Rain, Rain Cum & Stay
It was a dark and stormy day in all of Equestria, the extremely heavy rain coupled with the lightning strikes alone was more than enough to make everypony from Manehattan to Ponyville think twice about stepping hoof outside for anything. Granny Smith and Applejack were both in Manehattan, leaving Big Macintosh to look after the farm.
Big Macintosh was quite surprised to see what he had awoken to; this feeling of surprise quickly turned into one of relief for Big Mac as he quickly realized that he wouldn't have to labour around the farm all day like he usually did. The rain alone was cause enough to warrant a day off, since wagons and other farm equipment could easily become stuck in the mud, but lightning sealed the deal: being within fifty feet of a tree during a storm as big a
s this was asking to be hit. An entire orchard of trees? Forget about it. Big Mac couldn't think of a better way to start his unscheduled day off than by going back to sleep; he woke up earlier than most ponyfolk anyway, and from the looks of the storm he wasn't going to miss anything by getting a little more shuteye than usual.
Just as Big Mac made his way back to bed he heard a loud crashing sound coming from the barn. He wasn't sure if it was just the lightning, or if Derpy Hooves or some other pony had just fallen out of the sky, but as long as there was the possibility that somepony was hurt and needed help, he wasn't going to stand idly by. Big Mac almost regretted this decision after he heard the next lightning bolt - the rain was so heavy that he could barely see 5 feet ahead of him, and the darkness certainly wasn't helping either. However, he didn't need sight to know where he was going. Living on the farm all his life Big Mac knew the layout of the surrounding acres like the back of his hoof.
Once inside the barn, he quickly spotted a large hole in the roof, and somepony lying directly under it, unconscious in a pile of hay. Big Mac could tell it wasn't Derpy, or any other pony that had just came crashing through the roof of his barn. This was a Gryphon. Another, closer lightning strike sent shivers down Big Mac's spine. He quickly put the hurt gryphon onto his back and shot back towards the house as fast as he could, not wasting time on formalities. He laid the gryphon on his bed and was going to see if there were any visible wounds, but he stopped everything he was doing once he was able to get a good look at the Gryphon he had just brought into his home.
It was Gilda, the Gryphon that Rainbow Dash had paraded around Ponyville.
Until they had a falling out, that is.
Big Mac had never told anyone, but at the same time he couldn't (and wouldn't) deny the fact that he found himself...attracted to Gilda, to say the least. Big Mac looked Gilda over as best he could without moving her, at the risk of her waking up and have her think he was trying to take advantage of the situation. From what he could tell, she was fine aside from some burnt feathers and fur, and being unconscious.
Once Big Mac was as sure as he could be that Gilda was all right, he began to run over her prone form with his eyes. He began to validate his attraction to Gilda with a long, perusing stare, for no other reason than because he could.
To Big Mac, Gilda represented the paragon of what somepony could be -- possessing undeniable feminine allure, yet at the same time a masculine physique which brought together the best of both worlds. In short, a dream-come-true for a bisexual pony that preferred females, such as himself. Big Mac's mind began to eroticize Gilda more and more by the second. He began visualizing his carnal desires involving her, thoughts of rough sweaty sex with Gilda, writhing in pleasure and ecstasy played out in his mind like sex scenes from high-production adult films. Needless to say, he was getting very aroused. He quickly stopped himself though, realizing how awkward it would be if Gilda was to wake-up to Big Mac pleasuring himself...or worse. To keep himself from getting further turned on, he decided to look anywhere but directly at Gilda, at least until she woke-up.
"Ugh...where am I?" Asked the barely conscious Gryphon. She quickly regained herself and sat up.
“You’re at Apple Acres, you fell through the roof of a barnhouse a few minutes ago; I found you there unconscious and brought you back to the house.” Big Mac explained.
“Do you remember what happened before you fell out of the sky like that?” He asked the now conscious Griffin.
“I remember flying...then a sharp pain through my whole body, then darkness, and now I’m here.” Gilda answered.
“That “sharp pain” you felt was more than likely lightning striking you. If you don’t mind me asking, why were you flyin’ in this weather?” Big Mac asked, showing a great deal of concern.
“I was trying to get away from the storm, you can see how that went.” Gilda answered.
“Well you should stay here, until the storms gone.” Big Mac said, secretly hoping Gilda wouldn’t oppose staying with him for the duration of the storm.
“It’s not like I’m gonna try to fly through that again.” Gilda said, laying back in Big Mac’s bed, crossing her legs, and placing her talons behind her head, her eyes met with Big Mac’s again before she looked the large and very well built Earth pony up and down. When her eyes met with Big Mac’s again the lust that was in his eyes before she regained consciousness had returned.
“This is your bed, right?” Gilda asked.
“Eeyup,” Big Mac replied.
Gilda shifted from the middle of the bed, inviting Big Macintosh to lay next to her. Big Macintosh tried in vain to hide his his excitement in the form of a very erotic smile.
Big Mac was very experienced in the art of bucking, but he had never been with a Griffin, in fact the only sexual experiences he had ever had outside of his relations with other ponies was with zebra’s. Big Mac began to feel like a colt again, as if this was his first time and he had to learn how to please his partner(s) all over again. He quickly shrugged off these feelings of doubt, remembering who he was and he good he had been told, more times than he could remember, how good at sex he was.
While Big Macintosh was mentally readying himself he felt something warm and firm gently begin to rub his inner thigh. He turned his head to look at Gilda who had begun to pleasure herself, she had an expression of calm, yet, demanding sexual readiness that only a carnivorous predator could.
Big Mac realized that Gilda was just as, if not more use to initiating and taking control during sex as he was. He quickly came to the realization that if both of them were trying to take over the situation they would never get to buck.
Big Mac swiftly hopped off the bed, standing at the end of Gilda’s side of the bed. He spread Gilda’s legs and began eating out the horny Gryphon. Gilda, not expecting this, began to breathe heavily as Big Mac’s long flat tongue rapidly moved in and out of her.
Big Mac then shifted his focus to her clitoris. The stimulation was too much for Gilda, a powerful orgasm ripped through Gilda’s body. Gilda moved off the bed and presented herself to Big Macintosh.
Big Mac’s member was fully erect - throbbing in anticipation. He mounted the Gryphon, the excitement of bucking a Gryphon for the first time made him buck harder and faster than he normally would. Big Macintosh’s body went into autopilot as he entered a state of pure ecstasy.
Gilda was already on Cloud 9 as she neared second orgasm; Big Mac was nearing his 1st.
“I’m cumming!” Big Mac yelled as he shot his seed deep inside Gilda as she reached her orgasm.
The two then lied in bed, enjoying the afterglow of both their orgasms. Big Macintosh turned his head and looked the window.
“Looks like the storm’s over.” Big Mac said, disappointment evident in his voice.
“This doesn’t have to be.” Gilda said.