A Rock-Slope Rendezvous
“What the fuck?!” Gilda roared, ripping spikes magically delivered letter in two. “Friendship problem? FRIENDSHIP problem?!” She balled the pieces up and threw them across the room. “Yeah right…”
Gilda and Rainbow Dash had been planning their trip down to the lava pockets for weeks and now she was canceling? The griffon was excited to get out and breath some fresh, smoky air just south of Griffonstone with her best pal—but now the technicolored ponies last minute cancel had ruined her good mood. On top of it all, Greta was busy doing Celestia knows what and unable to fill in.
“Weeks… WEEKS, we’ve been planning this. I swear to Luna you are LUCKY I don’t have a magical little dragon to send you letters,” Gilda screamed out into her nest. “You would get the message of your life!” She roared at the ball of paper, as if it was Rainbow herself.
The lava pockets were a dangerous place, and intense updrafts made it very volatile. Without a partner, it would be very dangerous. One minute everything was dandy, the next a gust of smoke sent you spiraling out of control. While that was half of the fun of flying the pockets, it was fatal to go alone.
“Damn it.” She spat out. “DAMN IT!” She roared, slashing the wooden walls of her nest. Weren’t friends supposed to be there for each other? Weren’t they supposed to care? Gilda had been preening herself all morning and had shut down her booth to go out. Now she was stuck doing nothing for the rest of the day…
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Or was she? The feathered griffon suddenly had an idea. I could just go alone. Who would have to know? She thought inside her head. Well… I would at LEAST rub it in Rainbows face. She laughed at the thought of her flustered pony companion after hearing such an insult. It was completely against Junior Speedsters safety protocol to fly in dangerous conditions without a partner, but Gilda had left those lightweights for a reason. They didn’t know how to have fun.
“What the fuck. No ones here to stop me.” She told herself, making her way out of the exit of her perch. She had spent far too long on this rock and needed to get out.
The hot wind flowed through Gilda’s feathers as she struggled to gain control. She was falling to fast and if she tried to open her wings now—her bones might break under sheer force. What was she thinking?! It was completely reckless fly out here without Rainbow Dash. For almost an hour, she rode gusts of smoke with no problems—when suddenly a hawk crashed into her face and she lost control. Fate would have it a burst of wind threw her off course and out of alignment. Now she was falling.
“SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHiiiiiT!” She hollered out in panic, realizing the danger of the situation. The rising smoke burnt her eyes and she struggled to see what was below her. She flailed her limbs out to get a feel for the currents that she might hopefully gain control of to stop her downward spiral. There were three options out of the situation, two of which involved an excruciating death:
1. She would splash into scalding lava
2. She would hit the ground at mock 10
3. The option the griffon feared the most… she could force her wings open to halt her speed and almost surely destroy the very part of her body she valued most.
What are you ganna do Gilda?! Make your choice! You don’t have time to be indecisive! Gilda had learned about regaining control in midair countless times in flight school, but she had never had on the field experience with heat updrafts. Her instructors had always told them to stay away from such conditions because they were dangerous and unpredictable. She always thought they were just a bunch of pussies that were covering their hides in case somepony who could barely fly died in one. Now here she was! These drafts were intense, and nothing like she had flown before. They had thrown her around like a rag doll and before she could rebalance herself she was simply plummeting too fast. There wasn’t a pleasant way out of her free fall.
If she was going to live—why in the world of Equestria would she want to live flightless?! Every griffon in Griffonstone would mock her in laughter and she would have to leave her pitiful rock she lived on out of sheer embarrassment. Never again would she be able to experience the euphoria she felt while flying. People would patronize her and pity her crippled wings, constantly badgering her about how she lost them.
Another few brief moments of struggling and she was able to stabilize her tumbling.
Another couple of seconds past and her heart dropped to her stomach. A life without wings is a life not worth living Gilda thought to herself. She closed her eyes accepting her inevitable fate of death and let her tears stream off her face.
“These are my wings. There are many like them, but these ones are mine. My wings are my best friends. They are my life. I must master them as I must master my life. Without me, my wings are useless. Without my wings, I am useless. I must fly my wings true. I must fly steadier than my enemy who is trying to best me. I must beat him before he beats me. I will…” Gilda chanted to herself. It was something of an oath that pegasi had created. While she thought most ponies were soft, pegasi were respectable for their determination in flight and their pride in the oath was something she found herself sharing.
