WHOA WOW, THIS ONE! This one really was a doozy and for now, I'm thinking of taking a break from action for now. also, my editor ninetailbeastball hasn't fully proofread and will have a final update once he's finished.

major thanks and idea's to my editor ninetailbeastball. thank you so much for all your hard work

In life sometimes you can’t always judge a group because of a few rotten apples. Not all creatures are as evil as some said to be.

That you learned as the year began. After you returned home from the New Year’s Eve party with King Leo’s family, it was back to your original work. Just like the year before, you were putting your hopes that you’d get through with at least a little less chaos, but you couldn’t get those hopes up since life tends to bite you in the ass.

Now, as you woke up to try and start the day, you sadly had a hard time rising from the bed. Once you rubbed the blur out of your eyes, you saw that Morning Grey was sitting on top of you with a sly smile.

“Good morning, handsome,” she giggled and leaned down to give you your first kiss for the day. It wasn’t a simple peck, and as you explored each other’s mouths, you reached around to give her a soft spank on a bubbly butt, making her moan against your lips.

“Morning to you too, beautiful,” you chuckled, finding that you couldn’t care less about why she was in your room so early. Your eyes then drifted to her growing belly. Oh, how you wanted to cry with happy tears for your approaching foal. Morning caught your eye, and rubbed her belly with a blissful sigh. Even though she’s had her share of morning sickness and mood swings the last few months, it wasn’t nearly enough to make her regret getting pregnant with your foal.

“So love, how’s our little angel doing this fine day?” you asked, reaching up to rub her stomach. For a second, you thought you could feel a small heart beat.

“The darling has been doing a wonderful job with giving Mommy here her share of stress. Be honest with me, handsome, am I getting fat?” she asked, looking you in the eye. She’s had her concerns about her weight even before you got her pregnant.

Reaching up you switch her around as you pinned her back against the bed. You spread her legs over as your groin was pressing against hers. “Oh don’t worry about that, love... I have a thing for chubby mares who are itching for a good time.” Reaching down, you began to trace your lips against her neck, causing the mature mare to gasp.

‘Oh Celestia... My husband never acted like this, even before our daughters were born...!’ Morning’s mind shivered in delight as you moved your lips down to her bra, using your teeth to rip it off like a wild animal tearing off flesh.

“To answer your question, you are getting fat... but only where it MATTERS...” Being careful not to apply pressure to her stomach as you laid close to her, you squeezed one of Morning’s watermelon-sized breasts in order to prove your point. You swore they were getting bigger because of the baby, and you saw tiny droplets of milk.

“Flatterer...” she said through a moan as you sucked on her nipple and rubbed against her clothed crotch. Even with her pants still on, she was shivering like the room was freezing as you worked on her sensitive parts. If you were going to have sex, however, you would have to be gentle with her stomach so you wouldn’t end up hurting your defenseless foal in the process of your fun.

Unfortunately, just when you were about to reach for her pants, you had a familiar guest step out from the shadows. You fell out of the bed and looked to see that your unannounced visitor was Dark Wind, the same assassin who helped you with Sapphire Shores’ tyrant of a father after she moved in.

“Forgive me for the intrusion, Sire...”

Quickly getting up, you made sure to cover the semi-hard member that was poking in your boxers. “Can I help you, Dark Wind?” you asked, stifling the urge to kill since you, especially when you were playing with your loved ones, hated ponies popping in unannounced.

The unicorn assassin got down on one knee. “Once again I apologize, but your presence is needed in the grand hall.” He looked up and saw Morning Grey. “Also, I would like to congratulate you on your baby, madam.”

‘Master was bound to summon me for training sooner or later,’ you sighed. Once your throat was clear, you thanked Dark Wind and ordered him to return to the grand hall. With another bow, he backed away and disappeared into the shadows in the corner.

“Sweetie, who was that?” Morning asked, a bit disturbed by his methods of appearing and disappearing through the darkness.

“Let’s just say the princesses aren’t the only ones with special forces. Aside from the royal solar guards and royal lunar strikers, I have my own guards.”

“Ooohhhh, fancy since he looked as mysterious as you,” she giggled, pressing her glorious bosom against your arms as she leaned on you.

You smiled as you turned around. “You horny devil... When it comes to what turns me on, you mares can read me like a book.” You pressed her back on the bed and kissed her cheek. “Oh, how far we’ve come...”

“Indeed, handsome...” she whispered, caressing both sides of your face with hands full of motherly love. “I remember like it was yesterday when we met in Las Pegasus. You were simply adorable, complimenting and sleeping with an old mare to get a hotel room. You were so worried about getting me pregnant since you were already concerned about sweet little Sapphire, but you finally brought yourself to put a bun in my mature oven last Nightmare Night. Glory simply won’t stop talking about it!”

“Who can blame her? Her best friend is going to give her grandson a new brother or sister.”

You shared a small laugh before you decided it was time to take it to the next level. Your member was already hard enough and with Morning spreading her legs to welcome, you couldn’t help but stick the tip into her marehood.

“Don’t tease an old lady, darling... We both know it won’t hurt the baby so just shove it in already,” she demanded.

As you were about to penetrate her itching marehood, but fate was such a bitch sometimes.

“Oh your highness are you awa-” Maidenline’s loyalty to the crown had no bounds, however, her instantly coming in without knocking seemed to be different. She wasn’t alone, as Silk came in to see why her co-worker paused.

“Ooohhh, your highness, having fun again are we?” Silk giggled as she got a great view of your backside. You sent them a glare, but wondered why you were so naive as to leave the door unlocked in the first place.

“W-We’ll come back...” Maidenline muttered while blushing, but you pulled out of Morning with lightning speed and rushed over to your reckless maids before they could so much as touch the knob.

“Come here you two...” You led them to the bed and wasted no time pinning them to the mattress with Morning after their clothes were off. Morning, who at first was angry at the intrusion, was now giggling as she watched the two maids receive a well-deserved punishment for forgetting to knock before coming in.

With clothes off, all three mares’ moans of pleasure echoed the room as you gave them each a good, thorough pounding. Maybe you didn’t regret leaving the door unlocked after all.

*few hours later*

You did some stretches to pop your back once you made it to the training grounds. While you had your job as a king and a masseur, you still managed to keep up with your training as a master assassin. You did make sure to let your fellow assassins know you weren’t ready to carry such a mantle, but all the assassins you trained and worked with looked up to you. Whether they admired you as their leader or an idol that would destroy the darkness that plagues these lands, you couldn’t afford to slack off.

Heading to the secret panel to the Blade family training grounds, you made sure to fit yourself with the proper attire. Each assassin had a unique style to fit their personality, and you made sure to learn the types that suit each assassin.

To keep it short you learned that those who are heavy hitters like earth ponies, minotaures and any heavy hitter types have a more mixture between armor and leather as their favorite weapons would be battle axes, heavy swords and a few large shield type weaponry gives them more protection close range then most. For agile assassins with leather and silk and cloth mixture their armors are easy to dodge and maneuver and give some kind of protection against enemies. While their weapons are more daggers and short swords they still have the strength and courage as many of their other brothers.

Armor such as yours was a mixture of both heavy and agile, which made it seem like foot soldier armor. A combination of leather, steel and heavy cloth, this armor gave whomever was wearing it enough agility and protection to keep their insides from spilling out, and also made it possible to dodge.

After putting on some training gear that was similar to those who were starting off, you made sure your gauntlet blades had no resistance in sheathing the blade. Seeing your blade shine and sharp to the touch, you fixed your shoulder armor and covered your face with your hood. You did have a few daggers and tomahawks strapped to your back and sides as your main weapons hung out ready.

Standing in the middle of a large training ground arena, several of the new assassins watched from outside the arena, while Master Antique stood in the middle of a large stage with one arm raised.

You made sure all your weapons were secure, double checking each blade as you awaited your mentor’s signal. That signal was given when Antique brought his arm down.

On cue, several test dummies sprung out, and you, without hesitation, threw several of your daggers at the dummies. The blades would either hit the targets on the chest or head, and you kept up the assault, throwing a few more tomahawks, as you dashed through.

Racing along a wooden platform, you ran on a few walls as you jumped over to stab a couple more dummies in the back. Once that was done, you looked up at a large three story platform that helped train assassins to climb different terrains. Each side was constructed for a different climbing aspect, however, you elected to take the easy path.

Your wings were strapped to prevent cheating, but that didn’t matter since you’ve been working on a new ability that you acquired back at the mountains with a certain daring adventurer.

While the gem in your gauntlet felt like it belonged there, you were still rusty at using it like your father did. Fortunately, a little practice was just what you needed to get you started. With a little concentration and careful thinking, you were able to use the gem to conjure up a shadow figure. Practically looking in a mirror, the shadow-like presence appeared in front of you as he stood in front of the large platform.

All the trainees watched in amazement as the shadow figure waited for an order. Racing over, you gave the shadow telepathic commands, and he cupped his hands as he awaited you to jump. You did just that, and when you landed in his palms, you were temporarily amazed at how solid the shadow felt before he launched you into the air.

Like being tossed by a minotaur, you were launched straight and over the platform. ‘Mother of Luna... These shadow figures are strong as hell!’ you mentally awed as you looked down at the shadow standing in the middle.

You proceed through to the platform as you had one more obstacle before your training was done. Reaching out the end, you looked down as one more target stood in the middle of the drop. You took a deep breath as you dove down, with gauntlet blade out, you lunged out as your blade made contact with the target. Landing on the dummy, you pulled your blade out as you looked at Antique and bowed in respect.

Antique however shook his head. “You’ve gotten better, there’s no doubt about that. But your skills still need more training.” He sighed as he saw that a firm explanation was in order.

You listened to Antique, who went on about how he was genuinely impressed by your improvements, but that your blade throwing seemed to be off and you needed to work less on dramatics and more takedowns. You acknowledged this, as a true assassin isn’t worried about taking down your targets with style, or at least not as much as they are in making sure they pull off a successful execution.

“May I make up for my mistake and try again please?” you asked, wiping your forehead.

Antique raised a hand. “There’s no need. Mistakes are only natural. Besides, you’ve exceeded in your training far better than we all expected, but even so, your body needs to heal. You’ve done enough for tonight, so please go and get some rest.” Antique turned to the rest of the assassins, who met their mentor’s gaze and bowed. You joined in as you tapped your chest with your fist as he dismissed you all.

Walking out of training grounds, you were greeted by several assassins who wanted to meet you and compliment your skills. You were grateful to them all and you reassured them that you had room to improve just like the rest of the warriors who looked up to you. A leader whose blade was as sharp as his wit and who was as strong as a mountain. A father figure who took care and cherished those who lived, followed and fought beside you. Most of all, you were a beacon of light that would never extinguish, no matter what your enemies throw at you.

You finished thanking everypony for their praise and withdrew from the training grounds. While they were still remodeling the building, you knew enough about the Blade family assassins guild to find your way around. Nonetheless, there was something you needed to check before you could head to the armory.

Passing through the common quarters and the treasury, there was a room that served as your own personal quarters. While not as cozy as your room at home, there was one thing you couldn’t help devoting a few minutes worth of attention to. Your father’s armor set, standing proud and tall in front of you, was still incomplete as the armor’s pieces were still lost in unknown regions of the world.

You hoped to follow in your father’s footsteps and hoped that you could compete and wear the armor one day not just for your father’s memory, but to protect your loved ones. Gliding your fingers against the cloth, you didn’t even realize that you had a guest in your room.

“Pardon me, Sire?” You snapped out of your moment of admiration as one of your assassins came up to you with a scroll in his hand. “This just came in for you, Your Majesty. Apparently, it’s from the queen of Griffonstone.”

‘Gliefe’s writing to me? This should be good.’ You thanked him for the letter and opened it to read the following:

Opening the letter it read:

Dear king of Equestria

As you know, our time together has had several ups and downs, as neither myself nor my husband saw a reason to share a good relationship with other lands. Before and after our kingdom’s founding, the ponies and griffons have been at each other’s throats, and even signing a peace treaty only took us so far.

While my husband might be against it, I now wish to strengthen the ties between our kingdoms especially after how good you were to me and my sister during the last meeting.

For your services and to improve the strength of our alliance, my husband and I would like to personally invite you to a luxurious dinner in the comfort of the castle.

“Dinner with the rulers of the Griffon Kingdom?” you spoke your thoughts out loud. ‘Did Pinkie add something to the pancakes she made today?’ You actually read the letter five times so you could process that it actually said what it did. Being invited to Griffonstone, the heart of griffon territory for a casual dinner was enough to raise anyone’s eyebrow.

While you were at it, you reminded yourself that the griffon king had it in for you, and gave you more letters than you could count, containing... death threats. With that being the case, you’d be taking a big risk since you couldn’t possibly forget how much lust you put in Gliefe’s eyes when the Town Hall meeting concerning the trade turned into an orgy.

Though your mind was conflicted on whether or not you should go. You knew little to nothing about Griffonstone, and when it came to a few of the locals, they refused to explain the livelihood and history of their own home. Hell, Gilda warned you never to ask what her youth was like before she met Rainbow Dash.

Turning to the latter for details, all RD could tell you was that Gilda was a shy one back in flight camp, but Rainbow didn’t know much about her family. Pretty much all she learned was that they came from some very high status and that neither of her parents made her feel safe. Of course, until Gliefe came to Ponyville, neither you nor Rainbow Dash knew that Gilda was technically a princess.

‘I... I need some time to think...’ You decided to let your assassins know you were going back to your home.

The rest of your day was spent relaxing and playing with Nocturnal Night and your other foals until it was time for dinner. Enjoying the lovely spread Cherry prepared, you showed Luna, who along with Tia had already beaten you to the dining room, the letter that was delivered from Griffonstone. Sitting beside you, Luna thoroughly read Gliefe’s handwriting before passing it to her sister.

“Tia, Luna, what do you think?” you asked, taking note of how hard the sisters were staring at the invitation.

Celestia’s face scrunched up as she read the letter at least three times. While she tried to be fond of many of the other rulers she’s worked with over the centuries, she, however, had always stayed cautious when it came to other neighboring countries. For Griffonstone in particular, she had to put more caution on them compared to the other alliances.

“They’re asking you to come alone, but please don’t take that literally, beloved,” she insisted. “Take at least a few guards, just in case.”

You wanted to reassure her that you could take care of yourself, but that would be a lie—even with all your skills, armor, and weapons, you wouldn’t be able to take on an army of sharp-clawed, hot-tempered griffons by yourself without cost. For sure, Jade Star would be coming along for the ride since she was your royal protector and was itching to bust some skulls. Plus, you could imagine she wanted to see Gliefe’s sister Gara to reenact some... excitement.

Setting aside the lewd lesbian thoughts to focus on who else should tag along, you figured that inviting Gilda would most likely end in disaster since she and her parents never saw eye-to-eye. You learned the hard way when you gave Gilda her first massage that she was a victim of abuse, but she always dodged the topic—whatever happened to her was enough to make her move to Cloudsdale.

You asked Luna and Tia what they could tell you about Griffonstone—you hardly knew anything about it, so you naturally wanted some pointers to know what you were getting yourself into.

