Tales from Squawkers

by nobody495

First published 2nd of June, 2020

Witness tales taking place in a promiscuous restaraunt housing beautiful, beautiful griffons.

In Equestria, there exists a restaurant squared off in the far corner of town. And for good reason. This was a place for a very specific kind of pony, the kind that're willing to part with bits just to see some fancy ladies. Read along and view a few visits to Sqwakers.

Commissioned by Viken666

The Fresh Patron vs the Veteran

Graduation, graduation, graduation! I can’t believe it, I actually graduated! Ok, ok, I should probably slow down a little. Anyways, I’m Smoky, I’m an earth pony. I’ve been in school for a long, long time. But now, finally, I’ve gone through my senior year, got a canvas for a cutie mark after modeling, and now I’m ready to go out into the next stages of my life! But not yet. No, tonight I celebrate! I’ve had a few friends graduate before me, and I’ve heard them go off to a strange location to celebrate. They each spoke of it in excitement, so I thought it’d be nice to check it out myself! Don’t get me wrong, I’m probably not going to tell anypony about it, it’s a bit too embarrassing to just talk to ponies about it.

The restaurant was holed up in a seedy part of town, intended to be separate from the rest of the normal living spaces. I got closer and closer, feeling a little shaky as I neared this space my friends enjoyed. I got closer and closer, and arrived before the strange spot. It was two floors tall, and had white walls with orange highlights. This was the restaurant all of my post-grad friends talked about. And strewn over the double doors is the establishment’s name, “Squawkers”.

According to my friends, some griffons were employed under this strange location, and were paid to dress up in skimpy outfits to present themselves to those that dine here. There are apparently different levels of entertainment, but those would cost more and more. I wasn’t employed yet, so I’d decide to instead go for the cheapest option. I took in a few deep breaths and neared the door, where I’d spread the doors open, unveiling the innocuous inside, a lobby with doors on either side of a cashier counter, who was apparently there to make sure the right ponies were in, and the wrong ponies weren’t. I got closer and closer, where I’d find myself looking on a very mature-looking griffon, her boasting silvery feathers with a white head, and a very modest uniform, boasting a white shirt, black pants, and a white and orange apron boasting the restaurant’s logo on it. When I stood before her, she gave me a once over.

“You here on your own?” she asked. I found myself having a bit of trouble speaking, as I stood really close to what was apparently a very, very naughty location for my friends. Still, I managed a nod. “I need t’see some identification, kid.”

“O-of course,” I affirmed. I searched my pockets, before pulling up a card and brandishing it before her. She looked over it, before nodding and handing it back. And like that, another griffon showed up, and carted me off into the restaurant itself. As I progressed, I’d see a few ponies in here like myself, some sitting grouped at tables, but most on their own. Meanwhile, many griffons were around the floor, either with or without a platter of various meals on it. And each one were dressed in one of those outfits I saw offered. As we walked, the griffon directing me gave a few directions.

“Remember, you have rules here,” she started. “No nudity, no insertions, no brushing near points of insertion, and you can’t do anything you haven’t paid for, nor that your server doesn’t consent to. Be safe, and have fun.” I nodded in understanding, and soon I was sat at one of the tables, this one having some highchairs reaching up to a similarly tall tabletop. I climbed upon the chair and looked over the tabletop, where the griffon that directed me set a laminated menu down in front of me. I looked over it. I could see some very normal food: hayburgers, salads, so on… However, unfolding it showed off another section.

This part of the menu showed me “services”, and a few outfits on it: maid, schoolgirl, nurse, nun, or bunny girl. Services appeared to be pose, feel, feel self, and spank. According to the instructions below, I’d have to write out the services I wished, before my server would arrive. In the end, I personally decided that going for a schoolgirl might be weird, me no longer being in school and all, and I wasn’t sure I was into any nun-stuff or maids. The nurse seemed kind of alluring, but I eventually decided instead I’d settle on bunny girl, at which I’d write that down on a paper slip provided at the table, in addition to a… few, services that I thought might be fun. I folded it up, as per instructions, before handing it off to the griffon that waited for me. She took it and pocketed it, before walking off.

What followed was what seemed like a few, torturous minutes that felt like they went on way too long. Waiting… waiting… But eventually, she came before me. And, despite my prepping, I was not ready for her. This griffon wore red feathers and a yellow head. And over that was a striking, blue bunny outfit, with a set of bunny ears on top of her head, and a blue outfit wrapping around her hips and bust. Her legs and things, meanwhile, were wrapped up in sparkly blue pantyhose. The entire outfit tugged tightly around this amazon-like griffon, her standing a foot taller than me~ In a moment, I swore I was drooling, and so I tried to turn away while she got closer and closer.

“You must be tonight’s master,” she said in an upbeat voice. I blushed harder at her words as she leaned in really close. “No food, eh? …You seem a bit young for the usual clients. First timer, boy?” It felt as if my tongue swelled up in my mouth. I tried muttering out an answer, but in the end settled on nodding before her. At that, she seemed to let out a curt giggle, before standing straight up. “It’s alright. We all have to start somewhere~” she assured me while patting my shoulder. “Now, why don’t you turn towards me? It’ll be a little harder to get your bit’s worth when your eyes are off of the show.”

“Y-yeah, you might be right,” I muttered. I sat straight up before looking at the bunny-dressed lady. There, I noticed she wasn’t quite standing straight up. No, instead, she was puffing her chest out to accentuate her breasts as the tight bunny suit pulled against them. She then held her hands high overhead to stretch out her spine, shoving more of her body forwards, before leaning backwards and bringing one of her legs up. She placed it across my lap, leaving me feeling that sparkly pantyhose across my thighs. I shuddered and shook, my face growing exceptionally red…

I’d chosen to be able to grasp a thigh, which was prompted to me when the griffon stepped forwards a little more so that said thigh was closer to me. I hovered my hands over them wearily… before eventually setting them down to feel them. Those pantyhose were exceptionally smooth, and really thin, making me feel as if I was holding onto her naked thigh. It was far too large for me to wrap my hands around, and seemed about as wide as both of my arms. I gave a few squeezes, and sure enough, that giant thing was firm. She pulled her leg back a little, allowing me to lean towards it, and instead plant my cheek against it.

I took in a deep breath as I felt her upper leg, before sighing happily. I ground my cheek into her while hugging her lower leg. She gave a small giggle before stroking the top of my head. Eventually, though, there was a little more work for me to do. Like that, she pulled her leg off of me, me leaning back so that she could set the foot down. And then, she came in real close and leaned forwards, her suit, again, contorting against her breasts. They hovered in front of my face, myself shaking a little as they hovered really close. I brought a hand up and carefully hovered near her bust, my jaw hanging as they were really close. This still felt a little weird, like somepony in a unfirom would spring up out of nowhere and spring some cuffs on me.

As I contemplated, I heard that griffon giggle and run her hands up her abdomen, before cupping her breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze and shake in front of me. I was panting by now. Shuddering as those darn things put on a show for me. Eventually, my dumb mind couldn’t take it anymore. I brought my hand up, and suddenly thrusted it forwards to latch upon one of her boobs as if they were a stress ball. She let out a light moan as I held it, and in that moment, I felt frozen. Meanwhile, the griffon looked down at me with her big, pretty eyes, them seeming… inviting…
…

A new day, a new patron. I was none other than Lilli, a griffon that stayed in this establishment for a long time. There were many a bad boy in here, but I didn’t really tend to attract them. I don’t know, maybe my size intimidates them all into letting me grind my heel upon them. I knew when to lay the hammer down on some boy, but I also knew when someone was new. So, the moment I saw this plum-pink, red-maned, canvas-cutie mark-having colt sitting at the table, I had an idea as to what I was dealing with. Especially considering how, ahem, vanilla this “Smoky’s” request list was.

Of course, he did the usual fresh-new face boys like him usually did. They probably once upon a time thought that girls would be slaving over them, begging them to undress and unveil themselves, but the moment they find themselves before a grand lady, they realize that they’re in way over their head. Call me predatory, but those were definitely my type. And as long as those boys remained that way, I was more than happy to keep them enticed and lead them through their first visit. So, I’d come in, say something lewd to test the waters, then assure them that they were in good claws.

Eventually, little Smoky went on with the stuff he actually paid for, which started with me offering my leg to her. I set it on his lap, and lemme say, it’s very rare I see a colt cuddle against my thighs as if it were a pony-sized teddy bear. I couldn’t help but enjoy a bit of cute-ness in my business, and part of me thought to stroke his little head, though I needed a bit more prodding. The wrong touch might just make the little guy too nervous. Then again, I can’t exactly not offer him what he ordered. So, my leg was gone, and then the gals would come forwards for his joy, and like that, I caught him looking up at them like he was gazing upon the eighth wonder of the world. Cute~

He soon grasped one of them, and did not much else. I could physically see the gears in the kid’s mind grinding as he contemplated what he could possibly do while he had me in his grasp. This was fine, he just had to put his mind to it and figure out what it was he wanted to do. I remember being as young and dumb like him, I didn’t realize that stuff like this wasn’t a matter of square block goes in square hole or something as clear as that. No, he’d have to figure out exactly what he wanted to do on his own time. And as he thought and thought, I was sure I could read his little fantasies just be looking into his eyes. And I’m pretty sure at least one of them had these two around his face~

I decided I should probably give him a little more aid. So, I brought a hand up over his, and gently rubbed it into my breast. I saw that boy blush harder and harder, his soft cheeks burning brightly as he was forced to massage me. I cooed merrily, though made sure to angle my chest so that he was looking at it. I imagined that, even to his virgin mind, that this lady looked a little naked without his other hand on it. Sure enough, I saw him carefully lift a hand up and hover before it. I smiled warmly at him, trying to keep my own personal entertainment out of the grin, before nodding at him.

It seemed like my prodding was enough for that boy, for in a moment, he reached out to me and grasped my other breast. I let out a coo as he held it, before reaching out and gently rubbing his hands into my bust. I felt him try to pull away a bit, but this was what he paid for, and he was going to get it. I held him close and tight, suppressing the need to lick my beak. However, that kid was getting so bright red from all of the work, that I was beginning to think that he’d light up like the wick of a candle. So then, I decided to release my grasp of him, at which his arms snapped back into their original position, at which he swiveled towards the table and away from me. I could tell plainly what was going through that boy’s mind: he clearly feared that he’d bitten off more than he can chew.

Still, that wasn’t all of the bits. He may’ve exhausted his time with her breasts, but there was more of me to enjoy, and I had a feeling that colt realized it. I smirked and swung a leg up, before propping it on top of the table, thrusting tonight’s entertainment before his precious little eyes. They were wide with worry and I saw him reel back. I leaned forwards to show off my flexibility, grasping my ankle. And then, I gently, alluringly slid my hand up it, over my knee, before curving around to rub my thigh. I was sure that he could see the gentle squish of my muscles as I stroked up to my hip. I saw his pupils follow my hand, pausing only to observe the way my body squeezed and molded around my hand as it traveled, soon ending with a smack to my side that sent out a ripple. And right there, young Smoky looked as if he was caught in the hypnotic magic of a changeling.

