Blitz wasn’t nervous. He wasn’t. He definitely wasn’t. He swore. He was a really tough guy, so what did he have to be nervous about? The fact that he had been summoned to bed by a royal princess based on rumors about his sexual stamina? Rumors that he had spread, and totally hadn’t exaggerated... More than a little, anyway. Well, really, he had just exaggerated the NUMBER of sexual partners. In that he usually claimed it was somehting like 300, and it was actually something like 3. Which was probably being generous, honestly. He had actually only been inside one of them... The other two he had lost his load staring at their pussies. But in his defense, he had been REALLY horny, and Applejack’s cunt had been so wet, the way her lips opened and closed, her muscles glistening after a hard day’s work... It totally wasn’t unmanly to cum looking at that, really.
He would be fine. He would definitely be fine. He wasn’t at all worried about the fact that rumors said the princess would put a curse on anyone who tried and failed to give her a long ride, that she would dress him up like a little filly if he came all over himself and then curse him with weird pheremones, the fact that if he failed sexually here, his entire LIFE would turn into a never-ending parade of humiliation... That was going to be just fine. He wouldn’t need to worry about that, because he was a real, manly stallion who wouldn’t cum early no matter what happened, as long as he didn’t have to look to hard at the woman he was about to fuck, or last longer than a minute or so like he had before embarrassing himself in Twilight’s pussy, which might not be enough for him to please the princess, but desperate times, right?
He stepped into her room, and cleared his throat. “Hello?” He asked, in a small, but clear voice.The room was nearly dark, but he could see a small light across the room. It took his eyes a moment to adjust and determine what it was, and realize that the small amount of illumination the room actually had came from the sparkling of Luna’s mane, casting a dull light that illuminated primarily her bed. Her face was still cloaked in the shadows, a frightening and intimidating vision of the danger he was finding himself in, by slipping into be with the Princess of the Night.
“I know you’ve been dreaming about me.”
He swallowed nervously when she announced that. “Ya... Ya do?”
“I do.” She answered. The lights went on in the room, and he could see Luna’s face, looking out at him with a mix of a glare and sultry enticement. He wasn’t sure if he should be scared, but he felt his shaft growing in his pants, and he knew that, at the very least, he should be aroused. Or, perhaps considering his previous experiences, he SHOULDN’T be aroused. He would hate to disappoint the Lunar Princess. It had had consequences.
“Of course I do.” Her eyes were burning a hole in his chest. Along with other parts of his anatomy. That was fine, though. He could handle himself with her. In her. He hoped. He shifted his feet a little.
“I know you have been dreaming of me. I wanted to give you a chance to get the real thing.”
“Yeah?” He asked.
“Yeah.” A smile played across her lips, “I saw how you take me in your dreams. I saw how big, and strong and manly you are. I loved what I saw. I want to feel it.” The lights rose as she tossed her blanket off herself. Not as bright as it could be, but enough of the sensual lighting that he could see her spread pussy, the semi-clear juices dripping out of it. It pulsed open and closed like a drooling, hungry mouth. It suddenly felt very hot in here, and Blitz could feel his arousal growing out of control. He tried to stand straight, he knew the princess was a harsh critic. She’d seen a lot of sex, after all. She had the power to look into any wet dream in Equestria, and learn the sexual tricks of a thousand fantasies. He, in the meantime, had the power to require extra pairs of underwear every time he watched a Wonderbolt show. Which was admittedly less of a power, and more of a burden.
Her dripping muscles continued to flex inside her slick cunt, held open to receive him. “I want you to get on and really rail me. Like you dream of.” She told him, “I want to be fucked so hard I can’t walk or think straight. I want to cum in ten seconds flat. I want to feel the ultimate in Equestrian manhood pound me. You can live up to your dreams, can’t you?”
He nodded, sweat dripping from his brow. He could do this. He’d have to do this. He couldn’t humiliate himself with her. This was the time that really mattered. It was all on the line. He would have to count on his cock to protect him. This wasn’t toying with his friends, this was game time. He hoped he could avoid his regular humiliations. Though the way he felt his balls starting to pull up as he approached her, he was starting to see that it would be a fight just to get to the princess’s pulsating pussy. He shuddered to think what would happen once he got there, and was trying to match his stamina against a millenia of experience.
