I sighed and rolled over. Bored... I guess I could whack it? ... nah, wasn’t in the mood... beat up some punks? ... nah, still not enticing... I wish we had a spa at this place... not that I like, really wanted to go there, but it like, could be neat to check out I guess. And it was mainly since I knew... Mallet was it? I think she wanted to visit one. And that leader of the Burner Boys, and that precious little dragon filly... what was her name again? Eh, nevermind, not relevant here. I suddenly perked my ears as I heard a vague cry of pain

I snuck inside the secret room just in time to catch a griffon using her claws to cut open one of a stallions testicles, some whitish liquid spurting out as she slowly sunk her claw in deeper, the stallion wailing out in pain, fighting his restraints. I took a better look through the spy-mirror into the interrogation room after I shut the door tightly behind me. Upon my second glance, I could make out that the stallion was one of the supposed leaders for that new group of nutjobs out in the wastes. Never quite got their name, nor recall when or how we managed to capture him... how long was I asleep before? I shook my head and looked at the griffon busy busting a nut, so to speak, and I instantly recognized her: Gunhilda Häl, Skuggdöttir... something something. I think I got the last part right.

If I recall right, she’s from that reclusive clan that lived near that weird place that sold furniture you put together yourself and was famous for their meatless meatballs before the war really got started... that, and the orgies... from what little I had read, that country was sex-crazed. I had no idea if it was true, or what was left of it today, but it would explain some things about her I think. Like how her signature weapon consisted of... 42 parts, that all fit in a small case, and she could built it together in less than a minute... while jacking it... I wasn’t about to ask her about it though. Last that did, repeatedly, got fisted, with an open claw... then got face fucked so hard their nostril was ruptured. And they would have bled to death if she hadn't given them that healing potion... which she administered through their ass... so no, even if I know Sanguine will protect me from most harm, it is still stupid to ask a Bloodwing to suck your clit dry...

I watched as she... “got acquainted” with him in her own little way. “Oh, come on you wuzz, I’ve had griffins cry less as I removed their barbs with a potato peeler.” She snorted and gave a swift kick to the stallions face. “You know what? I’m glad you fucktards don’t know enough to just shut up and do as I tell you, it’s much more fun having a better reason to wreck you fully. Those obidient little cumsluts I get sometimes are too boring to torture, they’re already broken. Though, they do often give damn good head. Which is why I don’t kill most of them. They're harder to find than the likes of you... now, suck my fucking clit or I will end you!” The griffon snarled and forced the stallions face against her swollen sex, rubbing her juices over his muzzle. I could easily see she was pent up.

Made me wonder actually, since I saw her get sucked off in the shower just this morning, finishing by filling up the ass of the zebra that blew her. Can’t say I had thought of that as an option to cum inside, then again, I didn’t have claws to spread someone’s ass open while using wings to get into the position... how the hay could she still be this pent up? She seemed more than relieved after that. Maybe she just had a really high libido... that, or something pissed her off. I can say I can relate to that. Some days I just wanted to pin down and plow the shit out of someone after getting pissed off. And also actually preferred when they struggled then, then I could beat the fuck out of them as I pounded them raw. Great outlet of frustration and energy.

I saw the worn out stallion snort, then heard several soft ‘chink’ noises, noting a notable frown on Gunhilda’s features. “Bitch, I did not tell you to bite my crown jewel, now suck it you little skank!” I just made out more ‘chink’ing, along with a mad hissing from the stallion. I looked closer and now noticed a spider gag forcing his mouth open. I had heard about that, special designed to have the mouth closed enough to suck, yet open enough so the teeth couldn’t meet. I could understand why she’d want one... it really seemed like he wanted to rip her thermostat clean off. I’d seen it happen before... and the opposite for stallions... and a number of different methods to archive about the same goal for both genders. Though, I knew for a fact she stuck to nasally fucking if she didn’t have the gag with her... or she just shoved it in their urethra. She had a creepily long and narrow clitoris... was that common for griffins? I knew they couldn’t wink like us ponies, so I dunno... their males didn’t flare up either so... but yeah, this wasn't the time for contemplating.

