Chapters Gallus sighed. He couldn’t believe he ended up in a situation like this, though he could take solace in the knowledge that he was far from the only one to get into something like this. Gallus’ Friendship School class had recently graduated, and now they were full fledged graduates of friendship. Everypony was going off to do their own thing, maybe go home to family after spending so much time at the school. But, unfortunately, Gallus didn’t really have anyone to return to.
He’s been spending sometime wandering on his lonesome, which’d led him to some less savory corners of Equestria. And many of these involved gambling and such. Gallus figured that he might be a shoe-in for some good luck, so he tried his hand at a few games intent on garnering riches. Unfortunately, he’d soon find himself taking loans in order to fuel this desire. He’d get an occasional small win, but lady luck would not take mercy on him anytime soon.
Gallus found himself deep, deep in debt. And he was at the point where he couldn’t simply hope that a lucky break will save him. Even he’d have to admit that he wasn’t getting out of this easily. He sought out a way for easy money, trying to ask around for good gigs. Unfortunately, a lot of ponies weren’t too into hiring someone with a debt. He kept trying and trying, but would come to similar results of people not willing to hire him.
Except for one.
Eventually, he’d come across a more seedy part of Equestria. A few ponies here claimed to have means of fixing any financial issues. However, they tended to be geared towards prostitution, restaurants of licentious nature, and even… a slave ring. Apparently ponies around here would sell off ponies to help settle debts, and either it was legal, or other ponies were willing to keep quiet about it to keep it running. And Gallus would approach these guys, deciding who couldn’t be caught selling his body to somepony that’d nail him in an alley, and decided he was too proud for those weird restaurants.
So, he’d approach the owner of the ring, a teal mare with a straight mane. She’d make sure he told him as much about him as possible, from how much who owed, who he owed it to, his weight, his weight-lift capacity, buttock-size, dick size, whether or not he’s sexually active… She wanted to get a lot of details out of him, and she said it’d help with certain patrons decide who they want to purchase and who they don’t wanna. Needs to make sure that they’re up to snuff for whatever buyer shows up after all. Anyways, no matter how embarrassing the process was, Gallus would eventually go through the screening and have as much of his specifics written up as possible, and the teal mare would say that he’s ready, and in exchange for a year of service, his debt would disappear.
So, she’d bring him to a yard in the back of the building, where a bunch of other creatures, male or female, would be lined up. The back had only fencing guarding it so that those walking by would see those within and, hopefully, get interested in whatever they see. Gallus would be chained up to a pole, what he considered an unnecessary step. The owner said that she’ll be taking over the debts, and because of that a few ponies would exploit her generosity and see this as an opportunity to flee. So, she decided to forgo niceties after a few too many breakouts, and now everpony has to get leashed up and lie in wait.
And wait and wait he did. Gallus would sit there and wait for somepony, anypony to pop up and try to whisk him away wherever the rest of his slavery stuff would last. However, it would be a long, long process… At first, it took a long time for ponies to even arrive here. Maybe there were a few that’d gotten a bit too prideful to be seen in here, maybe some didn’t have the bits? Whatever the case, those under the mare’s captivity were stuck waiting. She’d regularly come back to feed them and tend to them and bring them inside to wash the dirt off them. On top of that, she’d make sure they’d get… trained… Some of the slaves were taken back in the facility to do all sorts of weird stuff. Gallus would come to learn what those were himself.
One day, the slaveowner would take him by the leash, and then lead him to the building within. He’d be brought to a cushy looking room, the floor nice and carpeted and velvety padding around the walls. It was lit by candles, and had velvet flowers scattered around the area. Gallus was led into the middle of the room.
“This is your first time, isn’t it?” the teal pony said.
“Well, first time here,” Gallus said.
“I know what I said,” the teal pony said. “Now, there’s the matter of what a girl’s gonna want to do with you…” She walked a few circles around the griffon, and he could feel her prying eyes look over practically every inch of him. “Lift up one of those hindlegs.” Gallus blushed, before doing as she asked, exposing one of his more intimate parts to the lewd mare. She leaned in close to it, diving her head underneath the lifted hindleg to keep him up in the air. Gallus blushed as her muzzle got worryingly close to right between…
“Th-think y’got a close enough look?” Gallus asked. However, he’d be greeted by the slight sniff from her. Feeling her sniffing beat against his crotch made him wince. “B-be careful there!”
“Hm…” the pony mulled over. She eventually backed away, and circled him again, now letting him set his legs down. As he did, the pony got around to his backside looking over it. Gallus could feel her eyes pry over him, and felt exceptionally exposed under her gaze. He could feel the pony take a few sniffs, which only got him more flustered.
“H-hey!” Gallus declared with a strong blush.
“Just checking you out,” she remarked clinically. She’d then pull away, allowing the griffon to lower his legs. He was still blushing up a storm, especially as the pony circled around to his backside. “Keep that tail up.” Gallus blushed harder as he lifted it, and could feel her scanning over his buttocks. He let out a yelp as she reached up a hoof, and caressed one cheek. She’d rub up and down it, muttering to herself as she stroked. Gallus, meanwhile, shook on his feet as she felt him up. “Hm… firm…”
“Y-yeah, like I already told you…” Gallus muttered as she rubbed.
“Hm…” the teal pony repeated. She’d then bring up another hoof to cup the other cheek, at which she began rubbing the two around, sometimes spreading them to show off everything between. Gallus was positively shaking now, his wings starting to flutter with embarrassment. “Nice and pliable. It’s amazing nopony’s gone and taken you already.”
“U-uh… th-thanks?” Gallus said in discomfort. Soon, however, the pony stopped prying them, and instead let him stand for a bit.
“Now… time for something more… hoofs on…”
Gallus woke up, groaning, much later. A few moments ago, he remembered he was in some fancy bedroom. After that, the owner pony touched him all weird. He felt like his mind was swimming with sensations too intense for him to process in a timely fashion. He remembered dirtiness, pleasure… exposure… Gallus blushed as he attempted to think back to what he’d been through, or at least as much as he could possibly remember. For now, his time with the pony was a blur. However, he could register pain in his backside, and a bit of soreness between the legs.
Gallus got up to his feet and rubbed at his head. As he did, he’d hear the familiar jingle of his leash beside him. Looking around, he’d find himself back in that field in the back of the pony’s facility. He sighed, and sat down, intent on lounging until somepony, anypony were to come around. Well, fortunately for him, his brief session with the owner had helped to iron out a few details, making sure that he’d be more… marketable.
Gallus would still be sitting around, when a patron would arrive. That day, Gallus would look out around, when he’d see a familiar pink blur dash around. He rose a brow and tried to follow it, when it seemed to zip around the fencing, seeming to pause only to peek in. Eventually, he saw it head in the direction of the front door. The gryphon would try to approach as far as he could to try and get a better read on the speeding creature. He knew few ponies that were quite that energetic.
