Pom-Poms and Tight Thongs

by Megapone

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe
Length: 4435

Rainbow Blitz lost a bet. Now he has to wear a cheerleader's outfit into town alongside the bigger, buffer Applejack. Turned from star athlete to sissy cheerleader, Blitz has but one consolation: at least he won't enjoy this. Right?

Rainbow Blitz lost a bet. Now he has to wear a cheerleader's outfit into town alongside the bigger, buffer Applejack. Turned from star athlete to sissy cheerleader, Blitz has but one consolation: at least he won't enjoy this. Right?

Contains sissification, R63, M/M, light size shaming/size difference, cross-dressing, semi-public sex, and buttsex.

A commission for Twinkie Hoof.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-12 02:50:02 UTC

Pom-Poms and Tight Thongs

Rainbow Blitz was blushing.

This wasn't a small blush, either—no subtle flush of the cheeks, no slight red tinge to his face. No; he was out and out red, his rosy cheeks a bright cherry color. His eyes were all but stapled to the ground, and his hands were clasped behind his back, as though he didn't want anypony to see them.

That was, admittedly, true.

He felt a sudden pressure on his left shoulder and glanced up to his right. Applejack grinned down at him, the big, muscular stallion's cheeks dimpling as he gave Blitz's upper arm another squeeze. "Enjoyin' yourself?"

Blitz just scowled. "Hah. Yeah, sure."

AJ's grin just got wider. "C'mon," he said. His hand slid down Blitz's arm to his wrist, then slipped beneath it to weigh on Blitz's slender waist. "You know you like it."

"As if," Blitz said. "Because I usually go around wearing a slutty fucking bimbo outfit."

He avoided the glance of a curious-looking mare and went back to staring—well, glaring—at the road. Ponyville's downtown was only a few hellishly long minutes away, and each second brought a new blast of heat to Rainbow Blitz's cheeks.

He'd lost a bet to Applejack last week. Something dumb, probably; he'd been completely sloshed with cider, and had had the smart fuckin' idea to make a bet where the consequence for losing was wearing a skimpy cheerleader's outfit into town. Blitz had completely forgotten about it in the depths of his hangover the next day, but when Applejack came to collect the following week, all of Blitz's protestations hadn't been enough to keep his bigger friend from slapping a short little skirt and top, a pair of leggings, and a pair of pretty pink shoes onto him and parading him into town.

"A bet's a bet," Applejack said. He smirked. "And 'sides, a pretty little stallion like you pulls it off pretty well."

Blitz almost growled. Applejack chuckled, lifted his arm from the smaller stallion's waist, and patted Blitz on the shoulder. At just under six and a half feet and nearly three hundred pounds of muscle, Applejack was a monster of a stallion, a pillar of strong, virile masculinity. In contrast, Blitz was built for speed: At five-foot-five, and barely topping out at a hundred and thirty pounds, his slender figure could fly faster than most ponies could even see.

How he wished he could fly away now. He gritted his teeth and clamped his hands behind his back to make sure nopony could see them. But Rainbow Blitz never went back on a bet.

Applejack prodded the back of his hand. "Come on, now," he said. "No point in wearing them pretty little things if you ain't gonna show 'em off."

Flustered, Blitz pulled his hands out behind his back and let them hang down at his sides. Each one clutched a pom-pom, bright blue with streaks of color weaving through the tassels. He hated them.

"Lil' higher," Applejack said.

If looks could kill... But Blitz did as he was told. Clenching his jaw so tight that he felt like it might crack in two, he hefted the two pom-poms up to his chest and held them there. Applejack gave an approving nod.

"How much more of this?" Rainbow Blitz muttered.

"Till we get to the Apple stand," Applejack answered. "I wanna show off my pretty lil' stallion here." Blitz was going to kill him.

"Hey!"

Blitz almost stopped in his tracks. That voice—

Oh, no. That was the absolute last pony he wanted to see right now.

"Hey, Applejack. How's it going?" Scooter, a stallion of average height and a leaner build, jogged toward them. "Who's your pretty friend?"

Blitz gritted his teeth and glared at the younger stallion, his red eyes blazing. Scooter took a step back in shock, but then grinned, as if struggling to contain his laughter.

