Nothing engaged Giselle’s interest quite like the sight of her best friend and flight partner Natalya bobbing and weaving through the clouds above her head.
There was nothing Natalya could do that Giselle didn’t feel confident she couldn’t, either, with a bit of practice, but that somehow did not take away from the awe inspiring way her wings carried her through the air.
Flight, for flight’s sake.
Technically, they were practicing. The qualifying flight race in the Crystal Empire was coming up, after all. They weren’t exactly ill-prepared, yet both knew that the competing pegasi, hippogriffs, and griffons were all practicing at least as hard as they were to take home the gold. Giselle had been over the moon when Natalya had requested her as a partner for the two-flier relay race.
It had been predictable to every griffon besides Giselle, it seemed, but she herself had been riding the metaphoric high for days at the idea of flying next to Nat. It wasn’t as though it was the first time--hardly, no, they’d been wing-buddies since flight school--but this marked the first time they were the solo representatives for Griffonstone in an event.
And Nat had chosen her specifically.
Giselle watched Nat drop down into a free fall--eyes closed just to show off. She flew with confidence that no other griffon in their flight team had. The sky was hers, and she asserted her dominance within it with every flap of her wings.
She opened her eyes less than twenty feet before the ground, clipped her wings, and recovered from the dive at a breakneck speed, her flight taking her back around to Giselle and swirling around her in circles.
“Just gonna watch, Giselle?” Natalya chirped teasingly, flapping her wings to keep her circling flight going.
“I’d be birdbrained not to,” she returned, smirking.
“Yeah, well. They won’t be giving points to fliers too shy to leave the ground,” Natalya said. “Competition’s in two weeks. Or have you forgotten?”
“Just figured I’d learn just as much watching you. You are the flight leader, after all.”
Natalya smirked at that. She angled out of the swirling flight, only to corkscrew around and land with a dull THUD! on the dirt next to Giselle. “Right, I guess I am. So why aren’t you up there showin’ me some loops, Rookie?”
Giselle smirked, too. ‘Rookie’ had been her affectionate nickname for as long as she could remember, going all the way back to her months-late admittance to flight-camp after Nat. A junior by three months was still a junior in Nat’s books, and the nickname had somehow stuck.
She rose, outstretching her wings in a quick pre-flight stretch. “On your lead, then?”
“No no, Rookie. Your turn. I lead every routine. Show me some of that impressive solo flying I know you can do.”
Giselle complied with a fraction of the confidence that Natalya radiated, but she took to the skies all the same. Her talons digging into the dirt, her wings outstretching. Feeling the thickness of the air, the direction of the wind. Behind her, Natalya had positioned herself directly behind Giselle to watch her take-off.
The take-off was, in many aspects, as important as the flight itself. It was one of the earliest lessons in flight-school, and it made or broke a successful stunt display. Her front talons arced inwards, gripping the dirt beneath them. Her head angled downwards, until she was practically cradling it against the fronts of her talons, while her hind legs bent down.
Giselle didn't know it, but Nat wasn't exactly ignoring the sight of her flight partners rump stretching in pre-flight prep before her.
A strong push, and her wings--pressed against her body until the last moment--angled up to catch the momentum of her upwards leap. She churned the air furiously, fighting Old Mare Gravity in a vicious battle to gain as much altitude as quickly as she could. She afforded herself only one downwards glance to gauge how much airspace above the ground she’d given herself to work with. Fifty feet. Enough to have some fun.
The wind wasn’t exactly helping Giselle’s ascent, but she figured that the name of the game now wasn’t a game of speed and height. She just wanted to show off, as Natalya had. She twisted her body around, and let her wings catch the wind. Flecks of rain from the gray wispy clouds above greeted them, while the wing took her and angled her around. She drifted along, her body moving through the sky at a harsh diagonal guided only by the wind, and then she clipped her wings ever so slightly to alter her trajectory into a backwards roll resolving into a harsh downwards dive.
She’d put gravity in the driver’s spot of her routine, letting it pull her down while she angled her only one wing out, pressing the other to her side, her body twisting in a series of tight corkscrews. Out her wings came, at the last moment, flapping once, twice, thrice, then steadily as she once more ascended, her nose pointed straight up at the clouds high above.
This was the hardest sort of ascent. The straight 90, the bane of any weak fliers wings. One had to angle them in a slight twist, which made the already strenuous movement even harder on the muscles. Even Giselle’s were quaking a little, but she kept going nonetheless, until she’d regained the height of her initial ascent in mere moments and then continued to go beyond.
