Author's Note

Chapter content warning: brief depiction of accidental watersports.

Rivals

Nora returned to her familiar hotspot with some trepidation. The usual hive of horniness was once again empty, no customers attent and waiting, no seedy looking characters waiting to swap bits for pleasure. It was exactly as the backstreet of a pictureque country town should look at night. She hated it.

Things had shaken out okay in the end the night before, if only by chance, but something was definitely off about the lack of stallions here. She hadn't known streets this peaceful since she first got her start in the biz. Were ponies on high alert, now that the heat was on? Nora doubted it. Sure, Twi had heard rumors, but she hadn't acted on them... yet. And she only learned that much by happenstance. Nora thought back to her encounter with the alicron two days ago. She had mentioned some colts talking about her - shouldn't that mean she still had some customers looking to get busy?

Nora sighed, many thoughts filling her head. Were the good times really over? Perhaps she'd have to just pack up shop, or at least go part time if there was really so little interest now. She supposed it may have been inevitable - perhaps ponies were getting bored of her. Even if most were up for a roll in the hay once or twice, surely there were a limited number who would indulge her regularly? Back home, at least, it would take a certain type of man to routinely pay for sex. Her own exotic appeal may have been fading, too - merchants and other travellers still gave her a reaction, but to Ponyville she was as normal as crusts on a sandwich now, even if that wasn't to everyone's taste.

She felt that all - or at least most - of her clients had left with a good time, but maybe that just wasn't enough. It's perfectly possible to enjoy sex and not feel the need to come back again and again - not everyone is an addict like her, she considered. She wondered if it would be worth lowering prices somewhat and seeing if things changed. A mere week or so ago she never would have dreamt that necessary.

Mind racing with possible reasons for the missing interest, Nora waited. And waited, and waited, and then waited some more. As time flew by with nothing but her thoughts and the sound of the wind to keep her company, her hope waned. Eventually, she had all but given up, ready to call it quits.

She sulked out of the alley, greeted by the soft glow of the night and by the stiff air.

Maybe this is for the best, mused Nora. Twilight was a hair away from rumbling me, and that means it was only a matter of time before the pieces all clicked into place.

She felt some bittersweet relief at this. She could get out clean, if she needed. Perhaps this was a sign. Fate does seem to exist in Equestria, at least in some capacity, after all.

Yet still, something tugged at her mind. There had to be an explanation for the sudden drop off in clients. One stallion in three nights? Unheard of. Too low to be a coincidence. Just what was going on?

If someone had later sat her down and asked Nora to explain why she had started wandering, she wouldn't have been able to articulate it. It was like an imperceptible force was pulling her, guiding her down the street, further into the web of roads and branching alleyways that lived in Ponyville's shopping quarter. She wasn't sure what she would find, only that she was content to look. What if some half-wit stallion had given his buds bad info and told them the wrong street corner to wait on? Maybe teams of heavy stallion sacks sat waiting just behind Sugarcube Corner, or Bon Bon's candy shop, or the post office, and nopony had told her? Poor boys - their needy cocks must have been twitching with anticipation by now, waiting for dear little Nora to tend them.

She licked her lips at the imagined treasure trove of colts waiting for her in the promised land - wherever that was. She walked slowly and with purpose, just without direction, milling about carelessly in the hopes of finding the source of this sure-to-be mix-up.

Under cover of darkenss she prowled, continuing her hunt. She felt like an apex predator waiting to pounce some poor gazelle. Okay, perhaps that was poor metaphor, since deer were intelligent here. She had yet to meet one of them in the bedroom, though, so perhaps the comparison was not so misplaced after all.

Eventually, rounding the corner of a narrow street, light dim due to the tall buildings surrounding the place, she thought she could hear something. It was too quiet to place, yet there is was all the same - a soft... rustling? Ruffling?

Nora pressed on, making long, slow strides as to not create too much noise with her footsteps. As she made her way further down the path before her, she thought she picked up hushed whispers, too.

It was tough to pinpoint which of the side streets the sounds were eminating from, but eventually she came up on a turn that seemed to house what she was looking for. She heard it more clearly, now - the distinct sound of voices, along with some sort of movement. Standing on arched feet, she tiptoed to the entrance of the alley, ready to peek around the corner.

When she did so, what she saw shocked her.

Stood in the alley were two stallions, each with long, shaggy manes that mostly covered their eyes. One was brown, the other had a more tan, soft caramel coat. Their manes and tails inverted this palette, the darker colt sporting a lighter, almost blonde mane, while the lighter pony wore a darker, chocolate colored head of hair. His cutie mark appeared to be three basketballs arranged in a triangle formation, while his companion's flank boasted a dumbell. It made sense, as they looked athletic, standing on the tall side for most stallions. Nora also made out a pair of chiselled, square jaws in their silhouettes.

What caught her immediate attention, however, was what was going on on the floor.

There laid a third pony, gray coated and black haired. And, naturally, some sort of bird creatue was riding him cowgirl style.

Nora rubbed her eyes, jaw slack at the sight. She pinched her arm just to make sure she wasn't dreaming, but sure enough, the prone pony, leaning against the alley wall, sat thrusting his dick into a being that seemed for all intents and purposes to be half pheasant, and half lion. She recognized it right away as a griffon.

Griffons were rare in pony settlements. She had seen just one - a mail mare with dark plumes, who always seemed carry a smile on her face. An impressive feat, given the beak, and all. This griffon was not her, however. She was a plain brown, right up to her neck line, at which point white plumage fluffed out, lavender highlights meeting the tips of her feathers and circling her eyes, almost like eyeshadow. Nora had to admit she looked striking. Her interest at seeing the strange creature was offset plenty by her abject shock at seeing her getting down and dirty with some rando behind a building, however.

The griffon worked her hips as the pony below her bucked upward, giving her a good pounding. She took it in her stride, gyrating eagerly, one set of talons holding her ass as her tail danced. The other two ponies stood nearby, clearly enjoying the show. Nora noticed the outline of two whopping stallion cocks under their barrels, each evidently excited by the display.

As the griffon and the gray pony both worked harder, thrusting with more might, eventually he reached boiling point, a thick load shooting out as he slipped out of his griffon fuck buddy. After his first spurt, he wrapped his hooves around her feminine frame, pulling her in and burying himself inside her again, finishing in the panting avian. The spectators cheered, the brown one stomping his hooves in the floor in added encouragement. Then, finally, they spoke.

"Holy smokes, Score, you showed her good!"

The gray pony on the ground - Score, apparently - blew his jet mane out of his eyes, peering around the neck of the griffon he still cradled, flashing a wry grin.

"This one's a good fuck alright, fellas! Sheesh," he stopped, wiping some sweat from his forehead. "I could go another two rounds with you easy, babydoll."

The bird lady, picking herself off the stallion, his shrinking member sliding out of her with ease as cum leaked onto his belly, cast a fiery glance at the reclined pony.

"Whatever, whatever. Just tell me who's next."

