Gilda's Toilet

In his dreams, Chrono recalled his childhood.

For a while, he was taken away from the world of his cruel mistress, and back to his time being a hatchling. Back to when his only cares in his small world were playing around with his fellow drones and making mommy proud... It was such an easy time... His hardships were few, and those there were... Simple.

His exhausted eyes finally opened and his thoughts of the past drifted away to while his muzzle caught onto the stench of dried up, musky piss, that felt sticky on his leathery face.

He stared into the wooden ceiling of his new owner's home. His prison

He could hear her. She was panting under strained breath in the nearby area.

Slowly, he turned his sore neck in the direction of the sound of deep, strained, womanly grunts, and there she sat... In all her beautiful, menacing glory.

The giant, cruel griffon, her fur and feathers drenched in cloying sweat as she was rapidly lifting weights looking heavy enough to break the changeling's legs if he were to try a go at them himself.

Chrono couldn't shake the thought of how she somehow managed to look both curvy, soft, and womanly, yet strong, muscly, and menacing at the same time.

In a way, he felt awestruck by her the same way he did his queen when he was a hatchling. He was frighted as well as intrigued by her. There was no mommy here, but there was a sadistic griffon to please... He could only hope the worst was over by now, but the evil smirk he received once she noticed he was awake eluted to the opposite.

He gulped when the sweaty bird laid eyes on him, and he whimpered as she put down her weights with two heavy bumps and got up from her seat. He held his head low in submissive fear as she approached him, listening to the horrible noise of patting paws and sharp claws against wooded floorboards.

He could hear her pick something up from the table as she walked by it, and he couldn't help but imagine the worst array of hand-held torture devices in his feeble mind.

"Get the fuck up, Dweeb. You've snored for long enough," she cruelly spat, giving her slave a light but powerful nudge with the backside of her claw.

Still looking down, Chrono replied with a hoarse "yes, ma'am," his voice used up by his screaming fit earlier.

Slowly, he staggered to his hooves, the feeling of his burned skin stretching making him wince.

He felt a forceful griffon-claw beneath his chin, and in a moment, his head had been lifted and he was looking into those cruel eyes of hers.

She looked relaxed, pleased, and happy as a cruel, sadistic kitten with a scared mouse to hurt and torment.

She was standing on her large, sweaty lion paws, making her look like a titan to him. In her one claw, she had a good grasp of her little changeling toy's cheeks, and in the other, she was holding the leash to his collar (A relief compared to the things he had in mind.)

"How about a little house tour?" she asked the currently very small looking drone.

Chrono nodded softly as she attached the leash to him.

"Hold this," she commanded, and Chrono naturally complied, taking the handle of the leash into his maw, it tasting vaguely bitter of sweat from his owner's workout.

Her claw traveled down his face and the changeling shivered as she grabbed the leash back from him with her opposite claw. She then turned around and dropped her bipedal stand, her large rump suddenly quite close to Chrono.

"Come along, dweeb," she said, giving him a gentle but stern tug, forcing Chrono to stumble a little step closer to the thick lioness ass that was once again right there in front of him.

The changeling followed her lead without much hesitation, only slowing a little bit due to his burned chest skin being pulled if he took too large steps.

His muzzle got tickled by a swaying lion tail as the griffon took him further into the wooden house.

She pointed up a solid-looking staircase as they walked by it.

"See up there? That's my room. It's a no-loser zone, so you stay down here where you belong, unless I take you there, got it?" she explained, giving him an extra tug to make her point.

Chrono would have understood completely regardless of added violence, but her pull made him stumble so close to her that he caught an unwilling whiff of her fat, sweaty backside...

His muzzle just barely got to caress the inside of one of her sweaty ass cheeks right as her swaying tail allowed him access, his touch pulling it a little to the side.

He blushed immensely as he got another accidental glimpse of her stained, stinky starfish, but his cheeks went from red to green within the very same moment.

He was taken back to his gutwrenching train ride, recalling how her ripe anus was glistening with moist musk in the bypassing light, and he pulled back from her rank ass with a choked gagged, completely overwhelmed by the single breath her just took of her vile exit.

Never In his short life, had he smelled anything so strong and repulsive as that sweaty, unwashed, and for that matter unwiped griffon asshole.

A single whiff and he was in tears, his head soon lowered to the ground as he let out a second disgusted gag as far away from that reeking hole as he could possibly be while held at by a leash.

Not even her rancid piss had smelled that bad.

Taking notice, and having felt the muzzle gracing her chubby rump, the griffon lifted the leash up high in with her strong claw, forcing the changeling to stand upright and making him walk closer again.

Seeing the distance between her furry butt and his poor, branded face once again get shorter, Chrono turned his muzzle to the side and closed his eyes.

He felt the side of his face press into her soft cheeks, and like a big firm, stinky pillow, the fatty surface of her strong ass forming around his face, letting him rest gently against her round behind.

His ear twitched as it was tickled by ass fur, and he shivered with fear as he was made to stand like this.

He could feel the moistness of her ass sweat against his skin and ear.

"I think it's time you read your brands, bitch," said the griffon, lowering the leash, giving her slave some much-needed breathing room away from her stinky end.

He slowly moved his face back from his ass-pillow, its shape bouncing back against him as he left its soft surface.

One side of his muzzle was wet with cloying bird-sweat, and he could smell it in the air.

He sat down on his butt, still shivering from the experience, while he processed the command.

His brands...

"Y-yes ma'am," he stammered as he looked down himself, laying eyes on the humiliating words for the first time.

The intrigued griffon let go of the leash and turned her less vile-smelling end towards him with a smirk, eager for his reaction.

Even though it was upside down from his perspective, Chrono could easily read the blistering, red letters, seared into his skin.