The hot smoke cleared suddenly, and Gilda could breathe easier. She opened her eyes to find not much more than a hundred feet or so between her and a sharp rocky ground. Her chest heaved, and she began to shiver in panic. Flashes of Greta and all the time they had spent together shot through her mind. Greta… They had formed an unbreakable bond that very few ponies and otherwise had ever done with Gilda. She was her first kiss back in Junior Speedsters Flight Camp. Even though they were young and lost touch, she had recently become very close to her since Rainbow and Pinkie visited her. She wasn’t necessarily her partner per say, but she was close to one. She could imagine her friend's broken heart when she learned of Gilda’s horrible fate. How would she recover?
What would Rainbow think? Would she be mad at Gilda? Would she hold it against herself for letting her go out alone? She could only imagine how her death might eat at the blue mare…
“No! NO! Fffff—” Gilda forced her enormous wings outward with all of her might as a last effort to save her life. “—ffFUCK!” She roared out in pain as her fragile appendages buckled under the wind. Gilda tried with all her constitution to keep her throbbing wings extended and decrease her speed as much as possible. “AAAAaahh!” She sobbed while every feather felt as if they were being pulled out and her muscles ripped under the current. She slammed into the ground hard and was sent tumbling down the rocky slope.
After her rolling stopped she let herself lay on her wings, attempting to push past the bruising and pain in her body. It was hard to tell if she was going to be able to walk away from the incident or if she was too crippled and isolated to find help. She mustered enough energy to turn over onto her side and relieve the pressure from her large pinions, bringing her to face the sight of the rivers of lava that webbed through the lands close by and reminding her how lucky she was. Gilda’s heaving breaths became easier and her state of shock began to calm—allowing her to sit up and examine her surroundings.
She stretched her wings out to see how bad the damage was, causing sharp pain down her bones. They were surprisingly not damaged as bad as Gilda expected but from the feel of it, she must have had a significant amount of micro-fracturing. Much more force would have snapped them and likely rendered them useless. Her feathers were torn and tattered, but that was to be expected and they would grow back within not much more than a week or two. She still had her wings. She would be able to fly another day.
“Damn girl!” A deep voice shouted from behind her. Gilda folder her wings back up and swiveled around to see who was approaching. Her legs protested, shaking and struggling to hold her up. Two dragons made their way towards her: One was clearly a male biped, standing at about 8 feet and the other was on all fours slithering like a serpent. The tall one was broad and had an impressive set of muscles which no pony could hope to gain, yet somehow, he still seemed slim and well proportioned. His scales were a metallic purple and two black horns protruding from his head. The long dragon was a satin grey with a lengthy sharp maw. Its horns were also black but had a spinal trailing that converged at the base of its shoulders and followed down it’s back.
“I’d never seen moves like that before…” The purple one complimented. “That is until you crashed.”
Gilda growled under her breath as the creature mocked her. She was already in enough pain as it was, the last thing she needed was a fight. These dragon dweebs were barely worth her time.
“What the fuck do you two lizards want?!” Gilda lashed out with impatience from her incident.
“Whoa whoa whoa. We were just coming to see if you were all right sweet cheeks.” The purple one assured. “After a fall like that, we figured you dead ya know?” They came closer to Gilda with an odd look in their eyes. If she wasn’t hurt, she would have flown away by now, but standing was already hard enough. Dragons were dangerous and unpredictable creatures.
“Yeah, I’m relieved you made an appearance.” Gilda sarcastically replied. “Who the hell are you two?!”
The purple dragon balled his left fist up and held it casually in his right palm as if attempting to look intimidating.
“Names Violet-Vice, but you can call me V. This here,” He jolted a thumb towards the grey one. “He’s my buddy Cat…”
Cat slinked around and behind Gilda as Violet stood in front of her. Gilda turned her head to watch the suspicious dragon.
Gilda snickered at the mention of the name Cat. “Imaginative parents hu?” She laughed “Hey Cat, where’s dog?”
Cat grinned wide as the griffon attempted to mock the dragon. “Hahaha, yeah you think it’s funny…” Violet chuckled. Gilda brought her sights back in front of her. “Until you learn how he got his name.”
What a bunch of fucking jocks I swear. “Yeah yeah… Real bad-ass I’m sure.” Gilda shot out. At this point, the griffon had lost her patience and knew these dragons were looking for trouble. She stood back on her hind legs and walked towards Violet-Vice with a large chest. Her body disagreed with intense discomfort, but she managed to keep steady. It took all her willpower to maintain a ferocious glare and not show how vulnerable she was. Now, face to face she showed a mighty, fearless expression before slamming her claws into his chest and shoving him backward. “Look ass holes, how about you back the fuck off before I rip your throats out. You’re messing with the wrong griffon right now. After a fall like that I still can take both of your horns home for trophies.”
