Seven years after her disappearance, Rainbow Dash gets a lead that her friend Gilda might still be alive. Her search takes her to a mysterious island, where she finds far more than just her friend.
Rainbow Dash thought her friend Gilda was lost at sea all those years ago. That is, until a journal emerged documenting the griffon's survival and transformation into a lustful Amazonian jungle priestess. Even if the journal was a hoax, Rainbow Dash needed to know for sure whether Gilda was still alive, and set out in search of the island described by the journal.
This is the story of her discovery, and her subsequent fight against the temptation to surrender herself to the will of The Spirit.
Art is cropped from a lovely piece by the talented artist margony. Derpibooru ID 1773405.
Kinks for this F/F story include: Amazon TF, Ass and Hip Growth, Body Worship, Breast Growth, Dubcon, Female Ejaculation, Foot Play, Lactation, Muscle Growth, and Tentacle Play. As with the previous story, there will be an optional chapter containing less popular kinks, as well as some spoilered out optional passages in the main chapters containing the same. These kinks include Body Hair, Musk Play, and Nipple Penetration.
Applejack rose a few minutes ahead of her alarm as always. Celestia’s Sun had not yet crested the horizon, but it was time for farmponies to wake up all the same. She took a moment to yawn and stretch, then rested her hand on the empty side of her bed. Wait, empty? Applejack doubletaked.
Sure enough, there was nopony beside her in bed. Applejack’s surprise shifted to confusion, then satisfaction. “Well Ah’ll be,” she murmured, “Ah told her she’d get used to the early mornings.”
It only took a few minutes for Applejack to get dressed and ready to start her day. She silently waved to Big Macintosh as he emerged from his room on her way down the hall to the stairs.
“Dash, you downstairs?” she called as she entered the living room. “Got some chores for us to do before we get started on breakfast.”
Silence was the only response. Her marefriend was not in the living room. A quick peek in the kitchen confirmed she wasn’t there either. Applejack was just about to head out the back door to see if Rainbow Dash had gotten started without her (another pleasant surprise, if that was the case) when she spotted the folded sheet of paper on the table. Her name was written on it in Rainbow Dash’s handwriting.
Trepidation crept over the farmpony as she picked up the note. That trepidation gave way to shock, and then fear as she read.
Morning AJ,
By the time you read this, I’ll already be on my way out to sea. Don’t worry, I’m not going away forever. But this is really important and I gotta do it.
So, I feel kind of guilty about the past few days. You’ve been waiting patiently for me to talk about it, but I couldn’t for reasons that’ll be obvious below. To answer your questions: Yes, this is about Gilda and the journal she supposedly wrote. I know Twilight has repeatedly stated it’s a hoax, and while I was at the castle reading it, I played along for her benefit.
But except for the final couple entries, the journal sounds just like her. Call me crazy, but I think there’s a chance that the island is real.
Look, it’s more likely than not this was the work of some asshole writing sick fanfiction about me and Gilda, I get that. But there’s still that slim chance that the griffon I thought was dead for seven years is still alive out there. I’m the Element of Loyalty, AJ. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t at least try to find the island.
I think I have a good idea of where it is, and I spent the last week preparing to go find it. I’ll explain when I get back. And I know you hate it when I keep secrets from you. But you’d be able to tell if I was lying to you, and if I told you that I was going to look for Gilda, you’d have tried to stop me.
If I don’t find the island, I’ll come right back to Ponyville. Give me a week, and I’ll come back either empty-handed, or with Gilda.
Applejack, I Pinkie Promise you I’ll be home soon. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.
Awesome as always,
Rainbow Dash
When Big Mac finally sauntered into the kitchen to start breakfast, he found his sister pacing back and forth, one arm hugging her body and the other holding her phone up to her ear. Some of the tension left her when a tired voice answered on the other end.
“Twi, it’s Applejack,” she said. There was a noticeable quiver in her voice, “Dash’s gone. Somehow she got it in her head that Gilda’s still alive, and she’s gone off to Celestia knows where to find her!”
There was a long pause before Twilight responded. Big Mac tilted his head inquisitively, but Applejack waved him off.
“No...No...Ah dunno when she left...She was gone when Ah came downstairs. There was a note...Alright...See you in a bit.”
After hanging up, she turned to her brother, who had been standing stoically nearby. “Ah hate to do this, but can you take care of the morning chores for me? Bit of an emergency, and Ah gotta wake the other girls and get over to the castle.”
Without hesitation, the large stallion nodded and punctuated with a soft “Eyyup.”
“Thanks, Mac,” said Applejack, giving him a quick hug, “You know how important Dash is. How important all my friends are to me.”
“Eeyup.”
Stepping back, Applejack walked out onto the back porch to make a few more calls. It was going to be a long week.
By the time Applejack arrived in the map room, Twilight was already hunched over the map, studying it intently. Behind her, Spike was ferrying stacks of books to a folding table. He stopped to yawn between trips. “Sheesh, Twilight,” he grumbled, “Could you at least wait until the sun’s up before going on a research bender?”
“I know it’s early, Spike, but this is an emergency,” said the alicorn as she turned away from the map. Her mane was frazzled, though whether that was from bedhead or stress was unclear. Given she was still wearing her pajamas and a bathrobe, it could be either. “That should be everything I need. You can go back to bed if you want.”
The young dragon only nodded and made his way back to his room. Applejack joined Twilight at the table, her face set into a frown. “Ah got ahold of Rarity and Pinkie. Fluttershy didn’t pick up; Ah’ll try her again a little later. Rarity said she’ll be here in about an hour, and Pinkie -”
“Is going to make sure Dashie sticks to her Pinkie Promise!” exclaimed Pinkie directly behind Twilight, who nearly jumped straight through the ceiling.
“SWEET LUNA’S…” Twilight shouted, before taking a deep breath and crossing one arm in front of herself, then out. It was a well-practiced gesture. “I’m glad you could make it so quickly, Pinkie Pie,” she continued. Her gritted teeth and twitching eyelid suggested otherwise.
“Well yeah!” chirped the party pony. “Applejack said Dashie’s gone missing! And she also Pinkie Promised that she’d be back in a week, but Applejack doesn’t think she can do it. So we gotta find her so she can either keep that promise or apologize!” She ended her sentence with a curt nod of determination.
Applejack doffed her hat and covered her face with it. She hadn’t mentioned the promise made in the letter to Pinkie, but she’d learned long ago not to question how she knew these things.
“Try Fluttershy again in fifteen minutes,” said Twilight, “We need all the girls here for a briefing, and time is of the essence.”
“Is there something ya wanna tell me, sugarcube?” Applejack asked as she replaced her hat on her head. Her voice was eerily neutral.
The Princess of Friendship sighed. There was no point in lying to Honesty herself. “Yes. I’ll brief everypony in full once we’re all here. To keep things short,” she squeezed her eyes shut and took another breath, “the island is real. And we need to find Rainbow Dash before it’s too late.”
Rainbow Dash stole a glance over her shoulder at the shopkeeper as she stuffed a stack of protein bars into her backpack. “Yeah, I’m good,” she said, then straightened up to dig into her pocket.
The wizened old stallion behind the counter idly scratched at the coarse stubble under his chin while the pegasus counted out the bits. His head tilted in curiosity. “I can tell you’re not from around these parts. You on an adventure of some kind?”
“Huh?” Rainbow asked, then remembered what she was wearing. The khaki cargo shorts, button-down shirt, hiking boots, and pith helmet did sort of make her stick out like a sore thumb, especially in a little resort town like this. “Oh, right…”
The shop pony said nothing. He only smiled and waited for Dash to continue.
“Yeah, it’s kiiiind of a long story,” she said after a moment. “I’m looking for a friend of mine. She’s out in the jungle, see.” Her arm waved behind her in no direction in particular. She paused to set the bits on the counter and shoulder her backpack.
The pegasus looked up to see the stallion was still staring at her. “What? Okay, so the outfit’s a little tacky. I put it together for a Daring Do cosplay a couple years ago, but all the gear works!” She tugged a compass from one of her many pockets to show him.
The stallion only chuckled goodnaturedly. “Hey, I won’t judge. You go find that friend of yours. Best of luck, and come back any time!”
Rainbow Dash grunted noncommittally and took her leave. She wasn’t here to make new friends, but to find an old one.
Outside the general store, Rainbow Dash eyed the beach marking the edge of the line of luxury resorts. This was definitely not the island Gilda described, but if the hastily drawn map she’d smuggled out of the castle was right, it was the last one along the way. Not even she could fly a straight shot out that far into the ocean. Island hopping was the way to go.
The pegasus readjusted the straps of her backpack until her wings were out and free to move. I wonder if Gilda’s island has beaches like this? she thought to herself. No time to dwell, however. There’d be plenty of time to catch some rays once she’d gotten the closure she wanted.
After a few stretches, Rainbow Dash crouched, then sprang into the air. Her wings unfurled and effortlessly propelled her skyward. The scenic beach ringed by charming hotels rapidly shrank behind her. It was time for the moment of truth. Was the island real?
Hours seemed to feel like days to Rainbow Dash. Maybe it was the fatigue burning through her body. Maybe it was the rate at which she was going through protein bars and the water in her canteen. Either way, looking at nothing but an endless sea as far as the eye could see got old really fast.
Rainbow Dash grunted in irritation as she alighted on a nearby cloud. It was flimsy, but just able to support her. She took the opportunity to work the kinks out of her sore wings as she consulted her map once again.
Art had never been the pegasus’ strong suit. As such, her hand-drawn map of the South Celestial Sea and the island chain just south of where Gilda’s island should be was sloppy at best. In her defense, Rainbow Dash didn’t know how long Twilight would be gone while she was copying from the Friendship Map.
It’s gotta be there. I saw it, she thought as her eyes traced over the sloppy lines of her target. It had only appeared when she set the journal down on the edge of the map. It was almost like a glitch, shimmering pixels in a broken hologram. It was hard to see from the way it flickered in and out, but it was there, and she was going to find the real thing.
With a sigh, Rainbow Dash packed the map away and tested her wings. “Just one more hour,” she said aloud, “If I come up with nothing after an hour, I’ll turn around.”
One hour became two. Two hours became four. By the time the Sun began its descent to the western horizon, Rainbow Dash decided it was time to stop screwing around. She only had just enough food and water to make it back to the closest island. It was time to turn around.
Rainbow Dash sighed in disappointment. After three days of flying from one island after another, this was where her journey ended. Oh well, guess that journal was full of it after all.
It was in that moment, as the pegasus banked to the left, that she caught it in the corner of her eye. A patch of land sat far below in the distance, all alone in a still sapphire sea.
Rainbow Dash’s attention snapped to the distant island, and she scrutinized it with an intensity she usually saved for reading Daring Do books (and writing Daring Do fanfiction). She hardly noticed that she’d turned toward it until she realized it was looming larger.
As she got closer, she picked up more and more features. It was a lush jungle island with sandy beaches. Quickly, Rainbow Dash scanned for more features she remembered from the journal. There! A wall of cliffs. And hiding just behind the clouds, a mountain rose from the trees. Its stoney face was dotted with green plantlife like mold on an old piece of bread.
That has to be it. Rainbow Dash thought. Hope and giddiness swelled in her chest, and a smile spread on her face. Her throat tightened as she got close enough to pick out individual trees. Gilda could be here! Is she still alive?
Finally, at long last, Rainbow Dash could get the answers she needed. If there was no griffon to be found, and this wasn’t the island after all, at least she could rest here before plotting a course back to civilization. And if Gilda was here? Well, then the real work of bringing her home would begin.
Seven years, almost eight, spent awake. An eternity without sleep for mortals. But for It, that is desirable. To slumber is to be vulnerable. To rest is to be inert. What is sleep but a temporary death to the world?
But now, with the help of Its loyal priestess, It would slumber no more. She serves It well, and does exactly as she is told. In turn, It rewards her.
Though It is awake, It is still weak. One high priestess alone does not make a cult. There needs to be worshippers. Only then can It be as It once was.
Fate smiles upon It! The lure has gotten a nibble. New life approaches, no doubt in search of Its priestess. A most promising development indeed...
All feelings of fatigue had been long forgotten by Rainbow Dash as she drew closer to the island. She was confident this was the island Gilda wrote about. There was only one thing missing before she could remove all doubt.
Once she was over the tallest trees of the island’s jungle canopy, the pegasus took pause. From east to west she scanned as much of it as she could see, and had to admit it was pretty scenic. Would make for a sweet resort.
Her attention turned to the island. Moving forward once more, Rainbow Dash circled around the green-dusted rock face. If her hunch was correct, it should be right about…
There! Like an ominous beacon, the harsh edges of a smooth stone structure emerged from around the mountain slope. Perched flush against the mountain was a plateau, upon which a dark, three-sided pyramid sat. Surrounding it was a complex of smaller buildings.
Again, Rainbow Dash stopped to take it all in. “Okay, there is no fricking way Gilda built all this by herself!” she scoffed. Even so, she swooped down for a closer look.
The pyramid was much larger up close. It had looked so much smaller from a distance. Though Rainbow Dash would never admit it, it was a little intimidating.
A weight settled in the pit of her stomach as she touched down in the courtyard. It was laid with flat, carved stone paths interspersed with manicured green spaces. In the largest space at the center of the courtyard, a lone palm tree stood tall. Somecreature took good care of this place. But was it Gilda?
A thousand thoughts raced through the brash pegasus’s head as she hazarded to explore the courtyard. Could Gilda have built this? Was she embellishing in the journal? Had she even written it to begin with, or was somecreature impersonating her to get her out here? That last thought was one she chose not to dwell on.
She stood at the base of the stairs leading up the pyramid now. No matter how she swallowed, the lump in her throat stubbornly remained lodged in place. Finally, she was able to muster the courage to speak.
“Gilda?” Rainbow Dash called. She then frowned. Her voice was a lot smaller and squeakier than usual. Taking a deep breath, she tried again. “Gilda?” That time her voice carried.
Even so, there was no reply. Only the distant echo of tropical birdsong and the rustle of wind through the fronds of the lone palm tree could be heard. After a few moments, Rainbow Dash took off and began a slow flight around the temple complex.
Unable to find anycreature else present, Rainbow Dash decided to widen her search. She checked the stairs leading up the mountain to the temple next. From there, she tried the vast plains of tall grass. There was no sign of Gilda.
The pegasus eventually had to land, as the fatigue in her wings finally caught up to her. She paused to take a drink from her canteen, then located an animal trail to follow. It took her across the field and towards the beginnings of the jungle. Rainbow Dash regarded the dark expanse of gnarled trees for a moment, then drew the machete slung across her hip. Like she’d told the shopkeeper, her costume was functional.
