance out into the wild blue yonder, you hustle back to Gilda.
- >She’s presented herself to you, though the look in her eyes says she’s none too happy about it.
- >“All right, now, apparently you’re a lot bigger than I am so use shallow thrusts.”
- “Yeah yeah, I think I got it when I was pinned under your furry ass.”
- >Gilda sneers, but turns her attention forward.
- >You slide inside of her again, watching as her talons dig into the dirt.
- >There’s not much room to work with, you’ve managed to get maybe a third of your dong inside her, and that’s not going to do much if you have to go slow and steady.
- >But, why should you?
- >Technically, you’re topping now.
- >You get to decide the pace.
- >And she said she wanted spines…
- “Ready?”
- >“For what?”
- “I’m going to fuck you raw.”
- >“Wait whAAAAAAAAA!”
- >Grabbing at her middle, you situate yourself next to her pink canoe and shove.
- >The effect is immediate.
- >Gilda’s legs tremble as you take a quick, violent rhythm, often pounding against her wall.
- >After a few seconds, she manages to glare back at you.
- >“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
- >In response, you grab another fistful of feathers and yank.
- >She yowls, and you situate your hand to pull again, but decide against it.
- >Instead you let it linger, feeling her heartbeat and breathing increase every time that you tighten your grip.
- >Despite that, she makes no move to remove your hand.
- >Still thrusting away inside of her, you feel her clench down on you time and time again.
- >Around second count eleven, you pull the feathers.
- >The gasp of pain mingles with the delighted pants and groans of a wild sex-crazed animal.
- >“More.”
- “What was that?”
- >Gilda glares over her shoulder, grinning.
- >“Give me, more!”
- >You can’t help but grin back and continuing to ride her.
- “You’re straight up nasty, huh?”
- >She growls and forces her flank back against yours.
- >“Shut your mouth and fuck me like an animal.”
- >Reservations about screwing an eagle-lion long since forgotten, you eagerly plow ahead.
- >
- >In the end, the entire area is a mess of blood, sweat and feathers.
- >Your dick is still fucking pissed, but you got some relief out of the whole ordeal.
- >In truth, you’re more concerned about the fact that you’re bleeding from a gash on your forehead.
- >After you succeeded in pummeling pussy’s pussy until it was nigh unrecognizable, she settled in for a nap.
- >Hell, you went for one too, nuzzled up against her.
- >You had often accused animals of stinking.
- >On more than one occasion you had blamed a dog for your own farts.
- >But Gilda isn’t like that.
- >Subtle, earthy, and maybe with a little carnivore stink on her, but nothing overpowering.
- >Gotta be because birds and cats clean themselves all the time.
- >Still, you can’t stay around fucking gryphons forever.
- >Gathering up your pants, you squirm back into them and buckle your belt.
- >As you move to take a step, you feel one taloned claw encircle your ankle.
- >“Where do you think you’re going, dweeb?”
- “Uh…”
- >“Leaving me alone out here? You haven’t paid me back yet.”
- “What? I just fucked your brains out!”
- >Gilda gives a long, throaty purr, her grip tightening.
- >“So you did. But there were three eggs. I figure you owe me at least two more of those really, really good fuckings.”
- >Today was a hot monkey dick kind of day.
Advertisement
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment
Advertisement