“Was that…?” he asked himself. Meanwhile, he could hear some scampering within the building itself. He’d walk in its direction, where he’d raise an ear to try and listen in. He’d hear the familiar noise voice of his captor, intermingled with the ramblings of a familiar friend. It sounded like they were discussing, possibly about one of the slaves they were here to purchase. The owner’s more clinical tone would be greeted by the buyer’s more excited voice in a steady rhythm. She was probably listing off one of the slaves’ statistics or something. For now, Gallus watched on curiously, until the back door would eventually open, letting the buyer fly out and in his direction.
“GALLLUS!” an excited voice cried out as a pink pony with a blue mane lunged out in his direction.
“Wah!” the gryphon yelped out as the oncoming hippogriff pounced upon him, knocking him down onto his rear. Indeed, Gallus’ suspicions were starting to come true. Before him stood the pink furred, blue-maned hippogriff he got to know in Friendship School, none other than the bubbly Silverstream.
“Oh my gawk!! Gallus, you’re so poor you had to go and sell yourself into debt slavery?? That’s so hot!” Silverstream suddenly belted out excitedly, her words stringing together almost too fast for the gryphon to keep up. However, as he took in the words, his blush would continue to grow while he squeeze on his tail like it were a stress ball. Apparently, the owner and her were very thorough in discussing about him and his situation, which Gallus was sure would be some kind of violation. Not that he was in any real state to get compensation for this transgression.
“I’m gonna buy you, and then I’ll be your mistress, and you’ll be my slave, and I’ll chain you to my bed every night, and we will fuck, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck!!” Silverstream continued, punctuating her planning with little excited hops. Gallus felt more and more confused about his predicament. He hadn’t expected Silverstream to ever get like this…
“W-woah, slow down!” Gallus requested. “I-I don’t think I follow. F-For a moment, I thought you said you were going to chain me up and-“
“I did!” Silverstream suddenly interrupted. “Well, I was probably gonna pic up somepony some day or later. But when I heard you were over here, I thought that I better come up and get you before somepony else snatches you up!”
“W-what?” Gallus stuttered out in confusion. Meanwhile, the other pony came in towards the post with a keyring in the grip of her teeth. She got in close and leaned down to Gallus’ collar, where she opened up the collar and freed the gryphon. Before he could even realize it, though, Silverstream leans in and pulls him up into a sitting position.
“Come on! We’ve got so much fun to do!” Silverstream said. “And we got a lot of time to do it! Come on!” Faster than Gallus could protest, Silverstream began to pull the gryphon away. As he did, the owner pony showed up.
“Hey, miss? I can offer you another service to make transportation easier, given how fight-y your friend is,” she said. Silverstream looked at her curiously, and Gallus looked towards her in concern. “For 50 bits, I can bind that boy up, gag him, and stuff him in a slave transfer bag.
“Are you…? I-I don’t think that’ll be-“ However, faster than Gallus could protest, Silverstream had suddenly tossed a handful of bits at the owner’s hooves.
“I’ll take it!” she said as she did so. Gallus looked towards her in concern. However, faster than he could react, the owner pony had suddenly pounced towards him, swiftly knocking him down, him only able to mutter out a quick yelp as he’s grounded. While down, the owner pony took out a bunch of rope and began wrapping it around his limbs, tying his hind legs together and his forelegs together. Even his wings’d get pinned to his sides. Before long, a scarf-like device was shoved into his beak, before the pony wrapped either end around the back of his head and tied it tightly. Gallus writhed against the bindings and let out muffled protests, but there was no way he’d be able to get out of this trap. “Oh, I can’t wait until we get home!”
“Oh I’ll bet,” the owner pony said knowingly. She pulled from her hip a large duffel bag. Silverstream saw it, and immediately held Gallus by the ankles, before pulling him into the opening. The gryphon’s muffled voice would get louder, and he’d struggle even harder as she pulled him in. However, try as he might he can’t fight off the bindings. Silverstream was simply scooping him into the bag more and more. He’d keep on shifting around and screaming in confusion. However, especially once the owner pony joined in, the duo were able to get him nice and into the duffel bag, which was swiftly zipped up behind him. Gallus was trapped. He was stuck in the bag, Silverstream walking off. Meanwhile, the owner pony watched them, waving them both off. She couldn’t help but smile, just imagining what that boy would be going through.
It was a fairly long trek from the slave ring to her home. And all the while, Silverstream had a certain gryphon locked up in a duffel bag slung over her back. Eventually, Gallus’ initial fear over getting bound and gagged melted away into general boredom and annoyance at that boredom. He couldn’t even shimmy around too much, being bound and all. He could merely tap along his chest as he waited and waited, his only sign of progression being the gentle rock of Silverstream’s walking beneath her.
Eventually, though, he’d feel his captor leap up and swan dive into water, the duffel bag seeming to resist it, thankfully. She swam across the water’s surface and towards whatever is on the surface. Silverstream had the power to switch from her winged form to her aqueous form, where she adopted fins and a fish tail. With which, she plowed through the water at high speeds, jostling the bag Gallus was in. He shuddered and shook around in worry, though he couldn’t do much while he was bound up. He thrashed against the stuff and shook his mouth to try and get the gag off, but he couldn’t do anything. That pony made sure he was bound securely.
He sighed and fell limp in the bag, grumbling in annoyance. He recognized that this’d be a long, long trek. At the very least, the end of this long, long walk was rearing its head, if this body of water she was swimming through was in fact the same kind of body of water Gallus was thinking it was. Of course, there was the fear of what exactly would happen once he reached that end and officially started his slavery. One year, that was what he’d have to sit through. Despite Silverstream’s reaction upon first seeing his situation, Gallus couldn’t really see whatever she’s up to being particularly harmful. Maybe she’d just like to lie him down, spend a passionate night with him or two, maybe have them share a meal and/or a date. Whatever the case, Gallus figured that he’d be in no danger once Silverstream would finally release him.
Eventually, she’d stop swimming and climb up onto a platform in the middle of the water. There, she got into her land form and shook the water off of her, as she walked into the door in the side of it. She quickly closed it behind her, and locked it. Once inside, she slid the bag off of her shoulder and onto the floor, where she grabbed the zipper. In a quick motion, she unzipped it and Gallus’s eyes stung as the light finally poured into his dark space. With freedom in sight, Gallus’s squealing and wriggling intensified.
“Welcome home, buddy!” she declared. She reached in and pulled the squirming boy out and onto the floor, where she began undoing the bindings. “Thanks for being so cooperative by the way! That could’ve gotten a lot more annoying if you kept on wriggling around!” She’d undo the gag before she’d undo the rest of his bindings. At that, he gagged and hacked, trying to refill his maw with saliva.
“Ugh, that was so annoying,” he muttered. He then turned towards Silverstream as she undid the ropes around him. “Ugh, thanks for getting me out of there. Still, I have to ask, what were you doing over at that slave seller’s place?”
“My mom gave me some bits to buy a slave for myself!” she said as she undid the ropes. “I thought to go check out something more exotic than the other hippogriffs. So I went over there, when I suddenly found you! And now you know the rest!”
