Title:           You'd seen her earlier, hanging out with the rainbow maned weather pony. Giant w
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First Edit:      Saturday 12th of October 2013 07:28:27 PM CDT
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You'd seen her earlier, hanging out with the rainbow maned weather pony. Giant wings, and a sharp beak, with claws and feet like a lion, all covered in feathers. A griffon. You'd never seen a griffon before, other than illustrations in books from the library, but they'd always stirred a little interest down below. Seeing one in the flesh was no different. You wanted - needed - to feel those feathers against your skin. You'd always been a natural xenophile, moving to Equestria was a decision made by your penis, not your brain, but it'd all worked out in the end, and there were new species' coming through town it seemed every week.
 
        This was different, though. You'd just watched her wander through town, her attractive body drawing your attention instantaneously. She'd taken an apple from a shopkeeper, screwed around with an old lady for kicks, and shouted at that stupid yellow Pegasus that wouldn't ever talk to anybody louder than a whisper. You liked her spirit, not just her looks. She had attitude. Another decision made by your dick, you got up and went to look for her.
 
        Eventually coming across her in Sweet Apple Acres, lying next to a small pile of apple cores stolen from the tree above her, you made yourself known with a suave "Hey"
 
"The hay'd you want? Get outta here, skinbag"
        Feisty. You want *her*. You've been watching her all day, you don't care if she's hanging out with an old flame or a potential new girlfriend, or whatever, you want her, right here, right now. Against the tree, in it, on the ground, whatever, her feathered form and hard beak were driving you crazy.
 
"Finally, some action in this out-of-the-way excuse for a town", she agreed, "the rest of those lame-os wouldn't know sexy if I stabbed my claws into them"
        Both of you laughed - it was true, getting a lot of these ponies into bed was hard work. Nice to find someone else just as interested in a quick, meaningless fling of passion as you.
 
        Not waiting for you to manage the button on your trousers, Gilda flicked out a claw and sliced them open, watching them fall to the ground in two. You have more pairs, who cares? She did the same to your top, grabbing you and pulling you close for a playful nip on the lips. No kissing here, though you sneak a quick attempt at the edge of her beak, where it meets her head.
 
"Oh, you're one of those guys, eh? I don't do slow, but you can do me slow. Get on with it"
        It's like she knew exactly why you were interested in her. Being given free reign to worship her body was about the best thing that could have happened.
 
        Best to start real slow, then. You asked her to turn around, but she only laughed, so walking around to her back, you gazed upon her beauty from a new angle. The way her powerful wings folded out from her body - thick and muscular, not thin and weedy like a Pegasus'. It looked like she could kill a pony with her wings alone, never mind her awe-inspiring claws or incredible feet. It was hard to think straight, surrounded by so many things you wanted against you, but you settled for starting with the basics - assuming that the wings of a griffon were as sensitive as the wings of a Pegasus, you started to rub her pressure points and unfold her wings in a light grip.
 
        "Dude, I'm not a bucking Pegasus, I won't fall apart if you don't treat me like a special little snowflake. Rougher!"
        If words could cause you to ejaculate, her back would be covered in your seed right then. As it was, it only caused your sizeable boner to throb even harder. Pushing your thumbs into her wing, feeling the muscles and bones beneath, you heard her sigh lightly in front of you. Like beautiful music to your ears.
 
        You knew she said slow, but this was agonising, you needed her body. Breathing her scent in, you started to lick down her back, moving your hands up to what resembled shoulders to massage them as best you could, given the species difference, feeling her stresses slip away even as you tasted the sweat and dirt peppering her glorious feathered body. Finding a leg, you felt her feathers drop away to a soft, furry leg. Rubbing your cheek against it as you traced a lazy line down to her feet, moving yourself round her side and sneaking a quick look at her face, her eyes closed in pleasure, you run a hand over one of the claws on her toes, easily slicing through your thin skin and drawing a pinprick of blood. Avoid those areas.
 
        Swinging round completely, you stuffed your nose between two claws and breathed deep. Dirty, sweaty musk, compounded with crushed dirt. You loved it. Wrapping your lips carefully around the tip of her foot, you planted a strong kiss, before going back for more - your lips slightly parted this time, letting your tongue run out to taste and clean. Still on your hands and knees, buck naked, you planted sloppy kisses all the way down her foot, even daring to go back up and give one of her sharp claws a light lick, on the smooth topside.
 
        Having cleaned one foot, you started to crawl over to the other with a hunger in your eyes, but Gilda's claw flicked out and grabbed your head, the points on each sharp needle pressing against your skin.
        "Hurry it up, already, I'm yawning here", she snapped, as she got up onto those glorious legs and started to turn your head, your body having the sense to comply until you were lying on your back in front of her. She dropped you, and started to walk forward - towards your huge, throbbing shaft.
 
        Watching her glorious behind move overhead, you lose yourself, only coming to your senses when she lowers herself to your head, her puckered anus resting above your mouth. The woman of your dreams.
 
        Lifting forwards, you started to lick around the folds of skin, feeling it tense and clench above you. Planting your wet lips over it, you started a perverse impression of a passionate kiss, your tongue worming its way to her hole while your lips rubbed over her. Teasing inside, you relished in the esoteric taste and the sensation of her tight hole contracting around your tongue, hearing her groan above you and start to take less weight on her legs, sitting on your face and pushing it down into the dirt. You liked that, it made it easier to get deeper within her, eventually ending up with over an inch of tongue writhing inside her body.
 
        Feeling the goo secreting from her animal-like vagina dripping onto your chest, you felt the intense pressure on your head begin to reduce, as she raised her fantastic ass away from your touch, leaving your eager tongue sticking out into the air, only returning inside your mouth as Gilda lowered herself onto your awaiting length, her tight vagina squeezing you in as both of you gasped. Throwing her wings out to both sides, they began to beat, Gilda easily meeting your thrusts with her own flaps, slamming your bodies together just as you'd dreamed from the moment you saw the illustrations in Twilight's guide to obscure creatures.
 
        Unable to contain your mindless pleasure at being able to spend so much time servicing her, your endurance couldn't hold out, and you quickly ejaculated inside of her, shooting your thick seed deep into her genetically incompatible body. She carried on, slamming away until she too met her edge, bringing you to orgasm multiple times as your arousal didn't subsist simply from being in contact with her. Hearing her shriek out into the air as she finally came, covering your lower body in her juices, your mind blanked out in joy.
 
        Removing herself from you, she glanced over at the town, her powerful eyes spotting the town clock as she swore to herself under her breath - "Gilda, you featherbrain!" - before turning back to you.
 
        "Hey, man, I gotta fly, said I'd meet Dash. You're a laugh, see you round."
        Then she was gone, leaving you lying there in Sweet Apple Acres, surrounded by apple cores and covered in cum and sweat, breathing heavily and begging your aching muscles to move, but nothing came. And was that the sound of hooves approaching?
 
        "Oh, what the hay is going on here?", Applejack angrily yelled across at you.