Detention: Students Vs. Staff

by Wolfgang Anonymous

Rating: mature
Tags: Second Person, Rainbow Dash, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Thunderlane, Anthro
Length: 16726

A Short story by Wolfgang Anonymous: Just one short week of detention has gotten Thunderlane to learn so much more about his school than he previously knew...

A not-so-short story by Wolfgang Anonymous and 3-y

Thunderlane was by no means a bad. He had slipped his way through to his senior year of high school relatively unnoticed by his peers. Sure, he had made his fare share of friends along the way, but he was still oh so ignorant to so many things happening.

When he gets his first night of detention, he finds out things about his peers that he never thought possible, and he becomes the center of attention for the entire school. However, too much attention can do strange things to one's mind.

This shameless clopfic is the highly requested sequel to my one-off clopfic 'Detention'. I know it was a long time in the making, but I thank you guys for your patience and your understanding. Also, constructive criticism in the comments is always appreciated.

Also a big shoutout to those who are helping me with this story. I wouldn't have been able to publish this so soon if it weren't for their help. Show them some love!

3-y (Co-Writer)
Some Leech (Editor & Proofreader)

TRIGGER WARNINGS (by chapter):
Day 2 contains anthro futa ponies, Gender-swapping, ball worship, deepthroat/facefucking, gangbangs, spitroasts, and Rarity as a teacher :raritycry:.

Night 2 contains anthro futa ponies, kidnapping, rimming, gender-swapping, bondage, light futa on male, impregnation, and Equestria's favorite game show!

If these aren't your fetishes, enter at your own risk.

Cover image by ScrewingWithSFM (Derpi tag 1088908)

Published 2018-02-15 03:40:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-02-15 03:40:06 UTC

Day 2: The Teacher's Lounge

Day 2: The Teacher’s Lounge

Thunderlane was barely able to focus in class the day after his first detention. Every muscle in his body ached and he was unable to sit properly at any desk he was provided throughout the day. He was lucky no teacher called on him to speak during class because he didn’t really have a voice to respond with. Well, he technically could speak, but his throat was so sore from the oral assault he had received the night before that he would prefer not to speak at the moment.

What has Thunderlane’s mind most preoccupied, however, are the possibilities of what will happen in detention today. With how casual the last meeting seemed to be, he had a weird feeling something similar might end up happening today. As much as he enjoyed the experience, he didn’t know if his body could take another night of rough treatment. He was barely able to get through one afternoon of this cruel-and-unusual punishment, and he knew he wasn’t going to last a whole week at this rate.

As the last bell of the day rang, he prayed to whatever lord above that something normal would happen. As soon as his teacher opened the doors to let students out, he ran through the halls, clumsily rushing through crowds of people to get to the detention center. He knew what he was doing could be seen as rude, but he didn’t care at the moment. All he cared about was not being late, and not suffering another ‘punishment’. He could apologize to those people later, but right now, he had other priorities.

As he neared the entrance of the detention center, he noticed a piece of paper taped to the door. As he got up close, he read what the note said:

Thunderlane,

You are currently the only one serving detention at this time. Because of that, I have decided to move detention to the teacher’s lounge. I still expect you to be on time and tardiness will result in further punishment.

Sincerely,

Ms. Sparkle

Thunderlane gulped. The mention of punishment was enough to put his flanks back into high gear. He started towards the teacher’s lounge, completely disregarding any questions in his head on why Ms. Sparkle chose that location to hold detention in. He just had to get there and get ready for whatever was coming to him.

As soon as the teacher’s lounge came into view, Thunderlane quickly slipped through the door, making sure to close it to behind him. He didn’t know how many staff knew of Ms. Sparkle’s plans, so he had to be as careful as possible not to be seen. When he was safely inside he let out a deep sigh of relief. For now, he felt safe. His mood would change drastically, however, as soon as he heard a maniacal laugh fill the room.

When he looked up, he saw that the laughter was coming from Ms. Sparkle, but that wasn’t what worried him at the moment. What really worried him was the fact that three other teachers were in the room with them, and judging by the cocky grins painted on their muzzles, they all looked like they were expecting the younger stallion.

Among them was Miss Rarity. The art & design teacher is arguably one of the most attractive mares --student or not-- in the entire school. You can see her testing the boundaries on the school’s uniform policy, but no one ever wants to call her out on it. She works so hard to flaunt every inch of her gorgeous body, and only the most prude-minded people would ever want a body like that to be covered up.

She was currently showing off her body with a pair of tight yoga pants and a button-up barely able to contain her impressive bust. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t ever thought of tearing off Ms. Rarity’s clothing and feeling every inch of her body, but looking at the slight bulge growing in the crotch of those yoga pants, he was starting to regret those thoughts.

Just to her left was Ms. Harshwhinny. While she was considerably older than the teachers around her, she had a body that could rival any of them. Even when she hid it under her formal attire, the cloth always struggled to contain the natural curves of her body. Most students would call her a ‘cougar’, that is, if she weren’t so condescending. Students rarely got much better than a B in her classes, and she wasn’t afraid to ridicule for every little mistake. Thunderlane already didn’t think all too highly of Harshwhinny, but he felt like he was going to despise her just a little more by the time he gets out of this detention.

And then there was Ms. Cheerilee. She wasn’t quite as ‘voluptuous’ as all the other mares in the school seemed to be, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still beautiful to look at. However, her looks weren’t what most of the school focussed on. Ms. Cheerilee had such an upbeat and, no pun intended, cheery personality that most ponies could feed off of. What Thunderlane feared most was the menacing vibe that replaced her usual perky personality. In fact, the vibe he was getting from all the mares told him that these mares were up to no good. If the day before was any kind of indicator, he knew that things were about to get out of hand.

“Well look who was able to make it here on time. And to think I almost thought you would me late again,” Ms. Sparkle spoke in a sarcastic tone. “You see? Detention has already taught you so much.”

Ms. Sparkle took a moment to clear her throat before speaking again, “Now, I bet you’re wondering why we have so many guests with us today. Well, you didn’t think I was the only one that had their eyes on a fine piece of ass like yourself, did you? All of us have had our eyes on you for a long time, and now that I got you here, we all get to have a turn with you.~”

Just as he had feared. Thunderlane was stuck with a gang of horny mares and, judging by the slight bulges beginning to grow at the crotches of each of them, they were a lot more than just mares. He was barely able to survive the last round of punishment, and that was with two of them.

“I think that’s enough talking for now.” Ms. Sparkle said. “Thunder, you know the drill. Strip for me~”

Thunderlane realized he didn’t really have a choice at this point. He wasn’t going to find a way out of this, so he might as well give them what they wanted in hopes that he could feel anything tomorrow morning. He didn’t strip with the pizazz of a pole dancer, but he made sure to take everything off and leave every article of clothing in the corner next to the door to ensure they don’t become soaked in whatever fluids that might be spilled in the near future.

Once he was finished, he stood there, hands over his junk, with four of his teachers staring at him. He didn’t know why, but they seemed… unsatisfied about something. He could see them whispering to each other on the other side of the room, but he had no way of telling what they were talking about. There was almost a minute of near silence and, surprisingly, he was the one becoming impatient.

“W-well?” Thunderlane said, confusion clear in his voice.

“Well, it would be appreciated if you could move your hands, darling.” Ms. Rarity said, breaking the silence of the mares.

“Why does that matter-” Thunderlane started.

“Did you just talk back to your superior? Do you think there is ANY room for negotiation in this matter?” Ms. Harshwhinny fired back. He could tell by her expression that she was the one growing the most impatient in the room.

Thunderlane realized he was fighting another losing battle. At this point, he just had to swallow his pride and do what they wanted. As he lowered his arms down to his sides, there was nothing left to the imagination. Every inch of his body was exposed to the world: Every muscle, every flab, and every curve of his body. The sight of his body was enough to put a grin back on the faces of the four mares, but Thunderlane knew better than to trust their grinning faces.

“Good,” Ms. Sparkle spoke up with her horn glowing. “Now I can work.”

Before Thunderlane could question what she was planning, he felt a tingling sensation surrounding his groin. When he looked down, he saw his stallionhood engulfed in a warm, purple ball of light. The light quickly began to heat up, and the slight tingle started to turn into a surprising burst of heat.

“What are you d-” Thunderlane started, only to have his words cut off by a slight pain in his groin. The fear and concern he was feeling only grew as more of his body was engulfed in the purple flame. As a surge of heat and pressure rushed inside of him, he was on the verge of screaming. His mind was on the verge of sensory overload, but it only continued to grow hotter, and hotter, and HOTTER-

And then it stopped.

Thunderlane didn’t know how long he had been out. It could’ve been minutes or hours, but he didn’t care. He needed some rest after whatever magical experiment he was just subjected to. He didn’t know the purpose for trying a spell like that, let alone what it would do to him. While his mind rushed with all the horrid things Ms. Sparkle could’ve done to his body, he knew that, dominatrix or not, she would never be cruel enough to do something too bad with a spell, could she?

As he started to sit up, he saw the four mares had made a tight ring around him. They towered over him as he tried to wake his tired body. Slowly he sat up, placing his hands to his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts as he reevaluated his situation. Looking around at the mares above him he noticed that each bore some look of amusement, ranging from mild to outright predacious.

“Aww, did you enjoy your little nap, young lady?” Ms. Sparkle asked in a teasing manner.

Why did she call me that? Thunderlane thought to himself. The question only put more red flags into his head. He was already too preoccupied with what she did to him with that spell to wonder why she was calling him a lady.

