Somehow, they made it back to her rooms. Gilda's prior lovers had removed a few of their essentials, with a note that they'd be back for more later. That stuck in her craw a bit. Not because she still wanted all of them around, but because they didn't wait for her word. It meant one of them was already thinking about challenging her; she could smell it.

Slosh. Other things had strong scents of their own.

It was a strange, half-relief, half-irritation. Among other things, she knew all three of them well enough that having the opportunity to demonstrate-- to live up to Bulk's boasts-- she was still large and in-charge without potentially injuring soldiers she'd need right now. Bulk…

She wobbled around a bit to look at him, and purred when he bit her for squirming. Still...

He was carrying her. It was flat out ridiculous. She outmassed him even when she wasn't stuffed full of pony-cum. Now? While she'd shed some of that with a quick mana-conversion prayer to the Flyer, she'd damn well kept a good chunk of what was hers. So he couldn't see over her at all, and had had to let her down to get in the door.

It had been a clumsy, nipping, bouncing, cursing ride. Delicious.

Gilda blushed hotly, her nares flaring as she squirmed in his arms. Wriggling around a bit, she nuzzled at his short mane lightly, grooming obsessively at him with her beak. Damn lug… she muttered mentally. He'd picked her up again, swatting back her flails, as soon as they'd gotten inside.

She struggled with him. Sure, she was still about a third pony spunk by volume, but he was trying to carry her.

Succeeding at it, despite her struggles. Oh, look, Gilda told herself. Gush goes the Gilda...

Unless she gave a safeword, or showed real distress, she couldn't stop Bulk Biceps from hauling her around, without going to injuries neither of them wanted. It was a lot hotter than anything she'd ever felt comfortable acknowledging before. Thank you for the blessing, Fluttershy, she thought into the distance. She thought the Flyer would understand; even he had to find the full-arena smash mad bitchin'.

As long as she repaired it to a minimum of three platforms before the end of the week, of course. She'd had practice before, if not quite this intense.

Slosh went the Gilda, yet again.

Speakin' of intense, Gilda thought, and started to squirm once more. He'd stopped moving, which meant all that hot, meaty stallion-aggression was reaching back into shyness. Time to put a damn stop to that. She tapped her beak lightly at his shoulder. "H-hey, dweeb." She hadn't meant to stutter. Couldn't help it. "D-don't bottle it up; take it from a dom-- switch now-- who knows. Ain't healthy for you, ain't healthy for my hindquarters."

Whoops. Bulk blushed redder than she had, and all but dropped her in his haste to put her on her feet.

So she knelt, deep in kowtow, reveling in his shyness and strength alike. The both of which she played at, pressing her beak worshipfully to his left foot, then his right. "Nah, sexy," she cooed, or did her best coo impression. "You ain't there yet, and I wouldn't letcha. I meant the fuckin' talkin' you got in mind. So we can get over that and I can get to finally feel what my own toys are like outsida calibration."

Mm, she thought. Oh, that's nice. Much less coherent was her moan at the sudden expansion of juicy (and her-juice-covered) horsedick above her head. "Thinkin' it's a bit early for me callin' you a long term master, master?" she growled when she recovered. Her nares flared. Fuck. Musk is different from a griffon's, but still nice and strong, like Genny's pussy the day she almost took me in the ring. She refrained from licking his low-hanging nuts-- for now. "Little bit of a one-date mating?" It was, but… she could barely help herself. Something about the fight, something about him…

"Uh… not… exactly," Bulk muttered, and stroked her at the base of her skull in the back. She almost creamed, it was so nice, but looked curiously up at the musclebound midget-- by her terms-- who had owned her so good. He gave her a quirky smile. "Workplace ain't the same. But-- we've been workin' together for five years on and off, Gilda. Tartarus, I tried to call a couple of those meet an' greets dates… you only punched me a coupla times, and never told me to drop it."

S'true, Gilda admitted, and so stopped restraining herself. It wasn't like he was restraining being the sexy, or telling her to piss off, right? She let her beak drop carefully, questing her tongue out towards those delicious-smelling nuts of his. No hesitation. Unless… unless he likes a shy sub like Fluttershy?

Some of her worry must have shown, because after he'd groaned with appreciation, he just stroked her head lightly and shook his own. "If you're thinkin' I'm lookin' for you to be like Flutters… nah," he explained.

It left her blinking, so she covered up her indecision by really laying on the ball-worship for a bit. Her tongue was strong, her beak rigidly open, and she knew how to play with pretty cum-spheres. Even if she might have been a bit less reverent the last time. Not now. These balls, huge, sloshing about as bad as she had walking in the door… Unf, she groaned. They were already filling up and ready, a dark black contrast to his white hide-- these balls were her duty now.

