Thunderlane shook nervously as he stepped into the palace kitchen, clutching the note in his mouth. Was this for real? What were the odds that he would be chosen for this honor. Well, it didn't bear thinking about, after all, it had happened.
"May I help you?" asked a mare in a flour-covered apron.
He quickly passed her the note. "Ah... I'm expected... h-here tonight."
"The mare, a unicorn, lifted the paper in her magic and squinted at it. Then her face lit up. "Oh. You're the dinner guest. Of course. Silly me. Well, come along stud, let's get you prepared."
She paused in mid step to turn around and glance between his hind legs. "Okay, good. Stud it is. We once had a gelding walk in here by accident. Can you imagine the chaos?"
Thunderlane swallowed. "N-not really, ma'am."
The mare chuckled. "Well. You've got a nice plump pair of foal-makers. Have you made any foals yet?"
Thunderlane was taken aback by the questioning. "W-what?"
The mare chuckled yet again. "I'm asking if you've sired any offspring."
The stallion sighed and shook his head. "Er. No... I get the ladies, sure, but..."
"Ah, your soda's flat," the mare nodded in understanding. "That probably why your here."
The pegasus' ears drooped in a disheartened fashion. "Yes ma'am."
The mare nodded. "Well. It's for the best. Sorry, but, while you're here you must refrain from touching yourself. We're going to get you plenty pent and dressed up before dinner tonight. Starting of course with... this."
A gallon of pineapple juice was set before the stallion. "Drink it. All of it. I'll be back in a bit to make sure everything is prepared for you arrival."
The stallion looked at the jug for a minute. His mouth was dry from worry, and the mare's comments were no help. He took a couple deep breaths before grabbing the juice in both hooves and chugging the bottle like a champion. In less than a minute it was all empty and he had quenched his thirst.
The mare returned shortly after. "Oh, good. Sometimes we have to... encourage the stallions to finish the whole jug. But, you're a real trooper. Now, come along, the part's very important."
He found himself led into a back section of the kitchens, mostly empty save for a large butcher block in the center and meat hooks hanging from the rafters. It was also very clean. You eat off of the floors. And the knives that hung on the walls were well taken care of and sharp.
He gulped as the mare grabbed one of the knives and swished it experimentally. He couldn't help back take a single step back. She looked at him and laughed. "Silly stallion. I'm not going to hurt you. I apologize for the scare. I just love swinging the knives every time I come into this room. Now come on, on your hind legs, let's get you tied off."
She pulled out a length of rope from a small bag she wore at her side. She then tied it around his forehooves and then hooked the center of the rope with the dangling meat hooks. She smiled and gave his belly a pat.
"Not too tight, I hope. Celestia would be mad if I accidentally hurt you." She then reached her magic into the bag again and pulled out a straight razor. "Now. This is going to be delicate and precise. Don't move. If you have to sneeze, tell me. If you have to cough , tell me. You have are about to have any kind of involuntary movement, tell me."
"Yes, ma'am," Thunderlane gulped, his mouth going dry again.
"Alright," said the mare, leaning in close to be more precise. "I'm going to start with your delicates to get them out of the way first. Stay still."
And he did. He felt the cold, paper thin blade glide expertly over his scrotum, removing the hair and leaving behind soft pink flesh. The mare was very gentle and precise in her motions, and constantly looking up at his face to make sure she wasn't putting unnecessary upon him. Then she was done.
"Good, stallion," she smiled, leaning in to give a kiss to the tip of his cock, which had become erect during the process. "Oh, don't blush. Most stallion get an erection at this point. Fear/excitement, it's really the same chemical wise."
She gave his cock another kiss and a short lick. "Ah. Well, it's too bad you didn't have much going for you. You've got a nice piece of equipment here. Starting to feel a little pent up already? Be honest."
The stallion nodded.
The mare grinned. "Good. There will be no relief either. We're paid good money to make sure of it."
"We?" the stallion asked. Up until now, it had just been him and her.
She nodded. "Of course. My two assistants are going to be preening your wings quite thoroughly while I shave the rest of your fabulous body."
Thunderlane turned his head to see two pegasus mares excitedly looking at him. Cute things too. They quietly trotted up to him and began stroking his wings, enticing them to stand out straight.
"Such an obedient colt," one cooed as she began pushing her muzzle into his soft feathers and delicately pull them out one by one.
"So willing," said the other, doing the same.
The first mare snickered at the display and began the process of a full-body shave. Starting with his cutie marks. They weren't needed anymore. One skillful stroke each and they were gone forever. Every now and then she would take a moment to kiss or lick his throbbing member to make sure he remained on that perfect edge.
It wasn't long before the three mares had removed every single hair and feather from his body. Now silky smooth flesh was all the remained, the mares couldn't help slide a hoof or two over his bare form.
The unicorn smiled in satisfaction and bid the other mares to leave. "And send for Butterscotch to come here."
"Yes, Chef Cleaver," the both said in unison as they left.
Cleaver, as she was called turned her attention back to the stallion. "Okay, lets get you down from there."
