Deleted scenes from Blazing a Trail to the Past.

"I got that order for you," said the male griffin behind the counter, "I thought you were takin' the day off. I appreciate your work ethic but you look stressed out."

"It's all good, Vinny," Gilda assured the cook, "I'm not letting Gabby take this one."

"Alright," he said, "but you set up two days off. You better take one of them."

"Don't worry," Gilda assured him, "you're not gonna see my ass tomorrow."

"But what if I wanted to see your ass?" Vinny teased.

"I already told you I'm not interested," Gilda retorted a little harsher than intended.

"Geeze! I can take a hint," Vinny laughed. He knew Gilda wasn't really interested in guys. He just liked teasing her.

"I'm sorry, Vinny," Gilda blushed, "you know I don't mind your teasing. It's actually flattering. I just really am as stressed as I look."

"Well, you better get the Tartarus outa here then," Vinny chuckled, "this place'll kill ya."

"Thank's," Gilda said, "I'll see you later. Much later."

Gilda rushed out without waiting to hear another word.

She got to her hut and threw her saddlebags on to get ready for the long flight.

She really was stressed, but not about work. Vinny's jokes were the worst she had to deal with and she knew he was harmless. He was a respectable guy for a griffin.

She was stressed because she couldn't get Jerry off her mind. She kept going back to the conversation they had before. His unique perspective was a lot closer to that of a griffin than anypony she had ever met, but at the same time, he was a genuinely nice guy that probably didn't have spines on his dick.

Gilda hit herself in the forehead with a closed talon. She had to get her act together.

It isn't easy being a griffin that doesn't want to have kids. Condoms are out, and magic birth control is expensive.

Gilda had heard horror stories of griffins trying to take on a stallion to get around it. She wasn't interested in trying.

At least as a girl, she could occasionally get another girl to pull out a toy and take turns, and that was ok with her.

She really respected Vinny for his struggle.

Now she faced an unknown threat, literally. She was interested in this human that had come around.

She didn't waste any time trying to deny to herself that she liked Jerry, but she had no idea if a relationship with him would be safe.

His dick could be humungous, like a stallion, or spiked, like a griffin. He may not even have a dick, what if humans reproduce asexually. Then he wouldn't even be interested.

If he even liked her the same way.

As much as she tried to contain herself she couldn't help but imagine that he liked her too and that he had something she could handle. Something that's not too big, and perfectly smooth. She could feel a tremble in her nether region as the image formed in her mind and looked to see a small puddle forming on the floor.

She grabbed a towel from a shelf, glad she was home alone. She just had to find a way to see his cock, then she would know if he was the one. She also had to find out before a mare beat her to him.

She got to Jerry's place early so she could get it over with.

That's what she told herself anyway. It's not like she was hoping to surprise him or spend the evening together or anything.

She just wanted to deliver his food, then hide in the bushes outside his bathroom. Then she could go get hammered and forget the whole thing.

Knocking on the door of Jerry's cabin she got no answer. She tried the knob and it wasn't locked, but she immediately closed the door again. It smelled like Jerry in there.

It didn't stink, in fact, it smelled largely of body wash and weed, but that was his distinct odor.

Gilda felt that same feeling she had been getting since they met, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She checked herself again and she was dripping.

She really didn't want to explain a puddle by the front door.

She started looking in her bag but she didn't bring anything she could clean herself up with. She face-taloned at her lack of foresight.

She opened the door again hoping Jerry wouldn't mind if she used his bathroom, only to have his scent wash over her once again. She slammed it and ran around the corner of the cabin as if to hide in shame from the smell.

She tried to clear her head but the thoughts of Jerry flooded over her.

She wanted to just pin him down, rip his pants off, and see what he was hiding. It had to be smaller than a pony's. He was a big guy, but the way he stood on two feet wouldn't do well if he was too big. That didn't say anything about if he had spikes.

At this point, it didn't matter. If it was under a foot and a half she wanted it inside her. Spikes and all.

She felt her sopping wet pussy throb at the thought, she needed a release, but she didn't dare go inside the cabin. She was excited enough.

She crept behind a bush and took a good look around. The Apples were off in other fields. Nopony was around for miles.

She dug around in her bag and found her hatchet. It wasn't her first choice, but the smooth wooden handle would have to do.

She took the hatchet in both talons taking care to point the blade away and lowered it between her legs.

She started by rubbing the handle up and down her slit imagining it was Jerry pressing against her with his handle sized dick. It certainly got the handle all wet but soon it wasn't enough.

She positioned the handle so the end of it was pressed against her clit imagining Jerry was teasing her.

She moaned as the weight at the other end of the handle fought against her grip causing it to rub up and down in an almost violent fashion.

"Stop teasing," she muttered to her imaginary partner, "you know you want it too."

With that, she thrust the handle into herself a good six inches. She gasped as the offset balance of her makeshift dildo once again caused it to shake around.

"Fuck," she muttered, her breath quickening as she pushed it in a little deeper to try and steady it. It worked, but she felt it bottom out and she wasn't accustomed to that feeling.

She tried to pull it back out but her thigh muscles were fighting her as the rigid handle stimulated parts of her that hadn't been paid attention to in a long time.

"Oh, shit, oh, fuck," she hoped desperately that nopony could hear her as she writhed around in the bushes panting and moaning trying to keep her thighs away from the blade of a hatchet.

Slowly she managed to wiggle it out and focus its weight where it was needed.

"That's it," she muttered, between rhythmic moans, "just like that."

At this point, she was able to relax and let her sexual fluids to their thing allowing her to slide the handle in and out focusing the pressure on her G-spot.

"Don't you dare stop," She moaned still trying to imagine that she was spreading her thighs to make room for Jerry rather than to avoid cutting them open.

"Oh, fuuuuucccckkkk!" She clenched the handle of the hatchet tight as her whole body tensed up and a stream of fluid erupted from her throbbing pussy.

She set her makeshift dildo off to the side and laid on her back catching her breath.

She tried to imagine Jerry curling up next to her, but it only made her want to actually see him all the more.

She wiped herself off on the only cloth thing she had along, her saddle bag. She hid it behind the bush, Jerry didn't even have to know she had it.

She grabbed the delivery box and went back to the front door to wait for him, the aroma emanating from it finally losing some of its power.

She was just in time as Jerry came into sight.