Out of Control

You're about to close the spa as the black tinted griffon enters once more.
”Hey there boy, missed me?” she asks seductive.
She walks over to you, broad grin across her face and tail swishing from side to side enticingly.
“Lyndwin, please wait, Gilda almost killed me the last time you di-”
She grabs your head, palm blocking your mouth and claws closing at the back of your head. She doesn't hurt you, but it's still uncomfortable. In a split second she turns you around and gives your ass an injection, she pushes you forward and you stumble to the toilet quickly.
When you come back the biggest bathtub is being filled with hot water and Lyndwin happily pours some oils and lotions into it.
“Please Lyndwin, I don't want to do tha-”
She quickly repeats the procedure and sends you to the toilet again.
This time you take your time, brooding about how to get out of this. CURSED be the architect who made the window unreachable!
When you come back she is already putting on her strap-on, both of your wrists are restricted by one talon of hers and a third time she injects water into your ass. You come back to find her waiting for you, that's probably the most patience you will ever see from her...
She throws you into the tub and fucks you for 20 minutes...with you on the receiving end...

When done she embraces you and together you relax in the hot water. It's humiliating to say the least, shame dominates your mind. If Pinkie knew...she would probably leave you, calling you a faggot and whatnot...
You really have no idea how your marefriend ticks, huh?
Shut up you ass-hole, what do you know? Always sitting in the back of my mind, eating chips and popcorn...
...ask that bird!
“Lyndwin?”
Lyndwin purrs her answer lazily “What?”
“Why do you do stuff like this?”
”What do you mean?” she asks, not caring to open even one eye.
“I mean the toys...you're a girl, doesn't it seem unnatural?”
Then she DOES open one eye and looks at you ”That's a long story boy, and I'm not gonna share it with some elskhuga from another flock. If you really want to know, you can leave Gilda and join me.” she starts giggling slightly.
“Okay, you know that's not gonna happen.”
”Hmphf, whatever. But you're the first who enjoys it almost as much as I do.”
Oh god, she thinks you're enjoying it!
“I don't! That's not true! You kill me if I resist, what am I supposed to do?”
A grin reaches from one side of her head to the other ”Oh my, you're getting awfully defensive there boy, sure you're not lying to yourself?” you want to punch her stupid grin right now...
”Wash me.”
What? “Huh?”
”I'm not gonna skip the massage and the preening boy, and while you're in the bath you can do that for me just as well. Now get to it.” she points to herself.
That way she said that last part, sounded more like she will eat another piece of you if you make her wait any longer...
“Alright, no problem.” you say nervously and do it.

When all is done and she is done molesting you, you can finally close the spa for today.
Ass is still sore...you'll never get used to this, nor do you want. But how can you make her stop? Maybe Gilda has an idea, she can't protect you 24/7 but she will know what to do.
Just as you close the door, an old acquaintance waits for you outside...
”Took yer damn time sugarcube, what took yer s'long?”
Applejack leans against the wall of the Day Spa, forehooves crossed, a straw hangs out of her mouth and stetson on top, just like usual...
...and like usual she most probably has no good intentions!
“What do you want? I have no time for someone like you.” you spit out.
You still fucking hate her and are intent of showing her that.
”Aw come on sugarcube, don't be so cruel t'me...ah only did that cause ah like yer.” she says, drawing circles in the dirt embarrassed while sporting a cute blush.
If using someone against his will as a sex toy for her and her friends for two weeks while he has...magic induced delusions is her way of showing him that she likes him, you don't want her to like you-
Oh god, that sentence, I am sorry god of grammar, please forgive me...
“You have an awfully stupid way of showing that, leave me alone.”
She spits the straw out and comes closer, looking damn insecure ”Listen Anon, ahm really sorry it turned out the way it did, but ah really couldn't control mahself. Ah wanted t'tell yer that ahm sorry, and if there is a way ah can earn yer forgiveness, ah'll do anything, ANYTHING for yer.”
Forgiveness.
It reminds you of your past...
She got you by the balls, you really are fucking angry at her, but the word 'forgiveness'...you remember your first few weeks here...
Sure the circumstances weren't the same, but she just accepted you despite what you had done. Fucking hell, she even helped you with some stuff!
You let out a long drawn sigh, it doesn't feels like she deserves it, hell, you'd like to spit in her face and call her names! But...

