Paradise Found

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Rainbow Dash grumbled in irritation as she sat at the side of the pool where she and Gilda had gone swimming just the day before. The griffon was right; it made for an excellent mirror. The pegasus shuddered - in fear or arousal, she couldn’t tell - at the thought that this was where Gilda had stood as she inspected the gradual changes her body underwent during her stay on the island. And now, here she was doing the exact same thing.

Her body alternated between bursting with energy and fatigue, as if she were experiencing the effects of a hard workout and recovery all over the course of every hour. And it was starting to look that way too.

Rainbow Dash experimentally curled one arm, and lifted up her shirt. There was no denying it. Her muscles were much more defined than they were before, and they were slightly larger too. Her once modest six pack was now well-creased and visible even from a distance. It looked like something an amateur could achieve after a decade of lifting or so. True, Dash did do strength training on the regular back in Equestria, but she was an athlete, not a bodybuilder!

To make matters worse, she could feel a tightness in the skin around her breasts and her butt. Rainbow Dash was pretty sure that they were getting bigger too. She was afraid to feel them to test their volume, else she might end up touching herself for the rest of the day. The longer she stayed here, the hornier she got. It was getting to the point where she couldn’t keep her hands off Gilda whenever she was around!

Grunting in frustration, Rainbow Dash squeezed her eyes shut and batted at her reflection. She couldn’t look at herself anymore. Not just from how she was changing, but how her body was responding. Her nipples stuck out prominently through her shirt, and the urge to touch them was overwhelming. Gilda had “disposed of” Rainbow Dash’s bra while she wasn’t looking, and now she was just down to the shirt and shorts (which had the embarrassing tell of a prominent wet spot in the groin).

Gilda had been keeping up the peer pressure to get Rainbow Dash to relinquish the last of her clothing. She’d feel so much freer. She’d be more comfortable. Clothes just get in the way of sex! Rainbow Dash ran her fingers through her mane, which she noted was significantly longer than before. Those arguments were just becoming more and more tempting every time Gilda presented them, and with the griffon’s unnaturally smoking hot body on full display every time it was getting harder to say no!

That, more than anything else, was what brought Rainbow Dash out to the pool. She needed to get away from the griffon. True, she still saw her as a good friend, and was fully committed to getting her off the island somehow. But they couldn’t keep fucking like this. It felt good in the heat of the moment, but she’d feel like the scum of the Earth afterwards. What would Applejack think if she knew her marefriend was having hot and wild jungle sex with an estranged friend way out on an island somewhere?

The pegasus made her way over to a nearby tree and sat down against it with a sigh. “Celestia dammit, Gilda. Why the fuck do you have to be so hot?” Really, none of this should be turning her on. Then again, she suspected that the island was having an effect on her. Sure, she’d cum more than once in a session before. But it was happening every damn time on the island. Either Gilda was just that good at pushing her buttons, or it was yet more evidence of this “Spirit” asshole corrupting her.

“Oh there you are!” came a familiar voice behind her.

“Ah crap,” muttered Rainbow Dash, before getting up and smiling awkwardly at the approaching griffon. “Sup Gilda! Just taking a break by the pool. Needed a few minutes to think about stuff, ya know?”

The self-styled Griffon of Paradise nodded sagely. “Reflection does wonders for the soul, and it helps to see your literal reflection in the process,” she said.

Rainbow Dash huffed and crossed her arms. She tried to ignore the soft tearing sound as the seams connecting the sleeves to the shoulders split. “Will you knock it off with all the guru shit?” she growled, “That’s not what the Gilda of Griffonstone I know sounds like. She wouldn’t be caught dead talking the way you do.”

Gilda only shrugged. It took all of Rainbow Dash’s willpower to look away from how those impressive muscles flexed and rippled from that simple gesture alone. “I believe I established that I am no longer Gilda of Griffonstone, Rainbow Dash. I am-”

“The Griffon of Paradise, High Priestess of the Island Spirit, yeah yeah,” Rainbow Dash curtly finished. “You don’t gotta remind me. Just humor me, okay? ‘Gilda’ is much less of a mouthful than…” she gestured randomly in the griffon’s direction.

Gilda nodded once more. “That is fair. You may call me as you wish, and I will not correct you again.”