“Well well well Cat, we got ourselves a fighter now don’t we? The fact you can even stand astounds me so, you have my respect kitty cat.” The way Violet naturally spoke sounded almost like what Gilda thought a mob boss would. It was the same kind of voice the movies used for the famous criminal Al Capony. Cat snarled and snapped his jaws making a loud *CRACK! * He didn’t seem to talk much.
Gilda planted her talons back on the ground and glanced back at Cat. The dragon slithered around in front of her, tauntingly flicking his tail. As the lizard stared with hunger, Gilda noticed a large pink shaft protruding from between its legs. Oozing liquid dripped from its pointed tip and its ridged texture reflected glossy sparkles of moisture.
“You see, Cat here likes himself some Griffons now and then… and feisty attitude really gets his blood pumpin’ so how 'bout you make this easy on yourself huh? My friend here…”
Fuck! Gilda thought—turning to sprint in the opposite direction with haste. Violet leaped forward and grabbed Gilda’s lion tail and halting her abruptly. She let out a deep painful roar “My friend here likes to get carried away!” he repeated more assertively. Gilda spun around slashing the purples dragons face violently. Purple scales flew off his cheeks as he winced.
“Those claws won’t do you much good cute-stuff…”
Violet-Vice maintained a death grip on the Griffons tail and tugged it powerfully, bringing the grounded beast into the air and throwing her back towards Cat.
Cat stood up and caught Gilda in his arms. It felt like her body was going to give up altogether as she had little stamina to spare. Her beak was face to face with the monster that held her, and his amber eyes locked onto her own. He picked her up and threw her back onto the solid ground.
“Guh—!!” Gilda huffed as her breath escaped her lungs and the torn muscles in her back clenched. Violet-Vice stood above her head, staring down at the helpless figure with a smile.
“Why not have a little fun? We’re just looking to play you know…”
The griffon struggled onto all fours and tried to bolt back in the direction of Cat. Violet slammed his claws down onto each side of the Griffons lion-flank and pulled her back towards him, raking marks on her butt cheeks.
“Graaahhh!” She called out as he pinned her head into the dirt with his large muscled hand.
“I see you don’t seem so enthusiastic huh? Well,” His other set of claws gripped her tail and forced it upwards. “Maybe we can cheer you up.” Gilda struggled but to no avail. Violet-Vice chuckled “God damn, Cat! My dick is gonna destroy this thing!”
“You touch me your dead, frog-face! I’ll fucking bite that thing off! I’ll fuckin—I’ll fuckin—”
“Oh yeah?! you give me the best nip you got sugar cane!” He agreed, shifting her wet lips apart with his thumb. “You ever sucked a dragon dick? Cause Unless you got a beak of titanium, you’re not sinking it in a single inch.” He leaned his snout in close to Gilda’s ears and whispered: “We’re harder than diamonds and taste twice as good…” He busted into laughter and let go of his victim’s head. Suddenly Gilda became fearful as she realized her inability to escape.
These dragons were going to kill her or seriously fuck her up in the process. The worst part was the entire situation and all the abuse was sending her cunt into flames. She could hardly contain her primitive feelings NO! Come on Gilda! Fight back! These things don’t deserve to have your amazing body! She thought to herself.
“Hey Cat! How ‘bout you give our guest here a demonstration of what a real cock should feel like. I’m not gonna need her to lube me up, she’s already getting excited”
“NNO!” She protested.
Cat let out a deep chuckle before standing up and gripping her crest feathers. His dragon rod came level with her beak and she refused to open. The head of his hemipenis was shaped like a heart that came to a sharp point. The cock increased in size and on it’s top-side were three large ridges. The underside had tendon like texture that led down to a pair of balls which were tightly snuggled up, so they could revert back into his body when they weren’t in use. Cat grabbed a handful of skin and feathers on the back of her neck and squeezed down until she opened her mouth in pain.
“Graah—H-mm!!”
Suddenly Gilda felt the large appendage force its way into her beak and down her throat quickly. Violet-Vice wasn’t kidding when he said they hard like diamonds! Gilda had practiced deep throating plenty in the past, but attempting to swallow a solid rock was a whole other matter. The griffon tried to bring up her talons to push the beast away but the amount of weight the purple dragon behind her was exerting on her thighs at this point kept her hips to the rocks. Gilda may have been fit and flexible, but she was no gymnast and the position was stretching her ability to its limits. Her mind began blocking out the sheer pain and all she could feel was the enormous dick that seemed to be carving her throat out.
