The gentle rays of early morning sunshine peered in through the leaves of the many trees lining the trail leading into Ponyville, casting a haze of orange light that glowed in the morning mist. The tweets of birds and the whistling of a calm summer breeze filled the air, allowing an atmosphere of peace and tranquility to envelop the land.
Said peace and quiet was interrupted by a snapping twig, and the creak of a carriage being pulled by a huffing and puffing mare as she strained with the weight at her back.
"Grr... this... is the last time Trixie takes her show to those ungrateful McColts... I mean, please - a witch!?" Trixie scoffed, her hoof digging into the dirt as she approached a hill.
Burn marks and a few holes lined her flowing and majestic cape, where she'd been nearly speared by pitchforks or burned by torches, making her look all the more pitiful as she struggled to climb the hill. The showmare's wagon fared little better than she did, bearing several more burn marks and both windows broken by whatever bricks or other objects the ponies could throw at her.
Huffing as she pressed harder against her yolk, Trixie grit her teeth, "Oh, you should go do a show down at the McColt farm, Trixie... those ponies have never seen show magic before! They'll love you!" She grumbled, "Well you were bucking wrong, Starlight!" She shouted, before slipping and falling onto her face.
Unfortunately, with no more force keeping the wagon from rolling back down the hill, Trixie was treated to a face-full of dirt as she was dragged back down the few feet she'd managed to climb. Slowly lifting her now brown-coated muzzle, Trixie pouted.
"I am so getting her back for this..." She muttered, before getting back to her hooves and trying again.
It took her the entire day to get up the hill.
As she slowly lumbered her wagon into town, Trixie let out a sigh of relief. For the first time since arriving in said town, she felt no apprehension or fear for the townsponies reactions to her. It wasn't even because of her work to redeem herself and fix her damaged reputation. She was simply too tired to care what anypony else thought of her anymore. The prospect of getting off her sore hooves and resting for the night somewhere with a working shower, sounded absolutely lovely.
Having a friend who owed her after the Tartarus she'd put her through by recommending such a ridiculous show destination, Trixie made for the crystal castle right away. Even the heavy load on her back that felt like it only got heavier with each step she took, suddenly felt like little more than a minor distraction, with the prospect of taking a nice hot bath and sleeping for sixteen hours only being mere minutes away.
A few ponies still gave her the stink eye, while most others regarded her with barely a nod of acknowledgement, but she couldn't care less as she closed in on her destination. However, as she approached the front door of the castle, it quickly became quite clear that there was something amiss at the castle. The sun was setting off on the horizon, which would usually mean the winding down of activity for the ponies in and around the castle. However, the entire building was bustling with activity, mares and stallions alike darting in and out of the front doorway in a panic.
As Trixie pulled her wagon to the side of the castle and unhitched herself, she raised an eyebrow at the antics she was seeing. She'd never seen so many ponies running in and out of Twilight's castle, and the sight of such panic in all of their eyes only made her confusion turn to concern. What if something world ending was happening? What if the changelings were bad again? What if something happened to Starlight?
The concern for her best friend quickly ushering her forward, Trixie trotted up the steps of the castle, narrowly dodging Derpy, Roseluck, and Nurse Redheart as the three mares barreled past her. Trixie glanced after them for a moment before heading inside and finding, to her surprise, Starlight just there in front of her. The light purple unicorn mare was barking orders like a drill sergeant, making Trixie tilt her head to the side in even further confusion.
"Tempest, you and Rainbow will take the East end of town! Fluttershy and Pinkie will meet you both at the North end once your sweep is done. Remember, if you find him, immediately let the rest of us know and stay with him!" Starlight announced, receiving a professional salute from the tall, mulberry unicorn mare and her rainbow-maned companion.
Both mares quickly turned and darted out the front door, leaving the already puzzled Trixie even more confused as Starlight moved right over to the next mares in the foyer.
"Okay, Rarity and AppleJack, you two will start back over at Sweet Apple Acres since AJ knows it better than anypony. Sweep to the South and meet up with Roseluck, Derpy, and Nurse Redheart." Starlight ordered, receiving a pair of salutes once more.
As AppleJack and Rarity charged out the door, Trixie quickly trotted over to Starlight.
"Starlight! What the hay is going on!?" She questioned.
"Trixie! Oh thank Faust you're here! Something has happened to Anon and Twilight's got her entire herd looking for him. She asked me to help-" Starlight began, but Trixie quickly interrupted.
"Who's Anon?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
Starlight frowned, "Anon? The tall, bipedal creature? He's been the talk of the town for like... the past few weeks..." She trailed off, "Oh, that's right. You were down South at the McColt farm! How was that, by the-"
"Terrible!" Trixie interrupted again, "Awful! They ran me out of town for being a 'witch'!" She exclaimed, nearly dropping her signature hat off her head in the process.
"O-Oh..." Starlight replied, before seeing Twilight enter behind the stagemare, "L-listen, I'm really sorry it didn't go well, Trixie, but we'll have to talk later. I need to go with Twilight." She replied, hopping off the table she was standing on.
"W-wait! Trixie is still upset with you!" Trixie screeched, an aghast look on her face.
"I'll apologize later!" Starlight called over her wither as she trotted out the doorway with Twilight.
Just like that, all the hustle and bustle of the castle was gone, and everypony was gone. Trixie glanced back and forth in the otherwise empty and silent hall, her lips pursed and her brow furrowed in a frown as she was left alone once more.
"Fine then! Trixie didn't want to chew you out anyway!" Trixie exclaimed, flippantly sighing as she turned away from the entrance.
Trixie didn't know exactly who or what this "Anon" creature was and frankly, she didn't care. The only thing that she knew was that she desperately needed a hot bath, and with the entire castle vacant, she would have no trouble acquiring a guest room to utilize. However as she walked over to the staircase leading upstairs, she found the prospect of climbing up a flight of steps to be utterly unappealing, especially after such a long day. So it was with a quiet sigh that she walked over to one of the less lavish guest rooms on the ground floor.
Truth be told, "less lavish" was still leagues ahead of any kind of lavishness that Trixie was familiar with, and as she entered the guest suite of her choice, the last few rays of sunshine bled away behind the horizon, leaving a reddish-purple light spilling into the room through the window facing the Eastern horizon. The crystalline refractions of the window made an angular, hexagonal pattern of light appear on the floor.
Letting out a tired sigh, Trixie trudged over to the bathroom, her cloak and hat levitating over to a pair of coat racks mounted on the wall beside her. Her pink aura wisped away as she cut off her magic, only to reignite as she turned the knobs of the bathtub to release a deluge of cold water. She stopped at the side of the tub, her hoof reached under the stream of water until the temperature reached a level that was to her liking. She quickly plugged the drain with the attached cork and allowed the water to fill the tub.
