Author's Note
Next chapter is on the docket. I should probably state the intent for this part of the story was to actually lead up to the next chapter. This is purely fantasy and is not intended to premote rape. There isn't much of a way to make rape good so if this isn't youre cup of tea, just skip over it and wait for the next chapter (It might even be a sequal for tagging purposes) you wont be missing much storyplot. More fuzzy lion butt to come! Stay tuned, and as always, feedback is much appreciated in the comments below.
A Rock-Slope Rendezvous
“What the fuck?!” Gilda roared, ripping spikes magically delivered letter in two. “Friendship problem? FRIENDSHIP problem?!” She balled the pieces up and threw them across the room. “Yeah right…”
Gilda and Rainbow Dash had been planning their trip down to the lava pockets for weeks and now she was canceling? The griffon was excited to get out and breath some fresh, smoky air just south of Griffonstone with her best pal—but now the technicolored ponies last minute cancel had ruined her good mood. On top of it all, Greta was busy doing Celestia knows what and unable to fill in.
“Weeks… WEEKS, we’ve been planning this. I swear to Luna you are LUCKY I don’t have a magical little dragon to send you letters,” Gilda screamed out into her nest. “You would get the message of your life!” She roared at the ball of paper, as if it was Rainbow herself.
The lava pockets were a dangerous place, and intense updrafts made it very volatile. Without a partner, it would be very dangerous. One minute everything was dandy, the next a gust of smoke sent you spiraling out of control. While that was half of the fun of flying the pockets, it was fatal to go alone.
“Damn it.” She spat out. “DAMN IT!” She roared, slashing the wooden walls of her nest. Weren’t friends supposed to be there for each other? Weren’t they supposed to care? Gilda had been preening herself all morning and had shut down her booth to go out. Now she was stuck doing nothing for the rest of the day…
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Or was she? The feathered griffon suddenly had an idea. I could just go alone. Who would have to know? She thought inside her head. Well… I would at LEAST rub it in Rainbows face. She laughed at the thought of her flustered pony companion after hearing such an insult. It was completely against Junior Speedsters safety protocol to fly in dangerous conditions without a partner, but Gilda had left those lightweights for a reason. They didn’t know how to have fun.
“What the fuck. No ones here to stop me.” She told herself, making her way out of the exit of her perch. She had spent far too long on this rock and needed to get out.
The hot wind flowed through Gilda’s feathers as she struggled to gain control. She was falling to fast and if she tried to open her wings now—her bones might break under sheer force. What was she thinking?! It was completely reckless fly out here without Rainbow Dash. For almost an hour, she rode gusts of smoke with no problems—when suddenly a hawk crashed into her face and she lost control. Fate would have it a burst of wind threw her off course and out of alignment. Now she was falling.
“SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHiiiiiT!” She hollered out in panic, realizing the danger of the situation. The rising smoke burnt her eyes and she struggled to see what was below her. She flailed her limbs out to get a feel for the currents that she might hopefully gain control of to stop her downward spiral. There were three options out of the situation, two of which involved an excruciating death:
1. She would splash into scalding lava
She would hit the ground at mock 10
The option the griffon feared the most… she could force her wings open to halt her speed and almost surely destroy the very part of her body she valued most.
What are you ganna do Gilda?! Make your choice! You don’t have time to be indecisive! Gilda had learned about regaining control in midair countless times in flight school, but she had never had on the field experience with heat updrafts. Her instructors had always told them to stay away from such conditions because they were dangerous and unpredictable. She always thought they were just a bunch of pussies that were covering their hides in case somepony who could barely fly died in one. Now here she was! These drafts were intense, and nothing like she had flown before. They had thrown her around like a rag doll and before she could rebalance herself she was simply plummeting too fast. There wasn’t a pleasant way out of her free fall.
