Gilda has a fat fucking dick, and she bangs a whole bunch of hot girls. The CMCs are in for one hell of a ride.
Gilda has a fat fucking dick, and she bangs a whole bunch of hot girls. Look, you know what you're here for, right? It's smut. Probably. Maybe even has a bunch of story in it, but the main focus is going to be on hot mares struggling with heat season. Mares now throwing themselves at Gilda's cock to get their urges scratched, and their brains plowed out.
Luckily, Gilda has got more than enough stamina to handle the situation.
For now.
Within you'll find stupid amounts of jizz, cock worship, tits, a bunch of sex, the heady scent of sweat, musk, and sex, as well as breeding(?), defloweration(?), and maybe even a little bit bullying, gasp.
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Gilda’s claws smacked onto Rainbow Dash’s ass, sending the entire thing bouncing and wobbling She was balls-fucking-deep inside of the pegasus’ tight, fertile cunt, and it felt fuckin’ great.
“Ugh, fuck you, Gilda. No need to be rough,” Dash panted between deep, strained breaths, fingers clinging to the bar of some sort of machine in front of her.
The gryphon was taking her doggy-style in the middle of a gym, and Dash just barely managed to keep up with Gilda’s animal-like, relentless thrusts. She had to throw herself forwards, and then slam her ass back again just to meet Gilda half-way, and cause another meaty, obscene SMACK to ring through the exercise hall.
Fuck, she hoped that machine she was holding on to was sturdy enough to withstand this treatment. The last she could use right now was a weight falling down and punching a hole into the floor.
“Eh. Can’t help it, Dashie. I could’ve fucking sworn that...” SMACK. Her hand battered against Rainbow’s fat ass yet again. “...that your ass wasn’t nearly as fat as this a few weeks ago. How come? Been slackin’ off, girl?” She grinned.
Dash panted, her knees wobbling dangerously. Sweat was dripping from her forehead, and her flimsy workout-shirt was utterly soaked. A foamy concoction of mare-juices and pre-jizz was dribbling down her thighs. She let out a huffy grunt.
“Yeah, and you weren’t nearly as much of a cocky bitch before you got that...that fat, perfect, addictive fucking cock.” She was catching her breath, and continued, thighs quivering around the gryphon’s immense spire. “Look, it’s really fuckin’ hard to keep my macros straight while you blow a gallon of your stupid, slimy jizz down my throat every day.” She panted. “I’m supposed to be cutting right now, not bulking!”
Gilda grinned. She wrapped Rainbow’s tail around her wrist. Their rhythm had slowed down during the chit-chat, but she was getting close. As for Rainbow? Hah. Gilda knew that slut had already gotten off twice, and was probably approaching her third peak of the day.
“I fucking bet. Can’t help that you’re fucking hooked to my dick, Dashie.”
Dash was about to stammer, stutter something about how she was totally in control of herself, and could stop any time she wanted, and that those many, many hours she’d spent on her knees, worshipping Gilda’s cock meant nothing, when Gilda yanked at her tail and began to hammer into her with increasing, reckless speed.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
A mere few seconds later, Gilda’s swollen jizzkegs tensed up, and released another immense, belly-bloating load. The first rope of dense, sperm-packed semen battered into Dash’s depths, and the pegasus moaned, and squeaked like a little girl. “F-fuuuuck...” Her knees were weak.
Gilda let out a pleased, satisfied grunt as her best friend wobbled a little, holding on to her own belly as Gilda's cum burst, and splattered into her to the point that it felt like her belly was about to start swelling and sagging.
Shortly after, the gryphon’s massive knot popped from Dash’s pussy, still dripping with cum. She grinned, staring at Dash, who just barely managed to keep on her hooves.
“Time for a shower, huh? You’re not struggling to keep up, are ya?”
Dash stumbled after her, slowly regaining her composure. “Fuck no. What, you think I can’t handle it?”
Gilda chortled. “Nah. Just pullin’ your wing. You’re a beast, Dash. 80% muscle. 20% awesome. If I ever fuck you hard enough that you walk bow-legged for one week straight, I’ll look for another wizard to help me get rid of this thing.” She pointed at her dick. It twitched lazily. The foggy scent of musk surrounded it.
Dash shrugged as they entered the showers. “Yeah uh, good luck with that. If Twilight couldn’t figure out how to deal with that thing, you’re fucked. She’s the best. You’re stuck with it, unless you wanna take your dong straight to Celestia and wave it in front of her face. Which uh...probably a bad idea?”
The two laughed.
Gilda turned the tap, and ice cold water washed over them.
Not too long after, a very satisfied Rainbow Dash stepped out of the gym—still a little bow-legged—and Gilda returned her attention to the benches and weights.
Time to put these muscles to work.
She’d barely gotten really into it when the door chime rang, and a few ponies entered her place of worship, a veritable church of plates and iron.
“Look Scoots, I told ‘ya, she’s a gryphon. She can’t get ya pregnant. Now stop fussing, we all agreed to this yesterday...”
“Shhh! She’s gonna here you at this rate...”
Too late. Gilda furrowed her brow as fragments of words reached her. She’d not gotten everything, enough to see where this was going.
She was facing away from the group, a few beads of sweat staining her browfeathers. The barbell weighed heavily on her grip. Her legs muscles pulsed with strength. She kept her spine straight, and her wings flared out. This was the good stuff.
She knew they were there, caught on their way in, stalling, and now gawking at her rippling back muscles. It’s not like the flimsy exercise-bra she wore concealed much, and that wasn’t even getting into how her massive, flaccid beast of a gryphon-dick stretched out her shorts.
Frankly, she had no fucking idea if whoever had just waltzed into her gym had any idea what proper form even looked like, but hey, she fucking loved to show off. Her muscles strained as she set the weight down, then lifted it again. Heavy, deep breath. Her heart pounded, blood rushed through her flexing muscles. The scene repeated twice, then the barbell remained on the floor. She brushed her hands against each other, and grinned.
Someone mouthed a “Whoah...” behind her.
Gilda flexed, stretched, and turned around to be greeted by three flushed fillies, barely old enough to drink, dressed in a few flimsy straps of fabric that were pornographic enough some gyms would kick you out faster than you can complain that technically all of your private bits are covered. Gilda just cocked a brow.
Right, she’d definitely seen these around before. The yellow one, the white one, the orange one. Troublemakers, but she wasn’t exactly one to talk, especially remembering some of her past trips to Ponyville.
