Patronage

by Megapone

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Slice of Life
Length: 4121

A student of Princess Cadance and Prince Shining Armor discovers the sexy plans that his mysterious patron has for him.

A student of Princess Cadance and Prince Shining Armor discovers the sexy plans that his mysterious patron has for him.

A monthly Patreon snippet for my wonderful patron, Icicle Frost. Coverart by b-epon, found at Derpibooru ID #969684.

Ch. 1: Large endowments, bisexual stallions, and light cum inflation.
Ch. 2: Large endowment, femdom, bondage, and submission

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-12-28 04:28:09 UTC

Chapter One

Icicle's eyes were closed.

With one hoof wrapped around his erection, his breaths were coming slow, steady, and full. Glistening, slick lube slid beneath the contours of his hoof, gliding against his fur, his rod twitching and throbbing in his grip.

In his mind's eye, he could see...them. A stallion? A mare? It didn't really matter. It was more of a...presence, he decided. Exhaling, he felt a little shiver go through his shoulders, his cock twitching again in his grasp. He let that presence wrap around him, close him in. He could feel a hoof sliding across the inside of his thigh, a body pressing against his back, a pony's breath hot on his fat, full balls—

A knock on the door made him startle. Icicle literally jumped from his chair—and his flailing hoof knocked over the tube of lubricant he'd kept right on the edge of his desk. Only a whip of magic caught it before the whole thing was upended over the floor.

"Wh-who is it?" he called.

"Cadance!" came the reply, voice smooth and musical. "Mind if I come in?"

A quick switch of magic sent the bottle tumbling under his desk. Another flash of magic jerked the chair forward, just far enough—he hoped—to hide it. Once he'd checked around for any other incriminating evidence, Icicle stammered out—"Yeah—sure thing!"

The doorknob clicked—and the door swung open. With all the grace of a swan, Princess Cadance, ruler of the Crystal Empire, swept into his quarters. Icicle blushed, eyes downcast, as her hooves padded softly on his carpet.

"I just thought I'd check in," the Princess said. "Are you enjoying your quarters, Icicle?"

"Oh, yes, Princess." He couldn't nod fast enough. "Very much."

She laughed. It sounded like wind chimes. "Please—call me Cadance. And that's wonderful."

"Great," Icicle said. He watched as she stepped closer, then quickly glanced aside as she moved even nearer. "Was—was there anything you needed from me?"

"Oh," Cadance said. Her scent was intoxicating—sweet, like a flower's, tinged with the smells of honey and lavender. Icicle had to keep himself was staring. "I just wanted to see if there was anything more that we could do."

She passed by him, circling—and her shoulder brushed against his. Icicle stiffened—and so did another part of him, long and hard and dripping onto the carpet below. Too late, he realized that his "little Icicle" was still out—and, given its sudden interruption, more than happy to make its presence known.

"Anything at all," she murmured.

Get soft, get soft, get soft, he urged it—but if anything, he only grew harder, his hefty balls weighing between his legs. Icicle bit his lips, and shuddered with poorly concealed pleasure as wisps of Cadance's mane brushed against his flank.

"No," he said, quickly. "I'm fine." Please leave, his mind was begging. Please stay, his libido cried.

Cadance finished her circle, and nodded in satisfaction. "Okay, then." Then, she smiled at him. "I did come to bring some news, however."

"News?"

"Yes." She quirked an eyebrow at him. "Tell me, Icicle, dear—were you aware of the plan your patron has for you?"

He blinked. "My—patron?" A beat. "The pony that sent me here? I just thought the headmaster—"

"—served at the request of somepony else." Cadance's smile was alluring like nothing else he'd ever seen. Was he imagining the twitch in her tail, the springiness of her step, the laugh in her eyes? Did her eyes just dart down between his legs, where he could still feel the turgid black flare of his shaft hanging above the carpet?

She took a step closer. "This patron wanted our help specifically to, ah, train you."

