Random Gilda Short Thingy (also prose practice)

Anon made his way back home after a long day at working at the butchers. Ever since he moved to the Griffon Kingdom, he is able to indulge on the one thing he missed from his old life, meat. Speaking of which, there was a large steak waiting for him to be cooked. His stomach rumbled, wanting nothing more than to devour the tasty cow flesh, but after a long day, he needed to rest before doing anything else.

 

On another note, Anon has finally rid himself of the yellow menace known as Fluttershy, the mare who tried to get inside his pants. But even though that bridge will never be seen again, a new problem quickly presented himself upon moving into his humble abode.

 

He stepped inside his humble abode and kicked off his shoes at the door. Slowly, he dragged his feet towards his bedroom as his fatigue tried to claim him.

 

"A quick rest, then I'll make dinner," Anon grumbled through a yawn. Reaching out with his right hand, he placed it onto the door knob, twisting the brass fixture. He pulled open the door, taking a step inside and lights a candle directly on his left.

 

"Hey there, chodemongler."

 

He flinched and looked at where the voice came from. He noticed a familiar griffon lying spread eagle on his comfortable bed. Her magestic wings splayed over your covers, flexing and relaxing intermittently. Her tight lion snatch glistened in the dim lighting of your sleeping quarters. She rubbed her swollen sex with her bird-like foot, slipping a finger deep inside. It made a wet slurp as it enters and exits. She dragged the moist finger up her belly, eyeing your form with her seductive gaze. It would be romantic...if she was your type of woman.

 

"Gilda, what the hell are you doing in my house?" Anon asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

 

"Trying to get a fuck from the resident human, you nimrod," Gilda retorted in kind.

 

"Like that's working," he growled.

 

"Come on, Anon. I know you have the hots for me." She smirked. "I know a faggot like you love big wings." She flexed her golden brown wings for you, snickering at your twitching reaction down south. "See. Look at your pathetic cock twitching at the sight of these babies."

 

"Shut up and get the fuck out of my house!"

 

"Not until you fuck me."

 

Anon slammed his hand to his forehead as hard as he could. "You're just as annoying as Fluttershy."

 

"Babe, you think of her to highly." Gilda hopped onto all four legs and saunters over to the human. Her menacing grin in the dim lighting sent a shiver up his spine. "There's a big difference between myself and that waste of space." She pushed Anon against the wall with enough force to cause him to slump to the ground. Her agility allowed her to be on top of him before he could react. Extending a talon, she pressed it against his throat. "Unlike that shy pegasus, I can, and will, rape you to get what I want." She leaned in close, pressing her beak against your cheek to whisper into your ear. "So, Anonymous. No, we can do this the easy way," she growled, pressing it deeper into your throat, drawing blood, "or the hard way. Your call."

 

They shared a long, intense gaze. Sweat gathered on their respective brows to see which one would crack first. For almost half a minute, there is only the sound of quiet breathes. The suspense was killing them. The sound of a zipper broke the silence.

 

Gilda's beak curled into a smirk before moving her talon against his throat to firmly grasping at Anon's thick member. "Atta boy." She lowered her head out of the human's sight.

 

The sound of slurping echoed off the walls. Anon sat there, staring at the far wall, hoping this ordeal will be over soon. "Fuck you...Gilda."