Noisemakers

Two days went by.

"Things," Honey Cake said, "have gotten weird out there."

It was midnight again, or sometime after midnight now. A candle flickered on the shelf. Golden Tongue and Honey lay on top of the covers, naked in each other's arms. Her breath smelled like the cum he'd deposited on her tongue just minutes ago. The door was shut. They always checked, now.

"I went to the market today and it was like a non-stop orgy," she continued. "Mares just lying all over the place, going to town on each other. No one was watching the stalls. No one took my money. Everything's broken down. I want to believe it was just a fluke, but... even outside the market, most mares have stopped wearing clothes. About half of the ones that do are in silk and strap-ons. At least Floral Scent must be making a killing."

She snuggled into Golden Tongue's side. He held her close and reached up with his other hand, quickly fingerspelling. What about the kids?

"That's the scariest part," Honey answered. "I didn't think about it at first, but over the past couple of weeks, maybe even longer... I don't think I've seen a single pony under the age of eighteen."

They were silent for a moment to take this in. "I just wish I knew why," she whispered. "Why the world went crazy. If things keep up like this, I don't know if we'll be able to make it through the winter. If winter ever comes. Then we'll all die, and we'll never even know."

Golden quickly changed the subject. On top of everything else, he wasn't sure that he could stand to see his wife cry. How's Butternut?

"She says she's still thinking." Honey sighed. "The fact that she didn't turn us in right away means there's still some sanity in her, or at least that her greed's overriding whatever impulse made her hate stallions. I just don't know what else we can give her to keep her on our side. She owns our house. She owns our savings. She owns us, and that's maybe the worst part. And it still might not be enough. All we can do is wait, and hope."

A pause. "Or maybe... maybe not."

Honey rolled over on top of Golden, straddling him. "We could run away," she said. "Disguise you as a mare somehow, take our money and catch a train to somewhere else. Anywhere else. Maybe this madness is just isolated to our town. Maybe there are ponies out there fighting to stop it. If there are, we have to find them - join them. And start making things right again."

It sounded tempting. How? he asked. There are guards watching the house. They'll get suspicious if an extra mare appears out of nowhere.

"Then we'll need help. I'll have to find somepony who looks like you, who you can replace. Maybe willingly, maybe..." She chewed her lip. "I'll figure it out. Either way, it has to be better than doing nothing."

Golden nodded vaguely. Truth be told, it was difficult to evaluate risk properly when she was astride him like she was. Don't get caught, okay? he offered up.

"I won't. Promise." She leaned down and kissed him. "I should go," she whispered. "I have a sex date in the morning. If I stay any longer they'll find me in this bed, not ours."

With a groan, she stood up from the bed and redressed herself. Will you think of me while you do it? Golden asked.

"I always do." Blowing him one last kiss, she picked up the candle and left the way she came. "Goodnight, sweetie."

Goodnight.

She shut the door.

That was the last he saw of her for five days.

Midway through the second day of Honey's disappearance, there was a knock at the door.

Golden looked over at it blankly. There was a second knock, more insistent than the first. Was whoever was outside expecting an answer? It clearly wasn't Honey, and he was more than wary of opening the door to anyone who wasn't her. Still, it wasn't like he had a lock, they obviously knew he was here, and he was hungry...

With a small sigh, he stood up to open the door, only for it to open anyway. Butternut entered with a tray of pancakes, only to almost drop it when she caught sight of him. "Ack! Put some clothes on, you animal!" she squawked, making a huge show of looking away.

Another blank look. Butternut was barely dressed herself, in a bikini top that almost-but-not-quite covered her nipples, and a pair of tights so tight that they left nothing to the imagination. Perhaps it was the fashion at the moment. Where is Honey Cake? he asked.

She ignored him, keeping her eyes averted. "I made you breakfast," she said, thrusting the tray at him. "I trust you're at least civilized enough to keep clean while you eat?"

He took the tray. It was a huge stack of syrup-laden pancakes, along with a fork and a knife - a rare luxury. Honey wouldn't have risked it. He sat back down in bed, pulling the covers over his crotch with a slight roll of his eyes, and dug in.

