Out of Control

A week passed since Brynja became your...friend.
Since then you met pretty much every griffon that settled down near Ponyville, except for Gilda.
It's like she forgot about you, or just doesn't care anymore. But these thoughts are always repressed quickly.

You have customers.
Griffon customers.
Lots of them.
And none of them pays...
Turns out your words 'Griffons' and 'on my tab' spread quick.
This is kind of bad.
You should have formulated that better. Every time you try to talk about payment they just laugh it off.
You once tried to talk to Brynja about that.
Once.
Now you have two broken ribs.
She is crazy! The epitome of a sociopath...for Equestrian standards at least.
Oh fuck, Gilda, where are you?

Another day at the spa is done, all griffons are treated. Aloe pulls you to a backroom ”Anon, we need to talk.” she is clearly upset ”All those griffons frighten away our pony customers, remember? Those are the ones that pay.”
“I'm sorry, it got kind of out of hand. B-But that way they warm up to the equestrian lifestyle, I don't know what to do, I'm not exactly gifted when it comes to griffon negotiations.” you tried...
Rarity steps out of the shadows “Oh, don't worry darling, we have a plan. Of course we noticed that you are overwhelmed with that task. All you need to do is take this sign and place it next to the door, visible for all guests.” she points to a board, it says:
'Griffon only days: Monday, Wednesday, Saturday'
Seems like something is missing “Why not add 'Pony only' days?” you ask.
”We thought about that my dear, but that would probably offend some of them and they would come regardless just to spite us. But that way...” she presents the signboard like a masterpiece “...They won't care, they usually prefer to stay amongst themselves. Now be a dear and put the sign outside, will you?”

The good thing: You have some days off.
The bad thing: The Spa Ponies will leave you in charge of the spa for the griffon days.

Brynja is in your home, playing some boardgames with Pinkie. Somehow they are...good...friends. It seems reality defying...
At least there haven't been any pony assaults since Brynja and the other griffons came. You can't imagine Brynja having sex, actually it's hard with any griffon...
Wait a minute.
They aren't playing, they are waiting.
Wait a minute.
There are three colors on the board, not two.
You hear the toilet flushing, after waiting a minute Rainbow Dash comes down the stairs.
Not her, that cunt! You fucking hate her!
She grins when she sees you ”Hello Anon...long time no see.”
Not long enough...
You turn around and are about to leave wordless, you can't kick her out with Pinkie being around, but you don't have to stay with her at least.
”Gilda would like to see you.” Dash says, stopping you in your tracks.
You don't even want to talk with Rainbow, but you want to see Gilda...

Brynja gets up, she is angry again, losing to Pinkie Pie time after time does that to anyone, it's a miracle that she hasn't flipped out once.
With the Brynja express you get to the mountain that the griffons claimed their own. There are huge aeries strewn all over the place.
The destination is the cave of the mountain, Pinkie told you that there was once a dragon sleeping inside.
It doesn't look like a cave anymore at all. Where once cold stone was is now a wooden floor, the walls are packed with random things.
On closer inspection the walls are packed with random military things. Weapons, armors, wargear, you name it.
The farther you go in, the more it looks like a house. A big room comes into sight, three griffons are audibly arguing, one of them is definitely Gilda, even though she sounds much more mature than the last time you saw her...
Brynja and Rainbow Dash, who tagged along by the way, hold you back as you are about to march up to your favorite griffon.
Rainbow says serious ”Anon, that is a bad idea. The negotiations are supposed to be over, something must have happened.” her eyes wander to the arguers.
“What are they negotiating?” you ask.
”Territory.” Brynja answers bland.
Gilda is right there “I want to see her now.”
Brynja forms an O with her index finger and her thumb “One does not simply, interrupt the stjori during the allocation of territories.” she explains.
The what? Fuck this shit, you want Gilda, right now!

