Cracking A Herd

The rhythm change in the Crash and Lost household hadn’t changed much in the transition to being a three-creature household much at all. Three weeks in and no creature had shown any sort of sign that they would snap at another’s company, which Gilda told Crash was a good thing. Crash had only ever lived with his parents, and of course Lost Way, so he had simply had to take Gilda’s word on it.

The morning routine was simple. Out of the three of them, it was Gilda that seemed to wake up the earliest. If she managed not to rouse the boys out of sleep with her loud yawns and groans from stretching she always went straight to the kitchen to get started on coffee. Crash had wandered into the kitchen one morning to see Gilda looking like a zombie. Her feathers were all ruffled and her eyes were practically shut as she hovered around the kitchen grabbing mugs and hot water. It worried Crash that she was operating an open flame upon the stove looking so dazed, but when he offered to help she practically bit him.

Coffee was Gilda’s thing. Crash learned quickly she enjoyed doing it and it was something she wanted to do for the sake of the boys. She had even learned how to mix Lost Way’s drinks with cream and sugar and all sorts of ingredients that she would never let touch hers. Lost Way was frequently the last to wake and often was greeted with a cup of coffee so sugary and sweet that he perked right up right before the other two had fully awoken.

Their work schedules seemed to line up as well. They all left the home within the same hour, and returning was often similar. Gilda was usually the first to get home because she was able to fly, and often days Crash liked to stay and walk with Lost so he wouldn’t be alone on their way home from the castle.

One thing Gilda hated when she moved in was the lack of food Crash and Lost actually kept on hoof. The store was close enough and typically the boys kept no more than a few days worth of food in their home at a time. That changed quickly when Gilda moved in and began to come home late with armfuls of groceries. Pretty soon their fridge and cabinets were starting to look pretty full with both fresh and pre-packaged goods alike. It turned out that gryphons ate quite a bit more than ponies, and that included ones the size of Crash. Their bodies burned calories more easily and combined with Gilda’s frequent visit to the gym she needed the boost to keep herself going.

Evenings in the household were typically eventful despite being contained primarily inside of their kitchen. Lost typically cooked most days back when it was just him and Crash, and it was an activity he enjoyed. What they didn’t realize was that Gilda had a certain way around the kitchen herself. She didn’t know how to make many dishes, but the few she did were some of the tastiest both boys had ever had. She insisted that she was a one-trick gryphon and could ruin any other dish she touched, but neither stallion would hear it after practically inhaling the dishes she was able to make.

So that somehow became the routine. It was getting more and more common for the three of them to exchange morning greetings without another word and sleepily go about their business, and then come back home and hang out together until it was time for sleep. Gilda joked how in three weeks’ time they had turned her from a club-frequenting menace to a stay-at-home bird.

Somehow having Gilda around began to feel normal far before the worry of butting heads or awkward tension began to arise. It felt natural to have another creature in the house that had felt so spacious for so long.

Lost Way’s old bedroom was essentially Gilda’s. Ever since Crash and Lost had become an item the zebra had been spending less and less time in his own bedroom to the point it was a glorified storage room at this point. It turned out that Crash and Lost had been putting off a lot of cleaning and throwing out old junk, because when they tried to held Gilda tidy up the room to customize herself it turned into a whole weekend endevour where they were forced to order pizza and stay up through the night sorting through what junk to keep and what junk to give away.

A lot of the junk in Lost Way’s old room was just that. Junk. Nearly everything he found actually important he had migrated into his new room with Crash, and everything else could easily be stuffed into a closet. They stuffed the old mattress up into the attic just in case, since Gilda made it clear she didn’t want it. Instead she took to spending the past few weeks hoarding blankets and pillows and anything else she could get her talons on. When it came time to make her nest Crash and Lost watched her like a wild animal as she seemed to with their untrained eye throw one wrinkled pillow from one end to the other about a dozen times. When she said it looked finished it looked to both boys exactly the same it had before.

“Ugggh, this is nice,” Gilda said as she laid down in her nest. She rolled over onto her back and gave a good stretch. “Oh man, I hate beds. Something in this place finally feels like it isn’t yours.”

“You’re welcome to change whatever you want,” Lost Way said with a chuckle. “I don’t think Crash or I ever really cared about where we lived as long as it was nice.”

“I’ll have you know I’ve gotten pretty strict criticism about my decorating decisions,” Gilda said. “Though I was five, and my aunt was yelling at me about drawing on the wall. I don’t know if I wanna relive through that trauma via your disappointment.”

“Point taken,” Lost Way said before chuckling. He got up to his hooves and let out a long stretch before glancing out the window. “It’s gonna get dark soon. I could go out and get us something to eat if you guys want? We kinda worked the whole day getting all this set up.”

“Want us to come with?” Crash asked.

“Naw,” Lost Way said. “I’m gonna leave you and your girlfriend alone to break in her brand new nest.”

“Lost!” Crash snapped. He was hardly able to threateningly get up to his front haunches before Lost Way giggled like a devilish brat and scurried out of the room giggling. Crash knew his cheeks were pink even before he turned to glance to Gilda who was smirking at him.

“What’re you blushing for?” Gilda asked. She was teasing him too.