Trixie brought her now damp hoof to her chin as her tongue danced behind her lips, her brow furrowed in thought over which bath bomb to use. After a few moments of careful consideration, she decided on lavender and plopped it into the tub. Light purple quickly colored the otherwise clear bathwater, turning to a mass of white, fizzy bubbles that called out to her. So it was with a sigh of relief that Trixie stepped into the tub one hoof at a time and laid on her back. The warm water slowly rose until it reached her neck, at which point she used her magic to turn both knobs back over, halting the flow of water.
As she relaxed into the water, Trixie felt all of her stresses and agitation slowly drift away, as if they were on a raft in the open ocean. The faint popping of bubbles kissed her fuzzy ears while the warmth of the water soaked into her fur, easing her tired muscles as well. The only thing missing from the experience was a pair of nice hooves to massage her neck, though she knew she wouldn't be getting any company for the foreseeable future.
"Pfft. What does she even care about this 'Anon' creature? She's not in his herd, Twilight is." Trixie grumbled, her mind drifting back to the way Starlight had avoided her.
The gentle, calming nature of the bath soon turned sour as Trixie's mind lingered back on the thoughts accosting her. How could her best friend set her up with such a botched show in the first place? How could she be so busy that she couldn't even stick around to take a verbal lashing for the pain and stress she'd caused Trixie!? It wasn't fair! She's always off gallivanting with Twilight and her friends, and Sunburst... soon enough she'd be in a herd with that turbo nerd stallion, and then she'd never see her best friend again.
Trixie growled as she grinded her teeth together. Loathe as she was to admit it, the thought of Starlight and Sunburst getting together gnawed at her almost daily. She held no ill will for the stallion, but by Celestia's beard, Starlight had beensmitten with him ever since they were foals. She'd just never worked up the teats to ask him out, but that day was coming.
Trixie shook her head and sank lower into the tub, her muzzle slipping under the surface just enough to keep her nostrils above water. She let out a long, low whistle underwater, blowing a series of bubbles that tickled her snout and brought a slight reprieve from the jealous thoughts filling her mind.
Trixie lifted her muzzle out of the water, a fresh wave of indignant thoughts on her mind, "-And Trixie will tell you what, there's no way-" She began, only to freeze as she heard a loud creak.
Sitting upright in her tub, Trixie stared through the open doorway, her ears perked forward as she listened intently for any signs of what could have made that sound. After a few seconds, she heard what she could only describe as a scraping sound mere seconds later, making her jump and splash some water out of the tub. Her hackles fully risen, Trixie only now realized that she'd been in the tub for quite some time, if the utter lack of daylight was any indication. Only the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the crystal windows gave her any semblance of light in the otherwise dark room.
Her horn lit up in a bright pink hue, turning the bathroom around her similarly pink as she slowly got out of the tub. Levitating a towel over to herself, Trixie dried herself off as best as she could without taking her eyes off of the doorway. Even so, water droplets cascaded off of her coat and fell to the crystal floor below, forming a puddle within seconds. She took measured and slow steps forward, each one leaving a hoof-shaped puddle of water behind as she slowly approached the doorway.
She heard grunting and what sounded like a heavy object fall to the floor in her room, making her jump. She shook with fear as a number of possible threats appeared in her mind. However, nothing could prepare her for just what exactly was on the other side of the door as she hesitantly peaked around the corner. Black chitin and swampy blue hair that could belong to none other than the Queen of the Changelings herself, Queen Chrysalis, appeared in her vision, making Trixie's heart stop. Worse yet, the form of the evil queen was lurching right toward her!
"Gah!" Trixie screeched, immediately turning tail and trying to run away.
However, in her haste, she didn't take the wetness of the floor into account, and promptly slipped after just a couple steps. She faceplanted onto the crystal floor and slid headfirst straight into the bathtub, where she promptly bonked her muzzle against its hard frame.
"Oh shit!" A voice cried out from behind her, but she gave it no heed as she struggled to her hooves.
Unfortunately, her scampering on a wet floor with wet hooves and a barely dry coat, only made the process of getting back up just that much harder, and she quickly tumbled to the floor once again, this time hitting her knee on the edge of the tub.
"Ow!" Trixie cried, nursing her throbbing muzzle and elbow as she writhed in pain on the wet floor.
"Are you okay?!" That same voice cried out, though this time Trixie was able to actually notice the distinctly masculine tone and concerned inflection it held. There was no way it was Chrysalis that was speaking.
Her eyes watering from the bumped snout, Trixie slowly turned her head to the source of the voice, her eyes going wide as she saw the human behind her for the first time. He towered over her by at least double her height, his imposing frame as impressive as it was filthy. Even compared to her state upon arriving in town, this human was utterly filthy. Dirt and grime were smeared all over his back and legs, and that was to say nothing of his sweaty and overall grimy appearance.
Trixie recoiled slightly as the absolute stench of sex permeated through the air, her bruised muzzle scrunching as her sinuses were attacked by the scent.
"I-I thought... Chrysalis..." Trixie muttered, glancing down to the doorway.
Anon blanched and held up his hands in the most placating manner he could, "Uh, yeah... look, it's a long story but I promise she isn't going to hurt anyone. Besides, she's conked out for... well, probably the rest of the night. If she didn't wake up while I dragged her over here, she isn't waking up any time soon." He explained, bashfully.
Trixie immediately felt the full force of her fear come back and she quickly started panting, "Oh no... oh no, she's here! She's right behind you! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my-" She hyperventilated, until Anon silenced her by placing his hand over her muzzle.
"It's okay! I promise. Like I said, she's out cold. I just... needed to get her somewhere safe before I got everyone back together and told them about her." Anon explained, slowly removing his hand from her muzzle.
If the smell of sex was strong before, it was absolutely pungent now, and Trixie's mind reeled as her sinuses and taste buds were subjected to a close proximity bombardment of pheromones and Anon's salty scent. Even despite her heart still hammering in her chest, she felt her nethers seize and a wave of euphoria rush down her spine. Her eyes blinked wildly as she struggled to comprehend just why her body was reacting so strongly, but she had no time to question as Anon quickly grabbed her head with both hands.
"Listen... I know you don't know me, but I need a massive favor from you." Anon told her, looking directly into her violet eyes.
"W-what do you need of Trixie?" Trixie asked, swooning slightly as she felt Anon's piercing gaze staring straight into her soul.
She felt herself getting lost in those chocolate irises of his, his voice like a soft serenade on her tired ears as he held her close. His fingers dug into her coat, promising a featherlight touch that no stallion could match. As his breath washed over her face, she found herself inhaling deeply, capturing as much of the sweet, salty scent that emanated from his tongue with each word he spoke. It was enough to make her form a puddle of her own that certainly wasn't water.
"-eed you to stay here and watch Chrysalis while I go get everyone that's out looking for me... I didn't want to just drag her over to them out there and get her attacked before I could explain." Anon finished, looking hopefully into her eyes.
"Mmhh? T-Trixie can do whatever you need her to, stud." Trixie mumbled, pawing at Anon's bare chest with her hoof.
As she touched his skin, she instantly became aware of the fact that he was, in fact, naked. Her eyes drifted south, taking in the view of the specimen before her, though her prize was obscured by a sudden hug from the tall man. Though she was upset about his pride being hidden from her, she found it utterly impossible to complain as he held her tight, his pheromones and scent absolutely flooding her nostrils.
