Another Point of View

The griffon officer’s fears proved to be true; with no orders but to prepare to abandon the city at first light, the entire griffon army began a merciless campaign of looting the devastated city.

As the hundreds and hundreds of griffons moved through the city, no building was safe from their destruction. Store windows were smashed and doors were broken down as everything of value was taken as spoils of war. As soon as there was nothing worth taking left, the griffons would torch the building and cheer as the fires spread, and soon almost half the city was ablaze.

With almost all the stores now empty and on fire, the griffons shifted their focus to the entertainment district. The grand music hall was immediately ransacked, but as the looters found nothing of value they began to simply begin smashing everything in sight. Musicians across Equestria would weep at the loss of a collection of four hundred year old stringed instruments on display in the main lobby, one of them being the prized possession of a certain earth pony cellist…

Next to fall was the West Equestria Museum of Art. Hundreds of priceless paintings were torn to shreds, intricate statues were smashed, and relics that were hundreds of years old were thrown to the ground as if they were garbage. No amount of bits would ever be enough to repair the damages done by the griffons, and as before the building was set ablaze once everything of value was destroyed.

Hovering in the air viewing the destruction of the city below, one of the griffon commanders watched helplessly as the fire in the Museum of Art spread to the top floors. He winced as the growing flames blew out the windows on the second floor, and as the griffon soldiers cheered at the destruction the commander turned his head away. He was familiar with the layout of the museum and knew that the Marechelangelo collection was housed there, and as the flames reached their peak he shed a few tears as his favorite exhibit was burned to ashes.

Sauntering up behind his commander, a sergeant carelessly tossed a six hundred year old diamond necklace into his bag of loot and grinned at the destruction. “Guess I won’t be taking a vacation here any time soon, huh?” he laughed.

“No. I guess not.” Commander Wind sighed wearily.

Shrugging, the sergeant rushed off, eager to get his claws on the treasures that lay in wait in the next building that was to be looted. His commander, however, didn’t wish to see any more destruction and headed off to retire to his tent. “Morning cannot come soon enough.” he said to himself.

By the time morning did come, Los Pegasus was no more. Having left hours ago, Ray and his elite guard were nowhere to be found, but that was of little concern for the soldiers. Having brought only their weapons and bare-bone supplies, the griffons only had their loot and stolen treasures to bring home. As they were ordered, they finished packing and left the ruined city behind with no remorse. Only some of the commanding officers looked back at the city with regret and sadness, but they had their orders and they carried them out dutifully.

As the last few griffons departed the city, two griffon commanders hovered over the ruined city while overseeing the last few griffons depart. Both of them tried their hardest not to look at the once-glorious city or the destruction their highly trained soldiers had caused, but it was hard to avoid looking the only thing as far as the eye could see.

“So, this is a victory, huh?” one of them said, finally breaking the awkward silence.

The other commander nodded. “King Berg would have never allowed this to happen, even if it was to avenge his death.” he said.

“Best you not let Captain Ray hear you say that.” he warned, looking up as his last squads departed. “All of mine are out. I’ll see you back home for the victory parade.”

Commander Wind nodded, left alone to oversee the last griffon troops leave. It didn’t take long, and soon he was the only living creature left in the city. Taking one last look at the rubble below, his eyes fell once more on the smoldering remains of the art museum.

“If only I had been able to save just one piece.” he sighed heavily as his mind thought of his favorite piece of art; a relatively unknown marble statue of a pegasus, a unicorn, and an earth pony with bowed heads, standing around a pool of water. At the bottom of the water a faint design could be seen, and only when the water was perfectly still could the viewer make out Princess Luna’s cutie mark carved into the stone. He had seen it while touring the city as part of a delegation, and though he didn’t know why, the statue spoke the most to him out of all the pieces he’d seen. Not many others seemed to give the statue a second thought and moved on, but one certain pony did stay behind with him to look at it a while longer, her words still fresh in his mind.

“It’s my favorite, also.” Princess Celestia had told him.

As expected, the griffon army returned home to a hero’s welcome. Thousands of civilians cheered as the griffons flew overhead back to their barracks, and the next day every shop remained closed as every single griffon in the city turned out for the grand victory parade.

A deafening roar rose as the castle gates were opened and the soldiers began marching out into the streets. Taking up the entire street, the column of battle-hardened soldiers paraded through the city, each company led by their commanding officers. The highest ranking officers were seated alongside the dignitaries and politicians in the main square, and as the army marched by they saluted and applauded their heroes. The parade didn’t end until almost late afternoon, but the celebrations were far from over; countless parties and gatherings took place all across the city, every griffon high in spirits and wanting to celebrate their massive victory over those barbaric ponies.

