“So that's what we wanted to propose to you,” stated Scootaloo.
Applebloom leaned over and whispered into Scootaloo's ear, “I'm telling you this is a really, REALLY bad idea.”
Gilda just sat with a scowl on her face, looking around the small clubhouse. Her eyes settled back on the three fillies and she tapped her beak with a talon. “So let me get this straight,” the gryphoness spoke. “You dweebs want me to scare another little dweeb because she's picking on you three?” The skepticism just dripped from her words.
“Yes ma'am,” came the polite response from Scootaloo, “That's exactly right!”
Gilda scratched the back of her head as she thought.
“We'll pay you!” came the hurried interjection of Sweetie Belle, leaning over to whisper at Applebloom. “Bad idea or not, you want Diamond Tiara to keep picking on us? It's not like the adults are doing anything about it!” Suddenly the trio found a claw shoved into their midst, the three fillies looking up.
“Deal.”
Applebloom was the only one still skeptical about the whole thing. “But we didn't agree on a price!”
Despite the earth pony's objection, Scootaloo took the claw and shook it hard. “Yeah, ok! Deal!”
Gilda just scoffed at Applebloom's concerns and grinned a predatory grin. “Oh don't worry, you dweebs will be able to pay my price, I'm certain of it.” She grabbed a piece of paper with Diamond's routine written down before turning to stroll out the clubhouse. Without another word, Gilda left, slammed the door behind her, and took off to find the bully. Applebloom, who had zipped over to the window, watched the gryphoness fly off, the little filly shaking her head.
“I got a bad feeling about this...”
Gilda flew from cloud to cloud, hiding herself from any ponies that might be around. It wouldn't do for her to get caught, considering what she had planned wasn't quite legal. Gilda glanced at the paper she had snatched and looked for the current time and location that her target would be at. “These dumb ponies... wandering off alone to an empty field for hours on end? What are those dweebs even thinking? At least it'll make this part that much easier.” Gilda made her way to the empty field, hiding on a floating cloud over the area. She kept a sharp watch, listening closely when finally, after about 30 minutes of waiting, she heard the loud sounds of two ponies approaching.
“Well, Silver Spoon, I guess we made fun of those blank flanks enough to make them run away from home,” came the voice of the slightly older filly, her little tiara glinting in the sun. “Nopony's seen them for DAYS!”
There was a brief pause before the pony addressed responded in turn. “Y-yeah, those dumb blank flanks! I hope they never return...” The tone in her voice, though, didn't hold that same mean tone that Diamond had.
Despite the tough front she would put out, Silver Spoon didn't really believe the things she said and did to the CMCs. She hated Diamond Tiara, hated the way she treated the other fillies and colts, but more importantly, she hated being picked on. She learned very early on the only way to not get picked on by Diamond Tiara was to pretend to be her friend and make fun of the other ponies herself. She wished every day she knew she would be spending time with Diamond that something would happen to save her from her life. Luckily this particular day, something was about to happen.
“You're not thinking of giving those blank flanks any pity are you?” spat out Diamond Tiara. “I heard you hesitate an-” Suddenly there was a loud crash, a brown blur, and the sound of flapping wings.
“Well, well, well, who do we have here? A little pink pony bully, don't we?” came the angered voice of Gilda. Diamond Tiara squirmed underneath the much stronger gryphoness, pinned under one of her claws.
“Hey! Let me go! My dad's Filthy Rich and he'll make you sorry you ever touched me!”
Gilda laughed and shook her head. “I don't care how much money your dad has,” she started, blinking when the silver coated filly tapped her on the shoulder. Gilda turned her head and growled a little. “I forgot you were here, what do you want? Or do you want some of what I'm giving to your friend here?” Silver Spoon gulped some and shook her head a little.
“Please... don't hurt me, it's just... that's her father's name... Filthy Rich. And...,” she looked at the filly that was being pressed to the ground. She gulped again and took a breath, calming herself. “She's not my friend.”
Diamond Tiara was about to cry out at what Silver Spoon was saying when Gilda tightened her grip. “Not her friend? Then I suggest you leave, since MY business is with this little brat and things are going to get a bit messy.” Silver Spoon felt her courage rising, seeing her so called friend in such a vulnerable position.
“No. I'm not leaving. I want to watch.”
Gilda hadn't expected that response or an audience. “Eh, suit yourself,” she replied. With a single movement, the gryphoness pulled out a potion bottle from her bag, uncorked it, and shoved the end into Diamond's mouth.
“Drink up you little bully, those little dweebs you've been picking on sent me.”
Silver Spoon was curious what that bottle was that was shoved in her “friend's” mouth; she didn't need to wait long when Gilda tossed the bottle to her. “Here, make yourself useful and set that aside.” Silver Spoon looked at the bottle curiously before setting it gently on the ground. She noted a few strange symbols on it.
“You got this from that weird zebra, didn't you?” asked Silver Spoon.
Gilda smirked and turned her head to look at the gray filly. “Yeah, I did. Looks like your little filly friend is gonna be a little colt friend now.”
“She's not...” she started to correct Gilda, blushing when she saw the potion had worked almost instantly on Diamond Tiara. “Oh, well then, I guess HE,” Silver Spoon corrected. “He's not my friend at all. Just some jerk who thinks he can bully others.”
Gilda bent down a little, pressing the pink filly harder into the ground. “Not for much longer,” came Gilda's reply; she dragged the filly roughly along the ground, positioning her rump over the now little colt's head. She sat down hard, pressing and rubbing her slit on Diamond's face. “Hey, greybutt!” Gilda called to Silver Spoon. “You can join in to teach this brat a lesson.”