I can't believe you consider doing that!
What? She did the same! And we all make mistakes! Have you even listened?! She apologized! The Element of Honesty, apologized! If it were Dash or Fluttershy I'd have my doubts but I can smell her lying from the moon!
Do you even know what you did to her? It was probably NOT the same at all! Not even close! And she still has her memory!
Just shut the fuck up, I'm doing this, go fuck yourself.

You snap out of your daydream “Okay, I'll think about it.” then you point a finger at her and give her a serious berating “But if you try something like that once more, it's over.”
Applejack bites her lower lip and looks down ”Alright pardner. Thanks fer givin' me another shot.”
She turns around and gallops around the corner.
Applejack was never a stealthy one, so you can hear her loud and clear whispering “Okay, ah did it, now it's yer turn!”
Knew it! She is still evil!
Shut it!
Rainbow Dash dashes around the corner and throws herself onto you, hugging you tight ”Ohmygosh! I'm so sorry Anon! Can you ever forgive me!?”
This is getting ridiculous, the two villains drive each other to apologize?
You may have your doubts about her, but you're not going to be an asshole now.
“I'll give you a chance like AJ, don't squander it, okay?”
Rainbow almost screams ”Yes! Thank you. I'll make it up to you, I swear!”
Like she came, she leaves again.
That was unexpected, but not unpleasant...
Good to know they are not complete pricks and have forgotten what humility is.
You walk home finally, you forgot something...can't be that important if it slipped your mind.

At home you play some games with Pinkie, she seems a little down.
“Pinkie Pie? Is everything alright?” you ask her.
She just stares at the playboard unresponsive.
“Is something wrong?”
You snap your fingers and she snaps out of it.
“Are you okay Pinkie, something on your mind?”
Her blank face is filled with a fake grin.
”Yes of course...nothing...WRONG!”
She stands up and walks out, not even finishing the game. This is not normal Pinkie Pie, she never fakes a grin, never avoids you and never leaves from a game before beating you at least two dozen times in a row...
That sounds like a matter you should consult purple smart about, Twilight once said something about having Pinkie examined about her unique abilities...

On your way to Twilight's tree you wonder where Gilda is, she seems to know Pinkie pretty good...
You enter without knocking like always and find a reading griffon, Twilight is looking for some books, working on the bookshelves.
The griffon has it's back turned towards you, so you come closer to see who it is.
Maybe it's Gilda or that Bera?
You sit at the table and take a glimpse at black tinted feathers, talons and beak.
Fuck.
”Hey there boy, here for a good read?”
You unrustle your jimmies, she is busy with reading that book and doesn't seems to be interested in you.
“No, just wanted to ask Twilight something. What are you reading?” you ask curious.
She lifts the book and faces the cover towards you, it reads:

'Magic Potions for Dummies'

Well, as long as she doesn't turn you into a girl she can read what she wants for all you care...right?
“You're not going to turn me into a girl with a potion, are you?”
She breaks out into furious laughter ”BWAHAHAA! No, heh, I like my partners male! Where's the fun in shagging a girl? There's no...”
She spies around, Twilight is in hearing range so she just smirks at you ”You know what I mean.”
You do not, but she doesn't have to know that...
Lyndwin wipes a tear of joy and continues reading.

Twilight finally has time for you, oh man, you had to wait for three minutes! Outrageous!
”Hello Anon, what can I help you with today?” she asks like usual.
You always come to her if you want something, you feel like an asshole...
“Pinkie Pie is behaving strange.” you say.
Twilight gives you a deadpan look ”Aaaaaand?”
“No, I mean really strange, not her usual strange. She seems less energetic than usual and today she spaced out during a game and left without beating me!”
The purple mare thinks for a minute ”Sounds serious.”
“Really? Wh-”
”No!” she interrupts you “Maybe her level of weirdness is just fluctuating from time to time or it could be the weather or she didn't eat enough candy or...I'll just ask her later. Don't worry about it. Bombarding you with theories would probably just confuse you anyway.”
“Hey!”
”Uh...I meant...”
Wait a minute “If the weather manipulates Pinkie, can the Ponyville Weather Patrol control her?”
She stabs you with her glare ”Please leave before you violate science itself Anon, there are a lot of things Lyndwin would like to talk to me about. SERIOUS things”
“Okay okay, sorry. I need to talk with Rainbow...maybe the weather...”
You leave before Twilight murders you for real.

