Chapters "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.
Gilda had to admit, the showers in this Crystal Palace place were pretty swanky. Not only was she given her own room in the palace, but the shower was more like a waterfall cascading down a natural crystal outcropping, the hot water soothing her worn muscles and sweaty body after her day of practice and training in preparation for her event tomorrow. But despite the burn and power in her body, she wasn't as excited about competing for a gold medal as she was about the events that had transpired yesterday.
It was unexpected, but the perfect storm. As her talons washed over her heavy breasts and strong arms, she recalled how she had just been thinking that she could use a little more in her life. She had risen from a frankly pathetic griffon baker all the way to a top athlete from Griffonstone. It had taken quite a wake-up call, admittedly a rough one that came from her old friend Rainbow Dash, but after that whole fiasco, she'd realized that she couldn't stay stuck in the past forever. A lot had changed since she was a Junior Speedster, and her old friends had too, getting lives and careers. But Gilda was just as tough as they were, if not tougher, and she aimed to prove it.
Her athletic achievements were the proof of her mettle, and she would solidify that end of her career by tomorrow. But there was more to life than being a renowned athlete. Now that she'd hit her prime, her thoughts had turned to the rest of her life outside of competition. It wasn't that she was lonely, but there was no reason for a griffoness as big, beautiful, and strong as her to be going to bed alone each night. She deserved a man who could dick her down good after a good workout. Maybe someone to get her a sandwich when she was done, too. Or during. And then, it just so happened that the perfect guy practically dropped himself into her lap when she came to the Crystal Empire to compete in the Games. Sure, Shining Armor was a pony, and he was married, but those were minor issues compared to his selling points: handsome, rich, not the brightest, but he made up for it by being plenty hunky and very hung, plus ponies in general were all so soft and weak that he didn't have the balls to challenge her dominance over him. He was perfectly compliant and eager to please, and all she had to give him in return was to tell him how big his dick was. Gilda chuckled to herself; males were just so damn easy to get wrapped around her talon.
Of course, his wife was a bit of a problem. Even while he was cumming his brains out inside of her, Gilda could tell that he was still thinking about that bubblegum princess of his, feeling bad about what he was doing. Gilda would never understand what ran through these ponies' heads; it was obvious that Gilda had given him the best sex of his life without even trying, that the oh-so-sweet "Princess of Love" didn't know the first thing about good, sweaty, old-fashioned screwing. That was what Shining Armor wanted. It was what ever guy wanted, as far as Gilda was concerned. This Princess Cadance bitch just needed to realize one way or another what she was up against, that she was completely outclassed as a wife, a lover, as a woman. Sure, Cadance could love her husband, but Gilda? Gilda could fuck him.
She turned the crystal faucet to turn off the water, stepping out into the spacious bathroom swirling with steam as she reached for a towel. Her bedroom was luxurious too, with a big bed and a balcony that looked out over the big courtyard where the Games were being held. Today they were doing most of the magic-based events, which meant that Griffonstone wouldn't be competing in any of them, but she could see unicorns using their levitation to lift things or to sculpt large blocks of crystal into different sculptures.
And watching over all of them was the Prince, Shining Armor, sitting in his private booth alone. He was far, but Gilda's eagle eyes could make out his form easily from her room. She smirked as she observed him; as far as ponies went, he was hunk and a half. Ponies never wanted to flaunt such things, but his royal uniform couldn't hide his big arms, his broad shoulders, and great chest. Plus, no matter how he sat, nothing could hide that python snaking down his legs. Gilda chuckled at how much trouble he seemed to have keeping it in his sheath as he saw him shift his position, but the impression of his dick was still clear against his thigh. He must still be thinking of her.
But she couldn't admire her catch too long; there was work to do. Gilda got dressed in her Griffonstone uniform from yesterday and headed out of the room and into the palace. She couldn't help but puff her chest out as she strode down the pastel corridors; every servant who passed by her averted their gaze, intimidated by her size, and every guard stallion she passed stared in dumbfounded awe and admiration. Gilda was the biggest, baddest, bustiest bitch around, and she knew it.
So when she got to the chambers of the Princess, and those guard stallions stopped her, she could practically smell the way they were intimidated by her. Folding her arms, Gilda just looked down at the stallions in their crystal armor. "Tell her I want to see her," she demanded. When they opened their mouths to ask follow-up questions, Gilda interrupted them with a harsh reminder, "I'm waiting."
They jumped to it, slipping into the royal suite momentarily, only to duck back out a few moments later. They tried so hard to look official, as if they were in control of the situation, before they told her, "Princess Cadance will see you."
Gilda walked past, tucking a talon under one of their chins just to enjoy watching him squirm and sweat at her imposing figure before heading in. The sight inside the royal suite was definitely one to behold. Blue crystal mixed with pink accents, culminating in a pink heart on the floor where the four-poster bed rested. In fact, hearts were everywhere, and it just reminded Gilda about all the things that she that pissed her off about ponies. But lying in the bed like some kind of beached whale was the extremely pregnant Princess Cadance. Rarity had gone to great lengths to make her maternity dresses that would still afford a measure of beauty, elegance, and dignity to the Princess of Love, but there was no ignoring the massive belly that jutted out from under the blankets. It was no wonder she was lying in bed; Gilda imagined she probably could barely walk! This, she thought to herself, was why griffons laid eggs. She would never be caught dead looking like this, bloated, breasts heavy and sagging with milk, looking like she was about to pop at any moment.
But Princess Cadance was pregnant, not stupid, and she could see from the first look at this griffoness that she wanted trouble. Still, adopting a polite and respectful tone, she addressed the big, muscular woman, "Greetings. You are Gilda of Griffonstone, yes? You wanted to speak with me about something urgent?"
"Yeah," Gilda replied, her tone as casual and irreverent as ever. "It's about your husband, actually."
Cadance raised an eyebrow and gave Gilda a sharp gaze. "What about my Shining Armor?" she said, her tone leading with a strong edge.
Gilda just smirked, already knowing that this would be a piece of cake. She knew she could keep Shining on as a side piece, probably indefinitely, but she wasn't the type to be satisfied with second place. Especially if it meant coming in second place to this pink cow. So, with a big inhale that feigned the reluctance of bad news, she strolled toward Cadance and said, "Sorry to be the one to break it to you like this, but your Prince Shining Armor's cheating on you."
The mere suggestion made Cadance immediately furious. "How dare you even say such a thing! My Shining Armor would never even consider betraying our marriage like that! Our love is the strongest thing in all of Equestria!" she bellowed from her place in bed.
Gilda ate up her defiance with a smirk. "It's the truth, little pony. He's been getting his ham roasted elsewhere."
The crude metaphor only rankled Cadance's temper more. "Why on earth would he do something like that, hm? I'll have you know my husband is very well cared-for."
With a lift of her own brow, Gilda chuckled in some amusement. "Oh yeah? What makes you so sure, Princess?"
Cadance didn't shy away from what was merely implied. With pride, she answered, "Shining Armor and I make love very often, I'll have you know. Before I was pregnant, we made love - every. Single. Night," she emphasized. "We've been together since we were teenagers. I know everything about him, everything he loves and everything he hates and everything he wants. He wants me, and he wants to be a father. So I am quite sure that he would never cheat on me, and you better have a very good explanation for why you try to lie to me like this."
Gilda enjoyed this silly game that Cadance thought she was playing, her supreme confidence and ignorance all at once. It was truly delicious. "Maybe you're just not as good of a lay as you think you are," Gilda needled her.
Cadance was getting red with anger, balling up her fists. "I'm a terrific lay, thank you very much. I know all of his fantasies and little kinks."
Gilda barked a laugh. "Hah, like what? That he likes being told how big his dick is? Or he likes it cowgirl? That's basically every guy in the history of guys. Not exactly breaking new ground here."
"And how would you know anything about it?" Cadance fired back, but from her boiling rage, it was obvious that Gilda had struck a nerve, giving an accurate assessment of the sexual fantasies that were supposed to be secret between him and his wife.
Gilda decided that now was as good a time as any to show her hand. "How would I know? Because I fucked him, Princess," she admitted bluntly.
Cadance looked like she might use her magic to vaporize Gilda on the spot. "You didn't," she said lethally.
"Oh yeah," she said. "Rode him like cheap coaster, all the way to the balls, right in the locker rooms. He's not the brightest, but I gotta hand it to you, that's one nice piece of meat you got there. He makes cute noises when he cums."
The princess was still in total denial. "I don't know what game you think you're playing, but I have half a mind to banish you from the Games for this slander. Or worse," she threatened.
Gilda just shrugged her big shoulders. "It's the truth, Princess."
Now Cadance folded her arms under her sagging breasts. "Oh yeah? I don't suppose you have any proof, hm?"
With a smirk, Gilda approached. Time for her ace in the hole. "As a matter of fact I do." She produced her phone and showed it to Cadance. "Read it and weep, Princess."
Cadance's eyes shrunk to pinpricks. There, on the screen clear as day, was the sight of Gilda's talons flipping the bird while a sweaty, mussed, half-naked Shining Armor was stretched back on a bench and clearly in the throes of an intense orgasm.
Her heart stop. Cadance looked up at Gilda. She'd called her bluff and she wasn't bluffing. Her brain was racing to try and process everything going through it all at once, and Gilda relished every second of confusion, frustration, pain, and utter humiliation running across her face.
