An (Un)helpful Hand

by DarkJester

Rating: mature
Tags: Gallus, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Ocellus, Sex, Non-consensual
Length: 4314

When helping out a friend, there's a right way, a wrong way, and then there's a really, really wrong way.

A good friend is some creature who helps another friend in need, but a really good friend will go out of their way to help a friend who refuses to help themselves.

(Un)fortunately for Ocellus, Gallus is just that sort of friend.

Content warning: Tape bondage, forced orgasms, some masturbation.

Based off of the NSFW image found @ 1727886 on derpibooru.

Proofread by the super-talented Exuno.

Published 2018-05-18 03:00:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-05-18 03:00:07 UTC

Chapter 1

As Ocellus perused over the various books that had piled up around her desk, she noticed something that caught her eye in one of the volumes and proceeded to scribble down some notes on a piece of paper in front of her. She stared at her handiwork, pondering its accuracy for a long moment, before sighing and crumbling the the paper into a tight wad and tossing it in the trashcan nearby. It bounced off a bunch of other crumpled up paper that had since filled the trashcan to capacity and landed instead on a growing pile on the floor next to it. Frustrated, she brought her hooves up to her temples and rubbed them, hoping it would help get her brain working again. She glanced at the clock on the wall, only to gasp when she noticed the time it read. Really? That late already? How will I possibly finish this in time? She groaned, slumping back in her chair in defeat. She looked over at a few sheets of stapled paper nearby, focusing specifically on the big red B+ stamped over the front of it.

She furrowed her eyes at it in frustration before slamming her hooves down on the desk in anger, causing it to rattle while some loose papers drifted towards the floor. No! Professor Starlight was kind enough to let me redo this essay, and I will get it right this time!

With a rekindled determination, she quickly scooped up the scattered papers off the floor and got right back to her studies.

She was so fixated on her work that she barely even noticed the gradual dulling of her senses as something began to permeate her dorm room. By the time she realized that something was wrong, she only had enough strength left to stand up from her chair and cry out a weak, “Help…” before she blacked out and collapsed on the floor.

The door to her dorm room opened, and Gallus stood at the other side with his claw tightening a nozzle at the top of a tank of gas that had been syphoning the contents of the tank into the room through a rubber hose beneath the door. He gave the air a moment to clear before he flew in, located the unconscious changeling, and landed next to her. “Heh, worked like a charm,” He stated proudly.

His eyes caught a glance of all the books and papers on the table and looked over to them. There were at least a dozen books there, and more still were laying on the floor nearby, along with lots and lots of crumpled up paper. At least a whole notebook’s worth, he surmised. He rolled his eyes as he gazed down at Ocellus’s unconscious form. “Still overworking yourself I see,” he said, shaking his head with disappointment. “You really need to learn how to relax once in a while.” He slipped off the roll of duct tape that he had fitted onto his claw and pulled free a generous length from the roll. “Luckily for you, I’m here to help.”

Ocellus gasped awake as an overwhelming scent filled her nostrils, reactively reeling her head away from the source.

“Sorry about that, but I had to wake you up,” her griffon friend addressed her as he tossed a packet of smelling salts into the trash. “How are you feeling?”

“Mmmmph,” She tried to answer him, but found her voice muzzled. “Mmmm!? Mmmmrg!!!” She screamed, her pupils focusing towards her snout, where she was barely able to make out the distinct, silver contour of the piece of duct tape that was sealing her lips shut.

“Rhetorical question, actually. I had to gag you in order to keep you silent, seeing as it’s the middle of the night, and our neighbors are asleep and all that,” he explained as he gestured with his claw.

She wasn’t paying much attention however, as since noticing the tape around her lips, she also noticed the many layers of tape around her upper body and hindlegs. She instinctively tried to pull her forelegs free, but they were trapped behind her back. Her next instinct was to try and get her wings free, but the tape was also preventing her shell from opening fully. Panicking, she began to toss and turn in an try and free herself, but the tape didn’t budge even in the slightest. “Mmm phmm mmmph mmmg!” She protested at the griffon.

Gallus calmly stepped over to her left flank and took a more comfortable position beside to her, resting his cheek on a clenched claw, as he placed his other claw against her taped chest.