"Alright, awesome. Thank you so much, uh.. Trixie, right?" Anon asked, having realized she was talking in third person.
"Mmhmm... Trixie can do anything you need... for a price." Trixie purred, nuzzling her cheek against his chest.
Anon groaned as he pulled away slightly from the hug, "Let me guess. You want me to fuck your brains out?" He deadpanned.
Trixie nodded before drawing her tongue up his shirtless chest.
"You know, it'd be a lot safer and easier for me to do that if I went and got everyone and then we banged after they were all back to make sure Chrysalis can't do anything when she wakes up." Anon rebutted.
Trixie pointedly ignored him and huffed his scent, her tongue drawing long, slow strokes up his chest as she tasted his salty essence. Whether she meant to or not, she managed to bury her snout in the one place on Anon's body that was relatively clean.
"Trixie..." Anon muttered.
"You want Trixie's help? That is her price. Trixie was run out of town the other day and had to pull her carriage all the way back from some backwater halfway across Equestria. Trixie was enjoying a nice, hot bath to relax and ease her troubles away. Then you come barging in, scare the daylights out of her and expect her to watch the most dangerous villain in Equestria for you?" Trixie shot back, glaring up at Anon.
"I-I'm not saying 'no'! I'm just-" Anon tried to protest.
"Trixie's mind is made up. She hasn't had any action in months and you smell so bucking good that she's going to cum just from licking you. Now, what's it gonna be?" She demanded.
Anon slowly glanced back over to where the sleeping Chrysalis was still passed out on the floor next to the open window he'd carried her in through. With a heavy sigh and a shake of his head, he turned back to Trixie and made up his mind.
"Fuck it." He announced, before grabbing a handful of her mane.
He yanked her head back enough to pull her soft lips from the nipple she'd started sucking on, much to her dismay, only to quickly silence her objections by mashing his lips against hers. The impact forced her to gasp, allowing easy access for him to shove his tongue into her mouth.
Trixie instantly went limp in Anon's arms, a throaty moan escaping her as Anon utterly dominated her. It wasn't that she was inexperienced, but the stress of the day, combined with the utterly euphoric endorphins flooding her mind as she was treated to a barrage of salty flavor straight from the tap, rendered her utterly helpless against Anon. Her forelegs fell limply to her sides as her eyes rolled back in her head, her own tongue weakly licking against the underside of Anon's as he traced her teeth and the top of her mouth.
The tickling sensation building up in her loins only increased ten-fold as Trixie was subjugated and dominated by this hulking, powerful man that held her in his arms as if she weighed nothing at all. Her mind swam in pleasure, but more than the bliss accosting her, she felt strangely safe in his arms, as if there was simply no way in the world he would ever hurt her. Even with a horrible and terrifying villain just a few paces behind him, she felt like nothing in the world could do her any harm.
"M-myah..." Trixie gasped, pulling away for a moment to catch her breath.
Her vision blurred as Anon leaned in close, planting soft kisses along her neck, down to her collar. Trixie bit her lip and panted through her nostrils as Anon's hand migrated south, teasingly tracing over her nipples for a brief moment, before heading even further down. She cried out in both ecstasy and surprise as Anon's fingertips brushed against her slit, her needy clit winking out to kiss the soft pads of his digits on instinct.
Smelling blood in the water, Anon rotated his hand and pressed his palm against her teats as he reached down with his index and ring finger. The digits sensually slipped into her syrupy folds, instantly becoming damp with her arousal as a string of her natural lubricant leaked down her thigh. Trixie's breath came in shaky gasps as Anon continued to kiss and nibble on her neck, somehow knowing her weakest spots before she could even tell him. The featherlight touch of his lips against her collar got her so hot and excited, while the tips of his fingers slipping into and out of her snatch made bolts of pleasure ricochet up her spine.
Trixie openly panted for air, her thoughts becoming even more drunk on Anon's scent as she inhaled him again and again. The further into the foreplay he went, the hotter and sweatier he got, making the effect that started as a trickle, cascade into a waterfall of lust that threatened to tear her entire mind apart. Before long, he plunged his fingers into her slit, down to the knuckles. The added stimulation and delightfully sinful pleasure of his fingertip reaching just up to her g-spot, made Trixie's eyes roll even further back into her head and her tongue loll out of her mouth.
A string of drool leaked from her mouth as Anon properly fingered her, playing her like a fiddle with his dexterous digits. Her mind reeled as the fire in her loins grew to a fever pitch, making her clench her thighs together to stave off the inevitable for as long as possible. However, she could only prolong her pleasure for so long, and so it was with a climactic howl that she finally came. Her nectar gushed from her marehood, soaking Anon's hand and splashing onto the floor as her hindlegs trembled, threatening to give out from under her.
"Ughhhhnnngnn." Trixie grunted, her hips convulsing as she rode the waves of ecstasy racking her entire body over and over.
It took her a few moments to come down from her first orgasm, but Anon gave her little time for a reprieve as he wrapped his arms around her and leaned forward, making her lay down on her back. She gave a small shiver as the cold floor met her back, but any protests she may have voiced were promptly silenced as Anon pressed his lips against hers once more. This time she eagerly met his tongue with her own, initiating a battle of wills that was much more even than the previous engagement.
That was, until she felt Anon's mushroom-shaped cockhead press against her sopping wet folds. She broke the kiss, gasping as she felt the warmth of his cock touching her, but again, was quickly silenced as Anon followed her lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth yet again. The combined stimulus had her swimming in a lustful haze, the moments of bliss only interrupted by bolts of profound pleasure as inch after inch of manhood slid into her slit. Trixie could feel Anon's pounding heart through his shaft as his glans rubbed against her walls, massaging her g-spot in just the right way.
Trixie panted through her nostrils as Anon bottomed out inside of her, the tip of his shaft pressing firmly against her womb and forming a slight bulge in her tummy. A brief respite in the kiss as Anon took a sobering breath, allowed her to look down at her belly, seeing the bulge between her teats and making it look as if she had a third. The thought made her giggle for a moment, only for that giggle to turn to a long, drawn out moan as Anon pumped his hips forward again, his weight making the moment, however slight it was, hit that much harder against her deepest barrier.
Trixie gasped for air as the feeling forced the air from her lungs, but any air she replaced was quickly dispelled once more as a sharp whine left her lips. Each inch Anon retracted left her feeling utterly empty and barren; a feeling that she found herself absolutely hating the moment she experienced it. Mercifully, she didn't have to wait long as Anon reached the extent he was willing to pull out and firmly thrust himself back into her.
A meaty *plap* of their hips meeting, sounded through the air, followed almost instantly by a throaty moan from the showmare as she was physically rocked back and the floor under Anon.
"O-oh... b-buck... you're so... huge..." Trixie grunted, struggling for breath.
"And you're... so - hnng - damn tight..." Anon replied through grit teeth.