"N-no way," he said, chuckling. "Blitz?"

"Yes," Blitz bit out.

"Why're you wearing that?"

Blitz opened his mouth to delivery a pithy retort—and then remembered the other half of the bet. He glanced up at Applejack and saw the bigger stallion grinning down at him. Fucker.

"Because..." Blitz's voice trailed off, and he sighed. "Because I've decided to become Applejack's personal cheerleader." Gods, but his voice sounded dead. And why couldn't he just sink into the ground right now? That'd be fucking great. "Because a stallion so big and manly deserves a cute little cheerleader like me."

Applejack's grin widened, and he gave Blitz's shoulder a little squeeze. His big arms, biceps and forearm bulging with muscle, weighed heavily on the back of Blitz's neck, and his pecs swelled impressively as he took in a breath. "The lil' guy really wanted it, so who was I to say no?" He flexed an arm, his twenty-five-inch biceps bulging nearly as wide around as Blitz's waist. "Can't say I don't like it."

Watching Applejack's arm swell up like that, Blitz was suddenly very aware of the tight clothes around his own slender figure. The poofy short sleeves on his shoulders, the pleated skirt, all done up in bright pink colors so girly that even a normal cheerleader would balk at it—it all added up to a scene that he would have happily died over.

Scooter snickered. "Wish I had a cheerleader that pretty cheering me on. I've got a race tonight, and it'd be good for morale."

"Maybe I'll lend him out," Applejack said, casually.

"Don't push it," Blitz snarled.

Applejack just looked faintly amused. "Y'know," he said, "a cheerleader this pretty needs a name. Got any ideas, Scoot?"

Scooter's snickering was anything but subtle. "Well, he sure looks like one of those prettied-up porn stars like that." Rainbow Blitz's jaw dropped.

"You little shit—" he started. But Applejack was already nodding.

"Works for me. How 'bout 'Rainbow Bliss'?"

"Nice," Scooter said. He smirked down at "Bliss.” When he'd hit his first real growth spurt at sixteen, the younger stallion had finished at a comfortable five-foot ten. Now, he was nowhere near Applejack's towering height, but was still more than tall enough for Blitz to be unable to look him in the eye. Rainbow had never really forgiven him for that.

"I think it works pretty well," Applejack drawled. His hand curled around Blitz's shoulder again. "Especially for such a slender, curvy little mare like him."

Curvy? "I'm lean, fuckwad," Blitz spat.

Applejack's eyebrow rose up. "Delicate, then," he said lazily. "And pretty lil' cheerleaders ain't supposed to swear in front of stallions. Tell Scooter you're sorry."

Blitz's jaw worked helplessly. He turned to glare at Scooter, who was all but doubled over, laughing.

"I—agh—sorry," he finally said, mumbling the word. He glared down at the ground, his cheeks feeling like a raging inferno.

"Sure, yeah," Scooter said. He regained his composure, then smirked. "Welp, see you guys around later. Have fun, Rainbow 'Bliss'!"

As Applejack slung his arm around Blitz’s shoulder again, pulling him back toward the marketplace, Blitz realized something horrifying. He had a boner.

Not a half-chub, not a soft “hard” dick that couldn’t even push against your pants. No; his stallionhood was fucking throbbing. He clenched the muscles at the base of his shaft and had to stifle a groan as his four-incher rubbed against the inside of the lacy panties that AJ had told him to wear.

This was not happening. He couldn’t—couldn’t be enjoying this, could he? But then again, some voice whispered in the back of his mind, didn’t he like feeling Applejack’s strong hands on his shoulder? Around his waist? Didn’t he like feeling his body pressed up against the larger stallion’s, constantly being reminded of what a real stallion looked like?

He told that voice to fuck off. His boner throbbed again, and he nearly groaned.

Something slapped against the side of his hip. Blitz bristled, and whirled to face Applejack. “What the hell?”

“A girly stallion like you has to work harder to look pretty,” Applejack said, smirking. “Put a lil’ sway in your step. Give all those fine stallions around you something to look at.”

“But—”

A quick squeeze of Applejack’s big, callused hand on the side of Blitz’s thigh—where the bigger stallion’s Cutie Mark was emblazoned in bright red thread—shut him up. “No buts,” Applejack said. “You want to look pretty, don’t you, Rainbow Bliss?”

