Author's Note

Kinks: Dash-on-Griff Action, Big Griff, Knotting, Monogamy

Dash's catbird problem

Rainbow Dash, lead weathermare of Ponyville and Wonderbolt reservist, one of the nation’s heroes, had a problem. A feathered feline problem, named Gary.

Gary was a griffon that had recently enough moved to Ponyville himself. When he’d been described in a letter to Gilda, she’d written back saying ‘Good luck with the speed demon.’ Which had Dash all kinds of interested. His front half, the avian half, was in the model of a peregrine falcon, while his feline half was in the model of a cheetah from the plains of Zebrica. Both incredibly fast animals, so she was down to race him anytime.

But he never took the bait. At first she thought he was scared, but he brushed that notion off and said that he knew he couldn’t beat the fastest mare around in a straight out race.

What he didn’t do was incredibly infuriating. Normally, if Dash was interested in a stallion, she took him back to her place, or went to his place, for a quick buck before moving on, just another stallion under her metaphorical belt.

But Gary didn’t take that bait either. He brushed off her hints saying things like ‘you’d never be interested in a bird like me’ or ‘I just don’t think we’d work well together’.

Like, what the buck was that supposed to mean?! Dash didn’t need them to work together for longer than an hour at most. She’d heard about how hung griffons were in comparison to stallions, and she was curious, okay?

The things he did do were just as annoying, though. Like, every time she came back from an adventure that the castle had sent her on, he was taking care of her house, which had all her favorite meals ready to be cooked in such a way that not even she could mess it up. Or whenever she went out drinking for a quick lay, she found herself waking up in his guest bedroom the next morning, with a glass of water and two aspirin on the bedside end table to help her deal with her hangover.

Or when it was her birthday, he would eschew the big party Pinkie would throw for her and show up later at her house, holding a small, incredibly thoughtful gift with a nice little bow on it.

The latest one had been tube-shaped, and it was only when she unrolled it that she realized it was a signed Wonderbolt poster. One that had her on it as well as all her teammate’s signatures. The messages had even been personalized, and it didn’t take a genius to realize he’d somehow gotten time to go to Cloudsdale to get it signed by her teammates.

So, feeling confused at all these mushy feelings Gary was making her feel, Rainbow Dash went to Rarity in an attempt to learn what it was the griffon did want.

Rarity daintily set her teacup down and wiped at her mouth with an embroidered kerchief. “Well, it seems pretty obvious to me, dear,” she said with a slight smile of her own.

“Yeah?” Dash asked. She’d gulped her own tea down as soon as it was poured. Rarity had internally scoffed. So many years of association and she hadn’t picked up on any manners via exposure.

“You are, let us say, well known for how you treat stallions,” Rarity began. Dash shrugged her wings.

“I take them home for a good time and let them have the memories,” she bluntly summarized.

Rarity winced. “Yes, that,” she agreed. “So, if Gary asked around about you, he probably learned that.”

“Yeah, and?” Dash raised an eyebrow.

“So what if he doesn’t want that, dear?” Rarity made Dash think about the question for an uncomfortably long time.

“Wait.” The mare blinked a few times, looking between Rarity and the nearest window. “You mean, he’s one of those weepy feelings types? He wants a commitment out of me before we’ve even done anything?”

“I’ve actually spoken to him and gotten him to model for me, you know,” Rarity countered, making Dash actually sit in her provided chair in shock. Rarity knew more about the griffon than she did. What. “Oh yes. He knew about you beforehoof, don’t worry about me telling him about you. He said ‘she sounds like my kind of mare, right up until when she’d leave me the next morning after she got what she wanted.’ He’s well aware of what you are, so he’s done the most sensible thing to avoid having his heart broken.”

Dash waited for a moment, but when it became evident that Rarity wasn’t going to just tell her, she decided to ask. “What did he do?”

Rarity finished the sip of tea she’d taken and smiled sadly at Dash. “He Friendzoned you, or himself, I’m not sure which. He’ll always be a friend for you, there to pick you up when you fall, considerate of anniversaries and your needs. But he’s not going to let you get too close. He’s well aware of what you’re like, and until you can prove that you’re not just going to please him and then leave him, he’s out of your reach.”

Dash growled in challenge. “Nothing is out of my reach,” she vowed. “I have a bird to stalk,” she promised, before flashing out of Rarity’s shop in a flutter of wings.

Rarity sighed and shook her head, taking another sip from her teacup. This was going to be…messy. Now the question was, when should she set Pinkie and Twilight on the prismatic pegasus?

