Giselle’s hips were a hypnotic thing to watch. Her spine and tail snaked with every step, making it completely impossible for me to look away. Feline legs stepped with a criss-cross stride, stirring memories of an adolescent fascination with cat-girls.

Also, I was pretty lit. That crayola brandy hit me like a truck, or at least a four-pony wagon. Not too bad, though; I’d sober up after a walk and a shower.

It occurred to me I really liked Giselle’s tail. It was far more feminine than ponies’ tails. ‘I wonder what the bits under it look like?’

I may have said that out loud, as Giselle looked back at me just as the thought crossed my mind. I’m pretty sure she caught me staring at her, too. Looking over her shoulder, the fuzzy tip of her tail danced to its own rhythm while her eyes darted across me before settling on my crotch. I was about to make a joke about my eyes being up here, but she spoke before I could collect my words.

“Your belt, it’s a trophy?” she asked.

“Huh?” looking down, I remembered I had my old rodeo belt on. “Yeah, actually,” I said smiling. It’d been a pretty big deal to me at the time.

Slowing down, Giselle walked beside me, her eyes studying the belt. “That leather is thick; it must have been a huge beast.”

Leather? Ah crap. “Ugh... The buckle is the trophy, though it did come with the belt. I didn’t kill the animal it came from.”

“Oh.” Giselle seemed a bit disappointed.

“I won the buckle by being the best wild horse rider in my state,” I explained. Not an accurate description, but one that got the idea across. “I hunted deer, though.”

“You rode wild horses, and hunted deer?” she obviously didn’t believe me.

Nodding with more enthusiasm than was appropriate, I paused for her to look at the buckle. “Yeah. See the horse?”.

Giselle moved to better see my buckle, putting her beak either too close or not close enough to my crotch: I couldn’t decide which. “Riding wild horses is a sport in your world?” she asked, seemingly convinced of my claim.

“Yea, but not very popular.”

“No?” she asked, starting to walk again.

“No. I doubt there was a hundred people that competed in my region. And a big crowd at a competition was only a thousand or so.”

“Hmm...” Giselle let her wings hang a bit loose as she walked beside me. “But you were the best in your state?” she pronounced the word “state” rather harshly.

“Yeah, but when I got to the national level, I lost pretty fast.”

“Oh!” Understanding lit up her expression. “That’s still pretty good.”

Silence fell between us as we walked through the abandoned Canterlot night. In the distance, I could hear the bustle of the party district, but where we walked was quiet as a grave.

“You’ve hunted?” she asked after a moment.

“A little,” I answered. “Waking up early wasn’t really worth it though.”

“I’ve never taken prey.” There was a tone of regret in her voice that I found surprising.

“Can’t say I enjoyed it. Not the taking anyway, but the meat I liked.”

Giselle nodded. “I think that’s how it’s supposed to be.”

Crossing a street, I was surprised to find us already at The House. Giselle moved just a little closer to me, her wing brushing my leg with every other step. Walking so close, my hand found her neck by accident. The silky feathers felt nice. Instinct moved my hand to petting her before I thought better of it.

“Sorry,” I said, sticking my hands in my pockets. “I keep wanting to pet you.”

“I noticed.” Giggling, Giselle danced ahead of me. Long legs stepping with a precise rhythm, she made sure I could see exactly what her tail normally hid. The lithe, mercurial dance ended with a come-hither pose and her wings snapping out like war fans.

“Oh wow.” I breathed, the display leaving me stunned.

Wings shimmered, then one reached out to rest a single feather on my nose. A bright laugh left her as she relaxed, my total bewilderment amusing her. “Your eyes are wonderful.” she said looking up at me. Though her beak was as expressionless as ever, I still felt like she was smiling at me.

Shaking my head, I gathered my senses. “My eyes?” I asked.

Giselle moved back to my side. A little nudge got me walking again as she made sure her neck was in easy reach for petting. “They’re predator eyes, but they’re not cold” she answered. “Sharp and forward, but still expressive. Ponies’ eyes are too big and far apart. They never look quite adult.”

“Oh. Well, thank you.”

Walking across The House’s park, we gave a wide berth to a couple cuddling on a blanket as they star-gazed. I think I recognised the stallion as a stud, but it could have been just a random couple. Either way, we gave them their privacy.

“You want to come in?” I asked unlocking my door. “I’m off tomorrow, so I can stay up a bit longer.”

Giselle’s wings shifted forward and out—something I read as eagerness. “Sure,” she answered with a passive, bored tone that didn’t match her body language.

Opening the door, I let her go in first. “Would you like some water or tea? I made some lemonade yesterday too.”

“Lemonade, please,” she answered, looking around as she made her way to the living room. “This is nice.”

“Thank you. I try to keep it nicer than I used to keep my apartments,” I said, kicking off my boots before heading to the fridge.