“Guuuh... FINE! Have it your way dipshit!” I watched as she spread her wings and took to the air, hovering with her crotch in front of his face, a grin spreading across her features. “If you don’t want to suck the jackhammer, how about a nice, warm shower?” I watched as Häl started to relieve herself over his face.Which I understood, I mean; the fucker didn’t listen. I looked on as the stallion struggled to avert his face from the stream that cascaded down over his face, but the griffin kept his face in her line of fire. After a couple of seconds, she gripped his chin and the back of his head, yanked it upwards, then pressed her sex between his lips, resuming to empty her bladder, humming gingerly to herself, the buck tried to pull free, a look of further disgust spread even more on his features as I watched on in contemplation. Always amazed me how stupid these dirt ponies could be.

Once she was done, she exhaled and landed, then tilted his head even further back, whistling cheerfully to herself. “Come now, you look like you could use a freshly produced drink, you’ve been up all day after all.” I watched in amusement as the stallion tried to feebly struggle against the clearly superior griffon in charge before I watched him give in, a grimace forming as he sent it home. It was cute in a way, he didn’t seem to understand he was below her. Dirt ponies were silly that way. “Well then, if you won’t service me, I’ll just have to self-service tap then.” I leaned a bit closer, knowing what was to come, watching in anticipation as she held his head steady, aligning her clitoris with his nostril, then unceremoniously ramming her seeming unnaturally long clitoris inside his nasal cavity, eliciting a whiny as I noticed a trickle of blood coming out after a couple of seconds, actually making me wonder a bit how she managed to break skin... maybe her clitoris had barbs?

I tilted my head a bit and shrugged, maybe she just knows how to thrust it. She did have a heck lot easier than me doing it at least. Her clit fit snugly inside, mine was almost too big to be pushed inside. And too big for some ponies, period. Then again, a stallion had no chance at all to fit it, but they had the rest of the mouth to force it into. Eh, I could just shove their whole muzzle inside if I now felt like it. Wasn’t the same, but I’d been over this discussion in my head before. I watched in fascination as she pumped her rod in and out rhythmically, those claws gave her a very good grip I had to admit. It was almost hypnotic how simply ‘watch-able’ it was to just look at her thrusting in and out. I almost flinched as she pulled her clit fully out and started jerking herself off as she planted her crotch tightly against his nostril.

Shortly after, Häl began to shiver and let out a grunt of satisfaction as I noticed the buck make a notable sign of discomfort as she began dumping her load inside of him. Stream after supposed stream just gushing out from what I could tell. He did cough to what he could, and fluid did drip out of his mouth as she let out a sigh of relief and landed onto the ground. “Ha... well then, now that that’s out of the way, you mind telling me what I want to know? Since do know I got a lot more shots in me before I go limp like Security. I mean shesh, if anything, that mare would by standard have a whiskey prick as much as she’s wasted.”

The stallion coughed a few more times, notably seeming to want to blow his nose among other things. “Ngh... I’m not telling you anything! My allegiance to th-” the griffon smacked him across his face with a yawn. “Yeah, whatever bub, if you don’t want to talk, I’d rather do useful things with your body, not listen to you whine. I’m not paid by the hour listen to your life story. You know... the most stupid things you morons can do is start citing verses, mottos or whatnot, since we don’t give a fuck about your beliefs, quoting what justifies things for you has no effect on me. Much like I know you don’t think my reasons for why I am allowed to fuck your shit up is legitimate. Difference is, I’m smart enough to realize that, you narrow minded fucktard. Now, if you misbehave again, I might just give you head.” Häl grinned widely and looked at him. “Ever had a beakjob before? They say I’m very sharp at it.”