With all the celebrations going on, not a single griffon realized that one important griffon was missing; Captain Ray. The new leader of the Griffon Kingdom was supposed to be leading the parade, as well as be officially crowned as King Ray, but the powerful griffon chose not to participate in the festivities. Instead, the magic-wielding griffon was shut in his bedchambers, pacing back and forth impatiently as he dwelled on his next move.

A knock at his door caught his attention. “Enter!” he commanded, not bothering to turn around.

The door creaked open and a female officer entered. “Sire.” she said, bowing with respect.

Finally turning, Ray saw that his newest lieutenant had arrived. “Ah, Lieutenant Windsheer, I see your new armor has been finished quicker than expected.”

The white griffon nodded, spreading her black-tipped wings and bowing again in gratitude. “Yes, thank you, your-”

Ray held up his talon to cut her off. “I do not have time nor need your gratitude. You know what is expected of you.”

“Of course.” Windsheer nodded. Despite being newly appointed to her rank, she knew perfectly well that Ray meant that failure of any task given to her was not an option, no matter what. Her predecessor, the late Lieutenant Talon, was slain in the attack on Los Pegasus, but while he was officially listed as Killed-In-Action, there were rumors that Ray’s bodyguards killed the lieutenant in his sleep the night before the final attack. However, there was no proof to support the claims, nor was any griffon willing to bother looking into the matter.

Motioning to her two subordinates, stood back as two griffon soldiers dragged a struggling pony into the room. “Sir, we did as you ordered and found a suitable ‘candidate’ for you.” Windsheer said, looking with disgust at the mare they had found.

Throwing the helpless pony in front of Ray, the mare looked up in horror and froze as she found herself in front of the most feared leader in all of Equestria. She felt a shiver shoot down her spine as Ray looked her over as if she was simply a piece of meat, and the words Windsheer spoke didn’t help her uneasy feeling.

“We found this one trying to make her way back into Los Pegasus just before our attack. As you commanded, we brought her back here without being seen.” Windsheer said, lifting up the pony’s tail. “I believe she fits your criteria?”

The helpless mare’s pink coat turned red as her marehood was exposed to her captors. She had heard rumors from her friends and neighbors that the griffons were notorious for their sexual appetites, but of course she blew it off as just rumors. However, now she found herself miles and miles from home, alone in the heart of enemy territory, exposed in front of their leader.

“What were you doing around Los Pegasus?” Ray inquired out of curiosity. “You’re far too young to be one of those guard ponies.”

Trembling slightly, the young mare managed to find her voice. “N-no, s-sir… I was l-l-looking for my parents and b-brother.” she stuttered in fear.

“Oh?” Ray said with an unusually calm tone. “Are they part of the Royal Guard?”

“M-my brother R-R-Red C-Canyon is.” she replied. “My… my parents d-d-didn’t want t-to ev-evacuate the city.”

“Is that so?” Ray said in amusement. “Well, let me tell you a little secret. They’re all dead. I had every last pony in that city killed before we left.”

Tears started to fall down the mare’s face as she shook her head in denial. “No! No! You couldn’t have. They’re still alive, they can’t be dead!”

Taking advantage of her lowered guard, Ray walked behind the crying mare and grabbed her tail yet again. Too upset to notice anything going on to her, the pony offered no resistance as Ray forcefully mounted her, only realizing what was going on once Ray began to insert his hardened cock into her unprepared pussy.

“Wha-! What are y-you… OW!” she cried out. “Stop! Stop it!”

The mare started to finally struggle but stopped when she felt Ray’s claw circle her throat and dig slightly into her vulnerable flesh. “Don’t move.” he hissed savagely into her ear.

The mare did as she told, freezing in fear while tears continued to fall down her face. She began to relax as she felt Ray’s grip loosen, but Ray took advantage of the moment and sunk the rest of his shaft into her body, ripping through her hymen like a spear through a piece of tissue paper. Her mouth hung agape in a silent scream for a few seconds, but she eventually found her voice and started crying out in pain and humiliation, begging for Ray to stop and take his penis out from her hurting body.

