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                                            A Reluctant Pride by Keeper


                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/40044879/#40100154


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                                            >Your name is Anonymous.

                                            >Anon for short.

                                            >You awake infront of a glowing red portal that closes as soon as you open your eyes, the ground beneath your feet scorched and still smoldering.

                                            >The last thing you remember is leaving your home to go to your dead end office job that hates you just as much as you hate it.

                                            "What the fuck." You grumble.

                                            >You reach to the back of your head to find a bit of blood.Must have smashed it when you wound up here.

                                            >As you stand your vision is still blurry, you manage to look around and see what looks like thatched roof huts in disrepair on branches, the ground a dark looking slate rock.

                                            "Where the hell am I?"

                                            >Just as you ask you are answered with what sounds like the screech of an owl.

                                            >You look back to just in time to see a large brown and white bird-thing take a swipe at your face.

                                            >You have just enough time to turn and stumble forward and fall to your knees.

                                            >The swipe misses and you come face to face with a creature you have only read about in greek myth a griffon.


                                            >You are anon, you are only inches from the face of a mythical bird-cat thing, and you let loose a scream less manly than you would have liked.

                                            "Was that howl supposed to scare me?" Asks the creature.

                                            >Holy shit they talk.Maybe they can be reasoned with.

                                            "Now now good b-bird... you dont want to kill me now do you?" You question.

                                            >The griffon with purple markings around her eyes takes another swipe at you this time catching flesh, you feel her claws bury themselves in your left arm the burning pain radiating out like a hot brand.

                                            "Kill probably not, but mame is a another story."

                                            >The wicked smile on her beak as she digs her claws in deeper tells you she probably won't be reasoned with at this time.

                                            >She completes her swing and her claws rip free spinning you to face away from her.

                                            >If there was ever a time to put your track skills from highschool to the test it was now.

                                            >She pounces on you and proceeds to rake her claws against the sensitive flesh of your back cutting through your suit into the tender muscles below.

                                            >It really is too bad you were cut from the team.

                                            >As blood pools on your back and your vision fades you hear anothe creature approach the sounds of wings flapping and a touchdown.

                                            "What do we do with it Boss?" The newcomer asks.

                                            "Throw it in the cell if it lives well try to sell it." The purple-eyed griffon replies.

                                            "We already have the Theif in the cell Boss Gilda." The newcomer states.

                                            "Then maybe the Theif will have a good last meal." She snarls before throwing him somthing shiny and the sound of wings flapping is heard.

                                            >Your vision begins to tunnel and you pass out just as you feel the strong claws of the beast begin to drag you away.


                                            >Your head is pounding, you slowly open your eyes you and you are greeted with the stone walls and metal bars of a cell.

                                            >You lay on a bed of straw and as you sit up you feels a familiar buring sensation in your back and arm.

                                            "No don't get up you still aren't well." You here from the corner of your cell.

                                            >You look to the corner and to your surprise you see another griffon albeit this one is grey with a white chin and neck.

                                            >Shit don't have to tell me twice. You lay back still wincing a bit.

                                            >You look at her and the lack of blood lust in her eyes is comforting somewhat.

                                            "Tell me do you know where I am?" You ask the grey griffon.

                                            "You are in the cell of Griffonstone, home to Griffons and only Griffons."

                                            "Cell like just the one? Must not have too many offenders I guess." You muse.

                                            "Oh no we have plenty it's just that the other cells collapsed, no one kept them up.

                                            She says.

                                            "Seems that could be said for the whole place really." You say seeming almost wistful.

                                            "Yea Griffons have two rules: Rule number 1. If you have the bits you are the boss.

                                            Rule number 2. The boss makes the rules." She states matter of factly.

                                            >I'm sure the boss likes that just fine.

                                            >Also what in the world is bits?

                                            >Your stomach begins to gurgle.

                                            "Jesus I'm hungry, have have the gaurds brought any food in here yet?" You ask rubbing your now noisy guts.

                                            "Well it would make sense that your hungry you have been out for 2 days, and well no they really dont feed us in here for free." She rubs her own empty stomach in response to your question.

                                            >Welp that explains that, you need to get out of here before you starve or start thinking chicken wings sound really good.