Feeling the gryphon’s gaze rest upon her, the red-maned yellow one finally mared up the courage to speak. “Hey! You’re uh, Gilda, right?”
They tensed up as she stepped past them to the counter, grabbed her bag of protein powder, and poured herself a shake. “Yup. And you are?”
“Uh...Applebloom! And these here are my friends Sweetie Belle and—” “—Scootaloo!” Scootaloo interjected.
She eyed them up. Not going to lie, they were pretty fucking hot, but Gilda didn’t believe that they were here to work-out. Not even for a single second. They’d laid it on thick with that getup. Jeez. Sweetie Belle was wearing a skirt short enough it might as well be a freaking belt. Scootaloo wore a fucking bikini top. It was summer, but this here was a gym, not the beach. And Applebloom? Jeans shorts. If you’ve ever worked out in jeans, especially jeans shorts short enough to ride all the way up your ass, you’ll know that it’s not a great experience. Jeans just isn’t nearly flexible enough a material.
Ugh. And the fucking make-up Sweetie Belle had put on. Sweet Celestia, she could feel her dick just twitching seeing that on her, but it looked pretty out of place in a gym. She’d probably picked up a few tricks from her sister.
Yeah, they weren’t the first thirsty mares who’d showed up to get railed, but if they really wanted it, she’d make them work for it. Push them around a little first. See how they’d react. Not to say her dick wasn’t into it, but they looked pretty inexperienced, and she wasn’t looking to get into anything with girls who assumed that a casual fuck in the gym meant this was going to be some sort of long-term relationship.
She grinned to herself. Pushing them around a little was the least she could do, they were interrupting her workout.
Gilda shrugged, fully aware that even now she was flexing, and showing off her muscles. “A’ight, cool. You can find the weights yourself, right? Good.” She took a deep gulp of her shake, and lumbered back over to her barbell, the gaze of three dumbfounded fillies following her.
“H-Hey! We were kinda uh...hoping for some, uh...personal training?” Apple Bloom yelped after her.
Gilda lifted a dumbbell off the floor, and weighed in her hand. “Yeah? Like, advice and shit?”
“Y-yeah, that! Ow!” Scootaloo rammed her elbow into Applebloom’s side. “What she meant is that we were hoping for something way more hands-on, like, personal training with someone big and strong who can show us how it’s really done. We need a deep, hard and thorough workout that will leave us sore, if you catch our drift.” Scootaloo’s voice was dripping with lewdness by the end of the sentence. She even winked at the gryphon.
Applebloom was beet-red, and mumbled something like “Where the hell did you take that from?”, to which Scootaloo responded with “Look, I watched like one or two ‘films’...the mares always talk like that before the action start, duh...What, don’t tell me you’ve never seen porn? Okay, y’know what, the next time we meet up in the clubhouse I’m so bringing one of Dash’s porn flicks.”
This time it was Sweetie Belle’s turn to elbow-ram them, mumbling something to direct their attention back to their target. And what a sight it was.
Gilda waited with her response. She lifted a dumbbell, flexed it, leaving the near-salivating girls in suspense. She wouldn’t be surprised to see puddles between their legs at this rate.
“Hmmm...”
They were brimming with anticipation.
Then Gilda snorted. “Nah. You know that I’ve got better things to do than uh, fucking a bunch of fillies who’re trying really fucking hard to come off as trashy sluts, right? I know it’s heat season around here, but jeez.”
That rejection came like the crack of a whip. It was almost comical: Three young mares in a row, first confident, now flinching, their ears and tails drooping in unison. Their lower lips wobbled dramatically.
“AWWWWW...!”
And then the quibbling and infighting started. Gilda watched in amusement.
“Aww, I really thought she’d be into us.”
“Look, I told you you’re laying it on way too thick with that outfit.”
“Pah! That’s rich coming from you, did you look into a mirror this morning?”
“Uuugh, stop it guys. I really really really don’t think I can handle another week of this, I swear I’ll go insane, heat is the worst...”
Just as the dejected mares were about to take their leave, Gilda stopped them. She cleared her throat, and they stopped dead in their tracks.
“Get back here.”
Within a fraction of a second, they were at her paws. “Y-yeeees? You’re willing to give us a chance, right? Right?”
Gilda shushed them.
“We make a simple deal. You follow my rules. I fuck you hard enough to see stars. When I tell you to get down onto the floor and do push-ups, you’re there before I can even blink. In other words, I call the shots here. Also, and this is important so listen up, this ain’t a personal thing. I’m not going to be your fucking girlfriend, got it? I’m not gonna kiss you, take you out for dinner, or call you tomorrow morning. Got it?”
You’d think they’d hesitate, but no. The CMCs were not willing to blow this once-in-a-lifetime chance to get their heat-itch scratched.
Scootaloo was first, and Applebloom and Sweetie Belle followed a second later after exchanging a nod. Within a matter of seconds, Gilda found herself staring at three pairs of tits of varying sizes, proudly presented in front of her.
She grinned to herself. Hell yeah. You still got it, Gilda.
The CMCs shivered as she felt them up. Scootaloo’s humble B-cups, Applebloom’s pretty good D-cups, and...sweet fucking Celestia, Sweetie Belle was built like she single-handedly planned to make Rarity’s job of fitting bras as difficult and time-consuming as possible. F-Cups? G-Cups? H-cups? Gilda had no clue. All she knew was that they were freaking huge, that their letter was probably pretty far up in the alphabet, and that their owner was squirming in her hands as she felt them up. All that missed were a few splotches on her fur, and she’d look like a cow.
Gilda’s cock thickened, pulsed inside of her shorts. The girls could see how it twitched, grew harder, and stretched the flimsy fabric in all its masculine, musky glory, as if Gilda was dangling it in front of their faces as a potential reward, or treat.
“Good tits. Get down onto the floor. Thirty push-ups, each of you.”
This time the CMCs hesitated, searching for any sign of sarcasm on her face.
Gilda just lifted her hand, and started counting downwards. “Five. Four. Three. Two...There we go. Good girls.” They got the message and dropped down, scrambling to get into position.
She leaned back and watched them struggle. This was not going to be a fair fight. She already had a fairly good idea of who was going to win this one, and it wasn’t going to be Sweetie Belle. She had her bet on Scootaloo. Applebloom was probably stronger, but Gilda doubted that she had much experience with rigorous exercise.