But Cadance hadn't made it this far without her fair share of mettle. She could deal with the feelings welling up inside her later, but right now there was still a big bitchy griffoness in her face. Glaring up at her from the photo, she seethed, "What do you want?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Gilda said, putting her phone down and pacing away, examining the big bright gaudy suite. "I want him. I could just take him, but I thought it might be quicker if you just gave him to me. So here I am. You're going to let me have him, or everyone's going to be seeing just how noble your prince charming really is."
"What's the point?" Cadance scoffed. "If I divorce him, all of Equestria is going to learn why anyhow. Your threat doesn't mean a damn thing. It's all up to me, sweetheart. And I'm not letting Shining Armor go without a fight."
"Is that a fact?" Cadance challenged. "You can divorce him quietly, maybe. There will be rumors, especially when he's seen with me in every position in the Pony Sutra, but nothing you can't deny. But if these pics get out, it's over for you. Sure, you'll still be Princess, but you'll be the laughinstock of Equestria. The Princess of Love losing her stallion to a griffon with bigger tits."
Cadance looked down. Gilda's rack was bigger, but she wouldn't reveal her self-consciousness about that to her. "Shining Armor has his reputation to consider, too. If he leaves me, it's all over for him no matter how it happens. It's in his best interests to stay with me. Maybe you release the pics, and there's a scandal, but I'm willing to bet in ten years it'll be a story of how true love can triumph over infidelity." Cadance raised her eyebrow with a smirk to Gilda that said, 'your move.'
"You think this is about his social standing?" Gilda countered. "He's a guy. You and I both know that he's got a lot more balls than brains, and those balls are a lot happier when I'm emptying them. He's gonna go with the better pussy every time."
"Is that so?"
"Read his face and weep, Princess."
Cadance was fuming, but her anger was turning back into confidence. "I think you're overplaying your hand. You might be a fun distraction while I'm pregnant and laid up. I honestly don't mind; I can't say I blame the poor stallion. I know it's been hard for him to get his rocks off when I'm in this state. But I know he still loves me, and I know if he had to choose, he'd pick me every time."
Gilda just grinned back. "Then why don't we put him to the test, eh? Once the morning's events are over, I'll pounce on him to bang a couple out. If you can haul your big ass out of bed, you can probably hide somewhere and watch. And you'll see how easy it'll be for me to get him to agree to leave you and be my personal stud."
Cadance met her grin with her own. "And when he tells you that he could never leave his wife, you'll delete those photos and get the hell out of my castle for good."
Gilda leaned forward on the bed, putting her hands on the mattress and shoving her face into Cadance's for an intimidating, eye-to-eye glare that shined harsh gold in Cadance's face. "Deal," she snarled.
As she stepped away to make preparations, Cadance called after her. The game was intriguing, but there were still a lot of questions. "What is this really all about?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"What, you expect me to believe that Shining Armor is just so good in bed that you'd go to all this trouble to set him up and steal him from me?" Cadance scoffed. "Shining Armor might be the most handsome stallion and the most incredible lay, but you and I both know that no dick is good enough to be worth this much trouble."
Gilda was quiet for a moment, considering her answer in a rare moment of reflection before she turned back to the Princess. "I guess you'd know better than anyone, Princess. He's got a proven track record as a stud, and a girl as badass as me can't let all this die with me," she said, flexing her beefy arm and gripping her bicep.
The display was crude, but Cadance just nodded. Their eyes met, and the women knew they had a lot more in common than they may have previously thought. Worthy opponents, each.
Shining Armor knew he was in deep trouble. He couldn't stop thinking of Gilda all night, all day, and even now when he was supposed to be overseeing the first day of events at the Equestria Games. Most things were running on schedule, but it was hard to make decisions and fix problems when he was so distracted by the big horny griffoness lurking in every thought. He felt like he was still smothered underneath her, forced to give all of his attention to her, unable to turn away from those big muscles, those huge tits, or that knee-buckling pussy.
Sweet Celestia, that pussy... Shining Armor had masturbated twice already to the memory of it, and it was barely the afternoon. He couldn't help himself; he'd had soft and sweet and romantic before, but this was his first taste of hard and horny and dominant, and his body definitely wanted more of it. He had a pang of guilt over Cadance, but even those were starting to grow weaker in the face of Gilda's raw power and influence over him. Would it be so bad for him to have some tail on the side? Just for the Games? Or just for a little while?
No, he couldn't. Without her in his face, even if Shining Armor had been maintaining a half-chub all day, he was still clear-headed enough to know he couldn't abandon Cadance for Gilda. It wouldn't be right. His balls told him that maybe there was a way he could tell his beloved wife, that he could make arrangements to maybe have both, but he dismissed the idea outright as his horny brain talking. It would never work. He had made a mistake, but that didn't mean he should keep making more mistakes. He didn't know how he could confess to Cadance what he had done, or if he even should, but none of that mattered when Gilda was still around, tempting him, ready to push him into another whirlwind ride all over again. He needed to end this with her, now. Once she was gone, he could decide how to handle what had already transpired.
It would be sad to see Gilda go, and he knew a part of him might regret all the hot, heavy sex he would never have once he laid down the law with her, but this was what being a stallion was being about: being strong in the face of adversity, and, to a lesser extent, being able to put a woman like Gilda back in line when it counted. He had no doubt that her reaction would be fierce, maybe even scary, but the thought of overcoming her with his own force of will made him puff his chest out with some kind of masculine pride, at least. Maybe it wasn't the healthiest way to imagine the situation, but it helped him gird his loins for the confrontation.
Withdrawing from his royal box in the field, pleased with the Crystal Empire's performance in the day's events, he took it as a good omen for him as he headed through the halls, back to the royal suite where his wife was. Checking on Cadance and their foal would be a good reminder for him of why he needed to send Gilda away. And then he would find her and confront her before the next set of events, able to face his country with pride again.
He held his head high as he walked through the palace, his guards regarding him with straightened postures as he passed. Another reminder that Shining Armor was the prince, he was in charge, not Gilda or anyone else. As he neared the royal suite, he felt his heart leap a bit at the very thought of seeing his lovely wife again, and the pregnant belly that held their foal. It was just what he needed to take his mind off that big, buff griffoness.
When he opened the door, he found quite a surprise awaiting him. That same amazon of a griffoness laid out on his bed, utterly naked, sprawled out for his eyes to devour. She grinned at him, expecting him as she reclined with her strong arms raised back, her heaving chest on display above her toned stomach, her thick thighs spread wide to offer up her tight pussy for his gaze. Shining Armor had never felt such an overwhelming rush of shock, arousal, and helplessness through him.
"Took you long enough," Gilda snipped casually at him. With a jerk of her head she motioned for him and said, "Get over here."
From the sidelines, hiding behind the bathroom door and an invisibility spell, the pregnant Princess Cadance watched with rapt horror and anticipation, hardly daring to breathe. She had no idea how Shining Armor would respond to this brazen approach. He seemed pretty taken aback by the sight of the naked griffoness in a way that worried her, but any stallion would react that way if they walked into a naked Gilda like that, right? She couldn't blame him for the way he was staring; the cocky bitch was huge, powerful, busty, even Cadance found herself staring at the way her muscular stomach curved smoothly into her thighs, her pussy... But she had to hang onto hope that their love would hold strong, that no matter what, Shining Armor would come through for their marriage.
Shining Armor only saw that great griffoness laid out before him like a masterpiece, hotter than anything he'd seen in any magazine, maybe even hotter than any real mare he'd ever seen too. Cadance had never quite had this effect on him, this knee-quaking, ball-clenching breathlessness that made him feel so weak and horny all at the same time. But he did his best to shake it off as he closed the door behind him. He had gone over the plan in his head all morning, knowing what he had to do, even preparing the words as best he could. By now, the speech had left him entirely, but he still knew what he had to do.
"Gilda..." he started, his eyes glued to her body, trailing down her nipples to her snatch as he gulped. "...I, uh... I don't think you should be here," he started timidly.
"Oh yeah?" Gilda said, not deterred in the slightest by his feeble resistance. "Why's that?"
"Because... My wife..." was all Shining Armor could explain as he moved forward, approaching her with hungry eyes nonetheless. Her tits were so big...
Cadance felt a leap in her heart as she watched Shining Armor refuse her, but she didn't reveal herself just yet. Something about the way he was looking at her, the way he was moving toward Gilda told Cadance that this wasn't over yet.
"Your wife," Gilda said with a heavy eye roll, even knowing his wife was near, still treating her like a mere nuisance. "You're not going to worry about your wife anymore. I got a good taste of you yesterday, and now you've worked up my appetite, little Prince. You're going to drop her and give yourself to this fucking pussy for the rest of your life. Got it?" she said, emphasizing by spreading her legs and reaching down to spread her labia apart with her talons, showing just how tight and wet those oozing pink lips were between the brown folds.
Shining Armor felt like his heart might give out. He couldn't stop himself from pitching a tent so severe he thought his good trousers might split. Cadance saw it too, biting her lip invisibly, but an erection wasn't a betrayal. Not yet; there was still hope. Just a little. Shining Armor summoned the last shred of his courage and fortitude to resist what every last bit of his body was screaming at him to do as he took in a deep breath. "Gilda, I... I can't," he stammered. "What about my marriage? My foal? My kingdom? I can't just give all of that up..."
Gilda just raised her brow at him. "Yeah? Look me in the eyes, dweeb," she commanded. With a quiver in his loins and belly, Shining Armor looked up from her crotch to the fierce golden glare above. "Look me in the eyes and tell me this pussy isn't worth more than all of that."
