It’s a Breeze
It seemed like getting turned from pony to breezie and back would hurt, but it was more ticklish. Rainbow bit her lip to prevent giggles, lest she seem uncool as her body re-expanded to her normal form. Rainbow looked herself over to make sure she was still both awesome and hot. She was, which was good. Otherwise the world would have been deprived of a national treasure.
Rainbow didn’t know Twilight could do this, but it gave her ideas. Definitely maybe probably bad ideas. Something kept floating to the front of her mind, something Rainbow fantasized about since flight school.
“So, uh,” Rainbow grinned at Twilight. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be a griffon…”
“Not a chance,” Twilight answered without hesitation.
Rainbow didn’t give up so easily. “Oh, come on! What could it hurt? Just for a little bit… like a day or so!”
“Well,” Twilight went into boring explanation mode. “The spell hasn’t been adequately tested for form changes of more than an hour, so we shouldn’t take it lightly. Theoretically, it could cause serious physical issues or even psychological trauma and psychosis, and I’d never forgive myself if you were crippled or, well, driven insane... more insane.”
“Theoretically?” Rainbow rolled her eyes. “I’m not gonna forget how to fly right or go crazy just cause I’m a cat-bird for a day.” She breathed deep and made herself be serious. “Come on Twilight, this is something I’ve thought about since I was a filly. Just one day? Please?”
“Only one day,” Twilight sighed. Rainbow knew she couldn’t say no to her friend forever. “But you’ll have to find me a template.”
“No problem!” Rainbow agreed. “I got at least ten plates at home!”
“No, a TEMplate,” Twilight clarified. “Blueprints. When I turned us into breezies, I used breezies as a blueprint during the spell. You’d need to find a griffon willing to let me cast a spell on them to change you.”
“Well the only griffon I know is Gilda,” Rainbow huffed. “I don’t want to talk to her to be honest, but if I have to for this… eh, worth a try. You Pinkie Promise you’ll do it if I get a griffon to help?”
“Sure, I Pinkie Promise,” Twilight chuckled, putting a hoof on her eye. Now she’d keep the promise for sure.
“Forever….” Pinkie whispered from under a nearby rock.
Or else.
Twilight looked more smug than she should though. She thought Rainbow couldn’t get a griffon's agreement. Rainbow didn’t feel like tracking down Gilda, but Twilight challenged her with the disbelief. Rainbow had to now!
Rainbow found which neighborhood Gilda lived in via old friends from flight school, but they had no exact address. What’s more, that neighborhood was all the way in Griffonstone. If Rainbow didn’t have to prove somepony wrong, she’d went home and read about Daring Do going to an exotic location instead of doing it herself.
Griffonstone wasn’t as Rainbow Dash envisioned it. She didn’t expect grand palaces or skyscrapers, but she also didn’t expect slums and grass huts. Most lived in small shacks, and even the nicer buildings looked old.
This was the ‘capital’ of the Griffon Kingdom? There wasn’t even a train directly there; Rainbow had to fly over a kilometer to get there. It was no wonder Gilda had wanted to go to flight school in Cloudsdale. Did this place even have a school?
Rainbow glided to the residential district where Gilda should reside. The best Rainbow could say for it was that it was inhabited. She landed and trotted up to the nearest griffon, a large male griffon with a strange redish fez on his head.
“Hey, sup,” Rainbow said, giving him time to adjust to her sexy awesomeness so he could respond.
He glared at Rainbow and moved on. After asking a few others without success, Rainbow started to think that every griffon had the same rotten demeanor as Gilda. Rainbow was tempted to go home, but coming all this way and failing would be even worse than not trying. In hindsight, maybe Rainbow shouldn’t have bragged to everypony how she’d succeed.
“Oh it’s you,” Gilda’s familiar voice spoke from behind Rainbow. “And I thought my day couldn’t get any worse.”
“Gilda!” Dash turned around with a sigh of relief.
And then the relief went away because she remembered what a bitch Gilda had become. At least she could get this awkward conversation done though. If Gilda said no, Rainbow could find a way to blame it on Gilda. Maybe.
“Dash,” replied Gilda shortly. “What are you doing here? Don’t you know eating ponies is legal in the Griffon Kingdom?”
Dash couldn’t tell if Gilda was joking, though it’d explain why Rainbow had never met a pony from the Griffon Kingdom. Come to think of it, Rainbow had noticed a few hunger-like stares. Rainbow figured it was her impossibly athletic body they were staring at, but now Rainbow realized that being athletic meant being meaty. She decided it was best to leave soon just in case.
“Hey,” Rainbow tried to be pleasant, but was terrible at being fake. “I just wanted to catch up with you, got a few?”
“A few what?” Gilda grunted. If she’d glared any harder, her eyes might have burned out Rainbow's retinas. “I’m still deciding if I should get the ketchup, so you say what you’re gonna say.”
“I wanted to see you again is all,” stammered Rainbow, followed by an awkward chuckle.
“Come on, you wouldn’t come here if you didn’t need something.” Gilda was onto her. “Spit it out fast before I eat you; I’m imagining you spit-roasted now.”
Were those threats or low-key flirts? Either way, she wasn’t wrong.
“Fine!” Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Look, Twilight offered to cast a spell that would turn me into a griffon for a day, but she needs griffon ten plates… er blueprint. I thought that…”
Gilda burst out laughing. “Are you serious? You want to be a griffon so bad that you came all the way from Ponyville to find me?” She snorted. “Though if you want to be a griffon, you aren’t as stupid as I thought. So that’s something.”
“I should have known!” Rainbow shot back. “Buck off, doofus, I hope I never see you again!”
“Well, then go fuck yourself!” Gilda growled.
“Maybe I will!” Rainbow took the challenge.
Gilda clenched her beak and grew silent. Her face grew more intense than Rainbow had ever seen, but then a smile spread over her face. It made her look all the more predatory, and for a moment Rainbow expected to have to defend herself against the non-fun kind of eating.
“Oh come on, dweeb,” Gilda chuckled. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t be your little spell component; I just have a condition.” Gilda paused, then looked suddenly cross. “This is my meal! Scram!”
Rainbow turned to see another griffon approaching behind her, one with greenish feathers around her eyes and a scarf with a moon clasp on it. The griffon huffed, glared at Gilda, and walked off.
“Ooookay,” Rainbow said. She turned back to Gilda, but started glancing about every few moments to watch for predators. “What ‘condition’?”
“That she turns you into a drake,” Gilda smirked.
“A rake?” Rainbow blinked.
“A drake,” Gilda rolled her eyes. “That’s what a male griffon is called, dumbass. Females are hens, males are drakes.”
“Why would you even want me to do that?” Rainbow tilted her head.
“Why do ya think?” Gilda’s grin widened, her tail swishing high behind her. The predatory stare took on a whole new meaning.
“Oh, right,” Rainbow chuckled awkwardly. “Gilda, I know we experimented in flight school, but I’m not a lesbian.”
“I know that, moron,” Gilda huffed. “Look, you know I’ll manage to get you in the sack once you’re a griffon regardless. So if you’re ‘straight’, all the more reason to have a dick when that happens.”
Rainbow knew she was right. Gilda had always been able to get Rainbow to make an exception. That, and honestly, Gilda’s surprising forwardness made Rainbow damp. Just a little.
“So we gonna go?” asked Gilda when Rainbow quietened. “Or we going to stand here and check each other out?”
“Okay, okay, you got a deal,” Rainbow agreed, then chuckled. “I can’t wait to see Twilight’s face.”
“Why, did she want to watch?” Gilda tilted her head, but didn’t seem averse to the idea.
“Nah, she just thought I couldn’t pull it off,” said Rainbow as she turned to fly.
“Oh,” Gilda sounded disappointed.
It’s a Spell
Back in Ponyville, Rainbow and Gilda headed straight for the Golden Oak Library. Gilda insisted there be no other stops. Rainbow couldn’t decide if Gilda's enthusiasm was creepy or arousing.
"So uh, about before," Rainbow asked as they landed in front of the library. "Were you serious about eating ponies? I won’t crave pony meat, will I? Eating one of my friends would seriously lower my coolness factor."
Gilda rolled her eyes, refusing to dignify the question with an answer.
