Gilda's Wrath

Gilda made good use of her new ass slave on her leisurely glide down into Ponyville. She made Rainbow Dash suck down several more fermented farts and even managed to squeeze in two separate orgasms, inspired by nothing more than the swift, dutiful motions of Dashie’s eager tongue.

She descended into the town square in a cloak of her own cloudy stink, Rainbow Dash still buried up to her jaw in her fat furry orbs.

Twilight held her ground. The tidal wave caused by Gilda’s nuclear fart had certainly agitated the unicorn, but not deterred her.

“Gilda! I should’ve known you’d be behind this!”

“Yeah yeah yeah, but I bet you didn’t expect Rainbow Dash to be behind me!”

“Let her go.”

“You kidding? Dashie here is just getting broken in! You don’t wanna leave your mistress, do you?” She called back.

“Of course not, mistress. I live to serve you, mistress.” Rainbow Dash’s muffled praise was promptly followed by a loving kiss, dispatched directly onto her stinking starfish.

“Get her, Twilight! Turn her into feather and mush!” Spike jeered on from the sidelines, but quickly regretted his enthusiasm when Gilda turned her gaze his way. She advanced on the measly dragon, despite Twilight shooting off every spell under the sun and finding all of them did little more than tickle the unstoppable beast.

“Tw-Twilight! She’s gonna-!”

Gilda stooped down to Spike’s level and boiled the scrawny little coldblood alive in a thick, growling burp. His scales smoking, he twirled around in a woozy circle before collapsing onto his back, comatose from the smell of Gilda’s stomach.

“You won’t get away with this, Gilda.”

“Oh no? Well, let’s see… I gave your friend Rarity a makeover, drowned Applejack in her own cider, baked Pinkie Pie into one big chocolate brownie, turned Fluttershy into a parade float, and Rainbow Dash here?”

A muffled, muddy fart sounded into Dashie’s face. Twilight cringed at the disgusting noise and the enthusiasm with which the pegasus sniffed it up.

“I completely rewired her! Now she’s never gonna leave my side! My backside that is! I even knocked your little dragon assistant out for the count by letting him taste my lunch, so that leaves just you. Twilight Sparkle. All alone without her friends!”

“Th-There’s still the princesses! Celestia will-!”

“Oh, I almost forgot about her royal snootiness Celestia! She’s nice and white, I bet she’d make a great toilet. And that sister of hers? She’ll wish she stayed put on the moon when she gets one whiff of me.”

Twilight tried again to retort and faltered. It really was starting to look like Gilda would come out of this duel victorious. Twilight didn’t even want to think about the extent of this brutish griffon’s ruination. Would she fart Ponyville into an uninhabitable smog and be done there, or would her destruction reach far beyond the quaint little hamlet? Would Gilda not rest until every living creature in Equestria had replaced oxygen with her methane? Twilight wilted at the thought, but suddenly remembered something.

A bit of a reach for sure, but it could be her only hope in this otherwise hopeless situation.

Twilight recalled in that moment a spell, one which she had translated from Starswirl the bearded’s ancient tomes. It hadn’t even been deciphered from old Ponish before she got her hooves on it, and certainly never attempted outside of theory. A shrinking spell; one that could feasibly work on ponies and presumably griffons too. She wasn’t sure if her magical ability was up to snuff, but what else could she do at this point aside from watch her home town crumble around her?

While Twilight was trying to remember the order of the spell, Gilda was taking a few moments to enjoy a rimjob from Rainbow Dash, one worthy of her new status as queen bitch. She even slipped a few soggy farts into Dashie’s lips and was pleasantly surprised when the pegasus gulped them down without question. She still thrashed around a bit when forced to ingest a particularly fetid one, but even the bad ones were sniffed up and followed by a series of appreciative kisses. Who knew Rainbow Dash was born to huff ass? Gilda wouldn’t be surprised if one day soon she saw Rainbow’s cutie mark vanish and a likeness of her fat tush form in its place.

Twilight lowered her head, her horn directed at Gilda. She began to focus, trying desperately to block out the sounds and smells exuding from her, as well as all the stress and desperation welling up inside. She knew she could do it. In this moment, she envisioned Celestia by her side, laying a hoof upon her withers and words of encouragement into her ear. She could do this!