Come on Gilda! Fight back! She thought, attempting to relax and breath. Unlike ponies, her nasal passage connected straight into her esophagus, making blowjobs much easier. Just as she thought she had successfully adapted to the hemipenis, Cat pulled back and quickly thrust deeper in.
“Kah-cough-cou—Hm-Grrmm” She sputtered.
“That’s it Cat!” Violet encouraged. Suddenly Gilda felt the dragon behind her dig his claws into her rump and spread her cheeks wide. She growled into the stiff scales of Cat’s groin to protest, only sending waves of pleasure through the dull lizard. Without time to prepare—Gilda felt a pointy phallus drive deep into her vaginal passage-way. Violets cock one was textured like cobblestone and much, much longer.
The helpless griffon slammed her claws down into the pumice stone beneath and carved valleys into the rock. If a single griffon even cared about the quality of their manicure, they would be horrified.
Cat pulled his dick out of Gilda’s maw and sloppily rubbed it against her feathery cheeks. Her own saliva matted her face and drizzled into her eyes. The constant thrusting from behind kept mashing her head into the creature’s thighs and made it hard for Cat to reinsert his hemipenis. Gilda took the opportunity to gasp for clean breath.
“God damn it!! *pant pant* you two ever heard of buying a girl a drink first?!” She joked. There wasn’t any chance of getting out between the two.
“You’ll get your drink soon enough bitch!” Violet growled. As if on queue, Cat thrust his cock back into Gilda’s beak. He gripped her feathers and violently slammed his dick as far he could physically muster. His pace increased, and it almost seemed as if he was spasming out of control. At this point, Gilda’s entire body was shifting backward and nearly folding her against Violet-Vice’s tense thighs.
What would Rainbow Dash think if she flew in on such a scene? Would the cyan pony even believe Gilda if she told her how she had been ravaged by two dragons at once? Nonetheless, she would have the marks to prove it and—at this point—she probably wouldn’t even be able to speak for a week. What did it matter? Dash was too preoccupied with her friendship problems to have the time. Something about the situation was giving Gilda a horrible pleasure through the awkward discomfort of over stimulation. As much as she wanted to deny it—her body was accepting. Her gag reflex seemed to give up on attempting to reject the large rod down her throat, widening to create more room.
Cat began growling deep in his chest and smoke simmered from his nostrils. Soon his claws were carving into Gilda’s head and his thrusts became sloppy. With a loud roar, he bottomed out in her throat and halted his humping altogether. There was a brief stall before his entire dick inflated and formed to the shape of her passageway. Gilda thought her jaw was going to dislocate from the pressure—but it was soon relieved as a torrent of hot fluid spewed into her body. Cat released a tsunami of flames from his toothed maw onto the ground next to the lust driven group, super-heating the rocks next to Gilda’s lion flank.
She coughed in response to torrent down her throat and attempted to pull away, but Cat just forced his dick further down. Suddenly Violet gripped her soar tattered wings at their bases and pulled back, ripping Cat’s spewing serpent out and letting its fluids jet into her face. She let out a roar of agony and flopped backward onto the dragon’s chest. Cat continued his ejaculation (which seemed to go on for a disturbing amount of time) while he leaped forward onto the griffon’s weak body and rammed his ridged spear into her vagina.
The dragon below Gilda wrapped his arms around her tightly, pinning her arms and squeezing her lungs. She growled angerly as the hot sperm from Cat filled her uterus, burning like fire. Violet slammed his textured shaft into her anus and deep up her rectum.
“FUCK!!” She shouted out—finally able to speak a sound that wasn’t muffled. The combination of the two textured hemipenes inside her body was almost too much to handle but Gilda was pinned down and forced to accept. “Gaahh!! AH!”
“Do me a favor and cut the shrieking!” Violet roared, lifting his arm up and clamping Gilda’s beak shut. She took the opportunity to slash her free claw across Cat’s face, shredding one of his eyes and sending the beast stumbling back in agony. His hemipenis pulled out and allowed his cum to escape Gilda’s vagina. Cat gripped his face and roared in pain—horrified by the loss of his eye. Gilda let out a maniacal laughter from her satisfying revenge.
