Mares' Day Out

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Twilight Velvet, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Fleetfoot, Fetish, Shining Armor, Sex, Spitfire
Length: 7899

Shining Armor and the family go out for a Wonderbolts show, lewd shenanigans ensue...

As Shining Armor continues to stay at home, his mother and sister continue to nurture the stallion's growing fondness for well equipped mares. In a kindhearted move, Velvet purchased tickets for the three of them to go and see the Wonderbolts! Our intrepid stallion is overjoyed at the prospect of attending the event and even got a new outfit to show off for the occasion. Little does he know what's in store for him after the show...

Kinks include: Futa on Male, Oral, Anal, Double-Teaming, Threesome, Feminization, Slight Body Transformation, Cross-Dressing, Mind Break, Cum Inflation, Dirty Talk, as well as a splash of Foalcon and Incest

Artwork by Sugarlesspaints

Published 2018-08-08 20:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-08-08 20:20:01 UTC

Sissy-Boom-Bah

“Shining,” Twilight Velvet called out, rapping on the bedroom door, “it’s time to get up darling.” Hearing a muffled grumble from inside the room, the older mare nodded, trotting off towards the kitchen to get breakfast started. Her son had been staying with them for nearly a month, far longer than his initially intended weekend visit to look after his little sister. Upon discovering his penchant for servicing dickmares, Velvet had, with Twilight’s help, concocted quite the ingenious plan.

For years, Velvet had known he wasn’t really into regular mares, despite the fact that he’d gotten in a relationship with a young alicorn named Cadance. There had always been signs, dirty magazines stashed under his bed of stallions showing off their equipment, the way his gaze would linger at the telltale bulge at the loins of certain Wonderbolts, and how she’d even discovered a dildo in his closet once. She wasn’t doing this for herself or Twilight; no, she was doing this for him.

The first thing the mother and daughter did was reach out to Princess Celestia for aid. Since Shining Armor was still enrolled in the royal guard academy, they knew the alicorn would be willing to grant their request to give him a protracted leave of absence. Appealing to the princess’s caring disposition to see her subjects happy, and her fondness for her star pupil, the two unicorns were soon granted their wish, gaining permission for Shining to stay with them while he was given special training by his mother and sister.

Though the stallion was initially conflicted about his curiosity, and subsequent infatuation, with marecock, his attitude had rather hastily shifted to nigh outright worship of well equipped females. His transformation had comprised of two key components, bending his will, to do away with his inhibitions, and shaping his body to better suit his newfound obsession. The psychological aspect was quite easy, simply helping Shining realize that his urges were completely acceptable and, as such, nothing to be ashamed about but, instead, nourished. Fortunately, the physical components weren’t that difficult to achieve either. Most days, the stallion would walk around with a plug in his rear, when it wasn’t filled with Velvet’s or Twilight’s shafts that is, and he was allowed to worship his mother or sister whenever he wanted.

Beyond training Shining’s body, Velvet had also taken measures to mold it to a form slightly more appealing to his predilections. Shortly after his arrival, she’d procured a myriad of potions from a local alchemist to assist with her endeavors. She’d routinely dose his meals and beverages with the concoctions. Although it had taken some time for them to take effect, the stallion was now beginning to show very clear signs that the elixirs were working, and the joy she felt seeing her son finally embracing his true self, both inside and out, was immeasurable.

Back in his room, Shining Armor groaned, rolling over in his bed before rubbing the crust from his eyes with a hoof. Brushing his mane from his face, he squirmed off the side of the bed, getting to his hooves as he got ready for the day. Trotting over to the standing mirror in the corner, he swept his flowing blue mane to the side. For some odd reason, it seemed to have been growing faster than normal over the past week or so. Inspecting his reflection, the stallion frowned a bit. It appeared that his time at home was starting to take a toll on his physique. A lot of the athletic definition he’d had was gone, supple flesh having taken the place of toned muscle. Turning around, Shining peered at his rump; it had always been rather generously proportioned but it looked even larger than usual. He couldn’t tell if it was imagination or not, but it almost seemed like his body was becoming more feminine. The chiseled features he’d worked so long for were now replaced with delicate curves and softened features. Craning his neck around, Shining took note of his stallionhood. ‘Has it always been that small?’ he wondered, looking at his sheathed length and balls. The stallion could swear they were supposed to be bigger, his prick looked like it had reduced in size and his once pendulous balls resembled a dainty coin-purse.

Even though a part of Shining Armor was concerned with these changes, another part of him was strangely aroused. His hair, always having been short cropped and coarse, was now voluminous and flowing. Although he felt slightly more frail at the loss of so much muscle mass, the lithe stallion looking back at him was absolutely stunning. Shining was pretty sure he’d outclass a fairly high percentage of mares on looks alone. He paused, pouting his lips at his reflection before shooting himself a wink, imagining how he’d look done up with a dark blue shade of lipstick to compliment his hair and maybe some dark eyeliner and blush. Shining could feel himself growing hard, thinking about sauntering into a club wearing something slutty, preferably a short cut skirt to show off his rump.

