Of Stallions and Mares

Rumble turned the ring over in his hand as he stood outside of Sugarcube Corner. He’d chosen the place for a few reasons. Pinkie was hot, free pastries… A sigh escaped him as he clenched his fist.

He estimated that the last five years of his life had been consumed by his brother at this point. Not all bad, admittedly, though now he did look at those initial years when he admired his brother as a time of self disgust. When he thought his brother’s sleepy dates were all too happy to be there, or that his excuse for them rushing out the next morning being that they were busy.

All lies. All filthy lies. And now, he had the power to make him pay for those lies. Sure, Rumble could just go and confront him now, force him to live up to those lies, confess to a judge, and get locked away, but that was simple and quick. He wanted more than that, for both the mares, and his brother.

He glanced around the corner, looking through the window to see Pinkie Pie in the shop, cleaning. Anypony knew that, now that Pinkie owned the place, that it was practically open twenty-four seven, so long as she was actually at the bakery. Just like the dozens of times he’d seen her nursing a hangover at his place, she looked amazing, in a long, white apron, a blue t-shirt underneath, and matching jean shorts on her ripe ass.

The one mare his brother, to Rumble’s knowledge, had turned into his ‘fuckbuddy’. After any Pinkie party, if he had struck out with every other mare, he had her. Rumble’s fingers wrapped around the ring he held as he thought to himself about how that would end today.

”That’s not very noble of you, my liege. Won’t that just make your brother seek out others more fervently”

Rumble’s eyes turned down to his closed fist, before bringing it up and, in a heated whisper, saying, “You. I was wondering when you might talk, as I have a few things to discuss with you.”

For a moment, the ring seemed to become silent, as if forced away from Rumble by the anger. That was far from the truth though, as it sent a ripple along this lord, feeling his intensity within him. It was a passion for good, and bad, that ran deep within his veins, whether he knew it or not, and he had a vision for this world. A vision he would achieve.

Unlike the subservient voice of before, that of a lowly butler, the voice of the ring came out strong, wise, and deep. ”Yes, my king, you do, and I am still here to help you seek what it is that you desire, as I always shall be.”

Rumble blinked for a moment at the new voice, before brushing it away. He didn’t have long before the others got here, and he wanted to get his questions out of the way first. “That’s good to hear. Now, my first topic is that of protection. The three of us cannot keep-”

”Please, my lord, there is no reason to keep up pretenses with me. Speak from your heart, and I will be able to serve you better.”

For another moment, Rumble paused as he opened his hand and looked at the ring. It was just an artifact, so why was he keeping up with his excuses? Maybe because they made him feel better for using his friends to help him?

A golden shine came to the edge of Rumble’s eyes as he thought, Why should a lord make excuses for using his vassals?

Rumble slipped the ring onto his finger, nodding to himself as he decided to indeed speak the truth. “I want them to be subservient to me and my fellow lords permanently so my brother may never touch them. So we can isolate him until I decide what I want to do with him. Can you do that?”

”It is done, my lord. Fill any of them with yours, or the others seed, and the mare will be under all three of yours control.”

“Good.” Rumble smiled, happy that the ring was so efficient, as it gave him less time to ponder over the butterflies that continued to grow in his stomach. “Now, you have power, I’ve seen that already, but what sort off limits do you have? What can I not do?”

”My lord, you do not understand why I am the Ring of Kings. You see, I may as well be your crown. The thing that allows anypony to rule all. Not some, not most, all. So long as you have the confidence and air of a king, you can make even time and space your servants, if that would so please you.”

Rumble stopped, his mouth open at the comments, before he glanced to across the street, the gears in his mind turning. There he could see Applejack, tall and strong, working on her sales. She was in her normal sort of outfit, a white shirt that firmly outlined her large rack and well toned muscles, along with long jeans.

He hesitated for only a moment, before Rumble’s resolve hardened back to the wrecking ball it had become, and his eyes narrowed. Before his eyes, just as he commanded, Applejack’s shirt vanished from existence, leaving the farm mare only in a similarly colored bra. And, more importantly with his mental command, she acted like nothing had happened.

