“You know what I hate?” Dash groaned, rolling around on her bed.

“Moulting season,” Gilda said, plucking a stray feather off of her bed and tossing it back on Dash's side of the room. “You've been saying that for two days now.”

“I can't help it! It itches!” Dash stopped and bit her lip. “Look, um. C-could you maybe... preen me?”

Gilda snorted and looked over at her. “What? You can't preen yourself?”

“I'm not good at it, okay?” Dash blushed. “Dad used to help until it got weird, but mom was never really around to teach me.” She flapped her wings, and a few new feathers were added to the growing pile of fluff. “She left when I was just a baby.”

“Ugh, enough with the pony sob story,” Gilda rolled her eyes. “I've got two moms. If you want one, you can borrow one of mine for a while.”

“Two moms?” Dash frowned. “So you were adopted? Or... magic or something?”

“Nah. Just one of my moms is, um... there's not a word for in in Equestrian. She's got both sets of parts.”

“...Both sets of parts?” Dash stood up, tilting her head.

“It's not that strange for griffons,” Gilda said, shrugging. “It has to do with being part bird and part mammal. Something about being a chimaera.”

“Oh. That's kinda cool,” Dash said. She sat back down, momentarily distracted from her itching. “So one of your moms is also your dad... but she could be a mom, too? Like she gets to have it both ways! I bet she was real popular when she was dating!” Dash winked.

Gilda rolled her eyes. “That's not how it works, Dash. Griffons mate for life. We don't sleep around with other griffons.”

“Pfft,” Dash snorted. “Sure you don't. That's why you were totally not hitting on Jetstream at the fall formal.”

“Hey, it doesn't count when it's ponies!” Gilda said defensively. “It's one of the rules. Mating is for life, but only between griffons. If you mess around with a pony or a diamond dog or whatever that's just for fun.”

“So you can help me preen and it won't mess with that, right?” Dash asked, spreading her wings and looking at Gilda expectantly. The griffon sighed and stood up.

“Anything for you, Dash.” She walked over to Dash's bed. “I still think it wouldn't be as bad if you didn't steal my lunch half the time. I keep telling you that meat isn't good for ponies.”

“It's part of my secret training regimen,” Dash said. Gilda got up on the bed behind Dash, looking at her wings. Even for the middle of a moult, her feathers were in rough shape. Dash clearly wasn't taking care of them correctly, and her repeated crashes weren't helping much either.

“Run that one by me again,” Gilda said, as she lowered her beak to Dash's wing, starting on the right one and gently teasing the feathers, trying to find the loose and broken ones.

“Well, see, meat is basically like eating muscles, right?” Dash said, Gilda agreed and tugged on one of her primaries, making the pegasus squirm and groan. “Keep doing that. It feels amazing.”

“Keep talkin' Dash,” Gilda said, holding her down as the pegasus kept trying to shift and squirm. Gilda grabbed a secondary and tugged it with her beak before letting go and moving onto the next, every little pull making the pegasus under her kick just a little, her wing twitching.

“I- I figured since you are what you eat...” Dash gasped as Gilda found a broken feather and pulled it free. “If I eat a lot of muscles, I'll get a lot of muscles!” She was going to continue, but Gilda moved to the base of her wing and Dash collapsed, almost melting into a puddle from the attention.

“You're really sensitive for somepony who keeps saying how tough they are,” Gilda smirked, moving to the other wing. Dash arched her back as Gilda found one of the really itchy spots and removed a badly broken feather, the pegasus finding instant relief from that small pain as it popped free from her wing.

“That just felt so bucking good,” Dash moaned. “I really, really need to learn how to do that.”

“I'm only half done,” Gilda said. “And trust me, it's not as good if you do it yourself.” Dash managed to mostly lay still as the griffon worked on her other wing, pulling feathers free and tugging others into place. Dash had to bite her pillow to keep from screaming, her back legs kicking feebly as a new scent filled the air, Dash shivering as she came.

“Oh no. Y-you can't tell anyone-” Dash paled, panting, as Gilda pulled away.

“I won't,” Gilda said. “Here. It's my turn.” She laid down on her bed. “If you think you can still walk far enough to get over here, you can learn how to do it.”

“But it's so far away!” Dash complained.

“I don't want to lie down in your mess, Dash.” Gilda looked at her dirtied bed, wetness spreading from between Dash's legs.

“Give me a minute,” Dash said, rolling onto her side. “I never felt anything like that before. That was so awesome!”

“Yeah well, that's why I want some preening too!” Gilda rolled her eyes. Every day she had to explain something simple to the energetic little pony. It was like her father had never bothered explaining anything about life to her.