I smirked before swiveling around keeping my leg on the table. And like that, he was now looking at my ass, it tightly defined by this beautiful suit. Peering back, I saw his eyes locked onto either cheek as if he were thrust into a sudden staring contest. This suit was made of a soft latex, so I’m sure he could see the shine wrap around my glutes. I gave a curt little shake, and caught his head swaying in sync. I giggled again, before pulling my leg off of the table again, his precious little piece of merchandise leaving his presence for but a mere moment, but enough to draw a look of longing out of him. But, with that tease, that was all I’d need. He didn’t pay for much, and we were nearing the end of my service to him. Now, there was one thing left~

His vision was fixated, his mind longing. I just had to lay out the bate. And so, I thrusted my backside backwards, making sure those glutes really popped for that boy. And like that, he was swiftly sent into another blushing fit. He reared back on his chair, as if he were trying to escape from some scary monster that’d eat him alive~ I giggled and gave another shake before him.

“Come now, you paid for a certain something else, didn’t you~?” I cooed out as I shook. That colt was shivering up a storm in that chair, and was oozing with sweat. Heck, for how new he was to this world of entertainment, he might be oozing something else~ Still, my hips would eventually come to a stop and linger there in anticipation of his next move. And as it lingered there, I could see his… revelation? Well, I wouldn’t call it that, I think he knew what the next part was, he ordered it. No, it was more like he was becoming cognizant of a very important lesson about growth and the world we adults inhabit. Either he does this, or he’s wasted his bits. He wasn’t getting out of here without his money’s worth~

With that, I saw him raise his hand up, it shaking about with discomfort as he looked over my pooooooor~ and vuuuuuulnerable rump~ Despite this, he knew the inevitable was coming. And then, he forced his arm down to deliver a powerful smack to one of my buttocks! It was accompanied by a loud noise, that seemed to startle even him as he leapt back in his chair. With that smack, I saw him bury his face into his arms. I stood back up and sighed merrily.

“You did well, hun~” I cooed. And at that, I began to see him withdraw from his little shell.
…

After that day, I decided I’d have to go home to my room to think about some stuff. My heart was pounding my chest as I left the restaurant. Though, on my way out of the lobby area, I saw that griffon wave “goodbye” to my in a somewhat flirtatious fashion. I still felt funny, and kept on moving forwards, hoping to shake off all that’d happened today… and what’d happened in my shorts…

Lion's Den

Author's Notes:

Warning: The commissioner wished to demonstrate some of the darkness associated with the location. As such, there is sexual harassment later in the chapter, albeit no direct sexual acts. If you're uncomfortable with that, feel free to skip.

Over in Squawkers, it was garnering more and more attention from the nearby populous. As such, they needed more employees, and so they sent out word on the nearby paper. Of course, they need to make sure it is the right paper, they can’t just let anyone see it. No, they need pretty gryphons. Fortunately, they were able to keep the advertisement relatively hush-hush, and were able to find a fairly pretty lady. I’m a griffon with a white body and a turquoise head. Others would say I have a pear-shape body, and I guess I see what they mean… My name is Bangles. I arrived and I was very uncomfortable.

Throughout my stay, I’d get many a pony looking over me, and I could tell they were imagining what I’d look like without my outfit. I always felt so dirty as I did what they paid for, and repeatedly the staff here would tell me that this is normal, that many of them weren’t prepared for all of the attention when they started out. They said that it gets easier the more they get used to it, and they keep assuring me that I’m a natural over here. I didn’t quite believe what they said, at least at first.

See, the more and more I got involved with the work, the more I began to realize how much more naturally it was coming. I felt slightly self conscious about how rarely ponies asked for my breasts, especially in comparison to many of the other griffons, but I got quite a few requests for my backside to compensate. Though much of the money went to the restaurant, I was making quite a bit from my lewd services, and quite a bit from tips. I was getting so, so much more rich! After a while, I was getting so much more confident! Especially when the employees assured me that everyone had each other’s back in these walls.

The next day came, where I’d continue serving these guys. Today, it seemed like there was a party of ponies who wanted to play. Well, “play” is what the other griffons said whenever a pony ordered griffons to perform for them. They were usually more confident and more prepared to say stuff like that, but I don’t think I’m quite ready to use their dialect. Either way, five ponies wanted me to put on a show to me, and I would make sure to give them a show. These must’ve been repeats, at least one of them, because they seemed to request me personally. I guess my butt really got on someponies minds.

The note they’d sent to me gave requested that I wore the maid outfit. So, I wore the black outfit, a lacy servant uniform boasting a very short skirt and a white undershirt that threatened to wrap under my breasts and expose my bareness to onlookers. Meanwhile, the skirt threatened to curl above my backside and show off those tailfeathers. So, I made sure that I was dressed just right, at which I began to move out of the room. They gave me a platter full of various foods they’d apparently ordered, and thus walked out to the proper table.

Forwards and forwards I went while carrying the platters carefully, though with a proper poise. Whenever each griffon wore a different outfit, they each were tasked with adopting a certain character. Nuns would have a reverence to their stride as they carried their stuff, rabbit ladies would have a saunter as they walked, schoolgirls had a giddiness as they carted their stuff around, and, well, I had to demonstrate my servitude as I progressed to the table. All helps to keep the clients enticed, as if they’re looking upon a character that’ll entertain them, like I was a real actor. Anyways, I got closer and closer, and soon found the table.

There, I’d find myself looking at a table full of older stallions, them each seeming somewhat muscular and slightly taller than me. One had green fur, one had sky blue, one had yellow, one had berry red, and one had violet. They didn’t seem to distinct from each other, save for the fur, though I was certain I recognized the sky blue and the yellow one. Upon seeing me approach, that thought was confirmed as those two seemed elated by my appearance, the two of them waving at me. Meanwhile, the other three seemed to be gawking at me, as if they were now understanding what they were brought here to check out. I imagine those other two had personalized their orders, so I can only wonder what the other three probably ordered. I stood by the table, and then set down the platters before them.

“Your orders, my masters,” I said as I set down the meals.

“Ah, what great service!” the yellow stallion said in elation. The many ponies dove into the foods and dragged out what they thought were their foods, before placing them in front of them. I’d have to linger before them for a moment, as opposed to go out and serve other ponies. After all, I had orders to present for them.

“I believe we told you guys about Bangles, right?” the sky blue one said to the table. They each nodded, all while still gawking towards me. I supposed I never quite got over the stares. I couldn’t help but blush under their gazes. It still felt really dirty as they looked upon me and tried to ascertain exactly what I must look like under all of this. “What’d we say? She’s a real beaut’, isn’t she~?” The stallions each nodded in response.

“I just can’t believe what I’m seeing,” the berry red stallion said.

“I think she’s wider than my hips,” the violet one said. I blushed harder and harder and gave a gentle sway before them. They wanted to see, so I had to, as the griffons put it, show off for them. Not show off what they paid for, just yet. No, I had to work up the spirit to display for them. They each kept on looking at me and kept on observing my curves. Eventually, they sighed dreamily. A few of the stallions would focus on eating, while the yellow and sky blue one looked at me.

“Now, we paid for the first few things,” yellow said. “So, you’ll show me those legs, won’t you~” I blushed at the request, and understood.

“Y-yes, masters,” I answered. And then, with their request, I brought up a leg, before putting it down on the tabletop. A few of the currently eating ponies stopped for a moment to gawk, some crumbs falling from their lips. They each reached towards my leg, hovering over it as if it was sacrilegious to just touch it. It wasn’t, just as long as the touchers weren’t weird about it. Eventually, they were on my calves and thighs, and giving a few squeezes. They could feel not firmness, but a sort of plumpness, yet another thing that made me self conscious... After feeling it, they’d stop squeezing, before gliding their hands down my legs, and brushing dangerously close to the soles of my feet.

I wasn’t comfortable with them going way down there, so I’d pull away from them when I felt one of their fingers go down there. My leg was back down, and I knew there were a few more things I’d have to do. And there was an alarming amount of them that asked to me to show off my rump. And so, the first thing would come, where I’d have to turn around and give my backside a little shake towards them. I could feel each pony lean over to get a good look at my “cans” as the employees called them. The skirt was short enough to give them a view of it. This outfit usually came with white panties, but considering my white body, we figured black would make for a better contrast while fitting with the suit’s aesthetic.

I shook more and more, and I was sure that the two could see my cheeks shake and sway with each move of my hips. And, upon peering back behind me, I could see their heads sway in tune with my shaking butt. This couldn’t go on forever, there was more stuff to do for them. But I was sure that if I kept at this that they’d tip me generously. Soon, though, the time for the simple shake was over. Now, it was onto what was one of the more lewd requests…

I backed up more and more, to the point where My chubby butt smushed against the edge of the tabletop, angled so that it peered out from under the skirt. I heard the many ponies there lean forwards a bit, and soon I felt their hands hover dangerously close to my rear. This was a bit dangerous as there was a lot of room to be in violation. They just had to make sure they were far enough away from the valley between either cheek. Thankfully, the usual client was at least that decent. No, these all were merely content with stroking my jiggly cheeks.

For a bit, they seemed strangely content to just rest on my buttocks. Before long, however, they were brushing along my buttocks’ surface, and, of course, squeezing them. It didn’t particularly hurt, there was plenty of fat to absorb the pinches, but it was still embarrassing. My buttocks squeezed and coiled around their hands, seeping through their fingers. I’m pretty sure I heard one of those ponies let out a “woah” as they felt it, as if still in disbelief about what was presented right before them. I couldn’t contain my blush as they kept on stroking and stroking. Eventually, they seemed to have their fill of just feeling me, for they gave pause. I could feel them begin to pull away, and as nice as it seemed, I knew there was still a service they had paid for. And I couldn’t exactly just not provide it, that was real bits they’d spent that wouldn’t be compensated for.

“Don’t go too far, you guys~” I cooed out while still sticking my butt out. I felt them pause for a moment. “I saw five payments for a good old fashioned smack to the rump! And considering how many of you there are, I’m willing to bet that each of you asked for it~” I peered over my shoulder at them, and saw five heads each nodding in affirmation.

“Th-these two recommended it,” the berry red one said. I let out a giggle at that. I don’t think I got recommendations before.

“Well I’d be happy to accommodate!” I cooed. “Now, remember, you each get one.”