Rainbow dismissed the thought, flinging the library door library open. She strutted inside with Gilda following after. Twilight faced away from them as they came in, a book open in front of her, humming as she read. Gilda tilted her head and stared at Twilight as if contemplating.
"Welcome to the Golden Oaks Libra---" Twilight turned to greet the new visitors when she heard the door, but stopped mid-sentence. She took a few seconds to stare before continuing. "Wow. Um, hello Gilda... I see you're here. I take it you agreed to... the thing..."
“Yeah she agreed to the thing. Thought she wouldn't huh?” Rainbow chuckled.
"Did she have wings before?" Gilda muttered to Rainbow.
“She didn’t,” Rainbow whispered back. “She sorta got exploded and then promoted to a princess. Or something. I didn't understand what happened but here we are."
"Well don't expect me to call that cunt 'Princess'" Gilda rolled her eyes, not bothering to lower her voice or consider she didn’t know Twilight.
"Um, I can hear you," Twilight scrunched her face.
"I know you can," Gilda glared back at her, feathers poofing. "You gotta problem with that, cunt?"
Well this was going great. Rainbow needed to reign Gilda in for her own safety.
"Oooookay," Rainbow Dash moved between Gilda and Twilight. "Let's not get side-tracked. You promised, so you gotta go through with it; don't make me tell Pinkie you broke a Pinkie promise!" That was a legitimate threat.
“A what promise?” Gilda glanced aside to Rainbow Dash. “Ugh, all this Celestia-damned pony slang.”
“You...” Twilight glared at Gilda, quivering. She seemed offended, but judging by Twilight’s scent she’d gone into heat while Rainbow was on her trip. That always made mares emotional.
“Stop it Gilda!” Rainbow sighed. “Twilight, she only said it to get you peeved, so don’t shoot lasers out of your head or anything.”
“You should both watch your language,” sighed Twilight. “Fine, but after this, don’t bring her to the library unless it’s to apologize. Or check out a book. Or for legitimate scientific research.”
Gilda shrugged, then jabbed Rainbow Dash in the flank with one claw. "Don't forget the condition, Dash."
"Oh right." Rainbow said. "Gilda only agreed to help if you... make me a male griffon."
"A drake? Why?" Twilight asked.
"Why do ya think?" Rainbow shifty-eyed.
“I don't know,” Twilight peered. “I’ve never seen both species and gender magic used on a single pony. It might not seem like it, but different spells can combine in ways you don’t expect.”
"Come on," Rainbow groaned. "If you can change a pony into a breezie, giving one stallion bits should be a snap!"
During the conversation, Gilda reached a claw behind Rainbow. She groped Rainbow's slit, not hiding the action as she pushed a claw between Rainbow’s nethers. It earned a squeak from the pegasus before Gilda pulled the claw back and licked it. Rainbow Dash’s whole body stiffened, wings flexing, but didn't complain.
"Fine. but you can do better than her," Twilight sighed. "If you want to fool around in such a casual fashion, go to the spa or consider a friend instead.”
“Is that an offer?” Rainbow grinned. Banging a princess would be something she could brag about later.
“What?” Twilight blushed. “No! I mean… not that I mind the idea, but I… I didn’t mean it that way! I’m just saying… it wouldn’t be hard to find a willing mare with a decent attitude.”
“Fine,” Rainbow huffed.
“Let’s get this over with.” Twilight said. “Come back tomorrow so I can remove it.”
Twilight saw Gilda reaching for Rainbow’s plot again, so grabbed the griffon’s claw with her magic and pulled it back.
“This shouldn’t need said,” said Twilight. “But you shouldn’t have any part of yourself inside Rainbow’s vagina when I turn it into a penis. It can cause… complications. Trust me.”
"That makes sense I guess," shrugged Gilda, licking her finger one last time. "Just remember: if you turn me into any kind of pony, no magic in Equestria will fix what I do to you."
“I won’t,” Twilight sighed. “Fair warning though, gender-shifting spells have a side effect of increasing fertility that's difficult to counter. I’ll cast a birth control on Gilda to prevent…”
“Don’t you dare,” Gilda growled. “I only agreed to the one spell.”
“Fine,” Twilight said. “If you don’t like magic, use protection. Anyway, stand still.”
Twilight breathed deep, concentrating magic into a ball above her head. An energy beam shot out towards Gilda, causing the griffon to glow until looking at her was like staring into the sun. Gilda grumbled, then clenched her beak and snorted as if the scanning spell tickled. The magic then shot through to Rainbow from both Twilight and Gilda.
The physical change was less, so didn’t feel as weird, but the gender shift made up for that. It felt like her mare bits turned inside out; Rainbow couldn’t imagine how painful it’d be without magic to ease the shift. Rainbow’s vaginal cavity and ovaries reshaped into a shaft and a set of fleshy orbs, sheath forming around it.
The rest of her body shifted too. The fur around her neck and head flowered into feathers, her muzzle hardening into a beak. Her hooves crackled as they split apart into fingers and toes. Rainbow tried to stay standing, but her hind legs collapsed and she staggered to the floor.
She was out for a few seconds. When she opened her eyes, Twilight was closer, worry in her eyes. Rainbow nodded to let her know she was fine, staggering to her feet and looking at Gilda.
Rainbow had no idea what she looked like yet, but it must have been awesome, because Gilda stared wide-eyed. She drooled in more ways than one, a few drops of fun juice hitting the floor from between Gilda’s spread hind legs.
When Rainbow Dash looked back at Twilight, she was considering the new form too. From her expression though, her feelings were mixed. Twilight used her magic to produce a long mirror in front of Rainbow, and Rainbow grinned at what she saw.
She was an awesomer than average griffon. Rainbow had never seen a cyan griffon, much less one with rainbow feather highlights on her head. Her fur and wings had remained the same colors, though her head and chest was white save for the rainbow feather accents.
Rainbow held up a claw and wiggled her fingers, which were a darker shade of blue. She lifted a hind foot to wriggle it too, blue with darker blue foot pads. Both of her new limbs had wicked claws with a serrated edge; she’d have to be careful. Her tail swished as if not under her control, blue with a rainbow tip. The new body was larger than it had been, around Big Mac’s size. Her toned muscles were bulkier than before though she kept her feminine frame. She was more a hen with a dick than a drake.
Given looked to be drooling at a specific part, so Rainbow looked beneath herself. She had a healthy sheath, larger than any Wonderbolt she’d had, maybe approaching ‘Big Mac’ levels of huge. Large fleshy orbs hung behind the sheath, and Rainbow wondered if those dangly bits would make it harder to walk, much less fly. That couldn't be aerodynamic.
Rainbow jerked as the grinning Gilda moved behind her. The griffon grasped at Rainbow’s ball sack, massaging the sensitive new orbs rougher than she should have. Rainbow shivered, and the sheath plumped at the attention. She had to admit it felt amazing.
"Let's see what the full goods look like," Gilda said.
"Um, excuse me?" Twilight waved a hoof. "Please get a room first."
"Fine," Gilda rolled her eyes. "Where’s your bedroom?"
“W-what?” Twilight stammered. “You can't have sex in my bed without permission!”
"Well why not?!" Gilda’s hand moved to Rainbow's sheath, claws retracted thank Celestia, and massaged the underside. "You got that dragon slave, don't you? He can wash your sheets when we’re done."
“W-what?!” Twilight was too easy to mess with. “I will not make Spike clean up your… secretions!” She put a hoof to her face. “Whatever. Rainbow, do you have condoms? If not, go ask Pinkie. She hides condoms all over Ponyville in case of condom emergencies.”
“No condoms!” Gilda said, sounding annoyed. “I’m not wasting a drop of what this beauty has loaded.”
“Fine!” Twilight growled. “I was just trying to be nice! Just go somewhere else to scramble eggs!”
Rainbow enjoyed the new sensations too much to listen to them. She shivered and grunted before spreading her legs to give Gilda more wiggle room. Gilda took the wiggle room, massaging the sheath as Rainbow's dark blue tip oozed from her sheath tip.
“Yeah, no way I'm waiting,” said Gilda. “You can call the pony patrol on me, but this gorgeous meat is going balls-deep right here and now.”