Gilda wasn't one hundred percent sure how duty was supposed to go on this side; good thing her dweeb of an owner was patient. She slowed herself, slurping and stroking, applying a legionnaire's methodical precision to swipe and lap her tongue over every inch. She raised an eyebrow at him, not sure why…

"Aw, G," Bulk said with a chuckle. "Fuck that's nice. C'mon, though, tribune." His tone was gentle, but it somehow made her pussy juice all the more that he just expected she'd hold her rank by fury and skill. She'd need to live up to that. "'Bout the same amount of time we've been workin' together I've been intimate with alicorn princesses. You think Flutters is how I see a sub? Even when she wanted to get pinned down, it was 'cause she wanted that. Same reason I ain't too worried even if you do win the next time. I respect you, you respect me. We've worked that way for a while, right?"

"Fuck, I like the way you think, master. Stupid-sexy pony-master," Gilda purred at him. "You like the way I lick?" she half-growled, half moaned. With that out of way, she got back to messily slobbering over his enormous, low-hanging balls. "I gotta say if you'll let me, I'll clean these for ya at a minimum every time we're in private." She gave him a cheeky smirk. "An' clear 'em out inside, too, if ya know what I mean." When he just chuckled and nodded, she pouted, and rubbed her beak pleadingly against the huge mass of his shaft. "A little brutality in the bedroom, please? I'll safeword, or even slowword, if it's too much, promise."

Wham. He got the message, all right. Those thick hands of his took his thicker prick by the base, and he casually slapped her, right across the beak and face, with the throbbing, thick-scented length of his tools. "Perfect," she moaned.

"The suggestion wasn't, G. Suck me off with that beak?" Bulk asked skeptically.

She laughed. "Aw, don't be that way, Bulky. I had to be careful with Gary, but I've had hyper-pony sausage before." She nuzzled reverently at the thick hair at the base of his shaft. "We both know what you'd do to my beak if you wanted to rape my face. Make it stretch in ways I ain't used to feelin'." She stuck out her tongue when he made a distasteful expression. "Not real rape, sheesh. But a griffess likes to feel like a properly abused bitch when she's on the bottom!"

Suddenly, those skeptical looks frightened her. Gilda was an instinctive kind of female. Faith and her subconsciousness were telling her that he was the right one for her, right now. She knew the tough guy behind the gentleness needed release he wasn't getting, at least not properly. "You don't…" her voice trailed off. "You don't have second thoughts, do you?"

"Open your beak."

She stared up at Bulk, hope and fear and-- oh my. Horniness as he slapped her with the oversized support column he called a package once again, this time nearly knocking her out of her kneel.

"Open. Your. Beak."

The growl made her wet. Her wetness made her feel a burning need to please him. Remembering how hard she'd worked to make sure her trio had been well-fucked before herself, and how hard they'd worked to pleasure her first. She couldn't give him any less, so she leaned her… moderately padded, fine… ass back onto her heels, and opened her beak wide.

Thrust. It was a good thing, too, the hyper's lust and power, because that flare was broader than her head, let alone her beak. But it didn't break, and she didn't even leave much of an impression in all that gorgeous cock-crown. The curved tip was forced back, stretching like hide; the edge, nothing more than a pleasant rubbing over veiny cockflesh.

Thrust, yes. Thrust and gush. She needed this, he needed this. And the method...

One of Gilda's proudest natural weapons, turned into nothing more than another dick-pleaser. Unf, she thought as the tingles of it stimulated her. Just what the tribune ordered. Unaware of her thoughts, if not her intent, her lover plowed hard into her throat, claiming it hard and deep.

The absolute most she could do as he forced to her to obscene distension was lap vigorously below it.

The taste alone was worth it.

Then the most she could do was choke, like no dick had choked her since puberty, as he didn't stop there. No, big-muscled, badass Bulk Biceps was in charge of her right now, and he wasn't waiting for her to play with the tasty flare or for her to get used to so much fucking cock. He wanted her throat, he took it.

He does understand! she thought with a somewhat oxygen-starved giddiness. She did try to breathe through her nose as much as possible, her eyes watering a bit nonetheless from the as-requested brutal throat-swabbing he was giving her abruptly distending beak. All she could do… ultimately... even while choking around it, was pleasure him. So that's what she got to doing. Shoving her soft, jiggly G-cups up, she used her heavy tits to jerk off the bottom of what cock wasn't in her yet. So much dick. I want it all, you fucking fat-dicked pony. Make me feel it!

