Fuck Toy Gilda 2 [mlp]

Wake up.
>You give the cat in your bed a poke.
Get up.
>A nudge.
WAKE UP!
>Shouting and flipping her over does nothing.
>With a sigh, you grab the side of the mattress and lift, sending her rolling onto the floor.
>"AGH! WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?"
Oh, my kitten finally woke up. Mornin!
>"Oh, right, I remember now. What time is it?"
About 5. Right, well now that you're up, I can get to my paper. You make the bed, it's a mess, then go fix me some breakfast.
>"What? Who the hell do you think you are?"
>Walking over, you grab her by the collar and tug till she starts choking.
Why, I'm you're owner of course. You know, the person who owns you. You know, like property.
>You let go, and she lets out a small cough, surely playing it up.
>"Fiiiine, I'll make your damn bed, and make your damn breakfast."
Good girl. We'll need to work on that attitude at some point...But I can't expect miracles overnight, now can I?
>You only hear a mix between a grumble and a growl as you walk out of the room.
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>Ten minutes later she walks out, anger plastered over her face.
>"Alright asshole, what do you wanna eat?"
>You hardly look up from your paper.
Just an omelette, after you make me some coffee. Thanks.
>She grumbles, but complies.
>"So, I was wondering. The fuck, seriously, I thought this would all be sex, I didn't sign on to be your fuckin maid."
That so? You really think I'm gonna let you lay around and do nothing but get dicked while I pay all the bills? No, you're gonna work too.

>"Where do you even get your money? The fuck do you do?"
I invent things now and then, and the money just rolls in.
>"Wait, so you don't actually even work, I'm doing everything. Why don't you get off YOUR ass and do this shit?"
Because I have enough money I can afford to be lazy. Obviously.
>"Then why the fuck don't you hire a real maid?"
Because you're not doing anything else? If you want, I can throw you to the street and hire someone a lot less annoying.
>She doesn't respond, she just glares until you break the silence.
I believe you have some food to make kitten. Extra ham, get to it, chop chop.
>The smell of burnt bacon fills the room as Gilda works on your food.
>30 minutes later, and she slides your meal across the table, more "at you" than to you.
>Before you can do anything, she starts to dig into hers.
>Casually, you get up and grab her talon.
Time for some house rules. First, you'll only eat during meal times, and you must ask for snacks first. Second, you may not eat until I'm finished unless I say otherwise.
>She simply gives you a deadpan glare.
>"You have GOT to be kidding."
>Bopping her head lightly with your rolled up newspaper, you press yourself.
Serious as a stroke. You can eat when I'm done.
>She stares in disbelief as you take your seat and start eating.
Hmm, your cooking could use a lot of improvement.
>A hmmph is all you get.
Could be worse though.
>You continue eating, slowly. You're not rushing yourself on her account.

>Every time she tries to start eating, she's met with a swift hit to the head from your paper, earning her you several angry glares.
>Eventually, she grabs her plate and runs.
>You give chase.
GET BACK HERE CAT!
>She laughs, but the "chase" is cut short mere seconds later.
>Her talons too full to run, and the room to small to properly fly, she smacks into a wall, dazing herself and spilling her plate.
>Before she can regain her senses, you grab her by the collar and drag her back to the table and plop her back into her chair.
SIT! Stay.
>Retaking your own seat, you look her dead in the eyes.
Hope you're happy, because you just lost breakfast.
>She simply folds her arms and refuses to look you in the eyes.
>"Go fuck yourself dude. Seriously, go fuck yourself."
>You ignore her insult, and go back to eating and reading while she watches.
>"So when do I get to eat then? Seriously."
Seriously, you'll get to eat at lunch. Seriously.
>Her beak hangs open in further disbelief, and several minutes pass before she's finally had enough.
>"You know what?"
>She hops onto the table, snatches your plates, and slams it onto the floor, sending broken glass everywhere.
>"FUCK YOU!"
>Before she can turn her attention back to you, you grab her collar.
Alright cat, you wanna act that way? Fine.
>You drag her down the hall by the collar as she struggles against you.
>"LET ME THE FUCK GO ASSHOLE!"
>Her struggles do little however as you head into the basement.