Silver Spoon didn't even hesitate as she trotted over to the squirming colt underneath the gryphoness. “Is she... I mean he ok? Can he breathe under there?” she asked curiously. “And my name is Silver Spoon.”
“Does it matter if he can or not?” Gilda replied, squirming and rubbing her dripping pussy on Diamond's face. Silver Spoon thought on that for a few seconds, watching the gryphoness as she pleasured herself with the colt.
“I guess not.”
Gilda smiled a little bit. “That'a girl. Lemme guess, this dweeb's been pretending be your friend?”
Silver Spoon shook her head at that question. “No, other way around. I pretended so she wouldn't make fun of ME,” she explained, eyes drifting to Diamonds new sheath and balls. If I remember right, Miss Cheerilee said colts got a weakness in their colt parts. She slowly lifted a hoof once she was close enough to the colt and gave a strike to one of the testicles. The pink filly jumped from the touch, her snout pressing hard against Gilda's slit. Gilda cried out in pleasure, pressing down harder with little care to the colt's safety.
“Whatever you did, squirt, keep it up and I'll keep you off the menu!”
She was happy and somewhat intrigued. Silver Spoon realized that what Cheerilee had told her was completely true. She grew a devilish grin and hit him again. Diamond Tiara cried out, muffled, into Gilda's dripping wet pussy; juices dripped down his throat.
“That's for being a bully!”
The colt squirmed more as Silver Spoon hit him again and Gilda gave pleasured cries.
“That's for being a jerk to my friends when we first met!”
Another strike.
“That's for... for being a bitch!”
A fifth strike, this one the hardest of all of them.
“And that's for RUINING MY BIRTHDAY PARTY BY CHASING EVERYPONY OFF!”
Gilda's wings flared out quite wide, the snout shoved into her pussy bringing her just to climax. She didn’t hold back at all, letting her strong orgasm wash over her body. Her passage clamped hard against the colt's snout a few times, a muffled snap sound coming as a few of his teeth broke. Gilda leaned forward and let the last of her femcum splatter all over Diamond's face, panting a little. “Mmmm that was good..., feeling better graybu- I mean Silver Spoon?” asked the panting gryphoness.
The gray filly nodded a few times, breathing hard herself. “I.. feel so... so...” She struggled with what she wanted to say.
“Free?” suggested Gilda.
Another nod from Silver Spoon was the response. “Y-yeah, I always had to watch what I said around her, who I hung out with... she was really controlling.”
Gilda smiled wide, placing a claw over the colt to hold him down. “Well, guess who's in control now?” She pointed at the colt and his throbbing cock. “Ha, look, the dweeb got a hard on from me riding his face.” She kept a good look on Silver Spoon, watching her reactions. A blush, a small twitch in Silver Spoon's body; Gilda knew. “So you've had the talk huh? Bet you've played around too, am I right?”
“Don't tell Dia-” Silver Spoon started to blurt out in embarrassment, stopping herself when she realized Diamond Tiara wasn't in a position to do anything to her. She blushed some and hesitated before confidently responding, “I sucked off Truffle Shuffle a few times behind the school, so what? I wasn't supposed to unless Diamond Tiara said it was ok.”
Gilda tapped her beak with her other free claw. “Something tells me the first cock you sucked wasn't your choice either, was it?” She wasn't surprised when the filly shook her head. “And who was it that made you do it?” Silver Spoon stared at the ground as she remembered, glaring at a rock.
“It was Diamond Tiara. She held the colt down and told me to suck him off. I didn't want to because he was my friend. She said if I didn’t, she’d tell my parents she caught me doing stuff with him.”
Slowly a predatory grin grew on Gilda's face; she reached out a claw to grab Silver Spoon and drag her over next to Diamond Tiara. “This is kinda the same situation, but...” Gilda started, pausing to let the little filly work through her words. Suddenly, Silver Spoon looked up at the older gryphoness and gasped, her evil grin returning.
“But he's NOT my friend.”
Gilda shook her head, mimicking the grin. “You know, this little brat told you to do things and made you do things and bossed you around,” Gilda said. “Maybe it's about time you took what YOU wanted from him.”
Silver Spoon nodded and got into position. “You're right! Hey Diamond!” she called out. Gilda loosened her grip on the colt to let him speak.
“Stop this right now! You're my friend!”
Silver Spoon just shook her head. “Friend? After everything you forced me to do?”
Diamond Tiara let out a whimper. “I didn't for-”
Silver Spoon interrupted what the pink colt was saying. “And don't say it wasn't force! I did those things to keep you from bullying me! You think I wanted to do those things to my friends? I'm sick and tired of doing what you want, it's time to do what I want! And what I want,” she continued, her voice taking on a sultry, evil tone, “is to treat you how you made me treat my best friend behind the school house.”
Gilda stepped a few paces back, holding the colt down by his shoulders. She wanted Diamond to watch as his supposed friend took what she wanted from him. “Lemme go! You have to do what I say! My dad's Filthy Rich!”
Silver Spoon just laughed and shook her head. “I don't care how loaded your dad is,” came the joked response before she slipped her mouth onto the tip of Diamond's cock. Silver Spoon suckled a little before sliding her mouth off, licking her lips. “Tasty, but not quite as tasty as what I REALLY want.”
Silver Spoon bent back down, ignoring Diamond's protests. She gave a small, gentle, almost loving kiss to the head of the dripping, throbbing cock. Diamond let out a throaty moan and gave a small thrust into the air. “What's the matter? Feel good?” Silver teases before bending lower, very slowly dragging her tongue up along the underside of the hard shaft. She paused and gave a small lick to the sensitive head, lifting a hoof to fondle at the balls. “I'm sorry I kicked you,” she said, lying through her teeth. “But I'll make it feel ALL better.”