                                            "I have got to get out of here is there anyway to question the boss so I can leave maybe explain myself?" You ask pleadingly.

                                            "Unless you have the bits to bribe the gaurd or can beat the boss in combat and dominate her you are stuck as diamond dog in a dragons horde.

                                            >Excuse me, what was that?

                                            "Are you saying I can go free If I can beat up the head Griffon?" You ask with disbelief.

                                            >It cannot be that simple.

                                            "Not just beat her down you have to have take her lustfully infront of the whole clan." She replies cheerfully.

                                            >oh good it wasn't that simple.


                                            "The fuck do you mean lustfully take her?" You ask mouth hanging wide.

                                            "Well the only way you are getting out of here is if you own Boss Gilda, and the only way to do that is if you challenge her for her right to be free. It's as in ancient Griffon code if you challenge someones freedom you must assert your will on them by forced mating, of course if she kills you beforehand it's really a moot point." She is smiling now as she states this.

                                            >No way in hell would that work out.

                                            "It will all work out, ill give you some pointers. My names Gabby by the way and you are? She asks.

                                            "Names anonymous but call me anon." You say with a newfound hope dwelling within you.

                                            >Maybe Gabby is right maybe it will all work out.

                                            "No time like the present lets get started on your first lesson: Fighting and Mating."

                                            >She turns her back to you and lifts her tail just long enough for you to catch a glimpse of her glistening slit before she kicks you right in the face.


                                            >Seeing stars is just a metaphor right?

                                            >At this point you aren't so sure anymore.

                                            " Come on now anon if you want to beat the boss you will have to be quicker than that." She taunts.

                                            >Oh its on, although the grey Griffon is quite fast the smaller room doesnt leave her much room to manuever.

                                            >You manage to see steady yourself long enough to catch the second rear paw as it flies at your head.

                                            "You won't get me with that again" You huff still reeling a bit from the first blow.

                                            >She begins to flap her wings as a distraction.

                                            >In order to stop the battering of her wings against you you manage to release the paw you had grip of and grab with full force at the base of her wings where the bone meets back, you dig your fingers deep into the tissue and she lets loose a terrible screech as her body falls limp.

                                            "What are you doing?! I cant control my limbs?!" She sputters barely able to speak from the pressure being placed on her nerves.

                                            >Now that move could come in handy.

                                            "Okay so you said there was a second part after I subdue the Boss what do I do to claim ownership?" You ask still strongly holding her wing bones in a vice.

                                            "You have to carnally take them to claim ownership." She sputters clearly still feeling the effects of your hold.

                                            >You release one wing in the hopes the remaining grip will be enough to keep her subdued while you get your pants down, and it is.

                                            >In all of the excitment and phisical activity you are rock hard.

                                            >You reach back to grab ahold of her released wing again, in this position you can feel the wettness from her sopping hole begin to coat your member.

                                            "No stop! This was just training for Gilda, if you take me now i'll be yours, this isn't how I had wanted this to go. Just let go and we can keep training for the face off with the Boss." She pleads for your understanding.

                                            >On the one hand she has a point,this is just all for you to get your freedom right? Should you really take the only creature thats been helpful to you and make them your property?

                                            >On the other hand if your going to make it here you are going to need all the help you can get a little forced help never hurt anyone...you think.


                                            "Okay i've made up my mind." You state to the helpless griffon.

                                            "Okay that's great now just let me go and we can plan on how you will get to the boss" She sighs in releif.

                                            >At this time you take your hardened boy and plunge it as deep into the restrained avian as you can. The wettness providing a helping hand in getting you to her very core.

                                            >She lets out a skraaa as she in vain tries to struggle against the new penitration.

                                            >You feel her warmth cover you and her pussy begins to coil and restrict your engorged member.

                                            >You begin to put your full weight into her as she buckles and her face meets the cell floor.

                                            >She is a gibbering mess now, unable to resist you release her wings and grab her neck feathers forcing her into a craned position while you mercilessly ravage her innermost being.

                                            >The previous flapping does not resume, you can hear her labored breathing as you continue to pump in and out of her.