Another slap of Applejack’s hand forced Blitz’s hip to the side, where it bumped into Applejack’s muscular thigh. Flushing madly, Blitz let it fall back, continuing to the other side where it raised up nearly the same distance. With each step he took, he rocked his hips to the side, raising his tight little butt—just barely concealed beneath the frilly pink skirt—a few inches as his foot naturally came down tilted a few degrees to the side. In seconds, he was walking with a swaying, sauntering step, his whole body flowing from side to side as he fell into a rhythm.

Applejack nodded, then grinned. Rainbow Blitz, still blushing, glanced downward briefly. The bigger stallion had a visible bulge at the crotch of his jeans: a fat, protruding length that had to run at least seven inches down the length of his thigh, its girth straining against the fabric. It didn’t even look hard.

Rainbow Blitz swallowed.

Within minutes, they arrived at the Apple family stall. By the time they got there, Blitz had actually started to enjoy his swaying, sashaying walk. He was still embarrassed as hell, of course, but some secret part of him loved the way people looked at him—especially the looks of interest he got when their owners didn’t realize that they were looking at a stallion. Beside a mountain of muscle and masculinity like Applejack, and wearing a frilly, girly skirt and a pair of stockings that covered legs as smooth as a fourteen-year-old filly’s, he couldn’t really blame them for their mistake.

Not that he’d ever say it out loud, of course.

The Apple family stand was waiting for them, already stocked from when Applejack’s little brother had visited earlier. Blitz took his place meekly beside a crate of gleaming Red Delicious, his pom-poms held to his chest as his skirt swayed gently beneath his hips.

“Well, go on,” AJ said, grinning. “What kinda cheerleader is it that won’t cheer?”

“You mean—”

“Might be a slow day,” Applejack said casually, inspecting his fingernails. “Could use a cute mare to bring in the crowds.”

Gritting his teeth, Blitz drew his pom-poms together and began to move them about. He pumped them above his head, then drew his elbows together before spreading his arms into a T-shape. Every silly move he’d ever seen cheerleaders doing at his sporting events before—gods, but it was weird being on the other end of this—he did his best to work into his “routine.” His cheeks might be burning hotter than a furnace, but he’d gotten this far already. He’d be damned if he let himself half-ass this crap. If Rainbow Blitz was going to be a pretty little cheerleader, he was going to be the best fucking girly cheerleader he could be.

Several ponies gave him odd looks. He couldn’t deny, however, that his little act seemed to be working. A few wandered over to get a better look, which got them close enough for Applejack’s low, booming voice to invite them to buy something. Once or twice, as a customer was walking away and he was sure nopony was looking, Blitz even swished his hips back and forth a few times, enjoying the feeling of the skirt brushing across his thighs. Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

About half an hour after they’d started, Blitz heard Applejack making his way out of the stall. A second later, he felt something squeeze his butt.

With a yelp, Blitz whirled on his feet. “The heck are you on?”

Applejack loomed over him, a teasing grin on his face. The top of Rainbow Blitz’s head didn’t even come up to the larger stallion’s shoulders. Blitz struggled to keep himself from squirming, one hand clamped on his other arm’s bicep. From here, Applejack’s pecs—a pair of thick, meaty slabs, each as large as Blitz’s entire head—and his thick, heavy crotch bulge absolutely filled the smaller stallion’s vision. Applejack’s big arms flexed idly, bulging up four times the size of Blitz’s as easily as breathing, and Rainbow hastily let his hand fall from his skinny, unmuscled bicep.

“Well,” Applejack drawled, “You’ve been workin’ hard, so I figured you might deserve a little break. Maybe even a little reward.”

“And what’s up with pinching my butt, jackass?” Blitz said.

“A cute little rump like that?” Applejack shrugged, smirking. “Couldn’t resist.”

Blitz blushed furiously, but meekly followed Applejack inside the stall. Applejack sat on a stool behind the counter and drew a curtain across the front.

“Still, though,” Blitz muttered. He refused to meet AJ’s eye. “Totally not cool. You queer or something?”

“I’m not the one who’s been eyeing another stallion’s crotch for the past hour,” Applejack said casually. Blitz stiffened.

