Gilda Gone Wild

by The Story Man

Rating: mature
Tags: Gilda, Slice of Life, Sex, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 5103

Gilda has been a thorn in your side for a long time now. Maybe it's about time you show her how you REALLY feel...

It all started on one very bad day a few months back.

Gilda walked into you, and she said you walked into her. One shove led to another and eventually the two of you were fighting in the courtyard. A few blows were traded, but the fight got cut short when Principal Celestia pulled the two of you apart.

That was just the first of many fights. She goes everywhere you go, always goading you or bragging about her superiority in something. Of course, you were both on the same level, but neither of you would acknowledge it.

Published 2014-12-12 02:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-12 02:50:06 UTC

Birds of a Feather

You sit outside of principal Celestia’s office with a deep glare on your face. This isn’t the first time you’ve been here, but it still makes you angry none the less.

The main reason for your aggression was the girl currently yelling at the principal in her office. She also happens to be the reason you’re here.

Gilda, the epitome of everything you despise about people. She’s arrogant, mean, rude, and throws her body around too much. Worst of all, she has a grudge against you.

She’s hated you for some time now. The first real instance of a scuffle was from the start of this year when the two of you got into a fight.

The fight was over something small that, admittedly, got blown out of proportion. Ever since then, you two have been at each other’s throats.

Wherever you try out, she tries out, wherever you go, she goes. You thought she might be stalking you, if not for the clearly shared hatred.

You hear Gilda finish her tirade against Celestia and slam back into her chair. You hope to hear the sound of her ass breaking the chair to brighten your day. The chair, however, sadly refuses to give you the small pleasure.

Celestia says something with a normal volume, so you can’t make it out. Gilda says nothing for a while, but you can imagine whatever it is hasn’t made her happy.

Her footsteps are audible as she stomps out of the room and forces the door open. Sitting across the hall, you’re the first thing she sees. Both of you glare out each other while she growls before shouting again.

“This is all HIS fault!” she shouts, pointing at you.

“MY fault?! You threw the first punch!” you retort, standing out of your chair.

“Only because you were getting on my nerves and calling me names!” she says, moving closer.

“Well you were the one who--!” you start to say before Celestia steps in front of both of you.

“Enough! Both of you are in trouble here so stop squabbling like some toddlers,” she says in an authoritative voice.

You and Gilda go quiet, but continue to stare at each other. You know deep down that it’s her fault for all the trouble you’ve had recently.

Sure you have no physical proof, but she gloats over all of your “mistakes” so much it has to be the case.

“What is it with you two? You’re both exceptional, young athletes, so why fight?” she asks in a disappointed tone.

Neither of you respond. In the many times before now, you and Gilda have realized that no answer the two of you can give her will make her see why you fight.

The reasons might be petty, but the passion is there.

“Fine then. Both of you, go back to class. And don’t get into another fight, do you hear me? Track tryouts are tonight and I know both of you have been looking forward to it,” she says as the two of you leave.

Despite the long distance back to your classes, which unfortunately are right next to each other, neither of you speak. The hate is still there, but it splits you two apart with an invisible wall.

Getting back into class, you relax your glare and sigh. The truth is that Celestia is correct about you and the track tryouts. You’ve been looking forward to them for some time now.

The idea of Gilda being there as well sits uneasy with you. You know that you’ll get a spot on the team, as it’s not like the school has many athletes. But Gilda getting a spot means she’ll be with you at every meet, constantly throwing you off.

Even though it makes you sick to your stomach, you have to admit she'd likely get a spot on the team. What she lacks in femininity, charm and wits she makes up for with a good body and form.

Finishing listening to the teacher, you manage to finish your work in a slightly sloppy manner. You decide to work on it later at home after you tryout.

The rest of the day passes by without incident, which you chalk up to the fact you don’t run into Gilda again as you do. Eventually class ends and you gather all your stuff to bring home and leave.

