The scorching summer sun beat down on the endless fields far to the south of Griffonstone. A few clouds offered some small amount of shade to the many griffons working said fields, but even so, Sweetie was glad to be indoors. There was a faint thumping as little hooves made their way into the kitchen. A white pegasus with a black mane walked over to Sweetie Belle’s hooves and stared up at her.

“What are you making Mom?” She asked. Her hoof pressed against Sweetie’s shoulder expectantly as she waited for a reply. Sweetie smiled down at her daughter.

“Onion soup.” She replied, chuckling at the disgusted look on Melody's face. “I know,” She laughed, “I’m sick of it too.” The curse of being stuck on an onion farm. Sweetie had long since run out of new ways to prepare the vegetable. Though, she did take some pride in actually being able to cook now. Leaving the water to boil, she turned to the little filly and rubbed her mane playfully. Both of their attentions were caught by the sound of the front door opening.

“Daddy’s back!” Melody cheered, sprinting to meet him. Sweetie’s mouth drew into a flat line at her daughter's words. The filly jumped into a hug from a massive brown and gold griffon. Aldo chuckled and lifted the filly onto his back. The two roughhoused for a while, Melody giggling as her daddy played with her. Sweetie allowed herself a rare smile, listening to her daughter’s laughter. After a few moments, it was clear that Aldo was getting tired, and he set her down. The filly pouted a bit, but Aldo didn’t give in.

“Hello Sweetie.” He cheerfully greeted, now that his attention wasn’t solely on his adoptive daughter, and then he fell into the couch.

“How is it looking?” Sweetie asked, mechanically.

“The harvest? Good I suppose, but Roto is being a lazy sack of lard. I’m tired of having to babysit his fat….” Aldo’s voice petered out, remembering the little pony in the room, “Anyway, it’s fine.”

“Is that why he doesn’t have a big house like ours, even though he grows onions too?” Melody chirped in. Aldo smiled down at her.

“No, it's because he only has the one farm, and even then, it really belongs to us. He just works it. We actually have quite a few. It’s how we can afford all our little pleasures.” Sweetie shivered a bit, knowing he was referring to her. “Just so you know, I’m going to have company over tonight.” He called over to her. Sweetie tensed.

“What kind of company?” She asked with forced pleasantness.

“Gerti and Godot.” He replied. Sweetie winced at the first name, but tried to hide her reaction. Sweetie would never understand how he could be friends with both of those two. Godot was a lovable sod, but Gerti…. Her hoof traced the ring on her horn, but she put those thoughts aside and responded to Aldo.

“Well that’s...nice. What about Melody though? I don’t think they set a good example for her.” Aldo shrugged, then closed his eyes for a nap. He clearly didn’t really care. Sweetie waved her daughter over to her. The little filly came over quickly, and Sweetie bent down to her. “So, you heard Daddy. We’ll be having company over tonight. You know what to do. After dinner, excuse yourself and go upstairs. Ok?” Melody nodded, a little disappointed about having to go to bed early. “If you do it without making a fuss,” Sweetie said pleasantly, “I’ll tell you a story before bed.” That cheered the little pegasus up, and her wings buzzed excitedly.

“Ok!” Melody happily replied. She hugged her mother’s leg, and then ran up the stairs to her room.

“Walk don’t run!” Sweetie called after her. Aldo chuckled from the couch. He opened one of his eyes and looked over at Sweetie Belle. With the pot now heating, and all the rest of the ingredients prepared, Sweetie didn’t have much to do but wait. Setting down the knife she had been using, she went to sit down. She plopped herself down on the other end of the couch, the space she kept between them noted by Aldo, and began to read one the the fashion magazines she kept on the end table. Aldo often bought her these magazines when he was in Griffonstone, but a familiar name on the cover had her particularly excited to read this newest issue.

“Before you get too invested in reading….” Aldo quietly whispered, trying to avoid Melody hearing them from upstairs, “...It was a long day today.” Taking the hint, Sweetie closed her magazine, and set it down. Aldo moved so that he was positioned with his back to the stairs, so he could block the view of Sweetie should they get interrupted. His legs spread, and Sweetie could see that he was already hard. She tilted his member down, and took it into her mouth.

She could taste the salty sweat of his days work as she started. Immediately, she wrapped her lips around the head and swirled her tongue around it. Aldo purred his approval. In the months she’d spent with him, Onyx had made her do this enough that she felt herself an expert. The more pointed nature of griffon cocks had taken some getting used to, but she found them easier to take in.