Then, stillness. She outstretched them, and stopped flapping. The wind took her again, and she let it. Her vertical entry complete, she angled down, her wings perpendicular with the ground below. Her vertical exit was delayed by the wind by a few moments, but when she started to fall, she kept her wings out, and twisted her back instead. She cartwheeled down the vertical descent axis in a dizzying series of rapid turns. She couldn’t even gauge her descent’s distance with the ground spinning all around her, but she’d been in the stunt flying business enough that she knew the rate of her own descent by feel alone.
A single strong flap pulled her out of the rapid hammerhead descent. She’d been conserving her wing energy the entire fall, saving it all for one conclusive flap that made the collective Gs of her entire dive hit her all at once.
Then, her talons touched down gently on the dirt, a mere several feet from where she’d taken off to begin with.
Exhaustion hit her all at once, but Natalya’s chirruping cheering rewarded her ears and made it all worth it.
“Still got it!” Natalya cried out, stretching out her wing to strike Giselle’s excitedly. “That rocked, Rookie!”
Giselle blushed, and accepted the feather-five with a warm grin. “Thanks, Nat.”
“We’re gonna rock their worlds!” Natalya continued. She wrapped a talon around Giselle, hugging her in close.
Giselle let out a surprised squawk, her chest feathers floofing out and her beating heart skipping a beat. Nat hugged her tight, and punctuated the breathtaking embrace by nuzzling her beak into that floofed up bit of breast feathers.
Nat had always been the warm, hugging type, but she seemed to be more so around Giselle than anyone else. She chalked it up to their history; they spent so much time together that they might be mistaken for a pair beyond flying partners.
Besides, Giselle had seen Nat flirting with griffon roosters before. They were close friends, sure, but that was likely where it began and ended.
Still, there was something distinctly intimate about the way Natalya held onto Giselle, especially after the two shared in a particularly exhilarating stunt-routine or high-stakes race.
To say nothing of that one time in Rainbow Falls, when they’d taken the first bronze medal in a decade for Griffonstone...
“Ready to get back up there?” Nat asked, cutting through Giselle’s thoughts and letting her go, regarding her flustered look with a mischievous smirk. “This time, I’m joinin’ ya.”
Giselle’s grin became more playful. “I’ll try and keep up.”
“You’ll do better than keep up. You really gotta get that confidence up there, Rookie.”
“I know, I know,” Giselle said, waving with a wing. “Ready when you are.”
Natalya took into the air at that. To Giselle, her ascent seemed so effortless and simple, compared to the calculated and deliberate one that she’d attempted. Maybe that was the result of confidence. Or maybe, Natalya was just the better flier.
Giselle hit the air right behind her. Together they gained altitude, Natalya taking them higher and higher gradually, the ground sinking down beneath them. The rain had started to pick up a little, but for the griffons it was a refreshing addition to their flight.
At a hundred feet up, Natalya suddenly swooped around, soaring over top of Giselle.
“Alright! Come and catch me, Rookie!” she goaded, winking as she dropped into a dive to gain speed.
With that, the game was on. Giselle folded her wings, twisted herself around, and dove after Natalya, her heart beating. Griffons were always a competitive sort, even amongst friends and partners, and Giselle and Nat were no exceptions.
For Natalya, she’d found that competition presented the best counter to Giselle’s confidence issues. The griffon was an excellent flier, but she almost always saw herself as the weakest link to any team she was flying in. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy, she figured, especially when she knew that Giselle had the skill to back up any level of boasting--if she’d had the confidence to do so.
On the ground, she was the weakest griffon stunt flier she knew that could be qualified as good.
But get her competing? Goad her into giving chase, or outperforming her? And suddenly, the edge was on. The need to prove herself took center stage, and a different griffon took the skies with her wings.
And when that happened, Nat’s heart started to race like never before. The thrill of competition took over her, too, especially when she looked back and saw that Giselle had effortlessly closed the distance and was gaining it with a few furious flaps of her wings to accelerate her already breakneck downwards dive.
And besides the thrill, it filled Natalya with a strong warmness. Letting the skittish, self doubting griffon become the apex predator she really was deep inside. Showing her that she was as skilled a flier as the griffon she seemed to worship.
I wasn’t that Nat didn’t appreciate Giselle’s unambiguous admiration of her, she did. But twisting Giselle’s admiration back towards herself? Now that was a wonderful feeling.
