Advanced Griffon Studies

Part of her couldn't believe she was doing this. Lame, to the highest degree. But somewhere under the sharp talons and sharper tongue, and the ripped shirt of a punk band nobody in Equestria had heard of and the studded belts, there was a conscience in Gilda. And it had been stewing. She'd left it until nightfall to return to Ponyville. If she was going to make amends, she was going to be discreet about it. Bad girls can't be seen to say 'sorry'.

She paced outside the library. What were these... nerves? Why should she be feeling anxious about telling some nerd she thinks they got off on the wrong foot? She kneaded her claws and cursed under her breath and stopped just short of thumping the bark of the giant tree. She slapped herself in the face, then a second time for good measure. Get a grip, girl. She shook herself off, and banged on the door.

Some muffled sounds came from inside. A thump, a crash. Sounded like book-dweeb was calling for someone who wasn't there. A minute later, the door opened, and the lilac head popped out. Twilight squealed in fright when she noticed who it was.

Gilda continued to frown. What was she supposed to do, smile? "Relax, dw- uh... forget the last part. I'm not here to smash your windows or whatever."

"W-why are you here then?" Twilight held the door half-open, in case she needed to shut it in a hurry.

"I..." Gilda grimaced, then sighed. She really didn't want to do this. "I came to apologise for being a douchenozzle." Twilight's jaw went slack. "I don't know if you've noticed, but griffons and ponies don't mix much. Coming here was a bit of a culture shock."

Twilight let the door swing back a bit, so she wasn't holding it like a shield. "I see..."

"I don't... I don't know if I'm ever gonna actually be friends with any of you, because that just seems to be like, your national past-time, but I still feel like we had a bad start. So, uh..."

Twilight hummed thoughtfully. "Okay. I think I can accept your apolog-"

"Really?" Gilda blinked. That quickly?

"... your apology, if..."

"Oh."

"... if you can help me out with something."

Gilda rolled her eyes. "Sure. Okay, I guess."

The door swung open all the way. Twilight was in casual wear - loose t-shirt, jeans... she wasn't going anywhere tonight. "I think you can help me learn a bit more about griffons. You said it yourself - griffons and ponies don't mix much. There's a gap of knowledge there."

Gilda crossed her arms. "Hm. That all? That doesn't sound so hard. What do you wanna know?"

Twilight turned away from the door and skipped inside. "Come in, come in!" There was a decidedly gleeful ring to her voice. Nerd. Gilda stepped in and shut the door behind her. She took a look around to locate the windows in case she needed to bail in a hurry. The most comfortable-looking chair in the house slid into view. Vaguely reclining, big black leather upholstery on a metal frame, with big armrests and even a footrest. "Sit down! I have to get some stuff ready."

Gilda shrugged and helped herself. The dweeb was probably off to make tea and collate her question papers or something. She sprawled on the chair and stretched, and tried not to scratch it. It was a shame she had to be so careful, because she loved the feel of it. Matched her pants, even. Dirty thoughts crossed her mind as she rubbed her legs together, wringing a faint squeak from the tight, black leather around her legs. Some excited babbling from the next room reminded her of where she was, and she dispelled them.

Mechanical sounds startled her. Before she could react, leather straps had erupted from the arm and foot rests, and thrown themselves around her wrists and ankles and pulled tight. While she was still stunned, a second set fastened around her thighs and upper arms, and another one over her stomach. Fucking cheating magic! Her wings were pinned by her body and the curvature of the chair, and with her upper arms held down, her beak's reach was severely restricted. She had barely the time to form a 'what' with her mouth when the chair started moving. She was momentarily weightless as the floor below her descended from the warmly-lit library to the pitch-black basement.

She screeched. Her eagle-like cry just echoed off the walls, and she made herself wince with it. The hatch she'd descended through was already closed, so she probably wasn't going to be heard. She tried to reach for the straps with her beak, but it was just a little too far - she was only prodding her shoulder with the pointed tip. She heard banging, a door swinging open, and then the light came on. A spotlight hanging somewhere behind her and pointed on her, so she could see herself, but the rest of the room was even harder to see by comparison.

"Now, now, now..." Twilight walked into view, visible by the dim mauve light of her horn and the white of the lab coat she'd found in the last, what, thirty seconds? She was pulling on a pair of gloves. Rubber gloves, judging by the shine, and the snap when she let the stretched sleeve go. "Lots of tests to do!"

"Tests?"

"Oh yes! There's so much I can learn from you..."

Gilda seized up, clawing the armrests. That grin behind the goggles made her extremely uneasy. Her belt glowed pink, then started undoing itself. She squirmed and strained, but the straps were too tight to let her do anything. "Hey! What are you... get away from that!"

"Subject displays sense of personal space..."

