The princesses stand on the balcony of the royal castle, looking down at the encroaching army of griffons.
"They're coming." Twilight comments.
"Yes... I hadn't thought their new leader would do this." Celestia says as she stares at the approaching griffons, both in the air and on the ground.
"We can't let them into the city, it would be too dangerous." Twilight says as she moves next to Celestia.
"Yes, sister, let us confront them now to protect our citizens." Luna says.
"I would hope that this will have a peaceful resolution, but I fear Avian won't listen to reason." Celestia says.
She arcs her wings and takes to the sky, the other princesses follow suite and they land a distance away from the front line of the griffons. A number of which bare their clawed talons and screech at them, but in the back, a huge griffon, twice the size of any of the others, stands firm, glaring at the princesses with an unfounded hatred. He raises his talons, and gives a silent order to stand down with his prosthetic iron claws.
"What is the meaning of this!" Celestia demands.
"We have long since regressed from our once glorious past as predators and rulers of this land our glorious nation turned into ruin and dust! And somehow your weak and pathetic kind has come to rule over us!" Lord Avian states, "But no more! We have decided to stake our claim on all of you, as our prey." Avian Finishes with a prideful smirk.
"We are not prey!" Twilight yells in outrage, "We're not something that you can do with what you want!"
"Twilight." Celstia says to her for the outburst.
Twilight looks away and takes a moment to calm herself before looking back.
"Bold words for such a small creature," Avian says loudly, "But you are in no position to make any sort of impact on what will happen next, warriors! Attack! Kill them all!"
The front line of griffons screech as they take to the air, armed with maces and axes. The first battalion swoops down at them, ready to take them out. But they are stopped in their tracks as Twilight raise a magical shield around them. The griffons slam into it full force, ignoring their own pain as they repeatedly slam themselves into the shield to weaken it.
"G-GAH! I can't hold it for long!" Twilight says loudly, straining to keep the shield up as more and more griffons attack.
Celestia charges her horn and gives Luna a stern look. She nods in understanding and charges her horn as well. They turn to be face-to-face with one another, and connect their horns to add more power. As they start to glow with a strong magical aura, the shield starts to crack and weaken under the assault. Twilight's face contorts from the strain of keeping the spell active as a light starts to grow from behind her. The griffons attacking stop and cover their eyes as the light grows blindingly bright. Several rings of magic form around the shield charging it and sending electricity sparking across the surface.
In the back of the griffon horde, Avian arcs a brow as he watches a show of their power unfold.
The shield then shrinks slightly and rapidly expands, vaporizing the closest griffons instantly and sending the rest flying across the sky, landing hard and shifting the dirt as the slide across the grass they landed on.
As the light's clear, Twilight's panting hard and Celestia is helping her up. Avian motions for a cart within his legion to come closer.
Luna then steps up, "Do you see the power we contain?! You cannot defeat us Avian!"
As she finishes shouting, the royal guard mobilizes and moves to protect the tired princesses from further harm. Many unicorns and earth ponies form a blockade in front of them as the pegasi brigade takes to the air and prepares to fight the bigger, stronger griffons.
Lord Avian only laughs hard at her and their weak army, "That is rich! You honestly believe I came her without making a plan for all of you!?"
The cart stops right in front of Avian and he tosses a cloth cover aside revealing a huge green rock, nearly as large as a griffon.
"No..." Twilight whispers.
Avian then hefts the boulder up in his claws, showing just how strong his muscles are. His troops move to the side and give him a clear shot as he launches the rock directly at the princesses.
The front line unicorns attempt to crate a magic barrier to block it, but it fizzles out the as the boulder flies at them, several troops are hit directly as it continues to fly forward. Luna dives to the side as Celestia grabs Twilight and does the same, narrowly avoiding being hit by the dense rock. It continues to roll through the back lines, crushing a mare in the process, staining the rock with a sheen of red.
Avian and several of his forces laugh loudly as the pegasi start to have trouble staying airborne and begin to drift back down to the ground, eventually the start to pick up speed and call out for help. They desperately try to flap their wings to slow down. The remaining grounds troops attempt to catch them, many of the pegasi are still hurt badly from the fall. More than half of Celestia's troops are wounded, or even dead, a few of which fell on discarded weapons and got impaled on spears propped in various ways, from speared clean through the chest, to a head that was ripped clean off and got stuck halfway down the spear's shaft.
As they rise and recover from the sudden loss, Avian walks over to them and picks Luna up by the neck with his iron claw, "Heh, heh, heh..." He says slowly, "So much for your precious magic."
Several troops charge at him, but they are quickly tackled by the many griffons in the area, one griffon continues to snap his beak at a mare's face to strike fear into her, and it works, she begs for help and struggles to get free, but without her earth-pony strength, she's as strong as a foal.
Luna struggles in Avian's grip, but the stone is quickly sapping a great deal of her strength, along with her magic. Celestia stands and moves in front of Twilight, hiding her behind a wing.
"Let go of her Avian!" Celestia demands.
He only growls and slaps her with the back of his other talon, sending her a few feet away from the impact. Avian motions his troops to come closer, and a formal looking griffon brings a fancy looking case, he opens it and presents the contents to Lord Avian.
Inside are four iron collars, with a number of green stone spikes embedded in each one. He takes one out of the box and fastens it around Luna's neck before dropping her carelessly to the ground. He picks up Twilight next, his talon wrapping nearly all the way around her chest.
"H-how?" She asks in his grip.
"Spies." Avian growls as he fastens another collar to her neck.
He tosses her towards Luna, slamming right into her and making them both yelp in pain as he picks up Celestia.
She remains limp as he fastens her collar, upon closer inspection, she's fallen unconscious. Avian chuckles and tosses her to the moaning princesses pile.
"Put them in the cages," Avian commands his steward, "As for the rest of you! Take a few carts and start rounding up the livestock, dead, or alive!"
"Leave nothing behind but ruins and blood!" Her roars out, earning cheers from his soldiers.
They quickly disperse, a convoy going in each direction to capture as many ponies as they can.
Avian stands proudly, his plan worked, without the princesses to get in his way, he and his kind could finally ascend to their true calling. He walks over to the bloody green rock and hefts it up, carrying it back to it's cart. Avian sets it down and looks around at the catch so far.
Two carts full of nothing but earth ponies, crammed in like cattle waiting for slaughter and all of them are against the iron bars of the cages and each other. He grabs hold of both cages and shakes them hard, delighting in how afraid his cattle sounds. He stops after a moment to look at the other carts.
The next one is full of what's left of the casualties on both sides, the flattened mare and severed limbs, along with a few dead griffons that hit the ground too hard. He picks up the severed leg of a pony and starts to gnaw on it as he heads to the next cart.
