Author's Note

I'm trying something different with this particular fic. I've decided to incorporate the fic's "optional kinks" into the main chapters as spoilered paragraphs instead of dedicating whole chapters to them. Let me know how well that's working for y'all.

At the Waterfall Before Nightfall

Stepping under the waterfall was something of a shock. Not just from the cold water, but the weight of the water crashing down over Rainbow Dash’s lithe frame almost swept her off her feet. She stumbled, but was caught by the hulking griffon joining her under the stream.

Gilda chuckled at the sight of the pegasus spluttering in her grasp, then took her out from underneath so she could regain her composure. “You remind me so much of myself when I first tried to bathe under the falls,” she said, her voice raised over the sound of the rushing water. “It’s not too difficult to figure out. You only need to know which rocks to stand on.”

Easy for you to say. Rainbow Dash thought to herself. A beefy wall of muscle like Gilda could shrug it off like it was nothing. The pegasus’s eyes kept finding their way back to the griffon’s impressively overdeveloped body. Partly because all that muscle was genuinely impressive, but a bigger part because of raw desire.

Rainbow Dash shook her head, and was starkly aware that she was every bit as bare as Gilda was. She glanced off to the side, where her remaining clothing lay in a heap next to the tropical jewelry the griffon usually wore. Then again, it was silly to be insecure now, given everything they’d already done up to this point.

Taking a shaky sigh, Rainbow Dash took Gilda’s offered hand and allowed her to guide her back under the water. She braced herself on the rock ledge at the places Gilda showed her, and with the griffon’s arms around her, she was able to stay upright.

Rainbow Dash stood for a moment to let the harsh water wash over her and scrub away most of the grime and the sweat from the day. Her hands came up to run through her mane. All the while, she struggled to ignore the burning in her loins, made all the hotter by Gilda’s strong hands planted on her narrow hips.

They didn’t say anything for several minutes. In that time, Rainbow Dash kept trying to remember what it was she was supposed to do afterwards. Those thoughts kept getting headed off by what she was about to do. It was only fair to return Gilda’s favor. Much to Rainbow Dash’s shame, she found herself looking forward to it.

Gilda pulled her in close, allowing the pegasus’s body to press flush against hers. Dash smiled sheepishly up at the amazonian griffon as her much smaller hands reached out to touch her abs. Gilda rumbled her approval. That feral sound send shivers through Rainbow Dash’s body.

“So, how do ya wanna do this?” asked Rainbow Dash.

Gilda leaned forward to block most of the water with her broad back. “I will remain standing. That way you may crouch without being swept into the water.”

Rainbow Dash nodded, then squatted down. Her right hand ran along Gilda’s thigh, eliciting another rumbling purr from the griffon. As she got in between her legs, it occurred to her that this was her first time up close and personal with Gilda’s snatch.

Her entire mound was covered in a thick, matted forest of deep brown pubic fur that tapered off into a treasure trail running between her abs up to her navel. Rainbow Dash had hooked up with mares before settling with Applejack, and she had never seen any woman as unshorn as Gilda was. Despite this, the griffon’s fat labia and bulging, prominent clit easily poked through the dense bush. Even under the constant rush of fresh water, the smell of Gilda’s musk was almost overpowering, and yet it gave the pegasus pleasurable goosebumps all over again.

From this close, Rainbow Dash could see just how wet Gilda’s pussy was. Since her arrival to the island, Gilda had made it no secret just how aroused she was all the time, and Dash kept catching glimpses of the wetness glistening between her legs. Now, with it front and center before her, she could see just how much Gilda’s cunt was drooling in anticipation.

Before Rainbow Dash could have second thoughts, she found herself leaning forward and pressing her snout into Gilda’s obscenely overdeveloped sex. Gilda shuddered and growled above the pegasus as upper lips met lower lips.

Rainbow Dash wasted no time in getting to work. Her tongue lapped over the griffon’s folds in slow, lazy circles. Every so often, her lips would find Gilda’s clit and close over it in a firm, suckling kiss. Her efforts were rewarded by a large influx of the griffon’s nectar. Cracking an eyelid, Dash was vaguely aware of Gilda’s arousal running down her legs, visible even through the rivulets of water washing down her hide.

Gilda was almost fully bent over Rainbow Dash, one hand on the rock face and shielding Dash from the flow of water. Her wide hips bucked against the pegasus’s face as she purred and cooed encouragement down to the other, much smaller woman.

As the minutes passed, the pegasus found herself getting more and more into it. She groaned into Gilda’s pussy as her left hand reached down to find her own. She rocked forward and back as she fingered herself, but her face never left Gilda’s crotch even for a moment.

The griffon’s breaths grew short and rapid. Her hips rolled quicker and more erratically. With a sudden shriek, she arched her back. Her burning hot cunt pulsed against Rainbow Dash’s mouth, which was then flooded by a sudden violent spurt of girlcum.