Butternut sat on the edge of the bed, watching him carefully. She took a breath and gagged. "Ugh, it stinks of sex in here!" she whined. "Don't you ever clean up after yourself, you filthy creature?"

Golden resisted the urge to glare. Where is Honey Cake? he tried again.

"What is this?" She waved her hands around in mockery of him. "I don't speak that shit. Can't you just talk like a normal pony?"

He shook his head.

"Fantastic." She groaned. "Honestly, I don't see why Honey keeps you around. Useless stallion, eating her food, draining her money, while you sit around jerking off. She should have turned you in like everypony else did."

Golden paused from wolfing down food to glower. Butternut snorted in laughter. "If stallions had feelings, I'd almost thing you were mad at me," she said. "What's wrong? You want to rape me? Make me your slut? As if. One wayward scream and I can have a dozen guards on you, so don't go getting any ideas."

He scowled and kept eating. One thing he had to admit, hot food was something he'd sorely missed down here in the dark. And these pancakes were actually edible; Honey Cake's had the taste and consistency of glue. Thinking of her earnest if disgusting attempts made him miss her even more. He tried to ask the all-important question one last time, this time drawing out the letters in the air with his finger. w-h-e-r-e-i-s-

"Oh, just knock it off already," Butternut scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Finish up, hurry. I've got a job for you."

Frustration grew. Still, Golden hurriedly swallowed the last few bites of his meal and pushed the tray back to her. She carelessly shoved it to the floor. "Honey was always pretty open about your... qualities," she said, getting up onto the bed and starting to crawl towards him. His pulse quickened. "And your wife's pretty little mouth hasn't been cutting it. So let's make a deal. Prove to me you've got something that I can't get anywhere else, and maybe I'll consider not cutting her loose and saving her from a life of servitude."

His blood ran cold. Deep down, he'd been expecting, if not this moment, then one like it; he was terribly aware that stallions were now an extremely rare, if not exactly sought-after commodity. What he was far less sure of was whether he was mentally or emotionally prepared to make a move on a mare who wasn't Honey Cake, least of all without discussing it with her first. Not to say that certain parts of him weren't aroused by the idea. Butternut wasn't quite what he'd call beautiful, but she had breasts that easily eclipsed his wife's and hips that didn't lie...

"C'mere," she moaned, and pushed him back against the wall, then pressed herself against him and shoved her tongue in his mouth. As he'd expected from Honey's description of her cunnilingus skills, she liked it slow and sloppy, incorporating an up-and-down motion that seemed to mostly serve to bounce her fat tits against his chest. Hesitantly he opened up to her, batting his tongue with hers in this unfamiliar rhythm, while the rest of him stiffened and a certain part of him stiffened.

Butternut made a few theatrical moans and then pulled away, staring into his eyes searchingly. "Well?" she huffed. "Are you going to take advantage of me or not?" With that, she reached back and tugged at the bow holding her bikini top together, letting it tumble down her chest.

Lust made Golden stare. Habit made him look away. Then the rest of his brain caught up and forced him to look again. Puffy nipples stood to attention under his gaze, surrounded by large, dark areolas.

No part of this felt right. But the consequences if he failed to satisfy this jerk were too dire to be considered - not just for him, but for his beloved. Then and there, he decided: He was giving her the royal treatment. Even if he was being disloyal, if it meant saving Honey Cake, no one was leaving this room until he'd made this bitch his bitch.

With confidence borne by love, he grabbed Butternut's top and cast it aside, then sank his palms into her wobbling chest. Ignoring her smirk, he took a little time to indulge in her tits' heft and softness before focusing his attention on her nipples. Flicks and pinches turned to insistent rubbing that was enough to cause a flicker in her composure. Then he drew back, slapped both hands around onto her ass, and yanked her close to sink his face into her mounds. "M-my goodness," she murmured, her voice starting to crack as he licked and sucked with wild abandon. "You're just like my ex-husband. He was obsessed with my breasts as well. Don't tell me you're going to start calling me Mommy too?"

