Author's Note

The intro contains some worldbuilding stuff for my AU and Thunderlane's character... also you can get a gander at him if you're into that... you can skip it if you're more interested in teh sexy times...

Intro

Thunderlane finished throwing the last of his meager possessions into his bag. Other than essentials, he had a pillow that his sponsor, Mistress Fluttershy, had given him with her scent and lovingly embroidered cutie mark on it. She had given it to him when he had earned the pleasure of servicing her as a prized stud for the first time, and it had comforted him many a night (and helped him get off). Partially a token of love, it was also an endorsement of his talent as both lover and employee on one of her pony ranches where she bred, trained, and cared for many, many slaves. Specifically Sweet Apple Acres, the one run by Mistress Applejack. He also had his ribbons, prizes from various contests and services he had participated in. Rewards from these prizes of money, sex and prestige varied, but he had served as a weather colt, as a dancer, and a hoof ball star. He had also helped Cloudsdale get its annual supply of water with an impressive wing power of 9.3, which mistress Fluttershy had complemented as being excellent for a mortal such as himself.

He was most proud of one of the most recent blue ribbons in the collection, the one declaring him the victor at the Amateur Exhibition of Sex and Speed at the Equestria Games. There he had caught the eye of one of the more powerful Mistresses in Equestria: Spitfire, who had an eye for collecting and training speedy and sexy mortal pegasi who could also serve in her harem and flight team, the Wonderbolts! And he had Mistress Fluttershy, Ponyville’s most affluent mare and Spitfire’s Fellow Mistress to thank for sponsoring him.

Thunderlane held up a pair of shiny blue hoofball shorts and furrowed his brow in thought. He then looked over to the mirror which adorned his closet door, glancing over his naked frame. He was toned and fit, as befitting an athlete of his caliber. A lovingly large, defined set of trapezius muscles greeted him in between his shoulders as he folded his wings together to have a look at his back, a desirable point of attraction in pegasus. He then checked his glutes, which were pleasantly padded despite their shapeliness from years of fucking and flying. Finally, he turned to face the mirror, and his cock and tangerine-sized balls flopped into place just under his lean but still cheese-gratable abs.

His filly fucker was impressive by pony stallion standards; flaccid it was 7 inches long and 2 or so inches thick. Erect, it stood proudly at 10 and a half inches, thickening to easily 3 1/2 inches whenever he was aroused (which was to say, a lot in the Master’s and Mistress-Goddess Celestia’s kingdom). He pondered the mirror for a few moments more, and decided to put the shorts into his bag.

Clothing in the Immortal Empire of Equestria was shapely and form-accenting at best, optional for the majority of the time, and offensive to the rulers of Equestria at worst. This was because it hid parts of the body, a sin of pride; ponies who made themselves attractive for the Mistress-Goddess and Master to admire should not have the privilege of choosing who saw what parts of their bodies. This was why most ponies in Canterlot chose to wear either very little or nothing at all. Besides which, why would anypony need clothes on days whose temperature was perfectly controlled by a loving goddess, and scheduled bouts of rain were at worst a chilly shower? Today, Soarin wanted to meet a powerful mistress, and say goodbye to his friends and mother. All parties wouldn’t mind him showing off a little coat, and would even appreciate it...

His mind set, he threw the saddle bag around his waist such that it sat below his wings and buckled just above his navel as well as his waist. The two halves of the bag were evenly distributed on either flank like two messenger bags. This allowed for aerodynamic flying with maximum cargo space. He took a last look around his apartment, and gave it one final silent goodbye. With that, he strode out the door, down the hallway, and stepped out onto the balcony at the end of the second-floor corridor. With a flap of his powerful wings, he propelled himself into the clear and brilliant blue sky above Ponyville.

Minutes later, Thunderlane touched down at the edge of Mistress Applejack’s ranch, careful not to knock down too many of the apples that hung fat and vibrant red in their branches. He walked down the dirt path, and took in the smells and sights of the beautiful green orchard that seemed to stretch forever into the low hills surrounding the farm. He fluttered carefully up to a treetop and plucked an apple from the bough, then landed lightly back on his way. After he dropped to the ground, a bright green bud slowly began to form on the broken stem as Thunderlane walked down the dirt path to the barn and crunched on his snack.