“Leave me alone,” Crash whined. “I’m tired! I spent all day helping you and your gonna gang up on me too?”

“Aww, poor baby,” Gilda said with a chuckle before reaching out her talons and grabbing one of Crash’s forelegs. She pulled him forward, and despite feeling his heart skip a beat Crash didn’t hesitate to allow himself to be drug. He was pulled into Gilda’s arms just as he heard the door to the front of the house shut as Lost Way made his way out.

Truthfully it had been some time since Crashing Thunder and Gilda had been able to do anything physically to advance their relationship. Lost Way was around most of the time, and while technically that being an issue sort of went against the way of a herd Crash couldn’t help but feel that his first time with Gilda should be more special. Or, at the very least, more private.

Crash couldn’t help but be reminded they were alone as Gilda pulled him on top of her and they kissed. This they had done plenty since she had moved in. Crash had gotten more and more used to all sorts of physical affection from Gilda. When she wanted something she wasn’t afraid to reach out and take it, even if said something was a living breathing pegasus. As such Crash ended up being yanked on top of her as their first kiss commenced. As he was rolled over so the two could lay on their sides with their chests facing each other they momentarily split, and Gilda was looking at Crash with a wicked grin.

“You know,” Gilda said slyly as she reached up one of her talons and trailed it from the back of Crash’s jawline up to the tip of his chin. “Lost might be awhile.”

“Y-Yeah?” Crash asked.

The pegasus started to feel a bit like a dolt. Was all he could really think to say to something like that ‘yeah’ of all things? He wasn’t blind and deaf, she was clearly hitting on him and expecting him to do something. For a brief moment Crash squirmed in place before scooching forward and kissing Gilda once more. Since she had made the first move he took it as permission to make one of his own as she pushed forward a bit until he was the one on top of her again.

This time Crash ran his foreleg down Gilda’s side. He gave a gentle squeeze when he reached all the way down to her rump. He hoped that his pounding chest pressing up against her didn’t give away too obviously how nervous he was.

“Mrow,” Gilda said in a playful meowing sound as Crash’s hoof squeezed her. “Somepony’s grabby.”

“Sh-Should I not be?” Crash asked. He lessened his squeeze on Gilda’s flank but was too unsure if he should pull away entirely or not. “I thought…”

“You’re doing fine,” Gilda said before reaching up her left arm and wrapping it around Crash’s neck to tug the pegasus closer. Crash let out a light gasp as his neck was suddenly forced down and the hard sensation of a beak pressed into his skin. She drug her beak upward until it was close to one of Crash’s ears and he could feel her warm breath as she spoke. “It’s real cute that you’re trying to be the guy, but I think we both know I’m gonna take control of this one way or another.”

Crash’s eyes widened as a massive blush spread over his face. He could feel Gilda’s other talons move down HIS side now before squeezing over HIS flank. She brought up one of her hind legs and wrapped it over Crash’s back to press it down against her. She reached up her other talons and began to softly rake them through the blonde curls in Crash’s mane.

“Heh, shouldn’t try to fly the carriage without the reigns,” Gilda said as she sat up slightly with her body parts all still wrapping around and grabbing at Crash. She paused slightly and perhaps had seen the look of worry spread over Crash’s face. She frowned slightly. “What’s wrong? I’m not going too fast, am I?”

“N-No,” Crash said quietly, though was unsure if he was lying or not even to himself. “I’m just realizing probably way too late that I… have no idea how to do things with girls compared to guys.”

“Y’know I’ve heard that from a few girls in my day,” Gilda said with a coy grin. “But never from a big stallion like you.”

“I-I told you Lost Way was my first,” Crash said as he glanced away sheepishly. “In a lot of ways. He’s still pretty much my only for a lot of those things. I uh… I don’t wanna make this uncomfortable for you.”

Gilda chuckled softly. She continued to run her talons through Crash’s mane with that grin on her face that made Crash blush oh so deeply. Despite their sizes being practically the same Crash suddenly felt far smaller than Gilda.

“You’re such a gentlecolt,” Gilda teased. “But don’t worry about me. I’m used to bossing guys around when they have no idea what they’re doing.”

Crash could feel his eyes widen and his heart pound within his chest. He had always expected it to fall to him when it came to sleeping with a mare to know what to do. He hadn’t ever really given much thought to a girl with the personality and intensity of Gilda coming into his life. He knew she was probably over exaggerating and teasing with the ‘bossing around’ bit but he wouldn’t hesitate to believe it.

“Hey, what’re you looking at me like that for?” Gilda asked.

“Nothing,” Crash said. “I’m probably the most boring guy you’ve ever been with though, huh?”

“Boring?” Gilda asked with a raised brow. “Slowest, maybe. Most guys would be begging to lay in a nest with me by the third date.”

“Sorry,” Crash said on instinct alone.

“Hey, would I be LIVING here if you weren’t worth it so far?” Gilda asked with a smile. “I like you, Crash. Lost Way too, obviously. You two are… Sort of the best thing to happen to me in a long time, actually.”

“We didn’t do anything,” Crash said. “Just did what anypony else would do.”

“No, you didn’t,” Gilda said. “Most ponies woulda dumped me after the club. I know I’m high maintenance sometimes… It’s hard to believe I was so convinced I was never gonna see you again that night.”