Natalya had to start flapping herself rather quickly, when it became obvious that she’d be outpaced by Giselle otherwise. She wasn’t ready to lose height quite yet, and with Giselle so close to her tail she had to think twice to try and break her approach. Suddenly, Nat clipped her wings and jerked out of the dive, flying off to the side while Giselle kept on flying forwards for a short distance.
Nat chuckled as she heard Giselle’s indignant squawk at being deked out. She was quick to correct her flight, though, arcing out of the dive more gradually than Natalya but managing to conserve some of her momentum as a reward for her more patient flight. A few powerful flaps and she was back on the tail of her competition.
“Nice try!” Giselle called out. “But you can’t shake me that easily!”
Natalya snickered, and responded by quickly corkscrewing away once again, maintaining the same vertical altitude once it became clear she wasn’t gonna shake Giselle through speed alone. Her next best bet was to try and tire out the other griffon.
Both of their hearts were beating rapidly now. Giselle seemingly had forgotten any sense of hero worship--or perhaps it was the very thing motivating her. To out-fly the griffon she looked up to the most... Well, every-griff needed the ego-boost once and awhile.
Natalya, meanwhile, was trying her damnedest to shake off Giselle, but she didn’t for an instant regret challenging her, either. No, she was having an absolute blast, and part of her knew that being outflown by Giselle might just end up being the best part of their practice so far. After all, it spoke volumes of their abilities as flight-partners if the ‘weakest-link’ was actually the best flier amongst them.
Every twisting loop or corkscrew Natalya made was matched in an instant by Giselle. Years of mutual flight, of memorizing the same patterns and stunts and routines, meant that Giselle could read Natalya’s body language as though it were a picture book for chicks.
Nat’s only choice, she figured, was to try and tire Giselle out. As such, her flight took on a steady rhythm of rising up as rapidly as she could, and then suddenly ceasing her flapping and letting gravity take her and ease her down into a swooping descent. She repeated the move, again and again, but to her dismay it did not seem to be slowing Giselle down at all.
It was, however, tiring the both of them out pretty quickly. Both of their hearts beating in their chests, their wing muscles quaking, their adrenaline pumping. Natalya realized that she simply wasn’t going to outfly her flying partner. Giselle might see herself as the inferior flier, but more and more she was proving that that simply wasn’t true.
Natalya eased down into a dive one last time, and then flapped her wings suddenly, subverting the last few swoops and instead gaining even more speed on her descent. Giselle matched it, but instead of the rapid wing beats that Nat was attempting, Giselle’s were slow, strong, and powerful.
In mid-air, ten meters above the ground, Giselle crashed into Natalya, gripping her mentor possessively in her claws. The two griffons came to a violent halt on the grass, tumbling over one another in a series of (relatively painless) cartwheels until finally they came to a rest, Giselle’s back on the grass and Natalya now hanging over top of her.
The two lay there on the ground for what seemed like forever, Giselle’s heart thumping and her eyes widened as they looked back up at Natalya standing over her, half-pinning her to the ground where they’d both landed in a mess of upturned dirt and grass.
Then, Natalya leaned closer. Giselle felt Nat’s talons hook around her own forearms, pulling them up and above her head.
With agonizingly deliberate slowness, Natalya brought her beak down, only to bang it lightly against Giselle's. Once, and then several more times. Giselle's eyes shot open and her cheeks began to blush.
Any onlooking pony might not have thought twice about the beak banging, but every griffon knew the gesture quite well. It wasn't exactly one commonly done between griffons that were not actively courting.
And here was Nat doing just that.
Natalya let herself down, her body weight pressing Giselle down onto the grass, pinning her down further. Natalya had slowed her beaking, content to push her beak gently into and against Giselle's, again and again.
Finally, she paused. Giselle felt a talon brush her plumage feathers softly, and she let out a lengthy gasping exhale. “N-Nat...?”
Her mind was in a frenzy. She was suddenly back in Rainbow Falls, still sweaty and exhausted after winning that medal with Nat, the latter griffon abruptly hugging her and delivering a pecking kiss directly to her beak.
They were celebrating, then. It had meant nothing, then. That's what she'd told herself, and she had believed it.
But this time, it was longer, warmer, and more passionate. And certainly not a mere spur of the moment thing, as Giselle had foolishly assumed it’d been.
“Mmm... I’ve been wanting that for a long time, Rookie,” Natalya cooed out. "You knew that, didn't you?"