“Yeah, yeah, I guess,” Gallus muttered as the bindings were soon removed. He sat up, before standing on his legs and stretching out his limbs. “Again, thanks for the rescue. We’ll just hang around, maybe play whatever games you want, and-“ However, he was quickly shut up by the sound of cast iron shut around him. His eyes widened and he glanced down in worry. There, he’d spy a cast iron ring locked around his neck like a really tight necklace. Said ring had hanging from it a tag with the name “Gallus” engraved in it. “What is-?” As he spoke, he reached up to try and pry at it. When he pulled at it, he suddenly felt a jolt of electricity course through him, his fur standing on end and his wings extending far outwards. It lasted for just over a second, but still felt intense. “Yowch! What was that?!”
“Silly! You can’t just take that thing off!” Silverstream said. “That owner pony gave it to me to ‘keep you in line’ as she put it! If you try to take it off, it’ll shock you! If you disobey me, it’ll shock you too!” Gallus looked over at her in worry and betrayal. He hadn’t expected her to ever do something as underhanded as that. Why would she do something so… evil? “You know, I should really test this to make sure it works.” She then cleared her throat and tapped her chin in contemplation. “Oh I could do anything right now, but what’d be good enough to service a test run…?” Eventually, she snapped her fingers. “I know!”
With that, she adjusted herself in front of her, and brushed her mane as she eyed Gallus a worrying look. Gallus felt himself shudder as she looked on him.
“Oh Gallus~ Won’t you kiss my cheek?” she asked. Gallus rose his brow, as if he couldn’t believe it. However, a gentle tingle told him he couldn’t contemplate too long. It was slowly building up, as if threatening to turn into a full on storm if he waited too long. He sighed and began leaning forwards, twisting his head to make sure he’d align with one of her cheeks. Then, with a few breaths to psyche himself up, he leaned forwards, and smooched her cheek. Silverstream squealed in excitement once he did. “Do it again!”
Gallus rolled his eyes at that, but he could feel the tingle of defiance again threaten to course through him with great intensity. He leaned in, and kissed her cheek again.
“EEEEEEEE!” Silverstream squealed while kicking about excitedly. She then oriented herself to offer the other cheek. “Now this one!” Gallus complied with a bit more ease than before, now getting to understand his situation more. Gallus was blushing a storm, and Silverstream was now also starting to blush, growing more and more excited for how subservient her new slave was already acting. “Ok ok! One more test!” she decided. Gallus sighed at what appeared to be the end of this humiliating session here. He stood back as Silverstream quickly jumped and spun in the air, before ending up turned around. The hippogriff leaned down forwards and hiked her rump into the air, her tail hitched up while she shook her tush before him, causing the gryphon to blush harder while he watched her booty, simply following their movement with his eyes while he felt annoyance begin to creep up.
“Silverstream, please no…” Gallus muttered. However, even from behind, he could tell that his friend had a giant grin on her face.
“Come on, you only have to kiss one of them! Right in the middle of the cheek!” she said excitedly.
“Come on Silverstream, you gotta admit this is weird,” Gallus argued. However, he could still feel his ring tingling, energy building with intent of punishing for daring not to want to kiss somepony on the butt. “I-I was quick to kiss your face cheeks, isn’t that proof enough that the test works? A-at least maybe you can choose somewhere else?”
“I dunno, you don’t seem very cooperative right now~” Silverstream said in a sing song. And all the while, she shook, though not in a taunt. She was clearly excited to see how far she could get with this boy and if she could get him to tend to any and all parts of her. And that excitement mobilized as her hind legs quaking around. Gallus felt the charge get stronger and stronger. He started to lift a claw in hopes of removing it, but deep down he knew better, and so he lowered it.
“Grr… Grah!” he grunted. He suddenly plunged puckered lips-first and shut his eyes in hopes that this’d make this easier to get through. And so, he managed to plant down in the middle of her left buttock, at which she stopped her shaking and instead squealed a girlish squeal, her upper half now rocking with excitement.
“Oh Gally~! I knew you’d show your love!” she squealed. Gallus rolled his eyes, both at the nickname and her elation. So, he pulled his lips off of her, and then spat at the ground while Silverstream got out of her pose and turned around to face him.
“Ugh, gross,” he remarked. It wasn’t actually gross, she was actually fairly nice and unnaturally clean. Still, regardless of the hindquarters, he’d sooner avoid anything like that again. “You better not do stuff like that again.”
“Oh, we’ll see~” Silverstream cooed. “For now, I think I gotta show you to your quarters!” She leaned in and held Gallus by the shoulder, before he began tugging him deeper into the house. He sighed as they did so. As he did, he’d get to see beyond the lobby, what he could only describe as a living room, showing off a cushy couch with velvet, pink cushions. In the middle of the living room was a pool of water that looked to be possibly as deep as the lake they were in, possibly leading down into the building beneath the water.
From the living room, he can see aspects of what he’d assume to belong to other rooms, except meshed in here. He could see an oven in oven pressed up against one of the walls, a sink that only had a few pieces of silverware in it, he saw a pile of cushy pillows that looked like they’ve been bounced on all over, and a pristine, ivory table that doesn’t look to’ve been eaten at at any point recently. He saw a couple of sea ponies slumped over and sleeping, before suddenly springing up when the two entered. One was a guy wearing some sort of butler outfit, and two ladies dressed up like maids. They also wore rings like Gallus’. He’d see three ivory doors leading from this room and to rooms he couldn’t quite discern.
“This is where I stay and have fun and eat!” Silverstream said. She then motioned towards the doors one by one. “Over there is the bathroom, over there is the guest bedroom, and over there is my bedroom!”
“Uh, who’re these three?” Gallus asked as he looked over at the sea ponies. The butler was rushing over to the oven and stood before it, while the maids made themselves look busy by cleaning spots that were clearly clean, one scrubbing at the table and one dusting the pillows.
“Graduation gifts!” Silverstream said. “They clean stuff up, prepare my meals, and pamper me! I tried to do boyfriend and/or girlfriend stuff with them, but I dunno, it never felt right. I asked mom where she got those three, and I found you, and now you’re here!” Gallus blushed as she spoke, especially when she brought up boyfriend and girlfriend stuff.
“U-uh, what exactly did you need of me that you couldn’t get from those other three?”
“I already told you! I wanna fuck you!” Silverstream said in alarming excitement. “And fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck-!”
“O-ok, I think I get it now,” Gallus said, trying to wave her off. “But, isn’t it a little random to go for me? Y-you seemed to target me specifically above any other pony locked up back there.” Silverstream retorted with a giggle.
“Come on, you’re cute!” Silverstream said. “Got a sweet color, fine build,” and as she listed, she drew back and lifted a hand cupping one of Gallus buttocks, much to his embarrassment. “Wonderful features~” He shuddered in her grip and was about to step away. “Stand still.” Gallus’ attempt at fleeing was swiftly halted with two words. He could only stand there and blush while Silverstream groped at his rump. He could hear her heart bumping with excitement as she kept on. Eventually, with a dreamy sigh, she pulled away. “So yeah, that’s why I wanted to bring you with me!”
Gallus looked at her wearily, still blushing. He could feel his heart pounding, and was breathing heavily to try and steady himself. He held his chest with one hand as he did so, while bringing his tail down to protectively shield his rump.