Now this was familiar territory. Icicle may have been a bit shorter than Cadance—she may have been small for an alicorn, but quite tall for a pony—but he was able to just meet her in the eyes as he flexed his hooves downward, his legs stretching upward. "In magic?"

Cadance's smile was secretive. "And more." She paused. "Tell me, Icicle—have you ever had a lover?"

He gaped at her. "A—a—"

"Or a fling." She shrugged. "I'm the Princess of Love—I'm not particularly picky."

He could feel his throat constricting. He all but choked out: "But—Princess, aren't you married?"

"Oh, I am." Cadance's smile broadened. "But even a married Princess can admire a healthy, virile stallion." Her gaze drifted downward, and he crossed his forelegs, blushing. Okay, there was definitely not doubting what she was looking at.

He swallowed. "You mentioned—training. Training for what?" Was the Princess of Love actually ogling his boner?

She took a step closer, until her muzzle was nearly touching his ear. He stiffened.

"Your patron's pleasures, of course," she murmured. She stepped back, and her eyes brightened. "Aren't you interested?"

Icicle's flushing cheeks darkened. "I—"

A...patron. Powerful, it seemed. Complimentary. And they'd noticed his magical potential.

He couldn't help but feel a warm bubble rising in his chest at the thought.

"Maybe," he conceded. He did try to keep his eyes off of her—willing or no, boner or no, he did not have experience in this arena. "Wh-what would it entail?"

Cadance's smile twitched. "Let's have your trainer answer that."

Trainer?

She gave a sharp whistle. "Honey!"

Icicle stared—and then gaped as General Shining Armor stepped into the room. Big, broad-shouldered, and with a glint in his eyes that sent Icicle's breath speeding up—and he was coming even closer—

"General Armor," he breathed. "What're you—"

Icicle gave a small "mmph!" of surprise when Shining Armor's lips pressed against his, the bigger stallion's muzzle locking against Icicle's own. Within a moment, General Armor's tongue was prodding against his lips—cautiously, Icicle let his muzzle part, felt their tongues curl together. His shoulders flexed, his eyes squeezing shut, a soft moan escaping his throat—

And then there was nothing but air against his lips. Icicle hesitated, a worm of disappointment squirming in his gut, and then opened his eyes.

General Armor was right there, grinning down at him.

There was a line of saliva at the corner of his mouth. With a hurried swipe of his foreleg, the General wiped it away.

Icicle gaped. He tried to speak, but could only manage a half-hearted squeak.

General Armor's smile widened to an easy grin. "Y'like that?" he said. His voice was husky, deep, but playful. It lit a fire under Icicle's tail, and made his heart beat a little bit faster.

Blushing, he nodded. "But—General Armor—"

"Please." Shining leaned forward and nuzzled his cheek. Poor Icicle's blush deepened as Shining Armor nipped at his ear, murmuring, "Call me Shining."

From behind him came Cadance's voice again. "Well," she said, sounding amused—"I'll leave you colts to it." Then came the soft padding of hooves on the carpet—and the door clicked shut.

Shining Armor glanced over his shoulder, then back at Icicle. His broad shoulders flexed, his weight rocking forward. On instinct, Icicle's lips puckered up—

And then Shining was chuckling, but with warmth rumbling in his chest. "So you did like that, huh?"

Icicle's blush was burning. "Very much so," he mumbled.

"Good." There was a weight under his chin. Icicle let Shining pull his gaze upward, then swallowed as he looked up into the General's big blue eyes. Shining's grin twitched into a smirk. "Want to do it again?"

Icicle couldn't nod fast enough. In the blink of an eye, Shining's lips were on his again.

He grunted, squirming in delight as Shining's muscular form pressed more tightly against his. His rump wiggled, his back hoof stepping back. He could feel Shining's chest inflating, pectoral muscles flexing, the bigger stallion winding one hoof around Icicle's neck as he pushed him further and further back.

