Caramel trotted happily back to Sweet Apple Acres. Sure, he was supposed to be there all along, but who could resist one of Pinkie's parties? This particular party was a welcome party for a griffin, something Caramel hadn't actually seen before. Her name was Gilda. She left in quite a fury before Caramel had a chance to welcome her to Ponyville. Which was a shame, Caramel always loved to have more exotic friends; him and Twilight were virtually the only ones that ever hung out with Zecora, the town zebra. He couldn't get enough of the different culture and her stories, and also living in Ponyville, a town mostly populated by mares, left him feeling the need to seek out the more exotic of the opposite sex, even if he wasn't quite good at talking to them in the first place.
A better reason that he wasn't able to talk to Gilda was that she was in sight of Applejack for most of the party. If Applejack had found out that he skipped out yet again, she wouldn't let him hear the end of it. That would be the third time this week, first he accidentally broke the axle on the apple cart, then he accidentally let the cows out and inadvertently caused a stampede. But really, what did you expect when you make a pony whose special talent is making caramel apples do manual labor? That didn't stop Applejack from giving him an earful every time though.
He trotted along the path until he made his way to the main fields. He was supposed to take down a beaver dam, but he figured he had plenty of time, Applejack said they already got rid of the beavers. As he walked into the field however, he had to trot through a thin layer of water on the grass, signifying that things weren't about to be so easy.
He looked around to make sure Applejack or Big Mac weren't around to see, then he broke out into a gallop hoping to fix the situation before either of them showed up. Dodging around apple trees and buckets awaiting their fruit he made his way as fast as he could to the creek where the beaver dam was when he left it.
He rounded a corner around a small hill and glanced at the beaver dam. Skidding to a stop in the rising water he stared slack jawed at what had been constructed above him. Five beavers worked around a dam that had to be at least ten feet tall, even though the two adjacent hills were only about five foot high at the tallest points. They must've been building a beaver mansion or something.
Caramel sprinted around the other side to attempt to take it apart while yelling at the beavers. "Stop it, you pests! This is the last thing I need!"
The beavers perked up as he ran around and started to pull out sticks from the bottom. "Oh, Applejack is going to kill me," Caramel said, extremely worried.
A stick knocked him across the forehead. He rubbed it and looked up to the beavers. They were yelling at him in what could only be beaver, and waving at him to stop.
"You guys know you can't build dams here! We need this land to farm!" To which the beavers responded by making it rain sticks in his direction.
He raised a hoof over his head "Hey, cut it out. Get out of here!" One of the beavers got lucky, as another large stick knocked him across the head. "Ow, Stop it!" he said in frustration, trying to grab at the sticks again before having to retreat from cover from the beaver barrage.
"Oh, I'm going to kill those da-"
"Caramel, what in the hay is going on?!" said a voice that could only belong to Applejack. This was the last thing he wanted.
"These beavers won't let up!" he retorted. He was ready for another verbal assault anyway, she looked mad.
"Well they wouldn't even be here if you had just taken down the dam when I told you to. What were you doing the whole time?" Applejack asked expectantly.
"I, uh..." Caramel wanted to lie, but nothing came to him.
"You went to the party, didn't you?" Found out, Caramel drooped his ears and looked away from Applejack.
"Galdarnit, Caramel. I told you I needed you here. Now you done screwed this up too!"
"Well, I thought you said the beavers were gone?" Caramel said matter of factly as he tried to reverse the blame.
"They were, and they would've stayed gone if their home wasn't sill here. Dear Celestia, we're going to be working on this all day! Now I'm gonna have to get Fluttershy back here, make another brush pile, and make sure all the trees are okay." Applejack sighed.
"I just don't know what to do with ya'll, Caramel. One more screw up like this, and I... I..."
Oh please don't say it, I really need this job, Caramel thought.
"Well, I might have to fire you."
"Applejack please, it won't happen again." Caramel begged.
"It better not, or you'll be outta here."
"Don't worry, I'll help you get all of this down before you even know it." Caramel got up from his yell receiving position and tried to trot forward, but Applejack held a hoof out and stopped him in his tracks.
"I think you've done enough here, sugarcube. Why don't you go into the west fields and pull down loose branches or something." With that, she turned around and began arguing with the beavers, leaving Caramel to his work.
