It was another windy day in Griffonstone and Gilda was out selling her scones. Things had slightly improved since Dash and the pink terror had visited. Of course, some griffons were still jerks and only cared to line their pockets.

Gilda let out a yawn, leaning on her stand as she stared out at the streets. There were a few griffons milling about, and storm clouds were rolling in. After a few moments, they settled over the town. Then, she noticed something falling from the clouds and crashed through her roof.

“Oh come on!” Gilda growled, clenching her talons. Quickly closing up her cart, she moved over to her home. “Alright! Someone's getting their ass beat!”

She opened the door to her home and flew up the stairs. She threw open the door to her bedroom and felt her eye twitch when she did. On her bed there was a groaning figure lying on a pile of straw from her roof. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before with the only visible fur on it being the light brown patch on its head. Though, she didn’t really care to think of that past the anger over her roof.

“Who the fuck are you?!” she screeched, balling her talons into fists and puffing her chest out.

“Ow...” was the only real response she got out of it.

“Get outta my bed, dweeb!” she growled, stomping over to the side of the bed and staring daggers at the figure. The figure’s eyes fluttered open and then snapped to attention when they caught sight of Gilda.

“Holy fuck! What the hell are you?!” the figure jumped up, staring at her.

“I could say the same to you,” Gilda snapped. “You look like a shaved Diamond Dog but less ugly.” She cracked her talons. “I’m a griffon by the way. Gilda the griffon. Remember that while I knock your ass out.”

“Who you calling ugly, feather head?” the male growled, glaring back at her.

“Sounds like you need to clean your ears out,” Gilda told him, smirking. “I said Diamond Dogs are ugly, not you. I don’t even know what the Tartarus you are.” She shot her fist out, trying to punch the male in the face.

He ducked, backing up. “I’m a human, you freak.”

“Good to know.” Gilda shot forward, jabbing at his chest. He dodged it and punched her in the gut. She stumbled back, clutching her stomach. He didn’t let up, throwing a right hook at her beak. Ducking under his fist, she tackled him, clawing at his face. He brought his arms up to protect his eyes, wincing as her talons dug into his skin. He let out a grunt and kneed her between the legs.

Gilda scowled, returning the favor. A pitiful squeak escaped his lips and his right eye twitched. He moved one of his arms from his face and started blindly throwing punches. A few connected, causing her to let out a squawk of pain. The male then let out a grunt of effort, trying to push Gilda off him.

She kept him pinned, wrapping a hand around his throat. He gasped, his struggling increasing as his lungs screamed for air. He gurgled slightly and punched Gilda in the throat. She choked, digging her talons into his throat. His eyes felt like they were about to roll into the back of his head as he continued to punch her face and neck.

She screeched, flaring her wings out. With a heave of strength, she tossed him into the wall. The male coughed, shakily getting onto his feet with a sway as he took in heaving breaths.

He balled his fists and glared at her. “You hit pretty hard for an overgrown turkey.”

“And you hit like a dweeb,” she taunted, her legs tensing as she readied to pounce again.

He dropped into his own stance, watching her carefully. When she pounced again, he jumped to the side, causing her to slam into the wall.

“Ah, bitch!” she hissed, shaking her head.

“Says the bitch that just tried to tear my eyes out and kill me,” he shot back.

“You broke my roof!”

“Not like that was on purpose!” he growled. “Do you see any wings on me, dumbass?! I fell off a balcony and wound up here.”

“I don’t care about that!” she snapped. Charging him again with a fist drawn back. She clocked him in the face, sending him to the floor with a thud. He groaned in pain, spitting out a glob of blood. He coiled up and then tackled her legs, sending her crashing to the floor. Snaring, Gilda grappled him, pinning him to the ground. He grit his teeth, tucking his legs in and sending them right into her stomach.

She held fast, kneeing him in the groin again.

“Why do you hate my balls?” He squeaked. He drew his head back and then slammed it into her beak.

Gilda bobbed her head, clamping her beak onto his throat. He let out a quick cry of pain, trying to kick her off again. She held fast, keeping him pinned. With few options left, he opened his mouth wide and bit down as hard as he could on the nearest bit of exposed fur. Gilda’s eyes widened for a moment and she clamped her beak just a little tighter. She closed her eyes, starting to draw blood. The male groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in a vain attempt to ignore the pain as he continued to bite and kick her. She didn’t let up, feeling him weaken under her. He wriggled under her and managed to free one of his hands. He then started to punch the side of her head, trying to get her to let go.

She grabbed his hand, pinning it above his head. He growled, using all his remaining strength to kick her in the ribs. Gilda growled back, pinning his legs under her own. He panted, biting her anywhere he could reach while he struggled to get out from under her. She used her other hand to grab his head, forcing it back. He grit his teeth, pushing against her with everything he had.

With one last strong heave he managed to roll over to his side, freeing his legs and arms. He tackled the disoriented Gilda, pressing his elbow into her throat. She let out a strangled squawk, her wings twitching beneath her. She grabbed his sides, digging her talons into his ribs. He hissed, socking her in the eye. She hissed in pain, the back of her head bouncing against the floor. Her eyes drooped, inky blackness creeping into her vision. He drew his arm back, ready to hit her again.