The tan coated pony waltzed up to her, sporting a cock smile of his own.

"That'd be me, sweet thing."

His right foreleg stretched out to meet her, and in it, Nora spotted a plain pouch clutched in his hoof. The distinctive glint of sparkling coins caught her eye, reflecting light beckoning her around the rim of the open bag.

This was snatched by a swift claw, which then proceeded to poke around inside, below a beak that opened and closed rapidly with mumbled counting under its breath.

"Alright, you're good to go. Step up, and let's get this over with."

Nora's heart quickened. Was this really what it looked like?

Prostitution - her trade - seemed to be such an unthinkable thing in Equestria, at least based on what she had seen. In all her time here, she never knew of anyone who indulged in the trade as a sex worker, other than herself, and she could hardly be held to normal pony standards. Yet here she was, having just watched this griffon rawfuck a pony in an alley, before accepting a bag of gold. There was no mistaking it.

Her brain got to work filling in the gaps, rationalizing what she bore witness to. It must have made sense that it would be a griffon of all things to be the first sex worker she had seen, besides herself. They clearly had a different culture. Maybe they were less... repressed? And if a new griffon showed up in town, it would probably be a talking point. Significantly less so than her own initial arrival, but still, an act of note.

This led her to another conclusion, one which brought a blazing fury to her heart.

This must be the bitch Twilight heard those ponies talking about the other night!

It all made sense. Nora was usually so careful; discretion was very much her watchword, and while she couldn't stop another pony from spilling the beans, it would be unlike her to stir up enough of a fuss to tip off the local princess, of all ponies. This, however...

That also explained one other thing which had been causing her grief these past few days...

This skank has been taking my customers!

Nora wasn't the jealous type. Filthy Rich was one of her favorite fuck buddies, after all, and he had a wife and a kid. Mrs. Cake got to have her fat ass pounded my Mr. Cake's magical cock every single night, yet Nora stayed away from him all for the sake of their marriage. But this griffon slut, snaking her way into her territory, and stealing her business? That would not stand. No siree.

Nora's fist balled up in anger, but before she could leap in with triumphant fury and dispell the wayward she-beast, a more pressing problem presented itself.

"Horseapples!" called out the pony with the dumbell cutie mark, looking her way. "We've been spotted!"

The three ponies, all pegasi, stood awestruck upon seeing her, but the griffon girl pounced away immediately, taking off with the bag of bits in her clutches. Nora, in an impressive display of human speed, dashed after her, taking a few swift strides before reaching skyward, just about managing to grab her tail.

"G-Get off me!" yelled the griffon, flailing as she attempted to accelarate out of Nora's grip to no avail. Nora stood, feet planted on the floor, the griffon's wriggle dragging her forward on her heels a little, but she remained in control. With one heavy heave, she pulled on the creature's tail, sending her crashing down into her, dropping the bag of bits which went scattering everywhere.

The duo collapsed in a heap on the floor, the griffon's butt sitting on Nora's stomach. Oof. She wasn't light.

In a mere second, she heard a gasp above and the griffon scampered off her. "My bits!"

Nora sat up, clutching her core in pain, to see her frantically picking up individual coins in her deft claws, stuffing them back into her bag. Taking stock of the situation, Nora looked around at the assembled ponies, who seemed at a loss for words.

She wasn't quite expecting to have charged the poor bird like that, certainly, but she didn't want to let her leave without a confrontation, either. Nora's face flushed as her adrenaline kickstarted, unable to work out exaclty what she was going to say or do. She had intervened without a plan, and it was showing.

"W... What the hay are you?" asked the basketball-flanked pony to her left. The griffon was still frantically darting around after spilled bits, tailfeathers shaking in the air as she bent over to retrieve her ill-gotten gains.

"I'm a human," she replied, with some confidence. "Nora the human. These are my streets," she said, plainly, throwing her accusation to the avian who still had her back to her.

One of the colts to her right gulped. "You mean... ponies pay to... to screw around with you?"

She crossed her arms. "Damn right."

The gray pony who had already gotten his dick wet - Score, she remembered - looked his comrades left and right before speaking hurriedely, some uncertainty seeping into his voice. "Boys, group huddle."

As the trio gathered around, nearly butting heads as they leaned on each other with their front hooves for support, Nora took a few idle steps closer to the panicking griffon. Hearing her approach, the irate punk chick chirped out as coins clinked in her clutches.

"You nearly cost me 300 bits, dweeb!"

300? She even charges more than I do?!

"Didn't look like you earned them to me," she said. "I wanted to talk to you."

"Talkin' ain't free, toots. I got bits to make and ponies to rut."

"Well, you've attracted a lot of unwanted attention out here, and it's causing a real headache for me. So I'd appreciate a little discretion, at least," replied Nora, resisting the urge to spit.

"And just who are you, exactly?"

"I'm your competition."

The griffon actually laughed at this. "Hah! Good one. Some competition you are. I bet ponies aren't exactly lining up round the block to fuck you," she concluded derisively.

"You'd be surprised... look," Nora reasoned, taking a calm tone to surpress her rising temper. "We're both clever... mares..."

She wasn't sure it was the right word to use, but it was what ponies always said. She felt sure there wasn't a word that accurately encompassed the pair of them, anyway.

"We can talk this out. Make some sort of a deal. But you have to stop flaunting it in public, or you'll ruin this for both of us."

Nora was surprised at herself, not usually being so hostile, but it looked like this grumpy griffon was more than willing to meet her at her level.

"Not likely. You sound jealous, to me," she said, stopping to give her rump a little sway. "What, none of the pony boys want to play around with yooou?" she mocked, taking an infantile tone.

Nora could hear growing whispers behind her, turning her head to see the three stallions, still hanging close to one another, conversing in secret, but looking at her and the griffon both. She concentrated, focusing in to try and pick up on their conversation.

"Dude, I'm telling you... they'll totally go for it..."

"No way, bro, chicks don't actually do that, that's just in books and stuff... not that I read books."

"I'm telling you, dude, any chick will totally lez out if you dangle a bag of bits in her face."

"That tall one looks hot, too. I wanna go back to Cloudsdale bragging that I banged that, don't you?"

"She looks kinda weird to me, bro."

"She's exotic! How often do you get the chance to bend over a mare from a species you've never even heard of before?"

"But we don't know what a human is, what if she-"

"If you don't want in then take a hike, bro, more for me and Hoops."

"N-Nah, bro, I'm in, I'm in, I'm jus' saying, is all..."

Charming.

They walked up to her, looking her over with some curiosity.

"So you'll really do anything for money?" asked the tan pony - Hoops, she presumed from his cutie mark.

"Well..." said Nora with a flourish, "Not anything, but I'll show you a good time if you've got the bits to pay for it, big boy."

She poked him on his snout, casuing him to retreat a couple of paces with an embarrassed look on his face.

"You might be even dirtier than Gilda here," said Score. "And I didn't think that was possible!"