Cadance held her breath. Shining Armor stared, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple and neck. He gulped. He didn't say anything.
Gilda scoffed. "Hah. That's what I thought," she gloated. "Now get your big dick over here and eat me out. This pussy is your lunch for today. Got it?"
Shining Armor exhaled. "...Yes, Gilda!" he blurted out. He scrambled over to the bed, and Cadance gasped as she saw her husband crawl between Gilda's thighs.
"That's 'Mistress' from now on," Gilda corrected Shining Armor, her talons reaching out, combing through his mane as she pulled him in between her thighs.
"Yes, Mistress..." Shining Armor breathed, the word alone feeling so right on his tongue before Gilda shoved his face into her pussy, his lips meeting hers as he eagerly began to devour her hot, wet cunt. His drool mixed with the sticky juices, forming little strands on his mouth whenever he came up for air, only for Gilda to shove him back down, groaning and sighing in pleasure.
Shining Armor's blood pumped hot in his ears, his veins alight with thrilling ecstasy. His penis was still trapped and throbbing in his pants but the excitement of just eating Gilda's pussy was more than enough satisfaction for him. He felt himself slipping as he tasted her, those copious juices, the tang and heat of her flesh on his tongue as he lapped up her slot before suckling on her clit, falling under her spell. This was all his now; he was all hers. He could have this sweet, sweet cunt in his mouth every day from now on, he'd never have to settle for Cadance's tender, slow, romantic lovemaking again. He would be Gilda's fucktoy from now on, a glorified dildo, a boytoy for the big griffoness, and the thought made his heart pound even harder. He slid down from her clit to her entrance, gripping her thighs tight as he drove his tongue inside her depths, letting her salty-sour pussy fill his mouth entirely. Heavens above, he'd give up lunch and his marriage and his foal just to enjoy more of this delicious pussy!
Gilda looked over toward the bathroom door where she knew Cadance was watching. With one beefy arm still behind her head and the other wrapped in her husband's mane while he grunted and moaned, devouring Gilda's pussy, the griffoness just gave a smirk and then a wink toward the princess. Cadance felt her heart withering inside of her. It was over. She had lost. So why was she still watching this? Did she just want to suffer, watching the stallion she loved eat out another woman? Witnessing the way he feasted on it with a fervor he never gave to her own marehood, the griffon snatch even looking tight and wet and hot from where Cadance sat? Her heart continued to sink, her stomach twisting into knots, and yet she shivered at the sight, not daring to reveal herself yet.
Gloating over her inevitable victory, Gilda just let out another moan as she felt Shining Armor tongue-fuck her eagerly. "Ohh yeah, that's it stud. You love the way that tastes, don't you?"
She let Shining Armor up long enough to respond, his mouth wet and smiling as he panted, his eyes happy. "Sweet Celestia, yes!"
"Better than your wife's pussy?"
"You have no idea," Shining Armor confessed, and the sincerity in his voice only made Gilda puff up bigger while Cadance shrank smaller. "I always ate her out because she wanted me to, but I never enjoyed it like this before."
Gilda grinned above him. "Well, I'll tell you what: you suck on my clit for a bit, then when I squeeze your head, why don't you shove your tongue up my cunt and I'll cum in your mouth? How's that sound?" she asked so casually, calmly wielding her power over him like a cudgel.
Shining Armor's eyes and ears perked up. "That sounds amazing!" he replied before he planted himself right back into her nethers, moaning long as his lips wrapped around her engorged clit, his tongue circling the bud while Gilda's back arched with delight.
"Oh yeah... Yeah, that's it... That's pretty good, stud..." she groaned. She hissed as he worked her higher and higher, eventually her talons squeezing, digging into his scalp as she approached the peak. Shining Armor practically leapt with excitement, following her instructions as he slipped lower, shoving his tongue inside of her deep, lapping at her g-spot the best he could while he awaited his reward. Gilda's breathing grew quicker, her grunts of pleasure faster as her talons left his body and gripped her own thighs, spreading them wider, giving Shining Armor full access for what was to come. "Yeah...! Yeah, that's it! Mmm, fuck! Fuck, I'm cumming!" she called out, and just as before, Gilda's pussy erupted with jets of squelching, squirting juice fed directly into Shining Armor's mouth, leaving him to gulp down the spraying squirt as best as he could, his face doused with it, his bangs soaked and sticking to his face while the rest trickled down his jaw and neck as he swallowed it. He never let his tongue stop working inside of her, long moans of bliss escaping between gulps of the salty pussy juice. Cadance could only see the pure bliss on her husband's face, knowing that she had certainly never seen it before. But even she had to admire her husband's skill and enthusiasm at eating Gilda out, and the power that came with Gilda's climax. That griffoness was something else.
When it was over, Gilda pushed Shining Armor off of her like a toy she was bored with as she clambered around the bed, her tits swaying heavily with each movement, her powerful body moving with a catlike grace that belied her size. "Good job, stud," she told Shining Armor. "I think you've earned a reward."
Shining Armor perked right back up, wiping his soaking wet face as he stared hungrily at her prowling form. "I thought getting to eat your pussy was the reward," he answered bluntly, honestly.
Gilda scoffed, and Cadance shuddered again, her insides twisting. "No," Gilda explained. "That was just the warmup, stud. You're here for one thing, and you know what that is. But since you've gone and agreed to give up your wife, your foal, and everything else for this pussy, then I might as well let you enjoy it to its fullest." Shining Armor wasn't sure what she meant until she laid down on her side and spread her meaty thighs wide, offering her freshly-eaten, drooling cunt to him. With a grin, she said, "All yours, stud." Gilda made sure she was facing at an angle where Cadance would get a perfect view of the action, and she could shoot a smug smile directly at her. Cadance felt her face burning, but she couldn't tear her eyes away.
Shining Armor felt a surge of need within him like never before. He practically tore off his clothes, freeing his body before tugging down his pants and finally letting his rock-hard erection spring forth with an exhale of relief. Gilda just waggled her eyebrows, and Shining grinned like a colt on Hearthswarming Eve. Any thoughts of Cadance or his unborn foal were completely out of his mind. All he could say was, "Thank you, Mistress!" before he pounced on her.
Shining Armor gripped her thighs, throwing an ankle over his broad shoulder, and shoved his cock inside of Gilda as hard and fast as he could, desperate to be inside of her again. "Ohhh, fuck~!" he groaned as his cock sank into her hot snatch with a loud squelch, all the way to the balls in one thrust. Her pussy was better than he remembered it being, and now there was nothing in the way of him and his mistress, nothing to stop him from enjoying himself to the fullest. Shining Armor didn't wait a second before he started pounding Gilda, fucking her hard and fast, their crotches slapping together, filling the room with the wet sounds of hardcore sex that the room had never heard before.
"Yeah, that's it, stud!" Gilda encouraged him. "Fuck me like you mean it! And don't you dare pull out!" she demanded.
Cadance watched her husband obey, bringing all his power and lust to bear, showing a side of himself that Cadance had never seen before. Even if he was being totally subservient to this griffon bitch, he was also like an animal, a wild stallion laying into a fertile mare with total abandon, a muscular, hung, hunky sex god slaking his lust in the wanton snatch of a tight seductress like the nerdy roleplaying games he liked to play. He was Gilda's noble knight now, and she was rewarding him with what his loyalty and service had wanted all along; how had Cadance never seen it before? How had she never realized that Shining Armor wasn't so sweet and selfless and humble for nothing, that he was hoping for affirmation in return? He wanted to be a good stallion, a useful stallion, and to be rewarded for all of his effort and self-sacrifice in one simple way: hot, raunchy sex. Suddenly, Cadance felt the truth dawning on her, what she was blind to before now clear as day. This was what Shining Armor wanted. What he deserved. And a part of her was happy for him.
Another part of her felt something else, warmth spreading through her, a tingling sizzle under her skin that she hadn't felt since they decided to start trying for a foal. For so long, her own body had felt rather dead to her, less her own and more a vessel for the life inside of her, but now she felt it stirring keenly. Her hand slid down her sagging chest, over her bulging womb, and lower, under the hem of her dress and between her thighs. "No," Cadance thought to herself. "I couldn't..." And yet her fingers continued, finding the gentle bulge of her pussy and tracing along it. The first touch alone was a jolt to her system, and she fought to choke back her gasp as sparks shot through her clit. She was aroused, terribly so, more than she thought. Gingerly, she found her fingers starting to rub at her pussy, spreading the lips apart as she silently exhaled. "This is so fucked up..." she thought, but she turned her gaze upward, not wanting to miss a moment of the sight of her husband - well, former husband - fucking the big bitchy griffoness with wild abandon.
Before, Shining Armor had been weak beneath Gilda, caught off guard and rendered helpless by his own need for her. But now he could finally show her the kind of stallion he was, and Gilda was certainly tough enough to be able to handle his strength. His heart thumped in his broad chest that expanded with each deep breath as his hips thundered away at her. His grip stayed firm on Gilda's thigh, his arm flexing to hold her leg in place over his shoulder while his other arm flexed to hold her in place, his brawn apparent as sweat glistened against his white coat. And at the center of it all, his great cock plunged into her with abandon, splitting the tight griffoness snatch apart as his mighty stallionhood hammered her hard, rocking her entire body with every thrust as he used his full strength on her, her tits wobbling with each meaty slam into her sopping wet cunt. His pace was breakneck, the force of him rippling through their entire bodies, and each one brought with it a surge of triumphant pleasure unlike anything else. If there was any qualms he had about trading Cadance for Gilda, they were completely gone by now.
