Blind Challenge 7

Gilda rapes Pinkie Pie, but things go awry.

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Tears streaming from her magnificent golden eyes, Gilda's wings put as much distance behind her as she possibly could. Flying fast and low over the Everfree Forest, Gilda was furiously intent on leaving all of Equestria behind her in that moment. She worked herself ragged flying fast, not paying attention to wind currents or proper form. The result being she was soon tired out and panting heavily. She didn't care. She was angry. She was sad. She was many, many things, but above all else, Gilda was tired. Exhaustion won out over her feelings, and she found a sturdy-looking branch to light upon.

"Fuckin' ponies." She sniffled, trailing tears down her beak as she panted, trying to regain her breath. "Don't know why I ever became friends with 'em. Dad was right, they're just food anyways." She shook and wiped a claw over her beak, clearing it of tears as she raised her head with another sniffle. "Don't know why I'm crying over this... 'S bullshit." Her breathing finally normalized, but her muscles still ached something fierce. She stretched out with a groan, feeling the tightness in her wings.

"Can't make it home like this. I'm gonna hafta camp out here for the night..." She looked around at the surrounding forest in the setting sun, trying to spot a decent spot to sleep in. She found one a few pine trees over, a decent nest of branches bunched tight to a sturdy trunk. She curled up on a bed of dried needles and was asleep before long. Little did Gilda know, there were things in the Everfree Forest that shouldn't be left alone at night. While she slumbered, a multitude of creatures made their way up the tree and did their jobs, the things they had been designed by evolution to do. She slept through the miniscule stings and bites, though her body was still subject to the multitude of venoms and poisons. Not all of these were malicious in nature, though. Some of them were actually beneficial to some Equestrians. But to Gilda, they had a rather unique effect.

"Hmm..." Morning's first light hit her eyelids, stirring Gilda from her slumber. She stretched out on her makeshift bed, shaking her feathers free of the dry needles as best she could. From there, Gilda went through her regular morning routine. Stretching one leg after the other, followed by her wings, then her claws. Something seemed oddly off, though. Gilda's entire body felt somewhat heated. Maybe she had caught a fever from working so hard? She cursed herself for inefficient flying, flexing her wings once more to ensure she wouldn't be hindered. As she took off into the new day, though, Gilda could tell there was something very wrong... She made it maybe a hundred feet before she had to land again.

"The fuck...?" She looked her body over, trying to pinpoint what it was that was setting her off-balance. It felt like something was dragging her down. She didn't feel very aerodynamic... She felt like there was an extra weight. Something... Something hanging.

Then she saw it.

The poisons kicked into effect, and Gilda's beak spread in a wicked grin. She took off into the sky once more, but instead of heading towards her home, Gilda turned back towards Ponyville.

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"Have a good night, Mr. And Mrs. Cake!" Pinkie Pie beamed at the two ponies she worked for, waving goodbye to the smiling couple as they locked up Sugarcube Corner for the night. She trotted down the dim road, smiling and waving to ponies she knew. She would stop and chat here and there, but for the most part, Pinkie made her way home. When she finally stepped inside, it was with a soft sigh of relief. It had been a relatively long day. As long as a baker's day could be, she supposed. Now, it was time for a healthy dinner and some good rest. Pinkie Pie flicked the light on.

She wasn't alone.

"Hello, Pinkie Pie." The hulking gryphon in her living room certainly hadn't been there when Pinkie left that morning. How she was there now was beyond the pink-maned baker. She froze, eyes wide, at the sight of Gilda sitting on her couch. "Nice of you to leave your door unlocked."

"G-Gilda, what are you doing here?" Pinkie stuttered, slowly backing away from her. Gilda slid off the couch, and something about the way she walked forward seemed off to Pinkie. She didn't know much about gryphons, but nothing should walk that way... Something was wrong with her. Maybe she was hurt. Pinkie swallowed her fear and looked up into Gilda's eyes. "I thought you were gone for good..."

"I came back. Obviously." Gilda hobbled awkwardly in a slow circle around Pinkie, putting herself between the pink earth pony and the only avenue of escape. Pinkie swallowed hard when she finally saw what it was that was making Gilda walk so funny. She knew what it was, too. She had run afoul of it in the Everfree Forest not too long ago.

"Gilda, you're not yourself right now. Trust me, I-"

"Of course I'm myself." Gilda drawled, her claw clicking against the metal of the deadbolt as she threw the lock on Pinkie's front door. They were locked in. Or, more importantly, others were locked out... Pinkie backed towards the kitchen and a hopefully-open window. "I feel fine. Divine, even. Why, I dare say I feel a little..." Gilda turned away from the door, walking towards Pinkie once more. "Vengeful."

"Wh... What?"

"You took my friend from me, Pinkie Pie." Gilda's tone was breathy and high-pitched. Pinkie could tell by the way her eyes were glazed over that the poison was in full effect. A quick glance between her haunches confirmed that she was smitten.Pinkie looked over her shoulder into the kitchen. With a sudden shock of realization, she saw all the windows were closed, blinds drawn, and the locks were likely thrown as well. Gilda had planned ahead. She had probably been here all day. Pinkie knew that under the effects of the poison, she had enough energy to go all night, and a good portion of the next day as well. If she didn't figure a way out of this soon, things might turn out very badly for both of them.

"I think you owe me." Gilda continued her advance. She was grinning now. Pinkie knew well the dirty thoughts running through her mind. "You owe me a friend, Pinkie Pie." Gilda was closing the gap between them. "A good friend." Just as Pinkie was about to open her mouth to reply, a claw shot out and wrapped around her neck. She gagged for a moment, but gasped when Gilda wrenched her off of her hooves. She was soon slammed onto her back, with the gryphon looming over her. "You look so fuckin' delicious. I could just eat you up." Gilda panted, leaning in. Pinkie's eyes were wide as Gilda's thin, rough tongue slid from her mouth. She drooled onto Pinkie's neck for a moment before dragging a slow, sloppy lick up to her ear. She squirmed, but the claw around her neck kept her from moving much at all.

