'I threw this party to improve your attitude! I thought a good party might turn that frown upside down!'
Her beak wrinkles in disgust as she punches through several clouds, her feathers still ruffled both physically and figuratively from the party. The flow of mist and wind through them don't help matters much.
"'Help my attitude?' Help this!"
Gilda's clenched fist swings through another cumulus, the cloud dissipating shortly after into an invisible puff of water vapor. As she goes for another one, though, she underestimates her own strength and swings too hard, flying head over paw until she runs beak-first into a dark stormcloud that promptly zaps her upside the head with a loud buzzing sound. This is followed by a loud 'AWK!', then several seconds of silence as her dazed mind recovers.
Once she realizes what had happened, her cheeks burn bright red and she slowly, carefully, lifts off from the nearly-black cloud, flapping away until she can sit upon a fluffy, white, and, most importantly, safe one.
"AUGH! This is all her fault! I wish-"
The gentle twitch of her cock is the cause of her sudden pause, and she stares down at it, befuddled, before chuckling at her own predictability.
"Ah, the good ol' hate-boner." Suddenly, a lightbulb appears above her head and lights up with a happy 'ding!'ing sound.
She grasps a fistful of cloud before wrapping it around her half-hard prick, slowly stroking up and down as she thinks aloud. "Hmm...but how can I actually do it? She's always surrounded by those doofus friends of hers; not a chance in Tartarus I could pluck her off the ground like I did with Soaring Hoops back at flight camp." Her head lolls back, tongue hanging out of her mouth momentarily as she picks up the pace with her stroking.
"Nnh...fuck, okay, uh- let's see...oh! I could invite her to an- eugh- to one of those lame parties she likes so much. If I say it's- ohyeahrightthere- that it's a special one for j- just the two of us, she's sure to come with meee!"
Her hips jerk frantically up into the soft cloud surrounding her cock until, spine arched into a delicate curve and beak open as she squawks with pleasure, her throbbing futa dick splurts out one, two, three, then four shots of thick, creamy cum. She slumps onto her back, panting, lifting the previously-busy claw and idly licking a spot of release off of her thumb as a relaxed expression melts across her face.
"Yeeeaaahhh...that's the stuff."
"Hummmm! Hum hum hummmmmm!"
In her mind, she's a big, pink hummingbird, flittering away alongside Hummingway as they sing the most beautiful of duets. In reality, though, she's sweeping the floors of Sugarcube Corner, the building completely empty except for her. With the Cakes away on vacation - she can never quite stop feeling grateful and honored at the level of trust they show her when they leave her in charge like this - and the business day nearing its end, she's unbothered by this fact. After all, sometimes even Pinkie Pie needs some alone time.
"Hummm- huh?"
'Tingaling!'
"Oh! Sorry, give me one teeny tiny itty bitty second, I just gotta get this stubborn little dust bunny into this dustpan, aaand-" She whips around on one hoofheel to greet the new customer, but her jaw drops instead. Her rare loss of words is due to the fact that there's a griffon in the doorway. Not just any griffon, but Gilda the griffon.
"O-Oh, um...hi, Gilda?" She's not really sure what emotion she should be feeling right now. Confused is definitely one. She should also probably be angry? Should she be scared? Gilda was pretty angry the last time they were together. Or maybe hopeful, and a bit happy, because Pinkie Pie loves smiles and Gilda's smiling and she is Pinkie Pie so she's seeing something that she loves?
In all the time that it takes for her to think these things, Gilda's found the time to walk over and place a hesitant claw on Pinkie's shoulder. Her face is now twisted into a regretful frown.
"Hey, Pinkie Pie. Look, I-I'm not good at this whole apology thing, so...can I just say 'I'm sorry' and let that be the end of it?" Inside, she's barfing already. "Because, uh, I figured that I should say sorry before inviting you to a super special party I threw together, just for a super special non-dweeb like you!" It physically pains her to pull together a smile that looks so convincing, but she tells herself that it'll be worth it. Just a little bit longer.
