Out of Control

Applebloom and Big McIntosh wake you up early in the morning.
”Wake up Anon, yer have to see this.” Applebloom squeaks full of energy.
They untie you...you don't care what could excite her like this. You are just happy to be out of this nightmare, two weeks of being Applejack's, Rainbow's and Fluttershy's plaything.
Finally over.
They accompany you on your way back to Ponyville, Pinkie will be more than happy to see you, and so are you.
You don't dare watch back, in fear that Sweet Apple Acres pulls you back...you know it's ridiculous, but you can't fight the feeling.
Never will you set a foot on this cursed land again, not if you have a choice!
All the time you know that Applejack is watching you from there, you can almost see her grin...

Applebloom points to the skies every now and then, you don't give a fuck though.
”Look Anon, Anon, yer not lookin'!” she tries to draw your attention.
She tugs on your shirt and jumps around you. For the sake of your peace of mind, you take a look.
There are some huge birds, no wait.
...could it be...
”Look Anon, griffons!” she clarifies.
Big McIntosh just adds an "Eeeyup."
Griffons!
Fuck yeah!
Maybe there are news from Gilda?!
Finally, a grin forms on your face after a what feels like an eternity.
“Griffons.” you say more to yourself “Why are they here?”
Applebloom answers ”Ah dunno, let's ask Twilight!”

You part ways with the red stallion and the two of you hurry to the library.
Royal guards are stationed everywhere.
They really don't like changelings it seems, funny, in the brief moment you met Chrysalis she didn't strike you as a bad character...
Except for lying maybe, but she had good reasons!
Whatever.

The library is full of mountains of paper, Twilight is somewhere dug in in there.
“Twilight?!” you shout out.
A huge unicorn emerges, he has the stature of McIntosh and wears royal armor.
”You must be Anonymous, at last we meet. I a-”
He tips a mountain of neatly arranged papers, it topples over and falls, taking a few others with it.
For a second there is silence as he watches them fall in unbelieving. He bites his lower lip concerned and his eyes dart around the room.
”SHINING ARMOR!!!” the voice shrieks so loud it hurts in your ears.
Twilight teleports herself into your view ”That was the last time! You are not allowed in MY library until this is OVER!” she points to the door, her face red with anger.
He makes a face and leaves “Talk to you later human.”

Twilight is still raging, her chest heaves up and down heavily. You hurry to her side and stroke her a little here and there in an attempt to calm her.
It works, of course it works, it always works. Your hands are magic!
”Oh Anon, there is so much work and so little time.” she whines.
Her horn glows in an pale grayish purple and her magic rearranges the papers.
”Good to see that you are not under Chrysalis's spell anymore.”
Then you ask “What's going on? Applebloom and I wanted to ask you about the griffons.”
You point to Applebloom casual, then continue “Is it the changelings?”
Twilight just nods. She gestures you and Applebloom to sit on the table and she gets something to drink.
“I understand the royal guards, but what are Griffons doing here?” you ask.
”It's complicated...see, when the changelings attacked us once in Canterlot, we were overpowered within moments. Celestia used that opportunity to improve our relation with the griffons.”
Sounds intricate.
“Politics? During a possible invasion? I don't get it.”
She rolls her eyes ”Seesh Anon, they are here to help us still. They are our allies, there is little that is stronger than a griffon when it comes to a fight with no rules, even a minotaur pales in comparison.”
A minotaur?
“Isn't a minotaur like...three times as strong as a griffon?!”
Her mouth makes a perfectly straight line ”Can a minotaur fly? Does a minotaur have claws? Does a minotaur know how mathematics is even spelled? Does a-”
You cut her off “Okay okay, I get it...sooo...”
”Yes Anon, Gilda is with them.”
Yessssss!
”But she is busy, you may not believe it, but she is some kind of flight leader, or some other kind of a leading role. You have to ask herself when she has time, I haven't seen her yet.” she says disinterested.
You hug Twilight and leave with a grin on your face.