This cart is filled with pegasi, most of which are still trying to flap their wings to get into the air, but only manage to make a gentle breeze. He pops the skeletonized leg of the pony he was eating through the bars, terrifying them and making them back away on instinct. He snarls at them as he passes, striking more fear into them. The last two cages hold the princesses and the unicorns, each of the princesses are chained to the bars of their cage, preventing any movement, though they were practically powerless, he wasn't going to take any chances.
The unicorns continuously try to cast spells, only for them to rebound and give themselves headaches. Eventually they give up and wait silently for whatever is to come. He turns back to the princesses and rattles the cage to get their attention, though Celestia limply shakes from it.
"This is my world... I stand now on the brink of absolute dominion of your pathetic race." Avian growls through the bars, "Your worthless kind will learn it's place, serving our every need, be it food, or pleasure and you will do it."
Twilight quietly sheds tears as fear grips her, Avian was ruthless and no doubt he had special plans for all of them. Her only hope is that somehow her friends could find a way to overthrow him.
Hours pass as he waits for his forces to return, by the time the last group has returned the sun is setting.
The carts they brought back are filled with many maimed and unconscious ponies of all races, though many of them are still ok to walk and stand on their own. With the return of the last few carts Avian takes a seat on a larger cart to address his troops, "Warriors! You have done well, our catch is most plentiful and tonight we will feast well!"
The griffons cheer and praise Lord avian for his leadership as the carts are pulled down the road, Avian lies back in his cart and relaxes after a long day, forcing his servants to pull his cart along. As they begin to leave he motions his commanders to come over, the approach and await his orders.
"Status report, how many were captured?" Avian asks them.
"Very well milord, I estimate an eighty-seven percent capture rate." One of them says.
"Unacceptable!" Avian screeches, rising up to look at them, "Congratulations, you just volunteered to lead the raids to round up the last of them."
"M-me?!" The male griffon squawks, "B-but I'm only the sub-commander!"
"Well then congratulations, you're now a commander too, and I expect results, if a single raid fails to bring me something of value, don't bother returning." Avian commands.
"V-very well sir, I won't let you down." He says.
The newly promoted commander flies off to the rest of his unit to spread the news of their orders. Avian dismisses the remaining commanders and lies back in his cart preparing to take a nap before they reach their home.
Some time later as griffonstone comes into view, the many unconscious ponies start to stir awake, many fearing for their lives from the sight of the cage's surrounding them. Near the front of the line of cages is the ones that went to ponyville, and inside one, Applejack was stirring awake, questioning how she got here.
"Urrfhh...." Applejack moans, looking around groggily.
She was near the top of a pile of unconscious ponies, many of which she recognized. She lifts herself up, feeling worry wash over her that some of them might be dead. Her eyes shrink as she looks through the bars at griffonstone in the distance, a series of walls were build around the edges of the town, with a large gatehouse at the only entrance to the city. Many heavily armored griffons stand guard on the gate, watching for any signs of trouble. Applejack can only manage to tear her eyes away from the sight as another groan comes from behind her.
She turns to spot Lyra shifting the others around to free herself, she holds her head with a hoof near a spot that had dried blood stuck to her fur and mane. She looks at AJ, then around barely realizing where they were.
"H-how did... I get here?" Lyra asks tiredly.
"Ah don't know, but things sure ain't lookin good fer us." Applejack says, rubbing her head to try and recall what happened.
"They hit my head..." Lyra says, continuing to rub her head wound, "All I remember is these weird green stones on their weapons... I never felt so weak, like something was stealing my magic..."
"Ah heard from Twilight that there was a big green stone that stopped magic, but how did they git their grubby claws on em'?" Applejack asks herself.
Her thoughts are cut off by the sound of metal hitting metal from one of the griffons walking along side the cage, "Hey! Quiet down in there, no talking!"
Applejack bites her lip as she glares at him, she wants to put him in his place, but with those stones keeping her weak, she has no choice but to keep quiet for now. Lyra moves closer to AJ and holds her close, clearly afraid of what was going to happen to them soon. Applejack holds her back, and was keeping a brave face on, if she could get a chance to fight back and escape she would take it, but for now she needed to stay low and keep quiet. She looks back out past the bars, the first few cages were rolling past the gatehouse. The armored griffons that stand at the front gates are larger than the average griffons, and strapped to their sides are huge hammers that would require even them to use both claws to hold.
The inside of the city fares no better than the outside, a number of ruined buildings have been converted to massive cages, no doubt where they would be kept. All of the existing structures have metal plates welded on, reinforcing them from any impacts. The first building they pass is a blacksmith, working on forging more armor as what must be his assistant takes measurements of another muscle-bound griffon. They pass quickly enough and soon are pulled off to the side of the main road, the griffons smack their maces against the side of the cage, waking up a few of the ponies inside as they open the cage's door.
"All of you, out! One at a time!" An armored griffon shouts.
Applejack helps Lyra up over to the door and drops down with her close behind, a pair of griffons then take a long chain and connect one shackle to each one of their legs as another one takes the front and pulls them along. Several more ponies exit the cart and are pulled to a large open area where the largest griffon any of them has ever seen sits, one of talons is replaced with a metal claw with what looks like the same green gems from earlier imbedded in the back of the palm. As the remaining, ready to walk ponies are dragged into the open area the ones left in the cages, the dead are pulled off deeper into the city.
Finally the large griffon speaks, "Welcome slaves, to your new lives."
A round of whimpers and the sound of crying comes from the chained ponies as he speaks.
"I will only say this once, so listen well." He states, "You are all mine, you belong to me. And I will NOT tolerate disobedience."
"I am griffon Lord Avian, but to all of you, I, and by extension my race, we are your masters."
"Obey us and you may live long, but resist..." He chuckles darkly, "Let's just say, it wont end well for you."
He then motions for one of his armored guards to bring a heavily tied mare over. Judging by what can be seen of her she had fought long and hard before they captured her.
"As you can tell this wretch resisted our rule, and killed one of our own. And so I will make an example of her." With a wave of his claw she's thrust face first into the dirt.
"Teach her a lesson." He says to the guard.
The griffon growls and reaches for his weapon, an axe and brings it over her neck. The mare shivers as the touch of metal on her coat as he slides it across. He then shifts over to her bound fore-legs and raises his axe before striking it down, nearly slicing right through her bone. The mare shrieks and thrashes as he raises the axe again and strikes her leg again ,this time severing it completely and cutting her side as it moves past. He tosses the severed limb into the crowd and does the same with her other fore-leg, this time picking it up in his beak to lap at the blood drooling across it. The mare, now unable to move shivers and twitches as her blood rapidly drains from her, the griffon removes his helmet and looks to Avian for direction. He motions to the side and he drags her to a cart, but not before he starts to tear the flesh off the leg in his mouth, though it's clear he doesn't like the feel of the fur in his mouth. As he throws her into the cart she's stopped moving and her blood has run dry.