"Um, yeah, sure! It's okay, Dashie's not great with what she calls 'sappy stuff' either, hehe!" The hairs on the back of her neck prickle at the grin Gilda's giving her, but she ignores them. 'Gilda probably just seems a lil' bit off because she's apologizing. I think this is a reaaally big step for her in the right direction, though!' Pinkie's brought out of her thoughts by a claw waving in front of her face. "Oh, sorry! I was talking to myself in my head - I do that a lot! - but, what were you saying?"
Gilda resists the urge to grind her beak, instead smiling a bit wider - her cheeks are starting to hurt, she needs to hurry this meeting up - before repeating, "I said that the party's at a super secret party location, uh, that I set up. So, don't tell anyone about it, because I don't want them to ruin the surprise! You like surprises, right?"
She whips out her party cannon and blasts it off with a loud, happy horn honk, her mane poofing up even more than usual as a wide grin spreads across her face. "Ohhh yes indeedy I sure do! I'll keep my Pinkie lips Pinkie shut, Pinkie Promise! So, where's this super secret party location?"
Grateful for the fact that the confetti hides her deep, two-second scowl, her bright facade returns as the air clears as she responds, "Below Rainbow Dash's house, then walk north about four miles until you see a small wooden shack. It doesn't look great 'cause I built it myself, but...it's the thought that counts or somethin' like that, right?"
Pinkie Pie nods her head so hard that something rattles around in there, her grin genuine and neverending. "Yup indeedy doodle!"
"Oookaaay. Well, uh, see you at sundown tomorrow, then. Gotta go." And without waiting for a response, she zips out the door, flapping as hard as she can upwards until she can bury her face within a cloud and start screaming.
It had turned out to be more of a four and a half mile walk than a four mile walk, but Pinkie Pie is a pony invigorated by both a challenge and the promise of a party, and so she barely feels the ache in her hooves and the heaviness beginning to settle into her body as she knocks on the door to the shabby wooden shack.
"Hellooo? Anypony- err, anygriff in there? Iiit's party time!"
"Uh- yeah, gimme just a sec!" Comes the muffled response from within, followed by the sound of some furniture scraping around and a mutter too quiet for Pinkie to catch.
Several minutes later, Gilda calls out, "Okay, come on in!"
Just before she opens the door, though, her knee pinches. She frowns.
"Um, Gilda? A-Are you sure that I can come in?"
"Uh, yeah? I just said you can come in," Gilda responds, her voice sounding much less inviting than it had just a second ago. A moment later, it's much more full of cheer as she adds on, "Sorry, just- out of breath from moving stuff around to make sure that your party's, uh, the most party-riffic it can be! Yeah, it's fine. Come on in!"
Pinkie Pie's hoof touches the doorknob. Her knee pinches again.
Her Pinkie Sense is never wrong.
She frowns. It would be terribly rude to just abandon Gilda's party, and before it even starts, too! Besides, she's smarter than most ponies think she is; she'll be just fine against whatever scary thing might be in there.
She turns the doorknob.
The sound of ruffling feathers meets her ears, a yellow blur meets her eyes, a splitting pain makes itself known in her snout, and then blackness envelops her world.
Gilda shakes out her right claw, grimacing. Ponies' faces are, apparently, not as soft as they look. Rolling her eyes, she takes Pinkie Pie's forehooves within one claw each before dragging her inside, shutting the door to the shack with a back paw once the party pony's limp body is fully inside.
The inside doesn't look much better than the outside, but it doesn't need to be anything more than a place to put a table and some rope.
As she throws Pinkie Pie belly-up onto the table placed within the middle of the room, it creaks softly but holds steady, supporting the baker's weight. Next, Gilda takes the rough rope she'd placed in the shed beforehand and begins to tie Pinkie down. Several loops around her chest, two for each forehoof to one table leg each, and two for each hindhoof to one table leg each. She contemplates tying the pink pony's tail to the side, then decides against it; she'd much rather watch the other's feeble attempts to cover her privates before - or maybe even during - her imminent violation.