“I didn’t... I didn’t think you...”
“Liked hens?”
Giselle looked down a little, her cheeks blushing and her feathers fluffing out again. “Liked hens. Liked, well. Me. In that kinda way.”
“But you liked me in that kinda way?” Natalya ventured. She released Giselle from the pinning embrace, but still remained laying beside her, holding her in closer with a talon. “I’ve seen the way you watch me fly. I’ve heard the way you talk about me to other griffons, when you don’t think I’m listening...”
Giselle’s blush grew even deeper. She surely must have increased ten-fold in size by sheer volume of feathers fluffed out in humiliation. “Y-you did?”
“It was killing me, waiting for you to work up the confidence to say something,” Natalya admitted, nibbling playfully at the scruff of Giselle’s neck. “But I’ve always kinda had a crush on you, too.”
It was like a tidal wave, the sudden relief and warmness that swept over Giselle. It was like her worries, building and building over the months and years, suddenly had been washed away and discarded as the silly paranoid nonsense it’d always been.
“I wanted to tell you,” Giselle admitted. “After, well. After Rainbow Falls. But then there was the whole medal ceremony, and then we were both so busy, and I... Just thought you could do better anyways.”
“Well. I think you just proved today you’re the best I’ve got,” Natalya returned with a smirk. Jerking her beak up, she pointed up to the sky. “Ready to prove me right again?”
When they rose from their positions laying on the rain-soaked dirt, they took off into the air together.
As they ascended, they did so not with the breakneck pace of two stunt fliers, but instead with a slower, and more graceful precision. Gone was the desire for speed and danger, and their flight routine had gone from a competitive one to a cooperative one. It was impossible to tell who had taken off first. From the ground, it might look as though the two griffons were flying with the same muscles, their wings made to move with the same brain.
In truth, Natalya was simply eyeing Giselle’s every move, and reacting with lightning-like speed to mimic it herself. The wing flaps were easy--there was a rhythm to those, one which was steady enough that matching it was simple enough. It was the other, more complicated movements, that she had to pay attention to in order to synchronize her own flight pattern accordingly.
Fortunately, Giselle was quite communicative in her flying. She didn’t speak, but Natalya saw the little clues; such as the way she angled the feathers right at the very tips of her wings. If they were abruptly angled, it meant she was planning for a harsh bank or pivot. If they were only slightly so, Natalya could expect a minor course correction or vertical drop or rise.
Both griffons had a sky to themselves, but they were unable to look away from each other. They were sharing this airborne dance together, after all.
They weren’t the first griffons to use their wings and their flight as courtship. Heavens no. Natalya had seen it time and time again, back in Griffonstone. It was always a wondrous sight, the bobbing and weaving of two literal lovebirds in flight.
Any two griffons could simply fly next to each other. But the dancing flight Natalya and Giselle had opted to engage in required something far stronger. As they flew on, they did so with less than a wing’s length between each other. Each placing their trust entirely on the other, for any slip-up or miscalculation would surely send them careening against each other. At the speed and harsh vertical they often engaged in, one such mid-air collision might be disastrous.
It required an additional degree of faith, then, between the flying griffons. It wasn’t enough to simply predict each other’s movements. They had to trust them. They had to see them in their minds, before they happened. To not pay attention to one’s partner was to throw one’s caution to the wind, and even among stunt fliers this was never a tempting prospect.
Natalya wasn’t complaining, though. If there was one thing she had no trouble maintaining her focus upon, it was Giselle’s black and gray body in flight. Her amber eyes--glinting in the faint traces of sunlight that managed to penetrate the rainy cloud cover above--were a world in themselves, and Natalya would’ve gotten distracted in them quite easily if she hadn’t known better.
The griffons banked left, and then right, gray, white, and black swirling together in a graceful corkscrew. Land, sky, land, spinning around them, and the only constants in the spiraling scenery were each other’s bodies flying so close that they’d be mistaken as intertwined.
As they swirled about each other, Natalya let out a little trilling call. A song. An old one, that griffons would often hear sung between partners. A call and return melody, a few notes sung by one, and the rest of the melody picked up and concluded by the other. A song that had a large degree of usages--finding one’s mate in a crowd, flying together at night...
But most often, one would hear it in the same sort of courtship dances that Natalya and Giselle were now engaging in. Natalya had modified it a little bit. She added a few notes extrapolated from melodies she would hear Giselle often humming to herself, while she stretched preparing for a practice, or relaxed watching the other flight performers, or simply flew along enjoying the otherwise stillness of the open-air...
