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Salute the Flag! By: The Great Derpsby
Streaker(s) Anthro Gilda

“I’m not sure this is a good idea, boss. I mean, what if somepony hears about it? Or, like, worse, what if they know it was us after we did it?” The preppy, mini-skirted pony shared worried glances with her fellow minion and fashion reject. Both also fearfully looked up at their leader, who was seething with barely-restrained anger. “We could get in so much trouble! I don’t want to get in trouble! They’ll kick me from the team!”

Gilda was not having a good time.

Why, oh why did she have to depend on the stupidest, most cowardly ponies of all of Cloudsdale High for this? Oh, right, cause I got dirt on these two more than anyone else. Spring Step and Lilac Sky, the Ditz Twins. Cheerleaders, what a fucking waste. If she didn’t need help for this prank… She slowly clawed another tear into her shirt, joining the many rips and tears turning the shoulders into tatters. It gave her a surge of savage joy to see the mares flinch at the sight.

“Look, Springs, Sky. You won’t get in trouble. I’ll think of something. Trust me. When did I ever lead you wrong?” Gilda jabbed a thumb at herself.

“Well, there was that one time you—”

“Shut up,” Gilda snarled. It took a few deep breaths to calm herself down somewhat. Seeing her underlings cower helped. She relaxed her pose to her regular ‘not-giving-a-fuck’ stance, leaning back against the gym’s back wall. The cool always felt nice against her wings. “Besides, I talked to her about this.”

That sent the twins’ muzzles into open-mouthed shock. It wasn’t all that different from their usual goldfish routine. “You did?”

“Yup. I did. She’s totally on board.” Gilda inspected her nails. “Told me so herself, she really wants it.”

Another series of disbelieving stares. “Vapor Trail said she wants to be hung up over the stadium?”

“Yup. Said she couldn’t wait for it.”

“Vapor Trail, who can’t spit out how much she wants in that jerk Sky Stinger’s pants? The same Vapor Trail who couldn’t stop saying how sorry she was when she took you down, like, ten times in a row the last game? That Vapor Trail?” The twins shrunk into themselves when they saw Gilda bristling again. Her legs flexed and one of her back paws scratched a deep groove in the cloud-gravel.

“Yes.” She had trouble getting her teeth apart to press out the words. “That. Vapor. Trail. Who did you think I meant, Princess Celestia?” Gilda snorted and went back to sullenly lounging against her favorite wall.

“She’s into some kinky shit, turns out. I’m not judging. But since you brought him up, yeah, Stinger’s one of the reasons she wants this. She’s too much of an idiot prude to ask him out like a regular pony would. So, once half of Cloudsdale got to see everything of her, and I mean everything, including Prick Stinger, she won’t have to worry about making the first step. Or some crap like that. Anyway, that’s why she wants us to flash her pretty horsepussy for everypony to see and make her cum while it happens. That’s why you bought the egg, to shove it up her snatch before she takes a hike.”

Lilac and Spring both blushed at that. “Yeah…”

Gilda shrugged, adopting a hawkish grin. “Honestly, I kinda get it. Stinger would need to be an even more hopeless idiot if he didn’t jump that pegasus ass after he saw the goods, am I right? Especially after she rides that vibe egg while she’s up there. He’ll get her down, be her big hero, hug and comfort her and all that mush. You got it yet?”

There was still uncertainty there, Gilda could clearly see it in the lip-biting, shuffling about and the muted glances between them. But she was winning them over. She knew she was winning them over. She always did. The cheerleaders needed a good leader for anything outside cheering, and Gilda made sure she and nobody else made got to order them around.

“Um, okay then. If you say so. I guess it’s okay. Right, Lilac?”

The other twin was still staring off into space, perhaps imagining what the principal would do to them if anything went wrong. Spring Step jabbed her elbow into her side. “Ouch! Hey! What was that for?!” Lilac Sky glared at her sister. Only after she saw the grimace on her face and the jerking of her head in Gilda’s direction did she remember. She turned around, with a smile bright like the sun that was just a tad shaky at the edges.

“Er, oh, uh, that’s, I-I mean, yeah, boss! You’re totally right! Whatever you said is so uber rightalitsky, it’s… um…”

And while the mare trailed off into stupidity, Gilda resisted the urge to facetalon. These two… they obviously needed more direction. And more brains, but you worked with what you got.

“Okay. Glad you’re finally awake.” Sarcasm oozed from her voice. “Is there anything else we need to discuss? I’m not going to hold your hand, you know. When the game’s in full swing and nopony is looking, you need to do your jobs. Vapor Trail will be wearing a red dress, real easy to notice in the crowd. Red dress, capiche? Look for her, grab her, and get her to the flagpole, where I set up our little system in place.”

“I never knew you were so good at arts and craft,” Lilac Sky unhelpfully threw in. Gilda just clenched her fist. Lilac ‘eeped!’ and tried to hide behind her sister. Good thing threats still work wonders even with brainless bimbo ponies, Gilda thought to herself.

“As I said, I’ll have everything set up by then. Vapor Trail will take a nice featherless flight, Cloudsdale will get a show, and I promise I won’t ask anything else of you for the rest of the semester. Hunky-dory, we’ll all go home laughing at a prank well done. That’s better than any of your teammates seeing your photos, right?”

The twins gulped. Spring Step’s voice shook when she answered. “N-no, boss. I mean, yes, boss. I mean, just… just please don’t show them to anypony? Please?”

“I won’t. You just do your job.” Gilda allowed herself a smile filled with too many teeth. “Grab the girl in the red dress, get her to the flag, keep her there. That’s all. I’ll do the rest.”

The stadium was packed.

Not exactly a surprise. Cloudsdale loved stormball. Hay, she loved stormball. Gilda roughly estimated there’d be a few thousand ponies to watch Vapor Trail’s little adventure. She could hardly contain her glee as she patted her contraption. The instrument of her revenge. The tool she would use to shatter Vapor Trail like cheap china. Once she arrived—and she would, Gilda knew, and be it just to do that blockhead crush of hers a favor—she would finally find herself on the wrong end of their meetings.