“I—I—that was totally not a thing,” he finished lamely.

“Sure,” Applejack said. He didn’t sound convinced. “But surely a pretty little mare like you must be curious, huh? Care to see it?”

Blitz struggled to say no. But his throbbing erection persuaded him otherwise. Especially given that Applejack’s bulge had looked so big earlier… At the very least, he was curious. “Sure,” he said. “I guess.”

Applejack grinned. Two big hands went down to his belt buckle, and casually undid it. “I gotta admit,” he said, “I’ve been eyeing you myself for a while. A cute little mare like you makes for awful good eye candy.”

Rainbow Blitz swallowed as Applejack popped open the button of his pants and casually unzipped his fly. When the big stallion pulled off his jeans entirely, Blitz’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets at the sheer size of the bulge in AJ’s briefs. It hung between his legs, brushing against both of his thighs, and reaching easily past the halfway point. It still didn’t even look hard.

Applejack just grinned and stuck a thumb beneath the waistband of his underwear. Blitz’s eyes opened even wider as a gentle tug revealed the base of a shaft that had to be nearly as wide around as his forearm. A few more tugs later and the entirety of Applejack’s stallionhood was out in the open.

“Ah,” Applejack sighed. His cock was at half-mast, and his heavy, musky balls dangled just below it. “Now that’s better.”

Blitz took a step forward, feeling almost dizzy. That cock… It was incredibly, impossibly big. He felt his mouth watering and swallowed again.

“Come on, then,” Applejack said gently. “I was kind enough to show myself off. Rude for a mare not to do the same.”

Blitz jerked, then scowled. His fingers drifted toward his crotch.

“Not like that,” Applejack said. He crooked a finger. “Come over here.”

Once Blitz was in front of him, Applejack took one of his slender hands in his own and held it over his crotch. Blitz’s cheeks colored as he realized what AJ was doing.

“Feel that?” Applejack said, grinning. “That’s a lil’ mare’s dick. Not like a real stallion’s.” He hefted his meaty python in his other hand and gave it a little squeeze. It filled his palm, and the whole of his hand barely covered a third of its length. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Blitz stifled a moan as Applejack slid a big hand under his skirt. The big stallion’s hand was warm and heavy against his thighs, and reached nearly all the way around one of his butt cheeks and the front of his leg. He bit his lip as Applejack rubbed a thumb over the bulge in his prissy little thong, then glared helplessly as Applejack’s widened in surprise.

“Even smaller than I thought!” Applejack said. He smirked and hefted Blitz’s skirt up before the smaller stallion had a chance to protest. Blitz just stood there, frozen, as Applejack eyed the tiny bulge at his crotch.

“Celestia above,” Applejack said, chuckling. “That little dick is just adorable. Cute little thing. No wonder you make such a great mare—you’re barely a stallion at all!

“Not like me,” he went on, giving his fat tool a friendly pat. “You won’t find a bigger stallion anywhere in Ponyville. A cute mare like you should be grateful that a real stallion is giving you any attention.”

His fingers squeezed Blitz’s butt. Rainbow stifled a groan of lust; his tiny boner was throbbing, even as Applejack’s grew even further toward a full erection.

“I’ll bet this is the first time you’ve ever seen a real dick in your life,” Applejack said. He gestured toward his crotch and smirked. “Care to have a taste?”

“I…” Blitz shifted his weight uncomfortably. His voice was quiet, almost high-pitched. He didn’t want to. He was a stallion, dammit, not some kind of cock-hungry mare.

But at the same time...he really fucking wanted to.

He gulped. “...Can I?”

Applejack chuckled. “‘Course.”

Still struggling to hold onto his glare, Blitz got down on his knees and placed one hand on either one of Applejack’s big, muscled thighs. Hesitantly, he leaned over, muzzle slightly parted. At Applejack’s nod, he bent forward and took the head in his mouth.

Applejack sighed softly as Blitz rolled his tongue across his flare. “Mm,” he grunted. “Lil’ more.”

Almost eagerly, Blitz let his muzzle stretch a little wider as he took a little more of Applejack’s member into it. The big stallion’s tool filled his mouth, and he could feel it twitching as his tongue worked its way in small circles around its underside. Applejack shivered, and Blitz suddenly felt a warm, salty taste suffusing his tongue.