Thunderlane quickly shot one of his hands to the area between his legs. Rather than being greeted with his usual male anatomy, however, he felt something soft and squishy. It almost felt like he had a second pair of lips in between his thighs. When he looked down to his crotch, he saw that his fears had come true. His stallionhood was gone, and a vagina was currently in its place. Looking up a little from that spot, he could also faintly notice small, a-cup breasts had popped up on his chest. They likely wouldn’t stick out under a baggy shirt, but there was definitely a noticeable change, which nearly made his heart skip a beat.

“W-what did you do to me!?” Thunderland exclaimed.

“Relax. I just did a quick gender-swapping spell. It’s not permanent unless you get knocked up.” Ms. Sparkle stated nonchalantly. “Besides, the pussy fits you. With hips like those, I always thought you could pass for a flat-chested mare.”

“But WHY would you do this!?” Thunderlane shot back.

“Oh come on, did you see yourself in school today? You were a complete mess, and that was after dealing with only me and that rainbow punk. Did you really think you could take all four of us with just your throat and your ass? I’m doing you a favor right now.” Ms. Sparkle stated, unamused with Thunderlane’s disobedience.

Thunderlane felt his heart rate begin to rise. Ms. Sparkle was acting nonchalant about this, but he felt like his life was at stake! He felt drops of sweat form on his head as all sorts of nightmare scenarios played in his head. He closed his eyes in an attempt to block the anxiety from his head, but nothing could help.

Ms. Sparkle sighed, realizing this situation is entirely hopeless if she doesn't say something to calm him down. “Listen, if it makes you feel any better, I put an infertility spell on all of us to ensure none of us do anything to make you stuck like this. Plus, I'd be a pretty awful pony if I didn't change you back when we're done here.” she stated.

While hearing that did make him feel a little better, it didn't change the fact that he was uncomfortable with this whole thing. So many questions swirled through his brain, but he couldn't figure out what to say first. He took a deep breath, telling himself to just say the first thing that comes to mind.

“But-” Thunderland tried to respond, but he was pulled out of the conversation by the forceful hands of Ms. Harshwhinny. He felt her grab him head first and pull him into her crotch. He could’ve sworn there was a long skirt covering that area, but his face landed on the smooth skin of her inner thigh, mere inches away from a rather large pair of balls. As he looked up, he saw a semi-flaccid 16-inch cock, a complete absence of any clothing covering her lower body, and the face of fury.

“I have had enough of your insolence.” Ms. Harshwhinny roared. “I don’t want to hear another word out of your little whore mouth. The only thing it’s good for is bringing my crown jewels the pleasure they need. I’ve waited far too long to have you bicker all night, so I’m only going to ask you this once. Clean. My. Sack.”

Thunderlane was frozen in place. The giant orbs in front of him were intimidating, to say the least. He could feel heat radiating off of them; a heat that carried a strong musk with it. He watched as beads of sweat rolled down the sack and dripped to the floor. He gulped at he tried to figure out how he was going to avoid dealing with these goose eggs.

Thunderlane’s stalling didn’t amuse Ms. Harshwhinny in the slightest. She decided to take the initiative, tightening her grip on Thunderlane’s hair and pulling him the rest of the way into her crotch. He was completely muffled as she pressed his mouth and nose directly into her sticky ball sack. He instinctively tried to pull back, but the firm hand behind his head ensured he wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon.

“You take too long, slut.” Ms. Harshwhinny growled. “Now get to work.”

Thunderlane could feel ball sweat rub into his skin on the first impact. His senses were overwhelmed by the musk that burned into his brain. He was still hesitant, but he could feel something in his mind starting to give. He didn’t know what it was, but there was something in the strong scent of these mares that made his head spin.

He could he could feel his lips parting to accept one of her orbs in his mouth. With a swish of the tongue, he could taste everything; every little salty drop of sweat, every roll of skin, it was all present. He didn’t think musk even had a flavor, and he definitely didn’t expect to enjoy it this much.

While he, surprisingly, was enjoying the flavors, he had to remember to be thorough. Ms. Harshwhinny was one tough customer, and she didn’t look like she was going to let him stop unless he did the job up to her high standards. He made sure to lap up every droplet of sweat to make that ball as clean as possible. Once he was satisfied with his work the first testicle, he spat it out to work the other. He could feel her balls churning with seed as he lapped all the juices off of her sack. All the while he could feel her slap his face with her hardening cock, making him flinch at every wet smack. The abuse wasn’t painful, but it made the situation all the more humiliating.

Just as he finished cleaning Ms. Harshwhinny’s balls, he felt another pair of hands grab ahold of his head. It was then he realized how tight the ring of futa mares had become. They were all practically standing hip-to-hip with each other. All of them were almost at full mast, which made it difficult for the one in the middle to maneuver without getting hit in the face with one of their lengths. Ms. Rarity -- who currently had a handful of Thunderlane’s hair -- managed to guide him through the maze of marecock unscathed, only to bury his muzzle in her crotch.

“Mmmm, you really did make Harshwhinny’s jewels squeaky clean, darling. Can you do the same for me?” Ms. Rarity asked Thunderlane in a sultry tone; all the while slowly grinding her hips into his muzzle.

Thunderlane quickly obliged, taking a long lick of the smooth skin of her sack before diving in. He made mental note of the fact that her musk had an added stench of perfume, but he didn’t think too hard on it. He had a job to do.

Thunderlane quickly got into a rhythm with his movements. He would take one of their eggs in his mouth, lap up all the juices left on the surface making sure to massage the tender flesh in the process. He would do that for every testicle; getting passed on to the next mare by the time he finished cleaning the last one. The older mares showed their appreciation for his hard work with every groan that came out of their mouths.

“Mmmm, looks like the little slut finally came around, didn’t she?” Ms. Harshwhinny purred. “You really know how to work the sack, but do you know how to work the shaft?”

Thunderlane felt Ms. Harshwhinny’s hands grab his head again as he gasped for air. Their musk was a lot thicker than he anticipated, and he struggled to get a lung-full of oxygen under the heavy drug coming off these mares. He felt his head get pulled up just enough to get out of the cloud of musk, and he was relieved with the feeling of slightly fresher air. As he kneeled there - mouth agape - trying to gather as much oxygen as he could, he failed to recognize the horny mare in front of him lining her cock up with his mouth. By the time he noticed, the thick head of her 18-inch mamba had already pressed past his lips.

He instinctively tried to back away from the sudden intrusion, but the hands on his head only pushed him in further. His cheeks bulged out as his mouth tried to make space to allow such a large piece of mare meat more room. She continued to push until he could feel her member tickle the entrance of his throat. Just as he was about to gag, she reversed motion. She pulled his head off of her shaft; still leaving the tip in to sit on his tongue. This, however, was the calm before the storm. Deciding to leave his head in place rather than bouncing it up and down her length, she gave one firm thrust into his mouth; poking against his tight throat again. He gagged as the large obstruction continued to put pressure on his esophagus. As she pulled her hips back, he wondered if he was even going to be able to speak after she was done with him.

“Ready your throat, slut. I’m done going easy on you.” Ms. Harshwhinny growled.

With a particularly hard thrust, Ms. Harshwhinny jabbed the entrance of Thunderlane’s throat with her cock. Rather than pulling back, however, she continued to push forward; working to get herself into the tightest part of his maw. He gagged harder as she slowly managed to work through his resistance. With one last push of Ms. Harshwhinny’s hips, he felt the tip of her member pop into his airway, but she wasn’t done. He went wide-eyed as more and more of her thick shaft started to disappear into his muzzle. Over a foot of mare cock squeezed into his throat, and his line of sight was completely taken over by the crotch grinding itself into his face. Ms. Harshwhinny moaned as she finally fit her member into the tight confines of his convulsing throat. She loved holding her member inside the young stallion; feeling his oxygen-deprived body struggle under her power. She knew however, that there was much more she wanted to do to him.

Just as Thunderlane started to feel light-headed from the lack of oxygen, he felt the obstruction in his throat start to pull back. He looked up at Ms. Harshwhinny’s face, and noticed something different about the look she was giving him. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on it, but there was a different kind of fire in her eyes. Everypony knew the fierce look she would give a student who did anything out of the ordinary in her class, but this had something deeper to it. It’s like she had condensed all of her carnal passion into her eyes as she stared him down intently. All he knew for sure was that the look she was giving him at that moment was more frightening than any other time she glared at him in class.

Then, all of a sudden, she rocked her hips forward, and Thunderlane felt his world rock back because of it.

Ms. Harshwhinny took all that fire and intensity in her eyes and put them back into her hips as she jackhammered them into his muzzle.That fire lit off like a firecracker inside of her, increasing her body’s speed and power as she repeatedly hollows out his throat.

Thunderlane’s oxygen-depraved mind became a blur as Ms. Harshwhinny’s carnal lust continued to rattle it. Thoughts in his head became more clouded with each thrust down his gullet. It was almost as if her cock was forcing itself into his brain, and forcing all of his thoughts out with it.

Even with every brain-rattling thrust into his throat, he still managed to pick up on a strange occurrence happening right underneath him. The erratic thrusts into his muzzle were somehow able to slide him around where he was sitting while the mare in front of him was, for the most part, holding his head in place. Using his free hands, he touched the floor around him, and found just how wet it was. He initially thought the janitor must’ve done a bad job mopping this room, until he figured out exactly where the moisture was coming from.

He shuddered as his fingers grazed his wet twat, his nerves standing on edge at the slightest touch. He sat there amazed, not only at how slick he was making the floor around him, but at just how good his new equipment felt. Sensations washed over his body that were completely foreign to him. These feelings quickly wore down his restraints, making it much more difficult to fight. All he could think about was the immense heat between his legs, and how he was going to be able to extinguish it.