“Shining,” he heard his mother call from downstairs, shaking him from his reverie, “Breakfast is almost ready! Come down and get something to eat Dear!”

Shining Armor sighed, irritated that he’d worked himself up over something so silly. Over the past few weeks his mother and sister had been relentless, abusing his throat and ass on a regular basis. Ok, maybe abuse wasn’t the right word. He’d been sort of reluctant to cave to their demands but, as time passed, he found himself wanting that sort of treatment more and more often. Having a girthy piece of meat filling his airway or stretching his tail-hole, the musky scent of their heavy nuts as they slapped against his chin or slammed against his rear, how they’d compliment the way he’d moan and beg for more, it was all maddeningly hot. Even when he wasn’t being used, Shining found he couldn’t get off without fantasizing about being rutted or burying his snout in the sweaty and pungent sheath of a dominant dickmare.

Shaking his head, to dislodge the debased thoughts beginning to take hold, Shining Armor trotted over to the doorway to head down to the kitchen. No sooner had he walked out into the hallway than he felt a smack on his rump, causing him to squeak in surprise. Whirling around, he found his little sister, snickering behind him. While his mother seemed to favor his oral ministrations, Twilight, by far, preferred railing his plump ass.

“Hey Shiny, how’s my favorite BBBBF today?” the purple filly asked, trotting up beside him. Though she was only about half his size, the tiny dickmare sported an absolutely titanic shaft; the damn thing nearly doubled as a fifth leg and, if she had wanted to, she could easily suck herself off. Fortunately, there was no need for that as of late, her brother gave amazing blowjobs and would practically present himself to her with just a flex of her meaty rod.

“I’m fine,” Shining answered, trying his best to keep his gaze from lingering on the colossal log of flesh hanging below his little sister. “C...come on, mom’s nearly done with breakfast,” he continued, taking a few steps towards the stairway.

“But Shining,” Twilight bleated, turning to the side as she flexed the semi-erect organ beneath her, causing it to slap against her belly in a vulgar display, “wouldn’t you rather have some sausage.”

The stallion’s mouth started to water as his eyes danced over its length. The dark, velvety flesh of Twilight’s tool was exquisitely textured, fat veins tracing its length from thick, trunk-like base to broad and bloated head. He gulped, taking a step back towards his sister, followed by a second. His body acted automatically, pining to lavish the tiny dickmare in any way she saw fit. Just as he leaned down, snaking his snout under her belly, Twilight laughed.

“Celestia, you’re such a slut! I bet you’d live off spunk if you could,” the filly chuckled, trotting past her brother and giving his flank a passing slap. “Come on, let’s get something to eat. You’re gonna need your strength for what we have planned,” she teased, moving out of sight as she descended the stairs.

Shining Armor cocked his head in confusion. He wasn’t quite sure what sort of ‘plans’ Twilight was referring to but knowing her, and the tone she’d used, it would likely be something at the expense of what little dignity he had left. Following his sister downstairs, the stallion trotted to the kitchen. On the table sat three fruit parfaits, one for each of them. His father, Night Light, had made himself scarce shortly after his arrival, likely not wanting to see the once strapping lad in such a compromising state.

Twilight hopped on her stool, digging into her meal while Velvet seated herself. Shining joined them, cozying up to the table before levitating his spoon to the delectable combination of fruit and yogurt.

Swallowing a mouthful, Velvet looked between her children. “Well, I certainly hope you two are ready for today,” she said, smiling warmly at each of them in turn.

“We have plans?” the white stallion asked, licking a remnant of yogurt from his lips. Neither his mother or sister had spoken of any special arrangements for the day prior to this. He’d assumed his day would consist of quasi-demeaning tasks around the house while he wasn’t being used like some wanton sex toy by his sister or mother; although, as of late, he’d found himself more and more often seeking their attention in that regard. Both of the dickmares had even made him beg on several occasions, leaving the stallion to plead for their packages to be rammed into one end of him or the other.

“Mmmhmm,” the older grey unicorn hummed, scooping up another spoonful of her breakfast and daintily bringing it to her mouth.

“We’re gonna go see a Wonderbolts show!” Twilight exclaimed, grinning broadly as her tail flicked from side to side in anticipation.

“Wow, really?” Shining asked, looking to his mother. He’d always been a huge fan of the Wonderbolts; they were Equestria’s airborne elite and, had he been born a pegasus, he would have applied to join their ranks instead of the royal guard. Their teams were comprised of stallions and mares, although every pony wore the same, trademark navy blue flight suit with yellow accents. The uniforms were skin tight, optimized for aerial acrobatics while minimizing drag. Even though Shining had only ever gone to see two of their shows, he’d noticed a rather telltale bulge at the crotch of one or two of their mares, signalling him that their group wasn’t judgemental of what sort of equipment their members were sporting. Lascivious thoughts aside, going out and enjoying a show put on by the Wonderbolts would be fun. It would even give the show white stallion’s thoroughly used holes a chance to recuperate.

“Yup, and I even managed to get us backstage passes to meet the team. I remember how much you always fawned over them growing up, so I thought you’d enjoy the experience,” Velvet explained.

“That’s so nice Mom, thank you,” the stallion said, genuinely appreciative of the thoughtful gesture.