“Tackle me, will you? Make me look like a fool? On my own turf? Well, fuck you, Vaporhead.” Gilda’s words tasted like bile in her throat. “My turn now, bitch. Everything’s set. Get ready for the time of your life.”

Lilac Sky had been right about one thing, Gilda had to admit to herself. She’d used an almost alarmingly large amount of smarts, inventiveness, and craftiness to cobble the pulley system together. Not the least of which included getting all the stuff needed out of the school supplies without any teachers or students noticing. She flicked one of the straps. It made a very satisfying twang. Gilda smirked to herself.

Just a few straps and ropes, linked to the automatic flag raiser system. Ridiculously easy to lock around someone, but virtually impossible to get out of without a key. She wouldn’t even trust her own claws to cut her free, not that she would get much chance to even try. A few straps were in place to keep the arms pinned to the side, simple as that. No wriggling out of this one! No flying either, more straps just for the wings made sure of that!

And it got even better.

Once the subject, say a wimpy, stupid, pegadweeb with ugly hair and the worst taste in boys, got strapped in and the flag got raised… well, they’d be rising with. Slowly, inexorably, until they found themselves at the top of the pole, in view of every stormball-loving pony in attendance. Without a way to get themselves free without help. And all of that without clothes.

Here, Gilda’s smirk turned truly nasty, an expression equal parts savage predator and schoolyard bully with a chip on her shoulder.

Another few ropes would tear the dress right off of her when the automatic systems pulled her up. Not all at once, oh no. Just as slowly as the flag rose. She’d be naked halfway up the pole, dress and undies pulled down and away. Gilda knew for a fact Vapor Trail intended to wear a red dress with high cuts at the sides, easy to get into to attack everything.

It took almost three hours of Gilda’s precious life to get that info, she thanked her lucky star Rarity was a chatterbox who couldn’t shut up about any design of hers, or show them off, or force you into modelling them for her while she basked in her own genius or something.

It had been difficult enough to stay awake for most of it. Rarity was one of the most boring ponies she’d ever met, outside Cloudsdale or in. Who knew why Vapor Trail had to get a dress from her, of all people? Gilda only knew of Rarity because Rainbow was friends with her for some inexplicable, and probably lame, reason. She wouldn’t have bothered otherwise. Not with hours of fashion-babble threatening to turn her brain to well-dressed snobby mush. But, she’d powered through, endured more trauma any bird ever deserved, and now she had the perfect weapon to get back at the airheaded bimbo who gave her so much trouble!

For a second or two, Gilda pondered who that description fit more, Vapor Trail or Rarity herself. She might need to work something out as payback for Rarity as well…

First, though, her revenge on the pegasus. For that, she needed to find her. Which should not be a problem, because Vapor was as predictable as a die without numbers. And about as useless. She’d be close to the toilets to gather her nerves, fail, and slink out to spend time with the guy she was desperate to bone, like any lame, spineless, moronic dweeb. Speaking of lame morons, her henchmares were closing in on her position, looking the same as ever: Dumb and smiling to hide that they knew how dumb they were. Gilda greeted them with a quick nod.

“You’re finally here. Good. You can see everything’s already set up, we just need the guest of the hour.”

The twins shared a look. One of those were there was obviously some kind of silent talk they thought nobody noticed or could read. Gilda couldn’t read it, which pissed her off to no end.

“What?” she barked. They winced, but actually took their time to answer.

“We… had a thing. On the way here. Totally turned us around. Like, you wouldn’t believe!” Lilac went for a smile. Gilda didn’t buy it was genuine. Not for a second. It must’ve been obvious on her own face how much she wouldn’t believe, because Lilac’s smile turned even shakier by the second. The young mare fidgeted in place, clearing her throat before she went on. “W-well, anyway, yeah, we’re here. Ready to do the thing. The thing you asked… told us to do.”

“Wait here for you to come back with Vapor Trail,” her sister added. They nodded in unison, in the way only creepy twins could. “Or if that takes too long, one of us goes to look for her too, one stays behind to wait.”

Gilda nodded. At least they had remembered that part well. “Good. You’re not totally lost causes. And if one of you does go about looking for her? What’s it you are looking for exactly? Come on, show me you paid attention.”

They looked to the ground, refusing to meet her eyes. “The red dress,” they both mumbled. And Gilda smirked.

“Exactly! Filly in the red dress, easy to pick out of the crowd! Knew you wouldn’t leave me hanging there.” She chanced a quick look to one of the screens showing the time. More than enough, but not for very long. “Right, okay. You got your orders, I’ll be on the lookout for our friend Vapor. Stay here, if I’m not back in half an hour or so, one of you looks for her and I’ll come back too. Should all work out. We wouldn’t want to disappoint her, would we?”

A double-echo of unenthusiastic ‘no’s followed her as Gilda left. Just as well, she trusted her own Griffon-senses more than her pony minions’ anyway. Eagle eyes, sharp hearing, she was a hunter on the prowl, and her prey had no idea what she was in for.

Gilda peered over the ponies walking the area close to the bathrooms, using her superior size compared to most mares to get a good view and her badass appearance to get them to back off before any of them got too close. Just because her shirt squeezed her boobs nicely didn’t mean any guys, or gals for that matter, would ever get a chance to do more than look and drool. Nobody bumped into her here. Nobody dared.

Oh yeah, she thought, I knew picking the collar with spikes was the right idea! Nobody messes with a bird looking like this! Gilda smiled to herself, eager to get her scheme going. By now, Lilac and Step might have decided one of them would also look for Vapor Trail, but Gilda didn’t care. She would find her before them. And she only needed one to help for what was to come next. There were hardly ponies around her now, most had left, there was no chance she would miss anything now!