“Really?” Crash asked.

“Well,” Gilda said, a bit awkward now as she shifted uncomfortably on the nest. “I figured either you wouldn’t wanna talk to me again or I’d end up too awkward and avoid you two and find a new gym or something.”

“I thought you were worth trying for,” Crash said. He didn’t realize how cheesy it sounded until it came out of his mouth.

“You’re such a dork,” Gilda said. She reached out her talons and ran her fingers down Crash’s face with a light and gentle touch. “But I guess you’re my dork, now. The two of you.”

“Yeah,” Crash said with a slight chuckle. “The two of us.”

Crash thought about Lost Way. He realized just how entangled he and Gilda had become. Their forelegs and hindlegs were wrapped around each other and their body heat had practically become one given just how much of them was touching. It reminded him of when he would wake up in a mess of thrown sheets and Lost Way’s legs all over him. Suddenly a pit grew in his belly as he began to frown and glanced away from Gilda.

“Hey,” Crash said. “I’m really sorry, but… Can we hold off on doing anything major? Just for a little?”

“Not ready?” Gilda asked.

“No, I am,” Crash said as he felt a blush begin to form across his cheeks. He knew he didn’t sound all too confident in that, so he very quickly added. “As much as I’ll ever be, I mean. It’s just… Lost.”

“What about him?”

“The three of us never really talked about… intimate stuff outside of me and him,” Crash said. He was beginning to feel sillier by the second. How long had he known Gilda, much less been living with her, and waited right up until this moment to even consider this? He knew Lost Way had teased him earlier about breaking in the nest, but that was just what Lost Way did.

“I wanna talk with him before we do anything,” Crash said. “It doesn’t feel right, even if we are a herd. At least for the first time.”

Crash wondered if he made any sense at all, or if he just sounded like he was trying to ask permission to be intimate which just made him feel pathetic. However, now that the thought of Lost Way was firmly lodged into his head any hope of proceeding with Gilda seemed impossible.

“No, you’re right,” Gilda said before untangling herself from Crash’s legs and sitting up with a slightly strained grunt. “I should know a thing or two about jealousy. I don’t wanna mess up anything you two have just cause you’re really damn cute right now.”

“You’re not upset, right?” Crash asked.

“Oh stuff it, bird brain,” Gilda said with a roll of her eyes before moving forward and pecking Crash lightly on his cheek. “Think about your OWN feelings for a change here, Crash. If this is something you wanna do I won’t get upset. You wouldn’t want to make me uncomfortable, right?”

Those words gave Crash a sense of reassurance, though also a slight hint of embarrassment. He hadn’t really realized how often he had been putting Gilda’s feelings before his own. While most of the time the two hadn’t conflicted, right now seemed to be the point to make it count. This wasn’t just a new relationship with him and Gilda, but one that roped in Lost Way as well. This wasn’t the time to be careless and listen to his initial instincts which told him Gilda was gorgeous and he should take his chance.

Luckily the mature part of him kept him rational. He loved Lost Way and his feelings for Gilda were strong. Everything felt so close to fitting together perfectly that he wanted to avoid any more drama at all cost. He looked into Gilda’s eyes, and realized for the first time that he felt the same warmth in his chest he did when he stared at Lost Way.

“That doesn’t mean we need to leave the nest, though,” Crash said gingerly before glancing away. “What we were doing before was kind of nice.”

“Oh wow, you horndog,” Gilda said with a teasing giggle that only made Crash’s faint blush worsen. She scooted closer, and very quickly they became entangled once more.

Like teenagers in love, they restricted themselves to basic things like kissing and gentle touching, and for now, that was fine by Crash.

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It was about another hour before Lost Way returned home with forelegs full of groceries. He had really gone above and beyond with his plans. He claimed that since they hadn’t had a proper chance to do so before that this would mark a good occasion to celebrate Gilda moving in. He had decided to splurge without telling the two and had gone down to a local wine store that sold wine that was typically a bit out of their budget.

“Oooh, how fancy,” Gilda said as she took up one of the bottles. She then proceeded to show off a party trick of hers by jamming her talon into the cork and twisting it out without any tool required. It was actually a bit impressive, as it was something both boys figured would be impossible without the aid of magic. She took a swig straight from the bottle, which made Lost Way burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Gilda asked.

“I’m trying to imagine one of the ponies who normally buys this wine watching you chug it like that,” Lost Way said. “Their faces would be priceless.”

“I’ll have you know I am a VERY classy lady,” Gilda said in a mock stuck-up attitude as she raised her nose and looked away from the boys. “Those hoity-toity nerds would just be awestruck by how awesome I am, clearly.”

“Awestruck enough to need a hospital after fainting?” Crash asked.

“You want some of this wine or not?” Gilda asked.

“I’m very sorry, ma’am,” Crash said quickly.

“That’s better,” Gilda replied.

The three shared a laugh and then proceeded to make a complete and utter mess of a kitchen while attempting to help Lost Way. It soon became clear that the kitchen that could hardly hold Crash and Gilda running around certainly couldn’t handle the main chef being jostled between creatures twice his size as he kept an eye on the pan. Gilda eventually went over to the breakfast bar with her bottle of wine to sit down and watch the two boys prepare her meal, on Crash’s assistance that he be the one to help cook.

