The XXX Games

Gilda stretched back in the bed of the royal suite, the very same one she was in when all of the tables turned for the prince and princess of the Crystal Empire. That day felt like so long ago, as did the Equestria Games themselves. At the time, Gilda had been furious to only win a silver medal in the heavyweight competitions for Griffonstone, losing to Zebrica by just a little bit, but her anger at the loss had been cooled by all that had happened since.

She laid a talon over her belly, swollen to a great degree. The egg would no doubt come soon; her breasts were heavy with milk as well, so swollen they ached with the stuff. But the bed was comfortable, at least. Shining Armor had performed his duties well, and she was certainly pregnant with his offspring. Cadance had been a surprising addition, but a welcome one. Shining Armor was good for the physical comforts she needed, an ideal sperm donor and dildo when her hormones spiked and filled her with uncontrollable horniness, but Cadance was really the final piece that tied all of this together. Now that Flurry Heart had been born, Cadance had more energy (and mobility) to be able to run the country while Gilda kept her husband busy in her new bed. Plus, Cadance knew a lot more about pregnancy than Shining Armor did, and even if there were some important differences between pony and griffon pregnancy, Cadance had just gained enough experience to be the expert that Gilda needed.

Even now, Cadance was rubbing Gilda's swollen foot talons, and the griffoness's eyes rolled with shuddering delight as relief passed through her. "Ugh, I don't know how my feet get so sore. I'm like a fucking beached whale, sitting on this bed all day. I only get up to piss!" Gilda complained. Sure, she could have gotten up to eat or stretch, but why bother? With the royals in her pocket, she had a whole castle staff that had been instructed to follow her orders, and Gilda made good use of them. They brought her meals and fetched her whatever she asked for. Being waited on hand and foot - now this was the life Gilda had always dreamed about! And they were quiet too; the whole castle knew by now that Gilda was screwing Shining Armor multiple times a day, and that the prince and princess hadn't shared a bed in months, but the public still had yet to find out, only rumors circulating. And Gilda aimed to keep it that way until it suited her needs.

Cadance just chuckled and smiled at Gilda's complaining. The pink princess had returned to her slender shape after giving birth, mostly. Some of the baby weight had clung to her stomach and thighs, and her breasts were plenty swollen with milk themselves, although they couldn't hold a candle to Gilda's massive udders. She wore a gauzy, crystal-laced dress that sparkled in the bright noon sunlight that filtered into the suite, in stark contrast with Gilda's sloven nudity. Indeed, everyone in the Crystal Palace was used to the sight of the bloated, naked griffoness by now, even used to seeing her legs spread with their prince plowing into her. But Cadance didn't seem to mind at all. "I'd say you're doing very well, Mistress," Cadance addressed her. "For being so close to the laying stage, you certainly have a lot of energy - a lot more than I did when I was about to give birth to Flurry Heart!"

Gilda remembered those days well, the early days of this little threesome they had. Heaving her breasts up again to readjust them, some milk dribbling down at even the slightest jiggle, Gilda groaned, "Mmm, yeah, I guess you're right. Even if I am a beached whale, I can still get your husband's dick harder than you ever could," she jabbed. Gilda's beak curled into a grin when she saw the slightest shiver run through Cadance at the insult, the thrill of excitement. Cadance had grown to love the teasing, the humiliation, and it was no secret now that she got off on all of it. Gilda just stretched again, arching her back and trying to get comfortable amid the tangle of sheets, her big nipples continuing to ooze as she added, "I just wish this damn egg would pop out already. With how big I am, I think I can tell when it's good and ready!"

Cadance quietly retrieved a silken handkerchief and began to wipe up the dribbling milk from Gilda's tits as she answered, "Well, I suppose you could always try to induce the laying."

Gilda raised an eyebrow at the mare dabbing at her nipples. "What are you talking about?" she barked.

"Well, there are some spells that might be able to force it to happen. They use them for medical reasons, and you might be big enough that the size of the egg could be a safety issue. But there are also a number of old mares' tales, like that eating spicy food can bring on the contractions."

"I hate hot food," Gilda spat, recalling past bad experiences with pranks and hot sauce at the hands of Rainbow Dash.

Cadance nodded along. "Or some say that doing jumping jacks can cause labor."