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Applejack's never blown me off to something this useless, she must really be pissed right now, Caramel thought as he pulled down an arrant branch. It was one of only a few. The only time they had to do this was after major storms, otherwise it was pretty pointless.
Ugh, week after week it's always the same, I am so fed up I could just... just..., Caramel sighed, he didn't know what he could do. As much as he hated it here, he didn't really have any other options. It was either manual labor, or being homeless.
He idly pulled down what he thought was a branch that was hanging perfectly at mouth level. Instead of coming down like a branch should, it elicited a frightened yelp from the tree, also it was... furry.
He spit it out and looked up, "What the...?"
The body attached to the 'tree branch' was actually Gilda, the griffon from the party. She looked quite flustered, like she had been recently crying.
"What the hell is your problem, dweeb?" She said as she marched forward angrily, making Caramel backpedal until he hit a tree and was trapped.
"Sorry, I just-"
"Why don't you watch where you're biting, huh? I ought'a beat the shit out of you right here." With that she grabbed Caramel by the throat and hoisted him up the tree. Damn, she's strong, Caramel thought as her talons began to cut into his neck, making blood trail down his coat.
"Really, I didn't mean to," Caramel managed to choke out.
"Ugh, you ponies are all the same. Full of apologies but never wasting a chance to humiliate me." Her talons dug in deeper with every word she violently spat out. Caramel hated to admit it, but he kind of liked the abuse, and it showed as a certain part of him began to rise against his will.
In Gilda's anger, she looked down to notice this fact and a look of shock took over her face for a brief moment. She dropped the poor stallion and looked at him incredulously for a moment. Caramel rubbed his neck as he looked away in embarrassment.
"What the hell, dweeb? Did you actually... like that?"
"I... I don't know, maybe," He said, just as confused with himself as she was.
"Look, I'm sorry about that, I just need to get back to work," Caramel said as he tried to walk off, not really wanting to face the griffin out of embarrassment. Instead of him walking away, a talon wrapped around his neck again, hoisting him to face Gilda yet again.
"Hold on there, kid. Maybe we can help each other out," Gilda said with a sultry smile and an accented stretch of her wings.
"Ho-How do you figure that?"
"Well, I'm a bit pissed, and now I'm in the mood to do some abusing, and from the look of your friend, you want it."
"Now hold on, I neve-" Instead of waiting for a response, she slammed Caramel into the ground with great force, driving the air out of his lungs.
His member decided that this was a good time to begin it's venture into the world. Gilda took notice to this and slowly brought her talons across Caramel's coat, barely on the precipice of breaking skin. Her talons traced their way to his manhood, only making it harden in response.
"O-okay, but maybe just a little."As much as it hurt, he had to admit, some part of him really enjoyed this. If he uttered some words of protest now, she might stop.
Her talons found their way to his member, wrapping around it and beginning to stroke. Caramel groaned in response to the sudden attention.
"So you do want it after all?" She said coyly as she continued to stroke his protruding shaft. He could only nod in response.
She smiled and brought her beak down, nuzzling his shaft up against her soft feathers before bringing out her small, agile tongue. Her hands started a road map of scratches along Caramel's flanks as she began to work her tongue up and down his manhood. The pain only accented the pleasure as his groans of quiet ecstasy became much loader moans.
She traced her tongue up to the apex of his member before plunging it's entirety down her throat. She bobbed her head up and down, causing Caramel to almost lose control of himself as she dug her claws into his sides. Her continuing movement brought Caramel closer and closer to the edge after every thrust by her. He could feel every wet, warm groove in her mouth as her beak and tongue caressed the base every time she brought her head all the way down.
Just when he thought he couldn't take another second, Gilda pushed her claws deeper into his hide, drawing blood from his flanks, and pushing her head as far as it would go down his manhood. He groaned and tensed every muscle in his body as he climaxed into her mouth. She dragged her claws across his flank, almost tearing through his hide, but it only made Caramel groan louder as he finished releasing his seed into her throat.
She released him from her grip and let his member flop down onto his belly. Without letting a drop fall, she swallowed his load while looking into his eyes. He fell back into the grass, exhausted. Cuts covered his hides and blood flowed freely from them. He didn't care, as most of his energy was spent, causing him to almost nod off.
A clawed hand slapped him across the face and brought him back into the realm of the living.
"What do you think you're doing, dweeb? I'm not done with you yet." She began to crawl up on top of him, her soft fur brushing across his caused his member to come back to attention almost immediately.
