Wanderlust in Canterlot

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Human, Princess Luna, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Sex
Length: 7045

What happens when a young man meets a stunning young Prince?

Content with his new life and his quadrupedal lover, Alex decides to visit the capital of Equestria - Canterlot. The bustling metropolis has many wondrous sights to behold, although none quite as captivating as Prince Artemis, the young diarch and ruler of the night...

NOTE: Check out the previous story for some exposition and lore stuff. Jackelope wrote the first one.

Kinks Include: Male on Male, Flirting, Dirty Talk, Interspecies, Crossdressing, Body Worship, Cock Worship, Oral, Size Difference, and Light Cum Inflation

Cover by: Gaiki

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Published 2021-08-18 20:20:04 UTC
Last updated 2021-08-18 20:20:04 UTC

Royal Reverie

“I’m missing you already ,” Zecora murmured, draping his head over the young man’s shoulder.

Smiling to himself, Alex reassuringly stroked the zebra’s shoulder. “It’s just for the weekend, I’ll be back in no time, no worries,” he responded. “Just don’t have too much fun without me.”

The stallion reared back and playfully grinned at his bipedal lover. “Please, I would never.”

Despite knowing the claim was a bit of a lie, seeing as how they’d agreed that an open relationship would best suit them both, he couldn’t help but grin – not because his striped stud wouldn’t have fun without him, but because he knew he had nothing to worry about. Aside from being one of, if not the only human in Equestria, he was very confident in his carnal prowess. There weren’t many creatures his size who adored serving stallions, and fewer still who could accommodate a full-sized equine, yet he was one of the rare few who held both traits.

“I’m more worried about you,” Zecora snickered, shaking the femboy from his stupor. “If you manage to hook up with someone, I want to hear all about it.”

“As if anyone could ever ruin me like you,” Alex countered, lovingly stroking the stud’s chest.

Leaning to the side, noticing the coal-black length slipping from his mate’s sheath, an excited shiver ran up his spine. If they’d had time, and weren’t on the boarding platform at the train station, he would have gleefully dragged the striped hunk off for a quickie – sadly, it just wasn’t meant to be. With the locomotive steaming behind him, knowing he had go and find his seat, he cupped his coltfriend’s face, stood on his tiptoes, and kissed the stallion’s snout.

“Just be safe,” Zecora whispered, his smile wavering.

Stooping over and retrieving his duffle bag, getting one last glimpse of the zebra’s heavenly package, he straightened up and turned towards the passenger car. “I’ll bring you back something.”

“The only thing I want you to bring back,” the stud began, stepping forward, “is that succulent backside and beautiful face of yours.”

Alex pursed his lips, feeling the blood rush to his face. The potion maker had a way with words, one only rivaled by his carnal prowess, and he seemed hellbent on keeping his little human lover to stay. Scrunching his nose, about to make a pithy comeback, the train’s horn cut him off. Shooting forward, giving his mate one final kiss on the lips, he turned and scampered aboard.

As badly as he would have liked to stay, whiling away his afternoon and weekend with his paramour, he couldn’t bring himself to miss his trip – after all, he’d already paid for the ticket. Truth be told, he’d hoped to bring Zecora along, although that had fallen through. Having received a rather substantial order, the potion-maker had reluctantly put his business before pleasure.

Trotting down the aisle, finding his assigned seat, Alex stowed his duffel in the overhead compartment, sidled over, and eased himself down. He wasn’t one to travel alone, ordinarily speaking, yet there was one place he’d simply been dying to see – the capital city of Canterlot. From everything he’d heard, the bustling metropolis had a great many exotic sight, plenty of places to shop, and enough entertainment to keep him busy for weeks – sure, he’d only decided to visit for a weekend, but that would be plenty of time to give himself a taste of Equestria’s biggest city.

With the train lazily moving beneath him, gradually lumbering down the tracks and out of town, he peered out the window. Of all the things he’d heard of in the capital, there was one place that stuck out among the rest – the royal castle. Quite literally the seat of all Equestria, the ancient keep was home to Prince Solaris and Prince Artemis, the twin diarchs of the land.

Though he’d never met the royal siblings in person, he’d read of them in newspapers and magazines. Solaris, the older brother, reigned over the day, while his younger brother, Artemis, ruled through the nights. The pair had founded the Equestrian empire millennia ago, being nearly immortal alicorns, and they were universally loved throughout the land.

