Unconventional Pickup Methods
Sugarcube Corner, Ponyville’s premiere party palace, is abuzz with energy. Ponies of every color are visible mingling inside through the wide windows, their bodies gyrating to the beat clearly audible from anywhere in the town center. Flat-bellied mares in too-small outfits grind against each other as they gesture invitingly at the stallions gathering their courage at the bar, and through it all a blur of poofy pink bounces from one corner of the crowd to the other, telling jokes and sharing treats.
It’s a good party. A Pinkie party. The prime hunting ground for a man like yourself.
The music comes to a screeching halt with a record scratch loud enough to grate against your ears from where you sit at the cafe across the street. You let your drink fall to the table and lean in, narrowing your eyes as you attempt to find the source of the disturbance. You only have to wait a few seconds.
The door’s thrown open, slamming against the wall with a loud crash, and your eyes widen as they land on the finest morsel you’ve set your sights on all week.
It takes you a moment to recognize her as Gilda, one of Rainbow Dash’s old friends, and you settle back into your seat with a curious smirk as you watch her stalk into the street with her hawkish face twisted in fury. This is the chick you don’t bring home after the dance. Tight denim shorts cropped too high for decency expose the long, toned thighs of someone used to night-time escapades through private places she knew she shouldn’t be. Her loose crop top casts a curving shadow over a narrow waist that flares out into the hips of a goddess, swaying with the gait of a predator waiting to pounce. You can’t help but nod to yourself as she turns to face the partygoers gaping in her wake with a sneer, the soft feathers of her expansive wings catching the wind and the tuft at the end of her leonine tail flicking side to side in irritation as she lets out a shrill eagle cry that sends several ponies scurrying for cover.
Yes, this is the one. The beak might be an issue for other suitors, but you have something for that. And besides, you learned a long time ago that the best lays among Rainbow’s friends were the ones she didn’t tell you about.
She storms off in a huff, her lion’s claws digging into the dirt path with every step, and as you track her with your eyes you notice the black outline of a studded collar squeezing the white plumage around her neck.
Good thing you packed your leash.
The sun is just starting to set, and you take your time finishing your drink as you pull out your phone and shoot a text over to Pinkie Pie, claiming concern for Gilda. It doesn’t take long to get an address and room number out of the gullible mare. She had a tendency to know far more than she should for someone with absolutely no respect for the privacy of others.
You slip the phone back into your pocket as you stand, heft your backpack over your shoulder, and leave a few bits by your empty glass.
It’s a short walk to the hotel, but the sun is nearly halfway past the horizon by the time you arrive. It’s a small little thing by the edge of town, offering the sort of rooms that you’re only willing to pay money for if you don’t expect to spend much time there. You take a moment to glance in either direction, confirming the absence of any unwanted eyes, and begin to stroll from window to window.
You can’t help but snort as you see that she’s done a haphazard job of closing her curtains in her frustration, giving you a slim aperture to peer through. You watch as she tears her top off and throws it onto the bed, revealing a tight black sports bra. Your disappointment dissipates as she follows up by unbuckling her belt, tugging the buttons apart, and squeezes her shorts past the soft curves of her ass.
She’s still glaring into the room’s mirror when you step to the side and knock on the door. Several seconds pass in silence, and you knock again.
“Go away, dweeb!”
“Gilda? That you?”
She pauses. “Who’s asking?”
“Rainbow sent me,” you lie, shifting the weight of your backpack over your shoulder. “Can we talk?”
Again, the silence. It’s not hard to imagine her pacing around the little room, brown-furred body bare to her underwear, as she considers. At last you hear the click of the lock being undone, and the door cracks open just enough for her to meet your eye with a suspicious glare.
“Who the fuck are you?”
You offer up a disarming smile. “You’re expecting me.”
She blinks. Her eyes glaze over for a moment, and then the suspicion is gone. The door closes for just a moment as she undoes the chain lock, then swings open fully.
There she is, one taloned hand on the doorknob and the other cocked against her waist. You let your eyes roam brazenly over her body, drinking in the way her panties curve around the bulge of her hips and the toned muscle just visible beneath the fur on her belly.
“Hey, eyes up here, asshole.”
You smirk as you look up to meet her irritated glower. “That’s no way to speak to your boyfriend, is it?”
She cocks her head, the anger giving way to confusion as you step inside and let your backpack fall to the floor. Bed’s a bit small, but it’ll do. “H-huh?”
You turn around, taking the door out of her grip with a gentle hand, and close it behind her. She has one talon raised to her forehead in bewilderment as you take her cheek in your hand and guide her eyes to yours.
“You’re my girlfriend,” you command. “You’ve loved me as long as you can remember.”