You leave the two behind and march forward.
”Anon, no!” Rainbow shouts quietly.
You step into the light, the three griffons are standing around a table with a map of the regions around the mountain and Ponyville.
If the tension in this room would be connected to the moon, a banishment to it wouldn't be so hard to escape from anymore...
You can see two of the quarreling griffons, they look fierce, have many scars and look damn tough and brawny.
Wait, not brawny, this is the normal stature for a mature griffon! Gilda was just scrawny back then!
Your presence is not noticed.
Their arguing is more like almost attacking each other, negotiations between griffon leaders seem to be based on threatening the opponent instead of logical arguments.
They shout and bash on the table, with every step it seems to be less and less of a good idea to bother them right now...
Gilda's back is turned to you, she is shaking with rage.
Dude, do not do it. You will regret it, this is the worst idea you have ever had. Just wait for an hour and this is eventually over!

”NO! Ponyville is NEUTRAL GROUND!!! WE ALL NEED ACCESS TO IT!!!” Gilda's voice hurts in your ears, that loud it is.
”But if we center the aeries at the mountain IT IS NOT POSSIBLE!!!” the biggest one screams. Her talons, coat and beak are pitch black and the tint of her feathers has the same complexion.
”THAT IS WHY WE NEED MORE NEUTRAL GROUND!!!” this one has a blood red color to her feathers, you can feel her voice vibrate in your bones, this is stupid.
This is REALLY stupid.
You turn around and walk back to Rainbow and Brynja into safe cover.
”You can count that as a near-death experience Anon.” Rainbow giggles at you.
Brynja pats your back, almost knocking you over “You really have guts, too bad you don't have the fitting brawn.” she says amused.
Yeah...guts...riiiight.
30 minutes later they come to a conclusion, you didn't understand what they screamed at each other but they are done, that's what counts.
Gilda walks away from them and towards you, you stand up to greet her.

She looks mature, bigger, stronger, scars mark her body all over, but the most striking feature is her right eye.
Where once a golden iris sat is now white scar tissue and a fitting scar runs vertically down across her eye.
“Gilda!” you almost shout joyfully.
She shows no emotions as she sees you, she just walks a straight line towards you, grabs your neck with one talon and your arm with the other one and carries you off.
She doesn't even try to be gentle, you have to fight for every breath. Luckily the flight doesn't even take a minute.
You are dropped in a majestic aerie house with a fancy roof. You'd marvel at how comfy it is, but you have an old friend to deal with. She just stares at you with lazy eyes, her blind eye looks brutal.
Her beak is chipped and jagged from overuse, you wonder what she used it on...
“Gilda, what happened to you? Are you okay?” you say while rubbing your neck.
No reaction.
“Gilda, I...missed you...”
She just keeps staring.
Something doesn't sit right. You can feel it.
You can spot minimal movement in her mimic before she comes close, you are flipped on your stomach like a plaything and one of her talons pushes down on your back.
Pushed flat down like that you can't really do anything.
Gilda pulls down your pants.
She inspects the branding of Applejack's cutie mark that AJ and Flutters gave you, after a few moments she starts touching and rubbing it, like she tries to wipe it off.
You can see her frown and feel the vibrations of her low growl.
Fear spread in your system.
“G-Gilda? It's not what it looks like! Please let me explain!”
She speaks choppy ”That...doesn't...belong there.”
No time and no chance for any declarations is given to you. Her beak meets your flesh and your screams are carried away in the wind.
Again and again she dives down, ripping your skin and flesh off, then wolfing it down until nothing of the branding is left. The spot feels numb yet burns painfully, you can feel the blood flowing down.
”If you are disloyal again, you will lose more than a little bit of skin.” she urges you.
An eagles shout later another griffon comes to pick you up.
”Bring him back to Ponyville Sigrun, I'm done for today, we just lost a good portion of hunting ground.” Gilda says, not minding you at all.
You are roughly grabbed and carried back to Ponyville. Sigrun lands on the fringe of Ponyville, shreds your shirt and cleans the blood with it.
The bleeding has stopped already, Gilda only ripped off the skin, not much else...
Sigrun inspects the wound, but doesn't do anything. She leaves without having said a word.
You pull up your pants and walk home, you feel miserable...
What happened to Gilda? She's like a monster, and the other Griffons are not better at all!

The rest of the day is spent in your room, Pinkie isn't there, probably throwing one of her parties...

