Roll for Initiative
The warm morning sun rose over the gilded city of marble and gold, resting at the crest of the peak smack dab in the middle of Equestria. Canterlot buzzed with the hubbub of the morning commutes of ponies to and fro, wings beating, teleports fizzled and popped, and earth pony wagons filled the streets. The morning was always early in the heart of pony-land, too damn early, a certain tall and broad gryphon woman thought to herself as she lazily walked down the street.
Her boots clicked on the concrete, she was groggy and tired, and the fact she was on her way to a pony school, part of a foreign exchange program made her want to fall asleep standing. Groaning as she switched between an ice cold Red Bull, and a hot cigarette, she thought back on the last few weeks, she’d been the “lucky” ace student in Gryphonia selected to transfer this year to Canterlot High as part of some “every-creature” inclusion BS. The bar for her school was set so disgustingly low, her showing up every day gave her the highest grades of her class, and now she was forced to hang out with annoying ponies for a whole year.
She reached the steps of the elegant, ornate, and towering academy. With a final puff she flicked her cigarette on the ground, quaffed the remainder of her drink, and crashed the can before pitching it in a bush. The first class she was “graced” to attend was chemistry, she towered over the ponies in the hallway, and just waltzed through the crowds like a wedge no one dared give a second glance to.
When she arrived at Miss Clear Beaker’s class, the bell rang out, the ponies were assembling into pairs, and her tired eyes saw the board had lab notes on it. Glancing around the class for her easy “A,” she spotted a thin orange unicorn stallion in a clean uniform, sat hunched over a few books on the desk, scribbling away at his papers. She was surprised to see the egghead alone, a smile crept up her beak as she plopped in the seat next to him with a thud, dropping her satchel on the ground, fishing out her own books. Enraptured in his work, his eyes never left the page, she rolled her eyes, cleared her throat snapping her finger, leaning back lazily.
Sunburst lifted his head from his work, pushing back his glasses up his muzzle, he turned his head and stared for a moment as the giantess of a gryphon lazily leaned back in her chair. He soaked in her form: she was nearly 8 foot tall, her legs massive and bulging with muscle, her pony sized jeans were torn in patches, and clung tightly to her body, leaving little to the imagination. His eyes coasted up her body, she had on a black t-shirt of some gryphon metal band with illegible text, which was a mere half shirt on her, revealing her tight core, and ripped abs, just under her weighty, massive breasts nearly the size of his head. Before he could stare longer, she snorted aggressively, her tail flaring up behind her. His eyes snapped up to her agitated, predatory yellow eyes.
“Eyes up here you dirty nerd,” She said, staying as quiet during the slideshow as possible, her blood boiling.
“Oh…gosh, I…I didn’t-” He managed to stammer out, with a flustered blush, “Oh, Gilda, are you my Lab partner?”
“Yeah you nerd, I’m copying you, so get back to work,” She smirked.
Gilda plopped her notebook and a pencil on the desk, hunching next to him, copying the answers to his questions, or…. so she thought. She looked at the odd things he was writing as he scrambled to cover them and close his book, her powerful talon pinned his soft hand and notebook to the desk. He softly whined and stammered nervously as she leaned over to look at his textbook, which had another book on top of it. Knights, dragons, spells, and lots of charts, the absolute dweeb-tier shit made Gilda cringe, with one clean tug of her talon she snatched his notebook.
“Sir Robard Rod, Wizard supreme, and layer of monsters,” she snickered as she looked over the notes. “Idiot, you forgot the ‘s’.” Her new victim covered his face with his hands, blushing like mad. She looked down at the sheet and realized, nope he defintely was writing about having sex with monster women in the middle of class, she cringed harder than she knew possible, whole body tensing, even her toes curled.
“I can expla-'' he managed to get out before being interrupted.
“Shut up and take my notes you dweeb, unless you want Miss Beaker to hear about you cumming in a dragon,” she snorted, sliding him her notebook.
Utterly entrapped, and under pressure, the unicorn started to turn his attention to the lecture, he was already familiar with the unit having read ahead, scribbling along. He was terrified, she had him dead to rights, shakily he took notes hurriedly, glancing over, she was grinning, reading his lewd writings. He sighed and focused on his notes until Miss Beaker passed out well beakers, beads, and water. He carefully followed along as Gilda feigned attention. 30 minutes later, Sunburst handed her back her notes, full of calculations on how to find volumes of liquids. She didn't even look at him as she stuffed his notebook into her bag.
“Hey I did your notes, now, give me those back,” he said, grumbling with agitation.
