Gilda’s Bitch

Gilda’s stomach made a loud, ungodly noise. She grimaced and sucked air in through her teeth, using her claw to soothe it - or attempt to.

I looked at the three empty ice cream cartons. I told her to stop at one, but she wasn’t going to, and now I would be facing the results.

“That was a bad idea..” she groaned to herself, as another moan came from her belly.

She burped and sighed, breathing heavily.

Without a word of warning, a very wet ripping fart slapped out against her asscheeks, so loud it left a half second of reverberation bouncing around the walls.

Gilda chuckled breathlessly and looked up at me. “Get back there, you slut.”

I nodded and cautiously arrived at the backside of the griffon, her tail raised and ready and her legs planted firmly onto the ground.

“Remember - don’t spill a drop!”

I shivered at that command, and another juicy fart blasted me in the face for three seconds.

Celestia above... her usual farts were nauseating, but these lactose intolerant ones were something else.

Seconds letter another wet popper spilled out of her ass; long and humid, after about seven seconds it reduced to a steamy hiss.

“Don’t stand there! Get your mouth over my asshole, these farts sure feel risky.” She cackled, and I did as she told me.

I stuck my tongue out, opening my mouth wide in preparation.

Another fart spluttered out of her with a croaking sound, echoing around my mouth and filling it and my nose with the sour, unbearable scent.

The volume quickly crescendoed, and much to my unpreparedness, the gas suddenly transitioned into a hot, brown diarrhea spray.

I could feel it splatter the back of my throat in a violent jet, making a mess of my tongue and around my mouth.

The taste was immediately bitter and nutty; so bitter than I felt my eyes scrunch up and my muscles in my jaw tense.

“Ohh, yeah!” She sighed, “how’d you like my hot fudge sundae?”

It died down, and I was quick to use my tongue to lick away the little bubbly bit of shit oozing from her now closed anus.

Another watery fart cracked against my tongue, followed by another quick spurt of runny shit.

The consistency was as if someone had added a jug of water to a jar of peanut butter and mixed it together a little.

I swallowed, cringing again, and placed my mouth more over her asshole, so that it couldn’t possibly go anywhere else and make a mess.

“Ugh. Bet my chocolate milkshake tastes good, doesn’t it?” She teased, and shortly opened the floodgates again.

I could feel the entire inside of my mouth caked in sloppy, liquid shit, as it forcibly ran down the back of my tongue.

It made a disgusting squelching sound as it came out, too.

I could physically feel the feces going down my gullet and into my stomach, and it took all my strength not to gag, but Gilda was about to do something even more disgusting.

“Hey, you know what? I’m feeling a little freaky. Grab that empty soda cup, would you?”

She gestured to an empty cardboard cup laying on the floor in front of her.

“Um... are you sure? I might miss some..”

“Don’t second guess me, bitch!”

I decided to comply, and grabbed the cup for her.
Now, everything I’ve told you so far is pretty fucking disgusting, but this is where things go from gross to absolutely fucked up. This was, in fact, the first time Gilda had decided to do this. It was almost as if she was enjoying being fucking gross.

“Fill it up.” She glared at me, her tail swaying.

I silently went back to her ass, and held the rim of the cup against her twitching asshole.

A stream of diarrhea began to spray out almost immediately, and I had to tilt the cup up just to make sure none overshot onto the carpet.

“It’s full!”

“Good. Bring it here.”

I carried the now warm cup over to her, and she took it from me.

She gave it a sniff. “Ooh! Funky!”, and then, to my surprise, proceeded to drink it.

She gulped the entire cup down in one go, wiping her lips and sighing afterwards as if she’d just enjoyed a tall glass of lemonade.

I was speechless.

“That was fucking good! I don’t know what you’re complaining about!”

Maybe her tastebuds had been eroded away by all the junk food she ate, or maybe she had finally gone mad. Not only had she just downed a full cup of her own feces, but she had enjoyed it.

She burped and giggled. “Now how about you do what you do best, and feed me some more.”

She handed the cup back to me, and I once again walked around her and held it in place. With a grunt, she had it filled up in about three seconds.

When I brought it back to her she once again gulped the whole cup down, pulling me in close so her next belch could be right in my face.

“Okay, I think I almost have all that ice cream out of my system, but I feel like there’s one more cup in me.” She grinned and handed it back to me again. I was almost frozen on the spot, but forced myself back to fill it up again. Her ass was like a water fountain, spraying out the runny brown slop and filling the cup up, but this time rounding it off with a loud, wet fart, which sprayed little specks all over my face and torso. She found that hilarious.

When I went to hand the cup back to her, she paused.
“No. This time, I want you to take a sip. It would be rude of me to hog it all!”

I paused for a second before taking the smallest sip I could. I may have already eaten a lot of it, but the bitterness was just as potent as the first time.

She took the cup from me and sipped at it, licking her lips and handing it back for me to sip it again, which I did.

The griffon finished it off, sighing and throwing the cup off to one side.

“C’mere.” She gestured, and I leant in closer so that she could lick the residual shit splatter from my face.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it? But I kinda need to wash it down with something..” she grinned.

I went to pick up the cup again and go to fill it with her piss, but she stopped me.

“Oh, no. Not mine. Yours.” Her grin grew into a smirk.

“M-mine?”

“Sure. You haven’t been to the bathroom yet, I bet you need to.”

I paused. This was true, but it wasn’t a request I was expecting. I would feel embarrassed, but honestly at this point it was hard to feel embarrassed about anything.

I unzipped my pants, sighing and resting my cock just on the inside of the cup. She giggled.
“God, that is so small! No wonder you do everything I tell you, huh?”

It took me a few seconds to even coax anything out - performance anxiety if you will - but after about ten seconds, my penis twitched and a small yellow stream of piss began to fill up the cup.

