The XXX Games

"Fillies and gentlecolts, as Prince of the Crystal Honor, it is my honor to present to you the brave stallions, mares, and creatures from all around the world competing in this year's Equestria Games!"

Shining Armor just had to smile and wave as the crowd cheered, and the hard part was over. Shining Armor had gotten a lot better at public appearances ever since becoming Prince, but he would never totally get used to it. It was different than when he was Captain of the Royal Guard; then he had procedure to fall back on, he only had to speak in traditions and ceremonies, barking orders. But here, his subjects were watching him, inevitably judging him if he looked tired or seemed insincere or any number of things he could be criticized for. Nothing was straightforward now.

Having Cadance by his side usually made this a lot easier, but now that she was eight months pregnant with their foal, he had to handle everything about the Equestria Games himself, both the planning and all of the ceremonial duties. Needless to say, he'd been very busy the past few months, adding up to many full weeks and days leading up to the event. Truth be told, he'd hardly seen his wife in days. She didn't hold it against him; she had a castle full of servants to rub her feet and fetch her latest craving, but the lack of attention had certainly taken its toll on him.

He could barely remember the last time he'd banged his wife, or even had a quickie with her. Between the busy schedule and Cadance's heavy pregnancy, the very idea of landing some tail was completely null. He understood of course - his libido wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of shoving his dick into a mare who spent half of her time crying and the other half vomiting - but it still left him on edge. Running underneath the stress of the games, the royal duties, the planning, and the many foreign dignitaries and competitors staying in the palace, his balls were the blue cherry on top, so to speak.

At least he'd had the gym to blow off some steam. With Cadance's baby needs sustained by servants and the Games approaching, Shining Armor had decided it would be a good idea to hit the weights and start working out again. After all, it would look good if the Prince hosting the world's biggest athletic competition cut a fit and muscular figure, and Shining Armor had to say, he was pleased with the results. He hadn't been in this good of shape since his days in the guard, and the confidence he felt when he looked in the mirror had been his lifeline in getting through the whole ordeal.

He just had to get through this, and then everything would be easier. Once the Games were over, the baby wouldn't be far behind. Sure, he'd have fatherhood to deal with then, but at least then he could get his dick sucked without Cadance puking on his balls. One time was enough for a lifetime in his book.

So Shining Armor, dressed in his white, royal suit, looking like some cross between a military uniform and a tuxedo, waved gently, like he'd been taught, as the competitors began to take the field in the opening procession. The team from the Crystal Empire was first of course, their bodies glimmering like gemstones, but Shining Armor still had some pride for the Canterlot team, which even had some guards he used to serve with. Then there was the Manehattan team, the Cloudsdale team, and even the Ponyville team had some strong competitors despite being such a small town. With the Appleloosa team, non-ponies began to process into the mix, with strong and hearty buffalos mixed with the earth ponies of the team. Yakyakistan had their whooping and hollering yaks, and the dragonlands had their rough and brightly-colored dragons, and then came the team from Griffonstone with their proud griffons.

And that's when she caught his eye: a griffon no less. He'd never thought he was attracted to griffons, but the draw was immediate. She was big and tall, bigger than just about any mare he'd ever seen apart from Celestia maybe, but she was big. Dressed in a tank top, sports bra, and running shorts, the shape of her body and muscles was laid bare, from her thick, built thighs to her hewn, cut abs to her rippling, massive arms. But what really caught his eye were her tits! He'd never seen a rack like that in his life! As she jogged out into the field with her team, even the sports bra couldn't stop the huge mounds from bouncing and wobbling with every step, and she had an ass to match, muscular and bubbly, with a decent jiggle when soft too. Even the way her wings fluttered was strong, and her lion tail whipping about only drew his attention to her mouth-watering backside.

Cadance had always been a lithe and elegant mare, the kind of build that some would liken to a supermodel. She was exactly the kind of mare most stallions considered ideal in her beauty and body. Shining Armor had always been attracted to Cadance, and she even had a decent rack on her, but this griffoness was something else. Maybe it was the lack of action getting to him, or maybe it was how much Cadance's body had changed with the pregnancy - he didn't think it mattered, but there had to be some explanation for why he couldn't stop staring at this eagle-colored griffoness with her golden eyes rimmed with lavender.