>In the back, you reach what you're looking for. A large, metal, locking collar fused to a chain attached to the wall.
>You pull off her normal collar, and slap the heavy beast around her neck, a deep thunking click confirming the it's locked.
>Turning to grab your next tool in her training, a light hit lands on your head as Gilda's old collar lands on the floor, the metal tag giving it it's minor force.
>It's not important. You go back to your work. A bottle of lube, and a moderate sized plug.
>"What's all this shit anyway?
This?
>You take a step closer with the toy in hand.
This is a dungeon. As I'm sure you've guessed, I have a thing for bdsm, and the money for the kink. If it wasn't you, it would have been someone else.
>You get closer, and she finally realizes what you're holding, and backs into the wall.
>"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. What do you think you're doing with THAT?"
I'm pretty sure I told you yesterday. Your cunt is too small for me, so I'm gonna prepare that ass for my use.
>"Hahahahah! HA! No, I don't fuckin think so."
Hmmph. Again, you're going to do as I say, or you're gonna get the fuck out.
>"Yeah? And what if I decide it's not worth staying here?"
You sure about that? For just a little sex, and hardly any work, you're getting a place to stay, food to eat, and maybe the luxuries of wealth.
>She rests a talon on her face, and looks to be thinking.

If you remember, you CHOSE to come back for the sex. The work is easy, and I can be quite an agreeable guy if you can act good for 5 minutes.
And honestly, I can't promise I'll welcome you back if you storm off again, so I'd think really carefully about it if I were you. I don't see a punk bird like you having many options.
>Her eye twitches at the comment, but she gives a defeated sigh before turning and presenting herself.
>"Fine. Just get it over with."
>Adding a generous amount of lube to your hand, you completely slick the plug before moving to her rear.
>In an almost massaging motion, you work it into her tight ring. This earns a slight purr, barely audible as she tries to hold it back.
>Satisfied, you push your thumb into her ass, getting a surprised yelp before you begin to jackhammer it, quickly causing her to crumple to pleasure.
>Happy with her response, you pull out and line the plug to her hole.
>Pushing slowly, the plug makes its way into her bit by bit, until, finally, the flare passes, causing her to let out a very loud squawk.
Pfft, hahaha. Alright, I'll be back to let you out around lunch. You got about 7 feet of chain by the way, don't be afraid to practice with that thing.
>The red of her embarrassment shows through her feathers somehow, covering any anger at you laughing at her.
>"Y..Yeah, right. See ya later. You better not leave me down here too long."
>Stopping in your tracks, you turn back to look at her.

Just for that? I'm leaving you chained for an extra hour.
>"WHAT? YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME!"
Two hours. We can make it 3 if you like.
>"*ugh* I'm sorry....sir."
You're learning! Good, it's a start. You need to remember that I'm in charge, of everything.
>You laugh as she shakes with barely contained rage, before you turn to head upstairs.
>Before you close the door, you shout down a warning.
I'll be checking in every now and then by the way. That plug better not come out.
>"Fucking.....yes....sir...."
See! You'll be a proper cum dump in no time.
>You slam the door before she can respond, only a muffled yell is heard from behind the heavy door.
>With nothing else to do, you decide to clean the mess it left before heading out to pick up some supplies.
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>Who the hell does he think he is?
>WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE IS?
>He took your claws, he admitted to using you, he calls you property, he's making you work, insults you, and won't let you eat.
>And now you're chained you in a dark basement with some toy shoved up your ass, and he says you're in trouble if you take it out.
Ugh, why am I doing this shit again?
>Sex, really great sex. And stuff.
>You'd never admit it, but he was right, your future wasn't looking so bright.
>This way, at least you're not living on the street. Hell, you could even get some pretty boss shit.
>And all you'll have to do is suck up and play his stupid little game.
Heh, I think I can do that.

