Caution. This chapter features Griffon sex. Which given their personalities and the fact that I can’t help but think about Klingons when I think of their society, pretty much comes down to consensual rape. Language is also a lot more foul than what I’ve been using for. If that offends you, you might want to skip those scenes, or this chapter.

If we were allowed to tag Dark and Comedy together this chapter would likely warrant it.

The wind felt wonderful against her bare hide as Rainbow Dash soared through the sky. It was so good to be able to spend an entire week without the constricting cover of clothing cutting her off from the feel of the air currents around her body. With the exception of the drag reducing special fabric of the Wonderbolts skintight costumes, which was far too expensive for a civilian to afford, she had never found an outfit that didn’t seriously hamper her air sense. Though Rarity had certain done her best to find one.

It was one of the few things that Rainbow Dash missed about living in Cloudsdale. With the exception of protective garments the pegasus spent almost their entire time in their home city skyclad. Unlike the ground pounders who seemed to go out of their way to find reasons to wear, in Rainbow’s mind, unnecessary coverings.

Being able to discard clothing for a week was one of the big upsides of flying over to Griffonstone to visit her formerly estranged friend, Gilda. For all their cranky and contrary nature, this at least the griffons got right. Clothes had no place on a flying species that needed to feel the wind against their hide to truly get the best performance possible. You didn’t fly with just your eyes. You flew with your feathers and your skin.

Still, Rainbow Dash was feeling uncharacteristically nervous as she flew toward Griffonstone. For all her talk back in Ponyville about how she was going to have a great visit with Gilda now that things were patched up, more or less, between them, she wasn’t nearly as confident as she let on.

On Rainbow’s last visit to Griffonstone, Gilda seemed to have moderated her behavior, but there was still flashes of the old Gilda, and Rainbow was really worried that without Pinkie Pie to supply a buffer she wouldn’t be able to keep her temper in check. The last thing she wanted to do was get into a squabble with Gilda and ruin their tentative reconciliation. She just had to keep telling herself that while Gilda was a real asshole of a pony, compared to most of the griffons who lived in Griffinstone she was darn near a saint.

When Rainbow had mentioned this to Twilight her friend had nodded and said, “well, you know what they say, it’s all relative.” Rainbow could tell from Twilight’s expression that her friend had made a joke, but she didn’t get it. As far as she knew griffons and pony weren’t related. But, not wanting to sit through a two hour lecture on why the joke was so funny she’d let sleeping nerds lie.

What Rainbow needed was a topic that they could discuss without getting into a big fight. A discussion on Rainbow’s awesome flying ability and her latest stunts, her favorite topic, was out. Gilda had a huge ego and never had been able to admit that Rainbow was the better flier. She’d always treated any defeat as a reason to harp on how impractical extreme flying stunts were. In her mind anything that didn’t end up with a meal clutched in your claws was a waste of energy put to better use.

Gag.

Rainbow cast her mind back to when she and Gilda had been inseparable best friends in search of safe topics. She was ashamed to realize how much time she and Gilda had spent trash talking other ponies. Sure, she and Gilda had been square pegs, and the ponies they had trashed in their conversations had been, mostly, the ones who went out of their way to hurl insults toward the two friends. At least they’d been spared the bullying Fluttershy had endured. Not even the most arrogant stuck up hoof-ball jock had the nerve to get physical with Gilda. And, of course, she herself was far too cool to even notice their lame attempts at bullying.

The multi-hued pegasus gave herself a good two-handed face slap. “Come on, Rainbow. Think. What can we talk about that won’t blow up into a huge argument?”

For a fraction of a second Rainbow thought about introducing Gilda to the Daring Do books. The latest was a real humdinger. Daring Do had to cope with an evil male twin from a hell dimension when she unearthed an ancient cursed mirror. Surely Gilda would find it as thrilling as Rainbow had? A moment later her imagination supplied her with an idea of how that would end.

Gilda lay in the hospital bed, tubes from a half-dozen bags hooked up to her aged wrinkled body. Her breath came in painful wheezes as if each breath might be her last. “Hey, Gilda,” a soft voice called from the doorway. Painfully she rolled her head on her pillow and blinked rheumy eyes at the door to her hospital room. “Rainbow Dash? Is that you?” she says laboriously, interrupting herself with several coughs.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Rainbow replies as she walks into the room. She’s wearing a flight jacket that looks like it’s made of more medals than fabric and there is a tiny touch of grey at the base of her mane. A few characters wrinkles lend her face a mature appearance.

“You’re late,” Gilda gasps.

“Yeah. About that. Sorry. Some young punk broke my distance speed record, so I had to strap on the old uniform and break his new record. Made me run a bit late. How about you? Feeling better?”

“Not so good,” Gilda coughed. “But I got one thing going for me.”

“That’s the spirit. What is it?”

“At least I’m not a nerd,” Gilda said, breaking into a gasping laugh that shook her entire body. A moment later, she went rigid, and her head fell back on the pillow. The life left her body, but her face bore a look of smug satisfaction at getting in one last shot.”

Rainbow Dash gave a little shudder. “Yeah, Not going to bring up reading for fun.”

After a few more minutes of slow cruising, Rainbow’s rather glum expression turned cheerful. “Of course,” she chortled. “Colts. We always had lots of fun poking fun at those mushy saps who were trying to get up the nerve to talk to the cool girls.” Rainbow let out a little laugh. It was hilarious to see them clutching a bouquet of flowers while at the same time sporting major wood between their legs. Did they really think the filly couldn’t figure out what they were really after when they asked if they’d maybe like to take a little flight and see this really cool cloud they’d spotted a little while ago.

Rainbow chuckled some more and said out loud, “I could have made some major bits if Gilda had been willing to wager on them actually getting the filly to take that flight with them. And no matter what she said back then, I’m sure griffon males are just as dweepy when they’re drooling over some fine hen’s plot.”