Soon enough Scootaloo was a few reps ahead of the others, while Sweetie Belle was struggling to heave her humongous udders off the exercise mat.
“No wings. No magic. Scootaloo, you do ten more than the others. If you complain or don’t keep your back straight, it’s another twenty. That applies to all of you.” Her voice cracked like a whip. She marched in front of them, idly flexing her biceps, and watched them fight.
Despite the handicap, Scootaloo was the first to finish, panting “Done!”, and waiting in push-up position until Gilda allowed her to rise up. She was glowing, smiling, and not even that exhausted. She’d played this sort of game before.
“Good job, Scoots. Next up, squats.” The gryphon let out a snort as Scootaloo lowered herself. “Psh. Not over there. Right over here.” Gilda flexed her dick as the pegasus scrambled over towards her.
“G-Gilda? Can I ask a question?”
“Huh? Shot. And squat down while you’re at it. Hands at the back of your head. Use your wings not to fall over.”
Scootaloo did as she was told, and lowered herself into a low, spread-legged squat in front of the towering bull of a gryphon’s massive bulge, feeling increasingly more nervous and excited. The flimsy fabric of Gilda’s exercise shorts clung to her lazily twitching dick, and those bloated, fat balls. The thing was freaking soaked with sweat and pre.
It was so thin that every little detail of Gilda’s cock was just sort of...there. Visible. She could’ve counted the veins littering the gryphon’s dick, if she’d wanted to.
Scootaloo’s nostrils flared up, and took in the potent, musky stench of cock. Now that she was squatting, the flare(?) was mere inches away from her face, and Scootaloo could see how another bead of precum pumped, and trickled through the precum-slimy fabric whenever Gilda flexed her dick.
Sweet Celestia she wanted to feel this beast pressed against her face.
And then she remembered that she’d meant to ask a question, rather than just gawking at Gilda’s dong like she’d never seen a dick before.
“Uhh...uh...” she stuttered. “So uh, this is going to sound weird, but you didn’t use to have a dick, right?”
Those browfeathers furrowed. “You here to hear ‘bout my life, dweeb? A’ight. Squat. Up and down. You know the drill. I’ll tell you when you’re done, and then you’ll suck me off. With a bit of luck Fat Tits over there will be done with her push-ups by then.”
Scootaloo whimpered, but obeyed. If it’d been any easier in this position, she’d be grinding her thighs together. Instead, all she could do was follow Gilda’s orders, and work her legs and glutes with steady, perfect-form squats, her eyes glued to the gryphon’s sweat-reeking, twitching cock.
Gilda snorted. “Pah. You sluts are ready to do anything just to get some fucking dick, huh?”
Scootaloo let out a whine. She panted. “C-C’mon, this isn’t fair...” She lowered herself again, slowing down her pace to stave off the burning soreness in her calves by a minute or two.
“Yup. No one ever said that it’d be fair. And I know that you dick-hungry sluts are going to let me get away with it. You’re lucky I’m here to fuck your brains out rather than to take your lunch money, ‘cause then you’d be broke once I’m done with you.” She was playing rough, pushing them around a little. Celestia knew Gilda got a kick out of that. “Anyway, about my dick...”
Applebloom had finished her push-ups, and was now sitting on the floor and watching, doing her hardest to look as unassuming as possible. Attracting Gilda’s attention, having to do another set of push-ups and missing the show would be the worst. She eyed up Sweetie Belle. This was probably the first time in ages that she was happy not to be as stacked as her friend. The unicorn had sweat dripping from her forehead, and was barely half-way to her goal of thirty. Her breasts sagged, pulling her downwards with their enormous weight.
Welp.
Gilda cleared her throat. “So. Long story short, I was havin’ a pretty decent afternoon. Strollin’ around in one of your fancy pony cities when I saw this place which had a big fuckin’ sign that said, uh...” She squinted, summoning the memory from the very back of her cranium. “Dang Incredible Special & Cool Offerings! Risk-free Dream-fulfillment!”" She grinned. “I uh, walked in since I thought it was fucking hilarious.”
Scootaloo nodded along, her legs quivering ever so slightly as her workout continued. She wasn’t out of breath yet, but who knew how long this story was.
“So I walk in, and I’m like, right there in this weird fucking shop, right? Right. And then this dude walks up to me, and asks me what I want. And I’m like, I don’t really care, I’m just browsing. But then he’s like, being kinda insistent ‘bout it and tells me that he’s got anything I could possibly wish for, and he starts showing me some utterly ridiculous shit which...I don’t know who could possibly want shit like that, but hey, if he sells it then there’s at least one weird fuck out there who’s into it.”
Scootaloo felt the sudden weight of Gilda’s hand on her head, holding her down. Scootaloo’s confusion lasted for a mere second, then Gilda just straight-up yanked her muzzle right against her greasy, sweaty dickbulge. The air-fogging scent of the gryphon’s package had been strong while squatting in front of her, but now Scootaloo got it blasted straight into her sinuses. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled back, a needy, dick-thirsty tingle trickling along her spine and into her loins. Her legs wobbled a little, this time not just from the ongoing workout. This dick made her feel weak.
Applebloom stared in awe as one of her best friends began pampering Gilda’s bulge with nervous, but unbelievably needy kisses, then licks, slurps, and the worship it deserved. She grabbed the gryphon’s tree-trunk quads, and held onto them while the pungent taste of gryphon-dick flooded her tastebuds.
And Gilda just kept telling her story.
“So anyway. This dude asks me what I wish for and uh, I say...uh...I say...” For once, it was Gilda’s turn to slow down, sound ever so slightly uncertain, and stutter. “Uhh...” Fuck. Get a grip, Gilda. You’re a fucking powerhouse, not a fussy dork presenting her homework in front of the class. “Uh, it’s not that important what I asked for. It was something dumb ‘bout someone I know, not that interesting, and it’s none of your business anyway.”
Gila rolled her head across her neck, and cleared her throat to get herself back on track. Her expectant gaze drifted across the ‘crowd’, from filly to filly. Sweetie Belle had collapsed onto the floor. “So. What happens next is that this dude tells me that he’s got exactly what I need, and he pulls this uh, ring or bracelet from somewhere and gives it to me. And next? You wanna hear what he says next?”