Dabbing her lips with a napkin, the older unicorn nodded. “It’s no trouble, I thought it would be a great way to spend the day with my two girls,” Velvet giggled, hopping down from the stool and trotting over to the sink to deposit her dirty dishes.

Lately, she’d taken to referring to Shining as her daughter. Although it was somewhat jarring at first, the stallion had grown somewhat accustomed to it and, in truth, found it more than a little arousing. It wasn’t uncommon for Velvet or Twilight to have him parade around in panties or a frilly skirt while helping around the house, or seeing to their lustful urges.

“Oh, before I forget,” the grey unicorn said to herself, scampering off to the next room for a moment, only to return with a wrapped box held aloft by her magic. Hovering it over to Shining, Velvet gently sat it down on the table next to him. “I got you something special for today,” she said gleefully.

Setting his spoon down, the snow white stallion began unwrapping the unexpected gift. Opening the box, he discovered several neatly folded garments, each crafted from materials that were the same color as the Wonderbolts’ uniforms. Fishing out one piece, Shining realized it was a skirt. Digging further, he found a quartet of matching knee socks, top, pom-poms, and a pair of panties with the team’s golden lightning bolt emblazoned over the crotch. He wasn’t sure what to think, a part of him was horrified at the prospect of being paraded about as a cheerleader at a public event but another, much deeper part of him was overjoyed and nearly giddy with anticipation.

“I’m sure they’ll perform especially well with a cutie like you cheering them on in the crowd,” Velvet commented, acting as if there was nothing whatsoever odd about having her son get dolled up like a mare while at the impending show.

“How about you go change Shiny, show that outfit off for us,” Twilight said, licking her lips as the effeminate stallion blushed. “What, it’s not like it’ll be any different from you sauntering around the house like a mare for us, except, we won’t be rutting you in front of a crowd,” she added, her gaze drifting to his derriere, “unless you want us to, of course.”

“Oh, don’t listen to Twilight. What happens in the house, stays in the house,” Velvet retorted, trotting over to place a comforting hoof on Shining’s shoulder.

The stallion hopped down from his stool and gave his mother a hug. Even though he was nervous about going out dressed in the outfit, the kinkiness far outweighed his anxiety on the matter. Embracing his mother, he felt Velvet place her fore-hooves on his shoulders, gradually pressing downward and causing his torso to sink. Looking up, the stallion realized that the breakfast had only satisfied one aspect of the dickmare’s hunger. As Shining bowed forward, bringing his head below his mother and to the quickly hardening member between her legs, he felt a sudden weight come crashing down upon his hips.

Twilight, after seeing her brother’s exposed rear, couldn’t help herself and quickly moved to take advantage of the situation. Leaping onto his rump, and using surgical precision, the filly buried half of her length into Shining’s tail hole with next to no resistance. He was, per Twilight and Velvet’s insistence, nearly always cleaned and lubed at any given time. The stallion’s muffled moans signaled the filly that he’d found their mother’s cock and that he was was showing his appreciation for the outfit and forthcoming show.

Twilight and Velvet, both having promised not to do anything too naughty in public with Shining that day, vented their sexual tension upon him. The older grey unicorn gagged the stallion on her length while the little purple filly ravaged his ass with her mammoth tool. Shining Armor, his body having become increasingly accustomed to such treatment, was more than receptive. He clenched his pucker and groaned around his mother’s flesh, rocking his hips and bobbing his head in time with their movements. His stallionhood didn’t even need any stimulation for him to cum at this point, simply having his holes used was enough to push him over the edge.

It wasn’t long before the trio’s movements became frantic, each pony bucking their hips while grunting furiously as their orgasms grew closer. One by one they came, Twilight filling her brother’s supple rump while Velvet added her cream down his throat to join the parfait from earlier. Shining’s little soldier twitched helplessly, spurting and dribbling his rather feeble load to the floor.

The stallion’s knees buckled as his mother and sister removed themselves from his mouth and backside perspectively. Shining wheezed, gulping down the remainder of Velvet’s seed to catch his breath. “T...thank you,” he stammered, looking between the two. Twilight had been particularly insistent that he show gratitude for their treatment; ‘A mare should always appreciate a good breeding,’ the filly had intoned on multiple occasions. Truthfully, he loved being used to gratify them and the demeaning talk only made it hotter.

“You’re welcome sweetheart. Now, clean your sister, then go wash up and change. I’d really like to style your mane since we’ll be going out,” Velvet noted, waving a hoof at the unkempt mop of blue hair atop the stallion’s head.

Twilight, having already jumped back on her stool, splayed her legs, allowing her softening and cum slickened member to flop down freely. The filly smiled, watching as her older brother faithfully licked and kissed the thick gobbets of spunk and lube from her shaft. She knew he’d do a thorough job, not wanting to waste a single drop of her seed. If they’d had more time, Twilight would have relished fucking his face but, given the fact that the show they were going to attend was a mid-day event, there simply wasn’t enough time.

