Exchange Rate Anon Ch11

Chapter 11

>The griffoness in the bondage suit gasps as you thrust into her, your unreasonably huge cock barely fitting into her extraordinarily tight hole, despite the gaping from the earlier penetration.
>"Oh, Oh GAWT! IT'S SO BIIIIGGG!!" she screams as you force your way in.
>And you really feel it.
>Like trying to shove a sausage into a keyhole.
>But you manage to get it in, touching the head of your cock against the opening of her cervix, the full length of your shaft still exposed to the air, as that special organ rests a mere inch from the entrance of her vagina.
>The other griffons are staring in awe, moving their claws to hide their tiny cocks as you ravish their captain, her identity hidden by the nearly all-encompassing bondage suit, in front of them.
>Her shuddering pussy is soaked, almost gushing fluid out of it. But even so, it is tight, like a vice clamped on your cock.  You can barely even move at all.
>You try pulling out slightly to thrust back in, but you just pop out.
>But she is gaping a bit at the earlier intrusion, so you line up again, and with slightly less force than was required before, you force it in, getting just a slight bit further, pressing against her inner mouth.
>She grunts as you do so, straining against you, trying to force the full length of your alien cock into her.
>Despite the pain, she seems overwhelmed with pleasure, her tongue lolling out like a bitch in heat.
>Her pussy is stretching out around your cock, shifting to accommodate your huge girth, ruining her forever for the tiny-dicked males of her own species.

>You briefly wonder if a griffon female ever fucked a stallion.
>You banish the thought as you pull back slightly again, this time remaining within her, and thrust forward again, this time penetrating her cervix, wrenching it open as though she were giving birth.
>Her screams of agony and ecstasy echoed in your ears, and likely throughout the entire settlement as you slid your full length into her, pressing firmly against the back wall of her womb, and stretching that some ways as well before hilting.
>She was reduced to a quivering mess as you ruined her insides, thrusting like an animal, forcing her to remember the shape of your cock for the rest of her life.
>You feel yourself getting close.
>You weren't sure where she was or how she felt, other than that what you were doing was having a profound effect on her. She seemed to have lost control of language and was reduced to communication through grunts and, amusingly, squaks.
>"Ma..Master, please…"
>Begging for it to stop already?
>"Master please, make me yours!"
>The entire length of her bitch canal was convulsing, slowly taking on a rhythm that was like that had earlier appeared in her throat, trying its very best to suck the semen out of you and deliver it to her hungrily waiting eggs.
>You can't hold back any more, and you feel your seed gushing into her, fighting against the tightness around the base of your dick, pushing through until it is deposited directly into her womb, filling every bit of available space, far more than any half dozen griffons could ever come up with in a day.
>You smile as you soften slightly inside her, and pull out, a flood of semen following, her biology simply unable to take it.
>You lean forward and whisper into the ear hidden behind the long feathers of her head
"And now, your punishment."

>You pull the ball gag out of your pocket, and reaffix it to her suit, placing it in her mouth, and pull off her blindfold.
>She blinks a bit at the sudden brightness, then looks at you, her eyes half lidded in the afterglow of what must have been a series of orgasms which simply ran together such that you couldn't even count them.
>Then, they widened at the realization.
>The other griffons.
>You give her a predatory smile.
>She was almost certainly going to be recognized like that.
>You smiled at her, reaching down to her cat pussy with your hands, and gathering up some of the spunk that had spilled out of her, and splatted it on her face like it was a cream pie [spoiler]max lel[/spoiler].
>She sputtered a bit, before looking at you angrily, but unable to say anything through the ballgag.
>"Whu-hu-huk!?"
>You chuckle a bit at her reaction before whispering:
"It's a disguise, Diva dear. You don't want them to recognize you now do you?"
>It took a second, but the realization dawned on her.  The mess would make it harder to recognize her.
>She could still go back.
>Sort of.
>Maybe.
>You smiled as you rose, ruffling the long feathers on her head as though she were a child, making them a bit sticky with the leftover cum while also cleaning your hands of it, and rendering her slightly harder to recognize. Three catbirds with one stone.
>You turned back to the other griffons.
"So, who's next?"
>One of them stepped forward, a slight tremble in his movements.  Not the alpha.
"And after?"
>The alpha stepped forward as well.
>You turn to the last one.
"Ok, what's your name?"
>"Gulliver, sir."
"Gulliver, I want you to go round up all the male griffons you can find, including members of the guard, and bring them back here, IF they are interested in participating.  When you're done come on back and I'll let you to the front of the line.  Ill pay you a month's salary for your trouble."
>He was looking dejected, but brightened considerably at that.