No clue where to go now, you would tail Pinkie, but you can't break the fourth wall like her...
So you just walk around town. It's actually kind of pleasant when no griffon is chasing or stalking you.
After a little chat with Derpy, Mayor Mare and Nurse Redheart you go home, without any leads it's no use.
Just as you are about to give up you spot a pink strand of hair vanishing in some bushes.
That mare...
Forget it, you'll talk with Pinkie later and resolve whatever troubles her.

From the distance you see that Gilda just left your house and takes flight. Entering your house you expect a disaster, a raided fridge or just a general mess, but it's all clean.
The trash is full and on the desk is a big package.
You take a peek, the stuff the trashcan is filled with appears to be a bunch of shredded Playpony magazines, you don't remember those...what a shame.
The package on the desk is addressed to you. Opening it, you find that someone sent you a stack of Playgriffon magazines!
What the fucking hell is going on?!
You browse through a few of them, there are much more models in threatening poses than in the Playpony version of this, and it's less lewd, but it still isn't bad enough to get rid of it so you quickly hide it under your bed.
You never know...
When you go downstairs to plan the rest of the day you are not interrupted...weird, usually someone would barge in right about now with trouble following.
But this is fine too.
You place your ass on the couch and lay down.
...

Boooring.
You get up and outside, time to find some trouble!
After looking around, your attention is drawn to the lake, you see a few griffons circling the area suspiciously.
The closer you come, the more griffons you see. They practically besiege the lake!
There are at least 30 of them, either flying above or sitting at the edge, but all of their attention is focused on the water.
Is this some kind of griffon party? But Pinkie is nowhere to be seen..they sure are in a good mood, they chat and chirp happily from what you can hear.
You wink one of the griffons you know from the spa over, Ingrid is one of the most beautiful griffons of them all, but what do you know about griffons...
She lands graciously and greets you with a coy smile.
“Hey Ingrid, what's going on here? Looks like you're having a good time.”
”Yes yes, we are quite fortunate. Look.” she lays an arm around your shoulder and gestures to the lake and the griffons diving into it.
”Fish! Fish everywhere!”
They are catching fish!?
“What do you do with it?”
”Well, eating of course.” she says surprised.
You almost gag, the thought of eating another living creature is far from you.
“How can you eat that? Isn't that disgusting?”
The good looking griffon is visibly pleased at your uneasiness ”Not at all, unlike you and the ponies, we love meat in any form. Maybe you should try too, there is enough for all of us. You have canines after all...”
“Thanks but no, I think I'll pass on this one.”
Ingrid gives you a couple of squeezes ”Come on, don't be like that, fish tastes delicious.”

She walks towards the lake with you and pushes you down into a sitting position, then she lifts off.
Now that you can see the griffons better, you realize that there is not a single one from Gilda's flock...
Ingrid communicates with a few other griffons in the air via threatening gestures and shouting, then shoots down and dives into the water.
She emerges with a wiggling fish in her beak and swims towards you.
By now your closure to the lake has drawn some attention, you can feel eyes resting upon you...you have a bad feeling about this.
Ingrid skillfully guts the fish with her manicured claws and sits beside you.
“Don't you want to cook it first?” you ask her, then point to some griffons on the far side of the lake. they are obviously making a BBQ.
”No, grilled fish is nice, but raw isn't bad either, just has to be fresh like this, yes!”
Her beak digs into the big fish, that thing is at least as big as your forearm! It isn't completely dead either, her bites are accompanied by wiggles, your stomach turns.
The busty griffon holds the fish under your nose with an inviting “Hmm?” and a nod while chewing with a full mouth.
“Thanks, really, I appreciate the thought but this really isn't my line of food. I think I'll stay with apples and carrots for now.”
For a moment you think she is going to force you to eat, but then she just shrugs and wolfs down the rest of the thing, leaving only fish bones.
She might be beautiful, but her manners are definitely avian, maybe you should introduce her to Rarity?

Before something bad happens you say goodbye to Ingrid and take your leave, some griffons are openly staring at you angrily already, they probably don't like that you're a friend of Ingrid...
You march home, Gilda is already waiting for your sorry ass.
Shit, making these birds wait is never good!
Gilda is visibly upset, her plumage is puffed up, making her appear bigger.
Oh shit, what did you do wrong now?!