Lyra starts to sob loudly behind Applejack, unable to cope with what she was seeing. Applejack looks away too, thoroughly disgusted by the sight. The griffon returns to his kings side and puts his helmet back on before discarding what's left of his snack into the crowd as well.
"I think you've made your point." Avian says, laughing loudly, "And that is why you will do as your told, maybe, if your lucky, we'll kill you painlessly, maybe."
The rows upon rows of ponies are stunned, many of which hove vomited onto the dirt in their disgust. One daring pony even makes tries to run, but only tugs at the two ponies he's tied to.
"Commanders," Avian says, "I leave it to you to sort our cattle, once you've finished come to the castle to celebrate our success." The commanders nod and thank him for the trust he has put into them.
Lord Avian turns to leave, motioning for a still full cart to follow him, as well as the cart with the princesses. The commanders watch them as they head down the road to the very back of the city, to the castle they managed to build from metal plates and rubble of buildings that had fallen into disrepair.
With his departure the commanders quietly converse amongst each other, then turn back to the crowd.
A commander steps forward, "Everyone listen up!" The griffoness shouts.
"I am Freya!" She shouts, "High Commander of Lord Avian's vast armies, my words are as his, law."
"Any that are sick, wounded or too weak to work to the right, the rest, to the left!" She commands.
The ponies all look at her confused, some even rattling their chains to remind her that they can't do as she says.
She growls and drags her claws down her face, "Idiots! Start unchaining them and sort them!" She shouts at the guards.
Most of them yelp and get to work, inspecting each pony and telling them which way to go. Applejack, at the front of the line, is told to go to the left, much to her relief, though a life of hard labor didn't sound pleasing, it was better than any alternatives she'd seen so far. Lyra is also told to move to the left, and she moves next to Applejack.
"D-do you think we can get out of here?" She asks as quietly as possible.
"Ah don't know, there's too many to fight, an' they have those crystals keepin us weak." AJ whispers back.
She looks around, and spots a griffon eyeing her as he walks towards the High Commander. He gets her attention, much to her annoyance and he whispers something into her ear and points at Applejack.
She gulps hard and starts to sweat, was he turning her in for talking? The High commander turns and starts to walk towards her.
"You." Freya says, "State your name."
"W-well... it's uh... Applejack." She says timidly.
"Looks like you're right..." She says to the other griffon, "Inform the other commanders that I have more pressing matters to tend to."
"Right away, Ma'am" He says with a salute.
"So, why don't you come with me... Applejack." Freya says with a devilish grin.
State of Affairs
"W-what? Why!?" Applejack asks.
"You dare speak against your better?!?" Freya says angrily.
Freya grabs Applejack by the neck with one of her claws, digging them in and drawing a little blood.
"S-sorry!" Applejack says strained.
"You will be..." Freya growls.
"No! Stop it! Let go of her! You're a monster!" Lyra cries out.
Freya glances at her, "What?"
"Please don't hurt her!" Lyra pleads, holding onto Applejack.
Freya whistles and motions towards Lyra, a moment later two guards are on her, pushing her to the ground. She struggles under the griffons, reaching for Applejack for help.
"Now then, Applejack." Freya pronounces, "I want to show you around our.... home."
"Uh... n-no that's ok, ah think ah'll be fine right here." Applejack says nervously.
"No, really... I insist." Freya whispers into her ear.
"NO! AJ!" Lyra shouts.
The guards holding her finally grow tired of her struggles and shouting, one grabs his mace and whacks it against one of her hind legs, making a cracking sound. Lyra screams herself hoarse from the hit, making her leg bend at an odd angle and start to swell.
"Ugh! Idiots! Take her with the rest, she's no use to us anymore." Freya says with a groan of annoyance.
The guards chuckle at Lyra as they drag her off, intentionally by her broken leg. She uses her hooves to paw at the ground, trying anything to stop herself from being dragged off.
"N-no..." Applejack strains to say.
"Now then, if you think you can behave and follow the leader," Freya points at herself, "We can go without the need for a leash." Freya points to a rack lined with iron collars and leashes.
"Al-right." Applejack says hoarsely.
"Good." Freya releases her vice grip on her neck.
Freya then turns and starts to walk off, she stops abruptly when she notices AJ's not following yet, she looks back with a glare to see her rubbing at the small holes in her neck. Applejack gulps when she sees the look she's being given and moves forward, following close behind Freya.
They move past the group on the right, most of which are sobbing and scared senseless at what's going to happen to then, occasionally one of them is dragged off by a griffon while the rest wait for their turn.
Freya follows behind the latest one to be taken from the group, Applejack recognizes her as Octavia, ponyville's resident musician. As she's being dragged off Applejack can clearly see that her fore-legs are busted and bleeding, making her one of the injured. Applejack gulps as she follows, looking ahead at the area in front of them.
The area is fairly busy, carts coming and going, the full ones are full of headless pony corpses. Applejack stops for a moment and stares at the cart, only to by brought out of it by Freya clearing her throat.
Applejack starts to sweat as she walks forward again, heading the same way as the empty carts were headed. Just down the road is the area right outside the large cages near the gatehouse, many ponies are already being filed into them and talking amongst each other.
"Wait here." Freya says to applejack, setting her down on a bench with several other griffons sitting there already.
Applejack looks around nervously, and the griffons lick their beaks as they stare at her. She looks away, watching Freya as she walks to the spot were the cages connect.
"Listen up!" She yells, "Some of you are going to claw picked for a certain.... program were going to start."
"The details of which are.... classified." Freya says, "But don't be alarmed, those that are picked may find it that they rather enjoy what we have in mind..."
Freya chuckles and returns shortly after, "This way." She points to an area next to the holding areas.
Applejack stands and walks in front of her this time. Watching in abject horror at what's in front of her. A blood-stained tree stump is out by it's self, with a big, angry-looking griffon waiting with a wide curved axe. With two younger looking griffons around him, asking him questions. He doesn't respond to any of them and quietly waits. Shortly after a griffon calls for help from behind them and the group rush to the source. Applejack looks to the source, Octavia is struggling and thrashing in a griffons claws as several more grab onto her.
Her screams can be heard from afar, "No! Let go! Stop it!"
Applejack tries to run to help her, but is quickly stopped by Freya biting her tail and yanking it back, tripping her and making land face first into the dirt.
The griffons fight with Octavia for a moment until they grab her good legs and stop her from kicking anymore. The three griffons all work together to pin her on the stump at the executioner growls at her. She struggles even more, managing to make the griffons work to keep her still.