"Do I look like I can do fucking jumping jacks?" Gilda hissed, trying to sit up and failing as she pointed sharply at her pregnant belly.

Cadance leaned back but tried to offer help. "Of course, silly me," she said. "But maybe you'd want to try sex? I know a lot of mares swear that doing it with their husbands caused them to go into labor. Maybe it could work for you?"

Gilda raised an eyebrow and a grin at Cadance. She didn't know if Cadance was telling the truth, or if she was just trying to bait Gilda into cuckolding her again. But then again, she supposed it didn't really matter in the end. "Yeah... Yeah, that's not a bad idea," Gilda said. "Why don't you go make yourself useful and get your husband up here to do his job? I'll screw him all afternoon and we'll see if we can't get this egg to pop, eh?"

"Of course! I'll cover his duties in the mean time, Mistress," Cadance said as her eyes lit up. The princess stood, hurrying to the door, but she just couldn't contain her excitement, blurting out before she left, "Ooh, I just can't wait to see it! My Shining Armor becoming a father all over again! It's just so sweet, so precious, so-!"

"Yeah yeah, yeah," Gilda cut her off. "Less of that mushy crap, more dick in my cunt. C'mon, chop chop!" she ordered. Cadance hurried out, and Gilda shifted again, trying to get comfortable while she waited for her stud in shining armor to arrive. She knew that was the real reason Cadance was so thrilled about this: more than her own husband, she had discovered a deep love of being a parent, and there was something about the stallion she loved having another child that thrilled Cadance to no end. It didn't matter to Gilda either way, as long as she got what she wanted.

But what she wanted now was to get this fucking egg out of her. And some good dick. But at least now, she only had to wait a few minutes for her cock to arrive and do his job.

She sprawled out, stretching her arms back, and gave a contented sigh. Yeah, life in the Crystal Empire was pretty damn sweet...

"You're up, tiger." It was the only words Cadance said to him, and the only words Shining Armor needed to hear before springing into action.

He stood up from the table where his guard captain and security team were going over the details for the upcoming Crystal Festival and quickly excused himself. "I'm sorry, I've got to step away for some urgent business, but my wife can take it from here," he assured them. His stallions gave him some puzzled looks, their eyes lingering on his back as he stepped out of the meeting room, but he just hurried out, Cadance giving him a wink as he passed her by. It was hard to say if his guards knew exactly what was going on or not, but even if they did, it didn't change a thing. He had a job to do.

His heels struck quickly against the floors as he strutted down the halls, no longer at an easy pace, but a determined march toward his destination. The past six months had brought a lot of changes to Shining Armor's life, some anticipated, and some not. Gilda had indeed become pregnant, and there was no doubt he was the father. But that hadn't ended his physical duties to her; no, it had only solidified them. Gilda was an absolute taskmaster when it came to him.

Shining Armor couldn't remember the last time he had merely cuddled, or had a date with his wife, or even had a night to himself to just enjoy a break. Gilda's demands were constant. She called him to fuck first thing in the morning. She fucked him a couple times throughout the day. And at night she fucked him until he was completely drained, only stopping when her own stamina gave way and she was at last satisfied. The griffoness had the appetite and the ferocity of a dragon, and the hormones from the pregnancy had only worsened things. It wasn't even lunch yet, and Shining Armor had already had sex four times that day. And Gilda wasn't the type to take things slow or enjoy even a shred of intimacy or connection. She really did treat him like a living dildo, a cock that happened to be attached to a pony, and she was wholly uninterested in anything that wasn't his the slab of flesh between his thighs. He barely said a word to her except to obey her orders or praise her, and he certainly didn't have any time or energy for his wife, even if Gilda permitted him to have sex with her. No, he had fallen completely from renowned crown prince of the Crystal Empire to a broken-in sex slave for a big, bitchy griffoness.

And he loved it. Yes, Gilda could be harsh, even cruel, distant, and plenty aloof. She laughed at his feeble attempts to assert his personhood to her, to try and be anything but a dick for her to ride, and she mocked how quickly he had discarded his loving relationship just to fuck her. But even the way her words burned was a thrill to him. He'd never had so much sex in his entire life; in just a month he'd probably fucked Gilda more times than he'd ever fucked Cadance through their entire marriage. And by now, his balls were accustomed to it, anticipating it, always nagging at the edge of his mind, wondering when Gilda would call again, when he'd get laid next, when he would again be blissfully plunging himself into his mistress's cunt and lost in the rapture of orgasm after orgasm after endless orgasm.

