Mon Petit Pony

by Schorl Tourmaline

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Porn, Sex
Length: 6159

A short story about a pony's first experience in bondage with his gryphon girlfriend

Pathfinder and Anya have been lovers for a long time, and everything was good, but a gryphon can only be satisfied with vanilla sex for so long. One night she decided it's time to take their relationship to the next level, and being the caring boyfriend Path is, he reluctantly agrees to her wishes. This leads to his first experience in the the world of bondage, and puts him at the mercy of his predatory partner.

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A short story made for Scylla The Kelpie during their birthday that I am just posting now. Please enjoy a tender, and surprisingly consensual, moment of lovemaking by from an author who usually only writes rape.

Published 2019-01-18 01:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-09-13 22:29:22 UTC

The Gorgeous Gryphon and her Passonate Pony Prisoner

How did I let myself get talked into this?

That was probably the most common thought for a pony in the position Pathfinder was in, or at least that is what he believed given what he was doing. Not that being tied to a bed was a very common thing to begin with. Legs tied together by the ankles with a length rope that went under the mattress, arms cuffed to two separate poles that were part of the headboard, and his dick fully erect as he watched the plump rump of a gryphoness sway back and forth as she looked through a box full of what she called ‘toys’.

Pathfinder trembled, though he knew he was in not actual danger. The gryphon was a friend of his, a girl he had know for a long time named Anya. All of this was arranged by her after she asked Path if he’d like to do something exciting. Path knew that she was implying sex, as they had done it a few times before, but the bondage was new. For the stallion, this was new altogether, but it was clear that wasn’t the same for Anya.Where the pegasus was shaken with both excitement and a slight amount of fear, she acted as calm as a person taking a leisurely walk down the street. In it’s own way, the casual attitude she displayed was intimidating.

“Here we go,” she said aloud, her words carrying a light hum of joy as she lifted a blindfold out of the box with her claws, “Now we can get started.”

“Anya,” Pathfinder said, his nerves revealing themselves as he spoke, “Do we have to do it this way? Can’t we just do it like we normally do?”

“Oh Path, you’re so cute when you worry about things,” replied the gryphoness as she came to her captive, sitting beside him on the bed. She was so close that Pathfinder could feel the warmth from her body, “But no need to be afraid. I’m going to take this slow, and make sure that you enjoy it.”

Path couldn’t deny that what he was hearing wasn’t enticing, and he knew that Anya would never intentionally hurt him. All his worries came from the inability to move or defend himself incase he was wrong, a lingering bit of doubt finding its way to the surface of his thoughts. Then again, if he really believed he was in trouble he would have never agreed to this in the first place, and if he demanded he were released he was sure Anya would comply immediately. Again, it was just irrational doubt and inexperience that made him think anything was wrong.

“Now hold still,” Anya said, moving the blindfold she had found to his face, “This won’t hurt a bit.”

Holding the blindfold part in one claw, and the elastic band attached to it in the other, Anya lifted the object over Path’s head. The elastic band went around his mane as she brought it down, setting on the back of his skull as the leather strip rested over his eyes. Once in place, the gryphon released both parts, and they hugged his head tightly enough to be unable to be flicked off by any of the pegasus’ actions. Until Anya decided otherwise, all light and sight would be denied to Path.

“Good,” Anya stated, pleased, “Now mon petit pony is just how I want him.”

Pathfinder couldn’t help but blush when being referred to as ‘hers’ in that french dialect she liked to display oh so rarely. Gryphons tended to be greedy, territorial even, so it figured that she would see him as she would a piece of property that belonged to her. Either that, or she was just being playfully possessive to act out her role as the dominant. For some reason, that idea that he belonged to Anya made Pathfinders dick twitch, which was something that didn’t go unnoticed.

Not long after she staked her claim did the gryphon place her talon on the exposed sex stick jutting out from the center of Path’s crotch. The very tips of those claws grazed across sensitive lengths of meat, starting from the bottom and working its way up to the head, each digit surrounding the organ as they made the journey to its tip.