Gilda, eh? The name suited her, Nora supposed. The griffon in question had turned to face the small group, now, having stuffed all the bits back into the little pouch she carried.

"And we'll be taking that back," said the brown pony, whose name Nora hadn't caught yet, darting in with a flap of his wings and swiping the bag off of Gilda in an instant. She blinked once, amazed, before narrowing her eyes. "But you girls can still earn it. If you're willing to work... together."

Nora cocked an eyebrow, catching where this was going. She looked over her shoulder at Gilda, who exhaled through her nose. "I'll work with any two-bit slut if you want, but you'd better have the bits to pay for it. This'll cost extra."

Nora was impressed at her hardline negotiation skills, if nothing else. "That goes for me, too," she said, raising a hand.

The three looked at one another, before eventually, two sets of eyes landed on the brown pony who's flank suggested he was adept with weights.

"Dumbell, you're good for this one, c'mon, dude."

Dumbell sighed, rolling his eyes. "I still dunno, bro..."

He looked from Gilda to Nora, before giving another resigned sigh.

"Fine. You two better put on a good show, though."

He procured, seemingly from nowhere, another bag of coins, slightly larger than the first. He poured some into the smaller big until they were about even.

"Should be 500 bits each here. Good enough for you two fine ladies?"

Nora and Gilda looked at one another, sharing a wordless exchange, before Gilda nodded. "It'll do," she said.

Nora had noticed that Hoops and Dumbell hadn't quite lost their hardness from before, each still erect and raring to go. Score, the pony who had already been treated to a round of griffon ass, also poked out of his sheath a little, his stallionhood already springing back into life at the prospect of more action.

"Wait," called out Hoops. "What about those?" he pointed at Nora, though she wasn't quite sure why. Eventually, she picked up on his intent, tugging at her shirt.

"You mean my clothes? They come off, cutie."

To prove it, she shed her shirt, unbuttoning it and casting it aside on the ground next to her. She wasn't thrilled at having to leave her attire on the floor of some alley, but she didn't really have anywhere better to put them right now. She reached behind her back for her bra strap next, unclasping it and rolling it off her chest. Dumbell took to the air, admiring the view from above, while Hoops stomped his hooves in delight. Score gave a loud wolf whistle.

"She's got milkers up there, dude!" shouted Hoops.

These damn ponies are gonna get me caught if they don't keep the volume down... if this is how Gilda has been running things I can see how word got out about her so quick...

Nora blushed, both at the attention and at the thought of these frat boy types alerting somepony. Still, she crossed her arms in a huff and haughtily titled her chin upward, relishing in the attention, if only to spite Gilda.

Next came her jeans and panties, which she slid off together, her jeans hugging her waist but fitting loosely enough to come down without a fight. She kicked off her bottomwear and stood in the alley, naked.

Feeling the sudden rush of the situation, Nora started to get into the swing of things, excitement overtaking her momentarily. Her nipples hardened at her arousal and at the cold air hitting them.

Gilda looked at her, absorbing the human's true form. She looked inquisitive - not disgusted, but not outwardly impressed, either. They looked at each other awkwardly, neither wanting to make the first move.

"Tick tock, ladies," called out one of their spectators. "We paid for a show."

The pair shuffled toward one another, both somewhat embarrassed now. Nora's bravado was wearing off as the reality of what she was doing set in, her excitement at the daringness of it all superseded by nervousness at what was to come, and mostly, what could go wrong. She steeled herself with the thought that if she followed through, and better yet, if she showed up this boisterous griffon, she may yet reclaim her usual stomping grounds without further fussing.

No, she had to do this. If she could wow these three loudmouths, there was no way Gilda would keep eating into her usual clientele, and she may just send her packing for good.

Nora's thoughts were cut off as a cold talon touched her bare skin, sliding down her pelivs and toward her vagina. She squirmed at the contact, the unexpected sensation of the sharp claw carressing her skin leaving her tingling. When it got to her pussy, Gilda felt out her folds, dragging claws over the sides of her labia.

With a shiver, Nora crouched, both at the stimulation and to better position herself to return fire. She snaked a hand around to the griffon's backside, feeling out her ass, before sliding three fingers into Gilda's own mound. The griffon perked up at this, head raising slightly as her eyes went wide, before returning to a more subdued state. In response, she slid a talon into Nora's own entrance, caressing her from the inside.

The two fingered each other, slowly getting to grips with how this would work. The height difference along with the obvious unfamiliarity with one another's anatomy made for a sluggish start, though Nora felt she had something of an advantage, there, with Gilda not being too dissimilar from a pony in shape and form. For her part, though, Gilda adapted to the human quickly, exploring uncharted territory with both ease and pride as she quickened her pace, talons scraping against the inside of Nora's pussy, leaving her gasping. The feeling was unlike anything she had experienced before, and she couldn't exactly say it was unpleasant. It seemed that griffons has more adaptability with their talons than ponies did with their hooves, which certainly lended well to Gilda's craft.

"Woah, bro."

"Dude, I told you this would be awesome!"

The cheers and jeers of their audience reminded Nora why she was here. She fingered Gilda with delight, trying to outmatch her before the griffon could one up her. It wasn't working. Gilda's dextrous claws were assaulting Nora's pussy, which was already slick at the attention.

"Hey, c'mon girls, I wanna see you really get into it!" said Score, looking on from in front of the pair, stroking his cock slightly with one hoof. "How 'bout a friendly little competition? First one to make the other cum gets an extra 50 bits?"

The mention of bits sent Gilda into overdrive, fingering Nora with neither mercy not restraint. Her knees quaked, struggling to keep her upright in this uncomfotable squat as she reached over to continue playing with Gilda's pussy. Before she could even escalate things further, Gilda continued her advance, leaning in with her beak and tonguing her.

"Ah!" cried Nora at the sudden assault, completely caught off guard, her nether regions shuddering under the wet muscle's diligent care.

She felt like her knees were going to give out soon if she didn't come up with something. Gilda was wet from her own advances, but the griffon hardly seemed to care, pushing on unaffected. It wasn't enough.

Nora looked around, assessing her options. Shrouded in the alleys, before her were three pegasus stallions enjoying the show, looking on from behind thick, wavy manes and calling out to the pair, egging them on. Occasionally they would hover mid-air for a moment to get a new angle on the porn scene that was unfolding before them. When they did so, their flopping cocks were easy to get sight of, calling to attention against the dreary backdrop of the street. They had no qualms about stroking themselves off to the show. To her right stood Gilda, poised on three legs as her remaining claw pumped Nora's pussy, her middle talons thrusting in and out like a piston while one rubbed her clitoris and another simply kept her steady. Gilda's tongue lolled out of her beak, slurping at Nora's wanting flesh, complimenting her fingering technique and keeping her well lubricated. Despite the seemingly obvious disadvantage that a beak would present for oral fun, Gilda had the talent of a champion, showing no signs of any weakness. Meanwhile, Gilda's own backside stuck out at an angle, raised slightly from Gilda bringing her face in to Nora's crotch. Her lion-like tail swished absentmindedly, the only notable reaction from her rear end, despite Nora's own tender care back there, fingers quickening in a vain attempt to get the greedy girl to cum.