                                            >In one final descent into her you pull her neck as hard as you can grinding her messy hole into you, this causes a gasping for air from your current opponent as her inner walls tighten and milk every last drop you had stored up over the last few days directly into her waiting pussy.

                                            >With a release like that you drop her to the ground and she collapes into a pile on the floor, gasping for air and leaking your seed onto the cobbles below.

                                            >Deep inside of gabby's avian brain somthing is happening, With her being anothers latest conquest she feels an imprinting of sorts.

                                            >Anon is now seen by her as higher in the pecking order, he is stronger than her and must be obeyed at all cost such is the griffon code written on her very DNA.

                                            >You lay back on the straw cot your training partner still huffing and what else? Is... is she cooing on the ground?

                                            "Gabby? You alright down there? Look at me so I know your okay." You ask somewhat concerned with the benefit of post-nut-clarity

                                            >slowly she rises a punchdrunk to look at you half lidded, she places her head in your lap and gazes up at you.

                                            "Yes master, i'm fine. Did I do somthing to dispease you? If i did please punish this bad girl." She states seductivly.

                                            >I guess this is what she meant owning the opponent after the rites were complete.


                                            >Be anon in a cell at night with your now biologically enslaved bird-cat some sort of crystal illuminating your current venue.

                                            >Said avian-feline is now nuzzling your legs as if they were the combo animal version of catnip.


                                            "Well this is all well and nice gabby but now lets turn our attentions to getting out of here." You say with a less than amused tone.

                                            >She snaps go attention as you stand up from the straw makeshift bed, surprising yourself you feel pretty good for the first time since you had affived here.

                                            >You grimace as you remove your tattered coat and shirt but instead of a horribly infected wound on your arm you find a healed scar with three jagged lines accross your bicep.

                                            "Gabby are you sure I was only out for 2 days?" You ask her incredulously.

                                            "Yes Master it has been only 2 days since Grimmbeak dragged you in her to me.

                                            >You turn around and show gabby your back.

                                            "Tell me what do you see Gabby? Do they look infected at all?" You ask a fair bit of concern in your voice.

                                            >After a fair bit of of silence you get a response that puzzles you even more.

                                            "Well master, all I see are 6 lines across your back."

                                            >You reach back and the gashes that once covered your reverse are just like you laid down too long on a wrinkled jacket.

                                            "How could this be Gabby? I was almost killed before I was thrown in here and now it feels like nothing at all."

                                            "Well master is that not normal for whatever type of magical creature you are?" She seems almost bewildered by the very question.


                                            >Magical creature pffft not hardly.

                                            >Humans have no magic unless you count Mr.Clean's Erasers.

                                            "No Gabby it isnt natural for humans just heal like that, i'm not even sure how im standing here." You say still a bit jarred from the whole situation.

                                            >Putting your whole newfound healing aside you begin to question Gabby on what ownership to a griffon really is.

                                            "Well master, when a griffon is owned they are compelled follow the orders of their alpha.

                                            >Gabby goes on to explain that when an alpha takes a griffon and subdues them into an omega status that alpha obtains all of their worth.

                                            >Unfortunately for you the griffon you now possess has not a single bit to her name... great.

                                            >She also states in griffon society being destitute is the second most looked down upon station you can have.

                                            "Okay I get it and let me guess being owned is the lowest right? You ask seeming to put the peices together.

                                            "You are right master its the worst position a griffon can be in." She says this with a conflicted look on her face.

                                            "Its not like they would know I own you if I dont tell them so just do what I say and you won't have anything to worry about." You say almost trying to seem comforting but this whole owning talking beings thing is somewhat making you restless.

                                            "Master thats not exa.." she begins

                                            "Well Gabby why are you even locked up in here?" You ask quickly trying to change the subject to somthing not so touchy.

                                            >She looks down and makes a face like you kicked her dog.

                                            >Okay maybe that's just as touchy.


                                            "Master it's tough when your poor and hungry, if you don't have bits a griffon would just as soon spit on you as talk to you. They call you dirtling and when your down they love nothing more than to kick you. She says this gritting her beak.

                                            "That sounds like a tough break but what did you do? You try to rob a bank or somthing?" You ask this picturing Gabby with a pistol and bandanna but then quickly dismiss it from your mind.

