[AiE] Poon-Licker Anon: Chapter 4

>You are Anonymous
>It is a fine morning and you are enjoying a simple breakfast of oatmeal and toast with Cheerilee.
>IT looks like shes back to her old self again.
>This past weeks grumpy and moody demeanor is now replaced with the usual energetic cheer that she is known for.
>Looking at her scarf her food down makes it seem like last night didn't happen.
>You'd consider it a dream but your aching back makes it all too real.
>You were really starting to fear for the worst last night, the light fever shes had all week turned really nasty and she was acting really strange.
>You managed to set her at ease and got her to rest but it definitely took its toll on you.
>You never knew ponies could be so strong.
>Finding her collapsed in the bathroom floor hit you the harder than anything though.
>The aching on your back from falling asleep on the floor while leaning against her bedside was a small price to pay.
>You had to make sure that she remained stable for the remainder of the night, ready to rush her to the hospital if her condition displayed the slightest sign of worsening.
>You never want to see a loved one in the hospital ever again...
>You suppress the memories of done days. And return your attention to your adoptive mother.
>You were a little adamant in her leaving the bed but she insisted that she has made a full recovery.
>Your best attempts to verify this was met with mixed results. She seemed flustered when you tried to gauge her temperature with your palm and asking to see her tongue was met with some further resistance.
>Not like you could tell the difference, mimicking what the school nurse did was one thing but understanding what it meant was another.
>Oh and the fact that you weren't a doctor didn't help.
>What was it that they did with the tongue anyways? you didn't have a flashlight but you made sure to take a good look, You didn't have those tongue stick thingies so you improvised checking her tongues temperature (is that what they did?) with your finger.
>Or maybe it had something to do with its texture? You tried probing it with your finger but you didn't really have any basis for comparison.
>Eh, you couldn't really tell the difference, you should have stopped with the palm thermometer but you couldn't help it. You wanted to make sure she had fully recovered.
>She seemed to be energetic enough (After the examination anyways) so you guess she did make a full recovery.
>What she told you after you after you agreed to let her off the bed restarted the whole argument though.
>Apparently her school duties resumed today and she had to attend a three day seminar back in Canterlot.
>You were not pleased with her going back to work so soon but she eventually prevailed.

>So here you were, walking her to the train station.
"Are you sure you're feeling better?" "I'm pretty sure it takes more than one night to recover from a fever that severe"
>"F-fever? Y-yeah, that... I'm feeling much better, really." Cheerilee replies, she seemed a little embarrassed whenever you recalled last nights events.
"You didn't forget anything did you? Because I can still run back to the house if you did." you dote
"I'm not sure about the weather in Canterlot but you should have brought along a coat...you never know if you could catch a chill there." you nag at her while you wait for the train to arrive
>"you worry too much Anon. I already told you that most of my time there will be spent indoors so I'm sure I'll be fine" She chuckles
>For someone who's on the receiving end of a nagging, Cheerilee seems to be, well... cheerful.
>The train arrives and the porters help her with her luggage as the train prepares for boarding.
"Well, you make sure you get enough rest you hear? You know I worry about you sometimes..."
>She returns to her flustered state and looks away after hearing this. Maybe you're going a bit overboard with the nagging. You cant really help it though, you did care about her after all.
>"L-listen, Anon..." she says, still looking away
>"When I get back...m-maybe we could.. you know.. uhm..we could.. well.. Would you have dinner with me?"
>You stare at her, a bit confused at this.
"Uhh... we have dinner together everyday"
>She turns to brighter shade of crimson at this.
>"I-I mean... Just the two of us.."
...
"But... Its always just the two of us" you reply, confused at the path that this conversation is taking.
>"I was thinking we could eat out. notlikeadateoranything, A-as thanks for taking care of me last night. wellmaybelikeadate" She turns to look at the wall directly behind you and smiles as she says this.
"Well, If you want to then, sure, Why not?" You didn't catch half of what she said but the train was about to leave and you didn't want "no" to be the last thing she heard from you.
>You place your palm on her neck in an attempt to check on her temperature (still nothing, why do you even bother to do this?) and kiss her goodbye.
>She laughs awkwardly after the kiss on the cheek, says goodbye and begins to walk away.
>She stops after a few steps, runs back to you and kisses you goodbye (her aim was a bit off though, she connected with the side of your mouth instead of your cheek)
>She waves and starts to walk away again, bumps into the side of the train door, runs inside and waves at you from her window.
"You take care now you hear?"
>"Itsadateallright?" she says but the already moving train drowns out her voice.
"Whaaat?" you cup your hands to the sides of your mouth in an attempt to make yourself heard. The train was already halfway out of the station at this point and Cheerilee tries to do the same thing with the the same confused expression.
>You shrug and wave goodbye and she does the same.
>you stick around until the train is no longer in sight and sigh
>Whelp, Shes a grown mare, she can take care of herself. You reassure yourself.

