Prince Blueblood rolled onto his back, a mop of sweaty hair flopped across his forehead. His naked, white, chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. Next to him lay a bundle of rich cotton sheets that had previously contained his partner for the evening. It had been a while since he’d taken one of his guards to bed, but it was always worth it. They had such fight in them, such raw strength, but when they saw just what the prince was packing, well, they were soon putty in his hands. A rumour had been spread around the castle after the first time Blueblood had taken a guard, mainly by Blueblood himself, that the Prince was the most well hung stallion around. Even going so far as to say he was even better than the original subject of rumours, Big Macintosh. A few days after the rumour had circulated, he’d noticed an influx of ponies checking him out, no doubt trying to see if the rumours were true. He’d done his best to keep them in the dark though, after all there was no sense in giving the game away so soon.
“Well, are you ready for round four?” Blueblood asked the mare standing at the door to his room.
The mare in question was a senior member of the Royal Guard. She’d been on plenty of missions at the behest of Celestia and each one had been more intense than the last. She liked to unwind in the company of stallions, the bigger the better in her opinion. With Blueblood however, she’d been a little disappointed. The rumours that she’d heard had painted him as the ultimate male, somewhat fitting for someone of royal heritage. What she’d been presented with was a stallion with an oversized ego, to overcompensate for the a serious lacking his pants. Three times they’d gone through the motions of sexual throes and not once had she reached a climax. Blueblood had managed it several times, even going so far as pat himself on the back for a job well done. The mare had found it all rather sad and pathetic, not least because her choice of Blueblood hadn’t been entirely her own.
“Well?” Blueblood asked, this time sounding a little impatient.
“Err, no. I’d rather go back to guard duty,” she replied, finishing off getting dressed.
Blueblood laughed. “Hah, oh but of course. Another mare defeated. It was only a matter of time, naturally. I trust you’ll be back for more later, they always are.”
The mare didn’t take kindly to those comments, she turned to look at him, giving him a piercing glare. “Ok, you wanna know something? All this,” she framed Blueblood and the bed with her fingers. “Was not my idea. But hey, at least it let me find out that those rumours about you are completely false. I mean really, did you start them yourself? How dense do you have to be to not notice that I wasn’t getting anything out of it? I refuse to take anymore of ‘that’ sorry excuse for tool of pleasure. No, if you wanna know who put me up to this, then I suggest you visit your Aunt.” The mare turned to leave. “Or you could just sit here and pretend that those rumours are true, but the moment I leave this room? I’ll be telling everyone just how untrue they are.”
And with that, she left, leaving Blueblood on his own to contemplate his choices. The stallion felt a cool breeze down below as her words sobered him up dramatically. Why would Celestia be taking an interest in his life? Let alone the sexual aspects of it all. He looked down at his slowly, softening shaft and wondered if the mare would be true to her words. He’d truly believed he was at least a decent size for a mare to enjoy, if that wasn’t the case, then just what were the other stallions like? He’d have to find out later, for now he had an appointment with Celestia. He rolled off the bed in a most undignified manner and reached for his clothes. Having no more formal events for the rest of the day, he dressed himself in a less than appropriate way. He buttoned up only a few of the buttons on his wrinkled shirt, as he slipped into his black trousers. His outfit looked like it had spent a few nights on the floor, hardly the right thing to be walking around the castle with. Still, he slipped his shoes on and made for the door, leaving the rest of the mess for someone else.
The walk through to the throne room was one that proved to be a little nerve-wracking. He passed many of the guards on his way around and each one looked at him like they’d learned something new. He didn’t stop to ask them anything, because their eyes said all he needed to know. The mare had no doubt told one of them and given how frequently the guards met up with each other, the news had spread pretty quickly. Occasionally, he’d come across a stallion guard that gave him a knowing raise of the eyebrows. While others gave a downward glance, followed by a sly smirk, implying that they were bigger than he was. Blueblood kept his head held high, all the way to the throne room, where he let it drop a little before he knocked on the door. He waited for a response, something to say that he was allowed to enter. When he heard nothing, he pressed his ear up against the door and listened in.
