The next morning, bright and early, Pinkie was trotting merrily down the road to where Rainbow had parked her cloud house. Following the fun she and Rainbow had had yesterday, it was her hope to continue this bonding experience with even more pranks today. Her satchel bags were loaded down with various toys and other devices to that end. She was also wearing googly eyes, a clown nose, a fake arrow through the head, and blowing on a kazoo for no other reason than it just felt like that sort of day.

“Rise and shine, Rainbow Dash,” Pinkie called up. Rainbow’s cloud home looked like it had been imported straight from Cloudsdale. The architecture was in the classic Romaran style with a waterfall of liquid rainbow on the side. While it may have looked opulent to an outsider, that was only because clouds were such a cheap construction material. Any pegasus could have their very own mansion if they were willing to put in the time to make one themselves. “It’s a brand new day and we’ve got lot’s more pranks to-”

Pinkie’s words came to a dead halt when she saw a stranger poking their head out of Rainbow’s front door. It was the eagle head of a female griffon with white feathers and purple eyeshadow.

“Ooh,” Pinkie awed. She didn’t know too many griffons, but she was already formulating a plan to throw a party in order to rectify the situation. Or rectal-fy, or e-rectify? The joke needed work. Also, the rock-and-roll playing in the background was a little distracting with how foreboding it sounded.

“Morning, Pinks,” Rainbow greeted from an upper story, only to dash down to ground level to greet Pinkie more directly. “Gilda. This is my gal pal and fuck buddy Pinkie Pie.”

The griffon, presumably Gilda, came to a landing just a short distance from the ponies. While Rainbow seemed oblivious, as most ponies tended to be about these things, Pinkie could definitely hear the sound of a strumming guitar as the griffon flexed and posed, showing off her well-muscled feline physique. By her assessment, this particular griffon was about 1.567 times the size of herself, making her only slightly larger than the average griffon. Pinkie also crunched a few numbers regarding flight speed projections, probable strength, the theoretical muscle control that could be exerted through the tail, and so on. This close, Pinkie’s eyes zeroed in on Gilda’s sharp beak and sharper claws, her herbivore mind alerting her to the presence of a predator. A chill ran down Pinkie’s spine, giving her goosebumps, and causing her marehood to start winking.

Pinkie might not have known many griffons, but she felt she’d met enough to have a pretty good idea of what they were capable of.

“Hey. Sup,” Gilda greeted nonchalantly.

“Pinkie,” Rainbow continued with her introduction. “This is my griffon friend, Gilda.”

“Friend? Is that all I am to you?” Gilda asked, feigning a hurt expression as she tossed her head feathers.

“Oh fine,” Rainbow conceded, rolling her eyes at Gilda’s antics. “She’s actually an old fling from Junior Speedster Flight Camp.”

Pleased at this correction, Gilda took to the air and closed the distance in only two flaps of her powerful wings. She then wrapped a talon around Rainbow’s neck and pulled her into an affectionate hug. “That’s my girl. Rawr.” And the two proceeded to carry out an elaborate hoof/talon shake that the pair had doubtlessly developed when they’d had too much time on their respective appendages.

“Oh. So you were mutual rug munchers?” Pinkie asked with a chipper grin.

“Heh. You could say that,” Rainbow chuckled, shooting a lascivious eyebrow waggle at Gilda.

“Oh yeah.” Using her tail as a whip, Gilda smacked Rainbow’s rear, making the cyan mare squeak in surprise. “This chick used to run everyone in camp absolutely bonkers.”

“Hey, I can’t take all the credit,” argued Rainbow. Her own tail was rubbing more gently against the griffon’s backside, teasing at her nether regions in that way the speedster knew would drive the griffon bananas. “I wouldn’t have been nearly as awesome if I didn’t have the support of my favorite sidekick.”

“Riiight,” Gilda replied bemusedly, blushing fiercely as she stared out the corner of her eye at the new pink pony. “I was the sidekick. Keep telling yourself that, Dash.”

“Oh!” Pinkie smacked her hoof to her forehead. “Now I remember. Dash talked about you before.”

“Whatever stories you’ve heard, I have to warn you,” informed Gilda gravely. “They’re all true.”

Rainbow snorted a laugh.

“Yeah. I remember now. You’re the sexy piece of pussycat pussy who was all up under Rainbow’s tail for weeks on end. Her butt almost never touched any actual cloud seats for almost the entire camp.”

Gilda shrugged, playing off what was unquestionably praise for her accomplishment. “Eh. What can I say? I may have been young, but I was in peak form those summers.”

“I see,” Pinkie said, nodding her understanding. “So why haven’t you visited before?”

Gilda pursed her beak in bemusement. “I only went to that lame camp because my dad signed me up for some bogus student exchange program. Really, I was afraid the whole thing was going to suck donkey balls, until this kickass piece of tail,” she elbowed Rainbow’s side, “turned up.”

“We tried writing after the camp ended,” Rainbow continued. “Buuut, that wasn’t really either of our styles, so we just sorta grew apart.”

“Sad but true,” Gilda agreed. “But now that I’ve gotten my degree in storm wrangling, I figured I could set up shop here and hook up with my most favorite and,” she licked her beak sensually, “yummiest bed bitch.”

“Oh stop. I’m blushing,” Rainbow laughed as her cheeks flushed. “But seriously. Keep going. Let the whole world know how awesome I am!”

Gilda and Pinkie laughed at Rainbow’s declaration.

“Hey, that reminds me,” Pinkie spoke up. “I was going to invite Rainbow to some pranking around town. If you’re planning to stay, you should join us. It’d be a great chance to get to know your new neighbors.”