>A yawn escapes from your mouth as you walk home. Looks like your lack of sleep has finally caught up with you.
>You consider taking a nap when you got home, but it would be such a shame to waste a beautiful day like this lazing around.
>You get started on the housework, Doing the dishes and making sure that the house is in order. You find a small bag of bits on the kitchen table with a note that says 'food money'
>That mare, you smile to yourself. you resolve to spend as little of it as possible. Maybe find an odd job or two and earn some of your own spending money.
>You take the same approach with chores as you did with schoolwork back on earth. One job at a time, focusing on the task in front of you and moving on to the next.
>You clean up the aftermath of this mornings breakfast, a few bowls to wash, a table to clear and foodstuff to put back in their respective places. *check*
>You move over to Cheerilees bedroom, the bed was already set and the room is spotless as usual. You take the contents of the hamper, not much, just some towels and last nights bedsheets. *check*
>On to the living room, You sweep up a bit and resisted the couch as its warm comfy softness called out to your soul. *check*
>You inspect the bathroom, you and Cheerilee both cleaned up after yourselves so all you needed to do was empty out the hamper and clean up the tub. *check*
>Seems like today was mostly a laundry day, you take the bedding, towels and yesterdays garments and put them in the machine and adding some pony brand detergent and turn it on, making sure to try your best to do an evil laugh as the machine spins away the incriminating evidence from yesterdays adventures.
>You spend the next few minutes enjoying a glass of milk as you stare at the window of the washing machine. Entranced by the spinning of fabric soapy water and foam. This was no doubt the reason that Rarity spent the entire time in the wash room when she first washed your clothes.
>The machine buzzes and you move on to hanging the laundry out to dry, making sure to take one quick look at your shirt and vest, they look good as new with no signs of staining.
>You move on to the next chore but you realize that that was the last one.
>You sigh as you find yourself with nothing else to do.
>You stifle another yawn. And you realize your plans for the day.
>What was the best way to catch up on some Z's and still do something productive? you ask yourself
>The answer is simple
>You were going to do some fishing.

>A few minutes of locking up and preparing your things and you are ready to head out.
>You spend a moment to check your equipment one last time.
>Fishing rod, check. Pocket knife, check. Sleeping bag, check. Assorted supplies, check.
>You take a moment to admire your makeshift fishing rod, It seems to be holding up quite well.
>It was a simple affair that you put together from what you found in the woods and what you had on your person, A pole carved out from a flexible tree branch, A line from some string you had handy and a few makeshift hooks. This was a real lifesaver during your first few weeks of homelessness in Equestria.
>You tuck your scout knife into your inner vest pocket, This was a fairly simple tool back on earth, but you doubt that you'd be able to find a replacement were you to lose this now.
>You inspect your satchel to make sure the rest of your things are in order, A hand weaved net for holding your catch, an old blanket for sitting on, a book for company and sleeping bag in case you decide to camp out.
>You make your way to one of the more remote fishing spots. It was no secret that you were an omnivore and Fluttershy was known to give out fish to some of her pets. But, you really didn't want anyone to walk in on you while you were gutting a fish.

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>It was a beautiful day as always. You hum to yourself as You appreciate the serenity of the forest.
>With a spring in your step you head for your secret fishing spot. You were really looking forward to your nap-with-a-stick.
>Making a few detours along the way and scrounge up some wild fruit and herbs from your reliable foraging spots.
>Your old scout master would be proud, You haven't even started fishing yet and you can already make several meals out of what you have.
>You eventually reach your secret fishing spot
>The clearing close to it was already an ideal camping site all you needed to do was setup a fire pit for later and you were good to go.
>You lay down the blanket and get ready to fish.
>You cast your line and begin to relax, the day is pleasantly cloudy and the breeze is cool and relaxing.
>Pretty soon you start to doze while your hands maintain their grip.
>This is a pretty sweet deal all things considered, You'll get some much needed shut eye now with the promise of good eating waiting for you at the end of that line later.
>Your system works, You doze off for about fifteen minutes, wake up to some tugging. pull in your first catch, put it on the net recast your line and go back to sleep.
>An hour or so later and you have three medium sized fish in your net then things begin to slow down.
>You don't really mind, You allow yourself to fall into a deeper sleep since you are pretty much set for the day food wise.

>The sound of beating wings wakes you up and the small gust of wind further rouses you from nap.
>"Heya dwe-Anon, watcha up to. I was flying by and I knew something looked familiar"
"Hey Bro, Just fishing. Why don't you have a seat?" you pat the space next to you.
>If you thought that the day couldn't any get better your Bro Gilda picked the right time to show up.
>'Bro' you enjoyed saying that word. You never really got the chance to use it back on earth. But the title seemed to be a perfect fit for Gilda. You initially called her your 'mate' but she seemed a bit flustered by it so you stuck to 'Bro', which you admit, was all sorts more fun to say.
>"Thats a pretty stu-silly way of fishing, why don't you just swipe them outta the water" she makes a sweeping gesture with one of her talons as she walks up to you
>You wait for her to get seated next to you
"I like to do it my way" you show off your catch. "I got to take a nap and still got some fish out it"
>"That IS pretty clever.." she chuckles "I thought something was wrong with the way you were slumped down while you held that stick" >She pecks at your hair a couple of times and drops off some tiny leaves that must have fallen on you while you slept.
"Why don't you join me" you offer. "It wont be lunchtime for a couple of hours yet but we can hang out in the meantime" she stops picking at you for a second and turns to face you.
>A smile starts to form on her face but she stops herself as her eyes narrow and she adopts a pouty expression
>"What about Cheerilee, Don't you usually have lunch with her?" Her usually confident tone is replaced by a slightly more downcast one
"Oh, Shes out of town for a few days" Shes about to say something but you interrupt her
"You're not jealous are you? You know I like to spend time with my Bro as much as I do with Cheerilee" You lightly stroke the nape of her neck in an attempt to calm her down.
>Hanging out with Gilda for this long has let you identify whenever she started to get worked up.
>She was a great friend and you wouldn't tolerate any words against her, but she often needed a little reassurance when she fell into her depressive states after feeling left out or ignored.
>"Why not?" Her smile returns. "I could never turn my Bro down" She looks down and continues her little pecking ritual, shes now picking at the little twigs and leaves on your clothes. You must have got these on you while you were foraging.
>She has always been a little bit of a neat freak you observe. Despite her gruff demeanor, she never could stand having little pieces of debris on her feathers for long. And for some reason, You were also subject to her impeccable standards of neatness. It took some getting used to at first, but you found the experience to be quite relaxing.
>"Hows your week been?" She asks as she goes about picking at the little pieces of foliage on you.
>Being one of the few non-ponies in town must have driven you close together. Because Gilda has has been acting as a sort of confidant and advisor. She never shied away from listening to your problems (mostly about accidentally biting into the occasional dandelion sandwich), and she was equally open about herself. She was usually on the top of your list of who to ask whenever you were confused with equestrian culture.
>You recount yesterdays experiences and your findings about...'candy'.