“Is there any progress, Twilight?” came the voice of Celestia.
“I’m afraid n-” came Twilight’s reply, cutting out for some unknown reason.
There was a pause in the dialogue before Blueblood heard Celestia’s voice again.
“Hm? Oh, the door? Would you answer it? Things are a little busy here.”
Blueblood stepped back, and raised his head again, puffing out his chest in a show of faux confidence. The door opened and the head of a grey mare poked itself out into view.
“Can I help you?”
“I have to talk with Celestia, it’s a matter of the utmost importance. And before you say that she’s not there, I’ve heard her voice behind that door.”
“Oh is that Blueblood?” came Celestia’s voice. “Let him in, I’m sure it’s important.”
Blueblood snorted and approached the grey mare, who opened the door wide to allow him entry. He kept his eyes locked on her as he strode into the room, making a mental note to complain about her later. When he’d passed her and the doors were being closed, he turned his head back towards the thrones. In an instant, his mouth fell open as he gazed upon the sight that befell him. Celestia sat in her throne, her right leg draped over the arm of the throne, while her left leg front and centre. At her feet was a small group of females who were caressing and stroking her legs. To her right, stood her sister, Princess Luna and before them both was the newly anointed, Princess Twilight Sparkle. Hardly a new sight, at least not completely. Sure, he’d seen Princess Twilight plenty of times, but what he hadn’t seen was her, or any of the Princesses, sporting a penis and testicles. For a moment he wasn’t sure that he was hallucinating, it was only when they each moved, and their shafts bobbed in unison, that he realised they were very real indeed.
Celestia adjusted her position to bring her legs closer together, the mares at her feet moving up her legs to attend to her swollen balls. Celestia groaned in delight as their delicate fingers began to work on massaging her aching masculinity. Of all the Princesses, Celestia had the biggest shaft. The flare of her cock rested firmly between her pillowy breasts, she could dip her head and quite happily give herself a blowjob. She didn’t seem all that fazed that she had a dick, let alone that it had begun to drool pre-cum down her breasts. It dripped off her nipples and onto her plush thighs, causing her to shudder softly. Her balls sat between her legs like large, white, grapefruits, being cupped and caressed by her harem of mares. The sight of Celestia alone was something to behold, but it wasn’t where Blueblood was focused. No, his eyes were firmly fixated on Celestia’s shaft. He couldn’t believe the sight before his eyes, his mind was racing as to just how big it was. He estimated that it was at least twice as big as his, putting it at 18 inches, at most he guessed around 21 inches. Either way, it was incredibly impressive, though he wondered just how she managed to hide it in her day to day. He could feel his own cock and balls appear to shrink away in the wake of such a wide, turgid shaft. The veins snaking its way up the length, throbbing needily as the mares below began to get a little more handsy. Blueblood coughed into his hand to get Celestia’s attention again.
“Oh! My apologies, nephew. I find it hard not to get a little lost in the moment. I do say though, you stallions must have quite the resilience to be able to deal with these appendages daily. If it weren’t for these lovely mares, I doubt I’d make it out of bed in the morning!” She reached forward, the pre that had been pooling on her nipples, drooling down onto the face of one of the mares, as Celestia petted them. “Now, what did you need to see me about?”
“Two things, Aunt. The first is something I heard from one of the guards. I was informed by one mare in particular that you’ve been asking them to go to bed with me. Is that true? Is it just the guards? Or should I assume that all the partners I’ve taken to bed have been at your behest?”
Celestia continued to pet her mares, not looking up to give her answer. “While I don’t think I’ve asked that many mares and stallions to go to bed with you, I know it has been quite a few. However, if you will spread rumours about yourself that aren’t true, then I feel it is my duty to teach you a lesson or two.”
Blueblood scoffed. “Hah! Is that what this is? Some grotesque lesson? Did you cast a spell to make me feel inadequate? Showing me three women with phalluses bigger than my own?”