Path’s body shuddered as he felt those sharp points move across his flesh, but the pegasus felt no pain from this. Anya was delicate enough that she made nary a scratch along his shaft, and the only thing making the bound pony squirm was the sensation of being touched.

“You are being very frisky today,” Anya joked, watching her pony plaything pull against his bonds, “Do you want me to make this feel good?” the gryphon added as she placed the appendage she had been toying with into her palm.

Guided only by the voice of his friend and the feeling of his dick being groped, Pathfinder uttered a single word at what Anya was proposing. “Yes”

Heard Path’s approval, Anya moved her gently gripped hand along Path’s penis. Blinded as the pegasus was, he could feel every stroke, each motion of it going up and down. She was going so slow with her masterbations of his privates that he could count each time she repeated her motions, each one making his sex organ react as the pleasure inside it built up at a steady pace. She knew how to make Pathfinder feel good, but also knew how to prolong his pleasure for as long as possible, and she was determined to make this enjoyable not only for the pony trapped on her bed, but amusing for herself as well.

As tens of minutes passed, Path was subjected to an intense session of heavy petting that he had no control over. When he felt that he was close to release, Anya would slow down her pace and let him come down from the verge of climax. Anya wasn’t some master at masterbation, she wasn’t perfectly reading the mind of her male associate in order to keep him from cumming. She was merely watching his breathing, and using a simple tell she had picked up from their previous times together against him. Every time he got close, he’d hold his breath moments before ejaculating. It was so predictable that each time he made a big inhale she could adjust her speed to prevent his pleasure from peeking. Only when he took another breath would she start to build it up again.

“Anya, come on,” Pathfinder eventually groaned, frustrated with how easily she was toying, “Let me cum.”

“Ah, ah, that’s not the point of this,” the gryphon rebutted, “The point is that I have control and you have to accept that.”

“But It’s starting to hurt a little.” Pathfinder admitted, his balls filling up with jism that they kept producing in the belief that it was needed.

In response to that complaint, the blinded stallion felt the sensation of feathers rubbing up against him, and a talon traveling across his chest to rub upon it sensually. “Do you trust me?” Anya say softly, her beak very close to his ear.

Pathfinder had no doubt in the answer to that question. He trusted his feathery female companion with more than just his sexual gratification, and knew that she would never do anything to hurt him. He gave a nod in reply, a little embarrassed to speak the obvious answer aloud.

“Then let me do this my way.” She said, giving the stallion a few tendery nips on the neck with the point of her beak, “I promise your trust will be rewarded.”

The little love bites excited the pegasus enough that his wings rose up involuntarily, and the gryphon took that as a sign of approval. With that promise of inevitable reward in place, she could have probably drawn out the denial for many more minutes, with only whimpers making their way out the of the stallion’s muzzle. He had already been pushed much further than he was use to for this kind of interaction though, his dick seeping out so much precum from his swelled sack that his equally swollen shaft was simply slathered in the substance. For a first time experience, this was perhaps where Anya wanted to limit herself, especially if she wanted to have Pathfinder participate in this again.

So removing herself from the body bound to her bed, Anya positioned herself to the foot of her resting place, right between the pegasus’ legs. She curled up on her knees, placing her face right in front of the prize that she had been petting for so long, preparing it for this very moment. It had endured for a long time against her hand, and now it was time to make it crumple against it’s true opponent.

Without any ceremony beyond getting herself in the proper position, the gryphon used both her talons to grip the private part she had been playing with all this time. This time Anya wasn’t going to use them to further fondle his dick, but instead just hold it still so she could have her way with it in another manner. Sizing up the dick, the gryphon gave the edges of her beak a lick, before opening it wide to use her tongue on pony penis.

