Disproportionate response
“Dash? Daaash!” yelled Gilda. After a moment, she added in a sullen grumble, “Damn it, Dash, if this is a prank, I’m going to fucking dump you in a tar pit.”
The gryphon was a poem to powerfully muscled flight. A tall, broadly built biped, her feet were large, lion-esque paws, covered – like most of her body - in short brown fur. Tatty blue shorts revealed more of her toned thighs than they hid, clinging to her wide ass, with her leonine tail escaping through a slit. Her wings were folded against her back, darker brown than her body fur, reaching from above her shoulders to below the backs of her knees in long, feathery arcs. Her hands and forearms were bare of fur, more talon-like, and bright yellow. Her head was that of a large bird, with a small yellow beak. A crest of feathers arched out above her face, snow-white and shading to purple at their tips. A tight black jacket hung undone, over a chrome-yellow bikini top that cradled her impressive breasts.
Right at that moment, she was in the middle of what she might have called ‘fucking nowhere’, outside a run-down cabin. She kicked a rusty bucket irritably, sending it careening off the wall of the cabin with a loud clang. “I don’t have all day!”
A strange, sly giggle sounded from the cabin, and the door creaked slowly open. “You’re right, you don’t,” sang a voice that Gilda knew. Even before the pony stepped out into the sunlight, Gilda recognised Twilight Sparkle.
“Oh, great. Rainbow Dash didn’t tell me that the nerd was coming along,” Gilda sneered. “Maybe she didn’t want me to just leave. Why don’t you go buck a tree, pony. Me and Dash have got things to do, and we don’t need a boring worm like you messing it up.”
“Rainbow Dash didn’t tell you anything,” Twilight replied, still with that weird little smile. “I wrote the invitation. I’m pretty good at copying her handwriting, don’t you think? I just had to add some blots in afterwards.”
“Wh- you wrote that?” Gilda’s sneering had been reflexive, but now she was getting angry, and fast. Her wings spread slightly, making her more imposing, and she stalked forward. “You stupid, worm-faced, lying, ink-drinking little idiot. I’m going to make you regret ever messing with me.”
“That’s what I was thinking, actually.” Twilight lifted her head, the odd smile growing wider. “I think you’re not a nice person, Gilda. You picked on me. You picked on all my friends, trying to drive us away. And when you came to Canterlot, you insulted my Princess, too. I think you should regret that.”
“Yeah?” Gilda huffed a sound of amused indignation, smacking one fist into the palm of the other. “Who’s gonna make me? You?”
“That’s right.” Twilight nodded. “I am.”
A brilliant flash lit the forest, so brightly that Gilda’s large, sensitive eyes immediately snapped shut. A thundering blast of magic crashed into her, and before she was even aware of it happening, she toppled. She was unconscious before she hit the floor.
“Wake up, Gilda! It’s time to begin.”
“Mrfffh...” Gilda mumbled, shaking her head slightly in reluctance. She was still tired, she needed to rest some more, she was- her memory snapped into place, and she stiffened. “Mmphghh?!”
She was outside the cabin, stood upright on the thick, tangled grass, despite feeling like she’d only just come around from a deep sleep. Her mouth was full of cloying wet cotton, making it impossible to speak. Her wings strained to spread, but something was binding them to her back, locking them in place, and when she tried to reach back, the jingling of chains dragged her wide-eyed gaze down to her wrists, which were manacled to two long wooden shafts.
Oh, and she was naked.
In fact, no. She was worse than naked, because while there was actually a tiny black thong – which wasn’t hers! - covering her pussy, and there was an obvious bulge against the fabric where it held in what felt like a pretty big dildo. She felt so full, and when she tentatively tried to move her hips, the unmistakable pressure in her ass betrayed another one, just as big at the one filling up her cunt. When she focused on her chest, there were small metal beads taped to her nipples, thin wires leading down to some kind of box tucked into her waistband.
Holy shit.
“Let me go!” she tried to screech, but her beak barely moved, tied firmly shut, and what came out was a series of slurred, indignant mumbles. What the buck even was this?
“Do you like it?” asked Twilight’s voice. It was full of strange, eager nervousness and giddy delight. It had come from behind her.