And that's when she turned those eyes to meet Shining Armor's, as if her keen avian senses could feel his gaze on her. He watched her deliberately look him up and down, and... was that a smile on her beak? It was hard to tell, but she turned around and continued on with her team as the hippogriff team made their entrance. Shining Armor could barely pay attention. His throat felt dry and his pants felt tight. He had to shake his head to shake away the thoughts and feelings; the last thing he needed was to be noticed in public staring at some other woman or getting a massive erection.

Later. There would always be later. He'd have some free time after the opening ceremonies. He was already planning on showering off and rubbing one out before continuing with the rest of the day. Then, he'd have to look up that griffoness's name and room assignment.

"No! What am I thinking?" Shining Armor admonished himself. How could he even think about flirting with this chick, let alone anything else? Shining Armor had never come close to being tempted to cheat in his life, and he intended to keep it that way. He couldn't hurt Cadance like that, he just couldn't. He could cut himself a little slack; he was more than a bit pent-up, and there was nothing wrong with entertaining some private fantasies when he took some alone time, but that was it. Every stallion knew the rule was "look, don't touch." He'd go to the gym instead, and maybe rub a few more out after. That would get this out of his system.

Just how many teams were there? Shining Armor felt like this was taking forever, until mercifully, it was over. Waving again to the crowd as attention was turned back toward him, Shining Armor made sure to adjust his dick as inconspicuously as possible down his leg before anyone saw. "Thank you, all! With the lighting of the torch, let the Games begin, and may the best athlete win!"

A big cheer, a round of applause, and then he was free. Shining Armor hadn't felt this excited about masturbating since he was a teen. He dismissed his guards, saying that he needed to freshen up a bit, and they didn't question him. If any royal could take care of themselves, it was him. The next part of his plan was to slip into the locker rooms. Sure, he could retire to his private quarters, but Cadance was there and he'd never get the privacy he needed. He could always use another bathroom, but then he wouldn't have the space he needed for this, and he'd be likelier to get caught. None of the athletes would be using the stallions' locker rooms right after the opening ceremonies; they'd be settling in at the palace, giving him all the time and space he needed to really enjoy himself now. Heaven knew he needed it.

The locker rooms were practically brand new, freshly renovated and expanded for an event of this size and scope. In keeping with the colors of the crystal empire, the stallions' locker rooms had tiles in light blue and orange, but the room was open and the showers spacious. There was a certain thrill to having a wank out in the open, the metallic poles arranged without dividers in the big shower area, and the evidence would be quickly washed down the drain. As he took a seat on one of the wooden benches and began to undo the buttons on his suit, his thoughts were already turning to that big, sexy griffoness...

"Jeez, that didn't take long." Shining Armor nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a gruff, female voice bouncing off the tiles of the locker room. His heart sank and leapt at the same time as he looked toward the door. Sure enough, it was her, that big, busty, buff beast of a griffoness, watching him with her arms folded under her heaving tits and a cocky smirk on her face.

"H-Hey, this is the stallions' locker room!" Shining Armor tried to protest.

She just laughed and kept moving forward, stalking. "Good one," she said. Her yellow eyes were so piercing, Shining Armor didn't know what to call the feeling they gave him as she stared. It was like... she was a predator, and he was a piece of succulent meat. He'd never felt anything like it before.

"Uh... Who are you?" he stammered. He barely knew what to say, so he just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. He could have always found out later, but he was certainly curious now.

"Gilda," she answered as she continued her prowl toward him. "I know who you are, no need to introduce yourself. You're the biggest stud in this whole damn country, right? You'd have to have some major balls to be the Princess of Love's husband, I'd wager." She stopped right in front of him, towering over him, he felt, even if she was technically shorter than him, perhaps. When he looked up, all he could see was her breasts, like an eclipse, blotting out the lights of the locker room. But she leaned over, those golden eyes glaring fiercely at him, her beak fixed into a smirk. "You always jack off after making a public appearance, Your Highness?"

He'd barely gotten a few buttons undone on his suit! How could she see right through him like that? With heat building in his face and sweat starting to pour down his neck, Shining Armor tried to deny it. "I was just freshening up before my next-"

"Right," Gilda scoffed, clearly not buying a word of it. She started to pace around him on the bench, circling him before diving in for the inevitable kill. "Word of advice: next time, try not to wear such tight pants when you've got such a big dick. The whole damn country could see every inch down your leg, dude." She turned back to face him, glaring down at him with a fierce grin. She even licked her beak. "Impressive, though," she said.