With an "oomph!", Icicle toppled back onto his bed. Laying on his back, his forelegs curled up, almost protectively over his belly. Shining loomed over him, warm gaze twinkling.

"How're you feeling?" His voice was surprisingly gentle. Then, a sudden force prodded against the weight on Icicle's belly. "Aside from hard, I mean."

Icicle whinnied. The weight of Shining Armor's hoof against his erection felt—amazing. Soft, yet turgid flesh slick with lube and pre-cum squished spongily as Shining Armor smooshed it down, the curve of his big hoof stroking across Icicle's girth. "G-good," he managed.

Shining Armor smiled. "Good," he said, and leaned down to kiss him again.

When he came back up again, Icicle's breath had steadied, though his heart was still hammering in his chest. Shining Armor noticed his hoof twitching, though, and raised an eyebrow.

"Is this okay?" Shining said.

"Oh—yes." Icicle bit his lip and blushed cutely. "I was just wondering—does this mean that my 'patron' is a stallion?"

Shining Armor chuckled. It was funny how, when he laughed, it always sounded like he was laughing with you, rather than at you. "Something like that," he said. "But for now, the only patron you need to worry about is me."

Icicle grunted as Shining slapped both hooves up onto the bed, his heavier weight pressing down against Icicle's chest. He could feel something long, hard, and hot grinding against his belly and boner. A glance showed him another stallionhood—Shining's, pressed up tight between their chests.

"Gotta say," Shining murmured. He nuzzled Icicle's cheek, took a deep sniff of his mane. "I never could help myself with a cute colt." He shifted his weight, pressing their cocks more tightly together. "Especially when he's almost as big as me."

Icicle found himself blushing like a filly in heat. Cooing softly, he buried his muzzle in Shining's mane, losing himself in the other stallion's mass. As Shining's hips twitched and gently pumped, frotting their stiff members together, Icicle inhaled deeply.

Shining's mane was soft. It wrapped around his muzzle like a blanket, its scent clean and fruity with the gentle touch of shampoo. He sighed with pleasure, both forehooves wrapping around the General's flanks as Shining all but mounted his belly, humping Icicle's shaft for all he was worth.

"You're a virgin—right?" Shining grunted.

Icicle moaned softly. "Y-yeah," he whimpered. Damn it, but he was getting so hard! Each slap of Shining's balls against his own only made it worse—and where he'd thought his testicles were big, Shining's were enormous. The next slap made their contents slosh and ripple, grapefruit-sized volumes of seed reverberating from the force of the impact. "Is—is that a problem?" He tried to nip cutely at Shining's ear, but before he could, the bigger stallion drew his weight back.

Shining grinned down at him. A strip of his mane draped over one eye; with a puff of breath, he blew it out of the way. "No way," Shining said. "That's part of why I'm here."

Icicle exhaled, his shoulders shuddering as Shining began to trace small circles across his chest with one hoof. "Is that—what you were supposed to train me for?" His flanks wiggled a bit beneath him, his cock flexing. Celestia, but his heart was beating fast.

There was an edge to Shining's grin, a jab of mirth wrapped in warmth and comfort. "Partly," he said. With a grunt, he leaned forward, just far enough to almost be crushing Icicle beneath his larger mass. Icicle whinnied, nostrils flaring as his cock throbbed mightily beneath the girth of Shining's larger member. "The other half," Shining added, "was that your patron wanted us to train you for a proper dom."

Icicle blinked. Shining's muzzle was close now. Experimentally, he gave it a little lick. As Shining chuckled, a blushing Icicle said, "Dom—as in, a dominant? A dominant/submissive relationship?"

Shining's eyebrows went up. "Are you interested?"

Icicle's cheeks burned as he pictured any number of lewd scenarios. Truth be told, he'd been imagining at least one of them at his desk earlier...but now, they all seemed so much more real. Shining's steady breath against his chest warmed him, excited him, pushed him.

With a trembling smile, he nodded.