Your hopes are crushed, Gilda was supposed to be your tower of strength. Instead she is a cold, raging gust of violence. You rub your ass one last time before hitting the sheets.
Just as you are about to enter the land of dreams you feel something odd. There is a pit in the mattress. You explore it, not caring to open your eyes. At the bottom of the pit is a talon.
Wait.
What are huge talons attached to again?
Please, let it be a changeling...
You open your eyes slowly.
Nope.
Dat white eye...
Nope nope nope nope nope!
Shit...maybe she calmed down...
You sit up , only to be pushed back into the pillows.
”I almost forgot what was most fun here in Equestria.” her voice is calm and rough.
Is she serious?!
“What?! No! Not after that shit you pulled off at the mountain, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you-”
She grabs you by the collar and pulls you right in front of her face ”I don't think you have a choice.”
She lets go and you fall back.
”Now strip...if you value your petty clothes.” she says slightly amused.
“You can't just expect-”
RIIIP!
There goes your second shirt for today.
She flips you over and hugs you from behind, one of her talons vanishes in your boxers as both of you roll on your sides.
”Why does it smell like Brynja in here?!”
Your balls are squeezed for emphasis painfully, a yelp escapes your lips.
You waste no time to explain “S-She sprayed some stuff at me! After I gave her a massage! I swear, that's all! I couldn't get rid of the smell, no matter what, honest!”
She pulls you tight against her and you can feel her insane heartbeat, for every beat your heart does, hers does at least three.
”That better be true.” she whispers.

She forces one of her fingers into your mouth and starts massaging your dick dexterously with her other hand. The back of your head sinks into her plumage, you forgot how good a griffon can feel.
You'd be enjoying yourself if it wouldn't be so...forced...and if you weren't so angry at her!
Her finger leaves your mouth, but a unpleasant taste stays.
“Stop it Gilda.”
You try to push her away, but she holds on to you, she actually mistakes your vain struggle attempts as caressing.
”I don't think so, your puny dick doesn't seem to agree with you there.”
She has stroked your member to full attention and now uses both her talons down there. Despite the rough yellow texture of her talons she is really good at it.
“No, Gilda, stop it, seriously.”
You don't want to give her the satisfaction, with both her hands in your crotch you lean forward, trying to get away from her. She acts quickly and snaps at your ear...a little too hard.
A talon quickly covers your mouth, muffling your screams and protests.
”Whoops. Stop screaming you wimp, it's just a little gash.”
Your ear hurts like hell and you feel blood dripping from it. You are not going to submit to her! Time to fight back!
You bite down on one of her thick fingers.
She doesn't even recognizes it, so you bite down as hard as you can!
Your head follows the movement of her hand, she turns your head and looks at with a blank expression
”If it helps...” she sighs.
This is supposed to HURT her damnit!
She nibbles on your bloody ear and continues her fondling.
Fuck.
Does she feel no pain?!

After she pulled her finger out of your mouth, and almost some of your teeth with, it she straddles you.
Without foreplay she forces your dick halfway into her pussy, it's fucking hot in there. Gilda uses your neck for leverage and you bottom out.
You know that you have no chance of breaking her grip, but that doesn't stop you from trying, being choked is not your fetish! She grabs your arms and spreads them left and right, only for them to grab her choke again.
After doing that for some time she get angry and squeezes down on your neck painfully ”Stop that shit, I hate it! Put your arms out of the way, I want to see your face!”
She almost crushes your neck for a second and you almost black out from the severed blood flow, then she puts your arms down one last time, you keep them down.
Her other talon joins in on your neck, she isn't choking you for real but the occasional squeeze still is uncomfortable as shit.
Like that she fucks you relentlessly. It takes her only two orgasms and you are at your peak.
Fuck this griffon.
You grab her haunches and give her all you've got to finish yourself off.
”Keep going...keep...” her words are drowned in heavy breathing mixed with moans. Her pussy clamps down on your cock and gives you the rest.
All her shouting must have woken up the entire neighborhood...
When you are done pumping her full of cum she slumps down on you, exhausted she quickly starts snoring.
You hate yourself right now. Where's the defiance? You need to fight!
But not now, now you sleep.