Rainbow Dash decided to try one more time at the opening of the treeline. “Gilda, are you in there? It’s me, Rainbow Dash! You can c-come out.” She cleared her throat. Weird of it to hitch like that.
The canopy blocked out much of the setting sun’s rays, and it was getting touch to see. Wandering through the dense foliage, Rainbow Dash’s mind began to play tricks. She hadn’t encountered any predators yet, which was good. Hopefully that shadow she thought she saw in the twisted branches above was her imagination.
A snap to her left caused Rainbow Dash to whirl about, machete raised above her head. The brightly colored bird of paradise foraging nearby cocked its head and stared at her, before going about its business once more.
Rainbow Dash chuckled nervously, then turned to continue down the path. Before she could even take a step. Something large and heavy landed behind her with a whump.
“FUCK!!!” yelled the pegasus. She pivoted and blindly swung her machete so hard, she lost her balance and fell on her rump. The blade she’d been using for protection fell to the forest floor a few feet away, but Rainbow Dash’s attention was taken up by the large figure looming over her.
Her eyes had adjusted just enough to the fading light to make out the giant before her. It was a griffon, looming a good seven feet tall, if not more. Rainbow Dash quickly took notice of just how built the new arrival was. Thick, meaty slabs of rock-hard muscle bulged from the griffon’s arms and legs. Abdominals like bricks were stacked one atop the other to support a stocky torso. The neck was supported on either side by the gentle swell of a well-developed pair of traps.
The griffon was also unmistakably female. Her silhouette was defined by a ridiculous set of curves that would put any porn star to shame. And it was all on full display; not a scrap of clothing hid any of her feminine glory. True, she wore many simple accessories - the wooden bangles on her wrists and ankles, the seashells strung around her wide hips, the necklaces of bone and stone around her neck, a lone tropical flower perched in the part of her shoulder-length headfeathers, and a woven bracelet around her right bicep - but these only served to accentuate her nudity even more.
On the subject of accessories, the most prominent were the shiny golden rings run through her freakishly fat, dark nipples. They seemed to almost glow in the evening light from their place upon the jaw-droppingly large breasts held aloft by an equally impressive pair of pecs.
Rainbow Dash wanted to say something, anything. But no words would come. The hulking, monstrous avian woman took a step towards Rainbow Dash, then knelt down in front of her. As the pegasus gazed into the stern face looking back at her, dawning recognition drained the color from her cheeks.
“G-Gilda?”
The griffon's predatory gaze softened, then seamlessly melted into one of equal recognition, with no small helping of joy on the side.
Time seemed to stand still. Neither pony nor griffon moved for the longest time as they stared at each other. Finally, it was the griffon who made the first move. Still smiling serenely, she dropped her other knee to the ground and spread her incredibly buff arms wide. That was all it took to spur Rainbow Dash into action.
“Gilda!” she cried out as she scrambled to her feet and lunged forward into the other’s arms. The pegasus collided with her old friend hard enough to knock the wind of out herself. With all that muscle, it was like running into a brick wall. Fortunately, those massive pillowy breasts were more than enough to cushion her on impact. Rainbow Dash hardly noticed in the moment how her neck and part of her face sank into Gilda’s cleavage as the griffon took her up in a warm embrace. She did notice, however, the raw strength in those muscular arms, as well as the sheer amount of mass in her ribs and back as the pegasus threw her arms around them.
This close to Gilda, her natural scent was very prominent. Rainbow Dash tried to make a mental note to get the griffon a proper bath once they were back to civilization. But that was hardly a concern at this moment, which she would’ve liked to last forever.
“I knew you would come for me,” Gilda finally said. Rainbow Dash’s ear twitched. It was strange to hear her friend’s voice without its usual gruff, tomboyish tone. Now it was smooth, silky, and almost sing-song. That was weird, but after so many years without speaking to Gilda at all she would take what she could get.
Rainbow Dash craned her neck up to rest her chin on Gilda’s collarbone as she beamed. “Well no duh! I’m not gonna let one argument keep me from finding you,” she paused for a moment and looked down, then back up. “Holy shit, you’re taller than I remember. Stronger too!”
Gilda giggled, something else that felt just plain wrong to the pegasus. “Of course I am! Life on this island has been good to me. This body was a blessing bestowed upon me…” she trailed off. Rainbow Dash waited for her to continue, but she changed the subject. “Every day since I cast my journal out to sea, I have waited for someone to answer my invitation. I’m so happy that it was you.”
“It’s a good thing your journal turned up in Equestria,” said Dash, “Nopony else seemed to want to believe it. Otherwise I’d h-have...have never-” It was at that moment that years of grief and regret finally caught up with Rainbow Dash and hit her like a fully loaded freight train.
The pegasus choked back a sob and buried her face in the soft, fluffy plumage on Gilda’s chest. The griffon said nothing. She slipped Rainbow Dash out of her backpack and let it drop to the forest floor. Her strong hands then rubbed circles along the pegasus’s back as she let it all out. Rainbow Dash tried to hug Gilda in a vice grip, but there was just too much muscle and curves there for her to get enough leverage with her comparatively scrawny arms.
They stayed like that for several minutes. The only sounds were those of the jungle, and Rainbow Dash’s muffled wails buried in Gilda’s feathers. Gilda bowed her head to gently preen the pegasus’s mane. Rainbow Dash unconsciously pushed up into the griffon’s beak.
After what felt like an eternity in Gilda’s arms, Rainbow Dash’s outpouring of emotion finally began to wind down. With a soft hiccup, she pulled her head away from the griffon’s broad chest, then stepped back as Gilda released her. Gilda’s hands came up to cup Dash’s cheeks, her thumbs wiping away the tracks of tears running down her face.
Rainbow Dash sniffled loudly before daring to speak. “Wow. Heh, I don’t think I’ve ugly cried like that since…” she wracked her brain, “...ever.”
Gilda lightly kissed Rainbow Dash’s forehead before standing to her full height. This close, it hit the pegasus just how massive the griffon had become since the last time they’d met. Her cheeks flushed upon remembering the griffon was completely nude. It was bad enough having such massive breasts and wide, pierced nipples fully exposed at eye level. But when Dash tried to avert her eyes, her gaze ended up finding and locking onto Gilda’s snatch.
The griffon’s clit and labia were engorged and easily visible through her pubes. Not only that, but they glistened with arousal in the fading light. Rainbow Dash only blushed harder, and settled for finding a tree behind Gilda to focus on. A tell-tale heat was beginning to pool in her stomach, and that wasn’t something she wanted to be feeling right now.
Even so, Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but remark, “Heh, you really weren’t exaggerating when you described how much you’d changed in the book. You sound a lot different too.”
Gilda nodded sagely. “And for the better, I might add,” she said. “You must be tired from your long journey. Come, I will take you back to the temple. My bed is set up there.”
Before Rainbow Dash could argue, Gilda had scooped her up into those mighty arms as if she weighed nothing. The pegasus squeaked in protest, but then found herself melting in the griffon’s grasp. When was the last time somecreature had carried her like this? Likely not since she was a foal. As the back of her head rested on a bicep the size of a watermelon, she found herself completely relaxed.
She drifted in and out of semi-consciousness as Gilda carried her back to the temple. The way she was held and rocked with each heavy footfall was oddly comforting. Even out of the jungle and approaching the mountain, it was getting dark. Rainbow Dash lazily turned her head to see the stairs leading up to the temple. To her surprise, the way was lit by torches. When had those gotten there?
The pegasus didn’t dwell too much on it as she was taken back into the temple complex. Gilda went to one of the outbuildings and stepped inside. The room was lit by a few homemade candles. A crude wooden bedframe took up one corner, and held an equally crude mattress that was little more than piled up palm fronds and leaves. Almost like a giant bird’s nest.
As Rainbow Dash found herself set down in the remarkably soft leaf pile, she noticed that the back of her shirt was damp. The cause became readily apparent as Gilda loomed over her. Those plump, juicy nipples steadily dribbled milk down her expansive rack. That’s right, she had mentioned she was lactating in her journal.
Under almost every other circumstance, this would be awkward. But Rainbow Dash couldn’t find it in herself to mind. All that mattered right now is that she had her friend back. That, and she was rather fatigued from the flight. The pegasus had to stifle a yawn.
“I suppose it is getting late,” she said, “Maybe I should get a good night’s sleep. Then we can spend tomorrow catching up.” She hummed contentedly as she felt Gilda’s fingers stroking through her mane. Normally she wasn’t the affectionate type, but for the long-lost griffon, she’d make an exception. Plus, it felt good.
“Of course, Dash,” said Gilda as she crawled into the bed with the pegasus. She pulled Rainbow Dash into a spooning position as Dash took off her hiking boots, socks, and utility belt. All were dropped unceremoniously over the side to the stone floor below. Dash then unbuttoned her shirt and tossed that over the side. The gear filling the pockets would get uncomfortable. Plus, she had a cotton t-shirt underneath.
Rainbow Dash nestled back against her friend. That soft fur and those large, milky boobs made for an excellent pillow. The room was plunged into darkness as Gilda blew out the candles perched on a ledge build into the wall. “Guess this is goodnight, huh?” she said.
“If you want,” said Gilda, “I’m just happy to be close to you.” One hand continued to stroke through Rainbow Dash’s mane and over her ears. The other was resting on the pegasus’s flat stomach and rubbing up and down.
It vaguely occurred to Rainbow Dash that this was probably not appropriate behavior for a platonic friend. But she was too tired to care. Besides, Gilda was probably touch-starved. And the pegasus had to admit that it felt good to be touched like this. That heat in her stomach was ramping up. She propped up one leg as she felt it spread down to her groin. Blame the heat of the jungle, the soft touches, or the emotional rollercoaster of the past hour, but the pegasus found herself turned on.
Gilda seemed to pick up on that right away. Now she was kissing along Dash’s neck and jawline, and occasionally nipping at her ears. Both hands were now stroking down the pegasus’s belly. “Nnnnnh~” groaned Rainbow Dash, “That...that feels nice.”
The griffon only responded with a deep, rumbling purr. Rainbow Dash nestled back against her. The sounds were soothing, and those alone could lull her to sleep. She was snapped back to consciousness when she felt her shorts being unbuttoned. “Um, Gilda?” she murmured.
“Hmm?” said Gilda as her talons slipped below the waistband of Dash’s underwear.
“I think that-oooooooh, fuck that’s good,” Rainbow Dash groaned. Her pussy was already hot and damp from the close contact. Gilda’s scaled fingertips running over her lower lips was like electricity up the pegasus’s spine. Her propped up leg kicked out involuntarily, and her back arched in pleasure.
Gilda chuckled softly and nibbled affectionately on Dash’s ear as she intensified the fingering. Two fingers stroked over her labia while the middle finger slipped inside. Every so often it would emerge to tease along the pony’s clit.
Rainbow Dash groaned and panted. It had been over a week since she’d last gotten off. She’d been so busy planning her search for the island that she really hadn’t had the time or the motivation. As a result, the gentle touch between her legs was all that was needed to remind her she was pent up.
Her head tilted back as she pressed harder against Gilda. Her snout bumped into the griffon’s beak. Without even thinking, she eagerly kissed it, and Gilda readily obliged her. Her tongue found the other woman’s thinner, avian one and flickered over and around it. Her arms came back to grasp at Gilda’s meaty neck, and her hips bucked against the griffon’s tender talons.
The fingering and the making out was all it took to send Dash rocketing towards the edge. She’d always had a bit of a hair-trigger when it came to orgasms, and this would certainly be no exception. Rainbow Dash broke the kiss and cried out in delight. Her whole body went stiff as her cunt throbbed intensely. Hot, sticky girlcum slicked Gilda’s fingers, and left a warm damp spot in the pegasus’s underwear.
As Rainbow Dash’s body relaxed, and she panted excitedly, Gilda brought her hand up to lick her fingers clean. Her old friend tasted delicious. Before the griffon could say anything, the pegasus was drifting off to sleep.
Gilda regarded Rainbow Dash for a long time as her breathing slowed and her consciousness left her. She then laid down and planted one final kiss on the pegasus’s neck. “Rest well, my darling Dash,” she whispered, “You’ve had a busy day. There is so much to show you in the morning.” With that, she settled in for sleep to claim her as well.
Rainbow Dash awoke to a cool morning. The gentle light of dawn filtered into the bedroom. She grumbled in her semi-consciousness and shifted. It was at that moment she realized her cargo shorts and briefs were down around her ankles. More than that, she felt a warm body between her legs. Most apparent of all, the owner of that warm body was pressed to her snatch vigorously eating her out.
“Ahhhhh~” groaned Rainbow Dash, “Fuck, AJ, of all the ways to wake me up early, this has gotta be my favorite.” She relaxed back in bed, her eyelids too heavy to open just yet. Her legs curled over her lover’s burly shoulders to squeeze her head. Those soft, fluffy feathers tickled at her thighs. Wait, fluffy feathers?
Rainbow Dash’s eyes flew open. They took a moment to adjust to the morning light, but she quickly remembered. This wasn’t her bedroom, but Gilda’s. She found the island the griffon was living on. And that meant…
The pegasus looked down. Sure enough, the hulking, ridiculously endowed goddess of a griffon was draped over the end of the bed. Her beak was planted firmly in Rainbow Dash’s snatch. That thin avian tongue lapped enthusiastically at her folds. So skilled was she that Dash couldn’t resist a moan of pleasure. Her hips bucked involuntarily as Gilda found a particularly sweet spot.
“Aghhh, Gilda. Hold up a second, I...Actually, yeah keep going a bit.” Her athletic legs squeezed tighter around the griffon’s head while she put her arms behind her head to enjoy the free session. Dash’s hips rolled in a steady rhythm as Gilda worked her closer and closer to the edge.
It was too bad that Gilda’s bed didn’t have proper sheets. Gripping onto a bunch of tropical leaves just wasn’t as satisfying while getting off. Still, Rainbow Dash made do with what she had. The pegasus’s back arched and she loudly gasped. Gilda hummed softly beneath her as she lapped up the sweet juices rushing forth to meet her tongue.
Panting and fully awake now, Rainbow Dash extracted herself from the griffon’s arms and head and rolled out of bed. She unceremoniously tugged up her shorts and underwear, then picked her belt off the floor. “Well, um, morning,” she murmured. Why was it so hard for her to look Gilda in the eye?