There was a sudden breeze behind her. And a sudden tugging sensation. And a sudden feeling of coldness. She froze in place. Looked down at herself. Cursed when she saw what had happened.

“What the fuck?! How?! Someone cut up my duds!”

She barely had enough time to grab the hem of her pants before they fell to the floor. Bending over showed her shirt—one of her favorite shirts!—was also cut up, and not in the badass way Gilda did to it regularly to let off some steam. No, it threatened to fall right off of her.

“Crap!” A quick look around showed at least a few ponies were staring at her. “Double crap! Crap, crap, crap, crap on a crappy stick!”

The only upside to her swearing was that the ponies around her looked more put off by her swearing than they looked at her ruined clothes. Still, it wouldn’t last. She had to get out of sight, quickly!

Gilda darted into the restroom with a squawk, nearly breaking the door with how hard she slammed it shut behind her. None of the stalls were in use, fortunately for her, so she hurried into the last in the line and locked the door. She let her head bump against the wood.

“Crap.”

Okay, she got a hiding place for now. Good. It didn’t change her actual problem. Bad. Gilda felt her shirt finally slide away from her and land on the ground at her paws. “Can this get any worse?” she asked nobody.

“Gilda? You in here?”

Gilda’s eyes went wide. Things had just officially gone worse. She knew who this was. She would rather not this filly found her like this. She didn’t know what to answer her, or say anything at all, ending up biting her tongue while the raspy voice called her again.

“Hey, G? I thought I saw you fly in here. You looked like you had a stomach ache. Everything okay with you?” Hoofsteps came closer, before stopping in front of Gilda’s stall. When the filly knocked, Gilda could feel the taps against her skull just as much as she heard it. “G?”

“Yeah, it’s me, Rainbow. Kinda in a pickle right now. Nothing major, I just…” Gilda paused, struggling with her words. The universe apparently took it for an invitation to crap on her even more, because her pants chose that exact moment to tear completely, leaving her in just a thong. Gilda didn’t do bras. Gilda regretted that fact very much right now.

Apparently even Rainbow Dash had noticed something. There was a tremor in her tone now. Wondering what was going on? Or knowing and holding back a laugh?

“Oh man, Gilda! I didn’t expect to catch you with your pants down!” Probably laughter, because the next words sounded half-muffled, like coming from behind a hand. “Okay, maybe I did, since this is a toilet, but, wow! You even took your shirt off! Really want to make this work, don’t you?”

“Yeah, fuck you, Rainbow Crash.” Gilda did nothing to keep the growl out of her tone. “Some prankster cut up my things when I was looking for—” She caught herself just in time.

Sure, Rainbow Dash was a great pal, but she wasn’t overly fond of it any time Gilda did more than just vent her feelings. More tended to become physical in some way, and being bigger and stronger than most girls and guys at their school meant Gilda could get away with a lot. They’d had more than one argument over it. Rainbow hated ‘bullies’, and she hated whenever Gilda got even with one of the dweebs. She wouldn’t like what Gilda planned to do to Vapor Trail.

“Gilda? Who were you looking for? Hey, Cloudsdale to Captain G, you with us? Did you fall asleep in there?”

She needed a lie.

“I was looking for… Rarity.”

“Rarity?”

Gilda cursed herself. Why, of all possible names, she had to go for Bitchy Clotheshorse?!

“Um… yup! Rarity! For… something!”

Just dig yourself deeper, Gilda, she thought.

“You wanted something from Rarity?”

Gilda could hear the rustling of dust as often-neglected gears began to grind away in Rainbow Dash’ head. For all her being one of her best pals for life, a great wingmare, and totally badass (for a pony), Rainbow wasn’t all that… bright. It came with being a pony, Gilda suspected.

“You knew Rarity would be here?” the blue speedster asked her. “I didn’t think anypony knew! Other than me, of course, since she’s my friend! But other than me, I didn’t know she told anypony how much she loves stormball! Wow, G, you must’ve really bonded, you two! What happened?”

Gilda blinked.

“Wait, don’t tell me!” Rainbow sounded enthusiastic now. She probably fluttered her wings like she did whenever she was excited, ready to hop from one hoof to the next. “Rarity said she talked with somepony about a new red dress but couldn’t tell anypony who it was! I bet it was you, wasn’t it? You wanted to get a dress from Rarity and you didn’t want anypony to know! Well, don’t worry, your secret is safe with me!”

Gilda blinked again.

“You know, Gilda, I can totally relate,” Rainbow Dash went on. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial stage-whisper, and Gilda was once again very glad there wasn’t anyone else with them in the restrooms to overhear this ridiculous bird droppings. “Sometimes I just want to dress nice too. Not some floofy-frilly number that’ll make me look like some cheerleader bimbo, or a snooty wannabe-snob. Just… something that looks good one me. Makes others want to look at me too, makes me feel like a pretty mare. Something like that.”

Gilda had to admit to herself that that was not something she had known about Rainbow. “Really?” she asked, her doubt obvious.

“Really really! And that red dress Rarity made for you? Wow, that’s totally awesome! You’d look fantastic in it, believe me! Actually, I could… show you.”

“Show me?”

“Yeah! So stop playing ‘who can make the shortest sentence’ and come out already! I swear, this is going to floor you!”

Gilda had no idea what her friend was going on about now. She resisted the urge to bark out another ‘what’ or ‘why’. At this point, she was too confused to keep it up. She might as well get to the bottom of it, if not for one tiny problem.

“Dash?”

“Yeah?”

“Dash, I’m naked in here. I told you someone cut up my things. I’m not coming out.” Gilda could feel a blush come on. Gilda didn’t do blushing. So, this was extremely uncomfortable for her. She didn’t want anyone to see her like this, least of all the one pegasus at the school who she respected as a pony. Gilda’s arms crept over her breasts and thankfully still cloth-covered pussy, shielding them from nobody’s sight. She knew it was silly, but… she really didn’t feel comfortable right now. Her instincts screamed at her to cover up. Fat load of good that did her, her boobs threatened to spill out above and below and she had to bend over a bit to fully reach her cameltoe, making the problem even worse. Her tail swishing behind her only reminded her of her there was her ass to be concerned about too.