It quickly became apparent to Trixie that while he was certainly hitting all the right places, Anon was holding back. At least, that's what appeared to be the case to her altered mind. With what higher functions she had left, she ignited her horn, two pink auras forming on either of Anon's delicious buttcheeks. He paused as he felt the sensation of her magic on his rear end, his head swiveling back to see what she was doing, before he was aggressively shoved forward by Trixie's magic. His hips involuntarily slammed into hers, filling the air with a delicious smack of skin on furry skin and forcing a howl of pleasure from the sky blue unicorn mare on the floor.
"Oh buck! Yes! Just like that! Trixie needs you deep inside of her!" Trixie wailed, throwing her head back as drool ran down her cheeks.
Anon grunted his affirmative and gripped both of her plush hips with his hands. His fingers dug into her doughy flesh, pinching enough to be somewhat painful, but Trixie had no complaints as he properly started fucking her. His hips slapped against hers with enough force to slide her forward on the wet floor, each impact sending a wave of ripples through her shapely flanks and belly.
Anon continued to fuck her as hard as he could, the strain of the day's affairs having left him decidedly weaker than he'd normally be when it came to carnal affairs. His hips were sore, his legs were fried, and he was dehydrated to high Hell. Even so, the little showmare under him beckoned him forth with open hooves, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she was fucked silly. The sight alone was enough to drive him onward, even despite his exhaustion.
Mercifully, it didn't take very long at all for Trixie to reach her second climax. Her walls convulsed and constricted on Anon again and again as the top of his shaft rammed her g-spot over and over. Her moans increased in pitch and frequency, to the point that she was nearly screaming with each thrust Anon delivered to her tight little pony pussy. As she was pushed over the edge, stars appeared in her vision and she threw her head back with a long, silent scream of orgasmic glee. Her hindlegs quivered, straining to support themselves after the intense pounding she'd received and the climax absolutely wrecking her mind.
As she came, her velveteen walls constricted like a vice on Anon's manhood, trying to coax as much sperm from him as they could. However, having been spent the way he'd already been by Chrysalis, Anon had more than enough left in the tank for quite some time. He continued to fuck the squirming and spasming mare beneath him, each thrust of his hips sending another wave of bliss through her that threatened to break her mind.
Over and over Anon thrust into her, his cock driving her from one mind-numbing orgasm to another and prolonging each one ten-fold what they would normally last. The overwhelming pleasure ran through her entire body from head to hoof, making her eyes roll back in her head as sparks fizzled from the tip of her horn. Her hindlegs, having struggled to hold her flank off the floor to give Anon better access, gave out, leaving her laying completely limp as her body was brutally ravaged by Anon as he held her weight up with his hands.
Finally, after what could have been his longest endurance test yet, Anon felt the end coming for him. The tell-tale signs of an approaching orgasm filled his mind, his balls clenching, the tingles crawling up his torso, and the head of his tip flaring ever so slightly as blood rushed there. Grunting with effort as fresh sweat dripped from his brow all over Trixie's barely conscious body, Anon only managed one word.
"Cumming..." He said through grit teeth.
All at once, Trixie snapped back to reality as the first spurt of Anon's seed painted her womb white. The searing hot man spunk filled her deepest parts like a firehose, bathing her cervix in his essence. However joyous the feeling was, however, all Trixie could feel was despair.
"N-no!! I need to taste you!" She wailed, frantically pawing at Anon's chest.
"A little... late now!" Anon grunted.
"Please!" Trixie begged, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
Huffing with the herculean effort it took to remove himself from a warm, moist, tight marepussy, Anon pulled out as his cock continued to fire his load, one shot landing on Trixie's belly. Before she could protest the loss of such precious sperm, her open maw was stuffed with Anon's cock as he lunged forward and thrust his hips into her face. He grabbed her head with both hands, holding her muzzle firmly against his pelvis as the rest of his load filled her mouth.
Audible gulp after audible gulp reached Anon's ears while his load slithered down Trixie's throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she not only tasted, but swallowed every last drop of Anon's seed. The salty flavor increased ten-fold, sending a wave of aftershocks rippling down her spine from the intensity of the experience. With his sperm in her snatch and her stomach, Trixie felt total and utter bliss, her mind swimming in profound ecstasy that nothing, not even her best and greatest shows, could contend with.
As with all great things, it wasn't meant to last, and as the totality of Anon's spunk was deposited into her eager maw, Trixie felt him pull away, his lovely, mushroom-shaped head dragging on her tongue as he retreated. She greedily suckled on his tip, her hooves holding onto his hips to prevent any further withdrawal until she was absolutely certain that there wasn't any cum left in his tanks.
Finally free of the showmare's warm and welcoming mouth, Anon panted for breath. He fell onto his rump as Trixie lay splayed out on the floor, cum still dribbling out of her cunt as her chest steadily rose and fell.
"So... can you watch her now? Please?" Anon asked.
"Trixie supposes she can... on one more condition." She replied, not even bothering to lift her head from the floor.
Anon sighed, "If you want any more, I'm sorry but I'm spent."
"Trixie will be limping for a week after this. Trust her, she doesn't need anymore... what she does need is a bath... and maybe some cuddling once you get back?" Trixie sheepishly asked, lifting her head enough to look at Anon.
Anon held her gaze for a moment before a chuckle escaped his lips, "Hell, Trixie... the cuddles come free."
He only laughed more as her tail wagged with happiness.
-x-X-x-
Cool air swirled under the auburn feathers of Gilda's large wings as she soared high in the sky. The gentle breeze at such high altitude was a welcome relief on her body as she struggled to suppress the heat that permeated her loins.
Stupid heat... I just had to go into it right when Dash and I had a meetup... ugh. Gilda thought to herself, casting a baleful glance down to her groin.
Even her teats were slightly swollen and reddened against the chocolate brown texture of her belly fur. She rolled her eyes and refocused her gaze on the ever approaching town of Ponvyille off in the distance. With her airspeed, it didn't take long at all for the small buildings to grow in size and the little dots that were ponies to turn into actual equine shapes. Gilda flapped her wings as she swerved around a cloud that was lazily floating into her path before landing with an authoritative *thud*.
The ponies in her immediate vicinity were startled by her sudden arrival, though they weren't as terrified as they'd been in the past. A few quickly recognized her and gave her a friendly wave as they realized who she was. Gilda returned their welcoming gestures with a nod before heading onward in the direction of Twilight's castle.
"Wish Dash would've told me why she wanted to meet me here of all places. Doesn't really seem like her style... but then again..." Gilda thought aloud, staring up at the large spires of the crystal castle.
"Oh! Heya Gilda!" Pinkie suddenly greeted, appearing in front of her like a ghost.
"Gah!" Gilda exclaimed, leaping back several feet, "Pinkie!" She growled, her talons digging into the ground.
"That's me! How're you doing, Gil-Gil?" Pinkie chirped, completely oblivious to the aggressive posture and scowl on the griffon's face.
"Don't call me that... and I'm fine. Why do you always try to scare the daylights outta me?" Gilda groused, letting out a huff as she stood back upright.
