Fluffy feathers or: An unashamed Twida ship
A shadowy figure flitted silently through the crystalline castle halls, stealthily approaching the door to the castle library. Creeping up, she nudged the door open with her beak before slipping inside, shutting the door without a sound. The sound of a rustling paper made her tense, before quickly scaling the wall. Leaping from the second story with a quick flap she grabbed the rafters with powerful claws and scrambled up. She looked down from rom her perch in center of the room, her beak parting in a grin.
“There she is,” Gilda purred to herself. Her heart hammered as her predator’s instincts pumped adrenaline through her brain. She narrowed her amber eyes, watching her prey from the shadows of a high archway, talons tapping with impatience, clawing at the crystal beneath her.
The princess was in her library, studying a strange blue book with an intense look. Engrossed in her reading, she was completely unaware of the griffin watching her from on high, preparing to pounce. The predator waited silently, her tail flicking back and forth in anticipation. She held her breath, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
There, the princess was turning a page, the whisper of paper against parchment enough to cover the griffin’s strike. She leaped with padded feet, flaring her wings and gliding downward with silent and deadly precision. “Ha HA! Gilda crowed victoriously as she snatched the book out of the alicorn’s magical grip. “Try and catch me, princess!”
“Gildaaa!” Twilight shouted after her, scrambling to her hooves, “You bring that book back right this instant!” Wings flaring, she stormed after the flying griffin. “You’re in big trouble, kitten!”
“Gotta catch me first, dweeb!” Gilda shot back, blowing a raspberry at the pursuing alicorn.
“That’s ‘princess dweeb’ to you!” Twilight retorted as she took to the air to continue her pursuit, “Or mistress!” She banked hard around a corner, her hooves sliding across the crystal floors as they lost traction, sending her slamming into the wall. She bounced up, glaring up at the smug, hovering bird-cat, before chasing after her, trying to keep the griffin in sight as she flew off. “I’m going to punish you so hard!”
A cackling laugh drifted back to her as Gilda beat a hasty retreat, knocking over a small table stacked with knickknacks with her tail, barring the purple pony’s path. “Gilda!” Twilight slid to a stop in time to avoid crashing into the mess. “You are in sooooo much trouble missy!”
Gilda put on an extra burst of speed, beating Twilight to the bedroom and slamming the doors shut behind her. She threw herself back against the doors and chuckled, her heart thudding in her chest as she clutched the book to herself. Looking down, Gilda smirked at the title: Domination: the Ins and Outs of Being a Good Dom. “Good luck getting your book back, nerd!” A sudden flash of light caused her to squawk and cover her eyes, and a second later she saw an irate Twilight Sparkle standing less than a hooflength away. An uneasy smile crossed her face “Oh, heh, right. Magic.”
A purple aura grabbed Gilda by the ankles, effortlessly flipping her onto her back on the bedroom’s plush carpet, the book held suspended in the air as it floated toward Twilight. The book opened and began to turn the pages as Twilight hummed to herself thoughtfully. Gilda struggled vainly as she tried to escape from her purple mistress’s bonds.
“Ah ha!” Twilight said jabbing at a page in the book “What to do when your pet acts in defiance and how to fix their behavior,” she read the page before nodding to herself, levitating the book to her bookshelf.
“Alright, let’s start with that,” She said simply before jerking Gilda to her.
The griffin let out a squawk as the magic tugged her backwards, reeling her in until she lay on the ground just before the princess. Twilight pounced forward, pinning the griffin with a hoof on her chest and her wings fluttering uselessly against the ground. She grinned deviously. “You are in so much trouble.” She planted a kiss on her lover’s beak.
Gilda laughed, bopping the princess’ nose with a talon. “You’re way too cute to be intimidating.”
Twilight’s nose scrunched up in a little pout as she leaned into Gilda’s face. “I’ll show you who’s too cute,” She narrowed her eyes as the griffin smirked. Twilight held the gaze for a second, a smile twitching at the edge of her mouth before she gave a soft giggle, leaning back and glaring playfully. Her voice turned low and seductive, “I’ll show you just how bad I can be.”