…Probably before anything ended up on fire.

The first few days of Gary-watching were annoying. She had no idea what his schedule was even like, so she had to rely on just finding the cat-bird so she could write down what he did, when, so that she could continue to follow him. She had to at least find out the sorts of things he liked so she could return his mushy gifts and the like with her own versions.

It was spotty at best, and once she realized the potential pun in the idea of only having spotty coverage of a cheetah-griffon, she vowed to tell it to him or Pinkie one day.

Over a few days, she managed to get an idea of the griffon’s daily schedule. The problem was, she couldn’t see anything that would make a good gift idea.

Most of the weekdays, he worked at the blacksmith’s shop, helping him out with…she didn’t know. She wasn’t the sort to spy into the shop itself. But once he got off shift, he went right home, which, again, she wasn’t at the level of peeping into windows. (Yet.)

There was one minor deviation, where the griffon went home, then left to Twilight’s crystal-tree castle, where the library was still being run out of, to return a book. He left with a few new ones in exchange, so maybe she could bug Twilight about his reading habits, figure out something she could get him then.

And also, after a particular day, he eschewed going home entirely and went to the only omnivore restaurant in town for his evening meal.

It was the weekend that was interesting. The griffon apparently went about town, being sociable, talking to all manner of ponies, and picking up his weekly shopping and the like. But there was no reason for him to visit things like a games store unless he was into something that they sold there. He also hit up the newest bookstore in town as well. So she had a few things she could use to find out his interests.

It was the start of another week, and Dash was just about ready to go stalking this incredibly persistent bird-cat, when there was a knock at her door. Her cloud door, which meant that a pegasus had come up to see her.

Thinking it was Fluttershy, she went to the door and opened it, before her eyes widened a little bit in surprise.

Because on the other side was no meek pegasus, but a mildly irritated Twilight Sparkle, holding a list in her magic.

“Dash,” she said sternly. “We need to talk.”

“What?” Dash blinked at her. “What’d I do? I didn’t break anything and you can’t prove otherwise.”

“I’ve compiled a list,” Twilight said, shaking the scroll in her magic, “of the times you’ve been seen stalking the newest arrival in town. Simply because he’s male and you’ve not been with him in bed yet.”

“I haven’t been stalking him, I’ve just been following him around to figure out… his… schedule. Okay, I might have actually been stalking him. But that’s only because he’s… weird. And not like, bad, weird, just- Twilight why won’t he sleep with me?” Dash honestly sounded confused. “I want him but he doesn’t want me back.”

Twilight sighed and sent the list home with a small pop of lavender magic. “Dash,” she said soothingly, stepping inside and putting a wing around her shoulders. “The problem isn’t you. It isn’t him either. He just…” She looked for words. “He doesn’t want you to go out and sleep with anyone else anymore, if you pick him. He wants stability in a relationship. His heart might be set on you, but he knows what you’re like, so it’s probably tearing him up just as much as it is you.”

“Well I haven’t slept with anypony since I started… stalking… him. But I don’t wanna settle down though!” She insisted.

“He’s probably not asking for marriage,” Twilight chuckled, shaking her head. “Just, somepony who doesn’t sleep around if you start dating him properly.” She gave the pegasus a look. “Do you think you can manage that? Keeping in mind if you mess up he’ll probably break up with you until you prove you’re serious about it somehow.”

“Uuuuuuugh…..” Dash groaned while throwing her head back. “I… think?”

“Dash,” Twilight said with a bit more steel in her voice. “I’ve never known you to half-do anything. It’s never I think I can do this with you, it’s always Watch this, I know I got this, it’s gonna be awesome. What makes this one griffon so much more daunting than…than any of the stunts you’ve ever done?”

“I don’t know! I don’t do feelings. Feelsy stuff just gives me a headache.” Dash said with more than a bit of a grumble as she scuffed her hoof into her cloud-house’s floor.

“Well, maybe he’ll help you figure out what you are feeling, then,” Twilight pointed out. “He can help you put words to them when they crop up. Maybe then it’ll stop giving you headaches.”

“I guess.” Her ears pinned back. “Thanks Twilight….”

“Just give him an honest chance,” the alicorn tried to get Dash to agree to the idea. “He might surprise you.”

Gary hummed to himself. Another weekend to himself, another set of chores to take care of. His shopping had been done and put away for an hour now, so now he was on to things he wanted to do. He had rather hoped the games store had something new in, but he wasn’t exactly holding his breath.