Rainbow’s grin broadened as she remembered how Gilda had always talked up the males of her species. There had been no male griffons their age in Cloudsdale so it wasn’t like she’d have had any way to know for a fact they were that awesome, or could have proved it. Rainbow bet now that Gilda was living in Griffonstone she had discovered that griffon tercels were just as lame as the colts and stallion’s back in Cloudsdale and Ponyville. It would be so much fun rubbing Gilda’s face in that fact. And once she’d really rubbed it in, she’d casually drop a comment into the conversation about spotting Big McIntosh jerking off in the apple orchard, and how well hung that stallion was. If he ever fucked Gilda there would be feathers and fur flying everywhere, cause she’d bloody well explode from having something that big shoved up her vent.

No need to mention Mac could barely look a mare in the face when he talked to them.

Rainbow would also keep the fact that she’d spied Applejack peeking at her own brother jerking off to herself. That was the sort of information you kept close to your chest. Who knew when she might need it to score major points on Applejack? Rainbow didn’t feel any guilt over the fact she’d peeked at her friend in a compromising moment, or was prepared to use what she’d seen to score points. As far as Dash was concerned Applejack should have known better than to do something under the open sky she wanted to keep a secret.

It always surprised Rainbow Dash how oblivious the ground pounders were to the fact that there were all sorts of eyes in the sky. She herself had seen some pretty hot encounters, and some that made her want to wash her eyes out with bleach. Such as Discord and Fluttershy doing the nasty in a forest clearing.

Rainbow Dash’s face lit up and her wings beat harder as she spotted Griffonstone in the distance. From this height that meant she was only about an hour out, unless she pushed it, and she always pushed it. Setting twenty minutes as her goal, Rainbow Dash let her body stretch out and reveled as the air stroked her body with her increased speed. Forget colts, this was the only thing a real pegasus needed caressing her body.

Rainbow was only ten minutes out of Griffonstone when she heard a familiar screech from above her. She flared her wings and coasted to a stop as she searched the cloud cover overhead. Her eyes darted from scattered cloud to scattered cloud looking for the one Gilda was about to come diving out of. To her surprise when Rainbow did spot Gilda she wasn’t in a power dive toward her, but was instead dashing from one cloud to the next. The reason became obvious a moment later when another griffon, half again as large as Gilda popped into view. Despite the distance pegasus eyesight allowed Rainbow to tell it was a tercel.

The fully erect cock between his legs made the identification rather easier than might normally have been the case.

Rainbow Dash didn’t hesitate. From the furious way Gilda’s wings had been beating it was clear the hen was trying desperately to escape the attention of the unknown tercel. And seeing as how his very large erection made his intentions clear it was easy to see why. Rainbow would be sure to tease Gilda about this later, but for now her friend needed rescuing. Rainbow narrowed her eyes and tried to put herself in Gilda’s place. Given the probable wind currents which way would she go? Gilda would want to keep inside the clouds as much as possible while trying to break for the safety of Griffonstone.

Or at least Rainbow hoped Gilda’s home town was safe. Given the attitude of most of the residents there it wouldn’t surprise her if one of them decided to sell tickets to Gilda’s rape, or to line up for a turn themselves.

What she needed, Rainbow Dash decided, was height. She needed to get up above the cloud cover. Looking down would make it easier to spot the disturbances in the clouds caused by the passage of the large griffons. It would also position her perfectly to power dive the bastard while his focus was on Gilda’s plot and what he wanted to do to it.

With Rainbow Dash thought and action were one.

Well. Sometimes. Okay, maybe action lead thought by a wide margin most time.

Beating her wings furiously, Rainbow arrowed upward toward the cloud Gilda had vanished into. There was a slight resistance as she hit the cloud and she frowned. While the griffons had nowhere near the same level of magic as a pegasus, they could stiffen clouds perfectly fine. She was pretty sure that what she had just flown through was an attempt by the tercel to snare Gilda, or at least slow her down. That spelled premeditation in her book, because he would have needed to have set that up ahead of time. This was not a spur of the moment thing, but a planned ambush. The fact that it only dragged on her lightly showed that Gilda had managed to soften the clouds and escape. But the resistance would still have slowed Gilda down allowing her attacker to close the distance.

Still, there was no question in Rainbow Dash’s mind as to how this was going to end. She was going to save Gilda’s plot, with any luck at the last second, leaving the griffon in her debt. Not that she’d demand much in repayment. Hero’s didn’t do it for the reward. Just a nice heartfelt thank you would do the trick.

Rainbow tingled with glee. Gilda would be so pissed.

By the time Rainbow burst out of the top of the cloud she had gotten a good feel for the wind currents and knew exactly where Gilda would be heading. She spun around and prepared to dive into the canyon between the cloud below her and the one just to the right. A moment later Gilda’s screech echoed up from the left. Rainbow spun in place just in time to spot the tail of the tercel chasing Gilda vanishing into the cloud there.

“What the hay? Has Gilda fucking lost it? There is no way she’s going to escape him flying that pattern...unless. Yes!” Rainbow cheered as Gilda arched upward out of the cloud and then rolled over backward so she could dive right back into it. Right at the spot where the tercel had vanished moments before. The chaser had become the chased. Rainbow felt immense satisfaction when she heard a masculine cry of outrage. That was more like the Gilda Rainbow knew. She didn’t take shit from nopony.

Then, to Rainbow’s total shock, Gilda popped right back out, and instead of flying into the nearest cloud bank seeking cover she settled down on a small outcropping of a massive cloud and waited in plain sight. What the hay was she doing? It was all well and good to score a hit on a brute like that, but to actually face him head on?

Rainbow wanted to scream at Gilda for being such an idiot. Maybe she could get away with a stunt like that. After all she had tons of experience going up against monsters a dozen times her size. Gilda was just a regular everyday griffon, whereas Rainbow was, well, awesome. Squared.

The large male griffon burst out of the cloud, fire in his eyes and three bleeding scratches on his flank. “You slut! You’re not going to be able to walk, or fly, for a week when I get done fucking the Tartarus out of you.”

“Big talk from a dweeb who can’t spot an obvious ambush,” Gilda retorted. She turned in place and bent over with her legs spread. She lifted her tail and slapped her ass derisively. “If you want a taste of this you’re going to have to step it up a bit, or go hunt up some slow sheep. They’re about your speed.”