"Fucking... what kind of tests are these, you little bitch?" The clipboard floated to one side while Gilda's pants peeled down to the first set of straps. Twilight undid each strap one at a time to pull the leather slacks past it, and left them crumpled at her knees. Gilda blushed, largely hidden by her soft face feathers. She wasn't wearing anything under the pants, and she still had traces of moistness from her brief distraction a few minutes ago.

"Subject is already aroused... arrived in tight leather trousers. Possible paraphilia?" Announcing her notes as she wrote them further creeped out the griffon. She growled and another cry of frustration escaped. Twilight winced. "Hm. Definitely going to need one of these..." Another bundle of straps appeared from the darkness. Gilda felt her face forcefully grabbed by the magic, and no matter how much she tried, the muzzle was getting wrapped around her face. When fully fastened, her beak was forced shut, and while she could still growl, the amount of noise she could make was severely limited. As if that wasn't enough, the muzzle clipped on to the headrest, so her head was immobilised too. Twilight moved the headrest up so her subject had full view of what was happening to her.

Twilight frowned at her clipboard, tapping the pen on her lip. "Hmm. Which test to start on first... Might as well get a few control readings." A device about the length of her arm floated over, with more straps hanging from it. Wires hung from the end and trailed out of view. She took the cap off, revealing a wobbling, jelly-like tip. She tested a couple of sliders. One made the tip swell to an alarming size, and then back down again, and the other made it buzz quietly, but shake violently. Gilda had no doubts about where that was going.

It was cold, and Twilight wasn't particularly careful about inserting it into her vulva, but when properly in place, she could feel the cool jelly surface touching just about everything that normally felt good. A thick bulb of the silicone was pressed to her clit, and when the size slider was moved all the way up, it filled her quite satisfyingly. Though, she still wriggled and trashed as much as she could against her restraints, to no effect. Twilight fastened the straps on the vibrator to the ones around her thighs and the one around her waist, so that it was held securely in place. Not that she'd have been able to dislodge it by herself anyway.

"Control reading one at 65% power, in three, two, one..." The slider went up, and the toy buzzed into life. Gilda screamed, but all that came out was a muffled whine. Every part of her tried to do something to get the intense vibration of the big jelly toy away from her, but it was like her body had forgotten how tied down she was. She writhed like she was being electrocuted, but all that was coursing through her was some of the most intense, inescapably powerful stimulation she'd ever had. She wanted to reject it, but her mind was having a hard time keeping a lid on it when her body was so forcefully pleasured. No matter how much she tried to fight it, her body couldn't lie. She needed it, badly. She was pent-up and her flesh was sensitive, and the sudden drilling was a sensory overload. She lasted about eight minutes, screaming and squirming all the way, before orgasm claimed her, and she soaked the seat in her fluids. The buzzing stopped as soon as she crested, leaving her to come down early from it, slightly dissatisfied.

Her eyes were unfocussed, and she was panting as hard as she could through just her nostrils. She wasn't listening when Twilight started babbling to herself about the results. "Interesting... these readings are so similar to equine that the same tincture might actually work... don't go anywhere!" Yeah, fuck you, she thought. The armrests were in shreds from her talons, but all she'd succeeded in doing was ruining a good chair. She wasn't left alone to stew in her shame for very long, because Twilight was back at the side of the chair, brandishing a bottle. She plugged it right into the vibrator and gave it a squeeze. Gilda felt a cool fluid surge from the surface of the toy all over, and it made her squeak with surprise. She clenched on it, and that only made her more uncomfortable.

While Twilight was jamming the straw of a squeezy bottle through the side of her mouth to force-feed her some water, she felt the slight numbness and ache of her orgasm fade away. Within a few minutes, she was as sensitive as she was before the first 'test', though now with the leftover hormones of her previous forced orgasm. Also, a vague sense of dread that this was not going to be over quickly. "Control reading two at 65%, three, two, one..."

Six. She endured six of these tests, and each one remained just as intense and mind-melting as the last, thanks to the sensitivity tonic keeping her from habituating. By the fourth one, she'd stopped listening to Twilight's insane scientific babble. She couldn't spare the focus or willpower to do anything. When the sixth one passed and Twilight walked away, she was just about ready to lose consciousness. Her eyes were bleary, tears streamed down her hot cheeks, and excess liquid dripped from the chair from the number and intensity of her climaxes.

Before she could retreat into sleep, Twilight came back. "You look like you're about to fade out... better go on to one of the more wake-me-up tests, eh?" Gilda mumbled a 'fuck you'. Twilight went into the darkness, and came back with a white feather in her hand. "First, preliminary investigation..." she said to herself, and started brushing the fibres of the soft tip around Gilda's restrained body. The neck got no reaction - too many other feathers in the way. Armpit got a twitch and a grumble. When brushed over her belly, she just growled. Then when she brushed it over the paws of her feet, Gilda squeaked loudly and tried to pull away, causing secondary squirming and whimpering from the way she twisted around the jelly vibrator still plugged into her. "There's the one..."