>Looking around, you're unable to make anything out in the pitch black room other than a hatch directly under where the chain meets the wall.
>Under it is nothing but a hole.... this is probably so he could keep someone here long term if he wanted, but you don't plan on being here that long.
>With nothing else to do, you curl up and try to sleep, since dick head decided to throw you out of bed at fucking 5 in the morning.
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>Going over your list, you confirm you've gotten everything you came for.
>As you turn to leave the market, you're seen by Dash.
>She perks up and waves as she flies over.
>"Heya Anon! Wassup?"
Hey Dash. Nothing really, just pickin some stuff up. What's up with you?
>"Oh, wheather, work, and of course being super totally awesome!"
>You kinda tune her out as she starts to go on about tricks she's done, or trying to do.
>It's not that you dislike Rainbow, it's just you've had this talk with her more times than you care to remember.
>As you near your house, a hoof to the shoulder jolts you back to reality.
>"Hey Anon, I've been meaning to ask, someone said they saw Gilda come by your place yesterday."
Huh? Yeah, she did.
>"Cool! I haven't seen her since we had our fight, and I kinda wanted to see if we were still friends now that she cooled down and all."
Well Dash, I think she's pretty busy now, but I'll ask if I see her again.
>"Thanks...Why was she even there?"
Just owed me a favor because I beat her in a drinking contest.

>"Haha, you out drank Gilda? Funny."
Yeah....well, I'll see you later Dash.
>"Sure, later monkey man."
>You unlock the door as she flies away, and put your stuff away and head towards the basement to check on your toy.
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>The door creeks open, waking you from your sleep and showering you with blinding light.
>Which is only made worse when he flicks the basement lights on.
>"KIIIITY kitty kitty kitty kitty! Time to get up."
Yeah, yeah, I get it, I'm a fucking cat. Stupid monkey.
>He gives you a small frown and sets a bowl he was carrying on a table.
>You rub your eyes as they slowly adjust, giving you your first look at the room.
>It's normal sized, aside from the table and your chain, there's also lots of weird whatever's folded up in a corner with some boxes.
>There's also some shelves, a dresser, a movable mirror, and a human sized twin bed.
>The whole room is stone, and lightly sloped towards a drain in the room's center, and there's another door on the side of the room.
>This dude has serious problems.
>He quickly closes in on you and roughly grabs your tail.
>You spin to pull away, but he just grabs your collar and holds you.
Hey dweeb! What do you think you're doing?
>"Me? Just checking on what's mine."
Don't you have anything better to do than talk down to me? Dude, you are SO lame. Even worse than Pinkie.
>"OH! Hey, that reminds me, Dash asked if I'd seen you. Something about making up. So if you're REALLY good, I'll set up a little play date for you."

>Your only response is a growl.
>Anon on the other hand, has now lifted your tail and is looking your bits over like meat.
>"Maybe I'll even let her have some fun with you. She seems she might swing that way. Right?"
Y...YOU'RE AN ASS! YOU'RE AN ASSES ASS!
>"Mmhm."
>You feel your insides shifting a bit as he twists and lightly tugs the toy.
>"So how's the plug working out for ya?"
Sore. I'm really sore.
>"I see..."
>He stands and makes his way back to the table to take the bowl.
>"That's normal, you just need more experience with it is all."
Of course. Don't let me take it out or anything.
>"EXCELLENT IDEA!"
>He sets the bowl in front of you.
>"Anyway, here's your lunch.
>It looks like slop.
>You lean forward and give it a small sniff, then take a taste, only to instantly spit it out.
Dude, what IS this? It tastes horrible.
>"Cat food."
>You spit it out, fast. And begin scraping your tongue.
>"Nice and cheap too. Only the finest puréed pig anus for you."
No. Let me out of here. I'm not going to take this shit. Not from you, not from fucking ANYONE.
>You puff up, and let out a roar.
>"My freakin ears. Oww....Heh, are you sure about all that? Something brought you back after 2 months knowing EXACTLY what would happen."
*grumble*
>"Run off again, and I'm not letting you come back. Now, if you're good, I'll bump you back up to people food."
>A small poke of the slop lets out squelching sound.
I'm not hungry.