Lost really had taken the extra step. Most of these ingredients were fresh and clearly pricier than those they normally bought.

“Thanks for this, hon,” Crash said as he stood next to Lost Way near the pan and planted a kiss on his forehead. “You didn’t have to do all this, though.”

“I wanted to,” Lost Way said with a smile. He seemed happy, which in turn made Crash smile. “It’s actually been nice having the house be a little more full.”

“Yeah,” Crash agreed as he leaned closer to Lost Way and leaned his head atop the zebra. He shut his eyes and breathed in deeply. He had been the one to practically force Lost Way’s hoof into letting Gilda come and stay with them, so nothing made him more relieved to see that Lost was accommodating to the sudden change in life so well.

The vibe around the house was far more lively lately. Sometimes Crash would hear Gilda and Lost practically screaming with laughter in another room late into the night as they stayed up drinking and telling stories. The two of them got along well in a way that made Crash feel like they were meant to be close. It was different from the way himself and Gilda interacted, but it was just as special and meaningful. Crash began to feel an aching warmth in his chest upon the realization that this was what a herd felt like. This wasn’t imaginary anymore, or something that was a far-off dream. He looked over his shoulder and felt nothing but affection for Gilda, and then turned to Lost and felt the same.

“Ugh, I feel so useless watching you two work,” Gilda said before pushing back from her seat and getting up. “I’m gonna go outside and grab some more firewood so we don’t freeze our butts off eating, okay?”

Once Gilda was gone it was just Lost Way and Crash together. Right now when the mood felt perfect and everything seemed to be divine was where Crashing Thunder knew he had to take the next step.

“Hey, hon?” Crash asked.

“Mmm?” Lost Way asked as he mindlessly stirred some veggies and oats over the stovetop and added pinches of seasoning at a time. “What’s up?”

“I uh…” Crash felt his voice get quieter as his usual shyness kicked in much to his annoyance. “We’ve been with Gilda for awhile now.”

“Mhm,” Lost Way said. It was clear he was only half paying attention as he focused on the pan before him.

“I think I might be ready to try… more,” Crash said.

“More?” Lost Way questioned. He seemed to be pulled out of his focus for a moment.

“You know,” Crash said with a slight shrug. “Intimate stuff.”

“Oh,” Lost Way said. His hoof stopped stirring the veggies in the dish, and for a moment Crash felt his chest tighten and his belly twist. “Uh, what’re you telling me for?”

“Cause!” Crash said. He backed off of Lost Way slightly. “I love you, and I didn’t wanna just do it without telling you.”

“Aww,” Lost Way said with a slight smile. He turned to Crash and stepped forward before lifting up his hoof and grazing it against Crash’s cheek. “Crash, you worry way too much.”

“I know,” Crash said with a sigh of defeat as he lifted his hoof and placed it against Lost’s hoof and held it firmly to his cheek. “Everything’s just going so well I… I wanna make sure it stays that way. Hurting you or her scares me more than anything.”

“Honey,” Lost Way said in a tender voice. He only called Crash such a sappy nickname when he was trying his absolute best to be comforting and reassuring. “It’s okay. Let yourself enjoy this. If we’re gonna be a big herd you can’t worry like this every time we take a big step. I’m really glad you told me, though.”

Crash saw Lost Way put on a small smile as he leaned in and gave Crash a quick peck on his nose.

“So you’ll be fine?” Crash asked. “You mean it?”

“I mean it,” Lost Way said, and then put on a smirk. “Besides, I know you’ll always come back for more from me. I’m your own personal drug and you know it.”

Crash couldn’t help but laugh at that. It was so silly to hear Lost Way talk about himself like that and he just couldn’t help it.

“Hey, stop laughing!” Lost whined. “I’m serious! Her butt is NOWHERE near as good as mine and we both know it! I don’t care how many squats she does!”

“Ahahaha!” Crash burst out laughing. A mixture of relief that this had gone so smoothly on top of Lost Way’s insistence to lighten the mood got to him very quickly. It wasn’t until Lost Way moved forward and kissed him that his laughter died down, and once they parted they looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

“Stop being silly,” Lost Way said. “I love you. Now do you want me to ditch this place after dinner so you can finally stick it in or are you gonna beat around the bush with her some more?”

“C’mon,” Crash said with a roll of his eyes and a blush of his cheeks. “I-I mean… If you have someplace to go for awhile.”

“Heh, horndog,” Lost Way teased.

They kissed again just as the door opened and Gilda came into the home with a loud groan. The sound of logs hitting the floor followed by a whipping winter breeze was enough for her to justify kicking the door shut as fast as possible.

“I’d say get a room,” Gilda said upon seeing the two kiss. “But I am technically the one who just busted into said room.”

“L-Lemme help!” Crash said in a hurry as he went over toward the discarded logs. “You need a jacket? Is it that cold out?”

“Calm down,” Gilda said. “Just help me start this fire, will you?”

By the time the fire was lit and roaring with some much-needed warmth Lost Way seemed to finish up his dinner. Upon gathering around the fireplace Gilda took her first bite and let out a groan of pleasure so loud it practically rocked the room. Crash also had to admit the meal blew away his expectations, and Lost Way was clearly eating up the praise being thrown his way.

