Friday
“How much longer till we get there, Gilda? We've been flying forever,” Rainbow Dash said, clearly starting to lose her breath.
“Ohhhh stop being such a dweeb, we're almost there. I thought you said you're the best flier in Equestria, Hmm?”
“Bitch, We've been flying for the last three hours! I'm built for speed, not distance. Besides I only claim to be the Fastest flier in Equestria, get it right you birdbrain.”
Gilda rolled her eyes and growled. “Whatever.”
The two had made the journey from Ponyville all the way to Griffonstone, sort of an impromptu trip brought on by Dash's fascination with Griffonstone's fertility festival. Gilda mentioned it offhandedly as one of the reasons she was coming to visit Dash, but as soon as that happened, Dash was a proverbial flash-flood of questions.
The festival itself was a week-long event filled with debauchery, the main purpose was to help willing females become pregnant, but that was seen more as an afterthought by most Griffons, most of them instead just trying to see how many times they could get their rocks off.
The brash and arrogant blue pegasus hadn't been laid in almost over two weeks now, which to her felt like an eternity. The moment she heard from Gilda that there was a sex festival going on in her friend's hometown, she almost bolted straight there without a care in the world.
Gilda was quick to slow her down and explain to Dash that for her safety she should be her 'chaperone' so to speak. Along with the fact that she had a secret spot where some of the best and most depraved sex happened, Dash was more than happy to have her friend tag along and help her get laid. Gilda had even hyped up her 'spot' pretty well, the talk of griffon cocks and knots being superior to anypony's cock.
Just the singular thought of taking a knot made Dash drip.
Eventually, the two slowly descended towards the streets of Griffonstone, each of them landing gracefully on the crowded cobblestone. Raucous cheers and laughter could be heard throughout the city, along with the frequent screams and moans of pleasure.
Dash looked around in awe taking in the site of it all. The assortment of debauchery fluctuated from every point on the spectrum. Some were tied and bound, others had all their holes filled, and some were just taking them one at a time. If you looked hard enough you wouldn't have trouble finding something that really piqued your interest. The crowds surrounding the young gorgeous females watched, cheered, and waited their turn to get in on the action as it seemed like almost every female was enjoyably fucked, their faces unable to hide the pure bliss they were going through.
“Woah...” Dash said, her mouth agape. “This is freaking awesome.”
“Pfft,” Gilda rolled her eyes and shook her head, “This is the amateur stuff... C'mon follow me and I'll show you a place where you can have a really good time.” Gilda took Dash's hand and slowly led her through the streets, Since this was Dash's first time seeing this festival, she was nice enough to go at a leisurely pace so Dash could see everything.
Dash and Gilda sat at a small table inside a dimly lit crowded bar, Dash sat with her arms crossed, watching Gilda slowly sip her drink.
“What are we doing here, G? There's literally nothing hot going on here... Is this some kind of prank?” Dash said slightly annoyed.
“Dash... We're the only two females in the whole bar...Calm your fucking tits for just half a second and you'll be stuffed full of more amazing griffon cock than you can handle,” Gilda said right before chugging her drink in three gulps.
Dash wasn't going to take that subtle jab slide, she looked around the bar, sizing up all the guys hungrily looking at the both of them, she quickly retorted. “There isn't a guy here, I can't handle, G. If anything none of them will be able to keep up with me.”
Gilda nearly fell out of her chair as she started to laugh loudly.
Dash frowned and puffed her cheeks out. “What! What's so funny?”
Gilda wiped a tear from her eye while catching her breath. “Dash, I've seen first hand what these guys do to ponies when they're allowed to go all out...Trust me they'll fuck your brain to mush before you tire any of them out.”
“Bring it on then.”
Gilda looked at Dash blankly before shaking her head, “Whatever dweeb, it's your funeral.”
Gilda stood up from, cleared her throat, and loudly announced for all the bar patrons to hear.
“All right guys, my pony friend here says she can handle anyone of you birdbrained freaks..” The crowd began to murmur and wide predatory grins slowly appeared on most of the guys listening as they all leered at Rainbow Dash. “So let's make sure to give her the complete Griffonstone Festival 'experience'.”
“Is that so?” One of the men in the bar yelled. “That hot piece of pony ass over there thinks she can hang with us when it comes to fucking?”
“Hell yeah, I can! I bet you fuckers dick's are so tiny, I'll be here all week wondering when the action is going to start.”
“Oooooooh” the patrons roared in unison.
“We've got a feisty bitch here!” Another griffon yelled out. The crowd surrounded Dash, encircled by a hoard of horny griffons ready to prove this loud-mouthed pony just how wrong she was. “Don't worry, once we're through with yah, you'll be singing a different tune, If yah can even talk afterward.”
