Soarin's Choice: Loyalty or The Bird

by Teofilo

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Fetish, Rainbow Dash, Gilda, Sex, Profanity, Alternate Universe, Anthro
Length: 8620

Cmon Soarin, it's not THAT hard to choose.... right?

(Soarin as Main character. Gilda as our supporting cast with Rainbow off to the side.)
Trigger Warrning: Cheating... Also, if you're a big time Rainbow Dash fan, this story is NOT for you.

You would think that being a big shot athlete and having the element of loyalty's number would be enough for some ponies but Soarin has not had the greatest of luck streaks with his girlfriend, Rainbow Dash. Soarin has been quite unsatisfied with the lack of.... 'attention' he's been getting. That's when he encounters Gilda and the prospect of that attention comes up. But surely he'll stay loyal, right?

Kinks: Infidelity, pawjobs, sharing nude photos, breast worship, pussy worship, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampies and a little bit of Karma toward the end.

Art by Hladilnik

Published 2022-09-18 01:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-09-18 01:20:00 UTC

He Made His Choice

A gray morning over Fillydelphia. The wind was blowing a cool breeze as the air was humid. The forecast called for sporadic fall rain. For most winged creatures, it was days like these that were perfect for staying above the clouds. At least for Soarin, a trip to Cloudsdale would have been number one on his list. He didn’t particularly love the rain but he tried to keep on the positive side of things. After all, being on tour brought all sorts of benefits. Aside from just getting to travel and see Equestria, there was also getting to see all the adoring fans who lived there and seeing some of the usual faces traveling with them were a nice reminder of why he loved his job.

But that all came to a crashing end the evening before. Soarin sprained his ankle while attempting a stunt the night before and was told he needed at least 10 days to recover. Soarin would now be relegated to cheering from the sidelines. With all these things in mind, Soarin was far from doom and gloom. Soarin found a modicum of gratitude in this injury, since it coincided with his rest day. All the other male members of the Wonderbolts were out taking pictures or touring the city and such. This left Soarin with something that almost never happened: He had the apartment they were staying in all to himself.

As he placed a fresh new iced gel pack upon his sprained hoof, wincing as a burning sensation of pain followed by the ice-cold feeling. The stallion took a deep breath before looking over to the pill bottle and bottle of water that sat on the nightstand. Soarin did not hesitate to down two capsules before taking a swig of his ice-cold water. He adjusted into as comfortable a position he could before giving a satisfied sigh. He used his left hand to grab his nearby phone before opening it and scrolling through his phone.

Unsurprisingly, being something of a celebrity and having an injury, his entire feed was filled with replies wishing him a speedy recovery, ‘Thoughts and prayers!’ and messages in that vein. It made him feel good to know so many were wishing him well. Though he also had to silence his phone the night before because it wouldn’t stop dinging.

It was then that the white pony with the dark blue mane decided to take a quick gander at his messages. There were a ton of them, mostly a copy-paste of his social media but one that he had to absolutely check first was from his girlfriend, Rainbow Dash.

“Hey Jackass, are you awake yet?” Asked the Rainbow maned pony.

“Yeah,” Soarin responded back.

“Next time, if you’re flying and you want to land while doing twists… I don’t think landing on a bent ankle is a good idea. :P” Rainbow Dash texted back.

“Haha. Very funny. I do like a hundred of these shows a year. Gimme a break. xD” Soarin replied back whilst rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Excuses. Xp Also, did you really need the stretcher? I mean I know how much that shit can hurt but I thought it was a little… extra, you know?” She responded.

“Not my call, you can blame Spitfire for that! Btw, are you still in town? I’m finally alone for once and I thought you could help me ‘recover’, you know~?” The white stallion hits send, his body starting to stiffen, including the area in his loins. Both of them knew pretty quickly what the ulterior motive was for her potentially visiting.

“As much as I’d like to do that, sadly, the girls and I are headed to Appleloosa. Our amulets went off this morning and Braeburn was literally begging us on the phone to come quick. I would have just let Applejack handle it but apparently this is kind of a big deal. Otherwise I’d stay with you for today. ;3;” The bummed out rainbow horse wrote back.

The white stallion gave a long sigh. It would have been one thing if it just were a one-time deal, or if they saw each other more often but the two of them, despite all the pictures of them posted together on their social media feeds, spent more than half the year far away from each other. They hadn’t gotten that ‘other kind of sweaty’ since three months ago. Soarin’ didn’t think himself obsessed with sex but a stallion has his needs too.

She texted again. “I know this bums you out… I swear the next chance we get, I will make it worth your time,”

He grumbled some. “You said that last time. Like three months ago. It’s always the damn amulet… :/”

Rainbow Dash took a whole ten minutes to respond. “Sorryyyyyyyyyy. But I can’t help if I get called to action, babe -- I know this sucks but there’s nothing I can do…”

Soarin sent back “Are you sure you can’t get one of your other friends to do it? We haven't had any alone time since the summer and now it’s fall…”

Her reply left yet another sour taste in his mouth. “Soarin, we’ve talked about this I dunno how many times, if my necklace is specifically flashing, that means that the element of loyalty is specifically needed. I have to show my loyalty to this job. This could be something really important…”

“Or this could be something a child could solve in less than 10 minutes…” Soarin, grit his teeth. After pressing send, he knew the message was… a little back handed. While he did feel some remorse, he also felt he had a reason to be upset.