Not only do you like Gilda, she will also keep Applejack, Fluttershy and Rainbow at bay! After what you just have been through, this luck seems just!
There is a swarm of five griffons in the sky in a V formation, they just patrol over Ponyville.
Twilight and Applebloom follow you outside ”Anon, wait, that's not all.”
You just got enough good news to make you happy for the rest of the year, is there more? “Can it get any better?”
Twilight has a snug grin ”Certainly. The griffons that are here are not a military group or something like that, they are a colony. That's what I meant with the relations, a permanent settlement of griffons here in Equestria can be seen as a great sign of trust between the two nations.”
Gilda will stay?
“Twilight, I could marry you right here and now for what you just said.”
”Anon...don't joke about that...” she says sheepishly.
But you have other thoughts “Where do they live? Where have they settled down? How many griffons are there?”
Twilight points to the steep mountain that pokes a hole in the clouds.
Shit, that's way too far...and high...
“At the...base...of the mountain???” please?
She shakes her head.
Well, you can't have ALL the luck in Equestria...
“How many are there?”
She thinks a moment ”Three swarms, or flocks or whatever they call themselves, with about 20 to 40 members each. In total there are about a little more than one-hundred of them.”
Better see Pinkie right away!
“Okay, thank you Twilight, thanks a lot. I need to...make preparations.”
Bullshit, you just want to bury your face in a pillow and squee for the rest of the day like a little girl, but as a man you can't really do that of course.

You run home, it's the first time since two weeks that you enter your home.
It's a fucking mess!
Pinkie really can't keep tidy...
Pinkie ate all of the fridges contents and spread leftovers everywhere...
Pinkie threw all the furniture around...
Pinkie left...big scratches marks everywhere...
Pinkie...left some of her...feathers lying around...
Pinkie...is...

Looks like griffons ravaged the place...
You flip the couch back on its feet and clean some food residues from the walls.
Pinkie Pie enters!
She jumps up and makes a reality defying happy face as she sees you, then hugs you in the same second.
After some urgently needed cuddling she looks around ”Anon, what happened here? Did you throw a secret party WITHOUT ME?!”
Like that is even possible...a party without Pinkie...ridiculous!
“No, I just came. It looks like griffon handiwork, and it looks like they were looking for something.”
”Or somepony!” she wiggles her eyebrows.
Gilda never did something like that “Did they have to make such a mess?! I hope this isn't a habit of them.”
After a brief hour of cleaning up, mixed with a few pink smooching attacks, it looks like new.

You go in search of food, it's almost noon and you haven't eaten yet, Pinkie tags along and you have a sugary lunch at Sugarcube Corner. After that you separate.
Thinking back, Gilda always found you, not the other way around.

You walk in the direction of the lake, sharp griffon eyes can't overlook you there.
You wonder what kind of leader Gilda is, sounds awesome!
You are still her...eh...kuga, or whatever it was called...trophy wife, that was so embarrassing shit back then.
Well, it still is...
You wonder if she changed, it's been roughly half a year, she can be THAT different. But damn, a flock of 20 to 40 members? Back then Rainbow and you were the only ones in her flock, it must have been a stellar career for her...

Just as you leave the fringes of Ponyville you can already see a few griffons circling you above.
There comes the downside, you feel like prey again...
As soon as there is a good distance between you and Ponyville the griffons fly lower. You wonder if one of them is Gilda!
Then you see one of them dive for you. Gilda always liked to do that, and then she lands right in front of you with a-
CRASH!
The griffon tackles her shoulder into you painfully with full speed. You slide over the grass and can't breath for a few seconds. Then curl into a fetal position, holding your stomach as you wheeze and gasp for air.
What the fuck was that shit?!
You get on all fours as breathing becomes possible again ever so slowly, looking around for the crazy griffon.
It's not Gilda, this one is smaller and looks like the casual fucking crazy bitch, the tint around her eyes and her feather-tips has a very dark orange.
She comes closer “Come on, put up a fight, it's no fun like this.”
Between your wheezing you push out a few words “...fuck...you...”
Mistake.
She jumps on your back, pressing you to the ground. Then she grabs your head in one of her talons and pushes your face into the earth hard while stabbing your back with her knee.
You scream in pain and try to struggle. It feels like she is about to sever your spine!