Gilda suddenly looked apprehensive, but that was quickly washed away with an expression of I-don’t-care smugness. “Eh. Well, I groove on a good prank as much as the next griffon, but Dash,” she turned to face blue fast, “promised me we’d get in a flying session. Work out the kinks from last night’s festivities, if ya know what I’m saying.”

“Gilda. She has a nose.” Rainbow deadpanned. “I think she already knows.”

Pinkie giggled and pointed at her schnauz. “He-he. The nose knows.”

“Oh whatever,” Gilda grumbled before taking off straight up.

“Eh, sorry, Pinkie,” Rainbow said, rubbing the back of her neck. “Gilda just got here, and I did promise.”

“Aww. That’s too bad,” Pinkie admitted sadly. “I was really looking forward to fucking a griffon again.”

“Hey, we can still fuck,” Rainbow countered hurriedly. She hated letting fans down, but conflicting prior arrangements were always such a pain in the ass. “As soon as we’re done flying and catching up, we can have a threesome at your place. Sound cool?”

“Nipple freezing!” Pinkie cheered happily, not noticing the way Rainbow went rigid at the traumatic childhood memory. “Anywho, see ya later.” And they parted ways.

***

“Whoa!” Gilda exclaimed. “That was sweet.” Her fur and feathers were matted with sweat and her backside felt stickier than usual. All seven limbs were a tingle and she was glad she’d had the foresight to park herself on a cloud. “Just like old times.”

“Hell yeah it was,” grunted Rainbow as she pulled her spent cock from Gilda’s pussy with a loud shlurp. “Well, except for new equipment.” She laughed as she wagged her hips from side-to-side, making her glistening cock wobble. She’d grown much more adept in its use of late.

“No kidding,” Gilda said while her eyes followed the bouncing head with cat-like intensity. “Can’t believe you caught me off guard with that thing twice in one day.”

“Off guard? Oh please,” Rainbow dismissed. “You know you love being my bottom bitch.”

Gilda heaved a heavy sigh, hung her head low, and nodded. “You’re the best top I’ve ever had.”

“Aw, shucks. I know what my little tweedy likes,” Rainbow teased.

Gilda blushed at the reminder of her old nickname. “Please tell me you kept that a secret.”

“Please. Look who you’re talking to,” Rainbow bragged. “When have I ever broken a promise?”

Gilda gave a relieved sigh.

“Besides.” Rainbow took a few steps forward and pressed her snout to Gilda’s ear, tickling the feathers with her breath as she whispered. “That’s our secret.”

Gilda flushed and gave into her instincts to roll over, showing her belly to Rainbow in the universal show of submission. With a pleased smirk, Rainbow obliged by running a hoof along Gilda’s belly.

“So. You still sensitive in all the old places?”

Gilda laughed anxiously. “I, uh, maybe?” She honestly wasn’t all that sure, but couldn’t wait to find out with Rainbow.

However, as Rainbow was teasing her hoof closer to a spot that she remembered used to drive Gilda absolutely wild, a thing happened.

“Hey there.”

“Huh?” both Pegasus and griffon asked together as the pink mare’s head appeared in the clouds beside them, only to disappear in the blink of an eye.

Gilda immediately rolled back onto her claws and paws, tense at the prospect of having been seen submitting to a pony. That just wasn’t a thing griffons did. She stared at Rainbow with pleading eyes, hoping she understood the sudden tension. Rainbow just gave a small, nearly imperceptible nod that made the griffon feel like a boulder had been lifted from her shoulders.

“It’s later,” said the Pinkie head as it once more manifested in the clouds, only to vanish again. “And I caught up.” Again she was gone, only to come back a second later. “Ooh. Have you been…” Gone. “Cloud fucking?” Gone. “That’s always so…” Gone. “Squishy wishy.”

Rainbow and Gilda each looked over the edge of the cloud and spied the trampoline granting Pinkie her lift.

“Hehe. Pinkie Pie. You are so random,” giggled Rainbow at her friend’s antics. Pinkie looked just as pleased from the compliment. However, she did see the way Gilda’s expression suddenly soured.

Electric guitar again? Pinkie thought as she heard the sound. Does Gilda have a flea rock band living in her fur? I hope not. The shampoo to get rid of those isn’t cheap.

“Hey Dash. Think ya got enough gas left to beat me to that cloud?” Gilda challenged, pointing off at a distant cloud.

“A sex race?”

Gilda nodded. She was glad that it was still as easy to distract the speedster. “Is there any other kind?”

“You’re on.” Rainbow and Gilda got into prime launching position. “On your marks. Get set.” However, just as they were rearing to take off, Pinkie’s head appeared once more. Not wanting to say anything, especially since it looked like Gilda hadn’t noticed just yet, Rainbow repeatedly swiped her hoof over her throat in a ‘kill’ motion, hoping the pink mare would get the hint. “Go!” And the fliers took off, leaving behind a very confused Pinkie.

Rainbow and Gilda flew at breakneck speed in a tight formation. They spiraled around one another, but maintained a near constant speed while keeping their bellies as close to touching as possible. The point of a sex race wasn’t to see who could get from point A to point B the fastest, but to get your opponent off before they got you. It was tricky business trying to move one’s limbs at such speed without creating needless drag. However, this was how all aspiring sexual fliers liked to practice and this was how this particular pair liked to start out.

Rainbow started by gently rubbing her knee against one of Gilda’s teats, massaging the nipple just enough to tease. Gilda, mindful of her sharp claws, carefully reached out to stroke the base of Rainbow’s wings between flaps. Before long, the pair had broken off and began engaging in what appeared to be a dogfight, never ceasing in their approach to the designated cloud. Rainbow scored the next major point by quickly breaking and redoubling her speed to press her face into Gilda’s groin, seeking out the griffon’s nub and latching onto it like a nursing foal. Gilda also countered by breaking, but used her superior size and strength to capture her adversary in her arms and legs, spinning her around in a near perfect 69 position. The position was only ‘near’ perfect because Gilda had pulled Rainbow far enough up that the smaller pegasus was denied access to the griffon’s nethers, all while Gilda had full access to a buffet of rainbow pie and dug in.