“I’m sorry, babe. I’m not trying to put you down. I’m just annoyed…” He said after a few minutes of feeling regret.

“I know… I promise I’ll make it up. Go hang out with your friends or something for today--- Alright, me and the girls are all going to solve this ‘crisis’. Until then, I will ttyl. Love ya. <3”

Soarin gave out another sigh. He responded back with a big heart and a “Yeah, love you too, babe. Take care!” Yet another day of accepting being blue balled.

“Again. Fucking, again…” he muttered in an annoyed voice.

Soarin exited from his messages as he got up to grab a protein bar and another reusable ice pack. As he used his wings to fly and avoid putting pressure on his wounded hoof. The fit stallion then proceeded to take a seat on one of the nearby chairs as he looked through his phone. He went to search the media they sent each other. 50+ videos of them loving each other up sent over the course of 4 years. Maybe for most people it was enough but Soarin had seen them all already. The videos had grown stale to him, like if his favorite food was served to him over and over again with no pause.

He was about to turn his phone off and play some video games on the console in the living room when he noticed something. A feature that wasn’t on the app the night before.

“‘Mutual friends near you’?” He muttered out quietly. He clicked it and was greeted with a map of all the mutual friends… Unsurprisingly, his map was lit up with dots like a Christmas tree. Thankfully, the app, as if already anticipating this, gave him a notice!

Woah there!

Seems like you’re really popular! Would you like to use your filters and narrow your list?

Yes No

Without hesitation, the stallion pressed yes and looked at the filters… “Let’s see. No blank profiles, Close friends of close friends only… Definitely not any of Pinkie’s friends since she literally adds anyone to her friends list… must know for at least a year…” He says to himself quietly before clicking ‘done’.

Once that was clicked, nearly all the dots near him vanished. Except for one that was not so far away. Her name? Gilda. A brown gryphoness with a white mane and purple rings around her eyes. Her profile picture was a black and white photo of her leaning against a wall in some big city and looking in the distance. He decided to send her a friend request, at least find something to pass the time that wasn’t the same old video games or doing fan photos (which he loved but now was not a good time for those) over and over again.

Telling by how within minutes, not only did she accept his request, but she also sent the first DM, that he had managed to interest her. The stallion took a big bite of his protein bar before clicking on what her message was. It read: “Can’t say I get followed by too many important ponies of your status, besides maybe your girlfriend or her pony friends. How’s that hoof of yours?”

The stallion finished off his protein bar before texting back. “Recovering just fine. It’s only a grade one but it still stings when I put any serious weight on it. Physio said it’ll only take like 2 weeks but to go easy on the training. Up to anything?”

Gilda texted back with “Nah, matter of fact, I’m on vacation. Wbu?”

Then, to his surprise, she sent photos. From the photos, he saw that she had short hair, a blue and yellow jersey, in the color of the wonderbolts, accompanied by jeanie booty shorts and a pair of black and dark gray stockings that ended right before her pink paw pads. Revealing that the claws were painted red.

“Well since today is my rest day, I thought I’d just take the day to take it easy. Maybe find something to do…” was his reply

A response didn’t come immediately, so Soarin looked a little closer at her profile. He got way more than he bargained for.

“C-cam model?!” He said in a shocked breath.

He was left with wide eyes and a slight blush on his face at the sight of some of her more… revealing pictures. One that really stood out to him was her Nightmare Night pictures. There she was on her knees in nothing but bunny ears, fishnet leggings and a bikini. She looked at the viewer with an angry blush, an expression equal parts defiant and cute. Soarin’ found a little bit of excitement coursing through him at the sight of her picture set. It was rare to meet griffins, and even more rare to meet one as eye-catching as her… Mindlessly, he ended up liking the picture sets.

It was then he shook his head, realizing what he just did right as she pinged back.

“...Oooh~, better hope Dash doesn’t see that~,” If Gilda’s text had a tone, he knew it would be a mocking/teasing one.

Soarin gave a smirk as he nervously texted out. “I have my likes on ‘private’. Besides, she trusts me!”

“Would she be alright if I showed you something?” The brown griffoness answered back.

“Show me what exactly?” He retorted.

A text didn’t come back immediately, and that made the white stallion grow with anxiety. He took a deep breath, hoping to quell his nerves.

When she finally did answer, he was greeted to the sight of her in the same position as before, but now with her shirt lifted up to reveal her soft, sizable breasts and dark brown nipples. The stallion was aroused at the sight of her, feeling his loins start to stiffen up and so did his genitals.

“You’ve known her longer than me. You tell me. Those look amazing btw~,” was Soarin’s response.

“Thanks~. I’m certain Dash wouldn’t mind just a few pictures…” Gilda’s message trailed off. Soarin anxiously awaited as another picture came in. This one was of her booty shorts unbuttoned, revealing a pink pair of panties.

Soarin licked his lips at the sight. “Yeah~, just sending pictures doesn’t hurt anything, right?” He then went into his camera app and snapped a quick picture of his bulging blue shorts.

Gilda replied with a heart. “I haven’t even shown you the real goods… Be honest, Dash is holding out, isn’t she?”

