Let Sleeper Dogs Lie

Let Sleeper Dogs Lie

by neorenamon

Fluttershy gulped nervously.  She could feel the points of Gilda's talons against the hide of her shoulder through her sweater top.  But she couldn't just think about herself then:  There was Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake to think about too.  Gilda placed her other talon on her other shoulder as she stepped up behind her.

"So how's my Dashie doing?" cooed Gilda in her ear from behind.

"She is... uh... well... There was... ah..."

"What's so hard about this?" she asked as she felt the point of her beak lightly brush against the side of her throat.

"Well... you see... there was this... magical kind of accident..."

"Oh, what did that Twilight nerd do this time?!"

"Oh... it wasn't Twilight... it was the Diamond Dog Shaman..."

"Whoa," she replied, "Dashie was messing with him?!"

"We were saving some mares and a stallion that the Diamond Dogs had kidnapped from the road."

"Uh-huh," she cooed, "Go on."

"Well the Shaman was going to turn her into a brainwashed dog bitch..."

"HE WHAT?!"

"I said..."

"I mean, I heard what you said!  It's just I can't believe it!"

"Anyways, Pinkie kinda of disrupted his focus in the middle of the spell, so now she's kind of stuck as a half-Pegasus and half-dog bitch."

"Oh, maybe I do want to see this," said Gilda as she could feel the hot griffon breath across her neck.

Fluttershy felt a shiver as she saw an expanding ring of green energy passing overhead.

"Oh... my..." she said quietly, "What was that?"

"What was what?" came the reply as the beak played her throat hide.

"Something flew across the sky from Ponyville."

"I'm sure Twilight probably goofed up another spell or something," she purred, "Par for the Ponyville course."

"But she's not even in Ponyville right now."

"Whatevs," she replied, "Now tell me more about my Dashie."

She could feel her talons undoing the straps over her shoulders.  Soon, the harness with the foals was being lowered towards the ground.  It easily slipped over her waist and down over her hips.

"Is that Gilda?" asked a mare nearby.

They both looked to see Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle coming up the road towards them.  Towards the Apple Farm.  They saw that Sweetie Belle was the one who had spoken.  Scoots was holding a fairly large bag in her hands.

"You two!" she growled, "Get over here!"

They trembled slightly as they ran over.

"Take these foals and this bag of stuff," she ordered, "and take them up to the farmhouse over there!  You better keep them brats of the Cakes happy til Fluttershy gets there, or there will be consequences over here!"

She smiled as she watched Scoots strap on the babes while Sweets put on the shoulder bag.  Somehow, Pound and Pumpkin were still managing to sleep though the whole thing.  They rushed off so fast that they completely forgot about their own bag they left at the side of the road.

Stomping over to the bag, she hefted it like she was about to chuck it into the fields when she paused.

"Hey," she said, "This bag's kinda heavy.  I wonder what those brats were doing..."  She looked down into the bag as she said, "Whoa, what have we here?!"

Fluttershy walked over and glanced into the bag as she said, "Oh... my..."

"Let's find a place... a little more private," she cooed as she took Fluttershy's hand and led her into the orchard with the bag underneath her arm.

"Maybe... I should... see how the Cake's..."

"Forget about'it," she replied, "I'm sure those two will take care of them.  I have this way with brats."

"Oh, I'm sure that Scootaloo and Sweetie..."

"Whatevs!"

They walked silently for a few minutes until she looked back at Fluttershy, and commented, "You know, I'd swear your boobs have really grown since the last time we... met."

"Well... uhm... they have."

They stepped behind an especially wide tree that one would have trouble seeing around from the road.

"I gotta check them out," she said as she turned to Flutters and gripped the edge of her sweater.  She had grabbed the band of her skirt as well, and pulled them both up almost to her ribcage before she even noticed that the Pegasus mare wasn't wearing pantied.

"Well well," she cooed, "Still going au natural here?"

"I ah..." she said blushing as Gilda stared at her bared loins.