Shifting her position to get a better angle, Sweetie closed her eyes and began bobbing her head. Saliva oozed down Aldo’s cock as she deepthroated him, pooling on the seat of the chair. Aldo’s claws ran through her hair gently. Sweetie hummed, allowing herself to enjoy the sensation. The griffon began moan quietly, letting her know he was enjoying himself. With a soft gasp, he released in her mouth. Sweetie was surprised, he usually lasted longer. Still, there was more to come later that night. She swallowed, and then licked him clean before getting up to wash her face. As she leaned over the sink, she felt him wrap his arms around her.

“Thanks. You’re always so good at helping me relax.” He whispered, then nibbled at her ear affectionately. ‘Not like I could’ve have refused.’ Sweetie bitterly thought.

Godot was the first to arrive. His lumbering form squeezed its way through the thin door frame. Sweetie smiled genuinely as he came in.

“Godot!” She set down the magazine, and met him with a warm embrace. Aldo smiled from back on the couch, just giving his friend a wave. Godot chuckled, and returned the mare’s hug.

“Sweetie, always a delight to see your face, and….” He sniffed the air exaggeratedly, “And help you empty your pantries.” Sweetie blanched a little, the smell of the still-cooking onion soup making her ill. Still, she playfully poked at his large belly.

“Hey, you are welcome to eat as many of our onions as you want, but….” She smiled when she heard his boisterous laugh. Melody came thumping down the stairs, and giggled.

“Mr. Godot!” She tackled the large griffon into a hug. “Daddy said you’d be here!” The griffon hugged the filly back, then lifted her onto his back as he walked into the dining room.

“Now,” He spoke to her, his voice getting quieter as he left the room, “Did you help your lovely mother today wi….” Sweetie smiled as she watched them leave. Taking a taste from the pot in front of her, she decided that it made her a little less sick than it had a few moments ago, and was ready to eat. She mentally cursed being purchased by an onion barron, not for the first time. Still, at least Aldo had let her keep Melody. The light bang of the door let her know that the second guest had arrived. Sweetie’s skin was crawling before she even turned to look her in the eye.

“Good evening Sweetie.” Gerti said, stepping into the living room. Setting down the pot, Sweetie turned to see the sleek griffon flop down on her couch. Gerti smiled pleasantly up at her, and Sweetie forced herself to smile back. “I’m always amazed…,” Gerti said, smelling the food from where she was sitting, “...that you’re able to cook so well with those hooves. I bet it would be a lot easier with magic.” The mockery was clear in her voice. Holding back her rage, Sweetie just nodded pleasantly.

“It probably would be, but that old ring on my horn makes that pretty much impossible. Not that you didn’t already know that.” Her face visibly darkened, as she continued, “You should be careful saying anything about my magic right now though. Godot’s in the other room, and Aldo doesn’t want him to know about...that.” Gertie rolled her eyes, but seemed to understand that crossing Aldo was a bad idea. Sitting herself down awkwardly next to the griffon, Sweetie picked up her fashion magazine, and continued where she’d left off some time ago.

The griffons all gulped down their dinner ravenously. Godot in particular seemed to delight in filling his bowl up again and again. After his fifth, he leaned back into his chair and belched noisily.

“Ah, she never fails to impress.” He remarked, pointing to Sweetie. The mare rolled her eyes, but returned his smile. Melody screwed her face up in disgust, and poked at the brown goop with her hoof until Sweetie reprimanded her. Gerti was looking at Melody from across the table, and the look on her face made Sweetie’s uncomfortable.

“So, Melody.” Gerti purred out. “How old are you now?” The filly lept at the excuse to not eat.

“Four, ma’am.” She cheerfully replied. Gerti flashed her a gentle smile, and Sweetie looked to Aldo nervously. She knew better than to do anything that he might perceive as her standing up to him or his friends. She thought of Aldo, praying he wouldn’t go along with it. Almost on queue, Gerti looked to Aldo with a mischievous grin.

“Four? My my, she’s growing up so fast.” Her eyes met Aldo’s, “And such a pretty filly too. Aldo, why don’t we have her join us for….”

“Gerti.” The room fell quiet as Aldo looked back at her with clear disapproval on his face. “I’m glad you helped me…” He looked up at Godot’s confused expression, “...get introduced to Sweetie, but you’d better not be suggesting anything about my daughter.” Gerti attempted to mumble out a response, but it was too incoherent. Gerti just went back to eating, and tried to pretend that she hadn’t said anything. Seeing that, Aldo’s face softened, and he visibly relaxed. Melody hadn’t eaten much, but Sweetie decided it was time to get her out of the room. Picking her up, she excused herself, and headed for the stairway.