Rainbow tensed, feeling her climax fast approaching. She and Gilda hadn’t fucked in years, but last night’s ‘reunion’ had allowed both to sufficiently re-familiarize themselves with one another’s bodies, making Gilda one of the few beings alive who could claim to be an expert on pleasing THE Rainbow Dash. However, Rainbow had learned a few tricks of her own in their time apart. For one thing, Gilda’s teats were a lot bigger than they used to be, easily putting them in grabbing distance of her hooves. Rainbow grabbed both and began fiercely massaging them in the way that she remembered Gilda liked. The moaning into her pussy suggested she was on the right path.

Gilda countered by moving one claw up to Rainbow’s backside and inserted a single talon into the pegasus mare’s anus. The orifice parted readily at the guest, allowing the griffon to insert the entire digit into Rainbow’s colon. As she did, she noted the way the mare’s cock swelled to full length against her feathery mane. Unfortunately, she wasn’t as experienced with cocks as she probably should have been, so her focus was kept on sucking that clit and penetrating that anus.

Rainbow hissed under her breath. Gilda always liked pulling this trick when they were younger and it had usually won her the game. However, Rainbow had been a scrawny little weakling back then. Now she was a big strong mare with a few tricks of her own, not to mention some extra equipment. Wiggling her body like a worm, Rainbow managed to pull her hindquarters free of Gilda’s beak, only to slam back down the griffon’s gullet, cock first. Although this compromised Rainbow’s reach of the teats, there was a method to the mare’s madness.

Part of why the two had clicked so well when they were young was because of their compatible fetishes. Rainbow loved to dominate and force other ponies to eat her out until she came all over their faces. Gilda, however, had a major oral fixation and loved nothing more than to eat out her cyan dom. That and the two’s plethora of shared interests and long history was what made them such good friends. As such, Rainbow Dash felt absolutely no guilt in using intimate knowledge of her friend’s weaknesses in order to beat her in a petty competition. Gilda would be disappointed in her if she did less.

Gilda gagged and choked on the sudden insertion. The surprise of it all compromised her grip around Rainbow’s body, but the mare kept hanging on of her own accord while pumping her hips and fucking the griffon’s throat. It was a struggle for Gilda to stay level as a pair of cyan balls kept smacking her in the face, filling her nostrils with their stench. It was a strong, feminine odor that clearly belonged to Rainbow, but was distinctly masculine in its own way, confusing Gilda’s hormonally and emotionally. Not to mention the sheer forcefulness of the massive member scraping along the inside of her throat was causing her mind to go a bit hazy. She wasn’t going to make it. That gave her some measure of peace. None but Rainbow could dominate her like this.

“Uh-hul!”

“I’m sorry,” Rainbow teased. “I didn’t hear that.”

“Uh-hul. Uh-hul!”

Feeling merciful, Rainbow pulled her hips back slowly, letting her cock glide along every square inch of the griffon’s mouth.

“Uncle!” Gilda choked out, tears in her eyes. Not yet letting go of Rainbow, she used the last of her strength to carry her passenger the rest of the way to the cloud, but at a more relaxed pace. She gently set Rainbow down before nuzzling under the mare’s chin. “Dirty trick,” she whimpered.

“I don’t remember anyone pinching my butt,” Rainbow countered, pointing out their old safety gesture for when mouths were otherwise occupied. Still, Rainbow was not entirely without sentiment and began gently stroking Gilda’s back until the larger sub calmed down.

“You know, Pinkie’s just trying to be friendly,” Rainbow said softly as she held Gilda close.

“She’s lame,” Gilda grumbled while returning the embrace. “Just another pony who wants to make fun of me.”

“That’s not true. Remember Fluttershy? She never made fun of you.”

Gilda scoffed. “That dweeb? She was too much of a little pussy-ass bitch to ever say anything to my face, but I knew she never liked having me around. Plus she was a weak lay.”

Rainbow rolled her eyes at the dredging up of the same old excuses. “Granted, Fluttershy can be a little… quiet, but lots of ponies like the shy, innocent type.”

“I’m not a pony,” Gilda reminded. “I like someone who’s tough enough to put me in my place; who knows what I need, when I need it, and give it to me without a second thought.”

Rainbow held in a disappointed sigh. Despite her bravado, Gilda was the same scared little chick she’d first seen all those years ago on the first day of Flight Camp. That day, Rainbow had sensed Gilda’s hesitation almost instantly and immediately swooped in to save her from some dumbass bullies. Gilda grew louder and more confident as time passed, but it was all for show. She wanted to prove to everyone that she was cool enough to hang out with the Rainbow Dash, whom she practically worshiped back then, and that she wasn’t as much of a sub as all the campers said she was. However, the truth was that she just wanted a pack leader who could take charge and show her the way. It didn’t matter that blue fast was a pony. Gilda didn’t want to submit to anyone but her, no matter what others thought. Rainbow had hoped that Gilda would have grown out of that after being apart for so long, but it seemed like their reunion had only emotionally regressed her back to that last day they were together.

“Gilda. I-”

“Wow guys. That was really cool!” chirped Pinkie as she floated up with a few dozen balloons tied around her barrel. Gilda was momentarily dumbstruck, but Rainbow had facehooved, telling herself she shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was. Not expecting Pinkie was precisely the time Pinkie was most likely to show up. “That was an awesome win, Rainbow Dash. You’re really learning to put that cock to good use.”

“Pinkie!” Rainbow hissed and made the same ‘kill’ motion as before. “Not now.”