The fucker paused before his medial ring even got into her conquered beak. "No second thoughts, Gilda," he said quietly. "I may hesitate. I may think about stuff if I'm not sure. But like I said-- we've been together in the way that matters for warriors long enough. An' as long as I can, I'm going to enjoy ownin' me a piece of griffon ass-- the best piece of griffon ass there is. So go 'head. Suck like the slut you are. Like you've always needed to be. 'Cause we both know that's what you've been waiting for, an' I bet you got a need for Bulky to violate a few POW rules on a captured raider, yeah? An' you get none of that until your tummy is full of horsecum again."

Served her right for stirring up extra slosh in those sperm-blossoming nuts. Aw yeah, it does, she thought smugly as she lewdly pumped her head back and forth. All the while, loving it, still choking on the monster maleness, still starved for air and loving the tears running down her cheeks. Serves this horny griff good to be serving a rough, mean pony commander. And it did, too. She squirmed, strangled mewls humming over his dick as her pussy let her know this was definitely on the approved list.

Flexing her huge quads, Gilda rubbed her plump, moist labia together. Her pony hadn't forbidden her self-pleasure, after all, and if she couldn't really get off that way-- well. She would damn well have better edge endurance than any sub she had! Still, she teased herself, her hands still full of her own boobs as she tried to entice him to forcefuck that challenging ring all the way into her waiting, owned face.

Like she was coming to anticipate, Bulk did. Flat-out grabbed the back of her head and pulled, right when his super-strong quads pushed and bam down the waiting hatch his pretty, pretty prick went. Even with his hyper magic working on her, she could only stretch so much, so fast; her gullet was forced wider and wider-- no holding back on her owner's part, no ma'am.

Just the way she liked it.

Bulk shuddered. Core tensing, precum pulsing down into his greedy griffon's gut, he gasped deeply. Gasped in time with her spasming across his shaft. He realized only a little too late that he hadn't worked out a tap-out gesture, but figured she'd, well, tap out if things got too intense.

In a bad way, anyway; he knew Gilda wouldn't tap out now and loved her for it. Even if she'd only sucked a little bit of hyper dick before, she seemed to have picked up the basics: Inhale as hard as you could, let your gag reflex ride a bit but not too much, and generally make your throat into a good facsimile of a spasming cunt. "Mm," he rumbled. "Griffon throatpussy. Almost as good as Griffon pussy pussy. But you gotta do better, G."

Honesty was a virtue but he had to hope that lying for a kinky lover's scene could approach that from… uh… the mirror?

"Gotta do so much better," he groaned. And mare oh mare, was he lying; his balls felt so tight as the muscles of her thick throat gripped and her tongue worshiped and her breasts cushioned. Lying and so didn't care; she'd be pissed if he slacked on his side too. "Gotta show me my slave's throatpussy is worth it enough to give her the cane."

It had been a guess. Just a guess on what she'd like done to her, but son of a wild timber wolf. She's fucking cumming from cock plus threat equals fuck, he thought, panting and suddenly unable to stop or slow at all. Like the sex he called it, he swung his hips to pound the mega-girth of his shaft harder and harder into her clenching throat. Filled and overfilled her, his precum beginning to bloat her belly out yet again.

Pop. The stretch and seal-like snap of a distended beak being forced around his medial was the first ripple, but he didn't stop there. He thrust deeper, grinding forward and driving the fat ring into her throat. Past. In, until his balls slapped against her lower beak, the heavy spheres sloshing and bouncing with the force of impact. "That'll do, yeah," he rumbled deeply, shuddering with the pure pleasure as he hilted himself.

Gilda let her gorgeous breasts fall out of the way of the oncoming thrust, her broad, strong hands stroking firmly at his ever-swelling balls. If she'd told him it was a Flyer benediction to produce more cum, he'd have believed her. It'd be odd if she started talking now, though, an increasingly abstract part of him thought. The rest of him loved those well-trained, cunning fingers as they squeezed and caressed with a desperate need.

And what does my horny griffon want? was about as rhetorical a question as Bulk could manage at the moment. Between the constant slurp, slurp, suck and those eager fingers working their blessed magic, he couldn't hold back from what she wanted, anyway. He groaned out wordlessly, his forearms trembling and bulging as he restrained himself from locking too far down on her head with his hands.