“Bad at talking dirty,” Gilda snarked, her talons latched onto Twilight’s barrel as she jerked forward to nip at her ear. Twilight shuddered before pressing down harder with her hoof, a quick surge of magic kept her kitten’s claws by her side as Twilight shook her head. She smirked; it was always the same with her little canary. A show of defiance to get herself punished, a dance Twilight knew all too well.
“Oh, you’re just asking for it, aren’t you, kitten?” Gilda squawked as Twilight’s magic forced her beak open and grabbed ahold of her tongue. She leaned down and laid a brief peck on her beak. “Let me remind you how this works,” she said with a breathy whisper, tugging lightly on the tongue as she kissed the bridge between the beak and face, Gilda going cross-eyed to see before she forced her to look her straight in the eyes. “I talk, you obey. The better you behave, the better you get to feel,” She purred, planting another kiss on the griffin’s forehead. “See love?”
Gilda cooed happily at the attention. Her chest rumbled with a happy purr, earning her a giggle from Twilight. “Don’t get comfortable yet, kitten. I’ve only just started.” Her horn flashed, and Gilda suddenly found herself adorned with a thick black collar, the end of its chain wrapped securely around Twilight’s forehoof. With a tug, the alicorn prompted her pet to stand, rolling to her stomach first before pushing herself up onto her paws.
“Kinky,” The griffin said, after finding she was able to speak again.
Twilight smacked the back of her head with a wing, not hard, but enough to chasten. “We need to do something about that rebellious mouth of yours, kitten. Fortunately, I have just the thing!” Another flash of magic materialized a series of straps and metal bits, which Twilight levitated in front of the griffin’s head. “Open up!”
Gilda obediently did as ordered, opening wide as her mouth was invaded by a short metal bar that pinned down her tongue and kept her beak from closing all the way. Glida clamped her beak against the cool metal, testing it as Twi continued. A couple of straps closed around the top and bottom of her beak, keeping the bit firmly in place, while others went over and around her head before locking together in the back. Two squeezed into her cheeks, while the other ran up between her eyes and split her crest right at the top of her head. Twilight giggled at the effect and Gilda glared at her, trying to puff herself up indignantly but the effect was ruined by the way her feathers parted widely around the strap atop her head. She tried to utter some choice words, but the gag was effective and reduced her snide comments to mere grunts.
Twilight could not help but laugh at her antics. “You know,” She said with a giggle “If you were a pony, I could find other ways to put your mouth to good use, but your beak is just pointy for my sensitive mare parts!” She patted her head and kissed her cheek, “But at least now you can’t talk as much!”
Gilda rolled her eyes, raising her claw in a rude gesture as she smirked as best she could around her gag, eyes filled with a challenge for more. Twilight countered with a smug expression then grabbed the collar with her magic and forced the griffin’s head into the carpet. Her magic allowed the chain to phase through the floor and lock her in place.
“There, there,” Twilight said, patting Gilda’s head as she tried futilely to push herself back up off the floor, “You should know better than to treat your princess that way.”
Prancing around the prone griffin, she grabbed her tail in a violet aura, tugging on it so that Gilda was forced to raise her haunches and stand on her hind paws. Twilight nodded approvingly. The position left Gilda in a stance where it looked like she was bowing deeply but with her ass raised, offering to be taken.
“I like this position,” Twilight said, giving the rump an appreciative look. Gilda grumbled into the carpet, embarrassment heating her face and moistening her loins. Twilight kept ahold of her magic, ensuring that Gilda could not lower her butt as she reached up a hoof to caress her soft flank. Gilda moaned and Twilight released her magical hold. “See, this feels good, doesn’t it?” Twilight said, drawing gentle circles over Gilda’s haunches.
Gilda mumbled something into her gag that sounded vaguely like “Yes princess.”
Twilight grinned. “Excellent! Now be a good kitten and stay just like this, okay? I want to see your cute little butt at all times!” Gilda groaned but wiggled her ass teasingly. “Perfect,” Twilight said, summoning a faux-leather paddle from thin air.
Holding it in her magic, Twilight slowly caressed Gilda’s flank, letting her figure out what was about to happen for herself. At first Gilda made happy sounds as the cool surface pleasantly stroked her backside. She soon squealed, however, as Twilight flicked it with her magic, slapping Gilda’s flank lightly. Realization registered across Gilda’s face, and she turned her huge, golden eyes back on Twilight pleadingly.