As soon as Path felt the touch of wet against his sensitive flesh, his entire body tensed up. Muscles contracted and lungs took in air in surprise. With his vision blocked off, he had not way of anticipating that the gryphon would attack his cock with her tongue, nor could he predict each consecutive lick she gave in random sequence. At first she started slow, taking long laps across his length, but that quickly changed to a series quick slurps against his stallionhood, then the occasional slight touch after ten or more seconds.

These variants were done at the discretion of the dominant female, with Path unable to focus well enough to pick up any discernible pattern. He was far more concerned with the ever increasing pressure in his loins, his shaft feeling like it would explode at any moment. Each loving lick caused him to take a deep breath, as the absence of oral pleasure made him exhale. It came to a point where Anya was controlling the pegasus’ breathing patterns through his dick, like some sort of perverse puppet at her command.

That all ended though when the gryphon finally did one lick to many, causing Pathfinder to finally release the contents of his sack. The white goo shot up into the air in long strands, cutting off one from another with each spasm. He got many good shots out, the build up from all of Anya’s toying with him finally paying off. The steady flow of semen from his stiff stallionhood felt amazing. The fluids gliding through tunnels of flesh that rarely felt any kind of stimulation, with a rush of pleasure inducing chemicals from his brain coursing through his body, the relief of pressure he had been feeling in his testicles, and the lack of one of his senses that would have otherwise distracted from this who event all combined together to make this a very enjoyable experience.

On the other end, Anya was enjoying herself just as much, if not more than her pony prisoner of passion. The cum pouring out of his shaft splattered down onto her face, covering large portions of it in cream, of which the gryphon was happy to lick up as it dribbled down to her beak. She derived no physical pleasure from this, but all the same she was incredibly elated. Enough so that she could feel herself getting wet just from the lewdness of all this. If Pathfinder could could see how she looked just then, he would have redoubled his efforts to squeeze every drop of sperm out of his body. The gryphoness felt enticed to take a moment to get herself off just as she did the stallion, but tonight was his first time playing with bondage. She didn’t want him to have any bad notions about it at all, and thus wouldn’t leave him waiting or overwork him after such an arousing adventure in the kink.

Thus, Anya only took time out to grab a towel, one she had set off to the side while setting up, to wipe her face off before going back to Path’s side. Taking the place next to him that she had before she began licking his dick, the gryphon took a moment to take in the panting, sweaty pegasus recovering from his orgasm. Being worn, exhausted, and totally at her mercy gave the stallion an attractive quality. Anya almost wished she could keep him in this image forever, but she knew that wasn’t possible. With a small chuckle, and a raise of her arm, she hooked the strap of Path’s blindfold in her claw and tore it off.

Having his sight suddenly restored, Pathfinder had to adjust his eyes to his surroundings, but in the end they landed on the Gryphon at his side. “Wow…” He worked out in between pants, “That was…”

“Amazing?” Anya answered for the stallion, hoping that was the word he was leading into.

“Yeah.” Path agreed, having had a very enjoyable time. “I can’t believe how that felt.”

“Great,” Anya declared, taking the pony’s chin in her claw, “Then you won’t mind if we do this again next week, right?”

The whole thing of bondage still worried Path a little, but he had to admit that this small step into the fetish made it seem a little less scary than he made it out to be. If it was with Anya, then there wasn’t much reason for him to object.

“Ok, but can we do something about these cuffs?” Path said, pulling forward with his arms, “They are making my wrists hurt a little.”

“We’ll see, but for now…” Anya shifted her body, and straddled her legs around the pony’s hips. “I think it’s my turn for a little fun.”

Path only had enough time to let out a sigh before Anya replaced the blindfold over his eyes. After bringing him to a satisfying climax, it appeared that his gryphon friend felt she was deserving of some good feelings as well. He heard her remove her clothing, and shortly after he felt the texture of a moist, avian pussy press down on the head of his penis. Something told him that he was going to be there for a while, a thought that both annoyed and excited him in equal measure. Of course any objections melted away as the wet warmth of her body enveloped his cock, and soon all he could think about was how great this was about to feel for the both of them.