Having finished his task, the stallion levitated the box containing his outfit before turning towards the door. Although he was hesitant to admit it, Shining couldn’t wait to try it on. Since his mother was planning on styling his hair before they left, maybe she’d be willing to apply a little makeup for him as well. Since he’d be flaunting himself as a mare all day, he may as well go all the way with it, right? “I’ll come down once I’ve changed and then you two can help with my hair,” he said, reaching the door.

“Sure, just don’t use all the hot water,” the little purple unicorn shouted after the stallion, watching as he wearily trotted out of the room and towards the stairs. Waiting until she heard the bathroom door shut, she turned to her mother. “You got the special VIP tickets, right?” Twilight asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Mmmhmm,” Velvet responded, tidying up after their breakfast.

“Who’d you get?” the filly pressed, leaning across the table conspiratorially.

“You’ll just have to see,” the grey mare snickered, moving to the sink. “Let’s just say, Shining will really be in for a treat,” she concluded, leaving her daughter to wonder the finer details of their plan.

Shining let the warm water cascade over himself, closing his eyes as he shampooed his mane and tail. Reaching back, his hoof grazed his rather tender pucker, sending a shiver up his spine. The orifice had become rather accommodating and pronounced, able to endure the full fury of his sister’s rut-lust with next to no warm up necessary. Rinsing off, he stepped out of the shower to dry himself. Retrieving the panties from the box, the stallion stepped into them, pulling the silken fabric up his legs and over his cushiony posterior. After putting on the top and leggings, Shining donned the skirt; it was supremely short, only barely concealing his tush and exposing the dainty package of his equipment hidden within the panties. Giving himself a little twirl, and appreciating the flow of the fabric, he nearly skipped back downstairs. Upon entering the living room, Shining found his mother sitting in her favorite chair, two brushes as well as a scrunchie and can of hairspray sat nearby.

“Come and sit down sweetheart, let mama get you all prettied up,” Velvet cooed, waving her hoof invitingly. The stallion complied, trotting over and seating himself on the floor below her. She hummed merrily, brushing and styling her son’s hair with practiced precision. The tri-tone blue of his mane and tail had always been a pretty combination, the colors working in harmony with one another. Prior to Shining embracing his feminine side with open hooves, she’d always dreamt of how beautiful his hair would be if he ever chose to grow it out. A spritz of hairspray here, a coif there, and a well placed scrunchie to bind the back together. It wasn’t long before the grey unicorn was finished, jumping down and taking a few steps away to admire her work. Shining Armor looked stunning, his voluminous tail glistened while his mane was brushed slightly to the side, only just hiding the slightest portion of his face in a rather provocative manner.

“So,” Twilight interrupted, causing her mother and brother to jump at her intrusion, “you ready to be fabulous?” Swinging a small wooden chest into view, the filly opened it, revealing an array of makeup and brushes.

The stallion blushed, nodding and smiling sheepishly. Nearly immediately, Twilight and Velvet were upon him, each working with gusto to apply a smidge of this or a dab of that. He closed his eyes, not wanting anything to accidentally get in them in the flurry of activity. After what felt like mere moments, he felt them stop.

“Open your eyes honey,” Velvet softly called.

As Shining opened his eyes, he gasped. There, in a mirror held by his sister, was the most drop dead gorgeous mare he’d ever seen. Glossy blue lipstick, blush, dark eyeliner; all were expertly applied to accentuate the delicate features of his face. “I...I’m beautiful,” he breathed.

“You sure are,” his mother agreed, giving him a hug.

“I’m kinda jealous, I wouldn’t mind you cheering for me during one of my exams,” Twilight teased. Brother or not, she realized that Shining was truly a head turner when he was done up properly and she could kick herself for not having tried something like this sooner. Even if the plan fell through, she’d make sure to breed his sissy ass when they got home.

“Well, come on kids. We wouldn’t want to be late! Don’t forget your pom-poms sweetheart,” Velvet reminded him, using the mirror Twilight had brought down to neaten up her mane.

Galloping upstairs, Shining fetched the pair of pom-poms, slipping their little handles inside the waistband of his skirt, before returning downstairs. His sister and mother stood ready, the latter of which lifting the trio of tickets she had for the event, passing one to each of them. Watching Velvet and Twilight exit the house, Shining gulped. He’d never been outside while wearing something like this before. Steeling his resolve, and to act casually, he strode through the threshold and into the sun. The few ponies in the immediate area didn’t even give him a second glance. For all intents and purposes, he was just another mare in the busy town.

“See Honey, nopony’s gonna think twice about it,” Velvet comfortingly remarked, smiling warmly at Shining.

The effeminate stallion nodded, smiling as his confidence swelled. The three ponies stood in a circle, focusing their magic to mass teleport themselves to their destination. In the blink of an eye, and with a flash of light, they found themselves outside the Manehattan stadium. The building was huge and stood just outside of the bustling business district of the city. Throughout the year, the stadium was used for all sorts of sporting and entertainment events, everything from rodeos and performances to buckball tournaments and races.