Rainbow fell out of the air. Not that dramatic, the edge of the nearest cloud was only a couple of feet under her.

Pegasi had good eyes. Maybe not as good the eagle eyes griffons possessed. But more than good enough for Rainbow Dash, despite being nearly two-hundred feet higher and a hundred feet to the side, to see that Gilda’s slit was swollen and red. In fact the entire area surrounding her pussy was soaked from her secretions. And now that she had seen that, Rainbow also noticed that the expression on Gilda’s face was far from her usual grumpy or snide expression. Well, maybe there was a little snide mixed in. But mostly Gilda looked flustered and excited, an expression Rainbow had never expected to see on her too-cool-for-school friend’s face.

Rainbow blushed, and started to withdraw as she realized she’d totally misunderstood what she was seeing. But her curiosity won out over her ethics; not that it had much of a battle. Rainbow’s attitude had always been that if a pony didn’t want other ponies to see them getting up to naughty stuff they should darn well keep their plots out of sight while they were doing it. Plus, this was something special. Gilda had talked a lot of smack about how forceful griffon tercels were, unlike dweeby pony stallions. This was Rainbow’s chance to see if that was true. Part of her wanted Gilda to have been lying, but another part was hoping she hadn’t been. She felt tension in her belly and a slight tremble in her chest from the anticipation of possibly seeing something awesome.

While Rainbow had been wrestling her wimpy morality down and shoving its face into the dirt, the griffon tercel had not been idle. His blood was up, not just from lust, but from the urge to pay back Gilda for raking his flank with her sharp claws. “You think I’m some lame-ass pony you can play your games with, cunt? Let’s see how funny you think it is when I shove my cock up your tailpipe.”

While Rainbow hadn’t needed much motivation, that remark made her direct her gaze toward the erection the griffon was sporting. While it not as big as the monster she’d seen Big Mac sporting, it was still pretty darn daunting. And the barbs around the tip only drove home the idea that a mare would really know she been seriously fucked if it was shoved up her.

With a shrill battle cry the tercel lunged upward toward Gilda. Instead of fleeing, or taking a defensive position, Gilda simply waited till the last minute and dove over him and then down into the cloud she’d been standing on. He whirled his body around and followed but she’d gained a good second on him. Long enough to vanish into the mists. He dove after her, and Gilda popped out of the cloud right where she’d been standing before. Brandishing her claws, and with a wicked grin on her beaked face, she dove after her pursuer.

“No, you idiot. You never pull the same stunt twice in a row,” Rainbow groaned in disbelief. It took some real effort not to scream the words at Gilda, or to go diving down to give her a slap upside the head.

Seconds later Rainbow’s fears were confirmed. The cloud boiled at the point Gilda had entered and a moment later she came flying out, propelled by the male who’d been chasing her. The griffon tercel’s front arms were wrapped around her legs. The impact had been so hard that Gilda had been folded in half over his shoulder, and from the way her beak was open as she struggled for air it looked like he’d knocked the wind right out of her. Rainbow winced. She’d done that to herself a few times while doing high-speed ground-hugging flying. She’d been all but paralyzed for a few minutes before she’d managed to catch her breath.

Frustrated annoyance wrestled with excitement in Rainbow’s mind. Part of her could not help critiquing Gilda’s performance and finding it pathetic for someone who was once her steady wing griffon. Spending all that time flying with Rainbow should have made Gilda impossible to catch by somepony as clumsy as that big lunk of a tercel. On the other hoof, Rainbow was about to get a first hand look at a pair of griffons in hot and heavy action. Her breath was already coming quicker and the ball of anticipatory tension in her belly was becoming distinctly uncomfortable. Without any conscious thought on her part she broke loose the section of cloud she was laying on and started floating it after the two griffons. To better camouflage herself and get up nice and close she sank down into the fluffy cloud till it covered everything but her eyes which peeked out of the front. In her hurry she was a bit careless and didn’t sink quite far enough. The very tip of her mane stuck up like a teeny-tiny multi-colored shark’s fin from the top of the cloud.

The griffon tercel didn’t lug Gilda any further than he had to. As soon as he reached a nice fluffy section of cloud, he heaved Gilda off of his shoulder and down onto the spongy surface. Either Gilda’s magic automatically firmed the mist, or he did it himself. Whatever the case she bounced instead of simply falling through the cloud.

“Where’s that smart mouth now, cunt?” the tercel yelled as he yanked Gilda up onto her knees by her crest so she was kneeling in front of him. His stiff erection battered against the side of her face leaving a visible smear of pre-cum on her downy facial feathers.

“Close enough to bite your dick off if you don’t get it out of my face, Slasher,” Gilda gasped out.

“Oooh, scary. But if you do that Gilda, I won’t be able to stuff it up your twat. And you wouldn’t like that would you, cunt?” He shifted his hip so the tip of his drooling cock slipped across her cheek. “Tell you what. Suck me off, and I’ll think about plowing your furrow and soothing that itch for dick you’re suffering from.”

Dang, this guy has balls the size of watermelons,” Rainbow thought to herself. She’d once seen Gilda bite through a baseball bat. If she had a dick the last place in the world she’d want it was anywhere near that meat cleaver of a beak Gilda had sticking out of her face.

“You don’t got the balls, Slasher,” Gilda said as she tried to wrench herself free from his grip without snatching herself bald. “Try it and you’ll find out just how little I care if you keep your stinking prick.”

“Too bad. You’d have been a hot fuck.” Slasher released his hold on Gilda’s crest and stepped back from her.

Gilda’s angry expression shifted to surprise, and then what looked a lot like desperation. “Wait,” Gilda blurted out, and instantly looked like she regretted it. The griffin hen curled her front claws into fists, her grip so tight that her talons drew blood. Looking thoroughly ashamed of herself she tilted her head back and opened up her beak as wide as it would go.

“Bad move, Gilda. Letting him know you want him that bad. Never give your opponent an opening like that,” Rainbow Dash muttered to herself, and then grinned as she realized she’d made a pun. Rainbow’s grin became a smirk. Looking at the scene in front of her, Rainbow couldn’t help but notice that Gilda looked for all the world like a gigantic fledgling begging for food. An analogy not that far off considering the ‘worm’ Slasher wanted to feed her. Though maybe snake might be a more accurate given the size and thickness of the dick he was sporting.