Almost fully out of instinct, he let his fingers explore his nether region. His digits danced around all the complex folds of his new anatomy, all while Ms. Harshwhinny continued to hollow out his throat. A small squeal escaped his throat as he grazed over a little knob near the top of his slit. If anatomy class taught him anything, he knew that little knob was his brand new clit. The little ball of nerves started to harden from the attention it was receiving, making it harder for him to focus on anything else. He continued to rub his clit, letting wave after wave of pleasure wash over his senses.

“Awww, looks like your little pussy needs some attention.” Ms. Sparkle teased.

Suddenly, he felt Ms. Harshwhinny hilt herself inside his throat yet again, making it impossible to breathe. He couldn’t think about that for too long, however, as he felt two hands grab hold of his hips, pulling him up on shaky legs. Those hands were the only thing keeping him stable; the lack of oxygen as well as the overstimulation racking his mind keeping him from his balance. When one of those hands let go of his hip for whatever reason, his legs nearly give out underneath him, but he just barely caught himself. As soon as he was back on his feet, Ms. Harshwhinny went back in action, roughly forcing herself into his throat repeatedly.

Suddenly, he knew exactly why the other hand let go of his hip. A shiver went down his spine as he felt fingers spread apart his new lips. He had been touching himself down there plenty already, but having someone else do it made the sensation so much more intense.

“Wow, you really are wet, aren’t you?” Ms. Sparkle teased. “ I almost don’t think I have to warm you up. You’re already on fire!”

Even though her words said otherwise, he still felt her digits make the plunge into his brand new foal maker. His mind grew cloudy as all these foreign sensations continued to assault his body. His body was trying to understand all these new signals, but some part of him was fighting against them. Some part of him stayed stubborn, refusing to give in.

Meanwhile, the fingers inside him continued to work down those defences. They dug as deep inside him as possible, knuckles hilting against his labia. Twisting and prodding, those dexterous fingertips soon found a very sensitive spot inside of him, and pushed hard. The effect was immediate; a wave of hot electric pleasure shot up his spine, and he let out a guttural moan around the intruder in his throat. But Ms. Sparkle didn’t let up. Before Thunderlane could gather his wits, she slowly but firmly began pistoning her fingers, using her whole arm as leverage, rubbing that exquisitely delicate spot over and over. This hand was not that of some little filly touching herself for the first time, or an inexperienced colt testing his way forward on his girlfriend. Ms. Sparkle had clearly done this many times before, and knowing her, probably memorized books on the subject. Thunderlane could only whimper, arching his back and melting into her touch as she played his pussy like a fiddle.

His mind felt like it was being buried under the weight of these new pleasures surrounding him, but some part of him was still fighting against it. What was left of his rational mind gave one last hurrah, coming up with a desperate plan to at least stall for time. Using muscles he was sure he never had before, he squeezed tightly around the fingers inside his foal hole. He was trying to push the fingers out of his body, but the attempt didn't do much more than make Ms. Sparkle chuckle. Asserting her control over him, she simply pushed through and kept plowing him for another minute. He was getting deliciously close to climax, his hips bucking into her skilled hand, his cunt positively drooling with need. But just when he dared to hope she would push him over the edge, she stopped.

“Hey, pull out of her for a second. I want to ask this little lady something~” Ms. Sparkle purred, withdrawing her fingers from his depths. He shivered and whined in frustration as he was denied his release, his burning hot pussy left to clench around nothing but cold air.

Ms. Harshwhinny harrumphed and grudgingly followed through with her colleague’s request, slowly letting her length drag along the inside of his esophagus. An audible pop could be heard as her member escaped his throat, completely opening up his airways for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Thunderlane’s chest heaved as Ms. Harshwhinny’s rod flopped out of his mouth, finally able to fill his lungs with as much air as they needed. He didn’t even care that every breath he took was saturated with thick, spicy maremusk.

He soon found himself holding that breath as he felt Ms. Sparkle's cock rubbing against his nethers. While her length, and girth, were no different from the day before the sensation of her lightly throbbing marecock pressed against his newly found lady bits sent a tingle up his spine. The heat radiating from from his marehood made him almost long to get filled. He tried to force those thoughts out of his mind, but that task seemed near impossible at this point. Those thoughts only seemed to make him more wet, supplying the mare behind him with ample lube.

“So Thunderlane… I only have one question for you: what do you want right now?” Ms. Sparkle asked in a suspiciously neutral tone.

“I-I…” Thunderlane stammered, his words getting caught in his throat. He knew exactly what he wanted; he wanted something, ANYTHING to put out the sweltering heat inside him, and he knew Ms. Sparkle’s massive fire hose was likely the best way to do it. For some reason he just couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“I.. P-please…” Thunderlane whimpered.

“Just spit it out, slut. We don’t have all day.” Ms. Harshwhinny groaned.

Thunderlane took a deep breath, swallowing his pride as he prepared to speak. “Please… I-I need you... Inside me…” he whined, desperation in his voice.

“There we go, good girl.” Ms. Sparkle beamed as she lined herself up with his sopping pussy.

Thunderlane grit his teeth as he felt the force of Ms. Sparkle’s shaft against his entrance. He could feel the effort she was putting into trying to penetrate him; she was really straining to fit herself in his underused pussy. Even with his entrance as lubed up as it was, she still needed to put a considerable amount of power behind her hips to fit inside him. For a second, he almost thought it would be impossible for her to fit in that hole, but he underestimated the might of Ms. Sparkle.

In a flash, Ms. Sparkle managed to force more than half of her shaft inside Thunderlane’s pussy in a single thrust. He winced, the sudden penetration making a sharp pain shoot up his body. He felt another warm liquid trickle down the inside of his leg, a sinking feeling of dread passed over him as he realized exactly what it was. If he had a hymen before this, he knew it had to have been destroyed by the force of that first thrust.

Ms. Sparkle then reared back, and gave another aggressive thrust into him, hollowing him out to give herself easier access. That alone seemed to be enough to wash the pain from his mind, and flood it yet again with absolute bliss. Yes, this was exactly what he needed. His body was made to be filled with cock, and his hungriest hole was finally stuffed. His thighs were quivering, and his toes were going numb. He felt pins and needles all over his body. He almost felt like he was going to cum just from having Ms. Sparkle inside him. And then everything got even better. She quickly got into a rhythm, rapidly rocking her hips back and forth into him. Thunderlane could do nothing to contain himself, the pleasure absolutely consuming him. His jaw hung agape, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he fully gave into his carnal desires.

Ms. Harshwhinny took Thunderlane’s open mouth as an invitation, and made sure to swiftly act on it. She reared her hips back, lining herself up with her target, and slammed herself home, hilting back into his throat in one swift movement. Thunderlane gagged, the sudden intrusion bringing his mind back to where he was. The shortness of breath was immediate, but he found himself enjoying it a little bit more. He wanted her cock to abuse his wanton throat, something he knew she was waiting ever so patiently to do. She immediately resumed the rhythm she held before, her crotch pounding against his muzzle fast enough to make his head spin, and he still wanted more.

“Don’t forget about us, darling!” Ms. Rarity exclaimed, reminding Thunderlane of her presence. Before he could react, he felt his balance shift, his hands being taken out from under him. His body was now being supported in full by the two mares at his front and back, his own legs proving useless, bent over like he was. He suddenly felt drops of pre make contact with both of his hands, signaling what his other two teachers were planning to do with them. Without preamble Ms. Rarity and Ms. Cheerilee began running their members across his palms. Almost from pure instinct, he stroked all the way up and down both their lengths, feeling their heartbeat through their throbbing veins with each pump of his hand.

He was aggressively rocked back and forth like a boat through a storm as he took on the hurricane that was his teachers’ sexual depravity. He was getting hit from all sides, completely boxed in by their relentless desires. Every moan, every ounce of their musk in the air, every throb of their cocks was enough to put his new nerves on edge. He didn’t know how, but it seemed as if just a quick change of equipment was enough to to make his whole body so much more sensitive. Even the slightest movement was enough to send shivers down his spine, and he loved every second of it. He wanted them to use him. He wanted them to abuse him.

For tonight, he wanted to be their mare.

His throat was sore and his lungs were burning, but neither he nor Ms. Harshwhinny cared as she ravaged his mouth and rattled his brain. Ms. Sparkle’s hefty balls slapped his stomach with every thrust, and the girthy base of her cock spread his cunt painfully, delightfully wide. What little concentration he could scrape together was used to assist Ms. Rarity and Ms. Cheerilee in stroking their rock hard shafts, which was particularly difficult since they weren’t in sync. Drunk on pleasure, musk and hormones, he lost track of time, happily letting the four mares have their way with him as long as they wanted. After what could have been minutes or hours for all he knew, the grunts and moans of his teachers became more earnest. Their thrusts and strokes grew more erratic. His arms were weak, and his insides felt like they were melting. And with the onset of a tickling sensation behind his feet, he knew what was sure to be a massive orgasm was drawing close...

Then, the dam broke. Roars erupted from their mouths as they started cumming, letting their infertile seed blast inside him. Thunderlane felt his insides get painted creamy white as numerous jets of cum were let loose. He could also feel the cocks in his hands start to throb as they reached their own peaks. The fur on his back was matted down as he was coated in a massive layer of seed. All of this happening made his mind shut off for a brief second as he reached his own peak. The sensations he was going through were hard to explain. The best way he could describe it was that it was… Different. Never before had his body been flooded by this kind of pleasure, and it was far better than anything he had experienced as a stallion. His muscles tensed as he lost control, giving in to this immense state iif nirvana.