“Huh. Why not?”

Rainbow’s eye twitched. “Do you not know what,” she made the motion again, “means?”

After sticking her tongue out to the side in thought for a second, Pinkie reached into her mane and pulled out a book titled ‘Social Cues and You’ by Pinkie Pie, and began skimming. “It means, uh, stop?”

Rainbow’s eyes were borderline manic as she gritted her teeth and nodded. “Later, Pinkie. We’ll do this-”

“Right now!” Gilda barked, surprising both mares as she climbed to all fours and assumed an aggressive posture.

“Gilda?”

“You heard me. I’m sick of this cotton candy dweeb butting in on our us-time. It’s time we settled things once and for all.”

Pinkie blinked owlishly. “Uh, did I do something wrong?”

“Pinkie,” Rainbow began. “You know how you usually have no grasp of personal space and all of us in Ponyville just sort of put up with it?” Pinkie nodded and Rainbow pointed at Gilda. “Not so much.”

“Oh? Oh… OH! Oh, I’m so-so-so-so sorry. I saw you two up here and it looked like you might have been hurt. You were really sad. So I wanted to come up and make sure you were doing okay.”

“Enough excuses,” Gilda snarled. “You. Me. Contest. The winner gets to be Dash’s permanent bottom bitch. Loser leaves town forever.” She flared her wings and stretched her claws, trying to look as big and menacing as possible. “What do you say, pipsqueak?”

Pinkie didn’t need long to formulate a response. “First of all, I’m not Pipsqueak. This is Pipsqueak,” she said as she extracted the spotted colt from her mane.

“How did I get here!?” he screamed as his legs kicked impotently in the air.

“Secondly,” Pinkie continued as she casually inserted the flailing colt back into her silencing mane, “that doesn’t sound like something either of us can win.”

Gilda scoffed. “What? Ya chicken?”

“Again, no. This is a chicken.” She indicated the chicken headed serpent she’d just pulled from her mane, only to put it right back before it could make eye contact with anyone. “Whoops. Wrong episode.”

Gilda turned to Dash and gestured at Pinkie, looking utterly incredulous at what she was seeing. Rainbow just shrugged helplessly.

“Anyway, that sounds like something all three of us would lose, no matter what happened,” Pinkie said, only to elaborate before Gilda could get a word in. “Firstly, let’s say you won. I throw the best sex parties the province over. Parties are always the best way to meet and fuck new people, and I get the feeling you don’t know that many ponies you’d feel comfortable calling fuck buddies.”

Gilda flinched at the accurate assessment, but stood her ground. This was just a pony, after all. Nothing like Rainbow. She could handle a common pony… she hoped.

“Besides that, if I left, not only would I lose my chance to pound that ass and fill it with my own special cream filling,” Pinkie gestured at her cock, “but a lot of ponies would get upset at you for making their favorite party planner leave town. That’s not gonna win you too many friends. Also, not sure if Dashie told you this part, but she, me, and four others are part of this thing involving holy artifacts that have bonded to us based on our affiliation with sex-based virtues; which I’m pretty sure means the six of us have been unofficially conscripted by the crown as defenders of the realm. Sort of a teenagers with attitude kind of thing.”

“But I’m twenty two,” Rainbow blurted while trying to process everything else Pinkie had just said.

“So I think any effort to forcibly separate any of us, especially by a citizen of a different country, could theoretically be viewed as a crime against the crown and even a declaration of war. Not something you want to deal with. Trust me.”

Gilda blanched. She’d only caught every other word, but she’d managed to hear enough to know that she’d be seriously screwed if she won this contest, and not in the good way.

“Alternatively, if I won, I would still lose,” Pinkie continued. “If I won, that would mean causing one of Rainbow’s oldest friends to leave town before we even had the chance to have a threesome, which is just thirty two flavors of awful in its own right. Not to mention planting the seeds of resentment for making her lose her friend, which would inevitably blossom into a tree of vengeance, which would coat the land in pollen of apathy, and that would-I’m a stop myself right here because even I don’t know where to go with this,” Pinkie informed. “The point is that it’d put a strain on our friendship that could potentially end it down the road. Also, picking between fuck buddies like this is just dumb. Everyone knows orgies are best, and ya can’t really have those if you’ve sent away every potential fucker in town.”

Gilda blinked owlishly as she slowly settled back down onto the cloud beside Rainbow. “That’s, uh… a lot,” she eventually managed to say. “Do you, uh, can I just think about things for a little bit?”

“Yaperoony,” Pinkie chirped as if she hadn’t a care in the world. Then, using her tail as a propeller, demonstrating an expertise that put AJ to shame, she flew away into the distant clouds, deciding to leave her fate to the wind until the helium wore out.

***

Later that day, Pinkie had decided to treat herself to a sweet milkshake. It was strawberry, Pinkie’s favorite flavor that day. She was just slurping, crunching some numbers, and hashing out a few ideas for Gilda’s welcome party. Whatever else might happen, Pinkie’s experience told her that parties were frequently the answers to all of life’s problems. Also hacksaws. Hacksaws usually made for a solid plan B. That’s when she heard the familiar whoosh up above that could only have been Rainbow Dash, and not any of the 567 other pegasi that called Ponyville home. Spying the familiar rainbow trail and the griffon beside it come down for a landing, Pinkie pulled a controller from her mane and tuned the frequency to the listening devices she’d planted in that area.

“I’ll fly on ahead and get your job applications ready,” Rainbow said.

“Thanks Dash, but you really don’t have to.”

“I do, actually,” Rainbow replied plainly. “Unless you’re willing to go through two months of probationary part time, it helps to have a voucher for your skills. We just need to hash out a date so you can strut your stuff and show everyone how awesome you really are.”