Tryouts aren’t for another two hours, but you planned on working a little in there first to warm up. All goes according to plan and you can avoid Gilda for another day.

As you enter the gym, you put your clothes into your locker and change into your workout gear. Stepping out into the empty room, you admire all of the setup equipment.

Just as you start towards one of the weight racks, you hear a door slam behind you.

Turning around, you come face to face with Gilda exiting from the girls’ locker room. Both of you stare at each other in silence as you both grow large scowls.

“What are you doing here?” she says venomously as she starts towards you.

“I was going to get ready and get here early so I could leave before you showed up,” you angrily reply, staying your ground as she approaches.

“I was going to say the same thing. Figured you’d slack off and show up late,” she says with a sneer.

“Like hell I would. I assumed you’d be too busy fighting strangers to actually show up,” you reply, narrowing your eyes.

Both of you stand as tall as you can and try to puff out your chest before Gilda scoffs and brushes past you. She heads to the weights and you follow her.

Both of you stretch and get ready, but refuse to look at each other. Despite this, you brave the occasional glance back at her and you can feel her eyes sneaking looks at you as well.

Both of you size each other up in secrecy for a few more minutes before you decide, coincidentally at the same time, to start curling.

Just as you go to pick up your usual set, you see her doing the exact same with a matching pair. Both of you glance at the other’s weights before going for one higher.

Hefting the heavier weights, you bring them back to a bench and start with regular curls in silence. Occasionally, you glance at Gilda doing the same thing.

After a few minutes of curls, you start to grind your teeth in frustration and effort. Every second Gilda stays in the same place makes you angrier.

The different weight wears you down faster than you expect and you put them back on the rack. Looking back, you see Gilda strain to get one more lift in before putting it back on the rack. She grins at you victoriously.

“Guess you got lower endurance, huh?” she gloats.

“Oh can it, I saw your arms shaking. Don’t snap those bird tendons trying to lift actual weights,” you retaliate as you leave the area.

You stretch out your arms as you move towards the the outer rim of the gym. You bend onto a knee and glance around. The track is a decent size so you figure a few laps might do you some good.

Just as you lean down, Gilda gets into position beside you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you angrily ask her.

“What’s the matter, scared I’ll beat you again?” she asks with a laugh.

“Yeah right, I’m just trying to train. Your showboating is just going to get you into trouble,” you say, looking away from her.

“Nice excuse there, slowpoke. Why don’t you just watch me go? Maybe you’ll learn something,” she says while cracking her knuckles.

“You know what? Fine. Let’s race since you want to lose so bad,” you say, standing back up and facing her.

“Watch out, you might hurt yourself. Sure you don’t want to just keep “training” while I lap you?” Gilda replies with a sneer.

“Three laps. First across the line wins. Start on the count of three,” you say with cold determination.

Gilda loses her smile as you both get into position. You take a deep breath and focus on the floor in front of you.

“One... two... three!” you shout.

Both of you leap into a sprint and fly across the floor. Your legs bound across the smooth floor, filling the room with the sound of squeaking shoes. Each step sends you forward faster as you gain speed.

Before you know it, you’ve passed the first lap with Gilda behind you. She takes notice and forces herself ahead of you. She maintains the lead for a whole lap before you can break it again.

For the third lap, both of you pass it neck and neck before stumbling to a stop and hunching over to catch your breath. You lean on your knees for balance while gilda falls onto the floor. Both of you pant for a minute or so before speaking.

“I... won,” Gilda says, leaning forward into her lap.

“No you... didn’t. It was... a tie,” you sigh as you manage to get your breath back.

“Bullshit, I was leading after the first lap,” Gilda says, finally standing up.

“For the second lap maybe, but I closed the gap. You don’t need to win everything idiot, it’s just freaking practice,” you reply walking towards her.

“Yeah, if you’re a loser. Just admit you lost already,” she says, poking a finger into your chest.

“Like hell I will! Just stay on the other side of the gym if you’re gonna practice and leave me out of your inferiority complex,” you say, slapping her hand away.

