In Her Crosshairs

by Naptime

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Gilda, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person
Length: 1443

You are caught in an unexpected and uncomfortable situation where you find yourself in front of Ponyville's notorious bully, Gilda the Griffin, wearing nothing but a diaper.

You are caught in an unexpected and uncomfortable situation where you find yourself in front of Ponyville's notorious bully, Gilda the Griffin, wearing nothing but a diaper.

Art By MrWhiskerz on FA

Contains diapers, griffins, and handjobs written in a second-person perspective. Please don't keep reading if you disapprove of any of these themes.

Published 2023-02-04 17:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-02-04 17:20:01 UTC

In Her Crosshairs

How could you have let this happen?

One thing led to another and all of a sudden you find yourself standing in front of none other than Gilda the griffin, Ponyville’s most notorious bully and brute. And to make things even worse, you’re wearing a diaper. Your face turns bright red with embarrassment as Gilda takes in the sight of you, her eyes narrowing with disbelief and distaste.

“What the heck is all THIS?!” she exclaims, gesturing towards your diaper with both claws open towards it in surprise, “you wet the bed or somethin’?”

You lower your head as the teasing fills you with a unique mixture of humiliation and thrill. You've always secretly had a bit of a crush on her, and even though you know she can be a bit of a bully, you can't help but enjoy the attention. You know she has a reputation for being cruel, but you never imagined you would be the one caught in her crosshairs. You try to play it cool and laugh it off with Gilda, hoping to earn her approval.

It’s tough to say how you ended up like this. Did you think you had the place to yourself and decided to pad up for the afternoon? Did you honestly have no faith in your bladder control today that a diaper seemed like a logical choice? Or maybe you WANTED to get caught? Whatever the case, it looked like you were about to learn just how far Gilda was going to push you. Your fake casual laughs quickly peter out to pathetic, weak mumbles as you can only stare at the ground.

She just stares at you for the moment, her beak permanently agape from the sight of you. "Well?" she prompts, raising an eyebrow. "Are you going to explain yourself or just stand there like a baby?"

The mere mention of the word ‘baby’ causes the deviant part of your mind to make lewdish connections you really wish it didn’t. Here you were sitting in front of Gilda the griffin in nothing but a diaper. A thick and fluffy diaper too. Had you been where she was standing, you’d totally agree that you did, in fact, look like a baby.

The self-talk causes your cock to stir inside the diaper. You may have been a little embarrassed, but the feeling of her eyes watching over you made it hard to focus on anything else. Her gaze seemed to linger on your bulging diaper. You feel her eyes on you as her nostrils flare and her beak tighten into a snarl.

And then she spoke. "Wha? Don't tell me you actually LIKE this!"

Your words come sputtering out. Short, panicky fragments of sounds that can just barely be pieced together as words. You try to say that you most certainly DO NOT enjoy wearing diapers, but you lose any and all confidence in your words as the griffin's stare looms over you like an imposing mountain of judgment. Any excuse or lie you try to conjure up is lost once it reaches your muzzle.

In the end, all that you can manage is some stammering and weak explanations as you try to explain why you're standing in front of Gilda the griffin while wearing a very thick and very adult sized diaper. Maybe it's for medical reasons or or it's laundry day and you had nothing else to wear? Maybe it was all a bet and you were wearing a diaper because of some big joke that she just didn’t hear about until now. It all sounds pretty far-fetched no matter how much you try to convince her.

You shake your head and try to come up with an excuse, but before you can say anything, Gilda starts to walk away. “Forget it, I don't even wanna know,” she says with a roll of her eyes. You can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment as she turns to leave, your chance slipping away.

But just as Gilda reaches the door, she pauses. Staring at the exit for a moment or two her reaching claw drops to her side and she flings her head back and lets out an aggravated sigh. With a huff she looks back at you. “Fine! You know what, I'm feeling generous today. Lay down and I’ll help you with that...thing..”

You feel a surge of excitement as Gilda approaches you, her claws coming closer and closer to your padded crotch. You watch helplessly as they reach out, the tip of her talons brushing against the crinkly plastic shell. Something about the gesture makes you shiver with anticipation. You're not sure if it's your imagination or not, but when Gilda's talons touch your diaper, you feel a strange electric sensation shoot through your body. You can't quite put your hoof on it, but the way she touches you just feels so right. She seems to sense your reaction, her eyebrow raising as she realizes what's happening.

"Figured as much," she scoffs as she side-eyes the grown bulge, "you probably can't control yourself."

Her claws wrap around what they can grab of your erection as it throbs against the crinkly padding of the diaper. You gasp and shudder, relishing the feeling as your cock is roughly massaged through the thick layers of your diaper.

"You like that? You like rubbing your dick against your baby diapers?" She teases, her voice dripping with disdain. "I bet you'd love to cum inside them too."

Your cock stiffens and your mind goes blank as she continues to stroke and massage your diaper's inner thighs. You can hardly believe this is happening. In all honesty, you've never thought about Gilda as anything more than a bully before. But here you are, laying in front of her while she fondles your diaper and rubs your dick through the thick fabric.

"Mmmph!” is all you manage to say.

The griffin merely scoffs, rolling her eyes at the disgusting act. She even turns her head away as her face curls up in distaste, but still continues rubbing you through your diaper. The sensation is beyond intense, like nothing you've ever experienced. Your cock is throbbing within your diaper as the griffin manipulates it.

"I can't believe you're actually enjoying this!" she snarls as she tries to keep her head turned away from the lewdness.

Your mind feels fuzzy as you watch Gilda stroking your cock through the diaper. You moan and grunt softly, unable to speak properly. The urge to cum is growing stronger and deeper by the second. You can feel your balls tighten and your heart beats faster as you struggle to keep from exploding. Gilda senses your need, her claw continuing to move faster across the crinkly plastic of your diaper.

She finally pulls away just as you're starting to lose it. As soon as she does, a wave of pleasure floods into your crotch and you squeal as you cum. Thick ropes of white goo splash into your diaper, covering the absorbent padding. You pant and whimper, trying desperately to hold in your moans, but your efforts are futile. You just can't stop the sound as your body shivers and shakes beneath the pressure.

“That’s right, dweeb,” the griffin says in a mocking coo, “make big boy cummies in your big boy diapers.”

You tremble with each burst of cum, feeling the warm seed splash and smear inside the diaper. Your hips involuntarily thrust forward, driving your cock further against the many absorbent layers of the diaper.

Your entire body is rocked by the orgasm. Your legs suddenly weak as your body arches forward, pushing your cock hard into your diaper. Your chest trembles as you release a deep grunt. You lay there as you feel your sticky shame slowly soak into the fluffy diaper, leaving an ever so faint warm patch. Everythings all contained.

Gilda watches you in silence for a few moments, turning her head away and licking her beak in disgust. She wipes her claws off on her chest feathers. Snarling at them like they were covered in mud. She glances back at you, taking in the mess she caused. "Didn't even last that long anyway," she rolls her eyes before waving a dismissive claw your way, "well crawl along, pony boy, playtime's over."

Wiped out from the wonderful orgasm, you find little desire to move on your own accord, but somehow her dismissal gets you moving. As you recover from your climactic cumming, still reveling in the afterglow, you start to crawl away from the moment, thick cushy diaper sticking up in the air.