“I bet you’re wondering why you’re here, all taped up like this. Well, the short answer is this: I’m going to help you relax!”

Ocellus was confused now, and stared at him with one brow raised to illustrate that point.

Recognizing her confusion, he added, “You’ve been stressing yourself out trying to keep your straight-A’s going. I’ve noticed it, all our other friends have noticed it, too. Heck, we even warned you about it. Being the considerate friend that I am, I’m making it my duty to help clear up some of that stress. That’s what good friends do, don’t you think?”

Ocellus didn’t really understand the situation any better from his explanation. What could he possibly do that would help her with her stress all tied up like this? If anything, it was only exacerbating it. She glared at him in anger.

“However,” he continued as he circled one of his talons gently across that adorable, heaving belly of hers. “You’re probably not going to like my method of stress relief. At least, not at first, which is the reason for all the tape. I can assure you though, this is for your own good.”

Ocellus grew worried. Just what was he planning?

She didn’t have to wait long for an answer, as she noticed his claw slowly drift down her body. Her growing suspicion soon gave way to a dreadful realisation the moment she felt his claw graze across her delicate petals, causing her eyes to widen and a fit of desperation to take hold. Without thinking, she began to transform, yet to her horror, nothing came of it. She tried again, and again, and again, but the only result was a radiant glow that started emanating from around her neck.

Gallus reached towards the glow and tapped against something distinctly metal latched around her neck. “I wouldn’t waste your energy. I put that special ‘anti-transformation collar’ that Twilight Sparkle owns on you. It took a lot of work to sneak it out of her office without her noticing, but it was hella worth it in order to help you out.”

Ocellus’s eyes widened in horror. She remembered that collar all too well, for she wore it once before.

Twilight had brought it into Starlight Glimmer’s class, explaining that the collar was originally made back when the changeling hive was still under the control of the oppressive Queen Chrysalis, and was only intended to be used on prisoners of war in the case of real conflict breaking out against the changeling hive. Thankfully, war never came to pass, and the collar remained the only one of its kind. It was made of a curious orange metal alloy with three gems embedded in the front of it that had a composition similar to that of a ruby. It was brought in merely to show the class how the rather distinctive gemstones embedded in the collar had the fascinating ability of absorbing all magic when in close proximity; even that of changeling magic. She proved this by requesting Ocellus’s presence at the front of the class and put it on her. The changeling never felt so uncomfortable as she did in that moment, and could not wait to have it off her.

This revelation proved just how helpless she was against Gallus’s vile intentions, and she protested past her gag, trying desperately to dissuade him as she kicked and squirmed, but ultimately she could not stop his two cold, rigid talons as they violated her virgin folds. A sharp pain forced her to squint, her culminating tears splashing on the bed sheets below. The pain subsided quickly, but the loss of her virginity was simply too much to bear for the changeling, and she began to sob bitterly.

“I know you’re upset now, but you’ll thank me for this later. I always feel super relaxed after an orgasm, and you will, too, I promise.” He explained confidently as he pushed his talons in even deeper.

Even in her languishing state, she could keep herself from shuddering in a mixture of pleasure and horror from the sensation it wrought, staring at the griffon whom she thought was her friend with a look of betrayal.

Undeterred, Gallus continued to his descent until both talons were all the way inside her pussy. He then began to thrust the talons in and out of changeling’s fleshy folds, watching as he did so. He felt a definite arousal take root between his legs, and he licked his beak lustfully. “How’s that feel? Good, right?”

She mumbled past her gag as she frantically shook her head to inform him otherwise, although the reality was that her body was reacting exactly as he expected it to. In spite of her protests, she felt that unmistakable pleasure well up within her; her slit becoming slick with the fluids excreting from her swelling sex.

Gallus grinned as he noticed the tell-tale signs of her sexual arousal, for the wetness was visibly apparent on his working talons. The sight of it was enough to cause his dick to begin to swell, and he was quick to shift his position so as to keep it hidden from the changeling. Fuck, he thought, I didn’t expect this to turn me on quite this much. Without even realizing it, he had picked up the pace, eager to see what the cute changeling’s body would do next.