Pinkie shrugged, "I wasn't trying to scare you. I was just excited to see you again. I'm sorry if that scared you. Also I won't call you that if it bothers you." She offered, genuinely.
Gilda sighed, "Thanks, Pinkie."
"No problem Gilda. So, are you here to see Rainbow?" Pinkie inquired.
Gilda nodded, "Yeah. She wanted to meet me in the castle." She replied, gesturing toward said castle with a claw.
"Ooooh... I, uh... wouldn't go in there right now if I was you." Pinkie cautioned.
Gilda raised an eyebrow, "Whatdoya mean? Why?"
Pinkie suddenly looked very nervous, "Well, it's just that Nonny brought Chrysalis to the castle last week and it's kinda been hectic since she's become super possessive of him but the rest of the herd had him first and so he's not hers to keep to herself, especially since she's still technically a villain but Nonny also thinks that she can change but so far she hasn't really shown any signs of wanting to and we're not really sure if she's going to but we also trust Nonny and want to believe that he's right about her but it's tough when she's ponynapped literally all of us at one point or another, ya' know?" She explained.
Gilda simply blinked, "Uh huh. Right. You uh... Good luck with that, yeah?" She responded, before stepping past Pinkie toward the castle.
"Wait, Gilda! Didn't you hear what I said!?" Pinkie exclaimed, rushing to the griffon's side as she walked by.
"I have a meeting with Dash, not this... 'Nonny' guy you keep referring to, so I'm not really too interested in-"
"Oh, Nonny is a human that fell through a portal a little over a year ago! He's bipedal, mostly hairless, super cute and sweet, and-" Pinkie interrupted.
"-probably a nice guy and all, yeah. I got it. Like I said, not here for him." Gilda counter-interrupted.
"But Dashie is in Nonny's herd!" Pinkie explained.
That made Gilda pause, "She... is?" She asked, turning to face Pinkie.
"Yeah! All of us are! At this point, Nonny's basically got half of the town wanting to get into his pants." Pinkie beamed.
"She... never mentioned that." Gilda replied, looking somewhat downtrodden.
"Well it just happened about a month ago so it hasn't really been going on a long time, ya' know?" Pinkie sheepishly offered.
Gilda grunted in affirmation, her gaze slowly migrating away from Pinkie to the castle. After a moment more of hesitation, she stepped forward, much to the pink party pony's confusion.
"Uh, Gilda? Are you still going to the castle anyway?" She questioned.
Gilda nodded, "I still need to talk to her, regardless." She answered, her tail flicking in agitation.
Finally seeing the unspoken sign that the griffon was distressed, Pinkie wisely decided to stand back and allow her to proceed onward, unmolested.
"A-Alright! Just, uh... be careful! It's a zoo in there right now!" Pinkie called.
Gilda didn't respond as she trudged along ahead, her eyes downcast as the sun disappeared behind one of the castle spires. She hissed in irritation as a small surge of arousal ran through her body, contrasting horribly with how she felt at that moment. She rolled her eyes in frustration at her own body's actions, opting to ignore them and instead focus on getting the meeting out of the way.
Why'd I even bother getting my hopes up... of course she's with some other creature... and of course it's a male... what's wrong with me? She thought to herself, bitterly.
Rather than politely knock, Gilda simply shoved the front door of the castle open upon entering its premises. She nearly squawked in alarm as she was immediately forced to duck under a glob of green goo flying right at her face.
"Back! He's mine! Mine, I say!" A somewhat distorted, two-toned voice cried out.
"For the last time, Chrysalis you cannot just have Anon. In fact, you should be in jail if anything!" The somewhat vaguely familiar voice of Twilight Sparkle shot back.
"Give us one good reason not to obliterate her this instant!" A powerful, authoritative voice demanded.
As Gilda looked into the room, she saw a sight that made her jaw drop. The princess of the night was standing at the head of a group of nearly a dozen mares, some of whom she instantly recognized. Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship, Fluttershy, the mare she'd blown up on the last time she visited Ponyville and nearly lost her entire friendship with Rainbow Dash... anyway, there was that orange pony she'd seen Dash hanging around, as well as... Pinkie?
"What the?" Gilda muttered, whipping her head back around to see where she'd just seen Pinkie Pie not even a couple of minutes ago.
Somehow, the pink mare was no longer outside but standing amidst the group of ponies in the castle. Gilda quickly decided to not question it and refocus on the situation she'd stumbled in on. Hovering over the group of ponies was a gray mare with a bubble cutie mark and the pony she'd come to see in the first place: Rainbow Dash.
"Chrysalis, give Anon back before we all kick some sense into your flank!" Dash barked, reminding Gilda that the group was focused on something, or rather someone.
Glancing down at the object of everyone's agitation, Gilda saw the queen of the Changelings, holding what she could only describe as some kind of... ape? Tall, mostly hairless, flat facial features and currently tightly wrapped up in the forelegs of Queen Chrysalis.
"This must be that 'Nonny' creature Pinkie was talking about." Gilda thought aloud.
"Why don't you go get your own Anon! He's mine! I saw him first!" Chrysalis barked back, like a petulant child.
"No the buck you didn't! I did!" Rainbow shot back, darting in until her forehead was pressed against Chrysalis's.
"Grrr... I could tear you apart limb from limb, you know!" Chrysalis threatened.
"Like Tartarus you could. Anon may have fed you enough love to keep the entire changeling hive alive for a year, but there's no way you're taking on all of us!" Rainbow countered.
"Can we please all just stop!" Anon suddenly shouted, making all the mares in the room flinch at his tone.
"Are you alright, my dear? She didn't hurt you with her stupid voice, did she-" Chrysalis worriedly questioned, only for Anon to cut her off.
"Chryssi. Let go of me. Now." Anon ordered.
While Gilda expected many things from the villainous Queen of the Changelings, she certainly didn't expect her to let go immediately and comply with Anon like her life depended on it.
"Thank you. Now, everybody just cool it for a bit, alright. Chryssi, you know the rules. If you want to stick around, you have to be good. Everyone else, give her a fair chance, alright?" Anon dictated, gesturing to each party like a stern parent.
"But-" Rainbow tried to protest, but quickly silenced herself as Anon held up a hand.
"No buts, Dashie. These are the rules. Everyone has to abide by them." Anon declared.
Though her ears splayed back somewhat, Rainbow nodded and landed just before him. Though it was obvious she was somewhat upset, she quickly perked up as Anon kneeled before her and cupped her cheeks with his hands. He planted a loving kiss on her lips, the action making her wings flare out and her tail wag side to side in enthusiasm. Gilda gawked at the downright embarrassingly receptive behavior of her friend while the rest of the group smiled.
"Where's my kiss?" Chrysalis muttered, shyly walking over to Anon's side.
As he pulled away from Rainbow and patted her head, much to her enjoyment, Anon turned to Chrysalis and kissed her as well. Gilda gawked once more as the Queen of the Changelings, reviled scourge of Equestria, and shapeshifting monster of legend, chirped like a grasshopper, her elytra buzzing in excitement while she eagerly kissed Anon back.