The gryphon grinned, and slammed a hand onto the back of Scootaloo’s head, grinding that orange muzzle firmly against her massive, sweaty bulge. Gilda stared at Applebloom, who nodded quickly.
“He said I didn’t even need to pay for it! Said some nonsense like ‘I just want you to have fun!’. Literally. Should’ve known something was up after that, and he didn’t even explain how this thing is supposed to do anything for me. Anyway. I fuck off, and put the thing on sometime later. And believe it or not, I passed the fuck out after I put it on.”
Gilda took a dramatic pause, and showed off her wrists. No sign of any bracelets or magical artifacts here. Gilda’s dick twitched against Scootaloo’s face. The pegasus whimpered happily.
She chortled, and stared at the pegasus between her legs, at the orange muzzle that was still firmly mashed against her massive, sweaty bulge.
“Hey, dillweed.”
Scoots looked like she was barely even registered Gilda had been talking to her. She blinked. “Huh?”
“Yes, I’m talking to you. Been listening? Wanna place any bet where the artifact went? Y’know, the bracelet-thing.”
“Uhhh...uhh...b-bracelet? S-sorry, I have no idea I...”
Gilda snorted, and gave Scoots a few pats. “Dumbass.” Somehow it didn’t sound like an insult. “Get my fat fucking dick out. I’ll show you.”
Scootaloo nearly started hyperventilating as her brain registered the command.
She sized up the objective, took a deep breath, and reached for the towering gryphon’s waistband, hooked her fingers into it, and started to pull it down.
A good few moments later, Gilda’s cock unceremoniously smacked against her face, and she just barely managed to keep herself from toppling over by holding on to Gilda’s legs. Gilda’s shorts dropped to the floor, and all three fillies found themselves staring at her cock.
“W-Woah...”
No matter how freakishly thick and long this beast of a dick was, it certainly wasn’t a horsecock.
And it wasn’t exactly a gryphon dick either, strangely enough. No, Gilda’s cock looked like it stood somewhere in the middle. Thick, long, and hard, with a broad flare(?), and a bulbous knot(?) close to its base, but not all the way there. Pulsing veins marbled the leathery surface, and the entire thing pulsed and throbbed with hunger.
Below Gilda’s knot there was just enough space for a ‘bracelet’. The bracelet, now wrapped around the base of the gryphon’s immense shaft, trapped below her knot where there was no way in hell anyone would get it off without metalworking tools which Gilda sure as hell wasn’t going to allow anywhere near her cock.
“Yup. Hell if I know how it ended up there, but who the fuck cares, really.” The gryphon grinned. “Now quit staring and jerk me off. I wanna see you guzzle my cum, girl. Besides, you’re pretty skinny. You gotta eat big to get big, and a daily dose of protein is a pretty good way to start.”
“Y-yes, sir! I mean ma’am, I mean...oh, forget it.” Scootaloo’s hands wrapped around Gilda’s shaft, struggling to encircle the entire thing. It was slippery with prejizz, as well as sweat, and no small amount of her own spit.
She felt it twitch against her hands, precum bubbling from its flare. She managed to keep her movements steady, and rhythmical despite the growing soreness in her legs, and soon enough wrapped her lips around Gilda’s cockhead, and started suckling. The pungent taste of pre flooded her mouth.
Gilda grinned. Yeah, this was the stuff. Just you, the gym, and a horny bitch so thirsty for your cock she’ll jerk you off in public.
Her dick twitched. She wasn’t the only one who was getting excited. The others were practically panting, staring at her, and at her cock, and at Scootaloo’s bobbing head and swaying ass, wishing they could take her place.
As Gilda stared at Applebloom, she squeaked and hid her deeply flushed face behind her hands. Gilda just laughed.
Scootaloo struggled to keep up with the sheer amount of precum that bubbled from Gilda’s flare. She had one hand at the gryphon’s bloated, swollen nutsack and gently fondled it, and continued to jerk the gryphon off with the other one. A trickle of spit and pre dribbled from her chin and onto her tits. The foggy, dense scent of musk was overwhelming.
Gilda grunted. Her nuts tensed up, and her cock flexed.
And then she came.
Scootaloo did not see it coming. The first slimy rope of cum burst into her mouth, and the second followed shortly after, so much of it she barely managed to keep up swallowing. She couldn’t even whimper, and merely held on while the talons at the back of her head kept her firmly in place, as nothing more than a docile, cum-guzzling slut for Gilda to blow another load in.
Gilda rammed her further down, and one little tear formed in a corner of Scootaloo’s eyes. She struggled to keep up.
Two or three massive ropes of cum later, and Scootaloo was at her limit, and yanked herself away, her mouth still full of slimy, hot jizz, keeping her lips tightly shut. She didn’t even know if Gilda just came like a fucking firehose, or if it just felt like that when you swallowed for the very first time, and didn’t have enough practice.
She fell backwards, right onto her ass, staring upwards while Gilda blew a last few strands of jizz across her body. The gryphon sneered. “That’s a good bitch. Now swallow.”
Scootaloo nodded, clenched her eyes, and swallowed. Like a good girl. Like a cum-guzzling bitch. Gilda’s cum-guzzling slut. It would be humiliating if she weren’t so horny that she couldn’t think straight. Sweet Celestia, she could get addicted to this taste, but the texture would take some time getting used to.
“Woah,” Applebloom mouthed behind her. “She’s really doin’ it. Fuck.”
The pegasus felt a strange, fuzzy pride as Gilda ruffled her mane, as if to reward her. Her eyes were still glued to Gilda’s shaft, which left no doubts that she was still more than capable of folding her in half and fucking her cross-eyed. This had been nothing but foreplay for her.
And much to Scootaloo’s dismay, Gilda stepped past her, and set her eyes on her friends.
Gilda stared down at Applebloom, this time with a scary, hungry glint in her eyes. With flexing muscles, her fat cock on full display, and the towering stature she looked more and more like a feral animal than a civilized being. Like a beast, or a predator ready to pounce her and tear her apart...or well, ready to pounce and utterly wreck her holes with the fattest slab of a cock Ponyville had ever seen.
She stepped closer, and Applebloom could’ve sworn she felt the ground tremble.
Applebloom realized that she was in way, way over her head. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she scrambled backwards, just a feet or two.
Gilda grinned. “Getting cold hooves? What, worried I’ll fucking break you with this?”
