Incestuous Pony Antics (w/ self insert OC)

Shining Armor blushed, his cheeks warming with a slight pink tint underneath the slowly cooling face mask of cum that soaked his white fur. Part of him wanted to pretend that this hadn’t happened, to try to go back to the way he felt before tonight. He was captain of the royal guard, after all, and expecting a baby in just a couple of weeks. He had all the typical boxes checked when it came to masculinity and dominant strength. And here he was, trying to come to grips with the feeling deep in his gut that said yes to all these new emotions of quiet servitude, yes Sir I want you to be happy before I worry about my own needs.

No, he corrected himself. A little more saliva welled up underneath his tongue. I needyou to be happy. Fuck my own needs. Fuck me.

Twilight sensed the conflict brewing in her brother’s heart, and she winked knowingly at Pinewood. “Hey Shiny, want to take a shower with us? I can show you the best part about spending time with our Master.” As she said these words so soothingly, she touched Shining’s cheek with her hoof, wiping a little cum off her brother's lips, and reinforcing the positive thoughts with her own gentle caress.

Pinewood opened the door to the bathroom and held it open with one hoof while he looked at Shining Armor with a kind, reassuring smile. “Come on, boy. Let’s take a little break together.” The green stallion, though glowing with satisfaction, still had a heavy cock that bounced back and forth underneath his belly.

After giving her brother a slow and loving kiss on his cum-stained lips, the princess stood up. Her own magical horsecock was spent, but she clearly retained the concentration and strength to keep it half-hard as she trotted toward the shower. As she passed Pine, she slowed and swung her rump back and forth with her tail held high for his enjoyment. “Just follow my lead, Shiny. Master would love to see you give in and enjoy yourself, OK?”

It took a little more effort for the white stallion to stand. His body was swollen with cum, and as he rose to his hooves there was a rumbling slosh of viscous fluid inside his belly. He looked at the floor, full of shame that he’d been so wanton and receptive. And yet it gave him a strange sense of pride, that he’d been able to take as much as he had before finally expelling the overflow of seed. There was no discomfort now, though his stomach protruded with the gallons of testosterone-laced cream… perhaps that was part of the magic of Pinewood’s dominance. Shining Armor’s entire body was tingling with pleasure, and it felt perfectly natural for him to imitate Twilight’s slutty walk into the bathroom. He even lifted his tail as he passed Pine, presenting his cum-splattered rump to the dominant stallion as if to thank Pine for teaching him the true purpose of that sore round muscle between his firm white ass cheeks.

“Like--” stammered the unicorn, looking back over his shoulder, “like this?”

“That’s perfect,” replied Pinewood, and he gave Shining Armor a healthy smack on the cutie mark with his hoof. “I’m sure you’re used to being the one calling the shots at home, but when you’re with me, I demand nothing short of full submission. I can see that won’t be a problem, but we’ll be ramping up your training pretty quickly. I trust you’ll be a quick study just like Twilight was when she offered herself to me.”

Shining Armor gulped and nodded quickly. “Yes, Sir.” It wasn’t that he was afraid of pain, exactly… the unicorn was perhaps more afraid of how far he was actually willing to go. This side of him was still so new and unexplored, and so far it had turned out to be so fulfilling, so fun to let Pinewood direct his body and use him like a toy. What would his wife say, to see him being so meek like this?

Twilight had already stepped into the luxurious shower ahead of him. There was plenty of room for all three ponies to stand and turn around each other comfortably, and though the water wasn’t running yet, there were multiple shower heads embedded in the ceiling so it would be easy to clean up.

Shining’s horn lit up as he used his magic to turn a nozzle, but he had scarcely opened it halfway when Twilight touched his horn with her hoof, shaking her head. “No-no, big brother. When you belong to Master Pinewood, he owns your magic as well. You’re not to use it unless given explicit orders.”