Shining Armor was at a complete loss for words, but he knew he had to put a stop to this now. If he didn't, things were going to get out of hand very quickly. "I-I... What-..." he made his valiant but futile effort.

"I'm not one to play with my food, so I'll lay it out for you, Your Highness," Gilda said, drawing herself up tall above him. "When you're a gal like me, you don't settle for any stupid griffon back home, or even any stupid pony. I'm a female in my prime, which means it's high time I got down to business and started laying eggs and having chicks. That means I need a stud to do the job, and only the best stud will do. That means you, Your Highness."

Shining Armor tried to say no, but only his lips would move, smacking together with puffs of air instead of words. His mind was utterly blank, his heart pounding in his chest.

Gilda just smirked again. "Here's how it's gonna go, Your Highness. You're gonna fuck me, and you're gonna cum inside me. And you're gonna do it as many times as I want, to make sure I'm good and pregnant. And you're not going to even think about telling me 'no.' Got it?"

Shining Armor felt like his heart would stop. But the total shock to his system gave him the jolt he needed to finally say something.

"No! I mean - I'm married! No offense of course, if I were single, I'd have already done it half a dozen times by now. But I've got Cadance to think about, and the baby, and-"

"Right," Gilda said, unconvinced. "I don't think you know what you're dealing with."

Suddenly, Gilda's hand shot out straight into Shining Armor's crotch, gripping his nuts through his pants firmly but just shy of painfully. He jumped and made a little squeak of a noise as she started prodding them, feeling them in their swollen, needy state.

"When was the last time you got to take that little preggo Princess of yours to pound town? Sure, I bet things were real fun when you were trying to get her knocked up, but these aren't the balls of a stallion getting his rocks off regularly," Gilda said, a sneer embedded in her words. "You need this. And I need you."

Before Shining Armor could even reply, her hands shot up, and suddenly, his suit was ripped open, buttons scattering as his big, beefy chest was exposed. She groped his built upper body with her talons, feeling over his pecs and shoulders, rubbing over his nipples as her eyes devoured him. She was clearly impressed, hungry for him, and he couldn't help but feel like Cadance had never looked at him with quite this much hunger, this much raw, sexual need for him.

Gilda's words seemed to concur. "Oh yeah. Now this is what I call a real stallion." Shining Armor wanted to reply, but his voice melted into a moan as her hands started to roam lower. Shining Armor knew he should say something, that he should stop her, but the storm of confusing feelings whirled in his mind and in the end he didn't, wondering what she would do next, what praises she would have for him, how far she would take this.

When she yanked down his pants, his cock jumped out, already rock-solid, betraying how much she was right in her assessment. He wasn't getting off as much as he wanted, and this griffoness made him feel like a scared little colt and some big hunky stud all at the same time. But she had said she wanted him to breed her, and that was a call that Shining Armor's balls couldn't resist. Putting a foal in Cadance's belly had been the hottest sex he'd ever had; doing it with this tough, demanding griffoness could be even hotter - at least, that's what he was afraid might be the case.

Gilda was on her knees when his cock sprang out, the black shaft thick before her face, and Shining Armor saw her eyes flash with a harsh, golden glare as she sized him up, licking her beak like he really was her next meal. "Damn, that's nice. No wonder you could barely hide this during your little speech," she said, and the praise sent another thrilling shiver down Shining's spine. "How big is this thing? Eight? Nine inches?"

"Uh... Ten, last I measured..." Shining Armor replied, and even though he did enjoy Gilda's praise for his manhood, he didn't dare like to her. The way she watched him like a hawk, she could tell he wasn't lying either.

"Double digits, eh? Now that's real impressive," she purred. "Just what mama ordered. If I'm gonna get knocked up, I'm not gonna let it be by some small fry. I need a real stud to do it; a big fucking stud with a big fucking dick, just like you."

Shining Armor thought he might jizz from her dirty talk alone. Even if it wasn't the filthiest around, Cadance never spoke to him like this, and his cock throbbed right in front of her face, his flare expanding and a bead of precum forming on the tip, showing his enjoyment. He tried one last round of piecemeal protest, "I'm sorry, but I can't-"

"Shut up," Gilda interrupted him. Before he could say anything else, Gilda's hands withdrew from his body to her own. She wrapped her talons around her top and in one smooth motion, yanked it and her bra off her body, over her head and on the floor, and the big rack restrained by her sports bra flopped out, and Shining Armor was rendered speechless.