Perhaps Gilda had done this with mares before. She certainly had been quick enough to jump in at the offer the jocks had made them, despite her less than sunny disposition toward the human, though it seemed that the generous promise of bits had more to do with that than anything. Then again, maybe she was just adaptable - her methods had proven plenty effective so far, Nora reminded herself as she bit her bottom lip to suppress a moan - even with an unfamilair biped to contend with. Nora thought back to her own first time with a mare - with Lyra. She had just laid on the floor and let the unicorn fondle her silly. She hadn't actually needed to show any kind of skill with the female sex. It seemed that was biting her in the ass now.

As Nora's lower half quaked, she made a rash decision. By bringing in her mouth, Gilda had an advantage over her. Nora couldn't meet her on her level from this position, at least without permanently altering her spine. Her knees and feet hurt at the strain of keeping her situated at half height so she could pleasure the griffon in kind. So she decided to do the only thing she could think of, even if it did seem a little gross.

She immediately retreated, sitting down on the ground, her bare ass touching base on the public footpath that who knew how many ponies, or even animals, had walked over. As much as she found the thought uncomfortable, she supposed that it was unlikely anypony had done anything dirtier than she was about to on this pavement, which brought her a modicum of comfort.

Gilda stopped, pupils shrinking in surprise at the human's movement, a limp claw hanging in the air where she had just been working her vagina, and a limp tongue flopping out her beak, dangling freely with nothing to lick. Before she could react further, Nora spun around on her posterior, laying down in the process, until her head was below the griffon's own. Gilda looked down at her, a puzzled expression betraying her confusion, eyebrow cocked. Nora slid on the ground with her hands, positioning herself under Gilda's feathered body, before lunging her hands up and wrapping them around Gilda's barrel. Nora heard an alarmed squak in response.

Having Gilda just where she wanted her, she pulled her body in, sending her bounding down onto the human, her legs splaying out in all cardinal directions, unprepared to support her descent in the wake of such velocity.

Then, Nora immediately started eating her out.

She showed no mercy, assaulting her with her tonuge. She didn't just lap at Gilda's waiting pussy, she penetrated it, felt around her insides with her tongue in a display of unexpected domination. She nipped at her lower lips, running rows of teeth along her folds, stimulating her with every possible part of her mouth. She sucked on Gilda's pussy, causing it to puff out, drinking in her fluids and lavishing her in plenty of her own.

With her hands, she traced one digit along the base of Gilda's tail, fingertips massaging it dutifully. She made an educated guess that this may be a sensative spot for her, given how much she had been flicking it about earlier. Whether that applied to all griffons or just Gilda in particular, she couldn't say, but Nora seemed to be right on the money, her finger work rewarded with frenzied cries of pleasure above her. Her other hand stroked the griffon's soft back, occasionally diverting its attention to one of her wings, running fingers through the loose feathers. If Nora was going to do this, she was going to give it her all.

Gilda moaned and huffed, and her ass tightened at the attention her rear end received, her back legs even wrapping around Nora's head as best they could. She sputtered and flailed for a few seconds, panting heavily at the stimulation, before eventually re-joining the fray, bringing beak and claws back to Nora's own exposed pussy. Gilda certainly had a big head start, but Nora regained a lot of ground with this unexpected tactic, now fully able to pleasure Gilda with her mouth and both hands at the same time. The playing field was level.

"Buck yeah, Nora! Take it to her!"

"Give er' tartarus, Gilda! Get back in the game if you want those bits, you slut!"

The chants from their pleased spectators echoed out, reverberating against the closed in walls. Nora didn't need the encouragement that their words provided, but took it anyway. For her part, Gilda was getting back into the swing of things again, lavishing her pussy with affection. It proved to be too little too late, however.

Feeling a tightening around her as she continued eating the bird pussy sat on her face, Nora knew that Gilda was about to burst. She gave a particularly devilish flick of her tongue around the clit, and spanked her flank for added effect, while her other hand rubbed along her tail from base to tip in one lightning quick motion.

That had done it.

Nora felt the lapping at her own crotch stop, as talons remained frozen, buried half way in, the griffon's activities seizing up as Gilda brought her head away from the floor. Nora couldn't see her face at all from where she laid, but she was sure she was scrunching her face up in an attempt to suppress what was about to come.

The dam broke, and Nora felt the gushing of fluid on her face, raining down from above as the griffon squirted over her.

Victory.

It had never tasted this sweet. Except... as she closed her eyes at the sudden rush of wetness, she was doused a lot heavier than she had expected. And it wasn't stopping. No longer able to contain her need to know what was going on, she half opened her left eye, cautious not to get any griffon juices in it, before recoiling in horror as she saw a distinct yellow tinge to the droplets in the veritable stream pouring down on her.

Nora closed her eyes and turned her head, but she had no way of avoiding it, her faced marked by the griffon like a lamppost by a dog. She heard a thumping toward her feet, and it seemed that Gilda was pounding the ground with a clenched fist in frustration. Meanwhile, laughter roared from around her as male voices spoke.

"Dude, she made her cum so hard she pissed herself!"

Craning her neck to try and catch sight of the onlooking stallions, she saw them slapping their kness, laughing.

Nora flushed immediately, Gilda having made an unwitting spectacle out of her. The griffon herself seemed more frustrated, though, despite not being on the receiving end of the impromptu golden shower. She picked herself up off Nora, circling around to meet her gaze, angry eyes gazing back at her as she pointed an accusatory talon at the prone Nora. Gilda's face was red as well, though with shame or rage, Nora could not tell.

"You!" cried the griffon. "You... you cheated! I had you... I totally had you..."

She began pacing in circles, her long tail dangling behind her. Her turning circle was so narrow that she probably could have taken the tip of her tail in her beak if she wanted, like some strange twist on an ouroboros.

Nora sat up and spat several times, getting the taste of Gilda's piss off her lips. Her face was slick, though not drenched, and her hair was now matted. As Gilda made a show of her spinning, she could see that her fur was stained by the activity slightly as well.

"I..." said Nora, dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, stomps of approval and cheers came from the trio of pagasi, who came up to greet her like some sort of returning sports star after a win at a big game. Hoops wrapped his right foreleg around her neck as she remained seated on the ground, befuddled.

"Awesome stuff out there, Nora! I never thought I'd see the day somepony turns Gilda the griffon into a quivering mess."

"I just can't believe it was a mare to do it," added Dumbell, "Thought it'd take the king of all stallion dicks to take her down a peg, but you showed her with that tongue and those... those..."

"Fingers..."

"Right, those fingers of yours!"

Hoops and Dumbell high-fived as Score slowly trotted over.

"I can't believe she just pissed on me..." Nora muttered, more to herself than anyone.