“U-uh, I-I have to ask now…” Gallus muttered. “I mean, h-how long have-have you felt like this?” Silverstream tilted her head in confusion. “Y-you know, how long have you, ahem, admired my, what you call, cuteness? Admired my color and build? And admired my, ahem, features …?”
“…Hm, how long, how long?” she muttered to herself while stroking her chin. She seemed less like she was searching her memory and more like she was trying to find a time frame that sounded more excusable. “Uh… hey, I think I should show you your living space!” she suddenly declared.
“Silverstream?” Gallus asked. However, the sea pony was already leading him deeper in, and towards the door that she’d motioned towards when she said “bedroom”. She’d open the door and lead him deeper in, where he’d see a very pastel room. The floor was covered in wine red carpeting, while a bed towards the edge of it had a golden frame, a yellow mattress, and a green blanket and pillow. The head of the bed bore gold spikes and a golden pair of shafts on either corner at the head, golden seahorses posted at the top of those pillars. The head was also lined with a clam shell-like backing.
Besides it, there was a dresser with a pearl shade to it near one of the similarly pearly wall, which curled around the room in a dome-like fashion. He’d also see a nightstand nearby seemingly made of the same material as the bed frame. Near the bed, he’d see a similarly same-material pole embedded in the ground, and near it was a similarly golden table. Said pole had, attached to it, a leather lead akin to a dog’s leash. Already, Gallus had pretty bad feelings about this room.
“Here is where you’ll be staying for your duration,” Silverstream said while motioning towards the pole. “I’ll make sure you get fed well, and I’ll hang out with you and pet you and squeeze you and hug you and fuck you and-!”
“Sl-slow down,” Gallus said while trying to wave her down. “A-are you really saying that I’ll have to stay in this room or something?”
“Mhmm!” Silverstream said with an excited nod. “Trust me, I’ll be a really good owner! I’ll make sure you get fed well, I’ll hang out with you and pet you and squeeze you and fuck you and-“ she repeated. But Gallus shook his head and again waved her down
“Come on, you’ve gotta admit that this is weird!” Gallus squealed. “I-I have to go out, to feel the sun, to breath the fresh air, extend my limbs… I can’t just sit here and wait to do stuff with you.”
“I’m sorry Gallus, but you kind of have to,” Silverstream said. She then pointed down at Gallus’ collar. Gallus followed where she was pointing, and the truth began to dawn on him. “I could make it an order. Then you’d get all tingly until you do it.” At that, Gallus sighed and bowed his head. He then glumly walked over towards the pole in the room, Gallus skipping after him excitedly. He soon sat right beside the pole, soon greeted by Silverstream as she took up the leash. She put it on Gallus’ ring, and clipped it tightly. She gave a few practice tugs on it, and it stood firm.
“Perfect!” she declared. “I’ll have my cook cook up something good for you, just wait here!” With that, she turned and skipped away, leaving Gallus in the room and on the leash, him sighing in annoyance. He’d simply sit there for a while, slowly getting more and more bored. Eventually, he’d walk over to the bed to potentially lay on it. However, it was only upon getting close that he felt uncomfortable.
He couldn’t believe that he’d gone and considered sleeping on another pony’s bed. He looked over it, and could see the faint outline of Silverstream’s lying body on the mattress. He leaned in close, and was greeted with the pungent smell of the sea pony. He initially reared back upon realizing he was able to smell the one that was on it, before his brain began to process it. That mattress bore a strangely fruity smell. Was this what she smelled like, or something else? He carefully leaned in and took a few cautious sniffs. It smelled… good?
He felt himself nearing the mattress, threatening to bury his nostrils into the sheets. However, he shook his head and pulled away, rubbing his forehead.
“Ugh, what am I doing?” Gallus said to himself. “I’ve just been bought like livestock. I can’t do something that intimate, especially while she isn’t in the room.” He walked away from the bed, and felt his head urging to glance back at it. He shook his head as he neared the pole, before sitting next to it. “I’m not going to… I’m not going to…” He sighed and tried to relax against the pole. Occasionally, he’d reach up to try and adjust his ring, though any attempts to slip his finger between his neck and the ring would be greeted with a jolt through his form. He guessed he’d just have to stay here and be uncomfortable.
And wait he did. And wait, and wait, and wait, and wait. And all the while, that bed seemed to usher his attention towards it, as if begging to be smelled.
“Ngh… No way,” he said as he waved down the bed, seeming to believe in the moment that he could reason with it. And so he’d keep waiting…
He’d later be lying on the ground and snoring, having been bored out of his mind. He was grateful that the floor was at least nice. Soon, though, his rest would be interrupted by the noise of the door creaking open. With a groan, he’d crane himself back awake, and find himself looking at Silverstream, who held a platter of hayburgers, and a glass of lemonade.
“I got you dinner~!” she cheered. As she did, she’d skipped towards that table near the pole Gallus was stuck to.
“Man, I’m starving,” Gallus remarked. He then began to walk over to it, where he’d sit at the table and begin taking up the food and chomping into it. Meanwhile, Silverstream was heading elsewhere in the room, towards a dresser out of reach. Gallus felt it was innocuous enough, though found it kind of weird that she’d be going to it so late in the day. Maybe that was normal? He didn’t know. For now, he just had his food to tend to. And so he’d eat, and eat and eat, before eventually exhausting the platter.
“Mmm~” Gallus muttered, patting his belly. “Oh man that’s good~!”
“Glad you’re so happy!” Silverstream chirped, still searching through her dresser. And now, having finished his meal, Gallus felt a little stranger about her doing that.
“Hey, uh, what exactly are you looking for?” Gallus asked her.
“Oh, I’m just organizing a few things over here,” Silverstream said. “Remember, I said we’d fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck, and we haven’t done that yet!”
“Uh…” Gallus said in worry. “A-and why do you have to look in there to do that with me?”
“Oh silly, did you think I’d snatch a slave up for something plain?” Silverstream said with a giggle. Gallus’ eyes widened at that and he felt fear creep through his spine. “I thought to buy a few things ahead of time to have fun with you! …And I think I got the last of it!” With that, she first pulled up a pair of handcuffs, though not real-looking ones. Instead of metal bands, the cuffs were fuzzy, clearly more intended for play than for detaining. Though, that wasn’t to say detaining wasn’t a thing they could do. “Head over on top of the bed for me, won’t you?”
Gallus felt worried about the cuffs, though knew he couldn’t fight back. He could already feel the slave ring on him tingling threateningly. So, he’d scamper over towards the bed, where he’d climb up on top of it and lay over it. Once more, that tingling halted. Silverstream would skip towards the bed, bouncing all the while, before she’d bounce over the foot of the bed and slam right upon the mattress, giving the whole thing and Gallus a little bounce.
The gryphon found himself sprawled out on his back, stunned by the strike. Faster than he could react, Silverstream lunged forwards and grabbed his wrist, where she dragged it towards one of the posts at the head, and strapped it to it. Gallus gave a few tugs on it, and sure enough, it was firm. In the meantime, Silverstream would hold his leash, before undoing it and letting it drop to the ground.
