In for Griffon Solitary
Written by Septia.
The routine of my new mornings in this place haunted me with the sound of the Manehattan General Penitentiary’s bell chiming us awake. The drone of the bell's peal roused me better than my old alarm, and then I was up… Who knew it took less than two weeks to fix a sleep schedule? We – me and the small gang of fellow inmates – were herded out of cells, off to breakfast, and morning chores. It all just didn't fit was all, visibly alien to me. All the proportions were for ponies or whatever else these creatures were, while small for being equines I still felt like a lanky monkey paraded about with a bunch of beasts. But I remained calm, doing what I could without snapping. Though, I was already in prison, I don't know how much worse my stay in this world could get.
When we were corralled back off to ours cells, a guard flanked me, pulling me aside.
“Hooman.”
“I have… Yes, what did I do now?”
The guard squinted. “Warden wants to see ya, easy as that.”
'Great', I thought, being escorted to the warden's office by this, pony in ornate armour. Better not miss lunch for this.
-Cllktch- I heard the door click shut behind me, I twisted back in reflex.
“If you are looking for a way out? Then that one's not going to budge.”
I turned back, looking to the opposite end of the room, lumbering behind his desk, stood the warden. The griffon stared me down, grey beak clicking together. -Gbbggrlgbllsh-. A grumble rippled out of his abdomen, the pale gray coat marking his underbelly billowing forth onto the desk like a sack of pancakes, the remaining majority of his black coat enveloping it to give the impression of his stomach welling forth through a black curtain. The gut was rippling with a number of bulges wading through his insides, warping the exterior contours of the hide.
“It has been a week, so what's up? Why am I still here?”
“Here I thought I was talking with a sophisticated primate, and not a-,” the warden mused, before his tone warped to a tinge of vitriol, “And not a hissing feline.”
“I haven't heard back from the court, from those ponies apprehending me, nothing, I want to know when I am getting out of here.” I Was stubborn today it seemed.
“Meow meow hiss, there, can you understand that?”
“You can't keep me here, the court said-.”
The Griffon slammed their front paws onto the desk, straightening out their posture and raising their tone.
“Are not the ones holding your neck by a noose right now.”
I shut up.
Griffon smirked, drawing themselves back, their gut sloughing back under the cover of their desk, a hill of contorted blubber packed away with a grind of churning flesh -Chhglrlpgsh-. “I am,” they continued, and started sauntering around the desk, towards me.
Fear stifled my tone to a whisper. “You don't mean that.”
The warden shook his head. “First you are too high-pitched and now I can barely hear you, thought you would have adapted a bit since coming here,” the Griffon snided and strutted closer, “I know well you can talk.”
His figure lumbered towards me, breaching my personal bubble, forcing me back to the wall, and further still. His body barging into mine, grey chest feathers burying my upper body, and his gut coming to a bob against my abdomen with a languid bound of pudge -Chhtddlwlpghths-.
The warden craned his head down towards me, the mandibles of his beak parting and washing my neck in a breath of eagerness that gummed to my skin.
“And I know how they scream,” he mused. A pale pink slab of a tongue rolled out and swept in an arch from my shoulder to wriggle in just below my ear, paving a path of saliva in its wake where I could feel his body heat imprinted, then dissipated into cold goosebumps. He smacked his beak, savoring the sample he stole off of me. “You are never seeing that court again if you keep stirring up scenes like that, lil pussycat.”
I gritted my teeth… I understood his game… Because for a quadrupedal creature, standing on his hind legs so his gut could rest on the desk like that was not a natural pose. Sure, it mimicked my upright position, but it was just for show, to put his gut front and center… He was provoking me, just so he would lay down his laws when I reacted.
“If all you wanted was a sample, you could have come seen me in my cell.”
“Look at that, the pussy can talk, guess all you needed was the right encouragement, want me to lick your other cheek as well, brat?” he mused and made a show of raising his neck above my head, thrusting his stomach forwards as he arched over my cranium, grinding and smothering my frame in his gut before landing his head down in my left shoulder nook, trailing his tongue up and down my cheek.
“I don't know much about your world,” I admitted, “but I don't think this is normal…”
“Think you got room to talk? Why, you barely have room to breathe…” the warden mused as he bore down on me, pretence thrown out the window as he shuffled up along the wall and buried me under a wall of gut -Chghrlpgughghh- -Thhbwbgkpgsh- The stomach shifting and warping as it bulldozed down my frame, mothering me against the wall as he leaned into the kneading motions, jamming me against the tapestried wood wall.-Chhgtthhgns- -Chhgrlrpgughsh-.
“Mmfpg gmpagh.”
“Pheh… This one I'll give to you, hard to speak when you are under a gut as hefty as this. Might wanna hazard a guess to who I got stashed in solitary confinement?”
His belly reverberated in a shockwave of grumbles triggered from the grinds, the warping, oscillating abdomen battering against me in growls -Chhgbrbrlglpch-.
He scoffed, “Hah, whatever they were trying to sound, sounded like it would be the appropriate term. Its all just soup at this point, soup that'll drain away as piss in the urinals, and the rest fit to reenter society once more. Though, with their new, mfmmfs, position.” The warden shuddered and hoisted up their black, lion tail -Brrrpppffffffth- unleashing a bought of gumboil exhaust that fluttered through their cheeks and saturated the room with the murky tang of a makeshift barbecue. “Mmfpghaa, geeze, unicorn meat wrecks such a havoc on-… Oh, I spoiled the answer, guess you don't get to guess anymore,” he mused and plowed my body with this belly, grinding.
I felt a ramshackle collection of lumps warping and shifting below the surface of his hide: a steady anchor in the oceans of plush fat lining his gut.
“But I bet you could have felt the bulge of their horn eventually, those things just never pass due process,” he amused himself rather than actually addressing me anymore… “You won't end up much different if I get my way… Oops,” he mocked and slowly pulled down, draping the entirety of his gut in folds over my being until we were back to being chest to chest, “Seems like I spoiled that one too”
I swallowed.
“Yeah, just like that,” he mused, trafficking up a single talon and tracing his gullet down to his wards, “down, down, down, and melting, the flesh off of your bones, cremating you into a solid batch of human bowel fudge. Whatever I take down with you is barely going to hold up. Hey, you got that lil seat in your cell, would you want to help me give it a real clog? Plug it so badly the next lowlife stuck there is going to be stewing in your stink for weeks?” he pulled back, and cupped my chin with his talons. “I don't need much more before I can take an executive decision, your actions harmed pony kind, the court is too soft to lay down a sentence, but there is plenty of space to lie down in solitary,” he licked the rim of his beak.
“Relax,” he prompted, brushing back my hair with his other hand, “I may have you by a noose, but I don't intend to let you choke.” The warden grinned huffing out a breath down my neck. “I don't wanna play with some limp cat, but a robust, perky, pussy… So, perk up for me, won't ya?”
