Author's Notes:

Chapter 1 and 5 are non-clop chapters.
Chapter 2 to 4 are clop chapters.

Just FYI. It was also a really nice collab work with thtiger. And like I said in the description with storyline of Dusk Shine Rising can be continued by any writer who wants. They just have to talk with thtiger about it for more detailed information of how Gilda and Rainbow have to get pounded!

Anyway, have fun!

Far above the valley floor of Caridoon, sitting on top of an isolated cloud that was floating a thousand feet below the permanent cloud layer, a pair of females who were tightly balled up in two tightly woven capture nets were letting their displeasure with their circumstances be known.

“You goddam fucking dweeb bastards! Get over here and let us loose or I’m going to bite your dicks off!”

‘Yeah, what she said, plus twenty percent. You losers don’t know who the hay you’re messing with. I’m going to stick my hoof so far up your ass that you’ll be tasting my last hooficure.”

“What? Seriously, Dashy? You got a hooficure? What the fuck? That is like, the definition of lame.”

“Don’t bust my chops, Gilda. We got more serious shit going on here. Or are you forgetting those two talking a lot of shit about stuffing us with all the cock we can handle.”

There was a snorting chortle and then the other said, “Oh, please. Those dweebs. They talk big, but I bet their peckers can’t measure up to it. Talk about limp dicks. Our only problem will be figuring out when they actually stick it in. Shit, one of them is a pony, and one of them is a griffon who hangs out with a pony.”

...“You hang out with a pony, Gilda.”

“...So what’s your point? I don’t got a dick that’s going to get all shrunken up from hanging with a lame dweeb of a stallion. Just look at how he’s acting. Any self-respecting griffon would have had his dick shoved up my ass the minute he had me helpless, not dancing around with his lame friend.”

“What the fuck, Gilda? Do you want them to fuck you?”

“Of course! Don’t you? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little dicking, Dashie? You won’t see a gryphoness turning up her beak at a good hard fucking. Not if some griffon has what it takes to catch her! Course, that only matters if the stupid idiots know what to do with me now that they’ve caught me! Fuck you! You, idiots! I’m a fucking griffon hen! A hen who’s waiting for a certain pair of assholes to get off the pot.” Gilda had been yelling for her whole rant but the last remark was delivered in a screech that would have broken windows if any had been present.

Garnet, a deep red Pegasus pony, laid his ears flat and hunched his shoulders at the flood of insults and profanity directed at him and his brother from two clouds over. Mostly, however, he focused on keeping his teeth firmly clamped onto his brother Gallus’ lion tail; while using his wings to circle around Gallus as the angry griffon spun in place trying to shake him loose.

Gallus had been diving in, fully intent on covering the multi-colored pegasus within seconds of having netted her, when Garnet had snagged him by the tail and dragged him away.

Garnet didn’t blame his brother for trying to gut him. His cock was aching with need as well. There was nothing he’d like better than to feed that good looking griffon hen some hard and stiff pony cock while Gallus plowed the pegasus’ furrow. Which was just what somepony wanted them to do.

That was the problem. When the two females had flown up to them he and his brother had acted out of instinct and had tossed the capture nets they carried everywhere they went at the two females. The nets designed to snag animals for the town’s griffon population worked just as well on fuckable females and had quickly enveloped the girls and constricted till they could barely twitch a feather.

It was only after the girls had been captured that Garnet’s mind caught up with his body, and he realized how much trouble they were in.

Giving up on his brother calming down anytime soon, Garnet waited till Gallus’ spinning had pointed him away from the netted females and loosed his death grip on the griffon’s tail. Gallus’ momentum carried him away from the girls and Garnet dashed forward and latched onto his brother’s back. His front limbs went around Gallus’ neck and he got him in a choke hold. Even while in the midst of this activity he worked hard to keep his eyes on the overhead cloud cover. He fully expected that somegriffon, or something, to come diving down on them from above.

While his brother went into mad gyrations in an attempt to buck him off Garnet brought his muzzle up to Gallus’ ear and hissed. “It’s a trap! You, blockhead!”

Gallus paused, and hissed back. “The fuck you say?”

“Think about it, idiot. A hen flies right up to netting range, and just hovers there while the pony with her tells us she’s looking for a friend. And neither one of them is wearing a collar. Have you ever heard of something like that?”