“Aw,” I heard the violet one whine. Then I heard the yellow one lightly knock his shoulder in light admonishment while the rest of the table giggled at his outburst. He took a few more bumps to the shoulders, and then I felt each jovial head turn towards my backside. Then I saw each of them lift up a hand. I would ask that they go one at a time were I out of character, but I still had to serve as the pretty maid girl. And so, in a seemingly random flurry, each hand came down and smacked haphazardly on either buttock of mine.

Each smack predictably jiggled my buttocks, them wobbling in a flurry. The two of them bounced before them, before coming to a slow stop. The staff would be tasked with reacting differently to this kind of attack. Some of the more regal/dominative-looking griffons would hold back any cry or pain, but those dressed in a more subservient-looking uniform like myself would have to let out their pain, helps to complete the image and all. So, upon those hits, I gave a squeal of shock. I could hear those stallions give themselves a congratulatory laugh at my reaction, and I was sure they had a good eyeful of my smacked buttocks.

I sighed quietly to myself and stood upright. As humiliating as that was, there was still a few more services for me to do. For now, that’d involve showing myself off a little more. So, I’d pull my ass away from them, and for a moment I could feel a couple of hands hover longingly over my fleeing buttocks. I was soon away from their grasp and standing straight up, such that my skirt was covering more of my butt. And, sure enough, those stallions were trying to peer down and around the blocking clothing. Those guys were stretching really far to get an upskirt of me.

“Now, wouldn’t you rather see what else I can do?” I asked. With that, the many stallions snapped back up to attention, a few of them thudding against the underside of the table as they brought themselves up. I saw sky blue, yellow, and violet rubbing their pained scalps. Luckily for me, the next few requests were relatively vanilla, just me being required to flaunt my stuff for them. A couple of them asked to see my breasts, probably without the warning of their friends. That was a funny word for it: “Warning”, like my body had to have some form of disclaimer or whatever for the benefit of my patrons… I really had to stop thinking that way. This was just a job… just a job… and I was performing for them…

Either way, I’d start by cupping under my breasts, them seeming only slightly smaller than the palms of my head. I made sure to prop them up just right, before giving them a little shake side to side for the crowd of stallions. I was well aware of how underwhelming this bust was compared to the usual staff, so I wasn’t really bothered by the less enthusiastic reactions from the group. Though, still, the lot of them did seem to follow my moves. I was simply shaking them side to side with my hands, before eventually shaking my shoulders to increase the swing. And at that point, those stallions really seemed to be paying attentions. I shook and shook more and more, before slowing down and simply squeezing my breasts with my hands, a feat that was awfully simple considering their size.

Eventually, I’d stop feeling them and stop moving them for the group, allowing them to settle into place. This was far from the end, however. No, they wanted me to show off more of my body. Now, they wanted me to give them a show of my legs, another one. I suppose that this was one of the returning duo’s recommendations. So, now I brought up my skirt a little to brandish my thighs, and began by flexing it a little for them. They could see my chubby thigh flex and throb with my effort. They really seemed to like what they were looking at, to the point where a few of them were starting to stand up and out of their seats. I was amazed at how excited they were over this, maybe they were thinking about how big and meaty these things had to be to support my giant butt. Whatever the case was, I was at least appealing to them.

I kept on angling my leg to give them any view they’d want out of it, while also sparing them the occasional view under my skirt. If I simply heard stories, I would’ve never expected to hear anypony pant at the sight of a lady’s legs. And yet, I’d find myself growing used to, what I’d assumed to be, such an exaggerated expression of excitement for another lady. This was no exception, what with the crowd’s tongues lulled forth and drool pooling down their chins and cheeks. It wasn’t often that I saw larger stallions seem to blush before me, me being the presumably more submissive type, but they each seemed to have blood rushing to their cheeks. And I could only assume blood was rushing elsewhere as well, having been in this business for as long as I have.

I’d go on to gently trace the line of my thigh, from behind my knee up to the edge of my hips, thoroughly demonstrating to them what my legs could possibly do to them if they were allowed time alone with them. I’d even spread my leg to the side a little in order to show off the, ahem, really private areas. My finger was dangerously, dangerously close to the space right in between, but I didn’t quite have the need, nor the permission, to full on touch it, nor did the five of them have permission to request I do that. And, of course, I’d swivel myself around again so that they could get another look at my ass. Just a look, they didn’t have enough bits on their tab to cover much more. Instead, I’d have to squeeze and caress my ass for them, touching myself in ways the onlookers could only dream of, and, if their eyes were any indication, dream they did.

I’d just keep on showing off for them, even giving myself a pat on the buttocks for them, sending a rippling shockwave across my surface. And I heard a few whoops and hollers behind me. Were I not in a costume of servitude, I would’ve flashed a powerful grin at them. But as the maid, I’d have to show off a bit of self consciousness about this. Fortunately, because it’s me, it isn’t that hard to look that way to them. I’d just keep on showing off… when I heard some bits touch down on the tabletop. I rose a brow and looked back, curious about if they had more services in mind for me.

“Hey, I think we have a free chair for you,” the violet one said, them looking over into the corner of the table. I felt a little concerned about this. This was an irregular request, I don’t think this is on anyone’s menu, at least not on this level. But, there is a sort of unwritten rule about the bits being the rules… So, I carefully walked over to the corner they motioned towards, before sitting down at it. I felt the lot of them looking at me with a sort of hungry look, and I felt my heart beating faster and faster. I felt myself shrink a little into the seat as they looked down at me. I could feel them come closer to me, and I could see the pile of bits be pushed towards me.

They seemed to have me right in their pocket. My eyes glanced nervously around at the many guys, at which point I could swear that they’re gazes are getting hungrier and hungrier. The pile of bits got closer and closer, though they stopped it for a moment. Each pony drew their hands away from them, and I shuddered more and more.

“Looks really good, doesn’t it?” the yellow stallion said. “Bet you’d love to go home with all of that. Right?” I peered at the pile of bits a little longer, blushing more and more. After a moment of contemplation, I gave a nod. “Well, I… we can think of a means of parting with them~” I recognized that tone. I hated that tone. It’s that tone someone gets when they want something, no matter how wrong it may be. “Why don’t you… come with us for the night?” And at that, I saw each stallion wear a wicked grin, and I felt my heart drop into my stomach. It was a simple question, and yet it carried such horrible, horrifying power. Especially considering the way they positioned me…

“N-no thank you,” I answered. “I really have more work to-“ As I spoke, I began to lift out of the chair, before the sky blue stallion suddenly grabbed my wrist. I gave pause, before looking up at the rest of the table. I saw each of them partway out of their own seat, each glaring at me with some wicked intent. Their smiles dropped, but I could still feel that hunger emanating from them.

“Oh no, we insist,” the berry red stallion said. By now, they each were out of their seats and coiled around me, to the point where I felt like a snake was wrapping around my form. The yellow stallion was soon behind me, at which he had his hands around my sides, before tracing the outline of my body, from the edges of my breasts to my hips, though his fingers would skirt my backside a little.

“Can you really look at us and say you aren’t at least interested?” the sky blue stallion said.

“Yeah, a big-hipped lady like you deserves a good man to rock your world~” the yellow stallion said. The stallions were getting closer and closer. I shook and quaked. I wanted to go somewhere, but their arms wrapped around me and their bodies threatened to keep me pinned in place. My heartbeat filled my ears, and I tried desperately to shrink away anywhere… However, the sound of a single slap whipping across multiple cheeks sounded out. I looked up, and could see the many stallions stunned while a griffon dressed like a rabbit loomed before them. She had gold feathers and a red head.

“I think that’ll be enough out of you lot,” she said. With her sudden, powerful presence, the many stallions backed away and kept their hands off of me. I was finally able to take a deep breath, at which I didn’t realize that I was holding it, though it didn’t completely surprise me. The suddenly appearing griffin reached out, and grabbed the many stallions by their ears, before hoisting them towards her and out of the table. They each let out almost comical grunts of pain as they were forced to bend down and move, tugged along by her fingers. I would’ve loved to’ve laughed at their sudden loss of dominance, though my heart was still racing.

I sat down and clutched at my chest while grasping the table’s edge in hopes of finding something to squeeze. I panted and panted in hopes that I could calm down. I hadn’t even noticed that the whole of Squawkers seemed to’ve gone silent. I didn’t know when it did, but it had to be at least when those stallions were smacked. As I sat there, I could hear that other griffon telling them that they’ll never be welcome here again, that if she sees them she will expose them to their wives and their friends. Her tirade was soon too far for me to listen to as she forced them out into the lobby.

I sat there longer and longer and kept panting. I was still yet limp, and too focused on myself. I felt sheer terror and hoped to excise it from myself… I wished dearly I wasn’t here, not tonight. I was so focused on my own fear, I didn’t even realize I’d been taken away from the table. Instead, I was in a changing room, that griffon from before standing in front of me.

“Hey… you got some time off for the rest of the night,” she said. I didn’t have the strength to talk. “…If it means anything, you are keeping their tips…” Still, no response. “…Do you regret staying here? …Unfortunately, it’s like that a lot of times. You were lucky until now, but there are some guys that get desperate for a ‘bird in the cage’ so to speak. It’s not every lady that can recognize the kind of tricks they pull or that can stand up to guys like that.” I found myself looking at her more and more as she spoke.

“If you want, you can go home,” she continued. “I can talk to boss, I’m sure she’ll understand if you need to take some time off. Hell, if you really need it, you’re more than welcome to quit.” I still felt too scared to talk. “…Just take all the time you need. Turns out I’m free to be here for you.” And so, like that, the two of us were left in that room for a long time, me unable to talk while she seemed willing to wait forever.

Alarming Brashness

Squawkers is well known for being a very… irregular place, especially to fairly vanilla ponies. However, though other floors were known of, they each typically required exuberant amounts of bits and a frequent enough membership for patrons to be allowed in. Thankfully, a few were more than happy to comply. Similarly, griffons would have to be trained for a while before they could appear on the other floors, because they typically required a lot of experience or fortitude. Fortunately, I happened to be one such griffon.

I am Anthenia, a sort of veteran around here. I boast a cyan body, gray head, and an hourglass figure. I wasn’t exactly the most well-known griffon around here, patrons often prefer to pay for someone that’s either top or bottom heavy, but I’m not exactly hurting for cash. I’m a bit of an actor in these walls, and many ponies love to see me in the role, whether it be a submissive minx or a dominatrix. I may not be well known, but ponies are certain to remember me if they catch one of my performances.

Today, I got a request from one of the very rare mare patrons. She visited before, somepony named “Lucy Blossom”. She herself was apparently an office worker elsewhere who had a lot of stress to go through, as one could imagine. In her previous visits, she talked about how obnoxious the lot of them were as she got to work on me. Thankfully, she knew her limits, because, though she would get physical in our sessions, she wouldn’t go to far. Anyways, she collected the bits, got herself into position, and sent me a request. I was alarmed at the dress she suggested: it wasn’t really anything I’d ever worn before, but still, she paid for it. Besides, I was sure I could pull this off.