If she was going to live—why in the world of Equestria would she want to live flightless?! Every griffon in Griffonstone would mock her in laughter and she would have to leave her pitiful rock she lived on out of sheer embarrassment. Never again would she be able to experience the euphoria she felt while flying. People would patronize her and pity her crippled wings, constantly badgering her about how she lost them.
Another few brief moments of struggling and she was able to stabilize her tumbling.
Another couple of seconds past and her heart dropped to her stomach. A life without wings is a life not worth living Gilda thought to herself. She closed her eyes accepting her inevitable fate of death and let her tears stream off her face.
“These are my wings. There are many like them, but these ones are mine. My wings are my best friends. They are my life. I must master them as I must master my life. Without me, my wings are useless. Without my wings, I am useless. I must fly my wings true. I must fly steadier than my enemy who is trying to best me. I must beat him before he beats me. I will…” Gilda chanted to herself. It was something of an oath that pegasi had created. While she thought most ponies were soft, pegasi were respectable for their determination in flight and their pride in the oath was something she found herself sharing.
The hot smoke cleared suddenly, and Gilda could breathe easier. She opened her eyes to find not much more than a hundred feet or so between her and a sharp rocky ground. Her chest heaved, and she began to shiver in panic. Flashes of Greta and all the time they had spent together shot through her mind. Greta… They had formed an unbreakable bond that very few ponies and otherwise had ever done with Gilda. She was her first kiss back in Junior Speedsters Flight Camp. Even though they were young and lost touch, she had recently become very close to her since Rainbow and Pinkie visited her. She wasn’t necessarily her partner per say, but she was close to one. She could imagine her friend's broken heart when she learned of Gilda’s horrible fate. How would she recover?
What would Rainbow think? Would she be mad at Gilda? Would she hold it against herself for letting her go out alone? She could only imagine how her death might eat at the blue mare…
“No! NO! Fffff—” Gilda forced her enormous wings outward with all of her might as a last effort to save her life. “—ffFUCK!” She roared out in pain as her fragile appendages buckled under the wind. Gilda tried with all her constitution to keep her throbbing wings extended and decrease her speed as much as possible. “AAAAaahh!” She sobbed while every feather felt as if they were being pulled out and her muscles ripped under the current. She slammed into the ground hard and was sent tumbling down the rocky slope.
After her rolling stopped she let herself lay on her wings, attempting to push past the bruising and pain in her body. It was hard to tell if she was going to be able to walk away from the incident or if she was too crippled and isolated to find help. She mustered enough energy to turn over onto her side and relieve the pressure from her large pinions, bringing her to face the sight of the rivers of lava that webbed through the lands close by and reminding her how lucky she was. Gilda’s heaving breaths became easier and her state of shock began to calm—allowing her to sit up and examine her surroundings.
She stretched her wings out to see how bad the damage was, causing sharp pain down her bones. They were surprisingly not damaged as bad as Gilda expected but from the feel of it, she must have had a significant amount of micro-fracturing. Much more force would have snapped them and likely rendered them useless. Her feathers were torn and tattered, but that was to be expected and they would grow back within not much more than a week or two. She still had her wings. She would be able to fly another day.
“Damn girl!” A deep voice shouted from behind her. Gilda folder her wings back up and swiveled around to see who was approaching. Her legs protested, shaking and struggling to hold her up. Two dragons made their way towards her: One was clearly a male biped, standing at about 8 feet and the other was on all fours slithering like a serpent. The tall one was broad and had an impressive set of muscles which no pony could hope to gain, yet somehow, he still seemed slim and well proportioned. His scales were a metallic purple and two black horns protruding from his head. The long dragon was a satin grey with a lengthy sharp maw. Its horns were also black but had a spinal trailing that converged at the base of its shoulders and followed down it’s back.
“I’d never seen moves like that before…” The purple one complimented. “That is until you crashed.”
Gilda growled under her breath as the creature mocked her. She was already in enough pain as it was, the last thing she needed was a fight. These dragon dweebs were barely worth her time.