“I knew you were a cock-hungry slut,” Slasher snorted in derision.

“Oooh, worse move, buddy,” Rainbow commented quietly as she saw an angry, and very familiar glint, in Gilda’s eyes that told Rainbow Slasher had pushed too much. Someone was about to get a hurting real bad.

Slasher reached out and clamped his front claws around Gilda’s head. “Still, no point in taking any chances.” Gilda let out a gargled squawk. She tried to pull her head away from Slasher’s grip but he held her firm. Despite her obvious anger at him, her beak remained wide open, and Rainbow spotted something glinting in the back corner of it. Slasher had clearly slipped something into the hinge point that prevented Gilda from closing her beak. More importantly, as far as the tercel was concerned, it removed the slightest chance she’d bite Slasher.

But Gilda was not out of options. She raked at Slasher with her front claws. He was clearly expecting this because he caught her wrists before her razor sharp talons could tear into his thighs. He twisted his own arms and used his superior weight and leverage to force Gilda’s face down onto the cloud. This time Rainbow saw him slip a leather wristband off, revealing it was actually a short coil of braided rope. With a few expert moves he lashed Gilda’s forearms together behind her back, drawing a strangled cry of distress from her as he forced her wrists well up her back just under her wings. Rainbow frowned as she realized that not only had he immobilized Gilda’s arms, and front talons, but she’d find it impossible to get any range of movement out of her wings with her arms pulled up that high. This Slasher guy was starting to look a heck of a lot more practiced than his earlier clumsy pursuit of Gilda had led Rainbow to believe.

Gilda looked as mad as the last time Pinkie pranked her. The only thing that kept Rainbow from dashing to the rescue was that despite her obvious rage she was making no attempt to bring her well-clawed hind paws into action. It would have been easy for her to gut Slasher, or at least de-ball him despite her current bondage. There was also the fact that her long lion tail was curled up behind her back exposing her wet and swollen twat. Despite the distance Rainbow was also pretty sure that it was Gilda’s musk she was smelling on the breeze blowing into her face.

Lastly, there was the memory of all the boasts Gilda had made about griffon tercels not engaging in the sort of mushy romantic crap pony stallions got up to. If they wanted a hen, the only bush they beat around was hers. Rainbow had never bought into that line of bull. Till now. Clearly Gilda had, for once, not been blowing smoke out her ass.

It was also possible that Rainbow’s own intense desire to see events taken to their ‘climax’ might have been influencing her thought processes. As Rainbow watched Slasher grabbed hold of Gilda’s crest and wrenched her up till she was once again kneeling in front of him with her head tilted so far back it must have been a strain even for someone with a neck as flexible as a griffon. Trembling with excitement Dash slipped her hand down between the cloud and her belly and found her own wet and warm sex. Her fingers began to idly stroke her cunt as she watched Slasher take hold of his erection and position himself so his groin was directly over Gilda’s upturned beak.

“Balless bastard,” Gilda gargled through her wide-opened beak.

“Oh, I got balls, slut. And they have a belly busting load of cum for you inside them,” Slash retorted. He bent his legs and threaded his cock between the lethal edges of Gilda’s restrained beak. The insults from her died as he forced the tip into her throat. That left what had to be nearly a foot of thick shaft still to go. Holding Gilda’s head steady between his claws Slash flexed his legs, bobbing up and down as he slid more and more of his dick in and out of Gilda’s throat.

Slowly, taking his time and savoring his conquest, Slash pressed deeper and deeper into Gilda’s mouth. Rainbow’s fingers stroked her sex furiously as she saw Gilda’s throat develop a visible bulge even as gagging noises escaped from around Slash’s prick. The effect was magnified by the way Gilda’s fine neck feathers fluffed outward from the internal disturbance, giving the impression that the object in her throat was even larger than it was.

Despite the distortion to Gilda’s neck, Rainbow didn’t fear for her friend’s health. The griffon hen had once totally freaked out Rainbow by swallowing an entire rabbit, whole, in front of her. Not a teeny tiny fluff ball like Fluttershy’s pet, but a full blown wild rabbit. Thankfully it had been deceased, but even so, yuk! The bulge that had slid down her throat at that time put to shame the one Slasher’s dick was currently making. On the other hand the bunny had only been going one way, Slasher’s prick was moving in and out, dragging the barbs around the tip of his dick against Gilda’s inner throat as he pulled back. But, just as had happened with the bunny, Dash found it impossible to turn her eyes away from the sight in front of her. It was horrifyingly awesome.

Some part of Gilda must have felt the same way because Rainbow could see her thighs clenching and un-clenching. Seeing as how Rainbow’s butt and thighs were doing the exact same thing, it was easy to assume Gilda, like her, was trying to get herself off. Unfortunately for her, unlike Rainbow, Gilda didn’t have her hands free. Dash rubbed her fingers back and forth between her swollen labia as she watched Slasher finish sinking his thick long cock all the way down Gilda’s throat. It was wrong Rainbow knew, but the sight of Gilda choking on Slasher’s dick added an extra little tingle between her legs. Her fingers curled into her cunt as his balls came to rest on Gilda’s lower beak, his heavy testicles far too big to be contained by it. His sack spilled out on either side of Gilda’s beak. His balls might not have been as big as the metaphorical ones Rainbow had attributed him with, but they were still plenty big.

Gilda began to make strangled choking sounds due to the fact that Slasher had spent several seconds letting his dick soak inside her gizzard. She never had been very good at holding her breath. The burly tercel slowly straightened his leg and pulled his glistening shaft up and out of Gilda’s stretched out throat. Rainbow watched raptly as the bulge in Gilda’s neck slowly moved upward until the tip of Slasher’s barbed cock was resting just inside her wide spread beak.

“You’re not very good at this, slut,” Slasher taunted Gilda. “But that’s okay. There ain’t no such thing as a bad blow job, and I’m enough of a lion to make up for your clumsy efforts.”