“Alright, alright.” Dash managed to stand and worked her way over to Gilda's bed. “I've never really done this to somepony else before. So just tell me when I'm doing it right.”

“You'll know,” Gilda said. Dash started in on her wings, pulling on her feathers gently. Too gently. “Harder, Dash! You gotta tug them into place and look for the broken ones.” Dash got a little better with practice, and a few minutes later Gilda was humming peacefully, starting to relax.

Dash managed to pull out a broken covert that had been bothering her for a while, and Gilda arched her back, moaning. Between being preened and the smell of Dash's arousal, she was starting to feel very comfortable herself, at least until Dash saw the effect it was having on her.

“Woah!” Dash said, backing away and blushing. “Gilda, you've- you've got-” She was more bright red than blue at this point.

Gilda glanced back at her hindquarters, where a familiar presence was making itself known and rubbing on the bed.

“It's a penis,” Gilda said, sighing. “I, um. I take after both of my mothers. I guess I should have warned you.” She groaned. “Guess that's the end of preening today.”

“Is that why you were hitting on Jetstream and not Thunderlane?” Dash asked, lifting Gilda's tail for a better look.

“Well... yeah,” Gilda admitted. “I mean if you've got extra parts, you might as well use them, right? I mean, she was kinda cute I guess. But I should have known she'd get scared off since I'm a griffon.”

“Not everypony can be as awesome as me,” Dash smirked. “I set the bar, like, super-high.”

“You're somethin' all right,” Gilda laughed. “Look, just give me a few minutes and I'll try to calm this thing down.” She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She just had to think of hoofball and snowstorms and lame ponies that couldn't even fly.

“No way. I wanna see it,” Dash said. She tried to move Gilda's leg so she could see. “I bet it's all strange and stuff!”

“Dash! Stop it!” Gilda shifted on the bed, trying to get away from the curious pegasus.

“Come on! If you don't let me see it I'm gonna keep bothering you until you do!” Dash gave Gilda a determined look, the griffon meeting her gaze over her shoulder and sighing, rolling over and almost throwing Dash from the bed with the sudden motion.

“Fine! Just get it over with.” Gilda sighed. Dash grinned as she got her first good look at the forbidden fruit. Gilda's penis was long and tapered, coming to a point with only a suggestion of a head, unlike the blunt instruments Dash had seen on ponies. It was almost graceful, fading from red to a pastel pink and slick with Gilda's fluids, more dripping from the tip in a steady stream.

“It almost makes me jealous,” Dash said, under her breath. She touched it with her hoof gently, afraid she'd hurt the raw-looking flesh. Under the slick wetness there was something rough, tiny barbs in a ring around the head.

“Woah! I didn't say you could touch it!” Gilda yelled, as her penis twitched from the contact. A drop of her precum splashed onto the tip of Dash's nose, making the pegasus's snout scrunch from the unexpected wetness.

“You're the one who said you wanted me to return the favor, right?” Dash asked, rubbing her nose with her hoof and getting the smell of griffon all over her. Dash had never done more than mess around with other ponies. Not that she wasn't curious, just that none of them could really keep up with her. Part of her wanted to save herself for one of the Wonderbolts, but the rest of her was Rainbow Dash, and that part of her said that waiting that long meant years of not being satisfied.

“I didn't mean like that!” Gilda said, trying to sit up. She had just gotten her back off of the bed before Dash landed on her chest with a thud and drove her back down onto it, the pegasus facing her for a moment with a smirk of triumph before turning around to look at the griffon's cock from a different angle, rubbing her wet nethers against Gilda's chest.

“Come on, don't be a pussy, cat.” Dash laughed at her little joke. “Now come on. I've never done this kinda thing before. What do I do?”

“I just told you, I don't mess around. Mate for life, remember?” Gilda made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a purr as Dash licked the tip of her member.

“You also said ponies don't count.” Dash smirked and looked back at her. “Come on. You're like the coolest flier in school, I'm still worked up like crazy from when you were preening me, and this is probably like the only chance I'll ever have to get with a griffon.”

“What, is it moulting season and your heat at the same time?” Gilda asked, snorting. “You never act like this.”

“And I don't remember you not wanting to have fun,” Dash countered. “I mean we live together already, right? So if we mess around with each other it means we get to have fun and nopony gets left out or stuck finding somewhere else to spend the night!”

Gilda hesitated. “...Alright, but it's not, like, serious, okay? I don't want you getting lame and sappy.”

