As Rainbow’s eyes adjusted to the dark, she noticed three things - one, Sugarcube Corner was a lot bigger on the inside. Two, a building literally made out of candy would probably attract an unholy number of insects, and it was rather bizarre that it hadn’t yet. Three, her old friend Gilda was tied to a bed, moaning in pleasure, covered in cake batter and icing, and currently having her ass eaten out by a the pony who had driven the two apart to begin with.

It’ll probably take a moment for Dash to comprehend what she’s seeing, so until her puny pegasus brain is able to correlate this sudden influx of illogic, let’s rewind about forty-five minutes to see what lead to this odd occasion.

It had been a long trip. Weeks of planning, hiding out in the ruins of mountainside villages and living off what scraps she could find, were finally over. Gilda collapsed onto the cloud with an exhausted sigh.

“Only for you, Dash,” she mumbled.

Off in the distance, Ponyville’s diminutive skyline was barely visible against the growing darkness. A small town, only a few lights came on at night.

Without any bits to her name, Gilda could hardly afford a night at an inn, and finding Rainbow Dash’s house in the growing dark was simply asking for trouble.

‘Sides,’ the bushed bird thought, ‘I’d take a soft cumulous over a hard memory foam bed any day.’

Her thoughts slowed down as she drifted off to sleep.

Gilda snapped into consciousness with a squawk. Two hooves clapped her ass cheeks, hard. Her wings unfurled instantly, and reared up in surprise, about to slice the perpetrator into tiny little pony-pieces. Well, she would’ve, anyway. If she’d been able to move.

“Heya Gilda! Long time no see!”

… What.

She knew that voice, it was that dweeby pony who stole Dash from her! And she’d just… Touched her!

“I saw you were back in town and didn’t have a place to stay, so I decided to offer my own domicile for the duration of your sojourn in the fair city of Ponyville!”

…

Gilda ignored the nonsense spewing from this madmare and focussed instead on escaping her bondage. The room was dark, but her powerful eagle’s eyes could see as if the room were lit by floodlamps. She was on a bed, pink blankets, and her arms were strapped to the sides by shiny leather cuffs. A strong tug showed that they weren’t coming off anytime soon.

“I know I was probably pretty annoying, bothering you and Dashie all day like that, so I decided to make it up to you!”

“If you wanna *urg!* make it up to me, *oof!* let me go!”

“Oh but Gilda, I really,” Pinkie’s warm tongue ran up the side of her ass, “really,” the pony to circle around at the top, “really,” began to slide down her crack, “wawwa wawe wiw wuw wu wu!”

The last part was muffled, as Pinkie had suddenly shoved her face between Gilda’s cheeks, eliciting a groan from the purloined pussycat.

It had been years since they’d last been like that, Dash and Gilda. The first time, on the night of graduation, Rainbow Dash was suffering through a month’s detention for setting off homemade fireworks and endangering the lives of two teachers (who really had no good reason to be in that shed to begin with, seeing as they were already married).

Gilda snuck into Rainbow’s bedroom, ostensibly to congratulate her, bringing with her several bottles of an unidentifiable substance that may at some point have been some form of cider but was by now so diluted from repeated borrowings and coverups that it may as well have been sparkling cider.

Of course, this hardly stopped the two drinking, and their young bodies found a even the small amount of booze enough to look very good to each other indeed...

They were laying on the floor of some old shed behind Dash’s house, Gilda and Dash laying end to end after their last round of reminiscing and trying not to seem sappy. Gilda was down on her belly, head resting on a sack of birdseed that she may or may not have tried to eat, and her pegasus friend was on her back, wondering what to do about the strange tingle in her clit. Slowly, Rainbow moved herself up into a sitting position and stared at the griffonbooty before her.

It was wonderful, two firm balls of fat and muscle that so many ponies fetishize without really knowing why. She decided to do the same.

Rainbow’s hooves softly caressed Gilda’s orbs, moving in slow semicircles from top to bottom. The griffon’s asscheeks were round and firm, like a couple of basketballs, and when her hooves were at their widest, she could just see the little hole of her anus. The small section of her girltaint peeking out between the plump orbs and pink gash of her vagina.