It turned out the sisters didn’t feel welcome in Griffonstone, and on the rare occasions they paid a visit, the citizens made their avarice clear since they knew the alicorns were LOADED. While it was a painful confession, Celestia revealed that she learned from experience that griffons could be even worse than badland diamond dogs when her carriage was stripped of all its gold and her guards were hospitalized when they attempted to apprehend the thieves.

Ever since that fiasco, the sisters have been twice as precautious in trips into griffon territory. Another idea came to mind just then and Luna mentioned that there were some residents from Griffonstone who could give you a basic understanding of the kingdom. She materialized a scroll to write down the names.

After she handed you the scroll, you looked through the list and saw that some of these griffons actually lived close to you. Feeling like luck was on your side for now, you saw that a visit was in order and finished eating.

Once you were nice and full, you appreciated how nice Celestia and the weather pegasi made it today as you left to meet with the locals. One particular resident that you had plans to visit was a middle-aged griffon who still looked young and beautiful, and was able to get by without any trouble. Her name was Goneita, and she lived a few feet from your mansion—while your house was out in the fields, about 8 minutes away from the spa, Goneita was almost too close to the Everfree Forest, which she converted part of for her work.

From what you heard, she was a beekeeper, and the reason she kept her distance from Ponyville was because of how sensitive her bees were. You were always cautious when you saw a bee flying around, but Fluttershy reassured you that they were actually sential creatures who would only attack if their queen was threatened or provoked.

Knocking on the door, you were soon greeted by a griffon whose fur patterns were exactly the same as a snow leopard’s. Goneita’s face had some age to it, but nobody out here cared.

“Can I help you?” she asked as you stood in front of her doorway. Just from listening to her tone, you realized that her temperament was unusually polite compared to the rest of her brethren—it was like a mixture of Fluttershy’s sweetness and Rarity’s manners.

You got straight to the point and explained to Goneita that you needed to learn a little about Griffonstone since you were going to pay a visit tomorrow.

Goneita’s expression changed from curious, to shocked, to disgust as she shuddered a bit. She invited you inside, where her home had a more modern, but nevertheless farm beekeeping style with various bees flying around. Her daughter and son-in-law were over in Trottingham for business and her grand-chicks had turned in for the night, giving you and Goneita the privacy to talk in the living room.

“Please help yourself, dear.” She brought out some honey and tea for you to enjoy while she began her tale of living amongst her fellow griffons. No part of Griffonstone felt safe from crime. Whether you were wealthy or poor, young or old, or even single or married, no griffon was safe. She explained that griffons were always at each other’s throats, but when it came to gold, it was bound to become a bloodbath. When Goneita was growing up, she lost count of how many times her precious liquid gold had been stolen and sometimes sold to others. The hatchlings, unfortunately, grew up with nasty habits, too, such as killing her bees for sports.

After they matured, some of those hatchlings actually apologized for their misdeeds and blamed the city for their actions. Although Goneita knew one’s environment wasn’t always at fault and she personally blamed the Griffonstone monarch for letting it escalate to this point.

“I have to warn you, dearie, if you insist on going to Griffonstone, you’d best leave before nightfall. That’s when the REAL evil comes out.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you for your time. It warms my heart to know you have a nice place to live after what you went through.” You tried to get up but the middle-aged griffon reached across the small table and touched your knee.

“Please let me finish. I strongly advise that you don’t go through with visiting that city unless it’s for something important,” she insisted as she set her tea down with a small frown. She stood up to grab a photo off the small counter and presented it to you. You looked at the photo, which showed her a bit younger with a single female hatchling, along with a male lion griffon with silver feathers.

“I lost my mate when a gang wanted the keys to our home, and my little Ginger was left with a horrible scar across her eye when she accidentally bumped into a drunk. Thank goodness she not only survived, but found a mate who didn’t care about such blemishes. I vowed then that I would want no more part of the Griffon Kingdom,” she stated as you looked over at the portrait of the loving family that was destroyed.

You expressed your condolences, but Goneita cut you off. “Don’t blame yourself... It’s the monarch who allowed Griffonstone to fall into ruin. Even before the idol of Boreas was lost, signs were already showing that the peace was fragile. Losing the idol was the last straw, and it’s been like we griffons depended on cruelty in order to survive.”

She sat back down and sighed. “As soon as I earned enough bits and stashed it away, we moved to settle in Trottingham before coming to Ponyville a few years later. I’ve already decided that even though it’s my birthplace, I’m never going back to Griffonstone.”

You saw yourself in no position to interrupt—learning about the griffon king’s nature felt like you were living in New York City again. A city that had already died before it became how it is today. Some say it’s the beacon of society while others deem that pure evil lingered in the community shadows. You knew what it was like to survive in the dirty ends, and it was only after you left that you were actually living rather than surviving.

Clenching your fist, you reassured her without hesitation that as the king, you would provide her whatever protection she needed; your guards weren’t around just for show. She was inclined to agree.

“Oh, believe me darling, I once saw one of the royal guard mares take on three drunk minotaurs without suffering so much as a scratch. And to think my fellow griffons are ridiculous enough to say a pony couldn’t protect a mouse from a mousetrap or some other nonsense.”

You brought her into a hug, which she accepted. And even though she was a well-endowed mature griffon whose breasts matched AJ’s or maybe even Fluttershy’s, you didn’t get an erection because you were truly committed to comforting your host.

Looking outside where Luna’s moon was shining bright, you thanked her for her time and decided to head out to get some rest, but leaving was that simple. The moment you stood up, Goneita grabbed your pants and wrapped her arms around your waist so she was directly touching your crotch.

“Please don’t push me away... Surely a compassionate king like yourself can sympathize with this old widow enough to keep her company...”

You gulped. “Well, yeah... You have my condolences, but... what about your grand-chicks? If they found out about-” It was of no concern to Goneita, who allowed you to watch her breasts smush together because of how big they were.

“Oh, don’t be like that... I haven’t slept with a single soul since my mate died... And I can see it in your eyes that you can look past the risk of being caught...”

You could see that the word of your sexual escapades had reached your friendly griffon resident, and possibly almost every female in Equestria. One thing was for certain, you couldn’t leave the nice griffon lady hanging after she went as far as to dig up her painful memories to help you prepare for your trip.

“So... are you-” Goneita quickly bombarded you with a deep kiss, marking the first time in years that she’s made out with a young stud. Managing to chuckle into the kiss, you grabbed hold of one of her giant breasts.

After toying with her feathery bosom for a little while longer, you lifted the mature griffon bridal style to take the kissing and other excitement upstairs. There, she didn’t waste any more time in pulling off her annoying clothes, and you did the same. Locking the door for good measure, you escorted the older griffon to her bed before you decided to find out what her breasts tasted like.

‘Oh... Oh, honey pots...!’ Goneita was losing her mind as you got to work on her sensitive nipples. They had a delectable flavor of honey that made you feel refreshed since you enjoyed a little honey and milk in your coffee. Coming from a beekeeper, however, one who enjoyed sampling her own products, you knew you were going to come by more often.

Tracing your tongue further down, you stopped at her pussy, as you wanted to enjoy making her purr as much as you wanted to enjoy her juices.

“OH GREAT WIND GODS PLEASE DON’T STOP!” Goneita screeched, holding your head tight as you worked hard on her marehood. You had to pull out eventually to breathe, but within a few seconds, you found yourself making out with the beautiful GILF griffon. Swapping saliva, she decided to take charge—she flipped you over to see that your manhood was nice and ready, and she stuck out to rub her juices against the base and tip of your member.

“Listen here, darling... I have chosen the peaceful life of a beekeeper, but... I don’t want you to be gentle...” She wanted to kiss you again, but your lips went somewhere else. With a quick flash of red in your eyes, you latched onto her neck and started chewing on the spot. You heard her loud and clear that she didn’t want you to be gentle, and you were simply granting her wish.

“Oh... Oh my...!” she gasped as you bit and pulled on her feathery neck.

Watching you work, she shivered at your touch, coating more of your member with her juices as she felt your teeth against her neck. That coincidence worked to your favor—now that your member was lubed with her juices, Goneita smiled and decided to help you out... by dropping down on top of you to get your entire member in one go!

Both of you gasped in unison at the sudden drop, which made it clear that she wasn’t lying about being left out on some sexual activity for years. In fact, she was so tight that she could easily be mistaken for a virgin.

It was going to be a night that would remind you what even kind griffons were capable of. For what felt like hours, you enjoyed how Goneita wrapped herself around you as you rode her marehood like it was the end of the world. Being this close to her, her fur and body made it feel like you were bucking a large marshmallow—everything from her breasts to her ass would jiggle wildly to the rhythm of your thrusts.

Normally, you would sense that Luna was going to be jealous to know you were taking another MILF. By some miracle, you would be able to persuade her to keep her mouth shut.

*the next morning*

As you bid Goneita goodbye and looked up to watch the sun being raised by Celestia, you figured she and Luna would piece together why you didn’t come home last night. Heading home, it didn’t take long as you entered your balcony and into your empty room. Well, somewhat empty, as Luna was sitting on your bed with a smirk on her lips as she looked up from the book she was writing in.

“Should I do the honors of adding Ms. Goneita to the list of mares you’ll be frequently visiting?” she asked, raising her eyebrows up and down. It was a rhetorical question, and she added Goneita’s name to the book without an answer.

With your face turning red, Luna couldn’t help but laugh. She assured you though that she could keep a secret by telling the ponies you weren’t home because you were helping her with her nightly duties. You were grateful, but you sensed that your princess would want something in return. If she did have such demands, it would have to wait until later—the maids had already finished packing and loading you and Jade’s luggage in a carriage for the departure. The ride to Griffonstone would take 3 hours, give or take, so you might as well get some food in your stomach before leaving.

Kissing Luna’s cheek, you decide to take a shower and get into a clean set of clothes. However, once you got out of the bathroom and changed, you saw that somepony- no some-griffon had snuck into your room and was now sitting smugly on your bed.

“Got something you’d like to tell me, stud?” Gilda asked with one leg dangling over the other.

“W-What... How... Gilda, what are you doing here?” you stuttered. She got off the bed and looked at you with a smirk.

“Don’t play the dumbass. Dash told me everything last night while you were away. You didn’t honestly think you’d be sneaking off to Griffonstone without me, did ya?”

Before you knew it, she had shoved you to the floor, taking your wrists in her claws. “I... I just didn’t want you reliving your nightmares...”

“Oh don’t give me that crap!” she scoffed and tightened her grip on your arms. “Who better to protect you from griffon royalty than me? I know Mom sent you that letter, and that spells trouble.”

You let out another sigh. “Granted, but the last thing I need to do is add fire to a burning oil drum.”

Her grip tightened once more, and you thought your arm was going to break. “Oh, come on, stud. I’m not THAT bad.” She let go of your arm as she returned to sitting on your bed.

“Last time I mentioned your family, you threatened to use me as a claw tree,” you stated.

She opens her mouth as she tries to speak again as you give her the blank stare. “Well that was... you know...”

“Look Gilda, I’m bringing Jade Star with me and I’ll only be gone for a day. In fact, Celestia and Luna-”

Instead of berating you, Gilda exercised a different way of arguing with you by pressing her beak against your lips. The message got through. No matter how much you said ‘no’, she wasn’t going to let you see her parents without her.

You slowly brought her down into your embrace and rubbed the top of her feathery head “...Alright, you can come you stubborn little bitch,” you relented, using the very unusual term of endearment you invented just for her. Gilda smirked and chewed on your earlobe gently.

“Stubborn? Look who’s talking! It took a good kiss to make you change your mind, you awkward pervert!”

After a few more minutes of cuddling, you got settled in the carriage with Gilda and Jade. What you didn’t know, however, was that it was actually a party of four... as Nightmare Rarity was tagging along, nice and snug within the confines of your mind. It was just a little trick she inherited from Nightmare Moon.

‘It was almost too easy to sneak in here. There’s no way I’m missing this action.’

‘Hey! This isn’t a hotel you lard ass! Move it or lose it!’ your werewolf spirit groaned at the sudden intrusion in his host’s mind.

‘LARD ASS?! WHO THE BUCK ARE YOU?!’

‘His other form! You’ve got a lot to learn if you think there’s only one spirit in this retard’s body!’ he exclaimed as Nightmare Rarity looked at the other inhabitant.

‘Just how many souls are in this body... Wait..’ The lascivious demon lost interest in what other spirits were inside this vessel when she eyed the beast from top to bottom and saw how big and muscular he was. ‘If you’re the king’s alter ego... how big is your cock?’

You, of course, had no idea what was going on in your head. Already packed and ready, you knew it’d be best to stop halfway out of the city, and you already decided to stay in the lovely town called Sleepy Manurva after the dinner. Gilda was game, as that town is like Ponyville but is known for its large river and large mango plantation.

Traveling across the land, you killed your boredom by striking a conversation with Jade while Gilda got comfortable on her back. At some point during the discussion, Jade revealed her trusty war mace. Of course, you questioned her choice of weapon, as it seemed a bit... excessive. She countered your question with a question and pointed to the tomahawk you carry.

“Sire, shouldn’t you have brought that sword Princess Celestia gave you for Hearth’s Warming Eve instead of a lawn keeping tool?” You grumbled at the way she was demeaning your taste of weaponry.

Gilda smirked and pointed at Jade with her thumb. “I like this one.”

The three of you took it easy the last couple of hours and thanks to that, none of you panicked when the driver announced that you had arrived. Looking out the window, you scrunched up to see that Gilda and Goneita weren’t kidding. It practically looked like a hurricane came by and wrecked the whole city. The skies weren’t much better even, as you saw many griffons screeching at each other, and some of them ended up crashing into houses after losing the recent fight.

You were a bit startled as one griffon appeared at the side of your chariot and almost blew your eardrums out with the screech that came from the eagle side of their species.

“WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING BASTARD!” he screamed as he flew away.

Jade wanted to get up and change the stranger’s face, but she felt your hand on her shoulder.

“Like the hospitality, dweeb?” Gilda asked as she sighed at how hotheaded her kind could be. You didn’t necessarily like to compare, but they might be just as bad diamond dogs.

“Now is not the time to get cute, Gilda,” you replied, keeping your hand on Jade until you were certain she would control herself.

You waited as you could see most of the houses upper towards the large golden kingdom. Most of the houses in the upper part of the city looked more stable, as some of the houses you learned were made from stronger branches. Even so, you were perceptive enough to spot a few poorly patched holes on a few of the roofs. Suffice to say, none of these homes could compare to the upcoming castle.

With your beloved Celestia’s sun standing tall, you were easily blinded by how much of the castle was encased in gold. The rest of the structure seemed to be made of cobblestone, and some of the pillars stood tall and made of pure marble.

‘God... And they said Canterlot castle took too much in the precious material department. They clearly haven’t visited Griffonstone,’ you thought as you landed down in the courtyard. You were impressed that your carriage wasn’t attacked by robbers, as Goneita had explained that a griffon could and would attack at any time of the day because of the level of their greed.

Your chauffeur told you he would return in a few hours, as you already planned to spend the night elsewhere. No one was being racist, but you all understood that spending even one night in this city was practically a death sentence. Collecting your stuff, you gave your driver some bits so he could fuel and rest up, and he took off while he still felt it was safe to do so.