“Good morning, Rainbow Dash,” said Gilda in that sweet, sing-song voice. The amazonian griffon stood up to tower over the pony before her, “Did you sleep well?”
“Could’ve been longer, but yeah,” said the pegasus. That fingerjob Gilda had given her last night had knocked her out. She wasn’t about to give that credit though, lest she get in deeper trouble than she already was. A shudder ran down her spine. It wasn’t even her second anniversary and here she was already running around on Applejack with another woman.
No, she’d deal with that later. This was the island’s fault. Once both of them were back out to sea, it’d be an awkward encounter they’d never have to talk about again. Thus resolved, Rainbow Dash squared her shoulders and turned to look at the alluring griffon.
“Hey Gilda, thanks for letting me crash for the night. The flight out here took a lot outta me. Anyways, I’m really happy you’re alive.”
Gilda stepped gracefully over to Dash as she spoke. Dash tried her best to ignore the way the griffon’s wide hips gracefully swayed, and that insanely erotic way her primitive jewelry tinkled as she moved. What she couldn’t ignore was the large, tender hands now rubbing over her shoulders.
“And I could not be happier to see you again,” cooed Gilda, “There is so much I want to show you!”
“Um, yeah about that,” Dash said, “I wanted to talk to you about why I’m here. See, I came to bring you home.”
The strong, voluptuous woman blinked and cocked her head. “Bring me home?”
“Yeah, you know, back to Equestria. I know you don’t wanna go back to Griffonstone, and I totally get it! I’m sure I could find somewhere to put you up in Ponyville for a while, until you’re adapted to civilization again.” Rainbow Dash then chuckled, and finally found the resolve to make eye contact. “There’s just one condition. I really appreciate the apology to me, Pinkie, and Fluttershy in your journal. If you can deliver it to all three of us in-person, you’ll be welcome back. Pinkie will want to throw a party of course. And I Pinkie Promise no pranks this time!”
There were several seconds of awkward silence. Gilda just continued to stare perplexedly at Rainbow Dash. The pegasus started to shuffle uncomfortably as the silence dragged on. Before she could say anything else, Gilda spoke.
“I don’t understand,” said the griffon, “I am home, Rainbow Dash. Why would I leave my home behind?”
Rainbow Dash sighed and ran a hand through her multicolored mane. Of course it would have been too easy. Gilda was going to take some convincing.
“Look, it’s cool that you’ve carved a life out for yourself here, but you’re all alone! Nocreature should have to live life by themself. Come back to Ponyville with me. We’ve got indoor plumbing and electricity! We’ve got all sorts of fancy food. You gotta try Applejack’s fritters. They’re Granny Smith’s secret recipe!”
Gilda only looked even more confused. “Why would I need plumbing, electricity or fritters when The Spirit provides me with everything I need? The island provides me with food and clean water. The temple provides me shelter and a warm bed. And The Spirit sees to all of this. It even blessed me with the magnificent body you see here.”
The griffon curled her arms and flexed for emphasis. Her massive biceps bulged outward, and Rainbow Dash once again found herself averting her gaze. Why was this turning her on???
“Serving The Spirit has brought me fulfillment,” Gilda continued, “And the only thing missing was companionship. You have solved that problem.” The griffon pulled Rainbow Dash into an embrace. The pegasus tensed, but didn’t fight back. Something told her that might be a bad idea. Plus, a strong pair of arms around her did feel really nice.
“Your home is my home, Dash. We will serve The Spirit together. You will not want for anything. Your body will grow strong and prosperous, perfect in every way.” Her hands rubbed up and down Rainbow Dash’s back. “You’ll know pleasure unending here. I said as much in my final entry. We’ll be lovers, Rainbow Dash. Doesn’t that sound beautiful?”
At this, Rainbow Dash finally wriggled out of the embrace. “Let me stop you right there. Gilda, I love you, but not in that way. You’re a good friend to me, not a lover.” She approached again and reached up to touch Gilda’s shoulder. She had to strain her arm just to reach. “And I have a marefriend now. I’ve been with Applejack for almost two years. As good as you are at sex, it doesn’t make us lovers. And I’d appreciate if we stopped doing it, because I already feel guilty enough over what we did last night and this morning.”
When Gilda didn’t respond, Rainbow Dash huffed and began looking around the floor. “Okay, where the Hell are my shirt and boots?”
“I discarded them for you,” said Gilda, “You’ll have no need for clothes here. They will only make you uncomfortable. I was going to help you adjust by doing away with a few articles at a time.”
“Oh for - Gilda, I am not staying here!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed. Her fingers gripped her rainbow locks in aggravation. “I came here to get you off the island, not to join you.” She pointed a finger at the Amazon. “Look, you got a smoking hot body out of the deal, and I can appreciate that. But what kind of life is living out in the middle of nowhere worshipping some fake god? Where’s the badass griffon I knew in Junior Speedsters? I know that’s what you are deep down. This ‘Spirit’ is messing with your head!”
After another pause, Gilda interjected. “The griffon called Gilda left the island many years ago. It’s amusing you still call me by the name of a creature long dead. You may certainly call me what you like, but I am The Griffon of Paradise - keeper of the island and High Priestess of the Spirit.”
Rainbow Dash’s eye twitched, and her teeth clenched in a fierce snarl. “Celestia-fucking-dammit, Gilda! Your head’s further up your ass than I thought.” With a louder huff, she grabbed her backpack from the corner of the room and traipsed out barefoot into the courtyard.
“I’m gonna go get backup,” she shot over her shoulder as she shouldered her pack. “We’ll drag you off this island kicking and screaming if we have to.” Rainbow Dash’s whole body tensed as she looked back at Gilda. She was certain that the griffon would lunge at her, do something to stop her from taking off. And if she did, it would be a fight she was unlikely to win.
But Gilda didn’t make any move from the doorway. Instead, she only leaned against the frame, looking forlorn. Her meaty arms folded over her impressive rack, which ended up squishing them together and sending rivulets of milk running down them and her belly.
Rainbow Dash’s expression softened. “Look, this isn’t goodbye,” she said, “But we can’t stay here. I’ll get you the help you need. You’ll still be here when I get back, right?” Gilda only nodded in response.
Nodding back in turn, Rainbow Dash crouched down, then leapt into the air. Within minutes, she was soaring into the clouds and leaving the island behind. Once the island was almost obscured by the horizon, Dash took out her compass. Much to her chagrin, the needle was spinning loose and lazily. Occasionally it would stop and quiver, before switching directions.
The pegasus growled in exasperation and set down on a cloud to fiddle with it. Nothing she tried helped. It was almost like there was no magnetic pull to guide it.
An uncomfortable sense that she was in over her head pulled at the back of Rainbow Dash’s mind. She looked back toward the barely visible island. If she got lost on the open ocean, she’d be in really big danger.
Stowing the compass, Rainbow Dash leapt off the cloud and started heading back to the island. It didn’t escape her how the trip back didn’t seem to take as long as the trip out to sea. Setting that realization aside for now, she circled over the temple and landed in the courtyard once more.
“You’ve come back!” Gilda exclaimed as she descended the temple stairs.
“Yeah yeah, but not for long,” Rainbow Dash grumbled. “My compass isn’t working right. Gonna wait for nightfall before I try again. I’ll be able to navigate by the stars then.”
Suddenly, the pegasus felt Gilda embracing her from behind. She wanted to tense up, but the feeling of those hard muscles and soft breasts enveloping her made it impossible not to melt.
“Then at least let me show you around the island,” Gilda said, “There is much to see, and you could use something to do to pass the time until evening.”
Rainbow Dash sighed. She had her there. “Sure, go ahead and show me around. Just know I’m not staying the night again.”
Gilda squeaked in delight. That made Rainbow Dash cringe. The noises coming out of the buff avian were ones the Gilda she knew wouldn’t be caught dead making. Even so, she didn’t resist when the so-called “Griffon of Paradise” took her by the hand and led her off outside the temple complex at a brisk pace.
Princess Twilight Sparkle’s office was a flurry of activity. Books hung suspended in magenta auras, open to various pages. Twilight stood among them, moving from book to book. Occasionally she would either job down notes in a rapidly filling notebook, or add to a sprawl of equations and graphs on a large whiteboard now taking up most of one wall.
It had been three days since Twilight had briefed the others on the island. It was indeed real, and its existence denied for very good reason. Rainbow Dash was likely already on the island, and they did not have much time to rescue her. All five of them were now hastily planning what was likely to be their most ambitious mission yet.
There was one pony who was keenly aware of the urgency of the situation. “Twi?” Applejack called as she knocked on the open door.
“It’s open,” Twilight replied without looking up from her books.
The farmpony stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “Look Sugarcube, we need to talk about - Wait, have you gotten any sleep since we started?”
Twilight looked up. Her eyes were bloodshot and lined with bags. Her mane and tail matted and unkempt. Her blazer had been cast aside, and it looked like she hadn’t changed clothes in a while.
“Oh, here and there,” Twilight said, a dopey half-smile on her face, “I’ll pass out for a few minutes from time to time, then get right back to it.”
Applejack shook her head, “That’s what Ah wanted to talk about. You’re gonna work yourself half to death with these preparations. Ah’m as worried sick about Rainbow Dash as anypony else, but you being exhausted isn’t gonna help her none.”
“I know!” Twilight exclaimed, throwing her hands up, “But this island isn’t like anything we’ve faced before. This ‘Spirit’ isn’t corporeal or even semi-corporeal. It doesn’t reason or empathize like an intelligent being. If we go in there without a full understanding of the magic at work, we will be stuck there for the rest of our lives, just like Rainbow Dash and Gilda.”
“Ah understand that, Twi,” Applejack conceded, “But could the rest of us at least help a bit more? You’re takin’ an awful lot of the work on yourself.”
Twilight rubbed her temples and sighed. A few of the floating books snapped shut and returned to rest on her desk. “I’m responsible for this mess,” she murmured, “If I hadn’t given in to Rainbow Dash bugging me to read that - that - that diary,” she practically spat the word, “none of this would have f - have happened.”
“Twi, we’re all friends here. If you gotta cuss, go for it.” That got a brief chuckle out of both mares. Even so, Twilight shook her head.
The alicorn princess shuffled back around her desk and slumped into her seat. “I thought if I just removed the pages where Gilda mentioned their foalhood and that wristwatch, it would be easier to convince Dash it was fake. We can see how that turned out.” Twilight’s head came down to rest on the desk, perhaps a little harder than she intended, which made Applejack wince.
“I should’ve burned the journal as soon as I’d finished reading it,” she groaned, her voice muffled by the mahogany in her face. “Otherwise your marefriend would still be here.”
A pair of hands resting on the desk made Twilight look up. Applejack was now leaning over her.
“Twilight, Ah won’t sugarcoat it. Ah’m mighty unhappy that you lied not only to Rainbow Dash, but to all of Equestria. Ah had my suspicions when Ah read your big announcement saying this thing was a hoax. You’ve got your tells, sugarcube. Everypony does.
“But Ah also know just how stubborn Rainbow Dash can be when she gets an idea in her head. Ah get the feeling that regardless of what you tried, she’d probably take it upon herself to look for Gilda. Look, you said that this island thing’s like a virus, right? That it seeks out creatures to come to the island to become worshippers?” Twilight nodded, and Applejack continued. “Then for all its lack of reasoning skills, it still had plans to get Dash to the island one way or another. Burning the journal first thing likely would only have delayed it.”
Twilight got up from her desk while Applejack wrapped up. “But what’s done is done, and we can’t turn back time. All we can do now is get Rainbow Dash back.” The farmpony took the princess’s hands in hers. “You can make it up to us for lying later, but right now, we have a pegasus to bring home. Please don’t try to set this up alone. Let me and the girls help you.”
The alicorn could only return with a watery smile. Applejack nodded, then turned her attention over to the whiteboard. “What’s all this you’re working on?”
“Oh! Um, thaumaturgy mostly. A lot of advanced magic involves heavy mathematics. I need to figure out all the right wards and counters for our trip to the island. Celestia’s agreed to lend us an airship, but it doesn’t have any enchantments and the island has a lot of passive magical properties.”
Applejack scrutinized the equations for a moment. Then she picked up the marker, rubbed out a few numbers, and corrected them.
Twilight recoiled in alarm and ran over to join Applejack. “Wait! What are you -” then she looked at the correction the farmpony had made. “Huh.”
Applejack chuckled warmly and clapped the alicorn on the back hard enough to stagger her. “Country ain’t dumb, Twi. You gotta have a good head for numbers if you wanna run a farm. Ah might not know that much about unicorn magic, but Ah can see when you’re botchin’ up the calculatin’ from lack of sleep.”
Twilight chuckled sheepishly. “Y-you’re right. I really do need some rest. Let’s go find the others. I’ve got to do some delegating.” She smoothed her shirt and dress out as best she could, then made her way out to the map room with Applejack in tow.
Just hold on until nighttime. Just hold on until nighttime. Just. Hold. On.
Two hours in and Rainbow Dash was nearing her breaking point. Gilda had made good on her desire to show the pegasus around the island that had been her home for the past seven years. It definitely passed the time, but to Rainbow Dash it felt like an eternity.
A thorough tour of the temple itself was first on the list. Gilda had enthusiastically shown her the altar where she “offers” herself to the Spirit a few times each month. Rainbow Dash wasn’t sure she wanted to find out what that entailed, regardless of whether it was fun.
The rest of the temple hadn’t been all that interesting, and Rainbow Dash had only been half paying attention as Gilda explained the paintings on the wall and how The Spirit sustained itself through worship. Whatever, this wasn’t something the pegasus was going along with. She’d be out of here as soon as it was dark enough to see the stars!
As the tour extended out to the rest of the island, Rainbow Dash grew increasingly more agitated. Not so much out of boredom, however. The bits where Gilda described her early days of survival on the island did grab Rainbow Dash’s attention. Had the griffon not ended up the way she was now, she’d be able to offer her congratulations at being such a badass.
No, rather than boredom it was the simple matter of just how horny the pegasus was getting. Her cheeks were flushed, and sweat ran in rivulets down her face. Her cotton white undershirt had grown damp with sweat, and she could only hope that the warm wetness she felt in her shorts was more of the same.
It didn’t help that the twisted griffon that used to be her best friend was stark naked in front of her at all times! Whenever she led the way to the next stop on the tour, her padded, muscular ass bounced and swayed right in Rainbow Dash’s line of side. The incredible swell of her massive round tits peeked out as they wobbled from side to side with each step the griffon took, even though they were facing away from Dash.
