EXPLICIT WARNING
There are explicit situations in this chapter. Read at your own risk.
You have been warned.

Day Two

Any pony that knew him knew that sitting on the roof was something Mercury did far too often. It was a common sight and it wasn’t always his roof. It happened most naturally when he was taking care of a client. …Though, today, it seemed a little odder than usual. The pegasus sat on his roof, staring at the sky. The clouds seemed a little too dim for the day.

“Hey, Mercy, what’s up?”

He let out a heavy sigh. “Are the… Twins okay?” The rehabilitation with Gilda hadn’t gone even remotely as planned. It was meant to be to help her with rejection, but it turned into an explosion instead.

“Still a little shaken up, but they’ll be fine,” Stargazer said, “Midori’s still there with them. …And, since I’m the only one that can follow you, I came to check.”

He nodded, noting every word. “Be sure to apologize to Cetus and Vela for me.”

“I will. …Any idea where she ran off to?”

“None whatsoever. I can’t imagine she has many friends to run to. At best, I’d think she went home to the Griffon Kingdom.”

“That’s about six million miles north,” she stated, scratching her head and running a hoof through her mane, “And probably a ten day fly for you. It seems like a really rough commute for some alone time.”

“She is a griffon,” he said, “I’d say that anywhere she can be… Feral is good for her. …Do you know any pony that would harbor a, uh, griffon of her status?”

“Only one,” she said, giving him a friendly nudge, “You’re the personality expert. Shouldn’t you be able to find out with just her personality?”

“Yeah, but I’m just bouncing ideas around now.” He looked up at the cloudy sky. “I kinda feel like she’d go to the forest or something. She is part lion.”

Star pointed at a huge mass of cloud. “And she is part eagle as well. She can walk on clouds just like us.”

He let out a heavy sigh. “This is such a pain!!” He opened his wings. “I’m going to go and look for her.”

“Good luck,” she said, giving him a mock salute as he took to the air. She still needed to go and take care of her brother and sister.

The white pegasus flew high into the sky, scanning the ground for the griffon. Trottingham was too large for him to search every nook and cranny. He let out a heavy sigh. “Where is this hybrid jerk?” He flew up past the clouds and found one to sit on. “Jeez… She’s really starting to become a pain in my flank.”

“What did you call me?!”

A sly grin crossed his face. It seemed as though thinking out loud and throwing insults around worked about as well as he’d thought it would. He looked up and found an angry griffon flying toward him from a high cloud. “Hi there, cranky butt,” he teased.

“What did you call me?” she asked again, sounding a little more annoyed. She was starting to get used to asking the pegasus her questions twice to get an answer from him. That seemed to be the only way to get a cogent answer from him.

“A jerk,” he said quickly, “But, I only calls ‘em as I sees ‘em.” He gave her a more serious look. “And speaking of being a jerk… Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine,” the griffon growled, “Now, what’s the next step of your stupid process?”

“To redo this step. You failed this part kinda hard, Gil…” He sighed a little. “You’re acting even more enraged than usual.”

“You got a problem with it?!” she growled, puffing herself up some. It made her look even more muscular than she already was. It was useful for other griffons as an intimidation tactic.

The pegasus glared at her. “You know what happened the last time you tried to get all pissy with me,” he stated, “Now, cool it and tell me what’s wrong.” As opposed to his normal tone, this one was much more demanding.

Her glare continued for a moment, but that only led her to look around for other ponies around them. When she found none, she deflated a little. “I’m… Going through some girl things, okay?”

“Girl… Things…?” He pondered what the statement meant, but his mind went into overdrive with that statement. It made him a little worried and a lot nervous about what she meant by that. He took a hesitant step away from her. “W-what do you mean by that?” He hoped it wasn’t what he was thinking.

She glared at him and let out a heavy sigh. “It’s called estrus. It means that you should leave me alone.”

A grimace crossed his face. He was hoping she’d have pulled another feminine ailment out, but since she presented that one, it just made a few problems for him. It wasn’t that he couldn’t handle whatever she dealt out. It was just that he didn’t want to have to deal with it in the first place. “Well, where does that put me?” he mused, “We still have to get through your counseling and I don’t want to give up another week. And when did you even go into heat?” He couldn’t smell it at all on her.