Peeking down at himself, seeing the tight galaxy-print leggings clinging to his lower half, Alex smirked. He couldn’t exactly say why he’d developed such a fixation with Artemis, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t captivated by the young Prince. With a sapphire coat, mane and tail like the night sky, and being far larger than any ordinary pony, he was very easy on the eyes – a fact which complimented his supposedly kindly demeanor.

If he was lucky, and he very much hoped he would be, he’d arrive early enough to tour the castle that afternoon – if not, he’d have to wait until the following day. There was no real rush, and he doubted he’d actually get to see either of the Princes in person, yet the thrill of stepping foot inside such a historic and illustrious place, as well as the two magnificent ponies who dwelled there, was his top priority. There were a few other places he’d like to see, yet those were a tertiary concern.

Gently rocking and swaying in his seat, while the locomotive steamed along, he retrieved a book from his belongings and made himself comfortable. Engrossed in the steamy romance novel, the hours practically flew by. The story, chronicling the forbidden love between two cowponies, was exceptionally hot and left him more than a little flustered. He hadn’t even realized he’d reached his destination, until the lightly squealing brakes and horn tore his attention from his reading.

Peeking out the window, seeing the station coming into view, he closed his book and made ready to depart. There weren’t many passengers in his particular car, meaning he was able to gather his things without having to worry about bumping into anyone. With his bag hanging from one shoulder, and the locomotive having come to a complete stop, he stepped through the doors and onto the platform.

Considering the odd hour, and the fact that it wasn’t a season for tourism, the city seemed relatively peaceful – having said that, it was still leaps and bounds busier than Ponyville. The station was located just within Canterlot, past the suburbs not directly at the metropolis’ heart. Holding his bag, gazing at the large buildings, carriages rolling by, and colorful ponies trotting about, he beamed.

Though the sun was setting, casting long shadows along the streets and alleyways, he knew he had a few hours of daylight left - a few hours before he’d have to book a room for himself. Setting his sights on the castle in the distance, nestled against the mountain upon which the city was founded, he set off on his path. Getting checked into a hotel could wait until after he’d checked off an item on his bucket list.

The paved sidewalks were a pleasant departure from the packed earth of Ponyville, allowing him to make good time - well, besides having to avoid pedestrians and the occasional taxi carriage. Strolling along, keeping his eyes practically glued to the towering keep, his pace quickened. There were plenty of awe inspiring sights to see in Equestria, sure, but none quite as majestic as the Princes’ palace.

It took him less than a half-hour’s walk to arrive at the castle’s gates, and another ten minutes to join a tour group which was just about to enter the grounds, but he quickly joined fellow sightseers from near and far. Swiftly fishing into his bag, while the guide led them to the manor’s entrance, he retrieved his camera. Even if he didn’t pick up any souvenirs, he’d be sure to chronicle his visit.

Unfortunately, between his enthusiasm and abject fascination, he found himself growing further and further behind the tour group. Unlike the rest of the party, who steadily navigated through the labyrinthine structure, his pace was far less clipped. It wasn’t until he entered a gallery, surrounded by various paintings and statues, that he made a faux pas.

Utterly engrossed by the artwork, taking multiple pictures, he didn’t even realize he’d been abandoned until it was too late. The distinct lack of chatter and clopping hooves alerted him that something was amiss, drawing his attention away from a marble bust of a former commander of the Wonderbolts. Wheeling around, drawn by the distinct lack of noise, he discovered he’d been abandoned.

With no guide to follow, nor any obvious staff about to ask for help, he knit his brow. Wandering around the royal palace wasn’t exactly what he’d call ideal, but he couldn’t have been the first to wind up in such a predicament, could he? Glancing between a trio of hallways, unsure which direction his group had taken, he chose a corridor and started walking.

Left to aimlessly wander, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone who could point him in the proper direction, something interesting caught his eye. It wasn’t the t-intersection he was walking towards that he found interesting, but what lay behind it. Outside an ornate glass door, backlit by the sunset, rested what appeared to be a garden of some sort.

With few other options left, and not another living soul in sight, he crept towards the door, opened it, and saw himself outside. He’d heard that there was at least one courtyard within the palace, yet he’d never extensively studied the grounds or layout, making the discovery a pleasant one. Surveying the lush area, feeling the cool air on his skin, he froze.

