//-------------------------------------------------------// Gilda's Revenge -by Gassipons- //-------------------------------------------------------// //-------------------------------------------------------// Chapter 1 //-------------------------------------------------------// Chapter 1 Pinkie was at SugarCube corner, sitting down and reading a recipe book on cupcakes. The door opened and Pinkie looked up to see a griffon had entered. "Gilda? Is that you?" Gilda ignored Pinkie's question and looked around. "Anyone else here but you?" she asked directly. "Just me here at the moment!" Pinkie replied cheerily. "Good..." the Griffon smiled as she advanced towards Pinkie Pie Gilda pinned Pinkie to the floor. "Now I've got you, you Pink fuck!" "What?! No! Don't kill me! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do anything to you!" Pinkie cried in defence. "Oh yes you did. You took Dashie away from me! SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND! And now, you're gonna pay." Gilda smiled at Pinkie and opened her mouth, belching loudly into Pinkie's face. Pinkie Pie gagged at the strong, oniony odour of digested food. "You like that, you little cunt!?" Gilda screamed at the terrified pony, sucking in her gut and burping again. This time she sniffed her own fetid wind. "Ahhh... Those onions went down nicely. I wonder how they'll smell from the over end." Gilda giggled, quickly turning round and planting her ass down on Pinkie's face. "I got a good one brewing," Gilda said proudly as her stomach growled, "Get ready!" With that she grunted and let loose a loud and bassy fart, which smelt strongly of onions and chicken, and infiltrated Pinkie's senses. "Oh my god," Pinkie coughed, "That smells awful! What did you eat!?" "A chicken salad. Chicken doesn't agree with me and it gives me super bad gas! Hold on, here comes another!" Gilda leant to the left and let rip a loud and slightly wet gasbomb, so thick and strong in stench that it made Pinkie's eyes water. "OK! OK! I'm sorry!!" Pinkie sobbed. "I can't take any more of this, they smell so bad!" At this Gilda simply moved up a bit and squatted over Pinkie's face, spreading her cheeks so that her puckered tailhole was directly at Pinkie's mouth. "You wanna apologise? Kiss my asshole. I didn't wipe earlier, so if you're lucky there's still some crap on it." Pinkie, now crying, puckered her lips and planted a slight kiss onto the large griffon's asshole. "You call that a kiss? French kiss it you dirty Pink shit." Gilda was secretly working up a package of gas in her bowels, ready to pump into Pinkie's lips. "I want you to kiss it for 10 seconds, really get in there, use your tongue." Pinkie Pie kissed Gilda's plothole, the rank taste of her filthy anus already too much, but then Gilda let her bowels loose, and cut the loud, sticky, and progressively wet fart right into Pinkie's mouth. At this Pinkie Pie pulled away. "THAT WASN'T 10 SECONDS! C'mon, suck it up." Pinkie reluctantly agreed, sucking at the Griffon's leaking asshole. The fart became more wet, and it slowed to a silent halt. "I gotta take a dump, all these juicy farts are moving something. Open up." Pinkie was shocked at the last remark. "Wh-What?" she asked, confused. "I said open up, you dirty bitch. Eat my stinky hot fudge." Pinkie cried and Gilda bashed her butt into Pinkie's face. "OK! OK!" Pinkie opened her mouth, and Gilda strained, grunting as she pushed the log of shit through her bowels. Her wet pucker let out a silent fart, and then squeezed out the light greeny- brown log of scat. It coiled into Pinkie's mouth. The taste was so extreme. It was unbearable and resembled rotten eggs and cheese, all in one. Pinkie Pie chewed on the rancid greeny-brown slop, crying whilst doing so. Gilda discharged a saturate, rough fart, smelling strongly of her odorous, olid feces. This was followed by a reserved belch from Gilda, who then flipped around to position her vagina directly before Pinkie Pie's quivering face. A strong fishy smell immediately flushed over the stinking pony's face; clearly Gilda wasn't one for personal hygiene. "Eat me out, you filthy slut." Gilda said in an almost playful way. Pinkie reluctantly and silently accepted, slowly lapping at the outer lips of Gilda's pussy. Gilda grinned maliciously, and relieved her bladder, allowing warm, and dark golden urine to seep onto Pinkie's working tongue. Though she managed this in a way that Pinkie would not realise the sudden addition to fluid. Pinkie noticed a very slight sour taste was present on her tongue, but continued to lick obediently. Gilda then let it all loose, releasing a steady stream of piss into the pony's mouth and forcefully down her throat. Pinkie immediately jumped back and gagged as the stream of urine ran down her chest. Gilda held Pinkie's head, and forced it forward so that her stream of warm, salty fluid shot directly down Pinkie's throat. The dosage of urine eventually slowed to a halt, and Pinkie was allowed to pull her head away, panting and coughing madly. Gilda giggled, and released a crisp, wet rip from behind. She got stink of her gasses, and laughed harder. "Jesus, that fucking stinks. How the fuck are you still conscious?!" She asked jokingly, fanning the smell forwards with her wings. This gave Gilda an idea, and she forced Pinkie Pie to the floor again, turning back the other way. "P-please... Let me go... Please.... I won't tell anyone..." Pinkie pleaded, as she gagged at the large amount of urine now travelling down her gullet. She turned to the left, and coughed, spewing vomit across the floor. She began crying again, and coughed some of her stomach's contents onto the floor beside her. She turned back so that she was looking up, to be greeted by Gilda's pulsating tailhole. "I got a present for ya, Pinkie Pie" She chuckled, pulling apart her feathered ass-cheeks and issuing onto the half conscious pony a ripe dosage of unbearably putrid flatulence, which spluttered loudly, and smelt strongly of greasy onions and decomposing meats. The fart lasted for roughly fourteen whole seconds, and left Pinkie barely awake. "If you're still with us, this one's gonna sort that out." she giggled, pinching Pinkie's nostrils by tensing and relaxing her shiny brown plothole. She grimaced and grunted loudly until a stinking, foul, onslaught of soaking bubbly farts forced there way directly down Pinkie's nasal passage in an olfactory obliteration of wet, fetid proportions. Everything blurred and Pinkie fell into a state of deep unconsciousness, her Pink mane still absorbing Gilda's unbearable gas. Gilda wiped her dirty ass against Pinke's face, smearing it with green Griffin shit, before standing up, and looking down on Pinkie Pie's lifeless body. She laughed at the pathetic, shit covered body, before spitting on it, and turing to leave SugarCube Corner.