“It’s not any more illegal here than anywhere else,” Twilight sighed. “Just rude. A library isn’t the place for this! If you want to do it in front of ponies, there's a section of Ponyville Park for that.”
“Rude?” Gilda chuckled. “Both Dash and I are certified assholes, so I don’t see the problem.”
Twilight didn't say more. Instead, she encompassed the two in a wave of energy. It was a familiar energy, so Rainbow braced for the teleport. In a flash, the two love-birds vanished from the library, finding themselves above Twilight's tree-house instead.
It’s a Test Drive
Rainbow Dash stood and flapped her wings to steady herself. These wings were bigger than what she was used to, griffons needed that to make up for a lack of pegasi magic. That meant Rainbow had both now, so she had to flap slower to avoid blasting off. She wondered how fast she could go now; being a griffon would be fun in more ways than just being Gilda's boy-toy.
"Those fucking ponies and their magic!" Gilda fumed. "Whatever! I'm still not waiting!"
Gilda glided and settled within the tree house’s branches, finding a spot where she could stand. Rainbow Dash followed her belatedly, awkward as she sat next to her. She wasn't as sure about this as Gilda was since Gilda chose a spot in front of Twilight's bedroom window. No doubt Gilda wanted Twilight to catch them out of spite.
“Uh, Gilda,” Rainbow chuckled. “If you want to do it in front of ponies, the park is the best place for that. Heck, the market would be a better placed than this; at least we wouldn't be in danger of getting zapped.”
“Yeah that sounds like a blast,” Gilda shrugged. “But I’d rather peeve your pegacorn friend.”
“You sure about this?” Rainbow asked. “I want to buck, but I don't want to piss off Twilight. And you definitely don't.”
“Come on! She won’t kill us because she caught us fogging up her bedroom window,” Gilda laughed.
“Well I’m just saying…” Rainbow almost continued her complaint but paused, sniffing the air. “What’s that smell?”
Whatever it was, it was intoxicating, like a stallion to a mare in heat. Rainbow had to grasp a nearby branch to keep from wobbling.
“Oh yeah, guess you didn’t notice with your pony nose,” Gilda grinned. “I’m in heat too. Did you think I was just horny because of your awesomeness?”
“Kinda, yeah,” Rainbow swayed, shaking her head to clear it. It didn’t work.
“Well, that was kinda it,” grinned Gilda. “But the heat helps.”
Less able to defend herself, it almost threw Dash out of the tree as Gilda bowled her onto her back. The back of Dash’s head thumped against Twilight's window.
“Ow!” Rainbow groaned, though the arousal dulled the pain. “Calm down, G, we got the whole day to do this!”
Gilda was way more eager than she expected. She slid a claw down Rainbow's chest, scratching across her belly and to her sheath, once again squeezing and massaging it. Gilda breathed heavy like she’d just flew a marathon.
“Take the compliment, doofus,” Gilda grinned. “I don’t demote myself to sperm sponge for just anygriff.”
“Not complaining!” Rainbow chuckled. “This is awesome!”
“It’s more than awesome,” Gilda’s eyes narrowed. “I want you to breed me, Dash.”
Dash squirmed as Gilda massaged her shaft, relaxing as Gilda's hands danced against her his-bits. One claw stroked up and down the sheath, the other sliding along Rainbow’s sack and fondling both orbs. Dash's shiny new bits responded, sliding free faster than before. Gilda tugged her sheath back, revealing more of the throbbing instrument.
“Breed?” panted Rainbow. She took too long to register the implication, but she did. “Gilda, I like you, but I don’t know if we should start a family…”
“Calm your seed sack,” Gilda rolled her eyes. “It’s a figure of speech.”
Rainbow assumed that meant that Gilda was on ‘egg control’. She was surely just antagonizing Twilight earlier.
Rainbow’s foggy mind didn’t consider if Gilda was lying or not. Instead she looked at her new swollen organ. She now understood why stallions got stupid when horny, and with the size of the dick Rainbow got, it stole a lot of blood that her brain should be using.
The shaft was more a monster than an equine shaft. The head was less blunt, but thicker near the base. It had barbs and ridges decorating the entire length, ready to rake against a hen’s sensitive inner reaches. Rainbow could take one, but she imagined the average mare would scream at the sight. Griffon hens must be tough bitches; that explained Gilda's personality.
As Gilda pulled the sheath all the way back, it revealed a knot at the base, something Dash was certain wasn't on feline or avian anatomy. Then again, Rainbow wasn't an expert on the penis structure of various creatures like Fluttershy.
"Look at that beast." If Gilda’s grin grew larger, it might have cracked her face in half. "Come on Dash, you've called me a slut before. Loosen up and let fly with the names, I'm just your personal egg-factory right now."
"Yeah, you are a slut," Rainbow panted, splaying out her legs. "But we aren't gonna make any eggs... you said you were on foal control, right?"
Gilda huffed and lowered her head to her pulsating shaft. Rainbow froze when she saw that razor-sharp beak inches from her new best-bits, but thanks to a long tongue, Gilda lapped all around it avoiding injury to anything vital. Gilda coiled her tongue around it to stroked, coating every ridge and barb with glistening saliva. Her warm breath was intoxicating against her, and Rainbow became putty in her claws.
Rainbow relaxed, deciding that Gilda didn't intend to do anything that would risk pregnancy. Gilda seemed annoyed at her lack of effort, placing Rainbow’s claw on her head as if demanding to be cock-choked. Rainbow wasn't sure how she felt about this, given that would put her hooked beak all the way around her precious bits.
Gilda somewhat eased those concerns when she opened her beak wider, unhinging it. Her tongue wrapped about her shaft, pulling it into her beak, nestling it right up against her throat, which swallowed teasingly against her. She stopped, wanting Rainbow to make her instead.
Rainbow figured that she may as well; even if the beak caused damage, these bits weren't a permanent addition. Besides, she was aching to abuse her old friend in retribution for her bitchiness during the last visit. She danced her fingers about on Gilda's head, waiting for her eyes to glare up in annoyance, before shoving her head downward.
She intended just to push in a little, but the warm, tight throat felt too amazing. It was her first experience having her new shaft inside something living, and she went crazy. She placed her other claw atop Gilda’s head, pushing her down all the way, not stopping until Gilda's beak pushed against her belly. The beak tip poked a bit, but nothing she couldn’t ignore when this horny. The squeezing of the gagging throat on her cock was incredible, choking convulsions massaging her. She couldn't imagine even Gilda’s pussy felt better.
"That what you wanted, cock-sucker?" Rainbow panted, pulling Gilda's head back up, grinding the barbs against her sensitive throat in the process. She gave her enough room for a quick breath before forcing her back down. " I always thought you preferred carpet, G. I didn't have a clue how much of a cock-fiend you are."
Gilda's eyes rolled back, either from pleasure or lack of oxygen, but she didn’t struggle. Rainbow stared as the girth of her shaft bulged Gilda’s neck with each thrust. She could even see the ripples along Gilda's neck as she choked. Maybe it was just the new experience, but this felt every bit as good as getting rammed balls-deep by a stallion. She could only imagine what Gilda’s other entrances were like.
Gilda turned around though kept her throat impaled on her shaft. Lost in bliss, Rainbow barely noticed until Gilda's behind was above her face, a few drops of warmth dribbling on Rainbow’s beak from the sopping wet slit. She licked the fluid up, every bit as delicious as she remembered her.
Rainbow wasn't sure at all about this. She was all for licking out Gilda’s honey pot for old times’ sake, but if her beak nicked Gilda, Gilda might bite down in revenge. Then again, she’d be even more likely to bite if she didn’t do what she wanted. Gilda indicated she wanted domination, but was the most aggressive submissive Rainbow had ever seen.
She opened her beak as wide as she could. It was easier than it looked to open as much as Gilda had, and Rainbow wondered what griffons ate whole that required this ability. It felt weird to pop her jaw out of joint.
Rainbow slid her tongue across Gilda's slit. The flavor was familiar but far more delicious. The aroma of Gilda’s fertility filled Rainbow’s lungs, almost hypnotizing her. No matter how much she knew she shouldn’t, it made her want to fuel Gilda’s egg factory more than ever. The secretions slid down her tongue and into her beak as soon as she touched it. Gilda pushed her hips down, not caring when she got poked.