“Alright, spill it,” Gilda scoffed and poked your cheek. “What’s the story between you and my mother? I know how her mind works, and she wouldn’t have invited you on a whim.”

You gulped as you tried to think of something less... accurate. Confessing to the princess of the Griffon Kingdom that you banged her mother would probably land you in the morgue in 2 minutes tops.

“Believe or not Gilda... it’s more of a mutual agreement and trying to boost morality between the two kingdoms.” you half lied as Gilda shook her head.

“My kind lost all morality long ago. Even before I was born.”

“Don’t say that. Just because something is lost doesn’t mean it can’t be found,” you reassured her as you hoped this visit would boost it. “I mean, look how you turned out.”

Walking up to the front of the large castle, both Jade and Gilda stayed behind with a feeling of uncertainty in their guts as they stared at you.

Walking up the steps, you were greeted by two large griffon guards decorative in their homeland colors.

“It’s been a long time... Princess,” one of the guards brought his fist to his chest, saluting Gilda.

She saluted them in return. “At ease guards. We’re here to see my mother...” She put a lot of venom in the word ‘mother’.

“She’s in the throne room. May we assist in-”

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll guide our guests to the throne room myself,” Gilda stated as they opened the doors.

As if the outside didn’t have enough gold, you were taken aback by how much the interior made up for it. Every aspect, every tile, hell, every piece of pottery, column, and even some of the window stills were covered in a golden color.

‘Holy hell! I knew griffons loved gold, but this is too much!’ Keeping it in your head so as not to offend Gilda as she escorted you to the throne room, you wondered how long you could look at all this shiny gold before you went blind.

The throne room was as large as the throne room in Canterlot, as every step, and even the rugs were a golden color. Up above, you could see two large golden thrones, one of which sat a griffon who caught your eye.

It was Queen Gliefe, with her sister and trusted general Gara Glaive standing beside her.

Walking up, you bowed to the queen, but Jade and Gilda didn’t budge. You figured Gilda was royalty and technically didn’t need to bow for her mother, but you did tell Jade to follow your lead. Of course, your proud lieutenant wasn’t fond of the idea, but she knew you were giving her a direct order and complied.

“Queen Gliefe, it’s an honor to see you again,” you smiled as you looked up. Things were already looking ugly as you predicted, for Gilda was staring at her mother and aunt with daggers in her eyes. The latter winked at Jade, but frowned when she saw how her niece was giving her such a nasty glare.

You knew the drill and stopped the violence before it could even begin by getting in between Gilda and Gara. While Gara stayed where she was, Gliefe rose from her throne, and her huge breasts bounced in her expensive looking gown as she walked down the golden steps. You could feel the pressure of each step, as they showed signs of her royal status.

Once she was face-to-face with you, she gave a small bow of her own. “It’s so nice that you accepted my invitation. And the fact that you got my daughter here to come along makes it even better.”

“He didn’t want me to come, you old hag...” Gilda growled. “I made the decision by myself so I could protect the king here from whatever sick little game you and that fat f@ck of a father have in mind!”

Gliefe sighed as she refused to call her ‘mother’. “Mind your manners. Are you honestly going to speak to your mother like that after all these years, daughter?”

You didn’t speak as both Gilda and Gliefe stared at each other. “A mother of your experience would be damned lucky she’s being spoken to at all!”

‘Oh! I felt that one...’ You turned your head, both stunned and flabbergasted at how much Gilda’s comment must have hurt.

Everyone cooled down, though you had to keep Jade on a tight leash as you could see her stare daggers at Gara. If you didn’t know any better, now that the meeting memories were flooding back, you’d say your captain here was pissed because Gara managed to dominate her last time.

Gliefe then mentioned her husband King Galian, who you prayed wouldn’t be attending the dinner as you don’t need your enemy here. While you didn’t actually admit he was your enemy to your family, deep down, you understood that the two of you didn’t share the same ambitions, and your ideals and passions were completely different too.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. My husband is busy right now, but dinner is at 6 so make yourself at home until then.”

“No offense, but I don’t intend to turn this visit into some kind of interrogation,” you said with conviction.

Gliefe looks at you questionably. “Interrogation? Has my daughter been messing with your head, Your Highness?”

She insisted before anyone had the chance to take that this was just a friendly gathering to help boost morale between Griffonstone and Equestria. If there was anyone she couldn’t convince, it was Gilda, who scoffed out loud.

Ignoring that interruption, Gliefe turned to you. “Please make yourself at home. My guards will show you to our private spa and steam room so you can unwind after your long travel. Even a masseur like yourself must have a preference on how to relax.”

*your POV*

“Ahhhh... That hits the spot...!” you let out a loud but relieving sigh as sweat slides down your body. After stripping out of your clothes and into a lone towel, you spend some time in the steam room as you dipped another ladle of cool water onto the steam rocks. As you let the sweat slide down your face, you stared up as to what happened in the thorne room.

‘I shouldn’t have given in and allowed Gilda to come...’ you groaned, thinking about how disrespectful the griffon was to her mother. ‘No mother and daughter should talk to each other like that.’

You tried to contemplate on some ideas to help with this situation before you heard the door to the steam room open. You went from curiosity to concerned when you heard three feminine voices echoed as the owners entered the room.

“And I told that rookie if he pulled his head out of his ass, then he won’t get that promotion until he’s 50!” a loud voice called out, followed by the sound of laughter.

“Forget 50, he won’t get it till he’s 80 with that attitude!”

“Oh, cut the kid some slack! He may be arrogant, but he works harder than-” Because of the steam and their laughter, she stopped talking when her breasts enveloped your face.

After pushing yourself out of the feathery paradise, you heard the sound of wings flapping and you were able to get a good look at the three guests as the steam was blown away. All three of them were buff and had towels wrapped around their well-endowed busts, but their feather style took after different animals. The one who bumped into you was brown and had yellow feathers with black spots like a cheetah. The griffon to the left was red, and had the tan feathers of a lion. And the one on the right had black stripes, and her feathers were orange and white just like a tiger.

“Oh, lookie here ladies,” the cheetah griffon smirked, crossing her muscular arms underneath her jiggly breasts.

“We got ourselves a peeper.” The lion griffon cracked her knuckles, which actually sounded like breaking concrete.

You shook your head, trying to explain that this was just a misunderstanding before the third griffon with the tiger feathers walked over.

“Wait a minute... I’ve seen you before,” she said with a thick Russian accent as she leaned down to study your sweaty face. “You’re that monkey who’s worshiped like a king in pony territory, aren’t you, hot shot?”

There they go with the monkey comments again. “Yes, and may I ask who I’m greeting with my monkey eyes?” you dryly asked, causing the three ladies to chuckle.

“I’m Colonel Gortea. And behind me is Major Giovanna and First Lieutenant Great Breeze,” she explained, pointing to the lion and cheetah griffons respectively. “Now, what do you think you’re doing in our personal steam room without permission?”

You filled them in on how you were personally invited by Queen Gliefe to a special dinner and that she had her guards show you to the spa where you can unwind before the meal. Though, even you would admit it sounded like a suspicious story as Great Breeze walked over and leaned down.

“You sure about that, monkey boy? The queen actually invited another species over into our land?”

“Is that a problem?” you asked, referring to the hostility and how all three griffons looked like they didn’t believe you.

Major Giovanna replied in a tone that almost demanded your submission. “Actually, yeah because Queen Gliefe inviting an outsider without telling us, her most trusted soldiers, is quite suspicious. Like a rat being caught in a cheese storage room.”

You were tired of them suspecting you and tried to stand up, but you realized too late that your towel was gone and you were left exposed. The mature griffons looked down and stared at your impressive manhood.

“But you know... Word has it that you have quite a number of mares in your little harem...” Great Breeze chimed in, shoving Gortea out of the way.

“Uh... wh-” You didn’t say another word as Great Breeze pushed you down. Leaning back on the seat, the other two saw just how much your shaft was sticking out.

“THE BUCK MONKEY?! Do ALL the males in your kind carry something of this size in your pants?!” Great Breeze was in pure shock as your member stood tall. Gulping and losing her confidence for a second, she reached out slowly and felt how hard it was. You moaned as she moved her hand up and down on your erection.

“Damn monkey... Talk about over-compensating. I heard of a third leg in the middle, but to see it myself... Wow... You could probably impregnate a minotaur with a tool like this...” Giovanna smirked as you were surrounded like vultures on a carcass.

Great Breeze finally released you to look at her colleagues. With a nod, the three military griffons smiled and allowed their robes to fall in a large heap with one small tug.

“Military life isn’t an easy path, stud,” Great Breeze said, being the first to undress. “None of us have been with a healthy mate in Grover knows how long.”

If you wanted to admire healthy, strong, and fierce bodies, then all you had to do was look at these beautiful griffons. Each of them had heavy muscles that looked to be chisel as their abes were visibly shown. However, their bodies were covered in numerous scars, serving as the proof that they’ve experienced the life of a soldier on the battlefield. Even with these permanent marks, what really caught your attention was their breasts, jiggling a bit from the freedom.

Great Breeze squatted down to give you a nice, clear look at the huge breasts that enveloped your face only two minutes ago and cupped them from underneath. “We’ve heard lots of things about you, Your Highness. Is it also true that you’re a sucker for big tits?”

You gulped, unable to answer as Giovanna joined in. “I’ve been thinking of getting a breast reduction in my earlier years, but I’m glad I didn’t. Seems even a gal in her 40s still can get some studs to ogle at these puppies.” She wiggled her breasts in your face, causing you to burn up.

‘Oh, god...! Why didn’t I keep my damn robe on?!’ you cried in your head.

*inside your mind*

“WOW! And here I thought I was the horn dog!” Your werewolf spirit sat by as he watched from inside your consciousness. Laying back on a large bed, Nightmare Rarity was right beside him, having agreed to have some fun after she finally woke up.

“Wow... My darling, we simply must do this more often...” Nightmare Rarity giggled, coming over to the werewolf and kissing him deeply.

“Bring our master next time and I can make it worth your while,” your werewolf spirit kissed her cheek

“You got yourself a deal. Anyway, what should we do about that?” Nightrare asked, referring to the three griffons ganging up on the host.

Your werewolf form contemplated his options before a nasty idea came to mind. With a flick of his wrist, a small light gust of air shined as it floated up and hit the screen.

“Now... just enjoy the show.”

*back to you*

Your lust for big breasts took control and without asking, you latched onto Great Breeze’s nipple and began to bite and suck. Sure it might prove that the rumors about your weakness for a female’s chest were true, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Giovanna, meanwhile, snuck down to taste your member, getting the whole thing down her throat with some erotic choking sounds. It was only natural that she wanted to prove herself; when you’re in the military, weakness isn’t tolerated.

While you suckle Great Breeze’s nipples, which tasted like chocolate, you let out a few moans and gasps because of how much skill Giovanna had with her mouth.

“Okay sister, that’s enough!” Gortea yanked Giovanna’s mouth away. “Let a REAL griffon show you how it’s done!” She took you all the way down her throat too, but unlike Giovanna, you didn’t hear the colonel choke even once.

You let out a loud moan as Gortea took your member all the way down. You were forced to let go of Great Breeze’s nipple and lean all the way back as both she and Giovanna took each of your sides and covered your face with their breasts. Forced to take both sets of nipples in your mouth, you didn’t hesitate as you lightly nibbled on both nubs.

“We g-gotta convince the q-queen to invite him over again...” Great Breeze bit her lip as you were chewing on your nipple like you wanted to rip it off.

“Buck that...! I’ll take him for myself... Get a small cottage out away from all civilization and make hatchlings for the rest of our lives!” Giovanna joked as she enjoyed your sharp canines.

Your mood changed with that sentence and you broke free from all three griffons before standing up to look at Giovanna. We would see how easy it would be for her to make those kinds of jokes once you were done with her.

“So...” you could feel your body begin to morph and slowly grow large as hair grew along your arms and chest. “Care to experience what a real predator in bed feels like?”

You dragged her closer by her legs, but even with the rough treatment, you could tell Giovanna wasn’t afraid. In fact, if you didn’t know any better, you’d say she was feeling smug that she got to go first.

“Don’t hold back, monkey! I can take it!” she smirked as you lifted her up and held her close to your pelvis.

Not wasting any time, you slid right between her legs straight into her marehood. You started off slow but firm, making sure you made it all the way to Giovanna’s womb to get some sexy moans.

“H-how’s THIS?!” you growled, picking up the pace and bouncing her on your lap.

“B-BUCK... D-DON’T STOP!” Giovanna, using her weight, pushed you back onto the seating as the other two griffons swarmed you. Amazed at your strength and endurance, you sat back and let Giovanna take control as she and her colleagues had their fun on your member.

‘Maybe I should purchase a little vacation house here in Griffonstone so we can do this more often, or maybe a small home close to griffonstone’ you thought with a smirk. ‘There’s no way I can leave these lovely ladies hanging.’

Of course, griffons had a hard time sharing, so while you were busy thinking of ways you could do this in the future, Great Breeze managed to pull Major Giovanna off your dick. Suffice to say, the lion griffon wasn’t happy.

“Oh give it a rest!” Great Breeze snarled in response to Giovanna’s complaining. “It’s not like he’s your mate!”

“Buck off bitch! He wants an experienced griffon who at least can show their mate how to really buck!” Giovanna snapped her beak in Great Breeze’s direction.

“Oh, a lucky slut are we? I at least have the dignity not to buck my whole military unit in the showers,” the latter smirked, and Giovanna grew red with embarrassment and rage.

Deep down, you actually thought that one was funny and wanted to snicker. ‘Ouch!’ you mentally scolded a bit to hold off on laughing. If these hotheaded ladies so much as heard you snicker, it would be like you signed your own death warrant.

With the two of them bickering and glaring at each other, there was nothing to stop Colonel Gortea from plunging down onto your available cock. She sighed and looked down at the bulge in her feathery stomach.

Touching the said bulge as your member kept throbbing and poking her womb, she smiled as she leaned down to your face. Oblivious of her comrades bickering and fighting, the colonel wanted to savor this moment.

“I always thought males couldn’t handle a real griffon... Even our soldiers find it a challenge to please me... Let’s see if you can satisfy me like you do your princesses...” With that, Colonel Gortea leaned in to lock her beak with your lips.

Bouncing on your member, you and the tiger griffon wrestled with your tongues to see who deserved to be dominant. You, at first, showed the colonel your greedy side for a few moments before Gortea overpowered you and forced you back onto the floor.

You reached around to grope her feathery ass and asked a naughty question. “So you said no one has ever been able to satisfy you... Does that mean they tried ALL your holes?” Gortea realized what you were implying when you spread her butt cheeks to reveal her puckered asshole.

You turned your head to the side as you pulled your hand back and made the poor colonel squawk when your hand connected with her left cheek. She spread her wings out as well, and from how strong they were, you watched Great Breeze dodge while Giovanna was literally thrown against the wall.

‘Damn... I bet she could give Rainbow Dash and Jade some pretty good lessons about wing power.’