When you wake up the next morning, Gilda has already left, but not before marking the room...
This is not a smell of sexual fluids like back then, this is an aggressive smell that tells everyone 'This is Gilda hers'.
How the fuck are you supposed to get rid of that smell?!
It bites in your nose. Where is Pinkie Pie anyway?
You open the window for some fresh air and bail out of your room. Pinkie is eating breakfast, she looks like she had a rough night.
”Morning Anon, sounds like you and Gilda had some fun together!”
Oh no...please don't let her be angry!
“I'm so sorry Pinkie, I couldn't help it.” you say regretful.
Damn shit, you fucking betrayed her no matter how you see it...
Pinkie looks at you puzzled while munching her CheerileeO's...that teacher must be rich by now, her cereals are the hit!
Anyway you need to get this straight with your marefriend, she deserves better than this.
You sit in front of her on the far side of the table.
“I'll tell Gilda to stay away from me, I promise.” hopefully that will calm her down at least a little...but there is no doubt that there is a shitstorm incoming.
Pinkie raises an eyebrow “Why?” she asks almost laughing.
“Because...Gilda last night...and...we're together and...” you stutter, not sure what to say.
Suddenly she slips across the table and pulls your head into an intimate kiss, giving you a mouth full of CheerileeO's. The messy make out lasts at least a full minute before she pulls away.
Then she whispers “I don't mind, as long as you have enough stamina for me...”
You can't believe it, you don't deserve her...yet...Pinkie...
You don't say a word, instead you caress her thoroughly, ear scratchy, belly rub, the full program reserved for your lover.
Sadly she has to call it quits after some time, finishes her breakfast in a hurry and leaves. She's been busy with figuring out how to throw griffon parties to perfection.

Today is a free day.
You are going to make it up to Pinkie by refilling the fridge and buying a padlock for it anyway, it'd be bad if your fridge gets raided more often by these avians.
The market is crowded as usual, you need lots of food and for Pinkie lots of sweets, she'll love it, you still feel guilty...
The presence of the griffons almost made you forget about the royal guards that are stationed here, not that they do anything except standing around or patrolling, do they even have a life outside of guard duty?
Somehow the griffons are super polite when having contact with any ponies, or at least they don't treat them like you until now.
On your way back, packed with bags full of food, you see one of the griffons that Gilda argued with in the mountain cave. It's the black one.
She is watching you from a rooftop, eyeing you lazily.
It doesn't looks like as if she is particularly interested in you, so you just walk by, occasionally glancing at her to see if she is up to something.
Griffons can be bad.
Griffons at the top of their food chain...you don't want to think about it.

You arrive safe at home and fill the fridge to the brim, montage the padlock and test it out.
Solid.
That should save the food!
Now, all you have to do is to acquire lots of sweets for Pinkie!
No problemo amigo. You visit one shop after the other and gather large quantities of candy, muffins, cupcakes and other products with lots of sugar. When you come back home again you almost drop all of it.
That griffon from earlier!
She sits at your table and picks her teeth with a claw, the tint on her feathers and around her eyes are pitch black. Scars mark her body all over, giving her the appearance of a seasoned warrior. She is also the BIGGEST griffon you've ever seen, and you've seen almost all of them by now.
The fridge is open and half the contents are eaten or scattered around.
How the hell can a single creature eat that much!?

Anger wells up inside you, this is not right, she has no right to intrude into your home like that and steal your food!
“Who are you?!” you ask her in anger.
She looks older than Gilda and her black beak reflects the light like polished porcelain.
“What are you doing in my house?!” you add.
The intruder stands up and with a small movement the table is thrown out of the way, in large strides she moves towards you, head held low, eyes never leaving you, face devoid of emotion.
You know what's coming, that body language is unmistakeable. Quickly you put the candy bags down and raise your fists, knowing it won't do much but you have to send the message!
“C'mere!” you spout out.
She reaches out and grabs your shirt, whirls you around and releases. You fly around and your legs hit the couch, spinning you around, then landing painfully on the floor while hitting your head.
Pain fills your skull.
But you have no time for a breather, she has you already grabbed you by the collar and pushes you over the armrest onto the couch. One of her arms presses against your throat as you try to push her off...without the desirable result, she is too massive.
You have trouble breathing with her arm pressed against your windpipe.
”Do you always have such a big mouth you weakling?!” she says, almost bored.
You punch her torso a few times as hard as you can, but the weird angle takes any force out of them.
”Trying to massage me?” she says while lifting a brow. Her golden eyes staring into yours.