I noticed how she gave a crooked smile and reached for her belt. “Tell you what, how about I give you some... pointers to start with?” I watched as she pulled out a long, slender and cylinder shaped object made out of metal. I quickly realized I did not need a PHD in common sense to understand what that was... then again, I likely had one of those, going with the average intelligence of people... that, and some were too stupid to be able to comprehend what could be done to a male, or by a female. Which I personally found very laughable. I mean heck, just take that Rampage chick. When she decides to pound someone raw, there ain’t shit they can do to stop her. Even if they bit off her pride, it’d just grow back, on a much more pissed mare. Was actually surprise I hadn't seen her plow ponies. From what I had heard, she only went to professional prostitutes. I guess she had very high standards or something. That, and they were all mares, so it didn’t seem like she’d swing that way.

Without further ado, the griffin grinned, dropping down into a crouching position next to the stallions side. “What’s this? Your friend doesn’t want to come out to play? How rude! We’ve been here for an hour, and he hasn’t even introduced himself.” I watched as Häl unceremoniously stuck her claw inside his sheath, eliciting a shriek of pain from the stallion as she seemed intent on dragging out his pride, quite literally. Looking as she really seemed to dig her claw around in there, pulling out the flaccid, and slightly clawed up penis sent me a bit of mixed feelings. But I had to admit it was quite soothing to watch him writhe in pain. Häl casually began jerking the bloodied member, much to the dismay of her toy.

It took quite a long time, and many tears before he was fully erect, much like she was. I had to admit I had been staring at her package for quite a while now, expecting her to wink. Then I recalled it’s an equine thing, instead just resorting to staring at her freakishly long clitoris. I can say I almost wondered if it was prehensile... could a genital be that? It was just more likely she was swaying her hips around that it looked like it moved. I was a bit tempted to know how it tasted, what it felt like. But I was honestly afraid to approach her... Häl was scary, even for me. Especially after she had groped me in public, right next to Sanguine. She did say I had a nice feeling package though, lots of meat... I still wasn't sure if she meant that in the good way... Plus, she had punched Big Daddy in the face, twice. That girl had eggs.

Though, the outcome of that had her whimpering on the floor like a little colt after she got kneed in the cunt. Was rather surprised Big Daddy won respect for her by that whole escapade. I didn’t saw the whole thing; I just entered as she dropped in a trembling heap, seeming to try avoiding bursting into tears. And I could understand her perfectly; it was a nerve cluster after all, yet, you didn’t want to show yourself wailing like a filly. Gelded bucks had all the luck, couldn’t cheap shot em. As I stood pondering, it seemed like she had finished toying with him and swung around, backing up to the engorged and bruised member with her hindquarter, grinding her own swollen sex against it. “Mmm... you’re just my size, not too big... now lets see... I believe one should penetrate for intercourse, yes?” She gave him a jab in the ribs, and I was rather sure I heard a small ‘crack’ noise as she did, eliciting a pained whimper, followed by a nod.

“That’s a good boy, now hold still while I slide it in...” I anticipated her to ram herself back and start pounding his ass raw. Instead, she moved her claw back, and... I leaned on closer, my eyes opening up in surprise as she had her clit in her claw, aimed her hard... shaft? Nub? Needle? Yeah, I’ll go with needle. She aimed her throbbing needle at his urethra, and thrust inside without waiting for a reaction or teasing him. I saw his eyes bulge as he yelped out in a sharp pain, blood slowly started to seep out as she held her clit inside his cock, she was in deep, to the hilt... not that that technically was much, but for a mare, that clit was something... if not freaky. Wondered if she’d applied taint to her pearl or something? And wonder how about anything she thrust into started to bleed. Then again, I should have seen that part coming, she’d fucked a mare like that once. That was actually the first time I’ve heard a pony shriek ‘Wrong hole!’, and not refer to their ass... okay well, that one buck did when I started to slam my meat into his nostril, but that doesn’t count.