Standing not but two-dozen paces away, beside a rose bush, lingered a singular figure. Far larger than any pony he’d ever seen, even his substantially sized stud of a lover, the equine stood nearly two heads taller than himself. The size, coloration, and singular aspects of a horn and wings left him speechless; somehow, as impossible as it seemed, he’d stumbled upon Prince Artemis.

Unsure of what to do, unable to find his voice, he locked eyes with the alicorn. A maelstrom of thoughts assailed him, filling him with an odd combination of anxiety and wonder. There was a very real chance that he wasn’t supposed to be there, especially since he wasn’t being accompanied by a guide, and it was all he could do to nervously fidget in place.

“What have we here?” the Prince began, nonchalantly trotting towards the stricken young man. “Are we lost?”

Being lost in the castle had been awkward enough, yet he was not prepared to stumble upon one of the diarchs. The alicorn’s astute observation and relaxed demeanor, while somewhat reassuring, did little to calm Alex’s nerves, yet he couldn’t just stand there and not respond to a royal. Steeling himself, adjusting the bag slung over his shoulder, he swallowed hard.

“Y...yeah,” he stammered, feeling himself starting to blush. “I got separated from the other tourists.”

“I see,” Artemis intoned, eyeing his unexpected company from top to bottom. “The castle is quite large, and the guides do move at a brisk pace, so it happens from time to time - that is, unless you were trying to happen upon a defenseless Prince.”

Alex’s cheeks darkened all the more, as he innocently held his hands up. “N...no! I mean, I’ve always thought about meeting you, but I never-”

Artemis softly laughed, cutting his bewildered guest off. “No need to feel so tense - trust me, it’s not the first time this has happened,” he snickered, dismissively waving a hoof. “By the way, I love those pants of yours.”

“T...thanks,” the young man whispered, averting his gaze.

Lazily trotting around him, the Prince helped himself to a view of his backside. His choice of garments hadn’t been meant to impress, with his leggings being tight and breathable, which immediately made him regret the decision - that was, until he heard an appreciative hum. Peeking over his shoulder, seeing the stallion gazing at his backside, his heart skipped a beat.

“Those colors are quite flattering against your pale hide,” Artemis remarked, unabashedly inspecting the young man’s tush, “and the material is quite flattering.”

Alex’s jaw flapped, yet not a sound escaped him. To think that he’d suddenly find himself getting casually hit on by one of the oldest and most powerful creatures in Equestria was unbelievable, yet there was no mistaking it - the Prince had just coolly complimented him. Inspired and more than a little turned on by the unplanned turn of events, he brazenly cocked his hip.

Almost reluctantly shifting his focus to his visitor’s face, the Prince smiled. “I have no doubt that you know who I am, and I’ve most certainly heard about you, but I feel as though an introduction is in order,” he serenely stated, dipping his head. “I am Prince Artemis.”

Coming to his senses, reminded that he was facing a royal, Alex turned and sank to one knee. “I’m Alex.”

“Come now, there’s no need for such formalities,” the alicorn chuckled. Offering a hoof, helping the young man to his feet, his smile broadened. “The real question is what I should do with you…”

“W...well, you could point me in the direction of the other tourists,” Alex sheepishly asserted.

“And have you continue a droll tour of the castle? Perish the thought,” Artemis laughed. Turning away, motioning for his impromptu guest to follow, he languidly headed towards the nearby doorway. “Considering I have nothing better to do for the next few hours, and that I’d be more than interested in hearing about Equestria’s most exotic visitor, I feel like a personal tour would be in order. Come, walk by me.”

Without a second thought, despite a sudden weakness in his knees, Alex scampered up to the illustrious stallion’s side. Never in a thousand years would he have imagined being escorted by a Prince, and such a handsome one at that, but he was not about to turn down the once in a lifetime offer. Strolling along with the alicorn, trying and failing not to slip glances at his beautiful host, he accompanied the diarch into the palace.

Walking and chatting, the pair sluggishly wandered their way through the castle. The sights and decor were still spellbinding, but Alex found it impossible to give his attention to anything but the Prince himself. Gorgeous, tall, and exceptionally amiable, the svelte stallion was even more mesmerizing than he’d ever hoped. As they moved from corridor to corridor, growing increasingly ensconced with one another, the pair eventually made their way into the central spire of the keep.