"Delicious." Gilda licked her beak, her wild eyes flashing as she smoothly spread Pinkie's hind legs. Pinkie writhed and fought it as best she could, but Gilda was much too strong to let her get away with much. She watched with wide, horrified eyes as Gilda's hips lowered, guiding her poison-gifted shaft between her own haunches. Squirming and fighting as best she could, which is to say not very well at all, Pinkie couldn't stop the inexorable approach. "Time... To get my revenge." Gilda's dangerous tone guided her own head between Pinkie's lips, spreading her open forcefully. With a wide-eyed gasp, she felt the gryphon's thick shaft plunge as deep into her as it would go, with nothing but Pinkie's feeble squirming to stop it.

"Hnn... You're tight. Just like I thought you'd be. How many times have you done it before, Pinkie?" The claw around her neck loosened enough for Pinkie Pie to choke and gasp for a ragged breath, her body shuddering under the waves of unwanted pleasure.

"S-stop, please."

"HOW MANY?!" Gilda roared, slamming a curled fist into the floor next to her head. Frightened, Pinkie Pie trembled for a moment before offering a reluctant answer.

"Twice."

"Only twice! I'm lucky! Dash had done it with a dozen other mares before I found her! Hah!" Panting hotly, Gilda dropped her hips, slamming the rest of her shaft into Pinkie's core. She was spread to the breaking point, filled front to back with the pulsating, poison-granted length. Gilda started thrusting then, holding Pinkie down with one claw around her neck and another planted beside her head, half-tangled into her mane. Panting and grunting in time with the movements of her hips, Gilda wasn't about to stop on account of Pinkie's pleading expression.

"P-please." Pinkie managed to choke between the crushing grip and the firm thrusts. "S-stop."

"Not yet!" Gilda grunted, driving herself harder into Pinkie's twitching core. "Almost there!" Pinkie shuddered and her eyes closed, knowing what came next. Gilda was drooling obscenely now, the slick strands landing on Pinkie's neck and chest as she was subject to the firm, unloving touch of a vengeful gryphon. "I'm gonna cum!" Gilda panted, thrusting deeper and harder. Pinkie winced from the mixture of pain and pleasure, but didn't protest. It was too late now.

"Last chance." She managed to grunt. "Before she comes out."

"She who?" Gilda panted, though she likely didn't even understand what she was saying.

"Me." The cold, heartless tone accompanied the sudden deflation of Pinkie's obnoxiously-curly mane and tail. Her eyes were cold and calculating now, filled with plenty of pain and hurt for the both of them. Gilda, beyond the point of return, gasped as she let loose a flood of poison-laced sperm into Pinkie's womb. "Hmm. You came inside of me." Pinkamina muttered disinterestedly. "That's a shame..." The poison began to work it's magic on her as well, and she felt the magically-enchanced stallionhood begin to swell from the joint of her navel and pubis. Gilda, exhausted from exerting herself, was in no position to stop her. With just a few smooth, expert movements, Pinkamina swept Gilda's legs from underneath her and rolled on top.

"Oof!" Gilda landed on the floor heavily, shuddering as she looked up at Pinkamina with a frightened expression. She was no longer in control. This cold, dull pink mare was now. What's more, the length swinging between her hindlegs was intimidating and already oozed poison-laced cum. "Wh... What are you doing?" She squirmed, but Pinkamina's hooves rested on her chest, keeping her pinned. Gilda wasn't going anywhere.

"There's only one way to get rid of this." Pinkamina growled, leaning in until her lips were just above Gilda's beak.

"You've got to burn it off."

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"Words cannot express..." Gilda muttered quietly, rubbing her wrist as Pinkie unwound the rope from them. "How sorry I am..."

"Hey, it's no biggie!" Pinkie beamed as she began to coil the rope that had not two minutes prior been holding Gilda aloft in her bedroom. "You just gotta watch out for the little yellow guys with the big horns! They give you a dick when they sting you!" Pinkie tied the knot off on the rope and began pulling at the straps of her harness. The leather slipped off of her sweat-slicked coat easily, falling in a creaking heap to the floor.

"Last time I ever fall asleep in the Everfree forest..." Gilda muttered.

"Hehe. I learned that lesson the hard way, too. Good thing Zecora was around to help me out." Pinkie began to scoop all the various and assorted toys that had been used in all of the best ways over the course of the night. Her mane had re-inflated to it's curly, bouncy state from what it had been under the influence of her altar-ego.

"Heh. Good thing you knew what to do then. If it had been somepony else, I... I don't know what I would have done..." Gilda grimaced as she lifted one of her legs, testing the weak muscles tentatively. "Ugh. I'm not gonna walk straight for a week..."

"Probably two." Pinkie bubbled, dropping the vibrators and dildos into a bin she pulled from under her bed labeled 'Dirty.'

"Hey, Pinkie?" Gilda asked, blinking as she looked around at all the gear that had been laid out and used in one way or another. "Where the hell did you get all this stuff?"

"Twilight's kind of a fanatic. She got me hooked a little after my own little run-in with the yellow bug." Pinkie muttered, looking down at the crumpled harness. "She's gonna be mad when I return it to her like this..."

"Huh. Say, Pinkie..." Gilda lifted a double-ended dildo, hefting the thick plastic toy playfully. "Ever use any of this stuff on Dash?" Pinkie paused, a spider gag still dangling from her mouth as she was about to toss it in with the other dirty gear. She and Gilda looked at one another for a few long moments.

After a long pause, Pinkie Pie just smiled.