“Wow! Did you do that, Rumble? Because if so, I can already think of a half dozen uses for that trick.”

Rumble almost leapt out of his skin at the sudden voice, before spinning around to look at Featherweight. He then felt his cheeks burn bright red as he realized how absorbed he let himself get. He’d even forgotten that he had friends for a moment there. “Umm, yeah. I was talking to the ring, and wanted to try out what exactly it meant by ‘sky’s the limit’ with its powers.”

Button’s voice beat Feather’s, as he groaned, “Are you sure? I felt pretty weak, even with it.”

Rumble shook his head. “You felt that because out of the three of us, you can’t handle anything. It’s all about confidence. About acting like a king when invoking its power.”

Feather hummed at the statement, rubbing his chin as he thought about that. “Well, it explains why I felt a lot more in control when I was taking pictures. I don’t really care about much else than the actions I’m performing when I’m like that, so it’s hard to be anything but confident.”

Button nodded as he stepped into the alley, leaning against the wall as he scratched his head. “Well, I’ve gotten to do a bit, so I’ll consider that preliminary training for the next time I’m with a mare.”

A small smirk crossed the three’s lips as they thought about nights of grinding, and even Button couldn’t help but think about what a night of grinding with mares might be like. However, it was cut off by Rumble remembering something else. The gray pegasus knocked against the stone he was against to get there attention before he said, “Also, the ring promises, like what it did with you Feather, that so long as we cum inside of them, they’ll stay under our control from now on. So, that’s top priority when you’re going for a mare, got it?”

The other two nodded, blushing a bit as both of them couldn’t help but start thinking of their own harems. It was kind of silly to Rumble, even if he couldn’t completely join. His harem was simply too large for him to imagine so easily.

Besides, it was his turn to try the ring out fully, and his mind was only there. What his plan of action was, his wording, and reminding himself that Pinkie might not just call him master, even while under his control.

With a final breath, he turned the corner, and walked into the shop. No more hesitation, no more waiting. Rumbled narrowed his eyes at Pinkie Pie, the ring glowing a touch in response. Confirmation wasn’t needed for him now. His control was absolute, and his mental commands would allow him to save on words.

Pinkie simply blinked, a touch of gold coming to her eyes as she smiled at the three stallions. “You know, I am supposed to be closed. Though… if you colts want, I can see about making a specialty order for you.”

A smile passed Rumble’s lips as his normally green eyes changed to complete gold, and the shutters on the windows flipped shut, cutting out all possibility of them being seen. “I would love a special order, Pinkie. How about we start with a main course of your tits, with a side platter of realizing my brother is a fucking monster.”

A giggled escaped the pink mare as her apron fell to the floor. “Well, duh. I couldn’t like someone that my lord didn’t after all. Though,” she said as she pulled up her shirt, “will this due for your main course?”

For a moment, the golden glow vanished from Rumble’s eyes as he stepped back. Like his friends, the moment of doubt felt like a nail being driven into his gut. Even worse, the ring responded, trying to take back over, which felt like a fist being driven into his stomach.

I’m just making her show herself. What I said is something my brother would say for Celestia’s sake!

It’s for your goals, your dreams, your harem. Backing down isn’t a choice anymore, especially when you have two lieges who are expecting you to lead them.

I’m not a leader though. I’m just another stallion, and a kind of nerdy one at that.

I thought those were the words of your brother. Or, were those the words of the whores he would bring through? Diamond Tiara? Everypony? All three of you are pathetic, weak, which is why you took this in the first place. Or, were you lying this whole time?

Rumble took a deep breath as he felt a hand on his shoulder, before another came to his other. Looking to the two owners, he saw his friends. The two colts he had convinced… The two colts who had agreed with him. Who had their own reasons for wanting the ring, for wanting a chance to be more.