Apparently, none of that was any real concern to Rainbow Dash, because that mare just snickered at her again. A sound Gilda was quickly coming to despise. She was having way too much fun…

“Sorry, sorry, not trying to get you riled up!” Rainbow’s snickering died down as she cleared her throat, very likely attempting to get herself back under control. At least that much, Gilda could appreciate. “As I was saying, I got something to show you, but you need to come out first. Hold up, before you whine at me again—”

Whine? Gilda’s jaw clenched.

“—I also got something for you to wear! Nopony else is in here. Open that damn door and get out. Now’s your chance.”

Gilda thought things over. New clothes were tempting, but she also thought there was a catch in Rainbow Dash’s plan. “I can’t wear any of your stuff, Dash. You’re smaller than me. Like, everywhere. Your stuff won’t fit me. I’m not a board, like you.” A small, evil little smile bloomed on Gilda’s beak at the angry sputtering following from the other side of the wooden barrier keeping them apart.

“Wha-that’s not-Why are, you, you—!”

“Calm down, Rainbow Flat. We can’t all be born lucky like me. Just because all the boys like to check out my girls doesn’t mean I’m better than you or anything.” She was enjoying rubbing Rainbow’s lack of boobage in her face way too much, Gilda realized, but she had a bad day and needed some outlet. Rainbow Dash made for a convenient target. They’d be laughing about it in no time! Just, right now, she needed a few laughs of her own.

It wasn’t like she was wrong, too. A quick squeeze of her left boob proved it; she couldn’t get everything into her talons, her tit just looked like a hoofball filled with jello. She could squeeze Rainbow Dash’s rainboob dots pretty easily compared to her own babies. Not that she ever thought about squeezing Rainbow’s tits. Well, maybe she did, but she never tried to. At least she never tried in a situation where she could get caught.

The point was, her boobs were way bigger, and even if Gilda didn’t put much stock into being one of the bustiest, most drooled-over pieces of ass at her school, she knew Rainbow would kill to be as big as her. That was just the nature of things.

It seemed like while Gilda had been busy playing with her tit and gloating over her size, Rainbow had said something. She had totally missed it. Gilda looked up, seeing nothing but door.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I said,” Rainbow rasped, “if you like your tits’ size so much, maybe you would like to show them off to everypony after all? Maybe you don’t want to cover them up? I can just walk away, no problem.”

Gilda rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah, calm your tits, Dash. I’m just messing with you. Stop being a sourpuss. I’m coming out already, sheesh.” She unlocked her stall and swung the door open. At the other side stood Rainbow in a tracksuit, wings flared out and her fists against her coltish hips. A duffle bag sat besides her. She was tapping her hoof. When she saw Gilda, she grew somewhat flushed, but not enough to not be smirking.

“Nice tits.” Rainbow winked. “You got me convinced, they’re way bigger than mine. Can’t believe you’re almost as fast as me with those in the way. They should weigh you down something fierce.”

Gilda just snorted. “Not the first time you saw them, peeping pony.”

“Hey, you started it! Anyway, I happen to have a solution for your problem, right in this bag here. Wanna see what it is?” Rainbow nodded her head in the direction of the bag. “Go on, look! I’ll make sure the coast is clear.” Turning away, the pegasus casually walked up to the exist, leaning against it.

With a shrug, Gilda took a peek inside the bag. What she drew out of it was a sparkly red dress.

“What the…”

“Surprised?” Gilda’s head jerked around, staring at Rainbow. The pegasus smiled impishly. “Got this from Rarity! She wouldn’t shut up about it, was totally in love with the thing. Gotta say, it’s nice. And I bet it would look great on you! Come on, try it on!”

Something about this felt strange to Gilda. Something she couldn’t quite put a talon on. But the more she thought about it, the more she just wanted to wear something so she could get back to looking for Vapor Trail. A dress wasn’t her first choice, but if she didn’t want her ass hanging out in the breeze for everyone to stare it, she had no other choice. And it did look like it would fit her, holding it against her frame. She gave Rainbow a grateful nod and climbed into the thing.

It fit perfectly.

“You look great, G!” Rainbow gave her two thumbs up. Gilda turned around to look at herself, noticing the high cut at the legs. Fortunately, her thong made sure nothing was fully on display even of some creep got a look upside her the lower part. Gilda still wasn’t going to fly high altitudes with this on, even if she had to admit it looked awesome on her.

“Yeah. I guess I do.” No longer half-naked now, Gilda knew she could return to the hunt. Her wings twitched from the excitement. “Perfect! I’ll take this with me if you don’t mind. I’ll give it back… some day. Don’t worry. Gotta go now, I’ve got a pony to catch!” She squatted down, the dress not hindering her all that much, spread her wings and made ready to take off. Only to be stopped by Rainbow still blocking the door. “Uh, Dash? I wanna leave. You can go.”

While she still leaned against the exit, Rainbow wasn’t looking at her anymore. Her eyes were fixed at something to the side. She had her arms crossed, looking like she was chewing on her tongue. And she had her serious face on.

“Gilda, before you go, I need to ask something.” A pause. Rainbow visibly struggled with her next words. “It’s… is there anything with you and Vapor Trail? Like, are you mad at her or something?”

That caught her by surprise. She kept her cool, though. Rainbow didn’t need to know. So, Gilda put on an act so casual, it put any of Rainbow Dash’ sassy lounging to shame. Looking down at her talons as if to check them for dirt, she said: “Nothing’s between us, Dash. Got no problem with Vapor Trail. Where did that even come from?”