They shared the flight together, and now they were sharing a song, too. Giselle’s head perked up at the first few notes, a little grin forming on her face before she trilled out her own return. It repeated steadily, a punctuation to the more elaborate flight maneuvers. Serving both the romantic purpose of bridging eachother’s song, and a practical one of ensuring they were still in synchronization with one another.
They drew out of the corkscrew together, and then Giselle let out a gentle chirrup, ending the song. Wordless, but the meaning was clear to Natalya all the same. She was transferring control of the flight, now, letting Natalya take her turn leading their dance forward.
Flapping once, Natalya drew close enough to Giselle that their neck plumage rubbed together. She whipped her tail about, finding Giselle’s own windswept tail and coiling around it. Now they truly were intertwined, two griffons at the mercy of each other’s flight. Natalya’s heart pumped with adrenaline and excitement.
She arced down into a dive, then brought her beak up and began to flap higher again. Higher than they’d been before, for Natalya wanted as much space as they could get for what she had planned next.
Eventually, they broke through the rain clouds, and out into the warm sunset over Equestria. The air around them had already begun to grow thin; they didn’t usually come up this high during normal flight, and already both griffons could feel how the mighty altitude quite literally took their breath away.
Natalya would’ve been content admitting that Giselle’s silhouette framed by the setting sun was enough to do that without the high altitude, though.
Finally where Nat had wanted to be, above the clouds, both griffons leveled out into a glide without detaching their tails from one another. Natalya leaned her beak in close to Giselle’s, giving her cheek a little peck.
“You ever do a shared glide, Rookie?” Nat asked, breaking the silence that had framed their flight.
Giselle shook her head, but already she seemed to know where this was going. “Usually that’s reserved for courting griffons, isn’t it?”
Natalya snickered. “So it is. I haven’t either, for what it’s worth.”
Giselle looked surprised. It seemed that the prospect of her idolized partner being unpractised on anything was a surprising one. “Really?”
Nat laughed again. “Wanna be each other’s first?”
Giselle didn’t answer with words, but she did shake her head affirmatively several times in rapid succession. Natalya smiled warmly, and then took in a deep breath as she prepared herself for what was to come.
She’d only ever watched shared glides, and they looked, well…
If the synchronized flight had been risky, what they were attempting was even more so. But they were stunt fliers, after all, and riskiness was something handled before breakfast on a busy day.
Giselle took point, shockingly enough. She banked hard, her belly flush against Nat’s and her back to the ground below. Her left wing stretched out, as far as she could get it, while her right wrapped around Nat, pulling them together. Nat mirrored the embrace, using her right wing to complete the glide whilst her left settled snug into Giselle’s feathers.
The wind caught both of the wings of the two-griffon-glider, and the harsh tumble the two had briefly entered as they prepared themselves for the glide came to a stop. Their fall stopped, and they were sailing.
Giselle couldn’t restrain herself. A chirruping “Woot!” left her, and Natalya felt the other griffon’s talons holding her tight, and feeling for Natalya’s. Their talons intertwined along with their feathers, and together they began their slow, gliding descent towards the ground.
It might’ve gotten boring, eventually, but Natalya had another trick in her feathers.
Gradually, she spread her hind legs apart, wrapping them further along Giselle’s rump. A gentle little peck of her beak against Giselle’s urged her to do the same, and within moments the ‘Rookie’ knew why.
Giselle’s spread-eagled hind legs left the griffon as vulnerable as ever, and Natalya was more than eager to make this shared-glide one that they would both remember. Gently, but firmly, Nat prodded her quickly-dampening nether regions against Giselle’s, garnering a surprised squawk from the other griffon. Natalya’s smirk grew wider as she felt Giselle’s own snatch twitch and pulsate from the sudden contact, whilst her tail seemed to tighten in its coil around Nat’s own.
“N-Nat?!”
“Shhh, Rookie,” Natalya cooed out. Giselle had let slip their glide a little in her surprise, and Nat carefully corrected them with an angle of her wing. “Let me take the lead for now. You’ll get your turn.”
It was easier for Natalya to do such, being on top of Giselle. Gravity was on her side, even as she and Giselle made a mockery of it, making love a thousand feet above the ground crawling ever closer. It put a timer on their lovemaking, but if falcons and eagles could fuck in freefall splitseconds before hitting the ground, they could over their course of their lengthy and graceful glide.