Anyway, since Gortea wasn’t responding to your last question, you decided to just find out for yourself. Taking your member out of her pussy, you aimed for the tight asshole above and plunged in without warning. It felt like the whole spa was shaking as Gortea released another surprising squawk.

The two guards who were standing guard outside the spa turned their heads from the squawk coming from behind the closed doors.

“Ha! You owe me 40 bits!” the guard on the left smiled, making his partner grumble.

“Bastard... I thought for sure they would end him!” He reached into his pocket and tossed a small bag of bits to his fellow brother in arms.

The first guard laughed. “Heh. Well, they didn’t.” He playfully tossed the bag in the air before pocketing it.

By now, Giovanna and Great Breeze had stopped trying to send each other to the emergency room and were laying on each side of you as Gortea’s asshole enveloped your manhood. However, if there was one kind of lady you knew, it was one who wouldn’t let you leave until they were satisfied.

After almost yelling for Gortea to move, Great Breeze finally got her turn. Who knows how long it would be before you could finally leave the steam room that was threatening to burn you alive?

*meanwhile in the throne room*

Tapping his mighty talons against the edge of his seat, the strong and revered ruler of all griffons, King Galian sat, wondering what was holding up the Equestrian king. Gliefe, who sat beside him, was the one who wanted to bring you here, not her husband. And while he didn’t know nor cared what inspired his queen to send that invitation... he might just be able to take advantage of this visit.

Unknown to Gliefe... Galian had a dark secret that would rapidly make her despise him if she ever found out.

She reached over and touched one of her husband’s muscular arms, covered by charcoal feathers. However, just as she touched his arm he yanked it away, not about to take time to console his trophy wife.

“At least try to pretend you’re interested in making amends with your only hatchling,” she sighed.

“If she knew her place, she wouldn’t expect anything of the sort. I made her the strong griffons she is today, and I don’t have anything to apologize for. How many times must I tell you that before you get it into your thick head?”

Gliefe growled and for just a few seconds, she found the power to stand up for herself. “If you were a proper father to her, then maybe-”

The guards didn’t even flinch as a loud crack echoed across the room—Gliefe didn’t show any signs of emotions, her face red from the sudden slap she had always gained since the day she married her husband as Galian growled for her insubordination.

“Don’t you dare speak to me that way! Have you forgotten your place before me as well?!” He straightened his cape when he picked up a pair of footsteps just a few feet away. He turned to where they were coming from as both he and Gliefe looked at a new group of griffons.

Gliefe has never seen these griffons before, as they ranged from professional to unprofessional. Despite the differences in their clothing, they all wore a blank mask that covered their faces as they bow in respect.

“Galian... Who are these griffons?”

Galian only laughed and pulled out one of the cigars Griffonstone was famous for. “Oh just some associates of mine who wish to help give our guest feel right at home”

It didn’t take long to get a good idea of what he was up to. Galian had it in for the human, and Gliefe knew a guard informed the king about the dinner invitation.

She growled. “Galian... If there’s one thing I know from all our years of marriage, it’s that a meeting between you and a foreigner escalates into blood and carnage.” She pointed at the guests. “If you continue through and spark a war... who do you think the surrounding nations are going to side with-”

She stopped as she was quickly grabbed and spun around. She didn’t notice her husband had suddenly appeared from behind and had her in his grip. Her arms began to bleed because of how sharp and cruel the grip of his talons were.

“You’re smarter than the average griffon, I’ll give you that much... But are you willing to lecture me while our daughter is under the same roof?”

Queen Gliefe’s eyes widened as she lowered her head in defeat.

“My special paddle is still in good condition...”

Gliefe had to grit her beak as she remembered the paddle that was just mentioned. A tool she didn’t dare speak fondly of.

And it left Gilda with even worse memories...

*few hours later dining room*

‘Oh god... I survived...!’ you leaned back in your chair as you somehow managed to get out of the sauna before you turned into a shriveled piece of meat. It was indeed fun to get to know the military forces’ higher ups, but doing so in a sauna where they ended up putting more water on the steam rocks, they had to graciously take you out of the room and into one of their cool pools.

The fun went from the sauna to the pools as they didn’t even give you time to adjust to the cool waters before they rode you like a bronco. That lasted for a while before they finally let you go to change and get ready for dinner. Thank god, too, as your bruised pelvis didn’t even compare to your sweat burns.

Sitting in your chair, Jade tried her best to act professional when she saw the red burns on your face. Eventually though, she broke and couldn’t stop herself from cracking a joke.

“I think you’ve set a world record for the color red, Sire,” she snickered.

You didn’t reply as you took a sip of the water a waiter graciously poured for you. After a few seconds, you sighed as the heat still parched your throat. After a few drinks you finally spoke. “Alright new rule no more sex in hot saunas. Especially with griffons.”

Jade looked at you and scoffed. “Seriously? We only just arrived and you’re already banging some of the kingdom’s whores?”

‘I wouldn’t call a general or colonel whores if I were you Jade...’

The author just loved making things awkward for you, for Gilda just happened to overhear your star captain’s comment. Already word spread in the castle, as from a few guards she learned their visitor had enjoyed their spa a bit more with the help of some of Griffonstone’s finest.

“Military around here has more to be proud of than just their skills in combat,” she smirked. And here you and Jade thought your face couldn’t get any redder.

You wanted to speak up, but you stopped as you heard a small bell. Queen Gliefe finally entered the dining room and sat down just a few chairs away from you.

“Due to my husband having important business he won’t be joining us, so we have the table or ourselves.” With a clap, you watched as several chefs entered the dining room, each with a tray with a silver cover on top. Waiting for the queen’s order, they lifted the trays when she clapped, and your eyes almost bugged out as you saw possibly a carnivore’s smorgasbord of food.

From steaks piled up to a few platters of lobster, clams and crabs, you were amazed at the spread. They even completed the spread as one of the chefs poured you some of the vintage wine Gliefe had brought out.

“Please... Dig in my guests.”

You looked at the spread and tried to decide what you should try first. There was so much that you just couldn’t make a decision. Back in Ponyville, fish was pretty much the only daily meat you could consume, so getting to eat something else was a blessing.

As you stared at the large food spread, Queen Gliefe decided to help you out as she grabbed a platter and began putting some food on it for you. You didn’t want to seem rude, but she insisted on helping you out.

Grabbing a few pieces of steak, some crab legs and a few meat kabobs, she set your plate as another server finished with the queen’s own plate of food.

Gliefe wasn’t too happy that you hadn’t started eating yet. You watched intensely, as once you got your food, Gliefe roughly stabbed into her steak like something was angering her. You could only imagine who she was thinking about as she tore her steak apart and started eating.

You thanked her for the meal, and she in turn accepted your gratitude before her eyes met Gilda’s. Of course she hasn’t forgotten about her daughter’s rudeness, but she suppressed the urge to yell like most griffons and just focused on the meal.

Taking in a good portion of your steak, you were hypnotized by the flavor, yet, you tried to maintain your respect and dignity while you chewed the meat.

“Jade is it?” Gliefe turned to your captain. “Aren’t you hungry? I know ponies don’t eat meat, but we have fruits and vegetables that we keep for the rare occasions we have guests from abroad.”

Jade brushed her hand. “No thank you. I’m not hungry.”

Gliefe didn’t pressure her any further as the rest of you enjoyed the food. Taking in some crabs and a few bites from the kabobs, the queen then took another steak from the platter before she began to speak.

“So human... I like to know... Have you killed somepony?”

That question immediately caught you off guard. Taking a drink of wine, you immediately begin to cough up as you never thought Gliefe, who was trying to make amends with Gilda, would have the presence of mind to ask any violent questions.

“Um…” you cough a bit as that is a serious question to ask.

Gilda immediately jumped in before you could make a sentence that made sense. “SERIOUSLY YOU HAG?! YOU THINK HE’S A KILLER LIKE YOU!”

Jade jumped in as well. “I SECOND THAT! OUR KING IS NOT A MURDERER!”

Gliefe remained silent as she took a sip from her own glass of wine.

You joined in, as now, you could feel the tension heating up. Ignoring the question you began to ask Gliefe some questions about herself. Such was how she and Galian. It seemed however that you weren’t the only one who could see through her.

You sighed a bit as you looked at Gliefe and asked something else. “Why does your husband hate me so much?”

“‘Hate’ is a strong word, dear human.”

“He tried to kill me when I first met him...” you defended.

It was after your announcement as king of Equestria that you were formally invited over to meet all the royals of each nation. You got different reactions from the various families, as the minotaurs believed you were part of their family, whereas the diamond dogs were eager to get familiar with someone who they knew respected them. Fearing they might meet another hot-headed creature like the griffons, they simmered down so you could get to know them. However, the griffons were a different story. Long story short, when you met King Galian, it took both the minotaurs and the zebras to pull the griffons away from your neck.

Queen Gliefe did apologize, even though Galian should be the one to do so, and gave you a bit of history about their land. For centuries, griffons lived in one of the largest mineral mountains in the world where the finest gold and silver was. During this time, the mountain was also home to an enormous fire ruby that became a national treasure for Griffonstone after it was discovered during their excavations. It was of such beauty that the griffons’ hearts warmed like they were part of a real fire, and for a time, everything was perfect. That was until two dragons got word of the fire ruby and launched a surprise attack against the kingdom. Naturally, the griffons fought back against the beasts, during which the giant fire ruby was destroyed, taking the griffons’ pride with it.

“After our beloved ruby was smashed to bits, an era of chaos and distrust erupted and continued until the first official ruler, King Grover decided to restore balance to our brethren with another treasure. The idol of Boreas.”

“Idol of Boreas?” you repeated.

“Yes. To this day, the idol can be found upon the royal throne where it is guarded 24/7 by our elite guards. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but our legends claim that King Grover created the idol by gathering the dust of Princess Celestia’s golden sunsets. What is known, however, is that when the griffons witnessed the idol’s beauty, they regained their senses and peace was restored to the Griffon Kingdom.”

You listened in more, and it seemed like the fuss was put to an end until another question popped up that really threw Gilda off.

“So, Your Highness... Is my daughter your concubine or is more of a-”

Gilda who stopped to eat was gripping her knife in one hand and was about to pull her arm back only for you to beat her to it. You kept your hand out to confirm you were the one who threw the knife that was just inches from staining Gliefe’s beautiful feathers red with blood.

“To answer that question earlier. Lets say….. Threatening isn’t my strong suit. Sometimes you have to show you are serious with actions then words” you took another drink of your wine as everypony stares at you, to turn several burly large griffons including jade star and gilda to literally shake in fear then you get an A for effort and a flawless for execute.

‘Fuck i know he can be an idiot but….. Since when he was good with a blade’ gilda stares as you took another bite from your dinner.

‘Oh wow….. I knew you aren’t weak…… but your viciousness was…… surprising’ gliefe takes the knife out of the wood chair. She got Gilda to raise an eyebrow when she actually started... smiling.

As dinner continued, Jade Star just couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. “Sire... I think we’ve overstayed our welcome...”

You didn’t have any objections, as you were nice and full by the time your plate was clean. Plus, you could feel the atmosphere—a gift you earned the hard way during your younger years on the streets.

You slowly backed away as you dusted off your clothes. “Now, I am grateful to you for inviting me to this lovely dinner, but I believe it’s time for me to get going.”

Gliefe raised an eyebrow. “What’s the rush? Couldn’t you at least stay for dessert or a nice cup of tea?”

Gilda got in between you and her mother. After all, she never trusted Gliefe for a minute. “I agree with our guest... We should head back now.”

Gliefe made her attempt to keep you seated, but you stayed both discrete but firm as you told Gilda’s mother here that you that your mind was made up. However dangerous it might be to travel in the mountains at night, it felt safer than staying overnight in a castle whose owner hated you.

“Please, you just got here-”

“I’D RATHER RIP MY OWN WINGS OUT THEN LET HIM STAY IN THIS TARTARUS HOLE OF A CESSPOOL!” Gilda screamed out as you were being pushed out the door.

Unbeknownst to you, as you were heading out the throne room, a sneaky figure planted a small object on one of the carriages and took off before he was seen.

You were forcefully pulled outside by Jade and placed into the carriage, while Gilda stood between you and her mother, who made one last attempt to change your mind. Paying attention to how desperate the queen who was ordinarily so strong and dignified was acting, you knew something was off.

“Hag, I don’t give two shits about why you brought him here but I’m sure as a bird’s ass you are up to something.”

Gliefe shook her head. “No, no darling I-”

“Save it. Our king might be sweet when he wants to, but even I can feel when something is tugging in my tail.” Gilda stood up first, wanting to get as far away from her mother as she could. “And I’ll be damned to let the best that ever happened to me fall for it!”

You got into the carriage, feeling a small pang of guilt from how hurt the queen looked as you left her behind. It really was hard to tell if she was acting. While for a griffon, she had both a look of uncertainty, she looked sincerely worried at the same time. You just wished you could understand why.

Once the carriage takes off you finally speak.

“Jade was it really necessary. I understand your role as a guard but”

“NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!” jade shouts as she stares at you.

She calms down for a bit. “Look….. You know something was off…. This whole trip seems like one big trap and you know it. Invitation from the royal family of griffonstone who all we know hate you”

“I tried to warn you too my mother and father aren’t the best creatures in the world.”

“I know…. Believe me, I know and i do apologize for the incident in the dining room” you apologize as gilda waves it off.

“Don’t worry that was actually cool to see the other side of you….. And to scare my own mother who has never showed fear in all my life and she’s stared in the face of dragons and not once quiver in fear” gilda laughs a bit

You smiled at least a bit at that, but your anger can lead you to some nasty situations. Though, in one way or another, you always managed to control it. Such a miracle that none of your foals have seen you during one of your little episodes. That’s the last thing you want to happened in your life.

Looking out side you watch as the carriage flies over the ruined city of griffonstone as you said goodbye. The sun begins to set as you looked at the sun setting and back at the town below.

This felt weird... You had a sudden feeling deep in your gut... like you were all in danger. Without even thinking, you stuck your head out the window and looked down at the carriage. You let out a small gasp as you saw a faint light on the bottom. Like a ticking timer, a loud ring echoed as without warning your carriage was jolted hard.

Something just hit you. You didn’t even have time to scream as you were tossed around. Jade and Gilda, who were both caught off guard, could only try and brace themselves before your carriage plummeted to the city. Like a shirt in a dryer, you all were tossed and thrown around in a frenzy until the only thing you heard was a loud crash.

You were briefly paralyzed from the impact, but surprisingly, you hadn’t passed out yet. Everything around you was spinning, and you promptly emptied the contents of your last meal onto the side as you tried to get up, or at least stop your eyes from moving in circles.

By the time your eyes were still, your vision started getting blurry while a ringing muffled your ears. Once you got some control of your body, you pushed some debris away and looked at your stomach. A sharp pain coursed through, and you could see why... A jagged piece of what was once your carriage was embedded there.

The ringing in your ears further deafened your surroundings, and while you could make out a few pieces, it wasn’t enough to help you understand. Your blurry vision wasn’t helping either, and the loss of blood from the sharp piece in your stomach threatened to blind you completely. Although everything was unrecognizable, you could have sworn you saw two shadows before you passed out.

