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 >You are Anon
 >You're relaxing on front porch just outside of Ponyville, enjoying the crisp morning air while you watch the gentle wind carry away the smoke from your imported minotaurian cigar
 >You had to kick that mint green mare off your bench again this morning
 >Annoying, for sure, but you did like the part where she found out what a taser was.
 >That was neat.
 >You're stirred from your fond reminiscence by the sight of a large shadow rapidly approaching your door
 >Looking up, you see the source
 >It's your protege and newest employee, Gilda.
 >She kills her velocity with one flap of her powerful wings, landing with a finesse that greatly understates her preternatural talent in flying
 "You're late."
 >"Late? It's 8am!" she growls
 "No, It's 8:01, and I said 8 o'clock SHARP. This is a bad first impression, bird brain."
 >"Anon, it's not like you really care-"
 >You grab her by the scruff of her downy neck, pulling her head towards your own while you look her dead in the eye
 "First lesson, catbutt: For the purposes of today's instruction, you will address me as 'Mr. Anonymous', or 'sir', got it?"
 >Beneath her disinterested look, you see a faint glimmer of nervousness.
 >"Uhh, sur-"
 "Don't interrupt me. Secondly: any laziness or procrastination will be taken as incompetence, no exceptions."
 >Her composure is holding for now, you'll deal with that later. She hesitates just a bit;
 >"Yes, Mr. Anonymous."
 "Good!" You exclaim, throwing your cigar away, not looking at her as you rise to your feet. "We're gonna have fun today, you'll see."
 >"Cool." Gilda says as she starts to follow you onto the street
 >You turn around and glare at her
 >"Uh, yes sir."
 
 "So, Gilda," you say as you and the gryphon walk to center of town. "Tell me what you already know about the business."
 >"Well, we sell weed to ponies, and some-"
 "Don't sell me short, catbird. I offer diverse psychosomatic entertainment solutions to paying customers. Our vertical integration allows me to offer lower prices, undercutting the competition."
 >"Dweeby talk, whatever,"
 >You should be furious, but...
 "Ok, 'Dweeb'? Who the fuck says 'dweeb' anymore, seriously? Where are we, on the set of Animal House? You don't look like John Belushi to me."
 >"Wha-?"
 "You know what, never mind. That was a human joke."
 >You explain to her a bit more of the business: You have a deal with the diamond dog mine outside of Ponyville.
 >You use the excess space to grow the good stuff, and in return, they get just a bit of the total profit.
 >Gilda walks ahead of you, and you find it hard to find words.
 >You haven't been entirely honest as to why you brought Gilda on.
 >Yeah, she's tough, and has a mind as sharp as her talons, and she seems to be friendly with you, but...
 >It's her butt, you see. Her perfectly toned, muscular gryphon ass is a work of perfection, and you are helpless to do anything but stare at her.
 >Finally you arrive at your 'office': The ally behind sugarcube corner.
 >where the magic happens
 >As you pass the back door, you look inside, and notice Pinkie and the Cakes scrambling to meet the midday rush.
 >You turn to Gilda and mummer: "Look at those assholes, ordinary fucking ponies. I hate 'em."
 