Taking a seat on my sofa, she settled in with a fluff of her feathers. “Well, professional appearance is important,” she said, preening down a few feathers as I joined her on the sofa, with two big glasses of lemonade.

Glass in hand...talon, she abandoned her grooming to sip at her drink. We sat in silence for a moment, drinking our much needed hydration. After a few moments, Giselle finished hers off with one last gulp.

Setting the empty glass aside, she stood to pace around again.

“You know.” She let the words hang for a moment, the discovery of my working bedroom derailing her thought. “I have this theory that a lot of ponies have a predator fetish.”

“Really?” Standing up, I went to see what Giselle was doing in the bedroom. “Can’t say I’ve noticed,” I said, stepping through the doorway.

“I may be projecting,” Giselle’s voice giggled from beside me.

Talons latched onto my belt, pulling me onto the bed with force. Flailing, I somehow managed to land straddling her without hurting either of us. “Hi,” I said. Smiling down at the little griffon, her canary-yellow beak filled my vision.

The shiny beak begged to be touched. From a distance, it had a weapon’s gleam, but from inches away it looked more like hard candy. Reaching up, I caressed its edge, surprised to find it warm and pliable: not the cold bone I’d expected. “You know you could have just asked me to pet you more.”

“I thought this would be more fun,” she answered, closing her eyes with delight as my fingers traced where beak met flesh.

Legs wrapped around my waist. Looking down, I watched her dexterous fingers... talons open my shirt. Palms rubbed across my chest, polished claws tracing muscle.

Cupping her head with one hand, I let the other play with a wing. Kissing was my natural instinct here, but instead I followed Giselle’s cue to press cheeks. We explored each other’s body with panting breath. Giselle gave a small cheer when my shirt finally found its way to the floor. Pushing me back with a tender touch, she studied my chest and arms.

I used the moment to examine her just as well. Her shiny feathers and smooth fur stuck tight to lean muscle.

Reaching for my hand, Giselle twined our fingers together before pulling me back onto her. “Like what you see?” she asked.

“Oh yeah.” I nodded. Reaching down with my free hand, I raked my nails across her inner thigh. “Do you?”

“So far.” Letting go of my hand, she unbuckled my belt with one motion, and my pants with a second. Before I could even offer to help undress myself, her two hind legs had kangaroo-kicked my underware and pants against the far wall; leaving me wearing nothing but socks. A moment later and she’s gotten those of to.

Looking back, I could help but get aroused. “You’re really... flexible.”

“Comes with the job.” As if needing to prove the point, she casually tucked a leg behind her head.

“Impressive.” Rolling onto my side, I took in the full view of her as I traced my fingers down to the wet spot I’d glimpsed earlier. She was very much innie. Her firm, little mounds split with a cute line that begged to be explored.

Giselle hummed, her tail twitching as she scanned my newly exposed flesh.

“So, a predator fetish?” I asked, flashing a toothy grin and meeting her eyes.

Tucking her beak to her chest, Giselle looked up at me with big eyes.“Yeah...”

Lunging forward, I grabbed her wrists, and pinned her to the bed. An animal sound escaped her, the leg that had been behind her head coming forward to rest on my shoulder.

“Oh...” She squirmed, testing my grip on her, but only a little. “Now what are you going to do with me?” she asked, her hips rocking with need.

A wolf’s grin spread across my face. Changing my grip on her, I moved both her wrists to one hand, holding them crossed above her head. “Maybe I’ll eat you,” I said before giving her a playful bite on the leg.

Giselle tensed, giggling while I bit at her leg. Freeing her hands from my grip, she planted them on my head.“If you’re going to eat me, start lower,” she said, pushing me down.

Not fully giving in, I held onto her leg, enjoying every inch of it as I crept from ankle to inner thigh. The long, lean leg was a delight to explore. I took time to touch every inch of her dancer’s leg with my hands, while nipped at the more tender spots with my teeth: giggles and moans rewarding me along the way.

When my trail of nibbles found dampness, I paused to get a better look. Grabbing her with both hands, I let my thumbs open her. Behind the folds, I found a familiar enough sight, though I suddenly had doubts about fitting in her.

Leaning forward, I licked the tender flesh, then paused to suckle the hard nub. A feline growl rolled out of Giselle, her hands blindly groping for something to hold. As her hips rocked, I alternated between long licks and tender suckles. Pressing two fingers against the base of her heat, I pressed them into her. The wet flesh yielded reluctantly to the intrusion, giving my more doubts about the moving on to full sex. Not stopping with the oral attention, I hooked my fingers to massage the hard spot just inside her. If we couldn’t have sex, I’d at least give her a hell of a time like this.

