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Friendship Is Hunted	By : newenglandee Category: +M through R > My Little Pony Views: 3210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Griffon Empire had a very unique way of dealing with problems quite different than "Old Sunbutt's" kingdom. Mostly in the fact that their way of dealing with a problem was to SMASH INTO IT.
So it was really no surprise that Ms. Roc's solution to the guys creeping on her as she made her way through a back alley to make a shortcut home was to smash her knee into one of their sacks, making the dark-brown-eyed and darker-brown-feathered griffon bawl in agony, reeling on the ground before she grabbed hold of his tail and SLAMMED him into his friends, knocking them into the stony granite walls of the alleyway and tearing off as fast as she could. She WOULD have just flown, but unfortunately, her wing was somewhat damaged, having recently been injured in an unfortunate Gladiatorial combat fight.
All she needed was to wait for them to come around the corner, she reasoned. She'd been in fifteen matches so far, she knew her stuff. A gladiator griffon was a prize that any eager griffon, male or female, wanted as their mate. The games were the biggest draw to any dragon, Zebra, Minotaur, Pony or any other race that stopped by the capital of Clawdor. With "Clawdius Colosseum" towering into the heavens, shining silver and gold with streamline halls, swept-every-day bathrooms and a fighter's pit almost as big as Ponyville itself, everybody knew that was the place to go, and the people who fought there and won often were the people to know.
Roc readied her fists, bound up still in fighter's tape, dark blue eyes glittering as he licked at her beak, a few slight cuts over her pale yellow feathered face. Even though her arms were thick and powerful and her hindquarters were well-developed to give kicks so hard they'd snap your spine, her being as yellow as a canary meant she stood out. People figured she was an easy target. Well, the idiots that had tried to grab her ass in the alleyway had learned the hard way that wasn't true.
They came around the alley, growling angrily, her first fist strike lashing out, half-breaking one of their beaks, the other catching the second underneath his chin. She ducked back to void the third's slashing claws, eyes narrowed as she launched herself off the ground, and Roc slammed her knee into his face. She swiftly whipped about, catching one off-guard as he tried to rush at her, now his beak really WAS broken, Roc grinning happily before the one she'd attacked from the start suddenly leapt on top of her from behind, catching her off guard and SLAMMING his head into hers, knocking her to the ground, pinning her as his claws dug in.
"Woah, don't damage the merchandise, check her belt pouch." The first one said through his broken beak, grunting a bit as her captor took the belt pouch off her behind and looked it over. Wait, they were THIEVES? Okay, Roc thought. Slightly comforting to know.
"What's she got?" The one she'd uppercutted asked.
"...five gold coins, Leonidas. Guess she didn't have that good a week?" Her captor snorted.
"Ugh. Whaddya think, Herakles?" The third one muttered, rubbing his sore head. "Is it worth it?"
"Hey, five gold coins is still five gold coins." Her captor remarked. "Besides. She's got more than that. Yeah, she's got a LOT."
Roc's eyes widened. "Oh no." She whispered.
"Well...I SUPPOSE, I mean...yeah, she got a...GREAT ASS." Leonidas admitted. "Whaddya think, Orestes?"
"What? Hey, c'mon. I'm a THIEF, not a f--kin' RAPIST." Orestes said through his broken beak. "What kinda sicko do you think I am?"
"I don't like judging, but...aren't you into wetworks?" The third one inquired.
"Ajax, SHUT IT." Orestes muttered quickly. "That's PRIVATE, okay? Let's just take her gold and knock her out-"
"That's real considerate of you." A voice announced, Orestes suddenly FLYING through the air, slammed into the wall by a net that pinned him hard to the granite, straining to get free as a dark form sat atop the wall across from him, horned head looking down, a small, dark smile on her features, pink eyes aglitter. "So I'll go easy on you. You three, though?...notsomuch." The ethereal, almost otherworldly-voiced being intoned.
"What the-" Ajax announced, suddenly being pounced on along with Leonidas, grabbed around the neck and lifted up as Roc beheld her rescuer, a decidedly feminine being with a strongly-built, yet quite lovely-looking form. Humanoid in appearance with pale, pink eyes and a set of odd jewelry around her neck and wrists, with no nostrils, no ears, just eyes and a mouth, and two horns poking out of her forehead along with the fine set of horns from the side. Roc suddenly realized who it was, her mouth slowly widening in awe at the sight of the one only whispered about in the shadows of Clawdor...
It was her. The HUNTRESS. And she was witnessing her work.