Well. He hadn't needed to know that about Racket. With boobs now ruined for him, he started to kiss his way downward, leaning Butternut back as he did. On reaching the line of her tights he lowered her back onto the bed and started to peel them down. His nostrils flared; she was already soaked. Without panties, her wetness formed a growing stain on the black material, spreading even as he watched.

Despite that, however, Butternut didn't look pleased. "You're supposed to- oh, just let me do it," she sighed. Sitting up, she reached between her legs and tore her tights open across the groin, the fragile material ripping like paper. "Really, what kind of stallion are you?" She lay back down, hands behind her head. "You'd better impress me."

With an internal eye roll, he leaned down. "Really? Pfft," Butternut laughed. "If I wanted oral, I could get it from any mOh my goodness!"

Golden pulled out all the stops. Licking, sucking, fingering, he did it all. She tasted different than Honey Cake did, less sweet, more meaty. His thumb circled around her asshole, but went no further; too much of a risk if she wasn't into that. "Guh... Okay, I guess you do have some skill..." she moaned. "A little higher, darling, and don't stop- oh sweet Celestia don't stop!"

Her head tilted back and she let out a series of animalistic grunts. Her legs spasmed, one wrapping around the back of Golden's head, and she ground into his mouth with wild abandon. "Oh that's good, that's so fucking good!" she cried out. "How can you be this good when your wife is so shit? Stars, more! Give me more!"

It took all his effort to not bite at her. He kept up his assault, broad tongue lapping fiercely, not letting up as the quality of her squealing changed and her muscles started to melt around him. Not much longer, and-

"That's enough!" she abruptly barked. He paused, looking up at her with his tongue sticking out. "You're not getting a leg up on me that easily," Butternut said, hastily composing herself. Nothing, however, could hide the deep redness that he'd brought to her face. "Now show me the goods. I want to see what it is that makes Honey Cake scream like that every night."

With pleasure. Golden Tongue lifted himself up... and up. He was almost fully hard, and a few quick strokes thickened him to his full size. Butternut's expression rapidly cycled through smug intrigue, surprise, shock, and horror. "It's... that's... there's no way that can... no!" she babbled. "It's really the size of... I thought she was exaggerating!"

Golden waddled forward on his knees. It was with no small degree of satisfaction that he plopped his cock down on Butternut's stomach, showing her in no uncertain terms just how deep he would shortly be penetrating her. She stared down in alarm at him, then caught his smug eye. Even without words, some things translated perfectly. "Of... of course I can take it!" she blustered. "What kind of mare do you think I am? My ex-husband was bigger, even! N-now put it in already, and stop wasting time!"

Despite the need to pleasure her as much as possible, he couldn't resist taking his time in drawing back, savouring her fear. At long last he placed himself at her entrance and started to push - slowly, gradually increasing the pressure. He didn't so much part her folds as collapse them, her entire cunt folding in on itself as it attempted to take this massive insertion.

"G-gently!" Butternut whined, her face flushed red, her breath quickening. Lubrication was no issue; she was soaking wet, actively gushing around him as he finally breached her walls, but by Celestia was she tight! Both let out a quiet moan as his flare expanded inside her, just his tip already stretching her out in ways she'd never been stretched before. "See?" she said with faux-haughtiness. "I told you I could take it! N-now start moving!"

Oh, but he wasn't done yet. He sank deeper inside of her, smoothly gliding along her slippery interior while she flexed and convulsed around him. Every inch was like being crushed between powerful if lubricated hands, a far cry from Honey Cake's silkenly accommodating pussy. She was shorter than Honey, too, as he bottomed out inside of her with a quarter of his length still outside. Butternut mewled and stroked her stomach, feeling for where he pressed against her cervix.

Then he started moving.

Out, in, out, in, just a few inches at a time. Her pussy gripped him hard on each pull back, and sucked him in on each push forward. "S-slower!" Butternut cried, punctuated by strained moans. "Ughn... Don't hit me there! Mmm... Be gentle, you brute!"