“She’s right,” Pinewood agreed, turning the water back off with his hoof as he stepped into the shower behind them. With a gentle push, he nudged Shining Armor into the corner of the tiled shower. “On your knees, boy.”

“Why?” asked the unicorn, though he did slowly kneel until he was laying on his belly and ankles.

“I like your curiosity, but it’s getting in the way of proper training. Twilight, go grab me a spare collar and leash.”

“Yes, Sir.” She trotted out and returned shortly with a simple leather collar that was attached to a short black leash. “Shall I put it on him, Master?”

“Go ahead, darling. I think you’re doing a great job of teaching him. This doesn’t elevate your status, though. It just means he’s still a few levels below ‘slave’ in my mind, at least until he proves himself.”

Shining Armor’s heart beat faster when he felt his sister fasten the collar around his neck. She wasn’t apologetic, just quick and methodical. “Now stand up, slut,” she commanded him.

“I thought he said--” Shining was confused, but the quick jerk upwards on his brand-new collar didn’t leave any room for doubt.

“I said up, slut!” Twilight grinned, clearly enjoying herself.

Coughing and shaking his head, Shining Armor rose to his feet. “Oh, I get it. Practice?”

“I didn’t ask you to speak. You are to address me as Mistress, got it?” Now there was a fire in Twilight’s eyes, and her thick cock throbbed hard underneath her.

“Yes Mistress!” The unicorn gulped at this unexpected streak of dominance from his sister. Sure, to everypony in town she was the Princess of Friendship, but to him she’d always been just a little tag-along. The role-reversal was spicy and enjoyable, like a rush of excitement over the crest of a roller coaster. Or maybe that was the belly full of cum. He could hardly tell the difference at this point, to be fair. His body was buzzing more intensely than a feline in a field of catnip.

Shining Armor stood patiently while Twilight circled him slowly, her eyes tracing their way up and down his desecrated fur with delight. If she was trying to make him feel humiliation, it was working. He felt more and more naked with every passing moment, and his eyes darted down to see her magical cock back at its full hardness, one pulsing vein standing out among the rest as she flexed her pelvic muscles.

“Do you like peeking at cock, boy?” she asked him with a grin, jerking the leash slightly.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied almost instantly. He watched as her abdomen rippled with a little exertion, and suddenly a glistening pearl of precum appeared at the tip of her purple member, growing in size gradually until the surface tension lost out to gravity. The mouthwatering drop fell, ever so slowly, until it dangled halfway to the floor of the shower.

“Then say it. Confession’s good for the heart.” This time it was Pinewood speaking, just inches from Shining Armor’s ear. The white pony almost jumped. He’d been so focused on watching his sister that he hadn’t noticed how close Pine was standing.

“Yes Sir. I like peeking at cock.” They were right, Shining thought; it did feel good to say it out loud like this. He tested the logical next step. “I like touching cocks, Master.” And he knew it was true.

“Then you may ask your sister for permission to touch her cock.” Pinewood was practically licking Shining Armor’s ear, he was so close. The green stallion inhaled deeply, sensing the way the collared unicorn trembled and hesitated before him. It wasn’t quite fear, no, it was more like respect, as if Shining wanted so desperately to please Pinewood that it paralyzed him. Pinewood’s lips just barely grazed the soft inner skin of Shining’s ear with a hint of a kiss. “Go on, slut. Beg.”

Shining let out a slow exhale, closing his eyes for just a moment while he savored the touch of his Master’s lips on the sensitive membrane of his ear. Yes, it felt so good to give in like this. Slavery was some kind of odd freedom. He didn’t have to make any decisions for himself. Just say yes. Ask for more. Yes. He opened his eyes and spoke.

“Please, Mistress, may I touch your cock?” She was no longer his little sister Twily. She was the cock-wielding highest-level Alicorn who would train him to give pleasure. He wanted to show just how capable he could be, and bring great pleasure to their Master Pinewood.

“No,” came her quick reply. “First you must prove you understand just how far below me you are, slave.”