“Well…” Rainbow’s gaze swept to her once, then she stared off in the opposite direction of before. Gilda didn’t know what was supposed to be so interesting over there. It was just a damn wall. “You looked pretty angry last I saw you. That was a rough game, wasn’t it? Vapor got you good. Several times she got you good. Nopony normally catches you, other than me. So, when it happened with Vapor Trail, and it happened with her again after that and all that, I saw you. You were scowling hardcore.”

“Don’t know if you noticed, that’s my usual face,” Gilda deadpanned.

“No, not this time. This time was different.” Rainbow shook her head and seemed to huddle more into herself. “I only ever see you scowl like that when you’re furious, not just default pissed-off. And the last time I saw you looking that angry, you put a colt in a cast.”

The Griffon clicked her tongue. This discussion was starting to annoy her. “Where are you going with this, Dash?”

Now, Rainbow Dash looked up. And the hardness in her glare nearly made Gilda take a step back. Force of will kept her in place. “Gilda. G. I want, no, I need you to be honest with me. Promise me you’ll be honest with me.”

“Whatever. Yeah, I promise.” She crossed her arms.

“Okay. Good. Good.” Rainbow Dash closed her un-dash-like hard eyes. Her breathing had become a little labored. Gilda could make out a tiny shiver going along her back. “G, are you here to get back at Vapor Trail? Get some kind of revenge on her for upstaging you? Something really hurtful that could end up ruining her life?”

Gilda raised a brow. “Seriously, where do you suddenly get this stuff?”

“G.” The plea in Rainbow’s voice was obvious. “Please. You promised. Don’t blow me off. I need to know. Tell me you’re not here to do something horrible to that filly just because she played better than you that one time?”

“She didn’t play better than me,” Gilda scoffed. Her beak snapped shut when Rainbow Dash took half a step away from the door and towards her. She’d balled her hands into fists. They were shaking.

“Stop trying to weasel out of this! Bucking answer me! You owe me this!” The angry yelling turned to near-begging as Rainbow went on. “We’re best friends, right? Can’t you trust your best friend? You promised, Gilda. We talked about crap like this. I hate seeing you hurt others, and Vapor Trail is a sweet kid. Don’t do something you’ll come to regret. Please.” She took a deep breath. “Vapor Trail. Are you planning on getting revenge on her?”

Rainbow stared at her. Eyes wide, hard, unblinking. Even as the rest of her shook and shivered. This was important to her, Gilda could clearly see that now if she hadn’t before. And she did owe Rainbow Dash for the duds. Rainbow always had her back, no matter how much she got in trouble for it. She was a great friend. The best. If anypony deserved the truth, it was her. Gilda could tell her.

Sorry, Dash, this is none of your business. I don’t need you trying to talk me out of it.

Gilda relaxed her stance and put on the most disarming smile she could muster. Rainbow tensed up in response, perhaps expecting another deflection. Who knew. Gilda certainly didn’t.

“Nah, Dash. I’m here for… Rarity. Remember?” She plucked the halter on her new dress. “Good thing you found me first! Right? So there, nothing to do with Vapor Trail. You can drop it now, officer. Everything’s cool.”

At first, Rainbow Dash didn’t answer. She didn’t even react. She was breathing hard a few times, in and out. Then her shoulders slumped. She mirrored Gilda’s smile, though it frayed at the edges. Probably stress. Ponies were so bad with stress, even the best ones like Dash.

“Okay then. Now I know.” Rainbow, still smiling, turned halfway away. Her right hand went to pat over the pocket on her pants. Gilda, already having wasted way too much time for her taste, made to walk past her, not really caring about her friend’s quirks anymore. She had a date with a different pegasus.

As she walked past Rainbow Dash, the pegasus spoke up again: “You should check with your two buddies. Lilac and Step. The cheerleaders. I think they wanna talk to you. Said they found what you wanted.”
Gilda stopped, already halfway through the door. “Really? They… didn’t say what it was, did they?”

“No. Just that they got it. You should check. Go. I’ll be around.” Rainbow’s gaze was still fixed on something to the side.

Relieved to hear that, and looking forward to finally paying back that bitch Vapor Trail, Gilda grinned and gave a quick salute. “Great! See ya, Dash!”

“Yeah.” Rainbow nodded. “You too.”

Outside the door, Gilda spread her wings. “Good luck,” came Rainbow’s voice from inside. She hadn’t moved from her spot. Gilda shrugged, again, and took off.

It was only after Gilda was gone that Rainbow Dash slumped against the wall, slowly sliding down until she sat on the ground, legs tucked in. Her head fell forward, ragged mane obscuring her eyes. She slipped a hand into her pocket and dragged out a pair of scissors. Shaking it sent a few brownish hairs floating away.

“Yeah. See ya, Gilda.”

She was almost as fast as she was when some jokester cut her clothes of her body. It took her practically no time to return to the flagpole. Only a few ponies lingered here and there, most were enjoying the game. She passed what she thought was a pegasus father and son carrying snacks, a trio of unicorn colts sitting around, and two fillies waving tickets around and chattering excitedly. Gilda picked up just a bit more speed around them, and the gasps and curses trailing after her were sign enough she’d blown those tickets right out of their stupid, painted nails.

Served them right.

Just like Rainbow had said, Step and Lilac were waiting for her when she arrived. They looked nervous, glancing about like they worried someone would pop out of some hiding place any minute. So, how they usually looked around Gilda. And yet…

They also wore something almost like a smile.

And what Gilda didn’t see was any hint of a dimwit pegasus bitch in a stupid red dress.

Her jaws clenched. If these two messed up her beautiful plan, there would be a world of hurt waiting for them! Gilda didn’t have the best of days today. Her patience had been tested enough to last the rest of the week. Just a little more and she’d rip their wings off and feed them to them. She landed in front of them with a growl. Seeing them ‘eep!’ and try to behind one another was immensely satisfying.

“So, I hear you found her,” Gilda began, voice full of knives. “But I don’t see her. One of you ready to explain what’s going on before I show her pics around the entire school?”