"Well, I think we all learned who the real star of this town is," chimed in Score, giving Nora a congratulatory pat on the back. "You're the whore I come to when I'm in town from now on, Nora. After all, the old one might spring another leak."

The stallions all bellowed out in more laughter, merriment in the air at Nora's victory over the griffon, while Gilda abruptly stopped in her tracks before pivoting on the spot so that she was facing Nora and her sudden entourage.

"What the buck ever! So you can pull a few dirty moves, you think that makes you special? You may have cheated your way into a win there, but you'll never be able to ride a dick like I can. That's why the colts flock to me," she excalimed, gesturing at herself with a talon that took the role a thumb would on a human hand.

Nora's head span. She hadn't planned for any of this. She just wanted things to go back to normal.

"Look, look," she said, holding up her hands with palms flat in a way she hoped came across as conciliatory. "I just want to work the streets I've always worked."

Always may have been a stretch - she hadn't been here that long, after all, and even less of that time had been spent pimping herself out - but still, the point stood. Gilda was on her terf, and while she may not be so averse to the competition under normal circumstances, it was basically her fault that Twilight was on the look out for roaming skanks in the area.

"I dunno, sounds like tailfeathers wants to prove her worth to me, don't you think so, boys?"

Hoops and Dumbell nodded and murmured in agreement at Score's assertion. It seemed he was well and truly throwing down the gauntlet, meeting Gilda's passionate stare with a cool, relaxed look.

"Maybe beaky here wants to show us all what she can do. Another contest?" chimed in Hoops.

Gilda, far from being perturbed at the sudden escalation, took it in her stride, strutting and puffing up her chest in an attempt at rekindling some pride, despite her yet red face.

"You're on!" she said. "Me and the two-legged freak, one on one. First to make one of you assholes cream yourself wins."

She blew some feathers out of her face, still visibly dismayed at having literally wet herself in her last venture, but her bravado quickly showing signs of returning. She had something of a commanding presence, even in such circumstances.

"Probably won't take long," she continued, pointing at Hoops and Dumbell. "I bet you two are a couple of two-pump chumps, anyway. Not that you wouldn't be if you've never had pussy this good before."

"Oh, we'll put you in your place, missy," said Hoops.

"When I'm done with you you'll be begging to ride me again! You'll do it for free!" said Dumbell with a whinny, rearing up on his back hooves in a flashy display.

"Yo," came a voice from in front of Nora. "What about me? I want some action."

"Nah, you already got yours, Score. Go keep guard or something," retorted Hoops.

"Well, I paid, so I ain't sitting this one out. Sorry, bro," replied Dumbell.

With a huff and a pout, Score wandered out of the way, standing back a few paces as the remaining pair looked to take position.

"I didn't say I'd agreed to any of this," said Nora, finally picking herself off the floor. She looked down at the leering Gilda, her beak twisted into a grimace.

"You're just chicken," came her snappy reply.

"The only one here who looks like a chicken is you. Or maybe more like a turkey, actually," said Nora, to a chortle from the stallions surrounding them. "But I already got paid, and I got my extra 50 bits for whooping your sorry flank. What's in it for me?"

It wasn't like Nora to get cocky, but the events of the night had taken their toll. Between Gilda's harsh treatment of her, Nora discovering that she had been the cause of much of her recent trouble, and not the mention the incident that had just occurred, she was irate. Deservedly so, she felt.

Gilda, however, wasn't backing down. "Winner takes all," she said. "And loser cleans up."

Winner takes all, eh? That's over 1,000 bits...

"Fine. I'll take your bits as well as your dignity."

"Dignity will be the last thing on your mind when you're on the floor eating the cum out of my pussy."

Nora dusted down her back and ass, wiping loose gravel off of herself as she frowned at the tomboy. "We'll see about that..."

Hoops and Dumbell were still hard from before - as was Score, for that matter. None of the trio had cum to their little peep show. They both looked at her and Gilda both, then at each other.

Dumbell was the first to speak up. "I wanna score with the bird slut. I bet I can tame her."

Gilda merely rolled her eyes at this, but strolled up to the boasting stallion all the same.

"Whatever," came Hoops' voice, "I wanted to fuck the winner anyway. Look how small her flanks are, I bet she's tight as can be!"

Nora, despite herself, blushed a little at the compliment. The two stallions stood side by side, allowing the competitors to ready themselves. She noticed that Hoops' dick was mottled - it was kind of cool, actually. Gilda was already in position, but Nora had to get on her hands and knees for this.

"We'll begin when they're both fully hilted," she said, looking to her left at Gilda, not wanting the griffon to have an advantage over her again - Nora's human anatomy would definitely make the initial penetration more difficult, and thus slower.

When Gilda nodded in agreement, presumably unaware of the motives behind the request, Nora took a deep breath, relaxing her muscles as best she could as she felt Hoops guide his cock into her with his hoof from behind.

She shuddered at the feeling, thankful for his slow approach as his flared head scraped against her insides, sending her tingling. Gilda, for her part, seemed to be having less trouble, Dumbell already fully buried inside her as she stood looking on at Nora, an arrogant scowl on her face.

When she eventually felt Hoops' sheath against her lips, she knew he was fully in. Emptying her lungs, testing the limits of her breathing again now that he was inside as far as he could go, she steadied herself, fingers spreading out on the ground to provide as much balance as possible.

"Okay, ready, boys?" she said, looking up at Hoops' face directly above her. She had to admit, he was a picture of masculinity, as were the others. All three seemed well defined with rippling muscles, and their long, flowing hair along with their bad boy attitudes did make Nora's heart flutter, just a little. She would have been happy with any of these fellas rutting her.

He nodded once, resolutely, letting out a horse-like snort, the hot air hitting the back of Nora's neck and driving her wild with anticipation already. To her left, Dumbell also nodded, confirming his eagerness to begin.

"Count us in, one of you."

"I'll do it," said Gilda. "Poor slut here probably has trouble with numbers, if she thinks her odds of beating me are any greater than zero."

Nora just rolled her eyes.

"Okay... three... two... on- oh!"

Before Gilda had even finished her last word, Dumbell had already begun his onslaught, retracting out of her half way before thrusting back into her, catching her firmly off guard. Upon seeing that the contest had begun, Hoops followed suit, unhilting himself from Nora in order to pump back into her, opting for smaller, quicker thrusts as to not overwhelm the tight human.

Nora appreciated his tact, wondering how she would cope with these colts at their full strength. They were all big down there, even by pony standards. Her tunnel contracted, squeezing the life out of the cock that filled her, urging it to cum. The motion was involuntary, spurred on by the hearty fucking she was receiving, but she would have put on her best effort regardless, desparate to show up Gilda and get her off her back once and for all.