Gilda continued to lift both the skirt and the sweater until they were both over her face, and then she paused.  Her large breasts were left hanging in the open air.

"Whoa," she purred, "You've got yourself a real motherly rack there."

One talon held up the sweater and skirt even as the other began to grope her right breast.  She moaned as she felt the rough surface of the talon as it ran over her tit and rubbed her nipple firmly.  Her nipple grew firmer even as the groping continued.  It took but a moment for her to find herself panting as she was felt up.

"Hey," she said, "I haven't even touched that crotch of yours, and I can already see you getting worked up."

She realized that her mareslit was getting hot and becoming wet even as Gilda brought it up.

"Say," she cooed near Flutter's ear, "I didn't say you could stop telling me about Dashie."

"Miss Rarity asked me to... uh... retrain her..."

"How so?" she asked as she gripped her boob tighter.

"Well," she moaned, "She goes around sticking her nose under my skirt.  I've lost count of how many time she's stuck her cold nose against my mareslit and then lapped at it with her whole tongue."

"Oh, that sounds like my Dashie to me," she purred.

"But I'm having trouble breaking her of such habits," panted Fluttershy.  She felt herself being pushed back by her hands into the tree behind even as the other talon stopped feeling her boob.

"This should do," purred Gilda as she felt her hands tied to a branch over her head.

"Oh... maybe you shouldn't..."

"Don't worry your pretty little head," she cooed, "When I'm done with you, I feel you should have your turn... with me."

"Oh... my..."

Soon, she was thoroughly bound to the branch to the point that even her sweater and skirt were held up over her face.

"You know," purred Gilda, "I had no idea just what kinda hottie you've turned into.  For a mare, I have to admit that you're making me... feel real horny."

She moaned as both talons were heavily fondling her breasts.

...

Apple Bloom answered the door.  She opened it to find that she was looking at Scoots and Sweetie.

"Well, this isn't what I was expecting," she muse as she looked over the Cake's foals and the shoulder bag.

"We kinda ran into Gilda and Fluttershy while we were coming over," panted Scoots, "and she threatened us into bringing the foals here.  I don't want to mess with no griffon."

"Okay," she replied, "I'm sure Granny Smith wouldn't mind...  Hey, where's the bag of... stuff you were supposed to bring?!"

They looked around until Sweetie said, "We must have left it back with them!"

"How are we supposed to get our cutie marks in escape artist now?!"

Sweetie Belle leaned in and said, "But you already have your cutie mark."

"Well duh," she replied, "and you know MY cutie mark is about helping other ponies get THEIR cutie marks."

"Oh what are they gonna think when they find that bag full of ropes, strips of cloth, manacles and stuff?!" asked Scoots, "You know how much that cost us!  What if they just throw all that stuff away?!"

"And how can we even ask them about it?!" asked Sweetie.

"Calm down," replied Apple Bloom, "I'm sure they'll just get a good laugh, and they'll wait for us to come back and get it.  I just hope that Gilda... *gulp* isn't going to volunteer to help us with that stuff."

"Good point."

Pound Cake began to stir in his harness.  He opened his eyes and looked about.  Then he began to cry.

"Well we better take care of these two right away," said Apple Bloom as she ushered them inside.

"I'll make the formula while you two check the diapers," said Sweetie Belle as she rushed in past them.

"Why do you get to..."

"I called it first!!"

...

Fluttershy was moaning hard as she squirmed against the tree.  She sounded a little muffled with her face covered by her own sweater.  Still, Gilda had used more rope to tie her from her wrists down to her shoulders, including the ones bound about her head that made it hard for her to speak.

"AAAHHH!!" she moaned, "Aaaaahhhhh!!"

It was most likely because now Gilda had her legs over her shoulder even as she felt her beak and tongue working her oh so hot and wet mareslit.  She could feel the griffon's tongue as it wiggled ever deeper into her birth canal.

"Oh yeah," moaned Gilda, "You taste even better than Dashie!"

She moaned and moaned as she drew closer to cumming in Gilda's face.