“Goodness me, where does the time go,” Artemis softly tutted, peering out a window at the night sky.

“I…” Alex paused, only then noticing how late it had gotten.

Their prolonged conversation and circuitous route they’d taken had whiled away what little daylight was left, leaving him in a bit of a conundrum. There was a very real chance that the guided tour he’d paid for was long since finished, and he still had to find lodging for the night, yet he was reluctant to excuse himself from his regal guide. Apparently sensing his trepidation, clearing his throat, the Prince fondly grinned down at him.

“By chance, do you know where we are?” Artemis softly asked.

Looking around himself, realizing he hadn’t the foggiest idea of where in the palace he was, Alex shook his head. “Not really, no.”

“You happen to be standing just outside my chamber,” the stallion noted, nodding to an embellished door. “Care to have a look?”

Though he would have never asked something so brazen of the Prince, Alex couldn’t help but nod. “I...if it’s alright with you.”

Turning to and magically opening the door, Artemis led the young man into his room. “Really, it’s no bother at all. As I’m sure you’ll note, there’s nothing that grand or auspicious.”

Alex felt certain that their definitions of auspicious differed greatly, since he’d never seen a larger and more lavish bedroom in his entire life. Roughly oblong in shape, with what appeared to be a bathroom and closet at either end, the chamber was massive. Adorned with a sizable bed, vanity, and a small fainting couch, the area was embellished with tapestries hung from the walls.

“I’m surprised you don’t have a partner, or were they lost with the tour group?” the Prince inquired.

Snapping from his stupor, feeling his blush return with full force, Alex shook his head. “I do have a coltfriend, but he’s back in Ponyville.”

“As I should have suspected,” Artemis sighed, his grin faltering ever so slightly. “Pray tell, whom is this particularly lucky stallion?”

Taken aback by the word lucky, Alex drew a breath to steady himself. “His name is Zecora, he’s -”

“The potion maker, yes, I’ve heard of him,” the stallion intoned, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. “Have you two been an item for long?”

Alex was no fool, and he could easily read between the lines. The focused line of questions, personal escort, and compliments from before led him to believe that the Prince was genuinely interested in him - a fact that was positively irresistible. Considering his words, yet unwilling to overtly lie to his gracious host, he fitfully played with his hands.

“We’ve only been dating for a few months, even though I’ve known him for over a year,” he murmured. “But we’re in an open relationship.”

“Oh?” Artemis chirped, piquing a brow. “Do tell.”

“Well, we’ve invited a third into our bed once or twice, and we’ve both agreed that there’s some wiggle room for fun by ourselves, so long as we’re open and honest about it,” Alex timidly explained.

Almost immediately after he’d spoken, he noticed the stallion’s gaze wander to his hips. It wasn’t like he’d planned on talking about the intimate details of his relationship with Zecora - then again, he hadn’t exactly planned on running into a Prince either. The attention and somewhat awkward conversation subconsciously drew his attention to the alicorn’s lower half.

It really wasn’t his fault for having a soft-spot for large, charming stallions, but his curiosity was his undoing. As his eyes settled upon a dark, semi-rigid length emerging from beneath the Prince, his pulse spiked. Flirting and the occasional peek at one another had been one thing, but seeing the effect he’d had on the Prince was downright awe inspiring. Watching the stallion’s growing arousal, feeling his mouth start to water, a light chuckle caught his ear.

“Perhaps you’d like a closer look?” Artemis smugly asked.

His eyes widened, his blood ran cold, and he felt faint, having realized he’d been metaphorically caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His anxiety came roaring back - not just because he’d been longingly staring at the Prince’s package, but because he was secretly hoping things would continue to go in a decidedly amorous direction. Caught between a rock and a hard place, feeling genuinely uneasy at the prospect of ruining what had been a pleasant afternoon, he kept his lips glued shut.

Without waiting for a reply, sparing the young man the indignity of answering, the stallion sauntered over to his dresser. “Actually, come to think of it, would you mind doing something for me?”

“Of course - I mean, sure,” Alex blurted, immeasurably relieved that he was left off the hook.

Igniting his horn, pulling open one of the many drawers on the piece of furniture, Artemis rummaged around for a moment and produced a tiny wooden box. “Would you mind trying this on for me? Pardon the sudden request, but I believe it would look quite ravishing on you.”