His heart started to race after that message. He didn’t respond immediately. He would write something but then immediately delete it right after. He also took long pauses to carefully select his words. Eventually his message read as follows:

“Yes and no. Yes, because every time we get the chance to be alone, she always gets called by that damn necklace…but, I also know that being one of Equestria’s defenders doesn’t make it easy…”

Gilda replied back with a laughing emoji. Soarin then read out Gilda’s reply. “Was her last two adventures about defending Equestria? She’s been telling me the last two ‘calls’ to adventure were cleaning up the river for some Zeebs and basically, helping paint new road signs in Las Pegasus. She’s told you that… right?”

Soarin gave a frustrated noise as he clenched a fist. It would be one thing if Discord went rogue again, or Twilight got hypnotized by some evil creature or some horror-movie-type-shit was going on… but the past few ‘adventures’ that Dash had been called up to have been so mundane and frustratingly easy-sounding to fix by other ponies that he could not help but feel agitated and jaded by it all. He takes a deep breathe as a defeated sigh release from his mouth

“Yeah… When she talks about it, I can’t help but roll my eyes! I know she does not mean to but sometimes it almost feels like she’s avoiding me…” He confessed to the brown griffoness.

Her response was swift. “Mmm~, I hear you. Enough of this small talk. Let’s just cut to the chase. Mind letting a new friend help you out with that ‘urgent problem’ of yours~?”

Soarin didn’t think he’d actually get this far. Was he really going to go through with this? He thought for a moment, all those months waiting on Rainbow… He’s probably not going to get any living quarters for himself, probably for the rest of the tour. It was going to be yet another month until he could even see Dash.

I am already this far in, he thought to himself…

“Yeah… I mean there’s nothing wrong with inviting a friend over, no? Here’s the address… land on the balcony and I’ll let you in,” Is what he eventually sends back after backspacing and typing for a solid ten minutes before sending.

“Good~, I’ll be over in a bit.” Gilda texted back.

Approximately 1 Hour Later…

Soarin had spent the past hour rotating ice bags on his sprained hoof. He also took the liberty of cleaning up a little bit so that the apartment was not a total mess, not that it was trashed but it definitely needed some touching up. Getting ready to… ‘meet his new friend’.

Just about as he was about to change the channel on the television, he heard a knocking coming from the backdoor. He closed his eyes and proceeded to clear his mind. Whatever happens, happens…

He lifts himself off the couch and with a flap of his wings, lifts himselfs and levitates to the door. Reaching a hand out, he opens the backdoor, and there stood the brown and white gryphon in the outfit from the pictures she took earlier as well as a little purse.

“H-hey! Come right on in!” The white stallion gestured her with his arms to come in. She entered, he closed the door behind her. The two were now in the living room together.

Gilda took a look around the room, studying it with those intense yellow eagle eyes. “Nice place! Looks way better than my place,” She said in her rough voice. Her arms folded as she looked around.

“Thanks, this place has its advantages. Nice view of the city, close to our training facility… and since it’s gated at the bottom, it keeps the reporters off our asses,” The stallion replied with a chuckle as the griffon stepped deeper into the living room. Her intense gaze then locked on him. The stallion, still floating in the air, looked back, eyeing her up. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking at her black pawless stockings or her booty shorts that accentuated her hips.

Gilda waved her hand, he knew that she knew what he was staring at. Nevertheless, she spoke up “Nice… I’m guessing we’re just going to kick it here or somewhere else?”

The stallion shrugged, “We could if you want to watch something first or…” The stallion trailed off as he rubbed his head.

Gilda giggled at him. Despite him being physically below him, he couldn’t help but feel like she had so much control, what with her calm demeanor and slow walk. The moving of her tail didn’t twitch like his. It flowed calmly. Certainly, she had to have some experience with this to be as she was, he thought.

“...We know exactly why I’m here. I’m still wondering if you have the balls to go all the way,” Gilda’s response was blunt, but he found a charm in her nature.

“I… do,” He responded back with some defiance in his voice. He finally got down from flying and stood up with little difficulty as his pain was quelled for the most part. “Do you want to take the lead?”

Gilda perked up at the question. A smirk on her beak as she sauntered closer to him “Show me to your bedroom,”

The brown griffoness requested as she practically wrapped herself around, which prompted the stallion to feel those curvy hips that were restrained by her jean-y booty shorts. Feeling her practically grind her crotch against his, successfully teasing him into becoming more stiff around the crotch area.

He felt up those exposed thighs of hers. It was then that a series of relations came to mind as the two continued to grind and dry . Firstly, that she had on a belly ring. Second, she was more than just in shape, but rather toned, her talons giving his back a firmer grip than he was used to as he ran his hands across her backside. Lastly, her feathers around her neck were incredibly soft and warm. If the weather were colder, it would be perfect, but even now, on this rainy day, he felt more at ease. Eventually, the two of them pulled off one another and for a brief moment, they gazed into each other's eyes… Then Soarin suddenly pulled her in. He planted a kiss upon her neck as the bird shivered in delight. A light, pleasured moan escaping her beak.

He put his mouth right to her ear. “Follow me~” The stallion got up and with a hold of her hand, he guided the griffoness while walking with a light limp to his bedroom.