Ocellus, for her part, began to buck her hips against those relentless, thrusting talons, her upper body straining against the unyielding tape from all the forced pleasure pulsating through her loins and up her spine. Despite this, she continued to sob while shaking her head in defiance, squirming her hind and forelegs relentlessly in a desperate attempt escape from his clutches.

Gallus, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. Watching the cute way she squirmed, hearing those adorable sounds emanating from her taped lips, he could barely contain himself. Calm yourself. Remember, you’re doing this for her! Taking a deep, calming breath, he refocused his attention on his relentless talons, keeping them going at a steady pace until it forced a small gush of fluids from her sex that made a small, wet puddle on the changeling’s chitinous tail. Pleased with himself, he smiled at Ocellus as he spoke, “See? I knew you’d start enjoying this. A good thing too, as I didn’t want to be hogging all the fun.”

She mumbled out another incoherent response just as another relentless surge rocketed up her spine, eliciting a deep shiver. As much as she tried to to hide it, the reality was obvious, as her struggles were giving way to euphoric spasms and uncontrollable moans as the pleasure became simply too unbearable for the poor, inexperienced young changeling to handle.

All of this was a tell-tale sign that she was getting close now, and thus Gallus picked up the pace one last time; his talons now plunging in and out of her with a fury unmatched to ensure that her orgasm would be a powerful one.

Despite how good it felt, she didn’t want to give in to the griffon’s desires, and fought against him to the last. Her forelegs tried in vain to break free from the sturdy layers of tape while her hindlegs flailed wildly; her sealed lips a flurry of protests. Meanwhile, the gemstones in the collar were a dancing array of crimson light as she tried in vain to transform over and over again. She was doing everything she could think of to try and free herself, but nothing she did gained any traction, and in the end, there was nothing she could do to stop the inevitable.

Her very last, desperate plea gave way to a breathless gasp as the floodgates opened and an all consuming tidal wave of pleasure gushed forth. Her entire body tensed up, her slit clamping around his talons as she screamed in orgasmic bliss and sprayed a generous portion of fluids all over her tail, the bedsheets, and the griffon’s claw. Fresh tears streamed down her face as she did so, a mixture of emotion caused not just by what Gallus did to her, but also how it made her feel. It was bad enough that her own body betrayed her, but did she have to actually enjoy it too?

She felt truly disgusted with herself.

Gallus pulled his drenched talons free the moment he felt the changeling’s vaginal muscles loosen and brought them up to eye level and examined them. The fine liquid glistening against his talons in the light of the room, bringing a sudden chill to the thrilled griffon. “I’d say that went well, wouldn’t you?” He glanced at Ocellus.

She wasn’t even facing him, for her shame would not let her.

Gallus pulled the tape off her lips, allowing the changeling to breath normally for once.

She felt compelled to look at him after that, although her vision was now blurry from her tears. “Why would you do this?” she asked.

“I’ve already explained to you why. You feel better now, right?”

“Of course not! You just raped me!” She cried.

Ocellus rolled his eyes. “You’re blowing this way out of proportion. All I’m trying to do is get you to relax. It seems my talons can’t get the job done though, so I’ll need to resort to more extreme measures.”

Ocellus’s eyes watered up again. “No more, Please!”

Gallus was offended. “What kind of friend do you take me for!? I’m not about to abandon you in your time of need. I promised myself I’d get you to relax, and that’s what I’m going to do, even if it takes all night!” And quite honestly, I hope it does.

“Just le me gphhmmm!!!” She was cut off mid-sentence as the same piece of tape was once again sealed against her lips. With her voice lost to her, she began to weep again in despair.

Gallus gave the crying changeling a few consoling strokes across her mane before spreading his wings and fluttered upwards. “I’ll be back in a jiff, Don’t go anywhere,” he teased with a wink before disappearing into a nearby room.

As soon as he was out of sight, Ocellus took the opportunity to try wiggle out of her bonds, squirming frantically side-to-side, but despite her best efforts, the tape remained just as resilient as ever. Left with no other recourse, she tried yet again to transform, only this time hoping beyond hope that maybe if she put enough focus into it that she could overcharge the gemstones that were suppressing her magic. Unfortunately, despite her many attempts, all she succeeded in doing was make the gemstones glow with such a radiance that it was almost blinding. Her hopes dashed, she began to sob miserably.