Shining grinned. With a grunt, he heaved his weight backward. His erect cock slapped against his chest, leaving a splotch of sticky pre in a tuft of chest fluff. "Then turn over," he commanded. His smile twitched. "And show me that cute flank of yours."

His cock twitching excitedly beneath him, Icicle twisted over onto his belly. His balls, taut and full with seed, weighed heavily on the surface of the quilt.

"Hooves back."

His forelegs reached back—and found themselves twisted with rope. His eyes widened, and he squirmed, wriggling as the thick hemp dug into his ankles.

And then Shining was murmuring into his ear, the bigger stallion's weight pressing down on Icicle's shoulders. "Relax," he said. "Just relax, and go with it."

Icicle relaxed. His shoulder itched, though.

He heard the telltale twinkle of magic behind him—and then something plastic scrape against wood.

"Canterglide," Shining said. He sounded like he approved. Icicle blushed, recognizing the brand of lube he'd hastily hid away earlier. "Good stuff. Nice and slick."

He listened as Shining squeezed out a hefty dollop, listened as Shining spread it generously along his thick erection. For a few moments, Icicle just lay there, listening to Shining's soft breathing as the big stallion ran his lube-slick hoof up and down his cock in long, gentle strokes.

But before Icicle knew it, he could feel the heavy girth of Shining's flare pushing between his rump's cheeks. Icicle squeaked—it was so thick, so weighty, so warm—but as Shining spread his ass wider with both hooves, Icicle couldn't help but whinny in desperate need. He was so hard.

Icicle stiffened when he felt Shining's lips brush against his neck. They were so close now—

"Let me know if I go too hard for you," Shining whispered. "Otherwise—enjoy."

And then he started pushing.

Icicle gasped when he felt Shining enter him. It was a cold, slick intrusion into his deepest place, a sudden girth spreading his flanks wider than any one of the toys hidden beneath his bed. Shining's flare entered fully with a pop—and Icicle moaned, his flanks flexing and wriggling as they tried to coax the big stallion further inside.

With a gentle, but firm strength, Shining pushed forward until he was stuffing Icicle full. A high, whimpering moan slipped from Icicle's lips, but Shining Armor just kept going. As Shining's muscled thighs rubbed against Icicle's legs, the littler stallion found himself panting, groaning, his core clenching with each pump of the shaft inside of him.

Shining was speeding up now. Each thrust came harder—firmer. Icicle's tied-up hooves flexed, wriggled—but they were powerless to escape the bonds that Shining had tied around them. As Shining's fat nuts bounced off his ass again, a blushing Icicle lit his horn, reaching downward toward the throbbing erection that poked out just beneath his chest—

"No touching," Shining ordered. Icicle's magic evaporated with a crackle. When he glanced halfway back, the General was looking sternly down at him. After a moment, Shining's muzzle broke into a smile.

"After all," he said, "I wouldn't be a very good dom if I let my charge cum without my permission."

"F-fair," Icicle mumbled. Then he squeaked—Shining's hooves had wrapped around his hips, hooves squeezing Icicle's member tight.

Shining leaned in close and cooed softly. Icicle whinnied again, his core flexing as Shining rocked his hips forward.

"I'm getting close," Shining purred.

In and out. In and out. Each slap of those mighty balls against his rump left Icicle panting, whimpering for release. He needed to feel how much seed they held—he needed to release the seed stored in his own ripe nuts, the pressure feeling almost too much to contain.

With a final grunt, Shining bottomed out inside of him—and his cock bulged with sudden girth.

"Let's see how much you can stretch," Shining growled—and released his orgasm.

A flood of cum came rushing into Icicle's rear. He gasped—and then moaned, feeling the sudden ocean of spooge sloshing around inside of him. Load after load of spunk splattered against his warm insides, more and more jetting from Shining's spasming cock to widen and thicken the reservoir filling him up.