“Excuse me? Why don’t you get over yourself and stop assuming I’m the one that’s messed up when your head’s a fucking puzzle box,” she replies, pointing at your head.

“And what do you mean by that?” you say, getting in her face.

“I mean you’ve got a problem with me, so stop blaming it on me and own up to your shitty personality,” she says, moving even closer.

Both of you hold each other in a staring contest that stretches on forever. Eventually, the sound of the gym door opening breaks the silence.

“H-hello? I was wondering if I could practice in--” a girl with long pink hair asks, peeping through a crack in the door.

“Get out!” you both shout in unison.

The girl squeaks before quickly dashing away and slamming the door shut. After she leaves, you look back at Gilda before shaking your head and walking away.

“I’m done with this,” you say, moving to the door.

“Yeah, just walk away,” Gilda calls after you. “... You wuss,” she says after a brief pause.

You pause in your footsteps. Turning around slowly, you watch her fold her arms into a boasting pose.

“What did you just call me?” you say, taking a step forward.

“I called you a wuss. Though, a dweeb or wimp also works,” she says, reveling in her insults.

“I was trying to be considerate and leave, but you just have to stir up trouble, huh?” you ask, moving towards her.

“You’re the one who keeps messing with me, asshole,” Gilda says lowering her arms to her side.

You get in her face again, this time with a glare clear on your face. Gilda’s grin fades into a cold stare of hatred. For a moment, nothing else in the entire room gets your focus beside Gilda’s face.

It’s not clear who made the first swing, since both of you do it so close to the same time. Your fist landed under her right rib, while her’s hits you dead on the hip. Both of you pull back from the blows unheeded and continue to wail on each other.

A few punches later and both of you start using kicks as well until you both eventually collapse onto the floor in a wrestling heap. You toss around on the floor bashing each other with your aggressions unchecked for the first time.

Every fight before this always gets stopped by teachers or teammates. This room is empty however and would be for at least an hour. Aware of your solitude, both of you let go furiously onto each other.

You start to breathe heavily as she repeatedly hits you in your side. She does the same as you continue hitting her stomach.

After a few more hits, both of you collapse away from each other. You both pant as you try to get up before the other. When the two of you do recover, you only manage to glare at each other while sitting up.

The occasional wince from either of you hints at your weakened states.

“Why do you always have to start fights?” you ask, pushing forward to stand up.

“Because you’re always pissing me off. How about you tell me why you got such a problem with me?” she says, following your lead.

“Because you’re always getting on my nerves, why are you always trying to do what I’m doing?” you ask pointing an accusatory finger at her.

“Me trying to do what you’re doing? Yeah right, you’re the one following me,” she says, pointing a finger at you in return.

“God, it’s always gotta be a fight with you. Why do you have to be so thick?” you growl, moving closer to her.

“Why do you have to be such an asshole?” she barks back, moving to your face again.

Both of you go quiet, but don’t throw any punches. You stare idly into each other’s eyes as the anger mounts inside of you.

“Bitch,” you say coldly.

“Meathead,” she replies in an equal tone.

Both of you hold your stare for a few minutes longer before something snaps in the both of you. Your hands fly to each other’s heads, but instead of hitting, they grab. Both of you pull each other into a kiss.

The kiss is deep and neither of you pull away for sometime. After a few seconds though, Gilda yanks her head away.

“W-what the hell are you doing?!” she demands, blushing as she wipes her lips off.

“Hey you started it!” you return as you do the same.

“Bullshit, like I would kiss someone like you!” she says, getting in your face again.

“Like I would even want to kiss YOU!” you retort, your mind drawing a blank on something witty.

Before you know it, you two are kissing again, this time actually slowly lowering onto the mat you’re standing on. Gilda’s hands rub aggressively over your back as you do the same with hers. She slides her hands under your shirt while you work your fingers under the elastic of her sports bra.

Both of you pull away from the kiss to remove your top layer of clothing.

