Author's Note

Be advised that this chapter earns its Sex and Mature tags.

Chapter 4

The following days were filled with more hikes to various destinations. Gilda’s paws toughened up from all the extra walking that she did, but she still balked when one of their treks brought them to a steep cliff face that Edge did not hesitate to begin climbing.

“Oh, come on!” the griffoness exclaimed, hands on her hips and brow furrowed. “Surely you can see that it’s more practical to fly up this one?”

“It’s not that bad,” the pegasus replied. “Besides, it’s not whether it’s practical or not – it’s the challenge!”

Gilda rolled her eyes. “Males!” she grumbled, but decided to follow suit his lead.

Edge was about three-quarters up the cliff by the time Gilda made it halfway. He looked down at his struggling friend and said, “You’re half cat – why aren’t you better at this?”

She looked up, glaring at him. “You must be all mountain goat! Shut up and let me concentra-ACK!” The rock Gilda was holding while reaching for the next handhold broke off and she began falling. However, she had the presence of mind to push away from the cliff to give herself plenty of room to spread her wings and maneuver. Within seconds, she regained control and flew up to the top of the cliff. She waited for Edge to complete his ascent, giving him dirty looks as he clambered over the edge.

“There! That wasn’t so hard,” he said with a grin.

“Sure!” she said in a deeply sarcastic tone. “Easy as falling off a cliff.” She then shoved him back over the edge.

The pegasus took longer to gain control of his descent than the griffoness due to needing to get clear of the cliff face first, but he quickly rejoined Gilda at the top. She seemed to be in a better mood now that she’d had her revenge.

“I suppose I deserved that,” Edge admitted. “Want to take a break before we continue?”

“Sounds good,” Gilda replied.

They broke out the snacks and drinks from their backpacks and settled on a fallen tree trunk to eat, drink, and admire the scenery. The cliff allowed them an unbroken view down to the lake. They could see along most of its length from this vantage point and their avian eyesight managed to pick out Edge’s campsite after looking carefully, but Gilda’s was much further away and hidden from view.

“This is what I come to see on my hikes,” Edge remarked. “It’s a completely different perspective from the view flying above it all. It’s also something you can share with flightless friends. I never tire of it.”

Gilda nodded. “I gotta admit that you’ve given me a new appreciation of the place. But I still think you’re nuts for wanting to climb cliffs.”

Edge chuckled. “I suppose that’s not for everyone. Thanks for giving it a try though.”

The griffoness looked away from the pegasus, mumbling, “You’re welcome, dweeb.”

“Shall we push on?”

“Of course. Lead on, billy goat.”

With a laugh, Edge got up and recommenced their hike.

Depending on where their hike of the day took them, the two either made their way back by a different route or returned to camp by wing. On one of the return walks, they encountered a deer grazing in a clearing. As they approached downwind of it, the doe did not notice them until too late. Gilda launched herself at it without hesitation. Deprived of the cover of trees, the deer was unable to escape and the griffoness quickly pounced on it, dispatching it with grim efficiency.

Edge rejoined Gilda and she looked at him with a slight frown.

“Don’t you dare say anything about me killing this thing. I need red meat in my diet. Fish won’t cut it indefinitely.”

The pegasus shook his head. “I wasn’t going to say anything. Just wondering how you’re going to cope with a full-grown deer.”

“I can manage to carry this back to my camp. I’ll have to skip dinner at your place though. Gonna stuff myself silly with venison tonight. It won’t be a pretty sight. I can’t keep it for too long before it spoils.”

Edge pondered that for a moment. “I’ve got a few large multi-purpose plastic bags. If you want to fill them with cuts of meat, I’ll store them in my food locker until I have to leave.”

Gilda smiled and gave a quick nod. “Thanks. I’d appreciate that.”

“I’ll fly back to my camp, grab them, and drop them off.” He then took to the sky.

The griffoness chuckled. Edge did a great job of remaining calm but she knew that he was less than thrilled about the visceral scene. She was impressed by his willingness to put up with her needs despite how ponies in general were skittish about such things. “If only he was a griff,” she lamented as she maneuvered the carcass into position for carrying.

“There you are!”

Edge looked up to see a female griffon coming in for a landing. This time, it was not Gilda who happened to be fishing with him that afternoon.

“Gabby!” Gilda got up to meet the newcomer, hugging her when she landed.

“Hey, Gil! Who’s your friend?”