And then there was Gilda’s muscles. Holy crap was she built! Whenever Rainbow Dash wasn’t following the way the griffon’s rump moved, she was marveling at the slabs of thick meat stretching out her hide. She could see the way her veins pulsed her arms, legs, and back. And then Gilda would turn back to face her as she explained where they were, and the poor pegasus would get a full, long look at that huge milky rack and the brick wall that was her abs.
It was all a big tease to the pegasus, and she found herself tasting blood from how hard she’d been biting her lip for the past several minutes.
“Are you alright?”
“Huh???” Rainbow Dash started out of her reverie. Shaking her head, she looked up at Gilda’s face (with considerable effort). “You say something?”
“I said, are you alright?” repeated the griffon, “You look very flush, and I can sense how hot you are from here. You know, if you would dispense with the rest of your clothing, you’d be much more comfortable,” despite how seductive that sounded, it was likely that Gilda meant it in earnest. “It was a great relief for me once I finally learned to let go of them.”
Gilda stretched out and slid her arms behind her head for emphasis as she presented her bare glory to Rainbow Dash. Glistening beads of sweat lingered on the griffon’s hide, helping to accentuate the abundance of muscle and curves she had to offer. She stood up on her toes as she stretched, making her plump calves tighten and bulge until they were plenty visible even with her shins in the way.
Rainbow Dash swallowed hard. There was a tightness in her stomach, and a burning between her legs she could hardly ignore. It was tempting, so very tempting to give in and try it. Who was going to judge her, Gilda? Hardly!
No, she wasn’t here to play sexy games. She was just here to get Gilda off the island and back to Equestria. Besides, she already had a marefriend. A marefriend she’d cheated on less than 24 hours since coming to the island. Rainbow Dash grimaced at that realization. “Ffffffffuck,” she breathed.
“You want to fuck? I’d be delighted!” chirped Gilda, as she bounded nimbly over to the pegasus. It was surprising how dextrous she was despite all that muscle packed onto her frame.
“No no no wait, I didn’t mean - mmmph!” Rainbow Dash’s hasty protest was abruptly cut off as her face got planted firmly in Gilda’s cleavage. Funny that she somehow kept ending up back here. She weakly fumbled against the lusty griffon’s grasp, but for all her athleticism she couldn’t hope to overcome magically enhanced strength like this.
Gilda was preening her mane again. Worse, it felt amazing. Rainbow Dash relaxed in the griffon’s grasp as she let out a muffled groan. Trapped between her heavy tits, the pegasus had no choice but to take in her scent. Rainbow Dash had been disgusted at first, but strangely enough, it had started to grow on her after a night cuddled up with the griffon in bed. As her breathing slowed, she found herself inhaling more and more through her nose.
Just as suddenly as Rainbow Dash’s head had been enveloped in boobflesh, she found it freed once more. The griffon’s breasts swayed lightly in front of her, the plump nipples crowning them weeping a steady stream of milk.
Before Rainbow Dash could do anything else, she found herself pressed up against a tree trunk. Gilda’s strong arms lifted her until her feet were off the ground. Then, she leaned in and began to kiss the pegasus along the neck and jaw.
“Ahhh~” moaned Rainbow Dash. It was uncharacteristically girly for her, but at the moment everything just felt too good. The humid tropical air really was starting to get to her. So when she felt Gilda unbuttoning her shorts and pushing up her undershirt, she wasn’t too concerned.
With one large hand still pinning Rainbow Dash to the tree, the other stroked along her bared side and belly. Her scaled fingers tested the hardness and prominence of the pegasus’s abs. Her lifestyle gave her a faint but respectable six pack. But they could be so much more.
Rainbow Dash’s toes curled and she arched her back against the unusually smooth back of the tree as Gilda explored her body further, all while still pecking along the sensitive skin of her neck. She felt the griffon unhook her sports bra underneath her shirt, then slide her fingers up over each of her breasts in turn.
While not completely flat, Rainbow Dash did not impress where curves were concerned. She barely managed a B-cup at most. Gilda didn’t seem to mind, however. Dash cracked an eyelid to see the griffon smiling serenely as she flicked her fingers over each of the pegasus’s pert, dark blue nipples. It sounded like she was purring too.
“You are quite beautiful, Rainbow Dash,” Gilda cooed, “But The Spirit can make you even more so. Let It in, and you will be unrivaled in strength and allure! Except, of course, by me,” she ended with a giggle.
“Nnngh, I don’t care about being strong, you dip. I care about being faa--haa-haaaaaast!” Rainbow Dash’s protest trailed off into another moan as Gilda’s fingers traced down her tummy and dove into the waistband of her underwear. Once again the griffon was fingering her, and the pegasus was putty in her hands. Her shorts had slid off and onto the forest floor below, but Rainbow Dash hardly even noticed.
Then, Gilda stooped down and lifted Rainbow Dash’s legs up onto her shoulders. Those massive traps and deltoids had no trouble supporting her weight. The pegasus obligingly spread her legs without thinking. She could hardly think about anything other than the aching need smouldering between them. Gilda’s beak prodded at her mound through her soaking wet panties, and she gasped. The griffon rumbled happily in response.
Suddenly, Gilda’s powerful hands gripped Rainbow Dash’s thighs, and her beak expertly hooked through the hem of her underwear. With a ferocious growl and a few jerks of her head, the stretchy fabric strained and tore, until Gilda had ripped them clean off.
With the inconvenient article now out of the way, Gilda moved in and pressed her beak to Rainbow Dash’s pussy. The pegasus gasped and cried out in pleasure as the griffon lapped at her folds with that talented tongue.
“Gah! Fuck! Gilda’s, that’s-Ah! Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare stop!” Rainbow Dash cried. Fortunately for her, that spurred the griffon on further. Rainbow Dash bucked her hips as best she could, though the current position pinned against the tree was a bit awkward. Her arms reached back to grip the trunk and anchor her into place while Gilda ate her out.
The combination of Gilda’s dextrous tongue, the vibrations of her purrs and growls, and Rainbow Dash’s sheer arousal were enough to set her off in a matter of minutes. Her wings sprang out from behind her back as she screamed hoarsely. Her cunt throbbed and rewarded Gilda with a generous helping of girlcum.
Unlike that morning, Rainbow Dash wasn’t done. Neither was Gilda. Before the pegasus even had a chance to come down, Gilda was assaulting her snatch once more. She prodded and probed in places Dash never even knew were there, and slipped inside to seek out as many sensitive spots as she could.
The griffon’s thorough exploration was able to wring three more orgasms out of the pegasus before she was satisfied with her work. Afterwards, she pulled away, then gently let Rainbow Dash back down to the ground.
Almost immediately, Rainbow Dash sprang up to reach Gilda’s shoulders and throw her arms around them. Her lips found the griffon’s beak and kissed her passionately. She could taste her own nectar on the griffon’s tongue, a taste she never had the nerve to sample until now.
Despite the sweat trailing down both their bodies, Rainbow Dash’s was lined with goosebumps. The sheer wildness, the naughtiness of it all was driving the pegasus nuts. Thoughts of her plans for the evening had long sailed out the window. There was something else she felt like she was forgetting, but at the moment she only wanted more of the griffon before her.
Gilda broke the kiss, and chuckled at the look of pure lust she got from the panting pegasus. “Oh my, it looks like somepony is excited,” she purred, “Perhaps you would like to return the favor?”
Rainbow Dash silently nodded. Her hands came up and found the griffon’s nipples. Her fingers looped through those golden ring piercings and tugged. Gilda moaned in pleasure as milk gushed forth to soak Rainbow Dash’s shirt, which was still rolled up to expose her loose-hanging bra and breasts.
“I think,” Gilda continued, “I should show you the waterfall next. That’s where I bathe, and where we can have some more fun before we return to the temple.” She took a step back, then took Rainbow Dash by the hand.
Rainbow Dash stooped to pick up her shorts, then obligingly followed the griffon. After cumming so many times in a row, it was only fair that she returned the favor, right? As her orgasmic high slowly wore off, however, it began to occur to her that she was doing something she really shouldn’t be doing. She was letting somepony down, wasn’t she?
Before she could dwell further on that and come to her senses, Gilda pushed aside a tropical shrub and revealed the crystal-clear pool and the roaring waterfall further in the distance. The griffon then glanced back at Rainbow Dash, a blush on her cheeks and the distinct scent of feminine arousal in the air.
Once again Gilda led Rainbow Dash towards the waterfall, and the promise of more pleasure. Oh well, Rainbow Dash could figure out what she was supposed to be doing afterwards.
Stepping under the waterfall was something of a shock. Not just from the cold water, but the weight of the water crashing down over Rainbow Dash’s lithe frame almost swept her off her feet. She stumbled, but was caught by the hulking griffon joining her under the stream.
Gilda chuckled at the sight of the pegasus spluttering in her grasp, then took her out from underneath so she could regain her composure. “You remind me so much of myself when I first tried to bathe under the falls,” she said, her voice raised over the sound of the rushing water. “It’s not too difficult to figure out. You only need to know which rocks to stand on.”
Easy for you to say. Rainbow Dash thought to herself. A beefy wall of muscle like Gilda could shrug it off like it was nothing. The pegasus’s eyes kept finding their way back to the griffon’s impressively overdeveloped body. Partly because all that muscle was genuinely impressive, but a bigger part because of raw desire.
Rainbow Dash shook her head, and was starkly aware that she was every bit as bare as Gilda was. She glanced off to the side, where her remaining clothing lay in a heap next to the tropical jewelry the griffon usually wore. Then again, it was silly to be insecure now, given everything they’d already done up to this point.
Taking a shaky sigh, Rainbow Dash took Gilda’s offered hand and allowed her to guide her back under the water. She braced herself on the rock ledge at the places Gilda showed her, and with the griffon’s arms around her, she was able to stay upright.
Rainbow Dash stood for a moment to let the harsh water wash over her and scrub away most of the grime and the sweat from the day. Her hands came up to run through her mane. All the while, she struggled to ignore the burning in her loins, made all the hotter by Gilda’s strong hands planted on her narrow hips.
They didn’t say anything for several minutes. In that time, Rainbow Dash kept trying to remember what it was she was supposed to do afterwards. Those thoughts kept getting headed off by what she was about to do. It was only fair to return Gilda’s favor. Much to Rainbow Dash’s shame, she found herself looking forward to it.
Gilda pulled her in close, allowing the pegasus’s body to press flush against hers. Dash smiled sheepishly up at the amazonian griffon as her much smaller hands reached out to touch her abs. Gilda rumbled her approval. That feral sound send shivers through Rainbow Dash’s body.
“So, how do ya wanna do this?” asked Rainbow Dash.
Gilda leaned forward to block most of the water with her broad back. “I will remain standing. That way you may crouch without being swept into the water.”
Rainbow Dash nodded, then squatted down. Her right hand ran along Gilda’s thigh, eliciting another rumbling purr from the griffon. As she got in between her legs, it occurred to her that this was her first time up close and personal with Gilda’s snatch.
Her entire mound was covered in a thick, matted forest of deep brown pubic fur that tapered off into a treasure trail running between her abs up to her navel. Rainbow Dash had hooked up with mares before settling with Applejack, and she had never seen any woman as unshorn as Gilda was. Despite this, the griffon’s fat labia and bulging, prominent clit easily poked through the dense bush. Even under the constant rush of fresh water, the smell of Gilda’s musk was almost overpowering, and yet it gave the pegasus pleasurable goosebumps all over again.
From this close, Rainbow Dash could see just how wet Gilda’s pussy was. Since her arrival to the island, Gilda had made it no secret just how aroused she was all the time, and Dash kept catching glimpses of the wetness glistening between her legs. Now, with it front and center before her, she could see just how much Gilda’s cunt was drooling in anticipation.
Before Rainbow Dash could have second thoughts, she found herself leaning forward and pressing her snout into Gilda’s obscenely overdeveloped sex. Gilda shuddered and growled above the pegasus as upper lips met lower lips.
Rainbow Dash wasted no time in getting to work. Her tongue lapped over the griffon’s folds in slow, lazy circles. Every so often, her lips would find Gilda’s clit and close over it in a firm, suckling kiss. Her efforts were rewarded by a large influx of the griffon’s nectar. Cracking an eyelid, Dash was vaguely aware of Gilda’s arousal running down her legs, visible even through the rivulets of water washing down her hide.
Gilda was almost fully bent over Rainbow Dash, one hand on the rock face and shielding Dash from the flow of water. Her wide hips bucked against the pegasus’s face as she purred and cooed encouragement down to the other, much smaller woman.
As the minutes passed, the pegasus found herself getting more and more into it. She groaned into Gilda’s pussy as her left hand reached down to find her own. She rocked forward and back as she fingered herself, but her face never left Gilda’s crotch even for a moment.
The griffon’s breaths grew short and rapid. Her hips rolled quicker and more erratically. With a sudden shriek, she arched her back. Her burning hot cunt pulsed against Rainbow Dash’s mouth, which was then flooded by a sudden violent spurt of girlcum.
Rainbow Dash fell on her butt in surprise, and spluttered as a second gout of sex juice smacked her right in the face. Four, five, six, seven bursts of Gilda’s nectar squirted out from between her legs, plastering not only the pegasus’s face, but over her modest chest and toned belly.
Well, this is new. Rainbow Dash thought to herself. She knew some women could squirt, but never like this! On top of that, the pegasus couldn’t say she didn’t like it.
Before she could think any further, she felt herself being hoisted back up on her feet. Gilda had already recovered, and she was hungry for more. The griffon picked Rainbow Dash up to hug her between her titanic tits. She kissed and licked over the pegasus’s face, that avian tongue lapping up the juices coating it.
All reservations were gone, and Rainbow Dash enthusiastically returned the kisses. A sloppy makeout session ensued. Dash’s hands ran over the chiseled slabs of muscle on every part of Gilda’s body that she could reach. The warm wetness on her front intensified, and she could feel it running down her legs and off her toes. Even without looking, Dash knew that Gilda was lactating on her. Really, she should be disgusted. And yet, she only wanted more.
Finally, Gilda pulled back, and the two women got back to cleaning themselves up. That did not last long, as they were in each other’s arms again shortly enough.
All told, what would have been a quick bath took over an hour. Rainbow Dash experienced the power of Gilda’s amazonian orgasms several more times, and Gilda in turn coaxed a few more out of Dash. Once they’d finally managed to get clean without getting dirty all over again, Gilda invited Dash into the pool further away from the waterfall.
Rainbow Dash found the swim refreshing, as well as relaxing after all the flying she’d done the day before, as well as this morning. By the time she hoisted herself back up on the ledge and went to gather up her clothes, the sky had turned deep orange as the sun sank beneath the western horizon.