Her new tongue was longer, she tasted depths of pussy that she'd never reached. She pushed Gilda’s firm lips apart, stroking the insides while moving one claw to tweak at her clit. The other claw continued to hold Gilda’s head, gripping harder and extending her claws. She moaned and arched her back, so close to her first male climax.
And then Gilda pulled her head off, leaving Rainbow's cock to flop against her belly, pulsing in complaint at the sudden hole deprivation.
"Hay!" Rainbow grumbled, sitting up again. "I thought you said you wanted it!"
"What?" Gilda half-chuckled as she turned and pushed Rainbow back down onto her back. "You think I'm gonna let you drop your first load of egg batter in my stomach? No fucking way; this monster’s gonna paint my womb white."
Gilda spread her legs to straddle Rainbow cowgirl-style. She rolled her hips, grinding her sopping wet cock-warmer against the shaft. Rainbow tried to play it cool and not thrust too soon, but her hips worked against her will and her shaft grinded against Gilda. Their bodies slipped against each other with a series of lewd smacking sounds.
“You said you were on egg control right?” panted Rainbow. It was surprising she was conscious enough to even think of that.
“Nope,” grinned Gilda.
"Whoa!" Rainbow said. "I thought we agreed not to do anything that might cause pregnancy!"
"I never agreed to that, doofus," Gilda laughed. "Eh, but fine, you can pull out before you go off."
They both knew Rainbow wouldn’t be able to do that. Rainbow put her claws against Gilda’s hips, shaking as she thought about pushing her off, but the heat from that pussy felt so good. Gilda lined herself up with Rainbow’s eager shaft, and Rainbow found herself pulling Gilda’s hips downward instead.
She impaled her friend on her fuck spire, groaning at the texture of slick, squeezing griffon flesh gliding down her length. Gilda gripped Rainbow’s shoulders and pushed herself down again. The determined hen forced it all the way and their wet bellies slapped together.
Gilda pulled upwards, shaking violently as Rainbow's barbs raked her most sensitive inner flesh, each rib and barb popping wetly as they flicked over her moist lips. They collided as if Gilda were a jackhammer, Rainbow unable to think thanks to the unimaginable bliss. Leaves and loose branches tumbled from the branch from their impacts.
Gilda’s pussy was even better than her throat, a hell of a lot better. No doubt that was what Gilda, and Rainbow’s cock, wanted her to think. The instinct to pump that fertile snatch full of seed took over her body, with her brain holding on by a thread.
"G-Gilda," said the little sentience left in Rainbow. "We should stop..." Rainbow sure as Tartarus didn’t stop ramming her though.
“Not. a. fucking. chance,” Gilda panted. “You have no idea how long I've waited for this, and this is my one chance to make chicks with the only girl I ever loved.” She groaned. “Damn that was cheesy.”
Rainbow wasn't sure if she should feel touched or creeped out; probably both. She gave it one last shot to stop herself. The effort to push Gilda’s hips away only made her grip harder until her claws poked through Gilda’s flesh like thumb tacks. It should have hurt, but Gilda squealed in delight at the aggression.
It was hopeless and Rainbow knew it. Well, since it was hopeless, she may as well enjoy the baby making!
Rainbow rolled, flipping Gilda over onto her back. Gilda's legs clenched around her hips like a vice, grabbing Rainbow’s hips in her claws too, like she thought Rainbow might escape. Rainbow ignored any pain thanks to her fuck-high and pinned Gilda. She pulled her hips up and slammed herself forward, nailing Gilda against the tree.
"You want it that bad?" Rainbow groaned. "You want knocked up with awesome? Then that's what you're getting!"
“Lame,” groaned Gilda. “Try again, dumbass.”
“Shut up and take it, cock sock!” Rainbow growled. “Lame or not, your pussy is mine.”
“Better…” Gilda panted, her tongue hanging out one side of her beak, dominantly submissive. “Fuck yeah, fill this cock sock.”
Gilda shivered when Rainbow took control, even more than she did when enraged. The griffon’s movements against her were brutal even with her held in a pile-driver position by Rainbow. Her sopping wet flesh convulsed around her cock, more intense with each shove, twisting and pulsing around her.
Rainbow knew what was about to happen, and she was eager to feel a maregasm from a male perspective. Gilda's cunt convulsed over her meat, squeezing as fuck honey poured down their thighs and drooled from the swinging sack. Gilda shrieked so loud that the neighbors would hear it, not to mention anyone in the tree house.
"Never creamed that hard for me before, bucking cock slut!" Rainbow lost all reluctance.
“Well you’ve never been breeding me, fuck nut,” Gilda squeaked. “So come on, knock your hen up, quench the cum-thirsty cunt.”
Rainbow thought about making her beg for it, but couldn’t hold herself long enough to try. She squawked as loud as Gilda had, tremors shaking her as the orgasmic seizure shocked her system. She pounded jets of thick, fertile griffon sperm to flood Gilda's eager womb. Rainbow had never experienced such an amazing surge of pleasure.
The knot of her dick swelled and the wet pop of Rainbow forcing it in and out between Gilda’s tight love lips joined the already audible lewdness. She packed her seed in as long as she could, straining harder the more it swelled, sweaty athletic muscles bulging with the effort. Soon her knot's size exceeded her thrusting force, and she found herself stuck belly-deep inside the impregnated femme. Rainbow pushed her upper body closer to Gilda and felt Gilda’s belly swell from the amount of sperm deposited there.
Neither of them cared about being trapped together. They pushed their sweaty bodies together, wrapping their wings around one another, running their claws over one another’s form and twirling their tongues together, deep kisses exchanging flavors. Each wanted to touch as much of their lover at once as they could.
Rainbow snapped out of her lustful episode though when Gilda stopped moving.
"What?" Rainbow chuckled, "Did I knock you out with my awesome skills?"
"Look into the window," Gilda said, her smirk audible.
Rainbow’s head swooned as she turned to Twilight's window. There was Twilight, sitting on her haunches behind the bed, both front hooves between her thighs and breathing heavily. A pen and parchment floated near her; she’d taken at least a dozen pages of notes about the shameless act of griffon breeding outside her window.
It took Twilight a moment before she realized that the cat-birds had stopped and were staring at her with wide grins. Her eyes widened as she realized they had seen her, squeaking loud enough for the griffons to hear through the closed window. Twilight dropped the pen and parchment, but kept her head up, blushing up a storm.
Rainbow thought it couldn't get any better, but it did. Spikes head poked up from behind the bed to see what was wrong; Twilight’s hooves hadn’t been rubbing at herself as much as holding Spike’s head. Twilight pushed him back down with both hooves, her blush doubling, but was easy to notice how wet Spike's muzzle had been with Twilight’s secretions.
Gilda laughed. It’d be hard to get inside with Rainbow still stuck inside her, but she pulled the window open, anyway.
"What'cha doin' pony?" Gilda asked. "Did that purple pony princess pussy get wet watching us?"
"This isn't what it-" Twilight stammered, then sighed. "Okay, this is what it looks like. I had cast an invisibility spell, but it must have slipped due to… excitement. Sorry... I... it was for science! You know um.... there aren’t a lot of books on griffon mating habits."
"But I’m not a real griffon," Rainbow said. "I doubt I buck like one. You sure you weren't just taking notes to clop to later?"
"How old is your slave, pony?" Gilda chose another route than Rainbow.
“Older than he looks!” Twilight defended. “I hatched him when I was eight, dragons just age slower because they live longer.”
“I'm old enough!” Spike claimed, licking her lips as he popped her head back up again. “And I’m not a slave, I’m a number one assistant!”
“Yeah, you’re ‘assisting’ all right,” Rainbow smirked.
“Look, I’m bad at implying,” said Gilda. “So, I’ll be blunt; is he young enough for me to blackmail you into sex by threatening to turn you in for sex with a hatchling?”
“He’s legal age,” said Twilight. “Technically… I mean he was in the egg for several years before being hatched, so I’m sure I could argue that.”
“Yeah and I guess you’re a princess, so they’d listen to you,” Gilda sighed. “Damn it.”
