What Wasn't Suppose to Happen Makes the Situation all the More Right.

Chapter 2: Tis Not Good

Princess Luna stared into Pinkie Pie’s window. She smiled at the sight of the element of laughter. Despite her uptight persona light hearted joy was a welcome change in her day to day life. It even crossed her mind to send the royal guard to collect Pinkie under the guise of recruiting the new royal jester. Eventual she hoped that the position of jester would evolve into something more.

The princesses gaze then shifted to the griffon. Her eyes narrowed substantially, boring imaginary holes in Gilda. Griffons weren’t exactly on great terms with Equestria a thousand years ago. In fact, the two nations were on the verge of war when the Nightmare Moon incident occurred. To see Gilda so intimate with a pony like Pinkie, Luna's blood started to boil.

She inhaled deeply. Now was not the time to lose control. But she had to confirm her suspicions, if only to keep Pinkie Pie safe. Using her dream-walking abilities she began the process of entering the griffons subconscious. Her physical body evaporated outside of the bakery. Like gas, she seeped through the window. The griffon laid completely unaware as one half of the diarchy in Equestria climbed through her ears.

“Oh Gilda, Yes there, THERE!” Pinkie Pie, with a black stockings, shouted without a care in the world.

The griffon smiled to herself as her tongue caressed the insides of her lovers nethers. Her beak gently poked at the mares clit, eliciting more moans and shouts of approval. Gradually her tongue continued to move quicker, while at the same time the breath of the pleasured mare became shallow and short. Pumping, nearly thrusting her tongue several inches deep, Gilda finally created the desired response.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOH!” Pinkie yelled, her orgasm leaving her breathless.

Gilda swallowed the bitter-sweet love solution, but still left copious amounts of liquid dripping from her beak. Her long tongue slowly cleaned the rest of her bill, causing Pinkie to shudder with excitement. Gilda then sunk onto Pinkies lower half, switching to her quadruped form. Slowly she climbed her way up to her lovers face.Her body hung low, rubbing against Pinkie on the trip up.

On the trip Gilda noted Pinkie was the skinniest or most muscular mare around. Her sweet-eating ways were evident as he very soft stomach attested to. She was in no means ‘fat’ or ‘obese’ she was perfectly plump. A stark contrast from Gilda who was well sculpted and very muscular.  Gilda didn’t keep this in mind as she continued her crawl. In the mares eyes the sensual hip swaying and predatory stare was almost too much to bear.

“Why take so long? Don’t you want yours?” Pinkie asked impatiently, yet not making it a complaint.

The griffon smiled as she jumped at her lovers face. Her normally destructive beak wrapped itself around the mares mouth without resulting in physical harm. They tongues wrestled each other, neither caring who actually won. They lost themselves in the embrace until Pinkie forced herself away, much to the chagrin of Gilda.

“You spoil me so much.” The pony declared, flicking her hoof downward.

“I could never do that.” Gilda reached out, and began kneading Pinkies breast.

The taught pink breast was squeezed by the cool claw. It’s supple excess poured out in between the individual talons. Gilda giggled crazily when she squeezed her lovers breast and it made a rubber ducky like squeak. Pinkie shifted toward her lover donning a stupid-with-love smile. Her chest rubbing against the griffons, which successfully broke the grip. Her legs wrapped around each side of Gilda’s hip. The wet lips of the nethers kissed.

Pinkie’s left arm wrapped around the backside of Gildas neck. This put the duos faces in close proximity without touching. The pony then lifted her arm and used her hoof to tease Gilda’s erect nipple. While Pinkie expected a moan or a grunt all she saw on Gilda’s face was a sad frown.

“What’s wrong?” Pinkie asked worried.

Gilda didn’t respond. She merely glanced over at Pinkie’s chest, and then back at her own. Pinkie responded with a vampire like attack on Gilda’s neck. Kissing and sucking her way up she eventually reaching the side of the griffons head.

“If you think that will stop me from caring for you, you’re more silly than I thought.”

Pinkie eyed Gilda with a soft yet determined gaze. The griffon stared back, unsure if the words she heard were true. When she saw that Pinkie was unwavering, her eyes lit back up.

“You ready for yours?” Pinkie whispered.