Gilda’s head twisted – she wasn’t an owl, but she had just enough slack in her wrist chains to half-turn and look behind her – to see Twilight Sparkle, stark naked, set in a little two-wheeled cart. Gilda was manacled to the cart shafts. Total incomprehension flooded Gilda, to the point she could barely even muster the indignation to screech, “Nnfff!”
With a breathy, shivery gasp, Twilight leaned back slightly in her seat and rubbed her hands over both breasts, kneading the small mounds roughly. Pinching her nipples between her fingers, she panted, “Oh, I knew you’d look good all bound up, but I didn’t know you’d look this good. It really makes me glad that you were so mean and cruel, so I could teach you a lesson. Oh, Gilda. You’re going to be my dumb animal bitch, okay?”
“HnnKNNN?” Gilda managed, as much shocked as furious. Okay? It wasn’t okay! It was so far from being okay that ‘okay’ wasn’t going to happen ever again! She was going to shred whatever stupid bindings Twilight had wrapped her up in, and then she was gonna-
Twilight’s horn lit, and an identical glow sparked around the little box shoved into Gilda’s new thong. The first that Gilda knew of it was when the dildos buried in her suddenly began to vibrate, pulsing and throbbing, tingles of magic stimulating every nerve ending in her body. Thrumming pulses vibrated through the metal beads over her nipples, vibrations that managed to feel like they were being kissed and sucked and licked and twisted, all at once.
“Hhhhnnngg!” Gilda moaned gutturally, her knees weakening beneath her. Everything else was wiped away by the feeling of being fucked in both holes, of having her body cruelly, torturously played with. It was shattering, overwhelming; it had been going on for seconds even if it seemed like forever, and already her body was swiftly rising towards an orgasm that approached like a freight train.
Then, with equal suddenness, everything stopped.
"Nn, nnn, nnn," she whimpered, shaking her head. She didn't want it taken away, not now, not when she was so close! But, as the seconds ticked by and the stunning, overwhelming pleasure didn't come back, awareness of her humiliating predicament poured back in, carrying a fresh wash of anger with it. She growled threateningly through her gag, yanking at the chains and making the cart shudder. Maybe if she threw herself to one side, she could get the stupid cart tipped over! If she tried hard, maybe Twilight would end up near enough to kick!
"Oh, Gilda. You shouldn't struggle like that." Twilight's voice dripped with false sympathy. "Do you need another jolt from my horn to settle you down?"
Gilda froze. Yes! cried part of her, while another, more stubborn part demanded she turn it down with all the contempt she could manage. But bigger than either was a sudden sting of fear. "Do not do that again!" she tried to say through her gag, though it was transformed into a series of muffled, indignant mumbles, and she shook her head abruptly.
"Oh, you don't want any of this?" Twilight's voice rose to a playfully questioning lilt, and a flicker of magical power flashed from her horn to the box at Gilda's waist.
"Nnnn!" she howled wordlessly as she felt the thick dildos within her stir to life once more, fucking her doubly, electric pleasure crackling across her nipples. Her taloned fingers dug into the wood of the cart shafts to help keep her upright, stopping her legs collapsing under her as the storm of pleasure peaked and passed, a mere instant that stretched out as her body resonated to it.
Her breathing was loud, sucked in through the small nostril holes in her upper beak.
"Start pulling, Gilda!" sang out Twilight. Some kind of black, leathery implement - a spanking paddle - cracked across Gilda's full ass, and the gryphon howled in outrage, jerking forward a step reflexively. Her claws dug into the soft earth, and she stopped again, refusing to look back at Twilight.
"If you don't... I'll hit you with the jolt again. Or are you addicted already? Do I have to threaten not to jolt you, ever again?"
Cold fear suddenly trickled down Gilda's spine, because the idea of never feeling that pulse again already made a tiny part of her cry out in protest. She'd never felt anything like it, and right at that instant, as hard as she tried to deny it, she did want to feel more. Recoiling from the idea in horror, Gilda tried to pull away from Twilight, and found herself pulling the cart forward across the open grass, just as Twilight had wanted.