And Gilda only encouraged him. "Yeah, yeah! Give it to me like a real man! I'm not your dumb little wife! Fuck me like a bitch, you stud!" she spat at him, and Shining Armor could only spring into action at her call. Shifting forward, his knees lifting his body off of Gilda's thigh so he could drive into her at a downward angle and use his full length, any last shreds of hesitation he had melted away with her order. If there was malice, anger, indignation in Shining Armor, it came out now: frustrated by his unmet sexual needs, inferiority at being dominated by a female, and a mean streak of wanting to put a female as strong as Gilda in her place beneath him - all was channeled into his piston of a cock. He fucked Gilda hard enough to rock the bed, to rattle her hips, to slam at her cervix and fill the entire royal suite and probably the halls beyond, maybe even the entire wing with the sounds of his hardcore fucking!
"Nnng, fuck, Gilda! You're so fucking hot-!" Shining Armor grunted out his pleasure as he railed her into the tossing mattress, the bed creaking so hard it seemed like it might break.
"Say it!" Gilda barked back. "Say it!"
She didn't have to tell Shining Armor what to say. With a cocky grin of his own, spearing into her all the while, he bellowed back, "You're so much hotter than my wife! And you're way better in bed than my wife! I'm never going to fuck Cadance ever again as long as I get to fuck you! And if I ever do fuck Cadance again, I'll be thinking about you the whole time!"
"That's fucking right!" Gilda screamed, and with that came her second climax, her pussy erupting again all over Shining Armor's crotch as she squawked another husky moan of pleasure at Shining Armor's dick.
Princess Cadance was rubbing herself faster and faster now, her pussy throbbing and wet under her fingers. "Nnng..." she huffed. For some reason, she'd been hoping Shining Armor would say something like that, and when he did, said that Gilda was a better lay than she ever was, she couldn't help but shove her digits into herself, masturbating hard at the sight of her husband openly cheating on her. She thought that this feeling of her fingers inside of her would be the only thing she'd ever have inside of her ever again, because Shining Armor would never stick his dick inside of her ever again when he could fuck this big, busty powerhouse of a griffoness - and that only made her moan again, and masturbate faster.
She didn't know how, but somehow Gilda had beaten her. And now Princess Cadance was getting off on it, feeling a thrilling rush through her own veins no doubt just like her husband was at this betrayal.
Shining Armor's orgasm wasn't far behind. Cadance felt her pulse pounding in her temples, her digits schlicking herself fast and deep as she heard those familiar groans, notes she recognized, but a brassiness behind them that she had never been able to draw out herself. "Fuck yeah... Nnng, take it, bitch! Take my - fucking - cum!" he cursed, and the dirty language she'd never permitted with him before now made Cadance dizzy as he uttered it while planting himself balls deep into Gilda with a few last bed-shaking thrusts. He roared with pure male might, and Cadance watched her husband cum inside another woman.
Then Cadance came. "Oh... Oh-! Ohhhh!!!" she couldn't hold back any longer. Her clit burned and her whole body seized. Everything happened at once. Her orgasm gripped her. She pitched forward, the bathroom door swinging open. Her invisibility spell failed. And Shining Armor and Gilda could see Princess Cadance lying on the floor of the royal suite, in the throes of a powerful self-induced climax, having obviously been watching her husband cheat.
"H... Honey?" Shining Armor said, recognizing he'd been caught, but he didn't dare pull out of Gilda, hilted to the sheath in her while he looked down at his wife.
Cadance fought for breath while Gilda wore a fierce grin at the scene. "Hey there... honey..."
Shining Armor felt a pang of fear and shame run through him. But it quickly passed, and he drew in a deep breath, puffing out his chest as he prepared to finally lay down the law and make a decision. "Cadance, I know how this looks, but I need to tell you something." Another breath to steel himself, but his resolved was settled by a clench of Gilda's vice-tight pussy around his oozing cock. "I'm leaving you for Gilda. She's my mistress now, and I'm her stud. I love you, but I don't want to make love anymore. I'm a stallion, and I want to fuck. So I'm going to fuck Gilda every day for the rest of my life, and that's final."
Cadance thought she would feel a stab of pain run through her at his words. But she only felt her nipples throbbing instead. "I know," she said, surprising her husband the way she didn't look or sound mad at all. "I want you to, honey. All I've ever wanted was for you to be happy, Shining Armor. And I can see that Gilda clearly makes you and your dick way happier than I ever could." Even saying the words, feeling them on her own lips, gave Cadance a shiver, a cool, satisfying sting right in her nethers. "You can have her. We can still be friends. We can do this however she wants, really. I just..." Cadance felt her trembling hand slipping past her pregnant belly and between her thighs again. "...don't want you to stop fucking her!"
Shining Armor felt a thrill run through him at his wife's words. He should have known Cadance would understand. If anypony could, it would be the Princess of Love herself. If any mare he knew could get off on him cheating on her and want him to do it more, it would be the mare he trusted to give his foals to. He couldn't believe he'd ever doubted her.
Gilda squirmed out from Shining Armor's grip, his cock sliding out of her with a sloppy, cum-oozing squelch as she chuckled. "Well, isn't that sweet," she said. "Looks like I got two royals to be my little pets." She started to right herself as she started barking orders at the couple. "Alright, here's how it's gonna be: I'm your mistress now, both of you." To Shining Armor, she pointed a talon and said, "You are going to fuck me whenever, wherever, and however I say, the moment I say so. And you are never going to fuck her again unless I say so." Shining Armor nodded with eager agreement. Then, she turned to Cadance and said, "You aren't going to even touch his cock without my permission. You aren't even going to touch yourself without my permission. If you're good, I'll let you watch me screw your husband. You're here to raise the brats and be on cleanup duty. Got it, bitch?"
"Oh, yes! Of course, Mistress, whatever you say!" Cadance replied brightly, quick on the uptake, the agreement sending another shiver of arousal through her that she dared not act on.
"Good," Gilda spat. To Cadance, she ordered, "Get him up again and wait on standby." Then, sitting up, she pushed Shining Armor flat onto his back with one hand on his chest. Cadance's horn immediately flared up, and Shining Armor gasped as he felt a powerful boner spell take hold of him, way stronger than his own, his cock springing up to a painful stiffness like he hadn't jerked off in a year! Gilda moved to straddle him like it was the most natural thing for her in the entire world. She barely even acknowledged him as she looked over her shoulder back at Cadance, "You can watch, but don't touch."
"Yes, Mistress!"
Gilda smirked before poising her pussy over Shining Armor's turgid cock, then slamming herself down onto him like he was little more than a dildo, a sloppy squelch pealing through the room as Gilda started in on her sloppy seconds. "Mmm, fuck, nice and big..." she groaned.
The griffoness wasted no time riding Shining Armor hard, bouncing her hips in his lap like a professional, slamming himself into her at a speed and force that dwarfed even what he could do when he had been on top just moments before. After the first climax, the second forced erection left an ache in his cock that burned good as Gilda fucked him hard. But the busty griffoness above was all too casual about it, stretching her arms up and back, her tits heaving up and down for his eyes to enjoy beneath her, his vision entirely dominated by the sight of the powerful griffoness above him and the overwhelming sensations flooding his cock.
Gilda made her objectives clear as Cadance watched her husband's dick disappear into Gilda's tight cunt with rapt attention. "You're gonna keep the boner spells coming. Crossbreeding ain't easy, and this is all about quantity, not quality. It's a good thing your husband has some stamina, because we're going to put it to the test."
"Yes, of course Mistress!" Cadance agreed, and Shining Armor felt a twinge of fear in his heart. How hard was Gilda planning to ride him? But he didn't dare question her. He could barely think at all as she fucked him into the mattress, her hips mashing him into a paste, his cock flaring and screaming with mind-numbing bliss as pleasure was forced into him whether he wanted it or not.
"Gilda! Gilda! Fuck, Gilda!" he moaned out his mistress's name.
Gilda grit her beak, sweat pouring down her own body now as she worked her entire core into milking Shining Armor's dick. "Just shut up and cum in me, dweeb!" she spat at him. "You're not here to enjoy it! You're here to fertilize me, got it? So quit holding back and gimme that jizz like a good little stud!"
Shining Armor was utterly overwhelmed; the repeated erections, the ferocity of the griffoness, his own wife watching him cheat on her, and now that tight, wet, goddess of a pussy literally forcing him to orgasm so soon after the last one! His cock throbbed, aching, his head light and dizzy as he fought for breath, crushed beneath this massive, powerful woman and her pounding hips on his dick. He felt like a total object, like a toy to her, or worse, an animal. He was little more than a bull to Gilda, a pair of balls with a job to do. And whether he wanted to or not, she was going to make his balls do their job. That was what she meant, what she had always meant, each time she called him "stud."
For Cadance, all she could do is watch her husband get his cock milked by Gilda's pussy with rapt attention. She couldn't touch herself, but the order only served to enhance the weight of Gilda's power and authority. She'd always respected her husband, always thought Shining Armor was a strong and capable man, but to see how easily Gilda reduced him to this, turned her sweet, noble Shining Armor into nothing but a jizz factory was like nothing she'd ever seen before. It must have felt incredible to feel his giant cock like that, to push him to the limits of his virility, but Cadance knew she would never get to know it herself, never get to feel his dick inside of her ever again. It only made it harder to resist touching herself, only made her lean in closer to watch Gilda's big, strong ass ride her husband's precious nuts as they were forced into compliance with Gilda's will.