“Nope!” Twilight smirked happily, “You aren’t getting out of this one! You knew what you were doing when you took my book!” Gilda groaned and closed her eyes, nodding. She had set herself up for it. This had been the point, of course. But honestly, Twilight liked spanking her way too much! She probably would have done it without an excuse! Resigned to her fate, Gilda lifted her tail and stood firm. “Very good, kitten,” Twilight praised, poising the paddle for a more serious smack. “Here we go!”
Gilda groaned loudly as the paddle impacted against her vulnerable flesh. She hopped up onto the tips of her claws briefly before returning to a more neutral position. A shudder ran through her body and her wings shot straight out. Her forearms instinctively reached to cover her ass, but she managed to keep them safely at her side. She moaned as the paddle lightly caressed her rump where it had struck her, then it was lifted away and she braced for another strike.
The second strike was not as hard, but it definitely stung more as it landed exactly where the first one had. The third strike aimed lower, crossing her thighs. Twilight continued the spanking, shifting the paddle to strike one side, then the other. She kept Gilda guessing, alternating randomly between her left flank, right flank and both at once. Gilda whimpered at the treatment, wiggling her butt helplessly as her wings fluttered uselessly at her side. She rolled her eyes back to see what Twilight was doing, to try to predict the next strike, but the angle was difficult and her own arousal-locked wings blocked her view.
As she went, Twilight also got more creative. Besides altering the locations, she also changed the power of her strikes randomly. Sometimes, she would just lightly tap Gilda’s right flank, before laying a powerful smack against the left a second later. Others she would set Gilda up with several powerful strikes in a row, only to surprise her with a soft tap somewhere else that made her jump in anticipation. She also landed a few carefully aimed hits between her legs, striking the insides of Gilda’s thighs and once landing a powerful stroke directly over her wet pussy.
Gilda moaned loudly, and tried to close her legs, but a quick adjustment with Twilight’s magic forced them open again. Giggling, Twilight landed another stroke against her pussy, delighting in the wet-sounding splat it made. The griffin was definitely aroused. Experience told her that the sounds Gilda made were from pleasure, albeit a painful kind, rather than true agony. She payed careful attention as always, pushing the griffin right up to her limit and no farther.
Finally, Twilight decided she had had enough. Gilda was still able to stand, albeit shakily. Twilight smirked in satisfaction as her legs trembled, causing the tight flesh of her ass to quiver slightly. The skin was beginning to take on a slightly pink hue beneath the sandy colored fur. Her tail flicked restlessly, and Twilight could smell the musky scent coming from her hindquarters.
“Are you doing alright, kitten?” Twilight asked, nuzzling Gilda’s shoulder. The griffin nodded weakly. “Good. I think you’ll like this next part better.” With a hum, she returned to her position behind Gilda’s raised flank.
“You know,” she said, “Those Talons of yours are actually quite fascinating. Similar to the hands minotaurs have, or Spike’s foreclaws. I mean, I wouldn’t trade magic for them, but they beat out hooves any day.” She giggled, “I never would have guessed how useful hands could be before I stumbled through that mirror though. Oh, the amazing things you can do with them!” She flashed her horn, and a pair of ghostly hands materialized in the air above Gilda’s flank. They were solid to the touch, but semitransparent, and they matched the color of Twilight’s magic.
“Allow me to demonstrate.” At her bidding, the two hands descended on Gilda’s flank, gently stroking their fingers through her fur. Gilda moaned and arched her back, stretching into the massage like any common house cat. The digits were cool and smooth to the touch, soothing the abused flesh of her ass. At her positive reaction, they put on some pressure, firmly kneading her ass to relax the swelling muscles. Twilight had once stumbled across a book on bipedal massage techniques, and she applied what she had learned expertly.