Thunderlane was surprised to find himself back on all fours. "Er... what's going... eeep."
Cleaver sent a quick spell at his cock, causing it to go flaccid. Then she removed a chastity cage from her bag and quickly fitted it onto the confused stallion. "There. How's the fit? Not painful I trust?"
"N-no," he answered uncertainly.
"Good," she smiled. "Now, eat this."
She more or less just shoved lumpy brown object down his throat. "Follow me quickly."
He did as he was told, and soon found himself outside of the kitchen and begin pushed into a bathroom.
"In-in-in," she ordered. "I gave you a fast acting laxative. It'll only last for twenty minutes, but that should be more than enough time to cleanse your bowels. Now hurry."
A gurgling in his stomach told him she was serious. It was one of the most epic bowel movements of his life. So painful, yet so relieving. With a great sigh of relief, he exited the bathroom with a grateful smile on his face.
"Alright, now let's hurry to the bath," Cleaver shouted, shoving him in another direction.
"It looks more like a spa," Thunderlane commented when they arrived at yet another section of the palace. "A hot bath was waiting for him, as well as massage tables and treats.
"No time for ogling," Cleaver cried, picking him up in her magic and tossing him into the water, though the chastity cage remained with her grasp. "Scrub him within an inch of his life girls, and then more than that."
Thunderlane barely broke the surface of the water for air when a school of sea pony mares were upon him with brushes, soaps, conditioners and other things a stallion wouldn't be able to identify. They made short work of him, no crevice was safe.
"Be gentle with his balls," one sea pony scolded another when the stallion made a pained noise.
"Oops. Didn't mean it."
"GEt behind his ears."
"Already done."
"Do it again."
"Remember to wash the inside of his sheath as well."
"On it."
"Eep," Thunderlane squealed as he felt a rough cloths squeeze inside that pocket of skin and swirl around.
"Got him erect again."
"Good, now give his penis a proper cleaning. Gently. And do not let him cum."
"Aye-aye, cap'n."
The stallion blushed when the sea ponies each gave his genitals a kiss.
"Ooh, he's pent up now."
"Wait until Butterscotch gets here."
"Well we have to dry him off first."
And just like that, he found himself on dry land again, rubbed down with towels and a magical blow dryer, courtesy of Cleaver. Then he found himself herded to the massage tables and made to lay down. Another pegasus mare appeared to take care of this part.
By landing on his back for a deep-tissue massage.
"C'mon, get out all these kinks, mister. Let those muscles relax." Was she a cheerleader at some point in her life? "That's it, let it all melt away. Eat those treats, mister."
Chocolates. That's what they were. And the sea pony mares, draped on the dry land in seductive fashions, were hoof feeding him them.
"Such a good stallion. You deserve these."
"Doesn't struggle or anything. Have some more."
"Now, ladies, don't spoil his appetite too badly. Butterscotch has yet to give him his dinner," Cleaver scolded them. "In fact... Time a little of the essence. Shoo, back int he water, you're done here."
The sea ponies slid back int he water in a sulky fashion.
Soon enough a new mare a appeared. Brown with white blotches, and an earth pony to boot. In her mouth she carried a large bowl of heavily dressed salad. She set it down on the ground and bowed respectfully to Celeaver.
"Spinach, golden mushroom, eastern cabbages, black garlic, swamp onions and malt vinegar," she declared proudly.
The unicorn clapped her hooves. "You have outdone yourself yet again, Butterscotch. Now, for the final touch."
The earth pony mare tipped her muzzle up at a dignified angle. "Only the freshest for the chosen stallion."
She delicately stepped over the salad and spread her hind legs for good measure. Using her magic, Cleaver began squeezing the earth pony's teats until jets of milk began squirting freely from them.
For his part. Thunderlane blushed profusely, his face hot with arousal, watching as the lactating mare dressed his salad with her fresh cream. Cleaver expertly pulled and twisted the other mares teats to cover the dish in an even, and thick coating.
"Ah, that should do just fine," Cleaver smiled at her work. "Eat up, colt. This is very important."
Teats still dripping some milk, Butterscotch picked the bowl back up his her hooves and held it out for the stallion to eat from. "Eat it all. You need to have a full tummy before dinner."
Thunderlane was so eager to please he barely tasted it he wolfed it down quite ravenously.
Celaver heard the door to the bath open and watched as a large cart with a concave top was wheeled in. At each corner of the cart was a short post, and int he center was a whole, below that was a large collection bowl. She smiled.
"Just in time. Well done, everypony. Tonight's dinner shall go off without a hitch."
Th massaging pegasus mare leapt from the stallion's back and nodded. "Soft as a newborn."
"Well done, Batter Patter," Cleaver nodded. "Arise, stallion, the time has come."
Thunderlane did as he was told, giving the mares around him one last grateful smile. Celaver stopped him before he could climb atop the cart, however.
"One more thing," she told him. "One last piece. Choose a mare from within this room. Any one of us will do."
Thunderlane immediately pointed at the unicorn herself.