She frowns, beak hanging slightly open as she steps back and looks from one eye to another. It only takes a few moments for your magic to bend her will to yours, and she lets out a soft gasp, her thighs squeezing together. “I—uh—” She recovers quickly, tossing her head and looking away with a smirk. “Took you long enough.”
You nod, giving her a warm smile. “That’s my bad, yes. You’ve been waiting very patiently for how excited you were about tonight.”
She doesn’t even blink as your magic tightens its grip around her mind, instead opting to shuffle her wings and curl her long tail around one leg. You can smell the arousal on her by now, and the way she flicks her tail back to the ground and forces her wings against her back is almost endearing. “I’ll give you a pass this time, dweeb. J-Just don’t let it happen again.”
“Of course.”
You take a step back and settle onto the bed, eyes traveling over her body once more. She looks away with a scowl that does little to counter her barely perceptible blush, flexing her legs when she sees you inspecting them.
“Turn around.”
She complies without complaint, bending over ever so slightly to present her ass. You reach a hand out and hook a thumb into the string of her panties, pulling her closer with a rough jerk before delivering a resounding slap to her right cheek.
“H-hey!” Her wings flutter out at the impact as she stumbles forward, but you keep your grip firm, keeping her from getting too far. “Watch it!”
You ignore her complaint as you dig your fingers into the firm flesh, licking your lips at the softness of her fur. You grip her ass in both hands and lean forwards, biting hard into her still-sore buttock before spanking it again.
Her tail twitches up, brushing against your leg as she lets out a throaty moan. “W-what the fuck, dude! Easy!”
Your snort. “You like it rough.”
“No I don’t, dude! That really stings!”
You frown, looking up to meet her eyes as she glares back at you. “I said. You like it rough.”
She takes a deep breath, her breasts heaving against the tight constraints of her bra as her tail slithers slowly around your leg. “Y-yeah. Yeah, I do, actually.”
You grin, squeeze her ass one last time, and shove her forwards with both hands. She yelps as she catches herself on the wall, butt jiggling with the sudden motion, and rounds on you with fire in her eyes. “What was that for?!”
“You should take your bra off,” you say, leaning back and placing one hand on the hardening cock in your pants. “Let’s see those tits.”
She growls at you, her tail lashing about, but hooks her talons into her bra without any further complaint. She tugs upwards, grunting as the lower band struggles to get past the bulk of her breasts, and you clear your throat.
“Slowly.”
She pauses, taking a moment to process the command before obeying. You lean in as the bra finally begins to give, revealing the first strip of delicate underboob. Inch by inch the soft flesh slips out, straining to escape the last clinging grip of the sports bra, until you’re sure you can see the dark brown skin around her nipples, the last vestiges of resistance slipping away, and—
The bra comes loose, rising over Gilda’s head as her firm tits bounce once and settle into place, exposed nipples at attention. She throws the bra aside, drawing the tips of her talons through the short fur covering her breasts before pushing both of the fuzzy orbs up against her soft white plumage. You watch in open wonder, softly stroking yourself through your pants, and she leans forward with a cocky smirk, kneading her voluptuous cushions in your face.
“Kneel.”
The smirk falls off her face in an instant. “Jerk.” With a roll of her eyes she drops to her knees in front of you, holding her tits in your lap.
You tug your belt loose, throwing it behind you and unzipping your pants. Your erect cock rises from your lap, the head slapping against the soft fur of her breasts and leaving a sticky smear. She looks up at you expectantly, her open beak tickling you with her hot breath even as her cheeks burn.
“Service me.”
She sighs in relief as she leans forward, embracing your shaft in the warm grip of her bust. She lifts herself up with a quiet gasp before bearing down once more, the fine hairs of her breasts sending an electric tingle through your cock with every thrust. You grunt your appreciation and wrap a hand in the long feathers on her head, pushing her beak down against you, and a moment later you feel the wet grip of her tongue on your tip, drawing a breathy groan from you.
You grin at the sound of the quiet moans slipping past her beak, betraying her tough facade along with the rising scent of her arousal. Her tits are almost big enough to completely enclose your dick, leaving only the head exposed for her to worship with hungry licks and kisses between gasps for air. For a moment she pauses with your head in her mouth, taking her talons away just long enough to tug your pants down around your ankles and expose your balls to the chill air. You look down at her curiously, your unspoken question answered a second later by the soft tickle of her tail hairs against your sack, sending a fresh surge of pleasure through you.
Your shirt’s beginning to cling to your chest with sweat, and you waste no time in pulling it off over your head and throwing it away. Gilda seems to be encouraged by the motion, as she lets out a lusty moan and raises herself higher, taking the tip of your cock fully into her beak and squeezing her pre-smeared tits tight around your shaft. The tuft of her tail massages at your balls eagerly, teasing the building pressure in your balls, and it’s all you can do but lean back with your fingers wrapped in the bedsheets and groan your pleasure at the ceiling.