Once it was all said and done, the respective parties before her apologized to one another for their hostility - at Anon's behest - and went their separate ways. However, as Rainbow turned to depart the scene, she locked eyes with the large griffon and gasped.
"Ohmygosh! Gilda!" Rainbow blurted out, quickly darting through the air and landing just a few feet in front of her.
"Uh-" Gilda owlishly blinked after everything she'd just seen.
"Gilda, hi! Uh, sorry if I'm late to our meeting. Things got a little hectic here but they're all resolved now, hehe... uh, how much of that did you see?" Rainbow asked, nervously glancing back at the event that was just resolved.
"Um... a little bit. What in Tartarus is going on, Dash?" Gilda asked, fixing the rainbow-maned pony with a scrutinous look.
"Uh... it's a long story. Wanna chat while we have lunch?" Rainbow offered, politely.
Gilda hesitantly nodded, prompting her pegasus friend to quickly lead her out of the castle and toward the town square. They quickly arrived at Hayburger, where Rainbow set about explaining the story of her and Anon's first tryst in the woods during her attempt to train him on his running, as well as the subsequent events and lewd shenanigans the herd as a whole experienced throughout the following month.
Through it all, Gilda remained silent, her beak only moving as she chewed on her food. Her eyes stayed locked on Rainbow's, almost unblinking in their gaze. As the story finally reached its conclusion, Gilda found herself filled with even more questions than she had when they'd arrived at the restaurant.
"So... he just smells really good?" Gilda inquired.
Rainbow nodded, "Well yeah, but it's more than that. It's like his scent gets into your head and just... turns you on like you wouldn't believe. I've never been more into a guy in my entire life and... well, I dunno. It also really helps that he's super chill and fun to hang out with. I'd always kinda liked him but there was no way I was crossing the interspecies barrier with him unless I was like, a hundred and twenty percent certain, you know?" She explained.
Gilda slowly nodded, her entire worldview needing to adjust after everything Rainbow told her, "Uh... huh... and the rest of the mares in his herd?"
Rainbow shrugged, "Pretty much all the same. Luna joined because she got him alone in a room and his scent drove crazy enough to have him rut her brains out. Redheart was the same way, and Fizzy too... pretty sure the rest of us already had some feelings for him but just weren't too sure if they went that far. Heh, now we know." Rainbow snickered.
"And the changeling?" Gilda deadpanned.
"Uh... yeah. Sorry about that. Ever since she basically ponynapped Anon, she's been demanding we let her stay. It was a whole thing when we couldn't find him but then he just shows up and tells us that we need to be nice to her because he feels bad for her. Ugh... she's the only real problem so far but today she's been better than ever before already so maybe there's a way for her to finally reform." Rainbow shrugged.
Gilda shook her head and threw the rest of her drink back before pushing out her chair and getting to her paws. At her sudden departure, Rainbow tilted her head to the side in confusion.
"Uh... Gilda? Where are you going?" She asked, curiously.
Gilda paused as she reached the door, glancing over her wither, "You said your herd is 'open', right?" She replied.
Rainbow slowly nodded.
"Well I'm in heat and if your 'human' is half as good as you say he is, then I need him for a few." Gilda muttered.
Rainbow grinned, "Oh, curious now, are ya'?"
Gilda scowled, "Just... I'll be back after I see what's got you and apparently half of Ponyville so thirsty over this guy."
Rainbow laughed as her griffon friend stepped out the door, "Just be sure to use your wings to help walk after he's done with ya'! I know I needed to!" She called after her friend, prompting a noticeable blush to form on the griffon's face.
As Gilda left and Rainbow was left chuckling to herself, she quickly realized that she was far from alone in the Hayburger they'd chosen to eat at. Dozens of eyes stared at her with a mix of expressions, turning her mirthful chuckles to sheepish ones.
"Uh... sorry."
A mare finally lifted her hooves off of her colt's ears, her head shaking in disappointment.
Gilda quickly arrived back at the crystal castle after a quick flight. As she entered the premises, there was thankfully no sign of the dreaded changeling Queen nor the rest of the mares in the castle, save for one. As Gilda entered and approached the stairways leading upstairs, she found the lone dragon resident of the castle sweeping up some of the mess Chrysalis had caused earlier.
"Hey, you're Spike, right?" Gilda asked, curiously.
Spike glanced up at her, quirking an eyebrow as he paused his sweeping, "Yeah? What's up, Gilda?"
"You seen Anon?" She replied, bluntly.
Spike nodded and gestured back with his thumb, "Down the hall a ways. He's in the castle gym right now. It's labeled so you can't miss it." He answered.
Gilda nodded in thanks, "Appreciate it, Spike. I knew Gabby made a good choice with you." She replied as she stepped past the dragon.
Spike chuckled, "Yeah. If you see her before I do, just tell her that I can't invite her over to the castle cause I just know Anon's gonna steal her if she does."
Gilda raised an eyebrow once more, "He's that irresistible, huh?"
Spike shrugged, "You tell me. You're the one looking for him after only seeing him for twenty seconds."
Gilda held a claw up to protest, but quickly found that the little dragon had a point and dropped the matter. As she headed off, she faintly heard him chuckling behind her, prompting her to scowl as yet another blush exploded all over her white face.
As she'd been told, the trek to the gym was easy enough, and after just a minute, Gilda found herself at the gym. She wrapped a claw around the doorway and pushed it open, revealing the spacious interior with all the modern weights and lifting amenities one would expect in a gym. However she was totally and completely unprepared for the wall of sweet, salty musk that radiated out of the room. Her beak instantly wrinkled and her wings flared out slightly as she caught just a whiff of the overpowering scent, and though she was loath to admit it, she felt her lower lips moisten almost immediately.
Growling in frustration at both her heat and the ease with which everyone around her was being proven right, she stubbornly pressed on into the gym and closed the door behind her. If the smell wasn't strong before, it was downright suffocating now. Gilda's tail lashed back and forth in excitement as she breathed in the musk of a strong, virile male in her immediate vicinity. Nervously gulping as she laid eyes on her prey, she stepped forward, her eyes locked on the tall, muscular, and sweaty visage of Anon.
Compared to just a month prior, Anon was absolutely shredded now. Bulging muscles strained as he curled heavy weights, the beads of sweat dripping down his form serving to highlight his already impressive physique. Gilda found herself licking her beak as she watched the droplets of salty moisture slip down Anon's impressive chest and chiseled abs. The drops of sweat all over the floor were a clear indication that he'd been at this for a while, likely ever since he calmed Chrysalis down, but even so he remained utterly focused on lifting his weights as Gilda slowly approached. It was only when he was done, that Anon set the weight down and glanced up at her, his brow raised in curiosity.
"Oh, hey there. Didn't hear you come in. Uh, I think I saw you earlier. Sorry about Chrysalis. We're still trying to get her to behave but it's a bit of an uphill battle. A-Anyways, what's your name?" Anon asked, smiling up at her.