Trotting along, the trio made their way to the gate and, upon turning in their tickets to the attendant, were directed to their seats. Finding their way through the corridors of the stadium, the family soon found their spots on the bleachers. Thankfully, they were located relatively close to the field, only three rows back from the action. Sure, it was an airborne show, but the Wonderbolts often buzzed the crowds sitting closest to the demonstration area. Twilight seated herself, followed by Velvet and then Shining. They chatted intently, the marish white stallion explaining to his mother the finer intricacies of several aerial tricks they may witness. Each show was slightly different so he couldn’t be exactly sure who would be on the roster or what maneuvers they would be performing.

“Fillies and gentlecolts, I hope everypony is excited for today’s show!” the announcer blared through a magically enhanced loudspeaker from the press box. The throng of seated ponies grew silent in anticipation, eagerly waiting for the show to begin. “Today we’re in for quite a treat! The newest group of Wonderbolt cadets will be performing for us including Spitfire and Fleetfoot!” the broadcaster continued.

Before the mass of gathered equines could react, a trio of contrails, blue, red, and yellow, respectively, rocketed from an entrance on the side of the field. In a blur, the three Wonderbolts blasted skyward, the streaks of magical smoke behind them twisting into a helix as the pegasi converged and shot nearly vertically in the center of the coliseum. The crowd erupted, ponies of all ages shouted and waved at the aerial acrobatics and colorful introduction.

Shining Armor nearly leapt from his seat, waving his pom-poms while cheering the team on. As the three pegusi split their formation, one of the mares circled the arena. Clad in her navy blue flight suit, and a pair of mirrored goggles, she passed directly over him. He couldn’t say if he’d imagined it, but he swore she had smiled and waved at him as she flew overhead. His sister and mother were enjoying the show as well, although not quite as energetically as he was. The display lasted for nearly an hour with the initial team of Wonderbolts taking a break about half way through. Fortunately, the airborne squadrons always attended these events in sets of two squadrons, allowing for one to rest while the other took to the skies. As the spectacle came to a close, the crowd gradually began to thin as ponies filed out.

“So, are you ready to meet ‘em?” Twilight asked, tugging on the hem of her brother’s skirt. Personally, she’d have rather spend the day buried in a book, or Shining’s cushy rear, but she knew he was happy so she didn’t complain. After all, the show she’d been waiting for was about to begin.

The effeminate stallion nodded, biting his lip excitedly and causing his sister and mother to snicker. He was positively giddy to have this chance and hoped he’d be able to get a signed poster to commemorate the occasion. With Twilight at his side, Shining followed Velvet through several hallways, deep into the bowels of the building, before they were stopped by two rather burly earth stallions, each dressed in a button up shirt and pair of sunglasses.

“No visitors, ladies,” one grunted, looking over the rim of his sunglasses at the three.

“Oh, but we have VIP passes. We’re going to meet the squadron!” the older grey unicorn chirped, producing three slips of paper marked with a lustrous seal of authenticity.

Snatching up the passes in his hooves, the first guard inspected the papers before passing them to his companion who stashed them in his shirt pocket. “Third door on the right,” he intoned, stepping to the side and allowing the unicorns to pass.

Looking over his shoulder, as they approached the indicated room, Shining noticed one of the guards staring at his tush. Emboldened by the look, he shot the large stallion a wink and cheeky grin, causing the guard to blush before turning away. ‘This is too much fun. He’d be putty in my hooves if I wanted,’ Shining thought to himself, trotting behind his sister and mother into the room. Stepping inside, the first thing that caught his attention was the sound of his hoofs on the tiled floor. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, perhaps a greeting room or lounge, but it certainly wouldn’t have been a locker room of all things.

“Hello?” Twilight called out, her voice echoing off the hardened walls and ceramic tiling.

“Oh hey, didn’t expect the VIPs to show up so soon,” a voice replied from around a corner. Trotting into view, came an orange pegasus with fiery mane, still wearing her uniform with the goggles on her forehead. Right behind her was an identically adorned blue pegasus with chalk white mane and tail. Though they were fully clothed, it wasn’t too hard to tell they were the mares who’d been part of the opening act of the show, Spitfire and Fleetfoot.

“Thank you so much for agreeing to meet me and my daughters,” Velvet asserted, stepping forward before waving at her offspring. “This is Twilight Sparkle and…” she paused, turning and giving Shining a grin, “Shiny. She is absolutely your biggest fan and was so happy I could take her out to actually see you two in person.”

“P...pleased to meet you,” Shining stammered, his cheeks going rosy after having been introduced as a mare.

“Well, we’ll leave you three to get acquainted. Just come and find us when you’ve gotten all of the excitement out of your system,” Velvet abruptly said, tapping the little purple filly on the shoulder as they trotted out the door.

“Have fun, Sis,” Twilight called back, waving a hoof as she disappeared from sight.

“So, fan huh?” Fleetfoot commented, fumbling with the zipper on the neck of her flight suit. “You been a cheerleader for long?” she asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

“N...not really,” the stallion grumbled, pulling out his pom-poms and giving them a little shake. Truthfully, he knew next to nothing about cheerleading and hoped they wouldn’t call him out on his bluff. Noticing how both of the pegusi were struggling with their zippers, Shining went to change the subject. “You two need a helping hoof?”

