Unexpected Gym Training

“This is the place...” Gilda said, adjusting the gym back over her shoulder before heading inside. “You better know what you’re talking about, Dash...”

Having been in Ponyville for a few weeks now, the one thing she hasn’t been able to find is a good workout, like the ones she had back in Griffonstone. She knew for a fact that most ponies were too weak and wimpy to have a gym that would hold up to griffon needs, but was happy enough to be proven wrong, as Rainbow Dash suggested she go to the place she goes to when she needs a really good workout, even suggesting a trainer.

“You really think I need a trainer, Dash? I’m not some lame-o newbie that doesn’t know how to work out.” Gilda chided.

“Trust me, Gilda, this trainer will work like never before! Just give him a try!” Rainbow said with a sly grin, nudging her should.

“Better not be a waste of my time...” She mumbled one last remark before tossing her bags into a locker.

She actually gave an impressed whistle as she saw the weight room, particularly how all the equipment looked so well kept, and had so many more options then she had back home. Even the music seemed better; rock and metal, rather than dull elevator music her old gym had playing, something to actually keep everyone pumped up.

“Hey, you must be Gilda, right? Rainbow said you’d be coming by.” A voice managed to break through the music and various grunts,quickly capturing her attention and turning it to who she thought was a lost little kid.

“Can I help you, kid? You lost or somethin’?” Gilda said looking down at the short and slim dragon that stood before her, his head barely up to her chest.

“The name is Spike...I was Twilight’s assistant...” He said crossing his arms with a raised eyebrow, “And I’m your personal trainer. I thought Rainbow Dash would have told you that...”

“...”

There was an awkward silence between the two of them before Gilda burst into a fit of laughter. Leaving Spike to roll his eyes as this wasn’t the first time someone had underestimated him due to his appearance. He let her laugh until she was practically heaving.

She wipes a single tear from her eye before looking down at Spike again, “Oh wait your serious? Why would Dash recommend a shrimp like you?”

“Because I know what I’m doing.” He said with a sigh, “You want the help or not? Cause we need to get warmed up sooner rather than later.”

“Sure, whatever you say, shrimp.” Gilda smirked as she let the drake lead her to a section reserved for one on one training sessions.

“You really shouldn’t be pushing yourself this much, Gilda...” Spike said, somewhat worriedly as he stands over her, spotting her reps.

Gilda growls, her fur and feathers drenched in sweat, face clenched red, “S-Shut it... half pint...” Even her voice was strained as she lowered the bar over her chest again, grunting as she pushed the bar back up.

Spike carefully watched on, “Okay, that’s enough!”

“One...more...” She strained, bringing it back down, ignoring the searing pain of her muscles being pushed way past their limits, only to gasp as her arms finally gave out.

She clenched her eyes shut, anticipating the impact to hurt like no other, only for it to never come.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw the bar being placed back on the rack above her by her scrawny personal trainer, “I told you it was too much.”

“W-Wha...h-how..” She managed between labored breaths, having barely been able to finish her sentence.

“You nearly killed yourself doing that.” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone as he moved to her side, checking her arms.

She looked to the bar, seeing each side overloaded with weights nearly bending the main bar on both ends. She turned back to the drake that just saved her neck, and noticed that he hadn't even broken a sweat. The fact that no one else could’ve saved her, the fact that they were all alone in this section of the gym, and the fact that she’s only seen the strongest of griffins lift such a massive weight, though always dripping with sweat and strained to muscle failure...

“Did you...really lift that on your own?” She asked, a slight blush on her face as she felt his nibble claws massaging away the pain in her arms with practiced precision.

“Um... yeah...” He replied with a raised brow, pointing out how they were the only ones in that section of the gym, “There’s no one else here that could’ve done it, and I’m a lot stronger than I look.” He said before sighing, seeing another look of unamused disbelief before he stood from her side, having almost gotten used to everyone judging him like that, he decided to prove himself so that she would listen to him.

She looked at him with her jaw agape as, with only a light grunt, he lifted the overloaded bar and did several bicep curls with a level of ease she never thought possible. It was then that she noticed his form and wandered over his muscles, not as bulgy and beefy as a typical meat heads’, but smooth and refined, and only visible to her. Her thoughts of his scrawny nature now corrected as she was stunned.

Her mind wandered more than it should have as she sat and watched him easily switch to doing squats with the bar and only now started to grow small beads of sweat, but, even then, the look of careful concentration alone sent a shiver down her spin. He finished his set and set the bar back in place before she knew it, and only came back to when he started unloading the weights from it.

“Showing off isn’t how you work out though,” He stated rather bluntly as he removed each and every weight, putting them away as he did so, “I have to explain this to every person who has nearly hurt themselves...”

But his words fell on deaf ears as Gilda was lost in the thought of what he could do with that strength. Griffons have always been drawn to mates with physical strength, driven by some primal need to know that their clutch would be protected by their mates. She wanted to see what he could really do if given the chance, in more than just training, and she wanted to see what he could do to her; how easily he could lift her, throw her onto his bed, and have his way with her.