Gilda's tits were bigger than her head! Shining Armor didn't know if it was a griffon thing, but he'd never seen anything like it! Such big, soft, heavy mounds, dominating Gilda's chest, flanked by her sturdy shoulders and beefy arms on either side, her stomach flat and trim, yet her rack defied the odds. Shining Armor, like many stallions, had a love of big boobs, and he thought he'd scored with Cadance once her chest developed into a hefty E cup, especially after the pregnancy, but this... Shining Armor didn't know what letter of the alphabet to use for Gilda's boobs! He just couldn't stop staring, slack-jawed and arousal continuing to pump hot and loud through his veins and in his ears, drowning out all thoughts.

Gilda noticed his dumbfounded staring. "Oh? Ya like big boobs, eh?" she taunted him, taking them into her hands to fondle them, roll them around, play with the perky nipples, squeezing and twisting the brown nubs that made Shining Armor release a guttural grunt of dumb lust. She just smirked back at him. "Take it all in, stud. You ain't gonna find some prissy pony with tits like this, I guarantee you that. It takes a real griffon bitch to have a set like mine."

Shining Armor felt himself agreeing with her, but Gilda lurched forward to prove her point. Hefting her breasts up into her hands, she thumped them down in Shining Armor's lap, the weight of them heavy against each of his meaty thighs, and then his heart skipped a beat. Grinning up at him, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him, Gilda enveloped Shining Armor's cock in the folds of her great cleavage until only the top few inches remained, surrounding his shaft with soft, downy warmth. He'd had titjobs before, but he could already tell this was another level entirely.

Gilda squeezed her breasts together, and he felt the pressure squeeze on his shaft likewise, heavenly in the pressure, enveloping his meat almost completely, pressing in but not at all too hard. The sight of those big jugs pressing together was just as good as the sensation, her nipples rolling as she began to roll her breasts around in circles, the squeeze stroking his shaft up and down with the motion. She was working him, soft and hot, his flesh humming with a delightful pleasure.

"Ohh..." Shining Armor could only moan softly. He was far past the point of protesting. He couldn't bring himself to completely invite it, but there was a line where his brain turned off and his balls started to call the shots, and he was way past that line by now. He couldn't really recall the last time Cadance had done anything like this for him, and the attention was sorely needed by the pent-up stallion. Seeing her caramel-colored boobs roll up his shaft like swelling waves, coming up just under the flare, pressing around him like a kiss before rolling away, melting down to the base of his shaft. It had been long enough Shining Armor felt like a horny teen again, like a simple titjob was the best thing he'd ever felt.

Gilda saw the grin on his face, heard the moan, and knew she had him right where she wanted him. "Yeah, you like that," she quipped at him. It wasn't a question or a hook to earn his praise; if anything it was a command. Even if Shining Armor wanted to, everything about Gilda's tone and expression told him not to bother. She'd get what she wanted one way or another, so he might as well enjoy it. And it was hard to deny how much he was enjoying it.

The griffoness was just getting started, though. Opening her beak, Shining Armor had a brief pang of fear when he saw that sharp, hard beak descending for his thick flare, and he opened his mouth to tell her that those two things might not mix well, only to let out another moaning sigh when he felt her tongue lap against his cock. Gilda licked at his shaft thoroughly while she rolled her tits against his meat, working him over like a popsicle, coating every last inch of his upper cock in her slick drool. Shining Armor watched with rapt attention as she worked her pink tongue over his coal-black dick, watching her taste him, relish his flavor, his flesh starting to shine with her drool, even some dribbling down to coat her own tits in her own slobber. It wasn't quite head, but still, he'd never gotten head like this before! Gilda was going crazy for his dick, licking all around it, up and down, like she was starving for it. He waited with rapt attention for the moment when she finally would plunge it into her throat, willing to risk the beak to get his satisfaction, but it never came.

Instead, when she was satisfied with the spit shine she'd given his cock, she leaned back before commenting, "Much better." Then, tits in her hands, she heaved them up his cock, and Shining Armor felt bliss burst through his cock.

"Ohh fuck!" he gasped when Gilda's boobs slid up his shaft, thoroughly lubed up by her spit, the wet embrace still warm and hot, but this was almost better than getting head! The squeeze was still immaculate, the warmth and wetness was all there, but there was nothing obstructing his vision of her big titties rolling and working up his cock, faster now as Gilda picked up the pace. Sure, maybe she could have gotten herself wet in the shower for this, but somehow the tonguework and spit all over the place only made it hotter, slipperier, naughtier.