 "Ok G, here's how this works. You're my enforcer. That means your job is to look tough, while I sell. Got it?
 >"Yes, sir."
 "You're getting better at this. Also: don't actually start any fights, just act aggressive. Cool? Anyways, here's our first customer of the day."
 >You look up to see a nervous looking pony, starting down the alley,
 >Her coat is yellow, with an orange mane
 >She looks really strung out
 "Ah, Golden Harvest! How are you?"
 >"Dude... bro. I need the green, man. From the... green man. Hah Hah! I'm funny!"
 "Yes you are, carrot top," You gently chuckle. "35 bits an ounce."
 >"Expensive, fuck..."
 >Gilda gets jumpy at that last comment. She gets right in her face
 >"What the fuck did you just fucking say? Fucking Dweeb!"
 >You put your hand on Gilda's chest to hold her back, but it's too late.
 >"35, right, goodbye!" Golden Harvest just about throws you the money and sprints out of the alley.
 "Too much, G." You say. "Don't actually be intimidating, just look the part."
 >She fumes a bit, mad at herself.
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 >Next customer
 >It's the local dragon
 "Spike, buddy!"
 >"Wazzup, my zigga!" Spike grins ear to ear as he walks up to the pair
 "Not much, just showing my new partner Gilda here the business."
 >"The bizzle, for hizzle!"
 >You frown
 "Spike, never say that again. Ever."
 >You turn to Gilda.
 "G, Spike gets a free joint every week. Compliments of the house, I just feel bad that he has to live with straight-edge Celestia-fearing Princess Richard Nixon."
 >"Nyx- who?"
 "Never mind, that's another human joke. Now remember, don't let purplebitch see you with that."
 
 >You're Gilda
 >This new job is really cool
 >You get paid to be an asshole! How sweet is that?
 >You bet Dash would be jealous
 >Plus you get to smoke all the weed you could possibly want after work
 >But there's more to it than that
 >You think back to when Anon first arrived in Equestria
 >With that deep voice of his and his, uhhhh, 'entrepreneurial' attitude, you found yourself... wanting more.
 >You knew he had to be yours. So you started acting tough around him (The traditional method of gryphon courtship, obviously)
 >Soon enough he approached you with a business offer, and since then, it's taken every ounce of your strength to resist pinning him down and rocking his cock
 >Every time he bounces one of your insults back at you, you feel it between your legs
 >Soon, Gilda, your chance will come. It's just like hunting, you just need to wait for the right time to pounce...
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 >Be Anon
 >Gilda's acting a bit nervous around you. Is it your attitude?
 >You're not really an asshole, you just put on an act
 >Actually that's not true. You do have anger issues. Lyra learned that this morning.
 >Mental note: give Gilda a bit of the good stuff after you're done for the day.
 >Speaking of which, You've seen most of your regular customers today. Rarity, Mr. Cake, Soarin, Colgate....
 >Even Discord showed up ("And then, the sailors insist to Micromégas that the universe was created for them! Ahahah, Dude!" *hacking cough*)
 But still...
 
 >But there's that one customer, that special friend of yours that hasn't showed up yet.
 "Gilda, we're done here today, but there's one more thing we need to do before we call it a night."
 >"What's that, Mr. Anon?"
 >God, she must be terrified of you, the way she's staring into your eyes.
 "We need to do, um... collections. There's one customer that promised she'd pay me 350 bits today, but she didn't visit us."
 >You stare into her eyes.
 >"D-d-Dash? That lame-o?"
 >You glare at her
 >"s-sir..."
 "No, catbutt, she's into shooting steroids with Spitfire. Fucking lunatics. I'm talking about Vinyl Scratch. Bitch thinks living the washed up brostep DJ lifestyle will pay the bills."
 >"So we go to her house and convince her to... part with her 'hard earned' earnings."
 "Wow Gilda, maybe you're not completely retarded."
 >She visibly winced and shuddered at that last line. Are you really being too mean to her?
 "Don't think about it too hard, just follow me."
 >While strolling to the tepid cesspool that is Vinyl's apartment, you notice Gilda is walking funny, like her hind legs hurt.
 >That's strange. But that Catbutt, goddamn
 >You would waste no time pinning her down and pounding her in the middle of the street
 >If only you knew how'd she react.
 