It had been less than an hour since she'd called him last. He thought he might be able to get through this minor security meeting before she'd ask for him again, but her appetite wouldn't even allow for that. There was no way he could be prince and her stud at the same time, and he had all but forfeited his crown to be her toy. Yet as he strode quickly down the halls to meet her demands, he could already feel the erection forming down the leg of his trousers, eager to perform his duties again, the only purpose he had anymore. He wondered if it were possible for his cutie mark to change; no longer did he feel like protecting and serving Equestria or his sister or his wife were his special gifts. No, he was certain now that the only thing he was good for was fucking Gilda as much as she wanted, whenever and wherever she asked.

Shining Armor alwasy felt a flutter of nervousness whenever he reached the door to the royal suite now. Even though he was the prince, it didn't feel like his room anymore; this was the lair where Gilda awaited him. Approaching this room was more nerve-wracking than approaching Celestia's throne. But it was exciting as well, since he knew exactly what awaited him.

He threw open the doors, and there lay Gilda, bigger than ever, heavily pregnant with his offspring, naked with her breasts sagging on either side of her chest, her big arms reclining above her head and her thighs spread in part due to her gravid state and in part anticipating his arrival. He could already feel his loins stirring. "You called, Mistress?" he greeted her.

Gilda wasted no time on pleasantries with him. "Finally, you're here. My tits are killing me today. Get up here and fuck them for a little bit, that should help with the ache and get me warmed up."

"Yes, Mistress!" Shining Armor sprang into action. His clothing came off fast, piece by piece as he made his way to the grand bed where Gilda awaited him. He knew better than to make her wait. Gilda had a short temper and no longer tolerated any hesitation from him. When she gave an order, there was no choice but to obey.

Soon, the handsome prince was naked and sporting a firm erection, ready to please the woman who wasn't his wife. Despite having his libido pushed to his limits day in and day out by the horny griffoness, Shining Armor found it easier to get it up for Gilda more and more. His body was adjusting to the habits, able to force itself into arousal a bit more easily than it had before Gilda. Before Gilda, he'd have been utterly spent at the prospect of having sex four times in a day. Now he had done that much in one morning and could still get up a solid erection for her. He knew he'd be using magic to force more erections for her before he left the room, but even the painful process of that had become exciting and arousing in its own right. Now, having sex a dozen times in a day wasn't uncommon for him, or even more if Gilda wanted it. It was only about what she wanted, and his loins could only comply.

Gilda only glowered at him impatiently as he clambered up onto the bed and moved into a straddling position overtop her, his ass resting lightly against her bulging belly. Gilda wasn't about to move or do any of the work for him if she didn't have to, so she just stared at him, making him feel small under the weight of her gaze. Yet the rest of her body splayed out before him, no less those heaving tits that utterly dominated her torso. He thought Cadance had a pretty big rack when he met her, and even more after she'd gotten pregnant, but in all his life he'd never seen breasts as big as Gilda's; if she wasn't so strong, she definitely would have suffered horrible back pains. As Shining Armor reached out for them, they dwarfed his hands, his fingers sinking into the huge mounds of flesh with plenty to spare, big enough to rest his head into.

"Ahh, that's good," Gilda sighed as Shining Armor's hands started to knead her breasts as best as he could, his cock poking between the bottom of her cleavage as he sat atop her. He barely had to massage into her boobs before milk started to dribble from her thick, pert nipples, leaking down over his hands. It seemed like a lot, but Shining Armor knew that this was only the beginning. "Well?" Gilda glared up at him after a few moments of the massage.

"Yes, Mistress," he obeyed. With an excited twitch of his cock, he used his hands to part Gilda's massive tits, opening a canyon of cleavage for him to slide his meat between, already lubricated a bit with the rivulets of milk trickling down inside, warm and wet. He hissed in delight as he pressed her boobs together, enclosing them around his cock and giving them a firm squeeze. More milk began to dribble freely from her nipples, and Gilda groaned back.