With her throat temporally clear, Gilda managed a gargled, “Fuck you,” before Slasher silenced her by bending his legs and sliding his cock back down into her throat.

Slasher started thrusting in and out of Gilda face rapidly. Despite his grip on her head her upper body was rocked back and forth from the force of his face-fucking. Her breasts bounced in all directions as her torso jerked up and down and back and forth.

Rainbow Dash’s fingers blurred as she buffed her pussy. When Slasher gave a gasp and clenched his hindquarters tightly together as he filled Gilda’s belly with his seed, Rainbow thrust her forefinger deep inside her own virgin cleft. She bit down on the stiffened cloud material below her face in order to muffle her involuntary nicker of release.

“That’s a good slut. Drink down every drop,” Slasher ordered Gilda in a rather strained voice as her throat convulsed around his dick. Her muscles, obeying hard-wired instincts were doing their best to swallow down the large object inside neck. After what seemed like forever his cock gave one last pulse, firing one last spurt of semen into Gilda’s craw. Only then did he slowly draw his cock out of Gilda’s well-stretched throat savoring every twitch of her inner muscles as she gulped and gasped around his meat. His dick was slimed not just with Gilda’s spit this time, but with a heavy coating of his own jism that the hen had not been able to swallow fast enough and as a result had backed up around his shaft. As he pulled out of her it was scrapped off by the edges of her beak and spilled down the side of her face, running down her cheeks and dripping off onto her heaving breasts.

Slasher stepped back, releasing Gilda from his grasp. As he did, he pulled whatever device he had used to lock her beak in place away. Rainbow Dash still couldn’t get a good look at it as Slasher tucked the object into his crest.

Without Slasher’s support Gilda tipped forward onto the cloud, her heavy sperm covered breasts flattening against it as she retched and spit up a good pint of baby batter which pooled under her face. Somepony was going to be in for a very strange rainstorm sometime in the future.

“Damn, that is so fucking hot,” Rainbow Dash muttered as she twisted three fingers inside her own twat. Gilda was a total mess, hot, sweaty, and covered in jism. Rainbow had always thought sex, like romance, was all cutesy-wootsy mush, and had never understood why colts, and more than a few mares, were so hung up on doing it every chance they got. She’d peeked at more than a few ponies doing it, and while it could get a bit steamy, it had been frankly a bit boring to watch. She’d figured it wasn’t worth the effort of putting up with some dweeb of a stallion long enough to ‘do’ it. She’d never known it could be so fucking raw. This sort of sex was every bit as extreme as wrestling a manticore or chimera. Why hadn’t anyone ever told her sex could be so cool? More to the point, where could she get some of it? She found herself feeling more than a little jealous of Gilda being a griffon. Sure, Rainbow was an awesome pony, but she’d have been an even more awesome griffon, and if all the tercels were as extreme as Slasher giving up the few things she liked about being a pony would be so worth it. Maybe she should have another try at talking Twilight into transforming her into a griffon? She could say it was some sort of cultural swapping stuff. So she could understand Gilda better by flying a mile with her wings. Twilight ate up that sort of crap.

Rainbow’s musing was interrupted by Slasher drawing a deep breath and standing up straight. Rainbow was a bit shocked to see that while his prick had softened slightly, it was still pretty upstanding. From her experience, third hand only, Stallions usually rolled over and took a nap after emptying their balls. Clearly this was yet another reason why griffons were superior to ponies. Well, male ponies. Female ponies were still better than griffons. Well some female ponies. Twilight was cool, but a nerd, and Applejack was stuck in the mud. Fluttershy was too shy, and Rarity was afraid of getting her hooves dirty. Pinkie was just plain crazy. The other princesses really didn’t count. So, it looked like it was just her that was the most awesome. As usual.

Slasher moved around behind Gilda and stared down between her splayed out hind legs. “Not a bad start, cunt. Hope it got you ready for the main event, because the old Slasher is going to do his best to split you in two,” Slasher said in a gloating tone as he worked his hand up and down his semi-flaccid slime covered prick.

“Pathetic. I’ve swallowed mice... bigger than your prick,” Gilda snarled. Her retort spoiled somewhat because she had to stop in the middle to cough up another load of sperm that had gone down the wrong way.

“Well, I guess the old Slasher is just going to have to try harder,” he snarled back at her. He dropped to his knees between her legs and grabbed hold of her tail. He twisted her tail around his hand and used it to yank her middle up off the cloud.

“What the fuck you think you’re doing? That ain’t a handle dip-shit,” Gilda squalled in outrage.

“It’ll do till something better comes along, slut,” Slasher said as he used his free hand to steer his hardening cock toward her drooling cunt.

“Fuck you, you bastard,” Gilda snarled. She twisted her upper body and threw her hips to the side, causing Slasher’s cock to miss its target, and him to almost fall forward onto her body as her tail yanked at him. “A real tercel wouldn’t have needed to tie my arms.”

“Yeah, I could have beat you black and blue, till you surrendered, but my balls were aching too bad to bother. Your own fault. You’re the stupid slut who slapped me in the face with your tail back in Griffonstone. If you didn’t want to get fucked you should have stayed there nice and safe instead of starting a game of tag. You knew it would end up with my prick inside you, so don’t go whining like some pathetic pony because it didn’t go the way you thought it would. You’re lucky I even bothered. Word around town is that you’re weak and soft from hanging out with ponies so much. Guess it’s true. A real hen wouldn’t be bitching like a little fledgling cause somegriffon didn’t give her the right type of candy.”

“I ain’t soft. And I ain’t weak. I can take anything you can dish out. Go ahead, get your pathetic little rocks off, then I’ll go see if I can find a real tercel to scratch the itch you couldn’t even reach.”

“Cunt,” Slasher cursed. He took a firmer grip on Gilda’s tail and nearly pulled it out by the roots as he hauled her ass up into the air. At the same time he leaned forward and pressed his other hand against her bound wrists, pinning her upper torso against the clouds. From this position he couldn’t see to guide his prick into her snatch so he jerked his hips back and forth in a frantic attempt to thread the needle.