The room was small but cozy. Posters and medals hung up all throughout the room. Aside from a gym bag, the floor was mostly clear and the bed was made. Pearly bedsheets, soft to the touch. But neither of them really paid attention, their eyes were set on one thing, that being the bed. The stallion crawled into bed and laid down. Gilda proceeded to sit next to him. Reaching over to his no-sleeve shirt, the stallion did not resist in taking off his shirt. Soarin’s physique was muscular and well-toned. Clearly a stallion who prided himself in going to the gym. Soarin could tell by the look in her eye that she definitely liked what she saw.

All the while,His bulge slightly twitched as his body ached for the attention he so desperately wanted. Those desires were kept in check by his relaxed composure.

“Not used to seeing stallions like me?” He curiously questioned.

“Nope. Mostly dorky dudes who scream ‘mommy issues’ from a mile away,” She harshly remarked before giggling.

Soarin chuckled as he didn’t expect to hear Gilda say that. Gilda looked at him amused.

But then a question arose from the stallion, “Wait, so you let them fu-”

He was cut off by one of the fingers on her talons moving onto his lips, hushing him.

“Virtually. Only virtually. I wouldn’t be caught dead being near them. I just use them for donations and tips, baby,” Gilda continued to talk before climbing on top of the stallion once again. Her plump rump rested upon his stiff crotch. Her soft paws rubbed against his legs... “Mmm, anyways, let’s just focus on us, I almost never meet guys in person but you~? I definitely had to make an exception… Plus…”

It was then that the griffoness slipped her right hand down her torso and down into Soarin’s shorts to feel up his ‘package’.

The stallion grunted. Not having had any real attention in over three months made him especially sensitive to the touch. And with her talons gripping his cock firmly, lightly squeezing at his meat and rubbing it within his athletic shorts. Small, involuntary twitches shook through his legs.

Gilda cooed as she fondled him, also taking a moment to grope up his soft, pliable balls. “You poor little thing~. Bet you’ve been aching for… this kind of attention…” She uttered out as she stroked his shaft harder and faster. His cock twitching in her suffocating grip.

The stallion, not wanting to be the only one receiving so much pleasure unreciprocated, he began slipping his hands underneath her shirt. Gliding up her toned stomach, up her torso and eventually reaching her tender, sensitive breasts. Cupping them while also tugging her shirt up in the process. Motioning her to bring her chest closer, Gilda obliged. Eventually her tits were right in front of him. The stallion gave her right areola a long, swirling lick.

Gilda elicited a huff of pleasure. The bird cooed and even gave a shiver of pleasure while the stallion worshiped her breasts with his tongue. Licking and sucking lightly upon her tits all to the delighted noises. His face covered by her D-cups, he now felt comfortable slowly moving his hands down her body, fingers grazing her navel ring… his hands reaching and stopping upon the button of the jean-y shorts.

Gilda, having stopped by this point, did not protest. They locked gazes, his green eyes locking with the yellow eyes and those light purple rings around her eyes… she eventually spoke up softly. “Go for it~,” She dared with a lustful whisper.

Now having her verbal approval, he proceeded. After taking a second to wipe sweat that was building up on the top of his forehead, he proceeded to unbutton her shorts, then he undid the zipper, to her shorts. Tucking his fingers into her shorts from around Gilda’s hips, he proceeded to tug them down, catching a hold of her panties as well. He began to slowly ease them down, but soon reached an impasse, what with her legs being spread and all.

“...Right, let me… help you with that~,” The brown gryphoness got herself off the white stallion so that she could sit right between his legs. Her ass was already partially exposed at that point. Soarin eagerly watched her tuck in her thumbs into her shorts, her legs in the air, and the room silent, only broken up by the sound of the moving of clothes.

Soarin watched eagerly as the shorts were pulled down just enough to finally reveal her nether region to him. Her tight pucker that sat below the brown vulva that contained the pink, velvety-

Suddenly, a new sight blocked his vision: a pair of pink paw pads and a pair of claws painted red. Then her shorts and panties, which caught him off guard not only because she did that without much warning, but also because the scent of her on those wet panties were driving him mad with arousal.

“Whoops~, sorry about that…” She said as her paws slowly grazed upon his chin and chest.

Maybe it was just heat of the moment and he was just that horny, or maybe it was something deep in him that awoke but the more she felt him up with her soft paws, the more curious thought began to grow as her paws slowly ran down his chin, torso and soon rested right up next to his shorts.

“I see that look in your eye~,” Gilda spoke once again, a teasing-tone to her voice.

“Wh-what? I was just-” Soarin blushed as he was about to respond to her, but she cut him off.

“No need to explain yourself. Want to try a paw job~?” She punctuated her question by putting her paw pads on either side of his cock, which was still firmly grinding against the fabric. He had grown so pent up at this point that pre actually began to seep through the shorts themself.

‘What am I going to lose by trying something new?’ He thought to himself.

“Y-yeah… Let’s try it…” He finally answered out softly.

Gilda looked back at him with a naughty smirk. She eased back before briefly getting on all fours. She was now facing him face-to-face. Her beautifully wide hips, reminiscent of the form of a pear. Her butt big enough to have some jiggle to it as she put digits down his shorts. With a strong tug, his shorts came off and his member finally was freed from its prison.