“But Mommy, I didn’t get to say goodbye to Mr. Godot.” Melody cried out as they left the room.

“It’s ok, you’ll see him in the morning. He’ll be staying all night, just like last time.” The filly’s room was dark, and Melody whimpered slightly. Shushing her, Sweetie set her down in her bed.

“I’m going to go back downstairs for a while. I’ll be back up later tonight, ok? I still promised you that story after all.” Melody’s face lit up, and she nodded excitedly. Sweetie gently kissed her daughter’s forehead, and then mentally readied herself for the rest of the night.

The dining room was already mostly clean when she arrived. Picking up the last few bowls, she carried them into the kitchen to find Godot.

“Thanks for the help, but I would have gotten it.” She said, placing the bowls in the sink.

“I know, but you were busy taking care of that sweet heart upstairs. Plus, the other two weren’t going to help. They both rushed off to the bedroom already.” Godot chuckled boisterously. “Perverted bastards.” Godot chuckled, but then noticed Sweetie’s more neutral expression. “Hey, are you feeling alright? If this is about Gerti’s comment at diner, I understand. That was out of line.” Sweetie shook her head.
“I’m fine.” She lied. For a moment though, she considered telling Godot the truth. He’d believe her, she knew he would, and he might even be able to help her. This far from Equestria though? Sexual slavery wasn’t even illegal here. Aldo would be able to get help from the local guards. She wouldn’t make it far. She couldn’t ask her friend to risk himself just so she could fail another escape attempt. Even all these years later, what Onyx had done to punish her was still burned into her mind. Realizing that she hadn’t said anything, and was just staring into space, she spoke up again. “I’m fine Godot, I’ve just been out of it today. The other’s are probably waiting for us, we should go.” She turned to leave, and while still a bit unsure, Godot followed her up the stairs.

Aldo and Gerti were waiting for them as they walked into the bedroom. Aldo had Gertie on the bed, and his face was between her legs. He lifted his head, juices dribbling down his beak as they entered. He flashed them a delighted grin.
“Finally!” He pulled himself away, much to Gerti’s disappointment. “Sweetie, come over and let Gertie show you a good time.” Climbing onto the bed, Sweetie crawled over to where Gertie was lying down, and sat herself right below the griffon’s beak. Gerti winked at her, then tilted her beak into Sweetie’s folds. Aldo lightly stroked himself, then lined himself up with Gerti’s still wet entrance. Sweetie felt Gerti jump beneath her as Aldo began thrusting into her. Her eyes glazed over as the large griffon filled her.
“Oh, so we’re just jumping right in then?” Godot called from the door with an amused look on his face. “Fine by me. Sweetie, do you mind if I…?” Sweetie smiled a bit, rocking her hips against Gerti to try and pretend she was enjoying herself.
“Not at all Godot.” She leaned forward as the older griffon climbed onto the bed. Once he was in a kneeling position in front of her, Sweetie took him into her mouth. Her tongue glided along his smooth shaft and he reach his claws down to gently guide her head. He didn’t thrust into her mouth, instead letting her go at her own pace. Aldo was showing no such care. He had both of Gerti’s thighs gripped tight and was furiously pumping into her. The two of them were both panting with exertion, and Gerti’s treatment of Sweetie Belle became less and less attentive. Not that Sweetie really minded.
“Ah!” Godot twisted as Sweetie continued to deepthroat him. Sweetie’s focus on what she was doing broke for a second, as she looked up into Godot’s delighted expression. She tried to smile at him, a difficult thing with her mouth full. If circumstances were different, she might’ve tried to tell Godot the truth by now. He was the only one here who thought that Sweetie did this kind of thing willingly. She refused to put him at risk, just for her own sake though. He didn’t know what he was doing to her, unlike the other two, he was just a perverted old griffon.
Gerti’s breathing was quickening, and by now she had stopped even trying to focus on Sweetie. The mare used this as an opportunity to shift her position so that she had a better angle for what she was doing to Godot. She could see the pleasure on written on his face, and she delighted in it. He was charming and he made her laugh, she wouldn’t mind doing this more often if it was just with him. Her concentration was broken again by an ear piercing screech. Gerti twisted and twitched underneath Sweetie, and the mare knew that Gerti was cumming. From the sounds of his panting, Aldo wasn’t too far behind.