Celestia looked up this time. “While it does sound like a way to take you down a peg, I’m afraid this is not my doing. You can give that honour to Twilight here.”
Celestia gestured in-front of her, to her pupil-turned-Princess, Twilight Sparkle. Blueblood focused on the lavender alicorn, assuring himself that he had seen the worst of what the newly endowed Princesses could offer. His eyes travelled south and once more his mouth fell open as he gazed upon Twilight’s package. Her balls were a little smaller than Celestia’s still easily a handful and then some. Two purple orbs that hung behind her shaft, partially obscured by the thick pole in-front. Twilight wasn’t as turned on as Celestia was, her flaccid state being evidence of that. That didn’t stop her from being impressive in her own right. Standing at just over 14 inches soft, it looked like Twilight had a third, deep purple leg, swinging side to side. It even shared a similar width to her legs, just under half the width of one of her thighs. It was a veritable monster of a cock, and once more Blueblood felt his inadequacy growing stronger. This had to be some sort of bad dream, not only was his Auntie messing with his sex life, but now the universe had conspired to give mares a far bigger cock than he could ever hope for. What a bizarre day.
“And just what has she got to do with all this?” Blueblood asked, gesturing in Twilight’s direction.
“I,” Twilight began. “Am the reason this whole mess has come about.” Her expression shrank back into something less proud as she realised how that sounded. “A-and I’m not p-proud of that or anything!”
“So if it was your doing? Then I trust you can reverse the spell?” Blueblood continued, already knowing the answer in the pit of his stomach.
“Ah, well, i-it’s not as easy as that! The spell was a mistake, made from mixing two spells together without realising. An incredible oversight on my part but because of its status as a new spell, providing a counterspell is proving...difficult.”
Princess Luna coughed into her hand, drawing attention to her. “Perhaps, this would be a good time as for you to step back and evaluate yourself?”
Blueblood looked disgusted at such a suggestion. “Evaluate myself? Whatever for?”
The three Princesses looked at each other before Luna answered. “You have a high opinion of yourself, Blueblood. We understand that we are not perfect ourselves, but we do not spread falsehoods with the intention of enticing mares to bed. We do not think so highly of ourselves that we hold that above everyone else, even if it’s wrong to do so.”
“These are some ludicrous accusations and I do not have to sit around and take them!” Blueblood exclaimed turning on his heels and striding off to leave. How dare they! How dare they tell the truth! The nerve!
After he had gone, Twilight turned back to Celestia who appeared to be visually on the verge of an orgasm. Her tongue hang out of her mouth as her little harem worked her even more tirelessly than they had been. “Should I go after him and explain that the there have been reports of the spell spreading to other mares?”
Celestia didn’t respond, her mind in other places, so Luna chipped in to answer. “I wouldn’t worry him, Twilight. I’m sure he’ll find out on his own.”
****
Luna hadn’t expected her words to be taken literally, but as Blueblood angrily stomped down the corridor, he was about to feel the extent of her words. He wanted to put as much distance as he could between his Aunt, her sister and her pupil, and get some time to think on things. How could they do this to him? All this time, all the partners he’d had they’d all been at the behest of Celestia. All for what? To teach him some sort of life lesson about boasting? People deserved to know how hung he was! Well it wasn’t going to stop him bragging and boasting. So what if that guard from earlier told everyone something contrary? There were bound to be mares out there who didn’t listen to gossip, those would be the ones that he’d have success with. Though he admitted to himself that he might need to leave Canterlot to escape the wave of contrary information.
As he rounded the next corner he bumped into a familiar face. The guard from earlier. Blueblood stumbled back a few feet before steadying himself.
“Why don’t you watch where you’re going, you-!” Blueblood quickly realised who it was. “Oh. It’s you. Well, did you do it? Have you quashed my rumour mill?”
The navy blue earth pony lowered her head. “Actually, I’ve been thinking and…” She fumbled with her hands as stared at the floor. “Maybe we could go for that fourth round after all?”