After you pull your shirt off, you toss it to the side and look back to Gilda as she finishes pulling the bra over her head. Her breasts are large, even for her height, being around a D cup.

“Wait, why are we doing this?” you stop to ask, staring at her chest.

Gilda’s hand goes to your chin and lifts it up so you’re looking her right in the eyes.

“Shut up and get back to kissing,” she says as she closes her eyes.

You naturally follow her suggestion and let the question slip out of your mind. Pulling her body close to yours as you kiss, you can feel her breasts squish against you. The feeling makes you unconsciously start to grind your hips.

Pushing forward so her back is on the ground, you put your hands on her hips. Her legs flex at your touch and you give them a good squeeze.

You have to admit, despite her large chest, her ass is her best feature. It’s toned, but not so much that it loses it’s softness when it isn’t flexed. Your hands make great note of this as they move from her thighs to it.

Moving down from her mouth, you start kissing her neck as you move down. Taking your hands off her rear for a moment, you start to take off your pants. As you slide them down to your knees, you move from her neck to her breasts.

Pulling down a bit, you bring your face between Gilda’s thighs. You push your hand down the pant leg of her shorts and rub where her clit is.

“Just take them off if you’re down there,” Gilda says impatiently.

“Hey, I’m trying to take my time,” you reply, pulling your hand out and gripping the sides of her shorts and panties at the same time.

“Oh, how very nice of you. Why don’t I just get a book to read while you finish warming up?” she suggests with a roll of her eyes.

You grumble under your breath as you lift her shorts up over her legs as she lifts them. Tossing them off to the side, you place a hand on her lips before spreading them with your thumb.

Looking back up, you see her looking at you with a mix of impatience and anxiety.

Deciding to get revenge for her snide remark, you slide two fingers into her pussy. She makes a small noise of pleasure as you do, but otherwise maintains her composure. Not letting up, you start rubbing her clit with your thumb.

“H-hey, what do you think you’re doing?” she says, a blush forming on her face.

“Well you thought I was going to slow. What, can’t keep up?” you ask with a grin.

“I will break your hand,” Gilda replies, struggling to keep her scowl.

With a gloating smirk on your face, you lower your head between her legs and start to flick her clit with your tongue. You take your thumb away and start spreading her pussy with it again, letting your finger get even deeper inside of her.

“F-fuck,” Gilda says with a small whine.

Suddenly, she closes her legs around your head. Her strong thighs muscles squeeze against your skull with incredible pressure. Your hand squishes against your cheek, making you adjust your arm to give it some space.

“Don’t stop now, asshole!” she barks at you.

Her legs relax slightly and you start in again from our new position. Your tongue moves side to side over her clit and down her labia slightly. Your finger slide in and out of her at the same speed, but drag down a little, making her vagina stretch more.

Each lick makes her legs flex, and each flex makes your head throb. Her legs start to sweat after a few minutes, making your face feel even warmer. After a few minutes, she gasps in pleasure.

Her hand goes to the back of your head and grabs a handful of your hair. She yanks it down between her legs before letting out a series of high pitched moans.

“Fuck... shit... ah!” she says in a moaning voice.

Gilda’s legs spread apart finally and start to shake for a moment. Her fingers squeeze tighter against you for a moment before relaxing as her arm goes limp to her side.

You remove your fingers from inside of her and lick at her pussy. Her juices are slightly bitter, but not as bad tasting as you might expect. Cleaning off the rest of her vagina, you pull up and wipe your mouth clean.

Gilda is looking up at you with a tired expression as she recovers her breath.

“Well, you certainly came pretty easy,” you say, placing a hand on her thigh with a light smack.

“Shut up, that’s a good thing for a girl,” she replies angrily.

“Didn’t say it wasn’t. Stop being so damn defensive all the time,” you say, losing your smile again.

“Defensive?! You’re the one who’s accusing me of shit!” she says, sitting up to get into your face again.