She really began spasming over that, the thick bulge of his wad forcing her throat and beak to stretch all the wider still. Not that she seemed to be objecting; instead, her fingers were clasped behind the musky mass of his sack. The calloused digits pulled his weighty nuts towards her as though trying to beg it to pump more, pump harder down her clenching throat. Somehow, the whole time, she managed to lewdly curl and squeeze her tongue around as much of his cockbase as she could manage, focusing on pleasuring him with all her might.

His thighs bulked out, his calves bulging as he pressed towards Gilda's face. Her belly ballooned, filled with hot horsecum so thickly that it forced outwards to slosh against his knees. For that matter, he noticed her eyes starting to roll back into the back of her head, and mild concern made him start to pull back.

"Mrmmfmfgll!" cried his griffess. It wasn't plaintive, but it was a protest. A complaint. A demand. She didn't fight his movement, but she did bob her head back and forth, her tongue slurping out expertly. Fingers trembling, she worked him over to the top of his climax-- and brought him doubling up and over into a second orgasm.

Not a beg, not like this, Bulk thought in the haze of pleasure as a fresh splurt of stallion spunk reinforced the cumflation in her once-rippling tum. An offer. Showing me how good a cocksock she is. And she was good; his whole dick felt like it was vibrating with sheer delight. So he took her up on the offer, and plowed hard for her conquered beak yet again.

Something wicked in his soul made him wonder if he could fill Gilda so much the cum overran her. He put that off for another time, though; he had a promised "prisoner abuse" to fulfill, and he didn't want to disappoint his prisoner. So he just leaned into his huge mate's face, spending every gallon of cum into her until his nuts almost ached, in the best kind of way. Her furred headfeathers felt so good as he ran his fingers through them, a possessive yet giving love.

Only when he softened did he start to pull back, swatting her cheeks in passing as she protested-- less strenuously. "Nuh uh," he told her with a snort. "Can't buy off your punishment no more."

Bulk smirked as she started to yowl crankily at him, and cock-slapped the objection right out of her. The horny blush she shot up at him, one of her hands actually going up to the heat of her cheek was even more flattering than her goofy smile. If not quite as much as her moaned, "Master!"

Some time, preparation, and sweaty entanglements later...

Gilda tensed her titanic muscles, pulling hard against the reinforced chains wrapped around her chiseled forearms. She gritted her beak tight, inhaled deeply, and hauled at the limit of her strength. The chain reached the extension of its length, each link above the anchoring wrap grinding against the links above and below.

And nothing.

Well, she thought, a little creaking from the supports. But I'd need a long time to break it from there; the chains won't. The thought sent shivers down her spine, ending in a burst that traveled right to her clit and left her panting. I did good on these. She hadn't thought they'd be used on her, but they were to her specifications, anyway.

She steadfastly refused to think of how much she had been missing this. Bulk hadn't been available, not really. No regrets. Full force, full throttle. Full belly; fuller womb.

Tilting her head to her side, Gilda looked up at her pony. "How'd we get here, anyway?" she asked wryly.

Bulk snorted. "I captured you in fair combat, yeah? Raidin' over our borders--" he said, starting to weave a lovely little story for their playtime.

She rolled her eyes. Ponies. She didn't care about the stories here. She stuck her tongue out and growled, "No, doof-- SQUAWK!" Her interruption, interrupted, by a lovely crack of her reinforced cane across her rump.

It felt good, if a little weaker than Gilda would prefer. He'd calibrated with her before he'd even tied her up, and he still wasn't smacking her hard enough to do much more than leave a faint red line across her jiggly hind end. Stupid pony even has my tail tied up between my wings to my collar, she grumbled mentally as she pouted at him. Not like he has to worry about hitting something really sensitive.

So she squawked at Bulk again, and wriggled her ass to emphasize. "Doof-ah-ah-AWK!" she squealed. Three smacks of the cane, probably leaving welts. "Much better," she sighed. "I got standards, pony!" The y trailed off into a series of eeks as he caned her fat tits. It was lighter than he'd done to her rump to start, but more, and her fuckin' inconvenient boobs were more sensitive than her ok, fine, wide load ass.

Especially when she'd been thoroughly fucked. Doubly so, apparently, when she was being owned. Now just to get that thoroughly, too. She stuck her tongue out at him again, and licked the cane in a long, languid slurp when he brought it near the top of her G-cups again. "I mean," she huffed, "How did I end up kneelin'-- to a pony, to you-- an' both of us looking to make it long term?"

Bulk smiled down, a goofy, smug smile that made her want to punch him, melt into a pile of griffon goo, and suck his duck until he re-cumflated her. Another unfair advantage of those expressive lips. "A long life with neither of us fitting in," he suggested. "A lot of trouble, a lot of dumb ideas, a huge amount of luck, and Fluttershy liking to do nice things for people?"