"I... I...! I'm gonna-! Cum...!" Shining Armor fought for breath, for consciousness as his voice struggled to comply with Gilda's demands, his body slammed down, his balls tightening up for another load with an ache behind the fiery ecstasy of another orgasm. His eyes rolled upward; he could hardly breathe, hardly see, hardly feel anything except the sperm he had on offer for his mistress.
"Yeah! That's it! Fuck yeah!" Gilda roared again, her pussy squirting again for good measure, drenching Shining Armor's crotch as she slammed her big ass down right onto his balls and planted himself to the hilt. His flare swelled up inside of her, and Shining Armor gasped a pained, strangled noise as a second climax was forced out of him by Gilda's gushing pussy, the griffoness leaning back, flicking her clit side to side at a rapid pace as she rode out her own high while feeling the pulses of fresh cream pumping right into her womb.
Gilda was barely out of breath. When she came down enough, she lifted off of Shining Armor's crotch, she let his spent, still-throbbing dick slip out of her and rest against her ass, straddling him as she turned back to Cadance. "Hey, dweeb! Get over here and clean this mess up!" she demanded.
"Of course, Mistress!" Cadance leapt up with glee. She wasted no time in obeying, and Shining Armor felt the familiar touch of his wife's lips and tongue running along his spent shaft, but he'd never felt her give oral like this before. Her tongue dragged up his meat, cleaning it and tasting it thoroughly, savoring the flavors of his cum and Gilda's squirt with sultry moans, Cadance's muzzle stained with jizz as she worked him sheath to flare. Then he felt a second charge run through him as he saw her lean up and plant her face in between Gilda's ass, shoving her muzzle into Gilda's pussy and eating it out just as thoroughly as he had, lapping up the slot to clean out his cum before tongue diving into her snatch to suck out the oozing spunk leaking out of her, leaving only the sperm planted closest to her eggs to remain. Cadance groaned needily as she did so, savoring the flavors with total relish. She'd never tasted Shining Armor's cock like this before, and she could see now why he feasted upon the griffoness's pussy so eagerly before. "Mmm, thank you, Mistress," she huffed, her lips and tongue resuming their wet smacks against their genitals.
Gilda didn't let Shining Armor up from beneath her, and that was how he realized with a pang of fear that she wasn't done with him yet. Not by a long shot. To Cadance, Gilda said, "Alright, that's good enough dweeb. Get him up again."
"Yes, Mistress."
Shining Armor gasped and grunted again, the pleasure and pain stronger as Cadance's boner spell took hold of his dick, forcing it into another massive erection despite how utterly spent he was after two back-to-back climaxes. If he'd known Cadance was this adept with sex magic, he might have taken advantage of it earlier, but now he could only whimper at the prospect of more sex, his balls throbbing between his thighs.
But Gilda just settled back into her cowgirl position, sliding her pussy down onto his shaft again casually, like she truly owned his cock with only a satisfied groan from her. "Mmm, good," she said, glaring down at him. "You're gonna cum in me again, stud."
"Yes, Mistress!" Shining Armor gasped as she started to ride him again. The painful ache in his forced erection was even stronger now, but he just put all of his efforts into cumming again for his mistress, wondering just how many times she planned to milk him, dizzy with fear and arousal at the thought of being forced to have sex with her all day, for hours and hours on end, orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
He got a bit of his answer as Gilda rode him, her cheeks clapping his thighs while she turned back to Cadance again. "You - go find the Games officials. Tell them the Prince isn't going to make it this afternoon. And tell them it's because he's too busy cumming inside of me for the rest of the afternoon. You do a good job, and I'll let you suck your husband's nuts while he cums in me the next time."
Cadance felt a flutter of arousal rush through her. The very thought of confessing to another pony, let alone the Games officials, that Shining Armor was cheating on her right that very moment almost sent her into a hands-free climax right there. But she merely replied with a "Yes, right away, Mistress!" before getting to her feet and hobbling her pregnant body off to the task, the sound of Gilda's hips smacking against her husband's chasing her the whole way.
Before Cadance had even made it to the door, Gilda turned back to Shining Armor, planting her strong hands on his big chest, and glaring down at him with a fierce, golden grin. "Alright, stud. You have ten seconds to cum in me again."
Shining Armor's pupils shrank in fear, a gasp rocking his chest as his fingers dug into the sweat and cum-soaked sheets for dear life as Gilda's hips pulverized onto his big, throbbing dick like a jackhammer.
"One."
Sweat matted his forehead, his body writhing with pleasure and pain. His balls screamed at their blissful labor.
"Two."
He felt like he was going to pass out. Gilda utterly overpowered him and his cock with her slamming pussy, and he couldn't fight her off or resist. He was nothing but a tool for her, a mere slab of dick and pair of nuts to put eggs in her. This was his purpose now.
He didn't even make it to three.
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.
"Go Gilda!"
"Woohoo! You can do it!"
Shining Armor looked down at the blue-and-brown griffon chick sitting in his lap, staring wide-eyed at Gilda out on the field. "Let's cheer for your mom, Glint!" he said as he picked up his son's arm and waved it at Gilda. Cadance was beside him, but he could still feel the eyes on him, from both the Equestrians who had traveled all the way to Griffonstone for this year's Games sitting in the stands below the official box, and from the griffon delegates that surrounded Shining Armor and Cadance. Glint in his lap was proof of all the rumors that had flown around for months, and given the clear resemblance to both parents, his first public outing today left no doubt: Shining Armor had fathered another child, out of wedlock, with Gilda.
And yet Flurry Heart and Cadance were right next to him, cheering Gilda on all the same. The rumors had said that Cadance knew about the affair, and her bright, genuine smile as she bounced their daughter on her lap all but confirmed that as well. She clearly wasn't upset to be sitting next to her cheating husband or his extramarital progeny, and Shining Armor happened to know that she was quite excited, for the same reasons he was; the same reason the griffon delegates were sitting quietly, stoically, watchfully around them.
Once rumor had spread that the Prince of the Crystal Empire had sired a griffon, the political leaders of Griffonstone came to investigate. And once they had learned they were true, they seized on the unique opportunity it presented. The griffons were a lesser race in world, and the nation of Griffonstone had only a small amount of political power to claim. But the new Crystal Prince being a griffon would significantly advance their position in the eyes of Equestria, put more eyes on their nation and give them more sway with Equestria, or at least the Crystal Empire. The Equestria Games were a part of it as well. Gilda had become a public figure after news of the affair spread, and many wondered if the griffoness athlete would succeed in stealing away Shining Armor. The griffon delegates had come to ascertain the nature of their affair, and to negotiate plans.
It all hinged on Gilda's performance. If she were to win in the Equestria Games this year, she would become a full-blown celebrity, a historical figure of renown and the most well-known griffon in Equestria. That would make it easier for her relationship with Shining Armor to be publicly accepted. And if their affair was accepted, then Griffonstone could have a stronger relationship with the Crystal Empire. It would be very beneficial for Griffonstone, and personally beneficial for Shining Armor if he could conduct his affair with Gilda more openly.
So the deal was struck: if Gilda won gold here today at the Equestria Games, then plans would move forward for Shining Armor to officially divorce Cadance and get remarried to Gilda. It would be a good match, one that would cement Griffonstone's place as a major nation and grant Gilda a royal title to match her status in Shining Armor's bed. When it was proposed, Shining Armor was worried it was too drastic of a move, but Cadance loved the idea. The former princess would be kept around of course, as mother to the Crystal Princess and as an aide to the new couple, and the thought of officially giving up her husband so that he could be with the superior woman thrilled Cadance to no end.
The thought thrilled Shining Armor, too. It felt so wrong on so many levels, but there was a definite appeal to making his affair with Gilda official at last. Being her husband, legally belonging to her and having the children his loins provided to her be official heirs was a rush in itself, no less the thought of how much more freedom she'd have to be able to use him as her personal sex toy whenever she pleased. They had even decided that a change of titles would be necessary; no longer would he be Prince Shining Armor, but instead he would become the Royal Consort, and Gilda would claim the title of Crystal Queen. His entire life, his very destiny would be altered in one fell swoop, surrendering his position of leadership over his country to become little more than an official sex slave for the massive griffoness while his former wife watched on and changed the sheets between hot, wet, ruttings.
So he and Cadance cheered on as Gilda took the field, and Shining Armor fought down the warm embarrassment creeping into his cheeks. This was the most public they'd ever been since his affair with Gilda began, but it was hard to ignore the arousal pumping into his veins and loins at the attention, the open knowledge of his infidelity. Finally, all had laid bare and he didn't have to hide or lie about himself any more. Now, all that was left was to see if Gilda could win.
Shining Armor was still in utter awe of Gilda's size. Ever since she'd laid Glint's egg and the plans for Griffonstone to host the next Equestria Games were laid, she had become determined to get back into shape and win the gold medal. When she wasn't nursing Glint, she was pumping iron, and it showed in her massive arms and her sturdy core. Shining Armor had helped too, of course - riding him cowgirl had proved a favorite core workout for Gilda, not to mention the good it had done for her thick, sturdy thighs. She was bigger and stronger now than she was at the first Equestria Games, more muscular than ever even if her breasts were bigger than ever too. Shining Armor only felt more intimidated to be in her presence. But now it was time to see if all that hard work would pay off.