It would be rather cruel of him for him to force them to have a taste, to swallow their fears, only for him to back out and say no. a lord could not do so with such close supporters.

Rumble looked back up, the ring’s magic easing up as his irises went back to a mix of the two colors. Pinkie was frowning, looking concerned as he straightened himself up. Not that it got her shirt to go back down by itself, so her plump, squishy bosom was still on full display. They went well with the small bit of pudge on her, if he was honest.

He stood up completely, waving a hand to Button and Feather to let them know that he was fine. Rumble had just needed a moment, and the smile on Pinkie told him that everything was fine. She was happy, as all the mares would be with him. He would make sure of that, just as he has always planned.

A step forward brought a giggle out of Pinkie, especially as Rumble puffed out his chest. The party mare patted his chest, batting her eyes seductively as she whispered, “Well, I haven’t gotten the review I asked for yet.”

Rumble smiled, even as a small bit of annoyance ran through him from her ruffling his hair. This was Pinkie though, and jokes like the one he used when he first came in were natural with her. In fact, anything else would just be… wrong, or at least he supposed.

What were also still natural, were Pinkie’s breasts. They were massive, in part because of her fluff, and definitely were deserving of praise. Of course, over the past few days, he’d seen better. With a quick thought, he smiled, watching the large chest grow larger. Inch by inch she broke whatever cup size she’d been before. And, as an added touch, he let her sag be no more, instead the magic bringing them up to the forefront with hidden, golden support. He couldn’t have a good friend be in pain because of what he wanted after all.

Pinkie raised an eyebrow, finally bringing his attention away from her chest. Realizing that he still hadn’t responded, Rumble took in a sharp breath before muttering, “Well, usually I need to taste what I review first, though I bet I’ll be able to say the dish is one of your breast.”

A snicker came from behind him as Button groaned. “Really man? I mean, I know you like your puns, but-”

Rumble blushed brightly as he looked back and shouted, “Shut up,” like he had a hundred times when he tried to act macho or suave and someone called him out on it. The yell came with a slight voice crack though. Not because of age, but because a set of rather experienced fingers pressed against the slight bulge in his crotch.

Pinkie was smiling, almost like a serpent, when he looked back. For a moment, Rumble wondered who was in charge, before the stabbing pain in his skull reminded him who had to be in charge. Not that the mare before him noticed, as she was too busy whispering, “Come on, Rumble, you have me all to yourself. My whole being wants you to be happy, so please, please give me my next order.”

Rumble smiled at the mare, before closing his eyes and extending a hand. Now that he was calm again, the testing could begin again. With a small flash of light, a can of whipped cream appeared in his hand, and he smiled at the cold metal. “Well, why don’t you show me just how good those hands are while I enjoy my meal?”

A giddy giggle escaped Pinkie before she threw away her shirt. Her breasts than popped up with her back, now unmoving as it stayed straight. Rumble began to open his mouth to ask, before feeling his zipper fall, and her other hand slip beneath her trousers. The naughty mare merely smiled at his stiffening, before whispering, “I don’t want your treat to move too much, and I know my way around this enough not to need to even look.”

Rumble chuckled a little at it, admonishing himself for forgetting that Pinkie was known for being risky, even if not with his brother. He laid the nozzle of the whipped cream against the side of one of Pinkie’s taut nipples, and smirked as she shivered from the touch. He began to apply the topping around the perky teat, watching his work as he joked, “Bet it’s the largest you’ve touched.”

Pinkie licked her lips, definitely approving of what she felt in his pants, but it wasn’t a question or request so… “Well, I’ll say it’s not the smallest. I just wish it was as big as your brothers.”

Those were the wrong words.

Pinkie suddenly felt the tingling of magic near her hands, before the long, firm cock she held… grew. Not by a small bit either, as what she could lay over her hand started to extend itself to halfway up her arm, and at least as thick. She couldn’t help but turn her head down, which was only another mistake, as her skull crashed against Rumble’s.