Without another word, Silver Spoon opened her mouth again, taking the tip and a few good inches of the throbbing cock into her warm, moist, inviting mouth. She applied a little bit of pressure to the musky flesh with her tongue, tasting it. She ran her tongue in a circle around the cock, letting her tongue slip out of her mouth a few times. Diamond Tiara's face was plastered with a deep blush, his mouth half open in a mix of pleasure and disgust. He didn't really like what his so called friend was doing, yet it felt too good for him to keep fighting. A few more inches of her cock slipped into Silver Spoon's mouth; the tip lightly brushed against the back of her throat. The feeling caused a drop of pre to drip out and land on the back of Silver Spoon's tongue.
Silver Spoon didn't hesitate in swallowing down the bit of pre, pulling back just enough to rest the tip at about the center of her tongue. She undulated her tongue a few times, teasing out more and more pre to gulp down. Diamond Tiara moaned loudly and gave a couple of thrusts.
“Silver Spoon... stop this!” he whined, a twinge of arousal mixed in his voice.
Silver Spoon kept up the licking and gave a muffled laugh. Her eyes shifted to watch Diamond's face; his face was a mix of emotions. His face was twisted in a mix of pleasure and revulsion. While Silver Spoon still watched the colts face, she quickly slid her mouth back down until the tip brushed the back of her throat again. This time she swallowed, taking the tip into her tight throat.
Diamond Tiara cried out loudly in pleasure, the expression on his face changing more to reflect pleasure. His cock throbbed and dripped pre down into the tight throat; despite what he felt about what was happening, his body responded positively to the physical stimulation. Silver Spoon slowly lifted her head back up from Diamond's crotch and let the tip of his cock slip out of her mouth. Diamond whimpered loudly; his hard cock throbbed as it stood proud in the air with a drop of pre on the tip. He panted, opened his eyes, and glared at Silver Spoon.
“If you're gonna suck me off, get to it and stop teasing me!”
Silver Spoon licked her lips and shook her head. “Why should I want to do what YOU want? I'm taking what I want, how I want it. Now stop complaining and enjoy it, since it’s obvious by the expression on your face you like my teasing.”
With those words she returned to the slow licking and sucking, the cock tip held just at the back of her throat. She bobbed her head and curled her tongue around the flesh sensually, teasingly, and agonizingly slow. Every time Diamond would start thrusting harder and tried to increase his pleasure, Silver Spoon would slow down her sucking. A few times she let the cock completely slide from her mouth to throb in need.
Three hours passed at that pace. Diamond Tiara's defiance had melted into whining and begging for release after only an hour and a half, but Silver Spoon wasn't going to stop until she was satisfied.
“Please... S-Silver S-Sp-Spoon...” begged Diamond Tiara. “Please! You've edged me f-for hours.”
Silver Spoon slid her mouth of the cock again and licked her lips. The longer and slower she went, the tastier that pre seemed to be. “Awwww what's wrong? The little blank flank wants his release?” Silver said in a demeaning tone.
Diamond had a confused look on his face. “B-blank...?”
Silver nodded. “That's what you made me say to my friend when you made me suck him off, remember? So do you wanna cum?” she continued with a more mocking tone. “All you have to do is say the magic words.” Silver lifted a hoof and slowly teased at the sensitive tip of Diamond's cock. Her efforts were rewarded with a groan from the colt and her hoof covered in his pre.
“W-what do y-you want me to say?” came the colt's reply.
Silver Spoon stood up and walked over to the colt's head. “Oh nothing TOO hard for you to say. I want you to say...” She leaned down to whisper in his ear. Diamond gulped and blushed as Silver stood back up. “That's all you need to say.”
Diamond pinned her ears down in defeat and nodded a couple of times. "F-fine..." he started to sob. "Silver, I'm sorry I was such a bossy..." he stopped to sob some more.
"Finish it!"
"I'm sorry I was such a bossy little pony-"
"Filly! Say Filly!"
"...Filly who thought I was all that. You were so much better than me, and you deserve a tummy full of sperm and..." Silver Spoon slapped her with her hoof. "Cum! Its cum. Not the time to get classy little filly."
"You deserve to have a tummy full of cum. MY cum. Whether I want to give it to you or not."
Silver Spoon patted Diamond's head a couple of times, a condescending smile on her face. “Good boy, you've earned what you want.” She quickly returned to the colt's cock and slid it into her mouth. This time she forced more of the cock down her tight throat and kept going, taking the cock down past the medial ring. She pushed more and more until finally, her snout bumped against the edge of the sheath. There was a brief pause as her throat massaged the cock, rippling around it with each small swallow, before she started to bob her head as fast as she could.
Diamond Tiara was caught off guard.He vocalized the sudden pleasure with a mix of moans, groans, and squeals of pleasure. He started to thrust into Silver Spoon's mouth as more and more pre dripped and slicked his cock to make Silver's thrusts even easier. Silver Spoon listened to the lewd slurping sounds she was making; she was pleased with herself. Without warning, Diamond Tiara let out a loud squeal of pleasure.
“Nnngh... s-stop, I'm gonna...”
Silver Spoon heard the colt's voice, not slowing her pace but taking the tip out of her throat. She fondled at Diamond's balls as she slurped and suckled on the sensitive cock tip even harder, reveling in the pleasured moans and squeals Diamond Tiara made. Suddenly there was a loud scream of pleasure; Silver Spoon felt the tip flare in her mouth followed by spurts of caviar tasting cum hitting her tongue. Despite the delicious taste, Silver Spoon kept herself from swallowing any and let it build up in her mouth.