“Only because it’s true, you bitch!” you reply, your anger completely back now.

“Gah, you asshole!” she shouts before pulling you into a kiss.

She holds your head with one hand while her other goes down your back. Once it reaches your ass, she gives it a few strong squeezes. You flex your muscles against it out of reflex to the slight sting.

After a few more seconds of the deep make out, she pulls away again. Her eyes almost appear to be looking straight through you.

“Fuck me,” she says in a clear voice.

You begrudgingly grin at the directness of her voice. While Gilda isn’t the type of girl to float around a subject, you’re still caught by surprise with her forwardness. Not to say it hinders your libido, in fact, it even helps it a little.

Moving your hands south, you take your erection out from your underwear and place it on her slit. Though you’ve licked up most of the juices, your spit was already helping lube it up.

Grinding your length against her vagina makes her tense up again. Her hands go along your back and dig in once more. Each little move of your body makes small scratches in you.

“Ease up on the claws, will ya?” you ask, wincing slightly as they dig in with another thrust of your hips.

“Not until you stop with the damn teasing and just put it in already,” she replies in a sour tone.

Looking down at her, you figure she’s trying to frown. However, all her face really shows is a very cute pout that almost makes you laugh. Seeing Gilda not act or look directly aggressive for once gives you a strange feeling in your gut.

Rearing back, you line up the tip of your shaft with her vagina and slowly ease it in. Gilda lets out a small coo as it slides inside of her in a smooth pace.

The feeling as you go in drives you wild with lust. You almost forget how you two have been fighting. It takes all of your concentration to not start thrusting savagely into her.

“What’s the hold up?” Gilda asks in an exasperated voice.

“Trying to go easy on you, since you’re a lightweight and all,” you reply with a quick smirk.

“S-screw you. Go faster,” she demands.

“Fine then,” you say and quickly pull back, making her legs flex.

After pulling out, you thrust back in with more force than you intended. You send Gilda sliding up an inch or so on the mat. She hisses at the rub but doesn’t make any protest.

After the first thrust, you start a relentless pace of pounding against her. Though the thrusts themselves are weaker, the speed more than makes up for it. Each slap of your hips against her thighs makes them shake from the pressure.

Your fingers dig into her body for a moment, before a slight pain in them makes you relax your grip. You take one hand off and move it to her chest where you grab one of her breasts.

At first, you just grope it, but soon you’re squeezing it in time with your thrusts. Each time you go back inside her, you squeeze against her chest. After a few minutes of this, you move over to her other breast.

Looking down as you start to feel the strain from your movements get to you, you see Gilda grabbing her chest as well. Her other hand soon appears near her slit, rubbing her clit in a rapid fashion.

She doesn’t even try to hide her moans now, tossing her head back in a sporadic rhythm. Her moans mix with the sound of your body smacking against her.

A few minutes more and your muscles start to weaken from the relentless movements. You slow down, prompting Gilda to lift her head again, an almost feral look in her eyes.

“Why are you slowing down?” she demands.

“I can’t hold out much more,” you reply, gritting your teeth as the strain catches up to you.

Gilda doesn’t say anything for a second before she leaps up and pushes you onto your back. You hit the mat with a small smack and try to sit up again before Gilda presses you down with her body.

“If you’re tired, then I’ll take over,” she says, both hands on your shoulder.

It shocks you to note there’s no malice or snideness in her voice when she says that. Never did you think Gilda would offer you help, let alone without any remark or question of your ability.

She spreads her legs onto either side of your body but stays over your chest. Pressing her breasts down onto your chest, she starts to bounce her hips up and down your length at a shockingly fast speed.

Despite the strain on them, your toes flex and your arms wrap around Gilda’s torso. She doesn’t move to stop, clearly too caught up in her own movements and pleasure.

Each bounce up and down your length makes Gilda’s breasts rub up and down your chest. You can feel the heat of her body as she start to strain herself as well after a few minutes.