"Now's when the real fun begins," she said with a deviant smile. Caramel knew he should be scared, he knew he shouldn't want this, but a part of him was coming alive that shut out all of the other, weaker parts in favor of this.
She leaned down into him and brought her hand back to find his member again. With a jerk and a small scratch, she shoved it into her. She cooed as she rocked her hips back and took it all the way inside of her. Caramel winced, Gilda grabbed hold of his arms and begin to grip them with almost all of her strength, which was quite debilitating with the talons added to the equation. He saw blood run down his legs and some drip onto his face. Even though the pleasure of being inside of the griffin and feeling her soft fur rubbing up against him was immeasurable, he worried that he may pass out from blood loss. Since it was becoming a problem.
She continued to rock back and forth on top of him, moaning every time right into his ears. Fear began to take over him as he started to become dizzy under her. Dying like this wasn't necessarily the way he wanted to go, but he couldn't rightly complain either. The only thing he could do was sit there and take it.
He tried to move a little bit, but was only forced back into place by her strong arms. He tried to go along with it and start thrusting into her, but the force of her hips slamming down into him made any effort all but impossible. Under this blissful submission, he began to feel something well up inside of him. All his life he was the one being beaten around, having to listen to everyone else, and generally being a screw up. Something about being dominated in the middle of Sweet Apple Acres made him want to change all of that. Anger welled up inside him. His rage only grew with each thrust Gilda made, and each louder moan she made into his ear. It wasn't at her, but at himself, for not taking control of his life. Something in him snapped. All of his exhaustion vanished and his eyes shot open, fully alert.
With new-found strength Caramel flipped Gilda over into the grass and began thrusting into her himself. Gilda gave a startled squawk, but then her moaning increased.
"Well, l-look who decided to g-grow a pair," she attempted to say through her moans. Caramel ignored her and thrusted violently into her, causing her to go wild with pleasure. This time he took the role of the dominant one, and held her down rigorously.
The sudden reversal of roles only caused the pleasure to rise exponentially for the both of them. Gilda wildly groaned and cooed as Caramel rammed his member into her continuously, making him grunt with exertion instead of pleasure.
Now it was Gilda's turn to feel the pressure well up inside her. Under the dominant hoof of Caramel, she held in a breath as the looming climax neared. After one last hard push, Gilda tensed up as her walls tensed around Caramel's cock. Her body rocked in an intense orgasm that Caramel could only smile down in victory at.
Caramel dismounted her and simply stared at what he had conquered. She lay on the grass squirming for another thirty seconds or so before her orgasm finally subsided. Caramel knew, now was the time to turn his life around, and he had just the griffin to do it with.
Gilda looked up in a haze as she slowly made her way to her feet. "T-That was amazing," she said shakily.
"Shut up, baby, I know it." An air of confidence surrounded him as he strode up to the griffin.
"Now listen up, you and me are getting out of this shithole, but I need to do two things first."
"Ooh, confident, I think I'll keep you. What d'you got, dude?" she said as she smiled at him.
"I'm hurting for bits, so we're going to rob the Ponyville bank." Gilda raised an eyebrow, but kept her smile all the same. "I've also got somebody to tell off."
"Bad boy all of the sudden too? I think I'm in love. You just need one thing." Gilda lifted her wing and brought out a pair of super bad-ass sunglasses and put them on Caramel's face. Caramel gave an approving nod and trotted in his desired direction, expecting her to follow.
Caramel walked up to the apex of the hill overlooking where the dam was, and sure enough, Applejack was still working diligently to break it down. Caramel struck a cool pose with Gilda floating behind him and cleared his throat to yell down at her.
"Hey, Applejack!" Applejack jerked up and hit her head on a stick, making her wince.
"What is it, Caramel?! Cant you see I'm working here?" She yelled up in anger.
"Fuck you, you dumb hic. I quit!" Saying what he needed to say, Caramel trotted off in the opposite direction, leaving Applejack astounded at his sudden uprising. With a loud crack, the beaver dam broke apart and took Applejack down the creek in a rush of water. All of the remaining pieces of the beaver dam that stood at the edges of the hill exploded, with fire scraping across the sky as birds flew out of the trees all across the forest.
Caramel lit up a cigarette and walked away from the explosion in slow motion as he and his soon to be partner in crime walked into the sunset.
Author's Note
First attempt at straight up clop. Tell me how I did.