They shared a look. Step scrunched up her muzzle. Lilac shook her head. Step raised a hand, palm up. Lilac shook her head again, pointed down at the ground. Both turned back to Gilda, now wearing identical, plastic-looking smiles.

“Well, boss, you see… there was something.”

“Something that happened.”

“Really surprised us. It’s quite interesting.”

“Really, really interesting! We so wanna tell you, but, uh…”

Gilda looked unamused. The corner of her mouth twitched. “Is there a point to this, or are you just being babbling idiots?”

“Well…” Step began. She looked to her sister, who nodded once, and hesitantly grasped one of Gilda’s shoulders. “Like I said, we wanna tell you. You gotta come with, though. Like, if you stand over here. Right here.”

Step pushed Gilda, who was too annoyed to put up much resistance, towards the flagpole. Lilac Skies joined in, taking to Gilda’s other side and pushing her as well. A sullen Gilda soon found herself before the pole, particularly at the place where, if there was any justice in the world, a begging, crying Vapor Trail should be getting strapped in, ready to be pulled up. There wasn’t, however, and Gilda turned about to fixate the twins with smoldering anger.

“Right. I’m here. You going to tell me now?” She dropped her arms to her sides, talons clenched into tight fists. The cheerleader twins took position on both sides of her, forcing her to look at each of them in turn. “I don’t have all day! If none of you clowns managed to find her, it’s up to me. And I want it done before the game is over!”

Lilac and Step nodded in tandem. The former was the first to speak up.

“We know. That’s what we wanted to tell you. We kinda, sorta, already found her. She’s here. Right here.” Lilac topped it off with a small grin. Gilda could only blink owlishly, not understanding a thing. She froze when she felt a sudden pressure around her arm and a soft ‘click’. She turned around and was faced with an equally grinning Step, who had just locked the straps of Gilda’s own contraption around her arm. Before she could even protest, the same sensation came from her other side, and she whirled her head around just in time to see Lilac had finished locking her other arm.

“What are you doing?!”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Lilac shrugged, grabbed one of Gilda’s wings, the Griffon squawking in from the pinch as her limbs were strapped in further. “We’re doing what you told us to!”

Gilda stared, wide-eyed. “The fuck are you talking about? You are to strap VaporfuckingTrail into this thing once we caught her! Don’t you remember? Are you stupid or what? Why am I even asking, of course you are! Now let me go!”

Something foreign flashed over the twins’ faces. Something Gilda hadn’t seen on there before, at least never so openly: Anger. Irritation, pouting, lots and lots and lots of fear… but never outright anger. And this anger came with a look of barely-hidden defiance.

“That’s actually not true!” Lilac spread her hands wide in an exaggerated shrug. “You told us to wait for the girl in a red dress!”

Gilda’s beak fell open.

“And you’re the only one here in a red dress!” Step joined in cheerfully. “Gosh, boss! The way you went on and on about Vapor Trail, we almost thought you meant it!”

“But—what are you—”

“And then it turns out you were just setting this up for yourself! That’s sooo cool! I totally admire you! Oh, by the way, we got the vibrating egg ready for you too! With new batteries!”

Gilda saw her coming closer with the small yet devious sex toy. She’d made them buy the thing because she didn’t want to deal with creepy clerks staring at her by herself. This was the first time she actually saw it, and under normal circumstances, she would simply laugh the thing off.

These weren’t normal circumstances.

“Get that thing away from me!”

“Grab her legs!” Both pegasi dove straight at her. Gilda struggled and screamed as surprisingly strong arms wrapped around each of her legs. Trying to shake them up had no effect, they were like fluffy lampreys. Wings obscured Gilda’s vision, wings and grinning pegasus faces. What happened next, she couldn’t see, but she could feel it very much.

“A-agh! No! Take it out!” Fuzzy fingers shoved the egg right up her cat-pussy. Three fingers, to be exact; she could tell quite clearly as they crept under her thong and invaded her privatest place. Gilda’s back arched and she bucked mightily. She only few snickers from ponies. One of them, Lilac, wrapped the cord between the egg and the remote around Gilda’s thigh, and as a final insult, the pegasus pulled her thong tight and up. Gilda hadn’t had a wedgie since flight school junior! Damn, that hurt!

“Oooh, it fits perfectly! Is it nice?” Step clamped Gilda’s leg under her arm so she had a hand free to rub the Griffon’s snatch through the thin black material of her thong. Gilda wanted to yell in her face, but she suddenly felt the fingers of the other pony pinching her nipple straight through the dress! She shrieked and bucked again, and Step’s rubbing became more of a soft squelch. Gilda’s face went a mortified red.

“Stop! S-stop!”

“Oh man, look at you go, boss” Lilac went on in their annoyingly chipper tone, “I didn’t know you liked having your nipsies pinchied!”

“D-don’t call them nipies, you moro—!”

Gilda screamed again when the ropes were hooked into her dress. Some went to her shoulders, some went to her hips, some went to her undies, through which that damn pegabitch still rubbed her enthusiastically. Kicking out did nothing, the twins held her fast like they’d practiced for it. Soon everything was quickly hitched, as Gilda knew. She’d planned it that way. Twisting her arms did nothing, and her terrifying talons uselessly wiggled at her sides.

Gilda did not panic. She had everything under control!

“Wait, wait! Don’t do this! Vapor, it’s supposed to be Vapor Trail! Guys!” The hoarse pitch in her voice meant nothing. “Stop being idiots and get me out of this! This isn’t funny!”

Lilac’s soft furry cheek brushed against Gilda’s. “You’re wrong, boss,” she purred, and despite herself, Gilda shuddered. “This is very funny. You going up there, for everypony to see… that’s gonna be hilarious. But then, what do we know?” She began to chuckle. “We’re just idiot cheerleaders! Can’t expect us to tell one bitch in a red dress from another…”

She jerked her head back when Gilda snapped her beak at her, laughing still. Spring Step joined her, and they both let go of her legs and stepped out of reach at the same time. Not that Gilda didn’t try to kick them in their chins anyway.

