Do you think they're friends?

Friends?
I bet they're busy being horny carpet munchers right now...

>>29370645
Scandalous, Gabby is underage.

>>29370647
yeah
Gilda knows that

>>29370660
T O P U N F
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>>29370645
Yes. But not with each other.

>>29370647
theres literallly nothing wrong with a 20 yr old showing a 16 yr old how to fuck

>>29370626
I doubt they even know the other exist dumbass.

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>>29370894
DYEWTS?

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>>29372344
>not an edit at all

>>29370894
Except it is literally stated in the show that they do.

Keep this thread alive, after work I have a story idea about Gilda teaching Gabby how to please a woman.

>>29370894
fans of the fandom are so pathetic.

>>29373242
I like this idea

>>29373242
Bumping

>>29370626
they are sisters

>>29370760
Bill Clinton who let you in here?

>>29373242
Bumping for this.

>>29373242
>Be Gilda.
>Making fuckall selling scones.
>Annoying mail griffon shows up and shoves a letter in your face.
>She's all happy as shit and you're trying really hard not to knock her into the dirt.
>Be easy, Gilda. She's friends with one of Dash's friends and if word got back to Dash you were mean to her...
>"Please open it now! I love hearing good news!"
>Gabby moved from one foot to the next, as Gilda groaned and opened the letter.
>It was from...
>...Gabby?
>You couldn't figure out if it was strange or stupid.
>The stamp on the hand delivered letter makes you lean more in the latter direction.
>But, she wasn't going anywhere till you read it, so might as well suffer through...
>Well.
>OK.
>That...isn't so bad.
>The letter is a dissertation about how amazing you are and how she wants so badly to be closer friends and...
>...it's almost a full page, but you get the idea, you're awesome and you have a fan now.
>Guess if Dash can have them you can too.
>Gabby is still vibrating with excitement as you finish the letter.
"So umm....you wanna be friends?"
>"Yes please!"
"I mean...I know I'm a badass but...can you tell me why?"
>Gabby blushes.
>She looks around like she's about to confess to stealing something before she wanders close and whispers something into your ear.
"Wait...WHAT?!"

>>29375383
>"Sorry, I'm not that good at whispering. I said I want you to teach--"
>You grab her beak and clamp it shut.
"I heard you, dweeb, I just can't believe....you...you're seriously asking me to...wait why do you think I even know how to do that?!"
>She tries to speak through your hold.
>Groaning you let her go.
>"Weren't you and Rainbow Dash...ya know....close?"
>Your face fell flat at the memory coupled with the accusation that you and Dash did more than just fly together.
>But Gabby's innocent look of embarrassment tempers your anger a bit.
"Yea we mighta...but I mean nobody...taught how to...we just figured it out and...you sure you even know what you want? You're barely old enough!"
>"Y-yea I...I do. And she's older and more....experienced and I'm worried that if I'm not good at it then--"
"If she's not a bitch she'll teach you and you'll get closer. Does she even know you like her?"
>"I...I don't know, everytime I see her I can't really tell her."
>Gabby looks to the floor and fumbles with her talons.
>God's she's cute when she's not a hyperactive nutcase.
"Alright alright, once I close up, meet me at my house and don't tell anyone! You got a big beak, Gabby, needs to stay shut!"
>"Really!? THANK YOU SO MUCH GILDA I--"
>You clamp her beak closed again.
"What did I just say, dweeb?!"
>Gabby nods and you let her go.
"I close up around 5, don't make me wait, I might change my mind."
>Gabby nods even faster and flies off.
>What the hell did you just agree to?

>>29375428
>Five o'clock rolls around and when you get home, Gabby is already waiting by your door.
>She's a ball of nervous energy and you still can't believe what she asked you to do.
>You land a few feet away and she squees from either being startled or because you're awesome.
>You're going to go with option two.
>"Hi Gilda! Welcome home! Just thought I'd say hi for no reason and--"
>You groan.
"Did you tell anyone? Pony, griffon, anyone?"
>"Nope! Didn't say anything since the last time we talked! About anything!"
>Her being cute is not making this any easier.
>You unlock your door and head inside, Gabby mere inches behind you.
>After she's inside you close the door and lock it, then go about closing all the shades.
"Meet me in my bedroom."
>Gabby blushes and nods, running off down the hall.
>Once you're sure everything is private, you get a few lanterns lit and make your way to the bedroom.
>Gabby is sitting at the edge of the bed, kicking her legs, her tail thrashing about anxiously.
"Alright dweeb, lemme make sure I heard you right...you have a pony in Ponyville you like and you want me to teach you how to go down on them?"
>Gabby's eyes dart around the room and she nods.
"Does this pony have a name?"
>"It's not important!"
>You're a little shocked how quick she wants to avoid that topic.
>Why would it even matter?
"I don't care who it is, I just wanna know if I know them. You know if they even like girls? Might hurt more if we do this and it turns out they want sausage for dinner."
>"N-no, they like girls, I'm sure of it!"
"How sure?"
>You climbed on the bed and laid next to the nervous, younger griffon.
"Lay down next to me. Girl talk, k?"
>"O-okay! Whatever you say, Gilda!"

Keep Going?

>>29375428
>"I...I don't know, everytime I see her I can't really tell her."
I see where this is going.

>>29375610
Do tell.