"N-no! Please! No!" Octavia begs, tears streaming from her eyes.
The executioner looks down at her and hefts his axe up preparing to strike. Octavia's eyes shrink and she screams out in fear, her struggles stop for a moment as her bladder lets loose in fear, a stream of urine spilling out onto the dirt. The young griffons can barely hold back their laughter at her peeing herself in front of them. The executioner growls again and slams the axe down against the stump, startling the griffons and severing Octavia's head in a single swing.
Her head falls of the side of the stump, facing Applejack, her eyes blinks once then her lips start moving, but no sound comes out.
"NO!" Applejack screams.
The guards notice her loud scream and look annoyed at her, but once they spot Freya, they turn away and continue their duties. The young griffons pick up Octavia, the one that picks up her head uses his claws to move her jaw, making it look like she's trying to talk, the other griffons laugh at his antics, until the executioner points behind him and they get back to work, hauling the body and head over to a pile of other heads and bodies that are being loaded up into carts. He then looks to Applejack and picks up his axe again, idly tracing his claws across the side of his axe.
"No, w-why are ya killin them?" Applejack asks Freya, "They could have gotten better!"
"Oh, but Applejack, that would take more resources than what their worth, putting them down now is much better then letting them suffer until we're hungry." Freya says.
"No... they, they coulda healed..." Applejack says, clearly in denial.
Freya drags her over to the stump, where Octavia just was. The griffon grins and licks his beak, he likes her. Applejack stares at him with one part fear and one part horror as he reaches for her, but much to her relief Freya stops him, "Bring out the next one." She says.
The executioner nods and motions for his crew to bring out the next one. The young griffons head towards an area out of sight and return shortly after with Lyra. Applejack's jaw hangs open as she's dragged over, lightly struggling as she's pulled. Her struggles increase once she spots the bloody stump and the executioner with his axe.
"No! Nononononono!" Lyra cries out.
The young griffons lay her out across the stump and she shakes her head vigorously, "No! Wait! Y-you can fuck me! I n-never had sex before! I-it'll be good for you! Please!" She says, panting and weeping hard.
The young griffons release their grip on her, their minds reeling at the implications of the offer. Lyra turns her backside towards them and lifts her tail, revealing her sex to them and tries to spread her legs, but her broken leg only twitches in place. A faint feminine smell hits them soon after, making them drool in desire.
Lyra looks back at them and whimpers in fear, hoping they were enjoying the view of her body enough to spare her. Hope slowly fills her at the sight of their lust addled faces, she gives them her best attempt at a naughty smile, but only looks nervous as one of them moves closer.
Hungry for a taste, a slick, younger griffon leans forward and slips his beak between her folds and laps at her damp insides with her short bird-tongue. Lyra shivers and whines, foreign, but not unwelcome feelings fill her to her core, she tenses and closes her eyes, which is the only thing she can manage to do at the moment. The griffon groans in delight, tasting her exquisitely sweet taste more the deeper his tongue probs. He pushes his beak more firmly, hungry for her juices.
Lyra let's a shaky moan escape her lips, "I've n-never had someone's face down there!"
Her tail swishes about as her pussy starts to moisten and drool fluids down the slick griffons beak and neck. A few droplets splatter down across the side of the stump and onto the ground as her fear leaves her to make way for the pleasure radiating from her nethers. The griffon's eyes start to roll back as his hard cock slaps against his belly; all he can think about is mating and filling her belly with his sticky cum!
He grabs his bird prick and mounts her properly to line up with her slick cunt lips, making lyra gasp and look back, "P-please be g-gentle..." She whispers timidly.
Her words are lost on the horny griffon, as he gives a forceful thrust. There's a slight resistance, then a sudden give, and the once virgin pony gives a tiny squeal. As he slides into her unsullied depths, she gives a shaky groan of discomfort, his cock is covered in small, prickly nubs that grind very unpleasantly against her unused and sensitive inner flesh. The extra horny, and extra pent-up griffon is completely engulfed inside of her in no time at all. Her body-temperature is much higher than a griffons might be, making him feel like he's going to melt just being sheathed inside of her mare snatch.
He starts to eagerly thrust his hips against her, slapping his hips against her plump rear and taking a moment to enjoy every little squeeze she gives as he does. It's enough to make him addicted to the sensation instantly, and like an addict, he can only think about getting more. The griffon grins as he slaps against her back, pressing his cockhead deeper inside her sloppy marehood. With only pleasing his baser instincts in control, the griffon grabs ahold of her tail and yanks it up painfully, making her yelp and clench hard around his cock.
"Ow... y-you're hurting me..." Lyra says to him, hoping he would stop there and just continue fucking her.
But her hopes are firmly dashed when his other talon grabs ahold of her hand and shoves it down against the stump as he delivers a slap to hindquarters, then another and a third, and every slap is accompanied by a hard squeeze around his cock from her tensing up, and just like that it clicks in his mind, the more she's hurt the better it'll feel for him. With this new knowledge he snaps his back against her neck, and pinches her lightly. Suddenly Lyra remembers that it' a griffon on her back, a horny, carnivorous griffon. She whimpers and cowers below him, powerless to do little more the clench her tight pussy around his cock to get him off.
Lost in his lust, the slick griffon growls and says, "Yeah, take my cock!"
He yanks her head back to look at him, and Lyra, in her panic says, "Y-you're so big, and- and all swollen?" She finishes with a whimper, hoping that's what he was looking for.
He releases her and starts to buck against her harder and harder, eager to get off. With every impact Lyra can only grunt and shiver, though she has very, very mixed feelings about what was happening the unpleasant stimulation from his barbs has slowly turned into a numb, tingling sensation. The griffons pants become hot and heavier the faster her thrusts, clearly closing in on his peak. Suddenly lyra's mare-pussy clamps down and wrings his cock hard as she cums, without completely realizing it herself, her every muscle squeezes over his length from his base to the crown. She trembles and whimpers, spraying hot juices out against his crotch as he hilts and moans shakily.
Just as the two of them are locked in orgasm, the executioner makes his move and slams his axe down, severing Lyra's head. Her eyes shoot open as her head rolls off the side of the stump and faces towards her now headless body as it's pumped full of hot griffon cum, she tries to call for help but no sound comes from her lips as her eyes fade and she dies. The griffon rides out his orgasm for as long as possible, making sure to drain every drop out of his reserves. He finally slumps down after he's finished, thoroughly exhausted, he pants for a few moments until he hears the growl from above him. He panics and backs away, "S-sorry boss! I-I uh..."
"Get back to work." He states.