Rainbow Dash fell on her butt in surprise, and spluttered as a second gout of sex juice smacked her right in the face. Four, five, six, seven bursts of Gilda’s nectar squirted out from between her legs, plastering not only the pegasus’s face, but over her modest chest and toned belly.

Well, this is new. Rainbow Dash thought to herself. She knew some women could squirt, but never like this! On top of that, the pegasus couldn’t say she didn’t like it.

Before she could think any further, she felt herself being hoisted back up on her feet. Gilda had already recovered, and she was hungry for more. The griffon picked Rainbow Dash up to hug her between her titanic tits. She kissed and licked over the pegasus’s face, that avian tongue lapping up the juices coating it.

All reservations were gone, and Rainbow Dash enthusiastically returned the kisses. A sloppy makeout session ensued. Dash’s hands ran over the chiseled slabs of muscle on every part of Gilda’s body that she could reach. The warm wetness on her front intensified, and she could feel it running down her legs and off her toes. Even without looking, Dash knew that Gilda was lactating on her. Really, she should be disgusted. And yet, she only wanted more.

Finally, Gilda pulled back, and the two women got back to cleaning themselves up. That did not last long, as they were in each other’s arms again shortly enough.

All told, what would have been a quick bath took over an hour. Rainbow Dash experienced the power of Gilda’s amazonian orgasms several more times, and Gilda in turn coaxed a few more out of Dash. Once they’d finally managed to get clean without getting dirty all over again, Gilda invited Dash into the pool further away from the waterfall.

Rainbow Dash found the swim refreshing, as well as relaxing after all the flying she’d done the day before, as well as this morning. By the time she hoisted herself back up on the ledge and went to gather up her clothes, the sky had turned deep orange as the sun sank beneath the western horizon.

Gilda approached Dash as she was drying off and getting dressed. It felt weird putting shorts on with no underwear, but the only pair she had was now lying in shreds on the jungle floor. “Come back to the temple with me,” said Gilda, “I want to show you something.”

It was dark by the time the two women returned to the temple courtyard. Gilda made her way over to a patch of soft grass and laid down. She beckoned for Rainbow Dash to join her, and the pegasus readily obliged.

Rainbow Dash sighed in contentment as she lay down beside her old friend. The griffon’s muscular arms curled around her to hold her close. “Watch this,” she said, then closed her eyes.

Suddenly, all the torches lighting the temple complex dimmed, then extinguished. With their surroundings plunged into darkness, the night sky brilliantly stood out with billions upon billions of stars arranged in a tapestry of organized chaos. The hazy white band of the galaxy streaked across the sky.

“Wow,” said Rainbow Dash, “Luna’s really outdone herself tonight, hasn’t she?”

Gilda giggled, before planting a kiss on the pegasus’s forehead. “It looks like this every night. Although I do not know whether your Princess Luna is responsible, if this is indeed her work, I hope that more take the time to appreciate it.”

“Yeah,” concurred Dash, “These days the city’s too bright for most ponies to really notice, and even then most are asleep.” The pegasus felt herself relaxing once more into her friend’s embrace. A thought clawed at the back of her mind. She’d planned to do something involving the stars. What was that again?

Her head rested lazily on Gilda’s bulging shoulder. Of course! She was going to watch the stars with her oldest, dearest friend Gilda. As Rainbow Dash’s eyelids grew heavy, she could feel Gilda already breathing deep and steady beside her. They’d both had a busy day. It was no wonder they were going to hit the sack early.

Rainbow Dash smiled hazily as she drifted off to sleep. Her last waking thought was that she should do this with Applejack sometime.

It was concerned, to say the least.

Progress on adapting the blue one to her new environment was progressing apace. Her sex drive was improving. New nerve endings were waking up all over her body to bring her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced before. Her muscles were twitching almost imperceptibly as microtears formed and mended at a rapid pace, gradually growing them larger. With the power It gained through Its priestess’s offerings, It was on track to transform the pegasus in a matter of days, rather than the months It took to change the griffon.

And yet, for all the progress It was making in granting the blue one a perfect, sensual body, Its efforts on reshaping her mind were stalling. While It had succeeded in clouding the pegasus’s attention span enough to distract her from trying to leave, Its attempts to erase her memories were not successful so far.

Severing her attachment to the orange pony occupying her mind was a top priority. But every time It attempted to wipe away those memories, they bled back through like a stain reappearing through a fresh coat of paint. The best It could do was obscure the memories, make the blue one forget for a little while. Its priestess helped distract her from Its work with sex, and what had been accomplished so far was helping her enjoy it, but she was resisting lasting changes to her mind. Even more concerning was how the subtle desires to offer herself to It just would not stick, no matter how many times It tried to plant them.

No matter, It would keep trying to work around the edges. This one clearly had a free spirit, and was more resilient than any other mortal It had met. Though this nut was tough to crack, it would crack all the same.