>"You did what?" She laughs "Seriously Anon, you can be a real cub sometimes."
"It was worth a try" you shrug "It did really taste like candy though"
>You laugh, banter and trade jokes for a while but you decide to talk about more serious things when things mellowed out.
>You talk about how strange Cheerilee's been acting and last nights events.
>"You're a pretty okay dude Anon, but you can be a bit of an idio-dummy sometimes."
>You stare at her blankly, she looks at you as if she was half expecting you to deliver the punchline to an injoke.
>"You mean you've never been kissed in the mouth before?" she says, unconvinced.
"People do that on purpose?" you ask, a little intrigued on this new piece of information.
>"Well, yeah" She stares, still expecting you to react differently
"Really? Ive never seen it done before" you admit
>"Well, you see, that kind of kiss is usually reserved for people who 'like-like' each other"
>'like-like'? What a strange term
"you mean like, 'really like'?"
>"Sorta, but.. not quite" she says, you are really starting to get confused by this "You know..." she says, with an easy going expression that seemed to expect you to read her mind.
>Not really you think to yourself, you wouldn't be asking this if you knew.
>Gilda seems to gather herself for a second..
>"You know how Cheerilee really likes you right?" You nod
>"Well, judging from what the way she acts around you... she probably 'like-likes' you"
>"I mean, have you seen the way she looks at you?"
>She seems to get a little flustered and stares at the water "Heck, I 'like-like' you too, if you have to know"
>Confident that you more or less understand what shes means or that you never will. You decide to accept this explanation for. Maybe its common knowledge for everyone here and you just weren't getting it...
"I guess I kind of understand..." You attempt to rationalize things.
>If (really like) is [(like) x2] then maybe (like-like) is [(really like) x2]?
>Thats probably how it works, you reassure yourself. Your superior reasoning was more or less infallible... right?

"Well, I guess I do 'like-like' Cheerilee" Gilda seems to deflate upon hearing this. "And, all things considered I 'like-like' you too" Gilda turns to you after hearing this.
>"R-really?"
"Yeah"
>"You're not just saying that?"
"Have I ever lied to you?"
>"..." you notice a hint of red on her normally white plumage.
>This seems to make her feel better since her smile returns
"So why do people-er.. ponies-er... griffons youknowwhatimean kiss the ones they 'like-like' that way and not the ones they just 'really-like'?" You push on, Resolute in continuing with your inquiries.
>"W-well... Its because it feels better I guess.." you are surprised at the fact that there are some things that even Gilda couldn't explain well
>"Jeez I never had to explain this before" she seems to read your expression.
"Oh... It didt feel THAT much better" you share
>"You must have been doing it wrong then" she says a bit more confidently this time
"So you've done it before?" what a silly question, you rebuke yourself, of course Gilda has done it before. She knows everything doesn't she?
>"Of course!" she says nonchalantly "I'm really good at it you know, must have done it a million times..."
You look at her in admiration, of course she was. Gilda was good at everything wasn't she?
>She returns her gaze in your general direction usual confident grin in tow "I could s-show you if you want" you fail to hear the slight trembling in her voice and fail to see the shaking on each corner of her grin.

"Wow, really? Please do!" leave it to Gilda to solve all your problems for you
>She freezes briefly at your reply, Almost as if she wasn't expecting you to seriously accept her offer.
>"Y-you really mean what you said about 'like-liking' me?" she says softly, after a few seconds of silence.
"Yup"
>You note that her wings seemed a bit stiff as She scoots closer to you, until you are sitting side by side
>She slowly moves her head towards you, Her reddened face practically glowing.
>You note that this /is/ similar to what Cheerilee did.
>"A-Anon...I" She says as her beak moves in proximity to your lips. Her golden eyes, half closed.
>Knowing how it more or less went, you decided to help her out by pressing your lips against her beak. She tenses up in surprise but her expression begins to soften as she realizes whats going on.
>Maybe it was the difference in species, or your lack of knowledge in procedure, because you spend awkward seconds clumsily getting in position. You'd almost think that she was just as inexperienced as you were but you doubt Gilda was ever bad at anything.
>You eventually find a decent angle and she positions her head sideways as she opens her beak and presses it closer into your lips. her eyes slowly close as you begin to make contact.
>Her warm breath is both sweet and intoxicating. You didn't notice this when Cheerilee did it but it was probably because you were too distracted by her condition.
>You feel the moist softness of her warm tongue press against your lips, Just as Cheerilee's did. It definitely feels good but not that special you think to yourself.
>You allow her to continue while trying your best to enjoy the feeling.