>>29375550
>You pat the part of the bed you wanted Gabby to lay on.
>She climbs up and swings her legs behind her.
>You try to be supportive and wrap a wing over her back.
>Gabby looks surprised but quickly seems content with the physical attention.
>She even shimmies a little closer so the sides of your bodies are touching.
>Stop being cute, ya dork!
"So? How sure?"
>"Huh? Oh right, Umm, I talk to her and she mentioned it once or twice. Stuff about liking how mares have nice butts and wings."
"Wings?"
>"Yea, she's a pegasus!"
>Of course she is.
"Uh huh. I can't really see a griffon with a prissy unicorn or whatever the other ones are."
>"...I like wings."
>It's about then when you notice your wing's placement, Gabby's hips relaxing and contracting, her tail stiff at the base and thrashing at the end, and the redness in her cheeks.
>Sheesh, she's about to pop right here just thinking about her crush.
>All over your bed...
>OK, get over yourself, far worse things have happened in here.
"Yea, wings are pretty awesome. You tell this mystery pony she has nice wings?"
>Gabby shook her head.
>No surprise there.
"Maybe you should do that first? Ya know, get a little romancy, that seems like it would be more your thing, Gabs. Makes me wanna puke but I'm a little less--"
>"No, nonono, they'll puke too! I think...I don't know, but what if they like me back and then we end up doing things and I don't know what to do?!"
"OK, OK, you sure?
>"As sure as my cutie mark!"
>Don't even ask, it's not worth the conversation.
"How bout...you tell me what you know first. Maybe you're better off than you think."

>>29375651
Its her.

>>29376293
Not anymore!
totally is and it'll be cute

>>29376060
>Gabby gasped and rubbed her head, forcing a laugh.
>"Oh...you know...you...with your tongue and stuff...like when you're alone but with someone else and..."
>You frowned.
>"I know where my talons go when I feel...extra happy...and how to make an even happier feeling spread from...ya know down there."
"It's a start."
>Sliding away, you rolled on your side.
>Gabby mimicked you, rolling opposite so she faced you.
"Alright look, I have to ask, what exactly do you want me to show you? You want the poindexter version where I tell you what to expect or--"
>"....show me..."
>Gabby whispered, somehow turning redder than before.
>The cuteness was really killing it for you.
>She might be a wound up ball of orgasmic fury but your downstairs was about as dry as a hoofball field in the summer.
>But, who knows, maybe a little lesson might help a bit?
"Alright for starts, you know where the clit is?"
>"Yea!"
>She seemed almost too happy to be aware of that.
"Good, so you know ponies have a lot bigger one than we do right? It's kinda weird but it actually pops out when they're....err...extra happy."
>"...Really?"
"Yea it surprised me too. I guess I get to be honest now, I did do things with Dash a ways. Neither of us know what we were doing it first, that's why I don't think you need to worry so much. Sides' you're like perfect for this kind of thing, you love to help everyone."
>"I know that's why I can't be bad at it! If I'm not good at it then I'm a bother and not helpful!"
>You noticed Gabby was barely making eyecontact anymore.
>Her eyes kept wandering down the length of your body, past your wings to your hips.
>Someone's thirsty.

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>>29376440
I like this

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>You will never help a curious catbird explore their sexuality

>>29376440
>You flicked your tail around your hips, dragging the puff slowly pass the curve of your rear.
>She stared and followed the entire time, sweat beginning to form on her brow.
>Time for her to learn about the most important thing there is.
>Foreplay.
"Alright so, lets say I'm your pony friend."
>"....ok...."
>Hard to tell if that was a nervous whisper or a breathy sigh.
"Well? What's your first move?"
>Gabby's eyes went wide.
>She slid forward, slowly approaching like a cat on the prowl.
>An awkward, trembling cat that made the mattress squeak with every step.
>As she reached for your hip, you swatted her talon with your tail.
"Wrong."
>"....wha?"
"I said wrong. I get it, you've spent the last...I dunno, 6 years feeling yourself up when you got horny and riding your fingers till you were done. That's great when you're alone but it's not how you get someone else worked up."
>"Wouldn't they already be worked up...?"
"Not nearly as much as they could be."
>You didn't feel the need to tell her you were a long way from even slightly aroused.
>"Then how do I..?"
"Come here."
>Gabby closes the distance between the two of you.
"Lay next to me again."
>She complies.
>Your beaks and legs are touching, but you're purposely keeping your hips away from hers.
"Now watch. Lets say I want you to get in the mood."
>"I already am!"
"Ugh, yea, I get it, but pretend you're not for five seconds, dweeb."
>She nods.
>You slowly slip a talon behind her back, and with a single tip of your finger, you trace it gently from the curve above her tail to the small between her wings.
>She gasps suddenly and grips your shoulders.
>Now we're talking.

>>29372353
are you actually retarded

Writefag here, I'll pick it up tomorrow if thread is still alive.

>>29377362
Bump

>>29377094
>And then a skeleton popped out.

>>29377213
>asking a frogposter if he's retarded

Of course he is. are -you- retarded?

>>29376440
>>Someone's thirsty.
i am erect

>>29377362
Bumping for green

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>>29370626
I think they're feathered friends.
I think they're birds of a feather that fuck together

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>>29370626
Just because they have sex occasionally doesn't mean that they are friends.