She had to get away. Her wide eyes searched the grass, and a jutting, snapped-off tree stump caught her attention. Yes. If she pulled hard for it, but didn't let Twilight know where she was heading until the last minute, maybe she could break the cart and get away. Aiming to pass a few feet away from the stump, Gilda put her back into pulling, and accelerated, the cart rolling smoothly behind her as she towed it across the grass. Her breasts bounced with every step, tugging against the wires.
"That's very good, Gilda! You deserve a reward," Twilight said in a gentle, teasing tone.
Nono- she managed to think before the overwhelming pleasure crashed into her. She stumbled midstride, veering in the wrong direction, trying not to get her legs tangled as her back arched and her head tilted back. Collapsing to her knees, the cart tilting forward, her hips helplessly bucked against nothing. Her dark brown nipples jutted out rigidly, harder than they'd ever been, and a flood of her own juices soaked the black thong and slicked her lightly furred thighs. Everything was blasted out of her mind, drowned in the unspeakable, crushing pleasure that Twilight was inflicting on her, her tits heaving with her ragged breathing, eyes glazed.
After a seeming eternity, the pleasure ended, leaving her stranded on the ground, barely able to move.
"That was a wonderful show you put on," Twilight's voice came from behind her, a small hand stroking along her bound wings. "Let's try that again, shall we?"
Time had passed. Gilda had screeched herself hoarse, alternately in pleasure and rage, but the episodes of rage had grown further and further apart as she found herself trotting along, too mentally exhausted to try to plot, accepting the smacks of Twilight's paddle against her ass that told her to steer left or right. She'd cum more than she'd known she ever could, and every step felt like she was being fucked anew by the enchanted dildos shoved into her body.
Now, the light was fading in the sky, and she stood between the cart shafts, quivering with exhaustion and over-stimulation. It took a few moments for the cloud to clear enough for her to recognise that Twilight was climbing down from the cart, and circling around. Gilda's eyes closed in defeat before she saw her.
Small hands untied the binds on her beak, and eased it open. The mass of sodden cloth was pulled out of her mouth, and her eyelids rose just enough to exhaustedly recognise her own panties lying in Twilight's small hands.
"Poor animal," Twilight murmured soothingly. "So tired. Here, let me wake you up a little."
A gentler, low-level pulse of pleasure spread through her body, and simply didn't stop. Pulses of warmth tingled through her sore nipples, and teasing, soft waves of low-level pleasure flowed from the shafts buried in her cunt and ass. She released an involuntary moan of need, too exhausted to even try not to. It felt so, so good. She could have curled up and just felt that way forever.
"Gilda, you're my bitch, okay?" The words were spoken in a warm, pleasant tone, as if addressing an uncertain animal. "You'll do as I tell you, and you get to feel like this. If you don't, then I guess it'll stop."
The pleasure cut out, completely. The absence felt like a cold sheet of glass passing through her body, and only then did she realise that even when she'd thought she'd been between the jolts of agonising ecstasy, there'd been a low-level, background hum of soothing bliss. "No, no- more, please, more, I'll be good, I'll be good..." she breathed.
"I know you will," Twilight said warmly, and Gilda sighed with relief as the golden pleasure returned. Clinks and rattles sounded as her wrists were unshackled, and suddenly, her hands were free. Without thinking, Gilda's fingers immediately moved to the drenched thong covering her cunt and rubbed up and down against her tingling clit, feeling the hard, round base of the shaft jutting through the fabric just below her fingers.
"I will, I will..." Gilda moaned helplessly. "I'll be your bitch, I will..."
"Because if you misbehave, you might never feel this way. Not ever again." Twilight casually grabbed Gilda's breast and squeezed, the small metal bead trapped between her palm and Gilda's permanently erect nipple. "So be good, bitch."
"Y-yes! Yes, yes... Mistress, yes. Your bitch," panted Gilda. Her will was broken. Her pride was broken. She didn't care. She was Twilight's bitch.
"Come with me," Twilight beckoned her.
Her glazed eyes locked on the diminutive purple figure, Gilda trailed after her towards the old cabin, as if she was the only thing that mattered in the world.