Gallus went still for a minute, and then said, “Shit, you’re right. Ain’t no hen in the world who’d just roll over like that. If she decided to try her luck flying around without a collar the last thing she’d do is just give it away to the first lame ass she finds. She’d make you chase her, and if you couldn’t catch her, then fuck you. She’d go find somegriffon who could.”

“Right! Normally the only reason a pair of fine females like that would be flying around without collars is that they’re looking for a pair of males with the balls to catch and claim them as personal slaves. They ain’t going to just give it up. If they were just looking for a good fucking they’d have done the same thing Cloudy and Glinda and most other females do, and sign up for general community service. So what the fuck is going on here?”

“You’re right. Someone is setting up a honey trap. Only. Why the fuck us? Those two are worth a hundred times what we’re carrying. Pretty damn expensive bait if you ask me.”

“A thousand times at least. Did you see the ass on that hen?”

“Her pony friend ain’t no slouch either. She looks like her cunt would be tight enough to squeeze a cock right off,” Gallus said in agreement. “So what the fuck is going on?”

“I don’t know. Could be they belong to something like a manticore and he’s looking for an easy meal?”

“Nah, if one of those bastards got his claws on a pair of females like that he’d never let them off their leashes, let alone fly without collars. Even the ones who have a taste for thinking meat wouldn’t risk primo cock sockets like those two on getting it.”

“No one would. That’s what’s got me feeling so hinky. I don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t like not knowing.”

“Fuck! You are such a herbivore, Garnet,” Gallus huffed in amusement.

“Yeah, well you weren’t complaining when this herbivore bucked the forest dragon on the back of the head just as she was about to swallow you down. If I hadn’t made her spit you out you’d be a pile of dragon shit right now.”

“Yeah, can’t argue bro,” Gallus conceded, but his voice grew a bit wistful as he added. “Still, it was the best blow job I ever had.”

“Dude. she was sucking your whole fucking body. The only thing sticking out from between her fangs was your tail, and she was all ready to slurp you down the second she felt you come.”

“Ah, I would have escaped,” Gallus said dismissively. “Anyway, not the point, dude. That tiny little herbivore brain of yours is so busy trying to figure out who’s setting this fucking trap, that you’re missing the point.”

“Oh? So tell me mighty carnivore. What is the point?”

“Dude, we know it’s a trap. And what does a trapper hate most in the world?”

Garnet’s eyes widened as he said, “To find his trap sprung, his bait gone, and nothing to show for it.”

“Exactly dude. I say we snatch up those two fine sluts and head upwards to where we can get some serious backup from our bros while we lay claim to them.”

“Sound like a plan. Only one thing. When we register our ownership of them, we do it in Stagville. I want to see Cloudy and Glinda’s faces when they see what hot sluts we snagged.”

“Oh, I am so down with that. It will make up for all those years of swirlies if I can shove this in their faces. They never got tired of telling us we’d never land private pussy. Our big sisters are so going to have to eat crow.”

Garnet nodded in agreement with his brother’s sentiment. His pride was still sore from the last time they had visited their sisters in Stagville. Even with his dick up her ass Glinda hadn’t cut him any slack. Asking him when he was going to stick it in, even though she’d screeched like a banshee when he’d rammed it home a second earlier.

Best advice they had ever got from their fathers was to not even think about taking their sisters as personal slaves. It would have been ten years of being totally pussy whipped. Didn’t matter if the girls were wearing their collars and technically had to be subservient to them, they’d still end up ruling the roost. You just couldn’t win with big sisters. They knew all your weak spots, and fought dirty.

Rainbow Dash and Gilda had stopped their ranting when the two males who had netted them started to fight. Compressed as they were they could barely move and the only reason they were aware of the struggle between the two males was because it was happening in their line of sight.

“What do you think is going on?” Rainbow asked.

“What do I think is going on?” Gilda asked in a sarcastic tone. “I’ll tell you what I think! I think some prissy pony is keeping me from getting a good hard dicking!”

Rainbow wasn’t really surprised at Gilda’s reaction. Having witnessed what passed for griffon courtship a couple of days previously she knew they weren’t into the whole sappy romance thing. If a hen decided she liked the look of a tercel, she’d let him know it, and if he liked her looks, he’d chase her till he caught her, and then fuck the shit out of her, complete with bondage to protect him from her claws and beak because she’d fucking well try to de-ball him if she could. And rather than being distressed by what had happened to her, Gilda had been her usual smug and superior self while she bragged about the superiority of the griffon way of romance.