Dictated Dominance and Self-Submission

Months passed since the Anya and Pathfinder’s first experimentation into bondage together, and ever since they routinely ventured back into that strange setting of eroticism. Once a week they’d spend time together with the pegasus stallion bound in some manner while his griffon companion took advantage of his body. The things she did to him, teasing his sensitive areas, putting him into compromising positions, and roughly making love to him in ways that intensified every sexual interaction. The gryphoness was a beast in bed, and Pathfinder her willing plaything.

When the time came for another session to take place, Path happy lead himself back into her bedroom, and today was no different for him. Walking to her doorstep, he couldn’t wait to see what new, thrilling thing she would do to him. She had mentioned stepping things up a notch after their last session, but said nothing more about it. When Pathfinder tried to ask her directly, he was told it was a secret and simply escorted from her home. From that day all he could think about was what she had planned, having trouble focusing on any task without some kinky image entering his thoughts. In the end, he could only come to one conclusion, and that was if he could imagine it, then it would not compare with what Anya had in mind.

Heart pounding, eager to be Anya’s slave once more, the pegasus knocked on his associate’s door, but received no response. He did this several times, each with no reply. After a while he started to get worried. It wasn’t like Anya to miss one of their sessions, seeing how much she enjoyed having the stallion’s body all to herself to do with as she pleased. Becoming worried, the pony checked the door.

He took the knob in hand, and twisted. There was no resistance, and it turned so that the door could open. Path then pushed open the door slowly, not wanting to intrude in case his fears were wrong. “Hello?” he said, getting nothing in return. That only got him more worried, so he opened the door completely and stepped inside. “Anya, are you in here?”

Still no response. Path closed the door behind him and looked around, hoping that he wouldn’t find what he feared, and that Anya had just forgotten that today was their scheduled playdate. “Anya!” he yelled a few more times, but on the third attempt to call for his feathery female friend, he was cut short. Something on the table caught his eye, a folded up piece of paper with his name on it.

“What’s this about?” Path said to himself, picking up the paper. Unfolding it, he discovered writing inside.

“Dear Path,” it started, “Sorry if you got here before I got back. I realised that forgot something for what I had planned for today, and I’ll be out for a little bit.”

That was a relief. So Anya had just gone out to pick up something, and nothing was wrong. The note had more on it that that though, so Path continued reading.

“If you want, you can get ready while I’m out. I’ve left a few more notes around the house with instructions. Follow them to the letter, and we’ll be able to get right to the good stuff as soon as I get back. First one is right next to my room.”

Pathfinder folded the letter up and tossed it back on the table with a grin. Leave it to Anya to not only find a way to save time while she was doing errands, but to make a fun game out of it to keep Path occupied while she was gone.

“Guess I better play along and ready myself up for her.” Pathfinder had taken a liking to playing his part as a submissive, so following his mistress’ commands that she left him filled him with a bit of glee. He wondered how much time he had till she returned, and if he could finished everything before she got home. It was gonna be fun to try.

Rushing to where the letter told him to go first, Path made his way to her bedroom door. On his way there, he caught the next letter sitting on a hamper sitting next to the frame. Without hesitation, he snatched it up and unfolded it open.

“Remove all your clothes and put them in the hamper. Leave nothing on. When finished go inside my room. Leave the door open.”

Pathfinder happily obeyed the piece of paper, not even setting it down before going to remove his shirt. With a flip open of the hamper’s lid, the article of upper body wear went in, leaving the male pony topless. Next went his pants, hastily unbuttoned, unzipped, and slipped off his legs in a near blink of an eye. They quickly joined the shirt in the hamper, filling the container quite nicely.