Giselle gasped out, as Nat started to grind their sexes together in a steady rhythm. The flight display between the two of them had already gotten her heart racing and her excitement ramped up, and the way Giselle squeaked and moaned in equal measure was as arousing as the warmth of her sex rubbing against Nat’s.
Natalya started off slow. Gently feeling over Giselle’s vulva, her hips bouncing ever so slightly while she blindly explored her flight-partner’s body. She leaned forwards as she did, her neck wrapping around Giselle’s, nipping her ear lovingly, while her clit found Giselle’s and stayed there.
Both griffons moaned out--Giselle’s voice high pitched, gasping, and oh-so-aroused, the younger griffon closing her eyes in ecstasy. Nat, by comparison, was a little more restrained, but no less excited; her damp pussy, getting Giselle’s even damper, was already speaking more than her own voice could on the matter, anyways.
“F-feathers, Nat...” Giselle gasped out. Like their flight before, she was mirroring Natalya’s gestures as best as she could, so that their respective sexes were practically interlocked. Mutually bringing each other closer and closer to climax while the sky weaved and turned around them and the ground continued to grow closer.
Natalya responded to Giselle’s moaned out curse with another peck of her beak against Giselle’s, whilst her talons had started to affectionately grope and grip her rump. Digging in ever so slightly--not enough to hurt, but judging by the way Giselle’s pussy clenched and her clit swelled, she seemed to enjoy the sensation.
Giselle’s own talons were flexing in and out. Her chirruping song had become a chorus of wavering breaths, the feel of her hot exhalations directly in Natalya’s ear as she tucked her beak lovingly into Giselle’s neck. She squirmed and shook--best as she could, anyways, given their gliding position--to continue grinding her slit into Nat’s.
It was subtle at first, the way Giselle slowly took control of the glide. But when Natalya could tell it was happening, she wouldn’t have stopped it for the world. Giselle’s gyrating hips increased their pace, as the younger griffon drove her swelled, twitching clit against Nat’s own with near-feral levels of excitement.
Nat’s snatch was a burning furnace of arousal. She could feel it, dripping down her legs, her juices and Giselle’s gripped by the wind and dragged messily across their bodies.
“B-buck, I’m close, Giselle...” Natalya gasped out.
Giselle’s response came suddenly, in a bout of confidence Natalya hadn’t expected from her flight-mate even now. Giselle’s talons suddenly gripped down against Natalya’s barrel and, gripping her tight, Giselle suddenly angled her wing at a sharp diagonal, sending them pirouetting around. Their dive rapidly deteriorated, for a few exhilarating moments, the two griffons connected only by their tails.
Then, Giselle quickly extended her wing again and corrected it, as it had been earlier.
With one notable exception. Giselle was on-top, now.
She had switched her wings while they’d been falling, so that she could continue their glide even as her beak was now prodding into Natalya’s snatch. Nat gasped--Giselle’s beak was chilly to the touch at first, and the hot-cold contrast of it and her own burning nethers nearly took her breath away.
“My turn...” Giselle cooed out. She opened her beak, and extended her tongue to start eagerly lapping it against Natalya’s soaked folds. Nat moaned instantly, even as Giselle had yet to actually lick against her clit.
No, she seemed to be taking her time, getting Natalya tortuously close to the edge, as though she were playing a game to get her mentor as wet as possible without finishing her. Giselle’s messy reorientation had broken their symmetry, and their glide was falling faster now, the ground below them less than six hundred meters down.
“Y’know what the last part of a shared dive is, right, Natalya?” Giselle breathed out, pulling her beak out of Natalya’s snatch to glance back at her and grin. Giselle didn’t wait for a response, though. She was riding atop a confidence high, being in control of the gasping pleasure of her best friend and idol, and she wasn’t going to let it slip away. She folded her other wing around Natalya, and then the two griffons were in free-fall.
The wind--once a cool, refreshing breeze, was now racing past them, digging into their feathers as the ground raced closer below. Giselle ignored both, and dove her beak right back into Natalya’s pussy with renewed vigor.
Natalya moaned again, but it was quickly muffled as Giselle reoriented her own rump directly into Natalya’s beak. Wordlessly demanding mutual treatment, Natalya quite eagerly complied by bringing her tongue to Giselle’s clit and keeping it there, licking against it excitedly like it were one of those particularly tasty ice-cream that they sold at the concession stands in Rainbow Falls.