“What the fuck do you two lizards want?!” Gilda lashed out with impatience from her incident.
“Whoa whoa whoa. We were just coming to see if you were all right sweet cheeks.” The purple one assured. “After a fall like that, we figured you dead ya know?” They came closer to Gilda with an odd look in their eyes. If she wasn’t hurt, she would have flown away by now, but standing was already hard enough. Dragons were dangerous and unpredictable creatures.
“Yeah, I’m relieved you made an appearance.” Gilda sarcastically replied. “Who the hell are you two?!”
The purple dragon balled his left fist up and held it casually in his right palm as if attempting to look intimidating.
“Names Violet-Vice, but you can call me V. This here,” He jolted a thumb towards the grey one. “He’s my buddy Cat…”
Cat slinked around and behind Gilda as Violet stood in front of her. Gilda turned her head to watch the suspicious dragon.
Gilda snickered at the mention of the name Cat. “Imaginative parents hu?” She laughed “Hey Cat, where’s dog?”
Cat grinned wide as the griffon attempted to mock the dragon. “Hahaha, yeah you think it’s funny…” Violet chuckled. Gilda brought her sights back in front of her. “Until you learn how he got his name.”
What a bunch of fucking jocks I swear. “Yeah yeah… Real bad-ass I’m sure.” Gilda shot out. At this point, the griffon had lost her patience and knew these dragons were looking for trouble. She stood back on her hind legs and walked towards Violet-Vice with a large chest. Her body disagreed with intense discomfort, but she managed to keep steady. It took all her willpower to maintain a ferocious glare and not show how vulnerable she was. Now, face to face she showed a mighty, fearless expression before slamming her claws into his chest and shoving him backward. “Look ass holes, how about you back the fuck off before I rip your throats out. You’re messing with the wrong griffon right now. After a fall like that I still can take both of your horns home for trophies.”
“Well well well Cat, we got ourselves a fighter now don’t we? The fact you can even stand astounds me so, you have my respect kitty cat.” The way Violet naturally spoke sounded almost like what Gilda thought a mob boss would. It was the same kind of voice the movies used for the famous criminal Al Capony. Cat snarled and snapped his jaws making a loud *CRACK! * He didn’t seem to talk much.
Gilda planted her talons back on the ground and glanced back at Cat. The dragon slithered around in front of her, tauntingly flicking his tail. As the lizard stared with hunger, Gilda noticed a large pink shaft protruding from between its legs. Oozing liquid dripped from its pointed tip and its ridged texture reflected glossy sparkles of moisture.
“You see, Cat here likes himself some Griffons now and then… and feisty attitude really gets his blood pumpin’ so how 'bout you make this easy on yourself huh? My friend here…”
Fuck! Gilda thought—turning to sprint in the opposite direction with haste. Violet leaped forward and grabbed Gilda’s lion tail and halting her abruptly. She let out a deep painful roar “My friend here likes to get carried away!” he repeated more assertively. Gilda spun around slashing the purples dragons face violently. Purple scales flew off his cheeks as he winced.
“Those claws won’t do you much good cute-stuff…”
Violet-Vice maintained a death grip on the Griffons tail and tugged it powerfully, bringing the grounded beast into the air and throwing her back towards Cat.
Cat stood up and caught Gilda in his arms. It felt like her body was going to give up altogether as she had little stamina to spare. Her beak was face to face with the monster that held her, and his amber eyes locked onto her own. He picked her up and threw her back onto the solid ground.
“Guh—!!” Gilda huffed as her breath escaped her lungs and the torn muscles in her back clenched. Violet-Vice stood above her head, staring down at the helpless figure with a smile.
“Why not have a little fun? We’re just looking to play you know…”
The griffon struggled onto all fours and tried to bolt back in the direction of Cat. Violet slammed his claws down onto each side of the Griffons lion-flank and pulled her back towards him, raking marks on her butt cheeks.