>After a few seconds of licking your lips she opens her eyes and looks at you
>you return her stare
"See, Maybe I'm missing something. Because It doesn't feel all that much better" you shrug
>"You gotta meet me halfway here, Anon"
>Gilda seems to have a hard time with what shes about to say next because you can practically see her force the next words out.
>"Y-you gotta k-kiss me back or at least open your mouth"
"Oh" you say plainly. you wonder at how you could have missed this. "Wanna try again?"
>"y-yes...and" she stops momentarily "A-and I w-want you to h-hold me while we d-do it"
>She places one foreleg on your shoulder, Inches closer and she looks at you expectantly.
>Not knowing what you're supposed to be doing, you place your hand on her back and begin to trace her spine in a downwards stroking motion.
>She closes her eyes softly and lets out a light moan as you do this
>you assume you're doing things right because she turns to you with half opened eyes again and begins to re-initiate the lesson.
>This time around, you both lean close to each other in an attempt to begin contact.
>You don't know why, but the scent of her breath feels like it turned a switch somewhere in your mind. Because you simply cannot help but take in as much of it as you could.
>your mouth meets her beak halfway and as you tilt your head to a more complementary angle to hers as you press against each other.
>She maintains her half gaze as her beak opens. Her tongue once again presses itself against the opening of your mouth but this time you make sure to accommodate her.

>Her tongue makes contact with yours and you begin to feel... well, its indescribable.
>This... feeling, you never felt anything like it before.
>The sensation of her tongue pressed against yours was amazing, You are not sure if this was the proper way to go about it but you push back since you were expected to kiss her back after all.
>You feel her exhale at this and your brain apparently puts two and two together and identifies her reaction as 'enjoyment'.
>She begins to hold your shoulder closer as you do the same with her back. Her eyes slowly close as your tongues continue their embrace. You'd do the same but you want to put this new found knowledge to use and gauge her reactions.
>You notice Gilda start to apply more pressure as she Begins to wrestle her tongue with yours in a play for dominance and you allow yourself to lose as you take this opportunity to explore every part of hers. You try out varying degrees of tension on the tip, center and sides of the top of her tongue. After a few seconds of testing you begin to find her weaknesses and start to win the little 'match' by exploiting them.
>Her biggest weakness seems to the area slightly above the tip and a little before the center (you dub this area as her 'sweet spot'). you start by making small circular strokes with the tip of your tongue, followed by wide side to side movements making sure you catch her side edges and ending in you pressing your 'sweet spot' against hers and grinding it into hers.
>You find yourself winning the battle and you were soon enough on the offensive. Pushing the battle all the way to her home front.
>You take this opportunity to talk before plunging deeper into her territory.
"You know, I never got to tell you this. But, I really love the way your breath smells"
>Her golden eyes go wide at this comment while face manages to get a little bit redder and you feel her body grow just a little bit limper and her breathing is just a little bit harder.
>She tries to reply but you show no mercy and exploit the drop in her guard by attacking her sweet spot. This causes her eyes to glaze and slowly begin to close.
>Her tongue already held captive, you Begin your efforts to explore. It was your turn this time, your turn to explore the warm, moist and surprisingly sweet inside of her mouth.
>You systematically prod different parts of her, you start with the base of her tongue, then roof of her mouth, the walls of her cheeks, the border connecting her beak to the rest of her mouth.
>You take mental notes at what elicits the strongest reactions, making sure to revisit these parts later after you have finished mapping her.
>A few more seconds pass and, after mentally marking her weaknesses you begin to execute your plan of attack.
>She has considerably weakened at this point.And only manages to stay upright by clinging on to you with both forelegs.
>You see the odd tear trickle from the corner of her eyes as she makes muffled moans at your systematic assault.
>You stroke the sides of her tongue, slide downwards and trace the soft fleshy surface of its base, move upwards and draw zig zags on the roof of her mouth with the tip of your tongue and return to massaging her sweet spot.
>"Ah-ahnohn" she finally manages to vocalize while your tongue continues to massage hers. "St-stoph mhmmm frr a ohhh shec" she makes a weak attempt to pull her head away. Forelegs still holding on to you lest she fall down.
>Still not sated but willing to let her rest. you allow her to pull away but you punish her by sucking at her tongue as your mouth slowly part with hers.
>she lets out a muffled moan at this parting shot, she eventually breaks free and pants leaving a trail of saliva between your mouths.
>You were still mere inches from her. You were willing to let her break free but you were unwilling to let her labored breathing go unsampled.