We each shared a changing room, though each griffon tended to their own thing. I was out of my previous outfit, before plucking forth one of the new ones. I took out lingerie: a lacy, purple corset that hugged my torso, wrapping above my hips and under my breasts while the straps wrapped over my shoulders and behind me. They also came with similarly-colored panties that remained unobstructed from the corset, or the black stockings that came with. I adjust my dress a little to make sure my breasts popped a little more, while also making sure the rim of my stockings were nice and outstretched.

As I looked over myself in the mirror, I mulled over the outfit while stroking my chin. The request specified that I should be nice and submissive, which was expected with Lucy Blossom. But this outfit didn’t exactly have the look of a sub. Granted, there weren’t a lot of options up on this floor for submissive gear (one was a bodysuit while the other was naked), but still… Either way, I couldn’t exactly judge what she wanted. I was the art piece, she was the customer. I stepped out, grabbed the food she ordered, and walked along the hallways. They were lined with many private rooms for the second floor patrons. Lucy Blossom’s room number was on the note, so I was able to find it soon. Once there, I knocked on the door.

“Lucy Blossom?” I asked.

“Present,” a somewhat stern voice said. Perfect. Now that contact’s been established, it was time to get into character.

“U-uh, Ms. Blossom? You wanted to see me?”

“The door’s unlocked.” With her order, I took the doorknob, and spread the door open. The room was big enough for five ponies. They’d usually sit around the table in the middle of the room, though my patron was alone and positioned at the head of the table such that she glared at the door, and me by extension. The unicorn wore a business suit consisting of a tight, white shirt, which seemed to wrap tightly around her bust, as well as a black skirt that reached down to her thighs. In addition, she wore dark chocolate-brown pantyhose and a pair of black heels. Top it off with black-framed glasses on top of her sherbet-blue fur, and the image of a dominative office worker was complete. I could only wonder if she usually dressed this way at her office.

She tapped her finger on the table in a steady pace, subtly demonstrating her annoyance. She made sure to specify that she’d be only acting by the time I arrived, helped to keep up character. Still, even if we were acting, I felt a genuine twinge of fear deep in my heart. I stepped forwards bashfully and began carefully rounding the edge of the table. She didn’t turn her head towards me, though I could feel her eyes follow my every move.

“S-sorry I was late,” I said. “It was a little tricky finding just the right outfit for tonight…” I heard a scoff from the unicorn.

“And here I thought those stuff came as uniforms to you girls,” Lucy chided. “Is that your personal wear, then?”

“U-uh, not particularly…” At that, Lucy scoffed in self congratulations, as if she’d ushered out some sort of victory out of our interaction. Though, considering my discomfort and general attitude, she just might’ve… I soon rounded the corner of the table and stood beside her. There, I’d carefully take the items on my tray, and set it down in front of her. However, as I set down the last plate, as per instructions, I made sure to set it dangerously close to the edge. And then, as gravity demanded, the plate came down, flipping in the air before landing upright on the floor, miraculously keeping the food itself safe.

“O-oh dear!” I gasped out as it came down. “I-I’ll go get that!” I set the platter I carried down on the table, before getting down on all fours, again, as per instructions. I was about to get it, but Lucy was already on the move. Faster than I could respond, she sat down on my back, her careful enough to get my lower back while avoiding my wings. After a few sessions with her, I became familiar with the curvature of her butt, and would come to understand the thickness of her clothing based on how much of her backside I could feel. This skirt was pretty thin.

I felt her roll her hips to adjust the positioning of her rump upon me, and my thin body wriggled beneath her as she pressed into me uncomfortably. Though, eventually, she seemed to find the position she needed, and settled in place. She sighed before leaning over.

“My dish?” Her question sounded less like a question and more like an order. I stuttered in worry before grasping the food I dropped and trying desperately to hoist it up to her. She huffed and took the meal, before bringing it up and onto the table. “Typical slow griffon,” she remarked. Yet another part of the session, a bit of anti-griffon behavior. Language like that required extra bits, but she was willing to pay it. It’s a good thing I was a veteran, because I was positive that other griffons would cry under her employ. Either way, I stayed still, and she was at work with her meal. There was an uncomfortable silence only filled by her eating noise.

“Is the food alright?” I asked, still acting timid. And at that, I heard her mutter and stroke her chin, as if she was trying to put it into words how she felt about it. I myself knew that no matter how the food tasted, she would have a very negative reaction. Yet another part she paid for our session. She angled her heel just right, before sending it upwards and jabbing me in the ribs, getting a pained grunt out of me.

“It’s cold. Probably because you’re so slow, or probably because you types somehow found out how to make fire freeze,” she declared. She dug the heel into me to drive the point home. The pain itself might’ve been real, but there’s always a bit of pain associated with these sessions if the payment’s right. Besides, I was a big girl, I could endure a bit more than some other guys. She huffed, and brought her heel down and spared me. “You’re really lucky that I’m famished for anything right now. Had a long day with little break for food.”

“O-oh, that sounds awful…” I muttered. Though, my attempts at sympathizing for her was met with another jab to the ribs.

“I don’t need sympathy from a chair,” she said. Lucy delivered another jab to me. “In fact, I hardly need another word out of a chair.” She punctuated her problem by grinding into me. I grit my teeth and fought the urge to scrape my claws against the crowd. I was being pulverized in only a few moments! I don’t think I’ve had any session move by as fast as this one did before! She seemed to really want to vent, fast.

Eventually, her heel was off of me, and gave me a moment of reprieve. I panted and panted, lying there on all fours. She leaned back, and I could feel her but bore down onto my back. She went back to eating a little more, while I could only lie there and wait for whatever she had next. I couldn’t pose, I couldn’t present, I could only lie there. Chairs didn’t talk, else they’d get jabbed. It’s a good thing she’d paid me to talk despite me being a chair.

“You’ve been awfully soft, so at least your good for that,” Lucy said as she ate. “Hell of a lot better than these other chairs could be.”

“O-oh, thank you so much-“ I started, only to be cut off with another strike of her heel! I yelped as it struck, and shuddered as I realized where she struck. She’d aimed for my abdomen before, which was good because it was fairly hearty. But now, she managed to strike one of my soft, sensitive breasts. My rack shook as a result of her jab, and the point of her heel stung a little more than the others. I shuddered, my arms and legs quaking from this attack. I panted and panted, though grunted as she began to grind her heel into my poor girl.

“I thought that chairs didn’t talk,” she said in a commanding tone. She sighed in annoyance before bringing her foot down and allowing me a moment of respite. “Honestly, can’t you griffon types do anything right?”

“S-sorry ma’am- Ah!” Once again, I was cut off by a jab to my breast. My whole body threatened to buckle underneath her from all of this abuse! But I couldn’t… not yet. If I gave up and fell to her assaults, I’d be knocked down and cause her to fall. If I failed to keep her up like a good little chair, then I would be punished more. And I needed to receive that punishment a little later. Her foot came down, and my now sore breast was allowed a moment of reprieve. She muttered in annoyance and crossed her arms.

“Now, do you feel sorry for all of that?” she asked. Of course I knew that this was a trap. Either I apologize and get beaten because I’m a chair, or I don’t apologize and get beaten for not apologizing. Of course, she herself was more than aware of such a cruel paradox. I, myself, actually struggled with which response would be more in character. Would the timid me seek immediate retribution and apologize? Or would she be too scared to speak anymore after all of this lady’s bullying? Either way, my moment of contemplation would cost me dearly, as Lucy would choose to deliver another jab, this time smushing one breast, then the other. I wailed in distress and lightly swayed, my wings flailing about from that strike.

I panted and blushed at all of the assault. I felt so dirty like this. It wasn’t even that I was just beneath her heel to be ground upon, no she chose to sandwich my sensitive bits between her heel and backside! I felt so disgracefully low like this, but it was a good thing I was a glutton for punishment. Still, Lucy really knew how to push the limits in these sessions. I balled up my fist and began banging the ground in response to all of the abuse. But eventually, after smushing my breasts a bit with her heels, she brought her foot down and gave me some breathing room. She sighed and looked over her food, partially focusing on her drink.

“You take a while to get the message, you know that?” she pointed out. “I don’t want you pissing me off, you get that?” I needed to brandish my submissiveness without showing disobedience. I caught my upcoming voice in my throat before they could come out, followed by me nodding at her question. And at that, I could swear I felt a smirk dress Lucy’s face. She leaned back, and ran her finger around her glass, stirring the contents and the ice cubes within.

“There, that’s more like it,” she said as she fiddled with her drink. I panted happily at her approval, yet another means of helping her image. If I wasn’t showing pleasure at pleasing the mistress, then how would she know she’s doing a good job treating her servant? She scooted in place a little, digging her butt into my back again. I sighed and brushed my brow, wiping the sweat away. After that rub down, she sighed and went back to her meal. “Now, you better be quiet a little longer… you know what happens when you don’t, right?” I nodded again. “Good girl.”

I clenched my beak tightly and brought my head down, keeping a sigh from leaving my beak. I couldn’t brandish that for her yet. Though, by the sounds of her stirring drink, it seemed as though she was raring to move onto the next part. I kept myself still, only for another wriggle on top of me to make me wriggle about. I felt her shake about on top of my back, and heard the telltale noise of her heel shifting a bit, preparing for another strike. However, miraculously, she stayed her foot. Instead, she started to stand up. She got off of me, and I heard the threatening clink of an ice cube being dragged up the inside of the cup. She then stood over by my head.

“Stand. You’re no longer a chair,” she said. And so, like an obedient griffon, I climbed up onto my feet. And once we stood, I was once again reminded of our generally similar height, me barely eeking out over her. In these kind of positions, it was a little too easy to forget just how big or small your patron is. Depending on the scenario they pay for, they could feel as large as a giant, or as small as a mouse, despite them being just a normal pony. Heck, even standing here, despite the evidence being clear as day before me, I didn’t feel like we were equal height.

Either way, she now brandished a little more than her outfit, namely a piece of ice in one hand. I’ll admit, when I read about this part in the requests, I’d felt a twinge of fear over it. I was used to a lot of abuse and inappropriate touches, but something as sadistic as what Lucy was shooting for here? This was not as simple as a heel in the wrong place: This was a long, torturous progress to make sure I endure one of the most uncomfortable situations ever. My contemplation couldn’t last much longer, for she began to step uncomfortably close.