Gilda brushed her talons against a tuft of feathers, trying to look nonchalant, but Pinkie had grown wise to the Griffon’s wiles.

“Not that I’m worried or anything,” Gilda began. “But…”

“Hey. Worst case scenario, I sit on my manager’s face ‘til she capitulates. Hell, she’ll probably refuse anyway just so she can have an excuse.” Rainbow chuckled, but saw the way Gilda still looked uneasy. “Easy there, big girl.” She walked up beside Gilda and, after making sure they were relatively alone and unseen, threw a hoof over the griffon’s shoulder and pulled her in for a quick hug. “Like you said, I’m your dom, which makes your happiness my responsibility.” She nuzzled under Gilda’s beak. “Right?”

“R-right.”

“So there’s nothing to worry about,” Rainbow assured. “Just hang out around here and grab something to eat. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” And she took off, leaving Gilda all alone.

“Hi, Gilda!”

-for an entire half second.

“Pinkie?” Gilda yelped after jumping out of her feathers. “When’d you get here?”

“Oh, I’m always here. Always listening, watching, sniffing… My eyes and ears are everywhere. I know everything about everyone in town. Nothing happens around here without me learning about it sooner or later. There is no privacy, no secrecy when Pinkamena Dian Pie is about. Your very soul will be laid to bare before my everlasting judgment.” Pinkie informed demurely. “And now that you’re here, I’m going to know you too. Rejoice, lesser chimera, for your life and your fate are now in my pink hooves.”

Gilda’s tail found its way between her legs as she stared in horror at the pink poof. Before she’d just thought of this mare like every other pony, an annoying dweeb to be ignored. Then she’d been surprised by the mare’s uncanny insightfulness. And now… now she was fighting the urge to start shaking in her fur at the way those blue eyes seemed to be staring into her very soul, contemplating the odds of her escaping if she started flying now.

“Want some fish?”

“… wat?”

“Fish. You know. They have scales, swim around in the water, and go blub-blub-blub.”

“I know what fish are,” Gilda said irritably, briefly forgetting the terror from earlier. “Are there actually fish around here?”

“Yaperoony. It’s kind of an exotic dish, since the town is mostly earth ponies and we really aren’t the biggest fans of meat,” Pinkie explained. “There are a few high end restaurants that cater to those with more exotic tastes, but since you’re new in town, you probably don’t have the bits for that.”

Gilda sighed in affirmation. She knew she shouldn’t show weakness like this, but she was too unnerved to challenge the pink mare.

“So if you want fish on the cheap, you’re gonna have to talk to Ponyville’s chief wildlife expert. She’s got this little reserve on the edge of town that’s home to all kinds of exotic animals, so she’s got all kinds of food to keep them fed. You’ll need to talk to her if you want to hash out any kind of deal.”

Gilda blinked. “Wow. That’s… actually really thoughtful of you,” she admitted, sounding more than a little surprised. “Thanks, Pinkie.”

“Hey. No problem, Gildy,” Pinkie cheered as she wrapped an arm around the larger creature and pulled her into a half hug. “What are friends for?”

“Gildy?” she asked, not daring to resist.

“Buuut. If it makes you feel better, I could take in trade for this information the chance to fuck your brains out.”

Gilda chuckled nervously. “Ya know, it does actually.” That was how things went back in Griffonstone. Nothing was free, so the familiarity of the trade was an unexpected relief. Gilda patted Pinkie’s hoof. It was the best she could do to return the hug at this time.

As the odd pair walked down the road, Gilda took note of the change in the way ponies were staring at her. before, like always, they looked at her with mistrust and apprehension. A few even had the balls to throw a spiteful sneer her way, which she was more than happy to return with a predatory glower, making them piss themselves and run. Ponies were just losers like that. That’s what everyone thought back in Griffonstone, anyway, and the only exception Gilda had ever seen to this unquestioned rule was the Rainbow Dash. But now the ponies of this lame, hodunk town looked at her with… friendliness? That didn’t seem like the best word, but Gilda was currently hard-pressed to think of anything else. The ponies were waving at her, shouting friendly greetings, and asking a few casual questions. It was all terribly off-putting to the loner, and she was currently racking her brain trying to figure out what had caused this change.

“Wave back,” Pinkie whispered.

“Huh?”

“They’re waving at you. Wave back, birdbrain.”

Gilda’s beak very nearly curled into a snarl at the pony’s racist remark, but she thought better of it. Those blue eyes might look happy and carefree on the surface, but Gilda had flown over the ocean before. She knew that, no matter how pretty the waters might seem at first, the sea held terrible things beneath its depths. As such, she complied with the pink ponker’s direction and returned the waves. She also forced herself to answer some of the questions thrown her way.

“Who are you?”

“Gilda?”

“You new in town?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Where are you staying?”

“With my, uh…”

“There are some spare rooms in the inn down the street.”

“Thanks, Rose, but she’s already got arrangements,” Pinkie answered on Gilda’s behalf, which seemed to satisfy the nosy pony.

“It’s cuz of you, isn’t it?” Gilda accused. “You’re the reason everyone’s acting all different around me.”

“Probably,” Pinkie answered with a chipper chirp. “Everyone knows me, so they trust me. So when they see me with you, it gets them thinking that maybe you’re not so scary.”

“What if I like when ponies think I’m scary?” Gilda asked. “It keeps the stupid ones from bothering me.”

“You sure?” Pinkie asked right back. “I’d think it’d mean the stupid ones would be the only ones with guts to talk to you, because all the more sensible ponies have figured out you just don’t want to talk at all.”

“Well I do, er, don’t,” was Gilda’s confused reply. “I like being by myself.”

“Without any blue pony flanks to sit on your face?” Pinkie asked, catching Gilda off guard. “I doubt that.”