“A couple days ago,” she grumbled, “My room reeks because of it…” She continued to use the clouds to snuff out the scent before he caught it. Keeping her door closed and the room “scent proof,” she’d kept him from finding out.

“It does?” He shrugged, opening his wings. “It’s not all bad.” He went to the edge of the cloud, looking down at the ground. He could understand why ponies and griffons disliked their estrus cycles. It was a time when they were wrought with desire for carnal relations. When they didn’t get that pleasure, it made them unreasonably angry. That desire was changed into anger when they didn’t get what their bodies wanted. “There are some stallions that like that smell.”

“Ugh!” She didn’t need to know that! The thought that some stallion would gladly huff her primal scent was just too weird. “Why? That smell’s gross!” It disgusted her a bit to even consider that smell coming from her.

“Not really,” he said, but his voice started to trail off. “I-in fact… I k-kinda like it…” He fell silent when he realized what he’d said to the griffon. He’d never live that down!

Gilda stared at him. Slowly, a devilish grin crossed her face. “Wow,” was all she said as she stood, walking past the blushing pegasus. She was a little surprised he’d admit something like that.

“Why did I say that?!” he thought, scolding himself silently. He conducted an immediate face hoof, trying not to look at her again. That had to be one of the worst things he could have said to her. “L-look… I didn’t mean that in a creepy way. I-I just mean that…” He trailed off again when he looked up at her. …And when he saw what she hid with her tail, he was simply speechless.

The griffon decided to tease him. She wanted to torture him as long as she could. She lifted her tail and spread her cheeks, giving him an unobstructed view of her female slit. “You actually like that smell? Wow, what a freak!” She could already smell it now. It was a thick musk that anyone—pony or griffon—could identify.

Mercury stared at it for a moment. That image would forever be in his memories now. He didn’t have a bias for one species or the other. Ponies or griffons, he didn’t mind. …But, he’d never dare to tell her that. He quickly recovered, lowing his tail to cover his growing excitement. “F-fine, then,” he growled, “We’ll skip this week since you’re so incapacitated!” He turned up his nose, trotting past her. “Jeez, blame a pony for trying to like you.” He quickly took off, trying his hardest to hide the rigidity of his wings. Feigning anger was a great idea, but it didn’t always work. Midori and her brother, Vodka, would be the first to attest to that. The pegasus was in the air for less that ten seconds before he was tacked into another cloud. “Ouch,” he squeezed out. “What did I say about the tackling?”

“Yeah, whatever,” she said, still practically sitting on him, “Did you just say that you liked me?”

Every muscle in his body tensed at once. “Uh… Y-yeah, I did…” He quickly saw what she meant by that statement and tried to cover his tracks. …But, that was getting a lot harder to do with the wet spot on his back where she sat on him. “Not like that, pervert! There’s more than one kind of fondness, you buzzard.”

Gilda grimaced, but it quickly faded when she had an idea. Taking her weight off of him, she quickly flipped the small pegasus over, exposing the one part of him that wasn’t smaller than regular. “Oh yeah, and I’m the pervert.”

“You flashed me!” he accused. Thinking quickly, he pushed himself through the cloud and went around, landing in front of her again. “I think I’ve got a prize winning idea for you, Gil.”

“Oh yeah?” she grumbled, sitting like a big cat waiting for something to take up her time. “What’s your big idea?”

“You’re in heat and I’m a, uh… Semi-willing young stallion. If you get through the next few steps, I’ll indulge you.” Fighting through his embarrassment, he did a similar motion to her previous flashing, showing her the underside of his swollen testicles. “Get through the next few steps before the end of the week and I’ll let you have it.”

Gilda stared at his member as it swung back and forth like a pendulum. He was really offering to have sex with her! …If she finished the next few steps. She jumped up, making him flinch and hide his stallion-hood again. “You got a deal, shorty,” she said with a devilish grin, “What’s the next step?”

“Well, first I have to hide my sixteen inches, but after that, we go back to the second step. After that, we head to the third step, and… Sadly, that’s about it…” He shriveled a little as the griffon loomed over him. He thought it would take longer to regret this bet.

“Alright. Let’s go then,” she ordered. If his measurement was right, then she’d have a lot of fun with him.

Author's Note

Sorry for such an extreme delay. College hates my life.
Don't forget to tell me if there are any errors. I may be a writer, but I fail at life and can't notice all my screw ups at once.
Thank you!!