>"Y-yes sir!" and he immediately turned and ran off.
>You turned back to the other two.
"Well? What the fuck are you waiting for? Have at it!"
>With that your turned back to the rest of your your party, who were looking on with expressions of either complete disgust (Celestia and Annabelinda) or utter arousal (Luna)
>You point to the ground.
"Celestia, chair."
>She stood there for a moment, reluctance on her face.
"Do you want me to cancel the rest of today's reward?"
>The regalia.
>"N..no, Master, Sorry, Master."
>She quickly lay down in the filth of the alleyway, providing a place for you to sit, her belly.
>She let out a little "omf" as you plopped down.
>That fuck session had taken quite a bit out of you.
>You look over at Luna, who is clopping herself senseless, staring up at the sky.
>Apparently she is less interested in watching griffons fuck than you fucking a griffon.
>You are certain she was staring at you while you were destroying Godiva's nethers.
>You turn to look at Anna, who is staring at you with a rather odd look on her face. Anger and uncertainty.
"Did you wish to speak to me, Anna darling?"
>You can't really hold back the condescension, despite the fact that she is one of the few creatures in this country that could kill you without you even being able to react, moving so fast you can't even see when she has moved.
>That worries you a bit, but you will have to think on that more later.
>"Master, I can't say that I approve of this debauchery.  Lovemaking is to be a private affair, and not one to be shared between more than two individuals.  Every time I have seen something like this, all the participants always flee or burn at my approach.  Surely there must be some reason, some greater purpose behind what you do, something which will bring greater order and harmony to the universe.  Please, Master, tell me what it is!"
>The anger has gone out of her eyes, replaced with pleading desperation.

>God damn that's attractive. Her world is turning upside down, but she still trusts you absolutely, if for no other reason than your serendipitous immunity to her fire magic.
>You rise from your Celeschair and walk over to her, and kneel in front of her to get closer to her eye level, as she is still in her smallest form.
>You place your hand on her head.
>Her flames had returned with her anger, and hadn't dissipated.
>The flames lapped at your hand, that pleasant heat, not unlike the afterglow of a chili pepper, or the taste of cinnamon, but around your hand rather than your tongue.
>Now around your tongue.
>Her eyes widen as you kiss her, your tongue invading her mouth as it opens in shock.
>You grip her by the back of the head to prevent her from pulling away, while your other hand finds its way between her rear legs.
>She is wet down there.  Dripping, really.
>You almost jump as you touch her vagina, the flames more intense than anywhere else on her body now, and find that it winks onto your finger, grasping at you, pulling you inside.
>You smile and pull back from the kiss, only to find her long, serpentine tongue still wrapped around yours.
>You give her a disapproving look, and she quickly releases you.
"Can you honestly tell me that such things are evil, when they make you feel so good?  When your fires fail to so much as give me a sunburn?"
>"I..I don't know, Master..  I was always told that…"
"That's your problem.  You have allowed others, other PEOPLE, fallible beings, to dictate right and wrong to you.  No.  You must learn to trust in yourself.  In your feelings, and in your magic.  Do you understand?"
>"I…I think so."
>You put your forehead to hers, and she closes her eyes, enjoying the contact.
"Everything will always be fine, so long as you listen to your Master."
>She nods slightly, not breaking contact with your head.
>"I…I must take time to think on this.  Please forgive me, but it is difficult for me to understand all this."