Gilda’s stiff wings throbbed up and down slightly with every revolution, and unbeknownst to her, Rainbow’s face had been inching its way closer with every motion. Quite suddenly, Rainbow Dash shoved her muzzle into Gilda’s ass.

Her outstretched tongue reached the hole, and slowly circled around it, the griffon shuddering with the cold application on her most private of orifices. Her hooves kept up the work, massaging the sides of her ass and slowly working their way downwards.

The griffon was purring like a kitten now, a little strand of drool hung on the tip of her beak and her half-lidded eyes rolled upward. She slowly slid one hoof along the griffon’s dripping slit, eliciting a moan from the receiving party.

Gilda reciprocated, drawing up to Rainbow’s crotch and teasingly tonguing her clit. The rainbow-maned mare responded by sliding her tongue fully into her butthole. It was a heavenly feeling, a sort of rapture that--

Gilda emitted a sort of choking caw, like a crow that has just been paddled on the ass. Because that is exactly what just happened. Pinkamena Diane Pie had returned, and was whacking Gilda’s rear with a rolling pin.

“How dare you ignore me!”

*slap!* pain coursed through the griffon’s bountiful booty.

“I was only trying to make you happy!”

*slap!* and her cheeks kept shaking.

“Just because I fed you hallucinogenic drugs earlier doesn’t mean you can just doze off whenever you like!”

*slap!* all this torture probably doesn’t reflect well on my mental state.

“When I get out of here, I’ll-” Gilda was cut off mid-shout.

Pinkie stopped hitting her, “What? Go to the police?”

“Yeah! That exactly!”

A cruel grin grew across Pinkie’s face as the rolling pin dropped to the floor. “How about all your little secrets Dashie told me, hmm?”

“Secrets? What secrets?!”

“How about that sexy underwear of yours, hmm? You certainly don’t want just anygriffon to know about your little fetish…”

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about!

She did, of course, own a pair of panties. Rainbow had seen them one day while peeping on her (Mare? Chick? Bird?)friend through a gym window. She’d pulled them on, a tight fit accentuating her shapely ovipositing hips and firm athletic butt, and proceeded to do various exercises. The bright pink fabric shifted with every movement, every twitch of a muscle stretching and deforming the word ‘DWEEBS’ that was printed across her ass cheeks.

As she moved gracefully from position to position, squatting down on her hind legs while hoisting a barbell over her shoulders, the outline of her rear mounds glistening as beads of sweat slid down her back, and the upper cleavage exposed just enough to stir the imagination.

Rainbow’s hoof, meanwhile, ran between her moist lips, up and down, over and over, as Gilda set the barbell down and knelt down on one paw. Yes, that

That was Rainbow’s first-ever orgasm. The good thing about clouds is that simply walking on them counts as washing your hooves, although some adults looked strangely at the filly known for flying everywhere as she trotted down the street, a look of distinct guilt printed on her face.

Gilda was torn from her nostalgia by the cold press of a hoof against her rear, swiping across her cheeks and leaving some sort of sticky residue behind.

Pinkie rubbed the icing all over Gilda’s butt, between the cheeks and down to her asshole, eliciting a squirm from the already uncomfortable griffon.

“H-hey! Careful back there!” she squeaked.

“Oh you messy little griffon, you got strawberry icing all over your birdy booty!”

“W-wait, what’re you do-gaaahhh!!”

Pinkie had set to work on cleaning Gilda. First, her long equine tongue teased her clit, just the slightest bit of stimulation to really get going. Up she went, her tongue piercing her slit enough to taste the distinct chicken flavor of the griffon’s privates. Chicken isn’t really know for going with cake icing, but Pinkie Pie is a pony largely known for not giving a shit.

As she slid up along the crack, Gilda gasped, “You… First you steal Dash from me, and now… This?”

“You silly griffy! I’d have *lick* let you have Dash if you’d only asked!” she replied, lapping happily away at her strawberry flavored asscrack.

