AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was written before the "voices" were reviled, so yes, I know they are not gryphons, this is just my speculations from before they were reviled and my thoughts on if they were caught by the citizens of Ponyville.
so without farther ado, I present to you:
TORTURING GRYPHONS 101
As the lights come up on the carnage caused by the mob, we find two gryphons tied to chairs. “Hey, wait, can’t we just talk this out?!?!?!?” Fletcher’s question was met with an outraged no from the mob. “Fine. I know when I’m beat. Just, please tell me, what are you going to do to us?”
“Why would we do that?” the gryphon’s ear tufts perked up at the sound of the new voice. “If we told you, you would have time to prepare” the gryphon started to fret as the voice grew nearer. “First we’re going to pluck you clean. Feather. By. Feather!!”
“What?!?!? but you said you weren’t going to tell us!!”
“Maybe I was lying. Isn’t that what you did to all those ponies?” Finally the owner of the voice makes their way through the crowd. The gryphon leans to the side, trying to see around the just out of fillyhood mare standing in front of him. “Could you step aside. I’m trying to talk with the torturers kiddie.” He was stunned as she walks right up to him and stared him straight in the eyes. “Oh so you think there isn’t anything I can do to you?”
“Filly, leave before your mother misses you.”
“I AM NOT A FILLY!!!!” the mare yelled in outrage.
“Could’ve fooled me.” The gryphon hiding in a small patch of shadow smirked
“You’ll pay for this” she says with a devilish smile. “And we will enjoy every second of your suffering.”
“Gergo maybe we should stop and apologise. These ponies look like they mean business!” The mare still seething in his face.
“Shut up Fletcher.”
“Are y’all ready?” the mare asks with a very creepy smile on her face.
“There’s nothing you can do to us, filly”
“Nothing I can do, eh? Are you sure of that?”
“Boss I REALLY think we should stop while we’re ahead. Teasing this mare isn’t going to help us any.”
“Really? You're going to surrender to a little filly?” Gergo snears, malice dripping from every word. He did NOT like being tied up.
The mare turns back to the crowd and every drops silent. “I think they’ve waited long enough. Bring them forward.” The crowd starts to split in the back, as if a wedge was being driven into the solid mass of bodies.
“You’re going to regret ever messing with us. A LOT” the mare sneered at the two trussed up gryphons as the part in the crowd reaches the front. Fletcher leans to the side trying to see what the bloodthirsty crowd would part for so easily. Just walking out of the wall of bodies was two stallions, they both could have been Big Macintosh’s twins. The stallions proceed to a foot behind the mare whose name the gryphons still don’t know. “Miss Dasher.” they both say in unison.
“Thank you boys.”
“you're quite welcome ma'am.” The stallion began to retreat to the mass of ponies they came from.
“Say, boys.”
“Yes ma’am?”
“One: Stop doing that. The whole talking together thing It’s really creepy.”
“Yes ma’am”
“‘Yes ma’am”
“That’s better! Now two, would you like to help me with one more thing?
“YE.....I mean, you would have to talk to him, ma’am.” pointing at his comrade.
“That very much depends miss. We are on a schedule. So what is it you would have us do?”
“Oh nothing much....” she picks up her front right hoof, and inspects it. “....just help me torture the gryphons.”
“OH!”
“WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT THAT?!?!?!”
“Sorry miss.”
“Well ma’am I think we can spare the time to help”
“OH MY LUNA!!!! WE GET TO HELP.......” he cut off abruptly “ I mean, yay.”
“I’ll break you of that yet boy” the older stallion scolded. He then turned to the mare, who had watched the whole thing.
“I’m mighty sorry about him, he goes overboard sometimes.”
“Oh. It’s quite all right. I’m just hoping that same enthusiasm presents itself in a few minutes.”
“I hope not!!”
“Shut up you idiot.” The fouler of the two gryphons snarled. “I am so tired of your voice”
“WOW! You are a real asshole, you know that?”
“I try.”
“Alright then!! LET US BEGIN!!!” the blue mare yelled to the crowd behind her, causing them to go crazy.
“WOW!! She sure knows how to work a crowd.”
“Please sir,” she says to the younger carryer colt, “will you bring me that box you brought with you?”
“Here you are!” he walks up to Dasher and hands her a wooden box, carved with a very intricate design on the lid, and rather plain sides.
“Oh man is is gonna be so much fun!”
“If you don’t mind me asking ma’am, what’s in the box?”
“The tools we will be using today.” She says as a wicked smile spreads across her face.
“I don’t like that look......” Fletcher said, as he coward deeper into his chair.
“Wuss”
This whole time the ponies in the crowd have been yelling and cheering, but all of a sudden a hush falls over the whole room.
“That’s not a good sign.” Fletcher says as all the light except those around him and Gregor are dimmed.
All of a sudden a loud *pop* is heard.
“What was that? Are you making sure you cork gun still works? Are you going to shoot us with your cork pop gun? That’s the huge punishment?” Gregor asks as he burst into uncontrollable laughter.
“No that was the cap. This is the punishment!” she yells as a ripping sound is heard.
Immediately every ear and ear tuft is turned towards the unicorn
"And now we see how tough gryphons really are." Dasher laughs crazily.
"THESE CHIPS ARE THE BEST!!!!" she screams, almost orgasmicly.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" both gryphons scream at the same time.
*censored for younger viewers*