“Needed to get that thing outta the way!” Silverstream declared. “And now, with everything out of the way, there’s nothing stopping me from playing with you~” Gallus remained wide eyed and blushing, wriggling weakly underneath her in worry. Meanwhile, the sea pony began to grope around him, lewdly cooing and moaning as she squeezed his various muscles. He shivered at each poke and prod, before she eventually flipped him around on his belly and over her lap. With him laid out, Silverstream began stroking his back, which only got him shivering more. “Shhhh~ You’re in good claws~”
“Nnng… S-Silverstream…?” Gallus muttered in uncharacteristic worry. He’d then be shut up, instead letting out a surprised yelp as the sea pony gripped his rear. She began by cupping either cheek and squeezing while her other claw stroked his back. And to make things worse, her thumb would occasionally dip between his cheeks, not quite deep enough to touch anything within his buttocks, but still lewd enough to send shivers up his spine. She teased and teased, before she’d raise that claw high up in the air. Gallus, of course, was worried. “Silverstream! Don’t-!” he shouted.
However, her hand would whip down and smack him right on his rear! He yelped out in shock at that strike, and would begin struggling harder and harder. However, her once comforting, stroking hand had turned into one that’d pin him down, holding him tightly against her lap while she reared up again, and swung.
“Hee hee~! Your butt’s all jiggly!” she giggled as she smacked some more. Gallus grunted and groaned in pain as she kept on smacking, all while kicking around wildly.
“Sweet Celestia! Stop it! Please!” Gallus shouted out as she kept on smacking. She seemed intent on spanking him raw! She was beating him until his rump was nice and tender and what was a mild sting would escalate into full blown torture. However, after enough of that, Silverstream stopped, and merely held his buttocks and admired her work. His formerly blue feather-covered behind was red with sting. His previous flailing and kicking died down into weak twitches and light moans of pain. And Silverstream, meanwhile, merely stroked his behind, while also using the moment to grope him.
“This butt is even better than I dreamed it’d be~” she cooed in amazement. She stroked and groped, and the gryphon was too weak to offer much more resistance than a few weak wriggles. Silverstream merely stroked and stroked, a big grin on her face. Then, with a cheeky grin, she thrusted her fingers between his cheeks and under his tail.
“Wah!” Gallus yelped out, wriggling harder at the sudden penetration. Silverstream snickered and teased his booty a little, gently fingering at it, before pulling away.
“Heh heh~ We can mess with that stuff later~” the sea pony giggled. She then gently placed Gallus back on the bed, before she got up and headed towards the dresser again. She’d organized it earlier, so she was able to find exactly what she was looking for, some sort of ring. “Ok, big boy~ I want you to keep those legs spread!”
“H-hm?” Gallus muttered in worry. However, it’s not like he could stop himself from obeying her. So, while he was laid on his back, he lifted his legs and spread them outwards, forced to show off his package. Silverstream trotted up to the foot of the bed, and the whole time she was eyeing his package. Gallus felt hopelessly, hopelessly exposed before her, like he was being eyed up be a predator. However, despite the danger, or maybe even because of it, he felt all tingly. He wanted to clench his legs together to protect himself, but was compelled to keep them apart due to the slave collar. Soon, Silverstream was at the foot, looking down at him hungrily.
She brought up a hand, and licked it and her fingers. Gallus wriggled about in discomfort as she did so, before she held her hand outwards and wiggled her fingers. And then, she lunged down and grabbed tight!
“A-ah!” Gallus grunted, before trying to reach down to grab her grasping hand. However, a few strokes on her end stopped him, causing him to moan out and shiver on top of that bed. “A-ah! S-Silverstream~!” She stroked and stroked, and licked her lips hungrily as she did so. Up and down, up and down she went, and he got more and more tingly.
“Mmm~ I want this bad boy nice and hard for me~” she cooed. She kept on rubbing and rubbing, and Gallus would feel her wet, slippery hand glide from his base to his tip, alternating between squeezing him like a tube of toothpaste on the way up, to tickling his tip when she got up there. Gallus was kicking and flailing, beating the mattress with a fist as she rubbed him. He knew that if she got him where she wanted him, he was in trouble. Despite that fear in the back of his mind, he was getting harder and harder, his toes curling painfully tight.
“Yes~ Yes~!” Silverstream cooed as she kept on rubbing. Soon, her prey was rigid, hard as a rock in her hand. And with it upright, she took that ring she grabbed, and pulled it open with a “snap” noise. Then, she brought the ring to his base, where she shut the ring. It felt painfully tight on him, too tight for him to possibly kick off or open up. “That’s to keep this thing up! I don’t want you getting soft on me too soon!”
“Soft…? Too soon?” Gallus repeated in confusion. Unfortunately, his answer would become painfully, painfully apparent as the sea pony climbed up onto the bed, where she’d carefully plant her hands around him, just barely missing his form. However, their closeness would merely serve to remind Gallus who was the predator here. Her hind legs would soon shove themselves under Gallus’ thighs, and she’d lean her lower body down, which allowed the gryphon to see her nether lips dangerously close to his crotch.
Silverstream reached down with one hand, where she’d gently spread her pussy, revealing the vaginal walls, already slick with arousal that she must’ve accrued either while she spanked Gallus, or throughout the day as she waited for this moment. Whatever the answer, neither was a pleasant thought for the gryphon. He was frozen in place as his assailant blushed and moaned, making sure she was wide open for him. Then, with a gentle sigh, she lowered herself, her legs hooking his thighs and keeping them spread out, before she forced him inside her in an amazon press. Gallus’ legs squeezed tight and his tail swished around erratically as he was forced deep into her, Silverstream gasping out upon entry.
Now, she set her claws on his chest as she heaved, Gallus’ entire form trembling beneath her claws as she gave a few bucks, raising up a little, only to shove herself downwards and force him up inside her. She’d start at a steady, slow pace, where she’d shove herself just a few centimeters above the ring, before lifting herself up to about half way to the tip. Gallus’ chest heaved and his face was red as she pumped him full of stimulation and emotions.
“N-ngh! S-Silverstream…” he grunted out.
“I know, I know~” Silverstream gasped out as she kept on riding him. Up and down she kept going, Gallus waving his fore legs about. He felt himself frantically grasping around for anything to hold onto, as if he were about to fall from a climbing wall. Once claw was unable to go more than a few inches from the post, but the other swept about in front of him and trembled as feelings he’d never felt before ravaged his form.
“Mmm~ Your shaking is making this soooo gooooood~” Silverstream cooed as she pressed down on Gallus’ underbelly. “I-I can feel you shake about inside me, and all under me… I feel soooo good~ P-please keep shaking~” The more she spoke, the more she clenched her fingers around him, digging her claws into him. He gasped out and thrashed a little harder as he felt her claws threaten to pierce his hide.
“S-Silver! Y-your claws!” Gallus gasped out. However, instead of understanding or mercy, he’d instead be greeted by a knowing smirk on the girl’s lips. Instead, she made sure her fingertips hooked his flesh, before she dragged them down his underbelly. Gallus gasped out and thrashed harder and harder. “Silver!!!”