*unknown location*

‘God, why is this happening now!?’ you shouted in your mind as you tried to get a clue about what was coming. However, most of the pieces of memory were in shambles. The year had barely begun and here you were in another predicament. More specifically, you were in a coma, forced to fight for your life while you unconsciously tried to wrap your head around what happened during the carriage ride.

‘My life would be so much better if I could wake up whenever I pleased...’ To rest your case, you tried to pen your eyes, but remained silent after your attempts seemed futile. After what felt like hours, two figures reached out for you in this mysterious state of silence.

“Honestly, human? I’ve lost count of how many death traps you narrowly survived,” a familiar lone voice echoed from behind.

Turning to confront the source, you sighed at the face you saw among the vast darkness. Frankly, you didn’t think you were ever going to see him since you already accepted his offer, but you kept in mind that the two of you were one and the same.

The beast spirit within you did his best to take your form, but his ears and facial features remained more feral than your own. The strange glowing marks on his chest were a new feature, but this wasn’t the best time to admire new looks.

“In my defense, I wasn’t expecting an ambush on the way home,” you admitted.

“You’re kidding, right?” the beast asked sarcastically. “You go through with visiting one of the most hostile areas in the world even after the sisters advised against it, and you didn’t expect someone to attack you?”

You embraced the shame, unable to hide the fact that Tia, Luna, and Goneita told you to watch your six. And yet, you failed to see the first signs of danger. It was an important lesson: getting comfortable in enemy territory is a sure way to get yourself killed.

“So... Do you know what happened then? You know... after we left?”

“I’ve been watching the whole time.” Snapping his fingers, you watched as several screens appeared, each showing a different event of your day. That included your fun in the steam room, and what happened when you left in the carriage.

“Your mind may forget, but I catch every detail.”

“And it was so much fun to watch!” a loud voice startled you.

Turning around, you were greeted by a dark purple face filled with lustful intentions. This explained the headaches you got earlier.

“Nightmare Rarity?” you almost choked.

Your beast half laughed. “Yeah, let’s just say that the princesses weren’t the only ones insecure about your trip. She decided to hijack your brain without you knowing.”

“So... Wait... How long-?” Here you were, stuttering like an idiot for the umpteenth time in your crazy Equestrian life

“It doesn’t matter,” the beast shrugged off any irrelevant questions you might have about Nightmare Rarity learning to invade your mind like Nightmare Moon. “More importantly, you need to take a look at this.”

With a wave of his hand, another screen popped up. You squint your eyes and managed to catch something before the fall. You saw what appeared to be something blinking below your carriage. It must have been a bomb of some kind, as you watched as you tumbled around in the carriage before passing out. You saw the way you regained enough sense to pull yourself out of the wreckage before passing out.

Speaking of which, you were slipping in and out of your unconscious state as you found yourself being wheeled down a corridor of some kind. Through each chance of regaining consciousness, you saw only bits of what was happening, as the last image you saw... was a griffon doctor holding a scalpel.

*back to you slightly*

You breathed and coughed as your vision was still foggy. Pain was coursing throughout your body when you finally woke up. You could hear a beeping echoed in your ears, followed by a couple muffled voices

“Ha... ke... Mus... se... te.”

“Ke... se... ate... st d... ne.”

You lifted your head, as like the image before, you could see a blurry vision of someone holding a scalpel in one hand and something else in the other. You can’t tell what it was before the doctor raises his hand before your vision goes black.

You fell unconscious again, but it didn’t last so long this time.

Wake up...

Wake up...

WAKE UP!

You jolted back to reality as the pain was gone somewhat, but you were still groggy. Looking around, your eyes had to get used to the light as you scanned your surroundings. The whole area soon became visible and you saw a few medical posters and cabinets. The whole room looked abandoned, for you could smell a whiff of old wood and putrid odors.

“Oh... What did-” You scrunched up as a sharp pain coursed through your chest, and you started to breathe heavily to try and ease the pain.

‘Shit... It’s worse than we thought...’ the beast spirit spoke through again.

You tried to bear with the pain, but it only grew worse and your vision began to static like you were watching a broken tv. With the world around you disoriented, you shifted back and forth to try and move again, only for the pain to get worse.

*your mind*

“What’s going on? Why are his eyes doing that?” Nightrare wondered as she watched you try to get up while your vision shifted from an abandoned room to a clean hospital bed.

The beast spirit within you growled. “Whatever that doctor did to him succeeded in warping his mind...” His arms began to change color as he scanned your body.

Nightrare decided to give him a hand as she channeled her magic through. A few seconds later, they stopped.

“Found it, but I have no idea what it is...” your beast form finished as he concentrated his magic on the unknown source of agony. “I’ll try to find a way to stop it. You just focus on helping our idiot escape.”

Nightmare Rarity nodded as she turned herself into a purple mist and disappeared.

*back to you*

You struggled through the pain, as your whole body felt as though it was on fire.

‘F@#K THIS FEELS WORSE THAN MY FIGHTS WITH NERO!’ you screamed into the gag in your mouth, but the binds on your legs and arms kept you from moving.

You tried to pull your binds out, but they were still strong for their age. You started to breathe heavily again before you found that your arms and legs were suddenly free. Looking up, you smiled a bit as a familiar voice warmed your eardrums.

“Sorry I’m late. Couldn’t very much leave you there and suffer, now could I?” Now that you could move, she helped you from the table. But you gripped your chest with wide eyes when another stab coursed through the said area. You looked down and saw most of your clothes were still on, but your chest had a large bandage wrapped around it. Looking around, you saw a scalpel and quickly grabbed it.

“Now, now. I don’t think you sh-” Nightrare wasn’t quick enough to stop you from bringing the scalpel up to cut up the bandages.

As soon as they were off, you looked down with bulging eyes. There on your chest was a large incision, and from below you could see something blinking on the outer part of your skin... What’s more was that above your chest was what looked like a scribble of an eagle. You recognized it as King Galian’s insignia.

You licked your hand and rubbed on the mark, beyond relieved that it was just ink that you could wash away. But you looked down and saw you still had a problem around your stomach. Nightmare Rarity caught your eye and was just as disgusted.

“The fu-” You stopped as you heard someone coming. You and Nightrare quickly got into position as you resumed the unconscious individual while the latter turned into a cloud of smoke.

“Alright now...” a voice echoed in your ear as you lay back. The figure walked over to examine your body. “Doc finished the procedure already, so now all that’s left is the branding.” That explained what the scribbling was all about.

“Hm... Doc must have come in here already. Whatever. Leaves me with less work to do and the good part to begin,” he laughed a bit as he playfully examined his face. “Ooooh! I’m the big bad king of pony town and love to prance around like a little sissy!” he mocked you some more before slapping you. You stayed silent and took the abuse, though with caution, you slowly opened one eye to catch sight of your assailant

He was a muscular griffon with black and white feathers and a large scar running down his right eye. He was dressed in scrubs, but they looked worn out and stained with blood, as were his claws.

“Heh stupid monkey. Well, he’ll be King Galian’s monkey toy once we’re done here. It’ll be almost as hilarious to see the king beat him like he did the princess.”

That line cracked a spark in you as the nurse pulled out a large red hot branding iron. From where he held it, you could make out the insignia of King Galian’s mark as the nurse moved your shirt. He stopped as he saw that the mark was gone.

“The buck? Where di-” He stopped mid-sentence as you made sure his vile sense of humor didn’t go unpunished. Holding the scalpel you had from before, you quickly brought it right at his neck. You then pulled the branding iron out of his hand, and the nurse went limp as you gave the scalpel a firm twist so that the blade entered his neck.

Letting the bastard fall, you were still in shock, but you knew damn well how lucky you were to wake up before he branded you.

Nightmare Rarity looked at you from behind. “You okay, darling?” she asked, still amazed by what you pulled off.

You started panting a bit as the pain was subsiding, but you were still trying to grasp reality. Your head already felt scrambled from whatever Galian’s lackeys put inside you, but your only objective right now was to get out of here.

“Let’s beat it.”

Grabbing some clean bandages, you wrapped yourself up before you discarded the smoldering hot iron that was still in your hand. Leaving the operation room, the world around you quickly changed as you tried to leave the hospital.

‘Human, if you can hear me, I’m trying desperately to stop whatever they put in you from taking control...’ you recognized your beast form’s voice speaking through your head. ‘Just hurry up and get out of here.’

Making your way out through the hall, you stopped as two thugs with machetes blocked your way. They spotted you and yelled some gibberish that you had a hard time translating since you were still fighting whatever was inside of you. That’s where Nightmare Rarity came in.

Tossing both guards in the air so they landed on their faces and cracked their necks, she helped you to your feet so you could get a move on. Nightrare continued to keep you safe, blasting whatever fake doctor or thug that tried to stop you.

You did have a few encounters with some who got close enough only for you to brand one thug right on his chest while using his machete on another fake nurse who tried to sedate you.

The moment she wasn’t needed anymore, Nightmare Rarity saw the whole thing from her hiding spot. She licked her lips, as frankly, seeing you fight like a deranged beast turned her on.

You managed to get through a few more floors before you had to take a quick detour as what looked like a small army had covered most of the front entrance and a few exits. Thankfully, you maneuvered through the old hospital and made it to the morgue.

‘My love for Celesita... If I don’t get out of here I’ll be among the dead here...!’ you stopped for a second as you pushed the last few tables barricading the entrance of the morgue.

You searched through the area, beyond relieved that you found an exit as you made it through the vile hospital. You proceeded through some alleyways as the night sky shined down at you. However, you only made it a couple feet away from the hospital as another surge of pain coursed through your body. Nightmare Rarity tried to help you again, but it proved futile as your vision went black.

You didn’t even realize that she was forced to disappear before a pair of hands reached out for you.

*back in your mind.*

‘Deja vu much? I just hope I managed to get away...’ you sighed, trying to force yourself awake. Fed up with this whole scenario, you were at least able to regain consciousness so you could try and understand your situation.

You didn’t know where you were, but it looked like a regular house of sorts. It first looked like two figures were standing over you, but a third came into view, dressed in what looked like scrubs. By this point, you just couldn’t help feeling like it wasn’t best to see a doctor right now. In fact, if you weren’t ravaged by pain and forcefully pulled in and out of your consciousness, you would have done the operation yourself.

Since you were conscious at the instant, you tried to move, only for the griffon doctor to stop you as the two others conversed. Again, you had little to no control of your consciousness throughout this predicament, and you only stayed awake long enough to get a quick glance at the strangers before you passed out.

How long until you jolted back up remained a mystery. Standing upright, you were breathing heavily, both... relieved and rejuvenated. It was like all that pain from before was gone, and you could think with a clear head, too.

Getting a better look at your surroundings than you did before, it was indeed a much more welcoming environment than that hospital. While the walls did look dull, you were able to look past that and concentrate instead on the pictures displaying a griffon couple with a few chicks. There was also some well-made furniture, and for that matter, you looked down to see that you were laying on a comfortable sofa bed with a blanket to cover you.

Tossing the blanket aside, you studied your chest where your bandages had recently been changed. While last night’s pain was gone, the stitches were new, and the spot where you saw that blinking light was now devoid of such a thing.

“Ah, you’re finally awake,” a calm and cheerful voice addressed you from a very close distance.

Looking up, you turned around to see an elderly griffon standing in front of you. She was beautiful with golden and white natural feathers, and two feathers hanging on her left side of her head. Looking at you with those amber eyes, she wore a nice red and blue dress, and her wings, jetting out the holes in the back of her dress, had a few scars on the feathers and on the base.

“How are you feeling, dear?” she asked, laying the tray on the counter beside the bed.

‘I don’t even know...’ you said in your head, but decided to give her your best verbal answer. “I’m a bit sore... But at least I feel better than when I first woke up...” you sighed as the griffon, who introduced herself as Gina, helped check your bandages and face.

As you established numerous times, your wounds weren’t so superficial and the pain had subsided, but your head was still spinning with unanswered questions.

After Gina finished checking your bandages, she picked up the soup she made you with a smile. “Surely you must be hungry after being out cold for so long. Here.” She graciously took a small portion of the soup in a spoon and blew on it before holding it out.

Too tired to argue and too sore to stop, you thanked her and took a sip from the spoon. The soup had a sweet tomato flavor mixed with cabbages and... apples? Nonetheless, it filled your tastebuds and she was giving you another spoonful before you knew it.

She continued feeding you until the bowl was empty and then grabbed a glass of water. You were grateful, albeit, you drank from the glass, greedily. With a laugh, Gina helped you slow down before you choked. Honestly though, she was happy that the color was coming back to your face.

“Obviously, this is the part where you’re going to ask what’s going on. My husband and I woke up when we heard some loud noises coming from the abandoned hospital a few blocks from here. Our grand-griffs, who tend to leave the house when we forbid it... came home... with you in their arms.”

*few hours earlier*

“Dammit sis...! Get him inside already...!” a young male griffon grunted as he tried to lug you into the house. More blood spilled out as his sister, who held your other arm, was trying to keep your organs from spilling out.

“S-shut up and get Granny and Gramps...!” she snarled, using her own jacket to keep your stitches from opening as they dragged you into the house. They quickly kicked the door in, startling their grandfather who was sleeping in his rocking chair just a few feet from the entrance.

“For crying out loud! You two are such-!” But his anger at being awakened and the fact that his grand-griffs left the house in the middle of the night without permission again switched to shock when he saw what they brought into the house.

“BY THE STONES OF GRIFFONSTONE! Gyro! Galley! What happened?!” He quickly raced over to the teens who were still holding you.

With their grandfather’s help, they placed you into the wooden table. Not even remotely caring about the potted plant in the middle, which could easily be replaced or repaired, Gyro tossed it away to make room.

Their grandpa listened and heard that even though your heart was beating, it was slowing down by the second. He turned to his grand-griffs. They could be foolish when it came to things like exploring, but he could never imagine them hurting anyone no matter where they are from. At least not this badly.

“What happened?”

Galley and Gyro looked at each other, unsure of how they should start explaining.

“Well... We were thinking about checking out the old abandoned warehouse a few blocks from the house and we-” Gyro didn’t want to continue and put him and his twin sister in any deeper trouble than they were already in.

“We swear Grandpa, we found him like this!” Galley’s eyes were ready to burst with tears as they looked at your mangled body. “He was out cold just a few feet from the deserted hospital.”

The grandfather nodded a bit, at least proud of his grand-griffs for doing the right thing. He then turned to you, still unconscious and bleeding. Stroking the long feathers around his beak that were styled like a beard, he got an idea.

“Alright, I’m going to need you to listen. This is the chance for both of you to show how mature you can be. Gyro, I want you to go to our next door neighbor.”

“Mr. Gregor?”

“That’s right. Go get him and tell him to bring his medical supplies.” He then turned to his granddaughter. “And Galley, I need you to go wake up your grandmother. I’m going to need her help with the bandaging.”

Both Galley and Gyro nodded as they began running towards their destination.

A few minutes passed as the honorable elderly griffon kept you stable as his wife finally rushed on down. Naturally with it being the middle of the night, she was in her nightgown as she rushed over to examine the situation.

“Oh stars and beyond! What happened!?” she joined her husband’s side.

“No time to explain, Gina. I need to focus on stopping the bleeding. Where’s Gyro with the doctor?”