Gilda sputtered and coughed, grabbing her throat as she took in precious air.

“You gonna stop attacking me?” he asked, looking down at her.

She clicked her beak, glaring at him. “Yeah, I’ll stop,” she spat out.

He slowly got off her, panting heavily.

She got up, holding back a groan as her ribs screamed in pain. She stared at him, waiting to see what he’d do next.

He kept his eye on her, examining his still bleeding sides. He glanced up, noticing the hole he had made.

“Sorry about your roof,” he grumbled.

Gilda coughed, scowling at him. “Yeah, well, it’s your problem now.”

“Huh?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “What’re you talking about?”

Sitting up, Gilda rubbed her throat. “You beat me. Law says me and all my stuff belongs to your dweeb ass.”

The male’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open. “H-hold up here, I am not cool with having a slave.”

Gilda glared. “I’m not a slave, doofus. I’m your mate.”

The male flinched, turning away from her. “That doesn’t exactly help things. Look, how about we clean up our wounds, I help fix your roof and then I go try to find a way home? We can forget this fight ever happened.”

Gilda snapped her beak. “No way. I’m not getting turned into the laughing stock of Griffonstone!”

“So you’re cool with fucking a guy who’s throat you just tried to tear out?” he shot back, giving her a flat look. “Not to mention, you don’t even know my name.”

Gilda shrugged. “You beat me, you got the stones to be a good mate,” she said simply, like it was nothing.

He sighed, pinching his brow. “Okay, let’s just get cleaned up. I’m starting to get woozy from blood loss. The name’s Connor by the way.”

Gilda grunted, getting to her paws. “I’ll get the first aid kit.” He watched her leave the room, taking notice of her wide hips as her tail flicked behind her.

Connor shook his head. He wasn’t about to get horny over some weird bird-cat lady. Especially not over one that tried to kill him. He brushed off the debris from the bed and sat on the edge, waiting for Gilda to come back.

She strode back in, carrying a grey box. She set it down, popping it open. She pulled out a clear bottle and a white rag. She poured a bit of the liquid onto the rag and started to press it against his wounds. Gilda rolled her eyes at his wince.

“Suck it up.”

He didn’t reply, just clenching his jaw as the white rag slowly turned reddish-brown. She tossed the rag into a laundry hamper at the corner of the room and pulled out a roll of bandages. She started to wrap up his wounds, using her talons to snip off the ends.

“Thanks...” Connor grunted, poking at his sides.

Gilda shrugged. “The least I could do for my new mate. “I’ve had a lot of practice patching myself up.” She sat down next to him, nuzzling his neck.

He winced, his neck still sore. “So, I guess we should get to know each other,” he said, drumming his hands on his legs. “I mean, since we’re mates and all now.”

“Sounds okay,” Gilda agreed, nipping at the unharmed parts of his neck.

“Guess I’ll start,” he said. “I was working a dead end construction job back home while I tried to make some money for school. Boxing was a hobby of mine and I liked to watch MMA fights on TV every once in awhile.” He turned to look at her, noticing her golden eyes. “What about you? What do you do around here?”

“I’m a baker,” Gilda explained. “I sell scones mostly. It’ doesn’t pay much around here, but it’s enough to keep me going. As for fun, I like doing stunt flying.” Gilda spread her wings out, showing off her wingspan. She nuzzled him again, draping a wing over his back.

“Stunt flying sounds pretty cool,” he commented, warmth from her wing seeping into him. “I’ll have to watch ya do it sometime soon.”

She purred, her hand grasping his crotch.

Connor blushed, pushing her talon away. “Whoa there!” He coughed into his hand, not wanting to offend her considering what she could do with her beak and talons. “I uh, don’t think I’m up for that right now. We knocked the crap out of each other pretty hard.”

“It’ll be fine,” Gilda dismissed, putting her talon on his leg and rubbing it. She leaned in and nipped his ear. “Don’cha wanna claim your mate, doofus?” A purr escaped her throat, and she pulled herself into his lap.

Connor adjusted himself, her eyes boring into his. “I’m gonna be honest, this is a little… strange for me. We don’t have griffons back home so you’re unlike any girl I’ve ever been with.”

“Good, means I’m better than all those dorks you’ve been with before.”

Connor chuckled. “You definitely hit harder than any of my past girlfriends.” He let one of his hands rest on her arm. “But it also means I’ve never been with a girl that’s covered in feathers and fur. Not to mention the beak.”

Gilda licked his lips, giving his balls a squeeze.

He winced slightly. “Careful with those, I’m still recovering from the rough treatment you gave them earlier.” He moved his other hand up, placing it between her wings.

“Mmm... You can take it,” she countered, reaching up and tearing her shirt off.

Connor couldn’t help but stare as her sizeable breasts bounced once freed from the confines of her shirt. There was a white tuft of soft looking feathers just above them. Giving it some thought, she had to have at least DDD cups.