“How’s this? Don’t like being penetrated? You didn’t seem to complain much when I fisted you before. All you did was scream. Which was totally a turn on by the way, you so get what I like!” Häl grinned and began to like... rotate her hip in some weird way, swapping between grinding and thrusting. “You know, I’ve love to fill you up, but there’s just no way I’d be able to fit into that tiny hole of yours. Tell you what? We’ll compromise, you’ll get to penetrate me, while I have you penetrated. Sound fair?” It almost seemed like she was about to wait for a response, but then she just nodded his head for him. “Very good! Not let me just prep you up!”

The griffon hummed cheerily to herself and pulled her clit out, trickles of blood following suit... was it weird that I wanted to suck her clean? ... probably. I shrugged inwardly to myself and watched as she took a hip flask from her chest... which I found a bit peculiar, then flipped up the rod into her claw. And hey, ‘rod’, I could call her clit that... wait, getting side tracked here. I’m sure she’s named it anyhow. She doused the piece of metal with what seemed to be some sort of alcohol. And I was sure it was neither for disinfection, nor lubricant. My suspicion was correct as she bent down and just forced it inside his urethra as he once again broke out wailing like a buffoon... while she hoo-, fingered herself... okay well, she was jerking herself off... that seemed dangerous with those claws... “Mmm... you totally get my type of foreplay... that’s it... scream for me, scream for your niece...”

I could only tilt my head as she grit her beak and quickly turned towards his battered privates and unleashed a torrent of transparent gushes across it, completely soaking it. “Anhh... take it! Take my cum you little bitch!” I’d say it again, this girl was a mystery to me... and just as sudden, she wrapped... okay, sunk her claws into his flesh and began pounding him hard, riding him upside down. She took much less deep thrusts than I was used to seeing a gal do, she barely went halfway down on him. “Unh... think you’re tough huh? You know how many dicks I’ve torn off with this baby?” I watched as clenched her beak shut and started to shudder with effort as I estimated she must be tightening her muscles, noticing how he began to tear up over the course of seconds she kept it up before letting go, making a twist mid-air, still on his cock as she spun around, something I found rather impressive. “Haa... yeah, that’s what I thought you wimp... didn’t it went both ways, did you?” I still had no idea what she was talking about, if it was to intimidate, even had a point, or whatever she was up to.

Häl sped up, gripping his front legs for... support? I wasn’t sure, I guessed she might just like to dig her claws into flesh. With seeming great effort, she pushed her rear further back, trying to push inside his length into hers, but it seemed to take her great effort... I had suspicions she wasn’t very well hung. Wonder if she was overcompensating with her massive clit and violent behaviour? The buck made a unexpected thrust, causing the griffin to squawk and follow in the motion. “Gah! Don’t you even fucking think about it! You think you’re in charge? Huh? Huh? You’re not! Your dick isn’t small enough for that, and you’ve only swallowed two of my loads! Now shut the fuck up and cry for me, I’m almost there!” I watched with anticipation to whatever crazy antics she’d do this time. It was sorta like watching a really bizarre movie of sorts. Not that I had much to compare it with, they were hard like my clit in the morning to find.

Häl took the tip of his cock and stirred it around inside of her, notably tensing up rapidly as she did. I could tell she was pressing against her happy button. At least that’s where I guessed her prostate was. Was always such a pain to reach my own soda dispenser. Was almost mandatory to learn how to contract it manually if you wanted to open the valve so to say. Well, unless the lucky mares that were naturals, they just popped without effort, shooting their thick, creamy gunk where they pleased. Was fun to make them cum in their sleep however, just like with bucks... man, when and why did I ever quit that hobby? I don’t recall... I was brought back to reality as I heard some high pitched chirps combined with the groans of a pony in pain.