She shot her arm back behind her head to try and attack Violet, but he rolled her over and pinned her below his heavy body and prevented her from inflicting more damage. Violet positioned her left arm behind her back and gain a grip on her now awkwardly extended one—continuing to thrust his cock into her passageway.
“Naughty, naughty… Cat doesn’t take to well to being attacked like that.”
“Oh yeah?! Well, I don’t either you scroungy bastard! I’ll fuck you up too!”
“You don’t make things EASY, do you? Well, I say an eye for an eye. When I’m finished up back here, I’m sure Cat would be more than willing to do the honors—huh pal?” Cat gave an angry shriek in reply. Blood was pouring off his face and onto the dried magma rocks. He slithered his way up to Gilda’s sight and growled. She gave a huff of anger and Cat replied by slathering his tongue across her face. Gilda snapped her beak and clipped his tongues soft flesh, taking a good chunk out. He recoiled backward and threw a left hook into her pinned head, discombobulating the griffon.
“Hey! Don’t get ahead of yourself there, Cat! I prefer my meat un-mangled! You can have at her after I’m done here.”
Violet-Vice increased his speed and gripped down on Gilda’s arms. Her anal track was burning in pain as it attempted to reject the foreign object. Cat angerly slashed the ground and huffed puffs of smoke. Gilda dreadfully hoped Violet-Vice would take his time, for fear of what Cat had in plans for her. If she hadn’t lashed out she might have gotten out alive—but the griffon didn’t regret it either way. These punks deserved every scar she gave them.
“Look at it—*grunt*—this way Cat,” Gilda dared to say, “At least you won’t need to get that tongue piercing you’ve been—*grunt*—! –thinking about…” Cat lurched forward and opened his large jaws, letting out a roar that shook the ground. His throat glowed bright, threatening to spew out more flames. Saliva webbed across Gilda’s face and drizzled down her feathers. Violet joined in with his own monstrous heave, signaling for Cat to stand down.
Violet’s thrusts became even faster, trying to speed up his pleasure before his companion ruined his fun. Gilda painfully groaned from the intense displeasure. She wasn’t necessarily opposed to giving anal a shot before, but this was dunking her into the deep end.
“Soft and steady would have been the polite thing!” The griffon protested, struggling to talk.
“Do you ever. Stop. TALKIN?!” Violet roared, surprised Gilda even had the gall. “You’re lucky I don’t just fucking rip you open right here!”
“Talk about a—Huuu! Talk about a turn-off!” Gilda slyly remarked, trying to think of a solution out of her inevitable fate of death. If she could only fly, getting away would be no problem. These dragons didn’t have any wings and wouldn’t be able to pursue her. Her body was so weak and tattered, fighting back against the armored creatures would do her no more good that it already had. The only chance she had now was luck.
Violet’s dick was beginning to engorge and before long he would finish up. His thighs slapped loudly against Gilda’s fuzzy cheeks and reddened her skin. Come on Gilda! COME ON! You got out of the free fall, you just gotta think of something else! There simply wasn’t any time and the griffon was hopeless. Violet-Vice groaned and continued thrusting, bringing more painful pleasure to Gilda’s behind. With little warning, her vagina clenched and squirted fluids out onto the rocks.
“Ff-f-fu-uuck!” Gilda grunted out in shameful pleasure as her body was driven past its breaking point. Her head buzzed as if it were drunk and her hands shivered.
Violets orgasm wasn’t far behind and his hips began convulsing. He dug his claws into Gilda’s wrists and shivered with pleasure.
“Ah-ahaahhhh!” She shuddered as the hot fluid traveled deep into her ass. Violets cum dribbled out and down her rim, finding its way across her sensitive, dripping slit. Just like Cat, Violet-Vice had a lot of sperm to spare and more began pouring out. The lips of her labia clenched uncomfortably, and dragon sperm flowed down her thighs. “GAaaah! It’s too fucking hot! Let off a little bit—sweet fucking Celestia!” Violet just laughed and gave a strong thrust forward. Gilda roared helplessly in pain.
Another few seconds passed, and Violet let go of the griffon, pulling out. Her ass hole spat out rivers of simmering fluid onto her legs and finally began to close. She tried to stand, but her lion end was completely immobile.
“She’s all yours Cat. *pant pant*I loosened her up for ya.” He chuckled. Cat rumbled something that sounded like a disagreeing "uh uh” shortly before shooting his hand out and grasping her throat. He picked her limp body up off the ground and began walking on his hind legs down the rocky slope towards the river of magma. Sperm and mare-fluid drizzled down her tail and left a trailing. Gilda grasped his arms and raked her claws down to struggle away, but she couldn’t pierce his armored flesh. The meekly coughed and gagged, struggling for breath as she tried to shriek.