His eyes widened as they traveled across the harsh words. He had expected an insult... Like "bitch" or "dweeb" ... but it wasn't an insult. It was a statement. Spoken on his behalf. And that statement... That short chain of words sent shivers down his spine.

Across the side of his belly was the humiliating and to Chrono frightening words:

- I'm a filthy little
ass worshipper.

The griffon held back a choked laugh as she saw her slave slump together in humiliated sadness.

And when he let out a soft whimper she collapsed onto her side with a loud thud, lost in a laughing fit.

Chrono wiped a tear from his eye as he sniffled quietly.

It shouldn't really surprise him. In less than one day, he had already been burped on, urinated on, and forced to have his head pressed into her ass. Yet somehow, he was still very much surprised at laying eyes on these belittling words.

Somehow he had boiled those nasty experiences down to being a bit of unusual cruelty on his mistress's part, but it was all but clear now that that wasn't the case.

This griffon enjoyed causing her poor, unfortunate victims acts of humiliating disgust. And there was no better torture device in the whole wide world to accomplish such goals than her own, beautiful and unusually stinky, cat-bird body.

It suddenly made perfect sense why she seemingly spent so little effort practicing hygiene along her rank, musky ass crack... She didn't want it to be clean back there... She wanted it to be ripe and filthy for her slaves to endure. So she could abuse them with it. Degrade, humiliate and nauseate them.

Just like with her piss and her burps...

He gritted his teeth while his torturer was finishing up her laughing fit.

Suddenly he felt a pain across his damaged chest skin and he looked up.

The griffon was laying on her side, her head resting on a claw which elbow was pressed to the floor. An almost seductive looking smirk overcame her sharp beak and her calm, turned on eyes dug into his very soul. Her long, powerful back legs were extruding towards the crying changeling and she was gently poking his chest with one of her strong, sweaty paws.

"Don't you have more to read, my little ass sniffer?"

Teeth gritted and blushing redder than a heartswarming eve ornament, he gazed at the words on his chest.

He read through them. And then he read them again. the tears starting flowing freely

"Nooohooohoo," he uttered in a whimpering cry, his mistress once again succumbing to chuckling like an evil older sister at his pitiful reaction.

My lungs are storage
for my ownser's stinky farts

Chrono collapsed on the floor, weeping to the tune of the griffon's progressively crueler laughter.

He felt drained of hope. Yesterday he was a changeling drone... Today? A fart slave.... A literal fart slave.

"Please! I beg you!" he tried between tears, desperate not to spend the rest of his life as exactly that for her.

"H-have mercy on this poor slave!" he wailed.

His desperation growing, he saw no better options than to try and bargain.

"I-if you promise not to make me breathe in your farts, I promise to worship your ass as much as you want."

He didn't know what he had expected to get out of that. It was nothing but a desperate attempt at receiving the tiniest bit of mercy from his new, life-long torturer. But what he got was anything but that.

The paw that had been lightly tapping at his suddenly stomped against his chest with a forceful thrust. How she could generate that much force with an almost completely extended leg was beyond him. But it was not something he had time to consider.

He fell over on his back with a loud whine as his seared chest had become a target for a kick, powerful enough to put him on the ground.

The griffon was laughing no more...

As he laid, crying, her large intimidating figure loomed in over him.

She stared into his wide, scared eyes with anger and disgust.

What he had done wrong he didn't have the faintest idea, but he knew he regretted doing it more than anything he had ever done before in his life.

His owner gritted her beak and lifted a claw up.

Softly he covered his face with his front hooves and braced himself for a beating, mumbling incoherently that he was sorry.

She didn't hit him, however... She instead grabbed him by his neck and lifted him up effortlessly, holding the now choking changeling tightly in her grasp, staring daggers at him.

Choking by claw was at least less unpleasant than choking by ass stench, but he was fearing for his life.

"Are you telling me, that you... YOU... A tiny, pathetic, fucking fart huffer! . . .Intends to deny me?"

Her words were spoked with a bully's rage.

"N- Mnnng~ Ah- N-no." the squirming changeling managed to utter under his limited breath.

"Oh? So you mean to tell me you're making me a non-offer then? Because it sounded like you intend to refuse to kiss ass after I give your lungs a good gassing?" she continued, tightening her now almost deadly grasp.

Chrono was crying and squirming while he was getting cut short, even on his limited air. He was unable to answer with his desperate apologies, all he could do was wheeze.

"If your little bargain was supposed to mean anything at all, you were telling me that you would refuse to worship my ass if I farted on you? And how, oh, how do you imagine you would do that? Would you just tell me "sorry ma'am, but since you made me inhale your stink bombs this morning I'm not going to lick your asshole now" ?"

She let go of him, and he fell to the ground, hungry for air.

"What? Would you call the fucking slave union?" she asked sarcastically, before spitting on him.

"Huff* Puff*... P-please... Huff* Puff*... S-sorry..." the changeling managed to get out as he laid, filling his lungs with the air it had been denied while saliva ran down his face.

She rolled her eyes, gathering a snottier spit collection in the back of her throat.

She dropped her green-ish humiliator right in his left eye, making him squirm.

"Don't say you're sorry, fart-fuck..."

Slowly, she turned around, her voluptuous rear casting a tall shadow on her poor slave.

"...Show me you're sorry." she finished her sentence sounding cruelly seductive rather than just angry.

She placed a claw on one of her cheeks, spreading it away from the other, airing her musky pucker out in the open as a display piece for her soon to be ass kisser.

Chrono gulped, starring into her hellhole with his one open eye.

It was painted with brown stains and white musk, and even from where he was laying, a faintly sour scent filled the air.