At the door, a golden coated pony with a grass-green mane and tail greeted him at the doors to the massive barn. “Howdy Thunderlane! You come to help with the cows? I know they’ve been missing out on your… gentle touch..” She giggled at her own joke.

Thunderlane chuckled appreciatively. “Well Fritter… I came to see if mom was using the milking equipment today. I’m going off to Cloudsdale soon… and I wanted to say goodbye.”

Apple Fritter squealed, and clapped her hands together in delight! “Oh Thunder, she just came in a few minutes ago, and she’s been talking all about your adoption with the other farmhands these past few weeks! She’ll be so happy to see you!”

Thunderlane blushed and rubbed his arm. “I wish I could have visited sooner… I’ve just been really busy helping Mistress Fluttershy, and of course getting my papers to Cloudsdale took a little bit of time…” His muzzle was gripped by two delicate fingers, and he stopped talking.

Apple Fritter smiled warmly “She’ll be thrilled to see you Thunderlane, just go on in!” She leaned forward, her pigtails brushing his chest, and planted a comforting kiss on his muzzle as she released it from her grip.

Thunderlane drew her in and kissed back, caressing her cheek before pulling away. “Thanks Apple Fritter! See you in a minute!”

Apple Fritter tugged open the barn door for him and smirked as she watched his cute taught ass disappear through the doorway. “Little more than a minute I’d reckon…” she chuckled to herself.

When Thunderlane entered the barn, and Apple Fritter shut the door behind him he was hit with a pleasant smell of subtle perfumes, the dry odor of well-kept hay, the sharp scent of metal, and the distinct musk of sex along with a creamy scent of milk. In the dimly lit barn, there were cow-ponies that lined the sides, resting their enormous and juicy boobies on a slanted brace of leather covered wood, squishing together a bit with milking suction cups covering their gushing nipples. The cow-ponies had slightly longer and curlier fur than ponies, and the patterns tended to produce spots and patches of varying shapes all over their bodies. In addition they sported little horns adorning their heads and tufted whip-like tails instead of the typical sort but with long locks of a pony.

The cow-ponies nearest to Thunderlane mooed happily at his appearance. A particularly perky cow-pony pushed her carrot-colored mane and head over her basketball sized boobies to catch his eye. “Hi Thunder! Have you come to work ~moo?” She caressed the soft off-lime and brown fur on her gushing boobies suggestively.

Thunderlane shook his head. “Sorry Junebug, I’ve just come to visit my mom…”

Junebug mooed a little disappointedly. “Oh moo~. Ok, see moo later!” Thunderlane got only a few steps before she called out again. “AH! Thunder! Just look out for Big Moo~, I mean Mac… he’s very… ‘possessive’ today. I think he was working his way through the proper cowponies right now, but just be careful, moo-k?

Thunderlane hesitated. Big Mac was Mistress Applejack’s (and by extension Fluttershy’s) prize breeding and pleasure stud, and the Earth Pony champion of the fucking competition which was one of the main events of the Equestria Games. He also happened to be the pony with the largest stallion dick in Equestria. He had been a breeding stud so long, and his cock demanded such constant stimulation, that he tended to view the world as things that he could and couldn’t fuck… and there were very few ponies that fell under the latter category. And he DIDN’T like things getting in the way of a fuck. Thunderlane gulped just thinking about it.

The cowponies she was referring to were the oldest, most experienced, and largest of the cows that Mistress Applejack kept for their milk and ENORMOUS mammaries. Despite her own impressive size, technically Junebug and the other cowponies in this barn where were just ‘calves’ in comparison.

“Thanks June, I’ll be sure not to offend him…” With that, he treaded a bit more quietly to the public milking equipment on the left side of the barn, thankfully opposite of the cow stables.