“Ow!” Gilda yelped as the blue dragon behind her rubbed her left cheek. “Come on frog! Have some light fingers would you. That shit stings.”

Ember huffed a puff of smoke in irritation and continued applying the salve less delicately than before. “If I was a frog… I would be able to clean you up easier. But as you can tell, I have claws,” she continued as she slapped more on. “Which are much less pleasant than a slimy amphibian. Besides, you griffons are a lot softer than dragons are…”

“Now that’s just racists.” Gilda stated.

RACIST?! Ember fumed in her head. Says the griffon who’s calling me a frog!

Ember thought Gilda had to have meant that as a joke, but as she looked up at the creature that lied before her, she seemed all too serious. Maybe she just enjoys being a total bitch like the rest of her kind.

No matter how the dragon princess felt about most of the griffon species attitude, Gilda needed her help. Her bruises and wounds were terrible and if Ember had left her there, she would be vulnerable to yet another attack and probably wouldn’t have been able to make it back up to Griffonstone. Ember was never one to turn down someone in need simply over race, though it was turning out Gilda fit most of the sour clichés and was starting to regret taking her back. I guess she did just get gang raped by a few of our kind… so there isn’t any reason to hold her words against her.

“You have to understand that not all dragons are like that.” Ember boldly decided to explain.

“Yeah, you know. Just only like, ninety percent of them.” Gilda shot back.

Ember let out a meek laughter—unable to deny the truth. “Well, I’m trying to change that. I really do think it’s awful what they did to you. My kind have primitive views… many of them aren’t taking to my new rules.”

“Sure princess. Whatever. Doesn’t really matter anyway, so don’t beat yourself up over it.”

Ember was shocked at the griffon. With both the fact that she seemed to give a hint she cared about anyone else but herself, and the fact she was attempting to be completely un-phased by what had just happened to her back at the lava pockets. “I mean… really? Two dragon cocks just ravaged your body and you nearly died in hot lava and you say: ‘Doesn’t really matter,’”

“Sounds like a good way to spend my Friday night, ha ha! Besides—I may bruise easier than you guys, but I’m still hard to break. I’m already recovering like a champ.” Gilda chuckled.

“You're serious, aren’t you? The fact you just got raped doesn’t bother you?”

“What bothers me is those punks got a taste of Gilda they didn’t deserve. I mean look at this shit!” She gestured to the rounded ass Ember was treating. Very modest of you… Ember thought.

“They took an unfair advantage. But what? The rape? Nah… sex is sex, right? Rape ain’t ok, but if you let it ruin yourself than you’re just stupid.”

“That’s kind of a cynical way of looking at it…”

“Oh come on Ember! If someone punched you, would you let it get to ya?”

“I guess not but—”

“But rape is no different. It’s assault. It isn’t or shouldn’t be allowed, but if you treat it like something worse than it is, than all you do is turn yourself into a pussy.” Ember shrugged, giving up on trying to reason with her. She didn’t find herself agreeing with the skewed way Gilda seemed to perceive it all, but she obviously wasn’t one to swayed.

“And don’t you dare make a cat joke…”

Ember snorted in amusement. She was just glad that Gilda seemed ok and wasn’t going to hold it against the other dragons.

Gilda balled her talons and slammed her fist into the ground in pain. Ember chuckled and continued working it into the scratched lion plot. Her brown fur glistened from the oily substance, bringing a more visible shape to the griffons toned thighs. They were perfectly chiseled out from long hours of exercise and were something which Ember thought Gilda should be proud of. Her curiosity got the best of her and she allowed her hand to travel just outside the gouges in her flesh and feel the surrounding muscle.

“Who were those two anyway? You sound like you know ‘em.” Gilda asked.

“Cat and Eugene? Haha yeah, I knew those scum. They were—”
“Wait, wait, wait… Eugene?” Gilda interrupted.