Gilda watched the pair's oral escapade with only mild interest the whole time; it was Silver Spoon who was in charge, not her. She was only there to keep Diamond Tiara from getting away. Gilda began to show more interest when the little filly pulled her mouth off the still flared tip. What caught her attention was the bulging cheeks. She's not gonna swallow? Spitters are quitters. Those thoughts were brushed aside, though, when Silver Spoon stood up and walked up to Diamond's head again. She bent down and roughly pressed her lips to Diamond's. With the afterglow of his release, it was easy for Silver Spoon to force the filly into a deep kiss. Her tongue forced Diamond's own cum into his mouth as they French kissed, snowballing the colt's load.
After a few seconds Silver Spoon broke the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting the pair's mouths. Silver smiled wide as she watched Diamond swallow his pride and his own load. “Liked that? Truffle Shuffle loves it when we snowball after I get a load of his cum.” Before she could get an answer, Silver Spoon felt a claw on her head; she looked up to see Gilda with a smile on her face.
“You feel better, now?” Gilda asked.
Silver Spoon gave a nod as she stood up. “Much,” she replied with a wide grin on her face.
“Well, you can run along now since you're feeling better,” the gryphoness said, seeing the filly's questioning eyes. “Don't you worry, I'll make sure he won't bully you any more.” Silver Spoon nodded and waved to Gilda as she trotted happily away. Gilda glanced down when Diamond Tiara started to squirm about, trying to get out of her grip.
“Oh no, I'm not through with you yet,” said Gilda, tightening her grip on the colt. “By the time I'm done with you, nopony will be able to recognize you, you little shitstain.”
Still keeping a tight grip on the colt using her back paws, Gilda reached down with a claw and roughly grabbed at Diamond's balls. She gave them a hard squeeze, enjoying the pained cry of the colt below her.
“Please stop! You've made your point, I won't bully anypony ever again!” begged Diamond Tiara. His outburst was rewarded with a tighter squeeze.
“Oh, I've been asked to make sure you won't.”
Diamond pushed against Gilda when she felt a small tongue lapping at his length.
“Hey, stop! You know I can't do anything for awhile!” he complained. “Wait... h-how is it still hard?”
Gilda laughed darkly. “The potion you drank was laced with an aphrodisiac to keep you hard.” She gave another few licks, pulled back and made a fake disgusted face. “Bleh, your cum tastes like caviar. Snooty, snobby, and a taste to go with it,” she mocked.
Gilda bent back down and took the still hard cock into her mouth. Diamond Tiara was confused. If this was supposed to keep him from bullying, why was he getting treated to something that felt good? A few more inches of his cock slipped into that mouth until finally, Gilda's beak bumped against the sheath. She gave a few more licks, then stared into Diamond's eyes with a predatory glare. Diamond Tiara stared back, a pit of dread formed in his stomach. He didn't like Gilda's look at all. Before he could vocalize a protest, though, Diamond closed his eyes and grit his teeth in pain.
“Ow ow ow! W-what are you doing? That hurts!”
What Gilda was doing was very slowly closing her beak around the cock in her mouth. As the pressure built from that closing, the sharp beak began to cut into the sensitive flesh; some blood trickled out and onto Gilda's beak. Diamond snapped his eyes open as he screamed in pain. A few more seconds, more pain. Gilda increased the pressure, tasting the coppery blood mixing with the musky, caviar taste of the colt's cock. Finally, her two halves of her beak met, the cock held in place. Gilda jerked back, a wet tearing and ripping sound filling the mostly noiseless clearing.
Diamond Tiara screamed bloody murder when Gilda jerked back, more tears formed in his eyes. He looked down his body and to his crotch, wide eyed and in fear. He could see where his cock should be and, blinking back a few tears, was almost able to see the bloody stump hidden by his sheath. Whimpering, he shook his head and pleaded for the torture to stop.
“Pl-please! I p-promise to n-never bully again! Please stop! It hurts!”
Gilda just gave a hard swallow, the lump that was his cock sliding downward and disappearing from her neck. Diamond was about to continue pleading when she let out a high pitched squeal, writhing on the ground. Gilda tightened her grip on the colt's balls, effectively silencing his protests.
“It hurts, huh? Like all the ponies you bullied?” she growled out. “Did YOU stop when THEY asked for mercy? I bet you didn't.”
Another squeeze, even harder.
“Nnnngh Stop!”
Gilda shook her head and squeezed even harder. “No matter how much you beg and plead, I'm not going to stop.” To Diamond Tiara, it felt like his balls were in a tight vice grip, and it was only getting tighter. Suddenly there was a loud shriek of pain from the colt, tears streaming down his face as he breathed hard.
“Whoops, guess I squeezed too tight, I think your balls popped.” Gilda slowly opened her claw and stared down at the sack, nodding at the flattened look. “Oh well, it's not like you were gonna get to use those again anyway,” she started, giving a small purr when her stomach rumbled a little. The bit of flesh she had swallowed down, the colt's cock, set something off in her predatory nature.
Diamond Tiara was in a world of pain. His cock and been bitten off and his balls smashed. His body was shuddering and his breathing hard as he shut his eyes.
“This is just a dream... this isn't really happening. Yeah, just a bad, bad horrible nightmare...”
His whimpered sobs cut off when he felt something grab one of her back legs. He blinked and stared down at his leg and the claws around it. He watched wide-eyed as the claws shifted and put some pressure on the leg. What followed was a loud shriek of pain which almost masked an audible snap sound; one of his bones broke. Diamond wasn't given a single moment to recover, though; Gilda reached over to the other leg and snapped that one as well.