Rainbow Dash had shifted the orientation of her cloud so she had an excellent view of the action. For an earth pony or a unicorn not much would have been visible at this distance, but by focusing her eyes for distance she might as well have had her nose pressed into Gilda’s snatch. She could see every detail of Slasher’s attempt to find the hen’s slot.

Each time Slasher tried to ram himself home in Gilda’s snatch, Rainbow found herself jerking her body this way and that, as if she could influence his thrust with body language. She got so involved that she actually let out a cheer when he finally hit dead on, and shoved half his length into Gilda’s sheath. Fortunately for her, not so much for Gilda, the griffon hen’s shrill cry of surprise and discomfort drowned out her inadvertent vocalization.

“Ah, crap, fuck, you are one tight little slut,” Slasher groaned as he leaned in, pressing deeper into Gilda through pure pressure. “Guess all those little pony dicks didn’t do much of a job of stretching you out.”

“What? Did you finally manage to find your way?” Gilda asked. Rainbow could tell that her friend was doing her best to sound bored, but there was a decidedly shrill quality to her voice, and her breath was coming in rapid gasps. Her beak was gaping open slightly and a stream of drool and sperm was trickling out of it.

“Give it a rest, cunt. I ain’t deaf. I heard you squeal like a stuck pony.”

“So your ears don’t work either? Ahhhhhh,” Gilda’s derogatory remark got cut off as Slasher fell forward on top of her body and slammed almost his entire length up her narrow channel.

From behind the rutting pair Rainbow had a perfect view of Gilda’s slit being distended out of all proportion by Slasher’s thick shaft. Her hand once again found its way between her legs and she stroked herself as she watched Gilda and Slasher’s asses clenching and un-clenching as he twisted his dick inside her. It didn’t take him very long to grow confident enough in his position to start pumping himself in and out of Gilda’s overstuffed cunt using his full length, however.

Rainbow watched in awe as Slasher’s full length pulled out of Gilda, her inner pink flesh clinging to his shaft and only reluctantly surrendering its grip on him. Her twat bulged outward as the barbed head of his cock pulled on her flesh, and then he slammed back into her with a loud grunt of effort. His large balls slapped against her wet flesh and Gilda let out a loud “Uhhhh!” as the breath was driven from her body by the sudden shock. He repeated the movement, his motions becoming faster and faster as he shuttled his slimy cock in and out of Gilda’s overflowing cunt.

“How it feel, cunt? How’s it feel to have Slasher’s big cock pumping you like the slut you are? Bet you ain’t never had anything like him between your legs. Those pony stallion’s don’t know how to handle a hot hen like you.”

“Huhhh, uhhhh, ghuu, I’ve had bigger, and harder, and faster,” Gilda gasped.

“Really?” Rainbow muttered, her eyes wide, trying to imagine what that might have looked like, and where she could get her some of that.

Goaded on by Gilda, Slasher re-doubled his efforts, his cock and balls a blur as he slammed in and out of Gilda with all his might. “You lying cunt. No one is bigger or faster than the Slasher. Especially not some stupid pony.”

Rainbow was more than a little bit offended by Slasher’s constant trash talking ponies, even if she happened to agree that almost all pony stallions were lame. But watching him grudge fuck the hell out of Gilda she had to wonder if Gilda really had done it with a pony, and if she had, did that mean it might be possible for Rainbow to be on the receiving end of an awesome fuck like Gilda was getting right now from a tercel? Of course, it might be a bit hard to arrange. Seemed the first thing you needed for a session like this was for the tercel to catch you. And that wasn’t ever going to happen. Slasher might be awesome at fucking, but he was lame when it came to flying.

It would be just Rainbow’s luck that finding a pony who was fast as lighting, and a total stud, would be impossible. Her fingers slipped between her legs and she tried to picture the perfect stallion in her mind. One who could give her a fuck as awesome as the one in front of her. She couldn’t picture anypony she knew qualifying, so her imagination did its best to throw up a stand-in. He’d have to have awesome wings. That went without saying. But he’d have to have a personality that would let him treat a mare like Slasher was treating Gilda. That was a tough one. No real life pony was that ruthless. But maybe... one of Daring Do’s foes would supply a model. Slowly in her mind Rainbow began to construct a shadow winged figure, the ideal model of her perfect stallion.

A sudden choked gasp from Gilda drew Rainbow’s attention back to the pair of fucking griffons. Gilda was thrashing under Slasher while giving out loud, if inarticulate, exclamations of joy. Her hind claws dug into the cloud under her and her ass shook as she thrust her hips back to match Slasher’s thrusts.

“Hell. You’re going to squeeze it off,” Slasher groaned. His movements became erratic and he ground his entire body against Gilda, pressing her down into the spongy cloud stuff. With a gasp he arched his back and shoved forward till he was buried to the roots inside Gilda. His hindquarters clenched tightly and his claws dug into the cloud to give him more traction as he pushed forward trying to get even more of his shaft into the pinned hen. His balls drew up and Rainbow could see the underside of his prick pulsing as he unloaded another load of sperm into Gilda, this time into the proper receptacle.

Slasher sort of collapsed on top of Gilda, his breath coming in loud wheezing. Well this didn’t impress Rainbow a whole lot. Sucky stamina, though she had to admit that at least he hadn’t left anything in the tank, literally. From the amount of spunk seeping out from around his dick his balls had to be dry.

Gilda’s breath was just as stentorian, but her ass was still pushing back at Slasher, trying to urge more effort from him. “Move your dick, or shift your lard ass!” she snapped at him after a few minutes of her efforts garnering no response from him.

“Sorry, chick. You’re just too hot a slot for my poor tired dick,” Slasher mumbled. With a groan he rolled off of Gilda, dragging his cock out of her juicy twat. For a few seconds Rainbow was sure she could see all the way to Gilda’s tonsils, so distended was her cunt. But thanks to the vitality, and elasticity, of youth, her muscles soon contracted her quim, squeezing out a large quantity of sperm in the process.