Gilda blushed and wriggled around under the hoisting chains. The idea of being in debt to the alicorn of Kindness wasn't too bad. Not when it got her a male who understood her, didn't fear her, and was willing to roll with her weirdness. Plus, she noted as she continued to soak her thighs, she's always been a hottie, and now!

But that wasn't where she was going to get the beatings she damn well wanted. Not with the cane in the hands of her pretty, sculpted musclestud. Now, she reminded herself, and flexed her wings lightly, looking up at him. Waiting. Doing her best to offer up the heavy rack of her boobs, hoping for a bit harder.

Crack! Smack! "Yes!" Gilda wailed out. Her cunt virtually burned with need. Forget the damage of the fight, this was her mate, leaving marks of ownership in her sensitive titflesh. Her jiggly melons bounced as her musclebound stallion lashed the cane across them, above and below. Her nipples were as hard as she could remember them, almost punishing her again with their lewd ache.

Five more stripes each, above and below, and she sagged forward like her beaten boobs. She leaned in as far as her anchored arms would allow, sliding her thunderstorm thighs apart to as much extension as she could manage. "No mercy for me!" she growled at Bulk, and, further cementing his status as love of her life, or at least, lust of her submissive life, he had none,

Even if it was only a tease. He laid the cane once along the edge of each hip, bare contact and little more. Enough to feel it, enough to get her rounded hips shaking for him-- and then he stopped! She whined, eyes widening and scrabbling to get purchase with her toes. Just a bit, and she could lunge at him, for all the good it would do.

Bulk just smirked, and brought the cane that had once been hers up to her beak again. "If you're not gonna play my prisoner," the stupidly strong and stupider-ly sexy pony teased her, "you could at least ask nice." He stood there, naked, ripped, and still annoyingly not even three quarters her height.

Smack! Crack! He distracted Gilda from her mental grousing with a pair of lovely stripes… on her legs, right where it was tough and she didn't feel it so much!

It hence didn't stop her from being cranky… for long. She brooded to herself, Plus those teeny wings, like all of his w-ness went into his wang. Everything else about him, from those gorgeously immense biceps to his lovely, lickable abs, to his own corded plateaus of quads, was her scale or better, but it irked her that he was shorter. Almost as much as him pausing in punishing her tits!

"J-jerk," Gilda choked out, and those same reflexes she'd seen on the battlefield besides and against him came into play. A lovely smack across her still cum-jiggly belly. It was enough, the sudden sensation making her curl back and arch her ass high as though he was back there. Back there and doing her proper, the sting shuddering through her.

Even when I got Genny to nip proper it wasn't like this! she thought with a bliss of endorphins and adrenaline, pain and pleasure melding. "Please!" she whined at him, her voice cracking.

"Better," Bulk told her. Striding closer still, he idly used his foot to nudge her knees wider and wider apart. With an undignified yelp, she reached the end of the slack. Suddenly, she dangled loosely, her potent, sculpted arms raised high over her head. "Gotta do more better, yeah?" When she started to squawk again, he grabbed her beak with his free hand and clamped down, leaning in. "You don't got ears for me to pull on, so it's your tail if you keep bein' stubborn. You want a beating, you beg."

Lewd thoughts, lewder than she'd managed before, ran through her head. He was setting discipline.

She whimpered. She squirmed. She pulled as hard as she could with those mighty eighty-inch biceps and their full, swelling triceps supporting, and only managed to lift herself off the ground. Which her deliciously mean stupid pony sabotaged by kicking her thighs apart. While she was struggling with that, he planted just a single, broad palm on her pumped-out right shoulder and pushed.

She was forced into a splits in seconds, the femjuice-soaked lower puff of her labia rubbing against her the strange, not-quite smoothness of her floor. Bulk forced her down without even trying hard, any advantage of skill or fierceness to turn against his strength utterly gone. Gotta see about getting the barracks redone if I'm gonna be topped by a shrimp for a while, was the closest coherent thought in her head. She tilted her beak around, and looked up into that square-jawed face. No mercy. Not the no mercy I asked for, but the no mercy I want, anyway. Best beg, squawker.

So Gilda did, ducking her head submissively and purring. "Please, master," she moaned. "Please beat your griffon like one of those nerd revenge films gone right. Please make me suffer, and beg to pleasure you until there's so much pony cum in me I start thinking vegetables are delicious!"