Once their meals were done it was Lost Way who took the dishes to the sink and began cleaning them. It left Gilda and Crash alone sitting on the rug in front of the couch snuggling up to each other close to the fire. Crash leaned over to Gilda and began to whisper.

“I talked to Lost,” Crash said.

“Oh?” Gilda asked.

“Mhm,” Crash said. “I think everything is almost good to go. If you’re still ready, I mean.”

“Please, I’m practically holding myself back from tackling you right here,” Gilda said jokingly, but it was serious sounding enough to make Crash blush. The sound of whistling interrupted their conversation and when Crash looked over Lost Way was bundling himself up in a tight scarf.

“Going somewhere?” Gilda asked.

“Oh, just a walk,” Lost Way said with a sly grin. “You two lovebirds aren’t gonna do anything naughty when I step away, are you?”

“Lost,” Crash whined.

“Why, do you wanna watch?” Gilda asked.

“Oh Celestia,” Crash groaned as he stood up. “Both of you just live to tease me, don’t you?”

Both Lost Way and Gilda began to giggle as Crash reacted to their verbal torment. It wasn’t until Crash went over to Lost and wrapped his forelegs around him to give him a quick hug goodbye that the zebra seemed to drop the teasing act.

“Have fun,” Lost Way said softly. “Oh, and don’t put it in the wrong hole.”

“I-I’m not gonna… What do you…?”

“Kidding,” Lost Way said before pecking Crash on the cheek. “I love you, now please go get laid.”

“Subtle,” Crash said before sighing and giving Lost Way a light kiss. “Love you too. Don’t freeze to death out there just so I can get laid, though.”

“Heh, and here I was ready to do it for sympathy points later,” Lost Way said with a shrug.

Lost Way was gone quickly, and left Crash there standing at the door as he let out a long sigh. He could hear Gilda come up from behind him and suddenly felt arms wrap around his body and a bean press down to his neck.

“Heh, looks like we have the place all to ourselves,” Gilda said. “Ready to have fun, big guy?”

Crash could feel his cheek flush, and swore that the embarrassment was reaching up to the tips of his ears. He leaned against Gilda as he thought for a moment.

“Um, Gilda?” Crash asked. He could not believe he was actually about to ask this.

“Yeah?” Gilda said.

“What… What did Lost mean about the wrong hole?”

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It took Gilda some time to stop laughing at Crash’s question. The pegasus really did feel more and more like an inexperienced teenager by the moment, but Gilda was quick to reassure him that it was far more endearing than embarrassing. Still, the blush stayed all the way until she led him into the bedroom. Her bedroom. The nest was just how they had left it with blankets and pillows scattered. Truthfully it was Gilda doing most of the work.

Gilda pushed Crash onto the bed. He wasn’t expecting it, and let out a little yelp as he fell onto his back onto a pile of blankets and plush. Gilda crawled on top of him. It was far, far different from when Lost Way got dominating. When Lost was dominating Crash was always keenly aware how much bigger he was than his smaller boyfriend, and honestly that was part of the excitement, but he had never considered the same sort of role with somepony who was just as large as him. Gilda could probably overpower him if she wanted, which Lost Way couldn’t say the same.

“Just let me handle the reigns, big boy,” Gilda said as she crawled on top of Crash. Her sly grin.

“O-Okay,” Crash said.

Gilda kissed crash and almost immediately he felt himself swoon. She grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him into an intense kiss. It was aggressive yet smooth at the same time, and demanded that Crash put the same amount of intensity into his own half lest he be overwhelmed by Gilda’s affection. Eventually he found the nerve to work his limbs again and raised one of his forelegs to wrap around Gilda’s body around her midsection and pull her close into a hug. Their bodies pressed together as beak and muzzle tried their best to work as one. Gilda was the one to push out her tongue and force it into Crash’s mouth. His eyes widened as it happened, but he let it be the first time he heard her give a grunt of satisfaction. When they finally parted it was a messy kiss that left them both needing to wipe a bit at their mouths.

“Heh, you really are making me feel like a teenager again,” Gilda said.

“Is that good or bad?” Crash asked.

“Good,” Gilda said. “Cause I was a horny fucking teen.”

Crash felt the blush return fast. Gilda’s talons settled on his chest and began to move down. She sat up and trailed the tips of her claws downward. She was quick to go for his sheathe, and when she touched it Crash let out a little gasp.

“Lemme know if I’m going too fast,” Gilda said. “I’ve been told I can get a bit… intense.”

That word choice both frightened and excited Crash all at once. His heart was pounding as he gave a little nod of his head. Already he could feel his sheathe begin to tingle and grow as her talons gave it a light squeeze.

“Been awhile since I handled one of these bad boys,” Gilda said as she reached her talons down and gripped the part of Crash’s member that was showing.

At first Crash’s eyes widened in alarm when he realized what Gilda was doing. She opened her beak wide and began to lower it towards Crash’s cockhead. He had absolutely no idea how that sort of thing would feel with a hard beak compared to the soft lips of a zebra he was used to, but most of his fears were gone rather quickly when she was able to put her beak around the top of his cock and he felt no pain. It was firmer than he was used to, but her tongue slid against the underside of his member in such a way that caused him to grip the sheets around him and bite down on his lip.