                                            "No master, it was much much worse." she begins to explain.

                                            >She tells you she broke into the bosses storehouse where she keeps all of her Griffonscones and ate until she passed out.

                                            >Appatently thats how Gilda became the boss around here, she runs the only edible non-meat based food establishment causeing her to amass wealth at an alarming rate.

                                            >Once she was in charge throwing bits around and calling shots there was no one to stop her, as long as the strong griffons had bits flowing into their hordes as enforcers no one dared say anything to cross her.

                                            "Master I was so hungry, no matter how much I begged and pleaded no one lifted a claw. I went to petition the boss directly, but she said dirtlings with nt a bit to their names had no place in her presence and she had her goons thrash me and throw me to the street.On the brink of collapse I stole away to the Storehouse during the night and next thing I knew I awoke with a full belly and I was locked in this cell." She buries her head in her claws and her tail curls around her eyes as if to sheild her from seeing her own memories.

                                            >Okay fuck this bitch.

                                            >Before you were going to fight for your freedom but what you just heard has your blood boiling, no one treats your propety like that.

                                            >You place your hand on Gabbys head.

                                            "What time does the gaurd usually come?"

                                            You ask in an almost forcibly subdued tone.

                                            She looks up tears still in her eyes"He will be here in a few hours to see if were still alive, why master?" She asks.

                                            "Gabby I have an idea, were getting out of here." You say as you lean back on your bed of straw.


                                            >"Straw beds really are not comfortable at all" This is the thought your stuck on as the hours pass.

                                            >You have instructed your slave to keep a look out and let you know when the gaurd was approaching.

                                            >This was a precaution that doesnt seem to be needed at all as you are awoken from your semi-drowsey state by the sound of large clomping claws and the following thud of heavy paws hitting the rock beneath.

                                            >The creature that approaches barely resembles the griffon you have been cooped up with but you know they must be the same creature due to the beak , wings and lions tail swishing from behind the absolute unit.

                                            >The beast is roughly three times the size of Gabby and as you sit up in your pile of straw you see the head of a crow, the whole body completely black except for the tip of its tail which is yellow.

                                            "You dead yet in there?" You hear the griffon call.

                                            "No, I got better." Somwhat a slight catch in your throat as you respond.

                                            >The griffon approaches the bars to look inside, just as he looks in he stops and his feathered brow furrows.

                                            ~Sniff,Sniff~

                                            >His black eyes fixing on Gabby.

                                            "I can smell it, Theif you've been claimed in the old ways havent you? Don't deny it, any true griffon can always smell the weakness of an omega!" He questions.

                                            >The bird cat puffs out his chest at "true griffon" as a show of pride.

                                            "Don't you know we dont need that stupid old ritual anymore ever since we got these?"

                                            >From a pouch at his side he pulls a clawful of golden discs which he oogles and scrapes accross the bars in a taunt before stuffing them back to their origin.

                                            >Gabby is silent throughout the exchange but you do catch a breif glimpse of her salivating at the sight of the discs.

                                            "Hmmmph the fights and claiming rituals havent been completed in many years, tell me what griffon snuck in here just to take a dirtling honorless theif?" He demands.

                                            >Finally, time to put your highschool drama classes to the test.


                                            >You are anon, you are trying your best to look threatening and tough while wearing a tattered suit locked behind bars.

                                            "No griffon snuck in here it was I that preformed the rights!" You project loudly trying to put on your best Shakespearian mannerisms.

                                            "No way, you were more than half dead when I threw you in here on the bosses orders." He guffaws loudly at the idea.

                                            >You rack your mind, Gabby said somthing about magic creatures being around perhaps if you claim to be one that would grant some standing.

                                            >What creature has lots of wealth? Dragons you think to yourself.

                                            >No way they would ever beleive you are a giant lizard bumming around this town.

                                            > Your mind only points to one other creature of myth with more gold than sense.

                                            "Well you don't seem to know anything about me at all do you? You dont know about my massive wealth and hoard of coins, my hardiness, or any of my other abilities. You don't know about Leprechauns at all. You turn to him with a rye smile.