It was made worse by the fact that Rainbow actually could see her point. Griffon courtship looked a heck of a lot more exciting than the pony version. Dash didn’t have time to wait while some lame stallion tried to work up the nerve to ask her on a date. She usually bailed halfway through that sort of approach. She had to figure it would be even worse when it came to him asking her if she wanted to fuck. On the other hand, Gilda’s griffonfriend hadn’t wasted a second. Soon as he caught and pinned her he’s slammed home the meat. No wishy washy can I from that guy.

But that brought up an issue.

“Sort of surprised to hear you’re so eager to get dicked. After all, you got a tercel friend back in Griffonstone who nailed you good just a few days ago, and this guy didn’t even give you a chance to run.”

Gilda shrugged, or at least tried to. The net sort of made it impossible. “Guy doesn’t waste time. He saw a hot hen, and acted. Got to admit it’s flattering.”

Gilda expression turned sour, and Dash could see her struggling with herself. After a few seconds she said with great reluctance, “And that bastard back in Griffonstone turned out to be a total dweeb. He only fucked me on a dare. I caught him collecting his winnings. Beat the crap out of him.” There was genuine hurt in Gilda’s voice as she made this confession, though her expression took on a look of vicious satisfaction at the last bit.

Rainbow knew it had to have been hard for Gilda to confess this, so didn’t even think about busting her friends chops over it. She also didn’t say she was sorry. She knew that Gilda would bite her head off if she did.

“So, how does that stallion measure up to your super-secret coltfriend?” Gilda asked out of the blue, clearly eager to change the subject.

Rainbow winced. After Gilda’s confession there was no way she could keep lying. “He ain’t. Real that is. I didn’t want to admit I wasn’t getting any after seeing how much you enjoyed getting fucked.”

“No! Really?” Gilda drawled in with a heavy sarcastic tone. “I’d never have guessed.” She then gave a sigh. “I was sort of hoping we’d lucked out and you’d get to find out first claw how good it feels to have a dick shoved up your cunt by a guy who knows what he’s doing. But it looks like the prissy pony stallion is going to spoil that for both of us.”

“Yeah, what a jerk,” Rainbow said. She had meant to be sarcastic, but was surprised to find out that she actually meant it. She’d been so busy being annoyed at getting netted that she hadn’t really thought seriously about what came next. Now that it wasn’t going to happen, she couldn’t stop thinking about what might have been. She felt herself grow moist between the legs as she recalled watching Gilda getting fucked, and imagined herself in her friend’s place.

“And he’s so well hung too,” Gilda moaned as she watched the griffon struggle with the pony stallion. “A hen would really know she’d been fucked if he stuck that up her cunt.”

“Big Mac’s bigger,” Rainbow said without thinking, remembering the times she’d spotted the big red stallion jerking off in the orchard.

“Who? And, no fucking way is a pony that big,” Gilda scoffed, but there was a hint of curiosity in her voice.

“Applejack’s brother. And he so fucking is. Guy is huge.”

“And he could fit it in your tiny twat? Tell me another.”

“Hey. I never said I fucked him. I just said he’s bigger.” But, now that Gilda had mentioned it, Rainbow gave a shudder at the thought of having something as big as Mac sported shoved up her virgin cunt. “No way that could feel good,” she said aloud.

Gilda had no trouble following Dash’s thoughts. “Maybe not for a dweeb like you, but I could handle something that big, no trouble.”

“No way. You’d scream like a banshee if he shoved that log up your twat.”

“Bet?”

“Bet!”

“Fine, once those two dweebs finish their wrestling match and let us go we’ll check out this Big Mac and I’ll prove it to you.” Gilda sounded a bit excited at the idea.

Rainbow hid a smirk. Mac could barely look a strange female in the eye. No way was Gilda ever going to get to sample what he carried around between his legs. Course, before she tried, Rainbow would have to prove Mac was packing by doing a little overhead peeking. Shouldn’t be hard. He jerked off just about every day. Thinking about that made Dash even hotter. She was also anticipating the frustration Gilda would feel when it turned out to be impossible for her to sample Mac’s cock first hoof. Hell, he was even bigger than Discord. Well, bigger than what Discord normally sported. The lord of chaos could likely make his cock as big as he wanted. She wondered if Fluttershy ever made requests?