One of your wrists is grabbed by her talon and she flips you around on your stomach. Now your ass points upward.
She leans her entire weight onto you and pushes her body against yours...thank god she isn't a guy, otherwise she would be penetrating your ass like that!
It doesn't stop her from doing the fitting movements though.
”You like that huh?” she says as she starts humping you.
“What? NO! Stop! HELURGRH” before you can shout for help, she squeezes down on your neck with a talon.
”Scream again and I'll rip your head off.” she breaths in your ear.
You don't want to test if she is serious and you like breathing, so you give her a short nod. After a few seconds you start struggling as hard as possible, flailing around with all you've got...you're not screaming...
You kick her shin accidentally ”Ouch...you little piece of shit.” she swears.
Her talons grip your wrists and she stretches your arms long while biting the base of your neck, it doesn't hurt much but every time you start struggling again she bites down harder, releasing again when you stop.
You get the message and simply endure her treatment, it's not like she is doing something...
Her entire body is pressed against you and she starts her humping again, it's kind of embarrassing, luckily no one is watching...right?
You swear you saw a pink strand of hair as you glanced to the window...

Her thick tongue licks at your neck, a lustful giggle escapes from her from time to time.
No matter how much you don't like it, with all that rubbing and licking and breathing, blood slowly accumulates in your groin.
She notices your accelerated breathing ”Oho, look at that.”
A talon grabs your genitals and gives a few probing squeezes ”You really get off on that.” she says and starts laughing.
Nononononono!
YOU DON'T!
”I'll come back later boy.”
Just as she stops pinning you there you blurt out “Who ARE you?”
She simply ignores you and leaves.
...
Fuck.
That was the worst griffon until now, she didn't even hurt you that much, it was just humiliating.
Her words run through your head 'I'll come back later boy'.
You need to get the fuck away from here ASAP before that bird comes back!
Only...no, not even Celestia knows what she will do if she catches you the next time.

Company...you need some friends to keep around!
Where the hell is Pinkie at?
Twilight has her hands full with investigation stuff, Chrysalis trolled Ponyville real good, there hasn't been a single changeling in Equestria since she revealed herself and vanished again.
You don't even waste a thought on Rainbow, Fluttershy and Applejack.
Maybe you can hang out with Rarity?
She has to do.

You go to her place and enter her boutique.
From somewhere you can hear a few “Marvelous” and “Stunning”s, she seems to be home...
She is in her fitting-room with a guest or a customer it seems, but you realize that too late. You barge in.
Gilda is being measured by the purple haired unicorn.
“Oh, sorry, I'll...wait downstairs.” you say quickly.
Luckily they don't give a fuck.
The both of them follow you after a 15 minutes wait.
You are amazed that Rarity isn't afraid of Gilda with her blind eye and battered body, it sure looks intimidating.
They laugh and joke, the world is not right anymore, it just looks wrong. Like an evil pirate is having tea with a noble princess casually.
”So Anon dear, what can I possibly do for you?” she sits on her lounger.
“I just wanted to ask if you have some free time, so we could...hang out together a little?”
She furrows her brows and bites her lower lip ”Oh darling, I'm really flattered, but Gilda just gave me a huge order and I would really like to start with that as soon as possible. Maybe some other time?” she flutters her eyelids at you.
During your 15 minutes wait you played various scenarios through your mind due to Gilda's presence. You have a plan B.
You will use a lesser evil to keep the bigger one at distance!
“...Gilda?” you ask her.
Gilda crosses her arms ”So I'm just your number two choice?”
FUUUUCK!!!
“Don't talk nonsense, I came to the Carousel Boutique to ask Rarity, that doesn't mean...you know what I mean!” shit, you can't win this what the hell?!
Gilda stares at you. Silence fills the room...
You are now nominated for the awkward awkwards in the category: Best awkward silence!

