Gilda takes some Butterscotch candy Pt. 2

> He brought his hoof up to caress his red, sticky cheek.
>"...why..?"
> He felt his legs being forced apart.
>"Please! S-stop!"
> He cringed as he felt her hot breath against his balls.
> They disappeared into her beak, her tongue slowly massaging him.
> He felt his cock rising and choked back a sob at the realization that he was enjoying this.
> She glanced up, and inwardly grinned.
> His balls dropped from her mouth as she uses two talons to hold up his cock.
> He blushed, feeling more degradged, if that was possible. She made him feel small, holding his...you know... like it was too tiny.
>"It's amazing that a dweeb like you could have a dick like this."
> She gave it a hard lick, sending a chill up Scotch's spine.
> A stong flap of her wings put her on top of him.
> As his erection pressed against her wet enterance, his panic renewed.
>"N-no! Please! I don't want this! I've never--"
>"Shut up."
> She lifted her hips and positioned his cock.
>"Just remember this,"
> She paused, taking in his pitiful expression.
>"You'll never be more than what you are now: A toy."
> She slammed her hips down, taking In every inch at once.
> He cried out in pain; His tiny hips were being crushed by her colossal ones everytime she came down.
>'What did I do to deserve this?'
> Her ass slapped against his thighs.
>'I didn't want this...'
> The pressure in his balls gradually increased to the point where it almost hurt.
>'Did I?'
> Gilda suddenly came to a screeching stop.
> She let out a deafening screech as her walls tightened around his dick.
> Butterscotch made a much quiter, strangled noise as he came inside of her.
> Everything became eerily quiet.
>'Please. Please, Celestia. Let her leave. Please, just leave.'
> The weight on his pelvis lifted.
> His limp cock slid out of her.
>"Thanks for the fuck, Dweeb. We should do it again, sometime."
> Then she was gone.
> And all he could do, was curl up in a ball and cry.