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This takes place shortly after Griffon the Brush Off.

Fluttershy wrapped the final binding around her latest patient's foreleg and gave a satisfied hum.

"There, now, Mr. Fox, you take it easy for a few weeks, okay?" she told the injured vulpine. "And try not to step into any more holes. You can stay here until you're better."

The red fox gave a nod and licked at her cheek. The yellow pegasus couldn't help but giggle and pat him on the head. She watched as he limped over toward her cottage, though her companion Angel stood thumping his paw in the middle of the doorway, obviously not happy with her and just as obviously not about to let a fox into his home without a fight.

The pink-maned pony fluttered over, gently lifting him into a hug. "It'll be okay, Angel bunny. He'll only be here for a little while, and I'm sure he promises not to hurt anyone or do anything bad. Don't you, Mr. Fox?"

The fox nodded again, giving the glaring rabbit a wide-eyed innocent look. The rabbit squirmed free of Fluttershy's embrace and angrily stormed into the house to glare from his bed. Fluttershy gave the fox an encouraging smile and ushered him in, but her attention was caught by the chittering of a squirrel.

"What's that? There's a strange creature on the edges of the Everfree forest that seems like it's in pain? You've never seen anything like it before, you say? Oh, my, if it's screaming and tearing up trees, it must be in terrible pain. Okay, I'll come. Lead the way, please."

The pegasus took a moment to duck into her cottage for her medical supplies before joining the squirrel. Fluttering close to the ground, she followed it to the forest and along its edges until she could make out the ferocious cries of agony herself. It sounded something like a manticore, but not quite. There was a higher pitched shriek intermingled with the feline roar. She had never heard anything quite like it.

Their pace slowed as they neared the source, and Fluttershy joined her guide perching on a branch overlooking a small glade. A bush on the far side shook as the creature writhed in pain, shaking and shivering, until it exploded in a burst of leaves. What emerged was the absolute last thing the tender pony would ever have expected. It was Gilda, Rainbow Dash's old friend from Flight Academy, a mean, rude, hurtful griffon.

Gilda wasn't being any of those things at the moment, though. She shredded the bush, then leaped into the center of the glade, gouging at the grass, before giving another long, pained screech. Fluttershy could see the claw marks that marred the bark of the trees surrounding the clearing, could see the dishevelment of the griffon's feathers, the tear tracks that trailed down the bully's cheeks. Gilda was in pain, and that was something that Fluttershy just couldn't ignore.

"I'll take it from here," she told the squirrel. "Thank you for bringing me. Try and get all the other animals to leave the area. I don't want anypony getting hurt."

The squirrel chirped and saluted before heading off to do her bidding. Fluttershy lay along the branch, contemplating the scene before her while she waited for the surrounding forest to be cleared. Gilda was a bully, plain and simple. She had been mean to everypony, even Rainbow Dash, who was supposed to be her friend. Yet, here she was, not long after she'd fled Ponyville, in obvious agony of some sort, and not at all looking like a bully. She looked, truth be told, like someone who had just messed up her relationship with her best friend in the whole world and couldn't figure out how to fix it.

That was confirmed to the lemon-shaded mare when she the griffon collapsed to the earth sobbing and muttering. "Stupid! How could I be so stupid? They were right. They were all right..."

"They were right about what?" Fluttershy inquired, wafting her way downward into the clearing.

With feline speed and grace, the griffon was on her paws and talons, glaring fiercely at the encroaching pony who had violated her privacy. Then she realized who it was and violently wiped at her eyes, nearly scratching herself in the process.

"What are you talking about, dweeb?" the griffon demanded. "Aren't you that pathetic little doormat I walked all over in the market?"

Fluttershy persisted. "Who was right about what, Gilda? What were they right about? I don't mean to intrude, but you seem like you could use some help."

"Pf, right, I need help. You're the one who needs help, Flutterbutt!"

The griffon pounced. Fluttershy let out a squeal, caught off guard, and found herself pinned beneath the more powerful creature.

"How could you ever help me, you pitiful little waste of space? You can't even stand up for yourself when I was obviously doing something wrong! How could you ever help me?"

"I j-j-just wanted t-to-"

Gilda cut her off. "You wanted to nothing! You wanted to come see the big bad griffon cry, is that it? Well, I'm not gonna cry for you, you flightless pegasus! You are worse than pathetic. You are useless. What do you actually do? What good are you, huh? What good are you?"

Fluttershy was at a loss for words, left sputtering and stuttering, wanting to defend herself but unable to. She was terrified, knowing that Gilda was capable of being horrible, horrified at finding herself the butt, yet again, of the griffon's wrath, and paralyzed by both fear and the fear that the griffon might be right.

"I'm gonna show you what you're good for," Gilda declared, snapping her beak right in front of the pony's muzzle.

Fluttershy flinched, squealing and closing her eyes with her forelegs tucked close against her chest. But she didn't feel the sting of that sharp tip cutting into her face. Instead, she felt a warm, wet something pressed against the end of her snout. She opened her eyes to find Gilda's hindquarters filling her vision.

"You better start licking, Slutterbutt, or I'm gonna start clawing!"

Fluttershy felt the sharp tips raking along her hind legs, not quite enough to hurt yet, but definitely more than enough to warn her. Tears leaked from the corners of the pony's eyes as she tentatively put forth the tip of her broad tongue and lapped it over the furred sex that was pushed against her lips. She yelped as points of pain erupted from her flanks.

"You can do better than that, rat droppings for brains. You know what I want, and you'd better do it, or I'll do a lot worse than just mark you."

Fluttershy did know what she meant. It wasn't the first time she had been used, not the first time she had been put in this position. Now, as then, she complied. She laid a long, firm lick along that moist slit, then plunged her tongue inward, into that musky, female-tasting hole, quickly pulling it back and pressing it back inward. Tears wet the grass beneath her, her sobs held back because she knew they would only anger her attacker, though she couldn't still the tremble of her flesh beneath the griffon.

"Ah! Yeah! That's what I need. Good girl, Slutterbutt."

Fluttershy squealed loudly as she felt a sudden pain in her most private of parts. The griffon's beak had fastened upon her tiny pleasure bud, tugging at it, pinching it. A sharp jerk got her back to licking, vigorously, furiously, her forehooves wrapped around the griffon's flanks to pull it down against her muzzle harder. The pain was a reminder, as always, that she wasn't doing her job. The pain eased as her attentions were noticed. She heard the hen panting above her, though she continued to feel the occasional tug and pull at her precious button.

Fluttershy didn't realize that she'd done a good enough job until she found her tongue clamped tight by clenching muscles and a shrill screech sounding. The griffon came hard on her tongue, finally releasing her pleasure nub. But that wasn't the end of it. When Gilda had finished orgasming, she sat down hard on the pony's face, forcing the mare's muzzle wide. And then Fluttershy found her mouth invaded by the sharply acrid taste of urine. Again, it was not the first time, and she knew better than to try and spit it out. Silently weeping, she swallowed it down until the stream finally faded.

"You're nothing," Gilda informed the fearful pegasus. "You're useless. Worthless. You're a toilet, Slutterbutt. That's all you are, and that's all you'll ever be. Go clean yourself up."

Without another word, the griffon launched herself into the sky, leaving the broken filly to curl up, weeping and trying not to retch, used, abused, and feeling lower than she had in years.