As the hands did their work, Twilight reared up on her hind legs and with a flap of her wings lowered herself over Gilda’s raised flank, mounting her like a stallion would mount a mare. She giggled as she rested her elbows on Gilda’s lower back, holding her muzzle in her hooves. “I love you,” She said, extending her wings to tickle Gilda’s sides. Her purple feathers brushed over her outstretched ribs, making the griffin squeal and her own wings shoot straight out. Twilight giggled at the instinctive mating display, adjusting her wings to tickle the sensitive spot just below Gilda’s. The griffin squirmed at the merciless assault, her ass grinding into Twilight’s stomach and her tail flicking against the mare’s legs.
Twilight cooed happily, leaning forward and wrapping her forehooves around Gilda’s waist in an awkwardly angled hug. She nuzzled into the soft fur of her back as her hooves brushed over Gilda’s taut belly. The griffin shuddered as the pony’s hooves trailed over her hardened teats. Twilight didn’t stop there though. While one hoof remained to toy with the griffin’s sensitive nipples, the other trailed down to her moist slit. She stroked it lightly, feeling gratified at how wet the fur of her foreleg got at the contact.
Gilda whimpered at the contact, and Twilight felt her chest rumble as the griffin’s legs trembled beneath her. Her rear claws extended involuntarily and she found herself pawing at the carpet, shifting her weight between her legs as her arousal grew. Her tail whipped back and forth, then wrapped around Twilight’s waist, eliciting a cute giggle. “Daww, you love me best, don’t you?” She cooed. Gilda nodded as well as she could, earning another adorable round of laughter from her mistress.
Twilight hummed happily, circling her hoof to tease Gilda even more. She slipped the tip inside. It did not get far, but it was enough to send the griffin’s backside into spasms, nearly bucking Twilight off. “W-woah!” She gasped, laughing, “I guess you’re really getting into it!” Gilda smirked, her tail flicking around and drawing up between the mare’s legs. Twilight gasped as the feathery tip kissed her own aroused pussy.
“A-ahn! Hey, I-I’m the dom here!” She protested, squeezing her hind legs together. “Ah!” She squealed as Gilda flicked her tail again, which was trapped between Twilight’s legs. With a flash, Twilight vanished, reappearing a moment later a few hooves behind the griffin, out of reach of her tail. “No more miss nice filly!” Laughing maniacally, she threw her head back and summoned a dozen more hands to tease her lover.
Gilda squealed in shock as the hands descended on her, seemingly touching her everywhere at once. The two that were massaging her flank were joined by another pair, which poked and prodded her sore behind while the original two continued to knead the sore flesh pleasantly. A few latched onto her wings, holding them stretched out so more of them could access the pleasure nodes hidden beneath the twitching feathers. Still more stroked up and down her sides, randomly switching between tickling and a gently caress that reduced her senses to static. Finally, a pair of them reached her underbelly, pinching and tweaking at her teats mercilessly.
The hands were relentless, poking, pinching, rubbing and prodding every pleasure center they could reach, tickling one moment, caressing another. Twilight orchestrated it all, with the same skill as she did everything, turning Gilda to quivering putty beneath her ministrations. Barely able to contain a smirk, Twilight sat back and watched her hands work her lover over, eliciting an endless series of pleading, desperate moans from her gagged beak.
The sensation was overwhelming, and Gilda felt herself sagging, her hind legs turning to jelly and sliding across the floor. With a huff she collapsed onto her stomach, her legs splayed behind her. “Ah-ah-ah,” Twilight said, “Naughty kitten, I told you to keep that ass lifted.” One of the hands grabbed Gilda’s tail, hoisting her back to her paws, while another flew off to retrieve the paddle. Returning, it flicked the paddle against Gilda’s flank, eliciting another moan. The other hands avoided the strike deftly, then returned to what they were doing.
Twilight had to bite her lip as she watched the show. Her own hind legs had collapsed beneath her, and she found herself sitting on her butt. She could smell her own arousal mixing with the scent of Gilda’s, and absently lowered a hoof to tease her own slit. She could not take any more, she had to get in on the action.
With a flare of her horn, Twilight instantly reorganized the hands around Gilda’s flank. A few grabbed her tail, holding it up and out of the way, while most of them latched onto her hind legs and ankles, spreading them to the point that Gilda was forced to stand on the tips of her toes. The first pair of hands remained on her ass, rubbing it down with their palms as they gradually moved closer together. Twilight got to her hooves just as they met, extending their thumbs to draw open Gilda’s pussy lips. The griffin gasped, breathing heavily as they slowly spread her pussy to give Twilight a full view of the sensitive pink flesh within.