“FUCK YES! Gonna cum!” I watched her as she slammed her hips backwards, and I could almost see as her cunt started clenching and contracting around his dick, she gave very powerful thrusts as her nethers visibly has an orgasm. I noticed how he let out a whiny, his legs jerking as he seemed to be pushed over the edge by her strong muscles. He seemed to dramatically trash harder and harder, like his orgasm caused him a greater and greater amount of pain, a seeming swelling starting to form on his dick. Hadn't I heard about something about sounding too deep and male orgasm? Right as I started trying to recall, he gave another instinctive thrust, and the base of his cock suddenly ruptured, a burst of blood and sperm gushed out underneath from the base of his slab of meat, accompanied by a cry of pain and strong convulsions. “Ngh...that’s it! Have your unborn foals splashed across the floor!” Oh yeah... it could cause the urethra to ruptured as the sperm had nowhere to go. Well look at that. At least none was hurt from it. I felt a little lightheaded; it hadn't exactly been appealing to see his stallionhood burst open like some pus filled scab.

As I watched her work his gashing dick over, riding out her climax like a sensible woman. What came next cause me to recoil in disgust; I saw the metal bar suddenly burst out through the skin as she forcefully thrust her hip to the side, still seeming to ride her orgasm as her moans was barely audible through the screams of agony from the male. Blood was gushing out from the two wounds, and the stallion seemed to be near collapse, that or he was about to pass out... or throw up, I couldn't tell. He was thrashing around too much. I watched as his tormentor let out a sigh of relief, a large wad of her cum splashing to the floor as she pulled out his rapidly limping dick out of her. “Mmm... was it good for you too? Bet you felt when I clenched down on you, I can lift around ten kilo with his baby after all. She turned her head to his tear-stained face and gave a wink. “Look at that, now your hole is big enough for me to dump my load in.”

“Y-You monster...” I watched as the buck stammered out his words, clearly in great amounts of pain. She just replied by smiling. Then almost faster than I could react to, she sent a claw down to grab at his mutilated cock, then twisted, tugged and tore off his entire stallionhood off almost at the base. I stared on in disbelief. I knew she was cruel and effective, but hot damn... I watched in disgust as she held up the metal rod with his privates on them, then almost gagged as she took a chunky bite out of it, sinew and blood following after her beak as she slowly pulled back her head from the disembodied genital. “You look upset, here” I watched as she held the bloody limb towards him “you should eat something, you’re not yourself when you’re hungry...” I watched as a sadistic grin spread across her features, and I noticed blood starting to pour from his nostrils and lips as he shook.

She tossed the dick to the side like... a piece of discarded meat... and casually took out an object, showing it to him. “Know what this is? Hydra.” I watched his eyes bulge wide “Know what it does?” I saw the horror in his eyes as realization struck him, and I saw how her amusement just grew as he did. Her eyes suddenly drifted to the side, and she let out a snort. “Ha! Look, a radroach found your dick.” I leaned towards where she was looking, and indeed saw a radroach... eating off his dismembered organ... again, causing some bile to appear in my throat as I saw the mandibles rip out what appeared to be the urethra... “Guess that means it’s a cockroach, huh? Get it? Cock-roach.” She let out a gigglesnort that I did not expect to hear from her. I dunno, I guess I expected a maniacal laughter? Here she was snickering like a little girl...

“Oh, oh! What if I lit it on fire? Then we got a cock-roast. Or if I make another one, we could have a cock fight!” She looked towards the male with a big grin that slowly faded into a scowl as she bore into his eyes, I saw him trembling. I was sure he had wet himself, though, there was too much blood to tell. He had even started turning a bit pale. She suddenly snorted and slapped him across the face, leaving a gushing scar. “BAH! That was funny... you dickless fuckers just don’t got any sense of humor. Grow some cunt, those things can take a pounding, unlike your little feeble balls! Got you sprawled out, weeping by the slightest thing...” I watched as he tried to keep from... multiple things as he tried to speak. “I-I’ll t-tell you... anything just... just stop... I... I...” the stallion sniffled and tried to continue, but broke down weeping.