Her beefy pony couldn't help himself; he just laughed, and kissed her gently between the eyes. "Kay," he told her, and she didn't give a shit about dialogue. Just about how much of a hiss and a sting was married to a shock of masochistic pleasure as the cane struck again-- this time across her triceps. To the delectable recipe of pain and horniness, he added the strain of her beaten muscles holding her at full extension, laying ten stripes across her arms before she yelped at her highest yet.

"You have me," she moaned. "Better yet. You get me. Thank y-MMF!" Another series, this time carefully placed below her wings, not quite at the bases, leaving her whole body shuddering on the edge. She needed intensity. To feel conquered, or else feel unworthy of being the sub. They both might want some nice vanilla boinking later, but a lifetime of denying half of her switchness had been a torture Gilda didn't even know she was feeling.

It was worth it, to push Bulk to do her harder. A final sacrifice, and-- Oh, she moaned. The metal of the cane was no longer cold, warmed by the cracks across her flesh. Nonetheless, a shiver ran up from her pussy when he stroked the springy length across her honey-dripping nethers. Not an unpleasant shiver; he had a lovely deftness, stroking her like a giant’s finger, but still...

She saw the doubt in her mate’s eyes; he was trying, for her, but not sure if this was the right step. To be honest-- neither was she. Don't know if… Another whimper escaped her throat, and she grunted, "Slowword." Nevertheless, when he started to pull the cane out from where he'd been rubbing it against the wetness of her mound, she brought her knees together as fast as she could, clamping it in place.

She even pushed her well-caned arms to haul herself up a bit, to leave her body hanging as her master intended. "S-sorry, Bulk," she panted. "Don't want you to stop, just… not sure I'm ready for that much." It hurt a bit, to admit it, but she knew that he'd need to trust her to keep pushing her edge.

Besides, there were rewards for trusting, too. The warmth of his short nine-foot tall frame abruptly pressed against her, her G-cups smushed against the pretty hardness of his plump pecs, a firm hand rubbing against the still-cooling redness of her rump. And then those amazingly dexterous lips, kissing all over her head.

"I wasn't really sure, myself," he confessed, and hugged her.

She gasped, the unexpected power of his suddenly bulging musculature wrapping her in more strength than her greediest griffon moment could have desired in a mate. So tight! she thought, and then, with an adrenaline-drunk giggle, repeated it out loud. "So fuckin' tight, pony!" she moaned at him.

Chuckling quietly, he let her slowly sink back, nodding at her thighs. "Let 'em loose, and then back to just above the floor," he ordered, and she obeyed, shivering. Every oversized mass of potent griffon flesh on her body tensed and hardened in anticipation. "When we go back in scene, G, I don't think I'm ready to try that until I've masturbated you with the cane a few times, and honestly, I want back in you sooner than that." A shy look on a stern face. "Ain't I beaten you enough, tribune?"

Gilda giggled again, utterly at odds with her giant, overproportional body. "Fuck, pony," she mock-grumbled at him. "As long as you keep winnin', I'm going to keep callin' in beating markers. Bu-u-ut…" she trilled it out, and nibble-groomed softly at his chest hide with her beak. "I may be with you on this one. Just two to grow on? Across the thighs?"

"Pain slut," Bulk growled, and she didn't bother to deny. No, she enthusiastically rowled out her agreement, a long half-yowl of a sound that ended with a low grunt.

The two final stripes of the cane left her cumming, her pussy and core shamelessly clenching. "Fuck yeah," she managed in between grunting unfs. "Toughest pain slut ever."

Bulk briefly had a mental vision of decades of marriage to a huge, aggressive amazonian giantess. A moody, pushy, intensely strong-willed giantess with absolutely no hesitation about driving him to punish her, to control her, to use her, just like she wanted. Was this what he wanted, though?

He grabbed Gilda's beak again, tilting her up so he could look her in the eyes. Her face was flushed with the redness of pleasure; her eyes growing a bit vague, almost but not quite rolling back. The lower half of her beak worked against his hand, dropping into a constrained smile, and his heart melted.

His dick, on the other hand, leaped up to full hardness again, lewdly swatting at the bottom of her already abused melons, sending them jiggling as she grunted and moaned with renewed stimulation. "Yeah," he said out loud. "You're the one that I want." He threw the cane off to the side, onto the bed. Neither bed nor cane was needed for what he wanted now.

Another growl, another challenge, her body throbbing and glowing with the marks he'd left on her hide. "Whatcha do that for?" she snarled at him. Nothing soft here, except for those tits… and that juicy griffon booty.