Twilight took up position behind her lover, breathing in the heady scent of her arousal. She was close enough that her breath teased the fur nearby, and she could see the muscles twitch involuntarily as the flow of air caressed her sensitive insides. Gilda moaned loudly, but that only encouraged the mare. With another deep breath, she leaned forward, pressing her muzzle directly into the griffin’s quivering pussy. Gilda screamed into the gag as Twilight’s wet snout made contact, and if it weren’t for the magical hands keeping her in place she would have collapsed again.
Slowly, deliberately, Twilight parted her lips, prodding at the warm, wet folds with her tongue. The muscles twitched against her taste buds, and she giggled, drawing her tongue back with a slow, agonizing lick. Gilda’s thighs twitched against her cheek, and she felt her legs and tail fighting the ethereal grip of her magic, but she did not let up. Instead she redoubled her efforts, sticking her tongue out and practically lapping up the precum that was dripping from Gilda’s hole.
She drank like a mare possessed, teasing forth more juice with the desperation of a pony who has spent several days in the desert. She heard the moans and whimpers that escaped Gilda’s throat, the sounds of wings flapping wildly, of claws tearing at her carpet uncontrollably. She relished in it all, as she drove Gilda positively wild with the expectation of the pleasure to come.
Finally, she pulled away, greedily swallowing a mouthful of the griffin’s juices. With a wave of her horn, Gilda’s gag vanished. “Sing for me, little bird. I want you to beg me for release.”
Gilda gasped loudly, working her newly freed beak and tongue for a moment before she could speak. Finally, she said hoarsely, “B-bird? I thought I was your little kitten- ah!” Her remark was ruined by the sensation of Twilight’s tongue against her pussy. Gilda screamed as Twilight sucked on the little nub, teasing it with her tongue and her lips as she sucked. “A-ah! I’m s-sorry, princess! P-please, let me c-cum!”
“That’s better,” Twilight hummed, pulling away and nuzzling Gilda’s inner thigh. She lit up her horn, covering it with a spell that would dull its tip as well as add several other effects. “Brace yourself,” She said, prodding it against Gilda’s pussy.
Gilda squeaked, a loud, high-pitched squeal that hurt Twilight’s ears. The horn prodding her opening had so many effects on it she could not register them all. It was warm, wonderfully so, just like a real member. It sparked with magic power, shocking her in a way that did not hurt, but sent spasms through her desperate pussy. And it vibrated! Just the barest touch made her buck against her restraints and immediately begin dripping again. “A-ah, it feels so good, princess!”
“Whatever you do,” Twilight said, teasing her opening with her horn’s tip, “Don’t cum.”
“W-what!? But princess-”
“Don’t do it!” Twilight ordered, suddenly shoving her horn deep inside.
Gilda shrieked, all the muscles from her waist down seizing up in pleasure. Her wings shot out and her tongue dangled lifelessly from her open beak. Her eyes crossed and rolled back as she threw back her head. Twilight stayed put for a second before slowly drawing back out. She picked up a rhythm, slowly pushing in until her forehead bumped the griffin’s thighs, then drawing it back out at the same agonizing pace. Gilda was panting, sweating heavily. Her claws and talons were absolutely ruining the carpet, but Twilight could not care less.
“Okay,” The princess said, pausing with her horn fully inserted, “I want you to count backwards from ten. Slowly. When you reach zero, you may cum.”
“Yes, princess!” Gilda gasped, “Thank you! T-ten… nine… s-seven-”
“Stop!” Twilight cried. She summoned one of the hands from Gilda’s tail, hovering it in front of the griffin’s face to wave a finger admonishingly. “If you mess up you have to start over,” Twilight said, continuing to thrust in and out. She brought the hand back around, situating it above her head with its finger prodding at the area around Gilda’s butthole. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?” She said, thrusting in all the way at the same time as the hand shoved its finger deep inside Gilda’s ass.