”Want to add something, asshole?” she drills her knee a little harder, making you answer in a pain induced scream.
“Stop! I'm sorry!”
She lifts your head and bangs it into the ground, then releases you. You roll around in pain, awkwardly holding the spot on your back.
There is a second griffon, also female, but much bigger and also not Gilda. She just watched the whole ordeal, her tail swishes from side to side joyfully and a pleased grin sits broad on her face.
Shit, where is Gilda?

They wait until your pain subsides and you stand up. Suddenly you don't want to be here anymore, if there are more Griffons like that, you don't like the idea of them living here anymore...they're probably some bullies.
The bigger griffon walks up to you, her color tint is a light yellow and she looks pretty buff. She grabs you by the neck and rips your shirt down without hesitation.
Damn shit, that was a present from Rarity!
“Hey! What the fu-” A punch to the gut stops your protest, along with your breathing rhythm...
”I'm not as forgiving as Frida, so watch your tongue you prick.” she hisses into your ear angrily.
The bulky griffon inspects the scar that Gilda once gave you, then looks to Frida “It's him.”
She answers cheeky ”Of course he is, there is only one of his kind Brynja, I told you.”
You want to get away from them, you grab the talon's arm that encloses your entire neck and yank her away from you.
It doesn't work...
She tightens her grip slowly but steadily, just as slowly and steadily as anger forms on her face. Brynja forces you on your knees and soon you can't breath.
“What did I say fucker?!” her voice is calm yet angry.
Judging from the sound of her voice, you are sure that she is going to kill you.
She pushes her thumb down on your throat, making breathing impossible.
A minute passes.
The edges of your vision darken and you have to fight to keep your eyes open.
Fuck.
This is bad, it doesn't looks like as if she is going to let go anytime soon...then Frida intervenes “Enough Brynja, Gilda will kill you if you damage him too much.”
Brynja loosens her grip with a growl. Sweet air fills your lungs as you gasp for air, is she naturally that angry?
A final growl and she pushes you away, sending you on your ass, then she flies off.
Frida throws an arm around you and grins while touching your face with her free talon all over.
”You're lucky that you're Gilda's, Brynja killed for less...much less.”
The small griffon uses you as a rampart and follows Brynja.
Better remember that name...
Before any more griffons get a funny idea you hurry back into Ponyville and spend the rest of the day in as much company as possible.
You have a bad feeling about this...

The next day comes, you don't want to leave the house, you don't even want to leave your bed. Pinkie does that though and suddenly you don't feel safe anymore.
Fuck, what are you? A pussy?
You get up. There is mail, a letter for you.
There is only your name on it, not even a proper address:

'Dear Anonymous, the next time we meet, I will gouge your fucking eyes out and eat your heart. -Brynja'

A knot forms in your stomach, there is a griffon in front of your window.
A griffon with an evil grin.
Brynja.
She must have waited for you to get your mail...
Don't. Give. Her. A. Fucking. Reason.
You watch, frozen in place, as she opens the door and comes inside, not sure how to react. You couldn't see much of her yesterday, she is not only bigger than Gilda was back then, but she also has visibly more muscle mass.
You were no match for her back then, you don't want to think about what Brynja can do to you. She could probably rip Big McIntosh apart without much effort.
Brynja flicks a few plates and vases to the ground, shattering them, while walking to you casually. Obviously very provocative...
She wants a reason, but you won't give her one.
You stand up, feigning calmness “Look Brynja, I think we had a bad start, maybe we ca-”
She grabs your ankle and pulls your leg towards her, making you fall to the ground harsh.
Her expression is full of anger again ”Just shut the fuck up!”
She pulls you close, lets go of you and positions herself right above you. You are now face to face with her.
”What is it that makes you appealing to Gilda?” her voice is an angry whisper now ”She bragged about defeating a great warrior, all I see is a puny whimp.”
Her entire body stiffens for a second.
Then she brings her fist down hard next to your face “Answer!” she shouts in your face.
That could have caved in your skull...
“It's gone. I can't even remember that anymore, please, don't kill me.” you spurt out.
She slumps down on her elbows, her beak touches the tip of your nose ”Then what do you do? Are you at least trying to be strong?!”
What does she want from you?!
“No, I'm working at the Day Spa. I prepare herb baths, massage people and give manicures!”
She thinks hard “But that doesn't make sense, if you don't even try to be a great warrior, how can you survive?”
She must have spent her life in the wilderness...
“We are apparently at a cultural conflict here Brynja, in Equestria, people don't have to fight for survival. How about I show you how to relax and you can tell me all about what you do back home? I'm sure you killed some dangerous beasts.”
Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!!!
”Hrmpfh...okay, Gilda told us to be open for stuff like that. But if you try ANYTHING...” her thumb draws a along her neck.
You add hastily “Okay, got it. You're the boss.”
This pleases Brynja. Oh god, thank you deity of the griffons, I owe you!