“I order you to draw your drawers open,” she spoke. Clients weren’t allowed to touch any of our waistbands, nor look when they were out of the way. I blushed deeply and carefully reached down, hooking my waistband, and pulling the front of my panties forwards, following her movements as she brought the ice cube-wielding hand out and forwards. As per my orders, I made sure that my panties were positioned just right and underneath her hand. The whole time, I blushed and shook, as if my body was already feeling the chill of that ice cube. My feathers were even starting to stand on their ends! And then, the anticipation was reaching its end. She unfurled her fingers, and the ice cube fell down. I felt the cube’s weight tug on my panties as it collided with the stretch of fabric, before gliding down… right down between my legs…

“Gyah!” I squealed out once the ice cube struck. I released my grip and allowed the waistband to snap back into place, which only made the ice cube smush more into me. My knees buckled together and I clenched my fists tightly as the icy chill struck me in exactly the worst ways. I was forced into a low pose that forced me to look up at Lucy as she observed my distress. She crossed her arms and rapped her fingers along her elbow as she watched me endure the ice cube treatment. As I endured it, she cradled my chin to force me to look her in the eye.

“You really want that out, don’t you?” Lucy asked. I emphatically nodded. “You can’t do that. There’s no way I want to see that out. I understand that it’s really slippery, so… you have to hold still.” I looked at her as if she’d suddenly grown a second head upon her order. She brought her hand away from me and stepped back, leaving me to shiver and blush as that stupid ice cube bore into me. And unfortunately, on her orders, I couldn’t get out of this subservient pose. I could only clench my thighs and endure.

That cursed chunk of coolness bore down on my most sensitive of spots, and I could only stand their and shiver. I clenched my fists tightly and twisted and contorted my face as the wicked block overwhelmed me. And it wasn’t staying cool, either. No, my body heat was boring into it. I could feel the water composing the cube leak out and wash over my crotch and panties. My legs shook, and once more, I contemplated the need to move my legs, only for the slightest movement to cause this cursed ice chunk to slide around a little. If I wasn’t careful, I wouldn’t be surprised if this block of ice slid out.

So, I had to stay in place, and I was huffing and puffing and shaking, my fur and feathers standing on end. Meanwhile, my tormentor was looking on me with a certain disdain. She must think I’m so low to be in this sort of position. I felt my arms try to reach down between my legs, but her gaze seemed to silently force me to keep them up. She could probably do all sorts of things to me while I’m stuck like this. Plus, if I were to fail, we might have to go a little off script.

“You’re holding yourself a little better than I expected,” Lucy admitted. I looked up at her, and nodded happily, accepting her praise. “That doesn’t mean I’m impressed.” This time she spoke sternly, as if one click away from a full scold. I ducked my head back downwards and heaved, shuddering as the ice melted a little more and soaked more of me. Goodness it felt so uncomfortable. Not only was it soaking into my clothes, but those cold juices were finding their way between my legs! I let out a moan of discomfort and found myself lifting a leg in response, having it wave in the air a little as I was forced to endure.

Still, there was a silver lining here. It was melting, which meant that it was going to disappear sooner or later. I could only be grateful for that much, at least. But sweet Celestia if it isn’t an arduous process! My face was probably wine-red right now, and I could feel the beads of sweat poor down me as if a showerhead was directly overhead. I was forced to keep my eyes trained on that pony, as she was my only life saver in this sea of discomfort I was made to endure. As a result, I could scarcely pay attention to the path of the sweat pouring down me, and could only imagine it curl around my curves and down my neck.

And then, just to add to my discomfort, that pony was finally stepping out of view, walking around the table to try and get towards my side. I’d try dearly to follow her path by simply turning my head, but she was soon beyond a comfortable angle for me to follow her. And as such, I would be left staring at nothing, with very little to keep my mind away from this ice cube. I could probably try to turn towards her to get her in view again, but that’d involve moving a little more, and with how thin and slippery the ice cube’s gotten, it’d be really easy for it to slip out. So, I simply stood there and waited as my tormentor for the evening came around to my side, her keeping quiet enough for me to not pay attention to.

I stayed in place and shuddered more and more, my body continuing to rock. I’d assumed that this would be one of the worst things I could ever endure! And then, all of a sudden, it got so much worse. The ice cube had gotten really thin after melting against me for so long. So, after all of that, my gentle sways would rock it in various directions. Some of that swaying wound up sending it straight to my, ahem, you know… And sweet Celestia, if it felt bad just on my flesh, a brief dip inside me was so much worse! My body was doing a quicker job at melting it, but the chill of the ice hit me with an immediate jolt through my system, a shake of distress going all through me!

“Eeyah!” I squealed out upon contact. My whole body tensed, and the chilling sensation forced me down onto my knees! Fortunately, I didn’t need to worry about that ice sliding out, but that was hardly a substantial trade off! I could only kneel there and hope that this accursed chunk of ice could melt away fast enough for me to finally get out of this cursed torment! Melt… melt… melt… I laid there longer and longer, more water soaking me. I could feel it go from its tortilla-chip size to that of a small pebble in slow, agonizing detail. However, thankfully, that pebble of ice would shrink and shrink and shrink, until there was nothing left.

I sighed and stood up, still feeling slight discomfort. I curled my arms around myself to rub my biceps and build up heat. It’d take a while, but eventually, that chill would fade from more poor body. And once it did, Lucy would step out in front of me, except now, her expression softened.

“You feeling ok?” she asked.

“Y-yeah, it’s just a little surprising,” I answered. “You must’ve been really stressed.”

“It’s been a rough couple of weeks. I thought the ice thing would help out, but it didn’t feel so good watching you struggle like that.”

“Eh, I’ll probably go through worse.” I soon sighed and looked towards the door. “Sorry you went through what sounds like a rough week.”

“Oh no. I can’t begin to imagine what a rough week on your end must be like.” And at that, I shrugged.

“You gotta be pretty strong to survive in this line of work.” Lucy smirked at my response, before shaking my hand.

“See you next time.” And with that, I’d leave the room, and head back to the changing room.

Trial by Fire

I don’t know why I stayed. Sweet Celestia I have no idea why I stayed. Well… in truth, I do know why, I just don’t know why I try and justify it to myself. I should’ve gotten out when I did, but I remained. I needed money, and, to be honest, a part of me feels I shouldn’t quit. I’m Bangles, one of many victims inside Squawkers. I was very worried about this place early on, and my fears only got confirmed thanks to a group of stallions that wanted to do worse than the current rules allowed. And since then, there were many others, stallions and mares alike, that were too interested in me. I wanted out at that moment, but a friendly griffon helped me get through that horrid event.

I suppose it wasn’t just her that helped though. I felt like I was on the border of giving up right there, and because I lacked the strength to fight back, they were able to abuse me. So that’s why I want to learn to keep on powering through, no matter how strange the stuff I do is. I’ve gotten a little better at staving off certain jerks, but I’m far from perfect at it. So, I need to somehow, someway, get even stronger. Fortunately, there is one strong griffon that I think should help…

“H-hey, Rhapso?” I said, approaching one of the griffons in the changing rooms. This one was that gold-feathered, red-headed griffon that’d saved me when those bunch of stallions had cornered me way, way back when. She rose a brow and turned, seeming to light up as she saw me.

“Oh hey, Bangles!” she greeted. “Patrons serving you well? Anyone need a knuckle sandwich?”

“N-no, not yet,” I said. Yes, we were serving right now. But thankfully, due to an influx of griffons, a few of us were allowed on the bench while the new blood got to learn the lay of the land. Fortunately, certain griffons more proficient in the field are out to keep an eye on things, we just happened to not be assigned. “Actually, speaking of, I wanted to talk to you about that…”

“Hm? Lay it on me, gal,” Rhapso answered.

“Well… it’s been a couple of months since that even way back when…” I started. “And, I’ve yet to really grow out of that shell…”

“You really shouldn’t feel ashamed,” the red griffon assured. “That’s the kind of thing nopony should endure, and the kind of thing very few ever feel comfortable about after the fact.”

“I-I know that,” I assured. “It’s just… I’m still not totally comfortable with this place. I still feel like cowering behind someone or something from time to time, and I desperately need some sort of shortcut into taking this well.” Rhapso stood back and took my words carefully, understanding my issues. She seemed to grimace when I said “shortcut”. And then, she took a deep breath.

“This isn’t an easy line of work for anypony,” she assured. “It takes a lot of strength to come into the business, and a lot more to remain in it for as long as you have. You’ve made it to where few griffons have gone before, you should feel proud of that.”

“But I don’t!” I declared. “It’s been out of stubbornness that I haven’t left! I just imagine jerks like those ponies that one night laughing at me as I’m heading out, telling me not to let the door hit my butt on the way out! And, by Celestia, I wanted dearly to show them that I’m better than those taunts, that I’m worth more than whatever venom they could spit at me! So, before it gets too much, I just want to get strong enough to shoulder it all!” Rhapso seemed to rear back at my outburst, and upon letting it all out, I shied back. Rhapso re-composed herself, and sighed.

“Hm… Bangles, I understand the frustration,” she said. “There’s… there are few things that could really help right now… I guess what’d help is a demonstration of someone stronger than me.” I perked up at those words and looked at her as if she’d grown a second head. “There are a few griffons that’ve been n here for many, many years. And as such, they have access to places that few other griffons do. Us being workers, we’ll be allowed in as spectators. Just know that where we’re going is a very, very strange place, especially to those new to our world. If you come with me, then you’ll be seeing some things few griffons could sleep comfortably with the knowledge of.” It sounded rather threatening, but if she thinks that it’ll help… then I can’t just let the opportunity go to waste. I nodded at her.

“Very well. Stay by me.” She motioned me by her side, and I came in close, where I was reminded she was a couple of inches taller than me. With us side by side, she began to lead us from this changing room to one of these strange, foreboding, metal doors in the back. She opened one up, unveiling a set of stairs that fed into what looked kind of like a pit of darkness. She flipped a switch near the door, and a pink light filled the hallway, making the stairs more visible. The two of us began walking down. The stairs seemed industrial, and the path itself seemed similarly formal, which let me know this was an employee-exclusive path. Or at least, I thought so.

We went down more and more, before seeing three different doors: one’s marked “1”, one’s marked “2”, one’s marked “3”. Each door appeared painted to resemble a cast-iron door, like something you’d see out of a dungeon in a horror movie. We approached the door marked “1”, and she opened it, though only a crack. She stepped aside and motioned me forwards, at which I leaned in to check out the door from the thin eyehole. And when I looked inside, I was alarmed at what was inside this room!

Inside was a room of similar look to the hallway out here, though it also boasted many chains hanging from the wall, as well as what looked like the skeleton to many furniture, bindings in place where the seat/tabletop/other important part should go. I was quick to understand the reason for this, as towards one side of the room were several stallions sitting around a tabletop-less table, akin to the other furniture save for one key difference. There was a griffon where the tabletop should be! She had blue feathers and a white head, and appeared to be a meter taller than me. She harbored a little more gut than most griffons here, though I suppose that was to her… benefit(?) here.