From his place in the royal box, Shining Armor could hear the griffon announcer commenting on the event. He didn't seem to be very good, speaking in a gruff, almost bored voice that would be more appropriate for golf than heavyweights, but the crowd's focus was all on Gilda as he spoke anyway. "It's been a tight contest hear. The silver medalist from the last Games, Gilda, is taking to the field. It was a narrow defeat last time, but Gilda's only grown older since her last shot at the gold. Plus, this hen's just had a chick not too long ago. Looks like she's worked off most of the baby fat, but we'll see if being a mom has taken the Griffonstone representative down a peg or not."
Gilda looked back at the royal box and gave Shining Armor a wink as she stretched casually, stepping out on the field. Shining Armor could already feel himself getting warm, his clothes feeling tight. Gilda was dressed only in a pair of elastic shorts that hugged her thick, meaty ass, a sports bra and a purple tank top that showed off her washboard stomach between the top and the big weightlifting belt, and accentuated her heaving rack. The stallion could feel his wife next to him, glancing at him and smirking, but he didn't acknowledge it. He couldn't tear his eyes away.
His son in his lap recognized his mother with a gleeful giggle, bouncing with excitement. Glint turned away as she stepped onto the field as the announcer continued. "Gilda approaches the rack, weighed in and ready. It all comes down to this. If she can clear this in good form, she'll be taking home the gold for Griffonstone. But it's a tall order to fill."
Gilda strutted confidently until she hit the massive barbell laying in wait for her. If there was any nervousness or hesitation inside the big griffoness, she didn't show it as she slapped chalk onto her palms and squared up before the bar.
"Gilda taking her stance. Everything is riding on this," the announcer reiterated softly. The whole stadium fell hush.
Gilda crouched low and gripped the bar. Shining Armor's heart pounded in his chest. Even Glint stopped his cooing and squirming to watch his mother. If she pulled this off, his entire life would change in an instant...
Her grunts and roars of power mixed with the drone of the announcer. "Gilda begins her lift... Up... and up... just a little more... Over her head! Now she has to hold it! Hold... Almost...! She's done it! Ladies and gentlebirds, Gilda of Griffonstone is your heavy weight gold medalist for the Equestria Games!"
Shining Armor hadn't been this nervous since, well... since his first wedding! It seemed that one never quite overcame the nerves, the wedding jitters, that came with such a day. Just like the first time, it was a big change in his life. After all, he was divorcing Cadance and marrying Gilda today.
Of course, that wasn't the only reason for his nerves. It was also the attire his mistress dictated he wear for this massive, public wedding at the Crystal Palace: nothing but a purple leather collar with a crystal heart clasp, and the purple metal codpiece that came with his royal guard uniform, tightly fitted to his nethers, the rest of his body totally exposed. Just the way she liked it.
Cadance stood next to him, in a pastel blue dress that matched the Crystal Heart on the altar behind them, but she in no way was Shining Armor's bride today. Instead, she was the officiant of the ceremony, and the two could look out and see all who would bear witness to the end of their marriage: his parents, Twilight and her friends, Celestia and Luna, and all of the Crystal Empire plus many, many griffons from Griffonstone on the other side of the aisle, including their king. The chapel was packed.
Glint still squirmed in his arms. Getting him dressed in a little tuxedo - with slots in the back for his little wings - had been a struggle, but now he wiggled happily against his father's bare chest. Gilda had insisted that their son be a part of the ceremony, and Shining Armor liked it. Glint was a spirited, curious boy even as a hatchling, and Shining Armor felt a bond with him just as strong as he did with Flurry Heart. Despite the fact that he was basically in a waking nightmare - standing almost completely naked in front of the whole Crystal Empire - he couldn't help but feel a bit of pride as well. In his arms, for all to see in this great ceremony, he held the fruit of his loins, proof of what he had created with Gilda, his mistress.
"Don't get too excited, or that little thing might pop right off," Cadance teased him with a whisper over the chatter of the crowd.
Shining Armor laughed. "I think you're more excited than I am."
Cadance laughed likewise. "I'm very excited to see what she's going to do with you later tonight. She invited me to go on the honeymoon too, you know. Said you two could use someone to watch the kids. And clean up after," the princess waggled her eyebrow at Shining Armor.
Shining Armor felt a charge run through him. "If you keep talking like that, this crowd's definitely going to get a show."
"At attention, soldier," Cadance whispered back. "Your mistress is here."
Shining Armor looked toward the door as the organ fired up the wedding march. When it opened, the sight overwhelmed him with love and desire as he beheld his new mistress, the woman who made him feel like the stallion he was always meant to be. She was dressed in a white gown, more appropriately than he was, but the garment was still sleeveless to show the big, beefy arms clutching the bouquet of lavender she held. The neckline was also very deep, plunging to show off her massive, perky cleavage held up by the powerful pectorals that lay underneath, still swollen with milk for Glint. But she was still equally lovely as sexy, her eyes accented with gold liner and a long veil and train that had a feathery fringe to complete the look. Shining Armor was certain he'd never seen a more beautiful creature in his life, and he did feel his cup get tighter.
When Gilda reached the altar and stood across from her stallion, the dynamic was clear; she was lovely and powerful, and he was near-naked and handsome, naturally dipping his head in instinctive submission to her. This was less a wedding between man and wife, and more a transfer of power from slave to master. The tight collar around Shining Armor's throat only reminded him of that fact. Even so, Glint couldn't help but squirm, giggle and babble, and reach out for his mother. With a soft smirk, Gilda set down her bouquet and reached out to hold him with his father, looking down at her son with love.
Despite the heavy implication of appearances, it was a sweet moment nonetheless, and the perfect moment for Cadance to begin the ceremony. "Dearly beloved," she began with the classic words, "we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of the Crystal Empire's prince and former guard captain of Canterlot, Shining Armor, and Equestria Games' gold medalist and Griffonstone's champion, Gilda. On a more personal note, we are also here to celebrate an ending as much as a beginning: for when these two are officially wed, my marriage to Shining Armor, and my place as princess of the Crystal Empire will officially cease to be. Gilda will become the new Crystal Queen, and we will celebrate the beginning of a new and intimate friendship between Equestria and Griffonstone that will last for ages to come. And when the Crystal Queen takes her throne, her groom will be dubbed the Royal Consort Shining Armor."
Shining Armor exchanged a glance with Gilda, and he could feel her ambition boring into him, her desire for him. He felt small under her gaze, and it excited him. This was the culmination of all the thrills and taboos that had come before it, and now it was time to make it all official, forever. There was no going back after this. Another shiver of nervousness ran down his spine at the finality of it all, but that only made him feel hotter, made him want it more.
Cadance continued with a soft smile with a hint of mischief at the corners of her mouth. "The couple has decided that their son, Glint, should bear the rings of their new union." Glint was still wriggling around, so Gilda reached into the pockets of his little suit and produced the two rings. Both were fairly heavy, but Gilda's was mostly gold with a big crystal set in the center, while Shining's was mostly platinum, thick and austere, looking more like a chain link than a piece of jewelry. Cadance retrieved the rings with a smile from the giggling griffon chick and then looked to the couple. "You will exchange vows as you exchange rings. Gilda, we start with you."
Shining Armor felt a small rush of nerves as his first wife turned to his new wife with the ring in hand. If there was a last chance for Cadance break script and attack Gilda for stealing her stallion, it would be now. But Cadance didn't. Instead, she seemed to look up at the big griffoness with a thrill of her own, knowing that her relationship with Shining Armor wasn't necessarily finished, just making a big change that was beneficial for all involved. Certainly, Cadance would get to enjoy a lot of up-close benefits of being so close to the the new royal couple. But she maintained her professionalism as she said, "Gilda, do you, by taking this ring, promise to take Shining Armor as your Royal Consort and lawfully wedded husband? And do you promise to care for him, do right by him, and love him with your whole heart? If so, you may say, 'I do.'"
Gilda looked firmly into Cadance's eyes before turning to Shining Armor and giving him a smile; a smile of pure happiness and even affection. "I do," she vowed, and in that vow Shining Armor heard so much more. He recognized the exchange happening between Cadance and Gilda, with Cadance placing trust in Gilda that the stallion she loved would be happy and cared for, and Gilda acknowledging Cadance's bond with Shining and vowing to uphold it to her as much as she was to him. Gilda had never been one to show him much affection, and had never outright said she loved him, but he felt it now. Their love may have been very different from his love with Cadance - Cadance hadn't reduced him to a glorified breeding slave - but it was a kind of love nonetheless.
Shining Armor placed the ring on Gilda's finger, but then it was his turn to receive her ring. Cadance turned to him and began with his vows, which were noticeably different from his bride's. "Shining Armor, do you, by taking this ring, promise to take Gilda as your lawfully wedded wife and accept her as Crystal Queen? And do you promise to obey her every whim, to be her personal sex slave, breeding stud, and fucktoy, day or night, surrendering your whole body to her completely whenever and wherever she desires to use it, and to provide her with and care for as many eggs as she demands of you for as long as you both shall live?" Shining Armor gulped at the rather intense vow, but Cadance just smirked and finished, "If so, you may say, 'I do.'"
That thrill ran through him again, and the codpiece felt tighter and tighter. "I do," Shining Armor said. Gilda stepped up to place the heavy ring on his finger, but it felt more like she was attaching a leash to his collar. The look that burned into his eyes from hers told her that she planned to take full advantage of those vows at the first possible opportunity.
Cadance stepped back with a bright smile, ready to conclude the ceremony. "Then by the power vested in me, I hereby abdicate the throne of the Crystal Empire, and confer the rights, authorities, responsibilities, and titles to Gilda of Griffonstone, and hereby pronounce she and Shining Armor stallion and wife."