Dash’s mood suddenly shifted when she remembered why they were in this place in the first place. Fluttershy. Crap! They had to save her. And where the fuck was Discord? Wasn’t this suppose to be their date day? What the fuck was he doing letting a monster like that abuse…? Dash’s thoughts trailed off. “Oh, fuck me!” she moaned.

“You’ll have to be louder if you want them to hear you,” Gilda said. “Never thought you’d be pathetic enough to beg for it, Dashie,” she teased.

“Not what I was talking about. Discord, that bastard.”

“Discord?” Gilda asked, her eyes going wide. The chaos monster was the stuff of nightmares for griffon chicks, and though they would never admit it the adults as well. “What does that old fairy tale have to do with this.”

“Discord is Fluttershy’s coltfriend. That monster I saw fucking her face had to have been him. He can change into anything he wants. Why the fuck didn’t I think about that? I bet anything the whole thing was a scheme to make me chase him through that mirror gate thingy to this place. He set me up. The bastard.”

“That marshmallow dweeb is fucking Discord?” Gilda almost screamed.

Rainbow didn’t get a chance to answer Gilda’s shrill question. At that very moment the two males who had been wrestling each other suddenly broke apart and dashed across the space between them and the bagged girls.

The griffon snatched up the netted Dash, and the pegasus did the same with Gilda. Wings flapping furiously the two streaked away from their previous position as fast as they could go.

“Don’t worry,” the griffon carrying Dash called to her. “You ain’t going to have to go back to whoever set this up. My brother and I are not about to let two fine females like you go back to some jerk who thinks so little of you he’d take your collars off and uses you for bait.”

Rainbow Dash’s position in the net the griffon had his claws in left her staring at his groin from only a foot or so away. His heavy cock was not fully erect, but was swollen enough that it had slipped free of his sheath and the whole of the long wet length of it was exposed. Dash had seen lots of cocks, from a distance. Seeing one from this close was a hell of a lot more impressive. So it was little wonder she wasn’t paying too much attention to what her captor was saying. Her thoughts were more along the lines of how the fuck something like that would ever fit inside a pony. And yet, she’d seen Gilda take one that was at least as big, with a lot of enjoyment.

Dash couldn’t help but think that—what with this being some lost jungle land—the whole situation was just like a Daring Do adventure. One of the steamy fan fiction ones. She’d picked up a few of those at the last fan convention, and clopped herself silly for a few days afterwards while reading them.

Her small breasts felt swollen and the heat between her legs was pretty much impossible to ignore. Her earlier fears of being raped were rapidly turning into regret that it wasn’t going to happen.

Gilda was having similar feelings. Though in her case it was more totally pissed rather than regretful. And unlike Dash she didn’t even have the dubious pleasure of having her face practically shoved into her captor’s junk. Instead she was looking upward at his muzzle as he flapped as hard as he could to carry her away from where she and Dashy had been netted.

“God, I hate you ponies,” she snarled. “I was looking forward to a good hard fucking, and you had to go and spoil it. Fuck it, why can’t I find a male who knows how to treat a hen right?”

The pegasus carrying her dipped in his flight as his wings stalled for a moment. He looked down at her in shock, and with sympathy. “Fuck, what sort of monster did this to you?”

Thanks to Dash’s words a moment ago Gilda’s instantly thought of Discord, who Dashy claimed had set them up and lured them into this place.

“You don’t want to know,” she growled. “He ain’t someone anygriffon wants to have anything to do with.”

“But he got his claws into you, didn’t he? Poor thing.”

Gilda hated it when ponies felt sorry for her, and she was about to tell the pegasus carrying her just where he could shove his, when he kept speaking and shut her up.

“Well, don’t worry. Me and my bro know how to treat a female. Our sisters and mothers made sure of that. They’d have slapped us silly if we neglected a female like your master did you. As long as I got any say in it, you’re going to get all the fucking you can handle. Soon as we get someplace where we’ve got some friends to watch our backs I’m going to bust a nut in your sweet twat. I’ll make sure you’re so full of spunk you’ll leak for days.”

A flustered Gilda replied on automatic, “I hate braggers. Put up, or shut up.”

“Count on it, sweet cheeks. Me and my friends are going to ride you so hard it will be a week before you can fly a straight line.”