>"T-that..." she says dazedly "that... was"  half of her words are swallowed up by her panting.
>"N-nobody ever kissed me bef-" she stops herself, embarrassed at accidentally revealing the truth.
"I thought you already did this a million times" you say, just as confused by her confession.
>"S-shut up" she says a little indignantly "y-you were my f-first alright" she seems to have somewhat recovered "Got a problem with that?" she makes another attempt at rallying, but the combination of irritation in her eyes and the blush on her face speak volumes.
"You felt and tasted really good" you tell her, wanting to show her how grateful you were.
>Her blush doubles and her expression softens as she begins to fidget awkwardly. You take this opportunity to move your face closer to hers, you give her a little kiss on the tip of her beak to make sure you have her full attention.
"Wanna go again?" you say, a little hungrily
>"I-I don't think I can." She says, her breathing is still slightly labored. "L-let me rest for a bit longer then m-maybe later"
"Sorry, I guess I am getting a little bit greedy" you admit.
>You attempt to give her some breathing space and she takes this opportunity to lean on your side.
>"Anon"
"Yeah?"
>"Could you... do that thing for me?"
"
Hmm? Oh, that"
>Gilda was a glutton for petting.
>Her requests for that special kind of attention has been growing more frequent ever since she figured out what your hands were capable of.
>Not that you minded of course, You loved the feeling of her soft fur and silky feathers in your hand.
>You pat your lap gesturing for her to get in position. And she happily complies and rests her head on your lap.
>You start with the back of her head and stroke downwards, tracing the direction of her feathers in slow downward strokes only stopping to align the ones that deviated from position.
>You hear her begin to purr softly after a few repetitions and you do a few more for good measure.
>Done with her head feathers, you prepare to move downwards to her back but Gilda interrupts you by pushing her head against your hand, a sign that she still wanted a little extra attention to her head.
>You indulge her request and scratch underneath her feathers. It took many petting sessions for you to figure it out, but you knew where her favorite scratching spots were.
>You scratch at the area just underneath her beak, trace a path from the side of her head downwards to her nape, and comb the special spot on the nape of her neck with your fingertips. This earns you a purr followed by her spreading her wings and presenting them to you.

>Already knowing what she wants you switch your attention to her wings, You start by stroking the shaft of her wings, aligning the feathers as you proceed to work your way to her inner wings, then towards her wingpits. She giggles and coos as you give her pits a little tickle with the tips of your fingers.
>She moves her wings a bit closer to your face and she turns to face you with her patented Gilda expression that both pleaded and demanded at the same time.
>"Please?" she says in a playful spoiled tone while twinkling her eyes at you.
>You Indulge her by pressing your face against her inner wings and planting little kisses on her wing pits.
>Gilda lets out more giggles and mock-resists your ministrations.
>Lots of laughter and a little playful rolling around later and you find yourselves prone in a lying position, Gilda on her back, wings spread on the grass. And you on top, laying face down on her chest.
>You take a moment to feel her chest on your face as you inhale her feminine scent. You don't know what clouds smell like, but this must be what they strive to be.
>You get up on your knees and begin to prop yourself up on all fours in an effort to relieve her of your weight. And you make eye contact as she looks up to you as you hold yourself up, face looming over hers.
>She has a serious look on her face and you begin to worry that something is bothering her, but her expression suddenly changes to a wry smile as she pulls you back down.
>You both laugh at her little ruse and, after a little playful wrestling, you resume your attention to her wing pits.

>An idea forms in your head and you decide to incorporate the new kissing techniques you just learned from earlier.
>You gradually change the shallow kisses to deeper ones, pressing your mouth against her wing pit, applying more pressure with each successive kiss until you are caressing her pit with your lips.
>You part her feathers with your lips and press your tongue against the flesh of her wing pit. You are not sure if all girls were like this or it was just Gilda, but you enjoy the taste that registers on your tongue.
>"A-anon what are you doing?" Gilda yelps, surprised at the new sensation as she begins to make a weak but genuine attempt to pull away.
>"W-wait, t-that feels weird" she says while squirming as you continue to trace the contours of her flesh.
>She initially attempts to evade you by closing her wing, but you push your head inside the folds as you continue your pursuit of her retreating flesh.
>"Oh Anon" she moans, as you begin to probe deeper, exploring the soft yielding surface of her pit.
>Its hard to tell if she lost some control over her body, because while she continues to shudder and squirm. She has ceased her efforts to pull away, instead she has begun to tightly cling to you as if fighting her bodies urging to evade this new sensation.
>"I-It...feels good" she whimpers still desperately holding on to you as she surrenders herself completely and allows her wings to spread open.
>No longer facing any resistance, you begin to test varying degrees of pressure, from light gentle tickles, to deep prodding strokes, making sure to gauge her reaction with every variation.
>You continue with your tongues up and down motion, finding that smooth and deliberate strokes punctuated by gentle suckles elicit the strongest response.
>You feel Gilda arch her back as you industriously work your mouth, kneading the soft mound with your lips as you lick and suck at her flesh. Her heavy breathing punctuated by "mmhhmph" and "uhhnn" sounds.
>Soon enough her long deep breaths change to short rapid ones and you feel her body begin to shiver as you continue to caress her wing pit with your tongue
>"A-anon...I-Im" she manages to let out in between moans.
>You are not sure whats happening to her but you hold her tight as you switch the smooth strokes that she seemed to favor the most and apply greater speed to match the urgency of her voice.
>you feel her inhale one last time and as her entire body begins tense up, Her limbs grip you tight As she calls out your name through gritted teeth.
>You match the intensity of her reaction by sucking at her wing pits 'sweet spot' while rapidly licking circles into it as it enters your mouth.
>This seems to work as intended because her body begins to convulse as she somehow manages to grip you even tighter.
>After a few moments of shuddering, she eventually lightens her hold on you and you in turn gently set her down as she collapses  exhausted.