“Whatever,” Gilda dismissed and the two continued onwards. The journey went on much the same after that with the griffon giving automatic responses after a while. Her heart just wasn’t in it, this absurd level of casual interaction. Eventually Gilda realized that all of the ponies seemed to be doing this with one another, so did that mean them extending the same to her was some sort of show of welcome? Back home, no one ever did anything like this. A barely audible grunt of acknowledgement would be considered unusually well mannered. Griffons mostly kept to themselves, rarely speaking unless it was a matter of business or carnal need.

One incident in particular caught Gilda’s avian eye. A stallion and a filly walked up to one another, shared some soft words, the filly kissed the stallion, and both just went on their way. In Griffonstone, the much larger male would have surely taken the younger female. Alternatively, if the young female were of a noble house, she’d have offered the male a few coins in exchange for humiliating himself for her amusement. Outside of family, there was almost never any sort of concern for how one’s lover felt.

But Rainbow… No. Ponies were different. Ponies cared. Griffons viewed any shows of emotion as a sign of weakness. Gilda had been a sensitive little chick growing up, leading to an awful lot of bullying. Even her own parents told her she had to toughen up, which she tried to do. Rainbow had been the only other creature to react to her with empathy, to let her be herself, even if only in private. That had been both a blessing and a curse, because Rainbow was a pony. Griffons dominated ponies. Griffons were big strong meat eaters, and ponies were, well, ponies.

But Gilda had never felt more secure with herself than when she was with/beneath Rainbow. It was only thanks to the little filly’s encouragement that Gilda had found the courage to stand up for herself to begin with. Even so, she always wound up overcompensating for the inherent insecurities of these feelings coming from a pony, which had ultimately led to her ‘bad’ attitude that helped her take her place in Griffonstone, but always earned apprehensive looks from ponies.

Soon, a cottage built into a tree came into view, along with a veritable sea of animal cages. Gilda broke from her reverie as she realized that this must be the place. “So, who’s this animal expert we’re going to see, anyway?”

Pinkie snorted a laugh.

“What?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Think back to what you were talking about with Rainbow, earlier,” Pinkie instructed to Gilda’s perturbed confusion. “Now, given that we’re going to see an animal expert, think of the most dramatically ironic answer to that question of who we’re going to meet.”

Gilda blinked. “Are you trying to be confusing, or are you like this with everyone?”

Pinkie just laughed. “Oh, there she is.” She pointed.

“There she…?” Gilda started to ask, only to follow Pinkie’s line of sight to a butter yellow pegasus that the griffon recognized instantly. “Oh for fuck’s sake!” she groaned. “Not her.”

“Yup. Its her, alright,” Pinkie chirped. “Yet another friend from the past.”

“She’s not my-”

“And not only does she have an army of trained beasts ready to attack anyone they think is threatening their beloved momma, but she’s also kind of the town’s sweetheart. We’ve all got a soft spot for her, except when that spot is hard, if ya get my meaning.” Pinkie giggle-snorted. “So, word to the wise, best to be on your best behavior around the mare who fucks bears for her job.”

Gilda audibly gulped. “Am… am I being kidnapped? Because it’s starting to feel like I’m being kidnapped.”

“Hi, Fluttershy!” Pinkie called, ignoring Gilda’s reasonable concerns.

“Oh, hello Pinkie,” Fluttershy replied quietly. “And…” She trailed off, eyes widening in recognition. The yellow mare attempted to hide behind her mane as the ponker and familiar griffon approached. She then whispered, almost too quietly for anyone to hear, “H-hey… Gilda.”

As a predator, Gilda knew well the signs of when others of her kind were out and about. And right now, she was surrounded. As she and Pinkie made their way through the pins and cages, a shiver of anxiety shot its way up her spine. The way these animals were looking at her was unsettling. Even that one mouse was threateningly tapping a stick into his little paw as his eyes followed her every move. Gilda promptly stripped herself of any aggressive posturing, trying to make herself look as meek and approachable as possible. It was all she could do not to roll over and show her belly in unconditional surrender before such overwhelming force.

The newcomers approached the animal caretaker, stopping at what seemed like a polite distance away. They said nothing for a while, the only sounds being the quiet chittering of animals. Gilda swore she saw a bear off in the distance. It had three fingers stuffed into the openings of wine bottles, which it was tapping together while a manic grin adorned its face. She nearly pissed herself at that one.

“Ahem,” Pinkie coughed and elbowed Gilda in the side.

“Oh, right!” Gilda remembered. “Well, you see, um…”

“Say ‘hi’ first,” Pinkie whispered.

“Hey there, uh, Fluttershy,” Gilda greeted awkwardly. “How have things, uh, been?”

“Oh, fine,” Fluttershy squeaked quietly. “It’s nice to see you again… Gilda.”

“Hehe. I’ll bet it is,” Gilda replied with a casual examination of her claws, only to remember where she was and resume her more benign posture. The awkwardness was getting to near unbearable levels. Probably best to just get this over with. “Look, Shy. Me and Dash have, well, kinda gotten back together again. She even invited me to stay at her place.”

“Oh. That’s nice of her,” Fluttershy replied with a bit more volume this time.

“It is,” Gilda replied with a hopeful sigh. “Anyway, her pinkness over here,” she gestured with her thumb at the heroically posing Pinkie, “said you’d be my best bet for getting fish on the cheap around here.”

“Fish? You want some of my fish?”

Gilda nodded. She braced herself for some sort of rebuke, ready to take off at a moment’s notice. She’d only heard second claw from Dash how Fluttershy had fallen in love with the animals on the ground. As such, she’d imagined some sort of hyper protective mama bear type who might take offense at her carnivorous physiology.

“Freshwater or saltwater?”

“Uh, I guess salt would be nice. I’m mostly just looking for something I can afford right now.”