With those two pieces gone, all that was left was his underwear, which at this time tightly wrapped around a moderately sized bulge at his crotch. It was a good thing no one else was around, as his erection would have been a bit embarrassing had someone could see it through the thin layer of cloth covering his waist. He couldn’t help it though. This mistressing via post was getting him very excited. He had a little more trouble getting the elastic band out far enough to remove the material, but after a bit of adjustments he managed to remove the last piece of clothing he had on his person, having it follow the same fate at the bottom of the clothes bin as the previous parts of his attire.

Now without anything covering his body, Path’s body laid bare, exposed erection and all. “Now what was next?” The pegasus looked at his paper, and said aloud, “Right, go into her room. I wonder why she wants me to leave the door open though. I guess it’s so I don’t surprise her when she gets home.”

Once more Path complied with the instructions given to him, and without further question entered the room. Over the past few weeks, the stallion began to greatly enjoy this room. After all, it was where he and Anya did all their love making. He could smell the gryphons scent the moment he entered through the room, like a heavy perfume radiating off the blankets on her bed.

That scent, along with the room itself, heightened his arousal to near unbearable levels. He deeply wished that Anya was there now so they begin their date, but this want helped him to seek the next note to alleviate his impatious desires, finding it had been left on the foot of his lover’s bed. Without hesitation, he took it and opened it to receive his next orders.

“Around the room are notes numbered ‘1’ to ‘4’. Go to them in order and do as they say.”

The instructions were brief, yet clear. He had to get these four letters and fulfill their requests, preferably before Anya got back. Fortunately, he had already spotted the number 1 note while making his way to the bed, hanging from the handle of her ‘toy closet’. Practically skipping his way there, the pegasus tore it off the handle and took a look.

“Open the closet and pick out your favorite gag. Put it in your muzzle, and lock it in place. I’m carrying all my keys, so make sure you pick the right one first time.”

Path opened the door with hardly a thought, revealing the many objects inside. Cuffs, collars, paddles, crops, and other BDSM paraphernalia hung from the walls of the enclosure that was only just small enough to a ‘closet’. Anya had quite the collection of such things, having dabbled in bondage and dominant/submissive play for much longer than Path. If he had time, he would have admired the collection for a while, but from where he stood he could see the things he had been sent for, and the number 2 note on the floor beneath them.

As he approached, he was tempted to take a sneak peek at the note to see what the next step would be, but he felt that wasn’t proper for some reason. So instead he looked at the items on the wall, ready to pick out the one he most enjoyed.

There were roughly a dozen different types of gags for him to choose from, and he had tried most of them already in previous sessions. From the ball gags, which forced his mouth open while sealing it’s passage shut, to strap gags, which wrapped his muzzle to trap it shut, to dental gags, which allowed Anya unrestrained access to do what she pleased with his orifice. He had to pick his favorite though, and when it came down to it the one he liked most was a simple bit gag, made of a solid piece of oak rod covered in a soft, rubbery substance that made safe to bite down during the more intense parts of passionate play.

With a slip of the small bar into his mouth, and a wrapping of its leather straps around his head and through his mane, Path secured it into place and locked it. There was no going back now, but he believed he made the right choice. Thus done, the next task was ready, so he grabbed note number 2, eagerly reading the next order.

“Go to my vanity mirror. There you will find some ribbon. Tie it around your dick. Make sure it’s nice and tight. Then open the middle drawer.”

Path, mind filled with excitement, made a dash to the mirror. There he found a length of red ribbon, just as the note said he would. “Hrr eh es”, Path said aloud, somehow forgetting already that his mouth was now being obstructed and that he wouldn’t be able to form proper words. He got a chuckle out of his slurred sentence, but continued the task he was given by taking the ribbon.

From the way Anya had put it, it seemed that she wanted him to use the the ribbon as a makeshift cock ring, something to wrap around his sex organ to keep it from deflating. He didn’t really see a need, since his dick had been stiff since he had removed his clothing. Still, if the note said to do it, it had to be done. So he took the bit of fabric and put it around his shaft, making a loop around his sensitive, swollen sex organ. He was about to tie a simple knot, something that would complete the goal given, but then he noticed that he had a lot of excess ribbon hanging over from where the knot would be tied.