The mottled black and pink cock unceremoniously flopped on his underbelly. The stallion then laid back as Gilda adjusted her body so that she could give her legs some room to move. Gilda tucked her paws in so that the stiff member could face upward. Once that was done, she moved her right paw over his soft nutsack, while the other paw softly rubbed up the sensitive stallion's shaft.

Soarin gave a pleased grunt. He was not expecting this feeling to be so…

Exhilarating. As the griffoness continued to stroke and rub up his shaft, she was able to close up a tight grip around his shaft, which rewarded her efforts with the dripping of pre upon her luscious toe beans.

Soarin closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths. All he could think about was release.

“Mmm~... Are you liking that~?” Gilda asked with a smug tone. “I can feel you twitch beneath me. You must be really pent up, huh~?”

Soarin kept his eyes shut. Indeed, he had been twitching in delight without even meaning to. Her paws squeezed around his pulsing member, jacking it off. Clearly, the griffoness had to be at least well-practiced at this. Her paws moved in such unity, from the base to just below the tip.

It was starting to become too much as the stallion started to groan out in pleasure.

“Open your eyes and look at me~,” The griffoness commanded. The white stallion obliged her command. Gilda looked at him with a mischievous grin. Her tongue lulled out of her beak. Her shirt right above her exposed breasts, revealing her entire torso to him… Then he could feel himself going over the point of no return. Her efforts were finally culminating to a final crescendo of pleasure. Pre was practically drooling from the tip of his cock.

“Oh fffffuck…” The stallion began to moan out.

“Yes~. Cum for me~!” She said out in a lust-filled tone.

The stallion stiffened up and his entire pelvic region trembled and jerked into her paws, simulating a rough fucking that the griffoness had already anticipated. His balls plapped loudly against her paw pads before finally the stallion gave a sharp moan of relief…

…his horsecock erupting like it never had before. The first string of cum lasted two whole seconds and shot up into the air. Arching into the air before landing on her tits, stomach, thighs and even her head.

The next strand also blasted out, adding more cum to her thigh highs. Finally, the last bursts drenched her paw pads and, in turn, his cock and balls in his own baby batter.

The stallion huffed hard as the two of them locked gazes. His cum dripped from the top of her feathery head onto her beak. Gilda took the opportunity to run a finger up to her beak, take some of the cloudy-white liquid and lick at it.

As if she couldn’t get any hotter…

“...Damn, I knew you were pent up and all but… FUCK! I’ve never seen a guy cum as much as you,” Gilda remarked as she slid her paws off his delicates and reeled herself back.

Soarin, still coming down from the high of the orgasm, rubbing at his head as he grabbed a nearby towel. Using it to clean off all the cum that was on himself before moving to work on her paws. Gilda playfully moving her toe beans in his grip. Once he was mostly finished with that, Gilda grabbed the towel and used it to rub off most of his ‘mess’ off of her.

In this down time, Soarin took a moment to admire and get another look at her nether region. Finding himself getting turned on once again as Gilda dragged the towel across her body, from her head and beak, down to her luscious set of milkers with the brown-colored areolas, to her gorgeous midriff adorned by that silver banana bell belly ring. The towel then moved to her black-and-gray stockings, which she carefully dried off. Her expression changed from smug to annoyed as she noticed something.

“Rrr… These stains better come out, otherwise I’m charging you for these…” The griffoness growled out in an annoyed manner.

This comment seemingly fell on deaf ears as the white pegasus dumbly remarked, “Gosh, you’re so perfect…” Once again he voiced his admiration for every inch of her body, from head to paws.

Gilda looked away from him with a red blush, “Just… So, are you finished or-” the stallion sat up, coming face-to-face with her a second time. He placed his hands around her hips, tugged her in close, kissing her neck as he slipped off his shorts and boxer briefs. The stallion, in an almost primal manner, motioned his hands below her shirt; a quiet command escaped his mouth

“Take this off…” He ordered, and while Gilda was hardly one to be commanded, she also did not protest or resist. In fact, she kind of giggled at how urgently he did it.

Besides her stockings, Soarin and Gilda now were completely nude, holding each other. Soarin could feel his member begin to harden once again. But he didn’t feel it was right that he was the only one getting all the pleasure…

“Lean forward on the bed for me… Face down, ass up~,” He whispered to her in a commanding manner, caressing and rubbing her back and wings. His touch, so delicate and precise as he rubbed her up, making her sigh and shiver in delight.

“H-heh~, finally growing a pair, eh? I was hoping you weren’t going to bottom all day,” She remarked in a teasing manner, still trying to front as a hard-to-get girl, but he knew that by those moans, he was chipping away at that.

Gilda leaned over into the pillows, putting her down to the side so that she could still look back at him. All the while, Soarin leaped out of bed for a moment to relish the sight of her most intimate regions.

A brown set of puffy outer lips with an inner set of pink lips that glistened in the warm air of his room. Her brown pucker also looked straight back at the stallion, who couldn’t help but to get even closer and lick his lips.

“Good girl~,” He complimented with a whisper as his face lined up with her nether region. His hot breath makes Gilda shutter and huff in delight. Soarin sticks his tongue out, and slowly positions himself right against her dripping wet entrance. Using his hands to get an initial firm grip of her ass cheeks, he used his right hand to hold her lion’s tail firmly in place. Then, with a long, slick lick, he tasted Gilda’s sweet pussy. Her nectar practically glazing his tongue with her arousal.