Roc watched in fascination as The Huntress lifted the griffons Ajax and Leonidas up to each breast, looking down gently at them. Then she pushed their heads towards her already sizable cleavage. The two Griffons were too stunned, they couldn’t struggle or flail around, but simply lay limp as their heads began to sink in, as if entering some kind of jelly. Though to them, the process, all things considered was…quite nice. Indeed, they felt smooth and cozy, and most of all, blissfully warm.
The Huntress moaned slightly, feeling a rush of pleasure go through her body as she continued to push their bodies head-first into her boobs. She continued to suck them into her neverending cleavage, now feeling their upper halves enter within her, and could feel how full they were making her breasts. She continued to pull them in deeper and deeper into the blissful warmth, soon only their legs remained, and these were soon being sucked up into the enormous cleavage, which jiggled happily from the addition of their bodies.
Within seconds both were groaning even more happily than before. Her breasts began to squeeze and pull around then, guiding their legs gently but steadily into her waiting mammaries. They were helpless, their flesh being pulled in slowly but surely. Soon only their feet remained, and The Huntress took a single claw, pushing them within her boobs. Now her inner flesh was enfolding them even more tightly as they began to pulse, caressing their forms. Her boobs were a soft and warm chamber, perfectly round and enormous. Soon their entire bodies began to be covered in an enzyme that creeped into their mouths.
Absolute bliss filled them as a sweet, tingling sensation rose between their legs and they found themselves furiously orgasming. They began to happily sink deeper into the welcoming folds of muscle around them as the undulating motions of her boobs continued to release the sweet liquid into their mouths. They felt themselves cum explosively, and as their sweet juices flowed out, it triggered a catalystic effect…now the folds of her tit caressed and rubbed them even more, draining their lives slowly but surely as their bodies began to transform into sweet milk…
The Huntress's cleavage jiggled happily as she rubbed it. Where once had been two simply rather large round bulges were now bloated boobs…but they looked beautiful and more full than ever before…and so smooth, The Huntress thought happily, stroking them before she turned to Herakles.
“Oh s—t.” He muttered, eyes widening in horror as her clawed hands grabbed hold of him, stuffing his head into her open maw, tongue lapping at his face, silencing him as he struggled uselessly in her grip, flailing his back legs, trying to yank himself out only for her to shove his arms in as well.
“Ah, ‘uf ‘oo ‘ould?” The Huntress asked of Roc, who nodded a bit, clearly seeing the Huntress wanted a bit of help. She stood up, dusting herself off and shoving Herakles’s behind, helping to ease the griffon’s passage down her savior’s throat. Nodding in gratitude, the Huntress then widened her maw to include his shoulders and swallowed hard ensure they were held inside. Finally, she could enjoy her meal, and started making quick successive gulps, making the male griffon’s torso disappear down her throat in seconds. Then, she felt something going on inside her stomach as it swelled, groaning a bit. Really? The stupid bird was STILL squirming a bit inside?
Ah well. The Cosmo Sapien female couldn't help but moan softly at the feeling as she tasted his meaty legs. She slurped them up almost like noodles and caught his feet on her tongue, no less tastier than she left them. They wriggled violently as her tongue lapped over their entirety, basking in their endless flavor before giving a final gulp, sighing in bliss. “Mmm. You're such a delicous meal, you griffons. Taste like chicken.” She admitted, glancing over at Roc and  rubbing her stomach. “Would you like to feel?” She inquired, pointing at her stomach. “No, wait. Would you, perhaps…like a drink?”
Roc blushed at this as the Huntress massaged her breast. If she was asking what she THOUGHT she was asking, then…
“You’d make a GREAT child.” The Huntress cooed. “You’ve more than proven yourself capable. You just need a little bit more edge. Would you like that?”
“Absolutely. Your gift allowed my species to master the new breed of magic we so adore here in Clawdor. I was going to be up against one that used it in a week, now I’ll have a chance at last!”
“Well, since you’re so eager…” The Huntress giggled as she held Roc up to her breast and the griffon’s beak suckled on her large left nipple, being given a tasty, sweet dose of milk to drink. She was suppled for a long time, drinking all of the sweet creamy milk that the griffon from before that the beautiful Huntress had drawn into her breasts had created with his sacrifice.
Soon Roc found herself being, with her legs being engulfed by something slightly slimy and wet, and she realized she was slipping into the sex lips of The Huntress. The giant alien smiled happily as she concentrated more, and Roc felt it pull her in slowly and strongly. Soon her hips had entered The Huntress's vagina, making the beautiful being moan in pleasure. Then her paws were pinned to the side and sucked within. Soon Roc was up to her head, and The Huntress calmly placed her clawed hand upon Roc's feathery head, giving her a cute little smile before pushing it in. It slipped inside with a wet, slurping sound as Roc found herself within a tube which quickly pulled her into a warm chamber.