Dash was beginning to have second thoughts. Having one of the largest cocks she'd ever experienced ream her ass tended to have that kind of effect on somepony though. She screamed in rapture for the third time in only fifteen minutes as her pussy and ass convulsed in unison on the two girthy griffon rods sawing in and out of both her holes at the moment. She was held off the ground by the largest griffon there, the lean and athletic mare's legs were stretched upward and almost behind her head while her arms were essentially trapped behind her back. She had no control over anything, she was just along for the ride.
Her eyes watered and her vision became blurry as the two cocks continued to thrust into her, stretching her beyond her wildest dreams. The feeling of fullness overwhelming her, her muscles tightened, her eyes rolled back into her head, a low guttural groan escaped her mouth as she came again, a torrent of her own sticky clear fluids bursting past the cock stuffing her marehood and leaking down on to the floor.
“All that tough talk seems to of been lost now, huh? You keep cumming like a poor pent-up pony slut.” The griffon in her ass hissed into Dash's ear. “ You're just a wonderfully tight griffon cocksock now.”
“If you think your holes are stretched now, just wait till we knot inside you. It'll stretch you even more,” The griffon railing her pussy added.
It wasn't long before Dash started to feel the signs of pair inside her meeting their peak. Their grunts became louder, sounding labored, and their thrusts became frantic.
“Get ready for a double knotting, slut.”
Each of them hilted Dash and grinded for a few moments. At first, Dash didn't notice anything different, but then it happened. She felt the bases of both cocks expanding, stretching her asshole and pussy even further. Her eyes turned to pinpricks as she screamed in pain, her body trying in vain to squirm and struggle away. She started to feel the warm deluge of griffon spunk painting her insides. Each of them continued to pump more seed into the groaning and whimpering mare. Until their knots deflated and they were able to extract themselves from her.
Before she even had a second to recover, or say anything, another pair of griffons had her stuffed and bouncing on both their cocks. The juices leaking out from the previous pounding provided more than enough lubricant to have them easily slide up inside her all the way to the base of each cock.
Dash's mouth hung open, her body strained, holes stretched, and her mind drowning in pleasure. The only sound coming from the mare was a squeak that happened each time one of the griffons fucking her thrust into her particularly rough.
Time started to become a blur, she'd lost count of how many times she'd cum somewhere around fifteen, from then on it was anyone's best guess. Both of her holes had been abused multiple times and it seemed like the number of guys left was never-ending.
Some of the more impatient guys decided to sell how well her throat felt. They weren't disappointed, each one of them busting down her throat and filling her gullet with baby batter. The scariest moment for Dash so far was when one of the griffons using her throat knotted inside her mouth. His cock filled her throat completely and the knot caused her cheeks to puff out like a chipmunk and cut off her air-supply, she was forced to swallow more spunk and continue being fucked in both holes while she held her breath waiting for the knot stuck in her mouth to deflate so she could breathe. Her lungs burned for air, all the while the cocks inside made her cum even harder than any previous time. She was light-headed and on the verge of passing out when the cock in her throat finally pulled out and she gasped desperately for air.
Finally, there was a moment for Dash to recover. “Please... No more, it's too much, I give up.” She said raspily.
The crowd roared with cheers and laughter, everyone in the bar began high fiving one another. Dash just lay there sore and motionless, confused by what was going on.
Gilda crouched down in front of Dash and groaned, it looked like she hadn't even been touched by any of the guys. “Dash, you idiot. I told you that you couldn't handle this and you still tried anyway. And if failing wasn't bad enough, you went and said the one phrase I told you not to say when we walked in...”
“Huh, what, what do you mean?” Dash asked still mentally out of it.
Gilda grabbed Dash's head and turned to so it was facing a large sign that hung above the bar.
It read:
During the festival, any female who issues a challenge to the patrons and under their own will says the phrase 'I give up' will become the bar slut for the remainder of the festival.
Dash's eyes bugged out as her brain realized what she had just done. She was stuck here for another two full days and at the mercy of any patron of the bar.
“No no no no no no, Fuck that, I can do this for another two days,” Dash whined still laying on the floor.
“You don't have a choice, Dash. You screwed up, you have to live with the consequences... Besides the festival is only for two more days.”
Dash tried to stand, her legs wobbling and shaking as she found her balance. “There's no way to get out of it?”
“The only thing you can do is be the bar slut for the rest of the festival.... Trust me it's not too bad, they even give you a room just for you.”
Dash sighed. “Fine... If I don't have any other choice. Where's my room?”
“Upstairs, first door on the left. I'll come back and pick you up when the festival's over, I got shit to do and I'm not wasting my time here just to watch all these guys sexually torment you. Good luck though.” Gilda said.
Dash shook her head and made her way to her room, laying down on the bed, she closed her eyes and thought to herself. 'It's only two days, how bad can it get?