“Yeah. The purple one. Likes to call himself Violet-Vice, but no one around here took to it. It’s a Corny name if you ask me; just a prick trying to sound badass. The two of them were always causing problems around here, but when I enacted strict laws after taking the throne they thought they were too good for us. They ended up killing one of our own and I threw them in a cell for it.”

Gilda let out a growl as Ember passed over her wounds one last time.

“That should do it. Turn the cheek and let me see your other side.”

The griffon grumbled in response and flopped her rump over. Ember couldn’t help but stare at Gilda’s wide feline legs. The way they naturally contracted and maneuvered was nothing like what a pair of dragon legs possessed, and the princess found them eye-catching. The beastly lizards were rock solid creatures with virtually no cushioning, so something as soft as a griffon seemed to refresh Ember. As Gilda readjusted her position on the padded floor pillows the dragon caught a glance behind her tail and saw a moisture sparkle. While it did excite her ever so slightly, it didn’t surprise her. She could smell Gilda’s desire the entire time she had been cleaning up the griffon’s wounds—even through the powerful dragon salve’s scent. She satisfyingly glopped the mending cream onto her rump with a little force, knowing it would bring an animalistic sound from the Griffon. The mystery was which end would protest? The lion or the eagle?

Gilda let out a loud screech of discomfort. “Now that was intentional…” she grumbled. “Stop being a tease and finish up already.”

The eagle Ember snidely thought. She repeated the process on the right side like she had done to the left. First she allowed the wound to soak in the ointment and apply a healthy amount, next she would begin rubbing it into the torn flesh (of course taking an excessive amount of time to enjoy herself,) and lastly the caretaker would allow it to sit and air.

“So why is that other dragon named Cat than? Is he known for going around raping Griffons or something?” Ember amusingly snickered at Gilda’s words and began rubbing in the medicine.

“I didn’t think about it that way…”

“Oh really?”

“Nah, that sadistic little fuck liked to find strays and eat them. Had a twisted appetite for kittens.” Gilda’s stomach churned at the thought and she found herself more horrified than she would have been if he had gotten his name from griffon raping. “Some dragons can’t speak. Born without it. It’s not too common now and days but it’s an old trait some of us still have so… we all just called him Cat cause it fit… I guess in a disturbing way all things considered, but it fit.”

Gilda’s thighs tensed as Ember approached her anus. The claw marks on her right had gone down a little farther than the ones on the left and it made it hard for the griffon to concentrate. Ember took notice and slid her way back up to playfully tease her. At this point, she was probably done with the application, but she was enjoying herself and didn’t feel like stopping. The blue dragon pressed her hand into the wound and began deeply rubbing—bringing impatient growls from Gilda. As much as she protested the pain, she was enjoying it. A lion tail instinctively flicked its end into Embers nose and revealed her wet slit for a fleeting moment. Ember lustfully stole the glance and then brought her attention back to Gilda, who was clearly staring back the princess. Gilda turned her head back around, annoyed by the dragon’s antics.

“So what? You let them out on parole or something?”
“Ha! no. They ended up melting the rock that sealed the cave they were in. Took weeks for them to do it, but I guess if two dragons are determined enough… I ended up going out to track them but wasn’t having any success.”

“Until you found li’le ol me eh?” Gilda added.

“That was just luck actually. They escaped almost a month ago and I was lava-bathing in some privacy at the hot pockets.”

“Well that makes me feel special,” Gilda replied with monotone sarcasm.

“Look sour pus, this dragon salve is expensive! Made straight from a dragon brood’s regurgitated crop milk! I’m being nice enough to use it on you.”

“A what from who?!” Gilda horrifyingly questioned, pulling her body away in disgust.

“What?” Ember ignorantly wondered.

“That’s fucking gross…”

Ember shook her head. “Griffons have crotch lumps. I find that weird. Now sit your fat cat ass down and let me finish.” Gilda hesitantly sat back on the cushions, now cringing as Ember scooped more of her concoction out onto her sore behind.

“I say don’t knock a griffon’s tits until you really nock it,” Gilda stated. “Hell—I was surprised to find dragons could be so hot.”