Gilda approached Dash as she was drying off and getting dressed. It felt weird putting shorts on with no underwear, but the only pair she had was now lying in shreds on the jungle floor. “Come back to the temple with me,” said Gilda, “I want to show you something.”
It was dark by the time the two women returned to the temple courtyard. Gilda made her way over to a patch of soft grass and laid down. She beckoned for Rainbow Dash to join her, and the pegasus readily obliged.
Rainbow Dash sighed in contentment as she lay down beside her old friend. The griffon’s muscular arms curled around her to hold her close. “Watch this,” she said, then closed her eyes.
Suddenly, all the torches lighting the temple complex dimmed, then extinguished. With their surroundings plunged into darkness, the night sky brilliantly stood out with billions upon billions of stars arranged in a tapestry of organized chaos. The hazy white band of the galaxy streaked across the sky.
Gilda giggled, before planting a kiss on the pegasus’s forehead. “It looks like this every night. Although I do not know whether your Princess Luna is responsible, if this is indeed her work, I hope that more take the time to appreciate it.”
“Yeah,” concurred Dash, “These days the city’s too bright for most ponies to really notice, and even then most are asleep.” The pegasus felt herself relaxing once more into her friend’s embrace. A thought clawed at the back of her mind. She’d planned to do something involving the stars. What was that again?
Her head rested lazily on Gilda’s bulging shoulder. Of course! She was going to watch the stars with her oldest, dearest friend Gilda. As Rainbow Dash’s eyelids grew heavy, she could feel Gilda already breathing deep and steady beside her. They’d both had a busy day. It was no wonder they were going to hit the sack early.
Rainbow Dash smiled hazily as she drifted off to sleep. Her last waking thought was that she should do this with Applejack sometime.
It was concerned, to say the least.
Progress on adapting the blue one to her new environment was progressing apace. Her sex drive was improving. New nerve endings were waking up all over her body to bring her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced before. Her muscles were twitching almost imperceptibly as microtears formed and mended at a rapid pace, gradually growing them larger. With the power It gained through Its priestess’s offerings, It was on track to transform the pegasus in a matter of days, rather than the months It took to change the griffon.
And yet, for all the progress It was making in granting the blue one a perfect, sensual body, Its efforts on reshaping her mind were stalling. While It had succeeded in clouding the pegasus’s attention span enough to distract her from trying to leave, Its attempts to erase her memories were not successful so far.
Severing her attachment to the orange pony occupying her mind was a top priority. But every time It attempted to wipe away those memories, they bled back through like a stain reappearing through a fresh coat of paint. The best It could do was obscure the memories, make the blue one forget for a little while. Its priestess helped distract her from Its work with sex, and what had been accomplished so far was helping her enjoy it, but she was resisting lasting changes to her mind. Even more concerning was how the subtle desires to offer herself to It just would not stick, no matter how many times It tried to plant them.
No matter, It would keep trying to work around the edges. This one clearly had a free spirit, and was more resilient than any other mortal It had met. Though this nut was tough to crack, it would crack all the same.
Rainbow Dash grumbled in irritation as she sat at the side of the pool where she and Gilda had gone swimming just the day before. The griffon was right; it made for an excellent mirror. The pegasus shuddered - in fear or arousal, she couldn’t tell - at the thought that this was where Gilda had stood as she inspected the gradual changes her body underwent during her stay on the island. And now, here she was doing the exact same thing.
Her body alternated between bursting with energy and fatigue, as if she were experiencing the effects of a hard workout and recovery all over the course of every hour. And it was starting to look that way too.
Rainbow Dash experimentally curled one arm, and lifted up her shirt. There was no denying it. Her muscles were much more defined than they were before, and they were slightly larger too. Her once modest six pack was now well-creased and visible even from a distance. It looked like something an amateur could achieve after a decade of lifting or so. True, Dash did do strength training on the regular back in Equestria, but she was an athlete, not a bodybuilder!
To make matters worse, she could feel a tightness in the skin around her breasts and her butt. Rainbow Dash was pretty sure that they were getting bigger too. She was afraid to feel them to test their volume, else she might end up touching herself for the rest of the day. The longer she stayed here, the hornier she got. It was getting to the point where she couldn’t keep her hands off Gilda whenever she was around!
Grunting in frustration, Rainbow Dash squeezed her eyes shut and batted at her reflection. She couldn’t look at herself anymore. Not just from how she was changing, but how her body was responding. Her nipples stuck out prominently through her shirt, and the urge to touch them was overwhelming. Gilda had “disposed of” Rainbow Dash’s bra while she wasn’t looking, and now she was just down to the shirt and shorts (which had the embarrassing tell of a prominent wet spot in the groin).
Gilda had been keeping up the peer pressure to get Rainbow Dash to relinquish the last of her clothing. She’d feel so much freer. She’d be more comfortable. Clothes just get in the way of sex! Rainbow Dash ran her fingers through her mane, which she noted was significantly longer than before. Those arguments were just becoming more and more tempting every time Gilda presented them, and with the griffon’s unnaturally smoking hot body on full display every time it was getting harder to say no!
That, more than anything else, was what brought Rainbow Dash out to the pool. She needed to get away from the griffon. True, she still saw her as a good friend, and was fully committed to getting her off the island somehow. But they couldn’t keep fucking like this. It felt good in the heat of the moment, but she’d feel like the scum of the Earth afterwards. What would Applejack think if she knew her marefriend was having hot and wild jungle sex with an estranged friend way out on an island somewhere?
The pegasus made her way over to a nearby tree and sat down against it with a sigh. “Celestia dammit, Gilda. Why the fuck do you have to be so hot?” Really, none of this should be turning her on. Then again, she suspected that the island was having an effect on her. Sure, she’d cum more than once in a session before. But it was happening every damn time on the island. Either Gilda was just that good at pushing her buttons, or it was yet more evidence of this “Spirit” asshole corrupting her.
“Oh there you are!” came a familiar voice behind her.
“Ah crap,” muttered Rainbow Dash, before getting up and smiling awkwardly at the approaching griffon. “Sup Gilda! Just taking a break by the pool. Needed a few minutes to think about stuff, ya know?”
The self-styled Griffon of Paradise nodded sagely. “Reflection does wonders for the soul, and it helps to see your literal reflection in the process,” she said.
Rainbow Dash huffed and crossed her arms. She tried to ignore the soft tearing sound as the seams connecting the sleeves to the shoulders split. “Will you knock it off with all the guru shit?” she growled, “That’s not what the Gilda of Griffonstone I know sounds like. She wouldn’t be caught dead talking the way you do.”
Gilda only shrugged. It took all of Rainbow Dash’s willpower to look away from how those impressive muscles flexed and rippled from that simple gesture alone. “I believe I established that I am no longer Gilda of Griffonstone, Rainbow Dash. I am-”
“The Griffon of Paradise, High Priestess of the Island Spirit, yeah yeah,” Rainbow Dash curtly finished. “You don’t gotta remind me. Just humor me, okay? ‘Gilda’ is much less of a mouthful than…” she gestured randomly in the griffon’s direction.
Gilda nodded once more. “That is fair. You may call me as you wish, and I will not correct you again.”
“Thanks,” Rainbow Dash grumbled. Arms still crossed, she turned away from the griffon. “Look, I think it’d be a good idea if we-what are you doing?”
While she was talking, Gilda had stepped up behind her. Her heavy breasts pressed into Rainbow Dash’s back and wings, and her fingers were now tracing up and down her shoulders and arms.
“Your muscles are coming in nicely,” Gilda cooed, “Much faster than mine did. The Spirit is far more powerful now that It has me to feed it. You’ll be just like me in a few days’ time!”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Rainbow Dash grumbled under her breath. Before she could say anything else, Gilda’s left hand was pushing her shirt up and stroking along her abs. She could feel the griffon’s beak in her mane as she preened it. Her prepared response gave way to a lustful groan.
Before Rainbow Dash knew it, she could feel the humid jungle air caressing her exposed rack. Gilda had slid her shirt up all the way and was now teasing at her aching hard nipples with her talons. “These are coming along nicely too,” Gilda said with a playful lilt in her voice, “I wonder if you’ll be able to make as much milk as me?”
Rainbow Dash regained her composure just enough to protest. “I don’t wanna have big, milky tits like you. They’ll fuck up my flight routine.” Even so, she didn’t try to pull away from the griffon’s touch.
“I know you will feel different once your breasts are as big and productive as mine, dear,” Gilda purred, “Why, you’ve been covered in my milk more than once while we were playing together. It feels amazing when that happens.” For emphasis, she used her still superior height to bring Rainbow Dash into her cleavage.
After a moment’s pause, Gilda suddenly had a realization. “It just occurred to me I have not yet seen you taste my milk. You are missing something wonderful. Here, take a sip.” The griffon pulled the pegasus from her cleavage and turned her around to face one of her bulging, drooling nipples.
Rainbow Dash stared disdainfully for a moment, but the offer was tempting. She was rather curious about all that milk. What did it taste like? The next thing that Rainbow Dash knew, her arms were around Gilda’s ribs, her succulent fat breast was pressed into her face, and her lips were closing around the long, fat nub of flesh capping it.
Gilda moaned lewdly as her milk let down for Rainbow Dash. It was warm, rich, and very sweet. The pegasus hadn’t known what to expect, but it tasted pretty damn good. With each swallow it filled her stomach with weight and warmth.
Rainbow Dash found herself hooked. The gold piercing clinked and clacked against the mare’s teeth as she suckled with wild abandon. She barely even noticed as Gilda raked her talons across the back of her shirt, shredding it to ribbons. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel too worried about being topless. The shirt had been getting tight anyways.
The pegasus’s own breasts, themselves now a generous C-cup, were overtaken by a pulsing sensation that made Rainbow Dash release Gilda’s nipple in surprise. She looked down as the tingling heat of that throbbing sensation intensified. As she watched in a milk and lust-induced haze, her breasts slowly but visibly expanded first one, then two cup sizes. The tightness in the seat of her pants and the pleasurable feeling going on back there suggested her ass was growing too.
Rainbow Dash would probably be concerned about this later, but for now, all she could do was mutter a lazy “Heh.” Gilda guided her to her other breast, and the pegasus was all too happy to sample the milk from this teat.
At some point, Rainbow Dash had begun stroking herself. Her shorts fell around her ankles and she stepped out of them. Her cunt was sopping wet, and her fingers squelched loudly over her folds as she caressed them. Her clit strained out of its hood as far as it could go. Every time Rainbow Dash’s fingertips passed over them, she could swear it felt a little bigger.
Finally, Gilda took her nipple away from the thirsty pegasus. Rainbow Dash was blushing and panting. Her lips and cheeks were decorated with spatters of milk, and the smell of her arousal was thick in the air.
“Let’s get you back to the temple, Dash,” said the griffon. Even with the extra muscle and fat Rainbow Dash had put on, Gilda had no trouble picking her up. The pegasus nuzzled drunkenly into the griffon’s rack, her belly delightfully full, and her whole body tingling with strange energy. It would seem the island’s magic manifested itself in more ways than one.
As both women set off to return to the temple, Rainbow Dash’s shirt and shorts lay forgotten on the jungle floor. One had been destroyed, and the other would be taken care of once Gilda came back. The griffon was right. Rainbow Dash already felt better without them.
It took four long, anxiety-filled days for the promised airship to arrive. Said airship, requisitioned from the Royal Navy, was now moored to the tallest tower of Twilight’s tree palace. A gangway was firmly planted to the balcony.
“Okay,” said Princess Twilight with a sigh of finality. The last few days had taken their toll, and she looked like a wreck. Most of the ponies present did. “Now did everypony bring the essentials we’ll need?”
“Yeppers!” chirped Pinkie Pie, “I’ve got my compass, my sunscreen, my first aid kit, my hay jerky…”
The other mares ignored Pinkie as she went through all the things she was bringing with her. Twilight’s eyes locked onto a heaping pile of colorful luggage stacked beside the Friendship Map. One twitched involuntarily. “Rarity,” she said.
“Yes, Twilight?”
“Do you remember when I said to bring the essentials?”
“But of course! I’ve brought the changes of clothing I will need, as well as my makeup and toiletries. Who knows how long we will be cooped up on that airship?”
Twilight’s hand covered her eyes, then slowly slid down her face. “This isn’t a luxury cruise, Rarity. You don’t need makeup, or that many sets of clothes.”
“...Boneless, my whoopee cushion, my silly string…” Pinkie continued in the background.
“On the contrary, Twilight,” Rarity retorted, “I simply must present the best possible first impression. We are about to meet with a being that thinks itself a god, are we not? Regardless of whether that’s true, we must look our best if we are to engage in diplomacy with it.
“And this clothing isn’t all for myself,” she added. The unicorn popped open a steamer trunk to show off her portable sewing machine, as well as several bolts of fabric and thread. “You told us yourself that both Gilda and Rainbow Dash are likely to have outgrown their clothing. Once they are aboard, I can take their new measurements and fashion them something to cover up with!”
Princess Twilight heaved another sigh and walked over to the luggage pile alongside Rarity. “Alright, we have a little time before the last member of our party gets here. We’ll go through all this to determine what’s really necessary. Clothes for Dash and Gilda are a good idea, but we’re going to need to leave some of this behind to save weight.”
“...my emergency pie, my backup emergency pie, my tactical confetti charges…”
Rarity tsked loudly and gestured over to the rambling party pony. “Then why does she get to bring so many things with her?”
Pinkie Pie stopped mid-sentence and locked eyes with the fashionista. “Because I can fit more into my pockets than you can, silly! No wait, pockets or pocket dimension? It’s one of those!” Just like that, she went back to taking inventory.
Rarity shook her head. Best not to think too hard about it. “Alright, Twilight, we will cut back on the luggage. Here, we’ll separate out what can be left behind.”
As the two mares worked on lightening Rarity’s baggage, Applejack leaned against the opposite side of the map. Her eyes were locked on the South Celestial Sea. The island in question wasn’t visible, but Twilight had said she knew how to make it appear. “I’m comin’ for ya, Dash,” she murmured to herself.
A hand on her shoulder made her look up. Fluttershy smiled encouragingly to her. "We all are," she added before pulling Applejack into a sidehug. Though the farmpony wasn't that big on physical affection, she gratefully accepted it this time.
After roughly half an hour, Twilight had finished setting aside the extra luggage that wasn’t needed. She’d also coaxed Pinkie into cutting back on the amount of party supplies she was bringing along. Now she stood at the head of the map, her jaw set and her eyes somber.