He followed her directions as best he could - but truth be told, he wasn't sure how much slower he could go. He leaned over Butternut and quieted her complaints with a kiss, hoping to distract her long enough for her to acclimatize. It wasn't enough. "Enough!" she huffed, pushing him back. "You clearly don't know what you're doing with that thing. Get on your back. I'm taking over."

Shame and frustration built up in his gut - but he swallowed it down and shrugged as though it were no big deal, leaning back. She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled herself up as he descended, shrieking as her trembling legs failed and she impaled herself on him once more.

Now the one with his hands behind his head, Golden admired the view. Butternut steadied herself against the wall and gingerly bounced up and down on him, her complaints turned to mewls now that she had no one but herself to blame when she struck a sensitive spot. It had been many years since he'd seen a mare struggle to take his cock, and although it wasn't exactly ideal, the sight still filled him with an aroused pride. His obscenely thick shaft twitched and pulsed, and he couldn't help but shift his hips up ever so slightly to meet her as her slippery love-tunnel descended again and again.

For long minutes she rode him, pleasure and discomfort fighting on her face - and luckily, pleasure seemed to be winning. Tension melted away and Golden allowed himself to relax, losing himself in the mesmerizing display of her fat tits jiggling. It was far from the best fuck he'd ever had, but this was pleasant enough. He could get used to this, even. Honey Cake at night, and Butternut during the day... maybe both of them at once, the expert teaching the novice...

"Well?" Butternut snapped, breaking him out of his daydream. "My legs are getting tired. Are you going to cum or not?"

Ah. Golden blanched. He was only just starting to enjoy himself; nowhere near close to orgasm. He was used to much rougher sex, and holding out until his partner had finished, which Butternut clearly hadn't done. He started to shake his head... but stopped. It would be suicide to insinuate that the mare who held his life in her hands was a bad fuck. "Come on, I can't keep this up much longer," she moaned. "Just fill me up already!"

Golden gritted his teeth. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Honey Cake shallowly riding him, post-orgasm, clenching around him for all he was worth, begging him to use her pussy and get off like he'd never gotten off before...

He moved before he could stop himself. Abruptly sitting up, he slapped both hands onto Butternut's fat ass and pulled her close to him. Off-balance, she collapsed on top of him, breasts cushioning the fall onto his chest, and shrieked into his face as he started furiously thrusting into her from below. He gripped her ass tight, holding her high and still while he used her like a sex toy, eyes still closed while he watched porn inside his head.

In some distant fantasy, Honey Cake smiled at him. "Cum," she whispered. "Cum in this slut. For me. I want you to do it, I need you to do it, for me, for me..."

He barely felt the transition before it started. Lost to the motion, he kept slamming into Butternut as hot cum filled her insides and her screams started to take on an altogether different quality. Balls clenching, he unloaded shot after shot into this mare who wasn't his wife, feeling her overflow and start to dribble out around his length. Even once he was empty he still kept going for a half-dozen more strokes, having to slow himself rather than stopping outright.

He opened his eyes. Butternut's own eyes were rolled back partially into her head, her mouth open in a silent scream. After a moment she seemed to register Golden's stare and shut her mouth, coughing awkwardly. "That," she said, "was... something."

She rolled off of him, audibly struggling to pull even his slowly-softening cock from her, and kneeled in the narrow space between him and the wall. To his surprise, she turned and took his cock into her mouth, wringing him out with her hands and sucking the last drops of cum from his tip. A faint hum of satisfaction turned into a surprised, throaty moan. "Delicious," she purred.

Once she seemed satisfied that his cock was clean, she crawled off the bed. Yet more of the titanic cumload oozed from her pussy, spattering across him and the sheets. "I'm going to need a bath before I go outside," she declared. "Wouldn't be a good look for me to be dripping bits of you all over the streets, would it?"