This gave Path an idea. While the note told him to put a ribbon on his cock, it didn’t define how he was supposed to do it. Getting an idea into his head, he positioned the parts where the two ends of the strip met directly on his urethra. With a half knot and two loops, he created a bow from the ribbon, giving his penis a gift wrapped look. It was like something out of a perverted magazine or a lewd image. He wasn’t even sure if the idea was something he thought up himself, or just something he had seen before, but he was sure that Anya would love it.

Another task done, he thought, remembering this time that his mouth was obstructed, On to the next note.

He opened the drawer, and there was note 3, along with two pairs of shackles inside. Pathfinder almost didn’t have to read the note to know where these was going, but he happily took it up and looked inside anyways.

“Take these shackles and put a pair on your ankles. Then cuff your wrists together behind your back. Once done, the last note is by the front door. No flying allowed once they are on.”

Path was reaching the home stretch. Just this simple task, and one more, and he would have achieved his self made goal. He hastily grabbed one of the chain linked, leather cuffs, and bent over to begin binding himself. The pegasus started by placing one of the leather cuffs around his right ankle, finding that the inside of it was padded to comfortably hug his appendages and prevent chaffing. Anya always put consideration in her tools, and how they would effect her partners.

What seemed to be an issue though was the length of chain given was very short. Hardly any links connected one of the cuffs from the other, and if his legs were parted even slightly, then he had difficulty getting the second cuff around his other ankle. Only when he brought his legs as close together as possible could he make it reach, which only showed him that this was the intention of the device. As soon as he locked the second cuff on, his legs would not be able to part, meaning he would not be able to walk even in short steps. Still he did it with no objections, or forthought of what the note wanted him to do once he was done equipping himself.

As soon as those were firmly attached to his ankles, the wrist ones were next. He had similar difficulty with these ones, as the length of chain was the same, and while he could easily get one on in front of him, the part afters was going to be much more problematic. Having to bind his wrists behind his back, he had complications fumbling to get the other cuff on. Not only because it was difficult to position his hands just right to let him get to the buckle, but also cause his wings were causing a lot of interference.

After several minutes of messing with the restraints, adjusting his position, moving his wings, even lowing himself to the floor and laying down on it with the idea that it would somehow help, the stallion finally got them buckled tightly around his arms. That completed his third task, or at least half of it. Now he had to make his way to the next note, which was all the way at Anya’s front door.

That would seem simple enough, but bound in his shackle set he couldn’t just walk to the door. He couldn’t even get back up to his hooves as he was, as he lacked the balance needed to get back to his hooves, another issue brought on by his wings. Normally that wouldn’t be a big problem, with a flap of his wings he could lift himself back to his hooves, and hop his way out of the room, but he was told ‘no flying’ and even a simple flap seemed like cheating.

He could just take the shackles off, the thought had crossed his mind. As they were, they were unlocks and completely undoable. They were so difficult to get on in the first place though, and would feel a shame to have gone through all that work just to remove them and have to do it all over again. With removal of the shackles and flying both out of the picture, he could only thing of one other way to get to the number 4 note.

It took a bit of adjusting, but in a matter of minutes Path managed to rotate himself onto his belly. It was the best position he could think of to move around, seeing that his wings also prevented him from laying on his back and scooting pushing himself with his legs around the house. What a horrible day to be a pegasus, but he felt that his gryphon friend knew all this ahead of time, and what he was about to do was exactly what she wanted.

Placing his knees on the ground, he lifted his body up to a half kneeling position, only to them move his torso forward as far as he could. Then, using his upper body strength, he pulled his legs after, getting a small amount of distance toward the front door with his action. Pathfinder repeated this over and over, caterpillaring his way through the house, making his way to his destination in small intervals, squirming over the carpet and around Anya’s furniture.