Applebloom winced. “...Y-yeah, a little actually! Are you sure you don’t want t-to fuck Scootaloo first?”
Scootaloo nodded in the background.
“No. I want you. I’ve had my eyes on your fat fucking ass since you walked in. So. You want this?”
Applebloom hesitated for a good few seconds, swallowing nervously. She couldn’t exactly deny how horny she was. Just looking at Gilda made her feel weak. Every little chiseled muscle. That attitude. That fat dick. The way she’d just shamelessly manhandled Scootaloo into submission.
Applebloom felt her thighs grind against each other. “Nhnf...Yes, fine, I want it. Please, I reallyreallyreally need it, this heat is so, so terrible, you have no idea. Just be gentle, alright?”
“Get up.”
Applebloom rose to her hooves, and Gilda casually pinned her against the side of a workout machine. Gilda towered over here, the two were close enough that Applebloom could feel the gryphon’s warm breath wash over her. The heady scent of sweat and musk hung in the air.
“Say that again, filly. Say that you want me to fuck you hard enough you’ll be walking funny for a full week.” Gilda rolled her eyes. “Gently, of course.”
Applebloom was hyperventilating, every fibre of her body on edge, nipples stiff and standing proud, and thighs clenched together. She swallowed, and said the words. “F-fuck me? I w-want you to fuck me...hard enough I can barely walk. Please.”
“Good girl. Don’t worry—” She grinned. “—I’ll be really fuckin’ gentle. Now get your ass out of those shorts, and bend the fuck over.”
Fuck, it felt good to be in charge.
Gilda’s dick still leaked a few last slimy strands of semen onto the gym floor as she watched Applebloom struggle and fight to work her way out of her fucking jorts. She chortled to herself. That girl had just dead-ass grabbed the tightest pair of shorts without even thinking ‘bout how well they’d fit. Heat season really hit like a cart, huh.
“...Ah swear these things fit just a day ago! This is embarrassing!”
“Yeah. For you. Not for me, though. I could watch you struggle with your shorts all day, girl.”
Applebloom let out a frustrated little whine, and finally managed to push the jeans fabric past her fat, wobbling shelf of an ass. “Hah! Finally!” She lifted her shorts into the air like a trophy, and then hurled them onto the floor. Her pink, adorable panties followed.
And there she stood.
A young, pretty earth pony with enough ass for two mares her age, entirely naked in the middle of the gym, as if she’d entirely forgotten that a stiff-dicked predator was looming behind her, and just waiting for the right time to strike.
Well, that was one way to look at it, but in reality, Applebloom had known what she was going to get herself into here, and every little inch of her body thirsted for dick. Heat season was one hell of a bitch, and hey, with all the rumors going around that Gilda could fuck like twenty stallions at once, who’d be better at quenching that fire than her?
Applebloom grinned over her shoulder towards Gilda, and smacked her own ass, doing her best not to look too bashful while doing it.
“Enjoying the sight, birdie?” She flicked her tail.
“Don’t call me that, dweeb. Now bend over.”
The earth pony got into position, bent over the nearest exercise bench, and wiggled her ass. It was fatter than that of any of her friends.
Gilda stepped closer, slammed a claw onto each of Applebloom’s cheeks and gave them a good, horny squeeze. “Fuck yeah.”
And then her monstrous, beastly cock was already twitching against Applebloom’s ass, hotdogged between the girl’s doughy cheeks. Gilda was grinding it against her ass, one hand wrapped around the earth pony’s proudly raised tail.
Applebloom could feel its tip dangerously close to her pucker, still pumping out a few slimy drips of semen. It hadn’t stopped leaking since Scootaloo had sucked her off. She looked back over her shoulder, and wiggled her ass against Gilda’s cock.
“C’mon Gilda, whatcha waiting for? I’m like, ready. Just don’t forget to be gentle.”
A moment of silence passed, and then Gilda hit her with a question so terrifying the entire earth pony tensed up, and nearly started kicking and scrambling.
“Yo Applebloom, you ever heard of anal?”
Applebloom squeaked. “W-wha...Nonono, I poop from there! D-Don’t even think ‘bout it!” She clenched her legs together, but that wouldn’t help her much against Gilda’s superior strength.
Gilda just chortled.
“Relax. I’m just pulling your leg. That’s for calling me a ‘birdie’, girl. Bullying you a little.” She grinned, and realigned her cock with the farmpony’s cunt. “But fuck, if your ass doesn’t look like it’s fucking made to be hammered by my cock.”
Applebloom felt the very tip of Gilda’s cock against her folds. It was still slick with pre, and jizz.
Gilda spoke. “Now. Do it at your pace.”
The earth pony hesitated for a second, and then gently worked her way backwards onto Gilda’s cock, allowing its tip to push into her. It felt odd. Warm. Thick. Good.
Gilda’s flare pressed against the barely perceptible barrier of her hymen. This was it. She’d never thought this was how she’d lose her virginity, but this was not the right time to think about Granny Smith walking into the room, telling her that she was a disgrace for the apple family for not saving herself until marriage.
Applebloom bit her lip, clenched her eyes and pushed her fat ass onto Gilda’s cock.
To her surprise, it didn’t hurt at all. It felt good. Like a long-lasting itch finally being scratched. Fuck, did it feel good.
She started off slow and steady, and worked herself into it, letting out cute, barely suppressed squeaks whenever the gryphon’s dick penetrated a little bit deeper, or pressed against just the right spots, filling her body with that fuzzy, tingly warmth. Shortly after, she’d made it all the way to Gilda’s knot, and her body just ached to push herself even lower.
Gilda’s cock twitched inside of her. “Havin’ fun, huh?”
All Applebloom could muster in response was a muttered “F-fuuuck.”
Gilda responded by giving her exactly what she wanted. Applebloom blurted out a squeak as Gilda began to thrust, and effortlessly took control of the pacing. Holding back had been fucking brutal. She’d given the girl gentle, now it was time to fuck her hard enough to make her squeal, and stretch her out around her cock until she was fucking hooked to it.
Her hand came smacking down on Applebloom’s ass, and the filly didn’t even have it in her to complain. All she could think about was Gilda. The sheer strength she felt whenever Gilda’s fingers dug into her cheeks, the sheer size of that dick, and how she’d effortlessly claimed her virginity for herself.