                                            > The large griffon rushes the bars mouth agape.

                                            "Did you say massive wealth and horde of coins? Tell me where you have that gold!" His eyes a bit frenzied as his gold-fever grows.

                                            "Oh I can do that sure, but arent you forgetting somthing?" You ask him still walking him through your garden.

                                            "What?" he asks gruffly.

                                            "Well the boss of course you need to tell her that I need to speak to her and I have a proposition for her. You do that and im sure she would give you a piece of my fortune that would even rival what she has now." You say as you dangle the bait infront of his eyes.

                                            "Why wouldnt I just rip you out of this cell and shake it out of you? He sputters.

                                            "You could do that but you would never see one golden scrap. This is because I am magically bound to only give the knowledge to the the one in charge of any given land."You say knowing just how full of shit you are.

                                            >You watch on in silence as the black griffon starts to fidget in place wheels turning,clearly just one final push now.

                                            "But hey maybe you don't want to be rich and powerful, guarding this cell is pretty nice right? You say coming right up to the bars.

                                            >A few more moments pass and hear the sweet sound you were waiting for the jingle of keys and a clunk as the cell door swings open. Bingo.


                                            >You can see the very gates to freedom open infront of you.

                                            >You stoop down to gather your tattered coat and spy some old single links of detatched chain on the ground, and quickly shove them in your pockets.

                                            >You step though the threshold of the cell into the foggy light of a Griffonstone morning.

                                            >The gaurd is about to close the cell behind you when you speak up.

                                            "No no, she comes too I wont leave my property behind." You say in an almost commanding way.

                                            >The griffon rolls his eye and holds the barred door open. Gabby comes bounding out pleased to be "free".

                                            "Now if you are going to use the old rites you are going to do it the old way too." The gaurd barks.

                                            >He picks up a length of rope from ground next to the cell and holds it out to you.

                                            "Tie that around her neck." The gaurd scowls as he instructs you.

                                            >You begin to fasten a not too tight fitting knot around Gabbys neck and hold the other end in your hand.

                                            "Now Gabby your a theif and its time you started acting like one, snag something while were on our way, to Gilda. Somthing useful like a club or sharp object." You whisper to the slave pretending to flub the knot a couple of times.

                                            "I'll do my best master" she coyly states eyes darting to the side.

                                            >You cinch the knot tight and forcfully pull her to your face.

                                            "Don't do your best, get it done. Whats this guys deal anyway?" Still whispering to her.

                                            "Thats the gaurd who brought you in, Grimmbeak. He's not too well liked but he is paid enough to keep him loyal I would think master." She whispers back trying not to call attention to herself.

                                            "You done yet, or do you just not know how to tie a damn knot" He shouts.

                                            >You release her neck, she is now on a lead as you turn to face Grimmbeak.

                                            "All done shall we get going to the boss?"

                                            You say this putting on an almost chipper inflection.

                                            >You stride next to Grimmbeak to keep pace a not to easy feat because of his long gait as you forcefully pull gabby to keep pace but leaving her enough slack to try to swipe somthing on the way.

                                            "Well Grimmbeak tell me you do anything but gaurd the cell and make deals with your charges?" You ask trying to draw his attention squarly on you.

                                            >He makes another sour face.

                                            "Listen here beast, I don't know you and I don't care to know you. You will be lucky if after we have your gold we don't tear you to pieces and throw you into the Abysmal Abyss." He says this quickening his pace.


                                            >As you walk you see that it was not just a bad part of Griffonstone you landed in originally. It seems to all be the bad part of Griffonstone.

                                            >The houses are in ruins and trash about the street. If it wern't for all the griffons you would swear you were in a run down Medieval Disney Detroit.

                                            "Come now Grimmbeak at least tell me what your going to do with all that gold when you get it." You say at almost a jog trying to keep up.

                                            >His feathers ruffle at this question, at least it seems to have gotten under his down a bit.

                                            "Now that is a good question. If I was one of the richest griffons in town I would stop minding the cells and do whatever I like. Perhaps visit my uncle in The Griffon Isles.

                                            >He procedes to go on at length about fine foods and vacations, all the while you glance at Gabby, you dont see her holding anything.