“Yeah. Just the magic of friends with benefits!” Dash smirked, turning back to Gilda's cock. “Now from what I saw in those mags Thunderlane was trying to hide..” She leaned down, spreading her legs and rubbing herself against Gilda's chest as she licked the griffon, tasting the salty fluid dribbling from her. Gilda started purring, lying back and raising her hips up just off of the bed as Dash's tongue found its way along the shaft.

“You're just teasing me,” Gilda said, quietly.

“It feels weird on my tongue,” Dash said, sitting up. “Like it doesn't taste bad, but it tingles.”

“My mom said it's supposed to make it so the barbs don't hurt.” Gilda shifted as Dash gave the tip another lick. “Look, griffons really aren't good at the whole birds and bees thing. My mom just said never mate with anyone you can't deal with for the rest of your life and that I'd have to figure the rest out myself.”

“Hm.” Dash considered. “And I bet you'd just love to have a hen under you.” She smirked and got up, leaving Gilda's chest sticky with her fluids, trotting over to her own bed with her tail held high. “How about it? That'd be fun for both of us!” Dash bent over, resting her front and forelegs on the mattress and leaving her lower half exposed and on clear display, lips pink and inviting, traces of Dash's excitement running down her inner thighs.

“This is such a bucking terrible idea,” Gilda whispered, getting up in a rush, like her throbbing member was drawn by a spell towards the waiting pegasus. She pressed her down into the bed, her talons gripping the mattress ahead of Dash's hooves thanks to her larger frame. Gilda breathed into her mane as she got lined up, hunching her hips as her tip poked Dash's thighs, seeking her wet hole and leaving a trail as she missed.

“Come on, now you're the one who's teasing!” Dash whined, squirming her hips to try and help and accomplishing exactly the opposite. Gilda growled and bit her shoulder just above the wing joint. Dash gasped and went still from the nip, letting the griffon finally find her mark. The tip slid in easily, penetrating her to the core. Dash's mouth hung open as her mind went blank.

“Oh, fire and feathers, that's good,” Gilda groaned. She held herself in, hip deep in Dash. The pegasus fit her perfectly, just barely enough room for her to even rock her hips in the pegasus' depths.

“Did you have to go in so fast?” Dash whispered, groaning as one of her legs started twitching.

“You're the one who was complaining I was just teasing you. This is exactly what you get.” Gilda pushed Dash harder into the bed, using her chest to put weight on her. “Now be a good hen.”

Gilda pulled back, the barbs on her member catching Dash's sensitive folds just a bit, scratching gently. Dash made a long, high pitched noise as it scraped inside her, Gilda purring at the sensation of Dash's marehood gripping her like a velvet glove. Her beak went to Dash's ear, nipping it lightly and making the mare jump, her inner walls contracting sharply for a moment.

Gilda let go of her ear and thrust back in sharply, their mingled fluids dripping free of their joining and down Dash's body to soil the bed further. She let her instincts take control, her stance widening as she bore down harder on Dash, her pace increasing as she thrust into the pony under her, wet noises joining the gasps and purrs filling the room.

“Dash, I'm gonna-” Gilda grabbed Dash's sides, the pegasus pushing back eagerly.

“Inside,” Dash said breathlessly. “W-we already have a lot to clean up.” Gilda growled at that, nipping Dash again, pulling her mane with her beak as she thrust in so hard it knocked the pegasus off her hooves, only being held up by Gilda's talons as she buried herself in Dash, jets of hot seed making her taut belly swell out. Gilda purred and nuzzled Dash, her hips wriggling and trying to find another inch of cock to squeeze into the pegasus' wonderful tightness.

As the last of her seed was squeezed out, Gilda pulled back, and Dash made a tiny breathless scream as she came again from the feeling as the griffon popped out. The barbs around Gilda's member had flared out when she came, Dash reaching another orgasm as they scraped her even through the torrent of thick lubrication coating her insides.

Gilda collapsed next to the pegasus, Dash's legs collapsing. She started to slide off the bed until Gilda pulled her up to hold her.

“I thought you didn't want to sit in my mess,” Dash said, panting and out of breath. She nuzzled the griffon, their bodies both drenched with sweat.

“I guess it's my mess now too,” Gilda admitted. She smirked at Dash and hugged her tight, wrapping her back legs around her.

“That was really awesome,” Dash said, her voice muffled as she buried her face in Gilda's feathers. “I can't even feel anything down there. It's just tingly and warm and good.”

“You're gonna be bucking sore in the morning,” Gilda said. “You're probably all scraped up inside.”

“That's future Dash's problem. Right now I'm busy enjoying it.”

Author's Note

Next Chapter: She was right. It's Future Dash's problem. Damn you, Past Dash!

They're in their late teens at this point. Just imagine whatever the age of consent is in your local area and we'll run with that.