>It suddenly strikes you.
>She probably hasn't had physical contact with ANYONE in YEARS.
>Perhaps that is one reason she is ignoring logic and abandoning her morality so easily.  Years of what amounts to sensory deprivation.
>You had read that solitary confinement can do terrible things to a mind, including making it more plastic.
>Perhaps it would be better to put her on the spot.
>You smile a predator's smile again as you pull away from her, turning from her before she reopens her eyes.
"You can take all the time you need to think about it if you must, but you should learn to trust your magic and your master who your magic has chosen for you over all else. It would be a pity for you to end up alone…"
>Her eyes snap open at that.
>"M..master, I…"
>You turn your head partway to look at her over your shoulder, your face cold and disapproving.
>She actually, literally shrinks from what you thought was her smallest size.
>"I…I'm sorry.  I won't doubt you again.  Please…please don't abandon me."
>She's on the verge of tears.
>How fragile that shell.
>She's as small as a foal now, her eyes huge and watering.
>So cute.
>You add a bit of warmth to your smile, and turn to face her straight on, before dropping to the ground, indian style.
>You pat your lap.
>She hesitates for a short moment, and then dashes forward putting her forelegs around you, holding on tight.
>Out of reflex, your arms go around her slight form.
>She's so warm. You feel almost like you are in a sauna.
>You'd like to take advantage of the moment to claim her virginity, but you are still spent from earlier.
>Instead, you grip her by the armpits and lift her out of the embrace, and set her instead in your lap, where she curls up and promptly falls asleep.
>Christ, you just realized she hasn't slept since you met her.
>She has been guarding you while you slept with the Princesses, and had been up the entire night before that as well.

>You stroke her lightly, her mane that beautiful golden color, her skin that translucent white, the pale blue light of the sapphires she had eaten in ages past gleaming softly through.
>You spare a glance to Luna, who is still watching the scene with the griffons unfold, eyes glazed over, clopping herself like her life depended on it.
>Following her line of sight, you see that more griffons have begun to arrive.
>You find yourself grinning like a madman as the first two griffons are arranging the incoming griffons by penis size, letting those with "large" members cut to the front of the line.
>There might be an interesting chance here. If you can get the griffons to start thinking about themselves and others in terms of the size of their penises, that will give you a powerful tool [spolier]lel[/spoiler] which will help you to bring them under your control.
>But how to do it?
>There has been remarkably little infighting or even so much as a scuffle.  It's really pretty remarkable.
>Possible that they have a built in sense of pecking order, and will quickly change their positions when new criteria for said order arise, and without complaint.
>Is that possible?
>You look over at the two griffons who first took advantage of your offer.  One of them is ranked higher than the other.  Maybe that has something to do with it.
>You give a slight start as air rushes around you.
>You look up from your seated position to see that Gulliver has returned.
>"Sir, I did just like you asked.  No takers among the officers, but most of the guardsmen and civilians seemed interested."
>No officers.
>Meaning the officer leading the first group was probably the highest ranking griffon here.
>Maybe they are just obeying him.  But your other hypothesis bears testing, but that is something for later.
>You are confident you can get control of the settlement in either event, the only question is whether you will be able to control it openly or through Godiva.

>You gently lift the sleeping dragon-horse from your lap into your arms and stand up, stroking her lightly.
"Well done, Gulliver. Go ahead and go to the front of the line.  I will have your reward sent to you by tomorrow."
>He smiled a goofy, guileless grin before bowing to you and running off to the front of the now dwindling line.
>A very few latecomers were still filtering in, but these griffons seem to be quick shots for the most part, so the line was getting shorter and shorter.
>Still carrying Anna, you step over to where Luna and Celestia are sitting in silence, watching the event trail down.  Luna seems clopped out and back to her normal self.
"Luna, do you have a blanket or towel or something like that in your saddlebags?"
>You indicate the small form sleeping in your arms.
>She looks at you with a hint of surprise on her face, and smiles gently.
>"No, Master, but you can use my saddle blanket if you like."
>She pulls the saddle bags off of her back and unclips the attached blanket, holding it out to you.
>You take the offered blanket and wrap Anna in it, and gently lay her tiny form down on the ground.
"Don't wake her if you can avoid it. I'm going to mingle with the griffons for a bit, then we'll head for the goldsmith, ok?"
>You pat Celestia's head as you say that.
>She was looking down, away from you, but turns to face you at that, a small smile creeping onto her face.
"You like rewards don't you, white whorse?"
>She blushes a bit, and looks back down and away from you.
>"Y..yes, Master."
>You lean in and whisper into her ear.
"Yes, that is right, you should always be honest with me, even when it is embarrassing.  Good whorse."
>You turn from her as she shudders in ecstasy, and head over to where the griffons have been gathering after fucking Godiva.