The way that furniture’s straps worked, they had her sprawled out and held in place, while also binding her tail to her back and exposing her backside to any attacks made beneath the “tabletop”. With her being sprawled wide out, she acted as a tabletop, which allowed the ponies around her to place their food and silverware on her. She was clearly uncomfortable, though she fought to stay still while those ponies were eating. I was a little more worried not just because of the humiliating situation… but because these meals also came with forks. Add onto that the tray brandishing various whips and paddles, and we had a recipe for a very bizarre picture.

This only got worse when one of the ponies took up their forks, and began to stab into their food. I could see her quake a little as those prongs sunk deeper and deeper into the food, before she jolted as the silverware nipped her. The pony eating brought the fork off, allowing me to see that no damage had been done. No, those prongs merely poked into her torso. Those ponies seemed to be going about like this wasn’t strange, just catching and eating food off of her. Sometimes they’d spare her from a nip, sometimes they’d stab into her, but never doing any serious damage.

“What the hay is this?!” I declared in shock. “How can anypony put up with this, regardless of griffon or pony?!”

“It’s just a case of doing what you need to do for the job,” my leader explained. “That there is Cleta. When she started, she didn’t get many patrons after her, except for some losers that really like big girls. It took her a while, but eventually her personality was actually able to attract a few ponies. She got more and more popular, and was soon gathering more bits than before. She actually advanced quickly through the ranks and made it to the second floor. When she got there, she was a little uncomfortable with the kinds of clients up there, so she withdrew back to first floor for a little while.

“Eventually, though, she managed to garner the mettle to spend more time in the second floor, before she eventually took to it like a fish to water. Even then, there was still a sizable gap between her and this floor. The owner’s set up a few rules to make sure that the most extreme of our floors is safe for both employee and patron. Employees must spend 5 years here to make sure they’re prepared for the floor, and the only patrons allowed are those that’re given an invitation. Not only is there a required trust within these halls, but also oodles upon oodles of professional experience. That tends to be the same throughout the whole of employment.”

As she spoke, those ponies were eating the whole time. Much of the food was along her belly, which was apparently pretty sensitive, because her body’d give a jolt of shock whenever those ponies dug in too deep. Some others, however, were eating their food off of her thighs, her arms, even her breasts. Her thighs were apparently fairly thick and resistant towards forks, either that or those ponies didn’t stab in too much. Her arms, meanwhile, were very sensitive, especially under her arms, and her breasts… Air hurled through her beak whenever those forks would come upon those, and she’d pant and heave, which shifted the food upon her around.

They didn’t attack the same spot, either. No, they really liked going around to attack still-untouched spots, as if they weren’t just eating but were trying to find whatever spots on the griffon before them were especially sensitive. They were around the edges of the lady’s body at first, but were going in more and more and touching more of them. They rounded her breasts before getting into her cleavage or real close to her nipples. The ones at her legs, meanwhile, kept on searching for some spot of her thighs that were sensitive, to the point where they weren’t even bothering to eat their food. Eventually, they managed to get a jolt run through her legs, all because they managed to hit the backside of her thighs, which harbored less muscle and more meat.

Those forks danced around more and more, never leaving wounds. It seemed like most of the table was content with that, but two of the ponies seemed to find it getting old. Instead, those two would step out of their chairs, before heading over towards that shelf of paddles and whips. One grabbed a black whip boring multiple thick tassels, and one grabbed a dagger-sized thick, leather strip with a handle. They neared the two ponies on either thigh, the two of them scooting away and letting them sit down. The two ponies leaned over to get a good looking angle at her rump, probably capable of easily smothering somepony’s face if they wanted. I then watched the two of them get up, before playing rock paper scissors to see who would strike first. The one with the whip won.

The one with the paddle leaned back, while the other pony scooted his chair away and knelt down, looming close to the griffon’s backside. Once in place, he maneuvered the whip just right, angling beneath her hindquarters… before delivering a swift whip upwards. The food upon the griffon jumped as she bucked, before landing back in place. The many tails of said whip scattered all over her backside, dealing a pretty painful blow. It struck several spots on either cheek, though appeared more focused on her farther buttock than the other. The pony wasn’t satisfied with just that, and instead delivered another whip, now aiming more towards between those buttocks. A few licked the edges of either, while the attack was more evenly distributed between either cheek.

He’d repeat this process several times, altering where the whip hit and subsequently changing just where he struck. He’d end up lashing at her thighs, her hips, and plenty, plenty of her butt. Eventually, I felt the need to rub my own backside, as I swore I could feel the stings upon my derriere. The process would keep on repeating as what sounded like repetitious smacking noises rang out through the room. Eventually, the pony gave pause, and decided he’d had enough. He got up, and the other pony seemed to wordlessly agree to give her sometime to recover.

“It takes time to relax around here,” Rhapso said. “It takes a lot of confidence on either side, and often you find ponies or griffons that have a little too much. And when they have too much, they’re quicker to abuse that. It’s up to us to look out for the bad guys and to keep up the harmony. It’s easy to run away, but if we do that, we give them a bit of victory and let them know that we’re vulnerable. You stayed here because of that reason, right?” I paused and looked up at her as she said that. “Yeah, you didn’t want those guys to know you were scared. You may not feel it, but you are a strong girl.”

I nervously stroked my upper arm as she said that, blushing a little at her praise. I had to admit, it felt kind of nice hearing her say that about me. This moment of reprieve was swiftly interrupted by a loud smacking noise from within the room. My vision glanced back towards that, where now, a few of the food appeared to’ve fallen off of the griffon in response to the last smack. It was a good thing that many of them had finished their food. Still, others seemed miffed and would shove their forks down on her in response to that, specifically targeting the more sensitive spots. The griffon yelped out and shook beneath them, before the pony with the paddle delivered another blow.

They made sure to lift their forks whenever the other pony delivered the spank out of fear of her ramming herself into those prongs. It seemed like there was a strange rhythm to their attack. When she wasn’t being swatted in the hiney, her upper side was raked with forks. It was so surreal, watching this dance of pain yet concern. Those ponies very clearly understood the kind of risk there was to their side, and they’d give her enough space to evade a lot of pain. It was still quite alarming, but this sort of caring edge between griffon and pony… there was honestly something kinda nice about it.

Eventually, Cleta’s blue backside was as red as a cherry, and the smacking pony would give her some reprieve. The ponies sitting around her began to step up, seeming now finished. Her rump was spanked tender and the move was pretty much finished, so there wasn’t exactly much left for them to do. Each pony then went to either strap and began to undo them, releasing the griffon. She rubbed her wrists and ankles, them appearing to’ve chaffed from the device. She was up and on her feet, despite all of the punishment her body had went through. She turned to each of them and gave them each a handshake, as if they’d just gone through a simple business transaction. And then, they started heading in our direction, at which I backed away from the door.

“We should get out of here,” Rhapso said, recognizing my worry. And then, we turned towards the employee hallway we went down earlier, and ran off before either the ponies or that griffon could notice us. Back up the stairs we went, but on my way up, Rhapso flipped a switch at the foot of the steps to shut off the light, probably to limit the amount of evidence that we were here. I’d appreciate the effort in hindsight, but I was too busy hitting my feet against the edges of the stairs. It was a tough climb, but eventually we made it to the top and back into our changing rooms. We sat at some of the benches, and waited. “Cleta herself should be here soon. You can speak with her if you wish.”

“M-maybe…” I said. Eventually, the door itself opened up, and in came that chubby griffon, her stretching her body a little and cracking her joints. It felt so weird to see her so jovial before us right after she’d been used as a tabletop.

“Ah! What a profitable day!” she declared heartily.

“Hi there, Cleta,” Rhapso said. “By the way, you may wanna check the locks of your doors next time.” At that, the rotund lady blushed and stroked the back of her head.

“Eh heh heh… you probably saw that, huh?”

“Miss Cleta?” I said. She turned towards me. “…How’d you get so thick skinned?”

“Thick skinned?” she repeated. She then began stroking her chin curiously while furrowing her brow. “Geez, it’s been a while since I was a meek, little thing… I’ll say that it’s been very touch and go for a while. I wanted to get outta here so many times, but I thought about how those guys that bullied me would probably chide me if they caught me outside, and I wouldn’t be able to take it. So, I stuck it out here, got prepared to take more punishment until I was sure I’d be able to stand up to jerks like that. It takes a lot of experience to be able to stand up for yourself in this field, but just remember, you’re not alone around here.”

I gave pause as she explained. I looked over her, and muttered in worry. I sighed and approached, before wrapping my arms around her. She seemed startled, but hugged back, seemingly happy to support.

Bird Food

Of course, it isn’t all work for the griffons. No, sometimes we have some time to ourselves, and we like to head on out. Yeah, we don’t drink at our place, we actually know a different bar somewhere else that we like to go to. The longer we hang out here in Squawkers, the more friendly we get with each other, so we of course like to hang out with each other. So, here, newbies and veterans are each heading out to enjoy some drinks. There’s me, Lilli, and Bangles, Rhapso, Anthenia, and Cleta. We each went to a bar near the establishment. All except Bangles chose to wear tighter, lower-cut dresses, good for accentuating the figure, while the remainder simply wore a short sleeve and jeans. I personally decided a yellow, sparkly one piece would suffice me, really makes my red coat pop.

The lot of us sat around a table, drinks available for each of us. By now, we’d gone through quite a few drinks, and I could tell that the ether was getting to a few of the poor gals. I’m a bit too strong for alcohol, it’ll take a lot, and I mean a lot, of it for it to really affect me. And when a gal has enough alcohol in their system, they’re a little more willing to spill their gets.

“S-so, he went to spank me, but when his hand came down, I was unshaken, but his arm was vibrating!” Cleta laughed. “Oh, I shoulda warned that boy ‘bout my buns of steel!” The table laughed with her, even Bangles seeming to get more comfortable with us. We then sighed merrily and sat back.

“Oh man, I just love how much ponies expose themselves in there, and I’m not talking about any bellow the belt exposure,” Anthenia cheered.

“Oh, cheers to that,” Rhapso said while raising a glass. “It’s remarkable how those ponies seem to think that we’re just there to accept their venting. But all they get is another person to laugh at them.” The griffons nodded at her assessment and kept drinking.

“And they’re hardly ever different vents, are they?” I pointed out. “Seriously, the more ponies you see, the more alike they all look!”

“Oh I hear that,” Rhapso responded. “Ok, on the count of three, each of us hold up how many ‘macho’ ponies we met that don’t know a thing to do when they’re in our thrall.” And with that, she counted up. Then, on 3, we each rose, some of us holding up two to point up more fingers. I tried to raise up my feet.

“Sorry, counted a few too many to really keep on all these fingers,” I said. We each brought down our limbs. “Though, I have to admit, there’s something fun about an inexperienced soul, isn’t there?”