“Alright girls. I’ve told you everything I know about the island. We don’t keep much information on it, because we don’t want creatures trying to find it. Rainbow Dash and Gilda are going to be drastically different in appearance and demeanor. There’s a good chance either one or both of them will resist being taken off the island. And if they don’t fight back, the Spirit certainly will.
“Everypony needs to stay laser-focused once we’re on the ground. Do not split up, do not wander too far into the jungle. Most of all, do not let Gilda or Rainbow Dash seduce you or entice you to stay.” Out of the corner of her eye, Twilight noticed Applejack shudder.
“We will go over the extraction plan as well as the backup plan en route,” she said, “Now, does everybody have their Element?” She held up her tiara of Magic for emphasis. The four other mares lifted the shining pendants from around their necks and held them up. The Element of Loyalty was missing, and Twilight could only hope that Rainbow Dash still had it in her possession.
“Good,” said the alicorn, before turning her attention to the map. “Applejack, you asked me how Rainbow Dash was able to figure out where the island is. The island can only be found when it wants to be found.” She pulled a few folded-up and weathered pages from inside her blazer. “It intended for the journal to be a recruiting tool to get creatures to join Gilda, Rainbow Dash in particular.
“When I showed Rainbow Dash the journal, I removed a few pages. Parts of the journal that talked about things only the two of them would know about. I was hoping it would be easier to convince her the journal was fake with those pages omitted.” Twilight could feel Applejack’s glare on her. Taking a deep breath, she continued.
“The journal was full of the island’s magic. Rainbow Dash set it on the edge of the map when she was done reading, like so.” Princess Twilight set the torn out pages on the edge of the map. The others gathered around to see what happened.
At first, nothing did. Then, there was a shimmer on the enchanted map. What appeared to be broken pixels danced over part of the South Celestia Sea. Finally, an island popped into existence. Its presence was flickering and unstable, but it was there. Twilight had a clipboard out, and was furiously jotting down coordinates.
“The island won’t move again until it decides it has the worshippers it needs,” she concluded, “Rainbow Dash is strong, and I’m confident we will get to her before she offers herself to the Spirit. If she brought the Element of Loyalty with her, that will buy us the time we need to get there.”
A sharp rapping at the door to the map room made the five mares perk up. “Ah!” said Twilight, “Here’s our backup.”
“Backup?” said Applejack, “Who else didja think needed to be on this rescue mission?”
Twilight smoothed her mane as she approached the door. “The more ponypower we have, the harder it will be for the Spirit to pick us apart. We needed someone with prior experience with the island, as well as experience in general with incorporeal beings. We could also use some extra magic in our corner.” With that, she turned the knob and pulled the door open.
“Greetings, my little ponies!” boomed the large alicorn mare who strode into the room. Her starry blue mane and tail swirled around her like a mystical maelstrom, and confidence gleamed fiercely in her eyes. The light pleather jerkin, chainmail leggings, and bracers suggested she was fully prepared for a physical fight. The comically huge warhammer she carried over her shoulders drove the point home.
“So!” exclaimed Princess Luna, perhaps a bit louder than she needed to, “Who is ready to rescue a friend, and put an upstart false deity in its place?” She let the warhammer drop onto the floor, leaving a spiderweb of cracks along the marble.
Twilight had not moved from the door. Her hand gripped the handle so hard the color drained from her knuckles. Just count to ten, Twilight, she thought to herself, and explain the plan to her again with fewer figures of speech.
Rainbow Dash sighed as she reclined against Gilda in their shared bed. It had been 24 hours since she had returned to the temple, and the changes were beginning to accelerate. Now completely bare save for the Element hanging from her neck, there was no hiding the way her body was growing.
Her six pack had grown into an eight pack like Gilda’s, and her arms and legs were packing on enough muscle to put most female bodybuilders to shame. If Gilda’s build was anything to go by, Rainbow Dash would be putting male bodybuilders to shame soon enough.
No wonder the pegasus had such a voracious appetite the past few days! She couldn’t stop apologizing for emptying out the griffon’s reserves of fruits and vegetables, but Gilda insisted it was alright. Then she would try to get Dash onto eating meat like her, which Dash flatly refused each time. She’d already possibly screwed herself out of the Wonderbolts bulking up like this, she wasn’t about to screw herself out of being a pony altogether.
Looking down, the swell of her rapidly expanding breasts took up her view. She was easily past an F-cup now, though she couldn’t be sure. Her dark blue nipples were longer and thicker, and her areolas wider. Not quite at Gilda’s level just yet, though she’d noticed that she was catching up to the griffon in height.
Though she couldn’t see it, she could feel her snatch aching with constant need. Like Gilda, she was wet all the time now, which made resisting the griffon’s advances next to impossible. In fact, they were just coming down from yet another mid-morning romp.
Rainbow Dash probed her mound with a finger and inhaled sharply. Her folds were definitely meatier, and she couldn’t remember the last time her clitoris hadn’t been erect. It had to be jutting out almost a full inch, and was definitely plumper. The pegasus quickly withdrew her hand before she got herself all worked up and she and Gilda ended up fucking yet again.
As she withdrew her hand, her fingertips passed through her pubes. Unlike her mane and tail, her other body hair was a uniform red. When she had come to the island, they’d been trimmed into a neat triangle over her sex. Now, however, they were growing out into a curly, dense bush. Yet another thing making her like Gilda. Similar crimson crops were sprouting under her arms, and it was working wonders to trap in and amplify her rank scent. Dash suspected that the island was making it all grow in a lot faster than it would otherwise.
Rainbow Dash frowned. All of this was the last thing she’d wanted when she set out to get Gilda. While the temptations and whispers of the Spirit had been easy enough to ignore, her mind always grew hazy if she dwelled too much on the life she was away from, especially Applejack.
Would she ever make it home? It had only occurred to her the past couple of days that she hadn’t really had an exit strategy. She figured if Gilda refused, she could go get her friends and try again. She hadn’t anticipated the Spirit intervening directly. Now here she was, rapidly changing into something she wasn’t supposed to be and slim chances of getting off the island herself.
No, she had to try something. Anything. Perhaps the griffon she knew and loved was still in there somewhere? The pegasus resolved to jog her memory.
“Gilda?” she quietly asked, stirring the griffon from her post-coital catnap.
“Hm?” she replied sleepily.
“Just how much do you remember about life before the island? I mean, you gotta remember something. You knew who I was, for example.”
Gilda heaved herself up, her usually serene face scrunched up in concentration. “I vaguely recall that I visited your town. We had a fight, and I left believing our friendship was over. Words cannot describe how happy I am that was not the case!”
Her hands reached out to stroke down Rainbow Dash’s sides. The pegasus hummed in appreciation and leaned back into the griffon. Inside, she was disturbed at how readily she was accepting Gilda’s affections. The Spirit might not have rewritten her personality, but it was attacking her inhibitions. At least, that’s what she told herself.
“Anything else?” Rainbow Dash prodded, holding fast in her resolve not to let this become just more sexy time (yet, at least).
“It is hard to describe,” Gilda continued. “I have no recollection of most events before I came to the island. After I sent the journal away, the only written account of my past before serving the Spirit went with it. Places, people, all of it is gone. However, you and your friends stayed.”
She pondered for a few more moments. In the process, she leaned forward and pulled Rainbow Dash on top of her. Despite the pegasus’s rapid development, the griffon was still bigger and stronger.
Rainbow Dash yelped as she came to rest on Gilda’s broad chest. A fierce blush flooded her cheeks, and the heat in her loins intensified as her expanded rack squished softly into Gilda’s breasts, only to be enveloped in their superior volume. The warmth of the griffon’s ever-present milk was oddly soothing, especially as it ran down Rainbow Dash’s boobs and down her abs.
“The best that I can describe what little memory I have is in feelings,” Gilda finally said. She was purring now, and rubbing Rainbow Dash up against her. “I remember you, and I remember that we were close friends for many years. I also remember how much I looked up to you, and the jealousy I felt that you had other friends. As for the events that prompted those feelings, I have no recollection.”
Rainbow Dash’s eyes were screwed shut. She wanted nothing more than to lift one of Gilda’s legs and grind their cunts together with wild abandon. But she needed to keep the griffon talking. Something had to be in there. “Do you remember Junior Speedsters?” she managed to get out.
“What was Junior Speedsters?” asked Gilda. Her talons were now pricking into the chiseled muscles of Rainbow Dash’s back, making the pegasus shiver in delight. Dash could feel how they extended and retracted with practiced ease. No doubt Gilda could shred right through her if she ever wanted to. Best to stay on her good side, then.
“It was - nnnnhh~ - flight camp for young pegasi and other flying creatures. You were the only griffon. Hffff, you were so alone and afraid. I - hah~ - knew you had potential, and just needed some encouragement.” Rainbow Dash grit her teeth. The way her tits were grinding into Gilda’s - getting all hot and slick and slathered in all that milk - was running the risk of making her cum hands-free.
Gilda rumbled in pleasure. The stench of her arousal was easily drowning out all other scents in the room. Still, she maintained her composure. “So that is how we met, is it? I do recall something.”
The pegasus stiffened. Had she found a way in? Perhaps gotten through to her?
“Let me show it to you.”
Rainbow Dash was crestfallen that it pertained to something she had with her. At least she got the reprieve of Gilda rolling out of bed and away from her. That allowed her overwhelming lust to subside somewhat. But it was only short lived, for a minute later, Gilda effortlessly hoisted her up to get back in bed, then placed Dash right where she had been.
The pegasus was now straddling Gilda’s washboard of a belly. Dash resisted the urge to press their breasts together again, and opted to prop herself up with her hands against the stone wall at the head of the bed.
Meanwhile, Gilda produced the object she had fetched. “I brought this to the island with me. Though it no longer functions, and I do not know precisely what it is, I do know you gave it to me.”
Rainbow Dash timidly took one hand off the all to take the battered and worn accessory. It was a digital wristwatch, bright blue with yellow lightning bolts on the band. The long dead and corrupted LCD face was flanked on either side by Captain Spitfire and Soarin. Just from a glance, Dash immediately knew its significance.
“This...you...the Wonderbolts watch I gave you for your birthday,” she breathed. Even though she knew nothing would happen, she pressed the buttons with her thumb just to be sure. “I figured you’d have thrown this out long ago!” Her chest tightened and tears welled in her eyes as it sank in. Even after their fight, even after Gilda had renounced her past life, she had still held on to this last artifact of their friendship. What Dash didn’t know is that mention of the watch had been removed from the journal before she had the chance to read it.
Gilda cocked her head in mild concern. Why was Rainbow Dash sad? “That’s right,” the griffon cooed, “I knew that we would be reunited one day. And here you are!” Her hands ran up and down the pegasus’s impressive, milk-soaked abs. That broke Rainbow Dash out of her storm of emotion and coaxed a pleasured moan out of her. Perhaps another round of sex would cheer her up?
Rainbow Dash dropped the watch and planted both hands on the wall once more. Her heavy breasts hung down over Gilda’s face. From this angle, she could feel the way her pulse throbbed within them. It was like she could feel them growing in real time!
“Y-yeah, I’m here now,” Rainbow Dash said with a sniff. The fires of arousal were stoked ever higher by the sentimental feelings that’d overcome her moments before. Her hips bucked involuntarily, causing her snatch to grind up Gilda’s abs. Holy fuck that felt good! Given the pleasured groan the griffon made, she must have enjoyed it too.
Before Rainbow Dash could have second thoughts, she was caught off-guard by Gilda latching her beak onto one of her nipples. For such a rigid body part, the griffon was able to use it with care. Her thin tongue lapped at the fleshy nub now trapped in her maw, and she suckled as best she could given her anatomy.
Rainbow Dash’s fingers and toes clenched. Her unkempt nails dug into and scraped lines down the stone bricks. Her hips rolled in a steady rhythm now as her pussy was dragged up and down Gilda’s solid belly. The blush had taken over most of Dash’s face, and she panted needily.
There, the pegasus was in better spirits already! And she would need to be if she were to serve the Spirit. Gilda smiled as she kept working on Rainbow Dash’s nipple. Her hand came up to gently squeeze and massage the unoccupied breast. The other hand rested on the small of her back to feel those rapidly developing muscles and the way they flexed and bulged with her movements. Dash responded by picking up the pace. Soon Gilda’s abs were just as coated in the pegasus’ arousal as hers were in Gilda’s milk.
With Rainbow Dash properly warmed up, there was no chance of her lasting long. “Ahhhh, fffffuck Gilda, I - AH!” her whole body tensed as she dumped a generous gout of girlcum onto Gilda’s body. There was enough to trickle down between her abs to her mound, where it matted her abundant pubic fur.
Gilda released Dash’s nipple from her beak to grin hungrily up at her. “Do not think you can take another nap so soon, my dear,” she growled, “For I am only just getting started. Let me show you how real animals like me make love!”
With that, Gilda grabbed Rainbow Dash and rolled over in the bed to pin the pegasus. Her hot breath washed over the mare’s face as she rumbled and purred. Her olympian muscles flexed over the pegasus in full view. Veins stood out prominently on her arms and legs.
In this position, Rainbow Dash simply could not resist. “H-heh, s-sure Gilda!” she said with eagerness, a little bit of fear, and a hazy, lingering sense of remorse at what she was doing. “Show me what you goo-ahh-hahh.” Dash never had the chance to finish as Gilda’s beak pressed into her tender neck and the griffon’s knee pressed into her hypersensitive snatch.
It would be another two hours and almost ten orgasms between the two of them combined before they emerged from the temple outbuilding to start the day. Before Rainbow Dash could take her leave, Gilda stopped her and turned her around. The griffon then planted a soft kiss on the pegasus' lips.
"I will be out gathering," she said to Dash, "Perhaps later I can show you how to make tools, so you can come with me."
Rainbow Dash, her mind clearing in the afterglow, said "Aheh, if you want, sure!" Her heart wasn't in it, however.
Gilda planted one final kiss on Dash's cheek, before gathering up her leather satchel and leaving out the temple's front gate. Rainbow Dash sat down at the base of the palm tree in the center of the court yard and buried her face into her drawn-up knees.
"Dammit!" she groaned, tears prickling at her eyes once more, "Why can't I stop doing this? AJ, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry."
The Griffon of Paradise, High Priestess of the Island Spirit had enjoyed a productive afternoon. She walked with a spring in her step towards the base of the temple stairs with a freshly killed goat slung over her broad shoulders, and a leather satchel filled to bursting with an abundance of jungle produce. Meat for herself, and sweet succulents for the pony.