The griffon nods and helps the others drag Lyra's raped corpse to the pile as they start eagerly asking him questions about the experience.
Back at the stump, Applejack is stunned, staring blankly at the stump at what she just saw. Freya slides up next to her and idle licks her beak, the blood from the clean cuts had splashed onto her and AJ's face, once her beak is mostly clean she licks a few drops off of Applejacks face and then whispers into her ear, "Seeing your pathetic race die gets me really, hot and bothered." Freya says quietly and breathily, "And as much as I would like to take care of it now, we have other places to be."
Freya wraps her wing around Applejack as they walk past the cages again, she looks towards them, looking for any sign of her family, but the bars prevent her from getting a good look, and before she realizes it she's being taken into a building off the streets. The first room looks like some kind of office, but no one's present.
Freya growls, "Where are those slackers?"
Applejack is pulled along as Freya heads past the front desk and into a long hallway with metal plated doors on either side, the further the go down the hall the colder it gets, soon their breath is coming out like fog, owning to the cold temperature. At the end of the hall they start to hear muffled talking and girlish giggles coming from behind one of the doors. Freya opens it and looks inside. A pair of griffonesses are inside, one of them is straddling the hips of a headless pony body, while the other is waving a red stone around another body, making the chlled body twitch as his shaft starts to stiffen somehow. Applejack waits outside of the door, occasionally looking down the hall, thinking about running for it, but there was no way she would make it far.
Freya clear her throat, "What. The hell. Is going on here?"
Both of them freeze and look at her, with a caught-in-the-act look on their faces, the two of them look at each other and gulp.
"Well? I'm waiting." Freya says.
"W-we got bored and well..." One of them says, quickly cut off by the other, "And we wanted to try something, with this uh... stone."
The stone in question is held out to give the High Commander a look, it's blood red in color and pulses occasionally.
"What does it do?" Freya says with a glare.
"I-I got from a... uh v-voodoo doctor, he said it can move around blood an-and well we thought it could make... th-them hard again and, well it..." She says embarrassed to her superior.
"Show me." Freya commands.
The griffoness waves the stone around in circles, making the body twitch slightly as blood is moved around it's stiff cold innards. Eventually her waving makes the shaft start to straighten out and harden, almost as if it was alive. The other griffoness straddling a stallion's body starts to slowly resume what she was doing, her hips roll and thrust the stiff flesh into her dripping sex.
Freya looks at her in shock, but she only moans, evidently liking that she was watching her be so depraved. Freya flashes a look of disgust and looks to the other griffon, she was lowering the other body with a goofy grin on her face, apparently having a similar idea.
"I- I don't even- UGH!" Freya is at a loss for words, "Get back. To your posts. NOW!" She screams at them.
They quickly stop and run down the hall back to the office area up front, dropping the red stone in the rush.
Freya growls and drags her claws down across her face before picking up the small stone, she looks to the door next, spotting Applejack's tail curled around her flank on the floor, she was patiently waiting for her outside.
She exits the room and looks to AJ, "Sorry about that, I'm surrounded by idiots!" She half yells down the hall, fuming at the griffons up front.
A moment later, "Sorry!" Comes from down the hall.
"Ok, now where were we... oh yeah!" Freya exclaims to herself.
"U-uhmmm, yer bleedin' a bit." Applejack says cautiously.
Freya brushes her talon across her face and sees that a small amount of blood is oozing out from the claw marks she just made.
"Irrelevant." Freya says as she walks down the hall to the receptionists.
The griffons are hard at work, or at least trying to look like they are, bundling together sheets of paper and filing them away.
"Give me the cooler dossier." Freya says.
"All of those are filed away, over there..." The griffoness says.
Freya walks over to the filing cabinet and starts to flip through the papers inside. Applejack waits quietly occasionally glancing at the griffons as they nervously keeping filing papers away.
Freya finally turns around, "Ok, know where we're going now," Freya pauses, "But you two! Your entire department is going to be reviewed, VERY SOON!"
The griffons yelp and start to work harder and faster as Freya walks back down the hall way to door number six. She opens the door and steps inside, this time dragging AJ along with her. Inside are several hooks protruding from the ceiling, near the back the various hooks are attached to chains holding up headless pony corpses. Applejack gulps hard and tries to back away, but is held fast by Freya, "And where do you think you're going?"
Applejack plants her hooves firmly to stop from getting any closer, but without her strength she's eventually dragged up to the first body.
It's clearly a stallion, well toned legs and body, with a pair of wings hanging limply from his back. Upon closer inspection, the faint remainder of his cutie mark can be seen, a lightning bolt striking what looks like air, and then it clicks in her head, this is, or rather was, Soarin.
Applejack tries to back away, but is still held firm, "Did you know this one?" Freya asks, "I remember him, I was the one that took him down, quite a fighter this one."
Applejack's face starts to twist in disgust, "He honestly thought he could take me, heh."
Freya leans closer and whispers into her ear, "You should see his face... the surprise of when I took his head clean off."
"S-stop it..." Applejack says, "A-ah dont want ta hear bout' it."
"You're right, lets move onto the next one." Freya says as they walk in tandem past Soarin to the next body.
The next is body is a mare, but other than that, nothing to speak of. A closer look reveals her to be Mayor Mare, if the ribboned scroll on her flank is any indication.
"She thought she could make a deal with us, the troops thought it was so funny she brought her to me." Freya says, "I laughed right in her face as they broke her neck, watched her choke on her own blood as she died."
Applejack starts to breathe shakily, thinking about the terror running through their minds as they were killed. Freya pick up on this and moves on to the next body in the back of the room.
The last one is that of a stallion, and without even looking for his cutie mark she knows who it is, "M-Mac?" She says in shock.
"Found him in the barn on the farm we found you at, he was protecting a stupid little foal, and I got to hand it to him, the crystals took a while to really weaken him, he must've killed at least four of my troops."
"But in the end he fell, they all fell, everyone in your worthless little town, all gone, or rather are here now." Freya arcs her wings and points all around her with a talon.
Her wing settles across Applejack's back as she listens to the growing whimpering. She starts to sniffle and tremble as Freya grabs her shoulders and looks into her eyes, savoring the pain welling up in them.
"How does it feel to know your....." Freya glances at the body, "Brother? Died a horrible death and now is nothing more than meat on a hook?"
Applejack closes her eyes and starts to cry, to broken up about her brothers death to do anything else.
Freya then pushes her down onto the ground and pins her under one of her back paws as her talons reach for the ceiling mounted hooks. She grabs one in each claw and wraps the chains around Applejack's forelegs, hooking the chains together to keep them tied. She lets go of the chains and they pull her up slightly, enough to keep her facing forward.