You walk outside, Gilda follows.
She jumps on your back and you have to carry her around to calm her down.
“Gilda...who was the griffon you...*huff*...negotiated with...the one with...*huff*...the black beak...and black tint?”
Suddenly Gilda pushes you into the grass ”WHAT?! That was Lyndwin! She is the stjori of her flock! What did she do?! Did she attack you?!” she almost screams that, just good that you left the fringes of Ponyville behind you a few minutes ago.
Her claws dig into your shoulders.
“N-No, we just had...uh...a talk?” you say nervous.
You roll on your back and she sits on your lap, holding your shoulders down while staring at you seriously.
”You still suck at lying you know that?” she says quietly and calm.
“Well, I still don't like it.”
”GRIFFONS” she starts loud “...don't 'just' TALK. What happened? Lyndwin is a crazy fuck, even for griffon standards, you better tell me what she did, for your own sake.” she looks you in the eyes sharp, fuck, you will never get used to that fucking blind eye...
“What? She seemed less crazy than Brynja!”
Gilda rolls her eyes ”Brynja is normal.”
“No she is not, she is violent as fuck.”
She slumps down on her elbows and you can feel her breath ”You just have a wrong image of griffons because I've always gone easy on you.”
“Wrong image?” you ask unbelieving.
”So what did she do?”
“She just did some weird humping stuff and wanted to come back later.”
Gilda looks around “Hmm. Was that the reason why you wanted to hang out with somegriffon?”
You nod.
”Hmm, okay. You can keep me company a bit. A flock has to stick together, there are still many griffons you should meet. You haven't been introduced yet, right?”

That day you met lots of bird-cats.
Evil griffons, bored griffons, crazy griffons, colorful griffons, lots of griffons.
There are roughly 30 griffons in Gilda's flock, but only five males, and they are all married...
When you mention that to Gilda she said that males tend to die quicker but not why. She also tells you to stay away from griffon chicks, the mothers tend to kill if you are even close to their children.
-Useful information aquired!!!-
Brynja and Frida are in Gilda's flock.
When all are met, except for a few mothers, the both of you chill at Gilda's royal aerie. It's actually more of a house, but whatever.
You give her a massage while asking her some questions “So, how does a flock work? I still don't fully grasp the concept behind it all. Is it some kind of community?”
”No, you can see a flock as an extended family. You can find protection within and the members usually work together, quarrels are dealt with through a fight.”
“What about hierarchy? I heard Brynja calling you the stjori, I'm the...uh...”
”Elskhuga of the flock.” she completes you “The stjori is the head of the flock and its representative, the strongest griffon assumes that role, ME. That's all”
“That's all? What do you mean?”
”The rest are just either members, or children and if a chick comes of age it must leave the flock.”
“And they have to find a new one?”
”No, they don't have to, but loners are not common, a flock offers too many benefits. My homeland is a harsh one. Unlike here in Equestria, dying is easy there.”
“Is that why you have so many injuries?”
”You're wrong again. Most of them come from fights to become the stjori, and some from staying, you have to proof your strength by defeating the old one. That's also how I lost my eye, I was careless.”
“Who was the former stjori?”
”Doesn't matter, she's dead now.”
You stop dead in your tracks.
”Don't freak out, it wasn't on purpose, she didn't knew when to stop.”
“I-It's okay, I don't question you. No problem at all. You had no chance, I understand completely.”
She wiggles around and you reluctantly start working her belly side.
”You don't sound convinced, don't worry about it, as long as we are in Equestria we will not break the laws here.”
“Are you saying that...killing is legal back where you come from?”
She smirks ”There are no petty laws oversea, every flock makes its own rules, if at all. Common sense is what we use for most things. If you are too weak or too stupid to survive, nogriffon will shed tears after you.”
“You make it sound barbaric.”
”It is, a dweeb like you wouldn't survive without a strong flock for a week. If not the wild animals tear you apart, the invaders from the feral lands will.”
She says that while enjoying the massage greatly, it makes you feel stupid somehow.
”And if that isn't enough, as a different and weaker species you would be the first target for rival flocks. Seriously, don't go there.”

