Fall of Equestria: Reign of Mares

Lucky ate dinner alone that night.

After an extra-long and extra-intimate session with Comet Tail (were the butterfly kisses really necessary to fix his nose?) he emerged into the feeding barn to find it completely empty. A whole food trough and sparkling clean water awaited him, untouched. It was, he supposed, something. One upside to an utterly miserable day.

He drank heavily first, washing away the dried blood and semen still clinging to his face. He knew he was muddying the water for those who would come after him, but couldn't bring himself to care. Then came the food, as fresh as he was ever going to get it but still utterly tasteless and repulsive in its texture. As he ate he found himself weeping, and couldn't entirely tell why. The miseries of the day gone by? The knowledge that this was and would be just one similar day of many? Or maybe the loneliness was finally getting to him. "King Sombra has not forgotten us," he whispered to himself through clenched teeth. It fueled a burning anger in him, but did nothing to staunch the tears. "King Sombra has not forgotten us."

His solitude was broken by footsteps at the door. He quickly wiped his eyes and stood, but it was only Comet Tail, sauntering forward with one hand behind his back. "Got something special for you," the red collar teased, approaching slowly. "A reward for your exemplary performance in the Arena today." He revealed his hand, leaving Lucky staring. A fat, hourglass-shaped fruit was held in it. "Ever seen one of these before?"

"Only in pictures," Lucky croaked. Warning bells blared at the back of his mind, but the sight and smell of actual food was leaving him a drooling mess.

"Even us reds only get to split these on special occasions. You must have been a very good boy today." Comet held it out. "Eat up, stud."

Lucky took the fruit reverently. "I don't know if I..." he began feebly.

"Don't take too long. You're not leaving this barn until you've eaten the whole thing. Applejack's orders."

The warning bells turned into an orchestra of shrieks and sirens, but Lucky was past resisting. The edge of the fruit was already in his mouth, the skin splitting wetly between his teeth. It was overpoweringly delicious, sweet and sugary and rich - he couldn't tell whether genuinely or simply because it was the first real flavour he'd tasted since Hearth's Warming. Tears returned to his eyes as he messily devoured it, the juices dripping down his chin in a river of ecstasy. Testicle-shaped seedpods crunched between his teeth and he spat them aside, diving back in to slurp up more of the nectary flesh.

All too soon, nothing but the stem and a handful of seeds remained. "Good boy." Comet Tail nodded proudly. "Now hurry on. We're going into the house."

Into the- Lucky narrowed his eyes. No chance Applejack was this generous. But he followed as Comet Tail led him out of the barn and up to the farmhouse. The entrance was guarded by another red collar Lucky didn't recognize, who simply nodded as the pair entered.

The farmhouse's interior was disquietingly normal. Vases, an empty kitchen, family photos on the walls. A little old lady dozed in a rocking chair, some half-finished knitting on her lap. Comet Tail led Lucky past all this and up the stairs, down a sparse hallway and into a large bathroom. "And now," Comet Tail said, "I don't know about you, but now we're going to fulfill one of my personal fantasies and take a bath together."

Lucky could have melted. "A bath?"

"Yup." Comet playfully punched him on the shoulder. "You've earned it."

The next hour was a slice of heaven. Lucky soaked himself in hot water, letting himself be pampered by the gay stallion who joined him in the bath. He washed his hair for the first time in a very long time and scrubbed until the water was brown. Comet leaned over and tried to kiss him; not in the mood to fight, Lucky simply redirected this to his cheek. Afterward came more pampering in the form of tooth-brushing and a dash of apple-scented cologne. All he needed was some proper clothes, and Lucky practically felt like his old self again.

His head was so in the clouds that Lucky couldn't say exactly when he started frotting with Comet Tail. In what seemed like no motion at all, the red collar had gone from cuddling his side to rubbing their hard dicks together. He couldn't even quite say when he'd gotten hard at all. "Whoa, whoa!" Lucky said, gently pushing Comet away. "That's a little too close, there."