Rainbow Dash soared above Ponyville with one destination in mind: Sugarcube Corner. Her dear marefriend, Pinkie Pie, had invited her over for a ‘special surprise’. Pinkie’s surprises generally involved either sex or cake, usually both, and sometimes concurrently.

As she flew down, she noticed that the window to Pinkie’s darkened apartment was open.

‘Heh,’ she thought as she flew in the open window, not noticing the loud moans and shouts coming from inside, ‘for once, I’ll surprise her!’

As Rainbow’s eyes adjusted to the dark, she noticed three things - one, Sugarcube Corner was a lot bigger on the inside. Two, a building literally made out of candy would probably attract an unholy number of insects, and it was rather bizarre that it hadn’t yet been condemned because of this fact. Three, her old friend Gilda was tied to a bed, moaning in pleasure, covered in cake batter and icing, and currently having her ass licked clean by the pony who had driven the two apart to begin with.

One very important thing to remember when dealing with Rainbow Dash is, her face is not normally red. In fact, a red face is often a sign of high blood pressure and anyone with such an excessively beet red face as Rainbow Dash here should probably see a doctor.

Another reason to see a doctor is if you are able to stand as perfectly still as she was right now, you’re either dead or a statue. Or just Rainbow Dash, in this exact moment, in which case I must applaud you for making your way out of the realms of fiction and into a metaverse capable of accessing a piece of clop fiction on the internet!

It’s around here where you came in, I think.

Rainbow Dash finally found the power to speak. “Pinkie!”

For a moment, the only sound was that of Pinkie’s tongue gliding across Gilda’s battered buttocks. Then Gilda’s mind registered what she’d just heard.

“Dash! Help!”

Pinkie removed herself from the griffon’s violated person, slapped her on the ass, and turned to the pony standing just inside the window.

“Hello Rainbow Dash.”

“P-Pinkie…” she stammered, “W-what the hell is going on in here?!”

“Dash, do you remember when we first met? How I told you if you had any griffon friends you had to bring them over for a threesome or I’d kidnap and rape them?”

“I thought… You were kidding…” she muttered, completely lost.

Gilda kicked at her restraints. “Oh my god Dash, would you just hurry up and rescue me already?”

Both ponies turned to the tied up tormentor, “Shut up!”

With a whimper, Gilda went back to reminiscing about several other improbable sexual encounters while her captor and former friend argued.

“So… All this time… It was all a lie?!”

Pinkie gripped her friend by the shoulders. “Dashie, you don’t understand! I did this for you!”

“For me?! What, you thought I’d be into this?! I don’t! I don’t like this at all!”

“Your wings say otherwise.”

“My w-” Dash’s eyes widened as she discovered that, all this time, her wings had been standing firmly at attention. Her gaze flicked back and forth from her stiff masts and the fetish fuel laid out on the bed.

“Look, Dashie, if you don’t want to join in…”

“No-I-I just- Why did you need to kidnap her?!”

“Because who knows when we’ll be able to play with another griffon? How do we know she isn’t the only one in the whole world?”

“There was Gustave le Grand…” Rainbow said, weakly.

Pinkie reared her head back and laughed, “Ha! Rainbow, he’s gay!”

“Wait, really?” This time it was both Dash and Gilda’s exclamation.

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “Well duh! Him and Donut Joe got married last summer! It’s almost as if you don’t keep up on the private affairs of ponies who you barely know or care about as their occupation falls outside of your own spectrum of interests!”

Sugarcube Corner’s cricket infestation loudly announced itself.

Pinkie pulled out a pen and paper, “Note to self, hire an exterminator…”

Suddenly, a tall blue pony with an ethereal mane poked her head in through the window and started singing.

“Oh we both know what memories can bring, they bring diamonds and ruuuuust!”

Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash had, by this point, ceased to exist, as I’m frankly tired of writing them as if I even-- No, fuck you Pinkie you don’t get to write anything you little bitch!

“WOOORSHIP THE BIG BOOTY BITCHES! THE BIG BOOTY BITCHES! WOOORSHIP THE BIG BOOTY BITCHES!”

Then Gilda woke up.

She was tied to a chair, as the mysterious blue figure from before sung a questionable song about female dogs with large anuses.

Author's Note

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