After flying a good distance from Sugarlump Corner, Gideon the Griffon touched down in a tree. He had never been so thoroughly humiliated in all his life. To vent his anger, the griffon slashed the tree's thick trunk with his talons. The 'party' held in his honor did nothing but drive a wedge between him and his former coltfriend. He felt nothing but contempt for the other party goers.

"What a bunch of total dweebs," Gideon said, as he traced his talon across the deep gashes he made in the wood, "Making me look like an asshat in front of Rainbow Blitz."

As he thought about his ex-coltfriend's supple, athletic body, Gideon's griffonhood began to rise.
"Blitz and I are ten times as cool as the rest of those Ponyville pussies put together," he said, angrily, "Now Rainbow hates me; all because of that lame-o party." Gideon let out a melancholy sigh as he began to slowly jerk his shaft.

Though his talons were strong enough to tear through tree trunks, the griffon had learned how to use them to gently stroke his member.

"You always were too cool for this place, Blitzy," Gideon said, longingly, "Whatever happened to us?" The griffon rested his back against the tree and enjoyed a pity masturbation session, more commonly known as wangst.

Gideon's cold, textured bird claws felt amazing against his hot shaft. The griffon moaned as he pictured Blitz's inviting back door.

"What's wrong, Gideon-kun?" the imaginary Blitz taunted as he suggestively wiggled his ass cheeks, "Could it be you're craving my sonic rainbooms?" As was often the case with winged mythical creatures, Gideon's arousal resulted in a massive wingboner.

Precum dribbled down his shaft as the griffon groaned, stroking himself faster. He felt every vein; every fold of skin on his glorious throbbing dick. With his other claw, the griffon started fondling and massaging his furry balls. Gideon's prehensile lion-like tail wrapped itself around the branch where he was sitting.

"Ohh," the griffon moaned as his stimulated member caused euphoric sensations to swell within him. As Gideon continued to play with his balls, he moved his other hand off of his shaft and cupped it around his cock head. Working his privates like a mortar and pestle, the griffon hoped to grind out an orgasm.

As Gideon sensed he was about to cum, he glanced around to make sure nopony was headed his way. When the griffon saw that the coast was clear, he flew up into the sky for a dramatic climax.

Flying with a wingboner is like trying to run with feet that are asleep. The body moves without being able to feel a thing, while giving a tingling sensation at the same time.

As he soared higher, both of Gideon's claws were furiously beating his meat. the griffon strained and grunted; partially from trying to remain airborne, but mostly because he was about to ejaculate.

He closed his eyes and pictured Rainbow Blitz sucking him off.
"Oh, you give the best rainblow jobs," Gideon said, fondly. The griffon imagined the stallion's blue lips making a tight seal around his shaft as the pony's tongue tickled his tip.

"Blitz!" Gideon said, "I'm cumming!" The griffon shot his load as he did an aerial somersault, spraying thick gooey ropes of his bird seed in all directions. Below the griffon, his sticky cum fell upon the grass, like a rain that was rich in protein.

Landing on a cloud, Gideon lay back to enjoy the afterglow of his orgasm. The griffon played with his now-flaccid penis as he thought about Rainbow Blitz. He imagined his coltfriend's firm stallionhood reaming his furry griffon butt. However, once the temporary high faded, the daydreams stopped and Gideon was forced back to his harsh reality.

"It's all that pink pony's fault," Gideon said, as he tore off a small piece of cloud and ripped it to tiny bits, "That butthole ruined everything."

As he sat there sulking, a sly smile crossed Gideon's beak.
"I groove on a good prank as much as the next griffon," he said, sinisterly, "Bubble Berry likes to play pranks, so I'll give him a prank he'll never forget."

It was night at Sugerlump Corner when Gideon came sneaking around outside. The tall, slender Cherry Cake and her stout husband Cheese Cake were off at a plot contrivance convention, leaving Bubble Berry to mind the store in their absence.

The pink stallion was asleep in his upstairs bedroom. He wore bright pink pajamas with a matching pink cap that drooped down on one side of his face.

The sound of gears turning and mechanical grinding woke the pony from his slumber.
"I'm awake!" Berry said, sitting up in a panic. The stallion heard a loud shriek and a thud come from below.
"Bakery bandits!" the pink stallion shouted, "They've come to steal our dough!" The party pony tossed off his pajamas, grabbed a whiffle bat in his mouth and ran downstairs to stop the robbery.

As Berry entered the bakery, he didn't find any thieves. Instead, he found a familiar griffon lying face down on the table. His arms and legs were tied down with ropes as his bottom hung over the edge of the table. The once proud griffon was now humiliated as he lay bound on his stomach presenting himself to the pink pony. Berry set the bat down and slowly approached the intruder.

"Well, it looks like the Cake's security measures are working just fine," Berry said as he circled the table, unable to take his eyes off of the griffon, "So Gideon, what brings you back to my little candy kitchen?"

"Let me go, dick cheese!" the griffon shouted indignantly, "Go screw yourself with a splintered rolling pin!"
"Still a big meanie pants I see," Berry said with a sad sigh, "Maybe you'll be nicer after one of my special private parties..."
"Private...parties?" Gideon asked, hesitantly.

Berry ran a hoof along the immobilized griffon's backside, causing Gideon to shiver. The griffon's long tail twitched nervously as the stallion stared lustfully at the flaccid griffonhood dangling below the table.

"Gee Gideon," Berry said, coyly, "Laying on this table all trussed up makes you look like a turkey."
The horny pony leaned over the table and put his weight on Gideon's back. The pink stallion moved close to whisper in the griffon's ear.
"What do you say we make you a stuffed turkey?" Berry said, threateningly. Gideon let out a loud gulp.

As the pink stallion went back upstairs to get some supplies, the griffon looked around for anything that could help him escape. Gideon struggled against his restraints, but it was no use. He wasn't going anywhere.