“What is it?” Alex countered. Extending a hand, as the parcel floated towards him, he inspected the little package.

“How about you go and see for yourself,” the Prince haughtily stated, moving to the bed. “I’ll be right here waiting…”

Seeing few other options, and curious as to what he’d been asked to try on, Alex set down his bag and walked towards the restroom. Being asked to model something raised a number of questions, yet his curiosity about exactly what he’d been handed ultimately won out. Closing the door behind himself, getting a bit of privacy, he opened the box.

The outfit that lay within the parcel was, in a word, extraordinary. The frilly, midnight-blue negligee, replete with leggings, a pair of panties, garter-belt, arm socks, and a lace choker, were absolutely stunning, although they made him curious as to why the Prince would have an outfit tailored for a human. After carefully setting each article on the sink, he gradually began to disrobe.

Even if things didn’t go any further than looking, he’d be remiss for not showing off the attire - that and he was dying to see how he looked in it. Piece by piece, once he’d stripped out of his clothing, he started to dress himself. The panties came first, snuggling against his diminutive package, followed by the leggings, garter belt, arm warmers, and finally the choker. It was only after he was fully clad in the apparel did he give himself a look in the mirror.

While he preferred masculine studs, he had to admit that he looked stunning. The dark color of the attire complimented his lightly colored skin, and accentuated his feminine build perfectly. Turning in place, inspecting himself from different angles, his eyes settled on something at the back of the counter - some hot-pink lipstick and eyeliner.

Unable to help himself, yet curious as to why the stallion would have makeup in his bathroom, he swiftly anointed himself. Though he didn’t often gussy himself up, saving such things for rare moments, the opportunity proved too good to pass up. Giving himself one final once-over, ensuring everything was seated properly, he opened the door, strutted into the room, looked to the bed, and nearly collapsed - not out of shock, but because of the sight he beheld.

Lying supine atop the mattress, with his head resting atop a heap of pillows beneath the headboard, the Prince’s body was on full display. Amazed by the sight, only just remembering to breathe, his gaze crept to the stud’s groin. The nearly black, velvety length of stallionhood which met his eyes was perfection given flesh, virtually calling to him like a siren’s song.

“Lovely - simply lovely,” Artemis mused, slapping his hardening length against his belly. “How about you come a bit closer, my sweet.”

Drifting towards the bed, without even fully realizing he’d already taken a step closer to his host, Alex’s blood ran hot. It didn’t matter if the whole thing was some sort of setup, or that the Prince coincidentally had an outfit custom tailored to fit him - his only concern was obliging his host in any way possible. Stopping at the foot of the bed, glancing between the alicorn’s nethers and smiling face, he stepped forward and rested a knee on the mattress.

“I did say that you could have a closer look, did I not?” Artemis purred, splaying his hind legs slightly. “Come now, don’t be so coy…”

The last line did Alex in, cementing that he had the green light to proceed. Crawling up the mattress, moving between the Prince’s outstretched legs, he hungrily peered at the regal package before him. Breathing through his nose, doing his level best not to come off as too hasty, the stud’s heavenly scent struck him like a gong.

His lecherous wants seized hold, as he buried his face in the fleshy folds between the towering stallionhood and ripe, weighty nuts. There was a time when he’d been unsure of how to pleasure a pony, but that time had passed. The muscle memory of being with Zecora leapt to the fore, allowing him to act on instinct.

Delicately kissing the alicorn’s balls, slowly making his way upward, he left a trail of bright pink marks along the stud’s equipment. Despite being a somewhat awkward position to service a quadruped, he couldn’t have been happier with the circumstances. Wrapping his hands around the Prince’s cock, incrementally moving towards the blunted tip, he dragged his tongue over the monolithic tool.

Though Artemis wasn’t quite as girthy as his beloved Zecora, the alicorn beat the zebra in overall length. Nearly as thick as his wrist, and longer than his forearm, the diarch’s endowment was more than any human lover could ever afford. As his lips graced the blunted tip, angling the imposing length towards his face, he peeked up at his host.

“There’s a good mare,” Artemis cooed, hardening in the young man’s grasp. “I do love when they’re eager - and you are certainly eager, aren’t you?”

Alex’s mouth was already partially open, fully intent on slipping the stud’s stallionhood into his maw, when the question had been asked. While most would have surely answered, momentarily pausing to respond, he had something better in mind. Leaning forward, guiding the velvety flesh past his lips and against his tongue, his heavily lidded eyes stayed locked on the Prince’s face.