After a while, she moves her head from glancing at your torso to your face and the two of you lock eyes. Her hips stop as they do and the two of you go quiet for a moment. In a flash, you’re kissing her and she’s bouncing on your erection again.

The actions don’t make sense in your head anymore, all you know is that it feels good.

Soon, you feel a pressure in your gut and realize you haven’t been wearing a condom this whole time. You lift a hand to take Gilda off of your face and catch your breath before telling her.

“Gilda, I’m close,” you manage to get out in a burst of breath.

“Right, here,” she says before pulling off to your side and pulling your arm.

Despite the weariness in your limbs, you manage to follow her and straddle her stomach. As you do, she presses her breasts together with one arm and grabs your shaft with the other.

“Finish on my chest and then I can just shower it off,” she says as she starts to stroke you off.

Her hand squeezes your erection with a strong, yet not painful grip and slides up and down at an incredible rate. Her juices act like a lube, speeding things up as the pressure continues to build in your gut.

Your eyes squeeze shut at first, but you slowly open them after a fer seconds. You look down and watch Gilda stroke your shaft with a determined look on her face. As you get close, your breath speeds up but you don’t look away from Gilda’s face.

While watching her expression, your hands mindlessly move to her chest. Her jerking motions made them shake slightly despite the arm holding them still. You grope her chest loosely, squeezing in a random pattern.

Eventually, the pressure builds to a peak and you move your hands away.

Leaning back slightly, you shoot the first volley of cum in an over shot that lands across Gilda’s face and in her grey and purple hair. The next one lands onto her chest, as do the shots that follow it.

Eventually, your member is left twitching over her breasts with a small strand of cum connecting you to her. Tired from all the activity, you fall onto your side with a thud.

“You got it in my hair,” Gilda states in a slight daze.

Looking over to her, you watch as she pinches a clump of your cum in her fingers and pulls it up. She watches with that same determined look as it slowly drips through her fingers.

She wipes her hand off on her stomach before letting it fall to her side.

You look back up at the ceiling as she does the same. Both of you stay silent aside from some recuperating breaths. Some time passes before you clear your throat to speak again.

“Well... that happened,” you comment blandly.

“Yep,” she returns with equal neutrality.

“So, what do we do now?” you ask, rolling onto your front before pushing yourself up.

“Take a shower. No way I’m putting that crap on with all this on me,” she says while sitting, jerking thumb to a wad of cum slowly falling down her chest.

“Yeah, no shit. I talking about the actually important things like what we are going to do in the long run,” you say, moving to a sitting position as well.

“Oh sure, let’s have a long, awkward discussion about feelings and crap,” she says in a sarcastic tone.

“Yeah, there’s no way I’d try to pull that. I was worried you were going to go sappy on me,” you say, folding your arms.

“Nope. Still, it’d be idiotic to keep fighting,” she says, looking over to the pile of clothes the both of you made.

“True, and we can’t exactly start dating suddenly, that’d be like straight up telling everyone we fucked in the gym,” you say, standing up.

“Well, how about we stay quiet for a little while and just say we made up or some crap. People usually believe dumb stuff like that,” she says, joining you as you pick up your shorts.

“Right. In the meantime though, we gotta just be friends,” you reply, tucking your clothes under your arm.

“We’ll still fuck though, right?” she asks, scratching the top of her faint abs.

“Absolutely. You going to the girl showers or you wanna go to the guys’?” you say, pointing over your left shoulder to the shower doors.

“Eh, I’ve always wondered what guys’ one looks like. Just try not stare at my ass too much,” she says, walking ahead of you.

“I was going to say the same thing to you,” you say, matching her speed.

Both of you go into the shower, planning on using up as much time as you can before anyone else might show up.

After the two of you go in and start to wash off, the door on the far side of the gym opens. A red faced girl with pink hair peeks in with wide eyes.

“Oh my...” she says to herself while staring at the gym mats. “L-let’s just pretend we didn’t hear that Angel,” she says to the small rabbit in her bag.