“Mmm~ Y-you keep squirming like that, and I’ll n-never stop!” Silverstream cooed. Her own hips were now beginning to quake in response to the stimulation running through her form, which meant she vibrated around him and stimulated him more and more. She’d soon reach just above his waistline, before bringing her claws up and raking through his form again, still pounding away while the boy grew too overwhelmed to even speak. His head was laid flat against the pillow and his tongue was now lulled past his beak. His body seemed less able to react to his own will, and more merely responded to the stimulation and the scratching. More and more she pumped, and closer and closer to the edge Gallus felt himself near.
One more… two more…
“N-n-ngggggh!” Gallus grunted. Silverstream lifted off him the moment he grunted, and just in time, as she’d then see his semen fly out and over his underbelly. With that, he was left gasping and gasping, expecting to go flaccid. However, the ring… It held tightly, refusing to let the blood leave his appendage. Silverstream ran her arm over it to clean it a little, before her crotch was back in place.
“I’m… still… hungry~” Silverstream panted. Gallus’ eyes widened, and round 2 started. The bed squeaked and creaked as the two bounced, Silverstream’s pussy squeezing him tightly while she pounded him harder than before, keeping on scratching him in a threatening fashion. If she hadn’t refused to drawn blood before, Gallus would’ve been convinced she was out to kill him right now, especially now that her pounding got more intense upon his previously spent dick.
“S-Silver! Y-you’re breaking me!” Gallus grunted out in worry. However, the sea pony didn’t seem bothered by his worry as she kept on pumping and pumping, her vagina expertly milking and squeezing him. It wouldn’t be long before he came again. And again. And again. And again.
It felt like she rode him for hours before, with a dream-filled moan, Silverstream would soon fall forwards and on top of him. Now, she’d wrapped her fore legs around his torso and hugged him tightly in a post coitus bliss, both parties panting and all sweaty. Silverstream may’ve felt weak against his form, but he was outright limp on that mattress. The two would merely try and catch their breath and recover after all of that. Of course, Silverstream would recover sooner, at which point she’d reach back, and undo his cock ring, letting his cock finally rest.
“Oh, thank Celestia…” Gallus grunted, panting more and more. Silverstream was still catching her breath, before she looked over his face. She leaned in, and kissed him on the cheek. She leaned down and rested on his chest while she held him tightly, occasionally letting out an “oh wow”.
“O-okay, wow, that was… intense,” Gallus started. “Please tell me you don’t plan on us doing this every night!”
“Of course not, silly!” Silverstream cheered.
“Oh, thank Celestia!”
“Tonight was a warm-up! Tomorrow we break out the fun toys!”
“Wait, what?”
“Oh, just rest your silly head,” Silverstream cooed. “We’ve got a-a lot of energy to get back.” With that, she yawned, before leaning down and resting on his chest like it was some sort of pillow. Gallus panted too, though he felt a slight twinge of fear in his core. He panted and panted, before he felt exhaustion threaten to take its hold. For now, with her on top of him and himself cuffed, he decided that maybe the best thing to do was to relax.
With that, he let out a defeated sigh and lied back on the pillow, falling asleep while being lulled into his slumber to the smell of whatever that fruity smell on the bed was.
It went on like that for many, many weeks. 4 months would go by, and 6 days a week Silverstream would skulk into her room, get Gallus on her bed, and force herself on him like that all over again, from keeping him rigid with a cock ring, to scratching him to get him more and more squirmy within her vaginal hold. And her assault wouldn’t get any easier than before. Now, she was rough and tough and would squeeze him with all her might, until he’d fall asleep from all of the stimulation. Rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat, so on, so forth, for weeks…
The six days were devastating to him, where he’d spend what must’ve been hours being pounded by Silverstream. She’d practically sap all of his energy and leave so little for him to use whenever he does wake up in a room empty unless she visits. He’d eat and drink, sure, but for what energy they offered, they’d soon quickly get dashed by another bout of sex with Silverstream. She, fortunately, had the state of mind to realize he couldn’t survive a full week of that, so on the seventh day, Silverstream would order a unicorn over, with the intent of healing up his scratches and restoring his energy. He was very thankful for that.
However, that would merely be a temporary reprieve. He knew that the day after, Silverstream would come to belt out more of that intense session. No matter how much he’d thrash, how much he’d squeal, how much he’d beg, the sea pony would ride him like, well, like a pony, even if he’d fear she’d break him into hundreds of little pieces. For a while, Gallus was sure that he’d get used to it or something, but she somehow managed to make the intensity so great, he’d never ever feel like he was safe while he was under her, no matter how good it might’ve felt.
Meanwhile, for a while, it seemed almost as if Silverstream was getting used to it. She still enjoyed his wriggling and how he felt inside her, but one can only dominate someone so many days in a row to keep it fun. Fortunately, she’d give herself a bit of a toy to enjoy a brand new session with him, and they each could indulge themselves in a bit of a… different dynamic.
One day, the front door was hit with a thud a bit stronger than a knock.
“Oops! My bad!” a dopey voice said. Silverstream approached and opened it wide, revealing the yellow-maned pegasus with bubbles for a cutie mark. She had on her side a satchel for carrying messages, but this time had carried a couple boxes with her down here. “Are you Silverstream?” she asked the sea pony. She enthusiastically nodded. The delivery mare held out a clipboard, which Silverstream signed. She investigated the signature, biting her tongue in concentration. She nodded, before flying away and leaving whatever boxes she’d left for Silverstream. One of them was about as big as Silverstream’s midsection and seemed to contain multiple items that rolled around lightly from within. The other, instead, was even taller than she was, but was very flat.
“Yoo hoo!” Silverstream cooed into her house. At that, a pair of her maids came forth, and nodded in understanding, before picking up either box and carrying them into the building, Silverstream skipping in their tracks. Eventually, the boxes would be carried into Silverstream’s bedroom, at which Gallus would look over curiously. Of course, they were set far from his range, meaning he couldn’t investigate the contents. Instead, Silverstream skipped in and towards the boxes.
“Thanks you too!” Silverstream said to the maids. “Now, please go back to your stations!” The two bowed, before turning and walking out of the room. And then, she turned and began tearing into the boxes, scraps of cardboard and tape flinging behind her as she dug.
“U-uh, what do you got there?” Gallus asked in worry.
“I wanted to spice some things up after four months!” Silverstream cheered. “So, I sent a letter and decided to buy a few new toys!” At that, Gallus blushed and held his tail defensively.
“N…New toys?” Gallus repeated in worry. Silverstream nodded enthusiastically as she finally pulled the flaps of the midsection-sized box open. And from this angle, Silverstream gasped in worry. He wasn’t able to see much inside, but he could see a worryingly large dildo protruding from the box. After opening that box, Silverstream moved onto the flatter one, which she clawed open as enthusiastically as the previous box. And then, she pried it open, revealing a wheel within, its color patterned akin to a target. It bore green padding, some forming an inner circle and some forming a ring outside of it, a gap between showing off the wood beneath as well as tracks for gears, cuffs fastened to them. It looked like the cuffs would spin throughout the circular device, as if intent on spinning around whoever was stuck on it.