He was halfway to the shop, humming a jaunty tune under his breath, when he met an…unexpected detour. One he never expected to actually happen. Not with the way he kept brushing her off.

Dash was standing, shockingly not flying, in the road. “Okay. You win.”

Gary blinked in surprise, his head tilted slightly in confusion. “I’m sorry? Were we competing?” he asked.

“If you want to be in a relationship or something before we bang, then… fine.” Dash looked almost worried.

The taller griffon rolled his eyes, walking forward and putting a wing around Dash’s middle (which ended up almost engulfing her, griffons were stupid large compared to ponies) before walking back the way he came. “Let’s get somewhere more private for this sort of discussion, huh?” he asked. “I don’t live far from here.”

“I know.” She said, following the much larger griffon. He kept her concealed with his wing as they walked back to his home.

When they got there, he opened the door and ushered her inside, before heading to the kitchen after she’d walked in. “I’ll make us some tea,” he offered. “You can tell me what’s on your mind while the kettle boils.”

It wasn’t a minute later that Gary joined her at the dining table, quirking a brow at the pegasus across from him, waiting for her to start talking.

“I thought you were playing hard to get. Which I can respect. But you weren’t, I think?” Dash seemed to have a hard time with words. “Soooo, if you want me all to yourself, that’s fine. We can, date, or whatever. If… you’re even interested… in me.” She seemed to want to look anywhere but across the table.

Gary considered for a moment or two. “I am,” he confirmed, making Dash whip her head up and look at him. “Interested in you,” he clarified, making her heart beat felt for a moment. “But I was raised to respect he- mares, you’d say,” he admitted with a chuckle. “So I basically only want one mate, and it would take something pretty major to get me to change my mind. Who you’ve been is not a good match for a griffon like me.”

“Soooo, wait, is me sleeping with other stallions off the table? Because, you better be an amazing lay.” Dash pointed a hoof at him.

“That is a condition if we’re going to date, yes,” Gary confirmed. “You don’t have to worry about that with me, but you’ve been…around,” he said, moving a talon in a circle to make his point.

“Uuuuuugh, fine. I suppose.” Dash planted her head on the table with a thump and groaned. She looked up, looking a little flushed. “I’ll only sleep with you, but you better be available.”

“I do have my job during the weekdays,” he mused. “But weekends and evenings are still free, if you can contain yourself,” he chuckled.

Just about then, there was a whistling from the kitchen, and the griffon got up to answer it. The sound of liquid being poured came next, and in the span of a minute, the cat-bird had two mugs in one taloned hand, being put on the table. “Give it a few minutes to steep,” he advised. “Then I’ll take the bags out and we can have some tea.”

“Not really a tea-mare, but sure.” The mare shrugged. “I have a job too, and you’ve carried me home more times than I can count.”

“Well if you stopped getting so drunk and banging random stallions in alleyways…” the griffon teased.

“Hey, I can stop banging stallions, but drinking is a must!” She jabbed a hoof in his direction, giving him a death glare.

“Well then, that can be a first date for us,” the griffon teased. “Tonight we can go to a bar together, and I can keep the stallions off of you.”

“Deal.” Dash nodded. “And I promise to not get blackout drunk.”

Gary was sure he was going to regret this. It was the evening, and they were standing outside of Dash’s favorite bar. He glanced down to his side to where the smaller mare stood at the ready. He sighed, rolled his eyes, and pushed the door open, to the sound of a cheer the moment Dash walked in.

That cheer became a sound of confusion when he followed after her. Some mare in the bar yelled ‘Finally got him, eh Dash?’ Then the rest of the ponies made another cheer and some made lewd gestures with their hooves.

“Yes. I did.” She glared at a gaggle of mares. “There’s some conditions though.”

“Yeah,” Gary draped a wing over her barrel. “I’m here to pay for her drinks and make sure she makes it home alright.”

“Wait, who said you were paying for drinks?” Dash snapped her head around to him. “Then, I’m paying for your drinks.”

“And who said chivalry was dead?” Gary chuckled as they headed to the bar, the griffon taking up a seat and keeping his wing around her as she took hers.

“I believe in gender equality.” Dash said with a ‘harumph.’

“Yes, you bang all stallions equally,” Gary snarked back.

There came hisses and ‘ooooo’s’ from the bar-goers.

“You got me there.” Dash pointed a hoof at him as she sat at the bar.

There was a moment of confusion as she was pulled through the air, and when her head cleared, she was sitting in Gary’s lap.

“No, now I’ve got you,” he teased, using a talon to prod her muzzle.