Shining Armor’s mind began to race through his options. He wasn’t allowed to speak without being asked first, but he hadn’t been given any instruction on his next task. Just that he needed to lower himself. Tentatively he lowered his head, bending one of his front legs carefully in a kind of curtsy.

“May I… May I kneel before you, Princess? Please?”

Her smile showed that he was on the right track. “Yes, boy. All the way down on the floor now.”

Keeping his head bowed, he folded one leg at a time underneath his body. It was easier said than done, with the swollen bulge of his belly in the way. Finally he was resting on the hard floor, his muzzle against the tile a few inches from Twilight’s hooves. He realized the tiles were relatively warm compared to the cool congealed globs of cum that remained on his face. But instead of shame, this sticky white reminder of his submission only brought about a strange pride inside him. He was coming to terms with the fact that he actually felt happier and more fulfilled like this, looking up at two hanging horsecocks, than he ever had in the rest of his life so far. It was absolutely electrifying.

“Belly up,” was Twilight’s next command.

“Yes Mistress.” Shining immediately complied, though it was slightly uncomfortable to feel his backbone rubbing on the floor of the shower. His distended stomach rumbled and shook as he presented it to both standing ponies. He blushed when he realized that now they were looking at the darker skin of his crotch and smiling at how his cock was still half-hidden in its sheath, as submissive as the rest of his body in the presence of such dominant instruction.

“Look at your own soft prick,” ordered the Princess. “Why isn’t it hard? Aren’t you enjoying this?”

He obeyed, looking around the bulge of his belly to peek at his own pitiful crotch. Both of his balls together were still smaller than one of Twilight’s heavy-hanging eggs. And Pinewood’s astounding cum-producers were several sizes larger yet. “I am enjoying my training, Mistress, very much. But I guess it’s easier to stay focused on your bodies rather than my own pleasure.”

“Good answer,” said Pinewood. “Your pleasure is always lower in priority than your Master’s. As a slave, your dick should be soft unless I command you to get hard. It’s probably not easy for you to do so without a little bit of stimulation, so during your training you may use your hoof if necessary. But your goal should be ultimate control of all of your reflexes, so that your heart rate, breathing, arousal, and yes even orgasm are all at the immediate command of your Master’s desire. Do you understand me, slave? I own you, body and mind and soul.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for this opportunity to serve you, Master.” Shining Armor truly meant it, and all doubt left his mind. He really wanted to reach that state that Pinewood was talking about, to be nothing more than an object for pleasure, a well-trained and proficient sex slave whose every moment was dictated by the whim of the greedy lecherous pinnacle of masculinity that was Pinewood.

“Good. Now I’ve already marked you with my cum, so the rest will be easy. Ask your Princess for her piss.” Pinewood grinned, waiting to see Shining’s reaction.

Surprisingly, there was only the slightest flash of hesitation on the unicorn’s face before he looked up into Twilight’s beautiful purple eyes. “May I have your piss, Mistress?” While he hadn’t really made it a habit to play with his own yellow water, there had certainly been times in the Royal Guard when questionable hazing rituals had made the steamy liquid a central focus in the games they’d played with each other in the stallion’s locker room. And there were the times when Cadance had been in heat, that he’d found her scent so intoxicatingly attractive that he’d begged for a chance to sip from the hot fountain of his wife’s pee. Now he wondered if Twilight’s flow would smell feminine or masculine, taste salty or sweet or bitter or clear.

She walked over her brother’s body so her hind legs straddled his cum-covered face. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she started to relax that muscle inside her. Slowly, gradually she felt the warm pressure find its way past her inner valve and begin to rush through the tube of her cock. The magical rod was still rock hard though, so instead of hitting Shining’s face, the sudden flow splattered directly onto the unicorn’s belly. It made a wonderfully room-filling sound: thousands of heavy yellow raindrops pounded his body that was stretched taut like a drumhead with its full load of seed.