The griffon who once answered to “Gilda” hummed in satisfaction and pleasure as her home came into view. The heft of her massive breasts bouncing in front of her, as well as the weight in her swaying posterior served as a constant reminder of the gifts the Spirit had bestowed upon her. With lots of muscle to go with the curves, and the sharpened instincts of a natural predator, she had everything she needed to feed a ferocious beast like herself.
The priestess scaled the temple steps effortlessly. Her prominent traps and deltoids bulged as she slung the goat from her shoulders and hooked it to the rack outside one of the outbuildings. The satchel was emptied into a simple storage chest.
The goat could be dressed and the fruits prepared later. Right now, the griffon’s perpetual ache of desire was flaring up again. She rumbled in delight before taking a moment to fondle one of her milky tits while the other brushed along her sopping wet slit. Now where to find Rainbow Dash? For all the pegasus’s protestations, she was always receptive to the griffon’s advances. Truly she could not think of a finer lover.
The griffon was just about to call out for Dash when she spotted her. The young mare, body blessed with almost the same endowments as her own, had not moved since the priestess had left to hunt and gather. She sat at the base of the lone palm tree in the courtyard. Her knees were drawn up to her greatly enhanced chest and concealing her face, and her hands clasped her shins tightly.
Curious and a little concerned, the Griffon of Paradise stepped lightly over to the pegasus. As she drew closer, she could swear that she heard sniffling.
“Rainbow Dash?” she said as she reached the pegasus. She knelt down and rested a hand on her shoulder. “What ever is the matter? Did you hurt yourself?”
Rainbow Dash paused, then brought a hand up to wipe her eyes. She then looked up at the griffon, the one she still called “Gilda.” Her expression was one of forlorn and exhaustion.
“Gilda,” she muttered. This was not the griffon’s name, but it didn’t bother her to be called as such. “Look, I -I just…” She took a quivering breath and collected herself. The Griffon of Paradise sat down beside her, patiently waiting for her to continue.
“I just wanna go home,” Rainbow Dash finally said.
The griffon blinked in confusion. Her yellow eyes darted around the temple complex, and she waved at the stone around them. “You are home, silly!” she said.
“No!” Rainbow Dash snapped, then more quietly, “No. You really don’t get it, do you? Gilda, I didn’t come here to join you. We’re best friends, remember? We’re not supposed to be marefriends. I’m not here to worship this ‘Spirit’ of yours and become a hulking, freakish sex thing!
“I came to this island to bring you back to Equestria. You’re wasting your life out here, when you could be doing so much more out there.” Rainbow Dash weakly gestured out toward the sea. “But now, I don’t care if I go back with or without you, so long as I leave this fucking island.”
The Griffon of Paradise sat stunned for a moment. Rainbow Dash was refusing the Spirit’s gifts? How could this be? The Spirit whispered in her head. She could sense its own confusion, as well as irritation at the pegasus blaspheming Its greatest work.
The priestess’s eyes narrowed. “You refuse the Spirit’s gift? You defy the promise of a better life serving It? The Spirit will provide for you. You will not want for anything. All you need to do is let it in!”
“Fuck that!” Rainbow Dash growled before standing up abruptly. Perhaps too abruptly, given the way she staggered. “I never wanted to get turned into, whatever I’m supposed to be now,” she waved down at her obscenely enhanced physique and endowments. “I have an entirely different life waiting for me back in Equestria, Gilda! I’m a Wonderbolt now. I have several close friends in Ponyville who I’d lay down my life for just like I would for you. And I have a marefriend.”
The pegasus turned and rested her head on the trunk of the palm tree. “All the sex we’re having, that doesn’t mean what you think it means. Your Spirit is doing this to me. My pussy feels like it’s on fire all hours of the day, and I can’t even look at you without wanting to fuck your brains out. I mean, just getting a whiff of you from downwind is driving me crazy.
“But as good as it feels when we do stuff, all I can think about after that is the strong, smart, beautiful farmpony waiting for me back home.” Turning back to the griffon, but avoiding eye contact, she held up her pendant. “I’m the Element of Loyalty. Loyalty to all my friends, and my marefriend. I’m letting them all down if I stay here.”
This was peculiar, and disconcerting. The Griffon of Paradise cocked her head from one side to the other as she regarded the beautiful specimen before her. So that was the problem, was it? Rainbow Dash was still connected to her past life. Why could she not just let go? The griffon considered asking, but then decided doing so would be a bad idea.
The whispers in her head intensified, and began to coalesce into a suggestion. Distract her. Take her mind off her worries. Make her feel better. This was something the island priestess could do.
With an almost fluid motion, the griffon slid her arms around Rainbow Dash’s solid waist as she stepped in close. Their expansive bosoms mashed together, making both women groan in pleasure. The griffon then guided Dash into turning around. One hand cupped the pegasus’s left breast while the other slid down her abs toward her mound.
“There there, Rainbow Dash,” she cooed, “I know it can be stressful dwelling on your past life. Please, let me help you relax. Then we can see about preparing some lunch for you. I brought some treats you are sure to enjoy!”
Rainbow Dash grunted, and reached up to stroke along the avian Amazon’s cheek. The griffon’s hand squeezed at the mare’s breast, before moving to pinch and tug at her swollen nipple. Rainbow Dash cried out in pleasure, and the savage jungle woman smiled. After just a few seconds of teasing at the dark blue nub, an off-white bead of milk gathered at the tip.
The pegasus’s arms were reaching up and around the griffon’s head now. The griffon obligingly nipped at the back of Rainbow Dash’s neck with the tip of her beak. Dash shuddered in delight. Beads of sweat quickly gathered across her light blue hide from both arousal and the midday sun.
With Rainbow Dash’s arms raised, the wild griffon took a chance. Lowering her head, she weaved around the pegasus’s right arm and toward her armpit. She took a moment to admire the dense red crop of hair sprouting from it. Then, she pressed her beak into the thick of it. A loud purr escaped her as she breathed in to savor the lusty mare’s musk.
The griffon’s talons had just begun to brush along the folds of Rainbow Dash’s pussy when the pegasus suddenly recoiled. “No!” she said once more, before springing her wings and knocking the other, larger woman back. She then turned, her arms folded across her massive chest. The mare was panting and blushing, and clearly filled with need.
“Not now. Not...not today even. I think I need some time away from the temple. Just...leave me alone, okay?” Rainbow Dash was clearly fighting against baser urges, but her willpower won the day. She turned on her heel and strode off toward the exit of the temple.
The Griffon of Paradise looked on in worry. She briefly considered going after Dash, but that would not be necessary. Best to give her the space she requested for the time being. The Spirit wouldn’t let her come to harm away from the temple anyways. Speaking of which…
The priestess looked up at the main temple. After adjusting her various ornamentations, she ascended the stairs with resolve. She would give the Spirit an Offering earlier than usual. That would give her a direct audience with It, and allow It to provide some more detailed instructions.
It was not yet time for the twice-monthly offering to the Spirit, and the high priestess knew this. Even so, the griffon could feel a welcoming presence as she neared the top of the stairs. Torches around the altar ignited of their own accord. Good, that meant that the Spirit wished to speak to her as well.
As she approached the altar, the Griffon of Paradise reached up to tug at her pierced nipples. She sighed in pleasure as her milk flowed freely. Streams of ivory white rained down over the porous stone and were quickly absorbed. The Spirit had an insatiable thirst, and it was the honor of the griffon once known as Gilda to attempt to quench it.
Milk let down, the griffon mounted the altar on all fours. Almost immediately, she felt the familiar caresses of ghostly hands all over her body. Her muscles, breasts, rump, pussy, and pawpads were expertly stroked and massaged. The griffon couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure. A gout of girlcum splattered onto the altar, where it was greedily absorbed just like her milk.
The griffon rolled onto her back, one leg sticking out straight. The invisible touches followed right along with her. Her hips bucked, and her cunt throbbed in need. She knew what would happen next, and it was the part she always looked forward to.
Just as planned, vines began to stretch down from the stone ceiling. The island priestess stared hungrily up at them as they made their slow approach. Without warning, they sprung forward to restrain her. Her muscles flexed as she tested their strength, but did not struggle.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as the vines snaked around each of her heavy tits and squeezed. Another pair wriggled between her legs and pushed their way into her tailhole and sopping wet snatch. The pair now rapped around her ankles stroked their tips along the tough but sensitive beans capping each of her toes. The vine currently pounding her pussy undulated and bulged as it began directly taking in her nectar.
It didn’t take long for the vines squeezing at her milky mammaries to follow suit. The Griffon of Paradise gasped as she felt her piercings come undone and slide off her protruding nipples. The tips of the vines slid up to the very peaks of the unnaturally fat nubs, then pushed forward. Her nipples stretched outwards to welcome the intruding digits, their passage made slick by milk. The griffon’s roar of pleasure was silenced by yet another vine crammed into her mouth, which she eagerly sucked on. With all five of her holes being fucked, and the Spirit drinking Its fill, the audience could begin.
The woman once called Gilda found herself lost in an unknowable haze. The altar and temple had faded away. She was basking in so much pleasure, and it felt like she had floated right out of her body. But she was not afraid, for this was normal during these sessions.
Then, she saw the black pyramid above her. Its smooth sides opened like stone flower petals, and stairs descended. From the dark void within emerged the Spirit. It was impossible to describe, yet infinitely beautiful to the griffon.
“Most sacred Spirit,” the priestess thought more than spoke, “I have offered myself so that I may seek your counsel.”
The Spirit did not “speak” per se. Instead, It conveyed Itself directly into her mind as a narrative of sorts.
It welcomed the griffon’s early offering, for It wished for her presence in turn.
The Griffon of Paradise smiled (or she would, if she weren’t having an out of body experience). She fought through the overwhelming adoration she felt in the Spirit’s presence so they could get to business. “I regret that my friend Rainbow Dash is refusing your gifts. She clings to her past life, mourns for those who have not joined us. I am worried, Spirit. Her mind should have eased as her body took on your power.”
The pegasus was resisting Its influence on the mind. It did not understand how her memories were preserved...until today. It had a solution to this little obstacle.
“Great Spirit, I knew you would have an answer. I humbly request your instruction to bring my friend - my lover - into the fold.”
The mare called Rainbow Dash showed the Griffon of Paradise her pendant. It glowed with an arcane energy that rivaled Its own. It believed this Element of Loyalty, as the pegasus called it, was interfering with Its gifts of the mind. If Its high priestess were to take this necklace from Rainbow Dash, she could be assimilated as a loyal worshipper.
“It will be done, wise one. I shall take the Element of Loyalty away from Rainbow Dash, and you will bless her. She will find ecstasy in offering herself to you!”
Caution was warranted. Though the Element interfered with Its abilities, the pegasus’ will was strong. It would need time to bless her mind and cleanse her memories. Time was of the essence. It sensed life just beyond the horizon, moving across the sea. Many creatures approached, each carrying a power similar to the one held by Rainbow Dash.
“Of course. I will move quickly. There are few places on the island where Rainbow Dash can hide. I will find her, and I will remind her of how pleasurable serving you is. Then, I will take her Element and cast it into the sea.”
Even now, Its power continued to work on Rainbow Dash’s body. She would be overcome with lust sooner rather than later. The griffon only needed to find her, and the Element would be easy to take. Even so, Its most loyal priestess would need to take care. It had never felt this sort of magic in its long millennia of existence. It would not be able to predict what could happen.
“I will take the utmost of care, great Spirit, and I will not fail.”
It had no doubt the griffon would succeed, and Rainbow Dash would bow to It soon.
The griffon’s eyes fluttered open to be greeted by the stone ceiling above the altar. She weakly turned her head to see she was still on the stone slab, soaked in all of her own juices. As always, she remembered her meeting with the Spirit vividly, and it would only take a few seconds to…
There it was! The priestess moaned and writhed on the altar as the Spirit added memories of being ravaged by Its vines while her soul was out of her body. Every sensation, every orgasm, all were remembered just as well as their conversation. She almost squirted hands-free from it.
But this was no time for further self-pleasure. The griffon was on a mission! Sliding off the altar, the Griffon of Paradise descended the steps to the courtyard. The sun was sinking toward the western horizon. Hopefully the griffon would be able to find the pegasus before it got dark.
Before leaving the temple complex, the priestess stopped in her quarters to gather up her satchel. Then, she opened the crude chest she kept in the corner.
“Ah, my other good friend,” she cooed as she pulled a long, thick, decidedly phallic stone from the chest, “It has been a long time, has it not? I have a job for you…”
With that, the griffon stuffed her trusty “cock rock” into her satchel and headed for the waterfall. She would wash herself off first. Then she could find Rainbow Dash, and the Element of Loyalty holding her back.
The plan had been to get away from Gilda long enough to get her head out of the gutter. All things considered, that plan had been a partial success. Rainbow Dash hadn’t run into the griffon for at least an hour. The problem was the second part.
Dash had thought that having the Amazonian griffon out of sight would put her out of mind. She couldn’t keep cheating on her marefriend like this, and she could barely think when she was in the presence of that hot, powerful body. Unfortunately, Rainbow’s assumptions had been woefully incorrect.
“Nnnnnhhhh,” the pegasus sighed lustfully as she dug her fingers once again into her sopping wet folds. Sure, she’d been away from Gilda, but every time she tried to think about a way off the island, or about her friends back home, or even Applejack, new thoughts about Gilda would pop right in over them. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t stop fantasizing about those massive muscles, that wide ass, those full milky mammaries that bounced obscenely with every heavy footfall.
Rainbow Dash grimaced in concentration as she alternated between fondling each of her basketball-sized tits with one hand. She gasped and groaned as small streams of milk dribbled from her engorged blue nipples. Her other hand shoved first two, then three fingers up her snatch. Was it just her, or was there more room in there than before? It didn’t matter. Right now she wanted nothing more than to go back to the temple, find that griffon and-
“Having fun?” called a familiar voice with an increasingly familiar lilt.
The pegasus leapt to her feet and away from the tree she’d propped herself against in shock. Her wings flared wide as fight-or-flight took over. Her gaze shot up to the branch directly over her.
Gilda peered down with a knowing smile. The talons on both her fingers and toes were sunk deep into the tree’s oddly smooth bark. From this angle, and in that feral crouch, absolutely everything was shamelessly on display.
Rainbow Dash swallowed nervously. The burning in her gut and in her loins flared ever higher seeing the object of her intrusive fantasies from this angle. The way the griffon’s cuntlips drooled long, lazy strands of nectar onto the branch and the forest floor below didn’t help things.