But you don’t want to finish just yet. Your hand flashes out, pulling her off of your rod with a bestial growl and dragging her up off the ground. She lets out a sound between a moan and a whimper as you throw her onto the bed ass-up, your hand rising high and unleashing a vicious spank against her exposed ass.
She moans into the pillow she landed on, legs twitching and revealing the dark stain of her arousal dripping down her thighs. You switch to the other cheek, slapping it with another force to leave a red imprint of your palm and push a scream past her beak into the pillow. Again and again you spank her, mesmerized by the bounce of her toned buttocks.
You raise your palm higher than ever before, and with a malicious grin you grab her tail with your other hand. She has just enough time to raise her head from the pillow, the bedsheets around her a tattered mess from her talons, before you yank her tail up hard just as you unleash one final, unrestrained blow.
Her head shoots out of the pillow as she lets out a shrill screech, every muscle in her body tensing up. She remains frozen for a full second, beak gaping, ass taut under your stinging palm, and then collapses back to the bed with a shuddering breath.
She lies there, eyes wide and chest heaving. The bed is matted with her sweat, and the dark patch under her groin is now noticeably bigger than before. You slide your palm over to her panties, pulling the thin fabric up to watch the way her pussy trembles with arousal, and slip your thumb inside.
She tenses around you with a weak moan, but you don’t stay for long. Your thumb slides out from the tight embrace of her walls easily before you pop it into your mouth, the tang of her musk sharp on your tongue.
With a thoughtful hum, you reach over and pull her ass up into the air, higher and higher until her knees rise up off the bed, then tug her back towards the edge. You flip her tail up over her back and grin as you watch her calves tremble from the strain.
“I’m gonna grab some toys. Don’t move a muscle.”
She doesn’t offer any answer, and you don’t wait for one. You step over to your backpack and unzip it, pulling out a small case with an aimless hum. The case pops open with a soft click, revealing a collection of dildos, buttplugs, and vibrators in every shape and size.
You purse your lips as you consider. “Any preference, dear?”
Gilda lets out a ragged sigh, pushing words out in between breaths. “Just… fuck me… already.”
You snort, waggling your finger at her raised ass. “Not yet, I don’t think.”
You select a clear crystal plug with a tapering tip and a wide base. With your free hand you pull her wet panties down to her thighs, leaving a trail of arousal in their wake, and you gently work the tip into her quivering cunt.
She moans as the plug pops inside, hilting with ease, and you pull her ass down to your face with a lick of your lips. You bury your face between her cheeks, kneading the toned muscle with both hands and drawing out a soft gasp that’s just barely audible past the fuzzy flesh. At the same time you stick your tongue out, pushing against the plug in her pussy and lapping up the strong flavor of her cum before sliding up to her twitching asshole.
Her groan cuts off with a strangled gasp as you tease at her closed rear entrace, tongue running over the tight ridges. You bring a finger to bear, pausing to pinch at her clit—both legs growing taut at the sensation—and twist it against her puckered ring until finally, with her legs threatening to give, it pops inside.
You hum in contentment, grinning at the fresh wave of trembles in her legs as her body clamps down against the new intruder. For a moment you consider commanding her to relax, but with a slight shake of your head you decide that it’ll be more fun this way. What’s the fun of a tight ass when it isn’t pushing back?
Gilda groans as you ease the buttplug out of her pussy, turning the tip instead toward her clenching tailhole. Her legs are shaking violently now, struggling to hold her up any longer, and you have to slide an arm under her just to support her weight as you lean into her shuddering pussy. Her breath comes in sharp, high-pitched gasps as you tease at her clit, drawing it into your lips and flicking your tongue over the sensitive nub, and as her ass loosens in reaction to the waves of pleasure crashing through her you shove the buttplug inside, hilting it in one smooth motion.
“U-uugh, fuck!” Gilda cries, her voice cracking. She lets out a shaky whimper as you push her back down to the bed, kneading at her red ass cheeks and rubbing your mouth against her cunt. The whimper rises into a whine, a single shuddering note broken only by the sharp gasps of her breathing, and you slowly reach a hand back to feel around your toy collection as you push your tongue up against her clit.
“Fuck!” Her voice is higher than you’ve ever heard it as you pick out one of your larger dildos, a ridged instrument modeled after a dragon’s cock, and line it up with her sopping cunt. You pull your head back, climbing up onto the bed behind her and idly stroking your pulsing erection.
“No, fuck! Don’t stop don’t stop—aagh!”
It takes a little force to get the dildo inside her cunt, even with how wet she is. Her lips clamp down against it, threatening to tug it from your grip, and her back arches as she looks to the wall in front of her in a silent, quivering scream.
Without hesitation, you slip your fingers around the base of the buttplug and pull it free, eliciting a strained grunt from her breathless lungs. Almost in the same motion you shove your cock forwards, spearing her gaping ass before it can close up.