 >Finally you arrive at the shittiest looking crack shack known to equine-kind
 >You hear a noise that sounds like bricks in a washing machine
 "Don't say anything, just wedge a paw in the door when she opens it."
 >You knock
 >You hear the sound stop, and a few agitated grumbles near the other side of the door
 >Wait, was that music-
 >"Octy, is that you?" The door opens to reveal a white unicorn with a nasty mop of a mane
 >She turns, and her white coat somehow turns even whiter as the blood drains from her face
 >"Oh Celestia, no, please!"
 "Good afternoon to you too, Vinyl. Where's my bits?"
 >"I'll have it when my next gig happens! I swear!"
 "I'm an impatient man, Vinyl," You turn to Gilda. "Now, my business partner and I see fit to help motivate you in practicing better financial management."
 >"don't come in, please, no!-"
 >She's cut off when Gilda charges into the hapless unicorn, carrying her all the way to the back wall, pinning her by the neck.
 >Gilda yells, "I got her! Go Search the rooms!"
 >Wait
 >Did she just give you an order?
 >Oh fuck, no.
 
 >You boil over with rage
 >fucking bitch
 "GILDA, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS"
 >She looks confused. Shocked, even. Your voice booms
 "HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO ADDRESS ME AS 'SIR', CATBUTT!?"
 >The two are stunned.
 "Now I need to punish both of you. Hmmm..."
 >Gilda starts trembling. "P-punish?"
 >How are you going to do this? You're a busy guy, time is precious
 >Suddenly an idea flashes across your mind
 >One wrought from the deepest recesses of your twisted mind
 >This will put both Vinyl and Gilda in their places
 >show them who's boss
 >You look around Vinyl's shithole of an apartment. Your gaze focuses on a wooden coffee table, seemingly untouched by the filth around it
 "So, do you happen to like this table, V?
 >"Th-That's my dad's table, he left me that when he died."
 >Good enough.
 >In one smooth motion, you grab Gilda by the neck and choke slam her into the table, letting out a pained breathless moan as the force of the impact cracks the coffee table clean in two
 >While Gilda lies stunned on the floor, you position yourself over her, ready to mash her face into chunky salsa
 >Hold on, something's not right
 >The way she's looking at you...
 >She's... wet?
 >really wet
 "Uhh, Gilda?"
 >"P-please!"
 
 "Give us a second Vinyl, I'll be right back to fuck your shit up."
 >She's too petrified with fear to say anything, or even move.
 >You step outside with Gilda.
 >She looks nervous
 "Gilda, what's going on?"
 >No response, but she's visibly shaking
 "Am I being too mean with you? I'm usually like this with all of my associates, but if you need me to tone it down, I could-"
 >She covers your mouth with her claw, looking like she's about to start tearing up
 >"Anon, I don't know how to say this so I'm just going to say it,"
 >Pause for effect
 >"I love you too!"
 >What
 >h
 >a
 >t
 >The nastiest, toughest, gryphon you know is crying uncontrollably in front of you... pouring her heart out? Like what?
 >shit, keep cool
 "Love? You've been giving me shit all day!"
 >"But... I've been flirting~"
 "Wait, how do gryphons court then, by being complete dicks to each other?"
 >"No, it's a... dominance thing. When you slammed me into that table, I knew I had found my m--mate."
 >You think a bit more
 "So when I was yelling at you, your feelings weren't hurt, you were..."
 >ohhhh.
 "Gilda, you realize a minute ago I was about to beat the shit out of you, right? Do you have -any- idea what a healthy relationship looks like?"
 >"You fucking dweeb, this is so simple. when a gryphon male overpowers his gryphoness, he earns the right to mate with her."
 >You don't understand any of this shit, but that's ok, because you have a neat fix for all of this.
 "Now Gilda, I don't normally date employees, but I think we could make an excep-."
 >She tackles you, sobbing.
 >She's holding you tight in her arms, somehow managing to kiss you, nuzzle you, and cry at the same time
 "Gilda, I swear this is the happiest day of my life -or something-, but can we save it for later? We need to deal with my freeloader 'customer'."
 >She gets off of you, wiping her tears. "What's the plan... sir?"
 "Just play along." You smile with an evil grin
 