“Yes.” Gilda said bracing for impact.

Pinkie started to pet the feathers covering Gilda’s head.  Her hoof was smooth and light. It teased every last nerve.

“Hmm, I love you.” Pinkie muttered.

Gilda shuddered with pleasure.

“I love you so much.” Pinkie pulled Gilda in, trying to making their bodies one.

The griffon vibrated again, feeling a buildup of delightful tension. This feeling was so very refreshing. Pinkies' appendages grew slightly taking up more of the griffons body. Her arms acted as a shield, so even Luna couldn’t see what was happening behind the limbs. Even more than the sexual gratification, Gilda sufficiently meet another need, safety.

“I love you more than anypony else.” Pinkie stated in her lover's ear, shaking the lions body again.

“Ahh, yes more, PLEASE say it more.” Gilda begged. She didn’t even need to touch herself. The words themselves, and the warm embrace of a hug were more than enough.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Her voice echoed in the dreamscape, which started to crumble and fade into darkness, signifying the end of the dream.

‘Oh, this is worse than I ever suspected.’

Ponyville in the morning was far more aesthetically pleasing than at night. The lines of trees and burrows from surrounding farms all pointed towards the small town. From above, it appeared as pointed arrows. The landscape saying that this collection of lives was the center of world.  During the winter, the beauty is even more apparent, as the whole town twinkles like stars in the night sky. Back at SugarCube Corner, a certain couple began to wake.

“Mmm.” the griffon was first to stir blinking her eyes several times.

Gilda noticed that she and Pinkie were in the same position they were in when the fell asleep. Her body grew uncomfortable to the point where she reluctantly released her hold. She quickly missed holding the fluffy pony. So she found a new position that was suitable for both of them to enjoy. Without much more thought she lifted Pinkie onto herself, their breasts and foreheads now pressed together.

“Uh.” Pinkie Pie followed Gilda into the land of the living.

‘Did I just cope a feel with a pony?’ Gilda adjusted her claw. ‘Yep, I definitely just did. Not bad, I did come here to maul her. I guess spooning with her is a another good alternative. I think I could get use to this. .. Wait, What are you saying? You actually want a relationship? Pfft, that’s just insane. . . Or maybe it’s not. When was the last time anything has shown this much compassion. Sure, it’s not the most logical but fuck it, who needs logic when you have this mare! And maybe she’s just what I need to feel normal. . . For once.’

“Gilda, is everything OK?” Pinkie asked looking worriedly at the spaced out griffon.

“Yeah, everything's OK.” she said quickly, snapping back into reality.

“Well that’s good.” Pinkie said with a soft smile.

“So. . . How did you sleep?”

“Oh just fine, did you know your boobs make wonderful pillows?”

“No, no I didn’t. But I do know your mane works as scented pillow ”

“Aw, thank you. I actually dip it in cotton candy daily.”

‘That’s why it smelt so sweet.’

The room fell silent. Pinkie stared at Gilda with a casual grin, adjusting herself occasionally. Most of the adjustments were the waggling of her hips, which grinned her leg against Gilda's nethers.

Not that she was complaining.

“So I guess this mean we’re in a thing now?” Gilda asked, but sounded as if she already knew the answer.

“Of course, we are friends.”

“Well yeah we’re friends. But was thinking of something more than that.”

“Best friends? *Sharp inhale* Like bestest best friends!?!”

“Pinkie I think you're missing the point here.”

“We can go and get ice cream. . .

“Pinkie, listen. ”

“. . .see movies, go to the beach, eat pastries. . .”

“Pinkie Pie, Equestria to Pinkie Pie!”

“. . .go butterfly watching, swim in the river,. . .”

“You can’t ignore me forever!”

“. . .hey since you can fly, and carry me simultaneously, could we take a trip to the griffon kingdom? I’ve never been there, and since you’re a griffon I only that it would be fitting. I always wanted to know about other gri--”

Pinkie's rant was cut short as her tongue became occupied by Gilda's. Her eyes shot open in surprise. Inside her mouth a tango of flesh and water sashayed. The pony's eyes began to glaze over, her face blushing an unnatural red.  After a what felt like hours, the two lips parted. A single strand of saliva still connecting the two.

“This, is what, I meant. I you to be, my special pony.” Gilda said in between pants.