She retrieved her bikini top. Golden stared at her in a mixture of post-coital bliss and apprehension. "You really still don't have anything to say, do you?" Butternut tutted as she dressed. "What a strange stallion. But maybe that's not such a bad thing. I think I'm starting to see why Honey Cake keeps you around."

She picked up the discarded tray and opened the door. "I'll be back tomorrow," she said. "Do try to control yourself next time, won't you?" With that, she left.

A bubble of anxiety popped inside Golden, turning to relief. He collapsed fully back onto the bed, breathing heavily. He'd done it. He'd had sex to save his life. And possibly the life of Honey Cake, as well, wherever she was. All he had to do was keep this up...

Three days went by. Three days alone.

Despite her promise, Butternut did not return.

Lollipop Suckle's story ended pretty much the way Golden Tongue had expected.

"You must decide, oh mare who rocks!" proclaimed the zebra ambassador. "By dawn, you must choose one of our cocks!" A half-dozen creatures stood proud and erect around Lollipop's round bed, the mare herself naked and surprised in their middle. There was one from each nation she'd visited over the course of her adventure: zebra, yak, horse, caribou, llama, and changeling queen. Two wished to wed her, two to breed her, and two to keep her as a sexual slave. And each one of them was prodigiously hung - although, Golden sniffed, they weren't that much bigger than him.

He wasn't really in the mood to jack off - but anything, anything was better than doing nothing. Hunger, loneliness, terror, they all conspired to make every moment a waking agony. He'd been without company or food for three days, and it was hard to tell which was worse. He'd eventually resorted to eating the straw basket that Honey Cake had delivered his last meal in, which settled his stomach somewhat, but only barely. But when it came to thinking of Honey Cake herself, he had no such relief. The best-case scenario was that she'd gotten swept up in some mare's sex dungeon somewhere and hadn't been able to make it home - which was awful enough. But with every day that passed, it seemed more and more likely that she'd been found out. And what would these insane mares do to a mare known to be harbouring a dreaded stallion?

He couldn't bear to think about it. He couldn't think about what Honey might be going through at that moment, how she might be enduring agony in silence to protect him. If he only knew what was going on, he would give himself up in a heartbeat to spare her any more punishment - but he didn't, and he couldn't. Thinking about such things would only be torturing himself for no benefit, and Honey Cake wouldn't have wanted that. So he distracted himself in the only way that was available to him.

He stroked himself gently as Lollipop sucked each of her suitors' cocks in turn, commenting on their varying tastes and shapes. Then came the inevitable gangbang. Golden flipped the pages idly, watching the bubbly bimbo rotate through a variety of positions and partners. Sometimes in his mind's eye it was Lollipop who was virtually attending to his crotch while he read, sometimes Honey Cake, sometimes Butternut. Finally, it was all three of them sucking away at him while the mare on the page did the probably impossible and took all six dicks at once: one in her pussy, two in her throat, and three stretching her ass like nothing had ever stretched it before...

He was so engrossed in his fantasy that he didn't notice the knock on the door until he'd reached the final page. There, dawn had finally sprung, and her six lovers, spent to the point of exhaustion, were waking up to find Lollipop Suckle no longer there. "Sorry, sweeties," she laughed as she flew across the open sky, cum-soaked and naked save for her hat. "There's a whole lot more world out there for me to explore - and a whole lot more yummy dicks to taste!"

Then an explosion of magic blew the door off the safe room.

Instinct took over and Golden ducked and covered, bits of debris and magic sparks raining down on him. Before he could so much as open his eyes, two pairs of strong arms had him by the shoulders and were hauling him out of bed. He scrabbled his hooves on the stone floor, trying to regain balance as he was dragged from the room, then thrown onto all fours.

He looked up and gaped. A Princess was standing over him, examining him with the same unhappy dismissiveness that one might have for somepony else's misbehaving foal. Some inner instinct told him to bow, which he angrily repressed. Then his eyes were drawn to the one pony in the room who mattered more.