"C'mon, don't hold back on me," Gilda ordered, watching him from below expectantly. Shining Armor just nodded and drew his hips back, pounding forward as he held her tits in a firm grip, squishing them together and creating a tight yet soft and pliant passage for his big cock to disappear into. Gilda didn't like to waste time building up with slow thrusts, so the stud got to work laying into them, titfucking her hard and making her breasts ripple with heavy waves each time his hips impacted against them. They were so big and full of milk, even his generous endowment couldn't breach the top of her cleavage near her collarbone, his throbbing flare and shaft enveloped completely in her breasts, all the way to the balls that sired the egg inside of her.

And with each thrust, a new spurt of milk squirted from her nipples, her tits wobbling heavily, causing streams of creamy white to flow every which way down her tits, pooling in between them and soaking around Shining Armor's cock before flowing down her belly, or running down the sides and onto the mattress beneath her, or even flinging droplets further, splatting the floor around the bed with fresh cream. Even if Shining Armor didn't want to make a mess, Gilda would have never allowed it, always urging him to use his full power whether he was fucking her tits or her pussy, and that meant splashes of milk would hit the tiles, the posters of the bed, maybe even the walls as the strong prince gave Gilda exactly the titfuking she wanted. All the while, he was in heaven. There was just so much breast to work with, so much soft flesh to sink his cock into, and the milk only made things better, wetter, hotter and dirtier all at once. Before long, he felt as if his cock was swimming in her milk, his balls soaked in it, his fingers coated and Gilda's entire upper body sopping wet, and still more continued to flow.

Gilda seemed only to enjoy it. "Mmm, fuck, that's good..." she groaned, her own hands coming up to grope her breasts and roll them around, massaging them in time and rhythm with Shining Armor's pounding hips. Shining Armor didn't quite know how, but it was clearly a relief to Gilda to be on the receiving end of a titfuck like this. Perhaps this was just a more fun way of draining the excessive milk that made her tits so swollen and sore? Shining Armor certainly wasn't complaining.

Leaning forward, the white stallion raised himself up on his knees to give himself as much leverage as possible in fucking Gilda's heaving breasts. He could feel himself getting closer already, even if it would only be the first in as many more climaxes as Gilda wanted from him. He hadn't even touched her pussy yet, and he wouldn't be leaving this room without satisfying his mistress. But he dared not do anything without her permission. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long. Tossing his head back with a quivering moan, when he recovered he looked down at the busty, bitchy griffoness below him, glaring fiercely into his eyes.

"C'mon, dweeb. Give it to me," she taunted him.

"Yes...! Mistress...!" Shining Armor obeyed. Her command alone was better than any physical sensation his penis could experience. Being ordered to cum by Gilda was a high for him unlike any he'd ever known. He could have been standing still and his cock would have responded, throbbed and twitched, his balls tightening to obey. The words alone filled him with a rush of pleasure, an ecstatic high that triggered his climax almost immediately. His fingers dug tight into her breasts, squeezing into her nipples and feelings spurts of warm milk splash against his palms as his soaking wet cock was stroked to climax between her soft, massive cleavage. With some panting moans and a few more rapid thrusts, Shining Armor finally plunged himself to the hilt, a shuddering groan escaping his lips as he released as ordered. His flare expanded, and a shot of cum fired from the hidden valley of Gilda's cleavage, splattering the griffoness right across the beak. But she didn't object, a wicked, satisfied glare crossing her face as Shining Armor's cum blasted over her chest, her neck, and plenty over her face, her beak, even her eyes and mouth when she opened her beak to breathe. No matter how many times a day Gilda forced an orgasm out of Shining Armor, it felt like his balls always had just another load of fresh, creamy jizz waiting for her, and now Gilda relished the facial his crown jewels gave her.

She didn't bother waiting for him to come down from his climax before she was shoving him off of her, spreading her thighs again. "Go on, get to work, dweeb," she commanded him. She didn't even have to tell him what she wanted or any specifics anymore. He knew exactly what she was asking for.