“Don’t be a bitch, G,” Rainbow rolled her eyes, hoping this didn’t turn into an argument. It’d be awkward to argue with Gilda with Rainbow’s cock still stuck inside her egg factory. “Believe me, if you’d felt a dragon tongue, you’d indulge too.”
“And how do you know that?” Twilight asked Rainbow with motherly anger, but then shifty-eyed at her own hypocrisy. She turned the conversation back to Gilda to distract. “Why would you want to blackmail me into sex, anyway? You hate me!”
“Me hating you doesn’t make you less hot,” Gilda said. “Besides, it’d be Dash fucking you. I figure she’d like that.”
“Wait,” Rainbow said. “You can’t just decide who I buck.”
“For crying out loud, say fuck!” Gilda face-clawed. “Damn pony slang. Anyway, shut up, it’s not like you’d pass up royal pussy.”
“I wouldn’t pass her up even if she wasn’t a royal,” said Rainbow. “But I don’t think she’s into me getting into her.”
“You… wouldn’t pass me up?” Twilight stared.
“Yeah well,” Rainbow rolled her eyes. “I find egg heads hotter than I should, third behind Wonderbolts and Daring Do. And… now that I’m male, your heat smells really bucking good... fucking good, whatever.”
“What about griffons?” growled Gilda.
“Get a Daring Do cosplay and we’ll talk,” said Rainbow.
“Well, it’s not like I’d mind,” said Twilight, blushing. “But you’re um… starting a family with Gilda, right? Would that be right?”
“It’s not cheating if I tell her she can, sheesh,” Gilda scoffed. “You dumb cunt.”
“Calm your tits, G,” Rainbow sighed.
Rainbow then quietened, eyes widening as it sank in that she’d just started a family with Gilda. As if to punctuate the brief silence, her shaft pulled free of Gilda with a lewd slurp.
“Could she knock you up?” asked Gilda.
“Well theoretically you could impregnate either species while morphed between them,” said Twilight. “But nopony tested that to my knowledge.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Gilda sighed. “I guess you don’t want to be the first to find out. Whatever.”
“Well I mean,” Twilight looked thoughtful. “Proving something new is a good goal for any mage or scientist. I mean…” her blush returned in force. “Hmmm…. You wouldn't care? I mean sex is one thing, but letting your mate breed somepony else is...”
“If you don't want it, you can give it to me,” shrugged Gilda. “I don't mind raising two with Dash and having to care for a foal my mate made with somepony else is hot as fuck.”
“You sound like Mister Cake,” Twilight said. “N-not that there's anything wrong with that if that's your thing.”
“Well,” Rainbow chuckled, realizing she had a chance at this. The griffon and pony heat smells were making bad ideas sound great. “You want me to fuck a foal into you for science?”
“Damn it,” sighed Spike. “I'm gonna be really pent up by the end of this, huh?”
“No necessarily,” smirked Gilda.
It’s Friendship
“F-fine,” Twilight nodded. “But only for magi-science! And to strengthen our friendship.”
Gilda shoved the window open as wide as she could. She barely fit but forced herself through all the same. Even no longer tied to Gilda, Rainbow was pulled through too. All that sweat and juice was sticky.
Rainbow tumbled headfirst into the wall when they came free, not that it made her any dizzier than she already was. Gilda left her there for a moment, approaching Twilight instead. Her thighs were sticky with Rainbow’s load as the excess oozed out of the unplugged griffon slit.
Gilda approached with feathers and wings poofed and a predatory grin. Twilight stepped back but seemed more awkward than afraid. After all, an hour ago she’d told Gilda to get out. Gilda nipped at Twilight’s ear, then licked her lips as she moved to Twilight’s bed.
“Looks like we’re gonna fuck on your bed anyway,” Gilda said as she climbed into it. She took the extra step of rubbing her behind against the bed to make sure she got plenty of griffon goo on it.
“W-wait,” stammered Twilight. “I only agreed to sex with Rainbow Dash.”
“Come on, don’t be a bitch,” Gilda rolled her eyes. “I’m allowing you to fuck my mate right in front of me, and you won’t let me join? I'm no duck.”
“Cuck,” corrected Rainbow Dash.
“Mates?” Twilight glanced at Rainbow as if unsure. “That idea will take time to get used to.”
“Eh-he,” Rainbow chuckled. “Well yeah, it’s sudden.”
“F-fine,” Twilight took a deep breath. “I suppose that’s fair. I wouldn't want to... get between a couple.”
“Oh, you'll be between us all right,” Gilda narrowed her eyes.
Twilight tried to look detached as if it were just another experiment, but trembled as she trotted to the bed. She even floated a quill and parchment nearby as if intending to take notes. With a wide-eyed stare, she climbed into bed with Gilda, glancing at Rainbow again. Rainbow was nervous herself, but wasn’t about to decline an interspecies threesome involving the hottest egghead she'd ever known. She staggered to the bed as well and climbed onto it.
Twilight whinnied as Gilda lunged at her on the bed. Not expecting the enthusiasm, Twilight’s eyes widened further as Gilda pulled her into a kiss. She slurped at Twilight’s muzzle as Rainbow was climbing into the bed. Twilight knew she should back out of the arrangement while she still could, but she'd been seconds from orgasm when Spike stopped eating her out. She wanted something inside her.
Gilda dragged her claws over Twilight’s shivering form as Rainbow moved closer. Rainbow joined to make it a three-way kiss. Twilight cringed at first, having to push down her instinctual fear of the predator's meat-tearing beak and serrated claws sliding over her form. She pushed her tongue in response though and explored their beaks, feeling around as if curious at the internal structure.
Now that she’d given in to the idea, Rainbow’s shaft was harder than ever in anticipation of breeding Twilight. She slid one claw down each of the female’s back and moaned in anticipation. Maybe it was the pony and griffon heat scent, or maybe Rainbow hadn’t realized how much she wanted to put a foal in Twilight’s royal snatch. It wasn't like it was a choice to consider before now.
Gilda didn’t appreciate the scientific aspect though. As one claw held Twilight’s head, the other snatched the parchment and quill out of the air and tossed them across the room. She then pulled Twilight closer, sitting up on her haunches and pulling her chest to Twilight's. Twilight grasped Gilda with her forehooves and squeaked.
“Does this mean you like me now?” Twilight asked. It was strange to Twilight how much interest Gilda had in her.
“No,” Gilda sneered. “It means I'm into hate-sex, cunt. This is a casual fuck, not a friendship circle.”
“Oh um, okay,” Twilight wasn't sure how to respond to that.
Regardless, Twilight motioned to Spike, who stood by staring. He grumbled a little, but got the idea, retrieving the parchment and quill. He sighed and scribbled notes on Twilight’s behalf. Poor guy.
“Figures,” Spike muttered. “Well, at least I get to see a three-or-more-some without having to spy on Rarity’s business deals.”
On a bed wasn’t the best place to stand, so Twilight knelt on all fours. Rainbow grabbed one of her hind legs, pulling it out and rolling her over to her back. Twilight splayed her legs and relaxed onto her back, but tensed when Gilda dragged her claws over her chest, just shy of enough pressure to slice through pony skin. Twilight chuckled nervously as she looked up at the two predators licking their lips down at her. Living in civilization, Twilight had never had her prey instinct kick in, but it somehow made it even more exciting.
Twilight’s cum-oven was already sopping wet and ready from Spike going down on her, so Rainbow moved into position. She dragged her claws over Twilight’s shivering body, the pony arching her back in response. When her hands settled on Twilight’s hips, she lined up her tip with Twilight’s entry.
Despite his instincts surging into overload, Rainbow managed better control. He pushed his tip enough to part Twilight’s lips and feel her inner warmth, then lingered. Twilight whimpered and rolled her hips against Rainbow.
Twilight wouldn’t let her be a tease for long though, grasping Rainbow’s hindquarters in her magic. She pushed Rainbow hard against her, and both moaned as her tight labia spread over Rainbow’s tip and slid down her length to encompass her in heat. Rainbow almost bit her tongue from the sudden burst of pleasure, Twilight arching her back as they moaned together.