Eventually the front door came into the pegasus’ field of vision, and right next to it, on a small pedestal that positioned next to the door so it would be concealed by it when Path entered, was the fourth and final note. All he had to do was reach it, read it, and do what it said, and he would have, in his own mind, won this game she set for him. His efforts to crawl his way to the scrap of paper doubled, and Path even started to break out in beads of sweat as he strained his body through sheer determination. He felt like he could do this, that he could finish his goal.

...But then the door handle started to turn.

Pathfinder, still a few feet away from the door, watched as the handle moved, the turning of the mechanism inside hitting his ears as they allowed entry to whoever it was on the other side. It had to be Anya, as no one else would be here at this time or be so brazen to just walk into her home unannounced. Path had gotten so close, but time had ran out for him. He could have tried to get to the letter in a last ditch effort, but he was honestly already pretty tired, and even if he could muster the strength to get himself there, he couldn’t possibly read the instructions listed and act them out in the time it took someone to open a door. Sadly, he had to give up, and in doing so he relaxed his body in the position it was at the moment the knob started to turn.

The door slowly opened, and as expected Anya came through from the other side, carrying a sizable bag in her talon. The first thing she saw upon entering was her pegasus friend, all bound up, face to the floor, rump in the air, panting from behind a bit gag and slightly drooling on her carpet. Her eyes widened briefly at the sight of it, but then quickly shifted as a devious smirk grew across her face.

“Wow, I really didn’t expect you to get this far.” Anya said, going aside Path’s prone form. She eyed up her stallion friend greedily before crouching down to a level closer to his current height. “I was sure you’d ignore one of my commands and lock yourself in my room, but look at you. Limbs trapped, dick tied, mouth shut, and you even got into the pose I wanted. All four notes, done in the time it took me to go to the store.”

All four? Path questioned in his mind. He had only gotten to three of the notes. He hadn’t even seen what was written on the fourth. Why did she say that he had gotten to everything?

Thinking about it for a second, it became obvious what the command on the last note was. After getting himself ready, what else was there left to do, aside from being a good pet and waiting for her at the door? He had to laugh that by doing his best to complete her tasks, he had done so accidentally despite not having enough time.

Anya laid her bag on the floor, reaching into it as she said to Path, “Such dedication deserves a reward, and I have just the thing for you in here.”

Path watched happily and helplessly as Anya pulled a brand new leather collar from her bag, and wrapped it around his throat. She had clearly intended to use this on him regardless of his progress, but somehow all the work he did gave him the feeling that he really earned his new accessory. As it hugged his neck, he felt some degree of pride swell up in him. None of this was meant to be a test, but he had excelled in his role as a submissive.

“There we go, on nice and tight.” Anya said as she finished fitting Path with his collar. “Now we just need one more thing.” Reaching into her bag one more time, the gryphon took out a leash.

At the mere sight of it, Path knew what it meant for him, and let out a whimper.

“Come on,” Anya said in a stern, but someone humored tone while placing the clip of the leash on a D-ring on Path’s collar, “I know you’ve done a lot already, but I just need you to do a little bit more for me.”

The gryphon stood up, and gave the leash a few tugs. Reluctantly, Path complied with her wordless command, turning himself around back toward her room, then starting another caterpillar crawl back to it. He was certain that once he got in there, he would receive his real reward, the session of passionate and romantic BDSM play that they had planned for that day. He used that as his motivation, and made it through the doorway to his promised moment in paradise. Despite feeling tired, strained, and helpless, when that door closed behind him he felt as if he couldn’t have been happier to be trapped by his domineering gryphon mistress.

Author's Note

A little chapter made at the request of Scylla for their birthday. Might be a little less graphic than my usual stuff, but I felt a sweet display of loyalty and self bondage would be amusing. I hope you all enjoy this small expansion to the original story.