Blueblood raised an eyebrow at the suggestion now that he was aware of just what it was his Aunt had been doing all this time. “What? And let you trick me into some sort of incident where you expose me to all your friends? Hah! Just what kind of a fool do you take me for?”
The guard looked up at last, her sky blue eyes twinkling with an apparent lust. “No, no! It’s no trick, I’ve been thinking about it all and I was wrong to walk off! I just want one more round, that’s all! Then...then we never have to see each other again.”
Blueblood pressed his fist against his lips and looked at her with contemplation. Something was off here, it seemed a little too good to be true that she’d change her mind so easily. Before he could deny her a final time though, a familiar scent filled his nostrils. Sweet like honey but with strong essence of bitterness to compliment it. He’d smelt it before on other mares and he knew exactly what it meant. She really was hot under the collar and if she was so desperate that she was coming to him, who was he to refuse? There was just one more thing to take care of. “Hm, as long as you swear you won’t tell anyone about the truth behind the rumours.”
“Yes!” cried the guard.
“Excellent!” he clapped his hands together. “Now that we’ve got consent out of the way, you can follow me. It’s this way to a good time!” Blueblood led the mare back along the corridor, to the room that they’d previously used for their encounter. All the while he was so caught up in his rapidly inflating ego that he failed to notice the sly smile spreading across the guard’s lips.
When they arrived at the room and Blueblood had closed the door behind them, he leapt onto the bed. Rolling onto his back, he began to unbutton his shirt and nodded at the mare to do the same. When his shirt was removed, Blueblood paused his undressing, making it obvious that he wanted the mare to go first and prove that this wasn’t anything like a prank on him. The mare obliged and slipped out of her armour, she unfastened the top the gold chest armour first. It clattered to the floor before her foot pressed down and stopped any further noise. That left her free to slip out of her undershirt and reveal her breasts, which once freed pushed out to their natural size. They weren’t the biggest Blueblood had ever seen, but they were enough of a handful to grab onto. Next to fall off were the armoured leggings, though Blueblood was still focused on her chest. A noticeable bulge began to fill his trousers, egging the mare on.
She unfastened the waist of her leggings and let the metal protection fall down first and if Blueblood had been watching, he might have realised what he was in for. Camouflaged with the same navy blue of her body there was a dick befitting the greatest of stallions. It’s girth alone was enough to make someone flinch, easily as thick as the mare’s faintly muscular arm. Had Blueblood been looking at it, he’d have found that its length stretched well below the bed. At least sixteen inches, much like that of Twilight, Celestia and Luna. When guard was ready to remove her leggings, she gave Blueblood a smirk and bent down to obscure her lower half from view. When she stood straight again, that shaft had grown thicker and longer, forcing her to step back to properly show it off. With a soft ‘pap’ her monster phallus bounced against her chest, throbbing needily.
The look of confidence on Blueblood’s face drained away almost as quickly as it had arrived. When had this happened? Had she always sported such a dick and he’d just been incredibly caught up in the moment to not notice? No, this was his Aunt’s work! It had to be. She’d forced Twilight to cast the spell on this guard as an act of revenge to further drive her point home! That cad, how could she? He had half a mind to get up and march back to that throne room and confront her again. Or at the very least let other people know just what kind of mare Celestia was.
The now futa guard had other plans, before Blueblood could make good on his mental plans, she grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him down the bed. “What’s the matter, your Highness? You’re not getting cold feet are you?”
“N-no but I just remembered I’m supposed to be meeting some diplomats! So I’ll be leaving now…”
“Awww, but you were so eager earlier! You must have came...four times? Maybe a fifth, but you know who didn’t get even one? Me. So you’re gonna let me have my fun, besides we both agreed to it, didn’t we?”