As they all finished, they pulled out of the young pegasus, letting him fall somewhat gracelessly to the floor. A splashing sound rang through the room as he landed in a pool of leftover cum. The sensory overload was too much to bear and left him absolutely exhausted, so while he wasn't a big fan of resting on the floor, he made do. Just when he saw about to shut his eyes, he felt two pairs of hands lifting him from the ground. Looking to his sides, he saw Ms. Rarity and Ms. Cheerilee take it upon themselves to give him a helping hand, lifting him up and over to a couch conveniently placed at the other end of the room. He was gently lowered back-first onto the seat, letting him properly adjust to the new resting spot. Now satisfied, he could comfortably shut his eyes...

Just as he did that, he felt a large weight land on top of him. He tried to react, but his arms were pinned down to the couch. He was completely immobilized before he even knew what was going on. As he opened his eyes, he saw the pony holding him down was none other than Ms. Harshwhinny, her still-erect cock leaking pre onto his stomach as she ground it into his chest. But he couldn’t focus on that, as the fierce death glare she was giving him burned into his mind.

“What? You thought you were going to be done after just one round? And when two of your superiors only got to use your hands? Unacceptable…” Ms. Harshwhinny snarled. “I hope you're ready, cause we're going to be here a while.”

Thunderlane stumbled out the front door of the school, barely able to keep his balance on the way out. It felt like his legs just didn’t want to work properly, making him a wobbly, shaky mess. He couldn’t blame them. Every muscle in his body was sore and aching, and that included his legs.

He couldn’t tell exactly how long his teachers used him. It became such a blur after a while. Before he knew it, He was in the janitor’s closet getting cleaned up by the janitor. His phone had died since he went to detention, so the only indicator he had for the time was the surprisingly dark sky he was greeted with when he went outside. He could only imagine he had spent several hours in detention.

That thought, however, only made him worried. His parents were expecting him home at a certain time, and he was sure that time had passed. He had to hurry home if he were to get there before his parents could get too mad, but it was already difficult enough to move at any capacity. He knew his house was only a quarter of a mile away, but that felt like it was halfway across Equestria to his tired legs…

Just as things seemed hopeless, he saw a pair of headlights shine some light through the dark. He thought they would just pass the school, but to his surprise, the car parked itself directly in front of him. He looked at the car confusedly for a moment, not recognizing the vehicle from anywhere. It wasn’t until the window rolled down that he realized exactly who it was.

A rainbow mane immediately caught his eye as the window rolled down. Thunderlane had to keep a groan from passing his lips as he saw Rainbow dash in the driver’s seat. He really wasn’t all too fond of the idea of seeing her again, especially after yesterday’s detention. She was likely going to expect the same kind of ‘special treatment’ Ms. Sparkle made him give her, something Thunderlane didn’t want to think about right now.

That’s when he noticed somepony in the front passenger seat. Well, he shouldn't really say somepony. Sitting right next to Dash was the much larger griffon exchange student Gilda. He shouldn't really be surprised by her sight. Dash and Gilda have stuck together like glue since Gilda’s initial arrival. They’ve competed in almost all of the same sports teams, constantly trying to one-up each other. At the end of the day, however, they always were closer than anyone else in the school. Think of it like a friendly rivalry of sorts.

“Yo, you got all my texts, right? My parents are outta town for the week, so we‘re throwing a party at my place. You comin’ or what?” Rainbow Dash asked impatiently.

He knew full well about the party Dash was talking about. She had been messaging him incessantly throughout the day, trying to sell this party to him every chance she got. He, however had no interest in going with her. Even if he were into the idea of going with her, he was much too tired to want to do anything that high-energy. He would just walk away and ignore their offer…

...Well, he would, if his legs wanted to work right now.

He took one step away from the car, and his legs gave out under him, making him collapse on the sidewalk. He was relatively quick to catch himself, his arms landing under him to keep from slamming head-first into the pavement. He was quick to try and push himself back on his feet, but he saw both Dash and Gilda jump out of the car to his aid.

“Whoa, you alright lil guy? You’re not lookin’ too good...” Gilda asked, reaching a talon out to help him up.

“Ms. Sparkle must’ve been relentless today, huh?” Dash fretted, helping Thunderlane keep his balance.

“N-no, I’m fine…” Thunderlane mumbled, trying to deflect their concerns.

“Well you don’t look fine to me. Do you need a lift? We can get you outta here safe.” Dash offered.

As much as Thunderlane wanted to avoid Dash, he couldn’t think of an excuse to not get a ride. He was in no condition to get home the way he is. It would likely take him half the night if he tried alone. With no other choice, he nodded, accepting her offer.

“Great! Let me help you in the car.” Dash beamed.

With one arm draped around both their shoulders, Thunderlane walked to the back of the car. Gilda opened the back passenger-side door, while Dash guided him to the seat. When he got in the car, he got a good look at the interior. It wasn’t the newest car, but it at least looked like Dash knew how to take care of it. He couldn’t pay too much mind to it, however, as his eyelids became incredibly heavy the second he sat down. By the time Dash got in and started the ignition, Thunderlane was already drifting off to sleep.

Night 2: Paternity Roulette

Night 2: Paternity Roulette

Most people can agree that after a long, hard day at school, the best feeling is to lay down and take a long nap. No teachers, no crowded hallways, and no one to make fun of the way you dress. Just you, a pillow, and a warm blanket draped on top. Not even a mountain of homework could separate you from that carefree feeling.

Thunderlane, for the most part, fully understood that feeling. While it was pretty easy for him to handle the workload of high school life, the past two days had been especially “long” and “hard” for him. Seriously, the mares at school were relentless! It was one thing to have to wrap his brain around the fact that a lot of the mares at school had stallionhoods, but it’s something else entirely when they all seemed to want a piece of him. His whole body ached from all the abuse he’d received, and all he could think about was his nice, warm bed.

Unfortunately, he would have to wait a little longer for that bed. Until then, he would have to settle for the back seat of Rainbow Dash’s car. While it was unexpected, he really did appreciate her giving him a lift. He was worried her view of him would be tarnished after their first meeting going the way it did, but this ride home from school showed how nice she could be. Still, he couldn’t help but feel like he left something important back at school...

Several minutes passed, and Thunderlane started to get confused as to why the car hadn’t stopped yet. His house wasn’t too far from the school, so it should’ve only taken a minute or so to get there. He wanted to look out the window to see why they were still on the road, but he was far too tired for that. The comfortable black seat lulled him into a false sense of security, reassuring him that everything would be alright. After some self-assurance, he realized this would be the first time Dash had ever been to his house, so it wasn’t far fetched she got a little lost.

Right after he completed that thought, he felt the car come to a grinding halt, signaling they reached their destination. He took that as a temporary wake up call and attempted to sit up from where he was lying, but his muscles were too tired. Seeing this, Gilda, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, got out of the car and opened the door next to his spot. He felt the rough, taloned hands of the griffon pull him carefully out of the car and into her grip. As Gilda started to walk towards the house, he heard Rainbow Dash get out of the car to walk with her.

“He’s a cute lil guy, ain’t he?” Gilda said, eliciting a chuckle from Rainbow Dash.

This kind of comment surprised Thunderlane more than anything. Aside from their beautiful bodies, these two were known around the school for their brash and boastful attitudes. They went out of their way, day-in and day-out, to flex their immense athletic prowess, so the chances of hearing that kind of tender remark from either of them were very slim. The fact he got to recieve that kind of sentiment from them made him feel safe. If they were going to be this nice to him, then surely nothing could go wrong.

It wasn’t until Rainbow Dash opened the front door of the house, however, that he realized how wrong he was.

The first red flag was the loud, thumping hip hop music in the background. His parents were never a fan of loud noise in the house, especially after a certain hour. Even if his parents were fine with music, no one in his house, not even his little brother, listened to this kind of music. It was at that moment he realized something; something so important he instantly felt like an idiot for dismissing it so quickly.

He never told either of them where he lived.

He felt himself being carried towards the source of the music as he tried to force his eyes open. His eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the intense light of this foreign house, so he was forced to rely solely on his hearing. He heard another door open in front of him, releasing the source of the noise to his unexpecting ears.

A rap beat was drowned out in the background of pained grunts and lustful moans roaring throughout the room. The heavy smell of sex filled his nostrils as he was carried in the room. He didn’t need his eyes to know he was brought right in the middle of an orgy! He hoped that he could go home and avoid all the sex and nonsense, not get thrown back into it!

He should’ve known better than to trust Rainbow Dash. he should’ve just powered through it and walked home. His bed was so close, and he let it slip away so easily!

His eyes were finally able to adjust to the light not too long after he entered the room, and he was surprised by the rest of its occupants. Filling what he could only assume to be Rainbow Dash’s bedroom were the faces of an all-star lineup of some of Ponyville High School’s best female athletes. Applejack, Lightning Dust, Spitfire, and Fleetfoot were scattered around the room with faces of varying pleasure. When you put them together with Rainbow Dash and Gilda, you have six of the best examples of fitness, athleticism, and sex appeal in the entire school.

When he looked a little lower, he stumbled upon a sight he was unfortunately starting to become accustomed to. Each and every one of those mares were packing rods that would put any stallion to shame. Stumbling upon so many mares like this made him seriously question what he was taught in sex ed all those years ago. He knew how the reproductive systems worked, but he wondered how many women actually had their respective equipment. With what experience he now had with mares, it became hard to imagine there were very many. He then looked even lower, and was given a sight he never would’ve expected.