The remaining CMCs stared in awe as Applebloom lost control, and struggled to keep up with the gryphon’s speed. That knot pushed into her bit by bit, stretching her open, until–finally–the entire thing popped into her quivering pussy, and Applebloom’s ass plapped against Gilda’s groin.
Gilda just grinned. “Good girl. Flexible. Not fucking bad for a first time.”
This time, Applebloom managed to pant a response, mumbling something barely coherent about losing her virginity to a gryphon.
It didn’t take long for Applebloom to hit her peak. She panted, moaned, and struggled to remain standing as Gilda’s ass-quaking thrusts hammered her right across the edge.
Her body still trembling, Gilda’s massive beast of a cock still buried inside of her depths, a sudden pointy, intrusive thought popped up inside of her head. The work-out machine she was holding onto shook as Applebloom clung to it, and caught a few deep, deep breaths.
“G-Gilda...Uhm...What if...what if you’re going to get me pregnant?”
This was enough to catch the gryphon off-guard. Gilda slowed down, her cock twitching deep inside of the earth pony’s sensitive depths.
“W...what the fuck is that supposed to mean, girl. You’re a fucking pony, I’m a gryphon.” Her grunted response sounded nothing sort of frustrated.
“Yeah, but...” Applebloom struggled to find the right words as Gilda hammered into her with slower, stronger thrusts, sending the exercise machine moving by a fraction of an inch every time. “You said that it’s like, a magic dick right? So what if...”
Gilda panted. One claw dug into Applebloom’s ass in annoyance as thoughts of how fucking stupid that idea was raced through her head. Her cock didn’t exactly care, though. No, deep down the idea was fucking hot, and every rock-hard inch of her dick knew it.
Her cock throbbed, as images of gravid, deeply pregnant mares flashed in front of her mind’s eye. Fuck. Fuck. It was ridiculous. Absurd. Nothing of the sort was going to happen, she knew it, but the knowledge of just how many mares would be carrying her foals at this point was still enough to push her to her peak.
As her knot pulsed and thickened deep, deep inside of Applebloom’s cunt, Gilda just grunted, panted, and shouted something like “Fuck no. No chance in hell. Not going to fucking happen, you’re not going to be fucking pregnant, you better get that dumb idea right out of your fucking head...”.
A massive rope of stupidly potent, sperm-packed cum shot from Gilda’s flare, deep into Applebloom’s womb.
Sweet Celestia it felt so fucking good. Maybe she wanted that fat-assed earth pony slut to be fucking pregnant with her kids. Maybe. Not like that was ever going to happen. Dash would be fucking mad, too.
The last seconds of their mating process were hard, rough, and animalistic. Gilda was panting, and grunting, her claws painfully digging into Applebloom’s ass while pumping out rope after rope of cum. Her monstrous knot had thickened, keeping the earth pony outright stuck on her cock until Gilda was finally done, stepped back, and her softening dick pulled from Applebloom’s creampied cunt. An avalanche of cum followed, splattering to the floor.
“As I was saying. No chance in fucking hell. Don’t worry ‘bout it. You’ll be fine.”
Applebloom grinned. “Oh, you know...Granny always believed that mares like me should have kids early. You always need more hands on the farm, you know?”
Gilda’s dick twitched. “Ugh. Look. It’s hot. The thought of fucking breeding you dumb slut is hot. But that’s all it is. A dumb little thought. A joke. Nothing else.”
The earth pony grinned, and turned herself around, still wobbly on the legs. “Hah, yeaaaah. But y’know...if I’m not pregnant yet, that just means we gotta try again, and again, until it works.”
Gilda’s dick twitched, again. Those words worked wonders on her libido.
Scootaloo, on the other hand, was not happy with that suggestion. “Hey! It’s my turn! Or Sweetie’s! I swear Applebloom, if you hog Gilda’s dong all for yourself...! Hey Gilda! See this! My ass isn’t quite as chubby as hers, but it’s just as fuckable! C’moooon, I want it, just gimme that big, fat—” She was practically jumping in place and wiggling her ass.
Gilda grabbed her by the arm, which slowed her and just enough for Gilda to get a word in. “Shut up...I decide who I fuck, you’re not exactly improving your chances by begging me to bang you crosseyed, you know that?”
“S-Sorry.”
“Good girl.” Gilda gave Scoot’s ass a little thwack, and grinned. “Nothin’ personal. You just really don’t need to be so insistent ‘bout it. The fact that there’s a girl strutting topless is more than enough to make me want to breed—I mean fuck—you. Besides, I really need to see the look on Dash’s face when I tell her that I banged her little favorite.”
The door chime rang. Rarity set one hoof into the gym, and immediately went stiff as a board as she heard the first moan, and the scent of sex wafted through the door. Her muzzle scrunched up like it wanted to recede into her face.
The cacophony of sounds—moaning, panting, hooves weakly kicking against the floor in search of stability, meat smacking against meat—was difficult to ignore, especially when coupled with the heady scent of sweat, musk, and semen that hung in the air.
For a brief fraction of a second she thought of slamming the door and going literally anywhere else crossed her mind, but this time her gut had already made the decision. She stepped into the gym, being careful to be silent as possible, and carefully(!) shut the door behind her. The pornographic soundscape continued. Whatever was happening exactly, it did not seem like anyone had heard her or the ringing of the door chime.
In any other situation she would’ve complained about the gym’s (clearly lacking!) ventilation system, or about being unable to do her yoga session and cardio under these circumstances, but really, right now she was just curious.
She lowered herself and crept forwards with all the sneakiness she could muster, the counter hiding her from view. She felt guilty just being here and listening to this, despite knowing fully well that it wasn’t her fault that someone was misusing the local gym to have some sort of orgy.
Sadly, it was difficult to get a good view with the counter in the way, and from this angle.
Glancing ahead, she saw the changing rooms, which would give her a near-perfect (if one-sided) view onto the scene, while keeping her relatively well hidden...At least as long as no one went there. She took a deep breath, waited until the sounds of smacking picked up again, and then dashed ahead, and maneuvered her yoga-pants-clad ass straight into the changing room. To her relief, it was empty.
Rarity pressed herself against the wall on the other side of the door and waited for a few moments, hoping that no one had seen her, and then peeked around the corner.
She took in the scene: The abundant puddles of semen on the floor, the idle strands of cum dangling from a few exercise machines, the cum-stained shirt that someone had thrown across the room...Why was tere so much cum? Frankly, it was just far, far more semen than seemed even remotely acceptible by her standards! Goodness, just how many stallions had been involved here? It was like no one here had ever even heard of condoms!