“Hmmm, nah, not now. Meet me under the north side bleachers during lunch, make sure you buy me a Monster as well, you dweeb,” she explained, flicking her tail.
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Sunburst thumbed through his chin scruff with one hand and held a cold Monster with the other. His mind raced with thoughts of blackmail, bribery, beatings even, she was big enough to tear him in two! He gulped as he quickly crossed the football field, heart racing, hurrying to the bleacher. He never dared to break any rules at school, but if he got caught he was sure everyone would know about his lewd writings. Rounding the corner, he saw Gilda waiting, sitting on a humming power transformer, cigarette lit in her beak as she puffed.
“I got you the Monster. I really really want those writings back, please they’re private.” He mustered up as much respectful confidence as he could.
Even though she was sitting, she still looked down at him as she took the Monster, popping the top to sip away at the sticky drink.
“Yeah, about that, I read through them, and I got some feedback,” her beak curled up into a devious grin.
“A…all of them?” He stammered, taking a step back.
“All of them you dirty fuckin’ pony.” She set the drink down on the transformer, lighting another cigarette, then crossing her arms.
“I gotta say, I don’t know how you think about sex all day like a fuckin’ dirty xenophile pony…. dragons, seapony, fairies, bat ponies, yaks, manticores, changelings…. gryphons…” she cocked an eyebrow and looked him up and down like meat.
He shivered as her eyes peered through him, into the horniest depths of his soul as he blushed like mad.
“Well, what’s wrong with liking every-creature? And gryphons…” He lingered on the statement, taking a deep breath, looking in her eyes a moment before timidly looking down.
“Nothing dweeb, that wasn’t my problem, actually.” She puffed her cigarette to the butt and flicked it off. Then she licked her sharp beak with a slurp that made the stallion flinch.
“Well, what was it that you had a problem with?” He tilted his head, and nervously tapped his foot, breaking eye contact to look around for anypony watching.
“My problem was that you think you’re capable of actually doming a woman twice your size, when you're clearly a pathetic pony sub." her claws dug into the metal of the powerbox, puncturing the metal, a low, primal growl left her beak.
The hair all over Sunburst’s body stood on edge, he went from anxious to hunted, his mind numb, he froze, staring at the metal being torn. He looked up in her narrow amber eyes, she coyly wagged her eyebrows, his face blushed red hot. He gulped as the blood rushed to his face, they both noticed his blood was rushing to his cock too. He stammered, his mind reeling and pleading to come up with something, anything to say, but he was utterly vulnerable to her, his gaze drifting down.
“That’s what I thought, drop your pants, dweeb,” she chuckled, her claws releasing the box.
He contemplated her command, had he really heard her right? Was this really happening? He thought about playing dumb to her request but decided to swallow his white hot shame, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, dropping around his ankles. His rigid horsecock beat warmly in the cool air, the tip flared, throbbing as his desires bubbled up in his mind, Gilda unbuttoned her pants as well, standing up to squeeze out of the tight fitting garment, Sunburst marveled at her bulging thighs. While he was busy thinking dick first, he didn’t notice Gilda roughly grab his horn, forcing a moan from his lips as he was roughly wrenched against her.
“On your knees, you filthy little pony.” she grinned.
He shifted down to his knees in the grass, his horn was yanked forward, between her spread thighs. Her brown, engorged pussy lips dripped down her thighs, she licked her lips hungrily, forcing his muzzle into her hot sex. The intoxicating musk of her juices soaked into his face, her tight pink flesh grasped his muzzle, his soft hands grabbed onto her bulging thighs. Normally Sunburst found it so easy to over think, but he found himself in a heavy haze quite unfamiliar to him, the only things he could focus on was the hot warmth enveloping his muzzle, and his own cock’s aching throbs.
“Get licking, NOW.” she barked out.
Her rough hand squeezed tightly on his horn, causing his whole body to spasm between her thighs, his moans felt heavenly muffled inside her. His lips parted, his wet tongue slithered into her depths, the taste was thick and sweet to his surprise. She eased up on his horn, he gasped in relief, responding with a thankful suckling kiss at her depths. His head tilted, tongue curled along her sensitive walls. A throaty groan left her lips, her thighs gripped the sides of his head, her hips pumping into his face.
“Fuck yeah, serve my fuckin’ pussy just like that, toy.” her other hand grabbed the back of his head, seizing a talon-full of his mane.