“This is Cutting Edge. He came here to hike and fish. I’ve been hanging out with him for a while. Edge – this is my sister, Gabriella, but we all call her Gabby.”

The grey-colored griffoness smiled and said, “Hi! I’m so glad that my big sister has found a friend. I’ve been super worried about her being out here all by herself.”

Edge grinned. “She’s been interesting company, that’s for sure.”

Gilda said, “Not that I’m ungrateful for the visit, but what are you doing out here?”

“I got myself work as a courier. That means I’ll be traveling to other places such as Equestria. I’m actually en route to a delivery.” She patted a padlocked courier bag strapped securely to her lower back. “I only needed to make a small detour to drop in on you and see how you’re coping.”

“A courier job? That’s cool. I know you like meeting new people. Anyway, thanks to Edge, I’ve been doing a lot better since you were here last time. How are things back in Griffonstone?”

Gabby rolled her eyes. “That creep, Gerard, has stopped trying to find you for now. He’s convinced you’re going to come crawling back at Mating Season.”

Gilda blinked. “Why the fuck would I do that?” Then she chuckled. “He’s going to be so pissed off when I’m a no-show.”

Edge spoke up. “Let me guess – Gerard is such a narcissist that he can’t imagine Gilda not succumbing to his masculine charms?”

Gabby giggled. “You got it. His buddies just feed his delusion, so he only keeps getting worse.”

Gilda sighed. “I had some hope that this would all blow over eventually, but it looks like I’m going to be stuck out here for the indefinite future.”

“I guess so,” Gabby agreed. “That’s why I decided to bring you some more essential supplies.” She handed over a small backpack to her sister. “Because I was given an official assignment, Gerard didn’t have me followed as usual, so I was able to come here without having to try to elude his spies.”

“Awesome. Hopefully, you’ll get plenty more jobs and I’ll see you more often.”

“Me too!”

“Would you like to stay and have dinner with us?” Edge asked. “We’ve been doing well with our fishing.” He held up a trout that he had caught.

“Aw! I’d love to but I need to get going. Places to be, y’know! Love ya, Gil!” Gabby gave Gilda a quick hug, then she took off and headed on her way.

Edge grinned. “You have an excitable little sister.”

“Don’t I know it!” Gilda said with a resigned shake of her head. “I’ve never been able to figure out how she’s managed to keep such a positive outlook in life after being brought up in Griffonstone.”

The pegasus began packing up their fishing gear. “Let’s call it a day and make dinner. You can tell me all about her.”

Days passed with the two exploring the area and then having their evening meal at Edge’s campsite. However, they would alternate between their camps for breakfast. The sun was barely risen although hidden by a thick overcast when Edge came in for a landing at Gilda’s place. He was surprised to note that the griffoness was not at work preparing her signature scones. In fact, the fire was not even lit yet. Concerned, he called out to the hen.

“Gilda! Where are you?!”

Edge heard movement from inside the griffon’s hut. Moments later, Gilda stepped out covered in sweat… and nothing else. The pegasus’ breath was taken away by the sight and he immediately felt a growing tightness in his pants. Barely managing to tear his eyes away from her nude splendor, he saw the expression on the catbird’s face. The look of hunger warring with restraint made him concerned.

“Have you forgotten something, Gilda?” Edge asked gently.

Ignoring the question, she replied, “Remember that griffon mating season was due soon? I went into heat last night.”

“Uh… so… you want me to leave?”

“No! I want you to fuck me until my feathers fall out!”

Edge blinked. He shifted nervously, his erection now making him very uncomfortable. “You’re just overwhelmed by hormones, Gilda. I can’t take advantage of you like—”

The griffoness was up in his face before he could finish. “You think this is my first Season? That I have no idea how to control myself? I’ve spent many Seasons with zero desire to have any griffon cocks near me. But you? I haven’t been able to get you off my mind pretty much since we met. You get me. You help me. You think I’m sexy but keep your hands to yourself. And, fuck it, I think you’re hot too. Best of all, I’m a griffon but you’re a pony, so you can’t get me pregnant. So, are you interested?” she asked, pressing her ample bust against his chest while glaring in his eyes.

Edge swallowed. “Hell, yeah, Gil,” he replied, reaching for those tempting mounds.

Gilda stepped back as one of her talons ripped the front of his T-shirt, exposing his chest. She danced away from him, laughing. “Not so fast. First, let’s see if you’re up to the challenge of outflying a griffon hen. Try and catch me, you dweeb!” She took off, screeching excitement.