"You sure?" Comet pouted. "It's the first time I've seen you so hard for me. You sure you don't want any help with that?" He expressively licked his lips.

That would be nice, Lucky's foggy brain purred. A loving blow job would be the perfect cap to end the day. If only Comet Tail was a mare. "Thanks but no thanks," he said with a glimmer of what felt like confused disappointment. "Sometimes I wish I was gayer than I am. But I'm not."

"Someday, Lucky," Comet laughed. "Someday." He slapped Lucky's flawless ass. "Now let's get you to your room."

Lucky's room turned out to be the room next door. It was as bare as could be, occupied only by a metal cot in the middle that lacked even a headboard. Judging by the size of it, Lucky wondered if this had once been Big Mac's room. "Lie down and make yourself comfy," Comet Tail said. "You'll be sleepin' here tonight."

He was too overwhelmed to question it. Immediately he threw himself back on the mattress - far from the plushest he could imagine, but worlds better than the straw he normally slept on. He sighed and sank in as Comet pulled some ropes from beneath the bed, not questioning it as he started to be tied down. No uncomfortable leashes this time - not that Comet Tail could have handled them anyway - just luxurious silk ropes gently but firmly tying his wrists and ankles to each corner of the bed. He didn't even lash out when Comet put his head between his legs and sniffed deeply, taking in his musk. "Oh, the things I'd do to you," the red collar sighed. "If Applejack hadn't ordered hands off, I'd be riding you so hard right now. Well, until tomorrow, Lucky. Sleep well." Then Comet left the room, turning off the light.

Lucky lay in the dark. "Goodnight, Comet," he said to no one.

Despite it all, sleep refused to come.

Partly, it was the confusion. Lucky was still uncertain what he'd done to deserve such treatment in the eyes of the mares. Was it really because of the Arena, like Comet had said? Did Applejack hold a soft spot for him for helping to 'convert' her brother? Or was it because he'd saved Roseluck, despite the mare's protests?

But mostly, he couldn't sleep because of his massive boner.

No matter how much time passed, he was still hard - painfully hard. His balls felt like they were bloating and churning, overfilling with seed and swelling by the moment. He didn't honestly feel all that aroused, but the sheer physicality of his erection, the feeling of being huge and ready to fuck at any moment, was recursively starting to turn him on. As he tried to ignore it a drop of pre welled up on his tip and dripped down onto his stomach, making him shiver. It wasn't difficult to put two and two together. He had no doubt in his mind that this was the effect the caribou's vegetable had on males. What was it like in the caribou lands, he wondered, if men walked around like this the whole time? No wonder they treated their women as slaves, if their own diet left them so constantly pent-up...

Internal pressure continued to mount. Unable to see them, Lucky imagined his balls expanding to dangerous levels, trembling with the strain of holding in what felt like a fountain of cum waiting to happen. He strained and twitched in his bindings, yearning to jack off and relieve the pressure, but the silk ropes held. Was this a sick joke on Applejack's part, he wondered? Had she brought him here under the pretense of a reward only to find a new way of torturing him? Or did she have something else in mind for a pent-up, unbearably horny stallion?

His question was answered as the door opened.

"File in, ladies," Applejack said, and the clip-clop of many hoofsteps filled Lucky's ears. His neck sore from straining, he could only lift his head for a moment, blinking as the lights came on. He caught sight of a lilac mare and the chocolate brown of a caribou before his head fell back against the mattress. "Don't be shy, now." Applejack brought up the rear. "Time for the main event."

Lucky felt himself being surrounded, cooed over. His instinct was to cover himself, but there was no chance of that. Already a mare was petting and stroking his penis, gasping at his thickness. Lust and shame reddened his face. "I haven't been this excited in weeks," the mare petting him whispered.

"I know! So worth the cost," another whispered back.

Lucky rolled his head back and forth, taking in his molesters while he was talked over like a piece of meat. "Right, that's enough," Applejack chided, slapping their hands away. "Spoiled Rich won the bid, so she's up first. Spoiled, care to do the honours?"