Without letting Blueblood reply, she helped him out of his trousers, practically tearing them off. The stallion remained silent and instead turned to look away as his comparably smaller shaft was brought out in the open.The guard lifted Blueblood’s legs up onto her shoulders, which brought his ass just high enough for her to use. The mare licked her lips and placed a hand upon her cock, pushing it down to line it up with his butt. Blueblood gritted his teeth as he felt the surprising heat from her cock, followed by a sudden gasp as she pushed her way inside. The mare grunted as she encountered some resistance, but kept pushing, stretching Blueblood’s ring to accommodate her oversized shaft. Her balls bounced against the edge of the bed, making the sound of a tremendous ‘thump’ each and every time she thrust forwards. She was already close to an orgasm, but she suppressed it. She’d been waiting to get back at this stuck up Prince ever since that morning.
With each thrust into him, she praised the moment she’d bumped into Twilight on the way out of the room. As more of her shaft sunk into Blueblood’s rear, she relived the moment her shaft and balls had begun to develop. And with each gasping breath and tense grunt he made, she patted herself on the back for coming up with such a plan. While she couldn’t be sure of how long she would have this tremendous stallion prick and its two grapefruit-sized accompaniments, she was determined to enjoy it. Digging her fingers into Blueblood’s shins, she gave an almighty thrust and forced the last few inches into his rear. There came an almighty scream as Blueblood finally hilted the shaft, his stomach bulging grotesquely. The guard gasped and paused her crusade, composing herself as she held back the flood. Blueblood on the other hand wasn’t so lucky. He’d tried his best to keep himself calm and to think about something else other than his anal virginity being stolen. However, it all proved to be in vain as his dick shot several thick ropes of seed across his chest.
A blush spread across his chest as he felt the warm trails pooling across his stomach. The guard smiled even wider, pulling herself back and preparing for another thrust. Blueblood weakly tried to tell her no, his innards already feeling like they’d been rearranged once today. The guard didn’t listen, she was so close now that nothing else mattered. She forced herself back in, bulging out his stomach once more. She reached down and pushed against the bulge in his stomach, her hand gliding over her head. She groaned and shivered at the feeling of pleasure washing over her. This was what she needed. She didn’t need some jumped up prince who thought he was Celestia’s gift to mares. She was Celestia’s gift to mares and stallions alike and when she was done here, everyone would know that. Letting go of Blueblood completely, she continued to stroke her head with one hand, while the other gave her heavy balls a squeeze. She gasped at the feel of their fullness, those orbs sloshing in her grip.
She gave them a squeeze as she crossed over the point of no return. Her arousal continued to build, her cock throbbing needily inside of Blueblood, pulsing almost sickeningly against his stomach. With a final grunt, and a welcome scream from Blueblood, the guard finally let loose and came inside the prince. The bulge of his stomach suddenly grew exponentially as the backed up mare unloaded into him. The prince could only stare in horror as his belly swelled, making him look pregnant. It seemed unending, just spurt after spurt crashing against the walls of his stomach. His hands reached down to feel the warm bulge, pushing into it and growing more disgusted as the liquid swelled around his hand. The guard wasn’t bothered about how badly she stretched him out, in fact from the look on her face she actively wanted him to burst.
When her blissful orgasm finally ended and her cock softened enough to be easily slip out of Blueblood’s rear, the guard looked pleased with her work. She dressed herself and spared a passing glance at the prince. He lay there on the bed, his belly a swollen mess with its contents drooling out of his rear and soaking the sheets. His mouth hung open in shock, his eyes rolled back in his head. She’d done a good job. Her revenge had been swift and Blueblood was certain to learn a lesson from all this. However, there was one thing she’d promised and she was a mare of her word after all.
“Well, I’m sure you’d love another round, but I’m afraid I’ve got guard duty in a few minutes. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that your rumours are false,” She approached the door and put a hand on the doorknob. “Though I will tell them that you just love taking it up the ass from mares. I know plenty of ponies, mares and stallions alike, that’ll just love to know that about you…”
Then she closed the door and left Blueblood out to drain, waltzing off the corridor with a spring in her step.