The griffon, for her part, seemed to be in her element, beak open and cawing in delight at Dumbell's initial lunges, before quickly regaining composure and remaining steady and stonefaced, her professional side coming out in full force. It had become clear by now that she was motivated purely by money, not by pleasure, like Nora, which seemed to allow her more detachment from sex. Right now that was a plus, as she focused purely on her partner's pleasure, not her own. Nora, meanwhile, had her mind go blank at the intense pounding her pussy was getting, the sheer presence of the musclebound stallion overwhelming her. She could feel Hoops breathing in her ear, his pants and grunts making a home for themselves in her head. His noises drove her wild with delight.

So, too, did the feeling of his hulking muscles behind his skin, layered in soft pony fur, pushing and sliding against Nora's back, his strong legs cradling her own legs and arms as she bounced her ass under him. He was all stallion, alright. And after her little lesbian foray with Gilda earlier, brought into fruition at the promise of bits, Nora was remembering just how much she loved stalllions.

"~Unf... fuck me harder, big boy. I wanna scream so loud they hear it in Yakyakistan."

Hoops was loving every moment, gladly complying with Nora's request, swapping his early gentle thrusts for big, heaving lunges, removing his length from her almost entriely before pushing it back in in an instant.

"Yes, yes!"

Nora cried out like a whore, melting under Hoops' care. She could see Score spying on at the fuckfest, still jerking himself, sat on his haunches with a longing look on his face. Gilda, meanwhile, was debasing herself far less, moving her ass in fluid motions, arching her back to ensure the entirety of Dumbell's length hit her. As he would pull out, winding up for another strike, she would thrust her own flansk back to meet his base again, giving him no quarter. The pair had taken several steps backwards due to this approach. It seemed to be working, the stallion's control of the situation thoroughly out of his hooves as Gilda domianted him from below, milking his penis with every loving shake of her booty. The griffon still sported a cool exterior, no obvious signs of pleasure on her face now, after Dumbell's initial surprise start was out of the way. She looked like she could do this in her sleep. Nora had to be impressed - she couldn't help it, even if she wasn't happy about the fact. If Gilda kept up this kind of pressure, Dumbell would burst in no time, and she'd be out 550 bits for nothing.

She knew that she would lose if things didn't change, but she had little more to give. She tried pushing her own behind into Hoops' oncoming thrusts, arching her own back more until her face barely hovered above the ground, but her tightness as well as the sheer pace of Hoops' lunging left her unable to do much to match him, her lot leaving her fit for submission and little else.

"C'mon, pony boy, breed me! Let loose, you know you want it!"

She begged Hoops, beckoning him on with her words. He was still giving it his all, ravaging Nora with no restraint, but she could do little to spur on his orgasm. His tongue flopped out of his half-open mouth to her side, swaying with his motions. It soon came in to give Nora a long, tender lick along her face, beginning at her chin and ending at her left eye. Her cheek wet with stallion spit, Nora felt her own inner fire flare up at the animalistic attention, wondering how much longer she could last, herself.

"Shoot, Hoops! Shoot inside of me. I, uh... I want your foals."

If her hands weren't currently gripping the ground, holding on for dear life at the violent dicking she was taking, Nora would have facepalmed, her panicked attempt at sexy talk coming out rather awkward. She said what she imagined stallions would like to hear in this situation, but her mistake was not fully committing to the line. Gilda snorted to her left, still working Dumbell's cock like a pro. Dumbell's eyes were shut tight and he was barely even moving anymore, Gilda doing the bulk of the work between the two from below. Despite the premise of this little contest, she was the one fucking him, there was no mistaking it. He looked like he was trying not to blow his load.

"Fuck," Nora whispered, seeing that the end was nigh. Desperate, she tried the last thing she could think of: bargaining. "Hoops, if you cum inside me right now, I'll give you another round for free."

Hoops seemed elated at this news, responding in kind by hilting himself in her rapidly, his girth testing the woman's limits.

"Hey!" came the voice of an irate Score. "What about me? I already sat out once!"

"Okay, yes, you too. ALL of you. Just cum in me, please!"

"Holy horsefeathers!" came Score's awestruck reply, his jaw remaining slack for a second. "Dumbell, hold it in like your life depends on it, I want that free rut!"

Dumbell merely wore a sheepish grin, his eyes not readable behind his black locks. "I, uh..."

Gilda moved forward slowly, unhitching herself from the stallion. A long cock flopped out, dangling limpy under Dumbell's body, coated in white goo. Gilda's own pussy was also stuffed, cum dripping out on the ground below. She bore the most maniacal, boasting smirk Nora had ever seen. She stared down at the human, still getting pounded on her hands and knees.

"Fuck," said Nora in irritation, before Hoops hit her at just the right spot. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

She squirted over his spotted dick, coating the stallion in her juices, before he responded in kind, finally cumming - and with some force, too. Nora rested her head on the ground, unable to support herself, arms and legs shaking at the sensation of being filled. Rope after rope of thick cream shot into her, Hoops' pulsing hardness carressing her all the while.

Damn it!

Hoops finally stopped, pulling out of the defeated human. She laid there a moment, finding the strength to stand. When she went to sit up after a few seconds, a griffon's claw pushed on her shoulder, keeping her down.

"Nuh uh uh, Nora," said Gilda. It may have been the first time she had used her name. "We had a deal. Loser cleans up, remember?"

Before they could continue, a round of cheers sounded off as the stallions congratulated Gilda. It was strange that they were suddenly buddy-buddy with her right after mocking her and singing Nora's praises only minutes ago.

"Knew I'd tame your ass, you bratty griffon!"

"And I knew griffons were better lays than... whatever that thing said she is again."

"No way, dude, you were drooling over that two legged slut, like, what - two minutes ago?"

"Was not!"

"Shut up, boys. We get to watch more action, remember?"

After pinning Nora to the ground, Gilda waited for the colts to pipe down, before positioning herself over the human once again, her rear over Nora's face. She lowered herself steadily as droplets of cum leaked out, spotting Nora's face.

This was the exact position they had been in before, when Nora had pulled her in for a surprise attack. She felt confident, then. She did not now. The harrowing memory of what Gilda had done to her so recently from this exact angle also still reared its ugly head, though she mostly felt confident that there wouldn't be a repeat of that little incident.

"Hope the cum tastes better second-hoof, bitch."

Nora stuck out her tongue hesitantly. She moved in slowly, closer to the leaking griffon pussy. She may have joked about Gilda looking like a turkey earlier, but with Dumbell's cum overflowing from her backside like this, she did kind of remind Nora of a stuffed bird at Thanksgiving.

She took a cautious taste, licking off some of the semen that poured out, not really having to bury herself in Gilda's pussy just yet to wipe off the excess of cum that spilled from her. It was a strange experience - she had eaten plenty of stallion cum before, but never off of another pony - or griffon, in this case. She had done much more adventurous stuff behind closed doors, but knowing how much Gilda was enjoying her victory made the affair a humiliating one all the same.

She went in for another mouthful, slurping up some stands that landed around the outside of Gilda's vagina, cleaning her cheeks. The cum was quickly sticking to her fur, and so Nora got plenty of fur in her mouth as she dragged her tongue along Gilda's ass.