Gilda tilted her head, still smiling in that unnervingly innocent way. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist The Spirit’s gifts, Rainbow Dash,” she said. “Really, you should have stayed in the temple. Then I would not need to come looking for you.” Her smile turned into a smirk. “And I did, at least twice on the way here.”
Not even that awful double entendre could distract the pegasus, whose eyes were glued firmly on the sex beast of a woman’s utterly impossible figure. “I...I dont…” she stammered, but she just couldn’t get the words out. Every time she saw Gilda, it was like her brain would short circuit. And it was getting worse each time it happened.
Unfazed, Gilda’s golden eyes trailed from Rainbow Dash’s face down to her leaky breasts. “I see you too possess the jungle’s bounty,” she said huskily. “Your milk flows in earnest now.”
With the precision of a gymnast, Gilda gripped the branch and swung over and around. The thick branch groaned in protest at the griffon beef weighing it down, but it held. Her legs were hooked over the branch so that she hung upside-down in front of Dash. Gilda's soft tits sagged over her face and into Dash's.
The pegasus’ lust-addled brain struggled to decide what to focus on. Her brain was starting to struggle in general. Gilda's washboard abs were front and center - she was dazzled by how her sweat glistened against her fur. Then there was the way the griffon’s bulging leg muscles strained to hold her weight. A river of veins stood out prominently on her thighs from the exertion.
“But...but…” Dash muttered dumbly. Even as she scrambled to think of some sort of objection, her hands were already moving to heft up one of Gilda’s breasts. The griffon moaned lewdly, and her fat, pierced nipple freely gave its milk. Before Rainbow even knew what she was doing, she felt the milky nub passing between her lips as she unconsciously leaned forward.
“Mmm, that’s it,” cooed Gilda. Her fingers carded affectionately through Dash’s prismatic mane, making the pegasus shudder in delight. Rainbow needed to stop. She had to push the griffon away and run. This was only going to dig her into a deeper hole.
But the milk was so warm and sweet. It filled her stomach and made her feel all warm and tingly. Rainbow Dash’s mind clouded over as she suckled harder. The warmth in her body was especially intense on her legs. They felt wet too. Oh right, her pussy juices were running down them.
Rainbow Dash interrupted her nursing with a gasp and a moan as she felt Gilda’s beak latch onto her left nipple. She looked down, but couldn’t see anything with the griffon’s rack in the way. Still, she could feel what was going on. Gilda drank greedily from the pegasus’s left breast while her hand roughly fondled the right, sending streamers of milk spurting onto the forest floor.
For several minutes, the two women stayed in this unusual position nursing from each other. Dash groaned around the teat in her mouth. Her hand slid down her milk-soaked abs to her sex, where her fingers hooked into the burning hot folds.
When the milk gave out in Rainbow’s left tit, Gilda eagerly switched over to the other one. There was no end in sight for the griffon’s own supply. Even so, Dash switched nipples for the sake of giving both equal attention. She fingered herself roughly all the while.
Just as the pegasus was about to fall over the edge, her eyes shot open as she felt one of the griffon’s hands dig into her warm, soft cleavage. Her talons closed around the chain of her necklace hiding within.
Before Rainbow Dash could pull off of Gilda’s breast to ask what she was doing, a loud crack rang out. The branch supporting the hulking griffon could hold her no longer, and buckled under the weight. The larger, heavier woman yelped as she was sent tumbling the few feet to the forest floor, and right on top of Dash.
“Ow! Fuck…” growled the pegasus as she regained her senses, “Okay, that’s enough fooling around. Get off me! You’re freaking heav-mmmph!” Rainbow Dash’s brief moment of resistance was swiftly stifled when Gilda straddled her and planted her wide, furry ass on her face.
Whatever thought Rainbow Dash had of getting away from the griffon melted away as the other woman’s fat, wet cuntlips dragged up and down the pony’s face. Dash’s hands had come up and grasped Gilda’s rump in an attempt to push her away, now they only squeezed and kneaded lovingly. It was hard enough to think with Gilda so close, but it was downright impossible when her musk was flooding Rainbow Dash’s nose and mouth with each breath.
The Griffon of Paradise giggled happily when she felt Dash’s tongue lap over her pussy. She playfully rocked her hips forward and back in encouragement. Now that Rainbow’s objections had been assuaged, she just needed to get that necklace. But first… The priestess’s gaze flicked up to her satchel, still hanging from the broken branch. Oh well, she would have to retrieve the toy she brought later.
Suddenly, Rainbow Dash’s whole body tensed, and she grabbed the griffon’s rump hard. She barely had time to gasp in surprise when the pegasus used all of her new strength to launch the wild woman off of her.
Rainbow Dash got up into a savage crouch as Gilda rolled onto her back. Girlcum ran down her forehead and chin, and she panted like she’d just flown a marathon. Piercing red eyes were locked firmly on the griffon and boring into her with raw, animal lust.
“I knew you would come around,” said the Griffon of Paradise with a warm smile, “You only needed to let yourself gooooOOOOOH!” her monologue was cut short by a delighted moan as Rainbow Dash practically pounced her.
The pegasus snarled as she straddled Gilda’s thigh. She roughly grabbed her right leg and hoisted it up, then lowered her cunt onto the griffon’s. With gritted teeth, Rainbow Dash rolled her hips. With a loud squelch, the two women made out with their lower lips.
Dash huffed and panted as she relentlessly humped Gilda’s mound. She hugged the griffon’s meaty leg tightly enough to let the calf spread her cleavage. With the griffon’s paw in her face, the pegasus felt a different sort of desire. Craning her neck, Dash kissed and licked at the smooth, calloused pad.
The effect was instant. Gilda hummed in pleasure beneath her and wiggled her toes. Both women’s pubes became matted as the griffon’s arousal intensified. It was all the encouragement Rainbow Dash needed. Her attention went from Gilda’s paw pad to each of her toes in turn. It was unexplored territory, but it didn’t take long for Dash to realize she just might have a foot fetish.
The squelches and the groans of pleasure grew louder as Dash and Gilda picked up the pace. Finally, Rainbow Dash fell over the edge. Her entire body tensed and she arched her back. Her grip on the griffon’s leg intensified and she cried out. Thick gouts of girlcum gushed over Gilda’s pussy and reached almost up to her belly button. As she rode through her climax, she resumed grinding with wild abandon.
It didn’t take long for Gilda to orgasm as well. Hers was something to behold. The lustful Amazon of a griffon arched her back hard enough to lift her rump off the forest floor, and she let out an earsplitting shriek of ecstasy. Her fat labia flexed against Dash’s own, and unleashed a torrent of nectar that dwarfed the pegasus’s release. Several thick gouts of girlcum violently rushed forth to soak Rainbow Dash.
By the time Gilda’s orgasm had subsided, Rainbow Dash was soaked from her navel down to her knees. The pegasus could only gawk and pant as she sank into a warm afterglow.
“H-holy shit…” she finally squeaked out between breaths. "Never met any other girls who cum as hard as you."
Gilda sat up, that serene smile once again crossing her beak. Honestly, it was starting to get creepy. “Yet another pleasure that The Spirit has gifted to me, Rainbow Dash,” she crooned, “What It has given you so far is only the beginning.”
Rainbow Dash opted to roll onto her back. Her cunt was still throbbing with need, but she didn’t want to go again right away. Suddenly, she felt Gilda’s hand at her cleavage once more. She looked up at the griffon, who quickly withdrew her hand. “Uh, what’re you doing?”
“I was only savoring the way your breasts come together around this pretty necklace of yours,” replied Gilda.
“Thanks, I guess,” muttered Dash, “Listen, as crazy as things have gotten, I still gotta draw a line somewhere. If you’re going to fuck my brains out, I’m likely not gonna be able to resist. But please don’t mess with the necklace. It’s...important, I’ll put it that way.”
Gilda nodded and stood. She walked to the broken branch overhead and reached for her satchel. Rainbow Dash had just started to sit up when the griffon returned. A long, smooth, decidedly phallic rock was cradled in her hands.
“Now, Rainbow Dash,” Gilda purred, “I want to introduce you to one of my dearest companions. He kept me company all these years before you arrived. I think you will like him.”
Once again, Rainbow Dash tried to come up with an objection. And once again, she could not find the words. She could only watch as Gilda knelt between her legs, which she obligingly spread open.
Moments later, the jungle air was filled once more with cries of pleasure and a rapid staccato of wet slapping.
The first several hours of the flight were spent in relative silence, save for the steady drone of the airship's engines. Twilight had holed herself up in the chart room with a map and her spellbooks. Rarity had commandeered a table in the ship's main cabin, and was furiously sketching out concepts for outfits that would fit both Rainbow Dash and Gilda's tastes (granted, designing something for Gilda was going to take a lot of guesswork).
Applejack had taken a seat by one of the windows, and quietly watched as the shore of Equestria slowly receded into the horizon behind the airship. Fluttershy nervously toyed with her mane in her seat next to Princess Luna, who stared ahead deep in thought. The alicorn's massive warhammer rested flush with the deck, handle in her hand as she thoughtfully rocked it forward and back. She had brought all of her combat gear with her over Twilight's protests.
Even Pinkie Pie seemed a little more subdued than usual. Not that anypony could blame her; the gravity of the situation weighed on them all like a lead blanket. For a while she'd tried to get the assembled group to respond to some knock knock jokes. Then she spent the next hour talking at them about this, that, and the other thing. Nopony else was feeling it, though, and she eventually got the hint. Ponyville's Party Pony now contented herself with sprawling out on the floor filling in coloring books.
The sober but companionable silence was suddenly disrupted when the door to the chart room swung open with a *bang*. The rest of the ponies in the cabin almost leapt from their seats in alarm. Twilight scanned the room and the wide-eyed ponies now regarding her wearily, then entered the cabin with the rolled up map in her hand.
"Hey girls," she murmured, "We're all set now. I finished casting wards on the ship, so the Spirit won't be able to affect its navigation. Once Rainbow Dash is on board, It won't be able to stop us from leaving." She looked over at Luna. "Thanks for those, by the way."
The Night Princess inclined her head sagely. "You are quite welcome, Twilight Sparkle," she said, "T'is the least I can contribute to your friend's rescue."
"Um," Fluttershy mumbled as she raised a hand, "What about Gilda?"
Twilight rubbed her eyes before turning to the Element of Kindness. "We'll do our best to get Gilda on board too. But that might not be possible. If she fights back too much, we might have to leave her on the island. Rainbow Dash is our top priority here."
Fluttershy looked like she wanted to object. So did Applejack, who had risen from her seat. Twilight grimly looked between the two. "I promise we will do what we can," she assured them, "But I can't promise we'll be able to get both of them off the island. Gilda's going to fight way harder than Rainbow Dash."
"As cruel as it sounds," Luna added, "Twilight is correct. We must spend as little time on the island as possible. Our wards and counter-spells can only go so far against the Spirit's passive abilities. If we allow It to influence us and we succumb, not only have we doomed ourselves, but we will have empowered the Spirit to extend Its reach far beyond the South Celestial Sea. If its magic reaches the nearest settlement..." she didn't need to finish the thought for the others to shudder.
Applejack adjusted the brim of her hat. "Ya seem t'know an awful lot about the island already, Princess," she observed.
Luna nodded. "Verily. This is not the first time I have had the misfortune of dealing with it." That got the rest of the group's attention, except for Twilight, who looked between each surprised face.
"C'mon, girls," she said with a hint of exasperation, "I told you back at the castle that I brought Luna on due to her prior experience with it!"
"Well ya must've only mentioned it in passing," said Applejack as she walked over to join the rest of the assembled group. Pinkie Pie got off the floor to come over as well. Even Rarity abandoned her sketchbook to listen in. It wasn't like she could concentrate while everypony was talking, anyways.
Now suddenly the center of attention, Luna regarded the five mares around her with a raised eyebrow. "I suppose you would like to know more then?" she guessed. Everypony nodded, and she sighed. "Very well. It is pertinent to the matter at hand. Make thyselves comfortable, for the story is long."
"Yay, storytime!" exclaimed Pinkie Pie. She produced a beanbag chair seemingly out of nowhere and threw it onto the deck. Pinkie flopped onto the soft seat with just as little grace and nestled in to listen. Twilight and her remaining friends opted to stick with the chairs already on board the airship.
Princess Luna took a moment to gather her thoughts, then began. "Twas roughly half a century after Discord's defeat that my sister and I first heard tell of the accursed island. It started as mere rumor, of course. Whispers of a magical tropical island in the South Celestial Sea filtered into our court through the nobility. We didn't think of them as more than gossip, and we especially were not impressed by the more sordid details the more loose-lipped of storytellers shared."
Fluttershy timidly raised her hand once again. "Do, um, do you think D-Discord might have..." she trailed off, one lock of her mane gripped in her other, dainty fist.
The Night Princess slowly shook her head. "Nay. For all his faults, neither Tia nor I believe this to be his doing. We do not know from whence the Spirit came, only that it appeared at some point during our early reign. It is easy in hindsight to fault ourselves for being so aloof toward the rumors. But after all the work it took to clean up after sealing Discord in stone, perhaps we didn't wish to consider the possibility that another great threat loomed just over the horizon."
"And how did you learn that the rumors were in fact true?" asked Rarity.
Luna let out a mirthless chuckle. "Equestria had just begun an era of exploration. Ponies of all three tribes were outfitting expeditions by land and sea to explore the continents beyond. What everypony noticed, however, was that trade and exploration routes through the South Celestial Sea were the most likely to lose some or all of their ships. Ever the perceptive one, it was my sister who traced the rumors of the island back to ponies from those ships that did return."
She paused for dramatic effect, and was briefly interrupted by a crunching sound. Pinkie Pie had somehow gotten her hands on a bucket of popcorn. For the sake of her and everypony else's sanity, Luna shrugged it off and continued. "Sensing our little ponies might be in danger, Celestia appointed a regency council and proposed the both of us fly out to sea in order to find the mysterious island. Returning sailors who sighted the alleged island claimed to experience an overwhelming desire to ground their ships along it. If this was the case, we at least wanted to confirm its location so that ships could better avoid it."
The dark blue alicorn bowed her head. "Sometimes I wish that Celestia and I had never found it. But we did, or should I say it found us."
Applejack clicked her tongue. "Well? What did you find there? Was there anycreature else on the island when you found it?"
Luna glanced at the farm pony with a grave expression. "Yes," she simply said. The five mares leaned forward in anticipation, and the Night Princess continued her story.