Rumble let out a sharp yell of pain as his hand came up. Looking down at his handiwork, his eyes popped open, before another sharpness came to his head, and he switched the doubt to a joke. “Well, I may have overdone it , didn’t I?”

“No!” Pinkie rocked forward on the counter she was sitting on, before blushing and recomposing herself. She then had a marvelous idea, and stretched her legs open. The three stallion’s slightly paled to see her completely drenched thighs, something they really needed to get over, before Button blushed, Feather brought his camera up, and Rumble smiled.

No order was needed, which to him was a true form of submission. Instead, his cock was out, and Pinkie took it upon herself to slowly peel the soaked panties she wore away from her nethers. Two of her fingers stayed once the underwear was on her thighs, where it ‘mysteriously’ vanished, her back arching as she let out a long moan.

Rumble stepped forward, but stopped as he saw where her other hand was. It cradled one of her large, heavy breasts, raising it upwards. The pegasus licked his lips as he saw which breast it was, and stared at the white cream that drew closer to Pinkie’s maw.

Her lips clasped around her own teat, another moan escaping her as her fingers dug in further into her. The naughty mare’s tongue swirled around her areola, picking up the cream her master had left there, thoughts of when Master’s real cream was on her swirling around in her mind. When she finally let it go with a gasp, she fell back, her whole body naked now as she spread herself open completely. “I’m ready for you, my lord.”

For a moment, Rumbled moved to go forward again. She was completely ready for him, with her arousal dripping off of the counter at this point, before he got a better idea. A reward, for those who were still here for him. He stepped back, before sitting on a table, his cock twitching in the air. “Say, Feather, ever get a chance to fuck Cheerilee’s pussy?”

Feather blinked at the odd request, especially since he was still mostly in photography mode. “Umm, yeah. We didn’t want to get caught or something.”

Rumble nodded, knowing as much, before turning to Pinkie. “Well then, Pinkie, I haven’t had anal yet, so why don’t you come over her and sit on my scepter? And, if you ask nice enough, another one of your lords might just give your naughty pussy what it wants so badly.”

Pinkie’s eyes widened as she realized what was going to happen to her, before mewled from the desire that ran through her body. She could have been happy about just thinking about what was to come, her body wanting to lay back for a moment, before a ‘gentle’ prod in her mind reminded her that her master was waiting for her.

She stood on two, trembling hooves, slowly making her way over. Pinkie couldn’t remove her hand from between her thighs at this point, not until she had something else to try to keep back the ocean of need that was filling her. She glanced to the side, at Featherweight, who did have his cock out, and bit her lip.

Before she got to Rumble, she stopped, methodically turning to the other stallion so as not to fall. She then bowed, which almost sent her face first into the floor, and squeaked out, “Please, my lord, join me and my king by fucking me in the pussy as hard as you can… please.”

Featherweight blinked, before whispering, “Sure?”

Rumble smirked at that, shaking his head as he thought about how his friend needed to get better when it came to the actual sex part of this stuff. Turning back to Pinkie, he licked his lips and patted his thighs. “Now, assume your place.”

Pinkie nodded eagerly, shuffling ever closer to him. She then spun on one heel, which was the final straw for her balance. Her arms flailed outwards to try to catch herself, but it was too late.

Rumble’s, and Pinkie’s, eyes shot open as she fell onto his cock. The momentum and gravity split her cheeks open, spreading them fast. It was a lot more than she had ever taken back there. Not that she could mind at this point. The more Rumble had to re-assert his dominance, the more she had been made to need him, and at this point, just his cock entering her led to the first wave of her ocean of lust to crash down. Like the ocean though, the first wave was never the last.

She screamed out in pleasure as she writhed on his cock. Her eyes then fell on Feather again, and narrowed. She needed more. “My lord,” she said as her legs spread themselves again, “fuck me!”