“Huh?” Dash blinked. “I know I’m short, but I’m not a foal.”

“Nah, I just figured it was time to tease you for a change,” the griffon taunted. What did he mean by tha-

Oh. It suddenly occurred to Dash exactly where her flank was situated.

And her normally cyan face was bright red. “Oooooh. Berry, I need something alcoholic. Now.”

The earth mare rolled her eyes, already having prepared Dash’s usual drink the moment she walked in the door. It slid in front of the mare as she turned an eye onto the griffon she was situated in the lap of. “Something sweet and non-alcoholic for me,” he demurred. “I’m going to be getting her home in one piece tonight.” The bartender nodded and went to mix it up.

“If I start slurring, cut me off.” Dash added. “I wanna actually remember whatever happens.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” Gary promised. Berry returned with his fruity drink and he took it in one hand, sipping it and cooing in delight. “Plus, this position we’re in makes it easy to keep the stallions away~” he teased, furling his wings around to hide line of sight with the mare in his lap.

Only Dash’s head was visible. “Oh I feel so protected.” She rolled her eyes and she leaned in and sipped out of her freshly set down drink.

She gave a glance at the griff’s head above her. A small smirk twisted her lips. Her tail slid around to her side. Her now bare flank pressed back.

She was rewarded with the griffon taking an unexpectedly large gulp of his drink, before glancing down at her with a panicked expression. He must have felt that. She could see his wings twitching, as if he was considering moving them back to his sides. Now, the question was, did she want him to keep them there, and if so, how could she convince him to not move them…

A hoof tapped a wing and she shook her head. Her flank rubbed back and forth slowly.

She was rewarded again, this time with the feeling of a small, noticeable bump under her flank. One that was starting to swell into something much different, and larger, than the stallions she had ever been with.

“Hmmmm…” She hummed into the straw in her drink. She shimmied her hind legs under her and propped herself up a bit, only for the new girth to feel something warm and damp against it. “You get a preview.” She mumbled into her drink nonchalantly.

“Dash-” Gary whined. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to just stop himself from getting harder. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be giving more than a preview under his wings.

“Just tell me to stop.” She murmured, lowering herself to press her flank into him.

He wasn’t afraid of her stopping. He was afraid he wasn’t going to be able to tell her to before something happened. He already knew that his shaft had to be getting pretty long, poking between her folds. If she lowered herself any further, she’d be impaling herself and he’d not be able to remove the wings hiding her for a very good reason.

And like that, her flank was back in his lap, however the shaft was sandwiched between her toned plot.

That wasn’t any better! His shaft twitched between those cheeks, and he could all but feel a small bead at the tip ready to drool down and stain her flank.

She leaned back and rested her back and wings against his chest fluff. Her head rested on his shoulder, her head closer to his. “Is it what you wanted?” She whispered.

“I, uh…” he blushed. “I don’t know how much longer I can stand to be with you in public if you’re going to act like this,” he admitted. “We might just have to skip to the bedroom at this rate.”

And a hoof emerged from the wings. Bits were piled onto the bar. The mare tugged herself away a little so he could try to arrange himself.

“Sorry guys,” Gary called out. “Turns out Dash has other plans.”

And the mare dropped down to the floor with a clop. “Plans involving a big hunky griffon and a broken bed.”

Gary gulped. What had he gotten into?

Dash lounged on his bed that was far too big for her. At least half of her was on it. Her hind legs hung off the side of the bed and her tail was off to the side, so she was leaving nothing to the imagination.

Gary swallowed again. "Dash, are you sure?" He tried to appeal to her sense of reason. "I'm much larger than you."

“Won’t find out until we try.” Dash looked over her shoulder. “We can fit as much of you as we can, or we could try my plot, or , if all else fails, you could grind your thick meat against me.”

"I mean, I'm willing to try," the griff admitted, unfurling his wings from where they'd been keeping his length hidden. Holy-!

That was about the length of one of her legs, and it seemed a little thicker than that as well.

She blinked at the size of the thing. “Weelllll…. Let’s take it slow then. I know that that’s not really my style, but… That’s big.”

"I did warn you," Gary pointed out, shuffling awkwardly. "If you wanna call it off-"

“I at least want to try.” Dash said with a small whine.

Gary rolled his eyes and stepped forward, into position. His front claws went to either side of Dash's head, and she could feel the pointed tip poking at her folds. One claw removed itself from in front of her and went back, gripping her flank to keep her still.

Then he pushed forward, that tip spreading and stretching her innards.