“Stop, Gerti, stop.” Aldo called out from behind Sweetie, catching her attention. Confused, Gerti pulled her beak away from Sweetie. Aldo pulled out of the griffon and jumped onto the bed. Lifting Sweetie’s hips up, he began to push into her. Having just finished herself, Gerti didn’t really mind, and just lay underneath the two of them, enjoying the view. “Sorry for the surprise hun.” He whispered to Sweetie. “It just that I might accidentally get Gerti pregnant. No risk of that with you.” Sweetie let out a squeak that was muffled by Godot’s cock as she felt Aldo’s juices squirt into her. The large griffon felt himself turn to jelly, his muscles losing steam. He still absent mindedly thrust into her as he rode out his climax.
When he finally pulled out, he collapsed on the bed next to Gerti, and Sweetie tried not to laugh when she heard the snoring start seconds later. She looked down to see Gerti was at that point too. ‘So, just Godot left huh? That works.’ She thought to herself. Sweetie pulled Godot out of her mouth, and before he could respond, she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down into a sitting position against the headboard. Straddling him, Sweetie slowly rocked her hips.

“Sweetie!” Godot gasped surprised. “You’ve never let me, I mean….” Sweetie swallowed to clear her mouth, then kissed him gently on the forehead. Tears were welling in her eyes as she fought down any urge to explain to him that she wasn’t usually allowed to let anypony else in her like this. Instead, she just concentrated on her undulating hips. Godot brought his claws down to her hips, and thrust gently into her in time with her movements. It wasn’t long before both of them were gasping and moaning. Sweetie squeezed her eyes shut, and felt a griffon cumming inside her for the second time that night. This time though, she was right there with him, her own juices gushing out onto him.

The creak of the bedroom door woke Melody. Try as she might, the little filly had drifted off, but her sleepy eyes lit up when she say her mother walk in. Rubbing her eyes, Melody made room on the bed for Sweetie. The mare sat next to her young daughter, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
“I believe I promised you a story.” She quietly whispered, to which Melody excitedly nodded. Curling up into the bed next to the filly, Sweetie began. “Have I told you about the time my sister helped stop the chaos god, Discord?” Melody shook her head, eyes widening.
“Was he Scary?”
“Discord? No honey, at worst he was ridiculous, but he caused a lot of problems. So Rarity and the others were called by the princess….” The familiar story left Sweetie’s lips without her thinking too much about it. It was natural to her to talk about Rarity’s exploits. As the story stretched on, Melody’s little form quieted, and she was soon fast asleep again. Deciding to finish the story another night, Sweetie Belle gently rose, and left for the door.

Her daughter was asleep, the griffon’s were too, but Sweetie wasn’t ready yet. She still had a magazine to finish going through. Flicking on the light on the end table, she curled up comfortably with it. Holding magazines with hooves was a pain, but she slowly managed to work her way through it. It was the final section of it that she was excited for though. The cover bragged that there was a big reveal of a new line from the legendary designer Rarity. Sweetie read the whole magazine slowly, deliberately building anticipation for herself. When she finally reached the proper page, her breath caught in her throat.
The pink, white, and purple color pattern was unmistakeable. Sweetie’s eyes welled up as she read the article. “...The legendary fashion designer, Rarity, created this gorgeous new line to raise awareness for the Missing and Exploited Foals Institute, and has stated that all profits will be donated to that organisation. The line itself was inspired by the colors of the fashionista’s sister, who went missing along with two of her friends five years ago.” Sweetie noticed that the dresses themselves had a circular, bouncy look to them. She laughed quietly, realizing that her sister had tried to capture the look of the curls in her hair. Sweetie held the magazine close, and silently wished she could return the favor to Rarity.
Thoughts of home swirled in her mind, and she thought of little Melody upstairs. For as many of Onyx’s visual traits as she’d inherited, there was more of of Sweetie Belle in her mannerisms and personality. She was one of the few good things to come out of the whole mess, and Sweetie often wondered how Rarity would feel if she ever met her young niece. Looking back down at the designs in the article, at the gift Rarity had given to her, Sweetie hoped that she could make Melody feel as loved as she did just then.

Author's Note

So, aside from being over a week late, I hope you all liked it. I might come back to this fic every once in a blue moon, but I'm marking it as complete for now, since this was the final planned chapter.