Taking the four girthy marecocks were Soarin, Flash Sentry, And Dumb-Bell, three of Thunderlane’s best friends. When Ms. Sparkle told Tunderlane about his friends’ ‘extracurricular activities’, he was extremely skeptical, unwilling to hold any of it with a grain of salt. Seeing what he does now, however, he couldn’t deny her words any longer. They had turned into absolute cock hungry sluts.

Soarin’ was on all fours on Rainbow Dash’s bed, taking Applejack’s dick in his throat with little effort. He never thought anyone could suppress their gag reflex enough to take something that large, but Soarin’ was taking it like a champ, bobbing his head all the way up and down her length with a little sway in his hips. Applejack, meanwhile, just sat there, letting the boy work while her head hung back.

Dumb-Bell, however, looked like he needed a little more assistance. He was kneeling in the corner of the room with Fleetfoot, her hands wrapped around either side of his head as she pushed herself down his gullet. He seemed surprisingly well trained in the act, no obvious signs of discomfort on his face as his airway was obstructed. He just grabbed onto her supple flanks, using them as handlebars as she lightly rocked her hips back and forth against his face.

Lastly, there was Flash Sentry. As usual, he seemed to be getting more attention from the mares. Thunderlane always knew Flash was a little more of a social butterfly than all his other friends. He was always bending over backwards to kiss up to the girls in the school, but right now, he seemed to be a little preoccupied kissing something else.

Thunderlane didn’t take Flash for much of a musician, but right now, he looked like a master of the rusty trombone. He was kneeling down directly behind Lightning with his muzzle buried deep in her rear. He used one hand to spread her cheek and get his face deeper, while the other hand reached between her legs and stroked the underside of her length. While he was doing that, Spitfire was kneeling behind him, grinding her length into the small of his back. Thunderlane could hear her purr as she used his ass like a hot dog bun for her oversized sausage.

“Sup, Ladies! Hope you don’t mind I brought a guest!” Rainbow dash shouted, catching the attention of most of the room. Soarin, however, seemed a little too preoccupied with the cock in his mouth.

“Hey, ain’t that little feller yer friend?” Applejack asked, tapping him on the head.

Soarin finally took that as reason to pull off her crotch, and look towards the doorway. When he locked eyes with Thunderlane, his eyes went wide like saucers.

“Th-Thunderlane?!” Soarin stammered, his face quickly becoming red as a tomato.

Thunderlane hung his head as Soarin continued to stare. Even though he was unknowingly brought here, he still felt a tint of shame being involved. Sure, feeling ashamed about his sexual encounters around his friends was like preaching to the choir given the situation, but embarrassment still lingered.

“Oh yeah, that’s yer little virgin friend, ain’t it? Now what in the hay is he doing here?” Applejack questioned.

“Trust me, He’s not the ‘little virgin friend’ anymore.” Rainbow Dash boasted. “His ass cherry is well beyond popped, and the boy knows how to eat ass too~”

Applejack’s ears perked up at that last comment.

“Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes then!” she chirped, shooing Soarin off the bed as she rolls onto all fours, pointing her rear toward Thunderlane. “That last practice had me sweatin’ harder than a potbelly pig in July. Ya think you could help me clean up a tid bit, lil feller?”

Gilda adjusted her grip to give Thunderlane a full view of the sight on Rainbow Dash’s bed. Applejack was a much larger mare than the other athletes in the room, which was understandable. All the other girls in the room were involved in sports that heavily relied on speed and agility, such as track or soccer. Applejack, however, was the team captain of the Ponyville wrestling team, a title usually given to someone much stronger. Needless to say, she had much more meat on the bones than the other ladies. When you hear that description, it's easy to assume she's a little on the chunky side, but that's far from the truth. Sure, she has some fat to help mold her curvaceous figure, but her athletic body was on full display.

At this particular moment, said display was highlighting two quite shapely legs. For someone who spent their whole life on an apple farm, Applejack was more pear-shaped than anything. Her broad hips descended to a pair of deliciously sculpted thighs. A life of farm work did wonders to her physique, giving her legs muscle definition most athletes could only dream of. There was a rumor around the school that she could pull a tree from the ground by just kicking it, and looking at how toned her legs were, she undoubtedly could.

But, of course, the main attraction was her large posterior. Two chiseled glutes resting atop the finely sculpted legs that were only born from a lifetime of hard labor and training. She had the perfect foal-bearing hips, if she even had the equipment to take a foal. Reaching back the orange pony pulled her cheeks apart, revealing the glistening pucker nestled within, slick with sweat.

“Well? You don't wanna keep a girl waiting, do you?” Gilda asked, carrying him over to the foot of the bed, and right next to Applejack. Thunderlane had little time to react as he was dropped, the soft cushion for Dash’s bed taking the force of the fall. Having just woke up, it still took his groggy mind a little time to process the sudden change. By the time he got to his hands and knees, however, he felt Gilda’s sharp talon grab a fistfull of his hair. With power on her side, she swiftly pushed his face into Applejack’s rear, his muzzle quickly getting enveloped in the soft cushion.

As much as he wanted to fight his way out of his current position, he knew better this time around. All control had successfully been taken from him, so the best he could do was roll with the punches. That brought him to the task at hand, that being the ass smothering his face. If she wanted him to clean her, he was going to make her spotless.

He took a quick whiff, and realized just how daunting the task would be. Her musk was strong; just as strong as you would think a wrestler’s musk would be. He could smell every ounce of blood, sweat and tears she collected in her practice radiating from her body, making his eyes slightly water. He really did have his work cut out for him…

He took a deep breath, setting aside his inhibitions as he let his tongue slip free from his mouth. He felt Applejack shudder as it made contact with her skin, making circles around her tight pucker. He continued this action, making sure to catch as much sweat on his tongue as he could. As his tongue collected more of her sweat, he could now confirm that the apple farmer did not, in fact taste like apples. As a matter of fact, her taste was as strong as her scent; the salty taste of her potent sweat sticking to her tongue. As he started getting into the motions, he felt the grip on his mane loosen, Gilda obviously satisfied with his progress. Steeling his resolve, and realizing he wouldn't be freed until the earth pony was satisfied, Thunder took to the task at hand.

Having gotten the area all around her ring, the then made the plunge straight into the source; sticking his tongue straight out, he gently prodded at her tight ring. The instant he did that, Applejack's ass went from a soft, pillowy cushion to two hard slabs of metal on either side of his muzzle. He heard her moan out loud as his face felt like it was being encapsulated by her flesh.

“Yee-haw! Git on in there an’ give ‘er a good ol’ spitshine!” Applejack chirped, reaching back with her hand to put more pressure to the back of his head.

She eventually eased her tensing muscles, freeing Thunderlane’s muzzle from it’s prison. His face was extremely sore from the sudden pressure, but he found himself more amused than anything. He never would've thought she was this sensitive. Everything he did elicited some kind of response from the farm pony. Every lap at her taint made her shudder. Every prod at her ring made her squeal. It was little things like this that reminded him that while she had the power, he was still the one that would make her a panting mess.

“Now that he’s preoccupied, I doubt he’ll mind if we take a look back here…” Rainbow dash chirped, grabbing the back of his boxers and jeans with both hands. Paying no mind to buttons, zippers, or anything else holding the garment up, the rainbow pegasus yanked them down below his knees, nearly ripping them in the process. That action, however, made the whole crowd go silent. All the chatter ceased entirely as they stared at his rear.

“H-hey girls? Why’d y’all go quiet all of a sudden?” Applejack implored.

“U-uh, you might wanna come back here and see this…’ Rainbow Dash muttered.

Applejack loosened her grip on Thunderlane’s head and started crawling off the bed, apparently losing interest in the rimjob she was receiving in favor of whatever was happening behind them. Thunderlane, however, wasn’t too amused by all this random attention his ass was being given. Did something happen on the way over here? Before he could ponder for too long, he felt his body tense. A drop of sweat rolled down his face as he realized what they were looking at.

In an instant, he realized that he left something very important back at school.

He shuddered as he felt two fingers prod at his labia; the labia replacing his stallionhood Ms. Sparkle said she was going to put back on his body. He completely froze where he was as questions traveled through his brain a mile a minute, but one question seemed to linger longer than the rest.

Did she simply forget to change be back to a stallion, or did she lie about the infertility spell? The thought made him feel sick to his stomach. Ms. Sparkle specified from the beginning that pregnancy was the only way to make the gender-swapping spell permanent, so to lie about making herself infertile in an attempt to make him more willing is beyond cruel.

No, Ms. Sparkle wouldn’t do that. Thunderlane reassured himself, rational thought finally kicking in. She might have a pretty heavy dom streak, but she would never do anything that cruel. You know she cares about you.

Thunderlane took a deep breath to collect himself. While he was not in the clear, he was at least sure he could get his stallionhood back. He trusted Ms. Sparkle, and that he could still go back to his normal self. First, however, he needed to find a way to get out of here and back home unscathed.

“The hell? I swear I thought I saw he had dick yesterday...” Rainbow Dash blurted out, breaking Thunderlane’s train of thought.

“Well you said Ms. Sparkle did most of the plowing, right? You probably didn’t notice.” Gilda guessed.

“Yeah, but Ms. Sparkle kept talking about how much she wanted ‘his ass’ throughout the whole meeting!” Dash exclaimed.

“Just because she says she wants his ass doesn’t exclusively mean she’s talking about his asshole. That comment could mean anything.” Spitfire stated.

As they were arguing, Thunderlane felt the two fingers at his rear insert themselves inside his marehood. Thunderlane jumped at the intrusion, immediately flipping over and sitting on his rear. Since his hands were no longer holding him up, he used them to cover his now-exposed genitals. He knew it wouldn’t do anything to stop the mares’ predatory stares, but it at least gave him the illusion of control.