Her eyes settled on Gilda’s rippling back muscles, and ground to a halt. The towering gryphon stood in the middle of the frame, her back turned to Rarity, with an orange set of legs wrapped around her waist, holding on as Gilda jackhammered their owner into oblivion. The eager, squeaky moans made it more than obvious that some lucky mare was getting the fuck of her lifetime.
Rarity swallowed.
Goodness.
She couldn’t see much beyond Gilda’s pendulous, swaying testicles and her flexing muscles, but the girl on the receiving end of the gryphon’s cock was evidently having a great time. It wasn’t like she didn’t remember Gilda, but but the fact that the gryphoness apparently fucked like an animal was news to her.
Her hand crept downwards, with or against her will, and slid right between her legs towards her marehood, gently pressing against the warm folds, and...
And then, before she had any chance to get into it, it was already over.
Apparently she’d stumbled in just at the height of Gilda’s climax. The gryphoness was grunting, and the bench beneath her partner shook as if it was about to collapse. After a few more thrusts, Gilda finally slowed down and stepped away and Rarity got a view of exactly whom she had been fucking all this time.
Scootaloo had collapsed onto a bench on the other side of the room, the wall behind her the only thing that prevented her from falling over. She was naked. Her chest heaved like crazy, and she was panting, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and across her chin. Her legs were spread, and wads of jizz bubbled from her used pussy. Her hald-lidded eyes looked almost blank, as if she wasn’t even really here, and still floating up somewhere in the sky, her brain all bubbly and fuzzy due to the overload of sheer pleasure.
As Gilda turned, her massive beast of a cock pulsated, and what looked like a full shot glass worth of slimy, gunky cum bubbled and splurtched from her flare, then splattered across the floor. A second spurt followed, then a third, and it just didn’t stop. Even from this distance Rarity could see just how massive the gryphon bitch’s swollen nuts were.
Rarity’s mouth went dry as she stared at Gilda’s fat cock.
It was only when a set of dainty fingers wrapped itself around Gilda’s shaft, and gave it a few loving strokes, that Rarity realized that another mare had stepped onto the scene, and that this was far from over.
Wait a second...
Sweetie Belle!
Rarity clasped a hand over her mouth, and just barely managed to catch the gasp inside of her throat.
She felt the twitch in her legs, the urge to run up there and grab Sweetie by the ear, and drag her right out of the gym while telling her in just how much trouble she was for...for...Frankly, Rarity wasn’t even sure why she’d been annoyed to see Sweetie here. Sweetie Belle wasn’t exactly a little filly anymore, it’s not like she needed Rarity to watch out for her.
Still, something about Sweetie throwing herself at what could only be described as the fattest cock Rarity had ever seen bothered her, and it certainly wasn’t that she was jealous of her! No, there was clearly another reason.
Rarity took a deep, deep breath, watching her little sister grind up against Gilda’s muscles and making lovey-dovey eyes at her, and gently stroking, holding, squeezing her cock. The seamstress nearly let out a frustrated little whine. That she’d even think about worshipping Gilda’s cock was bad enough, considering the impression that gryphon bitch had left the first time she’d been in Ponyville.
It just wasn’t fair that she was hidding here and watching while the others got to have all the fun.
But jumping in and spoiling their fun wasn’t exactly a good option either, and so Rarity just waited and watched as Gilda grinned, and grabbed one of the filly’s immense tits. Her fingers dug deep into Sweetie’s titmeat, and were practically swallowed by it as she kneaded her breast like a toy. Rarity almost flinched at the sight, but Sweetie took it like a champ.
“Fuck me?” Sweetie Belle was gazing up at Gilda as if tiny little hearts were floating inside of her eyes.
“Mhm.”
Gilda lied down on a stretcher, folded her arms behind her head in perfect ‘cool, lazy fucking bitch’ pose, and Sweetie Belle climbed onto her, and straddled her legs, stopping a mere inch in front of the shebull’s immense cock. Rarity got a perfect view: Sweetie Belle from the side, still lovingly stroking the gryphon stud’s immense cock.
The thing reached far enough up her belly that it’d be scary, if it weren’t for the fact that one of Sweetie Belle’s friends had taken that beast mere minutes ago.
“Want me to ride you, stud?” Sweetie Belle traced a finger across Gilda’s chest.
Gilda snorted. “Fucking duh. You could barely keep up with the others. You need the cardio.” She grinned. “Besides. I’m feeling pretty lazy at this point.”
“You know...That’s kinda hot.”
“What? Cardio?” Gilda blinked.
“No, not that. The fact that you can just lie there and let me do all of the work, because...” Sweetie hesitated for a second, squeezing the gryphon’s shaft. “...because you know that I’m so thirsty for your dick that you don’t even need to do anything. You could tell me to suck you off, and I’d do it. I’d swallow, too. And then I’d suck you off again until you finally decide to claim my pussy.”
“Uh...I guess?” The cogs inside of Gilda’s head turned. She’d never even thought about it from that angle.
Sweetie lifted her ass, and Gilda’s drooling, warm flare left a slimy streak of cum in her fur until it finally reached the unicorn’s puffy pink vulva. Her breasts sagged, heaved in front of Gilda’s face. Her nipples were pink, puffy, and firm.
“I think that that’s hot. Like, you know...the fact that I’m just so hooked to you that you can just lean back while I throw myself at your dick...”
Gilda’s dick twitched in return.
“And like, wanna know what’s even hotter? I don’t even care that it’s you who’s taking my virginity. I’m just way, way too fucking horny to care right now.”
She reached back to prod Gilda’s flare against the opening of the vulva, and bit her lip as she gently, very gently eased it in.
With the way Gilda’s cock twitched in return, there was no doubt that Sweetie’s teasing had the intended effect.
“Ugh. Fuck. I fucking doubt I’m your first based on how you talk, tits. I’ve seen mares twice your age who’re more bashful about sex.”
Sweetie Belle was lowering herself in one steady motion, her puffy pussy already so slick that the first few inches of Gilda’s cock entered her with relative ease. She whimpered as it filled and stretched her, her hands grasping for something to hold onto on Gilda’s chiseled body without running into the risk of tearing out feathers.