“Graaahhh!” She called out as he pinned her head into the dirt with his large muscled hand.
“I see you don’t seem so enthusiastic huh? Well,” His other set of claws gripped her tail and forced it upwards. “Maybe we can cheer you up.” Gilda struggled but to no avail. Violet-Vice chuckled “God damn, Cat! My dick is gonna destroy this thing!”
“You touch me your dead, frog-face! I’ll fucking bite that thing off! I’ll fuckin—I’ll fuckin—”
“Oh yeah?! you give me the best nip you got sugar cane!” He agreed, shifting her wet lips apart with his thumb. “You ever sucked a dragon dick? Cause Unless you got a beak of titanium, you’re not sinking it in a single inch.” He leaned his snout in close to Gilda’s ears and whispered: “We’re harder than diamonds and taste twice as good…” He busted into laughter and let go of his victim’s head. Suddenly Gilda became fearful as she realized her inability to escape.
These dragons were going to kill her or seriously fuck her up in the process. The worst part was the entire situation and all the abuse was sending her cunt into flames. She could hardly contain her primitive feelings NO! Come on Gilda! Fight back! These things don’t deserve to have your amazing body! She thought to herself.
“Hey Cat! How ‘bout you give our guest here a demonstration of what a real cock should feel like. I’m not gonna need her to lube me up, she’s already getting excited”
“NNO!” She protested.
Cat let out a deep chuckle before standing up and gripping her crest feathers. His dragon rod came level with her beak and she refused to open. The head of his hemipenis was shaped like a heart that came to a sharp point. The cock increased in size and on it’s top-side were three large ridges. The underside had tendon like texture that led down to a pair of balls which were tightly snuggled up, so they could revert back into his body when they weren’t in use. Cat grabbed a handful of skin and feathers on the back of her neck and squeezed down until she opened her mouth in pain.
“Graah—H-mm!!”
Suddenly Gilda felt the large appendage force its way into her beak and down her throat quickly. Violet-Vice wasn’t kidding when he said they hard like diamonds! Gilda had practiced deep throating plenty in the past, but attempting to swallow a solid rock was a whole other matter. The griffon tried to bring up her talons to push the beast away but the amount of weight the purple dragon behind her was exerting on her thighs at this point kept her hips to the rocks. Gilda may have been fit and flexible, but she was no gymnast and the position was stretching her ability to its limits. Her mind began blocking out the sheer pain and all she could feel was the enormous dick that seemed to be carving her throat out.
Come on Gilda! Fight back! She thought, attempting to relax and breath. Unlike ponies, her nasal passage connected straight into her esophagus, making blowjobs much easier. Just as she thought she had successfully adapted to the hemipenis, Cat pulled back and quickly thrust deeper in.
“Kah-cough-cou—Hm-Grrmm” She sputtered.
“That’s it Cat!” Violet encouraged. Suddenly Gilda felt the dragon behind her dig his claws into her rump and spread her cheeks wide. She growled into the stiff scales of Cat’s groin to protest, only sending waves of pleasure through the dull lizard. Without time to prepare—Gilda felt a pointy phallus drive deep into her vaginal passage-way. Violets cock one was textured like cobblestone and much, much longer.
The helpless griffon slammed her claws down into the pumice stone beneath and carved valleys into the rock. If a single griffon even cared about the quality of their manicure, they would be horrified.
Cat pulled his dick out of Gilda’s maw and sloppily rubbed it against her feathery cheeks. Her own saliva matted her face and drizzled into her eyes. The constant thrusting from behind kept mashing her head into the creature’s thighs and made it hard for Cat to reinsert his hemipenis. Gilda took the opportunity to gasp for clean breath.
“God damn it!! *pant pant* you two ever heard of buying a girl a drink first?!” She joked. There wasn’t any chance of getting out between the two.