“Is that right?” Ember slyly questioned, using the ball of her palm to knead Gilda’s wound.

The griffon closed her eyes and gripped the cushioned pillow below her arms, attempting to relax. Her rump had had just about enough, and the constant irritation was starting to eat away at her. It hurt, but it also brought a curious buzzing sensation to her skin that turned the feathered beast on like a light switch.

“You know,” Gilda began. “I don’t think you took this long with the claw marks on the back of my head.”

“Well, you wouldn’t want to have any visible scars on your thighs now would you,” Ember replied. “If I’m not thorough, they might be noticeable. There a little deeper back here.”

The dragon gave herself an imaginary pat on the back for pulling the excuse straight out of her ass. She had to admit, it sounded solid. Ember suddenly heard a gruff from one of the two guards positioned at the exit of her dimly lit room. The one right of the door was obediently staring straight at the rock wall across the room but the other had an unimpressed smirk on his face from Embers ridiculous answer.

“Excuse me?” Ember shot out at the guard, pausing her drawn-out treatment on Gilda’s plot. He wiped the smile off his face and looked at his princess. “I’ll not have two perverted males googling at our guest! How about you *men* make your way out and shut the door, huh? I’ll shout ‘bloody murder’ if I’m in danger.” The smirking guard threw his hands up and looked as if he was being falsely accused, but put up no argument as the other shoved him out of the room.

Ember turned back around to continue her fun, finding the griffon smiling back at her. She swaged her tail back and forth, high in the air and completely exposing her once hidden nethers. Ember paid close attention to withholding herself from staring while Gilda was watching.

“Smooth,” Gilda stated, knowing the princesses little game. “You know I may sound like a jock, but I’m not an idiot.”

“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about,” Ember answered hyper casually. The griffon rolled her gaze back to the cave wall and allowed Ember to continue awing at her butt—all the while keeping her tail raised high for a tease. Ember happily took the bait and bore her eyes on every detail of the slick slit in front of her. Her fur may have been thick and soft all over her legs, but it faded near her privates and left bare-pink labium. Ember’s rubbing slowed, and she began messaging the entire right thigh. Her own crotch was leaking fluid onto the blankets below her at the thought of being able to reach out and explore the fluffy soft flesh of another species.

Something about staring felt taboo and inappropriate. Not only was Ember eyeing another female, but she was also a whole other species. Very few dragons ever admitted to finding attraction to any other creatures as it was weak and foolish in the eyes of their society. Shamefully, rape was the one acceptation; like a twisted show of dominance and suppression. While the princess didn’t uphold herself to such primitive standards and horrid indulgences, the feeling of overshadowing judgment was still there.

“Are you done or something?” Gilda questioned, bringing Ember back to reality. The dragon had spaced out and stopped rubbing Gilda’s rump altogether. She gave little reaction other than a transfixed gaze into her partner's golden colored eyes. She admired the lavender accents across her feathered face and how her beak came to a sharp point. All she could think about was needing to fully plunge her claws into the splendid lion and watch that gorgeous expression twist. Ember honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had been with other dragon and never had she experienced the pleasure of another woman. The thought hadn’t crossed her mind before, but now it wouldn’t leave.

“Not quite,” Ember replied, grabbing a handful of lion flesh and squeezing powerfully.

“Raaah!!” Gilda roared out, throwing her head back in exasperation. Ember continued kneading the wound with no rejection from the wounded beast. She had Gilda exactly where she wanted her. The griffons tail slithered around Embers messaging arm erotically like a snake attempting to ground itself. Gilda’s eagle eyes pinpointed as if the dragon was her next prey.

“Now, now, now…” Ember scolded, pulling the tail from her arm and pinning it against the left cheek. “Let’s behave.”

“You’re lucky I’m not feeling up to lashing out right now. You wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Oh really? Maybe with a little encouragement, I can bring out some of those primordial instincts of yours.” Ember tugged tail forcefully and brought another painful snarl from Gilda.