Not too far away, Rarity felt her heart pound deep inside of her chest. She’d barely even noticed that she was pleasuring herself again, smooth fingers right between her legs, thinking about what it’d be like to be in Sweetie’s position...
An adorable squeak pierced the air as Sweetie allowed her weight to pull her down further, and Gilda’s cock pushed deep into her, and stretched her out, just like it had gaped her best friends, and turned them into the gryphon’s docile cocksleeves.
Sweetie took a deep breath before continuing, the goofiest, widest smile on her face. She didn’t even know why she felt so giddy. So fluffy inside of her head, and so warm. But it felt good. This was finally scratching her heat, and she was going to enjoy every little moment of it.
Soon enough her hips were smacking against Gilda’s thighs whenever she descended, trying to milk the gryphon’s fat cock for all it had. Her breasts bounced, and smacked against her chest, and her vision became an unfocussed, fuzzy blur as the rhythmic, animalistic pounding took over all of her instincts.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
She was slowing down, and panting like a dog. Her tongue was hanging from her mouth as she sucked in air with fast, pained breaths, even as trickles of sweat dribbled into her cleavage, and her chest began to burn with an overexertion that was just barely balanced out by the pleasure of Gilda’s knock grinding against the opening of her pussy.
Smack. Smack. Smack...
Sweetie had no idea how much more energy she had inside of her.
All she felt was the warm, fuzzy tingling fire inside of her pussy, which lit up every single time Gilda’s cock stretched her out, and the growing exhaustion.
“Y-You know...” She mumbled between breaths. “I think I don’t even care if...you knock me up.”
Gilda’s cock throbbed at her words. The gryphon grunted, panted, and then grabbed Sweetie Belle by the shoulders, and started hammering into her. The position made it hard to thrust properly, considering a significant chunk of Sweetie’s weight was pressing down upon her crotch, but that didn’t stop her from trying.
“You g-got that, right?” Her voice was choppy. “Breed me. Knock me up. T-turn me into your cock-addled b-broodmare or something like that...”
Just after Gilda somehow managed to force her knot past puffy opening of Sweetie’s vulva, her flare thickened up in preparation to breed, breed and breed. A rope of cum burst into her, a second one followed one moment later. Any attempts at laid-backness were lost in the avalanche of her orgasm. She merely yanked Sweetie even closer, and continued to thrust into her with rapid, animalistic movements, growling like a feral animal all the way through.
By the time Gilda released her, Sweetie was still catching her breath. Her chest heaving, she just cooed, and panted, and then finally mumbled something like: “You know...your claws kind of sting.”
As Gilda loosened her grip, Sweetie mumbled a thank you, and pulled herself even closer against her partner’s chest. It almost looked like they were hugging, even with Gilda’s cock deep, deep inside of her. It softened, slowly but surely.
The seamstress who’d been watching them slowly rose to her hooves. Her fingers were soaked. Her legs felt wobbly and weak, like she could barely walk. Her heart was still pounding.
Some part of her frontal lobe finally chimed in and reminded her that there was a very, very good chance they were going to walk to the changing rooms after this. Same with Scootaloo, really. She had no idea just how long that ah, ‘sex-induced nap’ was going to last. And she still didn’t know where Applebloom was, though (with the other two around) there was a real risk she’d show up at any moment.
Either way, it would be a very, very bad idea to stay, unless she wanted them to catch her, which...Frankly, the thought of Gilda ‘catching’ her peeping on her was probably going to fuel some of her fantasies, but that was besides the point. She needed some fresh air.
Taking one last look at them, Rarity sneaked back towards the door, opened it very slowly and carefully...and got utterly blindsided by the doorbell chime. She yanked at the handle, tore the door open, and rushed outside.
Not too long after, Gilda stepped out of the shower, and returned to the gym area.
She was even back to wearing her shorts which, as expected, did next to nothing when it came to ensuring public decency. As was already well-established: Gilda didn’t exactly give a fuck.
“So, another round...?”
She was greeted with the sight of the CMCs, three pretty mares in various degrees of wobbly-leggedness. Scootaloo already knew the answer to her question, honestly. Her voice had sounded more pleading than optimistic.
Gilda snorted. “No chance. I got better things to do, y’know that, right?”
The three of them pouted in unison.
“Awww. C’moooon, how can you really be sure that I’m ~pregnant~ unless we fucked again?” She put a whole lot of emphasis on that word, as if merely mentioning it would be the magic key into Gilda’s pants.
The gryphon rolled her eyes. “You’re not pregnant. I’m a gryphon. You’re a fucking pony. How the fuck would that even work?” She stared at them, and then followed up with “And don’t try to convince me that it might. I don’t wanna hear it.” as Scootaloo was about to raise her voice.
“Awww. Fiiiiiine.”
Gilda eyed up the gym. The place was a mess. She really didn’t need to step into stray puddles of cum the next time she planned to lift some iron.
“Scoots, Apple, Cow, listen up.”
“Do you really plan to keep calling me that?” There was a faint hint of a blush on Sweetie’s cheeks. She was pouting, but not exactly complaining.
“Call you what? A busty cow?”
“Yeah, I do. Whatcha gonna do about it?”
“...Nothing, probably.”
Gilda grinned. “Exactly. Anyway. We’ll make a deal. You are going to clean the fuck up in here. All of you. Together. I will fuck off, and when I’m back the floor better be sparkly clean.”
They groaned and slumped. Applebloom huffed. “And what do we get out of that? What sort of deal is that! C’mon, you can’t just push us around like that. Okay, maybe you can, but it wouldn’t be nice.”
Gilda just shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe slightly better odds of me fucking you in the future, that sounds like a pretty good deal to me.”
Neither facts, nor logic would be enough to withstand Gilda’s airtight reasoning. They begrudgingly got to work, but that didn’t keep them from huffing and complaining. Mopping up puddles of semen wasn’t particularly engaging. At least most of their clothes had survived the orgy, sort of, they just needed to be washed. But that was better than leaving the gym naked, or having to acquire a new pair of pants somehow. It wasn’t like they’d brought spares.
“So, where will you be?” one of them inquired.
“Dunno. Busy. With...stuff. It doesn’t matter. You’ll see me around.”
And with these words, Gilda stepped out of the door.
Towards new achievements, or something, maybe to bang Twilight, or half of Ponyville, or even Princess Celestia, or maybe just to grab a fucking snack.
