Twilight's New Guard

Spike shivered as he entered into the barracks of Twilight's castle. The room had been repurposed from something else, and was now dark, with arms and armor gleaming on the shadowy walls. Spike himself shivered in his own clothes, but he dared not move. He could see the silhouettes of stallions in their own armor. Slowly, they melted forward, tall, imposing, powerful.

"Welcome, Spike," Thunderlane said. As the oldest of the group, one of the first stallions to dedicate himself to Princess Twilight's protection, he was captain now, and he cut an impressive figure, his body hardened under his black coat, his icy mane cut like a centurion's. "You are here because you have endured rigorous physical training, and have proven yourself loyal as a servant of Princess Twilight." That much was an understatement. He had been with her longer than any of them, but his age and questionable physical fitness barred him from becoming a guard. He still had quite a layer of pudge on him, even if he was older and taller now, but somehow he had managed to pass his tests.

Thunderlane continued. "Tonight, you will endure one final test: not of loyalty to Twilight, but of loyalty to your fellow guards. You will be asked to demonstrate your brotherhood to us, and your complete obedience to the institution we uphold, and the ideals of stallionhood we represent. Do you accept this test?"

Spike's body quivered, even as he answered. "I do."

Thunderlane smiled ominously. "Then shed your clothing, and prepare yourself to don the armor of a guard."

Spike gulped, but his fingers slowly started undoing buttons, exposing more and more of his smooth, scaly body until he was bare before them. Others stepped out of the shadows.

"Where's his dick?" Rumble said loudly, elbowing his older brother. The younger pegasus was much leaner and shorter than Thunderlane, but had grown devilishly handsome, and was well-desired by many of the mares around Ponyville.

"Oh, it's there," came a deeper voice. Pipsqueak flanked Thunderlane on the other side. Unlike Rumble, Pipsqueak had grown big, broad, and masculine, dwarfing even Thunderlane. With a grin, all he had to do was reach down and give Spike a little push to topple him over. Spike landed on his ass, his legs spread, his tiny dragon prick visible beneath his belly.

"Hey, there's the little guy. Looks like it's all ready to play, too!" Rumble taunted.

Spike felt his blood freeze. He knew full well he wasn't any sort of impressive when it came to his malehood, but he didn't expect that to be part of the ceremony. He could feel their eyes on it, and he tried to cross his legs to shield himself, but it was too late.

Thunderlane stepped over him. "You're certainly not the most impressive of males," he said gruffly. "Spread your legs."

With a gulp, tears burning in his eyes, Spike did so reluctantly. Thunderlane stooped down, taking a look at his throbbing little cock. "My," he grumbled, almost to himself. "Pathetic little thing. Can't really be a man with something like that, can you?" Spike didn't know if he was supposed to answer or not, but he did know that he absolutely wanted to die.

Thunderlane continued. "But, I suppose if you demonstrate true loyalty to this little fraternity of ours, then I might be able to permit a male as inadequate as you."

It was all Spike had wanted ever since the guard had joined, perhaps even before. He had always dreamed of being a hero, of being a man Twilight and Rarity and the others could depend on, and maybe even be impressed by. After Thunderlane's scathing words, he doubted that much was possible, but total failure would be the final nail in the coffin for his self-esteem. "I'll do anything!" he whimpered.

"Good," Thunderlane replied curtly. Spike heard the other two snicker a little. As if on cue, they began to remove their gleaming armor. Piece by piece clattered to the ground until each of them was as naked as Spike. He had to gulp past a dry lump in his throat, and he felt like he was gasping for air. Their bodies were chiseled like statues, muscular and well-built all around, any mare would have drooled to touch them. And if they didn't drool over their pecs or abs or arms, their long, meaty cocks would have done the trick. Even Spike's dick throbbed just at the sight of them swinging between their thighs. How did he ever think he could have been on the same level as these stallions?

"Prove to us that you understand and can appreciate true manhood," Thunderlane commanded. "If you can do this, you can be one of us."

Spike wasn't born yesterday. He knew this wasn't part of the initiation ceremony. This was obvious hazing. But he didn't care. If this is what it took to become a guard, he'd do it. No pony would have to know. Rarity and Twilight certainly would be just as pleased with him in their ignorance. And how bad could it really be?

His cock still throbbed.

Spike sat up on his knees, approaching them humbly, much like a dog. They grinned down at him, rubbing themselves slowly. He could already see their shafts twitching, fattening up, hardening. They formed a semicircle around him, and he felt another jolt run through him, feeling much like fear, and yet causing him to shudder with arousal.

"Well?" was all Thunderlane said.

Spike held his claws to his chest. He knew what he had to do. He could envision it so clearly in his mind. A fantasy that made him ache with desire. But he couldn't let them know how excited this made him. He had never done anything like this ever before, and he feared he never would. This could be his one chance at acceptance, but how much of his dignity was he willing to throw away?

All of it.

Spike dove forward at Thunderlane, wrapping his claws around his cock, stroking wildly, pressing his muzzle into his balls and letting his tongue loose. He felt heat and hard flesh, not unlike hard muscles, underneath his claws, and he tasted sweat from today's exercises on his sack, and he smelled a heady male musk. Thunderlane moaned, his thick shaft throbbing at the attention. "You like this?"

"Yes," Spike admitted pitifully. He just dove back down, bathing Thunderlane's orbs, licking up his sheath and wrapping his tongue around the bottom of the shaft. His blood was pumping now, burning, his breaths quick and dripping with lust. He had broken the barrier, and he was ready to serve these stallions in whatever ways they wanted.

Thunderlane just chuckled darkly. "Worship us," he commanded. "Clean our balls. Smell our sweat, you little runt."