Magic glowed around his pants, the top button coming undone and the clothes on his lower body floating away as he walked towards her. However she did it, rendering him nude in only seconds, he had no idea. He wished she hadn’t, now. Unclothing might have given him a chance to hide his attempts to lower his erection by looking away, but now all he could do is look into the challenging eyes of the powerful princess, watch her broad tongue as she licked her lips, giving him a look that made him feel like a little colt who’d been caught out doing something naughty. His cock was doing something naughty, no doubt, dripping pre-cum already. He broke her gaze and looked down to avoid the intimidation, but that just put him looking at the dripping cunt that would be on his cock soon. On his cock, and sliding, flexing those trained muscles along it.
“You’re not having second thoughts, are you? If you are, you can just leave. I don’t need to make your dreams come true. Of course, I’d have to tell everyone what happened when I offered you a ride.”
He didn’t want to embarrass himself with her, but he wanted the embarrassment of the word being spread he was afraid of fucking even less. He could probably survive anything she did, really, all those rumors about her breaking guys had to be just that. Rumors. She couldn’t really be the cruel woman that everyone painted her as. She was a princess, after all. An associate of Celestia’s couldn’t be that bad. The possibility that he could cum quick and be embarrassed by attempting and failing to fuck the princess’s pussy was always there. Even a 99% chance that would happen beat the absolute certainty of humiliation from turning tail and running from the prospect of powerful pony pussy pumping his penis.
He drew closer, bit by bit, to her, and he shivered at her chuckling. He is cock shivered even harder than he did, and he stopped for a second to regain its control.
“Not having trouble, are you?” She teased, and he shook his head.
“I’m. I’m fine.” He panted, and took another couple steps, then a couple more. Finally, he was at the foot of the bed, when he felt something. A tingling, teasing sensation around his balls. She was using her magic to twist and pump up his cock.
“I... Don’t do that.” He gasped out.
She looked up at him. “Do what?”
“The... The magic.”
“Why not?”
“I want...” He considered the most manly way he could answer, “I want to feel... Uhh... The real you... Just you... Your body... Not magic.” It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than saying ‘Another second of that and I’ll burst’
“Of course you do.” She laughed at his plight, “You want to feel this royal pussy all over you, don’t you? Come on, horsey, saddle up.” She teased, and he grunted. Her sultry voice was not making his struggle to fuck her any easier. He could feel his ability to hold on waning by the second, and he scrambled onto the bed.
It was only then that he realized the size disparity between himself and the royal alicorn. He’d been around Twily for a while, long enough to get used to it. He’d seen enough of Celestia to simply think of her as if she was a different species altogether. Luna looked like a mare, always next to Celestia and so seemingly so much smaller. Now, though, he was the one who was feeling small, climbing into bed with a woman the size of AJ’s big brother. A woman with a spread-open pussy that looked liable to swallow up his cock and unman him. He shuddered again, he could feel the cum roiling in his balls, his so-called stallionhood swelling as he got closer and closer to his goal, fucking the lunar princess.
“You sure you’re not having trouble, Blitz?” She taunted him, “You look like you’re shaking like a little colt.”
He shook his head, “I’m fine.” He continued his slow crawl towards her, towards that powerful, royal equine vagina. Time to either be a man, or turn tail and flee from this sexual encounter before it turned overwhelming.
He could feel her body heat radiating against him from her nether regions. He could smell the power within her, and looked down at that clenching, drooling mouth. Less than an inch away from penetration, he halted. He needed to catch his breath before he tried to take her. He knew he’d never survive if he tried to fuck her here and now. He would have no way of lasting through the experience. His cock was achingly stiff, he could taste his own blood in his mouth as he bit down painfully to try to distract from the erotic thoughts of trying to rut her.