“There we go, now you won't get away,” Gilda purred out. She licked her beak clean of blood and released her strong grip on Diamond Tiara. Despite the colt's back legs being broken and the immense pain he was in, he still attempted to crawl away from the large predator. Gilda clicked her tongue and wrapped her claws on both his front legs. “Still trying to get away from me? I'll make certain you can't.” She twisted her claws and the legs in her grip, loving the sweet sound of snapping bones and screaming filly. Diamond Tiara stopped her fighting for the time being, whimpering loudly at the pain coming from her broken limbs.
Gilda leaned down and gave Diamond's ear a small, slow lick, gently whispering in her ear. “You never should have been a bully,” she said before she took the ear into her beak. A quick snap and her beak closed, more than half of the ear severed and gulped down. “You're rather tasty, you know that?”
Diamond Tiara hesitated to answer; Gilda flared her wings and roared at him. “No answer!?” She lifted a claw and backhanded Diamond Tiara, knocking a few more teeth loose. Diamond whimpered loudly and shook his head, writhing underneath the gryphoness in pain. Gilda moved a claw down and ran a sharp talon along the colt's cutie mark, hard enough to draw blood. Diamond shut his eyes tight and grit his teeth, finally answering.
“Hurts! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! I won't bully ever again! Never ever! I'll even Pinkie Pie Swear!” Gilda just laughed loudly.
"A Pinkie Pie swear? I doubt you'll need that.”
Slowly she stood back up and began circling around the colt, licking her lips. She stared at him much like a predator might stare at her prey. Diamond stared into Gilda's cold, uncaring eyes and gulped hard. It was at that point he started to think perhaps the gryphoness had other thoughts than just stopping him from being a bully.
“W-why are you looking at me like that?”
Gilda didn't respond with words, only actions. She pounced on the colt and caught one of his legs between her claws again. She held it steady as she bent down, then ran her tongue on Diamond's leg. She opened her beak wide and struck, biting into the flesh of the leg. Diamond screeched in pain and squirmed, listening to the ripping and tearing of his meat when Gilda pulled back, a chunk of his leg dangling from her mouth. She snapped her neck forward a couple of times, gulping down the bit of meat. She purred loudly and swished her tail back and forth. “So tasty...”
The sound of another bite to his leg was nearly drowned out by another scream, the colt forced to listen and feel as his legs were ripped apart. Gilda reached down and grabbed ahold of the leg she was eating and gave a hard tug. Diamond shut his eyes again, grit his teeth, then let out a groan that quickly turned into a shriek of pain. There was a sickening sound of bone snapping and popping and flesh tearing, his leg pulled out from its socket. Gilda nonchalantly tossed the severed limb to the side, licking her beak clean again.
Diamond Tiara kept his eyes closed, still mumbling and whimpering to himself that the entire thing was just a very bad dream to teach him a lesson about bullying.
“L-LUNA!” he cried out. “I-I've learned my lesson! Please let me wake up!”
His pleading cries cut off abruptly when he felt a poke at his belly.
“This is no dream, you stupid colt. Haven't you figured that out yet?” The pressure underneath the point of the talon poking into his belly got stronger which caused the colt to squirm about. Before he could register what was happening, he let out a shrill shriek as a fiery pain shot up along his belly. He glanced down and nearly fainted, seeing his belly sliced open from his crotch up to his neck and his organs spilled out.
Up until that point, Diamond had been convincing himself that none of what was happening was real. When he felt the claw slice into her, those thoughts were the furthest thing on his mind. The colt's breathing increased in pace; he started to panic.
Diamond looked up and saw the cold eyes staring at him. With that gaze he knew, there would be no reasoning with her. With a loud, predatory growl the gryphoness pounced on Diamond Tiara again, pushing her beak into the cut she had made; messily, Gilda pulled out a length of intestine. She licked over the length a few times and savored the taste. After a brief taste test, she slurped it up like a noodle. Once that was gulped down, Gilda shoved her beak back in and nipped at a few of the colt’s offal, making quick work of his liver and kidneys.
Diamond could feel each bite and each tug on his flesh, the colt screaming until finally his voice finally gave out. Gilda was a little disappointed when the screams stopped; she paused briefly to look up and see if her prey had passed out. Luckily for her, he was still alive and very much aware of what was going on. Gilda grabbed either side of the long slit up Diamond’s belly and tugged it apart hard; she heard a few ribs breaking. She leaned back down and bit at the colt’s stomach. She tugged hard and yanked the organ out, letting it dangle from her beak. Three strong snaps of her neck, a loud gulp, and even that organ disappeared down her throat. She looked down at the heavily wounded colt, stared at his face and eyes. From what Gilda saw, the pink earth colt wouldn't be awake much longer.
The next bite Gilda took when she shoved her beak back into the colt's warm body cut into one of Diamond Tiara's lungs, which made it almost impossible for him to keep breathing effectively. She shoved in deeper and rooted around, beak finally pushing against the little colt's heart. She opened her beak wide, slipped it around the slowly beating heart, and applied a little bit of pressure. She felt each slow beat before crunching down hard, a wet splat sound following. Slowly, the colt's movements stopped and his body went limp, his eyes glazing over and his tongue hanging out of his open mouth..
Gilda finished up her colt snack quickly after Diamond passed out, reducing the former bully to a small pile of bones in a matter of minutes, save for the head. That she broke off and stuffed into a bag.
“There, that'll prove that the job those dweebs hired me for was finished,” she said out loud to nopony in particular. She turned and padded away from the mostly empty clearing. She took a couple of steps before letting out a loud belch, running a claw over her bulging, gurgling belly. She licked her beak clean and continued on her way, leaving only the pile of bones in the clearing.
The End?