He ignored her, and hauled up on the chain, bringing her off the floor entirely. Taking real control, he forced her to bend over forward, his strong hands squeezing and caressing her massive body as he propped her back up on her feet. "That's it, G," he rumbled. "Bend over for your pony." She fought him, but not as much as before; a little pressure between her wings, and she was bent at a ninety degree angle, straight forward.

Bulk was amused to note that just like pegasi, an aroused griffon put her wings in full extension. "Beautiful," he whispered, and spanked her cane-striped ass. The yelp was gratifying; the scent of her renewed arousal dripping off her eager sex more so.

The pose wasn't done. Gilda was bent forward, muscles trembling, jiggly rump held high and her enormously amazonian legs spread out in an obscene upside-down V, but he couldn't get her arms turned up with them already wrapped up in the chain. This left her big, bulky biceps smooshed in against her abused melons, and the chain crammed against her beak.

Frowning a bit, he asked, "Hey, G, you ok with those up between your boobs and against your face?" Tracing his fingers over her forearms, he squeezed, feeling the barely constrained strength of her huge arm. Then he squeezed harder, conquering it with his hyper and cutie-mark-blessed strength nonetheless.

After a happy whimper or two, Gilda shrugged. "I'll be okay, pony, sheesh," she cooed at him, twisting her beak to the side around her upheld wrists. She tapped the sharp tip of it against his obliques, grooming lovingly for a moment before elaborating. "Tartarus, I gotta push your squishy butt just to do me rough. When they slap me, it'll be like you're doin' your job right!"

That got her a spanking, his broad hand small against the upraised globes of her pre-beaten tush. It was enough; the more he spanked her, the wetter she got, and the more she wriggled her ass in anticipation. "Be careful what you wish for," Bulk warned. "You got it easy from me before."

"Words," she sneered, then let out a moan. He'd taken the opportunity to walk around behind her. While he had her distracted, he laid the full eight inch broad base of his achingly stiff horsecock between her cheeks. "F-fuck," she groaned, sneer wiped out. "You're not…"

He grinned, and reached down to tug on her tied tail, rubbing it against the thick ridge running along the bottom of his oversized shaft. "Gonna," Bulk replied. "You ready to earn some lube?"

"Well, I don't want that monster going in dry, jackass!" Gilda growled, then mewled as he casually spanked her still-sore left buttock. "N-not on the first in-home date, anyway!"

He paused to admire her. Her biceps and triceps weren't at full flexion, but they made for a lovely picture on the sides. The titanic mass of hardened strength squeezed her beaten breasts together, the overflowing fat titflesh pushing above and below its normal place. Her back was like earthquake-shattered ground, her flight muscles and all the anchoring combining to make a sheer relief of power.

And that ass. It was gorgeous. How she'd managed to keep some rump with all the sheer strength of the rest of her, Bulk wasn't sure. Not even dedication to leg day should be able to keep that kind of globular, jiggly, just-enough-sag-for-bounce beauty behind, but, hell, he wasn't complaining.

"So earn it," he told Gilda, clamping his hands on her curvy hips. "Twerk like a popstar."

"What?"

The roar earned her another spanking. "Not gonna say it twice," he warned her. "Twerk your tush, or get ready for dry dick in your vulnerable little asshole." Or safeword me, but we both know that isn't likely.

In fact, he was fairly certain that Gilda was actually debating if she wanted more masochistic pleasures, or if just having her ass rearranged to submit to four feet of hyper horsecock would be enough. In the meantime, her shuddering, heaving squirms were actually already getting his fat flare to drool pre; in a moment, it'd probably drop a dollop or two on her back.

He'd expected to need to masturbate a bit and to fake 'dry.' Even with a hyper's resistance, chafing was still a thing for both of them. But she surprised him. Again. Got a feeling that's going to happen a lot, Bulk thought as she went a little limp, sinking forward.

Her voice was hesitant, quivering, almost unGildalike, but not entirely opposed. "Okay, okay, jeeze, dweeb, don't… don't push too hard," she half-whined. "I'll do it. But I'm not one of your hyper mare sluts-- which you no longer have-- so I'm not…" A heavy swallow sent her heavyset chest jiggling, and her butt bobbing against his cockbase. "I haven't, y'know. Twerked or anything. Before."

"Shake it, G," Bulk ordered. "Roll your hips towards me like I was already settin' up shop in your colon, and drillin' for griffon squeals. Shake it, roll it, get that booty clapping." His fingers clenched on her hips once, and then he slowly let go. "I know you can do it, baby."