“Last chance to run, stallion...” The princess teased, “Last chance to admit that the thought of this is too hot for you to handle. Once you slip into my gooey, squeezing hole, I’m not letting you out. If you run away before it starts, they’ll all laugh at you, but at least you won’t be humiliating yourself in front of royalty. I won’t even tell too many ponies. But once you slip in, once your cock slides between these plump lips, there will be no turning back for you. If you touch me, if you fuck me, if you even cum on me... Then you better not leave my bed until I’m satisfied.”
He shuddered at the thought. As humiliating as it was to think about leaving to avoid pumping cum out onto the princess, it might save him her taunts and the embarrassment of failing to fuck her. He froze, trying not to think about it. Trying not to think about what could happen in this carnal encounter. Trying not to think about the heat of her pussy. Despite all that trying, his eyes drifted down between her legs, down at her glistening, feminine muscles, and that dark hole that could swallow him, chew him up, and force him to spit out all that he had. He shuddered as she shifted and flexed her inner muscles, labia opening up, enticing him to take her as deep as he could. His cock bounced and bucked as he stared into her. Oh fuck, oh no, he was getting close. He was too close, now, he was on the edge, and trying desperately not to cum himself at the site of those full inner muscles behind her plump lower lips.
His cock was bouncing like he was cumming himself already, but he was still, technically, holding on by a thread. Whimpers escaped his lips as he fought desperately to contain himself and his cum in the face of this wicked threat. His stamina was dead on its feet, she had nearly broken him down without even touching him. He looked up at her desperately.
“L-Luna, I...”
“Give in.” She responded, and raised her hips, dragging them along his shaft, rubbing her gooey cunt along him. He wasn’t sure if it was a taunt, or a command, but his cock obeyed either way. He began to blast his cum over Luna’s chest. Ropes of white stallion seed blasted along the royal alicorn’s dark body, along her barely-smoothed abs and some even reaching up to her full, round breasts. He gave a pitiful whine while he shuddered and shot across her, a clear and undeniable sound of his weakness and powerlessness in the face of her. The only contact was a little bit of scraping, and already he was bursting and pumping out cum like a firehose, hips shaking and thrusting as if he could fuck her without penetration. His instincts told him to fuck like a man, and that’s what his body was doing, but in his heart he knew he had been totally overpowered, and that’s why his out of control thrusting was accompanied by whimpers and gasps instead of manly grunts and groans. His cock was the only thing that made him look manly at this point, the rest of his manner made it clear what he really was, an overworked and overtaxed bitch trying to prove himself. He had hoped to save himself humiliation, when he answered the Princess’s request to join her in her chambers. Now it seemed that he had sealed himself to it, by blasting across her body.
Finally, his orgasm finished, and he collapsed across her chest. His head pressed against her bountiful breasts, his chest rose and fell after his exhausting orgasm. Despite his misgivings, rather than a slap or a taunt, he felt the princess running her hand through his mane.
“Ohh, poor little colt.” She taunted, and he shuddered at the condescending comment, “It’s okay. Your princess knows you tried.” Her hand moved down to his upper back and continued petting and along it, making him start to feel warmer and safer. Maybe it really wasn’t so bad that he’d failed. Maybe he could still be a stallion after that. Any guy would cum for her quick, anyway. She had thousands of years and millions of wet dreams to learn how to become a colt’s perfect fantasy, so you couldn’t really blame him for losing it before getting into her. That was natural, he was just a guy, after all, not some sort of superpony sex god. He nuzzled into the soft blue flesh of her breasts, his cock still hard and resting against her wet pussy.
“It could happen to anypony. It’s alright to lose yourself a little early. You’re still hard, you can have another chance” He sighed softly, “But Blitz.” She said.
He looked up to meet her eye, and she responded with a far less comforting grin, “You better rut me like a cheap whore, or I’ll make you into one, now get in me and fuck me, or I’ll make your useless quick-cumming life a living hell. Either last long enough for me to be satisfied, or be broken down like the bitch you are.” Her hand moved from his back to his ass. She grabbed his tail to pull him back, and shoved him forward, burying his shaft into her pussy up to the hilt, grabbing his mane and shoving it against her breasts.