Cadance took Glint while Shining Armor reached for Gilda's hands as Cadance's horn flared, glowing brighter until the soft, cyan light engulfed the entire sanctuary, completing the transfer of powers and titles. But when the light receded, the magic had done more than make Gilda the Crystal Queen. The crowd gasped when they saw Shining Armor's cutie mark, exposed on his bare hip with his scant attire.
No longer did his flank bear the shield with the Sparkle family star crest. Instead, his cutie mark had been mysteriously replaced by two eggs, very similar to the one that Gilda had laid which bore Glint, and between them rose the spire of the Crystal palace. The new mark reflected Shining Armor's deep involvement with the Crystal Empire, but the flagrantly phallic look of the mark, the two eggs even arranged just so to look like a pair of testes beneath an erect phallus, made it obvious what his role in the Empire was. Everypony who saw it knew immediately what it meant: his destiny, his special talent, was no longer being a prince or guard captain or any of that. From that moment on, he was destined only to breed griffon eggs for Gilda.
Gilda noted the change with a wry grin, not seeming to mind at all. Shining Armor looked at his hip with shock, turning to Cadance who seemed surprised as well. Changing his cutie mark hadn't at all been an intended effect of the spell - no pony had ever heard of an adult pony's cutie mark changing before! - but it appeared the magic of fate and ponykind had spoken, bound him now to his new calling. And he felt it strongly within him, the call of his cutie mark, leading him to the big, busty, bitchy grifoness in front of him. If there was ever any doubt before about his place beneath her, inside of her, now there was none.
Cadance beamed at the two. "Gilda, you may now kiss your stud."
Gilda mashed her beak to Shining Armor's lips, shoving her tongue into his mouth roughly, possessively as she groped his codpiece while the crowd clapped and cheered. Shining Armor melted into his mistress's arms, right where he belonged at last.
Luna turned the day to night, the reception faded, and Shining Armor and Gilda retreated to the royal suite at last. Gilda wasn't much for parties anyway, and Shining Armor didn't feel as close to the celebration as he did the first time around. He was much more attuned to Gilda's wants and desires, and the longer the night wore on, the more he could sense her desire for him building. When she told him to leave with her, he felt that now-familiar tingle of excitement well within him. Now, Cadance was putting the babies down for the night, and they had all the time in the world to themselves.
Gilda was already stripping out of her dress, down to her lacy white bra and panties that Shining Armor thought seemed entirely unlike her, and yet they only made Gilda seem more regal, ladylike, and powerful in her authority over him, the lace straining to keep her massive breasts and ass contained, stained lightly with spots of milk, hugging her cut stomach and powerful thighs tightly. She stood by the bed and looked over her shoulder at him by the door. "Take that thing off and get over here," she commanded him bluntly.
"Yes, Mistress," Shining Armor obeyed. There was no hesitation on his part; he'd been waiting to get the codpiece off of him and let his junk get some air ever since that morning. A simple clasp later and it clattered to the floor, his long cock spilling forth, throbbing and chubbing up to an erection now that it was freed from its confines, his hefty nuts more than ready to do their royal duties as he approached Gilda.
She took her time reaching back to unhook her bra, her heaving breasts spilling into the moonlight, perky nipples gleaming with spots of dribbling milk. "That's better," she sighed. She didn't turn around to face Shining Armor, looking out the window of the royal suite, toward the open doors that led to their balcony and the night sky over the Crystal Empire outside. It was a rare moment for Gilda, Shining Armor thinking that she seemed quiet, pensive even. Softly, she broke the silence by asking, "How do you feel?"
"Incredible, Mistress," he replied. "I can't believe my cutie mark changed, but it feels so right. Ever since I met you, ever since that day in the locker rooms I felt my eyes had been opened to something totally new, and now I see it right in front of me. This life, with you... It's really what I've always wanted." He smiled, sighing. "I feel like a king," he added.
Gilda turned to look at him with that fierce grin on her beak, and Shining Armor knew he had misspoke. "Oh yeah?" she said. "Come with me then." She sauntered toward the balcony, stripping down her panties as she went and discarding them, leaving her huge ass bare. Each step seemed to make her entire body sway with her massive size and heft, from her breasts to her bottom to even the supple muscles of her thighs and back. Shining Armor followed obediently.
The Crystal Queen stepped onto the balcony without a hint of shame, walking up to the railing and placing her talons on it, leaning over, her tits hanging down over the city below. They were high up, but not too high that Shining Armor couldn't make out the forms of ponies and griffons below, yet high enough that a gentle night breeze stirred Gilda's feathers and tickled his bare balls.
"I could get used to this..." Gilda muttered with a grin. But then she merely reached back and, unceremoniously, slapped her ass while looking over her shoulder at Shining Armor. "C'mon then. You feel like a king? Let's see what you got." She leaned forward, sticking out her huge ass, lifting her slinky lioness tail, and exposing that delicious, tight, oozing wet pussy to him.
"Yes, Mistress!" Shining Armor complied eagerly. So early in the night and with more rest than he usually got, his cock was ready and able to get hard for her at a moment's notice, the meaty length springing to a full, swinging erection as he took up his position behind her. It was a rare moment that Shining Armor was allowed to top, and usually Gilda had something up her sleeve when she did take a position beneath him, but they both knew well that just because she was letting him on top didn't mean for a second she was submitting to him. She wasn't even rewarding him; she was merely testing him.
Gilda's big, strong ass was like a mountain, rising imposing before Shining Armor, but he stepped up ready to conquer it. Gripping her hips in his hands, he angled himself toward her entrance, feeling the heat and wetness kiss at his flare, inviting him in before he took the first plunge. "Nnnnnnggghh..." he groaned as the heavenly embrace squeezed hot around his thick shaft. Even hours of sex a day and pushing out Glint's egg couldn't compromise the crushing tightness of Gilda's cunt, threatening to push him out as her core squeezed around him, forcing him to pound into her to push his flare to the depths in her, grunting again as his balls slapped against her loins. The feeling of being inside of Gilda's pussy was more familiar by now than being without, but the intense pleasure of it would never get old.
When he reached his hilt within her, Gilda just sighed again, her wings and tail shivering in delight at the feeling of fullness. "Mmm, yeah..." she moaned. "C'mon... fuck your wife," she encouraged him.
His wife. Just the words, the very idea, made Shining Armor feel like he could cum right there. Cadance was no longer his wife; never again did he have to have slow, boring sex with the princess of love. Gilda was his wife now, and he could look forward to pounding this tight, hot, wet griffoness pussy every day for the rest of his life. He gave it to her hard, laying into her without a hint of hesitation, knowing full well she could take anything he could dish out, and at least for a glorious moment, Shining Armor got to enjoy the heedless pleasure of simply fucking a cunt with abandon, mindlessly indulging in lust and pleasure, in the tight squelch of flesh around his dick and pussy juices leaking down his balls. He was in utter heaven.
"Harder," Gilda grunted. Shining Armor came back down from his momentary high to answer her demands. He gripped her tail in one hand to pull her harder into his thrusts, the claps of their flesh ringing out over the city, though no pony seemed to hear yet. He let a palm smack against her ass with a sharp swat before digging his fingers into her flesh, riding her hard, slamming into the very depths of her. Yet Gilda wasn't satisfied. "Harder!" she barked. Shining Armor did his best, holding nothing back, breaking from a run into a sprint as his cock pounded into her in a blur. His new cutie mark flashed against the moonlight as he gave it his all, stuffing her cunt like crazy, his chest heaving as he ravaged her pussy. But it wasn't enough for Gilda. Still wearing that cocky grin, she looked back at him and glared. "Is that all you got, Your Majesty?"
She was taunting him, teasing him still. Shining Armor didn't know if it came from a place of submission, wanting to please his wife, or the last vestiges of his male pride wanting to put this bitchy griffoness in her place, but a surge of power overcame him. He reached out for her and took her thighs in his arms, giving a roar as he heaved upward. Gilda gave a yelp as well as her feet left the ground, and Shining Armor's own great strength lifted the massive griffoness into the air. Her arms reached up to wrap around his neck for stability, and Shining Armor gripped her calves tight in his hands and his thighs against her arms, holding her up tight and standing up strong. His cock still remained buried inside her cunt, but now that her legs were spread wide, lifted out of the way, and gravity was on his side, Shining Armor was free to fuck Gilda full-nelson.
His nuts swung hard through the air as he pounded up into her, impaling her on his dick like a piston ramming her. Gilda's entire body shook with each impact, her huge breasts swinging and sloshing with each thrust while her fingers dug into the back of his neck. She hissed in delight, even reaching up with her beak to bite and nibble at his jaw while he fucked the hell out of her. His arms and chest burned with the power it took to support her weight like this, and his thighs still clenched hard from the effort of thrusting, but using his muscles like this only made him feel his own strength more keenly, power surging through him as he fucked this juicy griffoness pussy hard.
"Yeah! Yeah! Just like that! Gimme that big fucking horsecock!" Gilda howled for him. Shining Armor hit his peak when he felt Gilda's body seize around him, her pussy clamping tight onto his shaft before hot wetness flooded his flesh, squirting around his meaty dick in a wet flood of pleasure as she came hard, grunting loud and groaning long for him. Shining Armor watched the droplets of juices spray out over the balcony edge, mist aloft on the wind and clear glitters raining down over the streets below. He couldn't resist it a moment longer, letting out a whinny of pure bliss as he planted himself to the balls in her gushing cunt, his flare expanding as he pumped into her another hot, full, creamy load of virile spunk, and Shining Armor swore he could feel his cutie mark throbbing in time with his balls as sperm sought out more eggs within Gilda's womb.