Feather swallowed hard, before looking over to Rumble. His friend was in no capacity to help him though, his face contorted in a mix of surprise, slight pain from just how tight she was, and ecstasy from the fat ass that he had now. Nothing about it said that the hungry mare was dangerous though, and that soft, squishy body against his…

Featherweight stepped forward, his cock trembling just out reach of her pink folds. Pinkie was done waiting though, with her legs wrapping around the other stallion and pulling him. His weight slammed into her, driving his cock all the way into her as she reached a level of ecstasy she had never gotten. Her lungs tried to scream, but the force drove the air out of them as her eyes rolled back.

Rumble, on the other hand, now realized that he was not in charge anymore. Pinkie beat them in appetite, experience, and skill, and she finally had what she wanted. The fact that Featherweight’s thrusts brought her down further on him was only proof of that. He bit into his lip, sweating at this point as her ass spread itself further and further for him, sliding down along him.

Feather was doing the same as his hips worked on their own. His hands were on her tits, squishing them tight, but more for a handhold than anything else. Her pussy was nothing like he had expected, as she was known as a loose girl. Apparently, her pussy didn’t get the memo though, as it squeezed down on him tight, trying to milk him for all he was worth.

Pinkie moaned out again as she began to more noticeably move. Her hips bucked against Featherweight, before the lanky stallion slammed her back, driving her against the giant cock of her king. It was unlike anything she’d had before, as she’d always tried to not go too far by sticking to one stallion at a time.

She was never going back to that, to say the least.

Her ass bounced against Rumble again as she let out another scream. She could feel the two of them trembling, trying to avoid ending this, but she didn’t mind. She liked this new side of her that they had awoken in her, and was all too ready to serve her lords. As such, there would be plenty of time for Pinkie to get more of their attention.

And almost as if on cue, the two let out one more groan at the same time. Of course, Pinkie tensing every muscle in her body might have had something to do with it. The three of them let out a scream together, the stallion’s cum pouring into the party pussy, giving Pinkie what she now thought about changing her name to.

Once both were done, they collapsed back, their eyes crossed as they tried to recover from the ride they’d been on. Rumble slowly lifted his head, watching as Button was backed into a corner by the mare, and the shyest of them couldn’t escape.

Feather tapped him on the shoulder, afraid to get up at this point, and whispered, “So.. what now?”

Rumble glanced back, frowning at the question. He knew he should understand it, but he was still coming down from the largest high he’d ever been on, along with the greatest power trip a stallion had ever experienced. “What?”

Feather scratched his head. “Well, we’ve all used the ring once, and we worked out the kinks, so… now what?”

Rumble glanced back to Button. He was moaning as Pinkie nuzzled against his cock. Her large, bouncing breasts were firm against his thighs now, sandwiching the gamer’s cock inbetween them.

No mare had ever been like that with them before. Nopony had ever been like this with them before! He could order anything of her, and she would do it. Soon, any mare would. It was almost frightening the power they had.

Can you really complain though? Look how happy she is? No more hiding her slutty nature, but no more stallions to take advantage of her. You three are kings for a reason, so what should kings do? What can kings do?

Rumble smiled at the voice, his eyes turning completely golden for a moment as he sat up. A surge of renewed energy was in him, and he could feel the excitement that burrowed its way into his brain. He was a king, and his two best friends the best lords he could have ever asked to work with. With the three of them controlling all of this, nothing could stop them.

Rumble turned to look at Featherweight and grinned. The other stallion didn’t return his enthusiasm, only able to return a small smile, before laying his head back down. “Why, whatever we want to. What other plan do we need?”

Feather mulled it over for a few moments, before smiling to himself. He could hear Button’s agreement to the idea, what with their friend trying out some dirty talk with Pinkie, and for him… He saw it all. Everypony in Equestria posing for him. All of them in any way imaginable. He didn’t even care about the sex as much as he could the pictures that were in his mind.

And, with Rumble’s plan, he didn’t even have to miss out on one or the other. He turned back to their leader, smiled, and said, “Sounds amazing.”

“Ready for round two, my lords?”

Both stallions shut up at that, not quite ready for that level of… excitement again. They were content with resting, their thoughts in the future for what they would one day do.