>The alley has taken on a real sort of party atmosphere.  Someone was playing a lute and singing in a language you didn't recognize, and griffons were laughing and talking, and clapping each other on the back.
>You noticed that the fish vendor you patronized yesterday had even set up his stand, and was selling beer as well.
>As you approach, the guard captain who had been coordinating the whole affair for you called out.
>"Lord Anonymous! Looks like everyone is done.  This guy here was the last one."
"Good, good.  Give me a little time with my slave, would you, but make sure no-one leaves.  I have a few things I'd like to say before they go about their business for the day."
>He saluted smartly, and turned to leave, putting his arm around the young griffon who apparently had the smallest dick in the settlement, dragging him along.
>"Come on now son, I'll buy you a beer."
>You wonder if that is actually his son or if it is just how older griffons address younger ones.
>The thought flits out of your head as you approach the shuddering form of Godiva, still face down, ass up, her tail flitting about erratically, almost as if searching for yet another mate.
>You squat down next to her and glance around to make sure you are alone, or at least, that you won't be overheard.
"So, how was your punishment?"
>You remove her ball gag, allowing her to speak.
>"M..master, it was so…fucking…MUCH."
>Her eyes are wide, almost psychotic, and the leather of her suit creaked and groaned as she stretched against it.
>You're not really sure what to make of that.
>But she did just get fucked by something like two hundred guys.
"You want some more?"
>"No! Or…yes…I mean…I don't know…"
"You don't know what you want?"
>"I…I do…I want…YOU, Master.  You were so much better than them.  I don't think anything will ever compare again…"
>You give her a predatory smile.
"I'll give you all you want and more, Godiva, so long as you do what I tell you.  Understand?"

>"Yes…Master."
"Good. Now I have a few things I want you to tell the crowd here."
>She goes a bit wide eyed.
"Don't worry, I'll let you wear your mask while you do it. You should be able to disguise your voice so they don't recognize it."
>She calms down a bit at that.
>You lean forward to whisper her lines into her ear.
"Can you remember all that?"
>"I think so, Master."
"Good."
>You take her leash out of your pocket and reconnect it to her collar, replace her mask, and remove her hobble, allowing her to walk more normally before leading her forward to where someone had placed a large crate as an impromptu stage, and helping her up onto it.
"My good griffons, may I have your attention!"
>The music died down and a hush fell over the crowd as all assembled turned towards you and your bound slave.
"I wish to thank you for participating in the training of my newest slave, my first griffoness, who has long desired to be publicly and massively used in this way, which all of you have enabled. From the bottom of my heart, thank you."
>There was a cheer at that.
"And did you all enjoy it?"
>Another cheer, even louder.
"Good, I'm glad you all had a good time, now, my newest slave has a few words she would like to say to you."
>You push Godiva forward, so she is front and center.
>She hesitates a moment before she starts to speak, expressing her true feelings to the crowd.

>"My master has taught me a great many things in the short time I have known him. The first and most important is to not be hesitant to express what I want, and the truth is that I want dick.  All the dick, all the time.  I'll tell you that I have another identity, one that you would never expect to be a slave, and that if you discover that identity, and agree to keep it a secret, I will do A~N~Y~T~H~I~N~G you want, so long as my true master approves."
>She licks the rim of her beak.
>"Anyone that can figure out my true identity can get me to do pretty much anything they want me to do, but if you should proposition the wrong girl, well…"
"Well, that sounds like a fun game, doesn't it?"
>Cheering as though from a crowd ten times the size of this one.
>They are really into it.
>This really is going to be fun.
"Now, I want you ALL to know that I really and truly appreciate your help breaking in my little catbird here. Fulfilling her fantasies while also teaching her the difference between griffon and my own anatomy has emblazoned on her a loyalty I could never have gained without all of you.  I consider you all to be my friends, and if any of you should ever have a problem, I encourage you to come to me, and I will help you."
>More cheering.
>They are eating out of your hands.
"And now, everyone drink up, on me!"
>The cheering becomes deafening.
>You hop down from the crate, and pull Godiva with you.  She stumbles a bit, but you make sure she recovers quickly.
>You flip the vendor a copper.
"Make sure they have a good time."
>"Y..yes sir!"
>You just made a street vendor into a rich man.  Good for him, and for you.You are another step closer to your goal.
>You move to gather up your possessions and head for the goldsmith. Hopefully this will be the end of any drama for now.