"My pleasure," one of the mares purred, stepping forward. She was a generously full-figured older mare dressed in deep purple lingerie that matched her mane, a cold and eager smile on her face. She circled him once, running her hand over his chest and down his body, then crawled up onto the bed between his legs. With no preamble, pausing only to brush the hair from her eyes, she licked all the way up his shaft and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Lucky moaned. The mares around him whooped. Spoiled Rich sucked and stroked him inexpertly, nicking him with her teeth while she tried to cram as much of him into her mouth as possible. Winking, she leaned back and undid her bra, tossing it aside and letting her massive, teardrop-shaped mounds fall free. With a smug little grunt, she scooted forward and wrapped her pillows around the base of Lucky's cock, stroking them up and down while she continued to drool over the tip. Spit mixed with another spurt of pre and became lubrication, her soft, heavenly tits jerking Lucky off as she sucked on his tip.

Lucky felt close to cumming when she stopped, abruptly drawing back and leaving Lucky twitching and gasping. A few mares laughed. With a waggling finger, she leaned forward and spat on his cock again, stroking him to make sure he was properly lubed. Then she crawled forward again, straddling Lucky's hips. Licking her lips, she reached down and pulled her violet panties to the side, then slowly and carefully lowered herself onto his cock.

Insertion took a couple of tries, but once he was in, Lucky's head swam. She was a far cry from the tightest mare he'd been in, but the heavenly sensation of pussy around him, real pussy, after such a long dry spell was overwhelming. He threw his head back and panted, twitching his hips as Spoiled Rich slowly, slowly worked herself down onto him. "Just as advertised, Applejack," the older mare purred, her voice only slightly laboured as she started to ride. "You don't sell often, but when you do you always go the extra... m-m-m-miiiiiiiiiiile." Her eyes rolled back as she slid down another inch, halfway down Lucky's length. Her pussy lips gripped as she put both hands on Lucky's chest and raised herself up, leaving a trail of her own feminine lube in her wake.

Spoiled rode him slowly, teasingly, savouring every delicious inch that she took into herself. Lucky's arms strained against the ropes again, instinctively trying to hold her down, make her take him deeper, but she fucked with no thought to his pleasure, only her own. Minutes passed before she started to speed up, shaking her hips in time with some unheard beat, and Lucky felt himself starting to reach his peak. He groaned, and Spoiled ran her hands over his face, and everything went white-

When clarity returned he was still cumming. It felt like there was nothing else in the universe but his cock and Spoiled's pussy, milking and thrumming around him as he pumped load after load into it. The sensation of being overfilled diminished, but only momentarily; he felt his balls going into overdrive as his orgasm finished, manufacturing record quantities of cum at a speed he couldn't keep up with. He was just as ready to fuck as he'd been a minute ago, just as full, just as insatiable.

Spoiled Rich leveraged herself off of Lucky's cock with a pop and a pleased hum. A spray of white shot out of her, causing shrieks from that direction, but she covered herself with a hand to keep as much seed inside her as she could. "This one will be a nice, strong colt," she declared as she slid off the bed. "I can feel it. I always wanted a son..."

As Lucky tried to take this in, the shadow of Applejack loomed over his head. "How was that, troublemaker?" she teased, staring down at him. "Having a good time?"

One of her eyebrows curled, and for a moment Lucky wondered if he was, for the first time since the Reign began, seeing a mote of actual affection or concern in- nope, nope, that was definitely a threat. "Wonderful, ma'am," he gasped in between breaths.

"That's what I thought," she laughed. "You get all sorts of perks working here, don't you?" The rest of the room tittered. Inches away from Lucky's head, Applejack began fiddling with the buckle on her booty shorts. The shorts hit the floor, and Lucky stared. As he'd imagined so many times, she wasn't wearing panties beneath them. "Come on, then!" Applejack swung around, and suddenly her massive, glorious ass hung like a shelf over his head. "Show these folks how much you love your Mistress!" The ass descended.