After double-checking the knots on all of Pinkie Pie's limbs and body, she stalks back up to the other's face. Lifting one claw, she then lands a vicious backhand across her face. When she only gets a feeble groan and a twitch of the head in response, she does it again.
And again.
And again.
And when Pinkie Pie finally opens her eyes and croaks out a soft "Wh-", she does it again, earning a high-pitched yelp of shock.
"SURPRISE!" Gilda's grin is now very, very genuine, a cold glint of malice shining within her eyes. "Welcome to your," her expression twists with hatred, "party, Pinkie Pie."
Her knee pinches. It pinches again. It won't stop pinching, and it's pinching so hard that her inner thigh muscle's starting to strain from the jerks her leg is giving. Pinkie Pie's eyes begin to water.
"...p-please, I don't know what's going on, but, d-don't do the scary thing to me," she whines out, her big blue eyes pleading with her captor with an expression that only a true monster could ignore.
"What?" Her head cocks in confusion, expression blank for a few moments before she draws the connection between the pink pony's twitching knee and her words. "Oh, right. Yeah, Dash told me a few things about your stupid," her voice pitches up and turns mocking, "'Pinkie Sense.'" Her tail tickles at Pinkie Pie's nose as she speaks, the fluffy tip lingering for just a moment before it slowly starts to move down the other's body in slow, swirling motions. "Funny how that didn't help you at all this time."
Her face scrunches up as she attempts to fight off a sneeze, the scent of dust filling her nostrils for several seconds before she lets out a loud 'ACHOO!' in response. Nose dripping with snot to match the tears slowly drying on either side of her head, she struggles to follow Gilda's tail with her gaze.
"O-Of course it helped me! It told me that something scary was gonna happen, but because you said there was a party here, I- snff- I came in anyways!" She pouts at the other, hoping that her half-baked glare is enough to make the weird touches stop. "If you untie me now, we could still be friends!" An idea pops into her head. "Oh, wait! This is a prank, right?" A small giggle leaves her, soft and nervous. "W-Well, the jig is up, Gilda! You can let me go now, 'cause it's not fun anymore when the prankster's caught, so whatever you do next isn't gonna be funny since I wasn't really having fun anyways and it's double not fun when I know it's a pr- AH!"
Gilda's tail had been moving the entire time Pinkie had been speaking, and it now swipes over the other's teats, gently brushing against first one nipple in careful circles until it's standing up hard and proud, then repeating the process with the other. The griffon - now standing near Pinkie Pie's hooves - gives her captive a nasty little smirk.
"No, we are having a party, Pinkie Pie." Her tail moves away, eliciting a loud and heavy sigh of relief from the bound pony. Gilda's claw moves up to pinch one nipple, rolling it in-between two claws just firmly enough to really feel the stiff flesh, and she closes her eyes for a moment to revel in the squeal of discomfort and just a hint of unwanted pleasure from her victim. "It's just that the party isn't for you. This party is to improve my attitude." She removes her claw - snickering at how Pinkie's body remains tense this time, rather than relaxing into the false promise of safety - only to lower her open mouth to the party pony's teat, beak glinting in the light.
A loud 'CLACK!' echoes throughout the shack as it shuts.
Pinkie Pie screams.
Gilda falls to the floor laughing.
"Gotcha!"
Pinkie Pie hesitantly opens her eyes to find that both of her teats are uninjured, and aside from her aching hamstring and the sharp pinch in her knee, nothing on or in her body particularly hurts. She shivers as a draft blows through the shabby wooden structure they're in. A shaking, desperate snort of laughter leaves her.
Gilda recovers from her giggling fit soon, standing up and moving in-between a nervously tittering Pinkie Pie's legs. The vengeful griffon doesn't give Pinkie Pie any time to react before she opens her beak once more and envelops her nipple within her mouth, tongue swirling around the bud and coating it with warm, slick saliva. She teases at it with the tip of her tongue, poking and prodding at it every which way before finishing up with a hard suck, followed by a 'pop!' as she releases it.