I watched as she pouted and gave an over exaggerated and clearly fake pitying posture and tone. “Naw... did the mean old griffin hurt you? Did she huwt your little feelings? Want me to kiss the bobo to make it all better?” I could tell the stallion had given up, I knew that look far to well. It made me think a bit... mostly how much of her session I had missed. The stallion raised his head once more. “Ngh... d-damn bitch... wh-what you are looking for i-is located... it’s located in-gh...” the male suddenly recoiled, his face scrunched up in one of brief, intense pain and a low, churning noise could be heard for a few seconds, then the outtake of blood through his stump rapidly increased as he began to vomit, hurling up his... wait, that wasn’t stomach content, that WAS his stomach... and on second glance, what was coming out of his ... fallen pride, was not just blood...

The pony shuddered and twitched for several seconds before going limp. Possibly even more limp than his dick, whi- EW! The radroach was eating the arteries like some sort of pasta... what was wrong with that radroach? I shivered and looked away, back to the recent corpse. Häl stood there, blinking a few times. “Huh... I did not see that coming. I’d heard of suicide pills, but not suicide internal organ slicers... must be the latest fashion to get rid of snitches I guess... ah well. He’s gone, ded, D-E-D, to death! Did I bellow! Yet does it echo in my ears... That’s what matters. I was just hired to play with him anyhow, any potential info was just a possible bonus. I think he might want to hear about the suicide device though, since that’s new.” She unhooked the specially designed spider gag that had kept his mouth open, then seemed to inspect the corpse, shrugging her shoulders. “Eh, even using him as a toilet seems kinda pointless right now. Besides, I don’t need to go anyhow... that, and my employer might not appreciate that if he’d now dissect this guy heh. I do have an image to keep up after all.” She casually put the gag back in her belt-pouch and ran a claw through her head-feathers. “Well, I better go clean up, even though the scent of blood gets me hard and hollow, I’m actually sated for the day. Think I came actually when he threw up, that was hot.” She smirked to herself and turned to leave, stopping just as she had reached the door.

“Oh, and Psycho? Hoped you enjoyed the show, I came extra hard knowing you watched... And just so you know; the mirror isn’t turned on, the green light would be on otherwise, the deflection enchant is not working. If I didn’t know who you were, and if you weren’t important, I would have been tempted to play around with some prolapse of either of your rear openings penetrating the other... And trust me, I’ve managed to do it on males, so a female is ever easier... anyhow, hope you enjoyed the show. We might could even... ‘play’ some later when I’m in a better mood, I saw you staring at my package, and I’m sure we could have lots of, ‘fun’... Now, ta-ta. And if you tell anyone about this, I might reconsider doing just that anyhow sugar.” My blood froze a little as what she said sunk in, I took a quick glance to the lamp, it was not glowing... I normally didn’t care for threats, but I knew this girl was crazy enough to go through with a threat... she had before. Every time. Even I was flabbergasted when she actually did shit down the neck of the recently decapitated Steel Ranger elder after being called chicken one more time. I blame that she barely got away on the pure shock value... and somewhat to her acrobatic skills and those smoke bombs.

I swallowed and sat still, following her with my eyes as she left the room, flaunting her goods in my direction with a malicious grin as the pool of blood on the floor became bigger. I noticed I had subconsciously moved my tail to cover my precious privates. And I could say that this was one of the few people I was actually scared off. Most reapers were fucked up, but beside that freak of nature Ramage, we all kinda knew our limit... unless those high on drugs... but that’s beside the point. This griffin however... she seemed to just have complete disregard for everything. I really wondered what had made her what she was... even more than I did with Slagathor, at least he just stood there and was creepy. I was going to leave and like...do something else, just as soon as pulse had gone back to normal... I was used to seeing most things, but some shit was just a tad bit fucked up for even me...

Author's Note

(Note: It can be a good thing to note this is a quite unique chapter in that Psycho is very passive action wise. Secondly: These chapters aren't necessarily in chronological order.)