Deleted scenes from Blazing a Trail to the Past.

Gilda looked at Jerry's unconscious body laying on the couch. She felt guilty for pulling a trick on him, but it really was to help him let loose. The full implications didn't dawn on her until she got to the cabin and set him down.

She could just leave him here, but a good friend wouldn't let his clothes get messed up. Right?

She opened the door of his room and moved the covers so she could lay him on the bed.

Then she figured she should at least take his shoes off first. The laces were tricky, they had some kind of bowknot in them. She wished she had paid more attention to Pinkie Pie's party advice.

She set the mess of laces by the door once she managed to complete the task. It was time to move him to the bed.

She managed to get him over his shoulder and set him gently on his back.

She set about unbuttoning his shirt. It was an easy task but she was nervous she would scratch him with her claws and wake him up. She pulled the shirt open and got her first good look at his chest. She liked it, but even she could tell he was no bodybuilder, and the whole thing was covered in a really thin layer of fur that stopped at the sides. She couldn't resist running her palm across it.

She jumped as Jerry groaned and shifted, but he didn't wake up.

She wasn't sure why that was such a relief. He was drunk enough he wouldn't remember.

She decided it was time to stop stalling. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. She carefully tugged at the sides until they were around his legs, then grabbed the bottom of the pants legs and pulled them off the rest of the way.

The only thing left in her way was a small pair of shorts Jerry had been wearing under his pants, but she felt the need to remove his socks and slide his shirt out from under him before proceeding.

That was it, time for the shorts. Gilda could already see the bulge of his testicles. They didn't look so threatening, but a lot can hide in a sheath.

Nervously, she hooked a claw under each side of the stretchy waistband. She carefully pulled them down not daring to look until they were completely off his legs.

Once all of the clothing was folded nicely Gilda finally dared take a look at her prize.

She didn't know what to think. There was no sheath for it to hide in, but it looked tiny.

It couldn't have been more than four inches and it was soft. She couldn't stop herself from rolling it around in her palm to confirm how soft it was.

She was starting to wonder how any creature could penetrate with such a thing when before her eyes it started to grow. She looked up at Jerry's face and he seemed to be smiling, but he was still fast asleep. She just kept rubbing his dick, being careful not to scratch him and wake him up.

It grew to about seven inches in length and became rock hard. She was mesmerized. She wanted so badly to climb on the bed with him. She wanted to know what it was really like to be with a man.

Gilda removed her talon and stepped back realizing she had already crossed several lines.

She pulled the blanket over him and took a cold shower.

If she wanted Jerry to like her, raping him in his sleep was a bad start.

She went out and retrieved her saddlebag. She wanted to get it clean and dry before Jerry saw it. She also had food that needed a fridge before the ice melted.

She figured she may as well make it for breakfast, hopefully, Jerry likes bacon.