Twilight Sparkle moaned as she relieved herself all over her brother’s belly. There was no controlling her flow, and it sprayed hard in a single thick stream that widened slightly with its own pressure just before it hit his belly. Shining Armor inhaled deeply, watching the yellow liquid infiltrate his white fur. True to her unique nature, the Princess did indeed smell feminine at first, like the piss of a mare at the peak of heat. And then underneath that floral note, probably enhanced by her magical incorporation of Pinewood’s testosterone and whatever energy she’d taken from Shining, there was the darker musk of masculinity. It had the scent of a cock that had just bred a receptive hole.

Shining Armor’s mouth opened wide and he tried to stick his tongue out to catch a few of the second-hand splashes that bounced from his belly button. One or two salty droplets hit his lips, and he lapped them up quickly with a little grunt of happiness. Fresh piss never had the stale odor of an dirty stallion’s locker room, but it was hot and sweet and most of all reinforcing of his desire to prove his position at the bottom of Pinewood’s pecking order.

“It looks like he wants more,” Pine said now, stroking Twilight’s wings with his hoof. He guided the Princess a couple of steps backward so her firehose-like flood would at least halfway catch the unicorn’s muzzle.

“Yes, please Mistress--” Shining hardly got the words out when the high pressure flow hit his tongue square on and immediately filled his mouth to overflowing. He gulped down what he could, feeling the warm offering slide effortlessly down his throat to mingle with the cum she’d fed him earlier. He left his muzzle wide open now, letting the sound of the golden water’s flow fill his head with a peaceful reverberation. He closed his muzzle and pushed the pint of collected fluid back out so it cascaded across his lips and trickled into his nostrils. There it was a little more acrid than he could take, and with something between a cough and a sneeze his body cleared his nasal passages. He’d managed to block the backsplash with his hoof though, so it was mostly contained to his own face.

“Hah. You really do enjoy degrading yourself like this, don’t you?” mused Pinewood, taking in the beautiful scene while he felt the insistent pressure in his own bladder begin to grow.

“Yes, Sir,” Shining gargled again, swallowing a second big mouthful of his sister’s piss. The flow didn’t show any signs of slowing down, and while the majority of the yellow liquid was draining quickly, Shining could feel that he was almost completely drenched from head to tail. His back was submerged a good half inch in the swirling flow. Though the mud-mask of cum he’d previously earned had begun to dry before they’d started the water-based training, it began to loosen now with all the hot pressure of Twilight’s indiscriminate aim. He felt the smaller globs first start to remoisten, and then slide free of his fur. Then before he knew it, the tacky big ropes of seed that had once draped across his neck and mane were stringy and stretchy again, tugging away with the flow of piss until they slurped their way down the drain as well. He almost mourned the loss of the tasty white treat, but knew there would always be a chance for more.

What was slightly more alarming was the fact that he was enjoying this so much that he could feel a stirring in his loins. As he alternated between swallowing and inhaling the heady scent of his sister’s unending shower, he knew his cock would soon peek out of its sheath. And Pinewood had said that he should stay soft unless directed. Shining tried to focus his thoughts, but he was woefully inexperienced in reducing his arousal. All of his previous experiences as a dominant stallion had been such that his erection wouldn’t be more than a mild nuisance at times, and in fact a reinforcement of his stature at others. Now it could get him punished. And the thought of punishment in his submissive mindset was only raising his arousal more. Fuck.

Pinewood’s watchful eye noticed the head of Shining’s cock flop free of its protective fold of skin and continue growing to nearly full hardness. Pine idly regarded the dark tube of meat as it rested against Shining’s rounded belly. “Well well well. What do we have here?”

“I’m sorry Sir, I didn’t mean to get hard without permission,” sputtered the unicorn with his mouth half full of piss.

“Hold on, Twilight.” Pinewood’s command caused the Princess to immediately halt her flow, though it made her squirm slightly and squeeze her thighs together with the effort.