She brought the device up, revealing a set of legs within with which she propped the circular device on top of it. She’d then drag it over near Gallus’ pole, where she’d set it up. She’d then walk back to the toy bag while Gallus looked over at it in sheer worry, sweat dropping down his brow in waterfall-like gushes. He could only watch Silverstream’s shaking backside as she dug through the box for whatever toys she was after. Eventually, she’d pull out a set of red, leather boots, which she slid up either of her legs. The hind ones ended in hooves, while the fore ones ended in claws, with segments for each digit to slide into.
Gallus blushed and sweated harder as his captor put on the colorful equipment, fearing for the worst. And it got even worse when she pulled out a bondage vest, ball gag, and blindfold. Gallus shuddered with worry as the sea pony walked over towards him while carrying each lewd device. What he didn’t expect, however, was for Silverstream to thrust the devices out in offering towards the griffon. Gallus furrowed his brow curiously and looked over the stuff, when she shook it, as if to entice him towards it.
“Uh… I-I don’t get it…” Gallus said.
“Well I want you to put it on me, silly!” Silverstream said matter of factly. Gallus only seemed more confused at her explanation of the seemingly obvious. He carefully reached forwards and snatched up the equipment she handed him, and looked over the stuff. The, he glanced towards Silverstream, who’d turned around in anticipation, her shaking her booty in front of him. Gallus blushed deeper and deeper, and panted heavily. He felt like he was dreaming or something. No, not quite a dream, no he began to think that this could be some kind of trap or trick.
What was she going to do? Would these toys somehow fly off of her to attack him? Would this stuff magically glue to his hand or something? Or was somebody going to spring in and get him in trouble for trying to wrap her up? However, his contemplation only got Silverstream shaking more and more and more and more. She seemed especially excited, so he was getting less and less certain that he should avoid this. He sighed, before leaning in. He wrapped up the gags, blindfold, and bondage vest. It took him a bit of work to get it just right, and he was scared of hurting her, but a few wriggles on her part made her motion for him to do it harder.
He sighed and kept on working. He’d have to tug the blindfold and gag tighter, and he’d have to tie up the bondage vest more and more. He kept on working and working, until it was nice and tight. Silverstream couldn’t speak, she couldn’t see, and she could barely move. But she was still shaking with excitement.
“O-ok, now what?” Gallus asked in confusion and concern. Silverstream mumbled and shook in a vague direction towards the spinning wheel. “Y-you wanna go to the wheel thing you stood up?” Silverstream nodded enthusiastically. “O…Ok…” Gallus said. He walked her over and over towards it, trying to walk him carefully to it. Once she stopped, she brought a wrist and drew a circle around it. “A-and now you…?” He glanced at the wheel. “You want to be cuffed to that thing?” Silverstream again nodded enthusiastically.
“A-are you sure?” Gallus asked. Silverstream nodded again and again. “…O-ok…” Silverstream then squatted down, prompting the gryphon to bend down to wrap his arms under her legs and behind her back. He hoisted her up, before placing her black on the center of that bondage wheel, before he brought her hind legs down in those straps, which he wrapped close. Then he took up her fore legs, and placed them in the upper straps, and sealed them in place. Silverstream wobbled around in place and found herself trapped in place.
She let out a muffled squeal of bliss and excitement, and she’d shake against the wheel. Gallus shivered and stepped back, nervously wringing his claws together.
“O-ok, I got you restrained,” he said. “N-now, Sh-should I scratch you? Should I touch you somewhere?” Silverstream let out more muffles and rocked in the direction of the box of toys. Gallus then carefully approached, and began to search through the stuff. Even if it was ordered new, which even that he wasn’t sure of, he felt uncomfortable. These things were about to do something even he wouldn’t have brought himself towards. As he searched, he’d find himself blushing harder and harder.
“Great Grover’s Ghost! Where do you even find this stuff, Silverstream?” Gallus asked in horror. “Cat-of-nine-tails… dripping candles… I pray this branding iron’s a prop.” As he searched, he saw something especially odd and narrowed his eyes curiously. “Is that… an ant farm?!” He snapped back in abject terror, his heart positively racing right now. Silverstream nodded and let out muffled squeals of excitement. “And you want me to use this on you?! Seriously?!” Silverstream again nodded. “I mean, geez! You have a double-ended dildo in here! How would we even-?” As he glanced over the toy, he took pause as gears spun in his brain. “Oh…” All the while, Silverstream squealed in excitement and shook and shook.
Gallus glanced from the equipment, and back to her. He kept on contemplating whether to use it or not. As he did, he’d begin to realize he wasn’t feeling that tingle. Why is that, though? Was it because she wasn’t actually saying the stuff? Could he just not do this because it makes him so uncomfortable? Could he ignore her orders finally? Still, she seemed very excited, even in her squirming. He wasn’t sure how, but he could certainly tell that she was doing it out of excitement, especially with how her squealing sounds not of protest, but of glee. He felt weird about this whole situation, but he felt sort of like he’d owe it to her, especially now that he got her restrained, to indulge in her. Besides, he’d finally be the one not getting pounded.
He sighed, and went to pick up the whip in the box. He sighed and walked over in front of her, and Silverstream seemed to shake at each step, seeming in anticipation of whatever toy he was going to use on her. He had one claw wrapped around the handle, and he’d grasp the rest of the toy with his other. He ran the non-handle-wielding claw from the base of the whip, and up to the tip of the tails. He sighed, before clacking the base against his other palm.
“O-ok… I-if you get uncomfortable with this, just remember you asked for it…” Gallus sighed. He rose the cat-of-nine-tails, before whipping it forwards. Silverstream squealed as the stuff lashed over several parts of her chest. Gallus winced at her reaction, but her slight pain was overwritten by an excited squeal. She began thrusting her body at him, as if inviting more whipping. Gallus blushed deeply and repeated the motion, now striking her thighs and waist. She quivered and squealed once more, her wings flailing about in reaction.
Gallus would repeat the process, purposefully avoiding the face as he whipped and whipped. His face was flush with red as he kept on striking, feeling more and more uncomfortable about what he’s doing. Eventually, though, her body was raw thanks to him, and she could only pant and pant and pant.
“O-ok, I think that’s enough of that!” he declared. Silverstream, however, wriggled pleadingly, letting out a few woeful mutters. “N-no, not enough of our time together! Here, I’ll just grab something else.” With that, he quickly darted towards the box again, where he’d pluck from it a candle. And it seems it was packed with a box of matches. He took one of them, and struck it, generating a small flame upon its head, which he used to ignite the candle. With it lit, he muttered about what to do with it. He glanced over at Silverstream, who wriggled about in her bindings.
He watched the lit candle, and contemplated. Then, he decided. He’d gently grab Silverstream’s ankle, before pushing it to turn her around on the wheel, turning her head down. Once there, he held the candle up above her underarm, and tilted. He’d see the wax slowly drip… Then, down it came. It struck her pit, and she squealed dreamily upon the attack. He shook and wriggled against the bindings, shaking around and banging against the circle. Gallus shivered at her strong reaction, but slowly moved around to the other, non-wax struck arm. He tilted, and down came another glob, gently striking it. Once more, she was struck with a gentle burn that stimulated her poor underarm.