"Nggh," Icicle groaned—but his dom wasn't done yet. As the next fresh batch of seed came rushing into his belly, stretching it taut with entire quarts of creamy hot spunk, Icicle grunted, his hips pistoning forward. His own cock shot sticky ropes of seed into his quilt, staining the fabric dark even as his belly rounded out beneath him. As what felt like an entire gallon of cum strained and bloated out his gut, he felt the overhang of his belly pressing down against his cocktip, driving his orgasm on and making every twitch and throb feel that much more intense.

When they'd both finally finished, Shining removed the ropes with a flicker of magic. Icicle rolled over onto his back, panting, as the two of them stared at his fat, cum-bloated belly. When he looked up to meet Shining's eyes, though, the big stallion could only grin like a colt.

"Did y'like that?" Shining asked.

Icicle smooshed his cum-belly, playfully molding it between his hooves. Blushing—but not quite shyly—he nodded with a smile.

Chapter Two

"Tell me, Icicle—what does it mean to submit?"

Icicle swallowed. "To...let somepony else do what they want to you?"

Cadance's smile felt less lusty than motherly—as though she were a kindly mentor teaching him the ways of the world, rather than a strapping young mare with her ass wrapped around the width of his cock. "So," she said, eyes twinkling faintly, "would the best submissive resemble a dead fish?"

Icicle blinked—and then groaned softly. Cadance's rear cheeks, so perfectly soft and plump, felt like heaven sliding across his ever-so-stiff stallionhood. As he gathered his thoughts, she gave her hips a little wriggle before suddenly clenching her cheeks around his turgid member. He hiccuped—gasped—thoroughly losing the thoughts he'd just so carefully assembled.

"I—" He gritted his teeth, trying to push through the haze of pleasure centered around his crotch. His hooves twitched uselessly; one of the first things Cadance had done at the start of their session had been to tie both his forelegs against the sides of the bed. He lay powerless beneath her, useless except to grunt and flex as she tormented him with pleasure.

She raised an eyebrow, cool and collected. Icicle hiccuped again, and took a deep breath.

"N-no," he said. The image of the beautiful mare above him humping a cold, dead fish was so silly that he couldn't help but snicker at it. "That'd be—kinda pointless, wouldn't it? You'd only have one pony doing anything."

Cadance hummed thoughtfully. "Indeed. So what is the role of a submissive, then?"

Icicle's brows furrowed—just in time for Cadance to plunge her heart-shaped hips downward, letting his lube-slathered prick pierce between her plump, wobbling cheeks with all the grace of a waterfall. "Ngh," he grunted, eyes squeezing shut. "Th-that's not helping me think."

"What is?" Cadance said. Both eyebrows went up, a look of innocent offense in her gaze. As she spoke, she smooshed her rump against his thighs, one cheek at a time. Icicle groaned as he felt his pre-dripping flare swish across the curve of her back. "I'm just helping entertain my pupil while he learns."

"Fat lot of good it's—unf—helping." Icicle drew a ragged breath, feeling his member stir against Cadance's hot, slick fur. The princess only smiled atop him.

"Oh, I don't know," she purred. Her hoof walked forward across his belly—then pressed down on his chest, her ankle pressing into a tuft of his bright-blue fur. Icicle swallowed as Cadance leaned forward, her shapely figure looming to fill his entire vision. "I'd say that a nice fat cock will help any sub looking to please his dom. The question is..."

"How?" he croaked. Satisfied, Cadance nodded, and eased the pressure from her hoof.

Icicle licked his lips. Admittedly, it was still somewhat difficult to think with a gorgeous princess' well-padded hips still grinding against his engorged prick. He could feel his balls, dense and heavy, pressing against the insides of his thighs, their contents sloshing with each sway of his weighty cock. He exhaled, tried to ignore the way his whole core seemed to...focus around Cadance's ass—and spoke.

"I—well, if it's not doing nothing," he began, voice unsteady, "then it has to be doing something." Cadance gave him a look, and he shot her a glare. "Hey, I'm not Twilight Sparkle, okay?"