Her back arches sharply enough that it lifts up off of the table slightly as she squeals out into the air, tears coming to her eyes again from shame and the spit in her lungs as she gasps for air and gets saliva instead in her desperation. Her hacking coughs last for the entirety of Gilda's treatments, and for minutes afterwards, until, with streaming eyes, she finally takes in a rasping, deep breath. She opens her mouth to ask why Gilda did that when the griffon targets the other nipple, and all she can do is cry and bite her lip to keep the embarrassing noises from coming out.
Pinkie Pie, disappointingly, does not taste like she smells. But the taste of skin isn't unwelcome to the griffon, and the reactions she's getting from the squirming mare are priceless. Distantly, she wonders whether the other's ever actually had sex or not. 'Maybe she's just one of those gals that has sensitive tits. Must be my lucky day.' Finally, she lifts her head, and when she gets a good luck at her victim, the expression that spreads across her face can only be described as predatory.
Because Pinkie Pie's cheeks are flushed bright red, her chest is heaving with short, panicked, deep heaves of breaths, her teeth are sunk into her bottom lip so hard that her jaw is trembling, tears are streaming down the sides of her head, and she simply cannot stop sniffling and whimpering. Gilda takes a deep breath and smells fear, salty tears, and just a hint of a mare's body in want of some dick. She grins.
"Alright, Pinkie Pie. I gave you something, now you're gonna give me somethin'." Walking back around to the head end of the table, she looks down into the pink pony's eyes, golden eyes glinting with the threat of anger. "Lemme make this clear to you, 'friend': If you bite me, I can make this party a lot less fun for you, and a lot more fun for me. Got it?"
Confusion and terror shining within her eyes, she nods, terrified and trembling. She feels filthy when another draft brushes over her wet nipples and slightly damp nethers. The shiver that shakes her body runs much deeper this time. She whimpers.
"Cute sound. Now open up."
When she hesitates for too long, the raised fist is more than enough to get her to open wide like she's at the dentist's office. She tries so, so hard to find a way to giggle at that. She tries so hard that she doesn't notice Gilda standing up on her hind legs, then bracing her claws on either side of Pinkie's midsection. She tries so hard that she doesn't notice the fuzzy sheath laying less than an inch away from her muzzle.
"Now lick." She pauses, humming in thought. "And don't hold out on me. I've seen what your freak tongue can do with ice cream." A snicker leaves her as she shoves her hips forwards, sighing as the warmth of Pinkie Pie's cheek meets her slowly emerging cock. "Just pretend you're licking a big, warm, salty cone of ice cream."
Sex isn't supposed to be like this, right? She's supposed to want all of it, but she only kinda liked some of what Gilda did to her. She flinches at the feel of soft fuzz against her cheek, and then flinches even harder as something harder and smooth meets the corner of her mouth. Hesitantly, she sticks her tongue out, her tastebuds registering salt from light sweat, the taste of skin, and a flavor that she can only describe as Gilda. She scrunches up her face, then takes another lick, this time finding something with a much heavier dose of Gilda and salt. She coughs and tries to spit it out; she doesn't like this.
"G-Gilda, I licked, so can I please stop now? Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?"
Gilda's response is to shove her hips forwards again, her half-erect cock soon unsheathing the rest of the way directly into Pinkie Pie's throat. One claw comes down to grip at the pink pony's neck, partially to ensure that she doesn't pull back even an inch, and partially to feel herself through Pinkie's flesh. When she looks down, she can see a slight bulge as she draws her hips back - not enough to let Pinkie breathe, not yet - and forth, she can see the shape of her dick moving back and forth too. She chuckles.
"Dang, Pinkie, how often d'you do this? You're a natural!"
When the mare's struggles begin to die down, she finally pulls herself free from that tight and warm throat, a thick string of mucousy spit connecting them for a bit before Pinkie's gagging coughs break it.
"Th-That's not- haaaukk- not supposed to go there!"
"Sure it is! And it's about to go there again."