Freya watches Applejack as she cries and whimpers, shaking her head in denial, it's enough to make a heat rise within her. She sits down and traces a claw down her front, lightly teasing herself with her sharp claws.
Applejack looks at her with a blank look in her eyes, watching as her claws reach her moist twat as the faint smell of feminine arousal fills the room, she lets out a happy, contented sigh as her claws start to stroke over her entrance. Applejack perks up a bit and cringes at the sight, her captor and tormentor was starting to touch herself to the thought of what she did to her victims, it's enough to make AJ feel sick to her core.
Freya notices the sickened look of her captive's face, "Like I said, watching your pathetic race die gets me so, hot!" She says breathily, while glancing at her former victims buff, burly body.
"Mmhmm," Freya moans, "He's so big! I'll bet that's not the only part of him that's big..."
Applejack starts to heave at the mere thought of the implications as Freya lowers the chain Big Mac is impaled on and removes the bloodied hook. Freya's butt faces Applejack as several claws piston in and out of her quivering flesh, her tail flicks in excitement as her claws curl and twist inside of her, threateningly scraping her own sharp claws across her most sensitive area.
Meanwhile in the front she looks over his well toned muscles and large pair of balls, with the blood red stone she held onto, she waves it around his body, making it twitch as blood is moved around and into his shaft. Freya's eyes grow wider the more he fills out, dwarfing griffon cocks by a wide margin, her claws thrusting faster at the thought of forcing that monster into her.
His titan of a cock stands firm, at least a foot in length. Despite how drippingly wet Freya's snatch is, she doubts she could take him in smoothly with out some added help. She inches her face close, rubbing her face across his sizable balls as she trails her tongue up to the tip. She shifts to the side, making sure Applejack can see as she gently licks his stiff, cold cock.
AJ can't seem to tear her eyes away as she opens her beak and starts to engulf it in warm wetness. A moaning sigh escapes her, her mouth is instantly filled to capacity and she's barely taken the head. Her hind legs quiver as her beak and tongue roll across the stiffened flesh.
Freya pants and shoves herself down, forcing the wide blunt head to stretch her jaw wider. She tries to take it slow, easing her way toward the base. Determination crosses her face as the first few inches start to spread her throat, bulging her neck out from the sheer girth.
Finally she takes a deep breathy and pushes her head down hard, ramming several inches into her gullet. She takes another deep breath before ramming herself down again, forced to angle herself to fit the last couple of inches inside. As her beak presses into Big Mac's sheath, Freya moans throatily, moving her tongue around as much as possible to slather it in spit, all while her talons piston in and out of her drooling snatch, all while Applejack is watching in stunned silence.
She slowly starts to struggle, if only to get away from the sight of her brother's corpse being defiled by a griffon. Her struggles however, are in vain, the chains hold is strong and the more she struggles to be free, the more her fur gets pinched between the chain links, painfully tugging the strands. She eventually resigns to hang there like a piece of meat, something that in all likelihood could happen to her soon.
Her head goes limp, staring mostly at the floor, but she can still see what's going on at the top of her vision, meanwhile Freya's self control vanishes. She let's out a loud cry, clenching her quaking thighs, she utterly creams herself in front of AJ. Her legs and paws are completely drenched in semi-transparent griffoness honey as she trembles and twitches, even squirting a little in delight.
With a dim look on her face, Freya extracts the bulky cock from her throat and heaves for air. She looks back at Applejack and smiles weakly, lapping around her beak teasingly.
"You didn't tell me your brother was so good at this." Freya says tauntingly.
Applejack shakes her head and looks away, disgusted to no end by Freya's lack of ethics. This only makes her captor purr in content, filling her with a deep satisfaction that she could induce such despair into a pony like her.
"Mmhmmm... Maybe when I'm done you can have a turn with this stud," Freya straddles Big Mac's hips, "I'm sure he has the stamina to please us both!" She giggles right after, playfully rubbing in the death of her brother.
Applejack's face turns to agony again, tears running down her face, "Stop it... please...." She says quietly.
Her words are, of course, ignored as Freya rubs her soaked pussy against the thickness between her thighs. Unwilling to wait a second longer, Freya reaches down and points his shaft upwards. She slides forward and lines up his swollen crown with her slit.
With a wiggle of her hips she starts her slow decent, reeling in delight as the thick cock spreads her farther than she ever thought possible. Inch after inch forces it's way past her tightly stretched pussy, reaching deeper than any other cock has before. By the time the medial ring is flush with her outer petals, the feeling of fullness is overwhelming. Freya excitedly pushes herself down, eager to stuff herself to the brim.
When at last she sinks to the bottom, Freya feels gloriously full and impaled on the stiff cock below her. Her face contorts in pleasure as her inhibitions let loose, she clenches and squeezes hard as several spurts of her feminine juices force their way out.
"O-ooh-hhhh...." Freya moans out as her eyes roll back.
She plants her talons on her male's chest and starts to rise then urgently drops back down, slamming her hips against Mac's forcing her deepest reaches to stretch to accommodate the extra girthy pony cock. Every single thrust makes her groan in utter delight, curling her paws and eyes rolling back, and all she can do is needily buck against him for more.
Her groans and sighs of bliss are not loss on Applejack, who has closed her eyes to not have to watch anymore, but she could still hear the tell tale slap of the extremely horny griffon's hips against her now dead brother, the more she tries not to think about it, the harder it becomes not to. The strain of being in such a nightmare is slowly getting to her.
Finally she can take no more, "NO! STOP IT! GIT OFF HIM!" Applejack screams, in a desperate attempt to make it stop.
Freya only shivers hard and cums her griffoness juices all over her male's hips. The looks back with a look of sadistic glee, "Never, I am going to take this cock home with me, and use it every night." She finishes with a cruel laugh.
Applejack shakes her head hard and sobs loudly, she felt so powerless, there was nothing she could do, not anymore. Even if she was somehow rescued from this never-ending nightmare, she wasn't sure she could have any sort of life worth living, and in that moment, her struggles stop and she falls limp. Deathly silent and staring at the floor.
Freya can see her will has finally broken, and it fills her with pure joy, sadistic, maniac joy. She redoubles her efforts, pisioning herself up and down and get off again. It's not long before the pleasure is just too much. Her world goes white and she gives a shuddering cry, climaxing hard on her new toy. She writhes and spastically squirt griffon-honey all over the place, splashing down to the floor and starting to form a shallow pool. Wave after wave of ecstasy sweeps through her body as she starts to come down from her high.
Panting hard and nearly unconscious Freya lifts herself up and turns to face Applejack, who's still blankly staring at the floor. The dishearted look on her face is all the indication needed to know she's given up on life.
"Oohhhhh... Applejack... Are you feeling ok?" Freya asks with a mocking tone and a pout.