“You’ll get your drink soon enough bitch!” Violet growled. As if on queue, Cat thrust his cock back into Gilda’s beak. He gripped her feathers and violently slammed his dick as far he could physically muster. His pace increased, and it almost seemed as if he was spasming out of control. At this point, Gilda’s entire body was shifting backward and nearly folding her against Violet-Vice’s tense thighs.
What would Rainbow Dash think if she flew in on such a scene? Would the cyan pony even believe Gilda if she told her how she had been ravaged by two dragons at once? Nonetheless, she would have the marks to prove it and—at this point—she probably wouldn’t even be able to speak for a week. What did it matter? Dash was too preoccupied with her friendship problems to have the time. Something about the situation was giving Gilda a horrible pleasure through the awkward discomfort of over stimulation. As much as she wanted to deny it—her body was accepting. Her gag reflex seemed to give up on attempting to reject the large rod down her throat, widening to create more room.
Cat began growling deep in his chest and smoke simmered from his nostrils. Soon his claws were carving into Gilda’s head and his thrusts became sloppy. With a loud roar, he bottomed out in her throat and halted his humping altogether. There was a brief stall before his entire dick inflated and formed to the shape of her passageway. Gilda thought her jaw was going to dislocate from the pressure—but it was soon relieved as a torrent of hot fluid spewed into her body. Cat released a tsunami of flames from his toothed maw onto the ground next to the lust driven group, super-heating the rocks next to Gilda’s lion flank.
She coughed in response to torrent down her throat and attempted to pull away, but Cat just forced his dick further down. Suddenly Violet gripped her soar tattered wings at their bases and pulled back, ripping Cat’s spewing serpent out and letting its fluids jet into her face. She let out a roar of agony and flopped backward onto the dragon’s chest. Cat continued his ejaculation (which seemed to go on for a disturbing amount of time) while he leaped forward onto the griffon’s weak body and rammed his ridged spear into her vagina.
The dragon below Gilda wrapped his arms around her tightly, pinning her arms and squeezing her lungs. She growled angerly as the hot sperm from Cat filled her uterus, burning like fire. Violet slammed his textured shaft into her anus and deep up her rectum.
“FUCK!!” She shouted out—finally able to speak a sound that wasn’t muffled. The combination of the two textured hemipenes inside her body was almost too much to handle but Gilda was pinned down and forced to accept. “Gaahh!! AH!”
“Do me a favor and cut the shrieking!” Violet roared, lifting his arm up and clamping Gilda’s beak shut. She took the opportunity to slash her free claw across Cat’s face, shredding one of his eyes and sending the beast stumbling back in agony. His hemipenis pulled out and allowed his cum to escape Gilda’s vagina. Cat gripped his face and roared in pain—horrified by the loss of his eye. Gilda let out a maniacal laughter from her satisfying revenge.
She shot her arm back behind her head to try and attack Violet, but he rolled her over and pinned her below his heavy body and prevented her from inflicting more damage. Violet positioned her left arm behind her back and gain a grip on her now awkwardly extended one—continuing to thrust his cock into her passageway.
“Naughty, naughty… Cat doesn’t take to well to being attacked like that.”
“Oh yeah?! Well, I don’t either you scroungy bastard! I’ll fuck you up too!”
“You don’t make things EASY, do you? Well, I say an eye for an eye. When I’m finished up back here, I’m sure Cat would be more than willing to do the honors—huh pal?” Cat gave an angry shriek in reply. Blood was pouring off his face and onto the dried magma rocks. He slithered his way up to Gilda’s sight and growled. She gave a huff of anger and Cat replied by slathering his tongue across her face. Gilda snapped her beak and clipped his tongues soft flesh, taking a good chunk out. He recoiled backward and threw a left hook into her pinned head, discombobulating the griffon.
“Hey! Don’t get ahead of yourself there, Cat! I prefer my meat un-mangled! You can have at her after I’m done here.”