“I swear this better be worth my time or you’ll WISH I was still Nightmare Moon” she taunted him as she rapidly pumped her hips against the gasping stallion’s. He tried to pull away from her, but there was no way out of the mare’s grip. She didn’t look as physically impressive as Applejack’s older brother, but the power of an alicorn rendered that a mere technicality. He was every bit as trapped in Luna’s cunt as he would be if the strongest stallion in all of Equestria was holding him down. His cock was stuffed deep in her pussy as she fucked herself aggressively on him. There was nothing in this interaction which was about his desire. All that mattered was her dripping powerful cunt on his cock, her inner muscles churning his shaft around. She was only trying to use him to get herself off, and yet, despite this he could feel his orgasm rising a second time, less than a minute after he shot off on her belly. Her powerful grip on the back of his head buried his muzzle against her full breasts, nearly cutting off his air supply as she dominated him and his weak cock.
“I swear, Blitzy, if you can’t make me cum, I’ll make every dream a nightmare. A weak quick-cumming colt like you doesn’t even deserve to fantasize about my royal pussy, much less pump it. Come on!” She aggressively shoved her hips against his cock, “Come on, FUCK me you little cumpump!”
Each slam of her hips to his made the poor pegasus bounce against her body. His cock was tossed around in the tight grip of her pussy. She was wringing his shaft out with her aggressive thrusts, and even as he tried desperately to hold back, the princess’s thrusts against him were shuttering any resistance. Less than a minute after cumming he was struggling in her pussy, less than a minute after that he was getting close to his cock bursting for her mistreatment of him. He was trapped in the force of her body, cock bullied by her pussy like a highschool geek being pushed around by the alpha bitch, and he had just about as much of a chance of surviving fucking her. He wasn’t even trying to fuck her, he was just trying to hold on while she used him as a sex toy, and embarrassingly, it looked like he wasn’t even going to be able to do that. She was shattering his stamina with every thrust, every wet squelch of pussy around rapidly-becoming-less-manly cock was a blow against his ability to survive bedding this bitch. He gritted his teeth while she slammed herself on him, shaking his head and shuddering. This couldn’t take that long, right? How long did it take a mare to get off? Her soaked fuckhole slammed him, time and again, and he shook his head. If she didn’t ease off, he was going to cum twice for her before she even got off once, before even five minutes had passed in their carnal encounter.
His hands dug into the bedsheets as he tried desperately to hold on through this aggressive assault on his senses and stamina. A full out attack on his manhood, as each second passed by and he got closer and closer to losing it inside her. His cock twitched, bucked, his balls drew up. He bit his lips and clenched down with every muscle he had to try to keep holding on against her pussy’s punishing pumps.
“You better not be shaking for the reason I think you’re shaking, cumpump.” She growled at him, “It would be absolutely pitiful if you couldn’t even hold on for two fucking minutes even AFTER you came once. You’re not such a lowly useless cumpump that you’re going to lose it already, are you?” She mocked him.
He wanted to say no, but he didn’t dare open his mouth for fear of what would happen if he did. He needed to put all of his focus, all of his (alleged) strength into holding onto the seed roiling inside him. Which wasn’t easy with the way her pussy chewed on his cock and stamina. He was outmatched in every respect. He was on the edge of another humiliating orgasm, and even trying another couple seconds to resist was going to require a super-equine effort to stay in the metaphorical game. The princess raised her hand off his hips, and he tried to escape the cunt that was squelching, squeezing, and overpowering his stamina, but before he could get even an inch out, she slapped her hand back down on his ass.
The spank stung, but it did worse than that. It distracted him from his efforts to hold back for just long enough that he couldn’t quite handle it. His hands squeezed so tight he dragged the covers up and away from the sheets, and his cock began to blast off into her merciless pussy. As he did that, the princess began to laugh loud at his failure to handle himself.