It took her three tries to get swinging, but she was a natural. He'd already felt how much agility, how much control she had over her hips and core, and had benefited from it. Bound as she was, shy as she was to do it, she was soon bouncing her ass along the bottom of his shaft with lewd abandon.

The precum fell like rain, splashing onto her back, squirting onto her wings, and drooling down the heavy length. Bulk slowly backed up, loving the warm, writhing feeling of lushness as she bounced and clapped her thick rear against the throbbing monolith he was about to stuff up it. More of his lube was enticed out by her amateur dance, flowing faster and coating her back fur; he had to reach up and stroke himself back and forth to get it to grease up along the mass of it.

Soon enough, the impossible breadth of his flare was pointed straight at one quivering griffon asshole. Gilda yelped without him even spanking her now, grunting and mewling by turns as she shook her juiciness over the tip. Her erratic, lusty motions lewdly coated both her own tightness and his monstrous maleness in his ever-flowing precum, her rear cheeks "kissing" over the head he threatened her with.

"It's time, G," he whispered. "Slave," he growled, taking strength in the long, needy cry of delight she let out as he named her his again. "Brace yourself… and try to relax, if you can."

"SON OF A FUCKING BI--" her voice trailed off from the squawk into a near-song of ecstasy as he plowed forward. He stepped forward, slow, to let her anus adjust to being his cock's bitch. To let her stretch over the fat crown, to submit to it, her body distending to fit more and more horsecock.

By the time her clenching asshole had been fully invaded by the flare alone, Gilda was singing, some strange birdsong he couldn't make heads or tails of, except for one fact: she wanted more.

So Bulk gave it to her, grabbing her hips, pressing the balls of his feet to the floor, and lunging forward from his flat hips. Thrust. She was insanely tight around him; even with the stretching, his flare overshadowed his already immense girth in the first place. He was nearly cumming by the time her beaten butt swallowed a foot of his pulsing prick.

It surprised him when she came. It probably shouldn't have, given how she'd reacted to the caning. But cum she did, monstrously strong abs clenching as her pussy quivered around a phantom cock of its own, her voice warbling as she climaxed. Just from less than a third of his mammoth maleness forcing her hips wide and her ass turned into a condom for horsecock. For his cock, alone, now.

That had a more than salutary effect on him. The wild spasms of her body, quads bulging and torso slamming around got his motor running and then some, and he met her orgasm with his own. A huge wad traveled from his balls to force its way into her tailpipe, and before he even had his medial ring at the tight entrance to her increasingly greedy asshole, her belly was already starting to hang low with more than just cock-form distension. Cum, and cum, and cum, a volcano of seed as he whinnied out her name.

Before Gilda could complain about him being too quick on the draw, he gritted his teeth and kept thrusting through his climax. Kept diving his dick into her, forcing it deeper and deeper even as it twitched and leapt in her invaded anus. His hands clapped down around her butt cheeks now, grabbing his fingers deep into the plush padding, following the cane's marks to better stimulate his griffon.

It wasn't like Bulk really softened much. Not with all that griffon ass and belly turned into his private cocksleeve. Not with her thrashing, screaming orgasm driving her wild over his erection. If it lessened, even for a moment, he barely felt it, and soon enough, he was forcing her to overextend again, ravishing her rump with the plumpness of his medial ring.

Another long squeal. "FUCK IT ALL, PONY!" she screamed at him. "Are you actually getting LARGER than when you did my cunt?" For all her cries, she shamelessly ground her ass back at his conquering cock, helping him fill her. Demanding more with every movement position and the chains permitted her.

"Nah," he grunted. "You're just fuckin' tighter than anyfemme I've filled before. But that's ok; just means you serve as a better cocksock, yeah?"

"FUCK YEAH!" Gilda's cries were more than just agreement; she was still climaxing, her core heating up as she thrashed her body back against him. It didn't take him long to hilt in her, his heavy balls rutting right up against her pussy and thighs. He could swear the former almost seared his nuts with how needy, how hot her cunt was; and he couldn't quite swear, but was pretty certain that she was using her quads in the latter to better massage his balls.

He grinned, reaching up to wipe sweat from his forehead. "You like being filled, don'tcha, G?" he grunted in between thrusts. Not bothering to let her do much more than keep squealing her agreement, he went on. "Being turned into a cumdump for a pony." Harder. He fucked her harder, tensing his legs and bracing his hands around her expanded waist to better angle his power into her butt. "Being turned into my cumdump. My property."

As he emptied his nuts for the second time, she could only wail, "Always!" And it was the ride of Bulk's life.