“HELLO?!” Right on time, a gruff voice echoed as the source stood at the entrance panting.

“GRANDPA I GOT HIM!” Gyro shouted just as loudly as he stood beside Dr. Gregor.

“Good! Good! Get in here Doctor! He’s losing blood fast!” the grandfather ushered both of them to come in.

Gregor rushed in as he examined the situation. “Oh dear griffon gods, Gallic. What is this?” He assessed your damage form.

“Not sure please Doc. But he needs help an-” Gallic stopped mid-sentence as he spotted something unusual. From within the bandaging, there was a strange blinking underneath the bloody cloth. With his talons, Gallic ripped the blooded bandages, and he, Gregor, and Gina all stared at what was indeed a blinking light inside the stitching area.

They’ve never seen anything like this before. Nonetheless, Gregor, unlike the other two shocked griffons, knew what to do. Grabbing and putting on a clean pair of gloves and a mask, he then took out his surgical tools.

“Well, at least I know where to start...”

*back to present your POV*

You listened as Dr. Gregor spent almost three hours surgically pulling out something he knew didn’t belong in anyone’s body, and suturing you back up with proper surgical stitches. After he was finished, the elderly griffon couple, with the help of the naughty chicks and the doctor, took you to their guest bedroom.

If the little ones hadn’t found you when they did, this whole thing could have taken a turn for the worse. Speaking of which, you heard the door open as you and Gina looked behind to see two small sets of eyes peering from the other side to look at you and their grandmother.

“Are these the little heroes that saved my life?” you asked.

Gina nodded and told them it was okay to come in. With their grandmother’s permission to approach you, you hypothesized that they were early teenagers, roughly 13 or 14 years of age, but their appearances just screamed that they had a knack for causing trouble. Looking at the scratches and bandaids on their arms and faces, you were temporarily reminded of yourself when you were their age.

“These are my grand-griffs. Gyro and Galley,” she motioned to her grandson and granddaughter respectively.

Both teens floated over to you as you smiled. “I owe you both my life for saving me.”

“But... we didn’t do much...” Gyro said as his sister punched his arm.

“Don’t be so modest. Ironically, you saved my life by carrying me away from the hospital.”

“But I thought the hospital was shut down years ago,” Galley voiced her confusion.

Gina explained that the hospital a few blocks down was condemned when the owner allowed some of his patients to die so he could collect their death insurances. When word got around, they shut it down completely and a new hospital was put up a mile from where the old one was stationed.

Thankfully, the elderly couple lived next to a doctor of the new hospital and were glad he had his own surgical supplies on hand. Normally he’s helped those around who suffer from a few sprains and some cold and flus, but this was the first time he had to do some outside emergency surgery.

Gina further explained that her mate went to the hospital a few minutes ago to retrieve some more medical supplies. You noted that you would have to thank him whenever he got back.

And to pass the time, Gyro and Galley began asking some questions, and since they were the ones who saved you, you answered them to the best of your ability. Though some of the questions were questions you often asked back home.

“So are you a monkey?”

“Where's your tail?”

“Are there more of you?”

“Can you fly like us with those wings?”

“Do monkeys have wings?” However, that last question ended up stirring an argument.

“Monkeys don’t have wings, moron!” Galley criticized her brother.

You wanted to defuse the situation as the siblings got ready to rumble, but Gina beat you to it. You continued answering questions, smiling at how peaceful this all felt. The world outside was ugly, and even behind these walls, you could hear some griffons screeching and yelling at each other. But you were able to shut it all out.

You were so content that you were just about to close your eyes for another nap before the door opened.

“Honey, is our guest awake yet?” an older griffon asked. He was indeed an elderly griffon with gray feathers, and to compliment the feathers, he wore an old pair of gray pants with a few suspenders to hold them up, and tucked in a button blue shirt. Though he had a rough night he endured it—he had a genuine smile on his face as he checked in on you and his family.

“Yeah...” you answered in place of your caretaker’s wife.

“Name’s Gallic, son. I see you’ve already met my mate, Gina.”

You nodded as both Galley and Gyro raced up and hugged their grandpa’s sides. A smile spread on your face as the teenagers got their head feathers ruffled up by Gallic.

“And I can see you met our grand-griffs as well. I do hope you are feeling better after all we did for you last night” he inquired as he pointed out your bandages.

“Am I the only one you found?” you asked, wondering where Jade and Gilda were right now.

Gina and Gallic nodded. “We’ve been asking around if they found anyone else hiding at the hospital. Some guards were sent to investigate, but no one’s been found yet,” the former said as she poured some more water.

Gallic scoffed as he sent Galley and Gyro to the living room. “I swear those royal idiots at the castle are just going to cover it up again.”

You tilted your head as the couple began to explain. Ever since Galian came to power, things have been out of control. The king allowed gangs to roam free, and not a day went by where the griffons weren’t screaming and threatening to kill each other. Even as more and more griffons grew lucky enough to leave the kingdom and start anew, Gallic and Gina weren’t so lucky, as ever since the twins’ parents, Gallic’s son and his wife, died, they couldn’t leave as their part of town always got hit.

They hoped to save enough to leave, but their chances are very slim because the gangs that came to rob them now and then had the guards in their pockets. Ergo, the thievery and most other crimes went unpunished.

They then wanted to know if you could recall what happened the other night. You told them as much as you could remember, and Gallic was truly stunned that you managed to escape from that dreadful hospital, despite having lost so much blood. You had a moment of pride, telling him and Gina that you’ve endured worse, but getting back to the subject, you were growing more worried about Jade and Gilda.

While you naturally wanted to head out to find them, you fell back as it felt once more like something was stabbing you. Gallic forced you to sit back down as Gina in turn pushed you to lay on your back again.

“Take it easy. First thing we need to do is-” Gallic was interrupted as Galley and Gyro burst into the room.

“Granny! Gramps! Someone is here for the monkey!” the former said as the visitor she was referring to stood behind her and Gyro.

Even in this condition, you were strong enough to sit up to state into a refreshing pair of reptilian eyes.

“Thank Celestia you’re here Jade,” you sighed with relief.

Her armor was bent as some of the straps looked to be slightly worn out as blood stains all over. There were some scratches on her face, along with a bandage around her forehead and a few more wrapped around her right arm and hand. She smiled to see that you were still alive, but her expression quickly turned to worry as she saw that you had your own bandages.

You do reassure her you are fine for the most part, at least able to stand up for the most part but you have so many questions that need answering.

You wanted answers as you asked jade what happened after the crash.

Jade sighs as she walks up and you gesture her to take a seat. She then begins on what happened after the crash.

After the carriage crashed into a few rundown residential houses, both she and Gilda had to pull themselves out of the wreckage. Sore from the fall, they went to find you before a strange group of griffons started digging through the wreckage. Jade and Gilda had to grab and use whatever they could in the next several minutes fighting, and Jade managed to kill a few of the unknown assailants who she knew were there to rob them. However, she couldn’t help suspecting from the way they jumped them that they weren't after gold or jewels.

After approximately an hour of fighting, the surviving thieves finally decided to retreat. Now that they were alone, Jade and Gilda had continued their search for you, but the rogues apparently already got what they wanted since you were nowhere to be found. Gilda, who did all she could not to panic, checked the rogue griffons’ corpses before she left Jade without a word.

She refused to believe Gilda gave up on you, but she didn’t have time to follow her and spent the entire night searching for you until the twins came along. They could tell she was a guard from her uniform, and figured she must have been a friend of yours, or that she at least knew you.

That’s primarily what led Jade back here. She then inquired on what happened after you were captured. You explained it once again a bit shorter than before, but by the look of Jade’s face, she was mortified.

She kept quiet as you began to put the pieces together. You had no doubt that this whole predicament... was organized by that foul bastard of a griffon king.

All the signs, the carriage, the kidnapping, it all showed how ruthless that insult to the crown really was. Though, you were still curious as to what it was that they planted inside of you. Gallic with a sigh revealed the disgusting piece that was forced into your chest cavity.

Holding it out, you grabbed the item and were left intrigued but horrified. It was like a mixture of modern and a voodoo type culture. The object, bigger than your hand, was a long cylinder with a few wires protruding on the edges and a strange bird-like carving in the front. Turning it around, you could see what looked like some sort of capsule with a strange green sludge swishing around from where the bird mouth was attached, while below, you could tell it must be some sort of battery pack.

Gallic helped by stating that the object was some sort of old style mind control totem which contained a liquid to put the host in something of a hypnotic-induced state. It was made by a griffon scientist centuries ago and later outlawed and banned from ever being used. However, this one seemed more modern which meant it wouldn’t kill the host like the others did. This one was made to do what it was supposed to do.

‘That... That son of a bitch...!’ you growled. Now everything was coming together. The whole dining invite was just a ruse for King Galian to use you as a guinea pig. If he put in this much of an effort to kidnap you, after finishing the insertion, he probably had a plan to get you to join him as a spy or something in that area. It was a logical conclusion for all that’s happened, and you looked at Jade and back at the device.

You were already angry by what this bastard was going to do to you ,as the device was crushed in your palm. Pieces of the device dug into your hand, but your anger masked the pain as you want to murder this bastard even more.

You allowed Gina to bandage your hand again as Jade finally spoke up.

“Once we get back to Ponyville... I’m going to resign...” she choked out. “I... I’m just not cut out to be your personal bodyguard. I mean for Celestia’s sake... you’ve saved me more than I’ve saved you-”

Naturally, you wanted to know what the hell she was talking about.

“With all due respect, Sire... you keep getting put in danger, and no matter how much I try... I can’t protect you-” It was time for her to stop feeling sorry for herself when her face jerked to the side.

She was stunned as she reached up to slowly touch her stinging cheek. She looked down at the shaking hand you just struck her with.

“Jade don’t... I know you care about me and the country you serve, but what you’re saying is utterly ridiculous.” She just stared at you. “In case you forgot, you’re not just another guard. You’re like family to us. A sister to the elements, an aunt to my children, and most of all, a lover and friend to me.” You reached out and pulled Jade into a hug.

You held her tight and felt some tears land on your shoulder as she gave a few hiccups between sobs. She was soon able to calm down a bit, and that’s when you asked how she was able to find you.

Gyro and Galley were taking out the trash when they were approached by a griffon who looked like a common thug. He was thrown right out of the way, barely breathing as Jade came up to smash the bastard’s head in with a bloody mace. You scrunched up as Jade told you how she demanded to know where the king was, and it was from her that the twins heard the description of a human. Once they realized she was talking about you, they immediately told her where you were.

You sighed a bit before the twins informed you that after they told her where you were, she used her mace as a golf club. Let’s just say that thug got to learn what a golf ball would feel like from a 9 iron swing.

“Why Jade?”

She spat onto the ground. “He pissed me off.” You had the urge to scold her for her choice of language in front of a child, but you kept quiet.

“I like her!” Galley giggled, saying exactly what Gilda did when you arrived. That’s when you finally noticed her absence and looked around.

“Jade, where’s Gilda? Surely, she was with you during the fight, wasn’t she?”

Jade shrugged, but she too seemed worried. “She went missing not long after you did. The best explanation I got was something about paying a quick visit before going back to the throne room,” she stated. “I’ve been beating the shit out of all the punks I came across, desperate to find you, Sire.”

You turned your head to the direction you assumed the castle was in. “You don’t think...?”

Your captain knew exactly what you were implying. “Given how big an asshole her father’s been to her and to how he treats you since you first met, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s planning on killing him as we speak.”

You stood up a bit from your spot with both Gina and Gallic’s help. Once you were on your feet, you took a few steps to try and get some blood flowing to your legs, grateful that you were at least capable of walking. After the griffons let you stand on your own, you looked at Jade.

“Alright, how about we go have a chat with the royals?” you said with a bit of anger in your tone. Though Galley and Gyro didn’t understand your tone, their grand-griffs were a bit shaken at how drastically your expressions were shown. After the kind of night you had, they could see why you were mad.

“I thank you again... Do you take checks?” you asked, but the elderly couple waved their hands.

“No, no, no please! We’ve been terrorized and oppressed by King Galian for years. It’s a pleasure to help and to stick it to that despicable bird of a king,” Gina insisted.

“Really, you don’t have to-” Gallic stopped as Jade handed you a checkbook.

Now normally, going through the funds of the Equestrian capital is a bit... What should you call it? Well... unnecessary due to the fact that the currency belonged to Celestia and Luna. However, living in Equestria, you learned before how to save up funds. Over the years, you had acquired some fundings for yourself, including on the adventures you went on. Putting it away, you knew your money wouldn’t be touched since it’s almost impossible to rob the royal vault.

As far as you were concerned, their kindness was worth every bit you gave them. Writing the check, you hand it to Gallic. He and Gina looked down at the sum, and it looked like Gallic was going to have a heart attack as he clutched his chest. Luckily, he managed to get ahold of himself so they wouldn’t have to call Dr. Gregor again.

They looked a bit skeptical on taking so much money but with the amount you give will help them finally leave such a place. Gina teared up a little, and Gallic was crying too.

“Thank you, Your Highness... Thank you...”

You nodded before you wrote another check. “Please give this to the doctor who helped save me too. Surely he would love to find a new fresh start as well.”

Gina nodded. “Indeed. In fact, there’s no time better than the present. His mate will be laying her eggs soon, and he’s been working so hard to find a change of scenery. Rest assured, we’ll give it to him.”

With that, you and Jade left for the castle. Jade had seen the checks and was amazed at the amount of bits. Granted these griffons did save your life, but she’s never seen a royal willing to give them that much money to start a new life. Then again, you weren’t some ordinary royal.

*your POV, castle gate*

The flight to the castle was a bit tricky, as you would have preferred to walk instead. But due to how far the castle was, you figured you’d be able to get there faster than on foot. While you didn’t have any issues concerning your bandages during the flight, the same sharp pain lingered as you descended in front of the castle entrance. The stationed guards watched you land, and fear spread on their faces as they saw the anger in your eyes.

You took a few steps towards them, they held their hailburgs out in front of you to stop you from entering.

“Are we going to have a problem here?” you asked with venom in your tone was enough to send shivers into these great birds’ spines. Like they were freezing in a blizzard, they gripped their weapons, shaking as you looked at both of them. Slowly, they moved their weapons away so you could proceed.

You thanked them as you entered the castle. Both guards lost their composure after you left, their bodies turning as white as ghosts as they fell to the side. Jade just smirked—the castle guards were as tall as minotaurs, yet a human almost half their size was able to strike such a level of terror into them.

Entering the large golden throne room, you gripped your fists as you locked eyes towards the front to catch sight of the bastard responsible for last night’s incident. Your grip grew tight enough that blood started dripping from palms when you got a good look at the sight.

Queen Gliefe was next to Galian in her throne with the right side of her forehead bleeding from a recent beating as she shivered at what she was forced to look at. Her daughter, her pride and joy, was lying unconscious on the floor, having gotten a much worse beating than Gliefe. And it was all too obvious who was responsible as you saw Galian’s paddle drip with his daughter’s blood.

“YOU RUINED EVERYTHING! DISGRACEFUL SLUT OF A DAUGHTER!” he screamed out, still very much in the mood to hit her as he waved his paddle out.