>You turn to face her, wanting to ask if you performed satisfactorily.
>Her face is flushed red, her eyes are gently closed and there is drool dripping from the side of her mouth.
>The sight of her saliva going to waste renews your desire to kiss her and you move in.
>You start licking at the sides of her beak, making sure that not a drop of her sweet nectar is wasted. her eyes half open as you do this. And after a brief meeting of eyes, Knowing what you want, she wordlessly opens her mouth to grant you access.
>Small trails of saliva stretch between the two ends of her beak as they separate and she begins to stick out her tongue.
>You take her tongue in yours before its even halfway out, not wanting to wait a second longer.
>"Ahnwn" is all she manages to let out as you continue where you left off.
>Your tongue cordially embraces hers and you decide to take the lead in this dance when you realize that her tongue is completely submissive to yours.
>Having practiced earlier, you are already aware of of the motions and allow yourself to immerse in the sensation of the warm softness of her tongue and the moist slickness of her mouth as you drink deeply of her nectar.
>You don't know why but one of your hands moves instinctively towards her chest.
>Your hand not quite finding what its looking for settles to cupping her chest feathers and moving in slow circles. While a voice in your mind says that something is missing, The silky warmth of her feathers and the feeling of her beating heart still quite pleasant.
>Minutes pass and she once again implores for rest.
>You make sure to take in as much of her nectar as your mouths part. And you maintain eye contact with her as she pants softly.

"Want me to pet you some more?" you say gently and she wordlessly nods at the offer.
>Still laying side by side, she presents her belly to you by folding her forelegs out of the way. And you take the hint and get in position.
>You sit in front of her belly and begin to rub. She coos blissfully as you rub her belly with two hands, each hand stroking in circles and doing figure 8 motions.
>After a minutes or so, move on from the belly rubs and continue downwards to your favorite part.
>You begin to work on her toe pads, looking back on your relationship, it took a great degree of trust before she allowed you to touch them.
>You trace the edges with your thumbs, adoring the soft smoothness. she is usually ticklish with these but she lets out moans instead of the usual giggles as you continue to massage them.
>Satisfied with her paws, you begin to work upwards, using your fingers and thumbs to work on the muscles on her shins, then her thighs, then upwards to her hips.
>You note that her hindquarters are definitely thicker than a ponies as you massage her hips. Requiring deeper strokes to reach her more defined musculature beneath the thick padding of flesh.
>Massaging her thighs and hips reminds you of your run ins with Fluttershy and Rarity. If her mouth and wings were any indication.... then surely Gilda would taste amazing there...
"Gilda..." you speak as you feel your thirst renew. "I want to... I want to taste your 'candy'" you reference your earlier discussion.
>She turns to you, eyes still glazed, and you hear her attempt speak in between pants.  "yours..." "a-anything.." "you.." "w-want..." were all you could make out

>You set her in the most comfortable position you could think of before you move behind her.
>With a little direction, Gilda manages to position herself for optimal access.
>She lets out a cute whine when you held her tail to move it out of the way. 'Cute'? you wonder why your mind is starting to interpret these little cues as 'cute' and 'girly'. You don't recall being able to make such observations before.
>Reacting to the sound she made , you take a look towards her face and you notice Gilda looking back at you, Though her eyes are glazed, her worried expression is unmistakable. You don't understand why she would be worried though, Your made sure to give every detail when you recalled the story to her. So why was she so nervous when she knew exactly what was going to happen next?
>Her tail out of the way, you notice some fluid dripping from her slit. You don't really know what you're supposed to do with that orifice so you make sure to leave it alone for now and avoid and further contact with it.
>She begins to tremble at your touch, Definitely nervous, you think to yourself.
>You ease her in by gently massaging her buttocks with your hands while you subtly caress the outskirts of her hole with your thumbs.
>You punctuate this with soft kisses to her inner thighs. And  before long, you notice her whimpers slowly turn into moans.
>You press her cheeks together and kiss the dimples of her thighs. Your thumbs continue their subtle probing of her outer ridges and her slit visibly begins to produce more fluid.
>You spread her cheeks apart and with the help of your thumbs, spread her hole into a horizontal oblong shape. You feel less resistance as her clenching slowly subsides.
>She gasps as you kiss the base of her tail and you begin to exhale, making sure your warm breaths hit the entrance to her hole.
>You feel her hole cease its clenching and begin to twitch. You use the tip of your tongue to make extremely light pats on her outskirts making sure that only the barest suggestion of a touch would register.

>She begins to breathe deeper at this as her hole continues to expand and contract.
>"A-anon..." she calls out, apparently reaching her limit from your teasing "p-please"
>Her hind legs begin to fidget with anxiety and a small trail of fluid can be seen flowing from her slit to each side of her inner thighs.
>More moans come as you continue to exhale directly at her opening. Feeling her readiness you press the tip of your tongue against her forbidden hole and begin to apply the subtlest of pressures.
>She gasps as your touch registers, and her hole clenches slightly, more in surprise than in defiance while her slit begins to twitch as more fluids flow out.
>You actually prefer it this way. Through your limited experience, you found that a little resistance made the explosion of flavor all the better when you finally broke through.
>You press your tongue against her entrance, only applying minimal pressure, making sure to keep your tongue as soft as possible, you want her to allow you entry with her own free will.
>You flatten the tip of your tongue against her portal and begin alternating between vertical and horizontal strokes, ever so often you would stop at the center and trace the contours of her entrance. You note that her moans become a little more intense during these small incursions.
>No more than ten seconds have passed when you notice her body grow rigid in a fashion similar to when you kissed the pits of her wings.
>You deal with this in a likewise similar manner and focus all your attention to the contours of her entrance, making sure to trace every ridge and apply just a little bit more pressure.