“Don’t get too excited, lizard! This is supposed to be a doctor’s visit… right?”

“I do forget my place. Shall we continue?”

“I think so,” Gilda replied with spite. At this point Embers thighs were dripping wet and her pussy was begging to be pleased. She could feel her lower lips drooling all over her legs with lustful hunger. The princess began rubbing the thigh once more. Gilda’s huffs slowed, and her body began to relax. As the dragon noticed her patient becoming less pent-up, she raked her claws along her leg just strong enough to not quite break the skin. No sense in undoing my handy work…

“FUCK!” Gilda shouted.

“Excuse me… I slipped.” The griffon was now pissed and wasn’t going to take any more.

“I’m done with this, you little fuck! Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?!” The griffon stood up and turned her body around. Ember followed in suite and took a few steps back to distance herself from the aggravated creature. The princess’s eyes were wide with excitement and her fight or flight response coursed in every vein—though a voice in her head told her she wasn’t going to do either. The griffon may have been bruised and beaten up, but she wasn’t lying when she had told Ember griffons could take a lot. Gilda’s talons shot out in a violent lunge and gripped Embers throat. She took hold of Ember’s shoulder with her free hand and picked her up off the ground before throwing her down onto her back and forcing the wind from her chest. The attacker’s lungs heaved and growled from the stress she was putting on her body, but it wouldn’t hold her back. She still had plenty of energy to spend.

“I will fuck you up so bad you won’t be able to think straight you little cunt!”

Ember coughed and gagged from the powerful strength being exerted on her throat. “Pleassse—god—yeeaasss…” She managed to wheeze. Something told Gilda she was going to enjoy every second of toying with this near-indestructible body of Ember’s. The things I could do to you—I would have never dreamed of doing to anything else…!

Ember grasped Gilda’s arms and attempted to force it off, but inside she knew her uniquely petite dragon stature wouldn’t stand a chance. Gida brought her sharp hands up to the scaled flesh of embers face and dug them in as deep as she could muster—going slow and steady to make sure she didn’t damage any exposed areas like her eyes or lips. It was as if she was attempting to pierce steel. Ember opened her jaw to roar but had no available air to pull from. She may have been tough, but the pain was all there.

“Damn… you’re like a walking-talking sex toy!” The griffon picked her back up and threw her across the room into the rock wall. She crumpled on impact and cracked the dense stone. The pain was agonizing but Ember knew even better than Gilda that it would take a lot more to do any damage.

“Gah-cack—ahhh…” She gaged—finally able to speak. “Holy shit, huhaha… This is so fucking ho—” Gilda slammed a fist into her jaw and threw Embers head into the ground. A strong hand grabbed one of the princess’s horns and forced her toothed maw into the stone. Ember felt her attacker behind readjust her body flat onto the floor. Smoke and flame puttered from her nostrils and cracks in her mouth. Gilda slashed her sharp fingers into Embers tail and elicited a half giggle/half whimper from the blue lizard.

“You-know-how-to-treat-a-dragon, don’t-you.” She stamped, barely able to think through her madness driven lust. She expected Gilda to be rough, but she would never have dreamed a griffon could ravage a beast such as herself. The dragon princess had something just short of an obsession when it came to cultural imbursement and what better of an experience than the taking part in a griffon’s sex act? Gilda impatiently gruffed, Interrupting the princess’s fantasizing thoughts. The griffon tugged on Ember’s thick tail with all her might but was unable to shift the appendage enough to get to the dragons drizzling package underneath.

“RRRr! GAH!” She continued. “FUCK!” Ember couldn’t help but let loose a fit of amused giggles. Her laughter suddenly caught in her throat as she felt her head tug back by her horns. She was arched painfully, unable to make eye contact with the beast atop her.

“Excuse me?!” Gilda snarled. “If your body wasn’t such a piece of shit, I wouldn’t be having any problems, now would I?”

