Frayed Feathers and Scales

Gilda sipped her coffee, humming to herself as she flipped through the paper. She stopped and poked her head up, looking around. It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Where was Spike?

A series of crashes and loud bangs made Gilda jump, her wings appearing and flaring out, before she sighed, her wings disappearing.

"Horse feathers..."

There he is.

She set down her paper and coffee, stretching out, before asking, "Spike, what are you doing?"

"Gabby is coming over, so I'm making breakfast for her." Spike spoke out, making Gilda poke her head up, giving him a curious look. "She's a griffin blood, like you! Though, she isn't the bodyguard type, like yourself?"

Gilda gave a swell of pride, puffing her chest out a bit, before giving him a confused look as he hummed, wiggling his hips back and forth. "What are you making, anyway?"

"Oh, just some pancakes, hay bacon, and...gem pancakes, for myself."

"Ah...so, what is this Gabby like?"

"Oh, Gabby?" He turned to her, wearing his cute, pink, frilly apron. Her heart gave a soft, warm feeling at the sight, before he continued, "She is a griffin. Fit, likes to run and whenever she visits Ponyville, she always drops by to see me. She has blue eyes, a sort of arctic bluish hair and wing color...beautiful blue eyes, and is really warm and bubbly towards people."

Gilda stared at Spike as his eyes glazed over, before he shook his head, looking at Gilda, giving a soft smile. "Anyway, no need to worry about her, she is a mail griffin, not like she is gonna kidnap me."

Gilda's eyes narrowed as an icy pang of jealousy stabbed into her heart. Why? It wasn't like Spike was gonna leave her or anything...and she hardly knew the woman, why would she, Gilda griffin, be jealous?

She was afraid he might abandon her. Not that he would, but that tiny voice in her head whispered soft, sweet, little monstrous thoughts into her head. The same ones where she was so rude to that pink haired woman. The same thoughts that caused a rift between Rainbow Dash and her. The same thoughts that told her to kick the teeth out of the would be kidnappers.

Well...with that last one, she didn't mind it so much.

That is when Spike cut off her thoughts, speaking, "Of course, if you aren't comfortable, I could reschedule with Gabby and wait until Twilight gets back." He said, looking up at her with those soft emerald eyes of his.

Her heart melted and that little voice was crushed under a mental fist of hers. There is absolutely no way she would let it dictate her actions here. She smiled at him and rustled his cute, green hair. "Nah, it'll be fine, little dude. Besides, I am your girlfriend, you'll have to do a lot better than that to get rid of me!"

He only rolled his eyes and kept stirring the batter, though gave a smile at her when she leant down to give him a peck on the cheek. Gildas and Gabby's pancakes were already done, but Spike had to work extra hard on his, it possessing gems and all. There was a knocking at the palace doors, making Spike look at Gilda. "Do you wanna stir this while I answer the door?"

"Nah." Gilda held her hand out and gave him a small smile, then continued, "It's your breakfast, man, I'll answer the door and bring her inside."

Gilda turned and walked away, hearing Spike hum a soft little tune, before cracking her knuckles. This Gabby woman sounded dangerous if Spike thought of her so highly, and she knows how much it could hurt when someone you think you know betrays you.

Of course, she brought that onto herself, but who remembers that sort of stuff? She does, apparently, and she disliked where that thought was going. She crammed it into the corner of her mind and walked to the front door.

She opened the door to quite a sight. A cute griffin girl, a head smaller than Gilda, with hair and eyes that perfectly was perfectly described. What Spike forgot to mention was just how cute the lady was. She had the perfect mixture of muscle and fat, her breasts were just a size larger than Gildas, and her rump was definitely plump and squishy. She seemed more of a runner than a boxer, judging by her thick thighs.

"Uh...you must be Gabby, right?"

The smaller griffin smiles up at her, holding a hand out with a free hand, the other holding an umbrella. Gilda took her hand and shook it, staring at the smiling mail griffin.

"Heya Gilda! Congrats on the relationship with Spike!" Gilda's eyes widened in surprise, staring at her. How could she know... "Spike told me last letter! Of course, I was hoping he'd find someone big and strong to protect him."

Gildas jaw worked uselessly as she tried to get a word out, moving out of the way for Gabby. "Well...welcome inside." Gilda mumbled out, watching Gabby's booty as she walked by.

Gilda looked at her own back, a soft thought worming its way into her head, 'Maybe Spike likes big butts...'

"Gabby!"

"Spike!"

Gilda walked over to the kitchen, coming across a cute sight; Gabby grabbed Spike and lifted him up into the air, both of them giggling like little school children. Their cheeks rubbed into each other, rubbing and brushing together as they giggled.

Gildas heart melted at the sight, the woman scratching Spikes scalp as she passed, Gabby putting him down. "Pancakes? With hay bacon?"

"Well, it is early in the morning, I thought you didn't have breakfast." Spike mumbled out, like a shy little kid who had been asked who they liked. "And Gilda hasn't had breakfast yet."

"And I need my coffee." She mumbled out, grasping two mugs. She then looked as Gabby, "Coffee?"

"Oh, no, tea is just fine for me." Gabby said as she rustled Spikes hair. "Already had coffee today, anymore and I'll become Pinkie Pie."