Edge’s jaw dropped, stunned momentarily before he realized that griffons did things differently. She might desire him but she wanted him to win her first! With a grin and a powerful flap of his wings, he launched himself in pursuit.

What followed was an hour-long game of tag where he would catch up to Gilda who would twist out of his grasp while slashing at his clothing. He quickly lost the remainder of his shirt and his shorts were soon in tatters before the waistband snapped. His overstrained underpants did not survive the first assault and, as they drifted down to the distant ground, he faced his quarry, drenched in sweat just like her. After a moment of taking in each other as they panted both from excitement and exertion, they came together, face-to-face, just as the clouds parted to illuminate the lovers.

The two embraced tightly, she nuzzling him while he kissed her. Then, as the pegasus maintained their altitude, Gilda used her wings to maneuver herself above his erection and impale herself on it. The griffoness threw back her head and screeched in pleasure before the two worked to make love midair. She was quick to orgasm after being pent up for hours, and a second came not much longer afterward. However, with her desperate need satiated, she was able to concentrate more on pleasuring him, and the third time had them climaxing together.

Flying while mating was not conducive to maintaining altitude so, although they were in no danger of crashing, they had drifted fairly close to the ground by then. By mutual unspoken agreement, they headed down for a landing in a meadow. Panting hard, they grinned at each other before Gilda spoke up.

“Not bad for a first time,” she said.

“Oh?” he replied. “How often have you done that?”

“Once!” Gilda declared with a laugh. “I wondered what it would be like. You’d make a fine griffon mate. But now that you’ve done things my way, I think it’s fair I indulge your whims. So, what’s your desire, my pervy lover?”

“Well, now that you mention it, there are a couple of things I’d like to lay my hands on.”

His gaze left no doubt in the griffoness’ mind as to what he was referring to. She rolled her eyes. “What’s with pony stallions and their obsession with teats?”

“You’re telling me that male griffons don’t have any interest in boobs?”

“Aside from a clear indication that a hen is mature enough to feed a cub, not really.”

Edge smirked. “Then, perhaps I should educate you in their other merits.” He took Gilda’s arm and drew her close, the griffoness not resisting at all. “Let’s get you warmed up for the second act.” He leaned over and began licking the nipple of her right breast.

Gilda’s eyes shot wide open. “Oh. That’s… nice.”

Edge paused. “So, a he-griff has never done that before?”

“Like I’d let a sharp beak anywhere near my sensitive nipples!”

“Well, that explains a lot. However, this is only the beginning of the fun stuff.” Edge lowered himself down to the grass next to a convenient boulder that he could lean up against. Gilda could see that his penis had recovered from their first session and was fully erect once more. He gestured toward it and said, “Have a seat, my lady.”

Intrigued and not a little excited, she positioned herself over the pegasus and guided his member into her vagina, humming in satisfaction and pleasure. When he was hilted within her, she asked with a smirk, “This may be the best seat in the house, but when’s the performance going to begin?”

“Lean forward and we can start.”

Doing so brought her boobs right up to his face. He licked the left nipple before planting his lips around it and started sucking.

Gilda gasped as a thrill rocketed through her. She clamped down on his penis before she began bouncing up and down. “Why the fuck does this feel so good?!” she cried.

Edge was surprised by the strength of the response, but that only encouraged him to be even more aggressive in his ministrations. When she orgasmed, he swapped breasts and repeated the performance.

Gilda was on an unbelievable high. She was putty in Edge’s hands, lost to this novel and exquisitely thrilling sexual experience. Perhaps it was due to her high hormone levels but she could not stop herself. She came again and again.

The pegasus was getting almost as much pleasure from making the griffon orgasm as from the ministrations of his cock, but he eventually concentrated on bringing the session to a close. For the second time, he filled his lover with his seed, nearly bucking her off in the process.

With the cessation of both the sucking and thrusting, Gilda collapsed on Edge before rolling off, slipping free of his member. They both lay there panting hard for a long while before she finally managed to speak.

“You’ve ruined me.”

Edge blinked and turned his head to face her, an eyebrow raised. “Say what?”

“You realize that no griff can hope to match that performance?”

“Oh, come on. I’m good but there’s got to be a potential griffon mate out there who will make me look ordinary.”

“There’s one thing you can do that they can’t,” she explained, raising her hand to tap her beak with a talon.

“Oh. Right. No lips. Was it really as amazing as you made it sound?”

“At the risk of giving you a swelled head, fuck yes! I don’t understand it but your sucking seemed to amplify the sexual pleasure I was feel… oh. Now I get it.”