Slasher lazily reached over and with a sharp talon to undo the knot securing the bindings around Gilda’s forearms. With a groan she let her arms flop back down against her side as she rolled onto her side and spooned up against Slasher. Nuzzling against his neck feathers she asked, “So, you going to be ready for round three soon?”

“Sorry, chick. Got a tercel in Griffonstone who owes me some money. If I don’t get back soon to collect he’s likely to take an extended vacation. You know how it is?”

Gilda blinked her eyes in surprise, and with just a touch of hurt in her expression. Rainbow could understand. What sort of jerk would put bits over a chance at more awesome hardcore sex with a fine piece like Gilda?

A moment later Gilda gathered her wits and said, “Sure. I understand. Gotta watch those bits. Maybe tomorrow?”

“We’ll see how far I got to chase this guy,” Slasher said as he levered himself up onto his paws and stretched out his wings and upper torso. “Catch you on your flip-side.” And without a backward look, he dropped off the cloud and soared in the direction of Griffonstone.

“Well that sucks,” Rainbow muttered.

“Why? Because he didn’t spout a lot of gushy pony dweeb nonsense?” Gilda asked.

“No. I mean. Sure, nopony wants to have to listen to that sort of sappy talk. But he could have at least tried to go another round with...” Rainbow trailed off as she realized she was carrying on a conversation with Gilda. The person she’d been peeking on, and who was supposed to have no idea at all she was here. Oh boy. Time to beat wings, she thought in panic as she lunged up out of her thin cloud cover.

“So. Enjoy the show?” Gilda asked.

Rainbow paused in the act of fleeing for the sake of keeping all her feathers and looked over her shoulder at Gilda with a rather stunned expression on her face. Gilda was wearing an expression Rainbow had never seen there before. She looked...mellow. Rainbow slowly settled back down on her cloud, keeping a wary eye on Gilda as she did. “So. You knew I was there all along?”

“Why do you think I teased Slasher into a game of tag in this particular spot?”

“You knew I’d see you!” Rainbow exclaimed while thinking that Gilda was way more kinky than she’d ever imagined.

“I wanted you to get a first hand look at why no pony can match up to a griffon tercel. Face it, Dashy, you ain’t never going to get your world rocked half as hard as Slasher shook mine.”

“Hah. Show’s what you know. My coltfriend makes Slasher look like a bunny rabbit. If he’d been the one chasing you, you’d have dropped ballast trying to outrun him,” Rainbow impulsively blurted out before the rational part of her mind could stifle the part of her brain that made her leap before she looked. It never had a chance really.

“You have a coltfriend?” Gilda asked, incredulity dripping from every word.

This was the point where Rainbow knew she should backpedal, before things spiraled out of control, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do so. The smug look on Gilda’s face was just the harbinger of the expression she’d wear if Rainbow admitted that not only didn’t she have an awesome coltfriend, she was still a virgin. “Of course I do. And he makes Slasher look like a fillyscout. He’s totally badass,” she said, thinking of the half-formed shadowy fantasy stallion she’d imagined while watching Gilda and Slasher go at it.

“So what’s his name?”

“His name?”

“That’s what I said. He does have a name right?”

Rainbow fumed at the smug expression on Gilda’s face, and dug the hole she was in a little deeper. “Ohh! His name. Can’t tell you. Cause he’s got this super secret job. Met him while doing Element stuff. Can’t talk about that either. Super secret. You know how it is.”

“So when can I meet him? I’m going to be real busy with Slasher, of course, but I can likely tear myself away for a few days to come and meet this special coltfriend of yours.”

Rainbow Dash started to sweat as she dug deep for inspiration. “Can’t say,” she blurted out. “Cause he’s always going away on special secret missions for the princesses. Can’t even tell me where he’s going, or when he’ll get back.” She relaxed a bit and basked in the glow of her own cleverness.

“I see. And I just bet when he gets back from one of these super secret missions he’s hot for your sweet plot. Which does he prefer, pumping a load down your throat, up your cunt, or maybe he likes that tight little ass of yours?”

“My ass?” Rainbow exclaimed, clenching her plot in reaction to that idea. “Come on. Now I know you’re just messing with me. That ain’t even a thing.”

Gilda’s smug look grew. “Whatever you say, Dashy.” She ran her eyes up and down her friend’s body, pausing when she got to the spot between Dash’s legs, and the evidence there. “We’re both pretty sticky right now. What say we hunt up a nice rain-cloud and rinse each other off?”

Rainbow really wanted out of this conversation, so she agreed to Gilda’s suggestion. Still, the fact she knew Gilda was getting the last word on this, and that there wasn’t a thing she could do about it, short of hunting up a suitable awesome coltfriend, frustrated the hell out of her competitive nature.

Gilda didn’t even try to hide the rather smug expression on her face as Rainbow Dash disappeared in the distance. It had been a very enjoyable two days for her. Reconnecting with Dashy without any interruptions from the pegasus’ new friends had been welcome. They’d managed to reminisces about the good old days, and reminded each other of past stunts and pranks that had both of them laughing out loud. But, nice as that was, it was even nicer to realize that she had once again regained her status as the cool one in their relationship. For all of Dash’s boasting about her awesome, scary, fierce, coltfriend, it was clear the pegasus was blowing smoke out her ass. Dashy had never had the best poker face, and the envy she felt over Gilda having acquired such an awesome mate couldn’t have been more obvious.

The only downside of the situation was that Slasher had been out of town during the last two days. Clearly the griffon who owed him money had skipped, and Slasher was chasing him down. Not exactly an unusual occurrence in Griffonstone. If Slasher had been native to the town, instead of from a tribe that lived outside of Equestria’s borders, he would have known better than to conduct any business that did not involve cash on the barrel head.

It was too bad. She really would have liked to rub Dashy’s muzzle in his existence a little more. On the plus side, just as Dash was getting ready to leave she’d heard that he was back in town. Now that Dash was on her way, she fully intended to hunt him up and invite him to another game of tag-you’re-fucked. She felt a warm gushy feeling of anticipation at the thought of him overpowering her and having his way with her again. Maybe this time he’d have time to do it properly. She’d heard stories from other hens that if you could still walk without a hitch in your step a week afterwards the tercel hadn’t done a proper job of it.