“Huurgh!” Dash grunted out as her legs spread to try and help him fit more.

Dash didn’t consider herself a whore or slut. She simply loved each stallion in turn and left them when they got clingy. Between sessions with each one, she had an exercise regimen to keep herself tight down there, with excellent muscle control.

All of which felt like it was for naught as Gary kept feeding his mare-breaking cock into her, one inch at a time. The barbs tickled delightfully on the way in, and if she put a hoof to her belly, she could feel the bulge he was making in her.

“Mmmph- Not- gonna be able to- take much more…” She squirmed into the bed.

That was about when she felt it. His pointed tip tickling her deepest reaches. All of his lovely, barbed cock was nestled inside of her, stretching her deliciously. If they'd fucked when he first showed up, she'd have had no problem committing to this cock.

And yet. She could feel something tickling her folds. Something round and bigger than what she'd already been stuffed with. Something he wasn't even trying to put in her.

“Th-that’s not gonna fit.” She grunted out with her face in the sheets.

"Shame," Gary hummed, running a clawed hand through her mane. "Tying is the one, sure-fire way to get a griffon male to cum. Otherwise, we could be stuck fucking all night trying to milk that out of me."

All nigh-

That was about when Gary's claw gripped her flank and he started pulling back. If the barbs had felt good on the way in, they felt divine on the way out.

“Mmmmmuuumph…” Dash groaned out. “All night… Is fine…. C-cause that’s… not gonna fit…” She managed through grunts.

“I mean, we haven’t even tried yet,” Gary teased the mare, thrusting back into her and burying most of his length inside her folds once more. The knot bumped into her again with those motions, and the griffon seemed to almost be taunting her.

“You’re pretty muc- mmmph- filling me up- already.” She grunted, shoving her face into the sheets.

“I could always go for more~” he blatantly teased her as his claws gripped her flanks so that he could set a long, slow pace for pulling out and thrusting back into her.

“G-get used to dis- mmmph! Disappointment.” She said rocking her flank into his pelvis. “S-say. I can’t sleep with other- nngh- stallions. Right?”

“I would prefer it if you didn’t while we’re dating, yes,” Gary replied dryly. One of his clawed hands lightly smacked her flank at that statement.

“Unnf!” She grunted at the slap. “Th-that means that you don’t sleep with other mares. Right?”

“Also correct,” Gary agreed, using his other hand to smack her flank harder between thrusts.

She gasped out, throwing her head back. “Ah! G-good!” She crumpled the sheets in her hooves. “You’re- mmmph- mine, and I’m… yours.”

“Bet you never thought you’d be saying those words to anyone,” Gary teased Dash, keeping up with his long, slow thrusts, to get the mare to squirm under him.

“Nopony could pin me down.” She said, before pausing in her movements. “Wait- wait a sec, pull out a s-sec.”

Gary did, one brow raised in question as to what she had planned.

Dash crawled up onto the bed and rolled over onto her back, spreading her hind legs. “O-okay. You… uh… You’re good.” She actually looked flustered.

The griffon chuckled, joining her on the bed and pressing his length back to her lips as he all but loomed over the smaller mare, one clawed hand rubbing along her muzzle. With one thrust, he buried his length inside of her again, stretching her once more as he settled on top of her.

“Mmmuuuuhh….” She groaned out, arching her back as best she could under the griffon. He seemed to shift around for a few seconds, before he gripped the mare around her middle…

And then hammered her with his cock, hard and fast, his hip motions making the bed creak with every slap of their groins.

Dash saw stars. He was overwhelming. She shuddered, her hips started to buck as she came.

And he just didn’t stop. He fucked her through her orgasm, prolonging it as that knot slapped against her lips with every thrust of his hips. Either he was intent on getting it in her, or he really did mean to fuck her all night.

“F-fuck! P-pound me- Umf! U-until you f-fill me u-up!” She stammered out, squirming under him.

Well, if she was going to give him permission…

Gary’s thrusts became harder and more focused on grinding that knot into her with every thrust, apparently trying to tie her.

“I-if you’re g-gonna try.” She grunted. “J-just d-do it. T-tellin ya it’s n-not gonna fit.”

Gary huffed at that and seemed to double down on how hard he was thrusting into her, that knot all but demanding entrance into the smaller mare. Simple logistics would say it wouldn’t fit, but sheer determination and stubbornness tended to help overcome such problems.

“C-come on. Y-you can t-try harder than- mmmph! That!” She taunted, a bit of her fire coming back.