“You'll be home soon.” The Huntress cooed happily as she placed her claws upon her womb and stroked it. Roc almost felt the urge to struggle out of instinct, but she didn't really feel up to it…it was so warm and cozy, and she could breathe freely. It felt soft…like laying down on a big down comforter, and the idea of being in this beautiful being's womb became more and more appealing with each second. Soon an umbilical cord descended from the ceiling and with a quick bite it bit into Roc's stomach. As some sweet substance flowed into her stomach to nourish her, the tickling sensation of the cord filling her made Roc cum and the griffon let out a howl of pleasure. She erupted passionately, over and over, howling happily before at long last kneeling in a fetal position, the sweet nectar her body had expelled melting into the womb.
“Oh my.” Orestes murmured, the Huntress sighing wistfully as she dusted herself off, now looking QUITE pregnant and quite full to boot.
“You’re getting off lucky.” The Cosmo Sapien informed him quietly, leaning in close to his face, licking her lips.
“Why?”
“…I’m FULL.”
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… “Well! Things sure have changed since I went here for the field trip at Junior Speedster Flight Camp with Gilda.” Rainbow Dash admitted, trotting along the finely-laid brick roads of the capital of the Griffon Empire, her and her friends glancing about at the fine architecture of Clawdor. Enormous pillars held up triangular roofs before gaping golden doors, statues of famous and rather pompously-decorated griffons lined up alongside high trees, and, of course, the perches. There were various perches and resting areas built into high hotel walls and by fountains, various griffons actually resting IN said fountains as little baby chicks sprewed crystal-clear water down below from their little mouths. REAL tiny chicks were splashing in the fountains, learning how to swim as best they could as various vendors on the streets waved about odd dishes in the air from their stands.
“Much of it’s meat. Hmm.” Twilight murmured, Fluttershy looking somewhat uncomfortable as she rubbed the back of her neck, her and her friends continuing to make their way down main street past the vendors. “…thankfully, not pony meat at least, but I know you really, REALLY don’t like the taste, Fluttershy, so let’s walk quickly.”
“For initiation into this little group I used to be in at the Junior Speedster Flight Camp, the camp counselor put a blindfold over my eyes and made me feel dragon brains, pony guts and swamp ooze.” Rainbow Dash said as she waved a hoof in the air, Rarity cringing.
“Oh MY, what a barbaric trick. What was it really? Spaghetti?”
“No. Pony guts and dragon brains and swamp ooze. They later arrested my camp counselor and said he’d escaped from an asylum. It explained a lot about the things my counselor was okay with during camp.” Rainbow Dash admitted with a shudder.
“So we’re gonna meet Gilda? I sure hope she’s not a party pooper anymore.” Pinkie Pie cheerily wondered aloud, bouncing alongside them with a spring in her step…wearing an odd thing around her body.
“Uh…Pinkie…why are you dressed like that? I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s quite fashionable and fits this fine, cultured city quite well in its STYLE.” Rarity admitted, putting a hoof on her chest before gesturing at the city around them and the other similarily-dressed griffons, Pegasi and Dragons who were seeing Pinkie in her attire.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Pinkie asked. “Its for Gilda! I’m gonna throw a TOGA PARTY.”
“TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!” Everyone in the streets nearby began to chant, Pinkie Pie shaking her hoof in the air in agreement, nodding her head as the others glanced about at each other before a loud gasp suddenly filled the air, everyone turning to see the people of Clawdor had evidently noticed something about the guest behind them that they hadn’t quite noticed at first glance. But NOW…
“Hey…you don’t have breasts.” One dragon asked of the Huntsman as he tilted his head to the side in confusion. He’d agreed to come with the Mane Six to Clawdor because they’d said the Griffon Empire had agreed to assist in their challenge and SURELY the mighty Huntsman wanted WORTHY opponents like the Griffons! Well now, he was confused. Why were they-
“He’s got those faintly glowing eyes too. Surely he’s of the same race …”  A dark green Pegasus pony murmured. “Perhaps kin to the Huntress herself?”
The Huntsman’s eyes widened in surprise. “Is she a being with a body like the starry night sky, with pink eyes and a set of wristbands around her wrists?” He quietly asked of the small crowd beginning to gather around him, the Mane Six joining the crowd, clearly intrigued.
“Oh, yes! That’s the Huntress!” One Griffon said, gesturing at a statue atop a large bathhouse nearby of a distinctly feminine alien hunter.
“…Nee.” The Huntsman murmured softly, as our heroines saw tears beginning to brim in his eyes as his hands flew to cover his mouth, the tears trickling down his cheeks. “…NEE.”