Brynja yanks you up on your feet.
“Okay, I'll just put on some clothes...upstairs.” you say carefully.
Brynja follows your every step, watching your every move, fortunately you already relieved yourself.
A two minute walk later you arrive at the Day Spa, not much going on here. The Spa Ponies greet you, but their initial enthusiasm dies down as they spot the brawny griffon with the mean look on her face.
“Hey girls, this is Brynja, a friend of mine.” you pray inside that she isn't going to drive her talons through your head for that.
Brynja stands next to you, she raises an arm and-
Fuuuuuuuck!
Puts it around your shoulder, then squeezes you a few times and gives you a broad grin.
Maybe she isn't so bad once you get to know her...

You point at Brynja.
“Griffons.”
You point at yourself.
“On my tab.” you say jokingly.

You place the big girl on a lounger as you prepare a bath.
You start the conversation “So, tell me, what do you do back where you come from?”
One of her eyes twitches for a second.
“Please?...You said something about survival? What exactly do you mean?”
Brynja waits a moment, clears her throat and then she starts:
Everything in the land of the griffons wants to kill you, there is not a single second where you can let your guard down.
You have to fight animals to eat, fight other griffons for your place in society and fight invaders from the feral lands for your home.

When you come with the rasp set she starts to look displeased ”What do you fucking want with that?”
But you expected that “I'll clean your claws for you and make them look more dangerous.”
A pleased “Good.” is your reward, together with her cooperation.
It wasn't a lie, even if you secretly dull her claws she could easily clobber you to death just as quick.
Then comes the bath, she has no problem with that, but she starts telling you about her toughest fights. Her reenactments of how she killed a giant boar drenches you completely.
She only laughs at that, still better than getting angry...
Next is the massage, Gilda digged those, Brynja will love it too. The pleased look she had while you had to towel her dry assures you of that.

And she does, she purrs like a good pussycat in no time. You skillfully avoid the erogenous zones and knead her muscles thoroughly.
You never massaged a minotaur, but you are sure there can't be much more strength in a creature than in this griffon.
Every knot is loosened and every muscle is relaxed under your hands and after 15 minutes you stop.
You can read a hint, and she gave you plenty. No matter how skilled you are, if you go any further, you will make her horny.
You don't want that.
She will break your hips if not your skull first.
Lastly you groom her wings, also one of the things you learned from Gilda...

'That was good', she doesn't say it, but you can read it in her face.
If even half her stories are true, until this day she didn't even knew what a massage was, and she doesn't seem to be a bullshitter...
She leads you outside and shows you her feline ass, lifts her tail and a short spray of what you assume is piss hits you all over.
It is good that she lifts off right away, because all your swearing would have offended her into killing you.
The shit smells awful!
That was NOT piss, piss doesn't stink like that!

You hit the showers at home and scrub yourself heavily, but even after a 30 minute shower with intense scrubbing the smell stays. Not as strong and unpleasant though, it's rather...Brynja's smell...
Pinkie will ban you to the kingdom of the couch for that smell tonight...
Soon the entire house smells like that griffon...fucking Brynja.