“Yea, these dang things always get stuck and they’re so tight!” Spitfire protested, tugging at the form fitting fabric over her flank. “Sorry about still being in uniform, was hoping to get showered up before you guys came down to visit,” she continued, watching as Shining took the zipper between his teeth to pull it down.

The stallion struggled, pulling on the metal tab for a moment before Spitfire’s suit suddenly unzipped down to her chest. His snout pressed into her orange, sweat soaked fur as he was sent momentarily off balance. The smell was amazing, hot and rich, like a savory meal being unveiled at the dinner table. He paused, drawing the scent in through his nostrils before realizing both of the mares were staring at him.

“Oh no, please, go ahead,” Spitfire laughed, looking down at the red faced unicorn, “I’m not going to turn down a cute mare who wants to help peel me out of this suit.” The rather cocky pegasus did enjoy time with her fans, especially after a show. The thrill of roaring through the skies always seemed to get her worked up and, fortunately, it wasn’t uncommon for her to find an eager pony or two after events.

Shining continued, snaking below the pegasus as he undid the zipper along her belly. The closer he drew to her nethers, the stronger the scent became. Before he reached her groin, he felt her tap him on the side.

“Hey, hang on a sec,” Spitfire groaned. Shuffling backward, she seated herself on a nearby bench, reclining along its length with her rump perched at the lengthwise end. Reaching up, she removed one foreleg from her outfit, then the other, leaving her upper half exposed. Her orange coat glistened in the dim light of the cool room. “Come on hun,” she cooed, waving Shining over, “might as well finish the job.” Looking up, she noticed Fleetfoot removing her uniform. Knowing her, it wouldn’t be long before she jumped in and joined the action.

The unicorn cheerleader trotted over, turning to the partially undressed pegasus. His eyes wandered over her body, down her chest and to a rather substantial bulge at her loin. Shining gulped, his mouth already beginning to water. It was like a Hearth’s Warming gift, all wrapped up in the skin tight fabric. Stepping forward, Shining grasped the zipper in his teeth again, pulling it down with glacial speed; as it passed over the dark flesh of her package, his nostrils were assaulted by an intoxicating musk. He watched as Spitfire’s cock flopped onto his muzzle, his nose pressed between the flaccid meat and the dickmare’s ripe, orange nuts. His stallionhood instantaneously grew erect, straining against his panties as he breathed in the exhilarating aroma.

“That’s a good mare,” Spitfire whispered, caressing the unicorn’s cheek. She smiled, watching as the alabaster pony look up at her, her hefty shaft draped over his face. “Go ahead, give it a taste,” she goaded, leering down at the him.

Closing his eyes, Shining opened his mouth and ran his tongue under the tip of her equipment. The flavor was incomprehensible, salty and pungent with a slightly bitter note. Her taste and scent permeated his sinuses and palate as he drew more of her into his eager maw. He didn’t notice the sound of hooves on tile as Fleetfoot trotted up behind him until it was too late.

“Oh shit!” Fleetfoot laughed, inspecting Shining’s rear. Sure enough, she’d discovered that the cheerleader had been hiding something, as she spied the a rather telltale lump in the unicorn’s panties. “Looks like we got us one of those fem-colts,” she chuckled, smacking Shining’s rear, eliciting a muffled yelp from the stallion. Tugging down the undergarment, the blue pegasus exposed his rather pronounced pucker. “Oh man, I’m gonna destroy this ass,” Fleetfoot growled, dragging her tongue up his taint and to his backdoor. The stallion’s entrance looked, to say the least, thoroughly used. The velvety ring of dark flesh was swollen and glistening with, what appeared to be, pre-applied lube for the event; that, or it was seed left from some earlier excursion. Either way, it was extremely enticing and practically begged to have a hot dick buried in it.

Shining groaned around the length of meat in his gullet, his eyelids fluttering as Fleetfoot’s tongue probed his tail hole. Feeling a hoof caress his mane, he looked up.

“Eyes up here sweetheart, I want to see that pretty face,” Spitfire purred, gently grinding her hips upward to drive more of herself into the stallion’s throat. The unicorn complied, meeting her gaze as he continued his blowjob.

Taking a breath through his nose, and relaxing his throat, he felt the mare’s bloated head enter his esophagus. Her tool was about the size of his mother’s but the overpowering aroma, coupled with the situation, made the experience all the more intense. Without warning, he felt Fleetfoot mount him, her weight heavy as something hot and blunt prodded his rear. Feeling the tip of her shaft caress his entrance, he pressed back. With a small pop, the blue pegasus entered him, causing his heart to skip a beat and stallionhood to leak pre over the interior of his panties.

“Oh man, this bitch is thirsty,” Fleetfoot said, shuffling forward to bury herself in the feminine stallion’s ass. Stopping as her medial ring kissed his pucker, she reached down to grab his mane. “I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t walk straight,” she snarled, pulling his hair as she bucked her hips.

Shining winced at the rough treatment. Twilight and Velvet hadn’t exactly been gentle, but they hadn’t been quite this heavy hoofed. Concentrating on the length of meat in his airway, he bobbed his head, trying his best to pleasure the orange dickmare while her partner plundered his rump. He couldn’t tell for certain, but Fleetfoot’s prick felt slightly bigger than Velvet’s but not quite as big as his sister. His ass, having become accustomed to the filly’s titanic rod, was pretty resilient at this point.