“You’re not a complete bore in the sack,” Gilda smirked. “Who knew? I don't know if I can get past how silly neigh-moans sound, though. Let's take care of that.”
“Says the chirp-moaner,” Spike commented, trying hard to continue taking notes with his shaking claw.
Gilda straddled Twilight’s face, pressing her slit to the moaning muzzle. She shivered at the vibrations pushing through her and Twilight got a sudden muzzle full of viscous griffon heat and Rainbow's sperm. She choked in surprise, moving her front hooves to Gilda’s hips as if to push her off, but instead pulled downward to take a long lick at her slit.
“That’s it slut,” Gilda groaned. “I love a girl that’s equal parts breeder and muncher. You're as bad as Gabby after half a beer.”
Gilda and Rainbow kissed above their mutual toy, tongues playing and saliva drooling onto Twilight’s undulating belly. Rainbow and Twilight’s hips rolled against one another, wet bellies smacking with each thrust. The fat fertile ball sack bounced against Twilight’s plot, ready to blast foal batter into her royal oven.
The three bodies slipped and slid against each other, room filled with their panting and grunts. Rainbow tensed her muscles, trying hard to hold herself as long as she could to enjoy her friend’s inner muscles contracting to squeeze her shaft in waves.
Twilight didn't worry about holding back. She arched her back and gargled Gilda’s juice as her hip movements became unstable. She tightened with each thrust, heading towards her climax. Wet grunts punctuated her laps at Gilda’s snatch as her tongue explored Gilda's insides.
It surprised Twilight how pleasurable to engage with someone that hated her so; maybe she should write a book about it. Solving disputes through sex could work and might also make for interesting diplomatic summits. Gilda could give much useful information about the nature of anger-sex with your enemies. Twilight suspected that was the standard way griffons reproduced.
Gilda held nothing back either. She moved one claw to grasp Twilight’s neck, squeezing enough to feel powerful by choking a princess, but not enough to interfere with Twilight’s ministration of her griffon gash. The other claw slid downward to tweak at her love nub, sliding around the penetration point to feel her new mate ramming her new hate-friend… or second mate?
Gilda has no qualms with polyamory and dating a princess could have perks. Maybe she could challenge herself to lay all of Rainbow’s friends. Maybe family too, but that could wait. Now she could only focus on the pressure building between her thighs. She rolled her eyes back and groaned as her joy juice poured over Twilight’s face, inner muscles tensing.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Gilda groaned. “Lick that pregnant pussy while Rainbow gives you one. Hating me sure doesn’t keep you from gargling my cunt honey, does it slut?”
Twilight tried to gurgle that she hated no one but took another route. Besides, Gilda seemed to have a fetish for this and Twilight would hate to ruin the moment.
While Gilda was still creaming herself, Twilight yanked the griffon off of her with telekinesis, ramming her horn inside where her muzzle had been. Gilda squealed in surprised delight as Twilight charged up her horn and sent waves of magical bliss through the griffon. She'd read all about this technique in her secret statsh of horngasm magazines and had always wanted to try it.
Rather than dying down, Gilda’s orgasm ramped up further. All the griffon could do for the next several minutes was cream herself. Any more and she might have passed out from dehydration as she poured fluid like a facet over Twilight’s head.
“Mmmph,” Twilight groaned as the energy arched through her. “Oh wow... that works really well.” She'd find somepony to do this to her. Or maybe a flexibility spell on herself could work...
Twilight went off soon after, exploding around Rainbow in a burst of fertile goodness. Rainbow could hold no longer under the chorus of spasms from within Twilight. She creamed so hard she felt dizzy, painting the insides of Twilight’s womb and packing it deep with more violent thrusts.
“Fuckin take it,” Rainbow growled. “You might be a princess, but right now you’re just my broodmare.”
“Oh yes Rainbow, impregnate your princess,” groaned Twilight as she pushed her hips against Rainbow as she felt the warmth fill her.
“Stop using big words,” Gilda growled as she came back to sentience. “Just say 'knock me up' or something, you dumb slut.”
A squeak from the sidelines drew their attention. Spike was there still staring, still trying to write notes, but they had reached the point of illegibility. As a dragon he had a hemipenis, so he sported a pair of raging boners at the scene before him. Either dragons were all well endowed, or he was big for his age.
While dragon dicks lacked knots, they were barbed all the way down, especially around the head, with a rough scaley surface. It was a shape that would make most mares flee, but to Gilda wasn't some namby pamby pony. She wanted to feel that inside her.
“Damn,” Gilda panted. “I must have came too hard, I'm seeing double.”
“Dragons have two,” Twilight said, still shivering on the bed.
“Oh yeah?” Gilda narrowed her eyes further at Spike. “You ever had a pussy and ass at the same time, shrimp?”
“W-what?” Spike stopped writing, hyperventilating now. “I-I've never even had one in any pony... any creature.”
“Then put that science shit down and comere,” Gilda raised a claw to beckon Spike with one finger.
Spike seemed near to passing out, but still looked to Twilight for permission. Such a loyal little assistant.
“You don't need that bitch's permission, dragon boy,” Gilda smirked. “It's your dick so stick it in whoever you want.”
“I-it's okay Spike,” Twilight panted. “She's right.”
Spike dropped the pen and parchment as if forgetting they existed and staggered towards the bed. At first he walked into the side as if forgetting he needed to climb atop it. After tumbling to the floor, he got up and climbed aboard.
“Don't think I'm done with you either, Twi,” panted Rainbow as she extracted herself from Twilight's snatch.
“And you,” Gilda put a claw atop Spike's head to keep him from getting too close. “Don't forget. This doesn't make us friends.”
“We hate each other, got it,” Spike panted, more than okay with that condition.
It's a Foursome
Rainbow left her awesome sperm on their race to fuel up Twilight's foal factory and grasped her plot in both claws. Twilight squeaked at the sudden movement as Rainbow flipped her. Rainbow pushed her head against the bed with one claw, yanking her hindquarters up by the tail with the other.
“Bite the pillow,” grinned Rainbow as she pushed her new tool against Twilight's posterior.
Twilight's eyes widened when she realized what hole it pressed against and grabbed her pillow to bite down on it.
“I-I've never... um gentle please,” Twilight said between clenched teeth.
“Have you even met me?” smirked Rainbow. “Gentle is not a thing I do, but I'll go easy enough on you so you don't sob.”
“This guy better have me sobbing with these beauties,” Gilda grinned as she pinned Spike to the bed, peering down at him. “Hear that, shrimp? I know you have to go easy on that soft pony bitch, but I'm not light-weight. If I suspect you're going easy on me, I might decide you make a better meal than a lay.”
“D-dragons aren't prey,” Twilight squeaked as she braced herself for imminent butt-ramming. She didn't take the threat serious enough to do more than try to educate Gilda. “And trying to eat a fire-breather would be...”
Gilda reached one claw and clamped Twilight's muzzle shut. Twilight quieted, tensing more at Rainbow's shaft pressing against her rear. Rainbow took it slow, panting and leaning forward to take in the look of anticipation on Twilight's face. Twilight's tight little virgin ring stretched over her tip, but didn’t yet pop over it.
Twilight's horn glowed and Rainbow shivered at the cool magic slathering her futa-parts with lubrication. It helped with how tight Twilight was and how hard she was clenching at the thought. Twilight then cast a second spell that made Gilda's midsection glow. The griffon glared at the unsanctioned use of magic.
“Trust me,” Twilight panted. “If you buck a dragon, you need a protection spell on what you've already got in there.”
“Whatever,” Gilda rolled her eyes.
Gilda pinned Spike on his back next to where Twilight's head was pinned so they could see each other's yay-faces. She slid her well-used warmth against his throbbing twins, shivering at the rough scaly texture. She licked her beak, ready for it to hurt so good.
“Well I don't know if Twilight is a light-weight,” Spike panted. “I mean we've only done stuff with our muzzles.”
“Well that sucks,” Gilda smirked. “I tell you what. Make me squeal hard enough and I'll make sure you get her well-fucked pussy and ass next.”
“Oh wow,” Spike panted, looking up at Twilight to make sure the idea was okay with her.