“AAAAH!” Gilda cried, the pleasure almost too much to bear. A tear welled up in her big, golden eye. “N-no princess! I’m sorry, it won’t happen again!” She whimpered as Twilight and the finger entered a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of her holes alternately. Her breath was heavy and ragged, but she managed to pull herself together to start the countdown. “Ten… n-nine… eight… seven… six… four?”
“No!” Twilight declared, hilting into Gilda, “Again!”
Gilda whimpered, unable to bear the agony of the cresting orgasm. She blinked, and was unable to keep a tear from dripping down her face at the effort of holding back her orgasm. “O-okay. Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two… one-ah! No!” She screamed as Twilight withdrew from her pussy, as did the hand, suddenly leaving both holes empty. “No! No! No!” Gilda cried as her orgasm began to fade, leaving her feeling as empty as her pussy. “Twilight, please, you can’t! I was so close!”
Twilight smirked, trotting around to Gilda’s face. She looked down on the trapped griffin, meeting her desperate eyes. “I think you meant to call me ‘princess,’ kitten,” She said with exaggerated sweetness. A drip of precum fell from her horn, landing on Gilda’s beak. “And your princess,” She continued, ignoring the mess on her face, “Has decided that her kitten should be the one to please her before being allowed to get off herself.”
“What?” Gilda protested, “But-”
“Your little display had made me super horny, kitten,” Twilight pouted, turning around and waving her flank in Gilda’s face. “You wouldn’t leave your mistress in such a miserable state while you got pleasured, would you?” She looked back with wide eyes, bottom lip trembling. Gilda groaned in agony, and Twilight grinned. With a flick of her horn she banished the ghostly hands. “Flip over onto your back.”
With a moan, Gilda slowly complied, flapping her wings awkwardly as she tried to twist around with her neck still held to the floor by her collar. It took a moment, but soon she was on her back at Twilight’s hooves, wings spread limply underneath her. Her hind legs instinctively curled up, crossing together to guard her incredibly sensitive pussy, but her wrists and ankles both were grasped by Twilight’s magic and drawn apart, stretching her out into an X before securing them with magic chains that, like her leash, phased through the floor.
“There we go,” Twilight said, stepping forward to straddle the supine griffin, her hind legs hovering right over Gilda’s beak. She summoned a large rubber dildo, bright pink, and covered with thick veins. It was easily bigger than the average stallion’s. She hovered it over to Gilda’s mouth. “Open up. I’d let you use your tongue, but your beak it too sharp, so you’ll have to make do.” Gilda opened her mouth obediently, and Twilight placed the end of the dildo firmly in her grip before using magic to position the flared tip against her own lips. “Oh, I guess you’ll need all the leverage you can get,” She said, unlocking the collar keeping Gilda’s head on the floor. Finally free, the griffin was able to thrust her head forward to insert the dildo between Twilight’s pussy lips.
The alicorn gasped as the massive rubber member was thrust into her cunt. Her wings shot open and her legs felt shaky. As much as she liked to play the tough girl as a dom, she had nowhere near the stamina of an active griffin like Gilda. She moaned loudly, leaning forward and lifting her tail for the griffin to get a better angle.
As aroused as she was, she still had the presence of mind to try and prolong the pleasure by distracting her partner. Balancing on a shaky forehoof, she raised the other to begin stroking the griffin’s teats. Gilda whimpered past the dildo, her body shuddering from the oversensitivity of her near orgasm. Her legs twitched against her bonds.
Twilight smirked. She knew that until she gave her permission, Gilda would do everything in her power not to cum, no matter how much she may have wanted it. It was in her nature to face every challenge with every scrap of determination she could manage. Twilight turned that to her advantage, turning her game into a competition to see who could make the other cum first. Abandoning the hoof, she lowered herself down until she could touch the griffin’s taut belly with her muzzle, then extended her tongue and licked at her erect nipples. Gilda moaned as she realized what was happening and redoubled her efforts.
The dildo was quickly soaked with Twilight’s juices, enough so that the slick fluid dribbled down into Gilda’s throat. She swallowed around the phallic intruder, and the motion caused the dildo to tremble a little bit, adding a minor vibrator effect that made Twilight’s legs weak.