“Oh, you really are a cumpump!” She slapped his ass again, and his cock gave another buck inside her pussy, more cum squirting out as it fed her. Not that it was slowing her down at all, she continued the aggressive fucking against him, “I’ve seen schoolcolts keep their cum longer than you in their nightmares!” Her thrusts continued, as did his embarrassing orgasm. Despite all of his attempts, he had lost it again, and the pleasure of orgasm was tainted by the humiliation of the fact that he lost it twice, despite his best efforts, in this royal woman’s overpowering pussy. To add to that, all she was trying to do was get herself off on his body. She wasn’t even TRYING to make him cum, and he was still unable to handle the basic task of not cumming twice in only a couple minutes.
She slapped his ass again, and he whimpered as it triggered even more and more cum to pour out of him into the torment that was her dripping pussy. He was being utterly owned, utterly unmanned and she didn’t even seem to care. She just continued to thrust her hips against him, even as his cock spurt harder and harder into her tight pussy. It didn’t matter that he was continuously creaming himself in her, the princess had his cock locked in tight and was slamming herself on him, the sound of her aggressive taking of the pegasus in her pussy echoed through the room, as did the sound of his increasingly loud whimpers.
Even as his orgasm finished, Luna didn’t let off on her milking and squeezing of his cock. If anything, she went harder, faster, bashing his hips with her pussy, the wetness of both their juices dripping out against his thighs.
“You... Better hope... You can keep going, cumpump...” She grunted, unlike his previous words, her pausing had little to do with attempting to regain control of herself, and much more on concentration on taking some pleasure out of the inferior pegasus cock which was, to his relief and dismay, still as hard as it could be. Perhaps being with an alicorn had some advantage, but unfortunately not one that made it any easier on the man whose shaft was getting bullied, or who was finding himself rocketing towards his third orgasm in quick succession, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath before the princess ran him ragged. In fact, to his embarrassment, the orgasm was only coming on faster than last time, as if each blast of cum was making it harder and harder to deny the next, a cascading failure of manhood which would lead to his ultimate humiliation.
“Or else... I’ll...” She slammed her hips so hard into him it knocked the wind out, “I’ll... Heavens this cock is useless... I’ll curse you... Trap you in an endless nightmare... Until you learn... To be a fucking... Man... Which you won’t... ‘Cause all you’ll... Ever be is a... Worthless... Cumpump!”
Each breath he took to try to deal with her battering of his cock and stamina was drenched by the arousing scent of the pair’s juices, making it that much harder to do anything other than think about the sweat and sex and the power of the woman fucking herself against him, her hand buried in his mane and shoving him to her chest. No matter what he did, what he tried to think of to distract himself, the pure physicality and sexuality of the Princess was making it that much harder to hold back inside her. His cock was stiffening and twitching again, under her pussy’s command, even as he tried to hold back with every fiber of his manhood, whimpering a little for her. He wasn’t going to hold back. He was going to cum, soon, and there was nothing he could do about it. The princess was going to ride him into dust without ever getting off her back. He had to get off her, he grabbed harder into the sheets as he tried to pull away, but there was no escaping from the princess’s pulsating pussy. Her powerful walls clenched and pulled on his cock, and he felt himself on the edge of a gushing orgasm for the lunar princess. He whimpered and squirmed on her, bit his teeth, tried desperately to buck away, but it was no use. He wasn’t going to last another few seconds under this treatment as she inexorably slammed her hips on the poor cumpump’s hips.
“I’m going to... Ride you...” Luna grunted as she slammed hard on him, “Over... And over... Until I’m satisfied... And if you’re not awake when... I’m done... You’ll... Regret it.”
He wondered what she meant by that, how could he not be awake? It was one thing to cum fast, but to pass out? A rough thrust, crush of inner muscles, and twist of her hips quickly answered his question. His back arched out as he cried out with yet another overpowering orgasm, feeding more cum into her clenching fuckhole, his whole body seizing up and twitching, ever muscle clenched, as his shaft fed her cunt more and more creamy white submission.
“Nggahahhhhh!” His cry was a mix of ecstacy and agony, drawn from him by the dominant woman beneath him.