Shining Armor tried to catch his breath, but his meaty chest could only heave in lungfuls of hot air, and he tried to resist the utter bliss pumping into his dick with every beat of his thumping heart, but he knew it was useless. This was hot, hotter than anything he'd had in... well, a while.

Making love with Cadance was good. When they were teens, even their first kiss was a thrill, let alone losing their virginities together in his bedroom, with his action figures watching his premature climax all the while. Their honeymoon was definitely exciting, and getting pregnant was just about the pinnacle of sexual thrill a stallion could achieve with a mare. But Shining Armor had always wondered what would happen to their spark of passion when the thrills of new experiences faded, when they had run out of first times to have. Sure, they could try spicing things up here and there, but Shining Amor wasn't sure how far trying anal would get them. Cadance was a sweet mare, and she liked to make love. With her, sex was always tender, soft, emotional, and highly intimate. And many nights, that was just what Shining Armor needed, an opportunity to let his guard down and know that every last bit of him was deeply loved and cared for.

But deep down? Shining Armor, like many stallions, wanted to fuck. He wanted it hot and hard, dirty and naughty; he wanted raunchy, sweaty, messy sex that left a mare swooning for his big dick and his bedroom prowess, a king in the sheets just as much as he was a prince on the throne. Gilda's rough, take-charge attitude wasn't quite that, but the wet, messy titjob he was getting was a lot closer to that fantasy than Cadance's tender kissing and lovemaking. He'd never fucked his wife's tits before. He'd never done anything that could be degrading, that might put her beneath him in respect and affection.

Gilda worked Shining Armor's dick with her tits, and Shining Armor couldn't stop his hips from rocking up into them, matching her pace as he got into the groove. He reached out to grope them, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh interlaced with her own talons, but Gilda didn't relinquish control. She wasn't about to sit there passively while Shining Armor fucked her tits, but she'd let him work himself up to the finish for her. And that only made things hotter for Shining Armor somehow. He'd often fantasized about pinning a mare down beneath his strong, muscular body and having his way with her while she moaned and begged for him; he'd never considered a mare wanting him so bad that she'd be willing to pin him down just to get his dick!

Shining Armor could feel the edge rapidly approaching, and even though some part of him knew he shouldn't, he knew he was way too far gone to back down now. His hips were thrusting up into Gilda's tits, his balls clapping against her underboob while she rolled and squeezed her spit-soaked boobs over his big dick, her perky nipples hard for him, Gilda's hungry gaze trained on his meat. She looked up at him, and even beneath him, she didn't feel submissive in the slightest. There was a demand to her harsh glare; his big black flare pointed straight at her face, and her expression only said one thing: do it.

"Fuck... Fuck...! Oh, fuck!" Shining Armor cursed as he felt himself cumming at just the thought of what he was about to do. But he couldn't tear his eyes away as it happened. His balls tightened up, he thrust upward, and his body went rigid, his muscles tensing. His cock throb, and then he exploded with sharp grunt, a big blast of sloppy, thick cum splattering right onto Gilda's face.

She didn't stop even for a second. She rolled her tits harder, stroking him, milking him with her milkers as she took his jizz full-on, relishing the feeling of the warm stripes and splatters of cum coating her beak, her feathers, her eyes, dribbling down her jaw and neck. Shining Armor felt his climax redouble when she licked her beak, collecting a glob onto her tongue, and she swallowed him. "Mmm~" she purred, and Shining Armor could only double over in orgasmic bliss as he fired another shot, splatting against her chin, now coating her heavy tits with milky rivulets of fresh, potent sperm. It was only a titjob, but Shining Armor was left breathless, reeling, numb with utter pleasure, certain that it must have been one of the best orgasms he'd ever had.

Gilda just stood up, wearing his cum with pride, like a warrior's face paint as she now towered over him. When she stood, she just released her tits, freeing his cock as it hung limply between his thighs, softening, thick and satisfied, still drooling the last droplets onto the tile below. With her hands balled into fists on her strong hips, she looked down on him. "Mmm, good. All warmed up, got all that needy shit out of your system. Time to get the real work now." She nodded down at his dick. "Get it up."

Shining Armor couldn't even backtrack to the part where he used his post-nut clarity to tell her he hadn't intended to do that and they should really stop now and never see each other again before he had to respond to her new demands. "Uhh, I can't just get hard again on-command. Stallions don't really work that way, you know?" he tried to reason with her.