"Yes, Mistress!" Shining Armor replied again. It felt like he said less and less these days, and often those were the only words he spoke in a day; further solidifying his status as little more than a tool, a toy, an object for Gilda's pleasure. As he fell off of her body with her shove, he scrambled to recover himself, his horn flaring up with an erection spell that he'd grown all too familiar with lately. He felt his cock resist the magic, wanting to stay soft and have some rest, aching in protest at the forced hardness that surged through it, but it still had a lot of work to do, and there would be no time for recovery. Surging to an aching, forced stiffness, Shining Armor made his way between Gilda's thick thighs, much of her upper body obscured by the bulging pregnancy before him, but between her belly and the extra weight on her thighs, Shining Armor could spot her treasure. Her plump griffoness pussy had been plenty worked up by the titfuck, sopping wet just as much as her breasts were, waiting for him.

There was no time to waste. If she had wanted him to eat her out, she would have ordered him to. She wanted him to fuck her, and with the desperation of a lowly servant snapping at the order of a tyrant king, Shining Armor clambered between Gilda's thighs and buried his dick into her pussy as fast as he could, sinking to the balls as he wrapped his arms around her hips, hugging his chest to her pregnant belly, pumping his hips to a fast pace for her pleasure.

Gilda just groaned again, her back arching as the real satisfaction began to fill her. "Yeah, that's it, stud. Fuck me like the cockmeat you are." The insult only sent another hot charge through Shining Armor, and even being called 'stud' now carried the same weight and impact as when she called him 'dweeb.' Her pussy was still vice-tight around his cock, clamping down on him and pulling him in to her cervix, demanding that he take her to the balls and give her every last inch he had, but he somehow felt the rest of him almost fade away. The rest of his body and identity didn't matter in Gilda's presence, all that mattered was his cock, slamming her pussy with everything he could muster.

He gripped her hips tightly, her thighs spread wide for him as he fucked Gilda at a truly breakneck pace, just the way she liked. Her tits heaved and wobbled with every impact, milk continuing to leak from her, and through the mind-numbing pleasure of his mistress's heavenly pussy, Shining Armor did his best to focus on Gilda's. He didn't let up for a moment, making sure to hit the deepest parts of her, to give her the force she wanted, not to slow down even a little bit lest she snap at him. All his attention was on her responses, working with her for her pleasure, on being a good cock for her.

"Ahh, fuck yeah," Gilda grunted as Shining Armor laid into her. "That's what you're good for, stud. Now cum for me. Cum right in this fucking griffon pussy," she demanded, massaging her tits as she worked herself up to her own climax.

Shining Armor's climax did seem to do a lot for Gilda; maybe she just liked seeing his face twist in desperate bliss while she used him like a toy. But again, no sooner had she given the order did Shining Armor feel the overwhelming surge of pressure and ecstasy building inside of him, his cock fighting through the ache to deliver on Gilda's order. He had barely started, but already she was demanding an orgasm from him, and had no choice but to obey, his body overriding his will. "Yes Mistress...!" he gasped again.

Shining Armor thrust to the hilt in her and started to cum, flooding her snatch with his thick load, and Gilda quaked to feel the hot, steaming spunk pour inside of her. "Fuck, that's it! Mmmm, cum in me, stud! Be a good dick for your mistress!" she bellowed before toppling into her own squirting climax, her cunt gushing a blast of hot pussy juice onto Shining Armor's crotch as her back arched and her talons dug into his shoulders. But as Shining Armor came down from the high, Gilda wouldn't even let him have a moment to think about resting. "I didn't say stop," she barked at him.

"Yes, mistress!" he repeated his only words. His horn flared, his cock and balls seized with a sharp pain that soon subsided as he forced another massively stiff erection, and he continued fucking her. The bed rocked. Sweat began to pour down his body, stinging his eyes and rolling down his back. His hips began to ache as well, his thighs burning with the concentrated effort Gilda demanded, like sprinting a marathon. He gulped air into his lungs as best he could to fuck Gilda as hard and fast as he could, his cock wanting to stop but his balls, his libido, still eager for more.

Gilda looked at him, satisfied with her first orgasm but her appetite far from sated. She reached out to stroke his cheek, entertained by the effort he was going to in fucking her, getting off on his submission to her just as much as she was getting off on his cock plowing her. "Mmm, that's a good stud. You love pleasing your mistress, don't you?" she asked with a moan.

"I do, Mistress!" Shining Armor replied quickly, looking over her belly and past her tits to meet her gaze while he rammed his cock into her unceasingly. "I love being your stud!"