She watched intently, the only sound being the quiet trickling of urine, and licked her lips again.

I managed to fill it about half way, which she didn’t really seem impressed at.

“That’s all you’ve got?” She laughed.

“Sorry.” I said quietly, but this only made her laugh more.

“Okay, So, there’s one more thing I want you to do.”

“Yeah..?”

“Get your face back in my ass, sniff this fart I’ve got brewing, and cum into that cup. The cherry on top of the cake.”

I paused. What!? Her farts were about the least arousing thing in existence. I stared at her, as if to say ‘are you kidding?’ But the look she gave me back made me know she wasn’t.

I made my way back around to the backside of the bloated griffin, being reintroduced to the foul aroma of her asshole and cheeks.

I paused for a second, looking down at my cock wilted against the half-filled cup, small residual flakes of her diarrhea still floating around in the golden-yellow liquid.

In the brief moment of silence all I could hear was the low, looming sound of Gilda’s stomach digesting and squelching; it was as if her fart was a tidal wave and I could feel its impending doom.

“I said get in there!” She used the momentum of her weighty body to bump her butt into me, almost making me drop the small cup I was holding, and forced my head between her cheeks. I can feel each slab of fat either side of my face, sucking me into the sickly unwashed softness found between; I can feel her sphincter pulse and pucker.

“And you’re not gonna cum if you’re not jerking that little baby dick off, c’mon!”

As much as I was utterly and completely turned off, I forced myself to wrap my hand around my penis and start up with the familiar motion - only it’s become slightly less familiar since I became Gilda’s slave. Even if I had a moment of free time to sneak off and crank one out, the only things running around in my head were her gross bodily functions. It was as if I physically could not imagine something that aroused me anymore.

A noisy and wet sound ripped unapologetically from Gilda’s pursed tailhole and caused a cloud of death-smelling methane to shroud around me. It was almost impossible to keep masturbating as I sniffed at the putrid, pungent smell and even more impossible to actually get hard.

This fart was followed by another, just moist and bubbly, with a thick, juicy amount of bass that jiggled her cheeks.

“Ahh! I can’t imagine how good these reek!”

I had to try and ignore the smell and just get hard. Just close my eyes and try to see if there was anything buried in the depths of my memory that could aid me; anything that didn’t resemble Gilda’s gaseous expulsions, but it was impossible. I couldn’t. The sooner I could cum, the sooner I would be able to stop smelling her farts, though.

She peppered my inner nostrils with another achingly spluttery gas bomb; to her it was probably as easy and effortless as breathing.

My penis was starting to harden slightly just from the physical stimulation, but the dizzying smell of Gryphon gas was doing its best to keep it as flaccid as possible.

I sped up, just trying to close off my ears and my nose and get this over with before I passed out - I wouldn’t want to imagine what might happen if I did that.

“You’re still going? Huh. They must be really ripe today!”

Her taunts weren’t doing me any favors, but I could feel myself approaching climax now, as long as I jerked my cock as fast as possible and tried to forget about the sights, sounds and smells everywhere around me.

Speeding up even more and with my eyes firmly shut, I finally began to feel myself climax. This may have actually been the first time since arriving here.

At exactly the same time, predictably, another hefty, spoiled-meat smelling fart blew into my face with a deep rumble.

Something felt so wrong about experiencing sexual satisfaction at the same time as the pure disgust of inhaling Gilda’s gas. I didn’t know whether to vomit or cry. It was as if something were being rewired in my brain.

I couldn’t help but let out an exasperated gasp.

“Finally. Took you long enough.”

I pulled myself away from the plushy gryphon cheeks, feeling as if they had left a slimy membrane over my face, and peered down into the cup.

Alongside the flecks of shit, my silky cum now also floated around in the urine, one last drop falling from the tip of my penis. It was sickening.

I reluctantly walked back around to Gilda’s front end again, presenting the cup to her.

“Wow! Who knew such a tiny dick could produce so much?” She chuckled and took the cup from me, inhaling it deeply as if it were a fine wine.

Then, without hesitation, she tipped her head back and drunk a good mouthful. It almost made me want to throw up just seeing how little it bothered her. More than that - how she enjoyed it.

“Refreshing! You should really try some!” She held the cup towards me.

No. Way. There was absolutely no fucking way I was going to take so much as a sip from it. I knew that I’d been already gulping down Gilda’s waste like it was pudding but for some reason the idea of actually having to drink my own bodily fluids made me gag.

“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Her eyes seemed to drop.

“Excuse me? I wasn’t asking you.”

“Anything else. I can’t do that.”

She paused for a moment. What had I done? I could tell that she was pissed. I don’t think I’d ever denied one of her requests before.

“Shame, but more for me, I guess.”

She downed the rest of the contents of the cup, licking her lips and sighing contentedly. This was one fucked up Gryphon. I mean, I already knew that she was fucked up, but she seemed to always outdo herself with each passing day. She seemed to have taken my denial of her order fairly well, though. Almost... too well.

“Hey, bitch.”

I looked up at her again.

“Hold still.”

Before I had even a moment to process what was going on, I felt a sharp prick in my right arm. Looking down, I saw the prick had come from a syringe, which Gilda was holding, pressing down on the plunger with her smile growing broader.

“Should have finished that drink, slave.”

Jesus Christ. Fuck. Where the fuck had she even gotten that from? There was no way she was even close to agile enough to grab it across the room.

These thoughts were suddenly not important, though. I quickly realized that I couldn’t move my arms... or my legs... or anything.

My muscles were completely locked into position.

The gryphon’s smile sustained as she pulled the needle from my arm and tossed the use syringe aside.

I was about to face Gilda’s punishment.