Oh shit... that face... that smell... that voice... there's no way I can not fuck him... Gilda thought to herself as she gulped.
"Uh, G-Gilda." She replied, awkwardly offering a claw.
Anon grasped her claw with a surprisingly firm grip. Even for his size and build, he was stronger than he looked, a thought that only fanned the fires of lust burning inside of Gilda's loins. She subconsciously licked her beak as Anon released his grip on her claw as her tail lashed about.
"Uh, just to be sure, you do know what my scent does to ponies, right? And apparently changelings too..." Anon inquired, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat off of his brow.
Gilda nodded, trying her best to look nonchalant about it, "Huh? Oh, yeah. It's not a big deal. I've dealt with creatures that smell way better than you." She replied, before realizing what she'd said, "I-I mean, that isn't to say you smell bad, just... uh, y-you know, not the absolute best... but still great!" She hastily clarified.
Anon chuckled, shaking his head in amusement at her antics, "Oh, you're definitely not the first one to act like that. Give me a number here, on a scale of one to ten, how bad is it? I imagine it's particularly bad here in the gym." He replied, gesturing to the room around them.
Gilda tried to look stoic. Celestia, did she try. However, she was only mortal, and the heaving of her chest as she slowly and deeply inhaled the scent accosting her senses was so obvious that she was shocked Anon didn't call her on it sooner. Her tail was absolutely wild, thrashing about, angrily searching for the source of her arousal so it could wrap around his waist and keep him behind her while he pumped her full of his seed. The thought alone made her nervously gulp while her composure continued to break.
A drop of her essence dripped onto the floor, all but confirming Anon's suspicions as he raised an eyebrow at the sudden sound in an otherwise silent room.
"So, uh..." He trailed off, gesturing for her to continue with his hand.
Having reached the end of her self control, Gilda suddenly crouched down, like a cat preparing to pounce. Anon's eyes went wide as he quickly realized what she planned to do, and though he held up his hands in protest, it was already too late.
"No, no, no, wait-" He cried, but Gilda was already upon him.
Tackling him to the ground, Gilda quickly opened her beak and drew her tongue up his chest, lathering him in her saliva as his sweat was collected on her tongue. The sudden explosion of salty flavor made her sex quiver in excitement, and another bead of arousal dripped down her thigh as she feverishly licked Anon's chest.
"Well.. guess I have my answer." Anon relented, having long since become used to this treatment.
"Mmmphmm... so... gud... need you... to breed me..." Gilda moaned between licks.
Anon sighed, "Well I can certainly try but I kinda doubt I'm gonna have any success there. Figured if it was possible, I would've knocked up half of Ponyville by now." He shrugged, reaching down and petting Gilda's head.
Though she froze at his touch, she was far too invested in the experience to care that he was messing up her well groomed feathers. It was fine, she could fix them later; after she got her prize. Truth be told, she did quite enjoy the touch as her mouth was filled with his salty flavor, though one thing quickly became apparent as she continued to taste his salty flavor. The scent was stronger near his groin.
Taking the initiative, Gilda hooked her claws around the shorts Anon was wearing and quickly pulled his pants down. Though he was surprised by the sudden movement, he quickly helped by lifting his hips. The movement allowed his cock to spring upwards, slapping against Gilda's chest fluff and smearing a small dollop of precum into her fur. She quickly slithered down his chest, her tongue lavishing his abdominal muscles until she arrived at his groin.
As the griffon reared back to worship his cock, a sudden thought occurred to Anon. While he'd gotten head from both mare and stallion alike, as well as a changeling queen, all of those previous encounters had muzzles. Gilda had a beak. While he was certainly not opposed to getting his cock sucked, the sudden realization that the girl before him had equipment more suited to rending flesh than to tending to it, almost made his heart stop.
"Wait, uh... maybe we should hold on for just a second here." Anon suggested, the nerves quickly getting to him as imagined scenarios of sudden eunuchhood made him squirm.
"No chance... in Tartarus... I need this." Gilda replied, half drunk on his taste and scent.
"I mean, I feel you but maybe we should ohfuckyou'rejustgoingforit!?!" Anon squealed, as Gilda simply dove onto his cock.
Shockingly, her beak wasn't nearly as hard or unpleasant as he expected. In fact, it was quite soft, and coupled with the soft touch of her tongue lapping at the underside of his cock, the blowjob felt shockingly good. So much so that Anon slowly relaxed, leaning back on his elbows to watch as Gilda steadily sank her face deeper onto his shaft. Inch after inch of man meat disappeared into griffon maw, and before long at all, he felt and saw her beak press against his pelvis, her tongue continuing to lick and coil around him.
"F-fuck..." Anon groaned, reaching down and petting her head as Gilda throated his cock like a pro.
Though she scowled up at him, Gilda slowly retracted up and back down, bobbing on his cock as her senses went wild. While it was clear that she detested being touched and treated like a submissive pet, she cared far more for getting a taste of Anon's cock. Her head bobbed up and down, her soft and surprisingly dexterous tongue lapping at the underside of his shaft from base to tip, while her surprisingly gentle claw fondled his balls.
The treatment was as enjoyable as it was sexy, and before long, Anon felt himself reaching that fateful edge.
"Fuck... gonna cum..." He muttered, trying his best to hold it in as long as he could.
Gilda's eyes widened at his admission, and she immediately redoubled her efforts taking him all the way to the back of her throat again and again. However, she was completely unprepared for her ministrations to drive Anon to the brink so quickly. Even more than that, she was wholly unprepared for his hands to grab the back of her head and brutally shove his cock down her gullet. She gagged as the tip of his sizable cockhead completely blocked off her airway and the first spurt of cum shot straight down her trachea.
Gilda pressed her claws against Anon's thighs in an attempt to free her face from his groin, but it was all for naught. As a steady trail of his seed slithered down her throat, forcing her to swallow on instinct, lest she choke and drown on his seed, she found herself utterly enthralled with the treatment. Even though she couldn't quite taste his spunk, the feeling of his warm, gooey cum shooting down her throat and straight into her stomach, made her wetter and more turned on than she'd ever been in her entire life.
Finally, as Anon released his grip on her head, she caught the last few spurts of his seed on her tongue. The level of saltiness in her senses instantly quadrupled, making her pussy quiver with need. She hastily slurped down the last of his load, audibly swallowing every last drop and swirling her tongue around his cock as she retracted her head from his lap. As she left, several strands of saliva and cum kept her beak connected with Anon's manhood for a few seconds, before silently breaking away.
Gilda licked her beak as she crawled up Anon's body, her sudden movements making him glance down at her while he was recovering from his orgasm.
"You ready for-ohfuckjesus!" Anon exclaimed as Gilda practically slapped her needy cunt onto his cock.
The instant, sweltering heat that surrounded his member was somehow even stronger than her throat, and he wasn't even inside of her yet. Her absolutely sopping slit oozed her natural lubrication as she ground her pussy up and down against his cock, smearing her essence all over him. If Anon's cock wasn't already lubed up and ready to go, it certainly was now.