“Sissy’s right! We’re just two morons! Nothing in there, got no brainsies, see?” Step put a hand to the side of her head, making a finger gun and pulling the imaginary trigger. “Too stupid to do anything right! You just put up with us cause you got our pictures, and we didn’t want those to get out to everypony else! If not for that, you wouldn’t give us the time of day, right? Hah hah, we’re so fucking dumb, aren’t we?”

“Yup, we are! Just to brainless bimbos” Lilac Skies slung her arm around her twin sister’s shoulder, who did in kind with a grin like a piranha. “We’re so dumb, like, when Rainbow Dash met us to ask about what we were doing here, we actually told her! Can you believe it?”

Gilda’s blood turned to ice.

“Uhuh!” Spring Step nod-nodded at her. “Aren’t we stupid? When she asked us why we’re going along with your plan, she said we’re letting ourselves get pulled into some really evil stuff! But that’s totally wrong, because we’re doing this to the girl who wanted to be playing nudie trudy!”

“Nudie tru—”

“So yeah, boss!” Lilac interrupted her question before she could even finish. “We’re going to do you a solid, just like you asked! Girl in red dress, going up! Everypony salute!”

They both did a crisp salute, ruined only by the shared grins on their muzzles. Gilda’s world shook as the machinery came to life, beginning her long, long lift.

“No! No, no no no! You can’t do this! Get me down!” Her paws scrambled across the cloudcrete, scratching shallow furrows as she tried to keep herself in place. Step raised a fist to her mouth and started tooting an off-key finger trumpet version of the Cloudsdale Anthem.

Gilda’s legs lost contact with the ground soon. She knew she had to do something and quick, so she wrapped them around the pole and squeezed as hard as she could. She felt the cold steel bite into her muscles, but it actually seemed to work as her ascent stopped.

“Hah! Looks like, hnng! Your stupid little plan failed, grrrah!” She smirked. Even if her legs were shaking from the effort and her forehead getting slick with sweat—nevermind what pressing down this hard did to the toy in her snatch—but she was doing it! She was showing those two what she was made of! The twins were frowning and did a quick huddle.

“Doesn’t matter what you, mmgh! You come up with, I’m better than you! Smarter and b-better! S-s-so stop this fucking thing and get me down, and I might not beat the living shit out of you when I get free!” she grunted.

Spring Steps and Lilac Skies had apparently finished their little talk, as they gave her wary eyes and backed away. First slowly, then nearly running and taking off to sweep around a corner quicker than Gilda had ever seen them move before. She yelled after them.

“Hey! Where are you going?! Get back here, cowards! Idiots! D-dweebs! Get me down, get me down or I’ll end you, do you hear me?! Hey!”

They didn’t seem to be coming back. Gilda gritted her teeth as she felt herself slide an inch or so further up and pressed down harder. It hurt like a bitch, but at least she was staying in place. She just needed to keep it up until someone came along to get her down. No problem. She’d had worse. She couldn’t think of anything off the top of her head, but she had worse. She had to have had worse.

If only they hadn’t shoved that toy up her cunt! It felt like she had a rock in her insides. If her arms were free, she could’ve tried to pull the damn thing out, but they weren’t, so Gilda had to deal with the urge to press like she had to lay an egg she didn’t want! And griffons didn’t even lay eggs, that was a stupid pony myth!

“Uuurgh,” she grunted with pain, “when I get my talons on them..! Gonna scratch ‘em up and tie ‘em to a park bench with a bit sign! Crap, this hurts! Gotta adjust some more… what the?!”

Her legs were pulled to the sides.

“Hey! What gives?!”

She began going up again. Her legs splayed wide to either side in an enforced split, Gilda groaned from the strain of her new pose. Regardless of how much force she put into it, they wouldn’t budge; she might as well have her legs encased in stone for all the good struggling did her. Confusion warred with growing fear. What was going on?!

A closer look revealed the reason she had no control anymore: Both her ankles were covered in the telltale, yellowish glow of a unicorn’s magic. But why? The answer became apparent as soon as Gilda rose enough to see her rebellious minions urgently talking the trio of unicorns she’d passes before, gesticulating wildly and pointing at her. From the looks on their faces, they weren’t happy with Gilda.

“Oh fuck,” she muttered. Then she shrieked.

“Aaaah crap! Crap, crap crap crap!” Her insides were vibrating! Someone had switched on the egg vibe, probably one of the unicorn colts. But it was even worse than she imagined! Gilda was no stranger to a good shlicking, she knew what stimulation felt like down there. What currently happened to her was unreal. Just from a few seconds, the coat around her thighs was soaked! She bucked her hips useless, unable to escape the unwanted pleasure. Another look down, with some trouble as Gilda thought she would go cross-eyed if this kept up, showed her a different magical glow centered around her snatch.

What did those fuckers do to her?!

Whatever it was, she had no time to think about it. She was going up again, this time without a way to stop herself. And the ropes strapped to her clothes going more and more taut meant she would soon lack anything to shield herself from view.

“Fuck! No! No, please! Ugh, please, fucking please don’t!”

Her eyes were growing moist. That was nothing compared to her crotch, that was dripping like half of her got rained on. The buzzing of the toy was loud enough to sound out the hammering of her pulse and almost drowned out the announcer’s voice; another pulse of pleasure sent her reeling, smacking her head against the metal pole strong enough to leave her seeing stars. She was halfway up by now, the first fans watching the game might have gotten aware of her by now. Some might take wings, fly to her. Help her. The dress slipped off of her shoulders.

Nobody was coming. Nobody was going to help her. Gilda sobbed.

“And Rook is going in strong, perhaps trying to take point! It looks like… Wait. What’s what? Up on the flagpole? Is that..!”