He panted hotly on her sensitive lips, her fur stood on edge, his tongue worked along every groove and bump inside her velvety, hot snatch, until he flicked at a tough patch of muscle. Her talons grasped his mane and horn, knuckles white, a sharp cry left her beak, his body bucked and spasmed, his horn throbbing in tandem with the schmeat between his legs. He couldn’t make sense of anything but working his dexterous tongue up and down the sensitive patch, and small bead of her clit, his body humping the air and shivering in her grip. Each time his soft pony tongue passed along her sopping wet clit, Gilda felt electricity shoot up her spine from the burning in her loins, looking down at her toy, she saw his eyes fluttering, rolled back. Her beak curled into a smile as she licked the sharp edge of her beak. The little dweeb munching down on her muff was oddly endearing in his compromised, needy position, and his obedience only drove her to ask for more.
“Gods yes, right fucking there my little pony toy, you better swallow when I cum on your fucking face” She thumbed the tip of his horn, her talon grazing along the ridges, each rub making his whole body tense, followed by a moan.
His burning hot cock throbbed against her leg, his whole body quivered at her touch, her touch numbing his mind to weak mush. All he could simply think was following her intoxicating ferocity, as his lips and tongue mindlessly suckled and lapped at her drenched folds. Gilda’s skin began to tingle, as a crackle of pleasure shot up her spine, and her whole body spasmed, yelling his name as she gushed a hot jet of sweet juice in the eager maw of her prey. She chuckled softly as she bucked her hips, her nectar stopped gushing, her prey's muzzle and face were soaked. Good.
She lifted him by the horn, making him groan and stumble to a stand to follow her lead. She sat him down on the metal powerbox, and without a moment's hesitation she slammed down on top of him in a pounce. Her talons gripped his shoulders, and her meaty hips plopped down into his, his rigid pre-slicked cock spreading her walls, as she impaled herself in need. She growled like a lioness, nipping his neck roughly, licking from nape to ear. Sunburst squirmed and writhed, his hands seizing her breasts, rubbing over the large, firm orbs. As his fingers rubbed and tenderly pinched at her breasts, she doubled her efforts bouncing on his lap, her tight, slick folds met his eager humps and thrusts up at her.
"Oh fuck yeah my dirty pony pet~ your cum belongs to me, your body belongs to me~" She cooed and purred, stuffing her thumb in his mouth, he blushed red hot, his eyes looking up into her's timidly. While he suckled at one talon, her other hand rubbed and clawed at his back, while breeding the stallion under her with each bounce driving his hot length into her needy core. Her most barbaric instincts took her over as she held down her pet, pile driving her hips down into the metal box, and milking him like a machine. His tip flared in arousal deep in her womb, she pounded away his body and mind into hot mush, and all he could do was desperately thrust up to meet her aggression. He whimpered, salivating sloppily on her thumb, dizzy in delight, Her hand pinched and played with his cheek before grabbing the back of his head and burying his face into her breasts. He wasted no time, tenderly kissing, nuzzling and suckling her breasts in-between his muffled cries. Both of them soon felt tension build in their muscles, and heat bubble in their loins until it popped and in a blur of passion. Sunburst came first, his pent up, milky seed gushed into her hungry folds, spurt after spurt until Gilda’s folds quivered and spasmed, their mixture of juices squirting in a mess into their laps.
Both wordlessly laid on each other, Sunburst clung tightly to Gilda, purrs rumbling in her throat, nuzzling and kissing his cheek.
"Such a good boy cumming for your Gryphon Goddess~ did you enjoy your first time my pervy pony pet?" She whispered in his ear.
"Yes," he blinked a few times, half in a daze behind his warm blush. "I certainly wasn't expecting that.”
She swatted his cutie mark with her talon, and gave it a firm squeeze.
"Good, you better get used to getting pounced, that is, if you pay attention in class.”
“Yes Miss Gilda…” He trailed off, nuzzling into her breasts.
She groaned down at the sappy pony, rolling her eyes as his warm, fuzzy face nuzzled against her sensitive nipples. Her hand stroked his mane, her sharp claws combed through his silky mane.
“Maybe this all pony school isn't going to be so bad after all.” She stood up, hopping a few times, pulling up her jeans.
Sunburst couldn’t work up the nerve to say much of anything as he watched her thighs jiggle into her jeans. He stood up from the flank sized dent on the power box, grabbed his own pants and hurriedly pulled them up. As he lifted his head up to face Gilda once more, he saw his journal held out.
“Here, take your dweeby smut journal, and…” She blushed, grinning widely, “your section on gryphons better be accurate after this, pet.”