Now that he was turned around, he saw that Applejack was the one who was fingering him. She was squatted down closest to the bed with two fingers out, obviously still surprised by his sudden reaction. When he looked past the line of mares, he saw his friends’ reactions to all the commotion. As he expected, they were all in absolute shock. I mean, who wouldn’t be? They just found out, or they think they just found out, that one of their best friends had been lying about their gender for years. He could only imagine the kind of shock that must be rattling their minds…

That thought, however, was halted by Applejack’s sudden laughter.

“Aww, she’s bashful!” Applejack chuckled.

“Wait, did you just say ‘she’?” Lightning Dust asked confusedly.

“Well she ain’t a he, is she?” Applejack announced. “Ah always had a sneakin’ suspicion ‘bout her. A boy don’t usually have hips like those, an’ no good fer nothin’ stallion spends so much time avoidin’ ponies. Ponies don’t hide that much unless they’re hidin’ somethin’, and she was hidin’ the fact that she was, is, and always will be a mare!”

Thunderlane couldn’t help but blush after Applejack finished her rant. He always knew he was a little more feminine in appearance than the average stallion, but to think that people actually thought he was a mare! The thought was absurd, outlandish even! He had always used the colts’ locker rooms, bathrooms, and done nothing that he saw as out-of-the-ordinary for a stallion of his age. Why would anyone think he was a mare?

To his surprise, it seemed a lot of the other mares in the room shared the same view as Applejack. He looked around the room, and saw all of them nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, to be honest, I kinda had a sneaking suspicion. She never quite looked like a stallion, but I guess somepony might get confused. I doubt there are a lot of ponies that care enough to notice.” Lightning Dust said, breaking the short silence.

“What I don’t get is why she would want to hide it for so long. She’d probably be a lot less lonely with other mares as friends...” Fleetfoot added.

“She does it because she can,” Gilda interjected. “It’s like when my cousins up in Cloudsdale rob from ponies. They do it because they know they’re way stronger and faster than the average pegasus up there, so it’s way less likely they’d get caught.”

Rainbow Dash then snaps her fingers, silencing the discussion. “So what you’re saying is, if we want her to stop disguising herself as a stallion, we have to make it harder for her to get away with it?” she concluded.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what i’m saying. Did you have something in mind?” Gilda asked.

“Well, what is one of the most obvious giveaways that you’re looking at a mare?” Dash hinted.

That question made the other futa mares’ eyes light up as a mischievous grin was plastered on each of their faces. It seemed all of them were on the same page, which only served to scare Thunderlane. Rainbow Dash then made a b-line toward Thunderlane, stopping right in front of him at the foot of the bed. He gulped as she towered over him, asserting her dominance over the smaller stallion. To make matters worse, he was sitting at eye level with the mare’s gargantuan cock, already at full mast after such a short time. He could already tell where this was going, which made his heart skip a beat.

“Hey ladies, how would you feel about a quick game of paternity roulette?” Dash chanted.

“W-wait! What’s pa-MMRPH!”

Rainbow Dash quickly pulled one of her thigh high socks off and balled it up, shoving it in Thunderlane’s mouth before he could finish asking the question. The large piece of cloth strained his jaw, and was increasingly difficult to remove from his mouth. The sock, however, was just a distraction for what Rainbow Dash was really trying to do.

Thunderlane suddenly felt himself being pushed into the bed as Rainbow Dash held him down. His first instinct was to fight against this new pressure on top of him, but Dash was far too strong. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't push her off. She had him expertly pinned to the bed, seemingly without any effort.

“Grab some towels out of the bathroom! Let’s tie this little lady up!” Dash ordered. After a few towels were brought into the bedroom, the team got to work on binding him. They started by flipping him upside down so that he was resting on the back of his neck. They then tied one towel to each of his ankles and wrists, and tied the other ends to the two bed posts at the foot of the bed.

Thunderlane tried to struggle throughout the whole ordeal, but it was hopeless. There was just one of him against six of them, and that’s forgetting all their athletic backgrounds. Even if he got the help of his friends, it would’ve taken a miracle to free himself from his bindings. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a miracle.

The end result had him forced into a piledriver position by his binds. The towels around his ankles spread his legs almost painfully wide, showing what lay between them to everyone in the room. All of them seemed satisfied with their handiwork. All except one, that is.

“Damn, we forgot to take her shirt off...” Spitfire mumbled.

“It doesn’t matter. Not like it’s covering anything important.” Dash dismissed, kneeling down to test the binds on his wrists.

When Dash was done testing his restraints, she got her face right up into his ear. The feeling of her warm breath against his ear was enough to make his hairs stand on end as she held her head in place.

“Do you know what paternity roulette is?” she whispered in a seductive tone.

All Thunderlane could do was let out a muffled groan. His mouth was still stuffed with Dash’s wadded-up sock, making any other noise impossible.

“I’ll take that as a no. Well, the game is simple: all six of us are gonna cum inside your sweet, little pussy. All you have to do is get pregnant! Then, in nine months, when the baby is born, we’ll do a DNA test to see which one of us made you a mommy. So basically, whoever knocks you up tonight wins! Doesn’t that sound fun?” she instructed, her lustful tone burning into his skull.

Thunderlane felt like he was going to have a heart attack after hearing that description. Of all the things that could possibly happen tonight, why did it lead to this? What would other people think? Everypony in the school knew him as a stallion, how would they respond to that kind of curve-ball? How was he supposed to explain this kind of thing to his parents? All these questions danced around in his head, which only made this situation all the more stressful.

“Good! Glad to hear you’re on board!” she beamed, giving him a friendly tap on the cheek before standing back up.

“Alright, I’d say she’s ready!” Rainbow dash announced.

“Should there be any rules?” Spitfire asked.

“Yeah, but just two,” Dash affirmed. “First, we can only use her to finish. There are six of us, and we wanna make every drop of seed count. If we’re all thrusting inside her, more of the seed is gonna spill everywhere, giving an unfair advantage to whoever finishes last.”

“Ah, you’re only saying that cause you know you’re a quick shooter!” Lightning Dust barked.

“Shut the fuck up, Lightning.” Dash snapped back.

Thunderlane felt his eyes bulge out of his head at what he was witnessing. The thought the idea of him becoming pregnant was enough to scare the life out of him, but the fact that they were putting so much effort into this seemed to scare him more. They were setting up rules and trash talking each other like this was a game of backyard football to them. It made him wonder if they had done something like this before; a thought that he immediately wanted to throw out of his mind as soon as it showed up.

“Movin’ on… Ah reckon that’s why you flipped her upside down too?” Applejack questioned.

“Yeah, I wanna try filling her womb up like a big cum balloon. Plus, I think it’s important for our little mom-to-be to have an up close and personal view of her baby’s conception!” Dash joked.

“Also, second rule, we all only get one chance to cum inside her, so make it count!” Dash exclaimed. “Now, If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some ‘warming up’ to do...”

She finished that statement by walking back to the three boys, and grabbing a firm handful of Flash Sentry’s ass. He gasped at the sudden grope, only to feel her use her hold to pull him in closer, quickly forcing her tongue in his mouth as soon as his face was within distance. Thunderlane would've reeled back at the sudden intrusion, but Flash seemed to welcome it, letting the tongue snake around his mouth while his own tongue wrestled hers. While he was distracted, Lightning Dust sneaked up behind Flash and pushed two fingers up his tailhole. His surprised gasp was muffled by Rainbow Dash’s tongue, though he quickly recovered. While she worked his ass with one hand, Lightning Dust used her other to tug and squeeze Flash’s balls none too gently, smirking every time she made him groan or whimper.

He looked over to Soarin’, and saw he was already on his knees before Spitfire and Fleetfoot, jerking them off with one hand each. Their cocks and balls were drenched in his saliva, a telltale sign that his eager tongue had already been all over them. Soarin had the tip of Fleetfoot’s cock in his mouth, nursing it like a giant pacifier even as he jerked her off. Fleetfoot’s eyes were closed, wearing a pleased and relaxed expression on her face while she thrust her hips into his face, as if by instinct. Spitfire was much less patient and grit her teeth while practically humping the side of Soarin’s head, waiting for her turn. Soon enough Soarin switched and wrapped his lips around Spitfire’s member instead, but that only encouraged Spitfire to thrust her hips even harder. Back and forth he went, servicing each mare for ten seconds or so before switching.

When he looked back to Flash, he saw that things had very quickly escalated. Rainbow Dash’s tongue was no longer in his mouth; in fact, his head wasn’t even facing hers. Dash’s full attention was on his ass, which she was already pushing her full length inside. She had him bent over, his face directly in the crotch of Lightning Dust. Lightning took advantage of his more vulnerable state, grasping onto either side of his neck as she plowed into his throat. He gagged weakly as her cock ravaged his throat, his lips moping the mingled saliva from her member with each thrust.

Lastly, there was Dumb-Bell. He was the biggest stallion of the group, his brawn at one point earned him considerable praise from around the school. Compared to Applejack and Gilda, however, he looked like David against two sexy female Goliaths. They easily overpowered him, laying him out on his back and letting him have it. Gilda held his legs apart as she plowed down into his ass, while Applejack swabbed his throat, making it bulge obscenely with every deep thrust.

If his mouth wasn’t gagged, his jaw would be gaping right now. Never in a million years would he think to see his friends in such a debaucherous state. He had known them since he was a little colt, yet here they were, the sound of their muffled moans burning into his brain. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but a part of him felt oddly jealous. How long had his friends been getting used by these mares? he wondered as he surveyed the depravity. None of them certainly seemed to mind, their cocks bobbing and bounding about as they serviced the ladies attending them.