She tries to shut her mouth before Gilda's penis goes into her mouth again, but the griffon's hips are faster than her oxygen-starved mind is, and she ends up clamping down about halfway down instead. She releases the second she realizes her mistake, but it was hard enough to upset Gilda. "Waitwaitwait I'm sorry I-I didn't mean to, l-let me make it up to you here look aaaaaah!" Her tongue lolls out, drool dripping from the tip of it as she desperately tries to lick at the grimacing griffon's dick.
The squawk she lets out is short but loud, more out of shock than anything else, and by the time she looks down, the teeth are already off of her sensitive bits. Her pride is more wounded than her cock, if she's honest with herself, but, as she stares down at the horrified Pinkie Pie, she decides that a lesson still needs to be taught.
"Oh, you will make it up to me." She moves a cupped claw down by Pinkie's head. "Spit. The more you give me, the better it'll be for you."
After a brief glance into those furious eyes, she takes a deep gulp and decides that this is probably not a trap, so she gathers up all the spit in her suddenly very dry mouth that she can and releases it in a pitifully-sized glob into Gilda's claw, sniffling all the while. "Should I g-go again?"
Gilda inspects the pool of spit, then shakes her head. "No. You don't deserve more." She stalks back down to Pinkie Pie's hind legs, poking at the incessantly twitching knee with a bit of an amused snort before she lowers her gaze to the mare's privates. A low snarl from her ensures that Pinkie Pie doesn't attempt to hide herself with her tail, though the appendage quivers with the desire to do so.
She dips one finger into the collected saliva, then smears it over her captive's tailhole. She snickers at Pinkie's horrified squeal.
"Oh nonono PLEASE I'll be a good Pinkie Pie, d-don't put anything in th-"
"SHUT UP!" Gilda takes a deep breath to calm herself, then raises herself slightly so that she can meet eyes with Pinkie Pie. "Say one more word, and you don't get the gentle treatment. I've been nice so far, so let's keep my party fun so that I stay nice."
Pinkie opens her mouth to agree, then shuts it with an audible click of her teeth, instead nodding frantically.
She grins and coats the finger again, this time pushing it in. She has to work it in bit by bit, but the warmth around the scaly appendage is well worth the effort, and the muffled whines coming from her squirming captive are very worth the effort. After thrusting it in and out a few times, the saliva dries out too much and she can't get her finger back in. So, she dips two fingers in and pushes them in. This time she really has to worm them around, knuckles bending here and there, and the wannabe thrashing from Pinkie Pie is delightful.
All in all, it's quick work to get to where she can semi-easily thrust three fingers in and out, and she doesn't care if her dick's bigger than that, so she smears the rest of the spit over her erection and positions the tip at Pinkie's rear.
"Hey, Pinkie?"
She gets a hesitant, questioning hum in response.
"You can talk now."
"Ple- OWWW!"
She rolls her eyes. She could only get in about halfway, what's Pinkie crying so hard about? Afraid she won't be able to get back into the furiously clenching hole at all if she pulls out at all right now, she instead starts pushing her hips forwards with harsh, sudden thrusts, cock sinking in a half inch or so with every mean motion. Finally, she's gotten most of the way in, so she smiles down at Pinkie, holding in a moan at the frantic convulsions around her dick, and caresses her chest gently.
"Hey, I'm sorry, Pinks. I'll stop now, okay?"
"...r-really?" She sniffles.
"Yeah, look. It's gonna hurt, but I'm taking it out now, see?" She pulls her hips back slowly, catching the tiniest flash of red on her shaft as she does so. She pauses when she's three-quarters of the way out.
"Thank you," she hiccups out, her slowly growing smile freezing as she feels Gilda stop. "Um...Gilda, why did you stop?"
"Oh, no reason." She shoves her hips forwards again, moaning as the top half of her knot bullies its way past the tight ring of muscle. "Just," she clenches her beak, "changed my mind."