“I’m almost... Embarrassed for you...” She snarled, and he whimpered, tears beginning to fall from his eyes as she rode him from below. Sweat dripped heavily from his brow, fell on her body, and heightened the scent of sex she subjected him to. His whole body bucked and shook as it tried to draw more cum from its reserves to pump out into her. His manhood was her plaything, as orgasmic contractions rocked him to the core, shudders overtaking every inch of his body as it desperately tried and failed to sate the sexual desires of the alicorn. Now, he was actually hoping his orgasm would wane soon, before the power of being pumped by this woman overtook him entirely. He needed to stay awake, and it felt like her pussy needed to destroy him just as badly. He held on with all he had, for as long as he could, hoping it would be enough.
Finally, his orgasm began to trickle off, a merciful relief from the body-shaking contractions she’d sadistically put him through. To his dismay, though, even his own body wasn’t giving him a chance to catch his breath. The pleasure was growing once more, even as he tried to crush it back down, her pussy crushed it back up for him. He was going to cum, soon, whether he liked it or not. He couldn’t even take some time to try to catch his breath before the next one, since it was coming so hard and so fast, he needed to put all he could into trying to stop it. Her hands buried into his mane and his ass as she slammed on him over and over, his hips starting to bruise from the aggressive fucking the royal alicorn was putting him through. He was crying heavily now, he wasn’t sure he would last through this next orgasm, or if his weak little cock would totally doom him in this attempt to sate the glorious mare beneath him. He was throwing all he could into trying to outlast this, and she was eating him up. Already three orgasms in, and her pussy was if anything more hot, more wet, more eager to draw out his cum, more overpowering in its pulsing on him. He could barely even try to pull away, her body held him trapped like he was stuck under a rock, like he’d been tied into a living milking machine. His orgasm was growing, growing.....
Oh fuck, it hit him again. Another blast of cum spurted from his cock, smaller and weaker than before, at least as far as what it expelled. If anything, though, even if the rate at which the seed poured out had decreased, its effect on his body was even greater. He could hear his heart beating in his ears as she pounded the seed out of him, hear his heavy, desperate breaths as he tried to save himself from being fucked unconscious by the powerful woman. Even his crying was growing louder, sobbing like a pitiful baby as she tortured him with her sex, and his body shook. What made it worse was that even as this orgasm pulsed out into her, he could feel the next one growing in his balls. Not only could he not last five minutes inside her, it felt like he was getting close to being unable to last one whole orgasm without the next one starting, a victim of his own inability to even approach manhood in a sexual situation. He tried to tune out the constant thrusts, the powerful slams, the berating of his manhood, but he couldn’t tune out the constantly growing orgasm, that threatened to blast out of him another time. His cum seemed to be slowing down its exit from his overburdened cock for now, but he knew that this was just teasing him with the prospect of mercy. Even his body seemed to want him to suffer for his inadequacy.
His next orgasm hit him, cum pulsing pitifully out of his cock, and the tears falling more heavily from his eyes, slipping down the curve of her breasts, so he could taste his own pitiful failing. He wasn’t even trying to escape her anymore, just hoping that perhaps she might sate herself on him before she subjected him to another pitiful orgasm. He was sure he could take no more of this from the powerful alicorn’s body. His own body burned with the desire to just sleep, now, but he was terrified of the punishment for doing so. As terrified as he was of the next orgasm he could feel boiling in him. He doubted he even had any more cum left to give her, but she didn’t care. She only seemed to care about getting herself off and using him as a toy to do it, but this toy’s batteries were winding down. If he could last through the next orgasm, whatever came afterwards would doom him. He whimpered and muttered, not sure if he was pleading with his own body or the woman beneath him to stop this humiliation. He desperately wanted, if not needed, to stop the next orgasm that he felt creeping up on him, but it was a losing battle. His cock was softening, but his cum was coming out as much as ever. His manhood lost to the might of the alicorn. His cock twitched again, he could feel the orgasm approaching, and could do little more than try to wish it away.