Gilda did not look happy with that answer at all. "Don't you unicorns have magic? Cast a spell and get it up."

Shining Armor flushed, a little embarrassed by the command. "Well, we do have some sex spells, but it's not really the kind of thing we just use willy-nilly. It's dangerous to use irresponsibly, so normally we just-"

"I don't recall asking," Gilda interrupted him fiercely. "I believe I told you to get. It. Up."

Being pushed around a little bit had been kind of fun in its own way so far, but as prince and former guard captain, Shining Armor was not the kind of stallion to take orders from some bitchy griffon. Leaning back and meeting her gaze, he said, "Listen, we're done here, I shouldn't-"

Gilda's talons shot out, one on Shining Armor's chest, and another on his crotch, and in an instant she pushed him down, moving him so that his back landed on the bench and his cock was gripped hard in her talons. She pumped him, fast and firm, not quite hurting, but definitely not being gentle, jerking him off while she spoke. "No, you listen. I want eggs. And I want them from a big dick. That's it. I don't care if you're a prince, or a guard captain, or any of that stupid pony shit. All you are to me is hung. So you're gonna cast your little unicorn magic, get your giant fucking cock hard for me, and you're gonna cum in my pussy until I say you can stop. Got it, dweeb?"

Fear coursed through Shining Armor's veins, but it felt suspiciously like arousal, like hot adrenaline, and suddenly he barely needed a spell to feel the stiffness returning to his loins. But just to make sure, he lit up his horn and took his cock in his magic again. A spell for erections wasn't too difficult or dangerous as long as it wasn't overused, but he made sure to give it his all. In her very talons, Gilda felt the half-limp shaft suddenly spring to the fierce, throbbing erection of a teenage colt getting his first handjob.

She grinned at him, fierce and predatory. "Good," she breathed.

Shining Armor watched silently, breathlessly as Gilda stood, stripping her shorts off of her bottoms, and he saw those long, meaty legs exposed, that flat stomach stretching down to what was no doubt a vice-tight, muscular pussy, held between two modest lips. Apparently Gilda was getting off just as much from pushing him around, because Shining Armor could see the pink inner labia between the brown, glistening and moist, ready to claim him at last and seize the prize of his sperm.

He was powerless to resist her, her palm flat on his pec, her fingers digging in as she groped his muscle while she mounted the bench and him. Gilda had been playing nice with him before, getting beneath him and letting him have some freedom and control, but no more. He was her toy now, a glorified dildo and a pair of functioning testes, and she made sure he knew it.

Straddling him, her grip on his shoulders firm as she held him down, she lined herself up, his flare against her cunt. The heat was overwhelming, and just from the preliminary prods, he could tell that all her training and working out paid off; she was tight as could be! Shining Armor knew how to wrestle, he knew how to fight. He could break out, he could stop this. But was he too afraid of Gilda? Or was he too afraid that he might not ever get another chance to breed a pussy this hot, this wet, this tight ever again?

Shining Armor didn't get the chance to figure it out for himself. Gilda took the plunge, and in one long, wet squelch, she forced her iron-grip snatch down onto his fat dick, all the way to the base.

"Ohhh, fuck!"

Both of them moaned aloud together, at the tightness, the size, the heat, the potency of it all. Shining Armor didn't know a pussy could be this tight, squeezing every last inch down to his base with a fierce hunger and precision, and Gilda had never felt a guy this deep in her before, truly filling her up all the way to her cervix and maybe then some. But there was only one thing left to do; Shining Armor didn't have the strength to fight the needs of his balls, and Gilda wasn't about to let him.

Gilda started to ride him like a cheap attraction at the mall. Her body was fine-tuned to take him, honed in every muscle and limb, her thighs flexing to raise herself and set the pace, her ass meaty and thick to slam down onto his hips with power and cushion alike, her core sturdy to keep herself upright and firm atop him, her big arms holding him down while her talons roamed over his own powerful body, appreciating the strength of the stud submitting so completely beneath her. And all the while, her pussy stroked his cock perfectly, clamping onto every inch and sweet spot as it dragged up his meat, tugging at his midring before plunging back down to cram his flare into the hottest, wettest depths of her pussy, soaking his crotch with a fresh charge of juice with each slam down. Cadance had been plenty wet plenty of times, but he'd never fucked a pussy that left his dick absolutely soaked liked this before!