“Eh, depends,” Cleta said. “It does get a little dull finding someone who only has the most vanilla thoughts in mind for ladies like us.” I shrugged at her reasoning.

“I suppose, but that’s why I always go for the uncertain newbies,” I explained. They each seemed confused at what I meant. I set down my glass and then began scanning around the general area, trying to find someone for an example, before spying a table. “Look over there,” I pointed. “Four out of fives of those ponies there, all tough looking, probably on some hoofball team. The fifth one there looks like a scrawny nerd that’s probably more likely to get lost under Cleta during a lap dance.” Cleta laughed at the observation. “But a wimpy little boy like that is just the kind of colt I need to get my hands on~”

“Why him?” Rhapso asked.

“I love inexperienced colts,” I explained. “Those guys around him are big and tough and likely controlling. Not only is there the excitement for messing with a small guy like him, but you also get to see the look on the jocks’ faces as their little fish leaves their hooks. And then, now that I don’t have to worry about being tied down by other people’s money, I get to make him do what I wanna, because he’ll be looking to me for guidance. I enjoy my day off, and I get to be in control!”

“Ha! That does sound fun!” Cleta laughed at my justification. “I should probably hop on that idea and get some colts to enjoy my curves.”

“It can’t be that simple or plannable, can it?” Bangles asked. Of course, the newbie would figure me a liar. I smirked widely, choked down another swig of a drink, and set the glass aside.

“I recommend you watch closely, chickadee,” I said. I then stood up and slid my chair back under the table. And then, I adjusted my dress to make it look more straight, pulled it a wee bit tighter, and straightened my feathers. And then, I sauntered over towards the table I pointed at earlier, making sure my hips swayed, my tail feathers giving a shake. As I got closer and closer, those ponies turned and noticed me. And, predictably, the jocks got excited. They immediately waved for me, and I addressed them with only a flirty look. I was getting closer to the table, and those ponies were getting more excited.

“Hello~” the red-colored one said.

“Hey there, gorgeous~” the orange-colored one said. I simply stopped and looked over the table, not making it super clear which stallion I was interested in. There was mister red and mister orange, already mentioned. And then there’s a soft purple one, and a cyan one, each those jock types. And at the far end of the table, clearly distant from the other jocks either by his choice or theirs, was a small yellow stallion look awfully twiggy, and cute enough to eat. The stallions each seemed nice and hungry, as if their waitress just walked up to them with their dessert cake. Then again, I suppose I’m sort of a snack. For now, though, I’d have to draw out their joy. Dangle the hook before their nipping mouths, and see them in a flurry~

“I just did a hundred laps! I’m feeling kinda sore, think you can check my legs for any damage?” the cyan said, propping up one of his legs, it looking, admittedly, pretty muscular.

“Nah, he got sore cause he was running from some pansy!” the soft purple stallion laughed. He paid no mind to the other pony’s pout, and he flexed his bicep before me. Now him, I’ve seen bigger. Y’know, I should probably try and recommend a few of these guys to the other ladies, they might like humbling them. But it’d be a little funnier to see these guys when their voluptuous fishy passes them by. No, I had a better guppy to swallow up.

The many stallions barked out inane boasts, trying desperately to convince me to go to either of them. And, for now, I’d stay there and take a little more, though I’d begun to zone out on the stuff that they said. What little bits I could pick up were pretty much the same old, same old. Soon, the boasting turned into a verbal dick-measuring contest, and it was about that time I decided to move in.

I stepped past the ponies and approached the smaller boy, him having physically leave the conversation as far as that seat would let him. He’d notice me approaching. He tried not to make it obvious that he was looking, but I could tell he was trying to side-eye me. Soon, I was before his chair, and at this point, he couldn’t hide away. He was forced to look me in the eye, gazing through the cleavage between my breasts. By now, I could hear the stallions’ words quiet down, especially as I carefully grasped the yellow pony’s hand.

“H-hello?” he stammered out. I smirked devilishly and grasped his other hand.

“Are you potassium~? Because I’m all wet and I think we’re having a chemical reaction here~” I cooed out. The pick up lines were more for finalizing the other stallions’ fears rather than attracting. Usually it was just me giving these small guys attention that would turn them into putty. And, like clockwork, the nerdy pony shuddered and panted, his face suddenly red and him sputtering and shaking in the chair. I could swear I could see his heart beating in his chest and his shorts. I stole a glance to my side, and sure enough, those other stallions were stunned into silence.

I giggled and stepped away, before curtly waving the yellow pony out of his chair. It took him a little bit to recover, but he got down off that chair, and took a few careful steps towards me. And here, his tiny-ness was made very clear to me as he stood only up to the underside of my boobs. I brought down my hand, and he gently grasped it. I began to walk away, before waving my friends off, the many griffons giggling at that display there. Meanwhile, I could see the stallions sulking and going back to their drinks. I smirked, and me and that nerd were soon out of the bar…
…

It was a bit of a walk, but soon the two of us were back at my apartment. It was quite the simple place, boasting three different rooms. One was my bedroom, it having a bathroom off of it, and the living room/kitchen/dining room were sort of meshed together in one singular room. It didn’t look bad, no sir! I made sure that it was nice and clean in case of, ahem, visitors. I had a few dirty secrets hidden, including my own personal fetish. It was always fun to put the squeeze on these guys whenever I took out the good stuff.

Speaking of visitors, throughout the trip, that yellow pony was struggling to stand upright. He’d keep on looking down at the ground in hopes of stopping himself from gazing at my lewder parts. As fun as seeing a boy this flustered was, I would have to build up his confidence a little. After all, there’s the chance that they could run away from me in case I get too hot for them to handle.

“Calm down, you’re already past the hard part,” I assured. “It’s not everypony that makes it to a girl’s place, you know~” He was still blushing, but he was less tense. I gently stroked his mane while smiling down on him. “Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself? Who’re you and what’re you doing hanging with a bunch of muscle heads?” He still seemed nervous. I watched him hit his chest a little, as if he was physically dislodging a frog from his throat.

“I-I’m- My name is Mister Chaser,” he explained. “I-I’m a top mark student, and those four aren’t. Long story short, they want me to do ‘the brain stuff’ for them. One of those things were keeping them safe in case they got drunk, but here I am.” A classic story, a bunch of guys want someone better in one field to do the stuff for them. I shrugged at that story.

“Typical muscle heads, am I right?” I mused. I then walked further into the apartment. “So, Mister Chaser, have you gotten with a girl before?” He nervously rubbed his shoulder and looked away.

“N-no…” he muttered. “I don’t usually talk to ladies…”

“Well, I’m nothing if not a good teacher,” she said. “I’ll grab some condoms, just in case, and a few other things. Meanwhile, you undress for me. I’ll make sure you’re prepared to lose your cherry~” He blushed harder as I spoke, and I sauntered towards my bedroom, making sure to give my shapely hips a good shake for him. Soon, I arrived at my bedroom, it nice and straight.

I carefully slid out of my dress and hung it up on my closet. Just being in my underwear, a yellow bra and panties, was usually good for getting somepony into the mood. And while I was undressed, I decided to take out my personal secret from under my bed. It just looked like an unassuming box, but there are things in there that’d make grown men weep. I held the box carefully, took a packet of condoms out of my dresser, and then began to walk out. Once out, I saw that scrawny pony, though he didn’t appear to be without any clothing, the opposite of what I requested.

“Honey, why are you still in your clothes?” I asked. Mister blushed at my words and he nervously tapped his indices together, all the while trying desperately to fight the urge to gaze upon my half naked body. “What, were you too scared? We can’t do our thing if you’re all covered up like that~” He tensed up and covered his face, shuddering in place.

“I’m really sorry-!”

“Hey hey! Calm down…” I assured, waving him down. I gently took his arms and lowered them, him slowly looking up to me and starting to feel better. He was still nervous and blushing and looking all cute for me. I know a big goal here is to make sure they don’t run away, but when my prey’s making faces like those, it’s a little impossible for me not to swoop in for some indulgence. “Y’know what, maybe you can make it up for me.” I lent him my hand, and he carefully took it. I led him deeper into my apartment and in front of my couch. I laid across it and looked over at him. “Your my entertainment tonight: why don’t ya make a show of stripping for me~”

My suggestion almost immediately got that boy sweating bullets. He takes a few steps back, though I’m quick to extend a finger towards him with authority, prompting him to stop. I waved him closer, and he took a few steps towards me. I crossed my arms behind my head and leaned back.

“You don’t have to worry about disappointing me,” I said. “You’re already giving me a lot to enjoy~” He was shaking like a leaf under my words, prompting a giggle from my throat. “Just make sure you slide those clothes off nice and slow, and I want you to give a little wiggle for me~”

“M-Miss…!” he muttered out. He was still very flustered, but that only made it lovelier~ It took so much fight out of me to not lick my lips, this display was so juicy! Still, it was clear to him that I wasn’t sparing him. He muttered… and carefully took the rim of his shirt. He began to slide it back and forth and he looked down on it with a nervous sweat, all while rocking his hips side to side quite clumsily. Then, he began to lift that thing up towards his head, and I couldn’t hide my growing grin.

He dragged his shirt up more and more, brandishing for me his cute, skinny stomach. It was always fun seeing how small these colts could be, I could imagine myself wrapping around him at least twice over. I also couldn’t help but notice a thick, soapy smell as he brought it up, and I could swear his coat glistened with a cleanliness. Soon his shirt made it up past his chest, him doing his best imitation of a belly dance all the while, before he popped it up and off of his head. Once it was off, he peered around nervously, especially as I gave off a playful wolf whistle.

He was searching around for anywhere to put the now removed shirt. I decided to throw him a bone and held my hand up into the air, signaling for him to throw it here. He was bashful and lobbed it towards me under-hand style. I caught it like a catcher catches a pot-fly, and laid it over the back of my couch. He was rocking his hips all the while, and he seemed uncertain about what to do next. I gave him a lewd smile before darting my pupils down towards his waistband, and he blushed harder upon realizing the next step.

His belly swaying came down to his hips, and once there, he’d hook his waistband with his thumbs. He blushed terribly hard as he slid his pants downwards, showing off some cute white boxers. I smirked as a thought came to mind.

“Before those come all the way down, how about you turn 180 for me~” He didn’t seem aware of just what he was agreeing to, because he seemed a little too happy to turn around. He kept on swaying, giving me the chance to watch his rump shake for me as his shorts came down more and more. Now that that pony was looking away from me, I had ample time to lick my beak and feel up my sex-hungry body. One hand to my breast, one between my legs, and a roll of my eyes as that pony was unwittingly showing off for me.

Soon, those shorts were down and around his ankles, and he stepped out of them. I quickly withdrew my hands as he turned back towards me, brandishing only his undies, and a bulge. I smirked before getting up into a sitting position, and climbing out of the couch. I walked up to him and gently patted his shoulder.