"Mmmhmm... " Gilda moaned, her wings flaring out.
"F-fuck... you really need this bad, don't you?" Anon muttered, grabbing a hold of Gilda's waist with either hand.
"I'm... in heat, jackass..." Gilda responded, her face beat red in embarrassment.
Anon owlishly blinked, "Oh, uh... you know what, now that I think about it, nobody in Ponyville was in heat when I had sex with them yet so maybe that's why I-" He began, but was swiftly silenced as Gilda shoved her beak against his lips.
Kissing a griffon was... different, to say the least. While certainly not as pleasurable as kissing a pony with soft, warm lips, there was an undeniable level of gentleness and warmth behind the flexible material of her beak. It also helped that she used tongue. A lot of tongue. So much tongue in fact, that the kiss was more tongue than beak, a fact which Anon was easily able to work with as he met hers with his own.
They rolled over one another, licking and tasting each other back and forth, committing to the dance of passion any lover has done a thousand times. Glida's hot breath washed over Anon's as she pressed into his mouth, her tongue lavishing his and daring to explore his teeth. Anon allowed her entry and regarded her with playful tickling by dragging his tongue against the bottom of hers, the sensation sending a wave of goosebumps down her entire body. The salty taste of his saliva was almost on par with his semen, but there was something else there as well. Hints of meat and other flavors from his last meal. In fact, if she concentrated on it enough, Gilda could just barely taste the faintest hint of the atmospheric scent she could always attribute to Rainbow Dash.
Finally breaking the kiss once she'd had her fill, Gilda fixed Anon with a predatory glare., "Less talking, more fucking." She demanded, clear as day.
Anon needed no more words of encouragement and quickly reached down to grab a hold of his cock. Helping him angle himself, Gilda reached down and similarly grabbed his cock as she lifted her snatch off of him. Viscous strings of her lewd juices connected his cock to her cunt as she stood up and angled him, only to disappear from view as she slowly sunk down upon him. As she felt the mushroom head of his prick spread her vulva, Gilda hissed in pleasure. As his head parted her walls and slipped into the moist, trembling folds of her labia, her beak parted and she audibly panted for breath. As the inches slowly slid inside of her, her chest heaved under the waves of pleasure accosting her.
It took nearly an entire minute for her to finally bottom out on Anon's cock, her hips connecting with his and burying his shaft entirely in her moist cunny. Her abdomen bulged ever so slightly as the intruding spear of man meat pressed against her deepest barrier, squishing her organs in the process and making it considerably harder to breathe.
"H-Holy..." Gilda grunted, grimacing as she struggled to handle the impressive size of the human.
Unfortunately for her, she was even less prepared for Anon to suddenly thrust his hips upwards, sending his cockhead into her cervix like a battering ram. The shock of pleasure and pain made her wince as her entire body went rigid, her wings as flared out as they could be and stiffer than she could ever recall in her entire life. She heaved a gasp of air back into her lungs and planted her claws on Anon's chest. The action served to keep him down and allow her to slowly lift herself until just the tip was seated in her snatch once more.
Then, with no fanfare whatsoever, she dropped like a stone, ramming his cock straight up into her womb once more. This time, the impact was so violent and forceful that she couldn't restrain herself at all. Gilda threw her head back and whorishly moaned as her hindlegs trembled from the overwhelming pleasure shooting through her pussy, up her spine, and into every square inch of her body. The bulbous, rounded head of Anon's cock left her so utterly stuffed, so full of his meat that even with her entire body heaving, she could not fill her lungs with him bottomed out inside her.
Once again, Gilda lifted herself up and off of Anon's shaft. This time she ensured to catch her breath before dropping down once more, her thighs connecting with his with a loud and wet *plap* that echoed through the gym. Again and again she bounced on his cock, breathing in and out as she did. Rise up, breathe. Drop down, exhale.
The motions became like clockwork, and before long at all, she was riding him at a steady pace. The sheer size and girth of Anon's tool inside her made it difficult to process anything other than simply breathing and the mechanical motions of moving her body, yet as the nerves in her loins were set alight by the turgid flesh sliding in and out of her, she could hold her vocalizations back no more.
"Ahh... ghgnn... hah... ahah..." Gilda moaned and gasped as she rode Anon's length.
Though she was accustomed to taking charge, there was something she admired about the fighting spirit Anon seemed to have as he met her vigor with a fervor all his own. Every time she dropped down, he thrust upwards, slamming his hips into hers and absolutely pounding her g-spot with his cock. The sensations were blissful, glorious, and so very, very sensual. As Gilda continued to ride, she found Anon's hands suddenly clasping hers.
She could barely think, let alone question the act, but almost as if by instinct, she allowed him to lift her claws off of his chest and interlock his fingers through them. The contact brought a level of closeness and intimacy that she was entirely unfamiliar with, but combined with his delicious, salty scent and the absolute battering her pussy was taking, it only drove her even higher toward ecstasy.
"Hah... g-gonna... cum... stud..." Gilda moaned, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as Anon repeatedly beat her g-spot into submission.
"Grhnn... me too... inside?" Anon asked, clearly struggling to fight on, himself.
"If you cum... anywhere but deep inside me... I'll peck your eyeballs out." Gilda replied, though there was little bite to her words.
Still, Anon was nothing if not a gentleman, and heeded her request. Holding her claws and thrusting upwards as hard as he could, Anon quickly brought himself to the brink. However, it was Gilda who broke first, the sudden uptick in force and speed sending her careening over the edge like a car driving off a cliff. Her walls quivered and convulsed as her feminine nectar gushed out of her slit. Anon's crotch, which admittedly was already soaked in her fluids, was drenched by the flood of griffcum that escaped around the seal of his cock.
Gilda threw her head back, her beak parted in a soundless scream as her vision went white. Her body went rigid as coiled steel, though that hardly deterred Anon as he happily thrust away until his climax. The second Gilda felt the first spurt of his cum shoot into her snatch, her already rapturous experience was elevated a stage higher than heaven, itself.
The fires of her heat were instantly quenched, and the orgasm absolutely ruining her began anew. Her entire body quivered, desperately straining to handle the overload of euphoric glee coursing through her. It was simply too much for her mortal mind to handle, and so it was with one last climactic gasp, that she passed out and slumped on top of Anon.
Said human grunted as he took the full weight of the griffon, but quickly chuckled as he came down from his high as well and realized what happened.
"Damn... been a while since one of them passed out on me like that." Anon chuckled.
A moment passed in silence before the sound of a door clicking open reached Anon's ears. He glanced around Gilda's unconscious body to see a rainbow mane peeking in through the doorway, and two bright magenta eyes.
"Hehe, told her you'd give her a good time." Rainbow chuckled.
Anon snorted in amusement, "Ah, so you're the one who put her up to this."
Rainbow shrugged, "What can I say? I like to show you off. Now... what do ya' say we put her to bed and you let me have the next round?" She grinned.
Anon chuckled and shook his head, "Alright, Dashie. Come here and help me get her to one of the guest suites."
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