"That's right," the griffoness gloated. But with a smirk she added, "But I know what you love more. You like knowing you're a good stud, don't you?" she teased. "You like it when I tell you how good your dick is. You love hearing how fucking big your cock feels inside of me." Shining Armor let out a shuddering groan as her words of praise filled him with pride and pleasure, his eyes rolling as his hips rocked her, fucking her like crazy as the bed creaked beneath him with every impact. Gilda just laughed and continued, "Yeah, that's it. You stallions are so fucking simple. You really do have balls for brains," she taunted.

"Yes, Mistress, I do! All I've ever thought about was sex!" Shining Armor cried out to her as his cock plunged and throbbed deep inside of her tight passage. "All I ever think about is fucking you!"

Gilda snorted. "Yeah, that's it. Good stud," she praised him. As if to prove her point, she continued with her praise, watching Shining Armor writhe in pleasure as he laid into her. "Your dick is so fucking big. That's the only reason I picked you: because I knew you were hung. Not because you're a prince. Not for your looks or your brain. Only because you've got a big fucking dick." Shining Armor could hardly take it. It was such a simple way to stroke his ego and yet wear down his personhood at the same time. He was nothing more than a big dick to Gilda, but what more could a stallion ever want to be? Gilda's nails dug into his back as she hissed in delight. "Now cum for me again. Cum in me you big, hung stud! Let me feel every inch of your big, fat dick!"

Shining Armor plunged himself balls deep immediately, thrown into a second climax, filling Gilda's clenching, squirting pussy with another hot load of jizz as she cried out for him.

"More," she demanded. His cock begged for mercy as he forced it to hardness. He felt as if he could barely breathe. The physical agony of exertion outweighed the pleasure. But he was her stud, and he had a job to do.

Shining Armor shut his eyes, trying to focus only on keeping his hips moving, on fucking Gilda's heavenly pussy as long as his body would allow. In any other circumstance, he would have considered this forced sex a form a torture, far exceeding the limits of a male's sex drive. Even as a teenage colt with his first porn magazines, Shining Armor wasn't horny enough to keep up with Gilda's demands. Yet somehow, now, his libido persisted, wondering just how many times she would force him to cum, the pain and pleasure blending and blurring together until it was all the same rapturous ache. As long as Gilda demanded it, his cock would stay hard and his balls would give her one more orgasm.

"You love this, don't you?" Gilda growled in his ear, biting at it with her beak, another small pain to add to the hot storm of it building in his body.

"Yes, Mistress!" he gasped.

She tweaked his ear as a harsh love bite. "You love this more than you love your wife, don't you?" she pressed.

"Yes, Mistress!" Shining Armor replied immediately. "You're so much hotter than Cadance! Your tits are bigger, your pussy's tighter, you're bigger and stronger and way better in bed than she ever could be! I don't want to have sex with her at all! Even if I did, I would just think about having sex with you!" The words were the ultimate betrayal, committed again and again with every thrust, but when he thought about his teenage romance with Cadance, the wedding, and getting pregnant with Flurry Heart, the genuine love he had once shared with Cadance only made fucking Gilda hotter.

Gilda's talons dug into his back, raking down until she reached to grab for his sweaty ass, pulling him into her as she hissed with delight. "You love me, don't you?" Gilda said proudly. "Tell me, stud!"

"Yes, Mistress!" Shining Armor cried out.

"Tell me as you cum in me!" Gilda demanded.

Shining Armor felt the climax rush upon him, his balls aching to churn out another full load as ecstasy overwhelmed him. As his flare expanded and the jizz blasted into her, he roared back, "I love you, Gilda! I don't love Cadance! I never loved Cadance! I love fucking you! I love being your stud! I love you!"

"That's right!" Gilda roared as she came with him, the bed thoroughly soaked beneath her. "Again!" she demanded.

But Shining Armor couldn't. He could barely light his horn up. He collapsed on top of her, a hot, sweaty, messy heap, desperate for even a moment to catch his breath. But Gilda still needed more.

"I didn't say to stop!" she roared at him.

"Mistress, I..." Shining Armor tried, but he couldn't even finish the sentence.