“Mmmh,” Gilda made a noise as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. She was taking her time with this. Each little touch and stroke was slow and precise. Somehow Crash had expected her to be faster and rougher with him, but she was actually a bit tedious with how she worked her beak.

What Crash didn’t expect was how far down she was able to go. She went further and further down his lengthy member to the point that Crash’s eyes widened in a panic when she went far further down than Lost Way had ever been able to handle.

“Holy crap,” Crash said. She was practically touching his goddamn balls.

Gilda lifted her head and put on a smirk.

“Oh, haven’t told you of my little party trick?” Gilda asked. “My gag reflex ain’t shit, Babe.”

“I-I can see that,” Crash said. He couldn’t help but feel silly for staring in awe. “That doesn’t hurt, does it? Wh-Where the heck did you fit all of it?”

“Heh, you talk too much,” Gilda said before wiping her mouth. She crawled forward with a devious grin on her face. “How about we occupy that mouth of yours some. Wanna know what it’s like to go down on a girl for a change?”

“Oh Celestia,” Crash whispered.

Gilda was quick to push Crash back down until he was lying there. She crawled forward and sat on his chest with her legs spread. Her talons went down to between her legs and began to toy with her visible hole. She spread it apart and the sight of it made Crash tense up.

“Take a deep breath,” Gilda said.

“Wha—- MMMPH!”

Crash was interrupted by Gilda grabbing his head and pulling herself forward. All of a sudden Gilda was practically sitting on his face with her pussy shoved right up into Crash’s muzzle.

“Good boy,” Gilda said as she began to squeeze her thighs around Crash’s head. “Be a good boy and give it a lick, would you? It’s only fair to return the favor.”

Gilda wasn’t exactly giving Crash much of a choice given her position, but to be perfectly honest Crash didn’t care. This was… shockingly hot. Lost Way’s dominating side was so different from Gilda’s that he couldn’t even say he preferred one over the other. This was simply its own unique experience.

Crash did as he was told and extended his tongue. He glided it around the entrance to her pussy and she gave a little grunt of pleasure.

“That’s good,” Gilda said with a smooth voice despite her gravely pitch.

Crash put his lips up against the top of her pussy where her clit was located. He didn’t know much about sex with mares, but hearing enough jokes in his lifetime about girls not being satisfied had been enough to make him commit the location of this pleasure point to memory. He drug his tongue against it and then wrapped his lips around it the best he could.

“Nnngh, shit!” Gilda grunted. “Ah… N-Not bad, big guy!”

Gilda’s legs trembled a bit around Crash’s head. To hear her voice crack with pleasure because of something he was doing to her gave him a boost of confidence. He lifted up his forelegs and grabbed for her flank which he was quick to squeeze. He could feel her tail flick against his stomach more erratically as he continued to suck and lick the clit. He wanted to bury his face deeper into her so he did just that, and in doing so pressed down against the pleasure point.

“Ahhh,” Gilda moaned softly. “Mmm, sure it’s your first time with a girl?”

Crash was sure Gilda was just flattering him, but the happiness he felt sure didn’t care. He had the feeling Gilda wasn’t the type of creature to beat around the bush when somepony wasn’t giving her a good enough time even if she did care about them.

Crash craned his neck back upon realizing just how badly his lungs were burning. He was panting a little.

“Heh, don’t pass out on me,” Gilda said. “I ain’t done having fun yet.”

That made Crash’s heart skip a beat. Gilda slipped off of Crash’s body and crawled to the back of the next where his lower half still was. He was fully hard now and it was obvious. Gilda grabbed it with her talons and began to gently pump it. She snickered as Crash bit his lip to avoid making any embarrassing noises.

“Since it’s your first time with a lady,” Gilda said before jokingly batting her eyes. “How about I show you how it’s done?”

“How?” Crash asked.

“Easy,” Gilda said. “I get to go for a little ride.”

Her smirk was mischievous. She got up into a position where Crash was able to see her pussy once more. She told Crash to remain on his back and he complied. She took his cock and sat up in such a way where the head was pointed right at her hole. She reached over to a random pillow, and much to Crash’s surprise pulled out a bottle of lube right from under it.

“Wh-When did you put that there?” Crash nearly squeaked out.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Gilda asked as she popped open the bottle and began to smear the substance all over his member. Once she was done she set the bottle aside.

“You don’t need lube?” Crash asked.

“Naw, I’m wet as hell,” Gilda said with a giggle. Crash’s face flushed in response. He felt like he should know these things at his age, but the fact that Gilda was giggling and smiling made him feel okay for being so inexperienced.

Gilda put the head of the cock against her. Crash sat there with his heart pounding as he felt himself go inside of her. She was just as tight as Lost Way. She slid down far faster than Lost Way though, and it was quick enough for Crash’s eyes to widen in worry. She looked over to him with a playful laugh.

“Heh, don’t worry big guy,” Gilda said. “I’ve handled bigger.”

