————— Part One —————
She knew this wasn’t a good idea. Trying to shortcut through a missing piece of wood in the fence. Gilda could’ve merely flapped her wings, and flown over it. That is, if the determined griffon had not been so stubborn. Once she decides to do something, few could possibly change her mind. Good idea, or bad idea, Gilda was persistent to cross between the missing sticks, and make her way home.
Being stuck, however, was not a fun feeling she discovered. Standing, with half your limbs sticking outwards, was an awkward sensation. And one she hopefully could wiggle her way out of. Using her hoofs, the struggling griffon clinched her paws into the rough, grassy field in front of her. This should give a needed advantage for the griffon to pull herself out of such a tight situation. With eyes squinted, and teeth gritted, Gilda leaned herself forwards—arching her lower back and tensing her muscular legs. Making little progress, if any at all, the frustrated griffon paused for a moment to catch her breath.
Vowing to try, again, Gilda would push even harder than before. This time, she would not only put her lower back muscles into the task, along with her gripping front paws, but her back hoofs, as well. With her knees bent, and her calves pushing hard into the ground behind her, Gilda began kicking with all her might. With her tail pointing upwards, demonstrating the amount of effort she was implying, Gilda could only imagine how silly she must have looked. Which in turn, annoyed the frustrated griffon even more. Should that even be possible.
Panting for breath, the tired, half-eagle, hale-lion girl was running out of ideas to get herself free. Thankfully, it was a warm, sunny day. Not a cloud in-sight, so she didn’t have to worry about any downpours of rain drenching her well-groomed fur. Birds were chirping, rabbits could be heard hopping among the grassy field, and a steady gust of wind would often blow through; lightly brushing the griffon’s fur. However, being stuck within a nice atmosphere wasn’t enough to calm down Gilda’s state of sheer aggravation. With an irritated facial expression, she began thinking to herself. “Great. Now what am I supposed to do?”
Among the sounds of spring and chirping fowl, Gilda suddenly heard humming. It sounded peaceful. Listening to birds was something she always took for granted, and never paid much attention to. “Ah,” she said aloud, as her angry eyes relaxed for a moment. “That sounds kinda nice. So sooth… so calming…” Her glowing eyes suddenly formed into small, surprised pupils, as the stuck griffon began to realize something. The voice she she heard humming wasn’t a bird. In fact, it sounded like Pinkie Pie’s voice! No way. Could it be?
As the humming got closer and closer, Gilda’s worst fear had come true. It was indeed the singing of one pink, puffy pony known as Pinkie. Who was tagging along with Gilda’s personal and longtime friend, Rainbow Dash. “What to do, what to do, what do,” the panicked griffon thought to herself. Would she cry out for help? It may be her only chance of getting home before sundown. Or, keep quiet, remain stuck, and hopefully find a way out herself? Either way, Gilda’s pride had gotten the best of her, as it typically did. No way she was gonna allow the others to catch her in such a helpless situation. “I don’t need Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie’s help,” she assured herself. “I don’t need anyone’s help!”
Just as Gilda was reminding her prideful, griffon-self of her independence, she realized the humming had stopped. The echoing sound of two giggling ponies could be heard from behind. Looking over her shoulder, Gilda’s widened eyes met with those of Pinkie and Dash. “Oh my!” said Pinkie Pie with a mischievous grin on her face. “Someone’s looking a little stuck!” The two ponies playfully laughed at Pinkie Pie’s pun. Nervously chuckling together along with them, Gilda began to explain her situation. “Yeah!” the griffon fake-fully laughed. “So, about that! Think you gals could lend me a hoof, and help me outta this predicament?” Before her sentence was even finished, she noticed Pinkie Pie had began hopping back-and-forth over the fence. Leaping from one side, then back to the other, repeatedly, the energetic pony was obviously in a playful mood.
“Look, Rainbow Dash!” the hyper pony laughed, as she continued to jump and land on each side of the fence. “Lion!” she exclaimed, as she landed behind the stuck griffon. “Eagle!” she chimed, each time she landed back on the other side.
“Lion!”
“Eagle!”
“Lion!”
“Eagle!”
The two could barely control their laughter, as both Rainbow Dash and her lively companion, Pinkie, howled in laughter. Gilda began to make some rather prominent growling noises of her own. Ones that didn’t seem quite so amused as the giggling ponies behind her. Removing a hoof she used to cover her laughing mouth, Dash took note of her old friend, Gilda’s annoyance. “Don’t worry, Gilda,” the light blue colored pony insisted. “We’ll get you unstuck.” Walking a little closer to the trapped griffon, Dash realized the view her stuck pal was offering. Gilda’s firm calves, and thick thighs sturdily held up the frustrated griffon’s large posterior. “Dat ass!” Rainbow jokingly chimed, as she humorously gave the griffon a smirk. More laughs followed. “Grr!” Gilda replied in a furious tone. “Knock it off! You two just get me unstuck, already!” With eyebrows slanting downwards, and a grumpy expression clear upon her face, Gilda couldn’t look anymore irritated. “Unstick me! Now!”
“Chill out!” Rainbow Dash retorted. “We’ll get you outta there, G.” The griffon started to relax. The muscles in her back legs began to ease their tension. “But!” the young pony exclaimed; placing a hoof on Gilda’s exposed rump. Pinkie giggles at the pun Dash didn’t catch. “I don’t see why we can’t have some fun, first. Right, G?”
Gilda’s facial expression drops, as Pinkie and Dash exchange devious smirks.
“So, Pinkie? Lion or eagle?”
————— To Be Continued —————