You didn’t notice it before, but you saw a few more griffons standing behind him as Gliefe tried desperately to spare Gilda any more suffering. From where you stood, you saw that these griffons were badly beaten and covered in soot, but from what your instincts said, they were vile thugs who deserved whatever misfortune fell upon them because of how they laughed as their king continued his onslaught.

“ALL THOSE PLANS WASTED ALONG WITH MY BASE! YOU’LL BOTH PAY FOR EVERYTHING!” Gliefe screamed out as Galian hit her again. And it was then that he decided to take a smoke and pulled out one of the cigars that gave Griffonstone a reputation.

Your anger boiled over as your eyes began to change. Standing behind you, Jade could feel the heat radiating out of you, and feared she might get burned as she knew from experience what would come next.

She watched as your hands once again turned as black as charred wood with cracks appearing along them. Speaking of which, she couldn’t see your face as more cracks begin to form on your face all originating in your eyes. You let out a low growl as you watched Galian take a few more puffs.

The griffon king popped his neck as he stared at Gliefe again. He squinted his eyes as his wife met his gaze with one of hate. Whatever love she had for him was gone.

“I guess I’m going to have to teach you some manners and remind you who’s in charge around here. It’ll be over soon...” He snapped his fingers as the thugs who were tasked in capturing the king’s prey pulled out either a blunt or bladed weapon. Walking over, they smirked as Galian stepped aside, leaving his wife in front of the guards.

Galian takes another puff, only to stop. He didn’t know why, but it was starting to get awfully warm here in the throne room.

Both he and his goons darted their sweaty heads from one direction to the next. One thug in particular, who had a nasty burn mark on his face, remembered his orders and stepped closer to Gilda and Gliefe with a spiked club. He prepared to take a swing... but stopped midway.

Galian’s hench-griffs turned to the frozen fool, but their hearts sank when they did so. Turning away from the queen and princess, they watched as the club-wielding griffon’s head was now suddenly behind his back. His spine was protruding from his exposed neck, and his head was left swinging from his still attached spine. Blood spewed out as his mangled body hit the floor.

Everyone, including Gliefe, watched in horror as the thugs were torn apart one at a time. Whoever or whatever was attacking them was doing it with such speed that no one had enough time for a proper reaction. With the sounds of bones breaking and flesh tearing, the punks couldn’t so much as scream as they were ripped limb from limb.

Galian was shaking like the coward he was once the last of his mercenaries was slaughtered in front of him. He only saw a dark shadowy mist form as the last thug tried to fly out the open window, only to have his face smashed against the golden wall. Brains, blood and flesh splattered in the air, and one of his eyes flew and landed right on Galian’s cigar. Instinctively, he dropped his stroggie and wiped the blood from his face.

His veins popped out through his forehead feathers, and he looked over to Gliefe still holding their unconscious daughter. With a loud, undignified roar, he charged at the pair with the paddle still in hand... but nothing happened.

Both the king and queen were dumbstruck. The paddle was just inches away from its target, but Galian couldn’t move it. In fact... he couldn’t move his arm at all.

With so many questions popping into his corrupt mind, Galian wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him as he saw the paddle being lifted up before a loud snap and tear echoed in his ear. He kept his eyes on the bloody paddle, watching as his talons lost their grip as he couldn’t move, let alone feel his arm anymore. And he finally understood why...

Even though she was just spared further abuse, Gliefe continued to shake in fear as her tormentor traced what could barely be called an his arm and lifted it as best he could. His pupils shrunk as his arm from his talon to his elbow... was ripped off.

“KEEP... YOUR F@CKING HANDS... OFF THEM!” a low but demonic tone echoed as blood spewed wildly out from the twisted king’s severed arm.

He finally processed what just happened. A large black hand was holding his amputated arm. His eyes were flooded with terror as he got a good look at someone he never expected to set foot in the royal palace with this much power or anger.

Your hair hid most of your face, but Galian could see your rage filled demonic eyes glowing through the shadows. He’s seen many horrible things in his life, especially since he’s responsible for them, but seeing your eyes, he knew he wasn’t seeing a mortal... but a demon.

Without warning, you twirled the severed arm and with remarkable force, you whacked the bastard of a king away from you. Shivering, Galian covered his severed arm as he stood up.

“GUARDS! GUARDS!” he screeched.

Heeding their king’s call, three elite guards brandished their weapons as they charged at you. You didn’t even flinch as all three guards threw their spears, only for you to dodge them all without altering your cold expression.

The guards, who were shocked at your speed, couldn’t react fast enough as you, with one single swipe, hit all three of them right at their heads. The force was so strong, that each head turned 180 degrees so they were facing what was behind them.

Jade’s heard stories about this rage form, but she’s never seen this side of you with her own eyes. Watching you tear several of the burly griffons like ripping bread from a pan was both amazing and horrifying.

‘Damn... I’m glad I never pissed him off that much...’ Jade thought before getting her head straight and turning to a few more soldiers. She quickly twirled her mace, determined to find out whose head she would bash in next.

Meanwhile, Gliefe had the same expression as the pony captain. Gilda’s words rang in her head and the queen understood them now. The beast was asleep.. And now it was awake.

“What kind of devil are you?” Galian growled. With a quick flash of crimson in your eyes, you howled at the ceiling to answer the insult.

Jade had managed to knock one the guards out as another came at her. Dodging a swipe from his claws, she brought her knee up to connect right with his groin. The griffon guard gasped, as all that protection didn’t do much to save his jewels. Jade smirked and pushed the guard on his back with a gentle tap. She had finished just in time to watch you howl.

You walked backwards a bit and stopped when you found what you sought. You picked up Galian’s favorite paddle and twirled it a bit. He tried to escape, but he was no match for your new speed. He fell back in fear as you pat the paddle with your other hand.

“NOW YOU’RE GONNA SEE HOW IT FEELS YOU SON OF A BITCH!” You whacked him with the paddle as hard as you could. But one strike turned into two, which turned into four, then six, and when you hit him the eighth time, the paddle finally broke into splinters.

‘You sorry sack of shit...!’

Meanwhile, Gilda was regaining consciousness and Gliefe ran up to her daughter to hold her to her chest. “Uh... W-what...?” Gilda’s vision hadn’t fully returned, but through the blurriness she could tell who was hugging her.

Gliefe nuzzled the top of her only hatchling’s head with her beak. Her tyrant husband’s ambitions weren’t even remotely important to her anymore. All she wanted was to protect her daughter. Even if she was an adult, even if she still hated her, it was all the more reason to keep her safe and rebuild that shattered trust.

“Uh...” Gilda tried to speak again, but her mother kept her still. As Gliefe tended to her daughter, she turned to you as you removed your shirt, allowing her to examine her soon-to-be ex-husband’s vile experiment.

“I have the right to break every bone in your body for the little stunt your lackeys pulled last night...” You showed off your bandaged body while your other hand reached into your back pocket.

“I’m so grateful there are griffons who not only resisted your evil influence, but helped get your little science experiment out of me.” You held the device that had been crushed to render it defunct, but you didn’t destroy it completely.

“I believe this also belongs to you...” Holding it out in plain view, Galian gulped as he recognized what you were holding. Gliefe, who saw the device, immediately stood up.

“Where did you get that?” she asked, trying to observe it better. You gave her the view that she was wanted when you turned around.

The queen remembered that this device was one of the royal antiques Galian kept in his vault. She always wondered what purpose it served, but when it came to her husband, she never got any answers concerning what he kept in his vault.

“This little trinket... was planted inside of me...” you stated, returning your angry gaze to Galian. “It was surgically fused into my chest after my sudden kidnapping.” Now that both the king and queen got a good look at the invention, you, without so much force, crushed it to pieces.

By now, Galian was gritting his beak—his plans were completely ruined and he had nothing left. That included his weapon, which he abandoned on his throne after bashing his wife and daughter. Gliefe, who saw her husband as a defeated shell of his former self, could only smile as she reached for her crown. With a firm toss, she used the hard piece of gold to smack Galian dead center of his head. His own crown fell out and rolled away from him.

You still had some rage left to break this bastard and tried to reach out to grab him. When your hand was just inches away, you stopped. Galian still had a bit of fight in him, and using his severed arm, he splashed some blood in your eyes to temporarily blind you.

By the time you wiped the blood, Galian had already moved from his spot to one of the pedestals. Pulling some kind of lever, a secret passageway opened up, and Galian entered without a moment’s waste. Growling, you raced forward to grab him, but the door closed as fast as it had opened.

Even as you pulled the same lever, nothing happened. The doorway sealed itself as you tried to break through. The rotten reality was that the golden entrance proved too tough as your rage started to subside, and you reverted to your normal self.

“Dammit, he got away...” you sighed as your body returned to normal. Good thing too, as your rage was more of a mystery than anything else you experienced in your life. Why you had this much anger was still confusing, but for now, you were just glad you were able to regain control.

Jade rushed over in order to help you up. You used so much energy that before you knew it, your legs gave in.

“You idiot,” she scoffed as she helped you stand. “And they say I have a short fuse.”

“Says the mare who uses a war mace on a thug’s face,” you countered.

Jade met your smirk with her own. “Hey, if you think that’s bad, you should have seen what I did to their leader. His head turned into a jack-in-the-box!”

It was then that you stopped looking so smug and instead stared at Jade with wide eyes as you got her drift.

Gliefe took a few steps closer until she was only a few inches from you. Once she stopped, you and jade watched as the queen of the Griffon Kingdom... fell to her knees.

“Please have mercy on us...” she begged, lowering her head all the way to the floor. Neither you nor your captain could process that a ruler of the aggressive griffon race was actually touching the floor with her head.

‘What the f-’ You stopped thinking and decided to start talking instead. “Why are you-”

“I feel so guilty for what they did to you...” The golden floor was stained with tears as Gilda’s normally proud mother kept her face down. It was time for her to reveal the whole truth.

It’s true that the dinner she invited you to was intended to be a means of building a better relationship with the Equestrian borders after you made her feel more worthy and loved than her husband ever did in all their years of ruling. But somehow, Galian learned of the news, and by his own instinctive malicious intentions, planned all of this. He organized you to be attacked by a ruthless gang so he could stage a rescue and return you home.

She had no idea that her husband was planning on making you his slave, but she was aware that he wasn’t above such things. She figured that once he had you under his control, he planned to sell the resource treaties of Equestria land to Griffonstone, but now she was wondering if he had an even bigger objective.

She understood that her life had no value now—with Galian gone, Gliefe was automatically the new ruler now and would have to take full responsibility for what happened to you.

You listened carefully, as you did agree for the most part. While Equestria had much territory compared to the other neighboring countries, the ponies were no longer the griffons’ only threat. Since you were so kind and persistent in building trust between creatures of different parts of the world, you also gained some new allies among your gatherings.

You’ve befriended Minotauria, Yakyakistan, and even got some of the dragons’ support when it came to war. They would end the conflict faster than it would start.

Plus, Equestria wasn’t the weak, namby-pamby nation that many foreign creatures labeled it to be. Bat ponies were famous for being the hunters of the night, and while those who served the royalty may seem weaker than the other soldiers, looks could be deceiving. They all knew how to defend themselves and the ones they swore fealty to. Griffonstone may have had better weapons and armor, but the flame in their eyes pales in comparison to your soldiers.

Seeing as how the Griffon Kingdom was on thin ice, you looked down at the fallen queen with only one thing to say.

“I forgive you...”

“What?” Jade looked at you in disbelief.

“What?” Gliefe finally lifted her head off the floor.

(“WHAT!?” it was the author’s turn to shout.)

You looked up at the author, amused by his outburst. Naturally, the griffons and Jade were wondering what you found so funny.

You straightened up your posture as you walked over to Gliefe and helped her shocked self up from the floor.

“I said I forgive you,” you repeated, and the words rang in Gliefe’s ears as more tears slid down her face.

You filled them in on how you could very much go public with this incident in both Equestria and other nations... but that would only make things worse. This was all the king’s fault, and you didn’t see why an entire kingdom should have to suffer because of a single greedy bastard’s intentions. Your mission here was to build a stable friendship between Equestria and the griffons—even though Galian escaped, you still had an opportunity to rebuild.

You passed this input onto the queen, telling her that after tonight, they would be able to make a fresh start to rebuild the trust their kingdoms needed. Naturally, there were still plenty of things that needed to be fixed before the ponies and the griffons could establish a true bond.

“If you don’t wish for Griffonstone to be in conflict with war then you must make sure to help Equestria arrest your husband for his assassiantion attempt,” you stated. Needless to say, Galian was now at large and was definitely going to lay low for a while since it was obvious that word was going to get out that he tried to kill the king of another land. In addition, his greed and incompetence of allowing his own kingdom to fall so badly couldn’t be sept under the rug.

Gliefe nodded in agreement, as she wanted to find Galian... so she could kill him, that is. You made sure she knew, though, that even if she found him, she would have to keep him alive long enough so you could interrogate him. She again agrees as you then benign your second wishes. You want her to start fixing the city and to clean up crime once and for all. Griffonstone has suffered for many years and now it’s time to finally rebuild.

“I promise to start the sweep. First we take out the gangs and other criminals that reside in the lower districts. Then we can start rebuilding homes”

You nod as once you get home you can start filing for resources for the materials they will need for the construction.

You did have a few more things to say.

“Gliefe... I don’t share this with just anyone, but when I first met your daughter, I knew immediately from experience what she went through...” Gliefe’s eyes went wide since she knew what you were implying “Yes.. I too was abused by the ones who were supposed to take care of me. But even with this experience...” you touched Gliefe’s shoulder. “...I had no idea when I met Gilda that her mother was also a victim.”

You tightened your grip on the queen’s shoulder, which signified that your little speech wasn’t over yet.

“You have my sympathy for how much you’ve suffered, but you don’t have to go alone anymore. As acting king, it is my great honor to bestow my blessings and pronounce you the true ruler of the Griffon Kingdom. For the sake of your kind, let us help you rebuild for a better future to prosper.”

Gilda, standing on her own by the point, approached you after getting a good look at what remained of the paddle Galian beat her with throughout her childhood. Her face was only seconds away from letting the dam of tears break.

“I... I have so much to confess...” she breathed, not sounding as cocky as she usually did. It was almost impossible to believe that this was Gilda. “That abomination of a father... I said I hated him, but... before I met this dweeb... I had no idea I was turning into him...” She clutched her chest. “I had all this rage building up inside... I became an obnoxious bitch who lashed out at the only friend I had in Equestria...”

“Daughter... I was the cause of all this for not standing up for you sooner. I allowed myself to fall further and let your own father treat you like nothing more than a means to abuse you. Blame me, not yourself.”

Gilda was finally crying and shook her head. “I don’t want to blame you anymore... Mother.”

The queen started tearing up herself... For the first time since her only hatchling moved to Cloudsdale... she finally called her ‘mother’.

You took a step back as the griffon queen and princess hugged and got each other wet with tears. Their first mother-daughter embrace in years.

*a few hours later*

“There you go, Princess,” a doctor said as he finished bandaging and disinfecting Gilda’s wounds. Thank Celestia, she’s so tough.