His attention was broken, however, as he felt something wet trickle down onto his chin. Looking up he saw that the source of the moisture was coming from none other than himself. In between his legs, he saw beads of moisture shining in the light as it dropped from his labia.

A-Am I getting turned on by this? he asked himself, dumbfounded that it was even a possibility. Frustration filled his body as he started to get fed up with this new equipment he was given. He seemed to have no control of it, sometimes acting as if it had a mind of its own. He decided that with nothing else to focus on he would look back to his friends, taking his attention away from his bothersome pussy.

When he watched his friends get speared, however, he thought there was something off about how the dickmares were using them. Call it intuition, but they’re going a bit… easier on them than he expected. From his experience on the receiving end, he knows they will go as hard as possible. They want to pound you into the ground, and make sure you remember the feeling the next morning.

He just wasn’t seeing that same level of ferocity in front of him. There was plenty of power behind their thrusts, of course. You’re gonna get that when you’re as strong as these mares are. However, rather than focussing on powering through the holes before them, they were going as fast as they possibly can. It’s almost as if they’re trying to push themselves to their climaxes as quickly as possible.

That’s when the reality of the situation finally sunk in. They couldn’t care less about dominating the three stallions they were fucking. They were a warm-up; they were a set of sex toys to help them reach their edge. An edge that he was waiting on the other side of. In the end, they were just pieces of equipment to help the futa mares reach their end goal of cumming inside him, and it was no longer a matter of if.

It was a matter of when.

Every minute that ticked by felt like an hour as Thunderlane’s breathing started to quicken. The sound of Ms. Sparkle saying ‘It’s only permanent if you get knocked up’ played over and over in his head as he tried one last time to break out of his bonds, but in the end, it was fruitless. There was no hope of him escaping his fate. He tried to calm his breath and ready himself for what was about to happen, but he knew he would never be fully ready. However, he knew whether he was ready or not, they would still come one by one and play their game.

His train of thought was broken as he saw Lightning Dust hilt herself inside Flash Sentry’s throat. After holding it inside for a few long seconds, she pulled her length all the way out, leaving Flash a heaving, coughing mess. Lightning then shuffled her way over to Thunderlane, jerking herself with her right hand the whole way there. This is it... Thunderlane thought to himself as she quickly closed the distance.

“Quick shooter, eh, Lightning?” Rainbow Dash teased, still pounding away at Flash Sentry’s ass at breakback speeds.

“S-shut the fuck up, Dash.” Lightning Dust spat back, enticing laughter from all the mares in the room.

After dealing with the teasing behind her, Lightning Dust directed her attention back to Thunderlane. For a brief moment, they locked eyes. The captor, and the prey. Thunderlane knew she could be his last chance of getting out of here, and getting his stallionhood back. Lightning, however, spat on that possibility before he could think about it long enough to get hopeful.

“Kiss ‘em for good luck, won’t ya?” she purred as she squatted over his face.

He felt the coarse, sweaty skin of her supple sack rub against his face as she toyed with him. He’s had to worship plenty of balls today, but this particular pair scared him more than all the ones before. They weren’t the biggest, and they weren’t the muskiest, but they were far more powerful. Ms. Sparkle was kind enough to make the balls before infertile, but she had no control over the sack before him. He knew that this was one of the six pairs of balls that would decide whether he could live his normal life as a stallion, or be changed forever into a mare.

Lightning Dust then lifted herself off of his face, leaving it damp with her musky ball sweat. She climbed up onto the bed and lined her member up with his soaked entrance. After a brief second of prodding, she was able to slide into his pussy with ease. He winced as she just kept pushing until he felt her tip scrape against his cervix. Thunderlane looked up in amazement to see the medial ring still remained out in the open, even with her tip poking his innermost barrier. Lightning then grabbed the last half foot of her cock still out in the open, and started feverishly stroking herself into him. Thunderlane panted as he felt her cock jostle around inside his tunnel with every stroke of her hand.

Thunderlane knew exactly what was going on above him, but he couldn’t look away. His eyes froze on the underside of the shaft, watching cautiously for any signs of its imminent release. All the while, her balls were swaying back and forth recklessly with each stroke of her hand. Having his face be this close to the action really made him think about what Rainbow Dash said at the start of all this. He very well could be seconds away from watching the conception of his child, a thought that only made his heart race faster.

Suddenly, Thunderlane could feel Lightning’s flared tip expand further against his cervix. The moment of truth was finally upon him. He saw her pumping hand reach another gear, moving fast enough to slightly blur in his vision. He could hear her breathing getting heavy as she finally reached her edge.

Then, for a moment, she stopped. She tightly gripped her cock right where it met with his pussy. For a brief second, everything was calm. But that was the calm before the storm. He saw her balls clench, heavily churning her thick seed. Immediately after, he saw the underside of her length visibly bulge out as it carried her seed down her length. Thunderlane gulped, tensing his body as he prepared for a tidal wave.

And a tidal wave it was.

She let out a loud, lustful groan as cum shot out her length, and directly into his womb. Just from that first spurt, he could feel how thick her cum was compared to the teachers from before. It’s as if the addition of sperm cells is enough to make cum go from a sticky liquid to a thick goo. The thickness of her cum was enough to make him feel full after only a couple of jets, yet rope after rope after rope of her baby batter continued to shoot out her tip into its designated destination.

A minute goes by, and finally the flood begins to subside. Lightning gave her shaft a final few pumps to ensure she was thoroughly milked dry before she stepped off the edge of the bed, letting gravity roughly pull her cock out of Thunderlane’s snatch. He winced as the length landed on his face, the softening member smacking him across the muzzle and slathering it in their combined juices. He felt his face sting as she left it there, slowly shrinking back into her sheath.

Thunderlane felt his mind grow cloudy as Lightning let her musk invade his nostrils. Being upside down for so long had also made more blood rush to his head, which didn’t help him much in that aspect. All he could think about was just how full he was. He had only taken one of their loads and his womb already felt bloated.

He looked past the cock on his face to his pussy, and was amazed to find that not a drop of seed was leaking out. With the size of the load, he would’ve expected at least a little of it to escape. Looks like Dash’s plan worked, being upside down did make his womb like an inescapable cum balloon! Knowing that, however, made him anxious. Just how much cum would he be able to take in this position?

Before he could dwell on that for too long, however, he felt Lightning Dust pick her half-flaccid cock up off his face and started wiping the rest of the excess juices off on his cheeks. He felt his fur stick to his face as she used it as a simple cum rag.

“Hope you like child support, bitch. ‘Cause that’s the closest thing you’re gonna get to a dad outta me!” she cackled, letting those harsh words sink in as she walked away.

With Lightning Dust gone, Thunderlane felt he had a moment to relax. He let his head hang back and took a couple deep breaths. Hopefully, he could clear his head a little bit before the next mare walked over. When he looked back, however, he saw that he had no such time to relax.

He watched as Gilda sauntered over in his direction, her massive talons grabbing her strange looking cock. Her cock was smaller than the other mares in the room, but that didn’t mean her cock wasn’t absolutely massive. She was packing easily over a foot of griffon meat, with a weird, mushroom-like tip at the end. He also couldn’t help but notice the tuft she had running along the underside of her ballsack. He mentally chuckled as he thought of it like a little mohawk for her balls.

When she reached the bed, she didn’t waste her time teasing him like Lightning Dust did. She just got on the bed and lined herself up with his entrance like it was business as usual. That, however, is where the differences stopped. She quickly slid her length inside of him, only stopping when her mushroom tip reached the entrance of his womb. Then, with one hand, she began jerking the base of her cock still outside his wet cunt.

Thunderlane tried to hold back a moan as he felt Gilda’s rounded tip rub against his g-spot. He didn’t know why, but his whole body was slowly becoming more sensitive. Every slight touch was met with a shiver down his spine. He could feel her heartbeat through her shaft, which only further put his nerves on edge.

He didn’t have to wait long for the second load of cum to start flowing into him. There wasn’t as much warning to her impending orgasm, as he just found out her mushroom tip doesn’t expand like a horsecocks’. If he wasn’t flipped upside down and forced to look up at her clenching balls, he would’ve had no pretense before the jets of cum shot into her. He was slowly becoming a panting mess as he felt his womb expanding; stretching to make room for the high volume of cum making its way inside. He swore he could see his stomach ever-so-slightly distend as he was forced to take more and more.

After another minute, Thunderlane felt Gilda’s orgasm come to a grinding halt. she then stepped off the bed, and knelt down next to his face. He gulped as she leaned uncomfortably close, looking him straight in the eyes and giving him a cheeky smirk.

“You know, I’m pretty sure you’re gonna want me to be the dad. DNA tests are a pain in the ass, and it’ll be pretty obvious if I’m the dad!” Gilda joked, lightly slapping him on the cheek as she laughed her way out of his view.

As much as he wondered how Gilda knew about DNA tests, he couldn’t help but think about what the crossbreed between a pony and griffon would be. The outcome his brain came up with ended up being too silly to be real… He hoped. He didn’t know why, but that thought only made the fire in his marehood burn hotter.

Now that he thought about it, his insides were a lot hotter than they were a while ago. The pressure of all the semen packed in his womb made him feel all the heat radiating off it. It was almost like all the cum was brewing in his melting pot of a womb. He savored the warm, full feeling he had in his abdomen. He was so full, yet for some reason, he couldn’t shake this empty feeling he had at the same time.

Just as that thought popped into his head, he heard several pairs of footsteps heading in his direction. He lowered his head to look back, and found that all four of the remaining mares were all making their way over to him, leaving his friends all passed out in a pool of their own cum. He felt his heartbeat rise again, but this time it wasn’t out of fear. Sure, he still felt anxious, but he felt himself slightly anticipating this. For some reason, he now wanted to see just how full these mares could make him.