Time to Pay the Piper
Gilda made her way from the clearing and back towards Sweet Apple Acres. Her destination was the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ clubhouse, so she took her time to walk instead of flying. She enjoyed her belly's gurgles and growls as her body quickly worked over what was left of her snack. Being a predator, she would digest a colt the size of Diamond in a short amount of time.
Gilda took longer to get back to the clubhouse than she had to get to the field, due mostly to her getting lost. She didn't really know her way around when flying, even less so when she was walking. By the time she arrived, Celestia was already starting to lower the sun. She climbed up into the tree and slammed open the door, strolling in like she didn't have a care in the world. Before doing anything else, she slammed the door shut, using her tail to lock the door.
“Where've you been? It shouldn't have taken THAT much time to scare Diamond Tiara!” accused Apple Bloom. Gilda's stomach grumbled softly. She held up a talon, lifted her tail, and let out a rancid fart.
“Now, you were saying?”
The trio each brought a hoof up to their noses, Scootaloo groaning the loudest. “Geeze!” the orange filly complained. “Couldn't you at least do that outside?” Gilda just shook her head.
“I'm back now, I did what you wanted, now I want my pay.”
Scootaloo blinked and realized a fatal flaw in their plan. She motioned for the other two to have a quick little huddle.
“Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom! We didn't tell her to bring back proof she had scared her!”
Apple Bloom sighed and shook her head a little. “Ah told y’all we shouldn't have rushed into this...”
The three broke the huddle and it was Apple Bloom that spoke up first. “You say you did what we wanted but-”
Her words cut off when another loud fart came from the gryphoness.
“Ewwww... Anyhay, you SAID you did, but do you have any proof?”
Gilda grunted some and felt a pressure building in her gut. She grinned evilly and nodded. “Proof? You want proof? How's THIS for proof?” Gilda grabbed the bag she was carrying and dumped the contents onto the floor. Diamond's bloody head bounced a couple of times with a dull thump sound before rolling underneath the gryphoness' large butt. She squatted, pushed hard, and grunted. Her tail lifted up before she began to relieve herself of what was left of the former bully. There were a few strands of pink fur mixed in with the brown mush.
All three of the fillies that had hired Gilda were shocked when the head thumped to the floor; Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle fainted on the spot. Apple Bloom was the only one to not pass out, watching in horror at what Gilda was doing. She pointed at the head and pile of shit that was plopping onto it.
"Y-y-y-you... You were only supposed to SCARE HER! What did you DO!?” Apple Bloom started to panic, shaking her head. She pointed at the pile under the gryphoness again, a look of horror on her face.
Gilda let out one last grunt, her last bit of waste plopping on top of the pile. She stood up and swished her tail a couple of times, giving a shrug. “Sorry, one thing led to another and I felt something predatory snap in me. And-”
While Gilda explained herself, Apple Bloom was quickly poking and shoving at her two friends quickly to try and wake them up. She managed to get them both awake and pointed at the pile. “I told you I had a bad feeling about this!”
“-And since I did what you wanted, technically, you still owe me payment!”
Apple Bloom had a scowl on her face and pointed to the door. “Oh, NO!” she screamed at Gilda, her outstretched leg shaking from anger. “You're not getting anything because you didn't do what we wanted! You weren't supposed to KILL her! G-get out of here!”
Scootaloo, being the quickest of the three, zipped over to open the door. She pushed and tugged and grunted, giving a panicked look around. “The door's jammed shut!”
Gilda strolled forward, heading towards Sweetie Belle. Sweetie Belle cowered in fear, ears laid back, as the gryphoness approached her. She was scared enough that she didn't think to try and run. A claw wrapped around her neck and lifted her up; Gilda's other claw wrapped around Sweetie Belle's horn. A quick movement and there was a loud snap sound followed by a scream. Gilda mostly ignored the scream and tossed the broken horn across the room.
“You're gonna pay me whether you want to or not,” Gilda threatened, pulling out a potion bottle.
She drank down the bitter tasting liquid and shivered.
“I'm getting my pound of flesh. And this potion I swiped from Zecora is going to help.” Very slowly, Gilda yawned wide, wider than she should have been able to. “Well, that worked quicker than I expected,” she commented, looking at the unicorn she was holding. “Guess I'll start with you.”
What followed almost caused Scootaloo and Apple Bloom to pass out in shock. They watched as Gilda shoved the unicorn filly face first into her wide opened maw, easily taking her inside. Her cheeks were comically bulged out, a few wiggles could be seen. Apple Bloom pointed and stammered.
“T-that... that's... Stretch potion!” She quickly joined Scootaloo by the door, trying to figure out why it wouldn't open. There was a very loud gulp sound, drawing the attention of the two fillies.
The fillies turned both their heads to look at where the noise was coming from at the same time. They were greeted with the sight of the squirming, wiggling bulges in Gilda's cheeks sinking lower and bulging out her neck. Thanks to the potion she had downed, Gilda found it rather easy to swallow her new filly snack. Gilda's neck bulged out as the lump Sweetie Belle made traveled downward. Gilda let out a sigh when she felt the bulge settle down into her stomach, her belly bulged out a little.
Despite the weight of the filly she had swallowed down whole, she quickly pounced on the earth pony and pegasus fillies, pinning both of them down to the floor. Gilda opened her mouth wide and let out a predatory roar before licking her beak.
“Now then, my little snacks,” she said with a snicker. “Which one gets shoved in first? The little apple pony or the flightless little pegasus?”
Gilda paused and watched as both fillies looked at each other. She could tell they were both working out how to try and convince her to eat one and spare the other. Gilda only lifted both fillies up, resting her weight on Sweetie Belle's bulge.
“Trick question, you're both going in the same time!”