Jade looked at you, concerned that you weren’t asking for a checkup of your own.

“I’m fine, Jade. Despite the episode, these bandages are still good,” you chuckled as you turned to watch Gliefe get her head checked. “I just hope Griffonstone will finally heal under their new monarch.”

Gilda approached you. “I can’t thank you enough, dweeb,” she spoke up.

You waved your hand out as you were just glad you minimized any more bloodshed. Gilda did ask why would you spare them after everything, to which you replied that you were well aware that Galian caused all this, not the griffons serving him. While some of his soldiers did indeed take sadistic pleasure in all that’s happened, you couldn’t label all griffons as evil just because of the actions of a few.

“Well, I’m healed so I don’t see any point in staying here any longer.” You grabbed your bag which was waiting for you by the door.

“You know your wives are going to murder you since they did warn you not to come,” Jade smirked, watching your face contort at what your family had in store for you.

She had you there and you, without a doubt, would have hell of a lot of explaining to do once you were back in Ponyville. The closer you got to the front Griffonstone gate, the more nervous you grew. You could practically already hear Tia and Luna blowing your eardrums out with their royal Canterlot voices.

It was inevitable that you would have to face the music, but it seemed like your painful return was to be postponed, as Gliefe and Gara managed to catch up with you just as you were about to cross the gate.

“Hasty aren’t they, sister?” Gara grinned at the queen, and got a good grip on your captain’s arm. She sent shivers down Jade’s spine as she leaned in to blow in her ear.

“I... I haven’t expressed my gratitude properly...” Gliefe whispered, holding onto your arm much more gently than Gara held onto Jade’s.

“Your Highness?” You looked up at Gliefe and you turned your gaze from the queen to Jade and gara. As hard as she tried to hide it, Jade was indeed blushing as Gara pressed her bust against Jade’s dented armor.

“Gilda insisted I bring you back to the castle...” Gliefe went on. Obviously, this wasn’t up for debate. You wouldn’t be getting a carriage ride out of Griffonstone unless you played along.

“Alright then. What do you have in mind?“

You became a laughingstock before you knew it, as the griffons watched their queen dragged you back to the castle by the back of your shirt.

‘This is so degrading! Is this how our kids feel when we do this to them?!’ you mentally cried, feeling like a toy being carried by a big foal. You at least hoped that wherever Gliefe was dragging you would have a little more privacy.

*the castle*

You and Jade went your separate ways out in the hall—while you pretty much had no say in the matter of what Gliefe had in store, you at least managed to catch Jade and Gara sharing a kiss before you were taken.

“You deserve a proper reward for your heroism, Your Highness,” Gliefe said as she released your shirt once you were in front of a guarded door. Both of the armored griffons standing in front of it bit their lips, but grew serious and moved aside at their queen’s orders.

“This is our treasure room,” she explained. Nodding to her guards a second time, you watched as they, using some sort of puzzle like dials, turned a few switches. Once the door was ready, the two guards grabbed the latches and pulled it open.

Now as the king, you had your own treasure rooms back in Ponyville and Canterlot, but your eyes went wide as you looked inside the Griffonstone vault. Even by griffon standards, Galian was greedy, as stacks upon stacks of gold bars and jewels were piled high. You figured they were loaded, but you were more interested in the glass cases that were lined around the vault room.

Gliefe allowed you to enter first as you saw a variety of antiques and weaponry inside a few cases, but there was one treasure in particular that caught your eye. In the middle of three armor glass stands was a well decorative chest piece with a familiar symbol imprint in the middle... The Blade family symbol.

“Ah, I see you found King Grover’s son, King Gretiatis’ armor piece. This piece of armor was said to have been made during the great battle of Grogar centuries ago. It hasn’t been worn for all this time, but legends claim that if the user is worthy, it would make them impervious to all magical attacks,” Gliefe stated as she noticed how weak you became in the knees from the shock of the Blade crest.

You placed your hand on the chest piece with the queen’s permission. Grabbing the armor, you smiled at having found another piece. You were one step to completing your father’s armor set.

Gliefe knew that you had done so much to help her and wanted to give something in return. While it was a bit risky to let someone else enter their treasury room, she knew from your face that this chest piece had great value to you. Now that Galian was out of the picture, these artifacts and jewels belonged to her by default, and she could do what she wanted with them.

The guards bowed as they took the chest piece and put in a case for you. But it wasn’t like this was the only reward Gliefe would be giving you today. Lowering her eyes halfway, she placed her polished talons on your shoulders and kissed you.

The level of greed the ex-king put into his collection probably distracted you to the point that you didn’t anticipate the kiss. Playing with your tongue for a good 30 seconds, Gliefe pulled away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“Gilda’s waiting for us... Be a dear and follow me... to the royal bedroom...” Even though she said to ‘follow’ her, in the end, she changed her mind and dragged you to her quarters. Indeed, Gilda was waiting for you on the edge of the bed. More specifically, she was waiting on the bed... with no clothes on.

Without mercy, Gliefe tossed you right into the bed and ripped her dress off with those sharp talons. It was nothing that couldn’t be replaced. It’s been months since you’ve seen her beautiful naked form, and she was still an eye catcher even with the few scratches left behind by Galian’s abuse.

“Turns out I was right. There was something going on between you and my mother here,” Gilda said and gave you a noogie. “Why do you even bother trying to hide things?”

“My life revolves around crazy females like you,” you replied plainly. You really needed to learn to choose your words more carefully—Gilda lost her smirk and glared at you.

“You know, I was thinking of giving you a break after the shit storm you went through... But I’m going to have to reconsider after that smug comment...” And she pulled your pants down to reveal the semi-ready member that was making a nice tent in your boxers.

You bit your lip so your big mouth wouldn’t pour any more fuel on the fire of the two horny griffons.

“My sweet girl suffered a lot more at the claws of that abomination than I did...” Gliefe gave you a quick peck on the cheek. “Take care of her first, and don’t you DARE betray my trust. I won’t allow anyone to harm my hatchling again.”

Gilda blushed and got down on all fours. Since this threesome was her idea, she had already become wet even before you stepped into the room. Grabbing each of her feathery cheeks, under the queen’s supervision, you carefully penetrated her marehood, giving her the cue to screech at the ceiling.

While you were busy handling both mother and daughter, in the room across, Jade was somehow coerced into removing all of her armor so Gara could take her time tasting the pony captain’s beautiful nipples. The latter moaned as the top guard of the Griffonstone army rubbed her naked body against her own.

“Are you worthy to be my rival?” Gara challenged.

“I... ain’t... ah... Ain’t done yet...” Jade groaned, determined to put up a fight. Gara only smiled and carried on with the lesbian lovemaking.

You of course could hear none of the same-sex action next door as you pleased the griffon princess and queen. They were blushing like mad as their knees were planted onto the mattress in the doggy-style form, and they looked at each other as you switched between them.

“Oh my beloved daughter...” Gliefe teared up. “I finally get to see you smile again-AH!!!” You felt a pang of guilt for interrupting the touching moment right there when you pushed your shaft into the queen’s asshole. Although she started off protesting, Gliefe managed to calm herself as you dominated her royal glutes.

As you dedicated to riding the queen and princess in this room and Gara and Jade made love next door, Nightmare Moon was back inside your head pleasing her marehood as she watched the show.

‘Oh sweet Celestia...’ she moaned a bit as she put those fingers to work.

Time passed and you were already on your feet, resuming your thrusts as you pressed Queen Gliefe against the window. Gilda’s beak dropped at how even after such an adventure, you still had the strength to make her mother moan as you thrusted into her weary asshole.

The griffons standing guard by the chamber doors knew very well what was happening, and their boners felt like they would actually break off. Oh, how badly they wanted to peek inside, but that would jeopardize their well-paying jobs.

In the end, they obeyed their naughty brains and decided to take a look, but the moment they tried, they pulled back as a large blade almost pierced one of the peeping Toms in the eye. Without a second to lose, they ran away while they still had their jobs.

*the outskirts of Griffonstone *

“Dammit...” a low voice echoed deep in an alleyway far from the castle. Galian, recently renounced from his throne and power, could only grumble now as everything he owned was gone. His castle, his guards, even his own arm. Discarding all of his luxurious garments and replacing them with the rags he found laying around, he stared at his stub of an arm.

‘How low I, a griffon of royal blood, must have fallen to be running around like a common thug...’ He walked alongside the hallway until he found a place to rest for the night. It was common sense that he had to leave Griffonstone—without his crown to protect him, his former subordinates would hunt him down. But where was he supposed to go?

He knew he had a bunch of safe houses, but he couldn’t go to any of them since Gliefe knew about them as well. ‘Dammit... Where am I supposed to-’ Galian found that he had more things to worry about as something wrapped around his neck. He couldn’t breathe, let alone scream as he was lifted off the ground.

He was literally staring death in the face...

“You disappointed me...” a low voice echoed as the owner’s grip grew tighter. “Your punishment awaits...”

Without a sound, the disgraced king of Griffonstone vanished into darkness, where he would soon be wishing that the Equestrian king succeeded in killing him earlier.

*next morning *

You stretched your muscles as you saw Gliefe wake up beside you in the comfortable bed, completely refreshed after the well-deserved sleep you got after hours of lovemaking. It was your genuine pleasure to grant the queen and her daughter the love and comfort Galian denied them of.

Just for fun, you reached over and gave the queen’s proud chest another squeeze. Damn your obsession for big breasts. Gliefe just smiled and allowed you to keep your hand there so you could enjoy the feel of her feathery bust. Eventually, however, she had to push you away so she could go for the gold that was your member, and you figured a quickie before breakfast wouldn’t hurt.

After breakfast, you were given a new set of clothes, as Gilda took the blame for ripping yours last night. It was water under the bridge as far as you were concerned. Coincidentally, you saw that Jade was also wearing a new set of clothes when you spotted her, as well as a collar around her neck.

It wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to piece together what happened between your captain and Gara.

Gliefe helped to break the awkwardness. For the first orders of her new rule, she ordered her guards to the slums and harsh gang territories and detain any and all gang members or violent residents along the way. Though the dungeons were bound to get crowded, it would at least keep the streets safe. The queen already knew some of the gang leaders’ names. She planned to have the most despicable and hardened criminals brought to the throne room where she could hand out their sentences personally.

While you weren’t necessarily skeptical of this new rule, with the situations the Griffon Kingdom had suffered, a second chance was in order. Time will tell if Gliefe is capable of bringing this broken land together or not. But there is still the matter of Galian’s whereabouts.

Personally, you wanted to find him so you could wring his neck, but you did accept the help of Gliefe’s own guards to track down the ex-king. Stripped of his power and dignity, Gliefe hoped he was suffering for all he’s done.

The current monarch escorted you to a new carriage that she personally wanted you to have as a token of gratitude. This time, Jade double-checked for any beeping or traps around the carriage and gave you a thumbs up once she was convinced.

“You once again have my thanks...” You and Gliefe bowed to each other before she pulled you in for one last kiss. Enjoying it while it lasted, you said your goodbyes and hopped into the carriage. The take off was a bit rocky compared to the carriage you left home in, which was to be expected since this ride was made for griffons.

Watching Griffonstone get smaller the further you flew away, Gilda destroyed the moment in just one sentence.

“You know your lovers are going to break you once you get home, right?”

“Yeah, I know...” you gulped.

*a few days later unknown POV*

It’s been months so far as most of the plan was delayed as the days passed. It wasn’t the first time, as more plans are being put on hold as the ones who were supposed to be kept track of end up leaving... or turn up dead. The leader of the operation kept grunting as his anger and frustration boiled over. Throwing his hands to the side in a swift motion, his plans and schematics, as well as other documents flew off the desk.

‘MANGY MUTT!’ he growled, wondering what was to be done to keep their plans in motion. Just as he finally calmed down, the door opened with a familiar face walking in. Or at least whatever part of his face the darkness of the room didn’t hide was recognizable.

“Any news yet?”

All the agent did was bow. “The king doesn’t suspect anything. And even though some of our funding was cut, we still have enough weapons from Crimson’s stash.”

The boss tapped his finger against the desk, irritably, but there was at least something else to help with his cause. “And the mutt... What is he up to?”

“Wolf is growing more vicious in destroying our plans but... he’s only one agent. Even if he puts together a team, we have an army.”

That report didn’t make the boss feel any better. “THAT’S NOT THE POINT YOU DUMBASS!” He slammed his hands against the desk, but the second in command didn’t even flinch. “That dog isn’t a simple agent. Believe me, I know.”

The second in command wanted to take the chance to speak now that his superior was calm again, but the latter shooed him away. “Begone with you. I need some time to think.”

He heard the door open and shut again, signaling that he was alone again. Making sure the coast was clear, he pushed a few documents away and pulled out a single photo. He stared at it with contempt, as the picture was the last bit of memory he used to cherish.

It showed him in his younger years. Back then, he was still laughing and full of hope and good memories in contrast to today, where he has only anger and hate.

He kept staring at the photo as he grabbed another bottle of rum and a shot glass. Taking a shot, he placed the glass on top of the photo. He wasn’t alone in the picture, as beside him were his two favorite students. One was the same second in command who just came into his office.

The other was a diamond dog.

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WHOOO WEEEE FOLKS OF FIMFICTION!! Wolfman here so we-

*Comes in with collar*

Whoa dude what happened to you? Whats with the collar?

*Grumbles* let's say it's for my protection.

Uh……. Okay then…. So FOLKS of FIMFICTION wolfman here letting you know that this chap really was a doozy and I decide to go back to the roots. So without further delay BRING OUT TH- *stops as basket smacks side of head* OW!!

*laughs* wow first time that happened in a while

*Rubs head* OH SHUT UP! *Digs hand into basket and pulls out 3 slips* alright so first mare to get a chance for a spa special is *sees first name*

Well looks like we are going to be bowling towards this lane. THATS RIGHT LETS GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR PINNY LANE!

I've never had the chance to bowl before. And with a professional bowler would be interesting.

Hell yeah, *grabs second name* our second lucky mare to get a chance to take this special is *sees second name* ooohhh looks like we got another resident of ponyville. SO LET'S GIVE A SHOUT-OUT TO MISS JUNEBUG!!

Miss Junebug huh she's almost like a carrot top and I hear she's married. Oh boy.

Lol wow well it won't be your first time with a married mare. *Grabs the third name* and our third and last mare that has a chance for a special spa treatment goes too *sees the third name*

Well looks like jazz is coming to ponyville. THAT'S RIGHT GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR CLEOPATRA JAZZ!

Cleopatra jazz?

Not much info except she's an amazing jazz player in las Pegasus and a very beautiful banana mare.

Hmmm I only hope she's not married. Don't need any more headaches from now on.

Hey why no-

THERE YOU ARE! *comes stomping in*

Uh rar- *stops as rarity grabs ear and drags him away* OW OW!

you are still in trouble. Come home now! *Drags ray out*

WAIT WAIT WAIT WOLF HELP!!!

*shakes head* sorry bud ain't my problem.

SO FOLKS OF FIMFICTION THAT'S ALL WE HAVE FOR THE TIME BEING! TUNE IN NEXT FOR ANOTHER SPECIAL SPA TREATMENT: HUMAN EDITION!!!