“Rude!” Ember replied sarcastically just before her face was thrown back into the rock. She felt her body roll over and was now face to face with her opponent. There was a hunger in her eyes that forced a hot blush from the blue dragon and her lower lips couldn’t help but wink with excitement. Gilda now pinned her arms above her horned head and eyed what was soon to be hers. Moments passed as they watched each other. Gilda slowly released her grip on Embers wrists and began tracing her hands down her body. She reached her torso and started pressing talons into her scaled hide. Ember groaned, and Gilda increased her pressure. She raked marks across Embers blue armor, leading from her collar bones down to her belly button. The princess acted as if her wrists were still pinned as she slightly shifted her body in pleasurable discomfort from the knife-like feeling. Her maw winced open and flame simmered off her teeth, impatiently waiting for the claws to cross over her lower belly and down to her nethers.

Gilda let off as she came close to the sensitive flesh of Ember’s wet crotch and left the beast unpleased. As Ember lifted her head up to beg for more, the griffon thrusted two claws deep into the princess’s vagina with no warning. Ember moaned loudly as her unprepared socket stretched to accommodate. Gilda slammed Ember’s teeth shut, using her hand as a muzzle and continued shifting her fingers deep in the dragon’s tight passageway.

“Do you want the guards to walk in you little slut!” The princess slowly shook her shivering head while her instinctive cry attempted to break through Gilda’s vice grip. “That’s what I thought…” She released her muzzle and brought her hand down to spread Ember’s lips.

Gilda explored the inside of Embers hole curiously. The walls of her vagina had an excessive number of ridges and texture she had never felt before. While it was slippery and stretchy, it seemed nearly impenetrable, just like the dragon hemipenes she had felt before. Gilda started scratching the walls with the tips of her claws, probing for the best angle of attack on the dragon before her. From the sound of it, the princess really liked it and she squirmed excitingly. As soon as a claw met the roof of her hole, Ember shot her hands down towards her crotch and clutched Gilda’s arm. She forced the griffon’s fingers deeper in, sputtering smoke from her nostrils. That’s the spot Gilda thought to herself. Gilda struggled to fit a third finger in and began attempting to force the opening to stretch. With a little determination, it adapted around the foreign object and sucked it in. The griffon brought her head down towards the slit and lightly robed the exposed cunt—searching for the dragon’s pleasure button. She felt a tough bead hidden under a small hood and outstretched her tongue to make contact.

Ember let out another pleased whimper, gripping the griffons feathered head. Gilda smirked as she touched the sensitive clit and immediately carved her talons back against and forth against the roof of the vagina.

“Ga-Aaahha” The dragon let out in surprise. The griffon slathered the lizard's entrance and rake her insides as quick as she could muster. “Fuuu-uck! Where—did you *pant pant* Wheredidyoulearn tha-at?” As the princess struggled to hold still and her tail wagged awkwardly between the two, Gilda didn’t give her a chance to take a breath. “Oh my… OH MY god… I'm ganna—I’m ga…” The griffon immediately curled her fingers back and felt a rough patch. Jackpot. She thought to herself—quickly jamming it like a button. “Uuuuuhh…” She moaned. Her entire body tensed, and fluid squirted out onto Gilda’s beak. “That was... That was amazing!” Ember stated, starting to push Gilda’s head back. The griffon brought her free hand up swiftly and gripped the princesses wrist, slamming it down onto the floor. Oh hohoho we’re not done yet!

The liquid from Embers orgasm made it even easier for Gilda to slide her claws around quickly, allowing her to quicken her pace and resume her carving method. The dragons panting turned into gasps and huffs from the over stimulation to her passageway. “It’s too much! It’s—” She struggled to squirm away from the beast and her distress only brought a smirk to Gilda’s wet face. You’ll be done when I say you're done! The helpless struggle for dominance continued for minutes and Ember achieved nothing. She soon found herself climaxing once more. Her whimpering increased and like clockwork, Gilda started mashing her g-spot. “Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!” Yet another spray of cum let loose from the dragon’s lips, making even more of a mess. Ember let her head fall back with a thud—barely able to think straight. Her thick slimy saliva oozed from her teeth and her eyes rolled back into their sockets. Before long, all she could sense was pure pleasure and euphoria.