Then she notices your uneasiness, she pulls you in and buries your face in her plumage.
You love fluffy plumage.
”What's wrong? Afraid of griffons now?” she asks mockingly.
“It's just, you changed so much in so little time.”
Her voice becomes a little angry “Is that a problem?”
She pushes you harder against her, it starts to hurt a little “No no, not at all. You're still my favorite!”
Gilda relaxes again with a “Good.”
Her talons grab your head and push it down and into her crotch ”Then you surely don't mind showing me.”
She hasn't washed in days...
Her claws slowly dig into your skin as you hesitate. She bangs your mouth against her feline pussy a few times before you yield.
The taste of sweat and piss fades after a few minutes and is replaced by a more acceptable one as she becomes more and more wet. You put your everything into eating her out, intent on making it as quick as possible.
But Gilda has other ideas, every time you think she gets close, she pulls away. Halfway through that Sigrun comes and just watches, Gilda doesn't give a fuck about it.
Exhibitionism isn't your fetish, but that doesn't stop your dick from getting hard.
Fuck.
When you finally get to satisfy Gilda, Sigrun whispers something to her. Gilda's jimmies are visibly rustled and the two of them dash outside.

You are now alone in Gilda's home...
Well, fuck.
Time to explore!
Her home somehow sticks right under an overhang, shielding it from whatever might fall from above...like water and stuff. It's high up above the clouds and has pretty much the highest spot on this side of the mountain, must be a hierarchy thing.
The first floor of her two story aerie-house is missing the entire front wall and the floor is more like an actual birds nest. The corners are rounded and the windows are huge, big enough to act as an entrance for a grown griffon easily.
The second floor has all four walls and is overhanging over the first floor, the overhang of the mountain is used as roof. It has an even thicker layer of interwoven sticks and twigs on the ground, the stuff even crawls up the walls a bit.
Actually it makes sense, a normal wooden floor would be scratched to splinters by their claws in no time...
As you explore her home you realize that you have no way of getting out of here, you look outside and the height makes you a little dizzy.
You are above the clouds so you have no idea how high you're up, but jumping is out of the question for sure.

Just moments after you gave up, a griffon lands. Finally you can get FUUUUUCK IT'S LYNDWIN!!!
”Hey there boy, missed me?” she says, fluttering her lids like trying to seduce you.
“What are you doing here?! This is Gilda's aerie! You're not supposed to be here!”
She furls her wings and takes a few steps towards you, a smug grin plastered all over her face ”That's no problem, she'll be busy for some time. I made sure of that. And a good friend of mine like you wouldn't rat me out, right?” she says that while playing with her claws threateningly.
“What?! What did you do to her?!”
”Just a little distraction, now come here boy, or I can't promise that you'll keep all of your limbs.”
She has some kind of griffon saddle bags with her.
You run upstairs, Lyndwin just giggles at your attempts to flee. She follows you casually and corners you easily.
As you press against a rounded corner she positions herself broad before you and burrows two items out of her bags. She holds them right in front of your nose, a light rubber and silicon smell reaches you.
“Do you want the exotic one...” she wiggles a bright blue colored dildo in her talon, it has funny looking bumps and twists and doesn't look like anything a living being would have between its legs.
Then she pulls that one away and presents the other one ”Or do you prefer the classic cat?” this time she not just wiggles it around, but smacks it slightly on your nose. Oh god, who knows where that thing has been before?!
It has numerous hook-like barbs and the glans is pointed at the tip.
You gulp audibly.
”Oh, so you like the classic one? Good taste f-”
”Anon?!” Brynja's voice! Your recue!
“I'm upstairs!” you shout, feigning calmness.
Lyndwin grabs you by the throat in panic and pushes her forehead against yours “One word and I'll end you!” she hisses, then she opens a window and jumps out just before Brynja can see her.
”Gilda sent me, said something about you, but I forgot. I'll just drop you off in Ponyville.” Brynja says disinterested as she comes up the stairs.
You are fucking saved.