No such luck. This one hit him as hard as any other had. His body twisted atop Luna, but her grasp never ceased for even a second, nor did the force with which she slammed herself against him. Only a few pitiful drops of cum pumped out of the overworked cumpump at this point, nothing worth commenting on. His body shook, but he himself simply collapsed against her, sobbing heavily and pitifully as she overtook him far too easily. He was no man, nothing like a man, he couldn’t hold his cum in this powerful woman for even the duration of an orgasm. He felt the last one sneaking up on him, and whimpered. He wouldn’t be able to take this orgasm, that much he could count on. He wished it wasn’t coming, but he knew it was. Her thrusts denied him the deep breaths he needed to be able to to regain any sort of stamina. Running a marathon with the wonderbolts would have been less exhausting than this, and he probably would have passed out from that, too. Here, now, getting his cock and stamina mashed around by her cunt, was the most embarrassing experience the poor pegasus could imagine. He lay exhausted on her chest, hoping for release, but knowing the only release he would be getting would be the type of release he desperately wanted to avoid. That last, destructive orgasm was growing closer and closer with every second, with every thrust of the Princess’s body against his. He was too tired from the cascading orgasms to move. This next one would... Oh... Oh no... Fuck... Fuuuuuuck...
It hit him, hard. His eyes rolled back in his head, all he could see was star bursts, and the smell of Luna’s breasts, pussy juices, and his own copious, near entirely drained out cum... Her hips hit his, time and again. His tongue lolled out from his mouth. His balls drained the last few drops of seed out into her that they could, and even still, even with him nearly unconscious, he knew he was going to cum again. Even if his whole body had been drained of every drop, Luna was merciless in how she over used him. He was only her little cumpump, only a fucktoy for an alicorn goddess, and he couldn’t even execute that simple duty with any form of manhood. His arms and legs were twitching wildly when they weren’t limp, his heart pounding faster and faster in his ears, saliva drooling out of his mouth.
“Useless... Pitiful... Already breaking...”
He wasn’t sure if the broken speech was a result of her arousal or his own inability to even think straight. That didn’t matter. All that mattered was, worryingly, yet another orgasm was growing inside him. Even as his mind seemed to be shutting down, his body was determined to give her one last burst of stallion cum if it killed him. Which, he doubted was a possibility, but passing out and life becoming a living nightmare might well be the worse fate. He could see nothing but stars, hear nothing but the sound of her pussy, and feel nothing but the heat of her body, the sweat pouring off his brow, and, finally, his cock bursting out one final orgasm before...
Before... He... Found himself in Rarity’s Boutique. Which was, he would admit, not the usual response he got to cumming. The sun was bright, the birds were chirping, everything seemed like it would be alright, now. He looked around.
“R-Rarity?” He called out, nervously. There was no response, so he padded slowly through the room. “Hello? Rare?” He asked.
“Coming, dear, just let me get ready!” His friend responded. Rarity ‘Getting Ready’ could take hours, so he figured he’d have some time to poke around and recuperate from that exhausting session. He felt something stirring, though, ‘down below’ so to speak. He looked down, curiously, and gasped at what he saw. His cock was poking out of a pair of silky, frilly pink panties! That was bad, that was REALLY bad. This was going to need an explanation. He wasn’t a sissy. His cock, he hoped, made that much obvious. So why was he in frilly panties like this?
“Calm down, Blitz, Calm down...” He told himself, and rushed through the large round room of the boutique to find one of Rarity’s full length mirrors. He looked at himself, and gasped at what he saw. Not only was he wearing a tight pair of pink panties, but also a frilly bra on top, AND thigh-high stockings. He cried out in shock.
“HOLY SISTERS!” He gasped, “I’M A GIRL!?”
“Of course you’re not, dear.” He heard Rarity’s soft voice, “Your hips are wrong, too much arm muscle.” Her own hips swayed as she strode up to him, and patted his cheek, “You’re definitely not a girl, Blitz. But don’t worry.” She giggled, “We can fix that~” She said, in a sing-song voice.
Blitz screamed.
Author's Note
This is a commission for a wonderfully patient buyer, who has been extremely forgiving about how long it took to come up with. Hope he likes it, and I hope you all like it too.