The second eagle’s cry of the day rings in your ears as Gilda’s talons rip into the mattress, scoring deep gouges through the material. You wrap one hand around her tail as you lean into her, the other hand holding tight against her ass and pulling her back into your relentless pounding. The slapping of your thighs beating against hers fills the room, interspersed with her gibbering moans and gasps. You look up from her bouncing ass with a wild grin, tracing the path up her arched spine, between her stiff wings, and to her eyes rolling up into her skull as she struggles to form words.
You pull the hand on her ass back and spank her, groaning at the way she clenches around you with each strike, her whole body sliding up the bed with every thrust. Soon she has her talons gripping the headboard, digging into the wood, her head twisted awkwardly against it as you pound her dominated mind into emptiness. Your balls slap against the dildo in her cunt with wet smacks, the arousal drenching her nethers sticking to you in thick strings every time you pull back.
You bite your lip as the pressure builds in your groin, growing tighter with every frantic hilting in her ass. You take your hand from her ass, reaching up to bury it in the feathers of her head instead, and lean in to look into her frantic eyes as you tug on her tail harder.
“Look at me!” She doesn’t respond at first, so far gone in the throes of her lust, and you give her a rough shake. “Look at me, Gilda!”
She gasps as if surfacing from a trance, her one eye you can see rolling back into focus and meeting yours.
“You want me to cum in your ass.”
“Ugh—yes!” she groans, her ass clenching down even tighter around your cock. You grit your teeth as you force your way in, pushing through the vice-like pressure and feeling yourself go over the edge. “Yes, fill me up, f-fuck!”
A guttural growl escapes you as you slam into her with all your strength, your balls churning against the dildo still buried in her cunt. A torrent of your cum floods Gilda’s body as she trembles around your cock, hot with her arousal, squeezing the base of your shaft and milking you for every drop.
Gilda lets out a low, shuddering moan as you fill her, her eyes screwed up in bliss and her beak twisted into a trembling smile. Her wings flutter stiffly against your chest for one long, drawn-out moment—and she falls limp.
You remain still for a few seconds, panting and relishing the sensation of her body massaging your spent cock in quick, shuddering bursts. You pull out slowly, focusing on the sensation of her tight ring gripping along your entire length, and finally part from her with a wet squelch.
You lean back, one hand spreading her cheeks as you admire your work. A line of thick white drips down the curve of her pussy, tracing a path around the dildo still quivering inside her.
With a sigh, you crawl around the bed to her head. Gilda’s eyes are closed, her breath coming in great heaves and the same dopey smile plastered over her beak. You give her a light slap on the cheek, rousing her with a jerk.
“W-wha?” She looks up at you, one eye still buried in the pillow.
“We aren’t done yet,” you say. You point down at your softening dick. “You need to clean your mess.”
She blinks slowly, her smile twisting into a frown with such a glacial pace that you can almost see the gears in her fuck-high head turning.
“Why?”
“It’s your ass that got me dirty.” You slide forward, sliding a hand behind her head. “Your ass, your mess, your job. Now open.”
Her beak falls limply open. You smile down at her as you ease yourself into her mouth, careful to avoid the sharp edges, and slide yourself in and out. Her tongue laps weakly at your shaft, a muffled sigh drifting past it.
Without warning you surge forwards, and her eyes shoot wide open as you hilt yourself in her throat. She gags against your balls as you give a few short jerks, watching the way your head pushes out her throat under her collar, and then pull out.
After all that, she somehow finds the energy to glower up at you.
You scoff, waving a hand. “You like it when I use you.”
She blinks, and the expression in her eyes is replaced with a groggy contentment. Her tongue darts out, licking at her beak.
You exhale loudly as you climb off the bed, taking a moment to stretch your limbs and feel the fresh air on your sweat-soaked body. Walking up to the window, you pull the curtain aside and peek outside. The sun is fully set now, the street painted the pale blue of moonlight.
Gilda is eyeing you with smitten adoration when you turn around, though she snorts and looks away when you catch her. You walk around the bed, collecting your buttplug from where it fell. You reach to retrieve the dildo as well, but pause with your arm only halfway extended. With a shrug, you turn away. She can keep it in until you get her home.
It only takes a few minutes for you to clean and dry the used buttplug before you pop it back into the case. You slide the case into your backpack, pulling out a short leash and walking to Gilda’s side.
She blushes as you look down at her, sprawled out on the tatters of the bed, her fur matted with sweat, her feathers poking out in every direction, and a puddle of cum forming between her punished red ass cheeks. You lean forwards and clip the leash to the collar still secured around her throat, then give it a light tug.
“Get up, Gilda,” you say, leading her out of the ruined bed. “And get dressed. You belong to me now.”