He brought the candle up, and instead began to bring it up above her chest. She tilted, and began to let the wax tilt down. Down and down it went, like a string of saliva extending from some lips. Then, it touched down, and got her squealing. Gallus quickly pulled the candle away and spun her around, allowing the wax to get pulled down with gravity, the wax under her arms going down her sides, and the wax on her chest going down to her belly. She squealed as the warm wax got all over her sensitive spots.
Gallus felt more and more nervous as she squealed about and glanced at the candle. He shudders and decided to set it down, figuring that he may as well move onto the next thing. Unfortunately, the next thing was the, um, branding iron. Looking over it, he could see on its end the symbol of what appears to be a griffon. He shudders at the look, and begins to worry over it.
“Uh, Silverstream?” Gallus asked. “I’ve got the branding iron. Are you sure you want to use this thing?” Silverstream rocked about and nodded her head enthusiastically. She begins shaking her backside, and she tried to motion her hands towards her hips. “Y-you want me to brand your… butt?” Silverstream nodded happily and happily, squealing in anticipation. “O-ok…” he groaned. He struck another match and held it to the iron, slowly igniting it. Soon, the iron lit up like a shade akin to magma. He took in a deep breath, before spinning Silverstream around so that her legs were pointed towards the side, so as to get him a better angle at her rear.
He lifted up the iron, and aimed it carefully, biting his tongue in concentration. Then, he carefully sent it forwards with the intent of striking. Soon, he managed to plant it upon her left buttock, and he immediately heard the muffled squeal from her. She squealed and shook around, thrusting and banging against her bindings as she was pelted with a special kind of pain that she seems very capable of lusting over. And so, Gallus took the iron off of him, where he’d see her buttock burning brightly from the iron.
He placed the brand down on the ground and let it roll away from him, him keeping a safe distance from the two of them. He then leaned in to blow on the steaming buttock, trying to dull the pain she must’ve been enduring. He felt her legs quake around him, which only made him feel weary about what all he was doing. Soon, though, he saw the steam stop, and so he shrank away, feeling like he might’ve done what all he needed.
So, he retreated and went towards the box while Silverstream kept making her lustful moans and squeals, still shaking in her bindings.
“O-ok, I’m moving onto the next thing!” he declared. He searched through the things still in the box. There, he’d see two items left. One was that ant farm he saw earlier, and the, gulp, dildo… “Not yet, he muttered, pushing the dildo away. Then, he picked up the farm itself, feeling dirty as he looked over it. “Oh, I really hope you’re safe ants,” he muttered to himself. He then turned Silverstream to get her head up and feet down. With her properly oriented, he looked over the farm while Silverstream muttered in confusion, wriggling as her body was untouched for a while now.
He sighed, before sliding a panel out of place.
“Ok, get ready…” he muttered. Then, he leaned the opening against her ankle, and let the contents of it pour out and onto her. They began crawling, and would occasionally bite at her. Instead of squealing, Silverstream seemed to laugh uproariously, shaking around as the insects crawled over and bit her. She clenched up her fingers and toes and thrashed around, howling out in muffled laughter, her thighs quaking. Gallus blushed as she watched him struggling, before noticing between her legs. She was… wet? How long had she been wet? And how must’ve all this stuff he was doing feel?
The ants crawled over and over her, their tiny legs poking and prodding in all sorts of sensitive ways, and their mandibles managing to deliver just the right amount of pain for her to enjoy. She swung about and pumped her hips, as if she was trying to ride something. Gallus would come to realize just what she was getting at, and blush. He’d realize he’d have to sate her somehow. He owed it after putting him through all of this pain. He sighed, before going to the box once more.
While Silverstream gasped and panted and strained against the bindings, Gallus shakily picked up the dildo. He looked over it and took a deep breath, feeling a chill run through his spine and a blush on his face. He took up, and began to walk towards Silverstream, where he’d wave the many bugs off of her thighs, her stomach, and her chest. At which, Silverstream would sigh both in relief and longing. Then, she felt his fingers between his legs, at which he’d spread her. Silverstream seemed to gasp in understanding, anticipating what he was about to do. She shook harder and harder and squealed happily as she awaited what he was about to do.
He made sure she was spread, and took a few deep breaths. He felt really dirty. He brought up the toy… before thrusting an end in. Silverstream squealed at the attack, shaking her hips and pumping. Gallus would hold it carefully and attempt to pump forwards and back, forwards and back. However, she’d eventually grunt and shake her head and hips. This grunt wasn’t quite joyful, more seemingly meant to get his attention. He looked up curiously, momentarily forgetting that she couldn’t see. The sea pony would then sensually pump his hips, while letting out what sounded like a muffled “bow chicka wow wow”.
“O-oh… a-are you serious?” Gallus asked in understanding. Silverstream nodded and gave a few more thrusts with her hips, the dildo rocking with each thrust. Gallus sighed. “O-ok, I’ll get in front of you,” he said. So, he turned around and began to set himself in just the right place, lining his butt crack up with the dildo. Silverstream shook the dildo around, and would realize what was in front of her. And in that moment, Gallus could swear a smile dressed her lips.
She brought her hips, back, before thrusting forwards.
“A-ah-ha!” Gallus gasped in shock. In the moment, he felt his cock go rock hard, despite his discomfort with the situation. He grunted and wriggled around, when Silverstream pumped again. Gallus felt like this lady, who was strapped to a wheel, was actually fucking him! “S-Silverstream!!!” But she kept pumping, and she moaned happily, a strong blush on her cheeks. Thrust, thrust, thrust she went, pounding him more and more while stimulating herself. “Silver!!!” He was starting to leak pre as she pumped his virgin rear.
Silverstream’s speed got faster and faster, her seeming intent on pounding him silly until either of them reached their end. And, sure enough, neither Gallus nor Silverstream could hold back anymore. Silverstream squealed out as she soaked the dildo, and Gallus bellowed out a deep moan as he came all over the floor. After that, the two, now all sweaty, were limp and panting. They each were dealing with the intense feeling of their combined orgasms, Silverstream elated and Gallus feeling extremely dirty.
Eventually, the gryphon’s mental faculties would return.
“Ok… we went through the whole box…” Gallus said. He slid forwards, then, with a pop, he got off of the dildo, after which he’d pull it off. He’d then go through the long process of undoing Silverstream’s straps, gag, and blindfold. Once they were gone, Silverstream leapt on him and wrapped her forelegs around his neck.
“Oh thank you thank you thank you!” she squealed. “I mean, that unicorn will fix all this up, but still, it was su~per good~!”
“Y-yeah, don’t mention it…” Gallus said. “Seriously…” He nervously rubbed his hindquarters, them stinging a little after that attack.
“Oh that’ll have to be a mainstay from here on out!”
“Mainstay?”
“Yeah! You get to do all of that stuff to me, I get to fuck and fuck and fuck you, and we do that over and over and over and over and over-!”
She’d repeat this, even as she skipped Gallus over towards the bed, where she’d set him down and let him lie. With him in place, she climbed on and laid, where the two of them would have the chance to rest on yet another night of their long, long slavery.