"Let this be a lesson," came a cocky voice from above, "That there's just no beating griffon pussy. So next time, don't even try."

Nora sighed, resigned to her fate. As she cleaned Gilda, it was not long before she had to go deeper, pushing her tonuge into her folds, scraping out every drop of cum she could reach. The griffon looked spotless by the time Nora was done with her.

Eventually content that she could do no more, having upheld her end of the bargain, Gilda clambered off of Nora, letting her up.

"Good work, slut. I can see why you're in the biz, at least."

Was that a compliment from her? It was hard to tell.

The three pegasi gathered round again, Hoops and Dumbell looking recovered from their earlier exercise. The three had had quite a night. As Gilda snatched her winnings from an offered hoof, they spoke up.

"There's just one more item of business," said Dumbell, a devious look about him.

"You see," continued Score. "Your little offer earlier didn't mention anything about Hoops cuming before Dumbell. You just said he had to cum."

"And that I did," concluded Hoops, beating his chest with a hoof pridefully.

"So as far as we can see," Score went on.

"You owe us all a free fuck! Pronto!" they all piped up in unison.

Nora stood there, flabbergasted.

"Hey!" came Gilda's voice from behind her. "That's not what she meant and you know it! Back off, dweebs!"

She was... defending her? Nora was grateful, despite how unexpected it was.

"Stay out of this, tailfeathers!"

Gilda leered at the group. "You three have been bad news since flight school."

Hang on, thought Nora. They know each other?

Well, that certainly frames the fact that they were paying her for sex in a slightly different light. Suddnely Nora wondered how much Gilda really wanted to be here.

"It's okay, Gilda..." said Nora, looking at the griffon softly, before trying to put on an air of authority. "I'll show these three a good time. You can stick around and watch, if you want. You may yet learn something."

"Pfft, no thanks," said Gilda, tutting. She picked up her two jumbo bags of gold and took to the skies. "I'm outta here. Until next time, dweebs!"

She vanished beyond view over a rooftop, gone.

"Well," said Score, "With her out of the way, that only leaves one thing left. Who's first?"

"First?" said Nora, confused. "I thought you all wanted to go at once."

From their reactions, it was clear they had not been expecting that at all. Still, Nora was happy to kill three birds with one fuck. She didn't want to be hanging around all night, and she was conscious of the fact that she was still naked in a public alley that anypony could, in theory, pass by, even at this late hour.

"Buck yeah! I call her ass!" cried Hoops, pumping a hoof.

"I call pussy. Let's see how you compare with miss bitchypants," said Dumbell with a snort.

Score still seemed dumbfounded at Nora's offer to pleasure the three of them together, his mouth gaping.

"What's up, big boy? Cat got you tongue? It's okay, you can have mine," she said with a wink, opening her mouth and pointing at her throat.

The three quickly scrambled to get into position, not believing their luck. Dumbell laid down on the floor, his stallionhood already sprung back to life and waiting. Score stood by his head while Hoops waited at his tail. Nora climbed atop the pony, straddling his soft barrel and taking each of his front hooves in her hands. She backed up, sliding her ass down his front until it made contact with his meaty member. Bracing herself, she lifted herself off the colt momentarily, getting into position, before guiding her pussy over his tip.

She lowered herself onto Dumbell, already slick and loose from fucking Hoops prior. When she took him about half way, she stopped. "Better get both of you in, now," she said, looking at Hoops. "You might not fit otherwise."

He didn't need to think things over. Hoops put his front hooves on her cheeks, spreading them to inspect the goods. He leaned in with his muzzle, his breath tickling her butthole, taking a quick whiff of her scent.

"Bro, she looks so tight," he said, voice nearly failing. It was clear that they were used to ponies and other equine-adjacents - her own small human holes must have been an enticing treat.

Bringing his penis to her ass, he slowly worked it in, stretching her out.

"Ohh, slowly, big guy... fuck."

Nora rarely did anal, and she had certainly never done it while having her pussy fucked simultaneously. This would be one for the résumé. Hoops wasn't able to get in as far as Dumbell, her ass holding a smaller capacity for stallion cock, but he had well and truly entered her, nonetheless.

As she lowered herself slightly more on Dumbell's dick, she leaned forward, mouth open, awaiting Score. His big, delicious looking cock waiting for her, staring her head on. As he stepped forward, it booped her on the nose.

"Alright, girlie," said Score. "Let's do this!"

She took his tip in her mouth and began sucking. It wasn't long before she felt movement to her rear, Dumbell and Hoops slowly starting to slide in and out of her other holes. They were being gentle for now, but already the sensation made it difficult to concentrate on giving head, the stuffing she was receiving proving a lot to handle already.

She moaned into Score's dick as they continued, still holding steady against Dumbell's hooves for support. Her tongue danced around his girth, pulling all its usual tricks. She sucked and slurped and drank in his musky scent, all the more potent from his earlier romp with Gilda and the long wait before his erection was finally seen to. His arousal had been brewing for some time now, and it showed, his face scrunching up as she took in more of his length, eager to please.

Meanwhile her bottom was being stretched out by the other two, Dumbell going deeper thanks his choice of entrance as well as gravity doing some of his work for him, sending Nora sliding further down his pole with every thrust. Hoops, however, had more difficulty, her tight ass proving too much of a bulwark against his advances, not really able to bury much more of himself in her than he initially had.

Nora's mind flooded as the cocktail of hormones hit her. She had never felt like more of a woman, at the mercy of three throbbing great stallions who used her like a simple fucktoy.

Man, Gilda is missing out...

She sucked down more of Score's dick, taking him deeper as he grunted. Her tongue couldn't do much work on him, now, confined to sitting flat on the floor of her mouth in order to accommodate his size. Dumbell seemed to have capped out the extent of his cock he could fit in her with Hoops also fighting for space inside her. The laying pony bucked up into her, but couldn't fully thrust from this position - not without a lot of strenuous effort, at least. That was probably for the best. Hoops, however, was making progress, fitting slightly more of his needy dick into her asshole. The feeling of the two stallionhoods rubbing against one another between her inner walls was mind melting. She would have given anything to feel like this all the time.

Hoops and Dumbell opted for taking turns - as one would push in, the other pulled out. There was a delightful mid-point, however, where they met in equalibrium, both half-hilted in the human's holes, each not quite reaching the end of their journey. This was the point at which she found heaven. Her ass was already sore and stretched from the activity, and her pussy wasn't faring much better, but she wouldn't trade it for the world right now. Score, too, was getting bolder, taking a more proactive approach in pushing his length down her throat. She could never fully take him, but she did the best she could, her small human mouth working overtime for his benefit.

The four of them continued on like this for some time, the alleyway orgy getting into full swing. As they quickly found a rhythm on which to operate, the mechanical motions of the sex become almost routine with surprising alacrity. All good things, however, must come to an end. Score was the first one to began faulting, from what Nora noticed. Her slick throat had certainly washed waves of pleasure up into his core, and he looked like he was barely holding on. The fact that his needs had been left unattended the longest beforehand probably had something to do with it, and he had been tugging himself at the sight of her and Gilda getting rammed earlier, so it made sense that he was close now.