Any panic was thrown away in favour of sheer shock and lust. Applejack's wet, apple-scented pussy brushed past his nose, and its sister orifice landed squarely on his mouth as she sat on his face. A part of him hesitated before reaching out, but she was freshly bathed and sweet-tasting as he started to lick. He was vaguely aware of the rest of the room cheering him on as he ate out Applejack's ass, giving all he could to obscenely pleasure his Mistress. Applejack wiggled atop him, the twin globes of her ass and thighs pressing into both sides of his head. "Alright, who's next?" Applejack called, to a chorus of hoots and shrieks.

"Me next! Meeee!" somepony yelled - a voice that Lucky was sure he'd recognize if he wasn't so very, very distracted. While he wiggled his tongue inside Applejack's bootyhole, another mare crawled atop him and immediately slammed herself down on top of him. Part of his brain screeched in protest - it was too soon after cumming, his cock was too sensitive - but this mare was incredibly loose around him as she took him to the hilt. Right away she was riding like a pro, rising up only an inch at a time before slamming herself back down.

Just as Lucky was starting to run out of air, Applejack stood up. He gasped and blinked, shocked to see none other than Pinkie Pie herself riding him. She looked... honestly, she didn't look good. Her hair was a frizzled mess, more than usual, her coat unkempt with spots of dried crust in it. Her expanded breasts looked ungainly on her, wrinkled and sagging and faintly dribbling milk. But worst of all was the absolute deadness in her eyes. Deep bags hung under her eyes and no spark lay within them, just an echo of cold desire. Despite this, a crazed, lusty smile was frozen on her face. "Fun," she muttered to herself as she rode. "Fun. Fun. Fun. Fun. Fun!"

With a last squeak, Pinkie Pie collapsed forward, her breasts cushioning the fall onto Lucky's torso. Her hips twitched for a few last thrusts and then, almost comically, her eyes closed and she started to snore.

The room groaned. "Again?" Applejack sighed once it became clear that Pinkie was not getting up. "Alright, roll 'er off. We'll put her in my room to sleep it off." Protesting mares pulled Pinkie Pie clear and dragged her from the room. "Who's next?"

"I will be next," a chilling voice next to Lucky's head said. He twisted to look up at her and conflicting emotions shot through him. The caribou Symmetry walked around the bed, then crawled toward him.

Lucky's heart raced. He was actually going to fuck a caribou - the original sex slaves! Born and bred to please males! And also a stone-cold, stallion-hating monster who was partly responsible for every bad thing that had happened to him in the past year. Those tits, though-! She was fully naked, perfect hourglass figure on display. Her breasts brushed past Lucky's cock as she crawled over him, making him shiver and twitch. She allowed herself to drop down, hard nipples dragging over his stomach and chest as she moved up until they were face to face, pressed together. Then, to his surprise, she kissed him.

Surprise gave way to a shrug, and Lucky closed his eyes. Symmetry's mouth was strangely shaped, her tongue thick and flat, but she wielded it deftly as she tangled it with his own. All the while, she reached down and lifted Lucky's cock up to her snatch, sliding it inside her. They moaned into each other's mouths as they connected, sliding down to the hilt. Symmetry was hot, tight, and wet - possibly the hottest, tightest and wettest he'd ever been in. His hips thrust upward as far as they could reach, and Symmetry rode him with expert ease, her pussy drooling all over his crotch.

She suddenly pulled back from him, leaving him making out with empty air. "Let loose his hands," she breathed.

"You sure?" Applejack said after a pause. "This one could be dangerous."

"Ya, am sure." The exotic beauty looked down into Lucky's eyes. "Let loose his hands. I want him to embrace me."

One by one, Lucky's hands were untied. In the back of his mind, a violent escape fantasy flared, but the rest of him was far preoccupied with fucking this chocolate beauty as best he could. He sat up a little and wrapped both arms around Symmetry, one on her back, one drifting down to the curve of her ass, crushing her to his chest. Her fur was thick but soft as silk, her body plush and intensely huggable. Now with better leverage, he thrust as best he could with his legs bound, grinding against her as she ground back.