Despite the power of Gilda's cowgirl slamming into his hips, Gilda still managed to appreciate the rest of Shining Armor's body in a way that thrilled him, her hands roaming over his chest before slipping over his shoulders and squeezing his biceps, her voice impressed and mixing with the sound of clapping flesh and wet pussy. "Mmm, that's good... You're pretty well built for a pampered prince. Bet all the pony bitches drool for you," she said, but her praise sounded more like appraisal, admiration for a possession beneath her, literally and figuratively. "Lift up your arms, let me see all of that," she ordered him, and Shining Armor didn't have an issue complying with that. He stretched upward, watching Gilda's eyes trail over every inch of him, over the muscles he worked so hard to develop, the handsome figure he cut, stretched out for her like a pinup. "Yeah, that's it," she said, driving her cunt down onto his dick with a particularly juicy squelch, grinding her hips into his crotch while he inhaled sharply, grunting and shuddering with pleasure.

Shining Armor would have bucked his hips up into her if he had the room, but Gilda's grip on his cock, her weight on his body, ensured that he didn't. And maybe it was for the best that she basically had him trapped; more plausible deniability that way. He wouldn't have to admit to himself how hot this was, how hot this griffoness was. He'd already been planning to masturbate once or twice to the fantasy of her; it would be dishonest to try and claim that he wasn't interested in having sex with her. His policy was always to look and not touch. Well, he was touching a lot now, wishing he could reach up and grope her tits or reach around and get a handful of her ass, but he abstained, partly because she wanted him splayed out for her, posed for her so she could admire his hunky bod, and partly because then a part of him could pretend that this wasn't the hottest sex he'd ever had in his life. This hot, buff griffoness, her bitchy and demanding ways, and that diamond-press of a pussy milking his cock like a machine was better than his first time with a teenage Cadance that lasted a grand total of sixteen seconds, was better than his honeymoon where they made love in the Canterlot royal suite for the first time as a couple after the mayhem Chrysalis had caused, and was even better than getting to dump his balls into his wife and know that he was putting a foal in her eight months ago. She didn't love him, she wanted him - wanted his muscular physique, his impressive dick, and wanted him to breed her like a professional stud.

The thought was clearly getting to Gilda too. Her talons left his chest as she sat up on top of him, leaning her upper body back and her lower body forward a bit as she ground her oozing, juicy crotch into the base of his sheath, trying to angle his long, thick dick to hit her g-spot and mash her clit into his pelvis at the same time, her arms raising up above her head as her eyes closed in pending bliss. "Aww yeah... Fuck, I love this big, fat dick...!" she moaned. Shining Armor smirked a bit. If he didn't have a choice, he might as well do his best to impress her. With some more freedom now, he pounded upward, knowing from experience with Cadance just how to angle himself, scooting down to take the room to thrust sharply upward, slamming his crotch into her clitoris, his flare into the deepest parts of her, even letting his hefty nuts slap up against her ass as he picked up the pace, churning her pussy up to a climax.

His skills paid off. Gilda started to moan louder, her voice filling the locker room. "Ohh fuck yeah! Give it to me! Cream my eggs you big, hung stud!" she growled, her hips slamming down to meet his upward thrusts, the heat churning between them on the bench, Gilda's tits bouncing tantalizingly before Shining Armor's eyes. He'd never seen such a confident display of female power and pleasure above him, but he was about to get a lot more. "Yeah...! Yeah! Ohh, fuck that's it! Yes!!!" Gilda shrieked, her voice even turning into a squawk at the end as her body jerked sharply, mashing down into Shining Armor's body. When it did, the floodgates opened, Gilda's pussy slid down on his dick and squirted hard into his crotch, juices splattering against his pelvis, against his firm abs, splashing his thighs and soaking his balls as hot, runny, clear fluids sprayed and gushed all over them, soaking their lower bodies and forming puddles on the bench that dripped down in streams to the tile below. Gilda's claws came down, gripping tight against Shining Armor's strong chest, and she cried out loud and strong, her pussy seizing onto his dick the same way her powerful, squirting climax seized her entire body.

How could Shining Armor hold back? Cadance had definitely never squirted before, and definitely not this much! Gilda was a geyser of sex and pleasure on top of him, cumming her brains out over his big dick, and he couldn't fight his natural male instincts any longer. He wanted to cum in her, he wanted to breed her, he wanted to enjoy the hottest sex of his life and finish it off right!