She speeds towards you “Gilpfoooh!” and her fist connects to your chest, making you turn 90° on the spot and landing on your back.
Several ribs break and you gasp for air, by now you must have more broken ribs than intact ones.
”You just can't stop, can you?!” she says, angry like never before.
You just lie there, probing for any internal damage her pummel may have caused, you can't take this much longer, at one point she will really overdo it!
She grabs you by the neck and drags you to her aerie, the low chances of escaping just diminished.
Your chest hurts badly as she throws you into a corner ”Do you know what we usually do with a traitor?!”
What the fuck is she talking about? “Urgh, Gilda...I didn't betray...anyone.” you stutter.
She jumps atop of you, pressing her beak against your nose ”We. Castrate. Them.”
Her talon dives down and jabs into your jewels, you scream from the top of your lungs and roll to the side while holding your balls.
Gilda has other plans, she pins you by the shoulders and presses you down, watching your pain stricken face. She must have developed a serious sadism fetish, what the fuck is wrong with her?!
When the pain moves up your stomach she pushes an elbow against your neck and almost crushes your throat. Any attempt in pushing her off is fruitless, she doesn't move one bit.
”I don't know what you thought when I let it fly the first time you did it with Lyndwin, but it sure wasn't a permission to keep going!” she hisses.
“Gil...da...please...”
The edges of your vision become dark.
”If being nice doesn't work, then I'll just have to make sure that you fear ME more than HER!”

You wake up the next morning in hospital.
Everything hurts. You are bruised all over.
Gilda is sitting at your bedside, tapping a claw against the sheets and staring out of the window.
Last night...this bird is nuts!
You look at Gilda, she still hasn't noticed that you're awake.
You groan in pain as you try to move away from her, the terror from yesterday still fresh, you kept your balls, but losing them would have been less painful. A LOT less painful.
You draw her attention, your heart sinks as her good eye rests upon you, not only does she look like a delinquent, she IS one.
You are not safe when she is near, you were a fool to believe it in the first place, you should have realized that after she 'removed' Applejack's cutie mark.
You hold your hands in front of you, expecting her to beat you again, one of them is heavily bandaged and you can't move the fingers.
Then Dr. Whooves comes in ”Sooo Anonymous, your second time here in the Ponyville Hospital. Youuu...” he looks at your patient file ”...fell out of an aerie. Is that right?”
Gilda narrows her eyes at you threateningly.
“Y-Yes.” your voice trembles a little.
”We had to perform an emergency surgery, you had so many broken ribs that your ribcage couldn't support your organs properly anymore, it's a miracle that your lungs didn't collapse.”
Gilda rolls her eyes “And when can he leave?”
”Hmm...well, he can virtually leave whenever he wants, but his left achilles tendon ruptured completely and he has lots of other injuries. He will need strong painkillers daily for a few weeks and walking is out of the question.”
He puts a hoof on your leg ”Anon, you will probably limp for the rest of your life.”
Haha, he's kidding “Uh, what?” right?
Your attempts to get up are rewarded with a great amount of hurt.
”You should take your painkillers now or it will get worse.” he says and gives you some pills.

The doc leaves.
Gilda rubs her neck embarrassed ”Uhm...I'm...sorry...a little bit...I've gone a little too far...”
Too far? You did not fall out of her aerie! It was all her doing!
Anger wells up in your pain stricken chest “A little bit? Gilda, the doctor just said that I won't be able to walk normally for the rest of MY LIFE!”
This fucking bird just ruined your life! “And you are A LITTLE sorry?! You said I can find protection within a flock, but tell me, who is going to protect me from YOU?!” you shout at her.
She doesn't like your shouting, her brows slowly furrow...
“Gilda, did it ever occur to you that a different species does not fit into a griffon flock?! It just doesn't work out!”
”What do you mean? Just because I had to show you your place doesn't mean much, many griffons need to be disciplined!”
“Yes, that's right, GRIFFONS, not humans! I can't bear with it anymore, I'm not fit for that flock crap!”
”What are you saying?!” her voice is serious.
“I don't want to be in your flock anymore Gilda, I don't want to be in anyone’s flock!”
Her eyes narrow, she frowns and the edge of the bed squeaks under her grip. After a few moments of staring at each other she breaks the silence
”No.” is all she says.
What the hell?!