Four hundred meters. They were losing height rapidly, and with it, time to get each other off. Yet the thrill of it all was only accelerating their arousal, both griffon’s beaks drenched in each other’s juices. While Natalya was quite vigorous in her treatment of Giselle’s snatch, Giselle herself was still, still taking her time. Even as the ground raced closer and closer, even as their hearts both pumped faster and faster than they’d ever beaten on any of their races. Giselle’s tongue lapped along the outside of Nat’s vulva, deep into it, while one of her talons even prodded gently into Natalya’s tailhole.
That last gesture got a particularly juicy squeal out of Natalya, and when it did, Giselle’s squirting juices coated against Nat’s beak and face and only eased out another delicious sounding moan. Giselle moaned out as she climaxed, less than two hundred meters above the ground.
She'd never had an orgasm whilst flying before, and the sensation was unlike anything she'd felt in any bed back on the ground. Her racing heart and the whistling wind compounded upon the electrifying climax, sending waves of pleasure through her body and her mind. This was everything she wanted it to be--how she hoped it might, on those lonely nights spent with a talon prodding into her folds. And it was happening with the griffon she'd always fantasized it happening with.
All those worries, of unreciprocated love, of Nat seeing her as too weak or cowardly to ever be a mate...
Giselle felt like they were shedding out of her with every heavenly wave of pleasure that rocked through her body as her orgasm carried on, and the ground raced ever closer.
They had less than half a minute, now. Giselle’s head was still held within warm, fuzzy, euphoric bliss, but she knew better than to leave her flight leader unsatisfied. Nat was close, though, she had been since before their dive had begun. With this wonderful thought in mind, Giselle opened her beak wide and finally curled her tongue around Natalya’s clit.
A hundred meters. Giselle shoved one of her claws a little deeper into Natalya’s tailhole, and her tongue dove into Natalya’s pussy in a mad frenzy. Her tongue messily prodding into that twitching clit, Natalya’s moaning rising and rising in volume and pitch…
And then, as though she’d just thrown on a faucet, Natalya’s pussy clenched and sprayed and the sound of her crying out in ecstasy rang out across the empty fields.
Ten meters before the two struck their ground, they both shot their wings back out and jerked themselves out of their dive. Just enough to glide along for a short distance, before coming to a slow, skidding stop atop the rain-soaked grass. Still locked in each other’s embrace, and with Natalya’s own pussy still twitching and spasming as her orgasm continued.
The two griffons stayed there, Giselle still laying atop Natalya in a direct inverse to when they’d come crashing down into the same spot earlier that afternoon. Both griffons panting heavily, but for entirely different reasons now. Gradually, Natalya’s panting eased her out of electrifying ecstasy and into the bliss of afterglow, alongside Giselle who had been riding it with a pleasured smile.
There they stayed, Giselle gradually detaching herself only to lie down next to Natalya, both griffons staring peacefully up at the clouds where they’d just come.
“H-how was that, for a first time glide, flight-leader?” Giselle eventually said, looking over at Nat with a warm grin.
“Blissful,” came Natalya’s reply. “Thrilling. You were incredible.”
Giselle prodded her beak against Natalya’s. Her talon found Nat’s, and their claws interlocked. “Helps when I have such a great partner.”
Natalya smiled warmly. “T-too bad we can’t show that off at the Crystal Empire, next month. I hear Princess Cadance is judging.”
Giselle let out a little snort-laugh. “It’s better, like this. Just the two of us, and the sky.”
Natalya chirruped out a little trilling agreement. “Well. One way or another... This has been a particularly... productive practice session for the both of us, hasn’t it?”
Giselle nodded. “It has. And Nat... Thanks. Really.”
Natalya tilted her head, leaning over to look at Giselle with a raised eyebrow. “For?”
“What you said earlier. Getting me up there, flying. I really... I guess I really should believe in myself more. You see me as a better flier than I do. I never realized how much that was holding me back.”
“Hey.” Natalya gripped Giselle’s talon tighter. “You’re phenomenal. In two weeks, the two of us will get to show the whole of Equestria and Griffonstone that.”
Giselle’s eyes felt damp with joyful tears, and her smile grew wider, and warmer. “...Up to ‘practice’ again tomorrow? Same time?”
Natalya nestled her beak into Giselle’s wingfeathers lovingly. “Same time tomorrow, Rookie.”