Above me Giselle writhed, incoherent sounds gurgling out of her as her eyes rolled back. “I’m gonna...” She panted, her hand suddenly appearing to interrupt my work. “Not yet...”

Grabbing my arm, she pulled me back up face to face, but then promptly rolled off the bed at a trot. “Be right back!” she called, disappearing into the living room.

Sitting on the bed, rather horny and confused, I started to tell her the bathroom was in here. Before I could gather the words, Giselle had returned though, a blue vial held in her beak.

“One second,” she said in a hurried tone as she tore the seal away. Pouring the contents down her throat, she sat the empty vial aside before returning to the bed. “No kittens,” she said, laying on her back with her wings laid loose.

“You sure about this?” I asked, leaning back over her.

“Never been more sure.” Giselle's legs wrapped around me, pulling our hips together.

Hot flesh against flesh stirred my blood. I wanted to take her right then, my need to be inside her arched my spine, but I stopped myself. I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her. “I’m not sure we’re compatible down there,” I said, clutching Giselle to me while trying to calm myself.

Giselle’s hips rocked, her entire body contorting till my tip was pressed into wet heat. “We’re about to find out,” she told me, her heels pressing me into her.

Tightness surrounded my sensitive head, warmth and squirming sending shivers through my body. A hiss escaped my lover, her heels easing in their pressure. Not wanting to force anything, I pulled back every so slightly, using the time to kiss where her beak became feathers.

We rolled like this for a moment, caressing each other while I merely rested against her. Heated petting and rubbing of cheeks fueled our desire. I should have turned my hips aside, but my hormone addled brain insisted on the contact, and Giselle seemed to equally desire the pressure against her.

Amidst a particularly strong wave of passion, her legs again squeezed at me, urging me into her. Giselle groaned, and with one last nudge, I was truly inside her.

“Oh... that hurts good.” she moaned, grinding against me. “Can you go deeper?”

Unable to speak, I nodded. Relaxing, I allowed my weight to rest on her. Our hips met as I fully sheathed myself in her, bottoming out against her cervix as I finally came to rest.

“Yess!” Giselle growled, her eyes wild.

Seeing what she liked, I pulled back to again drive home. I had to take it slow, pacing myself against Giselle’s moans of “Faster.” I could feel every little nuance within her, and any sudden movement threatened to spoil my intentions of making this last as long as possible.

A beak nudged my neck, prompting me to raise my head. Sharp, steamy eyes met me, drawing me into a gaze I couldn’t look away from. Beak to nose, we swam in each other's eyes. With a mixture of tender touches and desperately clutching each other, we whispered moans and coos, reveling in the shared sensation of each stroke.

Slowly, by degrees, Giselle’s eyes became glassy: staring into me yet unfocused. Smiling, I gave her the speed she’d been asking for.

Our eyes still locked, Giselle twitched. Her wings flared out as she somehow became even tighter around me. “Mmm... Shane!” she called, her talons digging into my back, desperately clutching at me as if she couldn’t get us close enough.

The racking of fingernails down my back was a delicious pain. I hadn’t even realized I missed it so much. Though, I did have the wits to be thankful Giselle’s talons had been polished round. Groaning in ecstasy, I pulled at the handful of feathers I’d unconsciously grabbed.

A sudden spasm of her hips sent Giselle twisting and shaking around me, more than enough to blur my vision as I too fell into orgasm.

“Giselle...” I whispered back to her, both our bodies contorting in release, both of us seeing nothing but the other’s eyes.

Slowly, as the world came back into focus, I smiled at the warm eyes still looking into mine. We both slumped, letting our bodies go limp and tangle together, only breaking eye contact to again press cheeks. We laid still, breathing hard and holding one another, for a long while, each occasionally twitching from orgasmic aftershock.

After what felt like an hour, my arm was starting to fall asleep, so I had to roll off her.

“That, was good sex,” I said, being careful to pull out of her slowly. A bit of blood stained both me and the massive wet-spot on the sheets, but nothing to worry about. Being the gentleman that I am, I made sure I was the one to lay on the wet-spot instead of her.

Giselle hummed, moving to curl against me. “So I did good for my first time?”

“You...” Looking down at the little griffon, I blinked. “You were- you’ve never had sex before?”

“Nope.”

“I...” Laying a hand on Giselle, I straightened some of her feathers. “Thank you.”

“For?” she asked, opening one eye.

Reaching to the light switch, I turned it off. “It’s a human thing. Don’t worry about it. And yeah, that was good.”

Snuggling into bed, I put an arm around my lover as she rested her head on my shoulder. A wing draped across me while her talons held me like I might disappear. As exhaustion washed over me, I held her just as tight. The world began to fade into sleep, but a soft sound dragged me back to the waking.

“Giselle, are you purring?”

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

Stifling a laugh, I did just that.