She had been never thought that it was possible to work a vagina so expertly. This session would ruin sex for the rest of her life! There was no way anyone else could possibly fuck her world up as much as Gilda could. It came as a surprise to Ember that she could squirt. Before she thought it was more of a myth than anything, but somehow this griffon new how to push her limits in all the right ways and she seemed to think there were plenty more squirting sessions ahead. Minute by minute, the dragon huffed and puffed as the talons from her partner dug into her sensitive cunt without letting up. She blew smoke, she pushed her hands against the beak between her legs, she moaned and pleaded to have even a brief break, but Gilda wasn’t going to give in. She had taunted for far too long and now… she was being punished.

She was being destroyed from the inside out.

“ahhmah. Ahh! Mmmmaaaah. Gaaaaa!!” sounded from doors to the princesses private chambers.

“Sweet Celestia. They’ve been at it for almost an hour now,” Dark Heart grumbled. “and she calls us pervs.”

“New to room guard, hu?” Strong Arm inquired.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Haha… you’ll get used to the sound.”

“You mean she does this often?!”

“Ooooh yeah. She’s always bottom too, hahaha.”

“Ugh.”

“I’m a little surprised though. She’s up to four orgasms with record time!” Strong arm stated with a modestly surprised expression.

“What? How do you know tha—"

“GAAAaah-Ah-ahah—”

“Oh. Scratch that—five. That griffons gotta be a wizard man. Wait till the boys hear about this one.” He shook his head with a tisk. “That thing in there is a straight up dike, no questions about it. No way she knows her way around like that without some direct experience.”

“Yes! YESyesyes! Gah-Fuck me!”

“Sigh… I can't believe this.”

“Me neither!” Dark Hearts partner brought his hands up to gesture. “I mean, I guess there was this one time she had a unicorn company that could really just—”

“Ok! Yeah, yeah, I get the idea Strong Arm!”

Strong Arm turned his head back to an obedient position and started casually down the cave as if it was just another day in the office. The moans only got louder.

Princess Ember was scattered onto the ground, out cold and dripping wet. Gilda brought her face back up from the dragon pussy and panted heavily from her exhausting work. “Celestia Sun, you’re gonna give me carpel tunnel.” The griffon removed her soar talons from the vagina with a wet slurp and shook off the liquid that had traveled all the way down her arm and into her feathers. Embers pussy was puffy and swollen from the sheer amount of force Gilda had been using on her for more than an hour. After the seventh time, the lizard didn’t have any energy to spare and simply passed out. It was a new record for Gilda.

She shuffled her way over the bed of pillows, dragging Ember along and bedding her down properly. After the princess seemed comfortable enough, Gilda flopped down next to her and finally relaxed. Since this morning she hadn’t managed to get any sleep and all she wanted to do was curl up and pass out. The griffon couldn’t help but laugh as Ember began snoring loudly with drool soaking into the pillows. The dragon looked hysterical.

Gilda outstretched her damaged wings and inspected their ragged state. There was no way she was getting back to Griffonstone anytime soon, leaving her stranded in the dragon lair until she fully recovered. The more she thought about it, the griffon imagined it wouldn’t be too bad staying with the lizards for a while. It was warm and cozy and apparently, there was a lot of services to go around. She reached her talons down and gently rubbed her unpleased cunt that was wetter than ever. Her lips winked open in excitedly as they finally achieved a long-awaited contact.

“Mmmmm…” Gilda hummed as she rubbed herself. “There’s plenty of time left for you! You’ll just have to wait your turn.” She sighed. “I’m worn out.”

Author's Note

And there you have it! The end of the beginning of the love. I know the clop was a little brief, but I think it fits the story quite nicely. This chapter turned out well, and I haven't really seen this combination of characters much so I figured it to be a good approach. make sure to let me know what you thought and keep on clopping! There will be more stories to come.