 >You open the door and walk back into Vinyl's partially smashed living room
 >She's exactly where you left her, scared shitless.
 >You turn to Gilda, smile, nod, wink, and then drive your fist into her head, sending her flying across the room.
 >She crashes into a bookcase, arms sprawled as shit, cd's, vinyl records, and probably actual shit goes flying
 >She has no time to react, as you've already cleared the distance, and now you're on top of her.
 >And your pants are already off, because this is that kind of greentext.
 >"Nooo, my sikkk beatzz!" Vinyl screams. "What will I pretend to remix with now?"
 >You and your partner can't hear her protests
 >Instead, you're looking at each other, raging quasi-hateboner and all.
 >She's trembling
 >"Do it, dweeb"
 >You plunge into her depths, while Gilda can't help but scream in catharsis, loud enough to crack the window behind her
 "Don't give me orders, catbutt"
 >She's warm inside, and her walls grip you tight
 >Her eyes are rolling into the back of her head
 >Her juices are leaking in long strands as you demolish her butt
 >Next you focus on that crappy futon in the corner
 >You throw Gilda on the couch and pin her neck to the gauche faux-leather (Fake leather? Like, what the fuck is that?)
 >While you pound her from behind
 >Hard
 >She can't do anything but moan and scream in the throes of ecstasy, while her talons shred Vinyl's futon into smithereens
 >"Noooo, that's Octy's futon!"
 
 >You and Gilda are almost done smashing up Vinyl's shit
 >And you're both close to finishing as well
 >But we need to make this special, ya know?
 >You pick your rough lover up, and carry her across the room
 >You set her down on a fancy looking piece of equipment
 >"No, that's my vintage Roland TB-303!"
 >Apparently the portal to equestria also imports vintage musical equipment like I don't fucking know
 >Time to drop this bass
 >You ignore her as you keep thrusting into Gilda
 >Her claws dig into your back, but you keep going
 >"Ahh! I'm close!"
 "Just hold on, G,"
 >Suddenly, an idea.
 >As she nears her peak, you wrap your hands around her neck
 >Her pupils dilate as you cut off her airway
 >Gilda instinctively tries to screech as her body flails in pleasure, but no sound comes out
 >You bend over her, your seed filling her womb while her claws dig into your back
 >A little bit leaks onto the 303, small electrical pops make puffs of smoke as the fluid short-circuits the machine
 >"NOOOOOO!"
 >Vinyl collapses to the ground, distraught, lost somewhere in the depths of her own misery.
 >You let go of Gilda
 >She also collapses to the floor, breathing heavily as she comes down from her mind-numbing orgasm
 
 >A few minutes later
 "Nice seeing you V, we hoped you learned a lesson today!"
 >Vinyl doesn’t respond as you leave the apartment
 >She's sprawled over the destroyed 303, wailing in despair
 >Oh well, fuck her.
 >You're too busy focusing on your new partner, who is gently nuzzling you as you carry her out into the street
 >Something about her hind legs being too sore to walk on
 >A soft wind blows on the cool dusk air
 "So Gilda, how was your first day on the job?"
 >"Hmmmm, I liked it. I won't forget it anytime soon."
 "Actually Gilda, I was so impressed with your performance, I'm bumping you up to co-owner."
 >"Whatever, dweeb."
 >You scowl at her
 >"Fine, sir." she pauses. "Wait, I can give you orders now!"
 "No way Gilda," you say. "I'm still the founder, and your boss: you know that, right catbutt?"
 >She grins. "You do know gryphons mate for life, right?"
 >You freeze in terror
 >Fuck, you knew that!
 >She's played your emotions like a poker hand, and now you're the sub!
 >Was this her plan the whole time?
 >She gently caresses your face, smiling softly. "Don't worry, we can sleep at your place tonight, and think up names for our little eaglets."
 >You gulp
 >You had always known that a dark fate awaits all those who walk the twisted path of drug trafficking
 >But this particular dark fate?
 >You could get used to this.
 
 >And then Anon and Gilda went home and fucked each others brains out.