Violet-Vice increased his speed and gripped down on Gilda’s arms. Her anal track was burning in pain as it attempted to reject the foreign object. Cat angerly slashed the ground and huffed puffs of smoke. Gilda dreadfully hoped Violet-Vice would take his time, for fear of what Cat had in plans for her. If she hadn’t lashed out she might have gotten out alive—but the griffon didn’t regret it either way. These punks deserved every scar she gave them.
“Look at it—*grunt*—this way Cat,” Gilda dared to say, “At least you won’t need to get that tongue piercing you’ve been—*grunt*—! –thinking about…” Cat lurched forward and opened his large jaws, letting out a roar that shook the ground. His throat glowed bright, threatening to spew out more flames. Saliva webbed across Gilda’s face and drizzled down her feathers. Violet joined in with his own monstrous heave, signaling for Cat to stand down.
Violet’s thrusts became even faster, trying to speed up his pleasure before his companion ruined his fun. Gilda painfully groaned from the intense displeasure. She wasn’t necessarily opposed to giving anal a shot before, but this was dunking her into the deep end.
“Soft and steady would have been the polite thing!” The griffon protested, struggling to talk.
“Do you ever. Stop. TALKIN?!” Violet roared, surprised Gilda even had the gall. “You’re lucky I don’t just fucking rip you open right here!”
“Talk about a—Huuu! Talk about a turn-off!” Gilda slyly remarked, trying to think of a solution out of her inevitable fate of death. If she could only fly, getting away would be no problem. These dragons didn’t have any wings and wouldn’t be able to pursue her. Her body was so weak and tattered, fighting back against the armored creatures would do her no more good that it already had. The only chance she had now was luck.
Violet’s dick was beginning to engorge and before long he would finish up. His thighs slapped loudly against Gilda’s fuzzy cheeks and reddened her skin. Come on Gilda! COME ON! You got out of the free fall, you just gotta think of something else! There simply wasn’t any time and the griffon was hopeless. Violet-Vice groaned and continued thrusting, bringing more painful pleasure to Gilda’s behind. With little warning, her vagina clenched and squirted fluids out onto the rocks.
“Ff-f-fu-uuck!” Gilda grunted out in shameful pleasure as her body was driven past its breaking point. Her head buzzed as if it were drunk and her hands shivered.
Violets orgasm wasn’t far behind and his hips began convulsing. He dug his claws into Gilda’s wrists and shivered with pleasure.
“Ah-ahaahhhh!” She shuddered as the hot fluid traveled deep into her ass. Violets cum dribbled out and down her rim, finding its way across her sensitive, dripping slit. Just like Cat, Violet-Vice had a lot of sperm to spare and more began pouring out. The lips of her labia clenched uncomfortably, and dragon sperm flowed down her thighs. “GAaaah! It’s too fucking hot! Let off a little bit—sweet fucking Celestia!” Violet just laughed and gave a strong thrust forward. Gilda roared helplessly in pain.
Another few seconds passed, and Violet let go of the griffon, pulling out. Her ass hole spat out rivers of simmering fluid onto her legs and finally began to close. She tried to stand, but her lion end was completely immobile.
“She’s all yours Cat. *pant pant*I loosened her up for ya.” He chuckled. Cat rumbled something that sounded like a disagreeing "uh uh” shortly before shooting his hand out and grasping her throat. He picked her limp body up off the ground and began walking on his hind legs down the rocky slope towards the river of magma. Sperm and mare-fluid drizzled down her tail and left a trailing. Gilda grasped his arms and raked her claws down to struggle away, but she couldn’t pierce his armored flesh. The meekly coughed and gagged, struggling for breath as she tried to shriek.
“Holy shit bro, really?!” Violet protested “I mean come on, you could at least use her up before boiling her.” Cat spun around and roared in anger. The blood from his mutilated eye flung onto Gilda’s face. “Whoa, man! Chill. You do what you want with her I guess, I already finished up my turn.”