>Her body shudders for a moment as and her entrance finally yields to your advances as it grants you entry.
>Gilda bites back a moan and you hear a "mhmmmmm" sound as your tongue makes its way to her insides.
>You stretch her out by making slow swirling movements with your tongue as you proceed into her depths
>You hear her short, sharp gasps you as continue to probe further in. Your tongue is only halfway in since have been taking it slow.
>A third of the way in and the short "Ahh" sounds shes been making have begun to increase in intensity
>After allowing her a moments respite, you proceed to push in the last few centimeters of your tongue.
>"Y-you're s=still going to g-go deeper?!" she says, panic beginning to show in her voice.
>You answer her question by continuing, one centimeter at a time and she momentarily tries to squirm away but she soon surrenders herself after you reassuringly stroke her hips.
>Your tongue eventually hilts and you let her know by pressing your lips against her rim.
>"S-so... deep" she moans, eyes closed shut and as a few tears trickle down her face.
>You give her a few seconds to allow her body to get accustomed to your presence.
>You wait for her breathing to become somewhat normalized before you proceed to move.
>You move your tongue up and down, stretching her walls as you begin to trace its bumps and ridges with the tip of your tongue
>You then alternate to left and right movements further expanding her depths
>You hear her gasp and moan as you proceed to work her insides
>You switch to a more intense version of your swirling motion, this is not much faster than before, but you apply much more pressure to her yielding walls as you circle inside her.
>"Y-you're stirring me up" she whimpers
>You begin slowly moving outwards while continuing your tongues spiraling motion, making sure not to miss a spot. Then as soon as you are a fourth of the way out you push back inside, making up and down waving motions as if swimming in her steadily moistening depths.
>"S-somethings happening" she exclaims as you slowly move your tongue back inwards.
>Her body once again begins to shudder in that familiar manner and she once again lets out a moan through her gritted teeth
>You feel her hole begin to fill with a thick smooth fluid, its flavor unmistakeably sweet.
>The sweetness is overpowering, you take a moment to savor its fondant goodness before you resume.
>She senses your motion continue and she yelps "w-wait i-i just c-came" and she lets out a loud moan as you continue on.
>Despite her protests, you continue your in and out spiraling motions gradually increasing the distance that you pull out before pushing back in with a swimming motion of your tongue. A third of a the way out, Half way out soon you only have a fourth of your tongue inside her hole before you move back inside. her body shudders and produces more fluid every time you push back in.
>You continue your spiraling outward movement and this time around you pull your tongue all the way out.
>She moans as her hole makes a wet popping sound and you take this opportunity to drink her sweetness.
>After enjoying a mouthful you once again press the tip of your tongue against her entrance intending to burrow in one last time.

>"I-I cant" she half sobs, shaking her head left and right. her legs collapsing underneath her as she takes a prone position.
>As always, you do not give up on her. Her will always wavered when things got rough. She was a tough girl, she only needed a little push from time to time.
>You took a moment to recollect your beginnings with her. You always pushed her on then and you will definitely push her on now.
>You lower your profile to match her prone position and hold quivering hips. There was a small puddle underneath her slit now.
>She looks at you with tears streaming down her face "A-Anon..." that one word that always spoke volumes.
>You get in position and press your tongue into her entrance. She braces by shutting her eyes and gritting her teeth
>Her flesh yields and your tongue begins its swimming motion, pushing her quavering walls aside as it dove deeper into her depths.
>Her mouth opens and her tongue extends outwards at this sensation. As if the act of moving her tongue out would somehow allow more space for yours.
>You eventually hilt and her expression changes to that of a serene fullness. Her eyes are restfully closed now instead of violently shut and she begins to take deep breaths in preparation for what comes next.
>You begin to pull your tongue out making sure that the swirling motion is as intense as possible. You want it to press as deeply into her walls as possible.
>You are only a quarter of a way out when her body begins to shudder, She buries her head in her forelegs trying her best to maintain her composure, she Beautifully keeps this up until you are halfway out.
>This changes when you are a third of the way out as she begins to moan out your name with every breath.
>you massage her rim with your lips as you begin to extract the last quarter of your tongue, its spiraling motion still unceasing
>She loses control at this point and her hips begin to quake, the fondant sweetness of her fluids begin pour into your mouth.
>You begin to suck as she grinds her rear into your face. Your mouth and tongue work in tandem as you feast on her syrupy.
>You take this time to further inspect the flavor and after a little analysis you find a hint of custard in the mix
>She continues to moan softly for a few more seconds until her shuddering begins to subside.
>You continue working on her rear for just a while longer until no trace of her fondant goodness remain. and you allow her to rest as you take the blanket that you've rolled away from.
>You spread the blanket on the grass and gesture for her to lie on it, You leave her to rest as you walk to the river and wash your face in the pristine water, making sure to moisten your handkerchief in the process.
>You walk back to her and share a small kiss before you begin to wipe her face with your handkerchief, she purrs throughout the act basking at your attention.
>You lay down next to her and fold your arms behind your head for support.

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>You look at the sky and admire the clouds.
>You play a game of cloud guessing in your mind, mentally matching their shape to animals and things.
>From down here they look so soft and inviting, like small tufts of cotton floating in the sky.
>You content yourself with the fact that you will never walk on them.
>You look at Gilda's resting form, you feel grateful that a someone who could spend their lives living in the clouds still chooses to allow their feet to touch the ground and walk amongst the likes of you.
>She notices you looking at her and she smiles at you and breaks the silence.
>"So, that's how humans have sex huh?" she says, in a playfully confident tone, as if she didn't just spend the last half hour squirming and whimpering.
>...
"Whats a seks?" you respond
>She once again, gives you that skeptical look. And you respond with an inquisitive one.
>You continue this little staring contest still waiting for her to enlighten you.
>"N-never mind..." she says, cowardly breaking away.
>You decide to let this one go. Today has been a 'Tell Anon he's stupid' kind of day and you'd rather not keep it that way.
>You return your attention to the clouds and she joins you.
>She points at one and as if reading your mind she says, "That one looks like a rabbit"
"That one looks like a hat" you point
>You spend a few more minutes playing this game, enjoying life's little pleasures.
>You'd never tell her, but you suspect that she prepares these clouds in advance and allows them to slowly drift to your direction.