She starts up a rapid-fire rhythm, hips angled so that Pinkie Pie's tailbone knocks against the wood of the table with each punishing thrust. Every so often, she catches a whisper of "please" or "make it stop" or even "that doesn't go there either", and she huffs out laughs in-between the slick sounds of her cock pushing in and out of the loosened tailhole.
With every thrust Gilda forces upon her, she feels another snowflake of disgust settle within her stomach. A deep ache makes itself known within her- her wrong hole, along with the burning. She cries harder. Is this still sex? Every new snowflake causes a few hairs to flatten, and she comes to a horrifying realization: 'Gilda's boinking the party out of me.'
"Y'know, dweeb, this really is improving my attitude! I don't- hff- think I've laughed this much in- nngh- a looong time." When she feels her cock starting to throb a bit too much, though, she slows down, relishing in the panicked screams Pinkie Pie lets out as she pulls her half-swollen knot out of the mare's rear.
"Chillax, Pinkie Pie." She grins. "You'll still get the full experience."
"Y-You can't mean-" She whispers. The cold fingers of dread trace their ways down her spine, settling in her stomach to mix with the chilly frosts of shame and self-hatred. Her thighs strain as she tries to clench her legs, a tiny stream of precum leaking from her tailhole into her straightened tail before it flips up to try and cover her now very unaroused marehood. She receives a nod in response and starts bawling. "B-But your- your thing is d-dirty! At least clean it, please!"
Gilda just shrugs and moves her claws to either side of Pinkie's privates, spreading her lips and licking her from cunt to clit, repeating the process several times to ensure that she's wet enough for Gilda to get in comfortably.
Well, comfortably for Gilda.
As before, she positions her dick at the hysterical pony's entrance, her grin marred by a scowl. "You know, Pinkie Pie...this never would've happened if you had just done one. Little. Thing. Wanna know what it is?" When Pinkie Pie carries on sobbing, clearly having not heard her, she growls and pushes in the tip, jerking the party pony out of her fit and earning her a wide-eyed stare of horror.
"Good, I've got your attention. Now, did you hear what I said?" The pony shakes her head. Gilda rolls her eyes. "I said," she pushes in halfway, Pinkie Pie's screams music to her ears, "that you could have stopped this by doing one little thing." The rest of her cock is enveloped within that cozy, damp warmth now. Pinkie Pie can't stop staring down at where their bodies are meeting.
"Wanna know what it is?" Pinkie Pie nods, hesitantly, and Gilda starts thrusting, slow and smooth, though her hips jerk slightly at times, as if she wants to go much harder and faster than she is right now. A choked hiccup leaves her prey.
"You could have left Dash and I alone, and stopped being such an annoying little DOOFUS!"
Her hips snap forwards with the last word, and she picks up the pace with the next thrust, going nearly twice the speed as she'd gone in Pinkie's rear. The daze that her captive had been in seems to finally be broken by the motions, and as the table rocks, Pinkie can't stop wailing, tears and snot and drool all running down, soaking into first her dull pink fur, then into the wood of the table. She's far past words now, only capable of screams and wails, wordless pleas for help, for this to stop, for Gilda to go away; her screams convey more pain than any creature should ever experience.
Gilda, however, moans and groans with bliss, and her squawk overpowers Pinkie Pie's shrieks as she forces her knot past the pink pony's overstretched entrance, the fleshy bulb expanding until they're locked together. She continues to thrust her hips, sweat dribbling down her brow as she huffs out, "H-Hey Pinkie, I hope you're ready to become a single mama, 'cause I'm not gonna- hhhhyeah- g-gonna help- you- OUT!"
Gilda's low moan of pleasure and Pinkie Pie's wail of despair mix together into a disturbing melody that fills the shack as Gilda's cum fills Pinkie Pie, rushing into first her cunt, then, with nowhere to escape, her womb.
Exhausted from her frantic, final thrusts, she collapses forwards onto the broken Pinkie's stomach, panting heavily as her hips jerk randomly, balls continuing to splurt out jets of seed.
"Yeahhh...that's the stuff."