But Twilight couldn't answer. When Twilight relaxed, Rainbow caught her unawares with a solid shove. Twilight cried out as the pulsating meat rammed balls-deep before she had time to clench again. Rainbow's sack slapped Twilight's drooling snatch and Rainbow strained to keep from going full throttle, just holding it inside, feeling the vice grip of Twilight's convulsing behind.
“Mmmph, that's right, squeal,” panted Rainbow. “Beg for the barbs, bitch!”
“Ram me hard, Rainbow!” Twilight said between clenched teeth. “I want the griffon cum that knocked me up shot deep in my anus!”
“We'll make you a proper little thot yet,” chuckled Gilda. “But damn using 'anus' in a situation like this is nerdy as fuck.”
Gilda slid a claw over Twilight and grinned as Twilight's muscles twitched from the sudden invasion. As she did so, she slid her own hips into place. The griffon snatch slipped over Spike's lower shaft, giving it a coat of natural sex lube to prepare it for her rear entry. She shivered and rolled her eyes back at the extra firm spikes and scaly flesh.
“Holy fuck I need more dragon friends,” Gilda rolled her hips several times to lather him up, juice drooling down his thighs.
“I-I'll be your friend,” Spike looked drugged from the new experience.
Spike was unaware of anything other than the griffon that just impaled herself on him. He gripped her flanks, digging his claws against her soft skin. Even pinned he held nothing back as his hips bounced the larger female atop him. Gilda yanked upward, eliciting a whimper from Spike as the amazing wet warmth pulled away. The griffon arched her back and shivered, enjoying the barbs scraping through her sensitive tunnel.
Soon she pushed back downward. Gilda impaled herself upon both his shafts, the upper one now getting a taste of her pussy as the lower one pushed into her rear. Gilda was no ass-virgin, so it wasn't hard to get into her. Once he sank in though, she clenched so hard that she had to strain to roll her hips.
“Fucking wicked barbs,” groaned Gilda, rolling her eyes back. “Come on, fuck my pussy and ass hard, I want your bitch cock-tease of a master to see me give you your first double dick massage.”
“I still can't believe you're not mad that your plot hole isn't the first butt massing my cock,” Rainbow grunted.
“Yeah well I figured it'd be poetic for the first you ram up the butt to be such a complete asshole.” grinned Gilda.
“I'll be anything you want if you just fuck me!” Twilight moaned, trying to push her hips back still but being held steady. “Come on, Rainbow, this is torture! I want those barbs raking my insides!”
“Good enough,” purred Rainbow.
Now that Twilight had stroked Rainbow's ego, it was time for her to get her dick stroked with Twilight's tail hole. She pulled back, angling herself to drag her barbs along Twilight's insides, then slammed forward again hard. With full length rapid strokes, Rainbow pounded the devirginized asshole like it belonged to a 2-bit spa mare. The length was awash in convulsions, arm muscles bulging at the effort it took to force herself into the tight opening.
If Twilight's eyes had rolled back any further, they'd have popped out and rolled away on an adventure. She'd never experienced anything more intense than this kinkiness. She tried to dirty-talk to express her glee, but all that came out of her muzzle was babbling.
But Rainbow wasn't done, curling her tail around and made use of it too. Twilight's squeals raised an octave as Rainbow rammed the tail into her seed-filled snatch. She coiled and twisted it, tip tickling Twilight's cervix as she packed the seed in even further.
That was far too much, Twilight was dizzy with glee as she went over. Hot convulsing flesh surrounded rainbow's shaft, her balls getting another bath from the shower of joy splattering from Twilight's fun box. She strained to hold it in and managed only due to having gone off several times already.
Rainbow continued ramming as long as she could manage, Twilight's squeals and convulsions intensifying until Rainbow followed her over the edge. With a chirpish moan, Rainbow packed her seed deep into Twilight's bowels, giving her the warmth up the bum she wanted.
While Twilight phased out of everything but the objects penetrating her, Spike was getting even more worked up looking at Twilight's yay-face. He pushed his muzzle to hers and they kissed, sending the vibrations of their moaning through one another.
Meanwhile Gilda's body slapped against Spike's slick scales with each thrust, adding to the chorus of wet sounds permeating the room. Her tunnel massaged one shaft as her tailhole squeezed the other. The spines along his shaft had left even the tough griffon in tears, but it was the best kind of tears. Her bouncing on his shafts only grew more intense and rapid.
The wet warmth of flesh around both shafts was amazing, but Spike kept his head about him enough to remember one thing. That was the reason that Twilight had never let him fuck her full-on.
“Gilda!” Spike cried out. “I should tell you, dragon seed is...”
“Shhh,” Rainbow shushed him with a claw, then pushed his face back against Twilight's for them to kiss again. “Let it be a surprise. Trust me she'll love it.”
“You're not allowed to cum yet anyway, ya little shota bitch,” Gilda groaned. “I swear if you get off before me, you little punk slut...”
Spike thought it unfair given she'd already came several times, and this was his first time in any hole, but was in no shape to argue either. He clenched his teeth, smoke seeping out of his nose as he strained to hold it. Gilda groaned as his shafts got hotter, leaning forward and slurping Twilight's horn into her beak. She twirled her tongue around the tingling bone and slurped on it.
The heat boiling up from beneath and the static charge of Twilight's horn shivering through her body made it hard for Gilda to hold on as well. Not that she needed to, but she wanted to give Spike a hard time for going off first. At this point though she felt ashamed that she had trouble holding it in longer than a newbie male.
And the way Spike looked up at Gilda, one would think he was worried for her safety or somethi- OH FUCK that's what they meant!
Spike fired off, his intense efforts to hold it in only resulting in a geyser of dragon cum. The dragon sperm was boiling hot against her sensitive inner flesh, like a hot fire poker just got rammed up both holes. Gilda should have realized this would happen from how his dicks were heating, not to mention Twilight casting a protection spell on Gilda's womb earlier.
But Gilda was in full-on pain-slut mode, so all it did was shove her over so hard she sent into a seizure fit. Her gut swelled with the injection in both holes as her own profuse goo provided little cooling effect.
Gilda bit down hard on Twilight's horn, which just sent Twilight into further convulsions as her horn erupted more spastic than before. The burst of raw energy rang Gilda's head and she could only squeal as she fell backward, slamming her head into the headboard.
Though none worried it hurt her. Knocked out by the blast of pleasure, Gilda still had a wide grin on her beak. Her purring was so loud that it shivered the entire bed.
“S-sorry,” Twilight tried to move forward to check on her anyway, but just collapsed on the bed, Rainbow's knot swollen inside her now. “S-should we take her to Ponyville Hospital? I should have cast a spell to protect more than just her womb...”
“Nah she'll be fine,” panted Rainbow. “Just a little embarrassed at being knocked out by a dragon though... damn Spike, didn't know you were studly enough to knock a girl out from pleasure.”
“I-I think Twilight helped,” Spike groaned as his cocks pulled free of Gilda and splattered the last shot of sizzling sperm onto his belly.
Spike sat up slowly and pushed his muzzle against Gilda's cunny as simmering fluid gushed from both her holes. He slurped as hard as he could, fishing his tongue around inside to scoop out most of the hot mess so she wouldn't be walking funny for too long. Gilda could do nothing but twitch and purr as he did so.
He moved to her rear and suckled there too, scooping out the gobs of hot cum. He pulled back and swallowed, the huge glob of spunk swelling his throat as he swallowed it all at once.
“Aw, you're such a gentlecolt, Spike,” Twilight giggled.
“Does this mean I get a go with you?” Spike chuckled. “When Rainbow can get free at least.”
“Oh, um,” Twilight blushed. “You wanted to go that far? I mean... if you warn me when you're about to blast off.”
“I really do,” panted Spike. “If I had you, I wouldn't even care about Rarity anymore.”
“I doubt she could take what you dish out anyway,” Rainbow grunted. “Anyway I'm gonna bone Gilda again. I want to know if feline ass is different from pony ass.”
Rainbow tried to pull back but was still locked together. Twilight smiled as her horn lit up, adding more flexibility to her tight anal ring so Rainbow could pop out. She'd have gotten on to Rainbow for wanting to ram an unconscious female, but it wasn't like Gilda would say no if she were awake.