He felt Gilda's rage flare inside of her. Even pregnant, she still had plenty of power to throw him off of her, onto his back, where suddenly she pounced on top of him, nearly knocking the wind out of him as her extra weight landed on his body. Her hand grabbed his horn roughly, jerking his head and forcing him to make eye contact with her. "Cast your stupid spell," she seethed.

"Yes, Mistress!" he complied. His horn lit up. "Nnng, fuck!" he gasped as he forced yet another erection in quick succession, his vision swimming and a rush of adrenaline shooting through him. He felt like he could barely stay conscious with the sexual, physical, and magical exertion she was putting him through.

But all of that was overpowered by the hot, wet, tight squelch of Gilda sinking her pussy down onto his cock as she started to ride the hell out of him. He could barely reach to put his hands on her hips, but she made sure he was pinned down, a hand on his chest as she slammed her cunt down onto his dick with a force that made the bed beg for mercy. "Listen here, dweeb, we're not done until I say we're done. Got it?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Shining Armor cried in desperation, feeling like the breath was being ridden out of him as Gilda's cunt stroked him with heavy force. Looking up at her from this familiar position, most of what he could see was her pregnant belly, but above her massive tits wobbled, slinging dribbles of milk around the room with every bounce on his cock, and his chest, muzzle, and face were quickly spattered with droplets of fresh, warm milk, as if she was giving him her own facial.

Still yet, her vicious taunts and demands continued to stream from her beak as she ground her hips into him. "You're nothing but a cock. You exist to fuck me. You're not a prince anymore. You're not a husband. You're not a father. You're not even a pony! You are a cock. I don't care about what you think or what you feel or what you want. You're nothing but a big, fat cock to me. That's all you've ever been. That's all you're ever going to be. This is all you'll ever be good for."

Her words rang in Shining Armor's ears with the overwhelming power of her cowgirl position, and he felt every one of them. With each hateful sentence he felt his ponyhood slipping away from him, as if his very cutie mark might be fading from his flank with every word. He couldn't think. He could barely feel anything inside of him, his emotions overridden by the feelings outside of him. The burning in his lungs, the sweat down his body, even the milk splattering on his face didn't matter. All he felt was his cock. Being ridden, being stroked and squeezed by tight pussy, right where he belonged beneath his mistress.

"Yes, Mistress..." Shining Armor gasped. "I'm- I'm just a cock! I'm your cock! Use me! Fuck me whenever you want! Fuck me all day and all night! It's all I am! It's all I want! Please, Mistress!" he begged.

Gilda smirked above him, her thighs clenching at his hips and her belly and tits bouncing as she laid into him. "That's right. Now shut up and cum in me, cockmeat, like you were made to do."

"Ahhhh! Yes, Mistress-!" Shining Armor bellowed, the words forcing another climax out of him, after the one before and the one before that and the one before that. Orgasm was all he felt now, no other thoughts or feelings or desires except to cum again, to cum inside his mistress. He felt every pulse, every glob of fresh, hot cum pumping into Gilda, and every sensation of her own climax coming on, her cunt gripping him, stroking him, her cervix landing on his swollen flare and grinding into the head of his dick as his balls fed her needy pussy squirting onto his hips and soaking the bed.

"Fuck yes! Fuck yes!" Gilda roared, loud enough that the whole palace could have heard it. Shining Armor's entire body and mind was reeling with pleasure, feeling the massive orgasm Gilda was having on top of his dick, squirting like crazy as they trembled and ground into each other. She gushed hard on top of him, and then gushed some more... and some more... and even after Shining Armor's balls had pumped their last shot of jizz into her, Gilda was still squirting hard.

That wasn't normal. Something was happening.

"Fuck, it's coming!" Gilda shrieked.

"What?" Shining Armor asked in a spent, delirious daze.

"The fucking egg, dipshit! The egg is coming!"

"Oh, shit!" Shining Armor suddenly felt a second wind pour through his tired body as Gilda fell off of him, landing back on the bed, her legs already spreading wide. The juices coming from her in spurts and leaks were no longer orgasmic squirts, but her water breaking. Even though he had recently been through this, or the equivalent, with Cadance, he still felt a panic flood through him. "Should I - should I call someone?" he asked.

"I'm fine!" Gilda huffed. "We griffons aren't like you ponies! I'll have this thing popped out in a second. Just - nnng! Just get down there and get ready to help it out, dweeb!" she ordered him.