The other two closed in, and Spike didn't hesitate to follow orders. He took to Rumble next, licking over every inch he could touch, pleasuring him as best he could, taking in every detail. Even if he wasn't as big as his older brother, his cock was longer, if not thinner, and Spike relished taking his tongue from the bottom side of his balls all the way up to the tip of his flare.

Pipsqueak then grabbed his head, and Spike felt his muzzle shoved into his big, heavy sack. A heady, masculine musk filled Spike's nostrils, and he swooned at the strength his scent signified. Pipsqueak was a powerful stallion altogether, and even his cock was huge to match his set. It barely fit between Spike's palms as he stroked above his head, but Pipsqueak didn't have to push to get Spike to bury his muzzle into his sweaty nuts, and Spike eagerly took another whiff of his scent. "Ahh, yeah," he moaned.

"I think he's ready," Thunderlane said. Spike noticed Rumble flit off, but he was back shortly with something in his hands that Spike couldn't see. Thunderlane moved around behind him, but Pipsqueak held him fast.

"Gah!" he yelped as he felt Thunderlane seize him by an ankle. He was being hoisted up, off the ground, even upside down as he clung to Pipsqueak's waist in an attempt to stay upright. Once Thunderlane lifted him high enough, though he held him still. Spike tried to look around, but he couldn't see what they were doing.

"Ohh," he moaned as he felt a couple fingers slathered in some kind of slick goo rub themselves along his butthole. He bit his lip as Thunderlane tested the lube and Spike, prodding him with the firm digits until he felt Spike give way. It didn't take long. Once Spike started breathing enough to relax, he loosened right up, eager for what was going to come next.

Sex. Real sex. The loss of his virginity that Spike couldn't have given away quickly enough. He didn't care anymore if this wasn't how he imagined it going. This was better than the nothing he would have received otherwise. As far as he was concerned, these boys could have him all they wanted if it meant not being a pathetic child anymore.

He felt Rumble seize his other ankle, and Pipsqueak took a hold of his shoulders, and the three of them evened him out. Spike still had almost no control of his body, but the parts he could move, he used to comply. He wrapped his hands around Pipsqueak's turgid meat, and he lifted his tail, offering himself to whoever wanted to take his butt first.

Pipsqueak wasn't the waiting kind, though. Maneuvering Spike's head and his hips around, he managed to get the dragon in a position where he could at least poke his face with his cock. "C'mon, be a good sport," he chided good-naturedly. Spike grinned but opened his mouth, excited to try cocksucking for the first time. Pipsqueak wasted no time in shoving the flare in, and that came easily enough. Spike worked over it like a hungry slut, moaning in his throat as he slid his tongue along the smooth, rounded surface, tasting the precum collecting in his mouth, the salty taste only making him want more.

All at once, he felt them push into him. Not just Thunderlane or Rumble or Pipsqueak, but all three of them, each holding a leg or his shoulders, spreading him wide enough for both brothers to enter his behind. His eyes bulged and a moan was suppressed in his throat as Pipsqueak forced more of his thick cock down his throat, and the two brothers behind him popped their flares into his hole one after the other, quickly shoving their cocks into his slicked bottom.

"Oh, man. New guy's got some cushion, doesn't he?"

"Yeah," Thunderlane agreed, giving Spike a swat across his backside, watching his cheeks jiggle. "Move for us," he commanded.

Spike certainly did his best. Taking just one of their dicks would have been a challenge for Spike, but the both of them together was almost painful. And yet, that sting gave way to something so much more as the brothers took him, their iron lengths pounding him, every smack of their hips into his ass causing his body to warm and writhe in a new kind of ecstasy. It only made him more ravenous for Pipsqueak, taking him deep into his throat until his jaw was spread wide by the young stallion's thick meat, Spike's eyes rolling upward as that heavy male musk from Pip's balls reaching again.

"Talented little fella," Pipsqueak complimented, shoving Spike down as far as he could, the dragon accepting eagerly.

"I think I'm starting to see the advantage of all this pudge," Thunderlane agreed.

"Yeah, he's tight bro, and yet sooo soft," Rumble moaned.

They pounded him into oblivion, their hands groping at his belly and ass, their cocks stuffing his body full to brimming. And yet he wanted more. He took their sweat into his nostrils, their shafts into his holes, and their lust into his body, filled with the pleasure of servitude. He could feel the climax coming, and he was desperate for it. His own body was on the edge, his little dick leaking as their own throbbed hard within him.

But with a whimper around Pipsqueak's cock, Spike still continuing to slobber over the meat, he started cumming, his little balls emptying his little load onto the crystal below. But he wasn't ashamed of it anymore. It was just another sign of his place beneath these studs.

And with a collective moan and a few final, rough bucks into him, Spike groaned as he felt semen flood him. The bitter, heady taste filled his mouth, stuffing his stomach as the two brothers pumped their shared cum into his butt, their issue leaking around their meats as his ass failed to accept everything they put into him. He squirmed with lingering pleasure as he felt the hot fluids course within him, moaning with every little thrust and squeeze of his used body, but he was flooded with exhilaration, drinking down as much cum as he could, letting their pleasure flow through him.

They pulled out, nearly dropping him to his knees as they chuckled on the high of their climaxes. Spike, too, couldn't help but smile.

"I think we've seen enough," Thunderlane said. "Rise, Spike. Welcome to Twilight's guard."

"Oh, thank you!" Spike said. He tried to stand, but his legs wobbled.

Pipsqueak got a laugh out of him. Wrapping an arm around the dragon's shoulder, he said, "Let's get you cleaned up. We'll make the announcement tomorrow."

"Along with a celebration, probably," Rumble added.

"A celebration?" Spike asked knowingly.

Thunderlane narrowed his eyes at Spike. "Just remember to follow orders, Knight."

Spike felt a surge tingle down his spine at the thought. "Yes, sir!"