Gilda’s dress had been drawn halfway down by now. She was flashing the stadium everything up to her belly button, her tits, her beautiful girls, on full display for everyone there to gawk at. Gilda wanted to scream in rage, but the infernal vibe just choked it into a gurgle of desperate, hateful arousal.

“Ladies and Gentlecolts, it look like a… yes, it is a half-naked griffon chick! Probably a streaker! We never had a streaker in our stadium ever before, such depraved behaviour is not welcome! It seems she left some kind of… red cloth along the pole? Can anypony check?”

“Yes!” Gilda shrieked. “Fucking check, and get me down! You fuckers, stop staring at me! You—oh no, not that! Please, not that!”

Her thong began to slip. Gilda, flushed, crying tears of rage and humiliation, frantically grabbed at the thin piece of cloth between her and full nudity. The fabric grew tight around her thighs, close to tearing; she knew it would tear off soon. Gilda had maybe a few seconds to hold onto it, keep it in place, or at least hold enough ruined cloth so she had something covering her. Her talons combed through through the fur on her legs in her efforts, only barely not scratching herself raw as she did. She couldn’t reach.

With a sound like the crack of a whip, Gilda’s thong, the last piece of clothing on her, snapped, much like her hopes. Just to add to insult to injury, the glow focussed on her clit expanded to either side of her pussy. She had no earthly idea what that pervert unicorn guy was up to now, but she dreaded to find out. As it turned out, his magic pulled her lips apart to give everyone an even more awesome show.

“Gnngh! You... you fucking shit head..!” She was just being pried apart! Like she was at Equestria’s worst doctor’s having her snatch checked! It didn’t even hurt that much, but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was her pussy pulled open like curtains, daring the world to take a peek look at the insides of Gilda’s moist cat vag! Complete with the egg vibe’s cord going in like she was a wall socket, or a Hearth’s Warming Ornament about to be plugged in on top of the tree. Only the tree was a flagpole overseeing Cloudsdale’s massive, filled to the brim stadium.

Thousands were looking up at her. Thousands of eyes, watching her ultimate degradation, hung up to dry… with a pussy forcefully vibrated and wet like a rainbow. It was better, horribly better than any masturbating session she’d ever done to herself by a mile. Gilda almost wanted to laugh, and perhaps she would have if she wasn’t currently crying like a little bitch. At least they couldn’t make out much of her, as far away as they were.

“Looks like she’s lost something else up there, is that right? What a slut! Flood Light, bring the cameras around so we can use the Jumbotron to see properly!”

No.

No. This wasn’t happening.

Gilda stared into the baleful light glinting off the camera lenses. They were trained on her. On her, and her naked tits, and her naked, stimulated cunt. The Jumbotron, the thing Gilda had always loved about the stadium the most, flashed to show her the picture of a ruined griffon. Red with shame, her oversized breasts heaving, her legs spread out and her pussy lips wide like she was inviting everyone to get a good look at her goods. Her head hanging in shame. “No… please, d-don’t look…” Gilda whispered.

The vibe in her went into overdrive.

“What’s she doing now? Oh my, it looks like this griffon is currently experiencing an orgasm! You can clearly see it happening in the close-up of her cunt, pulled open to allow for a perfect view! Ladies and gentlecolts, I don’t know about any of you, but I really think such disgusting behaviour reveals just what a filthy slut this griffon streaker is!”

Gilda’s whole body was wracked with sudden spasms! A spike of hot arousal shot up her spine, an injection of magma forcing her attention inwards. She writhed in place, still bound, only able to move her head—she tried hammering her head backwards against the pole, deliberately this time—if she could knock herself out..! It was no use, her cunt clamped down onto the egg like a vise even if her lips stayed splayed, she was helpless, she wasn’t in control, the unicorns, they had— she couldn’t hold, no, no—!

With a cry of of indignity, of climax, of sexual release and loss, an animal sound more than something coming from a civilized creature, Gilda finally came. Her eyes were burning in their sockets, but she could still clearly see the close-up of her griffon pussy seize up and squirt out a spatter of girl-cum. She had no time to catch her breath, the next climax came immediately afterwards, sending all of her into cramps; another squirt of sexual juices, another, another, the masses of staring ponies erupting into hollers of surprise, or joy, which one, Gilda didn’t know.

She knew too much as it was. All of her was wet. Her face, her lap. Sweat clung to her. And she still came like a puppet dancing on a sadist puppeteer’s strings, whatever magic pumped into her a fist around her throbbing clit, jerking, again, again. All on display for millions. Not just in Cloudsdale, everywhere the game was broadcast. She was nothing. She was a thing to watch. To laugh at. She couldn’t scream again, her voice was lost. Cum! Squirt! That was all she was.

After an eternity of torment, it let up. Gilda’s body hung limp in its bondage. She didn’t have the strength to do more. She could just stare at herself in the gigantic screen. Her life was over.

“Boss?”

With great effort, Gilda swiveled her head around. The twins had returned. Gilda’s throat worked to let her say something, but nothing came out. The hated egg still buzzed in her. Maybe they were going to let her free now? She’d paid, didn’t she? She’d paid for everything. Everything. Everything.

“Boss, you okay? Here,” Steps brought a glass to her muzzle. “Drink this. You should, like, drink something. Up, up we go.”

For a moment, Gilda’s chest welled up with gratitude. She was parched. Her fury was smothered for now. She was broken too much right now. She laid her head back and opened her beak, thankful for even the smallest mercy. They had both put a hand on her head to keep her steady.

The first drop hit her tongue. It was… strangely salty.

“And now this filthy streaker slut is actually drinking a glass of her own cum! Ladies and gentlecolts, in all my years, I have never seen such a vile display of perversion!”

Gilda’s eyes welled up. To her asking, begging, pleading eyes, the twin’s only answer was another set of identical smirks. They winked.

“Smile for the cameras, boss,” they said in unison. This time, Gilda’s sobs might have actually sounded like laughter.