Gilda whined and looked on with helpless alarm as Twilight pulled things she couldn't see from the darkness. With her ankles strapped tightly to the chair, she had no option but to let Twilight strap mysterious devices to her paws, so that no matter what way she twisted them, the pads were still being gently brushed by something soft and hairy, almost like down feathers. They were already forcing her to twitch and murmur. Then she heard a click, and they sprang to life. The feathery fibres started rotating and swirling over her paws, occasionally getting in between the toes and just lightly running their soft touch over the surface. The tickling was unbearable, and she seized up in involuntary laughter - or, at least, the heartiest laughter she could manage in her state of heavy restraint.

"Okay, signs are stable, so... commencing tickle test at 65%, three, two, one..." The vibrator hummed into life again, and she arched her back in a feeble attempt to squirm away. The two sensations mixing was confusing at first, both of them competing to produce a physical reaction and what they were trying to make her voice do. Between the convulsions of muffled laughter and the heavy moans forced through her closed beak, she could hardly breathe. She became light-headed quickly, and the tears blurred her vision. She couldn't form any kind of clear thoughts. There was just the inescapable, maddening assault from intense physical sensation. Nothing she'd known before had even come close.

She lost all track of time. She felt like her brain was dissolving in forced pleasure and dripping out her ears. The tickling was keeping her just about lucid enough to resist giving in to another forced orgasm, but at the cost of further torture. It might have been ten or even twenty minutes when she gave up. She couldn't fight any of this anymore. Her last wilful thought departed, and she fully submitted to the headrush of sensation, and let herself climax. For a full minute, she exploded with the intensity of feeling. She wasn't sure if this was hell or heaven. She was so knocked flat by it that she didn't even notice the devices powering off after she hit her peak. She just stopped squirming and panted, staring vacantly into the darkness.

"Wow, I didn't think you'd make it that time! Twenty one minutes, five seconds..." Twilight absently scribbled on the page while squeezing water into Gilda's beak. This water was sweet and slightly fruity - she needed the energy. "Could be an anomalous reading though." Over a minute, she caught her breath, and was just about to fade from consciousness again, when the tickle pads started up again, and not a second later, the jelly toy began quivering again. With her will already broken, her reaction was less violent; less tugging at the straps, less clawing the shreds of leather at the ends of the armrests. She submitted entirely to the pleasure, embracing the tickling erotically as if the feathers were brushing her clit, and revelling in the nearly airless distress of trying to laugh and scream in ecstasy at the same time. Orgasm came quicker, in just four minutes, and was over quicker still, having not fought it to prolong the pleasure. She was almost disappointed, though no less exhausted.

The third, fourth, and fifth times were little different. She'd stopped trying to think, and let the pleasure happen to her, for forced orgasm after forced orgasm. Test number six (not that she was keeping count) started with the tickling, but the toy never came to life. She didn't notice much of a difference. Twilight mumbled something she was no longer fit to understand about Pavlovian conditioning, while getting a good look at her pussy, convulsing and leaking as if the toy was on. At ten minutes, she returned to that breathless delirium from the first test, and it dragged on, struggling to climax from delicate paw-tickling alone. By now, she wanted to. When it looked like she was about to pass out, the vibrator hummed into life, and she finished off almost immediately. "Paws conditioned into behaving like erogenous zones by test six... fascinating. I must look more into that at a later date..."

Gilda was amazed she was still conscious as the tickle pads were unhitched from her paws. She rolled her toes and muffled a moan. She rubbed her paws on the leather surface, keeping herself on the edges of her sexual haze. Her mind drifted into ideas that she'd normally find insane. She wanted leather socks, that she could just walk around in, and let them massage her paws... or boots with tickling gel surfaces on the bottom. She could strap them on and let them take her to heaven without having to do anything. She cooed and purred while Twilight went about checking things.

"Wow, would you look at the time... we sure got carried away with these tests!" The chair was soaked. No shit, Gilda might have said if she was fit to understand words. "Though, there is one more I think we have time for... I can leave it running overnight." A collar floated from the darkness and fastened around her neck. "Set power to 35%... and run." The toy hummed loudly, resuming its rapid massage of her hottest spots, but not as intensely as last time. She still forced moans through her nostrils and flexed her abs, trying to grind hips that wouldn't move. "See you in the morning!" The lights went out, and a door slammed, leaving her alone with her pleasure.

She could handle this. Light squirts of tonic every few minutes kept her from losing feeling, and she let herself drift into semi-consciousness. Time passed in an erotic oblivion, her pleasure slowly rising. She helped herself along by trying to knead her paws on the leather. But eventually, she felt something was wrong. She was still awake enough to know that her climax was surely imminent, and it had been for a while. She flexed to try and bring her waist up from the strap, she squirmed in her bindings, and screamed in frustration, muted to a soft whine by the muzzle. No matter what she tried, she couldn't reach the climax dangling torturously in front of her. So that was the test.

Dammit.