Twilight’s smug expression cracked as another pre-orgasmic tremor shook her body. Despite all her teasing, it seemed increasingly likely that she would be the first to cum. How embarrassing. She leaned down to capture one of Gilda’s teats between her lips, suckling on it desperately and teasing it with her tongue. She felt the griffin writhe desperately under her, but the motion only caused the dildo in her pussy to thrust even more wildly, nearly sending her over the edge right then.
Twilight switched teats, using her hoof to continue teasing the one she had abandoned. She tried to use her wings to tease her lover’s pussy, but they were still uselessly stiff. She moaned in desperation as Gilda pulled the massive dildo all the way out, and then drove it back in to the hilt. The orgasm hit Twilight like a train, and she just barely maintained the presence of mind to force her trembling legs to gently lower her to lie on her lover’s warm belly, rather than crashing down in a way that would hurt them both. She sighed in contented exhaustion as more of her cum slipped out past the dildo, dripping down its length onto Gilda’s neck and face and into her mouth. Her hind legs twitched as her cunt throbbed around the faux member, her hind legs splayed uselessly behind her, framing Gilda’s cum stained face. Her eyes felt heavy, and her head drooped, sitting comfortably on the griffin’s soft belly. All she really wanted was to sleep.
“Twiiiliiiight,” Gilda whined, pulling the dildo free and spitting it aside, “Come on, don’t leave me hanging, girl! Don’t be a dweeb!”
Twilight raised her forehoof numbly, acknowledging Gilda’s complaint. She tried to stand, but was unable to get her hind legs to obey her in her post-coital exhaustion. Instead she blindly reached for the discarded dildo with her magic, slowly levitating it around until it was right in front of her face and pointing straight at Gilda’s twat. With a thought she imbued it with a powerful vibration spell and pressed it against her lover’s opening.
Gilda moaned as her pussy easily accepted the humming member. Twilight’s juices had lubed it up well, and her own arousal made the job even easier. The flared head passed into her easily, quickly filling her up and buzzing against her most sensitive spots.
“Y-yes! Finally!” Gilda exclaimed as Twilight set up a steady rhythm of thrusts, thoroughly pleasing her friend as efficiently as possible. She had no energy left to tease. Gilda had been through a lot already, and she definitely deserved her orgasm by then. Keeping the dildo in motion, she extended her tongue, lapping at the outer folds of her pussy and teasing her budding clit.
“Oooh, don’t stop,” Gilda moaned, her hind legs kicking weakly in their chains. She cast her head from side to side as the rest of her body was held in place by her bindings and the weight of Twilight’s body. “Oh, yes! Thank you, Twilight!” She screamed as she finally came, her whole body tensing up. She panted as she rode out her orgasm, hips bucking involuntarily into Twilight’s muzzle. It seemed to last for eternity, but finally she came down from it, falling limp and exhausted against the floor. She lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling hers and Twilight’s breathing humming in her chest. There was a flash of light and a clatter of chains, and suddenly her limbs were free.
Gilda panted softly, stretching her unbound limbs before rolling herself over, grabbing Twilight and cuddling her close to her chest. Twilight squeaked briefly in tired surprise but quieted down with a yawning huff, nuzzling into her bigger lover as large wings covered her completely. A soft coo rumbled from Gilda’s chest as she nuzzled the top of her lover’s head, her paws caressing Twilight’s sides as the little pony groaned in delight. She peered at her princess’s wings; a few feathers were out of place, she would have to preen them for her later. With a happy chirp Gilda settled down as the purple pony lay limp in her arms.
Twilight wiggled weakly in her grasp, opening one narrowed eye to glare at her. “Gildaaa,” She pouted, “I’m the one who’s supposed to look after you…” she rested her muzzle on Gilda’s chest staring tiredly at her.
A cocky grin spread across the griffin’s beak as she shrugged, releasing the pony from her claws and wings. Twilight stared at her and tried to stand up only to slump back down with a displeased grumble. Chuckling Gilda wrapped her back up and softly nipped at Twilight’s ears before softly cooing into them.
“You got a long way to go before you can recover like I can, dweeb.”
Twilight snorted, closing her eyes. She nuzzled into Gilda’s chest as the griffin held her close, the two drifting off to sleep together.