The next one up on the bed was Fleetfoot. Sticking to the same formula as her friends before, she pushed her cock into his pussy, leaving just enough hanging out to jerk with. Thinking back, Thunderlane thought they were just joking when they came up with rules for this competition, but they’re taking those rules to heart. They’re trying to give every drop of spunk, every sperm cell an equal opportunity to fertilize him, and they felt stroking themselves into him was the best way to accomplish that.

When Fleetfoot’s orgasm hit, it was a lot harder to feel that the two before. While her flaring head was very distinct, her cum was becoming harder to notice with how full his stomach was becoming. The most he could feel was the heat radiating off each rope of cum shot into him, and the stretching of his womb to make room for it. As it started to subside a minute later, he couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. He didn't know why, but he was starting to get an urge for more.

Having no further use for him, she quickly pulled out of his cunt and hopped off the bed, quickly walking out of his view. There was no emotion; no passion or finesce could be found in any of her actions. She just gracelessly dumped her seed inside of him, and walked away. For Thunderlane, that action spoke volumes about what he was to these mares. He was nothing more than a cum receptacle; a hole for them to dump their seed into, and nothing more.

No more than a second passed before he could see Applejack’s figure make its way into his line of sight. She didn’t stay in his sight for long, however, as droplets of sweat cascading on his face temporarily forced his eyes closed. Her practice today couldn’t have been the only reason she was this sweaty, she really broke a sweat on Dumb-Bell! He felt her sweat run down his face, marking him with her scent as she pushes herself into his folds.

He feels her sweat roll off his face, only to be replaced by more coming off her swinging orbs. He wasn’t going to be able to wipe it off from over his eyes with his arms bound, so he was rendered temporarily blind. Because of that, he was forced to rely on his other senses as they were ambushed on all fronts. His nose was assaulted by the heavy musk painting his face and the underside of Applejack’s balls. His ears were filled with the wet slapping and heavy panting as the mares all masturbate around him. Most of all, his nerves were on fire as each throb of the cock inside him put him closer to his own edge.

The gag in his mouth was the only thing keeping him from screaming as he felt her tip flare out hard as it shot out its load. All his muscles tensed around her cock, milking her for every drop she had. Every pump of seed he took only served to further turn his brain into mush; a putty for the mares around him to mold into whatever they wish. He had no control, yet he was in absolute bliss.

“Would you hurry up? I’m about to burst!” He faintly heard Spitfire whine.

“F-fuckin’ hold yer horses!” Applejack groaned, her orgasm adding a little bit of spice to her country tongue.

When Applejack’s load finally came dribbling to a stop, she quickly pulled out and hopped off the bed, allowing who he could only assume to be Spitfire to hop on mere seconds later. Of all the ponies, her motions were the most hurried and careless, taking no regard for his comfort as she forced herself inside him. He winced as her girth roughly scraped against his cavern. Then, to his surprise, he felt her head expand almost as soon as she pushed herself in. He should’ve expected this, knowing just how long she must’ve been edging herself for this. Building herself up as long as she did had done a number on her stamina, and she was more than ready to blow.

Spitfire let out a loud, angry moan as she came prematurely, unleashing yet another torrent of seed directly into his womb. Thunderlane could feel the pressure inside him become almost too much to handle as she added more to the melting pot. He still couldn’t quite open his eyes yet, but he knew with how much he could feel his womb stretching, it had to be noticeable at this point. As far as he could tell not a single drop of cum had been spilled, so he had to be swelling at least a little bit.

“Aaaaaah~” Spitfire let out a satisfied sigh as she came down from her high, clearly relieved to not be as pent up. Having no further use for Thunderlane, she pulled out and joined the others. For a moment, nothing happened. Thunderlane became curious as he heard shuffling around him. He wished he could open his eyes and look around at what they were doing but he knew the moment he opened them, sweat would burn them shut again.

That’s when he felt a piece of cloth get pressed against his face. He was surprised at first, but after he felt it get rubbed into his fur, he knew they were just using it to dry his face. The soft cloth wiped his face of all the juices it had collected up to this point in such a compromising position. It’s unlikely it would wipe away the smell, but at least it wouldn’t matt down his fur. Plus, with the area around his eyes now dry, he could now open them worry free.

It took a moment for his eyes to re-adjust to the light after the towel was lifted, but when he did, one thing filled his view: Rainbow Dash’s snide grin.

“Remember what I said earlier, slut? We wanted to give you a perfect view of when your baby is made! You can’t have your eyes closed for this!” Dash joked, clearly trying to tease him further. “Now, I want you to watch closely. This is gonna be the biggest moment of your life!”

Thunderlane watched intently as Rainbow dash stepped onto the foot of the bed, the 6th and final cock lining up with his entrance. He saw her cyan cock push its way into his depths, taking note of every vein that disappeared inside him. As soon as the cock bumped against his cervix, she brought her left hand up to her cock to stroke the base, making her balls bounce tantalizingly close to his face. He wanted desperately to reach up just a little bit and take one of those big, juicy orbs in his mouth, but alas, they were just out of reach. His mouth watered around his gag as his binds held him less than a foot away from his prize.

However, it wasn’t the balls themselves that were his prize, its what was inside them. Tens of millions of sperm cells swam around in her sack, all eagerly awaiting their moment to escape. They prepare to fight the many liters of cum already swirling around inside him for the chance to fertilize whatever egg they find. He had completely forgotten why he was so afraid of this before. He wanted to feel all their warm cum sloshing around inside him.

He wanted them to make him a mama.

He saw Dash’s hand stop moving as he felt her fat cock head flare deep inside him. He saw her balls clench repeatedly above his head, preparing her cum for its departure. However, that was just one part of her body he saw tense up. There were muscles he barely knew about flexing above him as Dash tensed up, her body preparing for the massive load she was about to release.

That’s when the underside of Dash’s cock bulged out, letting the biggest load yet travel down her length.

He felt it shoot out of her tip like a cannon, slicing through all the thick cum inside her womb and bouncing off the other side. He threw his head back in ecstasy, moaning as loud as he could at the euphoric feeling. He clamped his walls down tightly around the shaft, trying desperately to milk her of every drop she had. His tightened walls could feel every throb of her cock in greater detail. He swore he could almost feel every rope of seed traveling down her length as her cock continued to throb.

But, of course, all good things must come to an end at some point. After a couple of minutes, Rainbow’s balls, just like all the balls before her, were spent. As she started to pull out, Thunderlane’s own belly had his full attention. His eyes went wide as he saw just how stretched it was. It looked like he was two months pregnant! He could only watch in awe, amazed by how full he was from just six mares. A dozen stallions could only dream of getting somepony this full!

Your belly will look just as big in another 2 months. he thought to himself. That thought made a shiver go down his spine.

Suddenly, he felt something wet trickle down in between his legs. Looking up further, he saw exactly what it was. Shining through her labia was a rather large glob of cum. Thick and viscous, it crawled its way out to the open air. He marveled at the drop as it descended from its depths, wondering whose DNA was inside. Hell, that drop of cum could belong to any mixture of the six mares who relieved themselves inside him. He could only wonder as it continued so fall.

After a short while, he realized the dribble would land directly over his covered mouth. As he realized that, he saw Dash’s blue hand obscure his view as it pulled the gag out of his mouth. He panted heavily, finally able to get some fresh air with her muske sock out of range. Even while he was panting, his eyes followed the drop’s descent. It moved slower than molasses, continuing to fall while barely hanging onto his tunnel by a thread. As it started to fall closer and closer to his face, he thought about the salty-yet-sweet flavor he would be graced with. He held his tongue out, ready to take the treat he knew he deserved.

Before it could land on his tongue, however, he saw the same cyan hand from before block it. Dash caught the drop with two fingers and lifted it away, leaving Thunderlane whimpering in disappointment. That disappointment quickly turned to surprise, however, as she brought it up to what was in her other hand. She was holding onto an absolutely massive buttplug, at least a half foot long and a couple inches thicker than all the cocks he had taken at its base. He saw her take the glob of cum on her fingers and smear it all around the surface of the sex toy, likely trying to lube it up.

When she felt satisfied with her handiwork, she lined it up to the entrance of his pussy. After a little bit of effort, the plug began to ease its way inside him. He winced as the plug started getting closer to its thicker base, stretching him further than he’s ever been stretched before. It took a decent amount of effort, but eventually, Dash finally pushed the base past his resistance, forcing a yelp out of his mouth. He watched as his labia closed around the thin part between the base of the toy and the grip, locking the plug inside him.

“We can’t waste a single drop, remember?” Rainbow Dash chuckled, patting him on the head. She then backed up with the rest of the line of dickmares, and admired their handiwork.

“Now all we gotta do is let that plug stay in overnight, and the bun should start baking!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed.

“Yeah, if she doesn’t get pregnant from this, then this bitch is sterile!” Lightning Dust joked, getting a chuckle out of a couple of them.

“Yeah, this game was fun an’ all, but can we let her loose? She didn’ even get t’ finish cleanin’ me earlier.” Applejack coaxed impatiently.

"I've got something for her to clean too..." Fleetfoot purred, stroking her wet cock for emphasis, a fresh bead of precum already leaking out.

"And I think I'll have a round with her other hole" Gilda said, licking her beak and eyeing Thunderlane's tailhole predatorily.

"Same here, I'm nowhere near done with this bitch!" Spitfire declared.

Thunderlane gulped. Maybe he wasn't going to get any sleep after all...