Breathing hard, Shining Armor felt his arms quiver, and Gilda took the time to end the charade. She broke from his grip, his cock slipping out of her and hanging limply between his legs for only a moment. When she stood on her own feet and stretched, Shining Armor could see his cum oozing out of her pussy before she turned around, still wearing that fierce glare. Without even waiting for her order, Shining Armor's horn flared up and his cock shot straight up to a firm, throbbing erection.
"You think you're worthy to be called a king after a performance like that? " Gilda taunted him, her hands on her hips. She took a couple steps up to him, her tits pressing into his chest, pushing back against him as she glared at him. "You're not fit for the throne. You never were. And neither is that pathetic Princess of Love. You know what it takes to rule? What you don't have? I'll tell you: power. And you either have it, or you don't." She let the sentiment hang in the air before demonstrating. "Get on your knees."
Shining Armor fell to his knees immediately, against the cold tile, his muzzle mere inches away from Gilda's pussy, the tight lips hiding the pink flesh within, yet still oozing a steady drizzle of creamy, fresh cum. He sat still, awaiting the order they both knew was coming.
"Eat."
Shining Armor shoved his face forward, slurping his tongue along her slot, tasting the salty spunk fresh from his own balls as it mixed with her briny, tangy juices, lapping up her labia, slurping at her clit and circling it with his tongue. He twisted and swiveled his head as he ate out his wife's pussy from top to bottom, tugging at her clit with his lips before shoving his head between her thighs further to plunge his tongue as deep inside her as he could, swallowing his own jizz in mouthfuls as he moaned gratefully beneath her.
"That's where you belong. Not on a throne. Licking my fucking cunt, cockmeat," Gilda taunted him. He felt her crotch shift as she lifted a thigh, only to put her foot on his shoulder and kick forward, easily toppling him down onto his back. Before he could even recover from the thud against the tile, Gilda reached down, taking his own ankles in her powerful grip, tugging him upward. Shining Armor felt his heart race as he wound up in a compromising position: upside-down, his ankles in the air, held firmly by Gilda's hips, spread wide and his plump, sensitive balls totally vulnerable and completely exposed.
He briefly feared what she might do with his crown jewels, but when she reached a leg up again, he was relieved when she merely stepped over him to straddle him. Reaching down, he felt his balls tighten as Gilda gripped the base of his erection and pointed it straight up, lining up with her freshly-eaten pussy. Seeing what was happening and how things were lining up, Shining Armor could only tense and brace himself before Gilda slammed herself down onto his cock all at once.
His wife continued to surprise him with all the new and creative ways she devised to top him. In this position, with her feet planted firmly on the ground, Gilda had way more leverage to bounce onto his dick than she did in any cowgirl position. Her body was a blur and the force of each slam felt like she was pounding his whole body into the tile, helplessly mashed into a paste beneath the full strength of her rippling core and trunk-like thighs. She may not have had the advantage of getting the full length of his cock, instead each drop of her hips was accompanied by the heart-stopping impact of her ass against his balls that was almost forceful enough to be terrifyingly painful, but managed to stop just shy of agony and stay in the realm of merely, utterly dominating. His cock was truly a toy for her, bent upward as she bent his knees, trapped in her vice of a cunt and ridden like a dildo, his own ass a platform for her pounding hips to slam onto. His whole body rocked with each impact, and despite all the ways that Gilda had thoroughly used him before, he never felt so very used, so much like a mere object, as he did now.
And all the while, their bodies mashing together with meaty impacts soaring over the city and Shining Armor's strained whimpers and grunts mixing with Gilda's husky growls and groans of ferocious delight, she gloated overtop him, glaring down as she continued to taunt him. "Just think, the whole city could see us, could see you helpless like this, getting fucked like a toy by your mistress, your queen, and all they'd have to do is look up. They'd see you toppled and spread and getting ridden like a bitch and there's nothing they or anyone could fucking do about it. Because you're mine. Do you understand? You're my cock, now and forever, and I'm gonna make sure the whole world knows it." She looked over the edge that Shining Armor couldn't see, but whatever she saw below made her grin even more fiercely as she turned back to him. "Let them look. Let the whole Crystal Empire see their so-called king. Let them see the most powerful stallion in Equestria getting his nuts drained like apples crushed into cider. I'll make sure none of them are ever able to look you in the eye ever again. As soon as your cutie mark changed, they knew what it meant. They lost all respect for you. After everything's settled, no pony will ever think of you as a king or even a prince. They'll look at you like my personal pair of nuts to breed with and nothing more. Cockmeat. That's all you are and all you'll ever be, to me, and now to all of Equestria."
Shining Armor felt his heart pounding in his chest as hard as Gilda was pounding on top of him, crushing his nuts, milking his cock like a flesh piston, quashing his whole being into utter nothingness beneath her. He felt like meat, a big slab of flesh only good for shoving his dick into the griffon using him like he was nothing and cumming into her ovaries as she wished. He couldn't take it a moment longer. The ecstasy of it all was too much. "YES MY QUEEN!!!" he roared as he started cumming, harder than he ever had, his balls gripping tightly against his body as his cock blasting gout after gout of fresh, hot, thick cum up into the back of Gilda's womb while she squirted overtop him once more, her pussy juices leaking down onto his chest and face, but he didn't care at all. Everything was perfect.
He felt his cock stiffen hard before he could even muster the wherewithal to cast his spell, his lolling head managing to catch the sight of Cadance's legs at the entrance to the balcony. Gilda noticed her as well, but didn't cease riding her new husband. Cadance's hands slid toward her crotch, trying to rub it surreptitiously and failing as she reported, "Glint fell right asleep, Your Majesty."
"Good," Gilda growled as she continued to pound Shining Armor senseless from her amazon position over him, his cock gleaming as she mashed her cunt onto it. "Go and ring the crystal bell, and mark the official consummation of my marriage to the Royal Consort," she ordered.
"Y-yes, Your Majesty," Cadance whimpered. She bowed and left, but Shining Armor could see that she merely ducked around the edge of the balcony, still watching and peeking at her former husband while Gilda fucked him harder and better than she could ever have dreamed.
Gilda's hips still mashed him into a limp mess of legs and babbling groans of pleasure, but she knew Cadance was still watching just as well as Shining did. It only made it all the hotter, and Gilda couldn't pass up the urge to gloat. "You love my pussy."
"I love your pussy, My Queen!"
"You'd do anything to get this pussy."
"I'd do anything for your pussy, My Queen!"
"You'd dedicate your entire life to this pussy."
"Yes!" Shining Armor cried out as he felt himself tipping over the edge into another mind-numbing, surging climax, his balls spilling into Gilda's cunt as his voice rang over the city, "Your pussy is the best thing that ever happened to me! All I want is to serve your pussy! CADANCE'S PUSSY WAS NO WHERE NEAR AS GOOD AS YOUR PUSSY GILDA!!!"
The two heard a sharp gasp from behind the balcony entrance as that admission no doubt sent Cadance into her own fervent climax, and Gilda merely smirked overtop Shining Armor as she rode out his orgasm as well, grinding her cunt down into his crotch as mashing their hips together with swivels of her own hips. "Run along, little princess," she ordered. Shining Armor watched as Cadance's legs appeared again, briefly, before disappearing as they ran away to fulfill Gilda's orders.
Gilda turned back down to her husband, the ferocity of her gold eyes burning into his chest as she grinned down at him. "That's what I like to hear, cockmeat. Now let them hear it down there. Let all of Equestria know what you are, and who I am!"
Gilda laid into Shining Armor with a new fervor and power he didn't think she possessed, but he supposed she wasn't the heavyweight champion for nothing. Every impact of her body onto his crotch shook his whole form, folding his spine and ravaging him utterly. He could barely see straight, all he could feel was his balls being juiced and his cock being milked by Gilda's tight, creampied furnace of a cunt. Words tumbled out of his mouth without a thought, all to obey her.
"I'M YOUR COCKMEAT!"
Gilda hissed in delight as another climax was building up in her, sitting up as her tits bounced with every bounce down onto him.
"YOU'RE THE BEST FUCK IN ALL OF EQUESTRIA!"
Gilda's hands left his ankles as his own climax began, her hands reaching up to grope her tits, squeezing little jets of milk out into the air while her eyes snapped shut and a grin spread across her face in mounting pleasure.
"YOU'RE THE BIGGEST BADDEST BITCH OF ALL TIME!!!"
BONG! BONG! BONG!
Gilda's squirting orgasm accompanied the ringing of the bell, her bellow of triumph roaring over the city. The citizens of the Crystal Empire looked up on that bright summer night and they saw the Crystal Queen above, riding the Royal Consort's cock like a cheap dildo while she forced him to empty his nuts inside of her, roaring in victory as her massive, royal tits gushed milk like two faucets and her royal pussy squirted like a fountain, raining her juices down onto the streets and subjects below, the image burned forever into the minds of her subjects.
Gilda was officially the Crystal Queen, a woman whose power and lust was unequaled. When scholars and historians of the coming days discussed the moment and its depictions throughout various texts and art, he would be known only as the Royal Consort, reduced to little more than the cock she happened to be riding upon when she achieved her glorious royal climax, squirting her blessing down over the Empire beneath her.
Author's Note
Thanks for reading! Be on the lookout for a potential sequel!