At least try a little harder to keep me from burning to death you scaled little fuck!! Gilda angerly thought. Cat stopped in his tracks and grumbled. He gave a few hops forward and pulled his arm back, preparing to launch her into the river. Before she knew it her neck was free from her grasp and her beaten-up figure was hurtling through the air. She gasped desperately and extended her damaged wings out to take flight, but they refused to help.
“AAAHH—” Gilda roared in pain and shut her eyes tight. It was hopeless… she would need a miracle. The fumes from the lava began to scorch her plumage as she neared her death. Suddenly she felt her chest pounded by a brutal force and two arms hooked underneath her own. Gilda grunted painfully as she was flown away from the lava and further into the sky. The griffon opened her eyes to find to find a slim blue dragon carrying her away from the melted river of rock.
“What the—?!” Gilda confusingly shouted in relief, with an awful rasp in her throat. The dragon swooped down towards the safe ground and dumped the griffon she had saved off to safety. Gilda painfully tumbled onto the rocks in relief from a fiery death. If it had been seconds later, she would have surely died. Gilda struggled to turn herself onto her side and gain sights of her savior. The blue lizard flew up into the sky and unbuckled a large staff from her hips. She swooped down quickly and hurdled towards Cat before impaling the sharp end into his unsuspecting chest and slamming his body into the earth. She stood atop him as he flailed and twisted the crystal weapon into his heart, bringing a roar of defeat from her enemy.
“How does it feel you waste of a dragon?” Cat gripped the scepter and squinted his eyes in pain. Blood spurted from his teeth and his lungs drowned. He struggled to hold onto his life and his head slowly drooped. She whipped her sights around and targeted her next victim.
“Princess Ember…” Violet-Vice stutterd. “I-I—um… I can explain…”
“If you’re going to rape someone,” She angerly replied, ripping the glowing staff from Cat’s corpse “Try to stay a little quieter next time!!” She lunged forward and gave a mighty beat of her wings. Violet turned to escape but was met with a spearing blow through his spine. The bloodstone scepter’s sharp end pierced his lungs and he screamed in agony. Ember flew up into the sky and brought the skewered creature up above her. She ripped the scepter from his back and gripped his horn tightly, spinning around and throwing the dragon downward. She followed through and lined the weapon up with the dragon’s head—staking it through his hard skull as he met the rocks below.
Violet-Vice gave a last, blood curdling, shriek as his life drained out and his body went limp. Ember sighed in relief and casually pulled her staff from his mangled head. Crimson fluid gushed onto the rocks and trailed behind the butt of Embers scepter.
“Fucking cretins!” She spat, continuing to gaze at her handy work as she walked towards Gilda. She turned her eyes towards the griffon she had saved in dismay and tragedy. Gilda’s wounds looked nasty and her wings were completely shredded. It pained Ember to look at her, but she was comforted by the fact the griffon was still alive.
Another few seconds passed before she arrived at the scene and knelt down to help. “Sorry about that…” She began. “I heard roaring from above but wasn’t sure what was going on. By the time I made my way through the smoke clouds Cat was dragging you out towards the river.” She wiped the cum and blood from Gilda’s beak and did her best to fix her ruffled feathers. “I was unsure what was happening until I recognized these two. I guess I got down here before you burnt to death… which is something.”
Gilda turned away in embarrassment and attempted to stand and talk but found her voice was lost. All she could muster was pitiful rasps. Her lion paws gave out and she slumped back down.
“Look, I know you griffons have a selfish amount of pride all pent up, but you need treatment. The dragon lair is across the aisle just south of here. If I were you, I’d let me take you there.” Gilda stared back at the slick creature. She seemed nice, but Gilda had her fill of dragons as it was. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much of a choice. She frowned and looked away, outstretching her arms as if she was being taken as a prisoner.
“Haha,” Princess Ember pitifully chuckled. “you won’t regret it. We have much better treatment than what these two gave you.” Princess Ember gripped Gilda’s wrists and pulled her into the sky, making her way back to the dragon lair.
“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.