She smirked, but didn't reply. Instead, she moved to begin lightly massaging his belly, even as her hips jerked up and down his shaft with ever-more forceful motions. Icicle stifled the urge to choke in pleasure as her well-rounded flanks glided across his turgid length, pillow-soft flesh squishing against throbbing veins and his broad-flared head. No; he had to keep his thoughts clear. This was part of the lesson, too.

"Su—submitting," he said, "is about g-giving up control."

Cadance's hooves flexed around his abdomen. He shivered as he felt her pussy, well-lubricated and puffy with obvious arousal, sliding across the bottom of his belly. "How?"

Icicle's legs flexed around his nuts, and he felt his cock arch straight up to press against Cadance's hide. He wasn't quite large enough to reach her shoulders—though he'd seen Shining's size, and was envious and awed by the General's incredible endowment—but she made him feel pleasured just as easily.

"It—" He wheezed as a splurt of his precum splattered against Cadance's shoulders. He couldn't see it, but a moment later, he could feel it: a warm, runny wetness gliding slickly around the curvature of his shaft. His balls were tighter than before, each thrust of her cheeks hot-dogging around his prick leaving the pressure worse than before. "I-it means wanting to please them, n-no matter what. K-knowing that they know how to make you feel good, and that m-making them feel good m-makes you feel good."

Cadance's smile curved wider, until she resembled little more than a lioness eyeing her prey. "Interesting," she said.

And she rolled her weight off of him.

Icicle lay there, hooves shackled to the headboard, chest heaving, tongue panting, as he watched his cock pulse and throb and flex in the naked air. The thin sheen of lubricant turned cool, the warmth of Cadance's ass vanishing in a heartbeat. And then his core clenched—

Cadance's smile made him squirm. She leaned in close to his cock, lips less than an inch away. His gaze strayed to her heart-shaped rear pressed against the bedspread—then tore back to her face when she spoke again.

"I've brought you fully to the edge," she murmured. "You know the safeword."

He squirmed in his bonds. The feeling of her hot, moist breath against the skin of his member drove him crazy. It was maddening. His balls felt so full—his rod felt so hard—

Those full lips pursed, smiled. "Just one little word," Cadance purred. "Just say it, and I'll let you cum. Isn't that what you want?"

Icicle's voice was ragged, but he was proud that he didn't let it shake. "N-no, princess."

One elegant eyebrow arched. "Oh? Why not?"

"B-because." He swallowed—then bit down a groan of frustration. She had her muzzle nearly between his balls now, swollen nuts tormented by her hot exhalation, his sloshing, taut sack ready to pump its contents at a moment's notice. "B-because a dom always knows what's best for her s-sub."

Cadance's smile widened.

"Then cum."

And she drove her muzzle down over his throbbing shaft, lips parted, nostrils flared, all the way to the base.

Icicle choked—and then cried out. His hips jerked, muscles flexing, as his cock unleashed its semen stores straight down the princess' throat. His shaft pumped, shuddered, and shook, each thrash of his body splattering Cadance's throat with a fresh load of spunk. His balls sloshed, churned, entire pints of his cum spraying down her throat and into her belly like a firehose.

And she never broke eye contact. She merely stared him down, unblinking, as she deepthroated his climaxing cock, the muscles of her esophagus swallowing, vibrating, and humming around each fresh jet of jizz his tortured balls offered up.

Finally, the tide subsided. Icicle's body, flexed and strained, finally flopped back, his arched back hitting the mattress with a thwump. Cadance slowly, but meaningfully drew her muzzle back. Cum oozed down the sides of his member, a thick, creamy spooge that pooled in his sack—but she didn't spill so much as a drop from her mouth. She only licked her muzzle once, tidying up a final rope of his seed, and then swallowed.

He lay there, panting, drained, as she drew herself up above him.

"Very good," Cadance said, smiling. "I'd say you've passed."