She just turns around and jumps out of the window, flying away.
You hope that this is the last you will ever see of her, but you doubt it. Not even Applejack made you feel this angry and afraid at the same time.
You try to relax a bit, the pills slowly kick in.
Later you get visited by your friends. These ponies sure know how to cheer you up, even if it hurts.
No day passes without them visiting you, not all at once of course.
Pinkie seems to be 'normal' again, cheering you up cheered her up as well, it was still weird. They do a great job at making you forget Gilda.
Even Lyndwin visits a few times (with her bags), even if she is mocking you more than being helpful. She tries to make you join her flock, badmouthing Gilda all the while.
Not gonna happen, not only do you NOT want, but Gilda would simply murder you if you did. You need to get out of her flock ASAP!

Two weeks pass like this, AJ and RD are your buddies again, they proved to be real friends when shooing away annoying griffons all the time. You never thought it were possible for you to forgive them...
You are ready to leave the hospital on crutches, it really is about time, more and more of these birds started visiting you for massages in the hospital. If you are gone for a longer time, this could become a problem...
Anyway, you are out of the hospital and walk home on crutches, Applejack accompanies you.
”Ah still can't believe yer fell outta an aerie.”
“Yeah, well, you're not the only one.”
”Sure yer don't wanna have me t'carry you? Ah can take yer.”
“No thanks, I have to get used to these things anyway.”
”So why don't'cha come over t'Sweet Apple Acres, we're havin' a little feast over there t'day.”
“You mean Apple Family Food Orgy?”
”Call it what yer want, yer invited.”
Sweet Apple Acres, a part of you forbids you to set a foot on this property, but there is really no reason for staying away from that place anymore. Applejack apologized sincerely.
“Why the heck not.” you spurt out.

You are warmly welcomed by the Apple Family, a table is already set up with lots of food.
You are not the only guest, there is a griffon, she looks familiar but you just can't remember where you've seen her before...
You whisper to AJ “A Griffon? Are you sure? They eat an awful lot.” you say and stealthy point to her.
Applejack laughs out loud ”Oh Anon, always good fer a joke. That's Bera, t'was her who recommended t'invite yer.”
“Bera, hmm...” you rub your chin.
”T'was also her who encouraged Rainbow n'me apologize t'yer, she's a good friend of the family.” Applejack explains.
Bera looks at you from the far side of the table and you give her a thankful nod, which makes her smile.
Maybe not all griffons are bad...
Apple Fritter finds you and with the introducing words of “It's so hard to find a good listener.” she starts her blabbering again.
Half way through the food orgy Bera places herself next to you, you almost don't notice until she says something.
”Anonymous.” she starts.
You stop shoveling food into your mouth and turn to her. Bera looks...kind of nice, unlike most other griffons she has no grim looks on her face.
She has the least scars of the three stjoris in Equestria, the tint of her feathers and around her eyes is a crimson red, her eyes are light green.
“Nice to finally meet you Bera.” you extend your hand and she gives you a gentle shake “I already heard of you a little.”
”Only good things I hope.” she answers.
“In a way...” not.
”I heard you want to leave Gilda's flock, is there a reason?”
You look down your body and to your crutches “Humans are not fit for a griffon flock, not from my experiences at least.”
She starts giggling.
“What's so funny?”
”There was barely a griffon that did not heard you screaming that night.”
You rub your neck in embarrassment.
Bera continues ”Gilda is too immature to be stjori, she doesn't fully understand what it means to lead a flock. I keep Lyndwin close but Gilda is too stubborn to accept that stjoris should work together, she thinks she is an empress and forgets her responsibilities.”
Bera grabs around your shoulder and pulls you in, whispering into your ear ”Like protecting weaker members from getting bullied or treating them right after that.”

She releases you and goes back to her chair, proceeding with the feast.
You eat slow from now on, your mind preoccupied with what she said. Gilda sure is young for a leading role, she said it herself that she hit her matrimonial period only about half a year ago.
Damnit, why does it have to make so much sense?!
You catch Bera smirking at you once, Gilda was right with her, she is a strategic one, but you can't do anything about her being right...
It keeps you from overeating yourself and stays in your mind for hours.
But whatever, it's not your problem anymore, the story with Gilda is over and you're not gonna do the same shit again!