"Oh, Haakon," Symmetry moaned into Lucky's ear. He wasn't sure that she'd spoken at first until she did it again. "Yes, Haakon. Use me. Use this horny slut. Yes, Haakon, use this cunt."

Disgust and disbelief blossomed in Lucky. All this time, and she still-? A soft fury rose in his throat. Before he knew what he was doing, he reached up and smacked her ass, the satisfying feel of her soft flesh wobbling echoing through his palm. The mares around him cheered. "You like that, slut?" he hissed into Symmetry's ear, low enough that the others wouldn't hear.

"Yes, Haakon," she moaned back, eyes closed and lost in fantasy. "Use this slutty cunt. Use me!"

He could not deny such a request. Scooting down a bit on the bed, he braced himself on his hooves, planted both hands firmly on Symmetry's plush ass, and slammed into her with everything he had. A throaty moan and rush of pleasure was his reward. He pounded her from below, pulling down to accentuate each thrust, painting her insides with pre as he rubbed against her walls. She twisted and writhed atop him, utterly lost in pleasure as they began to make out again. "My ass," she groaned into his mouth in between brutal thrusts. "Use this useless cunt's slutty ass!"

Before Lucky could work out the logistics of this, Symmetry did the work for him. She abruptly sat up and rode for a few more thrusts, her fat breasts jiggling, then popped herself off of Lucky and flipped over. Now facing away from him, she took his spit-, pre- and femcum-coated cock and slid it between her ass cheeks, lower, lower. Lucky's heart raced. He could scarcely believe this was happening. With ease that had to come from more than practice, Symmetry lowered herself with an explosive moan and shoved Lucky's whole cock into her ass.

Intense tightness enveloped him. He threw his arms back and gasped, lost in the intense pressure and pleasure. Symmetry braced herself on the bed and started to ride, slowly at first, but building speed until her ass was clapping with every downward thrust. Mares on both sides started to clap along. "Go Symm go!" somepony yelled, and the chant grew, rising louder as Symmetry howled in bliss. "Go Symm go! Go Symm go! Go Symm go!"

A naked mare on Lucky's right grabbed his unused hand and started to finger herself with it. Taking a cue from her, another mare sat on his face, driving her apple-scented pussy into his mouth. Scarcely able to breathe, he did his best to pleasure three mares at once, licking, wiggling his fingers and making tiny thrusts up with his overtaxed hips. Something was nagging at him, and his eyes widened as he realized he'd finally worked it out. Symmetry's pussy was so tight, and her ass so loose, that from the front and back she felt almost exactly the same.

One last time, Symmetry slammed herself down, her ass clenching and tightening as she wailed her way through an orgasm. It was almost enough to push Lucky over the edge a second time - but just before he reached the peak, she pushed herself off of him and collapsed into several waiting arms. Lucky groaned in frustration, his hips still pumping, eliciting several infuriating laughs from the corners of the room. It seemed that no matter what Symmetry said in the heat of the moment, she was still the one in charge. "Next?" Applejack asked the room.

"Me!" called a few different mares, but none louder than the one currently on Lucky's face. She shimmied down his body, filling his view with yellow - she was smaller than the others, with a round, firm butt and perky breasts. The mare - he wanted to say Apple Fritter? - lowered herself onto his still-twitching cock and rode him for a few thrusts, pigtails bouncing across her shoulders. "Hey, flip him over!" she yelled, grinning. "I want to feel him on top of me!"

Applejack made another noise of protest, but the mares by his hooves were already untying him. With an inward shrug, Lucky sat up and grabbed hold of Fritter, then rolled her over and pinned her down to the bed. He started to thrust again, this time from on top, feeling a smug satisfaction as her eyes rolled back and her eager smile turned into a dopey grin. Fingernails dug into his back as he fucked her deep, almost reaching his peak again quickly.

Over the eager cheers of the mares around him, he overheard Applejack speaking from near the doorway. "Hey there, sugarcube. You gonna come in, or are you just gonna hide in the hallway all night?"