                                            >I hope that birdbrain hasn't forgotten her orders or we both may be cooked.

                                            "But enough about all that." Grimmbeak says. "Where here the Boss's Bakery.

                                            >More of a factory than a bakery its huge and seems to be the only decent building in town. Smoke billows from the many stacks above the slate colored bricks.

                                            >Grimbeak says somthing to the two griffon gaurds manning the entrance and they uncross their arms, one of them rushing inside and the other motions you to enter.

                                            "I'll tell you somthing for free Leprechuan, If I see you or your stinking pet leave here without the boss i'll gut you and rip you limb from limb so their wont be enough to feed a parasprite. Got it?" He snarls.

                                            "Yup clear as crystal. You say quickly yanking Gabbys leash taught and almost choking her as you rush inside the factory the doors closing behind you.

                                            >Your eyes are wide and tone a bit frantic.

                                            "Tell me you got a knife or some kind of weapon for me to use Gabby." You request of your slave.

                                            "No master nothing like that but I." she starts.

                                            "You what?! You had one job!? What the fuck?!" You almost scream as you pull her leash taught and are almost choking her as you pull her close to you.

                                            >She gasps for air and lifts one of her wings to reveal a leather pouch as it falls to the ground with a jingle.

                                            >You release your stangle hold on the leash allowing Gabby air as pick up the pouch and look at its contents.

                                            >Filled with golden coins.

                                            "Where did you get this from?" You ask with a smile.

                                            "Grimmbeak" she chokes out. I hope your plan works or were gonners master, he'll know it's gone soon.

                                            "With this it just might." You say as you pet Gabbys head "Well you just might be a better theif than you had given yourself credit for. You say with a wink.

                                            >She blushes at the acknowledgement.


                                            >You are anon, You are in a giant bakery filled with the smell of scones.

                                            "Come on Gabby lets look around before we meet Gilda I still need somthing.

                                            >You go from door to door looking for a patsy someone you can have leave and come, back with the goods you require now that you have money to your name.

                                            >Door 1 large bags of flour, Door 2 baking pans for the scones, and so on and so forth until you come to a room filled with furnaces baking the treats.

                                            >The smell hits you and your hunger returns in a big way.

                                            >You spot a tray of scones cooling on a large brick table and you grab one for yourself it burns all the way down but it's filling.

                                            >You take another and give it to Gabby, she takes it looking up at you with a slight smile.

                                            "Good job on the steal out there. You did good."

                                            "Thank you master!" She says as she stuffs her beak with scone.

                                            "Hey you can't eat those! Stop that!" A caked with flour, skinny, and white from head to toe griffon demands as he notices you while looking up from his furnace.

                                            "No you see where the bosses taste inspectors, these are top notch!" You quickly lie.

                                            "Wow really? I'm glad to hear that at least. I've been getting chewed out as of late and its good that im getting better, I really need this job." He says a pleading look in his eye.

                                            >Score.

                                            "Well it is true and the boss said if I rated anyone a 10 they got the rest of the day off with pay, so you can head out for the day er whats your name?" You ask trying to put on an official tone like one of your supervisors from the office.

                                            "Pinion sir, my name is Pinion! Oh I cant wait to get home im bushed."

                                            "Good lad, but since your clocking out feel like making some extra cash boy?"

                                            >His eyes wide he cocks his head at this looking intrigued.

                                            "Sure sir, anything!" He trills chipperly a bit of pep in him.

                                            "Get me these items as quick as you can or somthing in the same vain as them as you can." You say as you pull a quill from Gabbys wing eliciting a small screech in doing so.

                                            >You grab a recipe card from a nearby table and dip the quill in a large jar of what looks like blueberries as you write your wares needed on the back while Gabby watches and you pass the note to Pinion.

                                            "Now I need them as soon as possible can you handle it?" You ask eyeing the youngling.

                                            >He checks the note carfully.

                                            "Sure sir I can get all this quick as a flash but why sir? He asks puzzled.

                                            "Don't ask why just get them, ill be meeting with the boss so bring them to me there. You say motioning for gabby to hand you the pouch of coins.

                                            >You hand the full pouch to Pinion and his eyes widen.