“Uh-huh.” Pinkie said in a haze.

“Can. . . Can I be your special griffon?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wait, is that a yes? That’s a yes! Do you really mean it?!?”

“Uh-huh.”

“P-Pinkie, thank you so much.” Gilda said with her eyes welling up.

“Gilda.”

“Yes?”

“Can you do that thing with the beak and the tongue and the goody good feelings again?”

Gilda happiness played out on her face. She put her claw behind her marefriends head. Slowing moving her and Pinkies face closer to one another.

“But why me?” Pinkie asked abruptly, so quick in fact she left Gilda tonguing the air. Said tongue-wielder blushed when she released how odd she must of looked.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Gilda answered. “Now, come back here beautiful.” Pinkie pushed her back.

“You know I mean. Didn't you say that you hated me yesterday?”

“That was yesterday, this is today. Now excuse me while I get that spot at the back of your throat. ”

Denied again.

“Gilda, there’s something you're not telling me.”

“Ugh, why can’t you just accept that I like you?”

“I want to but. . . I’m not use to anypony liking me.”

“Why do I have a hard time believing that a pony who is constantly smiling, and being nice to everyone, has had difficulty finding colt or marefriend?”

“. . .” Pinkies mane formed a shadow over her face.

“That’s what I thought. You’re being far t--”

“EVERYPONY THINKS I’M A FREAK!” The mare yelled, burying herself into Gildas chest. “Ever since I’ve been in Ponyville I’ve been trying to make friends with everypony I can. And I have a lot of great friends but, I, just don’t have that kind of connection with any of them. They like me because I’m rambunctious and quirky, but when I try to tell them that I like them, they brush it off as Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie.” Despite the sobs her words were intelligible.

“Pinkie. . .”

“I know this isn’t your fault, but I’ve just never had this kind of friendship before. It’s so new to me, I’m afraid of messing it up and losing a friend.” Pinkie confessed, looking at Gilda with uncharacteristically uncertain eyes.

“Don’t be like that. We’re both in the same boat, I’ve never been with anyone either. I tried to ask Dash out once, but, it just never panned out correctly. You're not alone in this relationship, and I promise I won’t let you down. As long as you’re with me I will l--lo--” Gilda tried to say but was choked up a bit.

Pinkie Pie looked down at the griffon that was well situated beneath her. The old twinkle returned to her eye,and the old shine found it’s place back to her piercing white teeth. Leaning in, they were about to consummate their official relationship when:

“Pinkie Pie, we need to talk to you!”

“Do you know that’s it’s still morning? What’s with the shouting?!?” A fainter voice screamed.

“Ah, shut up, we’re trying to talk to a friend.”

“You shut up, ponies are trying to sleep!”

“You shut up!”

“You shut up!”

The couple shared a heartbroken and frustrated look, but Pinkie nevertheless peered outside to see who was calling her.

Outside of her window all of her elemental friends stood. They weren’t alone either as Luna accompanied them. The pink mare couldn’t figure out whether it was a good or bad thing. Her friends all wore a face that expressed anger, but also worry. Anything besides a genuine smile was a insufficient for Pinkie, but maybe the weather outside could be the cause for their expressions?. .

Pinkie knew her friends too well, and that her flights of fancy wouldn’t help her now. They wouldn’t go through the trouble of standing outside of her house, this early in the morning, during winter, without so much as a scarf, unless it was serious. The presence of Luna only strengthened her hypothesis.

‘But why only Luna? Wouldn’t Celestia come too?’ Pinkie thought, then she started putting the pieces together. ‘Everypony is here the morning after Gilda came back. . . And Luna’s here. . . Did she see my dream?!? Oh no, she knows about us already! So they must be here and unhappy because they don’t approve. They still must dislike Gildy for the party." Pinkie thought as doubt crawled into her mind. Then Gilda's words rung in Pinkie's head:

'You're not alone in this relationship, and I promise I won’t let you down. . .'

          'She's right. Any trouble I'm in she'll be there for me. So I need need to be there for her. Prepare everypony, we're take the world head on!’ The pink pony turned to her other. Pinkie smiled and gave her answer to Gilda's unspoken question.

“Everypony's here to celebrate the good news!”