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Hours had passed before the unspeakably frustrated bird was found by the sculptor who owned the slab and workshop. A grey unicorn, standing before her, shaking his head at the sight of the squirming, wriggling, desperate griffon stuck on the slab.
“That wasn’t meant for you.” He said resolutely, a sigh at the end of his voice.
“H-help me off it!” Gilda squawked through her panting breath, blushing deeply. “F-fuck, get me off…”
“I can’t.” The unicorn replied plainly. “Well… I could. But I’m not sure you realize how much effort I put into creating these stones, or what they really are. Or the expense that goes into the enchantment thereof.” He said, eyes locked on the griffon.
“W-what!? Nono, just GET me off!” Gilda pleaded, desperately pulling against the knot.
“To get you off I’d have to destroy the slab. That would set me back a month and many, many bits… more than you could afford to repay, doubtless.” He shook his head. “No, you made your choice. But I’ll still help you out!”
“I d-don’t… wha…” Gilda tilted her head, looking up at the unicorn, not quite understanding what he was going on about.
“Sit up straight, I can’t help you if you don’t.” He started, producing several curved pieces of metal.
Gilda nodded shakily, doing her best to sit herself up, paws and talons against the stone.
“You see…” He started, quickly slipping the strips of steel into place before Gilda’s edged and clouded mind had a chance to process it, with rivets flown into place and formed down by the force of his spell, locking her talons and paws down in place. “What you so foolishly decided to… use… is my specialty. I craft magical focuses, the finest in Equestria. Sought after by the best mages and unicorns around.”
“H-hey, man, I didn’t t-think… what are y-you doing!?” Gilda widened her eyes and squawked in protest, pulling and tugging her talons and paws away from the metal, without success.
“No you didn’t think, did you? Look where it’s gotten you.” He tutted, producing more strips of metal that his spell floated into place, the cold steel like ice upon her heated body before it warmed up. Riveting a tightly formed cage around the griffoness, pinning her wings against her body, tail against her back, and holding her limbs in perfect rigid pose where she sat. “As I was saying, my foci are used in spell-crafting. They work almost like a battery and a magnifying glass at the same time… magical energies both stored within them and magnified when cast through. The core of that focus?”
Gilda bucked and squirmed as much as the tight gibbet cage would allow as he fitted a tight collar around her neck, which riveted to a frame that sat around her skull, forcing her to gaze forward. Before she could say another word in protest, the unicorn slipped a metal ring tightly around her beak, holding it shut without a chance to open it once more.
“Is a life force, my dear.” He tapped her beak with a hoof as he rolled a glowing gem around in his magic. “Innate magic is quite potent… normally I’d use equestrian magic for this. From a convict of the Diarchy! Or some similar prisoner whose fate was already sealed, but here YOU are… as I said, this wasn’t meant for you. But I won’t look a gift griffon in the beak, no, and you bring pretty unique magic. And the more ah… shall I say ‘mentally charged’ the life within, the more powerful the focus. Hence my little design feature” he winked.
“In fact I should thank you! How generous of you to donate yourself…” The unicorn chuckled, fitting the gem into its socket on the steel riveted collar around her neck, integrated into the frame, the bird huffing and squirming, whines and whimpers muffled. “Really marvelous these Vitality gems… can keep a creature alive and sustained indefinitely! Of course they have to be entirely still for it to work… I don’t think you’ll have trouble with that though, will you?”
“Now don’t go anywhere! I’ll finish you up in the morning.” The unicorn turns and steps away, trotting off to his workshop.
Gilda was left alone on the slab, tightly held in the unyielding grip of the steel cage now permanently riveted around her, muffled in any attempt to call out for help. Her eyes darted around, tail tip thrashing helplessly as she wriggled her talons and toes, the only movement and outlet she had as the sun sank slowly to night, the unrelenting magic of the stone phallus lodged deep within her carrying her to the edge, but never past, over, and over… and over…
What a long night it would be~
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“That wasn’t meant for you.” He said resolutely, a sigh at the end of his voice.
“H-help me off it!” Gilda squawked through her panting breath, blushing deeply. “F-fuck, get me off…”
“I can’t.” The unicorn replied plainly. “Well… I could. But I’m not sure you realize how much effort I put into creating these stones, or what they really are. Or the expense that goes into the enchantment thereof.” He said, eyes locked on the griffon.
“W-what!? Nono, just GET me off!” Gilda pleaded, desperately pulling against the knot.
“To get you off I’d have to destroy the slab. That would set me back a month and many, many bits… more than you could afford to repay, doubtless.” He shook his head. “No, you made your choice. But I’ll still help you out!”
“I d-don’t… wha…” Gilda tilted her head, looking up at the unicorn, not quite understanding what he was going on about.
“Sit up straight, I can’t help you if you don’t.” He started, producing several curved pieces of metal.
Gilda nodded shakily, doing her best to sit herself up, paws and talons against the stone.
“You see…” He started, quickly slipping the strips of steel into place before Gilda’s edged and clouded mind had a chance to process it, with rivets flown into place and formed down by the force of his spell, locking her talons and paws down in place. “What you so foolishly decided to… use… is my specialty. I craft magical focuses, the finest in Equestria. Sought after by the best mages and unicorns around.”
“H-hey, man, I didn’t t-think… what are y-you doing!?” Gilda widened her eyes and squawked in protest, pulling and tugging her talons and paws away from the metal, without success.
“No you didn’t think, did you? Look where it’s gotten you.” He tutted, producing more strips of metal that his spell floated into place, the cold steel like ice upon her heated body before it warmed up. Riveting a tightly formed cage around the griffoness, pinning her wings against her body, tail against her back, and holding her limbs in perfect rigid pose where she sat. “As I was saying, my foci are used in spell-crafting. They work almost like a battery and a magnifying glass at the same time… magical energies both stored within them and magnified when cast through. The core of that focus?”
Gilda bucked and squirmed as much as the tight gibbet cage would allow as he fitted a tight collar around her neck, which riveted to a frame that sat around her skull, forcing her to gaze forward. Before she could say another word in protest, the unicorn slipped a metal ring tightly around her beak, holding it shut without a chance to open it once more.
“Is a life force, my dear.” He tapped her beak with a hoof as he rolled a glowing gem around in his magic. “Innate magic is quite potent… normally I’d use equestrian magic for this. From a convict of the Diarchy! Or some similar prisoner whose fate was already sealed, but here YOU are… as I said, this wasn’t meant for you. But I won’t look a gift griffon in the beak, no, and you bring pretty unique magic. And the more ah… shall I say ‘mentally charged’ the life within, the more powerful the focus. Hence my little design feature” he winked.
“In fact I should thank you! How generous of you to donate yourself…” The unicorn chuckled, fitting the gem into its socket on the steel riveted collar around her neck, integrated into the frame, the bird huffing and squirming, whines and whimpers muffled. “Really marvelous these Vitality gems… can keep a creature alive and sustained indefinitely! Of course they have to be entirely still for it to work… I don’t think you’ll have trouble with that though, will you?”
“Now don’t go anywhere! I’ll finish you up in the morning.” The unicorn turns and steps away, trotting off to his workshop.
Gilda was left alone on the slab, tightly held in the unyielding grip of the steel cage now permanently riveted around her, muffled in any attempt to call out for help. Her eyes darted around, tail tip thrashing helplessly as she wriggled her talons and toes, the only movement and outlet she had as the sun sank slowly to night, the unrelenting magic of the stone phallus lodged deep within her carrying her to the edge, but never past, over, and over… and over…
What a long night it would be~
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