Twilight’s horn pulsed and started to thrum, a field of magic building up around it and gradually growing brighter and more explosive.

Gilda ripped a hot mist down Rainbow Dash’s hungry throat and cocked a brow at Twilight’s antics. All she could do at the cute display was smirk.

Twilight’s hooves dug divots into the ground as she grunted and sweat dripped from her brow. A quick toot even slipped through her cheeks from all the strain, but she was too focused to even acknowledge it.

And, unfortunately for her, also too focused to notice Gilda giving her pet a quick break from her duties to turn her lethal weapon of an ass towards Twilight.

“Smell ya later, you toffee-nosed dork.” Gilda said with a smirk, and blew a beefy rip into Twilight’s face.

The unicorn was enveloped in a dense cloud of raw stink, her mane blowing back in the breeze. With a gasp she upturned her head, but it was too late. Her horn fired off a sharp bolt of magic, catching Gilda squarely in the face. Twilight tumbled back in a fit of coughs and gags, clearing the water from her eyes to see if her spell had worked.

Gilda was still her normal size, but something was clearly wrong. She looked all over her body, which was buzzing with magic.

“What did you do?” She marched over and unloaded a beastly belch into Twilight’s face.

“What did you do to me, you bitch!? Tell me or I’ll have you breathing my gas until you fucking choke on it!”

Twilight herself wasn’t too sure. The shock of Gilda’s direct stink bomb to the face had thrown her off balance, and almost certainly affected the intentioned spell.

Then, it started to happen. Gilda grew taller. A couple inches at first, barely noticeable, but then she continued to sprout up until her head was level with the first floor of Twilight’s tree home.

“Oh, no…” Twilight could only watch in defeat as yard after yard piled on to the griffon’s height, she was now tall enough to peek into the upper windows of every house, then taller than the chimneys, then so tall that her body cast a thick black shadow over the plaza.

At first Gilda was quite surprised with her rapid growth. She looked down at her feathers magnifying and fanning out, her body heightening and bulking up, glanced back at her broadening ass, and eventually she just smiled.

When her expansion slowing to a halt she stood tall over Ponyville, squinting just to see the devastated look on Twilight Sparkle’s face.

“Wow. Gotta hand it to ya, Twi. I really didn’t think this day could get any better, but thanks to you it just did!”

For starters, Gilda flattened a few houses under her paws, it was amazing how easy it was to reduce the buildings and their residents to rubble and mess. Didn’t even hurt. Felt like stepping on little cardboard boxes. She uprooted Twilight’s tree home and used the leaves as a body brush, humming to herself as she scrubbed her legpits and wingpits, killing off every patch of green.

Then came the farts, which put her earlier sky-trembling ripper to shame. Every one caused a mini earthquake to coarse through the ground beneath her, levelling buildings and monuments in the process. It turned out that the spell had massively increased the quantity of her farts along with her body mass.

The streets of Ponyville were drowned in thick, unrelenting fog. Most of the citizens died after taking one whiff, and those that didn’t spent their final moments in absolute agony coughing up Gilda’s meaty pestilence.

Gilda finished Ponyville off by sending her fat ass hurtling down to the ground like a meteor, aiming for Twilight Sparkle and successfully managing to lodge her deep inside.

She then released her deadliest fart yet, one foul and powerful enough to literally form canyons in the earth. The smell of this one was so bad that even she, with her head up above the clouds, found it hard to stomach.

When Gilda stood, after fifteen minutes of nonstop flatulence, there was a stinking ass-shaped crater where Ponyville once resided. A few remnants of buildings stuck to her ass, which she shook off by twerking her bouncy butt high above the ruins of the town, a final taunt to anypony who might still be breathing down there (though she knew that was impossible).

With Ponyville destroyed and its ruins forever tainted by her bowels, Gilda set off towards more destruction. Canterlot would fall, of course, but she would save that one for last. Her plan to swallow the castle tower up into her rectum would make for a wonderful grand finale. There was still much to do, and many places to eviscerate.

Today was going to be a good day.