                                            "Keep half the change for yourself as payment." You say to the giddy griffon.

                                            "Yes sir" He is almost shouting now.

                                            "Just don't try to cheat me Pinion or you will be making fine freinds with Grimmbeak in the cell, got it?

                                            "No sir!" He basically full gallops outbof the room and is out of earshot before long.

                                            >God I hope he doesnt just steal that.


                                            >Gabby tugs at your sleeve.

                                            "What is it?" You say as you smile pretty pleased with yourself.

                                            "You just gave him alot of money. Thats like a months wages master." She says questioningly.

                                            >What the fuck, how was I supposed to know that. Why did Grimmbeak have a months salary on him anyway what a fool, jesus!

                                            "All according to plan Gabby all according to plan."

                                            >No it wasn't.

                                            >While Pinion is gone you and Gabby help yourself to a few more scones before leaving that blazing hot room in order to find the boss.

                                            >It is not long before you come to the most ornate looking architecture you have seen since coming to this world.

                                            >A large golden door made of irregular golden blocks sits infront of you inlaid with images of Gilda flying through the sky.

                                            "She must like her flights of fancy quite alot huh?" You ask looking at Gabby.

                                            >She shruggs.

                                            >You press hard as you push the heavy metal door open and it's cyclopean girth begins to budge.

                                            >Awaiting you is a female griffon barking orders to 3 much larger griffons seemingly with their heads held low in supplication.

                                            >The room is decorated in various pictures of Gilda herself in various states of glory, winning a race, herself on pile of gold coins, her high in the sky amongst the clouds.

                                            >You approach the griffoness,slave in tow behind you almost using you as a sheild. >That will need addressing.

                                            >Gilda sniffs the air and turns to face you.

                                            "So its you that ive heard about with a proposition about massive wealth. Why would a loser like you who can't even defend himself want to make a deal with me?" She asks in a tone dripping with venom.

                                            "You see ma'am its exactly that reason that I must make a deal with you. I fear i may be too weak to retreive my giant treasure horde and I need help getting it." You say trying to intice her with the information.

                                            "Yea i'm sure a weaking like you would have a hard time doing anything by yourself so that tracks. She replies smugly.

                                            >She looks at her 3 fellow griffons and sends them out not wanting them to hear what you are about to say when Gabby catches her eye.

                                            "So thats what I was smelling a Slave omega. A slave to this guy? She laughs heartily in Gabbys face.

                                            How fitting for two losers to be bound like that a theif and a weakling.Well whatever lets get down to business, tell me where this gold is ?" She demands.

                                            >Nows my chance.

                                            "Well there is only one issue with that. I am magically bound to only reveal the location to one who bests me in open combat infront of a wittness." You say lying through your teeth.

                                            "Idiot I already beat you so spill." She says looking more impatient by the second.

                                            "Yes but no one saw, luckily Gabby will be here to watch this time. You retort hoping shes just greedy enough to let her gaurd down.

                                            "I have a better idea worm." She states"

                                            >Gilda calls the gaurds from outside back in.

                                            "Take these two to the old arena were going to have a match albeit a short one hahaha." She shouts at them while laughing heartily.


                                            >You are grabbed before you know what has know it and are dragged out of the room.

                                            >As you come to the front of the bakery you spy Pionion and on your way past he slips you the bag of goods as you requested.

                                            >The ruined arena you are dragged to may be the most rundown building that hasn't just collapsed perhaps from disuse or overuse you cannot be sure.

                                            >Waiting for the duel in your given room you look into your bag of goods.

                                            >You slide the two semi circle strips of metal into your shoes at the toe tips.

                                            "What's that your making master." Gabby asks.

                                            "With any luck if im not maimed beyond hope immidiatly your will see."

                                            You say focusing on your task at hand.

                                            >From the links from the cell and ropes you purchased you put the links through the bag at opposite sides of the opening and cutting the ropes in half you tie them to the links making a cinching bag with long chords.

                                            >You tie the sack loosely on your back and as soon as that happens a griffon comes to the door to your room requesting you to the arena.

                                            >Despite the quickness of scheduling this duel the crowd of giffons is enormous you guess the whole town may have shown up to watch.