A small voice answered her. "I'm... I'm okay, thank you."

Lucky's breath caught. He almost looked back, but stopped himself just in time. "You sure you're alright, Coco?" Applejack asked, oblivious to how the name made Lucky's veins freeze like ice. "Rarity said you needed this. Why, the way she talks about you, it's as if you've never even been with a stallion before!"

"I've b-been with lots of stallions!" the tiny mare protested. Lucky's heart cracked, even though he could smell the lie from across the room.

"Uh-huh. Listen, if you're gay, that's fine, okay? I can hook you up with lots of nice mares who'd be happy to-"

"N-no! Thank you. I'm straight, I mean, I think I am."

"Then what's the holdup? Rarity said this is the one you've had your eyes on. Why don't you go jump him?"

There was a pause. "Ooh, I think he likes me," Fritter said from beneath Lucky. She playfully kissed him, and he halfheartedly batted tongues with her, still pounding into her sopping pussy.

"...I don't know," Coco eventually answered. "I guess I just thought... it would be different, somehow."

"Trust me, it's better this way." There was a sound of stretching. "Come on. I'll show you what you're missin' out on."

Applejack loudly approached the bed. "Alright, that's enough," she said to Fritter. She yanked on Lucky's cropped tail to make him stop thrusting. He made a couple more painful humps, stuck in a mechanical loop. "Time to let a real mare show you how it's done."

Throwing Applejack a filthy look, Fritter wriggled her way out from under Lucky, kissing him one last time before sliding off the bed. "On yer knees," Applejack ordered. Accustomed to obeying her, Lucky raised himself up and kept his eyes forward. Applejack crawled onto the bed in front of him. She shimmied around until her colossal booty bumped into his crotch, grinding back on him. "Take my ass," she ordered, looking back over her shoulder. "Don't disappoint me."

Conflict boiled in Lucky. That ass - but Coco was right there - but that ass - but this bitch was evil - but that ass!

Lust and fear won out. Licking his lips, he hotdogged Applejack for a few seconds more, watching mesmerized as her rippling booty cheeks completely enveloped his cock. Then he drifted lower, drawing back until he was lined up with her asshole, still damp with his own spit. Tenderly, careful not to hurt her, he slowly pushed forward.

He was surprised by a push back by Applejack that swallowed two inches of his cock into her ass. "Is that all you've got?" she yelled back mockingly. "Don't be a faggot and fuck me right!"

Well, if that's what she wanted... Lucky grabbed her hips and slammed forward, his crotch colliding with her ass with a sound like a drum. She cried out as she stretched around him, her tight asshole struggling to contain his obscene girth. A crazed smile overtook Lucky's face, and everything else fell away. After months of fantasizing, he was finally, finally fucking Applejack's fat ass. If only Ace could see him now!

A frenzy came over him as he started to fuck in earnest. His hands moved over Applejack's booty, shaking and kneading it as he spread it wide. He pounded back and forth in ecstasy. Their positions shifted as Applejack dropped her head to the mattress, changing the angle of his thrust and heightening his pleasure. Face down, ass in the air, he rode her just like he'd imagined doing in his stall at night, hard and fast for every time she'd laid a hand on him.

It wasn't long before he was at his limit again. With a primal roar, he slammed down to the hilt and blew the first part of his load deep into Applejack's ass. But then, moving like a coiled serpent, she bucked her hips and pulled forward to yank him out of her and spun around, catching his second spurt across the side of her ass before whirling and taking his cock in her mouth. She sucked deep as four more spurts jetted out, swallowing them as quickly as they came. Behind her, Apple Fritter hopped back onto the bed and licked the cum off of her ass, kissing and sucking as she went.

Once his vision cleared, Lucky looked down to see Applejack slapping his cock across her face with a smirk, getting him instantly hard once more. "Hope you're not getting tired, troublemaker," she said. "'Cause we're not even close to done yet." She looked around. "Who's next?"