He could tell just by how she briefly stiffened up and how she suddenly put a hand to her beak to prevent her from completely moaning out uncontrollable, he knew exactly where her sweet spot was.
“Oooh~ Glad I know what button to press…” He whispered back to her in a sensual manner. Gilda tried to look away in an annoyed blush.

“Oh hush, you’re the one wh-wh-wh- AHH~!” She exclaimed loudly as the stallion dug his face in once again, practically pushing in his muzzle as he licked at her cunt assertively. Not holding back, the licks were rough, fast and hard. His snout grinding and rubbing at her clit, which made her seize up and tremble in his hands.

Even with his face buried into her crotch and wide ass, his face became drenched in her dripping nectar that he gladly lapped up. The quaking griffoness began to tighten body, trying to turn over and even pull away, though not because she didn’t want it. Soarin knew by how much louder and quicker her moans became that she was trying so desperately not to cum so soon, or at least he assumed.

Nevertheless, he reeled back. His snout withdrew from her dripping entrance with an audible schlick. “...gulp… Mmm~... A-are y-you close?” He said while licking his lips.

Gilda groaned in annoyance. “I was… Less talking, more eating, Soar-in-to-the-hospital,” she demanded with her typically rough tone of voice.

Soarin somewhat obliged by giving her pussy a lick from opening of her folds to the top of her clit. But he paused again, smirking.

“Beg for me, birdie~” Soarin whispered to her in a seductive tone, his eyes lidded as he held her thighs open.

Gilda put her paws against his back, her claws rubbing against his back. Soarin reached down with his thumbs, all the while, and put them against each fold and spread her open. But he didn’t dive in…

“What do you want…~?” Soarin really pushed the subject, he wanted to hear so badly it came from her.

“Y-y… you…”

“--What was that?” He queried.

“You! Okay! It is just… Listen, I’m not a love bird…” Gilda said back with a blush. She looked away from him, her beak scrunched up.

“Mmm, that’s why you answered me so fast, huh~? Because I caught your interest, right~? Say it. Say that you were so eager to fuck, slut~,” He gazed into her yellow eyes, licking his lips as he fondled her thighs with such delicacy. His thumb glided across her pussy. As much as she tried not to, it was making her twitch in delight down under.

The two shared a gaze. Soarin grew bolder with her. From what she had implied already, it seemed most guys wanted nothing more than to be dominated by her. But he saw a softer side to her. Behind those defiant yellow eyes; those white feathers with the purple crest and purple ring around her eyes, her look a mix of annoyance, frustration and arousal, there was a part of her that wanted to be conquered and made to please and be pleased.

However, she was not going to show that side of her willy-nilly,

“And what if I don-... Ah~, ohfuckohfuckohfuck~!!” Gilda tried fronting once again as the tough griffoness, but that suddenly came to a screeching halt when Soarin put his mouth over her clit and began to aggressively suckle and kiss upon it. His tongue lapping and thrusting upon the sensitive organ. The sudden shift in intensity made the sensitive bird give a soft caw, huff and moan in pleasure.

Soarin could feel her seize up and shiver. Her legs began to twitch as her vaginal muscles squeezed tightly around his tongue.Her wide thighs squeezing his face and neck, but before she could lock him into place, he suddenly moved up and over Gilda. Instead, put his hand right up against the sopping wet pussy and put his hand over it. He looks down at her; her face red, sweat dripping from her forehead.

He hunched over her, just as he put 3 fingers into her cunt,“Tell me what you want so badly and I’ll let you have your sweet release~,” He said with a commanding bravado.

“I-I… I want you. I WANT YOU~! I want someone who’s worth my fucking time. Someone who actually deserves me… Someone l-like you, Soarin~!” She finally proclaimed in a cry of ecstasy. He knew she was edging ever so close. That with one final push, she would explode.

He goes right up to her pressing his snout to her beak which she gladly opens. The two of them share a slow, passionate french kiss. Their tongues wrestled together as he makes one final push with his right hand. Aside from his pinky and his thumb, his fingers were deep inside of Gilda, thrusting in and out, aggressively rubbing not only her clitoris but her velvety walls.

Soarin didn’t stop, even as Gilda pulled back from their kiss to arch her back into the pillows one last time. Her thighs rubbing against his arm and against each other as audible moans began to fill the room.

“Do it~, cum for me~” He whispered to her with fervor.

Her tongue stuck out of her beak and with her toes clenched tighter than rope, as well as the twitching of her legs and body; her cunt finally spasmed, and gushed out her ‘sweet nectar’ unto his hand, arm, the bed and even onto the floor. She was finally in orgasmic bliss and Soarin was savoring every last second of it. From listening to her cries of ecstasy, to the way her body appeared as she squeezed her legs together and the feeling as she shook in his grasp.

“AH, AH, AH, OH FUCK~” She moaned as she rode out her orgasm. Panting hard, she wiped sweat from the purple crest feathers on the top of her head. As Gilda finally came down from her orgasm, he ran a hand up her body, grazing over her belly button ring to cup her breast… but her own hand came up. “W-wait… N-need a second…” She muttered with a big huff.