His cock twitched in her mouth, signalling what was to come. Nora pulled her head back considerably, not wanting to meet an early grave choking on a fat load. As he fired off, a thick string hit her uvula right away, causing her to withdraw entirely, coughing and sputtering. Score finished on her face as she struggled, a dopey smile on his face.

"F... fuck..." was all she could manage when she finally caught her breath. The other two showed no sign of slowing down, either.

"Hey, dumbo, bet I outlast you again," taunted Hoops from behind her.

"Oh, you're on!" replied the brown pony from underneath her, a competitive look in his eyes as his mane flopped out of his face, flashing teeth.

The pair didn't let up, despite thier impromptu contest. They gave it to her for all they were worth, pounding the poor woman nearly senseless. Their feathers tickled her sides, wings hugging her body close. It was nifty how pegasi could use them for extra leverage like that. As they wrapped their wings around her, pistoning in and out of her ass and pussy with precision timing, Nora knew her own orgasm was imminent.

"Fill me you... you stupid jocks! Give it to me good!"

She rocked her body, moving her hips to try and meet their thrusts. Her mouth now left wanting, she moved her face in to meet Dumbell's, meeting him in an extraordinarily sloppy french kiss. As they cired and moaned silently into each other's mouths, she felt a rush from her pussy.

High tide was here. She squirted out, coating Dumbell with her fluids, screaming into his throat with delight. He quickened his own thrusting at this, letting her ride out her orgasm with no reprieve while Hoops continued battering her ass. She wrapped her hands around Dumbell's body, matching the hug his wings gave her, thrusting her chest into his.

The intensity of the attention she lavished on him proved too much. In no time, Dumbell was on the brink himself, his thick cock pulsing inside her pussy. With no warning her fired off, shooting his baby batter into her.

"H-Hey, stop moving so much," came the shaky voice of Hoops, Nora's ass finding new angles as she spasmed and jolted, his position already more awkward thanks to her collapsing on Dumbell below. This had only served to add to his pleasure, her hiney twisting and turning on the tip of his dick as he tried to match her angle, milking him. With Dumbell fully hilted in Nora, still spurting inside her, and Nora's ever changing movements, Hoops could not keep up, pulling out of her ass as his flared tip ached. There just wasn't room for him in her anymore. It didn't much matter, however, as the act of pulling out, cool night air hitting his soaked dick as her soft cheeks shook at his exit, sent him spiralling into a pit of bottomless pleasure. In an instant, he came, coating Nora's back as she hugged Dumbell for dear life.

When the final stallion stopped, his seemingly endless waves of cum finally ceasing, Nora flopped off his right side, laying on her own side on the cold ground, her pussy twitching as she came again, the mere act of pulling out setting her off once more. She clutched her sex with one hand as she squirted over herself, shaking on the floor.

"Ahhh, ahhh, I - I can't stop..."

Nora's hand was drenched by the time she was done; she seemed to have multiple mini-orgasms at once, if such a thing were possible. She was a writhing mess, thoroughly used and abused.

As she collected herself, she heard the stallions butting heads once more.

"Dude, you totally came first!"

"Yeah, but you finished first! One load on her back while I'm still pumping her full of Dumbell goo."

"That doesn't count, you came first, so you lose!"

"Whatever, bro."

Nora twisted her body, laying on her other side to face the stallions. Despite the petty rivalry they all looked pretty happy.

"You rock, Nora!" said Hoops, coming over to offer her a hoof up. She took it gladly.

"Yeah, totally! I'm gonna spread the word about how great 'human' pussy is!"

"Just so long as you keep it discrete," she said, calmly but with some assertion. The last thing she needed was this spiralling out of control - half the reason she was here was to ensure Gilda didn't compromise things for her, after all, and loose lips from these three would certainly compound that problem.

"I've never seen anything like you," said Score, "But I wanna again!"

She gave his mane a tousle. "Next time you're in town, maybe."

"Buck yeah! Gilda's alright, pretty good fuck an' all, but you're somethin' else, sweetheart!"

"Thanks for the free fuck," concluded Dumbell, "Maybe I'll buy you dinner next time!"

And with that, the three took off, not another word.

Well, that was certainly... something.

Pausing a moment to let the events of the night sink in, her thoughts were interrupted.

"Hey," called out a familiar voice.

Gilda the griffon peered out, perched atop an overlooking rooftop. She landed gracefully in front of Nora, wearing a less prickly expression than she was used to.

"That was pretty hardcore. You've got spunk."

"Um, thanks..."

Nora rubbed an arm gingerly. She was still naked, so this felt a little weird.

"Were you... there the whole time?" she asked.

"Just making sure those knuckleheads didn't give you any trouble."

Okay, that was actually really sweet. It seemed the griffon wasn't done, either. She reached into one of her pouches, procuring a small clawful of bits, holding them out in front of her. "Your 50 bits," she said plainly. "For beating me earlier."

Nora took the coins. It wasn't much - hardly worth the trouble of giving her, really - but it seemed that Gilda had to battle with herself to even part with this much. Just how money focused was she?

Nora took them appreciatively, less so because of the bits and more so out of respect for the gesture - clearly this was difficult for Gilda, so she must have been sorry.

"And... my bad about, y'know... on you, earlier," she said, a claw behind her head, looking like she wanted to die on the spot. "I... I just got... excited."

"Thanks," repeated Nora.

The two shared a moment of awkward silence, before the griffon spoke up once more. "So... word really got out about me? The heat's on?"

Nora coughed into her fist. "Well, the local princess of friendship was about to call the guard in to clear you out, yeah."

Gilda looked horrified at this, and still a bit bashful. "Well, I usually skip town after a while anyway. Can't linger too long, gotta hit the open skies and all that."

She reminded her of Dash, talking like that. Nora wondered if the two would get on.

"Anyway, I'll be more... careful next time," Gilda declared. "You be careful, too."

Before Nora could absorb her words, she turned tail and fled into the night as well.

The woman stood there, puzzled and tired. She had pony and griffon feathers stuck to her nude body, held in place by sweat and cum. She would probably need two baths just to feel right after it all. She walked up to the corner of the alley to find her clumped pile of clothes. She couldn't get dressed, not like this. Not without ruining yet another set of clothes, at least.

She contemplated her evening. She had taken four dicks, gotten pissed on, and eaten cum out of a griffon's pussy, and she was only 50 bits richer for it. She normally thought of herself as a whore, but she was pretty sure whores got paid a lot better than this.

She let out a deep sign, looking at the position of the moon in the sky. It was late; really late. Perhaps more accurately, really early. The darkenss wouldn't last much longer, and ponies were early risers.

Well, she concluded, picking up her heap of clothes in her cleanest hand. Quick streak home it is.