Gilda's Toilet

Chrono obediently held his muzzle lifted as the griffon secured a dog collar around his slim neck.

He had no intentions of trying to escape. (She more than capable of catching up anyways,) but he had a feeling this collar was more symbolic than practical to her, so he just allowed it to happen.

He closed his eyes and gulped as she tightened the collar just a bit too tightly, (probably on purpose.)

Finally letting go of his face, she tugged at his leash signaling for him to get off his stand.

He complied without any objections, stepping down from his platform, suddenly feeling quite tiny in the frame of his new powerful-looking owner.

His gaze turned downwards as he caught himself starring at her, which she seemed to be bothered by as she sent him a disgusted look in return.

"Don't drool over me yet, dweeb. We'll have plenty of one on one once we get home," she said crudely as she turned around, giving the leash a good yank.

Chrono's comparatively small body followed her lead like a yoyo getting pulled, stumbling after her with a choked wheeze until his face rammed into her bouncy yet firm ass cheek. Between his strained heaving and violent blushing, he managed to give off a meek "yes Ma'am," in return of which he just received a stern "shut the fuck up," from his griffon owner as she started to wander back from where she came with her new "prize" right behind.

Chrono consciously made an effort to look to the side as he was being pulled right behind a voluptuous lioness' ass, which he didn't feel he had any business looking at... Even though he noted her swaying hips from the very corner of his shivering eyes.

His train of embarrassing thoughts was broken by another hard pull at his leash, followed by a stern order.

"Walk faster, Dweeb!" she spat, slapping him across the muzzle with her powerful tail in addition to the leash yanking.

With nothing more but a small whimper escaping him, he once again complied with her order and hurried after her like an eager dog, hoping to avoid being yanked around more by his tight leash.

And after arriving at the train station with an only relatively sore neck from the mishandling, he got to sit down on the sidewalk and revel in the fact that he had accomplished as much. The same could not, however, be said about avoiding staring at her voluptuous, firm, yet round and bouncy rump...

By the end of their little stroll, she had pulled him in so closely to her backside, that had she not held her tail down between her thick, furry ass cheeks, he would have practically been sniffing her asshole... And at that point, what is a stallion to do?

The train finally arrived and he got up once more, stretching his tired legs a little before his mistress gave him a slap across the back of his neck and yelled at him to follow once again, something he had very much intended to do, slap or not.

He rubbed his neck with a whimper as the two strolled onboard the awaiting train, ponies looking on in horror, until they got the death stare from the griffon and promptly looked away in embarrassment.

The large bird sat down at the nearest seat, (shooing away it's current occupant with ease). Upon sitting her big ass down, she forcefully slammed her big backpaws onto the table with a loud bang and leaned back into her seat, claws behind her head, thick, dominant smirk painting her beautiful, strong beak.

Chrono silently walked to the opposite side of the table and sat down right in front of the two, dangerous-looking, grimy paws filling out the table.

He couldn't help but put a hoof to his muzzle as he sat, due to the sour, sweaty stench emitting from those dirty things.

But almost as soon as he had taken his seat, one of those very same stink-bombs suddenly shot forwards with great speed, hitting him in the chest and pressing him into his seat. He let out a loud whelp in response, onlooking ponies plastering their snouts to their windows to avoid conflict.

Chrono looked up at his mistress with pleading eyes, and he was met by a harsh, disgusted stare.

"The fuck do you think you're doing, Dweeb!" she spat at him loudly, causing him to whimper again.

Not knowing what he had done wrong, he tried to foolishly, (though respectfully,) defend his innocence. This turned out to be a stupid move because the moment he started blabbering about what he had done wrong was the same moment the remaining back paw was planted forcefully and quickly, right in his face, shutting him up, making him blush, and causing him to cough and gag at the intense, sweaty, sour stench she was rubbing around on his muzzle.

"Shut the fuck up, loser!" she practically shouted, while forcing his head to the side and shoving it tightly into the backrest of his seat.

He whimpered, pained, and trapped in a daze of paw stench.

"You think someone as pathetic as you is allowed to sit on a seat like your owner?! Don't try that shit with me!"

She gave him a final hard press to the head and chest with her paws before removing them from him, leaving a light print of grime against his cheek.

"Now get under the table where you fucking belong," she snarled, looking ready to beat up just about anyone.

Without as much as a second of mental recovery, Chrono scurried to get under the table where he apparently belonged, and clamored himself to the pole in the middle as a means of fake security.

He could hear his owner laughing at him in her deep, dominant voice as she slammed her paws back on the table above him and relaxed her tail, letting it dangle down between the seats.

Having been pissed beyond any reasonable measure just a second ago, it seemed that Chrono's submissive nature had cheered her up greatly... She was a cruel bully to the core, that much was clear to the young changeling, and he feared for his future with

He felt her tail slap him as it moved around happily and it caused him to turn his gaze from the floor to the direction of the touch.

He was in many ways overwhelmed by what he saw...

Even though he had been dragged inches behind her on his way here, he was yet to actually see those parts of her, but with the way she sat all her assets were presented openly to his viewing.

Both her pussy and asshole looked bigger than that of a changeling or a pony, which made sense given her size. And they both did look a bit different than he was used to seeing, even ignoring their thick fur-coat. There was more taint on her than on a pony, and her cunt seemed tighter and more streamlined... Her anus wasn't as puffy as some pony plots tended to be, instead being like a reverse, pink, many-armed starfish, opening up into her bowels... What struck him the most about them, other than their inherent beauty, was the grime...

Her pink anus was visible painted with musk and residue of fecal matter and her cunt was practically painted with feminine smegma, the fur around it looking deeply miscolored... If he thought her hooves where smelly, he would never wish to be anywhere near those parts of her... Even though he couldn't stop thinking about being just that.

The train suddenly stopped causing him to tumble.

The griffon rose, once again pulling his leash, not even waiting for the fallen slave to get on his hooves, causing him to stagger after her like a deer on ice.

... Outside the train had stopped at Griffonstone...

Chrono looked around in awe at the rough, mountainy terrain... A question still on his mind, he had a feeling that would soon be answered.

What had she bought him for? Just to have somepony to shove around and be rude to? ... Perhaps... But he was afraid.