She didn’t know how long Gallus was in the other room after that. When he returned, he was holding something in his claw. “Sorry that took so long. Had a little trouble trying to remember where I hid this. I have to keep it well hidden, you see, as it would have be super awkward if my roommate accidentally discovered it.” He landed in front of the changeling and held the object out for her to see. “Do you know what this is?”

Ocellus reluctantly glanced at it. It was a long, albeit thin cylinder made of some type of shiny blue metal with a tapered tip on one end and a nozzle at the other. She may not have recognized it, but she had a good idea of what he was going to do with it, which instinctively caused her to fold her ears back as she whimpered lamentably.

“This is a vibrator, a pleasure device for females. So I think you can understand why I had to keep it stashed away. Would be kinda hard to explain this one off, wouldn’t you agree?” He glanced at the changeling as if expecting a response, but she was still in too much emotional distress to pay his pointless attempts at conversation any heed. “Anyways,” he continued, “If this doesn’t get you to relax, I doubt anything will.” He grabbed her hindlegs in order to keep them steady as he reached in and pressed the vibrator against her still-sensitive folds.

She shuddered at the sensation and tried her best to dissuade him, but he ignored her pleas as he slid the object into her depths, violating her just as his talons had.

Once the vibrator was inside her completely, Gallus wasted no time twisting the nozzle at its base, causing it to whirr to life.

A distinct buzzing noise filled her ears just as an intense pleasure bombarded her loins, causing her to cry out uncontrollably. Her eyes clenched shut, an involuntary reaction from the sensation, a sensation that far outmatched anything Gallus could muster with his talons alone.

“The best part, it’s claws-free, which will allow me to take this opportunity for some relief of my own that I so desperately need right now. You don’t mind, do you?”

She opened one eye to glance at him, and immediately regretted doing so. He had taken a cross-legged position next to her, which left his erection on full display to the appalled changeling. As if that wasn’t repulsive enough, he then gripped it in his claw and proceeded to masturbate in front of her. She couldn’t fathom how he could possibly be aroused by this heinous act, and turned away in disgust.

Gallus, for his part, was grateful for a moment to reward himself with some self-pleasure, and did not hesitate to start off his strokes at a brisk pace; copious amounts of precum already drooling from his tip. As he watched her body react to the relentless assault going on between her hindlegs, a pleasant shudder surged up his spine, causing his shaft to quiver in his grip and a delightful coo to escape his beak. If only she knew the effect she was having on him.

Ocellus’s mind was quick to block out his vulgar display in lieu of the even more incredible pleasure she was enduring on her end, as unlike his talons, the vibrator was made with only one purpose in mind, and it achieved that goal with relentless precision. It took no time at all for the device to render her writhing and moaning in ecstasy.

“Heh, I didn’t expect it to be so effective. I can see now why these toys are so popular with you girls.”

But his words barely registered in her euphoric state-of-mind, as she was already barrelling towards another orgasm, and one bound to be even more intense than the last. The vibrator, despite its simplicity, was truly unmatched.

Her moaning gained a gradual crescendo as the torrid heat within her loins began to billow forth, threatening to consume her utterly. The seconds began to pass by in a blur, an electric pleasure coursing through her entire body as she lost all sense of reality, her mind only capable of focusing on one thing: the sweet embrace of release; something of which the vibrator was more than happy oblige her with.

When the swelling inferno finally reached its apex, it came with an orgasm so intense that it caused her to scream in ecstasy and at such a high pitch that even with the gag on still made considerable noise. Instinctively, her hips began to buck as her entire body tensed up. Meanwhile, her vaginal muscles constricting against the vibrator and milking it for all it was worth while her secretions gushed fiercely over it, the bedsheets, her tail, and even splashing against the tape secured around her hindlegs. The orgasm as a whole may have only lasted for a few seconds, but it was the most incredible few seconds she had ever experienced in her life.