Soarin temporarily removed himself from the bed. Standing off to the side to basque in the post-orgasm clarity that presided over him and presumably her as well. He watched as Gilda flipped the pillows over. Her body, particularly the areas around her head, breasts and thigh dripped with sweat.

Soarin leaned up against the wall, his body cooling down as the air cascaded over him, walking through his room over their tossed-aside clothes, he was back near the doorway once again. There, he flicked on a switch and proceeded to turn on the ceiling fan. “...Is that any help for you?”

Gilda finally sat up. Spreading out her wings and giving herself a flap to cool down even more. “Kinda, yeah,” Gilda began to stretch, her wings popping audible as she got up. “...Definitely need to move around a little bit. No offense but your bed is as stiff as a board,” She remarked in a matter-of-fact manner which prompted Soarin to look at her puzzled.

“Sorry it’s not as soft as your nest,” He replied back with the slightest bit of sass. “Would you rather we stand up?”

“I’d prefer that, actually,” She said, which prompted Soarin to reach out a hand to help her up off the bed.

As he did that, he reached over to his nightstand to pull out an XL Condom wrapper… but before he could even reach into the box, Gilda stopped his hand. She shook her head and they both silently knew what the other was getting at. Soarin made a mental note that he was going to have to pull out.

Gilda scooched some of their clothing as she walked over to him. Practically leaning up her whole weight against him, her soft breasts made contact with his chest. She softly purred in his arms.

Putting his hands on her considerable wide hips, to which she promptly shook her ass and tail.

Soarin bit his lip as he groped her ass, his hand effectively digging into the luscious rump. She arched her back, rubbing against him like a good little kitty. He looked directly into her eyes as his hands grazed her most intimate areas, causing her to blush a bright red and give longer, more excited purrrrrs of pleasure. Her juices were practically flowing down her thighs.

Soarin rubbed into her one more time, prompting a shivery twitch and fluster of her wings in his delicate but firm grasp. When he brought his fingers back up, he couldn’t help but give them a lick, savoring the sweet taste of her once more. Soarin felt his shaft start to stiffen and become hard again.

“I’m gonna take what’s mine now~. Lean up against the wall~,” He commanded in a horny yet stern voice. Gone were any tremblings or hesitations from Soarin. But the feeling of her plump ass and those thick thighs that were hugged by the black and gray toeless thigh highs.

Her legs trembled, and try as she might to look like the hardened griffoness, that ship had already sailed. Gilda, instead, did not retaliate or attempt to make a smartass comment. Instead, she obeyed. She willingly put herself against the nearby wall, purposefully putting her legs together so she could wiggle her butt whilst she leaned over for him. Soarin savored the sight of her, even if it was a view he was so used to by this point, it still made his heart race and groin stiffen rock hard.

“...S-shut up and take it already, S-Soarin~” She cooed with almost a begging tone.

Soarin couldn’t hold back a second more. Thrusting his right hand forward, he forced Gilda up against the wall while his left hand guided his thick, throbbing member; his hips moved forward, making the tip of his horsecock slip past the soft cushions that were her ass and thighs. Gilda then spread her legs out, giving him a better angle to press the flaring horsecock tip right up against her entrance, prompting a soft shiver and a tiny moan from Gilda.

The tip of his cock continued to grind up against her entrance… until it finally began to sink into her wet snatch. The two of them gave out long moans of satisfaction; Soarin looked down, watching his cock disappear into her. His breath became shaky as he passed the medial ring. His grip upon her hips tightened up all over again, and with one swift motion, he slid his cock in all the way. The two let out a relieved moan in unison.

Gilda put a hand on his thigh, and with a pleading look, said “W-w-wait~! N-need a sec… W-want to… savor this~,” She drooled out in between huffs.

Soarin gave a dumb, almost-hypnotized nod while he moved his hands to cup her soft pair of tits. It may have been the umpteenth time he felt those D-cups, but neither of them seemed to grow tired of each other's touch.

Soarin eventually did grow a little more desire to start moving, withdrawing his member about half way before plunging back inside with a grunt. He slid it back again, this time thrusting back in with a little more ‘oomph’, prompting a small moan from Gilda. He withdrew again; he thrusted into her again and the motions repeated. His balls plapping against her ass and thighs as he began to really start fucking her.

Soarin’s crotch thrusted into her with such force that her entire body thrusted forward. Her ass jiggling on him, the only thing that was on his mind was finding his own… Which translated to quicker and more powerful plowing from the stallion who was completely enthralled by the pleasure of her tight walls squeezing at his sensitive rod every time he dove deep into her.

A pressure was beginning to build up in his loins. That same pressure he had been feeling earlier right before the sweet release from earlier when Gilda was working those exceptional paws on his rod. The release he had been waiting all those months for.

Soarin cooed out, “F-fuck… G-gosh I’m not gonna…” Soarin was starting to really pick up the pace, she could feel her tensing up around him even more.

She really was becoming a songbird from all the noises she was making. A mix of coos, caws and callouts of ‘fuck~’ and ‘Ah~!’ filled the room. The pleasure between the two was palpable. Almost as if they were chained together and placed over them like a blanket.