“Oh gosh,” Crash said. He remembered that even Lost Way had struggled a bit to get used to Crash’s size… just what kind of guys had Gilda been with? Or was it maybe toys? Crash’s head was spinning a bit, but before he could think too hard Gilda hit the base of his cock. She was quite literally sitting on him.

“H-Hoooly crap,” Gilda groaned as she leaned her head back. “Nnngh… Fuck… Okay, yeah, that’s big…”

“A-Are you okay?” Crash asked. He became terrified of moving even a muscle.

“Y-Yeah,” Gilda said with a nod. “Hoo… I-I’m getting used to it. H-How the hell does Lost Way walk?”

Crash blushed. A few moments passed where Gilda panted before starting to get control of herself once more. She began to slide up and down Crash’s member with ease.

“Just let me do the work right now, Big Guy,” Gilda said as she cocked her head back. “Least till it gets normal.”

Watching Gilda ride him was unlike anything Crash expected. She seemed so powerful and strong even though it was her receiving it. Sure Lost Way had occasionally been a bit demanding when he was on bottom but it wasn’t this sort of raw radiating power. She leaned forward slightly and squeezed her talons into him. It was rough, but in a way that only excited Crash as opposed to harming him.

“Nnngh,” Gilda grunted as she rose and fell. Clearly whatever she was doing was certainly giving her a lot of pleasure. Crash would be lying if he said he didn’t feel it as well. She was so tight against his cock and every little movement he made caused it to rub and throb with bliss. Crash tried his best to remain still but it was difficult, so he resorted to grabbing the sheets and balling them up into his hooves in a tight grip as his back arched slightly. He couldn’t stop himself from lightly humping every time Gilda moved up and down.

“Ohoho, getting into it now?” Gilda asked. “Okay… I think I’m as stretched out as I’ve ever been. You gonna fuck me now or what?”

Her tone was… invigorating. Crash wanted to obey her command. He nodded his head.

Very gingerly Crash sat himself up. Gilda remained on his member until he was able to wrap his forelegs around her body and hug her tight. She did the same to him, and suddenly the two were embracing and panting from all the stimulation they were both receiving.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” Crash said.

“Heh, aren’t you a gentlecolt?” Gilda asked as she dug her talons into one of Crash’s shoulders. “Just shut up and fuck me, would you?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” Crash said.

Crash began to hump his hips. Gilda’s grip tightened on him as she buried her face into his neck. He could feel the tip of her beak stab into him, and soon felt hot air as she moaned into his shoulder. She was trembling a little, but Crash thought that was from pleasure. He continued to hump his hips in their tight embrace in slow and careful movements.

This position was far different than something him and Lost Way could have done. The motions were the same and the feeling was similar yet it was its own unique flavor all together. Crash grunted as he felt the base of his cock hit Gilda’s body again and again. She grunted with each push, but never once told him that he needed to slow down.

“Nnngh, damn,” Gilda said. “Y-You’re good at… ngh! This!”

“J-Just cause I’ve never done it with a woman before doesn’t mean I don’t have plenty of practice railing somepony by now,” Crash said.

“Heh, was that a hint of— Ahh! H-Hint of attitude?” Gilda asked. “Heh, I’m rubbing off on you.”

Crash knew what Gilda meant. The longer he sat there humping her the more wild he felt. As it became more and more clear that his size didn’t harm her he became less afraid with how rough he was being.

Eventually Crash pushed forward until Gilda was on her back, and suddenly their positions had reversed entirely from where they had started.

“Ahh!” Gilda let out a cry as Crash pushed into her. Her eyes shut and she balled her talons into fists.

“Y-You okay?” Crash asked.

“Don’t freaking stop now!” Gilda panted. “Y-You’re hitting a good spot, keep it up!”

Crash nodded his head and kept it up. He started to move in rhythm with his frantic panting. In and out of her he went trying his absolute best to not slow down. Gilda was eating it up grunting and moaning. Her back arched and then she lifted her talons to wrap them around Crash’s back and sink her claws into him. It was a rough touch and certainly one Lost Way couldn’t replicate with his hooves which is what made it so thrilling. Crash buried his face into Gilda’s neck and began to kiss and nibble. He could feel her throat vibrate as she continued to moan.

“Keep going, nnngh, don’t you dare freaking stop you bastard!” Gilda grunted as her sinking talons traveled down Crash’s back. Crash hardly noticed the slight pain he felt as Gilda panted louder and louder.

“Shit,” Gilda grunted as she threw her head back. “I’m gonna freaking cum!”

Gilda clung to Crash with such intensity that Crash was afraid to slow down in fear of what she would do to him if she was this close. Like a wild animal he let his instincts take over and pound her with all his might. She seemed to eat it up as she let out a long moan that seemed to just keep going and going. It was far longer than any sort of orgasm that Lost Way had ever had. He could feel wetness trickle from her pussy down his cock and onto the nest of blankets.

Even as Gilda’s moaning subsided she continued to ride Crash. She grunted loudly and like a wild animal grabbed him by the face and kissed him. She squeezed herself in such a way that Crash felt his eyes snap wide open, and with her continued movement alone she brought him right to the edge of his own orgasm.

“Fucking breed me, you dork,” Gilda said firmly as they parted.

Well, that certainly pushed him over the edge.