Pinewood walked around Shining Armor until he had the unicorn’s skyward-spread hind legs right in front of him. The green stallion lifted one hoof and placed it gently on Shining’s belly bulge so it squished a little yellow rivulet from the soaked fur.

“It’s good that you’re enjoying your training. I want you to know that I’m glad this will be easy. But that doesn’t mean you can bend the rules. It’s crucial that you learn to control your body so that you can be a true slave for me. So when I do this, you should not feel like it is a punishment. It is only to help you serve me better.”

Pinewood’s voice was gentle, careful. Soothing. Almost hypnotic. Already Shining Armor found it easier to focus on the peaceful way Pine’s hoof caused a warm pressure in his belly, rather than the tingling in his crotch. “Yes Sir,” replied the unicorn.

Pine increased the pressure on his hoof now, watching Shining’s face closely until he saw the hints of discomfort in the furrowing of the unicorn’s yellow-stained brow. “Part of your training is emotional, remember. You should be giving your mind freely to me, and I want you to be overwhelmed with shame and humiliation right now. Tell me when it’s working, slave.” And he pressed harder still.

“It hurts,” Shining tried to explain, knowing that his Master wanted a deeper confirmation. “My-- my body hurts because you gave me more cum than I could hold… at least at first… and then I wanted more, I really did want more, Sir. I wanted more and I didn’t know why… I didn’t know why I wanted to take more than my body could hold…” The unicorn groaned as he felt the humiliation wash over him. And the pressure of his Master’s hoof on his uncomfortably full belly only increased through his rambling confession.

“Look at me when you say these things.” Pinewood was clearly enjoying this, his dark green member flexing up and down as it began to leak a steady dribble of clear precum on the shower floor. “I find that it helps my slaves to come to terms with the depth of their dedication.” Pine shifted his weight slightly, with every few seconds increasing the pressure on his slave’s belly.

Shining did as he was told, looking directly into Pinewood’s eyes. He saw his own reflection in those deep pupils, saw his body so physically degraded inside and out, and began to feel tears rising. He was clearly close to an emotional breaking point. “I-- and then I guess I realized that the reason I wanted more was that I knew I didn’t have a chance of besting you, or even equaling you, Sir.” Shining was sniffling now, his yellow-stained cheeks glowing with the blush of strained sobs. “And then I realized that my best chance of ever feeling fulfilled was to live up to the expectations that you set as my Master.”

Meanwhile, the mixture of emotional torment and physical pain was doing quite a good job of helping Shining Armor lose his own erection.

“I mean, look at me. I thought I was a little bit above average before I met you, but that was clearly a lie. I’ve been deluding myself into thinking I was a stallion. I’m just a slave. Please, Sir… Please let me satisfy you?” He wasn’t saying it so the torture would stop. He genuinely couldn’t stop staring at Pinewood’s shaft now, his eyes hungrily tracing up and down the bulging veins while he licked his lips. The only thought remaining in his head now was the way he’d feel after swallowing another load of cum. The promise of satisfaction at a job well done.

“Are you willing to go above and beyond your own physical abilities for me?” Pinewood asked, pressing harder and harder still. “And your magic too, that’s just an extension of my command?”

“Yes Sir, anything for you Sir.” Shining was forced to breathe quick and shallow now, with the cum in his belly threatening to bubble up his throat in between gasps for air.

“Then get to sucking, slave.” And Pine removed his hoof from the unicorn’s belly.

Shining felt so good to hear those words. More than just the relief from pain in his gut, but the indication that he’d passed this phase of his training. “Thank you, Sir!” He quickly scrambled around, kneeling under his Master’s standing body so that he could latch his lips on the slippery head of Pinewood’s cock. It left his rump angled upward right in front of Twilight’s muzzle.

The Princess waited patiently for her Master to get into the rhythm of his blowjob, though her cock began to bounce up and down and leak its own stream of precum as she watched her pathetic brother humiliate himself on the pissy floor of the shower.