Soarin hunched over, now grabbing a hold of her breasts once again. Before he could really let it all out, he had to stop a second to adjust the angle he was fucking her at.

In this briefest of brief pauses, a request slipped her lips. “Cum inside… I want you to cum inside Soarin~”

Soarin wiped sweat off his head. “B-but… what if-”

She put a wing to his lips. “Just do it~, you know you want to~,”

Soarin couldn’t argue he did not want to. Did he have some worries or concerns? Sure. But to him, he didn’t care about any of that. Plus, what’s magic for, right?

Instead, he began to grind his meat in between her thighs, feeling the warm, sweaty set of luscious legs quickly make his cock re-stiffen and quickly became sensitive to the touch. He was almost tempted to keep humping away at her thighs, but he knew that this was not doing very much for Gilda.

Instead, he aimed the tip of his pre-dripping cock against her entrance, and with little resistance, the cock once again made its way into her. Spending little time, ramping up the intensity. Her massive ass slamming so hard into his lap that, if not for the intense pleasure of those slick walls squeezing his flaring member, it probably would have hurt. But Soarin and Gilda very quickly became lost in their own lust and desire.

Soarin started to breathe harder; his breaths became longer and more drawn out as the flare tipped continued to hit at her cervix. This caused her to cry out in ecstasy. She herself was growing close to finishing this final crescendo of pleasure and he was going to finish it off with her.

“Gilda… Ah~... I’m about.. t-to…” He shut his eyes as tightly as he could, his balls beginning to clinch from not only the coming orgasm but also from just how hard they had been WAP’ng against her voluptuous ass and thighs.

“D-do it~! Make me yours~!” She yelled out.

It was then he felt his crotch suddenly become much more wet in the midst of all the slams and thrusts. She was cumming all over him.

It was all too much for him. With a few more powerful pumps into her, he finally anchored himself deep into her pussy, the tip pressed right up to her cervix, and let out a final long grunt and groan of pleasure. He unleashed long, ropey strings of his seeds deep into her cunt. Quickly, her love canal had become full of his thick, off-white seed. He came so much that it quickly overflowed and spilled out onto her ass and thighs. Her black-and-gray leggings were once again given a brush stroke of white.

Soarin had to use every last bit of his strength just to stay standing. The two stood there, panting, basking in the post-orgasmal high. The feeling was so intense that Soarin’s ears began to ring and his vision became slightly fuzzier than normal. All that pent up frustration from months of no attention was now entirely lifted from his mind. In its stead, a new feeling of satisfaction and relief.

Soarin’s member became soft and soon, his sex slipped from hers as it receded back into his sheathe. Soarin looked down one more time. Gilda, who still had her eyes closed, huffed out and panted softly. Sweat dripped down her face and body. Down her body, past her lion’s tale, her ass and thighs dripped out his seed.

“Fuck, you look so good like this~” He said with an exhilirated tone.

She didn’t respond right away. Instead, she started to stumble, which prompted Soarin to immediately grab her. Propping her up, she gave a quiet groan as Soarin used every last bit of strength he had to carry them both to his king-sized mattress. The two crash down, now almost face-to-face.

“Damn, I’ve never felt like this before in my life~. Maybe you aren’t such a goodie-goodie dweeb like I first thought you were,” She said in an exhausted tone. The two of them cooled down substantially, helped by the fan blowing on them from above.
Soarin held Gilda close. Soarin could not help but to kiss Gilda’s forehead. “T-thanks~. I was a little bit intimidated by you at first, I won’t lie… but once we… well, got to know each other better, I can tell you are gonna be…” He trailed off before placing a soft kiss upon her neck, right on those white and purple feathers. “A good little kitty for me,” He whispered.

Gilda giggled with a blush. “Oh s-stop!” She then nuzzled herself into him. The two basked in the afterglow as they snuggled up with each other.

Gilda stretched out her paws and talons, similarly to a cat before finding a comfortable position by him.

Soarin cuddled up to her. Putting his hand on her back to rub gently at her wings. She once again purred in his embrace. Soarin tucked the sheets and covered them both, but not before Soarin reached over to the night stand and grabbed his phone.

Some unopened texts, from Rainbow Dash. He opened them with some hesitation. Most of it was just updates on her trip to Appleloosa which a robot could have written, but it was the last message that made his eyes go wide.

A screenshot. A map with little chibi cartoons of himself and Gilda. Rainbow’s text read, “Gotta love the ‘Locate Friends’ feature… So… You’ve met Gilda, huh? Care to explain why you two have been in the same room for the past two hours?”

Author's Note

Hey! If you made it to the end, I really do appreciate you reading my works.
I was a little hesitant to upload this because I know infidelity can be a little touchy and some people get really passionate about their disdain for it.

This work of writing was heavily inspired by Hladilnik’s old works with Gilda (2014), Sugarlesspaints’ Gilda he drew last year-ish (2021) and a little bit of Fluff-Kevlar’s Gilda he did last year (2021)!
Also, as a bonus for getting all the way here and taking your time to read this, I want to say that I have a project I’m drafting up. Something smut, but with a touch of comedy thrown in there. All I can say is, it’s gonna be pretty much death by snu snu. You’ll see what I mean. :p

I appreciate any and all good-faith feedback. Please let me know if you liked me work! :D