                                            >You stand opposite "the Boss" Gilda and she strikes a pose for the crowd and they go wild.

                                            >A horn blows and Gilda readies a pounce.

                                            >What the fuck! It's started already?!

                                            >You manage to just barely dodge the first strike and Gilda takes to the air.

                                            >She circles overhead and dive bombs you. Direct hit!

                                            >Her claws dig in and you can feel the shooting pain well up from your struck thigh and blood pours as she continues the pass flying high back into the air.

                                            >Fuck that hurts, I cant take much more of that you think as you watch her carfully and dodge the next strike.

                                            >Gotta end her flying, you think as you take the cinching bag off of your back.

                                            >She divebombs again but this time you catch her head in the bag and cinch it closed holding the rope leads keeping her grounded.

                                            >Finally a chance presents itself and you take the remaining slack and wrap her wings tight to her side all while keeping her blinded.

                                            >Thank whatever god may be for that cattle roping course you took on a whim your freshman year.

                                            > The crowd is in an uproar at this turn of events.

                                            >You have her tied up time to weaken her you grab ahold of her wings like Gabbys trying to pinch the nerves hard but she's still full of piss and vinegar even tied up and with you new griffon nerve pinch.

                                            >I guess when you have more to lose you fight harder.

                                            >You back up a bit and kick her with your make-shift steeltoe shoes as hard as you can in her ribs, feeling her bones cracking at the strike but just as much force reverberating through your leg.

                                            >Shit that hurts the fuck out of your foot.

                                            >Gilda roars in pain holding her side, you feel her stop fighting just long enough for you to grab at her wing bases again.

                                            >This time shes a puddle in your hands. Just like that you rip your pants off in a flash. If these griffons want a show youll sure give em one.


                                            >You keep a taught grip on the ropes holding the bag on her head and her wings to her side as you grab one of her hind legs and lift it up but she covers herself with her tail.

                                            "What what are you doing back there? Fight fair and get this thing off me,loser." She half weezes still feeling that shot to her ribs.

                                            >Instead you grab her tail hard and yank it skyward you already see her sopping hole ready to be used.

                                            >Guess she gets off on fighting maybe its a griffon thing Gabby was the same way afterall.

                                            >No time for any sweetness in this one you forcfully begin probing her soaked region with your fingers.

                                            Its sopping and already begining to leak down your arm.

                                            "Sto-Stop it"she cries in vain as you begin to work her clit like your life depended on it.

                                            >It very well may.

                                            >The crowd is in disbeleif as it watches this never before seen creature begin to use their boss as it's personal fucktoy.

                                            >It isn't long before Gilda begins moaning and leaning into your fingers advances.

                                            >You feel her begin to tighten and coil around your fingers as you wring an orgasm from her.

                                            >Not over yet you keep rubbing and sliding until its more of a sloshing sound as she is made to squirt with pleasure all over the arena's dirt floor.

                                            >Still not enough, time to show these griffons who she really is, a needy slut who doesn't deserve basic decency.

                                            >You rip off Gilda's hood keeping her wings bound you use all your might to pick her up and drop her directly on her face into her "love-mud"(patent pending)that shes made. You position yourself so that you place your foot on the back of her head further pressing her into the mud.

                                            >Her face covered in filth you reveal your hardened member and push it to her deepest regions.

                                            >Her mind now convulsing to mush as you wrack her body with orgasm after orgasm she can only screech like an owl caught in a trap as you punish her pussy for all of the abuse you have suffered until now.

                                            "You want me to stop? You huff still punishing her sensative hole.

                                            "Yes stop stop!" She manages to say weakly.

                                            "Then beg me! Beg me to stop fucking you like the ruined slave you are!"

                                            >Her mind wheels at the hormones and biological demands pouring in and she can control herself no longer.

                                            "Please master no more. I cant take it." She screams while shes face down unable to resist further.

                                            >You work up the need for release until you are ready to burst, you let go as you flood her womb with cum marking her as your own. You drop her to the ground and put the bag back over her head keeping her wings tied tight to her side.

                                            >After a stunned silence the crowd of griffons having watched the display completed rush the arena some on the field others circling closely overhead.