"Because, if you're not feeling so well, I could see to it that you join your brother." Freya cups her face to look at those broken, blank eyes, "I'm sure he would love to see you again."
"D-do it... ah want ta die..." Applejack says flatly, "You win, ya monsters..."
Freya chuckles and stretches her tired muscles. With quick talons the two ceiling hooks release their hold on Applejack and let her drop to the floor. She falls without a sound, and makes no efforts to move as Freya hefts her over her back. Applejack is then carried out of the cooler and down past the receptionists, that are still trying to look busy. Their further incompetence is ignored as Freya walks past, but she does growl at them in anger.
Once their out into the streets, things have calmed down. Not as many griffons are frantically running around to keep up with their assigned tasks, the only indication that anyone is around are the lights coming from within the mess hall. Freya heads quickly to the execution area, as much as she would like to spend some more time with her victim, she was going to start running late for the dinner party with Lord Avian if she took much longer here.
Just as she's arriving she spots the executioner turning to leave after an innumerable amount of beheadings today. Her brisk walk turns to a sprint to catch up with him faster.
"Wait! We have one more!" Freya calls out as she draws near.
The executioner stops and turns with a sour look, until he notices it's the High Commander.
"Oh, MI' lady." He says in suprise.
"Take care of this one and have it shipped to the castle pronto, meat like this belongs at the feast, and send the head to the castle too." She pants for a moment, "This is a priority! Now I need to go now, I can't be late."
She unceremoniously drops Applejack on the ground and takes to the skies, flapping her wings extra hard to get to the castle in time.
The executioner whistles for his apprentices to come over, they all quickly arrive, lest they further anger him.
"We got a priority from the High Commander herself, last one for the night." The trio of young griffons all lift up Applejack over to the bloodied stump and brush her mane to the side to clear her neck, all the while Applejack blankly stares forward, not making a single sound. The executioner yanks his axe out of the stump and lines it up with her neck. Applejack winces, a sudden spike of fear consuming her as her death draws near. Then the axe comes down, severing her head with a look of distraught on it. Her headless body slides to the ground and starts to twitch violently, quickly turning into thrashing as her neurons fire wildly for direction from the brain that they were no longer connected to. Blood gushes out in spurts from the neck wound, adding another layer to the bloodied stump. Without her body, Applejack's head pants in terror as the world around her starts to fade away into nothing, with her last breath her face remains distraught and fearful.
As her body's movements start to slow to a stop the executioner pins it under a claw, "Hm, got a whole lot of energy for a broken mare, no wonder Freya took interest in this one." The executioner then slams the axe back in to the stump, "Take her to be cleaned up first, then to the castle."
The young griffons all nod as he walks off to take a much needed break, leaving the griffons alone.
"Grrrr, Why do we have to do this?" One of the griffons say.
"Well, we did sign up for it..." Another says.
"Oh shut it Flaps! You know as well as I do that this is not how any of us saw this job going!" The first griffon says.
"Well, no, but we had to start somewhere Hawk." Flaps says.
"Well I was hoping to do some killing myself, but instead I'm just an errand-bird! It's not fair!" The last one says angrily.
"I know what you mean Altair, I mean what's the worst that could happen if we killed one or two." Hawk says wishfully.
"C'mon, we gotta get going, priority?" Flaps griffon says.
"Ughh! Fine!" Hawk says sarcastically.
Altair and Flaps work in tandem to carry Applejack's lifeless body while Hawk tucks her severed head under his wing. Soon after they depart down the road to the butchers.
"I really wish I could bed a hot piece of bird." Flaps thinks out loud as they walk.
"Who, Freya? She wouldn't even think twice about us." Altair says.
"What? No, she's kinda stuck up when she's trying to impress Avian." Hawk steps in front of the others and walks backwards, "Like really, she's so demanding and dominant, she would tear us apart."
"Well, there are plenty of poines around, it's not like one of them would try to say no, like that other mare from earlier, she was willing to give her virginity up just to stay alive." Altair says.
"Oh.... ummm, are you sure that would be ok? I mean, they are kinda food..." Flaps says.
"Exactly! We can offer protection in exchange for their tight holes!" Hawk says excitedly.
"Why wait? We got this one right here..." Flaps says, motioning to Applejack's body.
"Well.... I guess if we were really fast, but we should get to the butcher first, that way we wont have to take her far afterwards." Altair says.
The trio quickly walk to the butchers place, and circle around to the back door and set Applejack down on her side with her tail pinned between her leg, almost as if she was attempting to hide her private region from the prying eyes of the griffons. Hawk sets her head down by her bloody neck wound, looking up to remind them of her final moments.
The three of them look at one another with a nervous smile before making a move. Hawk, being the most confident among them moves in first, he grabs hold of her hind leg and lifts it up, allowing him to move her tail out of the way to reveal a pair of dark orange teats along with her puffy twat and untouched ponut. Hawk licks the edge of his beak while the others stare in amazement at the sight of Applejack's mare pussy.
Only a moment passes before the Altair and Flaps walk over for a closer look, "Wow, I can't believe it..." Flaps says dumfounded.
"It looks so tantalizing..." Altair says under his breath.
The two of them settle on either side of Applejack and can barely contain their excitement, every one of them soon start to run their talons over her still soft fur, feeling over every inch of her sides before shifting her to let her hind legs splay out and expose her chest and belly. Flaps' claws roam across her belly, before settling on those dark orange mounds just above her slit. He tweaks a nipple between his talons, stroking across her side with other claw, feeling his barbed griffon-cock engorge as he thinks about boneing her.
"Mmhph, I bet she could take us all on..." Flaps says dreamily.
Altair on the other claw however takes more interest in her pretty face, he takes hold of her severed head and stares into her distraught, glossy eyes. He brings her head to his own, closing his eyes as he parts his beak meeting her slack mouth with his tongue. He twirls around the limp muscle, savoring every inch of her mouth his tongue can reach. As he holds her head to his, his own griffon cock hardens. He lets a muffled moan into her mouth, eagerly anticipating have sex for the first time, even if it was just with the severed head of a lowly pony. He withdraws his beak from her mouth and lowers it to his cock, he grinds his cock across her face, smearing precum and his musk into her fur.
As Altair dry humps Applejack's severed head his thoughts are consumed with sex, "G-gonna bone you so hard!" He says excitedly.