Applejack grunted again. His big hand moved to rest on Blitz’s neck—not pushing him forward, but lying there, reminding him with its weight of the caliber of stallion he was pleasuring. Blitz drew his mouth up nearly to the top, his lips smacking together over the pre-oozing head, and then dove right back down.

His head bobbed up and down Applejack’s length. The big stallion’s cock, a full eighteen inches in length, was far too big for Blitz to take in entirely, he noted with a surprising amount of disappointment. Still, he resolved to do his best. He swallowed the penis, letting the head slide down his throat as his lips worked at the sides, his tongue swishing gently along the underside.

“Damn,” Applejack grunted. “You’re good at this.”

If Blitz hadn’t been preoccupied with the seven inches of stallion meat filling his mouth and throat, he might have smirked. Instead, he pulled his head a few inches up, exposing a good quarter of Applejack’s shaft to the air. It glistened from his saliva, and Applejack groaned audibly as one of Blitz’s hands wrapped around it and slowly worked its way down. As Blitz’s mouth and throat pleasured the top of his member, his left hand worked the lower half of the shaft. Blitz’s suckling lips and hand met in the middle, right at the medial ring, and Applejack moaned.

“F-fuck,” he grunted. “B-Blitz…”

Before long, more and more precum was oozing from Applejack’s tip and sliding directly down Blitz’s throat. Blitz swallowed the big stallion’s cock again and again, his nostrils flaring as he took in air. Soon, he could feel Applejack’s cock shuddering between his lips, the big stallion’s legs trembling with the force of holding back an immense pressure.

“F-fuck,” Applejack grunted again. “G-gonna cum—!”

The taste of ejaculate filled Blitz’s mouth as Applejack’s hips jerked, thrusting a good two additional inches of his meat down Blitz’s throat. Rope after rope of cum flowed down Blitz’s throat, Applejack’s entire load depositing itself directly into Blitz’s belly as his orgasm peaked. Applejack grunted and groaned, his cock flaring and stretching Blitz’s jaw incredibly wide as Blitz hungrily swallowed spurt after spurt of thick, warm cum.

When it was over, Applejack groaned and popped his neck. “Now that,” he said, breathing heavily, “was a damn good blowjob. You sure you never done this before?”

Blitz’s lips popped off of Applejack’s moistened tip with a loud smack. “No,” he said. His glare was only halfhearted at this point, and he looked away, biting his lip. “Though it...uh...wasn’t half bad. I guess.”

Applejack’s grin split his face in two. “Good to hear,” he rumbled. “Because that’s not the only first you’ll be having today.”

“What do you—“ Blitz began. But Applejack had already slung an arm around his waist and deposited him on his hands and knees on the ground in front of him.

Blitz moaned as Applejack’s big hand massaged his aching, tiny erection, the other hand pulling down the stockings covering up his rump. “Now that’s a cute lil’ rear,” Applejack said, grinning. He lifted up the skirt and pulled the stockings down just enough to expose Blitz’s crotch.

“AJ,” Blitz groaned, his little dick twitching, “what’re you doing?”

“Just hold still,” Applejack said. Blitz frowned, then gasped as he felt something big prodding up against his rear. Something thick. Something heavy and warm.

“Now, this might hurt a little at first,” Applejack said, “but we should be plenty lubed up for this to work.” At first, there was an incredible tightness, a resistance—and then Blitz’s eyes bulged as he felt his hole suddenly spreading incredibly wide as Applejack’s member forced its way in.

“O-oh gods,” he grunted, struggling to keep himself together. “Oh, fuck, that’s big.”

Applejack rubbed Blitz’s flanks, grunting as he pushed his member a bit further into Blitz’s backdoor. “We ain’t done yet,” he grunted.

Blitz all but melted around it as Applejack’s cock filled him more than he’d ever known a pony could be filled. He’d experimented once or twice with toys before—not because he was some kind of queer, duh; he’d just heard some bullshit about prostate orgasms and wanted to try one out—but this was far beyond anything else he could have expected.