“So, how are your arms feeling? Should be more relaxed now...” He asked as he stood before her.

“Hey...shut up, short stack...” She said in a low growl, her face now flushed red, wings struggling not to stand erect, “I think I want a different kind of training...” She stated as she stood above him.

Before Spike could get out another word, he felt her tug him by his shirt, yanking him away from the prying eyes of the other gym goers, straight to the female locker room. It was then that he smelled it, her scent assaulting his senses, telling him on a primal level why her face was steaming a bright red; that her neithers were moistening with excitement. His face then lit up a deep purple, even more so when he noticed the growing trail of juices between her legs, and before he could do anything about it, she pulled him back to the further part of the locker room, where no one ever treds.

Pushing him against one of the lockers, Gilda locked his hands above his head, looked him straight in the eye and said, “Look, half pint... I admit showing off was a bad idea in my case. But in yours...” She used her tail to lower her shorts, the scent becoming even stronger, “You managed to get me worked up... and since you’re my trainer, you’re gonna take responsibility.”

Before he could utter a single word, she growled and pressed herself against him, feeling his own excitement poking against her. “Feels like you agree,” She purred before freeing his hands and easily pushing him down so that he’s face to face with her soaked, needy passage, her short dropping away fully.

Spike shivered as he felt her press her lower lips against his, her wetness coating his nose and tongue. His nostrils flared getting a hit of her musk from her workout and mixing with her arousal, “Fuck it...” He finally thought as his mind returned to him, allowing his hands to wrap themselves around her thighs.

Gilda’s eyes shot open and a gasp escaped her as she felt his tongue invade her needy folds. Her claws latched themselves around his head, pressing him deeper as his tongue flicked and stroked across each and every inch of her encompassing passage, making her buck her hips and moan loud enough that anyone that overheard would know exactly what was happening.

“She tastes amazing~” Spike growled with lustful hunger as he plunged his tongue deeper inside of her, groping her ass and enjoying the toned muscles underneath the softness as he did so, “I don’t ever want to stop~”

“F-Fuck!” Gilda squeezed his head as her legs grew weak, the only thing keeping her up being his arms around her rump and the muzzle making her clit quiver, “H-Hey dork...I...AH~!” Her words escaped her as his tongue lapped against her G-spot, teasing it just enough that her entire body was racked with pleasure.

Spike knew he hit the mark when her vaginal walls convulsed around his tongue, causing a fresh torrent of juices to coat his face, only encouraging him to work even harder; in ways she didn’t think was possible. As he went on, he felt the grip on his head weaken, allowing him to pull free and slowly give her entire vag one final lick, ending with a flick against her clit as he looked up to see the sweat dripping from her brow. He had a hard time holding back his smug smirk, seeing her expression finally betray the tough act she’s always put on, nearly laughing as he stood back up, licking his lips clean of her essence.

“F-Fuck! Why hell was his tongue so damn good... I can hardly stand...” She mentally asked as she stared down at the drake, and before she could stumble back against a bench, she felt his arms wrap around her waist.

Spike pulled her in, pressing himself firmly against her coat, “Looks like some more training is in order...” He lustfully smirks as he lifts her up.

A loud squawk escaped her beak as she was suddenly lifted into the air, her legs quickly wrapping around Spike’s waist as her arms clung to his head, pulling him into her ample breasts. She felt him shiver as he became encased in her soft, bouncing bosom, as well as his cock twitching with excitement as the warmth of her body melded with his.

She moaned as she felt his bulge pressing against her, her wings snapping open as he kicked his shorts and briefs off, letting his cock spring free, slapping against her lower lips, earning a moan she quickly tried to silence. Even though she was unable to see it, she could feel each and every inch of his dragonhood rubbing against her, its girth and texture rubbing against her clit.

Gilda was pressed harder against the lockers behind her, with Spike’s hand groping her rear and his tongue licking her breast before his teeth ripped both her top and bra off in one go. “Can’t be too restrained~” He whispered, his voice powerfully deep as he grinds against her, licking her nipples as he does so.

Her claws grasped his shoulder as Spike teased her body, playing with it, toying with it, keeping her from even trying to wiggle free. He lifted her up and pressed his tip against her folds, pressing just hard enough to slide the tiniest bit in.

Spike raised his gaze to see her need as clear as day, with sweat dripping down her form, “Not the kind of training... we should be doing... but...”

“S-Shut up and fuck me already!” Gilda squawked out at him, her hips desperately trying to thrust themselves forward and pierce herself with his rod, but his arms kept her in place just above it.

Spike’s face was pulled between her breasts, groaning as he enjoyed the soft pillows entrapping his head while her legs clenched in an attempt to pull his lower body as close as she could as he, himself, huffed in need and nodded, thrusting up as he lowered her down onto his shaft.

Gilda beak hung open as she felt his shaft sliding into her hot, wet passage. Spike groaned as he felt the heat radiating off of her as he lowered her down to his base, holding her there for who knows how long as they were lost in the sensation.