Once it was over, Ocellus wanted nothing more than to bask in the lingering afterglow, but the vibrator was still relentlessly buzzing away inside her, forcing new waves of pleasure through her exhausted, aching frame. She opened her eyes to look at Gallus and to plead for him to remove it, only to catch him in the throes of orgasmic bliss at he sprayed thick loads of his hot cum all over the bed sheets and her bound hindlegs. The vulgar display made her feel like retching.

Panting, Gallus blushed as he addressed the changeling, “Sorry about that, but I couldn’t help myself. The way you orgasm was just so cute that that it got me off right then and there.” He was shameless in his admittance as he dropped to all fours and reached down between her hindlegs, turning the vibrator off. Despite pulling it out slowly, it still forced a shudder from Ocellus as it came free, splashing her crotch with even more of her fluids.

“So, how do you feel?” he asked, looking her over for a long moment. “You definitely look relaxed. Heh, can’t say I’m surprised. That was quite the display you put on there.”

She didn’t respond. She was too weak to do anything other than lie there, her head lolled off to one side with her eyes half closed as she breathed in deeply through flared nostrils.

“I promised that you’d enjoy it in the end, and as you can see, I always deliver on my promises,” Gallus acknowledged as he laid next to her, draping an arm across her taped chest and pressing his feathered cheek against hers. “For now though, I just want to rest for a bit, as I’m sure you do, too.”

“Mmmm…” She protested weakly.

Gallus cuddled against her for a while; long enough that the exhausted changeling’s eyes began to slowly close as the welcoming embrace of sleep began to take hold. It was when she was just moments away from passing out that she heard Gallus whisper into her ear, “You know Ocellus, now that I think about it, why does the fun have to end here?”

Her eyes wrenched open as she felt that horrible claw of his graze across her sensitive nethers once more.

“The night is still young, so how about I leave you tied up like this while I force you to cum over and over again until you pass out from exhaustion?”

“MMMMMMPH!!!!” She screamed into her gag, kicking and squirming in a desperate attempt to escape from his clutches.

Gallus snickered as he removed his claw from her crotch and sat up. “I’m just teasing you. I would never put you through that.” Although a griffon can dream…

His cruel joke left her in tears.

“Alright, let’s get you back home,” He said as he took to the air and flew into the same room as before. He returned a short while later carrying a gas tank and a face mask attached to it by a plastic tube. “I hope you enjoyed my relaxation technique, I know I sure did... “ He grinned as he turned the nozzle at the top of the tank, pumping the gas directly into the changeling’s face. “Night-night!”

Ocellus didn’t fight him at all. On the contrary, she was glad that this nightmare was finally coming to end, and even welcomed the haze that enveloped her brain as the gas quickly knocked her out.

When Ocellus came to, she immediately looked around. She was indeed back in her own dorm, in her own bed, even, only this time she was free of any tape whatsoever. Just to test, she tried to transform herself into a Pukwudgie, and was elated when she successfully managed to take its shape.

The collar was gone too, much to her relief.

Changing back, she immediately leapt off her bed and headed towards the door with only one thought on her mind: To let Twilight Sparkle know what Gallus had done to her.

However, as she opened the door, none other than Silverstream was standing on the other side, looking like she was just about to step in herself.

“Ah, good morning, Ocellus,” she addressed the changeling, momentarily glancing behind her at the pile of books and papers that were still stacked on the table. “Were you up all night studying?”

The changeling’s eyes immediately began to tear up at the sight of her friend and she leaned into her, wrapping her arms around her neck. “Silverstream, you won’t believe what just happened to me!”

Blinking, the hippogryph wrapped her arms around the changeling. “What’s wrong?” She asked with concern.

“It’s Gallus! He… He…” She couldn’t finish her sentence as the pain of what had transpired caused tears to well up in her eyes.

Silverstream patted her back. “There there now, whatever he did, it can’t be as bad as you think it is.”

“But it is! He r—”

There was a distinct click as something latched around the changeling’s neck, and a terrible sense of dread took hold of Ocellus, causing her to push away from the hippogryph. "Wh—"

“I won’t hear anymore of it,” her friend’s voice said sternly, “It’s time I taught you how to relax.”