“Ahhh!” Crash let out a cry of pleasure as he hugged Gilda back as tightly as he could. She grunted as he filled her up with cum. His whole body trembled and shook as the seed left him and pleasure touched every inch of him. He buried his face into Gilda’s feathery chest and panted loudly. He could feel her talons run through his mane as she chuckled and whispered in his ear.

“Good boy,” Gilda said. “Heh, guess Lost Way’s been a good teacher for the fucking part.”

“That was amazing,” Crash said. Only now was the scratches Gilda left along his back starting to ache. She hadn’t drawn blood thankfully, but she hadn’t exactly been kind to him. In a way it was sort of thrilling.

Gilda pulled herself off of Crash slowly, and a mess of liquids and seed dripped out of her. She chuckled as Crash fell onto his back in a panting mess as she left the room. Moments later Crash could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom, and a little after that she returned with a towel in her talons.

“Sorry, had to clean up a bit,” Gilda said as she handed Crash the towel. “You doing okay, big guy? Didn’t squeeze the life out of you from your dick, did I?”

“That was great,” Crash said. He managed to catch his breath, but the exhaustion had really done a number on him. The best he could do with the towel was half heartedly rub it around his crotch before rolling over onto his side and letting out a slight groan. “You’re so… You’re so beautiful, Gilda.”

“Hey, don’t get sappy,” Gilda said with a chuckle. She moved over to Crash who was happy to lift his head and forelegs to wrap around her. “You’re pretty handsome yourself, though.”

“Heh,” Crash chuckled. As Gilda curled up near him he noticed that some of her feathers had gotten ruffled near her wings. She settled down, and without much thought Crash moved his head forward and put his mouth against one of them. Gingerly he began to pull and straighten them out with his lips as he was accustomed to doing with his own wings. It felt natural. Gilda looked at him a little confused at first before realizing that he was trying to preen for her.

“You know, in gryphon culture usually only mates do that kind of thing to each other,” Gilda said.

“Aren’t we mates?” Crash asked.

“Well, yeah,” Gilda said with a chuckle. “So you gonna let me work on you too, or what?”

Crash chuckled and stretched out one of his wings toward her. She mimicked Crash’s movement and put her beak over some of his feathers and began to clean them. She was gentle with her touches, clearly aware just how sensitive feathers could be from her own experience.

This was new to Crash. He would never let Lost Way do something like this simply because Lost wouldn’t know the proper strength or technique. There was something intimate about sharing it with Gilda in a way he couldn’t explain. Despite their different species they knew how to handle this aspect of each other with careful precision.

The two of them did this in silence for some time. They cleaned just about every feather on each other’s wings without needing to speak and just letting their kindness for one another do all the talking for them. It was certainly a unique sort of pillow talk, but it was nice.

“So uh, is this some weird straight sex thing I don’t know about?”

Lost Way’s voice interrupted Crash so suddenly he nearly ripped one of Gilda’s feathers out jerking his head up. He heard her let out a gasp and quickly released his mouth as his eyes shot from the doorway where Lost Way was suddenly standing back to Gilda who was yaking back her wing on instinct.

“S-Sorry!” Crash said quickly. His mind was split. “L-Lost? When did you get back?”

“Just now,” Lost Way said with a smile. “The coffee shop was closing and it’s cold as heck out there!”

“Don’t you know it’s rude to look at a gryphon when they’re preening?” Gilda asked with a roll of her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at Lost Way. “Much less when doing it with a mate.”

“Heh, sorry,” Lost Way said. “Judging by the smell in here, I take it…”

“Ahh, stop talking!” Crash whined. “You already knew so don’t say it!”

“What, that we fucked?” Gilda asked. “You can say we fucked, Crash, I don’t mind.”

“I-I do!” Crash replied. “We already know so why go into detail?”

“C’mon, don’t we share EVERYTHING as a herd?” Lost Way asked. He stepped into the room and invited himself right into the nest. “So, Gilda, how’d my man do for his first time with a girl?”

“Well,” Gilda said. “He was…”

“Ahhh, I don’t wanna hear you compare it!” Crash cried out. “You two are ganging up on me again!”

“Are we?” Lost Way asked.

“You know I think we might be,” Gilda replied with a slight shrug. “Well, anyway, about Crash in bed…”

“Oh my gosh I’m taking a shower,” Crash groaned as he got up and covered his ears. “Lalalala!”

Crash exited the room only to hear Lost Way and Gilda devolve into giggles. He stopped in the hallway to let out a weary sigh as he leaned up against the wall. As their laughter died down her could hear them continue to talk with much less of an obvious tone of teasing.

“So really, how was it?” Lost Way asked. “Did he… like it?”

“I think,” Gilda said. “He was really sweet… Kind of needed to push him around a little though.”

“Yeah, he needs that sometimes,” Lost Way said back. “I mean, during our first time…”

Crash let out a long winded sigh. He supposed this is what it would be like to have a herd. Even if they were teasing him they still were open to talk about him like this. Regardless of his embarrassment he couldn’t help but smile slightly that not one but two creatures were talking about him with such interest and affection. In that room back there his two favorite creatures in the whole world were waiting for him.

It began to really hit Crash in that moment that right here and right now he had what he always wanted. A herd.