“That... isn’t all you got... right?” Gilda softly asked, clenching around his shaft as she tried to urge him on.

He smirked a little before pulling out to the tip, then thrusting right back into her again, lifting and lowering her to match his thrusts, spreading her pussy wider and wider every time his balls bounced against her ass. His thrusts were slow but powerful, making her caw every time the lockers rattled against them.

“F-Fuck!” She gasped as his shaft rubbed against her deepest spots, swearing that it’s getting bigger and bigger, even feeling her stomach bulging ever so slightly, “Slam my pussy harder~!” She demanded, wanting him to go wild on her.

He lets out a low growl as his claws grip her ass harder and he moves his hips faster, matching his speed with his power, bouncing her higher as his lips remain latched onto her breasts, sucking at her nipples.

Her open wings twitched as lightly spasmed, gusting wind around them as they fucked, an act that would’ve helplessly knocked any other being to the ground, but not Spike. His strength and balance helped him keep them steady, a feat of strength that didn’t go unnoticed by Gilda, in fact, it made her even more excited, causing more juices to run down his shaft, making it easier and easier for them to keep fucking.

After what felt like hours, he gasped and pulled back from her breasts, “Gilda... Fuck! You feel amazing!”

His hips were a blur, his body was dripping with sweat, his balls were slapping, and his cock was throbbing. Pre was oozing into her passage, the heat alone was sending her spirally over yet another edge. Her legs stiffly shot out behind him as her body was racked with pleasure, tossing her head back as she climaxed.

“I can’t hold out much longer!” Spike warned, his cock twitching wildly as he reached his peak.

He started to pull himself free from her, but, before he could, he felt her claws dig into his shoulder and her legs tighten around his hips, pulling him back inside of her, right back into her clenching passage.

“Don’t you DARE pull out!” Gilda growled, keeping him close and grinding down against him, urging for him to cum as he gave his final thrusts, “DO IT!”

He could protest no more, the pleasure pushing him past the point of no return, unleashing his burning hot seed inside of her, painting her womb white. A loud, final squawk flew freely from her maw, not caring at all who knew as her claws scraped against the lockers behind her, reveling in the feeling of his cum flooding inside her. Her back arched as she ground herself against him, eagerly trying to get each and every drop, enhanced by the bucking of his hips as he shot what little there was left inside of her.

Both griffin and drake are lost in the ecstasy of their climaxes for a brief eternity, remaining attached as deeply as possible, balls deep inside of her, only cognisant enough for Spike to walk back and sit on the bench behind them as Gilda leaned against him. They eventually came back down, panting heavily as his cum oozed out from around Spike’s shaft, dripping a mixture of his cum and her own juices onto the tile floor, leaving a mess below them.

“Ya know... I may have misjudged you...” Gilda softly said, her body relaxing just before a gasp escaped her as the drake pulled himself out of her, allowing a torrent of seed to flood from her, “Hmmm~ Fuck... don’t go thinking too hard about it, dweeb... but... you may have a repeat customer on your hands here...”

Spike smiled a little, with a blush to go with it, “Well, luckily enough, I have a very free schedule.” He chuckles, “But, right now, I think we need a wash. Unless you want everyone to smell our ‘special training’.”

She blushed at the idea, thinking of how she might not mind letting everyone know they’re an item, but then a whiff of their musk hit her nose and she immediately rejected the idea, “Yeah... we could both use one...”

“Alright then, let’s go,” Spike replied with a smile, rising up from the bench and leaning forward just enough to give Gilda access to the ground, but just as tried to stand, her weak legs gave out on her.

“Fuck!” Instantly, Spike’s arm was around her waist, saving her from a nasty fall.

“Let's make this a little easier.” Spike said, pulling her back up, this time slipping his hand under her legs to fully hold her.

Gilda’s arms wrapped around his neck, cheeks red with embarrassment, even though she didn’t mind being carried by him, she couldn’t help feel his muscles subtly moving as they held her up. She pulled herself closer as they stepped into the shower, and, with a flick of his tail, Spike started the shower, letting Gilda down as they were shrouded by steam before he turned, figuring she’d want some privacy.

“You think one workout was enough?” Gilda practically whispered right into his ears, her voice coated in lust as she hugged him from behind, pulling him back into her breasts, “I think I need some... harder training. Think you can give me one?”

Spike’s face lit up red, and, before he could say a word, she spun him around, locking her beak against his lips as her other hand slips down, teasing his shaft. Meanwhile, Spike’s hands wrap around her waist, caressing her, kneading her, feeling her form, all the way down to her lovely thighs, just enough to lift her up ever so slightly.

Once they pulled apart, Spike gave a short chuckle, “I think I can show you one more workout this session~”

“Then what are you waiting for? I really want to feel it tomorrow~” She smirked, her hips shaking in his grasp.

It wasn’t long before they were on each other again. The entire locker room echoing the sounds of their heavy and heated workout.