Applejack’s hands wrapped around his waist as more and more of his cock entered Blitz’s rear. “F-fuck,” Applejack groaned. “You’re so damn tight.”

“M-maybe you’re just too fuckin’ big!”

Applejack bent over Blitz’s lithe form, a good half of his massive cock buried in the smaller stallion’s ass. The bottom of Blitz’s skirt lay over the exposed top of Applejack’s tool, its soft pink frills in sharp contrast to the slab of stallion meat it was attempting to cover. “Say,” he said. “I got an idea.”

“W-what?”

Applejack’s breath was hot in Blitz’s ear. “I cum first, I get the outfit tomorrow. If you finish first...then you’ve gotta be my lil’ cheerleader till I tell you to stop.”

Blitz was proud that he kept his voice from shaking. “You’re on!”

Applejack just laughed. “Then I got this one in the bag,” he said, almost lovingly caressing Blitz’s slender waist and giving his hips a little jerk forward. Blitz’s eyes bulged as he felt the impossible girth of Applejack’s medial ring prodding against his ass. “After all, a sissy lil’ mare like you can’t help but cum exactly—“

He jerked a good three inches more of his tool inside of Blitz’s ass. Rainbow let out a howl of pain and pleasure as he felt Applejack’s member stretching his insides.

“—when—“

Applejack withdrew a good foot of his meat from Blitz’s rump...and then rammed it back in, a good fourteen inches spearing Blitz on the tip. Blitz wailed as pleasure threatened to overwhelm in. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—

“—his stallion—“

Blitz was crying out now, moaning loudly in pleasure as Applejack rammed his ass again and again. With just a thin little cloth covering the front of the stall, there was no way that everypony outside didn’t know exactly what was going on. But Blitz didn’t care. He loved feeling full like this, loved being filled again and again as a big stallion like Applejack made him his mare. The feeling of being stretched didn’t subside; if anything, it intensified, his insides shivering and spasming around Applejack’s massive tool. Tingling jolts of pleasure sang up and down his spine as a feeling of total, utter submissiveness washed over him.

“—says!”

Applejack rammed his massive cock into Blitz’s rear all the way to the hilt, his heavy, musky balls slapping against the backs of Blitz’s thighs. With a cry, Blitz threw his head back and came.

It wasn’t very impressive. A few small spurts of cum, each one barely more than a few drops, dribbled out from his tip and onto the ground.

Fuck.

He’d lost the bet. And yet somehow...he didn’t seem to mind.

“Heh,” he heard Applejack grunt in his ear. “Now lemme show you how a real stallion cums.”

Applejack’s massive cock thrust into Blitz’s ass, his insides clenching around it as more and more warm, thick pre oozed into him. Applejack’s hips flexed, his muscular thighs pressing against Blitz’s butt with every thrust, his balls bouncing off of the smaller stallion’s rear. Applejack grunted and snorted, his hands roving hungrily across Blitz’s slender body.

With a final grunt, Applejack hilted himself inside of Blitz. His cock flared, bulging with unspilled seed—and he came. His member lurched and shuddered for a moment before erupting with a tidal wave of spooge. Thick, white ropes of cum splattered against Blitz’s insides, gooey spurts of cum filling him up as Applejack’s hips jerked against him again and again.

Blitz moaned as he felt Applejack’s seed sloshing around inside of his gut. He held a hand to his belly and groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as the last waves of warm pleasure washed over him. “F-fuck,” he grunted. There wasn’t really much else to say.

With a groan, Applejack collapsed onto the floor of the stall, his big arm pulling Blitz down with him. Blitz grunted as the back of his head collided with Applejack’s pectoral shelf, but then he let himself relax slightly, enjoying the feeling of the big stallion’s muscles beneath him.

“Looks like I get to keep my cheerleader,” Applejack teased.

Blitz flushed. This time, though, he didn’t glare. If anything, a small, hesitant smile danced upon his lips. After a moment, he said, “...I have to keep the uniform, right?”

Applejack chuckled. He gave Blitz’s hip a squeeze and drew an arm around the little stallion’s chest. “Don’t you fret, ‘Rainbow Bliss,’” he said, gently stroking Blitz’s stomach. “I got a feeling that you’ll be wearing that cute lil’ thing all the time from now on.”