>Lunch time soon approaches and you get to work preparing lunch for the both of you.
>A fish for you and two for Gilda, You dress the fish, cleaning it out and stuffing it with the wild herbs from your earlier foraging and then skewering them in some sticks.
>Gilda watches over your shoulder as you do this. She has always been a little intrigued by your culinary techniques.
>"Is it ready yet?" Gilda eyes the fish hungrily
"Just be patient, Another 15 minutes and it'll be perfect" This wasn't the first time that you had a little fish fry with your bro, but she was a little impatient when it came to waiting around.
>You secure the skewered fish on a spit and leave it to roast over the fire. And head downstream to wash your hands.
>You come back and see her curiously leafing through your book while holding it upside down.
>Not that it would make a difference of course. It was one of your books from the human world after all and while the spoken language was the same, the difference written language was quite noticeable.
>You sit down next to her and relax.
>"How much longer?" she breaks the silence
"Around four, maybe five minutes tops"
>"Whats this book about anyways" she says, probably talking for the sake of hearing you reply rather than out of curiosity.
"Its an adventure story, kind of like those Daring Doo books that I've seen you buy" This causes her to freeze momentarily.
>"I-I was buying it for a friend" she lies a little indignantly
Your turn to give her that deadpan look. If feels good to be on the opposite end of it for once.
>She wavers at your stare, she never could hold out for long.
>"Do you think I'm less cool if I say I like to read?"
"Whats wrong with reading?" you reassure her "I like to read too you know" you point at the book
"Besides, just because you're cool doesn't mean you cant be smart too" She blushes at the implied complement.
>"Like you'd know" she banters, trying to redirect attention from her embarrassment.

>You play along and banter with each other until lunchtime arrives.
>You hand her a stick which she happily obliges and you both begin to eat, sitting side by side.
>"I gotta say Anon, I usually prefer to eat them straight outta the water but the way you make em really crispy on the outside and extra tasty on the inside is something else"
>You smile at her, amused at how much she enjoys your cooking.
>You dig into yours but find difficulty in stripping the flesh from the bone. The fish is nice and tender, but your little 'exercise' seems to have caught up because your mouth is a little too tired to fully open, making the task more tiring than usual.
>You finish a quarter of your fish and you notice that Gilda has already finished with her first one and is hungrily eyeing the second.
>You hand her the second fish and she gratefully accepts and digs in while you return to taking slow tedious tedious bites on your portion.
>A minute or so later and you're focused on a particularly tricky part when Gilda's beak blurs into your meal a and chunk disappears from the fish.
>You turn to her, eyes following the movement more on reflex than anything.
>Shes holding a conveniently bite sized chunk of meat on the tip of her beak and she nudges it towards your mouth.
>You reluctantly accept it and she watches you chew before pecking into your fish once again.
>You begin to protest but she gives you a stern look and you are compelled to accept.
>You stare at her embarrassed, at having to receive assistance and at the same time, surprised at how well she is able to read into your needs.
>"You should have said so sooner" she says, with an irritated expression that fails to hide the blush forming on her face. As she watches you chew.
>She takes another peck at the fish proceeds to feed you another piece. The fact that she is just as embarrassed as you are makes this assistance slightly less demeaning than it would otherwise be.
>She takes the stick from your hand you feel yourself start to redden at having to receive this kind treatment.
>"You should never turn down help when its freely offered" She does a perfect impersonation of your tone as she quotes one of your earlier lectures from back in the day.
Her pre emptive response robs you of any possible retort as she continues to feed you. Piece of meat passing from one red face to another.

>Lunch eventually ends and after washing up down river, you both collapse lazily on the spread out sleeping bag.
>"Anon..." she speaks, once again the first to break the silence.
"Hmm?" you hope its something you understand this time.
>"Y-you know that thing about me saying I 'like-like' you?"
"Yes, what about it?" yep, time to feel stupid again...
>"Well, t-thats not entirely true" she says, seemingly shrinking at your gaze.
You wait for her to continue, shes having difficulty expressing herself again it seems.
>"I-I... well... I love you" she started out weakly but seemed to gain resolve close towards the end.
>You smile and look back up at the sky, relieved that she didn't bring up another complicated topic.
"I know Gilda, And I love you too"
>This time around you decide to not bother talking semantics with her. You Loved your friends, Equestria and pretty much everyone and anything in it. You'd tell her this but you know It'll follow the same path as 'like-like' and you'll soon find yourself looking stupid again.
>As far as you were concerned, If being with someone made you feel like life was a little bit more complete, then consider that person loved.
>Sure, you loved her a little more than the rest but lets not let it get to her head.
>She accepts your answer without need for further reassurance and she quietly lies a little bit closer to you.
>The silence once again washes over you both as you enjoy the pleasant mid afternoon, your plans of doing something productive quickly heading out the window.
>This was just a lazy kind of day, you think to yourself.

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