Shining slurped with gusto, gradually replacing the lingering salty taste of Twilight’s piss with the sweeter, stickier flavor of his Master’s precum. And oh, god, there was so much of it! He swallowed every drop that oozed from the sensitive hole at the tip of Pinewood’s cock, and dove into that little opening with his tongue to coax more out.

“Twi--” gasped Pinewood, clearly enjoying the thirsty attention on his dick, “do whatever you want with his rump. You’ve-- Fuck yes, good boy! -- You’ve earned it, love.”

She leaned forward, trying to savor the moment, but she was hungry of her own accord. Not only was there a delectable string of Pine’s cum that snaked all the way from Shiny’s tail all the way down his inner thigh, but she knew she’d need a fresh influx of masculine energy to keep up her magical stallionhood. And it felt far too good to let it subside just yet.

Twilight Sparkle dove into her brother’s rump, grinding her muzzle hard against the sensitive ring of his outer anal muscle and moaning at how it immediately twitched and tightened in response to her kisses. It smelled so good, mostly of her Master’s seed but also with a slight undertone musk of Shining’s sweat. She loved that day-old musk that stallions got. It wasn’t dirty, really, just rich in pheromones and hormones and whatever else it was that made both sexes crazy with lust. She had a hypothesis that the scent of mares in heat wasn’t just to attract sexually mature stallions, but also to drive other mares into that competitive spirit, to ensure that lust began to overcome logical reasoning.

And her brother’s scent was changing right under her nose, too. Just as she could tell that her own balls were heavy with the testosterone that Pinewood had magically bestowed, Shining Armor was undergoing a transformation of his own. His ass lips were far more responsive, puffy, and filled with sensitizing blood vessels than any stallion’s rump had a right to be. She grinned and continued to eat him out like he was a mare, running her tongue up and down the outer rim of his crack and then diving deep inside the welcoming depths to steal a warm mouthful of Pine’s cum. It was so delicious, creamy, sticky... everything that made cum irresistible. And it was all hers. She could feel Shining try to tighten his muscles to stop her, but her tongue was stronger.

Shining Armor had unconsciously begun to find a rhythm in his head-bobs, noisily smacking his lips on the upstroke as he quickly sucked in a little air. Then he plunged back down again, his tongue finding the sensitive medial ring of Pinewood’s cock just as his throat tightened up to prevent the entrance of that thick green head. He knew that speed and enthusiasm for the first half of this behemoth wouldn’t cut it. Pine would certainly expect him to completely impale himself.

But-- and his head was clouded with the pleasure Twilight was giving his rump, finding little sensitive folds and wrinkles just inside his cum-filled ring-- he didn’t know if he’d be able to do it without a little help. His neck was just at the wrong angle, and he knew that too much more of this would start to cramp his shoulder. That thought got pushed back out of his mind just as quickly as it had appeared. He doubled his resolve. He wanted to show off.

Adjusting his hooves while keeping the leaky head of Pine’s cock inside his muzzle, Shining found a slightly different position. Now he could get that extra bit of leverage. He could ignore the mild pain in his joints. His body belonged to his Master. He bobbed his head forward again, wincing slightly when the head of Pinewood’s cock bounced off the sore muscles that guarded the deeper tunnel of his throat. Ow. Try again.

Twilight sensed that now was the time to ramp up her analingus to a new intensity, and thanks to the refresher of a few swallows of Pine’s cum, her magic was at full strength. Moaning and focusing her mind, she dug her tongue as deep as she could inside Shining’s warm ass-cunt. At the same time she created a soft, pliable ring out of magic that slipped around her brother’s balls.

“Hmmf?” the white stallion interjected, with just the slightest hint of hesitation in his tongue’s motion.

Pinewood growled and stepped forward with two hooves, shoving his cock deeper into Shining’s throat suddenly. “That’s it, just swallow harder. Good boy.”