Hawk, being the only one of the three of them actually have sex, decides he wants to taste this mare, after all she was basically food anyways. He draws closer to her, licking the edge of his beak as his eyes fixate on the mare's practically unsoiled twat. He impatiently buries his face into her pussy, using his beak to spread her open to really dig in. With his vision consumed with her thighs and pussy, he has little choice but to lap eagerly with his short tongue, gathering up what little remains of her juices into his mouth, which only makes him want more. His talons soon wrap around her but to hold her as he pushes himself in further, his beak is soon engulfed by barely warm sticky flesh. His face is quickly made sticky and wet from squishing out around Applejack's tightly stretched vagina, some of which drips onto the ground.
While Hawk eagerly eats out Applejack's pussy, Flaps grows more impatient. He latches onto her side and starts to thrust his hips against her, rubbing his cock across her fur and sending an electric sensation up his spine. Though the sensation of soft fur against his cock is pleasant, it only serves to frustrate him more and he speeds his thrusts, rocking her body as he grinds and slaps his cock against her side. The sensations grow stronger and stronger, driving him mad for more. He stands up shakily and steps over before sitting down on her chest, firmly planting his shaft and balls down against more fur.
As his hips start to shift, sliding himself along her chest-fur he moans out, "M-more... more!"
He then leans forward and plants his claws on her belly, applying a fair amount of pressure to her middle. Right next to him Altair has gotten to the point that he wants to do more than rub his cock across her lifeless face, and pries her jaw wide open.
As he places his tip on her limply hanging tongue he moans out, "S-so good..."
He shoves her head down, gliding his pointed cock-head in and bulging out her cheeks slightly as his inches vanish into her slack mouth. With how tense she was during her death, he has to fight to get more of his barbed cock into her mouth, but eventually he makes her flesh part and his cock enters her tight, still-warm throat. His eyes bulge at the sudden tightness surrounding his member, and it drives him to hold her head in place as he moves his hips faster, backing against her face to shove his prick home. Altair can't even hope to keep quiet as he experiences incredible sex with his lifeless partner and his moans only grow louder as his orgasm rapidly approaches, he cries out and falls back, clutching her head to his crotch as he unloads every drop into the back of her throat, several spurts of which go clean through her throat and land on the ground.
He soon collapses, leaving her head impaled on his cock as he pants heavily from his first-ever orgasm. Nearby, Hawk is still eating out Applejack's sodden pussy, apparently enjoying it so much that his talons have wrapped around his cock and eagerly jerk it as he moans and laps at her insides. Flaps is still right above him, eager grinding his cock against her fur in an effort to get off, and after several minutes of doing so his breath catches in his throat and his face turn into a silent scream as his cock fires several spurts out across her belly, and he leans forward even more, settling his weight onto her even more, and that push was the last thing needed.
Fluids begin to drain from her vulva, smelling somewhat strong and making Hawk freeze. The fluids had splashed out across his face and beak and causing hi to jerk back in surprise and disgust, "UUGH!!!" He cries out, her tightly held bladder had released on his face. He coughs a few times in his disgust and buries his face into the dirt and rubs vigorously against it, dirtying his face but at least drying the urine a bit. The other two realize what happened soon after and burst out laughing at him, Altair even rolling around in the dirt from laughing so hard.
But their laughter is short lived, the door to the butcher soon bursts open revealing an angry, but fancy looking griffon behind it, "Vat is going on here!" He asks.
The trio all freeze and look at him in horror, Hawk is the first to move, "I'm very sorry! Please don't tell our boss!" He finishes pleadingly.
"You ask much of Gustave... But I'll look the other way this time, now why do you three have zat body?" Gustave Le Grand asks.
"It-it's a priority ship, straight to the castle." Flaps says timidly.
"Zen bring her in, I ave' much to do zen." Gustave says.
Altair picks up the head while Hawk and Flaps pick the rest of her up and bring her inside and set her down. They all look around the room, it's a dank but functional kitchen, various utensils hang from hooks all around the room from pots to pans to knives and just about every other cooking utensil available.
"Leave me, wait outside." Gustave says, the trio nod and step back out into the cool night air and wait for him to finish.
Now alone, Gustave picks up Applejack's body and sets her on the counter and places her head next to her body. He turns and leaves the room and returns moments later with a large silver tray with specific utensils, a pair of crystal-powered clippers, a special set of knives and a pair of pliers.
He starts with the clippers and begins to shave every inch of Applejack's fur, it falls to the floor in clumps. After he's finished clipping her fur, all that's left is her tail, which he messily bites off and discards into the pile of fur.
Next he grabs a curved knife and makes several cuts along her bared skin, giving any remaining blood a chance to drain out. Once he's satisfied that there's not much if any blood left he jabs the knife into her belly and slices it open, he then slides her into his sink and proceeds to rip organ after organ out and leave them in the sink, next he uses the knife to cut out her intestines but leaves behind her womb, the castle cooks would appreciate that. With her chest and bell thoroughly emptied out he pushes the loose flaps of skin together and leaves the room again.
Gustave returns after a short time with a big bag of ice and dumps it into the sink to chill her body to preserve it for a little while. He then picks up her head and stares at it for a moment, "Ah, let us make you presentable for ze elites."
He takes her head into the next room over and sets her head sown atop a stand and gets to work. With what little he has he braids her mane and fixes her facial muscles to at least look as though she was smiling, but her eyes still reflect her dismay. With that taken care of he takes her back into the kitchen and opens the back door.
"I am finished, now it is your turn delinquents." Gustave says as her passes AJ's head to Hawk.
"Thank you sir, we wont be taking any more... uh.... detours." Hawk says.
The remaining griffons retrieve Applejack's chilled body and head towards the castle, they move as quickly as they can without making a mistake and upon arrival they find a huge black-armor clad griffon standing guard with a absolutely massive battle axe held at his side with the blades dug into the ground.
Hawk steps forward "Oh, uh hello We're-"
"None shall pass." The Black Knight cuts him off.
"What?" Hawk asks.
"None shall pass." The Knight repeats.
"But we need to get in." Hawk says, followed by Altair saying, "Yeah, it's urgent!"
"Then you shall die." The Black Knight simply states.
"But we're here by order of Freya!" Hawk pleads with him.
The huge clad griffon looks down at him, "I move for no Griffon."
"Ughh!" Hawk groans, this was going nowhere slowly, "Can you at least check with the commander?"
The Black Knight remains silent and holds his ground, waiting patiently for them to leave.
Moments later the front door opens and Freya steps out, "There you are! I've been waiting, what took so long!"
The young griffons yelp as she glares at them with a fury only she could have, she walks past the Black knight and motions for him to step aside, he complies and moves, remaining silent as the group passes. He returns to his post shortly after, ensuring no one short of a dragon was getting past him.
"Get her to the kitchen and inform the cooks, and I better not catch you hanging around after, or you'll be in more trouble than you could possibly imagine! Understood?" The griffons nod and rush off to the kitchen, to get out of here quickly before they got into real trouble.