This short clopfic contains: rape (stallion on griffon sex - mostly in reference), sadism (with mild genital torture), spanking (paddling - some blood involved). --- >Garnella knew the risks. But the tempting rewards were too great to ignore. The devious griffon had been stalking the various gold transfer carts that were coming and going from the Canterlot treasury. They were normally pointless to rob as the armoured carts were resistant to most forms of attack. Not to mention, heavily guarded. >However, once inside the inner castle walls, at the first transfer checkpoint; the security lessened around them. And the guards would quickly give the carts over to the civilian staff there. So they could re-task to the newer ones that were about to leave. >And so, every now and again, a cart would be momentarily left alone. As the overworked staff scurried about to sort through the numerous transfer papers given to them. Before they could roll the cart in for further processing. >So all Garnella needed to do. Was wait patiently for the right moment. When a cart had been both unlocked for an initial check, and left alone by the guards. >And when that opportunity arose. She didn’t hesitate. Swopping towards it she pounced on the lone pony worker standing next to it. >Slamming the unicorn aggressively down on the ground and punching her hard in the stomach. >And once the pony was down and out, she rushed inside the cart. Taking out several large bricks of refined gold into her satchel bag. >Grabbing as much as she dared without it greatly impacting her flying ability. Then dashing outside and into the air again. >Everything had been going smoothly. Just like she had prepared. That was until she saw the strange, shimmering sphere in the sky. >She had been expecting pegasus guards to come swarming out from the barracks below after a minute or two. She hadn’t been expecting a portal to open up right next to her. With royal pegasus soldiers. Teleporting and dropping out of it. >The instant the alarm had sounded, they were on her. And the pursuit had lasted mere seconds. She didn’t even make it past the outer walls. --- >The following morning she was sentenced to *shared servitude* in the garrison. She was taken to one of several stalls next to their sleeping quarters. There she was promptly strapped down on a breeding rack. >Uncaring hooves worked over and around her. And once she was properly secured, with her legs spread widely apart. A hoof grabbed her tail and tied it up and to her side. Uncovering her feline privates for anyone to see as soon as they entered the stall. >Once done the group left her. Having other juridical tasks they needed to attend too. >The small room she was left in had grates just under her back legs. And a hose in the corner. Little modesty was given for prisoners serving in the stalls. They were expected to relieve themselves where they were. They could only hope that someone kind, would wash them off from time to time. >And barely a minute had passed, from having been fixed to the rack. That the same pony she had attacked earlier, entered inside it. >Garnella quietly whelped as she heard someone enter and lock the door behind her. Her eyes were covered and her beak tied. So she had no way of confirming who it was. >However, she didn’t need to confirm who it was as the angry, unicorn pony walked up to her and whispered ominously into her ear. >”I’m the one you jumped.” Was all she said before returning back to her tailend. >Concerned Garnella started tugging on the ropes. She had always prided herself in being a brave, fearless bird. Yet in here, she felt like vulnerable prey. Unable to fight or fly away. >Unbeknownst to her, the unicorn pony behind her got out a black, studded paddle from her bag. The metal spikes on it were blunted but still dangerous if used carelessly. >And with a scowl, she raised it high in the air. Before slamming it down hard on her unprotected rump. Causing it to noticeably shake and bounce whenever it landed. >*Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!* >The pony paddled her continuously and with unreserved strength. Specifically striking her on one cheek at a time—painfully and repeatedly—before switching to the other. >The fast, unrelenting torrent of brutal spanks made Garnella gag and sputter violently on the rack. Her beak binding muffling most of her screaming. >Pulling madly on her bonds she tried breaking out of them as surges of adrenaline pumped through her entire body. Her instincts warning and telling her to get away. >As each delivered hit felt like angry wasps stinging her. Attacking her on the same spot, over and over. Almost making her vomit from the focused pain. >*Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!* >Garnella shortly realized that she wasn’t going to be able to break free. Terrified and panic-stricken, she started recklessly crying instead. Dampening her covered eyes. >Wincing and breathing heavily she shook her head up and down. Trying to desperately signal the pony to stop the excruciating hits. Yet the hurtful spanks continued. >The laborious swings eventually tired the unicorns hoof. Pausing, she took hold of it with her magic instead. Then resumed beating the griffons already throbbing rear. >*Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!* >And just like before, the powerful blows landed nonstop. >Five minutes later and Garnella started fainting—on and off—from the intense thrashing. And everytime she fell unconscious, she woke up just as fast, from the same pain striking her behind. >*Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!* >A minute more and the now winded, sweaty unicorn, stopped. Wiping the studded paddle off before placing it back into her bag. >Giving the shocked, weeping griffon a moment to steady her wheezing breath. >Reaching for the hose she used cold water to rinse most of the blood away from her posterior. Then, using a coagulation spell she closed the bleeding wounds on it. Leaving her two cheeks badly bruised and cracked. But still inviting enough thanks to her dark coat hiding the worst of it. >Done with her rump the pony took her iron clad hoof between Garnella’s trembling legs. >Placing her shod hoof on her delicate vulva she forcefully grinded against it. Pressing and twisting as hard as she could. >”I bet this hurts a lot? Doesn’t it?” >With renewed vigour Garnella cried and shrieked hysterically from the pressure. Praying to any and all gods to save her. >Yet it wasn’t until her lips were swelling obscenely, that the pony took her rough hoof away. >Finally satisfied she walked up to her. Leaning down she said. “I’ll be back tomorrow, wait for me, okay?" >Smirking she stood up and unlocked the door. Turning the sign on it to *open* as she departed from the stall. --- >Not long after having left. A large, earth pony stallion entered the room. Locking the door behind him he quickly climbed ontop of the splayed prisoner. Mounting her without care. >Driven by deep desires he pressed his engorged member on her aching slit. >And for the next fifteen minutes. Only fast thrusting and agonized mewls could be heard directly outside the stall.