"Oh gods...! Gilda! I'm cumming-!" he gasped out his last words before he felt his flare expanding, his balls tightening, and his vision going hot and hazy with an orgasm like no other right on the horizon. He still had one last moment to pull out, to throw the climaxing griffoness off of him and at least avoid the chance of impregnating her, but he couldn't deny himself the chance of this ultimate pleasure. Slamming up into her, he threw his head back and let the pleasure flow. "Uuurrggghhhhh!!!" he bellowed as his flare expanded and felt the first blast of white-hot sperm fire from his fat dick directly into Gilda's womb.

The two devolved into chaotic grinding and mashing of their genitals, riding the waves of their climaxes in utter, animalistic bliss, reveling in the gut-wrenching pleasure that pumped through their veins. When it was over, Shining Armor struggled to recover. He was breathless, sweaty, his head dizzy and his balls intensely satisfied. For just a moment, he allowed himself to indulge in a moment of pride. "Now that's how Prince Shining Armor breeds a mare..." he said with a little chuckle.

"Cute," Gilda said condescendingly. "I almost wish I caught that on video, but I guess these pics will have to do."

Shining Armor's eyes went wide, and even with Gilda still on top of him, he immediately snapped out of the coital bliss with sobering speed. Looking up at the naked griffoness, he saw her smirking down at him, waving her phone at him. He didn't know where she had even managed to get that, but on the screen was a clear picture of him, naked beneath her brown thighs, his face contorted in what was obviously a rapturous orgasm, undoubtedly ejaculating directly inside of her. For good measure, Gilda managed to stick her middle talon into the frame without obscuring the shot of him; a final "fuck you" to - who? Him? Cadance? Everyone?

"Oh shit," Shining Armor blurted out.

Gilda didn't seem flustered at all. She clambered off of him with a sloppy squelch that Shining Armor felt in his gut as a cocktail of her juices and his cum drooled out of her, onto the bench and floor as she headed over her to discarded clothes. "I'll give you this, dweeb, that was the best fuck I've had in a long time. Not only are you hung, you're not bad in the sack either, easy on the eyes - I'm not about to give that up. Plus, griffon-pony cross fertility can be a real bitch, so who knows how many tries it'll take before I'm poppin' out eggs. So here's the deal: you're gonna be my personal stud for the entire Games. When I want, where I want, how I want it. No pulling out, no complaints. And in exchange, I'll make sure your pretty pony Princess never sees this," she said, waving her phone in one hand as she slipped her shorts on with the other.

Shining Armor felt his gut twist itself up as he tried to sit up on the soaked and sticky bench. "What? N-no, I can't! Once is bad enough, but-"

Again, Gilda interrupted him. "Stop. Don't even try that shit. I know for damn sure that no pony mare fucks half as good as I do. You stallions are always so shy and nervous until you get a bitch who can give you exactly what you want. Because at the end of the day, all you males are the same: you want it hot and nasty. You're a breeding stud deep down, no matter what kind of title you have. So if you want to put those balls to use for once and fuck like a stud instead of getting it soft and sweet, you're gonna show up tomorrow and fuck me all over again." To emphasize her point, Gilda strode right up to Shining Armor, reached down, and gripped both of his spent nuts tight in her grasp again, almost hurting as she glared him straight in his eyes as she hissed, "Because you and I both know that these balls are what you're thinking with. And these balls? Want to breed me."

Gilda released Shining Armor's tender nuts, who gasped, not realizing he had been holding his breath, and she simply slipped her bra and top back on as she headed out of the locker room, her business completed. For now.

Shining Armor could only numbly stumble into the shower. Turning on the water, he leaned against the pole, staring dumbly at his feet, the floor tiles, and his own limp dick hanging happy and satisfied between his thighs. What had he gotten himself into?

He couldn't keep doing this. This was... rape? Or... cheating? Whatever it was, he could NOT tell his wife what had happened, what he'd done. But he couldn't stop it either. But how could he keep this up? How could he knowingly show up tomorrow and meat with that big, buff, terrifying griffoness, knowing that she would be all over him, demanding that he pound her, telling him over and over again how much of a stud he was, how big his dick was, begging that he breed her over and over and over again...

Shining Armor was mortified to find that his cock had grown stiff again, a weak but needy erection. He gulped as he reached down to grip it, stroking it with a meager pace before working himself up again to a horny fervor, hot water soothing his tired muscles as he pleasured himself in the open shower space, alone.

It looked like he'd end up jacking off in the shower while fantasizing about that griffoness after all... for better or for worse.