"Oh my," she said through the sweater, "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

And she did cum into the griffon's face.  Gilda lapped it up as fast as she could as she panted, "Well... you certain... got more... juice down... here than... the last time... Dashie came... in my face."  She used her shoulders to support Fluttershy's mass even as she rubbed her head back and forth in her crotch.

Fluttershy was left hanging a moment before she felt the knots being undone from her wrists.  Gilda's arm was holding her up once the ropes slipped, and she was lowered to the ground.  Her skirt and sweater were pulled clean over her head and wings as she was naked from her knees up.  But she could only lean against Gilda as she came down from her orgasm.

Gilda leaned her back against the tree as she slipped down her own tube top.  Now Fluttershy could clearly see her more modest C-cups with their pert pink nipples as her white feathers came down between her breasts.  Then she slipped down her biker shorts as her tail wagged.

"I... uh... don't know..." she said softly.

Gilda stuck a coil of silken rope in her hands as she purred, "Come on, sweet flanks.  You know you want to ."

"Well... if you're sure... you insist..."

"Oh, I insist," she purred as she stared into the Pegasus' eyes.

...

"Whew," said Granny, "Where did that smell come from?!  It smells like foal... Oh my!"

She poked her head through the doorway to see Apple Bloom and Scootaloo trying to change some diapers on two squirming foals.  There was white powder everywhere, and some brown stains (on the floors and walls) that Granny absolutely didn't want to know about.

"Oh," said Scoots, "We were coming here to work on cutie marks when we saw Fluttershy and Gilda by the side of the road on the way up here.  They had the Cakes' foals with them.  Gilda threatened us to take them up to the house for her.  I don't know what she was doing with Fluttershy, but they didn't want us or the foals hanging around."

"Oh just move over!" grumbled Granny as she came in, "I'm too old for this kinda cowpies any more!"

It only seemed like seconds before the diapers were changed, the dirty ones were in a bag, and Granny was walking out.

"Now you two get to clean up this mess," she grumbled, "You better get some lessons before somepony saddles one of you two with a foal of yer own.  I sure don't want to smell that... smell anymore!"

"Yeah," said Apple Bloom as she looked around, "That isn't gonna happen for a long time."

"Darn straight," agreed Scootaloo.

...

Gilda was now hanging upside down from the same tree that Fluttershy was.  It was over the limb and tied about the base of the tree. She was hogtied with her arms and wings behind her back even as she dangled there.  In fact, she was hanging from the limb by just one paw on one of her powerful legs.  The other leg was tied folded down and behind her thigh so that her pussy was fully exposed and couldn't be defended.

"Wow Flutters," she said, "You seem to have a gift for this kinda thing."

"Well... I wasn't sure if I..."

"Now you know what to do, right?"

"Are you sure?" she asked very quietly.

"Totally!"

She stepped up, and at the level Gilda was hanging, her pussy was right in her face.  Taking a long strip of cloth, she bound Gilda's head and beak so that she could still see, but she really couldn't make much of a sound.  While her loins were also in Gilda's face, she knew she couldn't really do anything with her beak tied so tightly closed.  She wrapped her arms about Gilda's butt before she began to lick and lap at the griffon's lionesque pussy.  Gilda panted through her nose-holes as Flutters got her all hot and wet with the action of her tongue and mouth.

"I didn't think I'd like doing this so much," panted Flutters as she paused between her licks.  With one hand behind her butt, her other hand drifted down to one of Gilda's breasts and began fondling it hotly.  It seemed so firm against her chest the even hanging upside down, it didn't seem to make her breast shift that much.

Minutes passed as juice leaked from Gilda, mixed with her spit, and leaked down her stomach.  But one she began to shiver and pant hard through her nose, she knew that the griffon was having a good strong climax.

"I see you're making new friends, huh?" asked a familiar voice overhead.

Fluttershy looked up to see a blue Pegasus-dog perched on the branch over the place Gilda was hanging.

"Dashie?!" she asked as Gilda's juices dribbled down her chin.