Honey Cake was on her knees by the stairs, a glazed, drugged look on her face. Not only was she naked save for a red collar, but her breasts seemed to have gone up a full cup size, and her ass ballooned behind her. The collar's lead was being held by Butternut - and Golden was struck by the impression at first that she'd grown a third leg. Then realization set in and his eyes widened. Even soft, the new appendage attached to her crotch was almost as thick as her thighs and drooped past her knees, a pair of impossibly fat nuts behind it forcing her to keep her legs spread to accommodate them.

"Impressed?" the Princess asked casually. "Your ex-wife was very difficult to break, you know. For such a slut, she was able to withstand everything we threw at her. It was almost enough for her to make us think her little questions about the trains were entirely innocent." She chuckled. "Until your little friend here came out of this empty house walking funny. She broke almost immediately. All it took was the promise of a big dick to get her to sell you out, and, well, although we didn't exactly comply with the spirit of her request, she's quite happy with the results, aren't you dear?"

Butternut grinned and nodded. There was mania in her bloodshot eyes.

"Which brings us, quite neatly, to you." The Princess got down onto one knee. She grabbed Golden's chin with magic and lifted his head, none-too-gently jerking him back and forth as she examined him. "A completely ordinary stallion. Stupid, smelly, obsessed with sex. What is so special about you that you caused a member of the local Ruling Council to resist our mind-freeing magics for so long?"

Her grip released him, and a horrible pit opened up in his stomach. He rose up onto his knees and turned to face Honey Cake. Ruling Council? he signed.

"Oh? Didn't you know?" The Princess laughed. "She was quite instrumental in bringing about the changes of the new order. And she's been quite ruthless in maintaining it, too. Hardly the type one would expect-"

"She- she's lying!" Honey Cake burst out. Her voice was cracked and hoarse, and broke further under the strain of speaking. "I swear, Golden, I swear I had no idea any of this would happen. I just wanted to keep us safe-"

"Slave, shut her up."

The Princess snapped her fingers, and Butternut's shaft sprang to full attention. Thankfully she was a shower, not a grower, only spilling out a couple more inches as she thickened to her full size - but the result easily dwarfed even Golden Tongue in volume. She tugged on the lead and Honey Cake sprang up, as though conditioned to do so, and fell forward onto the nearest object in front of her - Golden's half-finished crib. "No," she moaned as Butternut waddled up behind her. "NoooOOOOO!"

Pure rage filled Golden, and he tried to spring to his hooves, only for the guards behind him to grab him and slam him back down to his knees. "Even now, she still resists," the Princess mused, seemingly ignoring the screams of Honey Cake getting utterly railed. "Despite all efforts to free her from the brainwashing of stallions, she still clings to one like he matters. Can you shed some light on this, male? What did we overlook? What are we missing?"

Utter hate churned in his gut. The desire to kill her, to kill them all, to save Honey and get away from this all, it coursed through his limbs like poison. But his answer, when it came, came from the heart. Love.

The Princess snorted. "Love?"

Yes. Love. And we're not the only ones. He rose up as much as he could before the guards steadied their grips on him. Equestria was founded on ponies loving each other. Whether families, friends, or romantic partners. Love is the most powerful force in all the world, and not even you can tear it apart. All across Equestria, couples just like us are hiding away, bound by our love for each other, waiting until it's safe to come out and declare that love again. He glared. And no one, Princess or otherwise, will be able to stop it.

She stared at him, chewing her lip, seemingly lost in thought. "Shall we take him to the Pit, my lady?" one of the guardsmares asked.

"No," the Princess said. "Bring him back with me. This one demands further... study."

"As you wish." They grabbed Golden Tongue's arms and hauled him to his hooves. Step by rough step, they frog-marched him toward the stairs.

Though he knew it would haunt him, Golden looked back one last time. Honey Cake was continuing to scream, her stomach bloating as she was hilted by something beyond what even she was built to take. But her face was utterly enraptured. As he watched, Butternut's rough slamming proved to be too much and the railings of the crib snapped, collapsing inward as Honey Cake fell.

Then he looked forward, up the stairs and out the open door, and he saw for the first time exactly how much the world had changed.