There was a lightness in her step as she hurried down the mountain toward the town square. She’d almost given up all hope that she’d ever get a mate, and then Slasher had shown up. As an outsider he hadn’t carried the same prejudice against the fact she’d grown up in a pony town as the long-term residents of Griffonstone. Even if he had taunted her a bit about her non-existent interaction with stallions. As far as she was concerned that was just part of the foreplay. Anger added such a delightful spice to the experience of having a male between her legs for the first time.

And to think she’d almost talked herself out of swatting him across the beak with her tail in an invitation to chase her down. Her heart had almost exploded when instead of turning his back on her with a look of disgust, he had taken a swipe at her with those formidable talons of his. Then, when she’d coyly flown off, he’d chased after her. Not that she’d given him much of a challenge. The thrill of flying from him, knowing what would happen when he caught her had totally messed up her concentration. But he hadn’t even held her poor performance against her once he caught her. She knew she’d be able to perform a lot better this time, and looked forward to experiencing his full undivided attention after she’d worked him up to such a state of repressed lust that he’d take her right there in the air when he caught her, and to hell with a few scratches. They’d just goad him to even higher levels of intensity.

A sudden screech of laughter shocked Gilda out of her pleasant day-dream of being brutally raped. Her eyes narrowed to slit and a burning anger built in her belly. The sound of that laughter was all too familiar to her. It belonged to Storm Breaker, or Breaking Wind as Gilda referred to him. None of the griffons in Griffonstone had a very high opinion of Ponies. Gilda could get with that. With only a few exceptions she didn’t have much time for them either. But Breaking was in a class by himself. He hated ponies with a passion, and had been heard to publicly saying that their proper place in life was on the menu. Given how much of a coward he was, despite all his bluster, Gilda had no fear he’d ever actually sample pony in that fashion. Frankly, she was willing to bet that at some point some mare had bucked him in the balls when he’d been unwilling to take no for an answer.

Despite what some outsiders might believe, griffon hens were perfectly in their rights to say no to any lustful male. All they had to do was decline to run away when he put on an aggressive display. They could either claw his face for him, or ignore him. Either one would have him looking for another partner, and if he pushed the issue she was well within her rights to direct her lethal natural armament against his tender, and very vulnerable, wedding tackle.

It was Breaking who had started up the rumor that Gilda had spread her legs and lifted her tail for any stallion who needed to drop a load and had the bits to pay for it. His bigoted hatred and willingness to vent about it had put Gilda into the don’t-bother-with category as far as the local tercels were concerned. Either they shared Breaking’s disdain and bought into his rumor, or they didn’t want to put up with the public hassle that would accompany fucking her.

Gilda didn’t even break stride as she continued to walk toward the location the laughter was coming from. She didn’t back down or hide from anygriffon. But, the happy bubbly feeling she’d been experienced was gone. She did come to a sudden abrupt halt when she rounded the corner and saw who Breaking was laughing with.

“You are one sick puppy, Slasher. I never thought you’d nail that pony loving slut. God knows what sort of diseases she’s carrying. Still, a bet is a bet, Here’s the bit I owe you,” he flipped a single solitary bit piece through the air to Slasher who snatched it up and popped it in his carry pouch.

“Unlike you Stormy, I’m not fussy. A tight slot is a tight slot, and hers was snug as a vice. You want to lose anymore money betting on pussy I won’t tap, you just let me know.”

Neither one of the laughing tercels spotted Gilda, or noticed as she backed out of sight.

Gilda turned and headed for her home. Not to hide herself away from the laughter. She was not some cowardly little dweeb like Flutterfart. She was a griffon. And as soon as she retrieved something from her home she’d prove that to the two braying jackasses back in the town square, and to every other tercel in town.

It was only ten minutes later that Gilda hesitantly stepped into the town square and with her front claws held demurely behind her back, she hesitantly walked toward where Slasher and Breaking were still laughing together over a couple of mugs of cold cider.

She was almost all the way to the table before the two griffon tercels noticed her. To his credit Slasher looked slightly embarrassed, but Breaking’s expression showed nothing but derision. “What do you want pony-slut?” he asked with his usual vitriol.

“Well. I was thinking, Breaking.”

“Amazing. Whatever for? It’s not like you need a lot of brains to spread those furry ass cheeks of yours,” Breaking sneered.

Gilda bulled on, ignoring his comment. “You’ve never had much to do with ponies. But they’d invented many wonderful things. For instance, they invented this thing called a baseball bat,” Gilda said as she drew a long length of varnished hardwood out from behind her back.

“Wow. A piece of shiny wood. What will they think of next? And what do ponies do with this marvelous invention?”

“They hit balls with it,” Gilda said, her demure expression shifting to one of unholy glee.

Gilda walked back into her house, her steps light and relaxed. With a contented sigh she tossed the short ragged handle of her baseball bat onto her bed. It was too bad, it had been a pleasant memory of her fledgling hood. But it had died for a worthy cause. What warrior could ask for more than that?

Moving with efficiency, Gilda began to pack up the few things she did not wish to leave behind. This most recent bit of assholery had made up her mind. That and there was no way she was going to pay the fines. Maybe most ponies were dweebs, but having lived in Cloudsdale, and now Griffonstone, she was ready to try something different. Dashy seemed actually happy in dweeb central. So she was going to see what living in Ponyville for a little while was like.

Maybe if she hurried she could catch up with Dashy? It was just too bad Dashy’s bad-ass coltfriend only existed in her tiny mind. Ponies tended to herd, and if he had existed in real life he might have been worth giving a shot. He sure as hell couldn’t be any worse than that douche, Slasher. And she could think of lots of things worse than sharing a bed and a well hung stud with Dashy.

Author's Notes:

this chapter had some pretty hot and heavy violent clop. be sure to let me know if you like, or don't like this.

Like to hear from people on Applejack and Big Mac. Incest or not to incest? Part of me is really tempted, but part of me thinks it would be too much on top of everything else.

Next chapter I continue shoehorning the mane six into kink land with Fluttershy up to bat.