Ray held his cock deep inside of his victim, closing his eyes and enjoying the pony’s screams. Only when her cries began to subside did he begin to withdraw his dick from her bloody hole, only to thrust back into her savagely. The pony’s cries turned into soft sobbing as the sharp pain began to subside and she resigned herself to being completely helpless, her only hope being that Ray finished using her soon.

Watching from the side, Windsheer shuffled slightly side to side, trying to hide her arousal as she watched Ray continue his assault. She tried her hardest to concentrate her attention on only Ray’s cock as she found all ponies disgusting and beneath her own standards, but the knowledge that her leader was taking his victim against her will proved to be more of a turn on than she wanted to admit.

Almost as if he could sense how she was feeling, Ray turned to look at Windsheer and cracked a crooked grin. “Enjoying the show, are we?” he teased her.

Her face turning red from being caught, Windsheer coughed nervously and looked away. “Of course not! I just think that a slutty pony such as her doesn’t deserve your glorious cock inside of her.” she said.

Ray let out a small chuckle. “Well, don’t fret your head too much.” he said while still savagely pounding away at the crying pony’s body. “I’m just simply breaking her in.”

Windsheer simply nodded while Ray turned his attention back to his conquest. He had to admit that she had a nice tight pussy, though he knew that it would not stay like that for long. Still, he’d enjoy her body while he could, and seeing the streaks of blood on his cock was definitely a nice bonus. Keeping his quick, rough pace, Ray continued to violate the pink mare at his leisure until he heard the pony’s crying finally begin to quiet down.

It only took a few more moments for the sobbing to stop completely as the mare lost all hope and resigned herself to whatever fate lay ahead of her. Ray knew he had broken her completely and sped up his thrusts, feeling her body tighten in reaction to his increase of force. “That’s a good girl, just the way I like it.” he said.

No longer holding back, Ray gave a few last forceful thrusts before he let out a rough growl as he came, his hot, potent seed flooding the pony’s sore hole. The mare gasped as she felt Ray cumming inside of her, but in her current state of mind she was unable to even protest, let alone try to wriggle free. All she could do was grimace and keep her eyes clamped shut and pray to Celestia that she wouldn’t become pregnant. Ray kept his cock inside of her for a few moments after he was done, and as soon as he withdrew his member from her body she tried to squeeze as much of his cum out as she could.

Windsheer and the two other guards waited for Ray to strike the pony for such a showing such disrespect, but instead Ray walked over and stood over her, looking at her pussy. Seeing her still trying to squeeze his cum out of her, Ray pushed her on to her back, her sex in plain view. “Go ahead, try to get it all out.” he said.

The mare wasn’t sure if he was going to try to trick her, but she didn’t want to become pregnant with his offspring. Grimacing, she squeezed her lower muscles once again, trying to get all of his cum out of her. There was still a sizeable amount left inside of her, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t manage to get it out. Her eyes began to tear up again. “I don’t want a baby.” she said softly to herself.

“Oh, you don’t? Then allow me to help.” Ray said. Before the mare could ask what he meant Ray raised a clenched talon above her body and struck her lower abdomen, pressing down hard right above her uterus and bladder.

With a cry of surprise the pony felt something coming out of her. A small trickle of Ray’s cum managed to creep out from her pussy, but another type of liquid was surging forth. Unable to stop it, the mare turned red in the face as she began to uncontrollable urinate in front of the four griffons. Ray laughed at the demeaning act, having added the final insult to injury to the pony and causing her to cry once more. “Hmm, looks like I was wrong, guess you may have my offspring after all.” Ray said to the broken mare.

Having finally finished with her, Ray turned to his subordinates and motioned for the two soldiers to take the pony away. “I’m finished with her. You two may use her for as long as you like, and then toss her to the soldiers tonight once they return from the parade. Tell them to try to not break her, it may be a while before they get another.”

The two soldiers nodded eagerly, rushing forward to drag the pony off to somewhere private. The mare could only let out a whimper, knowing that what these two griffons were going to do would only be a thousandth of what an entire army would do. She let out no protest, not even when she was dragged away through the puddle of urine and cum, and in a matter of moments only Ray and Windsheer remained in Ray’s chambers.

“Not bad, bonus points for finding me a virgin.” Ray said to Windsheer. “However, she was a bit… lacking. I prefer a pony who has more spirit, more fire. I like a bit of a challenge… it makes everything more fun.”

Windsheer nodded and bowed. “I shall try to do better next time, sire. Is there a specific pony you have in mind?”

Ray thought for a moment before a smile crept onto his face. “As a matter of fact, yes. There is.”