She opened her mouth impossibly wide. Gilda wasted no time playing with the two, as this was payment and not some fun thing for her. She gave a very powerful gulp, feeling the large bulge slipping from her mouth and into her throat. Slowly Gilda laid down on her side, letting gravity assist with her eating.
Soon, all three of the fillies were inside Gilda's stretched, squirming gut. She ran a claw over the rounded dome of her belly, letting out a purr of satisfaction.
“It's been a LOOOOOOONG time since I've been able to eat any of you ponies; can't believe I let a stupid thing with Rainbow Dash change me.” Gilda huffed once and put on a mocking tone, imitating Rainbow's voice, rather poorly. “Oh Gilda! Ponies are friends, not food! If you're gonna go out with me you gotta stop eating ponies!”
The three fillies inside of Gilda weren't interested with the gryphoness' history with Rainbow Dash, save for Scootaloo, but they had more pressing matters than to listen to Gilda tell, what was to them, her life story. Apple Bloom once again took the leadership role.
“Girls, we gotta get out of here! I know it would be hopeful thinking that Gilda's gonna let us out, but I'm afraid that's a bit too hopeful.”
Sweetie Belle agreed and, despite the fact most of her horn was broken off, she attempted a small teleport spell. Her thinking was if she could get out, maybe with the other two still inside Gilda would be too heavy to chase after her. But with the majority of her horn missing, the most she was able to do was use her magic to light up the darkness.
“I... I can't cast any spells...” Sweetie said with sadness in her voice.
Apple Bloom, the strongest of the three, was unfortunately trapped between Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, her strength quite useless in her position. Apple Bloom poked at Scootaloo, nudging the pegasus to make her speak up.
“H-hey, you know, our sisters will be wondering where we've run off too,” she started, her words getting cut off by a loud gurgle sound.
“What's that? I don't pay attention to my meals after I've eaten them.” Gilda grinned wide, claws idly rubbing over her bulging, squirming belly. “Of course, by the time anypony would think to even look for you three, it wouldn't matter. Now, if you'll excuse me,” she continued, looking out a window to see darkness had fallen, “I think it's about time for a quick nap ‘til morning.” Gilda drifted off into a food induced nap, much to the dismay of the three fillies. All three of them squirmed and yelled loudly for a good ten minutes before quieting down, listening to the sound of the gryphoness' snores as she slept.
The night passed uneventful, the trio bored out of their little minds. A few times, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo managed to drift off to sleep as well, though it was Sweetie Belle that had trouble getting comfortable. No matter which way she turned and pushed, there was a slight burning pain along her back. She thought it was just because she was in a weird position, but as the night wore on she found the burning and itching getting stronger. It was also humid and wet all around them.
Once morning broke and Celestia had raised the sun again, Gilda rolled over and scratched at her belly. She poked at the lumps, grinning when each one yelped awake.
“Survived the night, huh?” Gilda asked, giving a stretch. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo began to feel that burning and itching all over their bodies. Sweetie, though, started to complain.
“How did you two even sleep last night!?” she asked loudly. “I couldn't get comfy, and I've been itchy all over!”
“Why is it so itchy in here?”
Now that Gilda was awake, her stomach kicked into overdrive. The tight, wet stomach clenched and kneaded at the trio trapped inside. The light itching and burning feelings quickly got stronger which caused all three ponies to squirm and writhe around. Sweetie Belle, who had endured the night pressed into a pool of stomach acid, screamed the loudest when patches of her skin burned off. She writhed about under her two friends, kicking and pushing against the wet stomach walls in a futile attempt to escape. She felt a stinging in one of her eyes as well.
Apple Bloom was the next to scream and writhe about, followed shortly after by Scootaloo. The two also felt strong, burning and itching pain as the acids were worked into their fur and skin, which quickly gave way to a feeling of numbness.
Sweetie Belle was curious, and wanted to see if the trio were all fine. She lit her horn stub enough to cast some light and found it was difficult to see. She tried to get a good look at the three but…
"Why is to so hard for me to see?”
From what she could see, there were spots of fur missing on all three of them, as well as red, raw patches of burned skin!
“Ah! Your fur's falling out!” screamed Sweetie Belle.
Apple Bloom and Scootaloo both looked over each other and confirmed what Sweetie said. They were mostly devoid of any of their fur or manes by this point, and there were red, raw patches on their skin.. The two glanced over to the unicorn filly and gasped in shock at what they saw. In many places, Sweetie's fur was completely missing, and patches of her skin were red and raw. Apple Bloom looked back at Scootaloo and pointed. Her wings were bare of feathers and it almost looked like...
“Scootaloo! Y-your wings! I-I think they're just bones!” Apple Bloom yelled out, her voice cracking a little. She twitched an ear; something seemed off to her. Apple Bloom shook her head, brought her hooves up near an ear and clopped them together once. She heard nothing.
“AH! I can't hear out of one of my ears!”
There was a loud gurgle around them and the stomach walls squeezed against them harder. Scootaloo glanced down and gasped, seeing multiple spots on Sweetie Belle's body eaten away, some of her bones showing through in spots. Scoots was the one that saw why Sweetie couldn't see well.
Half of Sweetie Belle’s face was missing, the bones underneath quite visible and bleached white. An ear was missing and one of her eyes was dissolved, the socket empty. All three fillies looked at each other, their bodies in various states of digestion and, despite no longer feeling anything due to their nerves being burned off, screamed loudly and thrashed about.
Gilda scowled and poked hard at the lumps the three fillies made in her belly. Sweetie's lump squished the most. “Will you three SHUT up!?” Gilda screamed. “Just digest already!” The fillies finally realized that Gilda wasn't going to let them out.