"Well, I'm flattered," Cleaver smiled and blushed. She quickly turned around and lifted her tail. "Three thrusts. That's all you get. Make them count. But don't cum. I'm warning you."
The stallion remained frozen for a moment. This was not what he had expected.
"Well, hurry up," Cleaver scolded him. "Dinner must go on."
He rose up and let instinct take over. He wrapped his forelegs around her barrel and bit her mane. He poked for a moment before making his first thrust. After what had been hours of teasing, the sensation was almost indescribable. Ye, he hadn't cum. He slowly slid out of her, relishing the feeling. Then he thrust in hard, making her squeal. It almost seemed to double the effect it had on his body. He was shaking all over from the sensation that was driving him over an unknown precipice of pleasure. He had to reach the end.
Tightening his grip he pulled and rammed in for his third. But that wasn't enough, he quickly stole a fourth and a five before the mare new what was happening.
That's enough," she barked vanishing in a burst of light from his grasp, denying him that great pleasure. He fell upon the floor, shaking and breathing hard. She appeared over him and tapped a hoof on the floor by his muzzle. "Well? It's time to go, stud."
He looked up, expecting her to be wearing a scowl. But, instead, she was smiling broader than ever.
"You clever little beast," she smiled, tapping his nose fondly. "Let me help you."
She lifted him in her magic and laid him atop the cart. Rolling onto his back, she tied each of his hooves to the four corners. Then she led the cart pushers through the halls of the palace until the arrived as large door. She gave his moistened cock one last fond stroke with her hoof and then pushed the door open with a flourish.
"Dinner is served."
The princesses sat with the Queen of the Griffon Kingdom and her aids. All relived that the main course had arrived. The gasped at the specimen that was wheeled before them.
"My the selection is exquisite this visit," Queen Gilda licked her lips as she viewed the living piece of meat. "What this one's name?"
"Th-Thunderlane, your majesty," the stallion gulped.
"Well, Thunderlane," Celestia smiled, coming to view the stallion from the other side, "I trust you're ready?"
He took a couple breathes before nodding. "Are... are you gonna slit my throat first or... or what?"
The queen blinked. "You didn't tell him?"
Celestia shrugged. "He's a stallion. Can hardly be expected to read the directions, now can he? Not to mention he was chosen because he was unable to sire foals."
Luna appeared beside her sister. "Indeed. A stallion's only purpose is breeding, and he couldn't even do that. At least we can make some use of him yet."
All the royals were clustered around the cart, terrifying the stallion to no end. The humiliation only added to his already pent of frustration. It was true. What good was a stallion unable to give foals to mares?
"Now-now, there's no sense waiting around anymore," Celestia chided everyone. "He's been brought here for a reason. Let's not waste anymore time. Queen Gilda, would you do the honors?"
"With pleasure," the griffon hen smiled as she moved to the far end between the stallion's hind legs. She gently slid her talons over his delicate flesh. "Now... let's see. You've been pent up all day... haven't you? You'd love to just blow that heavy load wouldn't you?"
Thunderlane nodded. "Y-yes, your majesty."
"Well, I could do that," she teased, turning to wrap her talons about his testicles. "Or, I could just eat these first. Rendering you gelded while I cut you open. How does that sound."
"N-no, please," he begged, shaking in terror.
"I think I herd a please," Gilda smiled wickedly, giving his testicles a sharp squeeze.
He yelped in pain. "N-no. Don't. Please don't."
Gilda released her grip and chuckled, as did everyone else around the cart. "I suppose I could be nice."
The queen gently leaned forward and consumed his cock in her beak, stroking it with her rough tongue. She pushed herself down until it entered her throat and she suppressed her gag reflex. She felt it quiver with ever motion she made. She could tell that he was anticipating an incredible climax after all the teasing he had been put through today.
Too bad.
Two things happened at once. One, her sharp beak closed severing his penis at the base, and her razor sharped talons removed the remainder of his stallionhood. She smiled as she swallowed his cock, watching as he writhed and bled.
"Dweeb," she chuckled as she popped one of the testicles out of his severed scrotum and tossed it in her mouth like candy. Soft and chewy with a crunch. The second soon followed. She offered the sac to her aid, another hen, who gratefuly accepted and ate it.
Luna and Celestia laughed.
"One of these days I would like to see you actually let one of them orgasm," Luna said as she levitated a knife from the table. "I believe it's my turn to open him up."
"Indeed," her sister nodded.
The knife sank in just above his crotch and slice him open up to his chest. The stuffing Butterscotch had provided now opened and inviting to the diners. By this point the stallions thrashing were little more than jerks and twitches as he started to go into shock while they ate him alive.
With an hour he was hardly more than bones to be tossed for the flies.
The collection bowl beneath the cart was removed and set up the table. Each of the royals dipped a tankard into it raised in toast.
"To a renewed peace agreement," Celestia smiled broadly.
"To new trade meat trades," Luna cheered.
"To being the top of the food chain," Gilda smirked.
They drank the stallion's blood and were happy.