“Thanks,” Rainbow Dash grumbled. Arms still crossed, she turned away from the griffon. “Look, I think it’d be a good idea if we-what are you doing?”

While she was talking, Gilda had stepped up behind her. Her heavy breasts pressed into Rainbow Dash’s back and wings, and her fingers were now tracing up and down her shoulders and arms.

“Your muscles are coming in nicely,” Gilda cooed, “Much faster than mine did. The Spirit is far more powerful now that It has me to feed it. You’ll be just like me in a few days’ time!”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Rainbow Dash grumbled under her breath. Before she could say anything else, Gilda’s left hand was pushing her shirt up and stroking along her abs. She could feel the griffon’s beak in her mane as she preened it. Her prepared response gave way to a lustful groan.

Before Rainbow Dash knew it, she could feel the humid jungle air caressing her exposed rack. Gilda had slid her shirt up all the way and was now teasing at her aching hard nipples with her talons. “These are coming along nicely too,” Gilda said with a playful lilt in her voice, “I wonder if you’ll be able to make as much milk as me?”

Rainbow Dash regained her composure just enough to protest. “I don’t wanna have big, milky tits like you. They’ll fuck up my flight routine.” Even so, she didn’t try to pull away from the griffon’s touch.

“I know you will feel different once your breasts are as big and productive as mine, dear,” Gilda purred, “Why, you’ve been covered in my milk more than once while we were playing together. It feels amazing when that happens.” For emphasis, she used her still superior height to bring Rainbow Dash into her cleavage.

After a moment’s pause, Gilda suddenly had a realization. “It just occurred to me I have not yet seen you taste my milk. You are missing something wonderful. Here, take a sip.” The griffon pulled the pegasus from her cleavage and turned her around to face one of her bulging, drooling nipples.

Rainbow Dash stared disdainfully for a moment, but the offer was tempting. She was rather curious about all that milk. What did it taste like? The next thing that Rainbow Dash knew, her arms were around Gilda’s ribs, her succulent fat breast was pressed into her face, and her lips were closing around the long, fat nub of flesh capping it.

Gilda moaned lewdly as her milk let down for Rainbow Dash. It was warm, rich, and very sweet. The pegasus hadn’t known what to expect, but it tasted pretty damn good. With each swallow it filled her stomach with weight and warmth.

Rainbow Dash found herself hooked. The gold piercing clinked and clacked against the mare’s teeth as she suckled with wild abandon. She barely even noticed as Gilda raked her talons across the back of her shirt, shredding it to ribbons. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel too worried about being topless. The shirt had been getting tight anyways.

The pegasus’s own breasts, themselves now a generous C-cup, were overtaken by a pulsing sensation that made Rainbow Dash release Gilda’s nipple in surprise. She looked down as the tingling heat of that throbbing sensation intensified. As she watched in a milk and lust-induced haze, her breasts slowly but visibly expanded first one, then two cup sizes. The tightness in the seat of her pants and the pleasurable feeling going on back there suggested her ass was growing too.

Rainbow Dash would probably be concerned about this later, but for now, all she could do was mutter a lazy “Heh.” Gilda guided her to her other breast, and the pegasus was all too happy to sample the milk from this teat.

At some point, Rainbow Dash had begun stroking herself. Her shorts fell around her ankles and she stepped out of them. Her cunt was sopping wet, and her fingers squelched loudly over her folds as she caressed them. Her clit strained out of its hood as far as it could go. Every time Rainbow Dash’s fingertips passed over them, she could swear it felt a little bigger.

Finally, Gilda took her nipple away from the thirsty pegasus. Rainbow Dash was blushing and panting. Her lips and cheeks were decorated with spatters of milk, and the smell of her arousal was thick in the air.

“Let’s get you back to the temple, Dash,” said the griffon. Even with the extra muscle and fat Rainbow Dash had put on, Gilda had no trouble picking her up. The pegasus nuzzled drunkenly into the griffon’s rack, her belly delightfully full, and her whole body tingling with strange energy. It would seem the island’s magic manifested itself in more ways than one.

As both women set off to return to the temple, Rainbow Dash’s shirt and shorts lay forgotten on the jungle floor. One had been destroyed, and the other would be taken care of once Gilda came back. The griffon was right. Rainbow Dash already felt better without them.