“Get what?” Edge asked.

“Why hens nursing their cubs have those goofy grins on their faces.”

“Because it feels so pleasurable, I guess.” Then he frowned. “Wait. You have beaks, so how the hell do cubs nurse anyway?”

“That’s easy. When the cubs are born, their beaks are soft and rubbery like your lips. So, they can suckle until their beaks harden and they’re weaned onto solid food.”

“That makes sense. It doesn’t explain why you find it so much more pleasurable than any mare that I have known.”

Gilda sighed and put her hands behind her head, staring up into the clearing sky. “I can guess. Relationships between hens and cocks can be rocky at times, and bearing cubs puts a strain on them. However, nature may have found a way to compensate. If nursing a cub is an overwhelmingly positive experience, it can smooth over the rough spots.”

“You make griffon matings sound like a shitty outcome.”

Gilda chuckled humorlessly. “Yeah, way too often, although there are lots of exceptions. It’s why there’s that law binding the hen to the cock after they have a cub. There needs to be some stability for the child, not to mention the potential for having more cubs. Sometimes I think the griffon race would quickly die out if it wasn’t for such laws.”

Edge nodded. “I think I better understand why you got out of Griffonstone. I’m just glad that I was able to give you a positive sexual experience.”

The griffoness smirked at him. “And you got to indulge your pervy desires.”

“That too,” he admitted without a hint of regret or shame. “And you didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”

“That too,” she echoed. After a pause, she added, “Hungry?”

“Starving. You wouldn’t believe it, but I spent all morning outflying a sexy griffoness!”

“Oh, ha, ha, ha! Next time, I’ll make you work harder.”

Edge gasped theatrically. “You’re in luck! ‘Harder’ is my middle name.”

Gilda looked down. “So, it is. Maybe I’ll let you prove that to me later. I still owe you breakfast, lovercolt. Shall we go?”

“Do you often entertain naked ponies?” he asked with a grin as they got up and took to the air.

“Only on special occasions,” she retorted.

“You owe me for a shirt and a pair of pants.”

“I can offer you a deer skin.”

Thinking of the untanned hide, Edge shuddered. “Pass. I’ll survive until I get back to my camp.”

“I’ll stay nude too until then… in solidarity with your sacrifice, of course,” Gilda said with a wink before pulling ahead.

The pegasus chuckled and enjoyed the view.

After they both took a quick dip in the lake to rinse off, Edge got the fire going while Gilda prepared the batter for hot cakes. As previously, she added honeyberries to the mix. She made an extra-large batch and that proved barely enough for their raging appetites. After cleaning up, the griffoness grabbed a halter and shorts but only carried them to Edge’s camp to keep her promise.

When both were appropriately dressed once more, they headed off on a hike they decided upon while eating their breakfast.

“I’m still on heat,” Gilda explained. “By exercising a lot, it will burn off the energy and keep the cravings at bay.”

“I hear it’s the same for mares too. Okay, you can decide on where we go,” Edge agreed.

They rounded off the day bathing at the rock pools before flying back to Edge’s camp to have dinner. They shared a beer afterward, chatting about nothing in particular. Eventually, the pegasus pointed out the time.

“You’d better head out soon if you want to get back to your hut before sunset.”

Gilda nodded slowly. “I could, or I could stay the night. I’m feeling the need again and it’s so hard finding good lovers out here.”

“You sure, Gil?”

“We’re both mature adults who can enjoy some sex without making a big thing about it. I’d rather have some fun times with you rather than try some self-relief.”

“I can’t say that I wouldn’t enjoy that, but I’ll let you take the initiative.”

“Awesome! I suggest you strip unless you want to lose another set of clothes.”

Edge did as he was told, finding that the griffoness had already done so and crouched provocatively on the ground.

“Let’s do this a bit more traditionally, shall we? None of your pervy kinks,” Gilda said with a smirk.

“You love my pervy kinks,” the pegasus accused as he moved into position.

“Guilty, but let’s save that for tomorrow. I think I can only take so much pleasure in one day.”

“Let’s see if that’s true,” Edge said as he mounted her.

It wasn’t.

As Edge lay in his tent with one arm around the griffoness slumbering beside him, he pondered the events of the day and what they meant to him. Despite Gilda’s insistence that this was just two adults enjoying adult activities, his viewpoint had taken a hard shift due to this unplanned relationship. He was still wondering what the next day would bring when he drifted off to sleep.

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