Shining Armor nodded, clambering between her thighs to examine her pussy. It looked very pink, the outer labia spread to reveal the inner folds, leaking heavily. Shining Armor didn't know how this compared to pony birth, how different laying an egg was to having a foal, but Gilda didn't seem like she was in tremendous pain; just a hard effort. Then again, she never would have let on if this hurt.

"I can't believe this is happening now," he muttered to himself.

"That was the point," Gilda said. "Your dick finally rocked this thing enough to get it ready to pop out! Now get ready for it!"

Shining Armor's eyes went wide. Everything seemed to happen all at once. Suddenly, Gilda's folds were parting, he saw a white object emerging - the egg! Every time it moved, it came with another gush of juices that squirted and sprayed around it and Gilda's pussy, along with a coarse squawk from the mother. "That's it! That's it! Come on!" Gilda roared, and Shining Armor didn't know if she was pumping herself up at the gym, or having more orgasms with the way she was squirting all over the bed, her thighs, and just about everything else.

The egg lurched forward. Shining Armor reached for it. Gilda screamed like a dragon as Shining Armor pulled, and then with a wet slurp and a final, intense gush of clear juices, the egg popped out into its father's arms.

The tip was mostly white, but swirled with shades of blue, like Shining Armor's mane, that covered most of the upper half. The whole thing was the size and weight of a large watermelon, maybe - big enough to hold an infant and whatever else was in there. Shining Armor cradled it delicately.

"It... It looks like me," he said in pure awe. Indeed, if one could somehow turn Shining Armor into an egg, it would look exactly like this one.

Gilda was panting, breathless, sprawled out on the bed, wet and tired, but smiling. "It's so the fathers know whose is whose," she explained. "Griffon eggs tend to look like their dads so they don't end up sitting on some other guy's eggs if their mate is screwing someone else behind their back." Shining Armor let her words sink in. It was confirmation like there ever was one... this was his egg! This was his child, fathered with Gilda!

"It... it really is mine then..." he said.

"Congrats," Gilda said quietly, almost softly. Almost.

Shining Armor looked up at the tired griffoness incredulously. "Does that mean... I have to sit on it?"

Gilda laughed. "No way. You ponies don't have the instincts to manage your weight like that. You'd probably crush it. I'll sit on it."

Shining Armor looked at the big egg, then back at Gilda. "...How?"

She spread her legs wider again, showing off her soft thighs and her wet, quivering pussy again. "Put it right there. That's where all the baby weight goes for us griffonesses for a reason, you know."

Shining Armor nodded, gingerly moving the egg, placing it between Gilda's thighs and against her groin. He knew from personal experience how much heat came from there. The egg would definitely be warm.

"There," Gilda said with a satisfied nod. "If I was sitting up, I'd cover the rest of it with my wings, but that's why we have blankets."

Shining Armor nodded back, taking the hint and pulling the blankets up over Gilda's lower body, leaving her big, milk-soaked upper body bare.

She heaved her tits again, some milk leaking down. "Heh, at least all this won't be going to waste soon. Hope you've got a big appetite, little one," she said, looking at the impression the egg made in the sheets. Shining Armor just looked on, smiling softly at the almost motherly tone Gilda had taken on. But then she looked at him, stretching an arm around the back of the bed, inviting him in next to her. "You gonna get in here, cockmeat?" she told him.

"Yes, Mistress," Shining Armor said in on instinct. He slid under the sheets, feeling immediate relief for his sweaty, sore body, even more so for his poor, abused loins as he snuggled into Gilda's big, hard, powerful body. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders, pulling him in, and he felt right at home. Gilda had never offered to cuddle him before, but as her eyes blinked sleepily, it seemed that was exactly what she had in mind.

"You did good," she praised him, and he understood that she wasn't just talking about the sex they'd just had, but the egg itself.

"Thank you, Mistress," Shining Armor said, snuggling his head into her side, wrapping an arm around her belly as he felt fatigue overtake him too.

"Get some rest," she commanded him. Then with a smirk, she added, "We're gonna get started on the next egg as soon as I wake up, so that dick better be hard when I do. Got it, cockmeat?"

Shining Armor squeezed Gilda lovingly. "Yes, Mistress," he replied.