“You can hold onto those for now,” I assured. “Unless you’re willing to give me another show~?”

“I-I think I need to get more comfortable before that,” Mister Chaser said while clenching his thighs together. I smirked and jovially rolled my eyes. I then walked over to that box I brought out, before I opened it up. And within were many different bdsm toys. These weren’t for him, no I wasn’t that cruel. No, those little things were for me. I drew up some cuffs with plastic bands, signifying that they were indeed for play. I then handed them towards my dear boy.

“Would you kindly put these on my arms?” I asked.

“Wh-what?!” I put those cuffs in his hands, him forced to grab them to make sure they don’t fall to the ground. I then swiveled around on my knees and held my arms out behind me and in his reach. He looked over them curiously and then towards my arms. “O-oh geez, we’re going right into this territory?”

“This territory?” I repeated with a sly smirk. “Mister, you wouldn’t have happened to… researched this topic, would you’ve?” Upon hearing me say that, the pony was alarmed by the implication. He stumbled back and waved his hands defensively.

“H-hey now! I-I didn’t do any-!” I then giggled.

“Oh, I tease~” I cooed. “I know ponies like you, you’re growing boys and need to fulfil your little desires.” I slid side to side and made sure my arms were close together. “Don’t worry, buddy. I’m personally a big fan, and I can walk you through it step by step.” He shuddered for a moment, before stepping near my backside, and I can see his undies tightening. He knelt down and opened up the bands, before bringing them down and around my wrists. They clicked in place, and with a few tugs on my end, I could feel it nice and tight in place. I nodded in approval.

“Oh dear, you got me in your grasp~” I cooed. “And you could make me even more in your place if you could search for the long bar with leather straps on the end.” He rose a brow at that and turned towards the box. He walked towards it and peered into the box carefully, looking over the many contents. I could hear each nervous mutter from Mister as he looked into the box. Eventually, though, he got his hands on the thing I was looking for. He gripped this iron bar, before drawing it out.

“And now, you just get behind me…” I explained. He followed my instructions. “And spread my legs enough to get the bar between them.” He knelt down, and carefully grasped my calves before spreading them opposite each other. I could feel his nervousness rise as his thumbs kneaded into my legs. Still, he was able to scooch them to the sides, with a little assistance on my end. And once they were spread, he set the bar down, and I could feel it settle nicely between my legs. “Now put those straps on just in case.”

With my command, he reached to the straps, before wrapping them around my ankles. I gave a short flex, and, sure enough, my body was completely bound. I shivered with excitement! It was fun getting wrapped up like this, but it was even more fun to be able to reduce a boy to putty even from this position! And now, it was time to go to the next part.

“Oh, dear Mister~” I cooed. “Who would you rather strip first? Yourself, or me?” The pony shuddered at my reaction, and panted a little. “My body looks really nice to your lewd parts, don’t they? You probably wanna rub up against them real soon, don’t you? Too soon to get the condom on right now, is that right?” He shuddered faster and faster, wringing his hands together, and he was sweating and drooling. “With all these clothes in the way, it’d be easy for you to go at it without worrying about protection, at least right now.”

He shuddered yet again, and I could practically smell the lust rising in him. He panted and panted, before hooking his waistband. I could see his undies come down, and unveil his cock, it much smaller than my usual meals. I smiled widely before shaking my rump at him, beckoning him towards me. He blushed harder and took a few nervous steps towards me. He was practically right on my back, and he got down onto his knees, angling himself between my thighs. I smiled and brought my cuffed arms up, before bringing them down and over his shoulders, tugging him towards me.

He gasped as he was brought in real quick, and I could feel him slot himself between my thighs, and I felt his whole body shudder upon contact. I giggled and shook aside, grinding my thighs around his poor cock. He grunted again and wrapped his arms around me, pulling himself deeper as if he thought I was some lifeline for him. I sighed and kept shaking side to side, rubbing my thighs and clothed pussy upon his throbbing manhood. I could practically feel the dizzy sell threaten his senses already.

“Don’t leave all the work to me, baby~” I cooed as I rubbed him more and more. “Get this bra off of me~” He panted and panted and clutched harder. However, with careful steps, I could feel his hands march up my trunk before arriving at my breasts. He grasped them carefully, and I could feel his fingers shiver. Meanwhile, he leaned in close to the strap on my back, before taking a careful bite, and tugging backwards, snapping it in two, letting my bra fall down, and setting my breasts free. “Mmm~ Yes, get your hands all over me~ Run them all over~”

With no one else to guide him, that shuddering mess of a man was forced to follow my words. He ran his palms and fingers all over my ample chest, having a few brushes into my cleavage, and even netting a shiver out of me whenever he brushed my nipples! And goodness, this is making me realize that I needed another means of sating my appetite!

“Oh dear Mister, you’re doing just great!” I cooed. “No, I need you to do something for me. You found those nips? I want you to pinch them real tight!” He shuddered at my orders, before bringing his hands real close. I could feel him cradle my nipples between two of his fingers each, and I could feel his whole body shiver at the mere touch. He was still trying to get his head in the game~ I giggled again, and waited, even stopping myself from rubbing on him anymore. That boy was fed up with the waiting, but I could tell the message was finally drilled into his head. With a grunt, he clenched his fingers together.

“Ah~!” I moaned out at the sensation. It hurt a little, but that was nothing compared to all the right feelings! These bad girls were awfully tender and sensitive, so they were nice and primed to squeal before the boy’s grasp! It felt like an electrical jolt ran through me, starting from my breasts and spreading all over my body, especially my brain and between my legs. I clenched up, giving his manhood a little squeeze and wiggle. “Oh Mister~! Keep on just like that, sweetie!”

He shuddered at my reaction, but he kept on clenching on my nipples, and those powerful sensations raked through me yet again, myself wobbling all over his cock in response. And that little nerd was shuddering. He gasped out and clenched tighter. Like that, we were in a cyclical means of pleasure. He’d clench down on me and get those glorious jolts rocking through me, I’d shake in response, I’d grind down on him, and he’d clench harder as his cock was rocked. I moaned and clenched tighter and tighter, before sighing and shaking my chest a little, getting his hands off.

“Oh my dear~” I cooed. “You’ll be reduced to putty in no time at this rate! We can’t go finishing you or me so soon, can we?” I managed to stop choking his chicken, so to speak, so he had a moment to catch his breath, him merely leaning on me like a felled tree. He trembled on my back, and he’d brought his cock away from my grasp enough to evade any accidental brushes. “Oh, I’ve been a little too zealous, haven’t I? I should really learn to portion myself more responsibly, but I can’t help it if you’re so tasty~”

“T-tasty?” Mister repeated in confusion.

“Oh, nevermind,” I assured. “But for now, I need a reminder not to break my toys to quickly! Think you can make it to my box, my dear~?” I lifted my arms to make leaving easier, and that pony stepped away from my grasp, him still worried. He took a few steps away, and appeared to be trying to hide his cock as he walked, despite me feeling that bad boy throb between my legs. He was soon before the box, and when he turned, I got another good look at his rump. “You need to look for a paddle. It’ll be black, and should look like a miniature oar.”

He nodded upon hearing my description and searched through the box, blushing yet again. Eventually, though, he found just what I needed. I watched him withdraw just what I described. I licked my lips in anticipation, and gave a lewd shake of my hips towards the boy. He turned towards me in time to see my wobbling backside, and once again, he was drawn towards it. He shuddered and took a few steps closer to me. I made sure to lean back and shake in front of him, inviting the bite of that paddle. He held the paddle parallel to himself and looked over it, as if trying to mentally leap a hurdle between him and the end of his mission. Still, I gave him a show, beckoning him forwards, and that seemed to spur him on juuuuust right.

He reared that paddle back, before swinging it down! And then, a loud smack echoed out through the apartment, soon followed up with by a yelp on my end. I panted and blushed, my tongue lulled out past my beak as I curled my toes. “Again!” I begged. That pony shuddered for a bit, before rearing back and smacking my ass again. I could feel my buttocks shake from the smack, and I could only imagine what was on display for him! I could hear his breathing get heavy! “More! MORE!” He shut his eyes, and swung again.

Over and over again, and despite his shut eyes, he kept on striking just where he needed to. Eventually, though, his swings got weaker and weaker, and he was forced to drop the paddle, now hunched forwards and panting. My rump, meanwhile, was burning red with pain, and I loved it~ I sighed and shook my hips again, now slurping my tongue back into my beak. This precious pony chose to feed my hunger, so I think it’s time for me to finish him~

“Ok, I think you’ve punished me enough,” I said. “And you’ve probably been waiting soooo long to get at this, weren’t you?” I giggled and shook again, and I could feel Mister’s eyes follow. “Then why don’t you come over and peel off my panties, and give yourself access to me rump~?” He shuddered and stumbled back. Though, he began to take a few careful steps forwards. I lifted my arms up, and he knelt down again, hooking the waistband. I felt him pause, though only for a moment. It took him a bit to recompose himself, and with a breath, he drew my underwear down, unveiling my bare bottom.

And once down, he positioned himself just right, and I could feel his cock slide into my crack. He shuddered and held my hips… He was still. He was painfully, painfully still. So, I leaned forwards, wrapped my arms behind him, and then thrusted backwards, forcing myself to bury his cock into me! Upon touching down, he gasped out in alarm! I smiled widely and pounded him more and more, and it wasn’t long before his body responded to the allure of mine. He was thrusting back and hugging my trunk tight.

He buried his face into my shoulder blades and he thrusted harder and harder. I could feel him pump deep into my tail hole. I moaned and kept on moving my body in tandem with his! I knew that this wasn’t going to last! I was about to drain the life from him like some wicked changeling, and all because I’d tormented him so much! Still, I was out to net however much I wanted from this little guy! If I wasn’t all chained up, I’d be tugging on his hips to force him deep and into me! Still, it seemed like what I was doing was enough to put him over the edge! It wouldn’t be long. One more pump… one more pump…

“Haaaaaaa~!” he squealed out. At the same time, he clenched his legs and shoved deep into me, cumming right into my backside. I, meanwhile, chose to clench around him real tight, intent on squeezing as much out of him as possible! Sure enough, I milked his little cock, and that boy would be down for the count. That stimulation would be too much for his body. He fell backwards, his cock drawing out of my ass before he flopped onto his back, left panting beneath me.

I sighed and giggled. I was very familiar with these bindings, so with a little tough work, I was able to work myself out of those cuffs. Then it was easy as cake to slide the bar off of me. I stood up and stretched out my arms, before turning and looking over that little nerd. He was still splayed out, his cock flaccid, and his whole front stained with sweat. What an adorable display~

“Oh I picked a winner tonight~”