“Mmmph...yea, take it you sissy slut,” Fleetfoot barked, tugging the unicorn’s mane and giving his tush a smack. His silken interior was divine, almost like it was made to serve marecock. She picked up speed, pounding away as her fat nuts slapped against the stallion’s inferior equipment. “You love this don’t you,” she groaned, leaning closer to the cheerleader’s ear, “getting fucked silly like a mare on prom night. Bet you’ve got a nice stud at home don’t you? Spending your days scampering around like a maid, fantasizing about them getting home to breed your ass. Too bad you don’t have a cunt because I’d put a foal in you, that’s for damn sure..”

The thought struck Shining like a lightning bolt, the notion of actually being a mare, getting knocked up and bending to his lover’s every want and need. His stallionhood squirted, and ass clamped down around the log of flesh hammering him, as he came involuntarily. Thick ropes of drool hung from his lips as his motions slowed, the tidal wave of pleasure causing him to lose focus.

Fleetfoot was hammering away with reckless abandon, grunting as she lost herself to pleasure. She’d plowed a stallion or two before, but never been lucky enough to hook up with a cute, cross-dressing one like this. Something about rutting an effeminate male pushed all her buttons, so she was going to enjoy herself.

The brutal pulling of his mane caused Shining’s head to rear back, allowing Spitfire’s shaft to slip from his throat. He pressed his face against her sack, gently kissing it while stroking her with one hoof. Smeared blue marks, stains from his lipstick, lined her prick and plump balls. He could tell Fleetfoot was getting close, her movements becoming frenzied, losing any sense of rhythm. “Cum for me, fill this mare’s ass,” he cried, attempting to meet her motions as he milked her length with his anus.

Feeling the unicorn seize around her length, she gritted her teeth. With one final thrust, she crammed every inch of herself into him as she came. “Yea, take it bitch,” she bellowed, unleashing a torrent of seed into his bowels. She wasn’t sure who this guy was but she’d need to get his number, maybe invite him to one of their training sessions to help the other Wonderbolts blow off some steam. Draping over Shining’s back, she rode out her orgasm as her prick throbbed inside the hapless stallion. Waiting until the post coitus bliss washed over her, Fleetfoot pulled out, her length flopping out of the unicorn’s slightly gaped hole. “Don’t waste a drop bitch,” she chuckled, giving him a fierce smack and causing his pucker to clench, trapping all of her seed inside. “Hey Spitshine,” she continued, casually trotting over to her friend, “you really need to give his ass a spin. Shit’s damn nice.”

Looking down, Spitfire patted Shining’s head. “You want that don’t you?” she murmured, watching as pre cum leaked onto his face. He nodded, biting his lip in anticipation of having her deposit her load into him. “Clean Fleetfoot up first and I’ll breed you nice and hard,” she sighed, waving for the other pegasus to come closer.

Rearing up, and resting her forelegs on the bench, the second wonderbolt presented her cum slick organ, waggling it impatiently before Shining’s face. Obediently, he began to lick it clean, kissing and slurping the globs of jizz and lube off her glistening shaft. Her smell, unlike Spitfire’s, wasn’t quite as potent, although it was still alluring in its own right. It didn’t take him long to finish, having gone through the motions many times before with Twilight and Velvet.

“There ya go,” Spitfire remarked, stroking Shining’s mane. “Now, let’s show her how it’s done,” she continued, hopping off the bench and stripping off the rest of her uniform. Trotting over to the showering area, she clopped her hoof against the wall. “Come on pretty lady, bring that sexy rear over,” she said invitingly, licking her lips.

Shining Armor awkwardly trotted over, his panties still partially pulled down and drenched with his cream. Even though he’d just cum, he was still rock hard. Standing on his hind legs, he placed his fore-hooves on the wall before lifting his tail and presenting himself to the orange pegasus.

“I don’t know who trained you, but they did a damn good job,” Spitfire said, mounting the curvy stallion while teasing his rump with her rod. “You want it?” she sensually breathed in his ear, causing a shiver to run up his spine.

“Mmmhmm,” he hummed, feeling her length hotdog between his ample cheeks.

“Then beg for it like a good mare,” Spitfire sighed, nibbling the unicorn’s ear. If he wanted to be treated like a horny filly, he was damn well going to beg for it like one.

“Please, fill me with cock...” he pleaded, his desire building at a fevered pitch, “I need it…” The length of marecock meat against him, its silken skin over rigid rod, was maddeningly hot.

“Such a good little filly,” Spitfire groaned, sliding into his abused hole with little resistance. “You just need a big, strong dickmare to look after you. Fucking your face every morning for breakfast. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” she teased, steadily pumping her hips.

“Y...yes,” Shining whimpered, feeling her medial ring kiss his entrance.

“Maybe dress up in something nice, bounce on their fat prick when they get home…” the orange Wonderbolt taunted, filling the stallion’s head with all manner of debased ideas.