“In that case, I know this stallion who works at the aquarium in Filidelphia. He usually gives me a good deal on surplus salmon he feeds the sharks,” Fluttershy explained, sounding much more casual now that they were talking business. “The aquarium always over orders, so that means a lot of extra fish for the rest of us caregivers looking out for predators. I could sell you some at cost? Um, if that’s okay with you.”

Gilda beamed. She’d heard that the Filidelphia aquarium was one of the best in the country. In her mind, that meant she’d soon be dining on the ritziest of leftovers. “That actually sounds perfect. Thanks a lot, Cl-Fluttershy,” Gilda said, stopping herself from using the name the bullies had given yellow quiet so long ago. “You’re not as lame as I thought.”

Fluttershy pulled back behind her mane. “Um, thanks, I guess.”

A bunch more animals lifted their heads and turned ominously to face the griffon.

Realizing her fuck up and not wanting to stay here any longer, Gilda quickly hashed out a time and place to meet with yellow quiet for their first exchange before beating a retreat as hastily as she dared.

“Eh,” Pinkie said with a shrug. “Ya take what progress you can get.” And she pronked off, entirely unconcerned for the way the animals were eying her up for bringing this outsider that had upset their mama.

***

Back at Rainbow’s cloud home, the pegasus returned from her extended ‘negotiations’. She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and flew straight into her bedroom on the upper floor. “S’up, Gilda,” she greeted the creature curled up on her bed and only lightly touching herself. Rainbow’s face grew serious. “Something happen?”

Gilda gave an extended sigh. “Just thinking.”

Rainbow climbed up beside the larger creature and threw a hoof and wing over her shoulders. “‘Bout what?”

Gilda felt the tension leave her body at Rainbow’s touch. Sometimes she hated how the cyan mare made her feel, but could never get enough. Was this what addiction felt like? “I spoke to Fluttershy.”

Rainbow’s face was impassive as she listened, waiting for Gilda to explain herself at her own pace.

“I was… I mean, that pink pony was there, and she told me to be extra polite cuz of all the bears and… and how everyone in town seems to like the shy type,” Gilda explained, stumbling over the words as they left her beak. “And I was doing okay for a bit, I think. I didn’t yell, or insult her, or anything.”

Rainbow grinned and moved her hoof down to a sensitive spot behind the griffon’s ear. “That’s real good Gilda. I’m proud of you.”

Gilda felt her core temperature rise several degrees from that comment, and her leg start to twitch from the touch.

“But why go to Fluttershy at all?” Rainbow continued. “I thought she was-”

“I needed fish,” Gilda cut in. “Pinkie asked if I wanted fish and said Fluttershy was who I’d need to talk to. She… she agreed to sell me some at cost.”

“Heh. Sounds like Fluttershy,” offered Rainbow. “She’s a real sweetheart like that.”

“She didn’t have to, though,” Gilda added. “With all those animals there… she could have extorted me for whatever she wanted. But she didn’t. She just… did me a favor, without expecting anything in return.” Gilda’s tone made her statement sound more like a question.

“Like I said. She’s just a sweetheart like that,” Rainbow repeated while continuing her petting. “Granted, as big as you are, she might be planning on whoring you out to satisfy some of her larger pets in the future.” Gilda tensed. “But only if that’s okay with you,” Rainbow said in a remarkable imitation of Fluttershy’s eternal whisper.

Gilda snorted. “Stupid pony. She could have gotten back at me for all those times I was mean to her.”

Rainbow remembered. Usually she could keep Gilda under control, but the griffon would often seek to monopolize her time with the young speedster, which frequently resulted in pushing out ponies like Fluttershy. “Ya know, I don’t say this too often, but I think Pinkie might have had a point.”

Gilda gave a disinterested grunt.

“Holding grudges like that just isn’t any fun for anyone, especially compared to makeup sex.” Rainbow emphasized her point by snaking her tail beneath Gilda’s, causing the larger creature to give a small jump. “And if you were with Pinkie Pie, I’m guessing she was probably trying to show you what it’s like to have ponies actually being nice to you when you’re not being so bitchy.”

Gilda chuckled. “I guess you could say that.”

“And?” Rainbow asked leadingly.

“And… I guess it wasn’t so bad,” she conceded.

“You told me how you always felt out of place back in Griffonstone,” Rainbow continued. “You finally knew how to act, but that’s all it was: an act.” She leaned down until her face was inches from Gilda’s. “How’s it feel being around ponies?”

Gilda gave a whine and tried to pull away, but Rainbow held her fast. The griffon knew she was more than strong enough to break free of the pony’s grip, but something deep in her psyche refused to even consider it. It probably had something to do with her inability to imagine anywhere she’d rather be than by Rainbow’s side. “It’s dumb. All the stupid ponies are stupid lame with their stupid smiles, stupid friendliness, stupid… giving out of free stuff…”

“Generosity?”

“Another stupid pony word for something that’d never fly back in Griffonstone.”

Rainbow sighed patiently as she continued to pet Gilda. “And?”

Despite pulling her head away, Gilda scooched her body closer to Rainbow’s. “I… didn’t hate it.”

Beaming with joy, Rainbow kissed Gilda beneath the jaw. “That’s a good bitch.”

***

Later that day, a goodly portion of Ponyville had gathered for Gilda’s welcome party at Sugar Cube Corner. The banner up ahead described as much, with a subheading warning the attendees that there were practical jokes hidden throughout the party area. Gilda stayed practically glued to Rainbow for the most part, where she felt the most comfortable, but she did her best to put on a brave face to greet the other party goers as they came up.

“I’m real proud of you, Gilda,” praised Rainbow. “You’re really starting to put yourself out there and finally getting along with ponies.”