“Nee?” Rainbow Dash asked, scratching her head, looking slightly confused, rainbow hair flopping a bit.
“Nee-Buh-Loh. My sister.” The Huntsman murmured. “I spent centuries looking for her. Yet…she’s here? Please, tell me!” He said, grabbing hold of the green Pegasus pony that had spoken, slightly shaking him. “You’ve got to tell me where she is! How long has she been here?”
“95 years.” The Pegasus admitted with a nod, the Huntsman cringing. “Our great lord Clawdius bested her in combat after a long and mighty struggle and in return she granted several of us Griffon Empire residents unique abilities. A special kind of magic!”
“Especially us Griffons.” A nearby griffon admitted, dark fur and grey feathers a-flutter as he held up a clawed paw and sizzling, sparkling silver energy similar to what the Huntsman’s spear/staff used began to coalesce about his paw, the Huntsman’s eyes widening.
“Tantric energy. The very thing all sentient races give off…the spiritual energy that we Cosmo Sapiens need to nourish us and which empowers us so greatly! She learned how to bestow that onto others? HOW?” He murmured, looking at Twilight Sparkle…
Who was already whipping out her notepad, scribbling down notes as she popped up behind, to the left, to the right, beneath the griffon as he bounced the ball of grey energy up and down in his palm, looking amused at her fascination. “It’s soooo pretty-pretty…” She whispered. “I can feel the electric charge in the air, the fluctuations of magical power from it!”
“YOU don’t know how to help people do that?” Rainbow Dash asked as the Huntsman shook his head, shrugging.
“It might be easier for the girls to learn it than the guys. As the sayin’ goes, the female of the species is more deadly than the male.” A familiar voice rang out, all of them turning to see, of all people, Gilda herself wearing a slight toga like Pinkie Pie around her upper chest, a tiara atop her head of golden leaves, paws wrapped in fighter’s tape and a slight scar running down her right cheek as she grinned in pride, waving at Rainbow Dash. “Hey, Dash.”
“Your…cheek? How’d that happen?” Dash asked, quickly bolting to Gilda’s side, the various Clawdor residents bowing their heads as Gilda blushed a bit.
“I fought with the Huntress. Defeated her too. She was quite the hellion, but all she did was make my face look COOLER.” The griffon admitted as she pointed at the scar across her cheek. “Now I’m head gladiator at the colloseum of my father’s.”
“Wait. Clawdius the Great, Holy Emperor of the Griffon Empire is-” Twilight Sparkle trailed off, Pinkie Pie IMMEDIATELY bowing with her toga.
“Your MAJESTY!”
“Guess that makes us BOTH princesses, which means we got something in common, bookworm.” Gilda admitted to Twilight as she ruffled Rainbow Dash’s hair. “But me, I EARNED my place in the Colosseum long before I could even do THIS!” She proclaimed, getting up on her back legs, letting out a loud, proud ROAR as she held up her clawed paws, dark golden energy enveloping them as she sliced and slashed at the air, a faint afterimage lingering on before it dissolved away, Gilda striking a fighting pose. “I’ve got the eye of the tiger, and you’re gonna hear me ROAAAAAAAR!”
“I admit, with the tiara, the robe and the fighting prowess, you’re clearly going for the warrior princess appearance.” Rarity admitted as she waved a hoof in the air, nodding sagely. “But DO tell us about this “Huntress”. You said she came 95 years ago and lost to your father, Emperor Clawdius? However did he succeed?”
“He actually tricked her.” Gilda said with a grin. “She thought she had him but he turned the tables and at the last minute managed to injure her in a way she didn’t think was possible.” The grin faded as she nervously cringed. “It involved bleeding down, um…that is…I mean…y’know…”
All of the girls cringed, Spike scratching his head, the Huntsman blinking before his eyes gaped. “What’re they talking about?”
“I’ll tell you when you’re older.” Twilight said quickly as Gilda gestured for them to follow her, the crowd following after THEM before she tossed them a look.
“Private party ONLY, thank you very much. We’re heading to the Colosseum because our “guest” here wants a CHALLENGE. You want in, find the sign-up booth.” She demanded of the crowd with a firm nod, the rest of the Clawdor residents making off, leaving Gilda alone with the Ponyville party and the Huntsman as he strode alongside her. “Tonight, you dine in HELL, Huntsman. The Colosseum will chew you up and spit you out.”
“I’ve heard that before, griffon.” The Huntsman spoke calmly, though he was still grinning like an idiot, eyes alit with joy as they made their way down the street towards the Colosseum, entering the enormous set of double doors and heading down the hallway, past pictures of past gladiators clad in beautiful bronze and steely armor. Many of the pictures, of course, were of Gilda. “I take it the victors of frequent victories get a new painting with each new accomplishment, griffon?”