All the feminized unicorn could think about in that moment was what it would be like to be the wife for some well hung mare. Scampering about the house, tidying up while they were at work, waiting for them to get home from a long day so he could serve as stress relief. Being taken over the dinner table while he was in an apron, moaning whorishly for them to fuck him harder. “H...harder, give me more...” he blurted, rocking his hips back to meet his partner’s.

“Yea, just like that,” Spitfire muttered, picking up speed. “You gonna cum for me like a good little mare? Cream up those pretty little panties you’ve been strutting around in all day? If you aren’t taken, I should bring you back to the Wonderbolts HQ, show you off a little bit and give a show to the team…” the stream of dirty talk was never ending, pushing both ponies closer to the peak as they continued.

“B...breed me!” Shining begged, his stallionhood leaking like a faucet. By Celestia, this is what he needed; a strong and dominant mare to treat him like this, flaunt him like a piece of meat before bringing him home and having their way with him.

“Don’t worry...Mmfph...I’m gonna knock up that coltpussy nice and good,” Spitfire grunted, jackhammering the stallion into the wall. The pegasus’s balls began to retract, readying themselves for what was to come, as her length throbbed violently. The battering ram-like head of her prick swelled, flaring deep within the unicorn’s bowels while her medial ring brutalized his prostate. “Now cum for me like a nice little cock sock,” she growled, biting the back of Shining’s neck as she claimed him.

In unison, they came, Shining Armor mewling marishly while Spitfire locked her jaws on him. The unicorn’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his stallionhood pitifully spurted into the cum drenched undergarment he wore. Tears of unfettered bliss rolled down his cheeks, mingling with sweat, causing his mascara to run. Spitfire, eyes screwed tight, erupted within her mate, adding her seed to the load Fleetfoot had deposited earlier.

Shining could feel his tail hole expand ever so slightly, as each shot of spunk coursed through the Wonderbolt’s shaft. The feeling was exquisite, causing him to slump against the wall as his forelegs gave out. “T..thank you,” he wheezed, his face pressed against the cold tile as the tide of cum began to subside. The tip of his stallionhood, sandwiched between the fabric of his panties and slightly distended gut, smeared jizz over his white coat. As impossible as the thought was, he imagined, for a moment, that this is what it would look like were he a few weeks pregnant.

Gradually, Spitfire pulled herself from the stallion, letting her cock swing freely beneath her. Looking over, she realized Fleetfoot had been enjoying herself, jacking off with one hoof while watching the show. From the looks of it, her companion had only just finished getting off. “Go get me a fresh pair of panties and a marker,” she called out, stricken with an idea. The blue pegasus grumbled, flicking a few ropes of cum in their direction before going to fetch the items from her locker nearby.

“We’re gonna give you a little parting gift sweetheart,” Spitfire commented, taking the marker and signing the pair of panties her partner had returned with. Passing the instrument to Fleetfoot, the second Wonderbolt did the same. Gathering them up, she turned to Shining Armor. As he was still attempting to recuperate, the orange pegasus pulled the sullied underwear off the stallion before sliding up the autographed undergarment. “Now, be a good mare and keep all that thick cum in there,” she chided, patting Shining’s belly. “Don’t want to ruin our signatures now do you?” Spitfire chuckled.

“Well, we both need to wash up before we head out. Feel free to look us up sometime sweet cheeks,” Fleetfoot laughed, smacking the senseless stallion’s ass with her wing as she turned the tap for one of the showers. She’d never been one for ‘pillow talk’, instead preferring her sexual partners to simply leave once she was done with them.

Nodding groggily, Shining hobbled away, leaving the two dickmares to clean themselves. Cum drunk and euphoric, he wandered outside, looking down the corridor in the direction he’d come from. Nearing the pair of guards, they stepped aside to let him pass. The unicorn knew he had to look like a hot mess, bedraggled mane and smeared makeup, trotting along on unsteady legs.

“Damn Wonderbolts get all the ass,” one of the stallions hissed, jealous of not getting any action from the cute ‘mare’ who’d shambled by.

“Shining!” a small voice cried out, causing the bedraggled stallion to look up. There, sitting on a bench down the way, sat his sister. Trotting up to meet him, she smiled devilishly. “Looks like somepony had a good time back there,” she tutted, noting his shabby state.

The stallion nodded wearily, unsure if he could form a cohesive statement.

“‘Breed me! Fill this mare’s ass!’” Twilight mocked, holding a hoof to her head theatrically. Although her and Velvet had left him to entertain the pair of Wonderbolts, she’d snuck back in to watch the show. How could they expect her not to watch her BBBBF getting railed out by a duo of sweaty athletes. The purple filly, having used an invisibility spell, got herself off while recording the incident with a memory crystal. If nothing else, she could keep it as masturbation material.

Shining groaned, unsurprised that his sister had watched the entire situation unfold. While not entirely thrilled with the notion, he was far too tired to care. He needed a shower, a nap, and, most importantly, to get this outfit in the wash; dried jizz stains were a nightmare to get out.

“Well, let’s get you home then,” Twilight sighed, guiding her brother along to meet their mother. If only he knew what plans the purple filly had in store for him in the days to come…