“This isn't-!” Scootaloo started to scream out, her words choked out of her when the stomach walls clamped hard around the trio again. Loud glorps and gurgles surrounded the trio as the stomach worked over them. Sweetie Belle was getting tired, too tired to continue fighting. The acid fumes were starting to burn in her nose and her lungs, making it almost impossible for her to keep breathing.
Apple Bloom, being an earth pony and slightly more resilient than Sweetie Belle, was still kicking. She was kicking against the stomach walls, trying to make Gilda let them out. She opened her mouth to yell for help when the stomach shifted and squeezed, forcing some of the acid into Apple Bloom's mouth and down her throat. There was a brief bit of agonizing pain that started out as a gurgled scream followed by the sound of nothing as her throat and vocal cords were burned away.
Scootaloo wasn't faring much better. By this time, her wings were almost completely stripped of feathers and flesh; her mane, fur, and tail were all burned away, and bones were starting to show through in places. She, too, pushed against the stomach walls, still trying to fight for escape.
Gilda just laid there sprawled out on the clubhouse floor, listening to the glorps and gurgles that her stomach was making mixed with the various screams from the fillies.The stomach walls pushed back against the three fighting fillies; it clenched, kneaded, and worked the acids into the three snacks Gilda had swallowed whole. She opened her mouth in a yawn and scratched her full, round belly. Gilda let out a rather loud, long belch; the lumps that were the fillies became more defined as the stomach walls hugged tighter against them.
It was easy to make out each of the three ponies inside, their faces pressed against the stomach walls. There was another gurgle, a surprised cry from Scootaloo, and the sound of bones snapping as the stomach squeezed and churned even harder. Scootaloo’s wings snapped in multiple places, Apple Bloom’s ribs broke, and Sweetie Belle’s legs fractured.
With the tight squeezing making it difficult to say anything, the only sounds the digesting fillies made were groans and gurgles as the stomach worked them over.
A couple more hours passed; the bulges in Gilda's tightly stretched belly looked to be getting smaller and less defined. She poked at one of the lower lumps and felt it give and squish, but there was no squirm and no sound that came from it. “Hmmm, guess the little white one didn't last too long, oh well,” she chuckled, rolling over to take another nap.
When she woke up about 6 hours later, Gilda’s stomach looked more like she was pregnant and less like she had devoured a few tasty ponies. She yawned and stretched while she stood up.
“Ah, what a nice little nap, wouldn’t you say my little snacks?” she asked with a dark chuckle. Slowly she padded over to the door of the clubhouse. She slammed a claw against it and forced it open, no longer needing it to be stuck shut. The sun was high in the sky at that point and Gilda quite liked the feeling of the warmth on her slowly shrinking belly. There were still a few soft gurgles from her stomach as she walked away from the clubhouse. “Guess I’m gonna have to let you three out eventually. The question is where?”
Gilda snuck her way onto Sweet Apple Acres with an idea of where she was going to let the fillies out. She had seen the location a few times when she had flown over the farm during her travels. Lucky for her, the rest of the Apple family was in town, selling their wares for the day.
Gilda glanced around to check and made sure there weren't any ponies around watching. While she was looking, she noticed a few large barrels in the back of one of the barns. She wandered over, curious. Each barrel labeled with Rainbow Dash’s name. She used a claw to cut out a hole and sniffed the contents. “Heh, must be Rainbow’s stash of cider.” Gilda smirked some, feeling a pressure in her bladder. She worked quickly, found a small funnel, then shoved the funnel into the hole she had cut. She climbed up and positioned her slit over the funnel and relaxed her muscles.
With a loud sigh of relief, she felt a stream of piss start to trickle out at first, the stream quickly getting harder. She listened to the stream as it splashed on the funnel and the gurgle of the liquid as it was funneled into the barrel. “Rainbow’ll have a nice little surprise when she picks up her cider,” she chuckled, remembering the blue mare’s affinity for the stuff. “That’s what she gets for being a jerk friend when I was visiting.”
Once finished, Gilda wandered behind the barn and finally found what she was looking for. What she was searching for was a large fenced area just behind the barn; it was the compost and manure pens, where the fertilizer was held until it could be spread over the crops. With the way it was set up, Gilda jumped to the roof and squatted over the edge, positioned right above the pen. She lifted her tail and began to push, brown chunks of waste sliding out of her stretched hole. The first few slipped out easily, landing on the pile with a loud splat sound. The next push was slightly harder, the log was quite large and flecked with bits of white fur. Another push, a loud fart, and the waste slid free, now mixed with bits of white and yellow fur. All of the shit plopped into the fertilizer pen, mixing with the stuff that was already in there.
Gilda felt her stomach cramp up hard and felt an ominous gurgle. She gripped onto the roof hard and let out a loud grunt of pain. She pushed harder and harder, forcing out a very loud, smelly fart that almost echoed over the mostly empty farm. Gilda let out a loud sigh of relief when she felt the last log of shit push out and break off, landing on the pile below her with a loud sounding splat sound. She panted hard from the exertion, doing a backflip off the roof and landing next to the manure pen.
“So what was it your little club did? Look for cutie marks, right?” teased Gilda, clicking her beak a couple of times. “Well, I guess you don't need to look any more, right? Cause it looks like your special talent is gonna be fertilizer.” She then took off to head back to the Gryphon Kingdom, leaving behind what was left of her four snacks in Ponyville.
Author's Note
Silver Spoon ended up in an open relationship with Truffle Shuffle, who understood her concerns about being held back and forced to do things against her will. Their sex life, as a result, is amazing.
The manure that Applejack used, containing the leftovers of the three missing fillies, ended up causing three of the trees to produce oddly colored apples. One made white apples with cotton candy colored leaves, one made yellow apples with red leaves, and the third made purple apples with orange leaves.