Twilight grinned and gave a slight nip with her teeth on the fleshy white mound of her submissive sibling’s cheek. When she felt him squirm again, trying to get his throbbing anal muscle back in range of her tongue, she let out a mischievous little laugh. “What do we say, slave?”

“Please!” he cried out, just barely intelligible around the sloppy wet rod that threatened to completely choke out his ability to breathe. “More!” His front hooves clopped hard on the wet shower floor.

Twilight and Pinewood locked eyes with each other as they both rammed forward. The purple princess suddenly found her muzzle completely surrounded by the show-quality globes of her brother’s rump, her sensitive tongue nearly six inches deep inside his cum-filled hole. And it was heavenly, that pulsing mess of slippery folds that held a mixture of her Master’s fluids and her own. She slurped deeper and deeper, coaxing mini-orgasmic contractions out of Shining’s body, swallowing every glob and dribble that he could no longer hold tightly inside himself.

Fuck… Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!

Meanwhile Pinewood groaned and felt a dam burst inside himself, like a geyser of hot steam-pressurized water that had nowhere to go but up and out. Cum quickly flowed in a sticky torrent, swelling the thick tube of his urethra and forcing the seal of his flared cockhead to mate perfectly with the deep clenching muscles of Shining Armor’s throat. He could hear no sound now but the pulse of his own heartbeat, for that rarefied moment of orgasmic pleasure as he felt himself go dizzy with excitement, his vision filled with the flailing motions of Shining’s mane and tail in front of Twilight’s ecstatic face.

Shining’s own orgasm, Sweet Celestia I’m going to get in trouble for cumming too, overtook his entire body. He shuddered and felt the tingling of his skin reach an almost painful crescendo as his half-soft cock pulsed out a pathetic imitation of Pinewood’s thick creamy flow. The biggest difference was how his small volume of slave-seed immediately mixed with Twilight’s residual piss and was lost down the drain. Sad. He would have liked to clean up his own mess… just another sign of his programming as a submissive slut, perhaps.

Gulp, gulp. Gag, swallow, gulp, and yes gulp again. Thank your Master for his gift, thank Him with your throat the only way that you know how, thank Him and beg for more, beg for this moment to last forever!

Shining must have swallowed twelve, thirty, a hundred? Who knew at this point. Certainly dozens of fresh jets of cum had coursed their way straight through the dynamic flexing tube of his neck and directly into his stomach to meet with that slutty salty mess of fluids already swirling around inside.

After a moment or so, Pinewood’s throbs began to subside, and Shining Armor found himself snapping back to the present. The white pony gulped a few times, thinking how strange it felt to consciously control those otherwise-involuntary muscles. They were certainly milking his Master’s rod automatically, just seconds ago. He looked up at the green stallion’s face, knowing there would be no way to hide his shame. But while Pine’s thick flared cockhead still plugged his throat, Shining was forced to simply look at that commanding masculine stallion’s upper body from below.

Twilight licked her lips and sat back on her haunches, sighing loudly. “Sir, I think your newest slave still has trouble understanding that you control his every move.” She grinned and slid one hoof up her own flagpole of a horsecock. “I can tell you came, big brother. Just from the way your tight hole spasmed around my tongue.”

Shining Armor’s training was certainly coming along, mentally. He immediately nodded, tears welling up in his eyes as he began to imagine the punishment that might come. If only he could control the reflexes of his fucking balls.

“Shh, shh…” Pinewood kept his soft yet baseball-bat-length meat stick still firmly plugged inside the unicorn’s throat. “I know it’s all still so new and exciting for you, but we’ll figure out a way to fix you yet. I think maybe if you meet one of my most dedicated slaves, you’ll learn by watching. Perhaps it’ll be just the idea of seeing my cock deep inside a pony more… submissive than you? You’ll have no choice but to lose that, hmm… last… shred? Is that the best word for it? Of your masculinity. We’re close, I can tell.” Pine winked at Twilight. “You remember Sparkchaser, don’t you?”