“Wow, you certainly aren’t lacking curves,” he commented, his hand idly rubbing her back. Despite her rough personality, she took good care of herself, her coat soft to the touch.

“Nerds can’t handle my awesome tits,” Gilda replied, hefting her breasts up.

“Trying to jab at my ego?” He asked, moving his hand over to the base of one of her wings and pinching it between his fingers. “Or is that a dare?”

Gilda moaned, her wings starting to stiffen. He took that as a good sign, moving his other hand to her wing and massaging the feathery appendages. Gilda let out coos of pleasure, leaning back into his touch.

“Oh yeah... right there...” she moaned, her wings pomfing out.

“Think I’ll be able to handle you?” he asked with a smirk, rubbing and squeezing her flight muscles.

“I dunno, do you think so?” she countered, rubbing him through his pants.

“There’s only one way to find out,” he said, squeezing the bases of her wings. He then moved one of his hands down and slid it under her shorts to squeeze her ass. “Girl, you got a fat ass.”

“I don’t think you’re complaining.” Gilda flashed him a smirk and gave him another squeeze through his shorts.

“No, no I’m not.” He grabbed the hem of her shorts, sliding them down her legs. She lifted herself up slightly, flicking her shorts down to a paw before kicking them off.

She moved back, letting him get a good look at her. “Your turn to take it all off.” She gave him a wink.

He nodded, quickly disrobing. Her eyes roved over him, lingering on his muscles before settling on his crotch.

“I think I can work with this.” She wrapped a talon around his dick, slowly stroking it. Connor grunted, his length coming to full mast under her touch. “Even if it is weird.”

Connor chuckled and gave her ass a smack. “We’re both weird to each other. You’re not thinking of backing out, are you?”

Gilda trilled, running her talons along his length. “What do you think?”

He smirked, moving his hand down to brush a finger along her slit. He noted that her fur parted around her groin, leaving it bare under his touch. “I think we’ve spent enough time teasing each other and taking jabs at our egos.”

“Just put it in already.”

He moved his hand from her back and gripped his length. He then moved her so that her slit lined up with him. Then, a wicked idea crossed his mind. He moved his hand from her ass to her tail and gave it a tug to impale her on his dick.

Gilda slid down, a low moan escaping her beak. She arched her back, gripping her bed in her talons. Connor took a moment to let them both adjust. Gilda felt different than what he was used to. It was hard to put into words, but it was like she had more muscles than a human. She winked at him, starting to move up and down.

He grunted, feeling her inner walls grip him like a vice. He moved his hands up, squeezing her tits. Despite the fur and feathers, it didn’t take him long to adjust to the feel of them in his hands. Gilda cooed softly, leaning into his touch. Connor took hold of one of her nipples and tugged on it hard. She let out a surprised squawk and shuddered from the rough treatment.

“Mm... yeah like that...” she encouraged, clicking her beak.

Connor smirked, giving both her nipples a twist as his hips moved up to meet hers. “Oh, does the big, bad griffon like it rough?” He leaned in to nip at her neck.

Gilda laughed. “You’re just stalling. Can’t get rough enough, can you?”

Connor laughed with her. “And who’s fault is that? But I think I can try to get rougher for you.” With a grunt of effort, he stood up with Gilda in tow before pushing her down onto her back and pinning her beneath him. He then pinched her nipples and started thrusting.

“Yeah!” Gilda moaned, squeezing her eyes shut. “That's it! Like that!”

He got the message, picking up speed. He removed one of his hands from her chest to put her paws on his shoulders. He winced, pain flaring up in his side from the added weight. He ignored it the best he could, trying to focus on his thrusts.

Gilda placed her talons on his head, her tongue lolling out of her beak. She clutched his hair, giving it a tug. She tried to nip at his neck, mostly succeeding in just moaning and cooing in his ear. Her tail wrapped around his waist. He had to stifle a chuckle as the bushy tip of her tail tickled his waist. He grunted in effort, thrusting as hard as his aching body would let him.

“Come on... fill me up already,” Gilda egged on, glancing down at him.

He gave a few more thrusts, throwing his head back as her grip on his length tightened to the point it was nearly painful. He pushed fruitlessly one last time and moaned as he let himself go and came.

She came with a cry, digging her talons into his scalp. “Yes!” she cried, squeezing her eyes shut. She clamped down on him, milking as much of his seed as she could.

Connor hissed through his teeth as her talons locked his head in place. He nearly suffered from sensory overload as his brain tried to process both the pleasure and pain.

“Gloves,” he grunted out. “You’re wearing gloves next time we do this.”

“Buck up...” she replied, pulling her talons away. “You’re a good lay though...”

He wiped away blood as it tried to trickle down to his eyes. “You’re pretty good too. Even with your talons, being your mate won’t be so bad.”

“Good.” Pulling away from him, Gilda tossed his a towel. “Now you gotta fix the damn roof.”

He quickly wiped himself off and flashed her a smile. “Fine, just show me where the tools are, bird brain.”

Snickering, Gilda pushed past him, sashaying out out of the room. “Come on, Monkey.”