>"Well, until you finish that, you're not getting anything else. I'm not throwing away money on food for you to waste."
>He reaches out and pats you on the head.
>You've had enough, and you bit him, hard.
>"OWW! MOTHERFUCK!"
>He leaves as blood runs down his arm.
>As much as you hate the idea, you decide to eat the slop he gave you, just so he can't take it away.
>It's not easy, but you manage to force it down. You think he did something to it though, because a feeling of mellowness takes you.
>As much as you're worried, as much as you want to be angry and hate him, it gets harder to care.
>Several minutes later, he comes back, his arm wrapped with gauze and him carrying something in his other.
>"You little cunt.....Alright, alright. If that's how you want to play, you can spend the day down here. And tomorrow."
>You just don't even look at him.
>"Well? No smartass comment? No snark? No vulgar insults?"
*sigh* No sir.....Just do whatever the hell you want, I don't care.
>"I intend to."
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>Well now, that's a surprise. You don't expect it to last, probably just because she wants to avoid getting in more trouble.
>Setting the blanket off to the side for her next day in chains, you grab her ass and force her head to the ground.
>"Uhh, hey, did you do somethin to that food?"
>You stop for a moment.
Oh, you ate, good. Yeah, I added just a pinch of catnip to it. Hoping it would calm you the fuck down.

>You knead the fur on her butt for a moment, feeling her curves, then pop the plug out, drawing a gasp from her.
>Working a generous amount onto your dick, you work some into her ring as well.
>Making sure she's ready for you, you drop any amount of restraint and start jackhammering two fingers into her tight hole.
>A mere two minutes later, she's reduced to a panting mess, and you decide she's ready.
>Wiping your fingers off on her feathers, you line yourself up with her hole and work yourself in.
>You meet a lot of resistance, however, you slowly but surely work your way in to the hilt.
>She's warm and very tight.
>You give an experimental pump.
>The texture is different than what you know. Different, but not bad.
>After pouring some extra lube onto yourself, you grab her hips and slowly build speed.
>It's slow going, even at it's fastest, but it gets there.
>Soon enough, she seems to be struggling to breath.
>Before too long, you're nearing your edge, so you roughly spear yourself as deep as you can go, and pump her bowels full of your seed.
>It takes a surprising amount of effort to pull out, your member leaving with a wet pop.
>Gilda barely moves other than the rapid movement of her chest.
>Moving to a nearby shelf, you grab a different plug so you can clean her current one.
>A light slathering of lube, and you work it in with minimal effort.
>Flicking a switch, the toy buzzes to life, and shakes her from her stuppor.

Whoa! Huh? What? Oh, right.
>With a groan of soreness, you manage to get up on your paws, and walk in place, adjusting to the new intruder buzzing frantically in your rear.
>Looking up at your....well, your owner, you decide it'd be best to avoid getting in even more trouble right now.
So...sir? Is there something special I'm supposed to be doing now?
>"Not really, no. Just don't mess with the toy and be quiet."
Oh....So I can't...
>"Don't take it out, don't turn off the vibe. Now then. I'll check on you now and then. At the latest, I'll be back at dinner, or when I feel like dropping a load."
>You just grumble.
It didn't even feel as good as it normally does.
>He gives you a glare.
>"How many times do we have to go over this? If you're good. If you're good, I'll start caring about your pleasure."
*sigh*
>He throws the blanket over you before taking up the bowl and old plug.
>"See you later then."
>The lights cut out, and you're alone, in the dark, with a toy making your life hell.
>You groan with fatigue and slowly get as comfortable as you can, before closing your eyes.
>There's no telling when he'll want to wear you out again.