You enter your home, Pinkie greets you with a fanfare and flying streamers.
”Anooooon!” she screams “WelcomebackIwantedtothrowapartyforyoubutTwilighttoldmetonotdoitbecauseyouarestillhurtandthenIthoughtwecouldhavealittlepartyjustthetwoofusbutthenIthoughtthatyoucan'tpartywithjusttwoponiesandthenIendedupinvitingsomeponiesnonethelessdespitewhatshesaidanditendeduplikeanormalpart I'm sooooorry! Please don't be angry at me!”
Confetti flies through the air and there is a full fledged party going on already.
You expected nothing less from her.
Giving her a hug you answer “I didn't understand even one third of what you just said, but I'm not ANGRY at you, I could never do that! Why are you asking?”
”Nevermind!”
She kisses you and shoots off, doing whatever that pink mare does on a party.
Lyndwin, Brynja, Frida and Lija are present, you get the feeling that the avians are warming up to the equines...
You may not be able to dance, but you can drink!
And you do!
There are no fillies present so Berry has the strong stuff available already. In no time you are a drunken mess, Twilight has to call for Brynja to keep you from dancing. The rest of the evening is obscured by alcohol.
You wake up the next morning.
In your bed.
Pinkie in your clutches.
Nothing smells like vomit.
Nor piss.
Success!

Wait!
Your crotch is kinda wet...
You open your eyes...you spoon Pinkie, but someone also...spoons you?
You are in the clutches of a griffon. Black talons hold you from behind.
She presses you into her plumage. Awww yeah! Can it get any better? Pinkie, plumage, what else do you want?
It's just an idea, but wanting to know who this is without waking her up, so you clench your asshole.
Dat sore feeling.
Lyndwin...
Does she ever stop? Why is she still doing this?
Well, it could be worse. At least Gilda isn't going to beat you into a pulp for this anymore...
Wait, when did you start to, no no no, you never started liking this!

You successfully get up without waking anyone and get downstairs, your head hurts like hell, some water should fix this. And you need some painkillers too, the pain is almost gone but you still want to get rid of it completely...you don't even need the crutches necessarily.
Lyndwin and Pinkie eventually join breakfast.
The griffon brags about her breakthroughs in alchemy, it actually sounds more like basic chemistry mixed with a little magic stuff.
You listen only with one ear, something about working with Twilight and weird plans, you won't understand it anyway.
After urging you to join her flock she eventually leaves. You also leave after finishing breakfast, but not after pampering the hell out of Pinkie...you'd like to know how much she knows of yesterday...

With your trusty crutches you limp through town, it's tiresome as hell and your hands feel like they are about to fall off but the doctor prohibited the use of your left foot for some time.
Damn it, it's all Gilda's fault!
DAMN HER!!!
“Fucking shit damn fucking hell shit fuck!” you swear at no one in particular.
She fucking crippled you!
That fucking bitch! To hell with her!
”You sound like something bothers you.” Bera says while landing graciously ”Something on your mind?”
She must have heard you...
“Bera...you ever felt like you just want to throw everything away? And...just...” you fight with a lump in your throat.
She gives you a warm hug, you have never seen her at the spa, still she smells nice and exotic ”Don't worry, relax.”
You successfully suppress your tears and she releases you “I'm sorry, we barely know one another.”
Bera waves you to follow. She leads you to the lake, waiting for you when you need a break.
You both sit down at the shore, there are almost no griffons present at all.
”Tell me.” she says abrupt.
“Uh, tell what?”
She smirks and lets her head hang, watching you from a funny angle ”What bothers you, what you like, anything you want, I'm listening.”
“You mean anything? Like my thoughts about complex magical theories written by Starswirl The Bearded decades ago?”
”If you want, but then you would have to explain an awful lot of stuff, I don't just want to listen, I want to listen to you. But if you want...”
Is there a god? If yes, thank you for this creation of yours, this griffon, Bera!
You can't suppress a coy smile “I was only testing, I actually don't know anything about magic.”
”Phew, that's a weight of my mind.” she says in an playful act.
“There are some griffon related questions I have.”
”No questions, I want to listen, not explain. You can ask me questions later.”
“Oh...okay.”

Then you tell her the story all about how
Your life got flipped, turned upside down
And you'd like to take a minute to just sit right there
And tell her how you became the elskhuga of Gilda's flock in the air
In the Ponyville Hospital practically born and raised
Helping Pinkie Pie with her depression you spent most of your days
Making Cider, talking, planning all cool
Learning how to massage all kinds of creatures like in a school
When Gilda met you alone, and bit you real good
You were not safe anymore in your own neighborhood
Pinkie got out of her depression and you were in for a scare
Gilda started having sex with you everywhere.