“Yes.” Gilda said as she stopped at one such painting and gestured at it with a paw. It showed her expertly dodging a volley of arrows fired from the Huntress, body curving expertly, eyes blazing with fire as Rainbow Dash smiled, nodding in approval.
“Looking good.” She admitted, looking from the picture to Gilda as her tone got softer. “And…it’s real good to see you again, Gilda.”
Gilda was now the one who’s tone became softer, a slight blush coming to her cheeks. “Yeah, it’s…it’s good to see you again too, Dash.” She murmured, the two now stepping closer to each other. “I heard about you beating Tirek with the others, it was…really impressive.”
“Wish you coulda seen it.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Yeah?”
“…yeah.”
“…yeah?” Rainbow Dash huskily asked, leaning in closer…closer…
“Yeaaaah…” Gilda said, her beak now a few mere millimeters from Rainbow Dash’s mouth…before Gilda broke away, stepping back. “Okay, okay, can’t do it with this many people around, I give!”
“YESSS! I am the QUEEN of “GAY CHICKEN”!” Rainbow Dash proclaimed, holding her hooves up in the air, shaking them back and forth as she proudly grinned in triumph, Fluttershy giggling a little at this bit of silliness as they finally made their way into the fighter’s pit of the Colosseum, the main arena. Various gladiators were all sitting around, listening intently as a female voice spoke of a dramatic tale.
“There my father was, Ohr’ion the Hunter, the Behemoth at his mercy. Begging after he’d made so many others beg before. My father leaned in close…” Nee-Buh-Loh said, leaning in closely to the nearby young Griffon below her, clawed hands held up dramatically as her eyes glittered. “And whispered in his ear-”
“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you, you have something in your mouth.” Her brother announced, Nee-Buh-Loh whipping about, eyes gaping wide before BOUNDING over to the Huntsman, happily embracing him and nuzzling up against his chest, the tears coming freely as they flowed down HER cheeks now, the Huntsman rubbing her back. “Nee, I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’m so glad to see you, Nebby. You’re looking good. Real good!” She whispered back. “I just wish I’d found you sooner…”
“Our typical family luck.” The Huntsman said with a slight chuckle before Rainbow Dash scratched her head.
“Nebby?”
“It’s short for “Neh-Buh-Loh”.” The Huntsman admitted.
“As in “Nebula”? Those really pretty things in space that are like the explosions left over when a star dies?” Spike asked, scratching his head, the others looking at him, surprised he knew what that was. “…I read a lot about the stars. Twilight’s library had a BUNCH of reaaaally pretty space picture books that Mr. Starswirl the Bearded wrote when he observed the heavens with high-powered telescope spells!”
“Close, Spike. That’s a supernova. Nebulae CAN be formed from that, but they’re often formed from the gases that make up the matter in the space between star systems.” Twilight admitted. “There’s all sorts of things all around us we can’t normally see. Invisible wonders small AND large.”
“It’s kinda morbid, though.” Nee admitted with a shrug. “I mean, our names are indicative of destruction and DEATH of cosmic matter. Creepy.”
“Didn’t…really…wanna think about that.” Spike decided aloud, cringing.
“Let’s have a grand battle tomorrow at the Colosseum!” Nee cheerily asked, looking over at the group, still hugging her brother as she cheerily smiled. “Would you all like to join in or watch the fun?”
“Me and Gilda will take you two on, it’s just…We’re just waiting for some…other friends of ours to arrive.” Rainbow Dash added with a small smile, Gilda tilting her head to the side in slight confusion. “They’re gonna rock your world.”
“Who might they be?” Gilda wanted to know before Rainbow Dash grinned, dusting her chest off with a hoof.
“Well, you mighta heard something ELSE about me besides the fact I was in the Equestria Games AND helped beat Tirek? I mean, I don’t wanna brag, but…”
Gilda’s beak fell open as she grinned broadly. “No WAY! You mean…GIRL!”
“I KNOW!”
“GIRL!”
“I KNOW!”
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…they descended down onto the hillside, fiery hair fluttering in the breeze as their leader took a step forward, glancing behind at her compatriots as she gave a firm nod.
“We made it.”
“Just in time, too. In a half an hour it would have been too dark to safely fly here.”
“So, Soarin…Fleetfoot…Rapidfire…welcome…”
Spitfire grinned, flicking the goggles up to the top of her forehead, the light of the setting sun glistening off her teeth.
“To the DANGER ZONE.”
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