Gary all but snarled as he thrust harder, grinding his knot into her lips and soaking it in her juices. After a few thrusts like that-

Pop

-He was in. If he’d been filling her before, she was beyond full now.

“T-too much-” She wheezed. “Too much!” She went limp. “J-just c-cum!”

She could feel his cock throbbing within her, the cum racing up his length-

And then she felt it splash in her depths, not being allowed to escape thanks to how he was plugging her up with his knot, which meant all of his prodigious release had nowhere to go but deeper into her.

And Dash plumped up a bit. “Unnnggg… H-how long t-till the s-swelling goes down?”

“Probably until I can pull out of you,” Gary idly commented, rolling onto his side and dragging Dash with him so they could cuddle while he leaked a steady stream of cum into her. “Might take…half an hour for the tie to die down?”

“That’s fine. That’s great. Yeah.” Dash grumbled, her voice muffled as her face was in the sheets. After a little rearranging from the griffon, the pair of them were face-to-face, or face-to-chest-fluff, as he wrapped a clawed hand around her head to stroke her mane.

“It’s not like I have a lot of experience in this, you know,” he commented idly.

Dash blinked. “Am I your first?”

“First one for anything this serious, yes,” Gary agreed with a nod.

“Huh.” She blinked again. “Good? I guess?” She glanced around awkwardly. “Imma be honest, I have no idea how to do the… relationship, monogamy, thing.”

“Okay, well,” Gary held up his free hand and ticked a few things off. “The monogamy part is something you’re going to have to work on yourself. And I’m not expecting you to become a relationship master overnight. You’ve got your friends to help you figure it out, I’m sure that between all of you they can help you learn what you need to know.”

“Eh, good idea.” Dash commented. “Ehm, so, we’re gonna be here a bit…” She coughed into her hoof. “Uhhh, tell me about yourself?” She said awkwardly.

The griffon laughed and hugged her so that her muzzle was buried in his chest fluff, before he began regaling her with tales from the (former) griffon empire and his life there. A short while into his stories about how he and Gilda knew each other, his length managed to deflate enough to where they could separate.

“Shit!” Dash swore as cum virtually gushed out of her pussy. “Sorry! Get a towel or something!”

“It’s fine, I’ll just wash these sheets later,” Gary brushed her concerns off. “Plus the bed’s big enough to where that’s hardly a large stain.”

“If you’re sure.” Dash hummed. “So.. uhm, how was it?”

Gary hummed, one hand still stroking Dash’s mane. “For a first time, quite enjoyable,” he admitted. “I’m glad I waited until I met someone I wanted to be with like that.”

“Wanted?” She blinked. “I thought you weren’t really interested because I sleep- slept around.”

“Well yes, but also there were plenty of griffon hens back home that just…didn’t appeal to me,” Gary pointed out. “I just kept waiting. I knew you could be better, could be someone I would want to date.” He leaned in and pecked her cheek with his beak in an imitation of a kiss. “And now you’ve shown me I was right.”

“Awww- Ah!” She jumped and coughed into her hoof. “That’s sweet… I guess.”

Gary merely smiled and used his wings to circle around Dash, holding her close to him in a cuddle while he laid his head atop hers.

“Yer warm.” She said into his chest fluff.

“Mhm,” Gary agreed. “So…did you want to go again?”

“This may surprise you, but no. That was…. A bit much.” She said as her face flushed.

Gary clicked his beak. “Shame. Griffon males can usually go two or three times a night before they’re worn out.”

“We can work up to that. Stallions don’t last long, normally leaving me disappointed. So I guess we both just went the opposite extreme.” Dash said with a nod.

“Mmm.” Gary looked Dash in the eye. “Now I better not hear any rumors about you sleeping around after this,” he warned.

“I’ll Pinkie Promise.” Dash stated seriously.

“Not…right now, I don’t think we need Pinkie to show up here at this exact moment,” Gary replied with a wince.

“Oh please no!” Dash gasped out, eyes wide. The griffon chuckled and merely nuzzled her.

“So…” He hummed a bit. “When do you think you’d be up for another ‘date’?”

“How about tomorrow night?” She offered.

“Sounds good to me,” Gary smiled. “Did you want to get a nice dinner, or should we not even pretend and just meet up here or at your place?”

“I’m always down to eat, but don’t do anything romantic or anything.” The pegasus shook her mane as she stretched.

“So, a pre-fuck meal at a fast food place then,” the griffon quipped. “To give you plenty of energy for the workout to come.”

“Exactly.”