Despite his exhaustion, Spike forced himself to crawl to Twilight, eager at the chance to get belly deep in the holes he'd wanted longer than any others. Twilight tried to roll onto her back, wanting to see his cute orgasm face again when he blew his load, but was so tired that she only made it to her side.
Rainbow crawled over to Gilda, purring the whole way, and dragged herself atop. Their wet bodies slid against one another with a series of lewd sounds as she pinned Gilda onto her back and let her cock flop out against Gilda's belly. Gilda seemed still unconscious, but her purring grew louder and her legs spread out further.
First Rainbow pushed himself into her sloppy pussy, giving a few dips to make sure he was nice and lubricated. Gilda twitched, one leg kicking like a dog getting its belly rubbed as her grin widened. Rainbow pulled out and pushed against her rear, popping inside and pushing deep. While it was no double endowment, his throbbing girth was more of a stretch, delving deep inside the seed-slickened hole.
Spike slid around to Twilight's other end himself. With a drunk, toothy smile he straddled her leg closest to the bed and lifted her other upward, propping himself against it as he held it upward. He took a long lick, savoring the taste. As much as he liked ponies, they were still delicious, more so when basted in fuck juice and sweat.
Twilight moaned and clenched her holes when his shafts prodded both. She made sure she cast a protection spell on herself, and a cooling spell ready. Her lower leg kicked as Spike slurped the other hoof, wrapping his tongue around it. He held the top leg steady with one claw as he gripped her belly with the others and pushed forward.
The lewd sound of their bodies coming together soon joined the chorus of salacious sounds as he thrust. Even without Rainbow's girth, the double stuffing felt even tighter as she worked to massage Spike's dual-wielded swords. It worried her at what the rough riders would feel like inside her, but as her tight holes slid over the rougher scales, she enjoyed it much more than she expected.
Though their noise was overcome by the loud purring from the other side of the bed. Rainbow held Gilda with her rump turned upwards, giving slow heavy thrusts as she worked her ass. She kissed Gilda's beak, though the unconscious griffon couldn’t do much to respond.
After a moment, Gilda seemed to blink back to consciousness, awakening to her tight rear ring gliding over Rainbow's barbs with each stroke. She growled in frustration at having passed out from sex, but wrapped all six limbs upward to hold Rainbow close to her. She poofed her wings against him, the only part of her that was almost dry, as they encompassed the pair. Their purring didn't die, it rattled the bed more.
Twilight didn't realize Spike had a thing for hooves, and perhaps he hadn’t either, but he was loving her’s. He suckled it into his maw, his tongue sliding over the bottom of her hoof and up her ankle. She had to admit a hoof massage with a dragon's maw was rather pleasant.
Though it was nothing to the two throbbing slabs of dragon meat invading both her posterior and her foal factory. She tried to massage but most of her movements were just a wad of random convulsions as she rolled her unsteady hips against Spike's. Spike hugged her one leg and glided his prickly claws up and down, then rubbed against her clit with one.
“Twilight you're amazing inside,” Spike stopped sucking her hoof long enough to speak. “I really hope we can do this again.”
“I think you should sleep in my bed with me from now on, “Twilight squeaked. But for now... buck me harder, hot stuff.”
“I think I love you,” Spike moaned before stuffing her hoof back in his maw. “I wish so much I could knock you up!”
Twilight blushed and wasn't sure what to say to that. She was his legal guardian, so this felt like banging her own son. Not that that didn't make it even hotter. Of course his wish was nothing that magic couldn't fix, but should she? Celestia, she was being impulsive today, but her womb burned with the desire to make foals.
Spike sped his motions, each thrust gliding everything Twilight had over his sopping wet barbs. The two were making a new puddle on the bed just from their belly-slapping even before going off.
“Do it then,” whimpered Twilight in bliss. “Buck a baby into me, make me yours.”
“But what about... Rainbow's,” Spike panted.
“Why not both?” Twilight smirked. “Trust me. And I love you too Spike, my number one assistant and mate.”
“Fuck,” groaned Gilda. “Your friends are a bunch of sappy little bitches, Dash.”
Not that Gilda could talk when she was purring like a kitten and making such gentle movements. They were too exhausted to slam rapid-fire, but it felt romantic with Gilda's wings and arms massaging Rainbow's back and her legs wrapped around her hips.
“Says the bitch that got fucked unconscious by some dragon half her age,” smirked Rainbow.
“Shut the fuck up,” growled Gilda, though she purred again. “You know I'm not near that old.”
“I love you Gilda,” Rainbow purred as she licked Gilda's face. “Come on, say it back.”
“Aw fuck don't make me say sappy shit,” Gilda whined like a foal being told they had to go to the dentist.
“But you do,” Rainbow readjusted her angle as the pressure built again. “You've wanted to make up and make out since you left.”
“Yeah maybe,” Gilda grunted. “Just don't expect me to say it. Now shut up and pump my ass full of sperm, pansy.”
Rainbow redoubled his efforts as much as he could, the bed rocking now with the impact of his thrusts. It wasn't long before Gilda clenched and went over, a fountain of femme cum splurting from her hot spot as Rainbow continued to ram her tail hole.
Rainbow lowered her head and let the gush of goodness splatter all over her face, then let the rest coat their bellies and chest as she kissed Gilda deeply. They pushed the slimy glob of all-natural fuck lube back and forth between their beaks as Rainbow's muscles tightened again. She roared as he blew her load one more time into Gilda's rear, packing it in for as long as he could.
Spike didn't have the mass to rock the bed, but he added what he could as he pummeled Twilight in time with the other motions. The thought of doing it regularly would be enough to send him over if he hadn't gone once, but he held out a few more minutes.
Finally, he climaxed, pouring more seed into both Twilight's holes. He was so worked up that he easily overflowed her, spunk bubbling from around the tight penetration points. Twilight squealed at the heat pumped inside her, arching her back and shaking wildly. She had a spell ready to cool herself off even if it took several tries to cast it in her current condition.
Twilight's own orgasm rocked her afterwards, pouring even more juice around Spike's lower shaft and onto the bed. They had drenched the bed, like they'd taken a hose to the whole thing. The sheets were one thing, but she might have to change the whole mattress after this.
After she cooled off and came down, it was time for her to get to work. She cast a fertility spell on herself to produce a second egg, followed by teleporting a large glob of Spike's seed to the egg before Rainbow’s sperm got it too. Then she had to cast another spell to make the two compatible enough to make a baby at all.
It was quite the feat of magic if she did say so herself; she'd have to tell Celestia about it in her next letter.
As everyone came off their fuck-highs though, several long minutes of silence filled the bedroom. The only sound was their labored breathing and the sticky sounds of their bodies together any time one of them made the smallest movement.
“I can't believe I did that,” Rainbow said after a moment.
“I'm a little weirded out at myself,” admitted Spike as he collapsed onto Twilight's belly. “But don’t regret it.”
“Yeah, I'm having third thoughts myself,” Gilda chuckled. “But what about what sparkle butt said about being pregnant with both? You're not gonna have a pony-drago-griff or something are you?”
“I'll be having them separately,” smirked Twilight. “We'll see what they are when they zap out I guess.”
“Zap out?” Gilda arched an eyebrow as she tugged Rainbow closer.
“Yes, as in teleported out,” said Twilight. “Oh right... I guess griffons can't do that... that must be... ouch.”
“Screw that,” Gilda said. “If that's even an option, I'm moving in with you when I'm ready to have it.”
“Can’t you stay starting now?” asked Rainbow. “Need Twilight close so she can cast this spell on me again later.”
“Not gonna stay that way?” Gilda asked. “Oh wait right, the Wonderbolts won't take griffins, the dirty racists.”
“We can push for that to change,” said Twilight. “But I still think she should stay a mare most of the time, I doubt she wants to explain to everypony why she's a male griffon now.”
“You should stick around either way though,” grinned Rainbow. “My cloud house is way too kickass for just one pony to live in, even if it is me.”
“Fine,” Gilda rolled her eyes. “But for now, I think I'll pass out again.”
Twilight and Spike rolled their way across the drenched bed, flopping themselves against the other pair. Soon they were all snoozing, one big happy pile of pregnancy.