“Holy shit bro, really?!” Violet protested “I mean come on, you could at least use her up before boiling her.” Cat spun around and roared in anger. The blood from his mutilated eye flung onto Gilda’s face. “Whoa, man! Chill. You do what you want with her I guess, I already finished up my turn.”
At least try a little harder to keep me from burning to death you scaled little fuck!! Gilda angerly thought. Cat stopped in his tracks and grumbled. He gave a few hops forward and pulled his arm back, preparing to launch her into the river. Before she knew it her neck was free from her grasp and her beaten-up figure was hurtling through the air. She gasped desperately and extended her damaged wings out to take flight, but they refused to help.
“AAAHH—” Gilda roared in pain and shut her eyes tight. It was hopeless… she would need a miracle. The fumes from the lava began to scorch her plumage as she neared her death. Suddenly she felt her chest pounded by a brutal force and two arms hooked underneath her own. Gilda grunted painfully as she was flown away from the lava and further into the sky. The griffon opened her eyes to find to find a slim blue dragon carrying her away from the melted river of rock.
“What the—?!” Gilda confusingly shouted in relief, with an awful rasp in her throat. The dragon swooped down towards the safe ground and dumped the griffon she had saved off to safety. Gilda painfully tumbled onto the rocks in relief from a fiery death. If it had been seconds later, she would have surely died. Gilda struggled to turn herself onto her side and gain sights of her savior. The blue lizard flew up into the sky and unbuckled a large staff from her hips. She swooped down quickly and hurdled towards Cat before impaling the sharp end into his unsuspecting chest and slamming his body into the earth. She stood atop him as he flailed and twisted the crystal weapon into his heart, bringing a roar of defeat from her enemy.
“How does it feel you waste of a dragon?” Cat gripped the scepter and squinted his eyes in pain. Blood spurted from his teeth and his lungs drowned. He struggled to hold onto his life and his head slowly drooped. She whipped her sights around and targeted her next victim.
“Princess Ember…” Violet-Vice stutterd. “I-I—um… I can explain…”
“If you’re going to rape someone,” She angerly replied, ripping the glowing staff from Cat’s corpse “Try to stay a little quieter next time!!” She lunged forward and gave a mighty beat of her wings. Violet turned to escape but was met with a spearing blow through his spine. The bloodstone scepter’s sharp end pierced his lungs and he screamed in agony. Ember flew up into the sky and brought the skewered creature up above her. She ripped the scepter from his back and gripped his horn tightly, spinning around and throwing the dragon downward. She followed through and lined the weapon up with the dragon’s head—staking it through his hard skull as he met the rocks below.
Violet-Vice gave a last, blood curdling, shriek as his life drained out and his body went limp. Ember sighed in relief and casually pulled her staff from his mangled head. Crimson fluid gushed onto the rocks and trailed behind the butt of Embers scepter.
“Fucking cretins!” She spat, continuing to gaze at her handy work as she walked towards Gilda. She turned her eyes towards the griffon she had saved in dismay and tragedy. Gilda’s wounds looked nasty and her wings were completely shredded. It pained Ember to look at her, but she was comforted by the fact the griffon was still alive.
Another few seconds passed before she arrived at the scene and knelt down to help. “Sorry about that…” She began. “I heard roaring from above but wasn’t sure what was going on. By the time I made my way through the smoke clouds Cat was dragging you out towards the river.” She wiped the cum and blood from Gilda’s beak and did her best to fix her ruffled feathers. “I was unsure what was happening until I recognized these two. I guess I got down here before you burnt to death… which is something.”
Gilda turned away in embarrassment and attempted to stand and talk but found her voice was lost. All she could muster was pitiful rasps. Her lion paws gave out and she slumped back down.
“Look, I know you griffons have a selfish amount of pride all pent up, but you need treatment. The dragon lair is across the aisle just south of here. If I were you, I’d let me take you there.” Gilda stared back at the slick creature. She seemed nice, but Gilda had her fill of dragons as it was. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much of a choice. She frowned and looked away, outstretching her arms as if she was being taken as a prisoner.
“Haha,” Princess Ember pitifully chuckled. “you won’t regret it. We have much better treatment than what these two gave you.” Princess Ember gripped Gilda’s wrists and pulled her into the sky, making her way back to the dragon lair.