Gilda grinned, hoping that Rainbow could at least feel it, even if she couldn’t see it. The cyan mare was currently sitting upon her face, cowgirl style. This allowed the pair to meet each other’s eyes, at least so long as Rainbow was mindful enough to move her cock and balls to the side while Gilda dug into her dom’s pussy.

At the same time, Pinkie had set up a sign behind the griffon’s exposed backside reading ‘Free Samples’, which everyone at the party took to mean they had free access to do as they pleased with the griffon. Stallions and mares alike took their turns to do as they pleased, fucking her up the ass, teasing her clit, groping her teats, or even tickling her lion feet with feathers. Some even used her eagle talons to masturbate with. Gilda accepted it all, allowing her body to be used in whatever way her dom allowed. The anonymity of the ponies was exhilarating, yet the way Rainbow would look at her never failed to reassure her when she started to get a little uncomfortable. Never once did she feel the need to pinch her dom’s ass and signal the end. Even when Rainbow was talking with her other friends and pretending like Gilda wasn’t even there, just using her like a toy, the griffon could only purr in delight as she gorged herself on the Rainbow Dash’s pussy. Everything just felt so right. As long as she had the Rainbow Dash by her side, or on top of her, having others see her submit to a pony didn’t seem so bad.

“So this is your new roommate, Rainbow?” Twilight asked while staring down at the exposed upper half of Gilda’s head. She’d never seen a griffon before, so it was fascinating to watch the avian beak move with the dexterity of lips. Twilight filed a mental note to invite Gilda over some time for tests; once her lab was finished, of course.

Blue fast waved a dismissive hoof. “Nah. She’s my live-in bitch.”

Rarity tittered. “Oh. Is that anything like a live-in maid?” She stopped herself from commenting that she’d been considering getting one for herself, not wanting to derail the conversation. Like Twilight, Rarity was also interested in what this griffon was capable of and hoped for the opportunity to play with her soon.

“Probably,” Rainbow said with a shrug and gestured back towards the sign. “As you can see, this slut’ll do whatever I tell her. Ain’t that right, slut?”

“Mmmph,” came Gilda’s muffled agreement as she continued to gorge herself.

“So I guess training her to do a few chores around Casa de Rainbow couldn’t hurt,” the speedster allowed as she ruffled Gilda’s head feathers with her hooves.

That part made Gilda a little uneasy. Things were going better than she’d hoped with Rainbow taking her back. However, she’d anticipated that this issue might come up. Like any good sub, she had no issue with taking her dom’s orders. Unfortunately, she didn’t exactly rate her own tidiness all that high. The simple solution would be to find a good trainer. Rarity sounded like she knew what she was talking about. So long as she was able to devote herself to making the Rainbow Dash happy, Gilda knew she’d be content.

“Darling, my shop happens to sell the latest and most fashionable leashes and collars. You know, in case you want to make things official,” Rarity informed with a flutter of her eyelashes.

Rainbow thought about this a moment. “We’ll see. I mean, me and Gilda just got back together. It might be too soon for that stuff.” She then felt Gilda tense beneath her. The look of worry in her eagle eyes told Rainbow that her unease wasn’t because somepony had bit too hard on her nipple again, but something more serious. She resumed petting her old fling, smiling reassuringly while staring directly into her eyes. “Not that I have any plans of dropping her any time soon,” she vowed. “Just need some time to make sure she’s a good fit, ya know.”

Gilda, finding this answer satisfactory, gave a relieved sigh and resumed her licking.

“Fair enough,” Rarity allowed before sauntering off to a different area of the shop.

Eventually Rainbow saw fit to remove herself from her new favorite cushion and encourage said cushion to try and mingle properly. Gilda’s ‘cool’ façade remained up most of the time, but Rainbow was able to see cracks start to form in her bitch’s armor. She accepted that nothing definitive would happen today, but progress had definitely been made in socializing Gilda with other ponies.

***

Dear Princess Molestia

Today I learned that it can be tricky seeing a friend hanging out with somepony who, well, is kind of acting like a total bitch. It can be easy to just write them off as an asshole that your friend should have nothing to do with. However, with time and a little patience, you might surprise yourself with what you learn. Maybe all the bitch needs is a cunt to gag on before she learns how to behave?

Yours Truly

Twilight Sparkle

P.S. Spike here. Just thought it worth mentioning that she’s making me write this while making the ‘bitch’ give her a boob job.

Author's Note

Well writing this chapter was an experience. Besides suffering writers block for months, I found myself constantly questioning how much sex to actually include. The setting based on the source paints sex as an ordinary and everyday thing. However, as a writer, I understand I need to be a little sparing with how much I use so as not to bore the reader.

Following the pranks, I was originally planning on sticking with the prompt by Alphamon_Ouryuken’s suggestion to have Pinkie and Gilda compete to please Rainbow, but then then I got to thinking. What would be the point of that? Given the setting, the idea of two people fighting to see who could sexually please a third just doesn’t seem to hold much conflict potential, especially given the modified personalities of pink ponk and blue fast. I thought and thought on the matter, and just let the story take me to its final conclusion.

I’m also encountering obstacles with the tone of the story. As any writer can tell you, comedy is hard. I have to balance a certain degree of zaneyness without going overboard, all while maintaining the logical consistency of the setting. For example: Pinkie’s speech about always watching was inspired by Aku’s speech about the same, as well as the Adventure Time episode featuring Bubble/Air, for equal parts intimidation and creep factor.

Additionally, even when I try to be silly, the story keeps trying to go into more serious and straightforward issues. One manifestation of this is my playing around with the idea of the Mane 6 still embodying the Elements of Harmony. Rainbow is both loyal and dominant, and it’s pretty interesting seeing how this informs her character. In that sense, she’d never turn Gilda away for being petty and/or insecure. She’d just put her in her place.

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