“Mmmhmm,” he hummed around the lightly throbbing length.

“Such a needy little thing,” the stallion giggled, evoking his arcane might.

Though Alex couldn’t exactly see what the Prince was up to, while he steadily bobbed his head, the sight and sound of magic piqued his interest - still, that was hardly going to break his focus. Balancing on one hand, while cranking the thick root of stallionhood with the other, he virtually inhaled the divine shaft. Having perfected his technique, after innumerable times with his striped lover, his throat yielded to the alicorn’s length.

He’d nearly choked when he’d first tried to deep-throat Zecora, but that felt like a lifetime ago. His practice and persistence, coupled with the fact that Artemis’ endowment was slightly more slender than his mate’s, made the affair much simpler than it would have been months prior. Breathing on the backstrokes, while relaxing on his plunges, he gradually worked the log of flesh down his gullet. While it may have sounded odd to most, he took great pride in his unmatched oral skills.

Merrily slurping away, leaving streaks of lipstick along the saliva slickened shaft, he ravenously sucked the diarch off. The taste, as with the rest of the Prince, was exquisite. Salty and decidedly masculine, the flavor of unwashed stallionhood never failed to fan the flames of his lust. Unfortunately for him, being wholly engrossed with blowing the stud, he didn’t notice what was going on behind him until it was too late.

The sensation of something cool and wet on his backside caused him to start, yet the feeling of something soft and blunt prodding his backdoor brought his motions to a screeching halt. Withdrawing slightly, yet keeping the first few inches of cock in his mouth, he angled his head and looked back. Prompted by his response, a slender equine dildo floated into view and waggled back and forth.

“I do hope you don’t mind, Darling, I thought it only fair,” Artemis affectionately whispered, bringing the tip of the sex-toy to the femboy’s rump.

Alex couldn’t verbally reply, since it was impolite to speak with his mouth full - that being said, he let his actions speak for himself. Arching his back, and invitingly wiggling his tush, he silently implored the Prince. He certainly wasn’t opposed to getting a bit of stimulation, especially if it was meant as a warmup for something more.

Without any further prompting, Artemis tenderly drove the toy into his ass. While it wasn’t the biggest dildo he’d had in himself, and it was far smaller than either the alicorn he was currently worshiping or Zecora, the fat tip grinding against his prostate was amazing. His cock swayed and twitched beneath him, drooling a bead of glistening pre-cum, as he groaned around his host’s stallionhood.

The Prince’s contented sighs, the virile smell, the feeling of having his backside played with, and the amazing taste dancing over his palate were nirvanic, easily as or, dare he say it, more incredible than that of his coltfriend. The entire tryst was like something straight from a wet-dream or a dirty novel, leaving him practically giddy. Staring down at the stud’s groin, seeing he’d only managed to throat roughly half of the stallion’s length, he forced his head downward.

Fellating a creature so much larger and more heavily endowed than himself never failed to be exhilarating, seeing as how there weren’t many, if any humans could accomplish such a feat. Holding his breath, starting his internal clock, he pressed his lips to and over the thick medial ring. As his nose graced the tuft of fur on Artemis’ crotch, having managed to accommodate the entire godly length, his eyelids fluttered.

The satisfaction of deep-throating a demigod was only eclipsed by the pleasure of having his love-button skillfully assaulted. Given the Prince’s technique, angling the dildo to caress his tender p-spot, he had little doubt that the alicorn was a supreme lover - finding joy in pleasing his mates. Concentrating on the task at hand, despite the welling bliss of being so amorously played with, he began steadily steadily fellating the stallion

His every movement was calculated, refined to an art. With his hand free, no longer needing to stroke Artemis’ shaft, he lovingly fondled the succulent pair of nuts beneath him. Stars above - he couldn’t fathom how productive the umbral steed was, but he had every intention of finding out. Rearing back, bringing the sensitive glans into his mouth, he sinfully hummed.

“Mmmmph,” Artemis huffed, palpably shivering with delight.

Not to be outdone, the Prince adjusted the dildo’s angle and speed. The additional pressure, paired with the added force, caused Alex’s comparably small dick to leak like a faucet. Without so much as touching himself, creeping ever-closer to his limit, the young man feverishly fought to pleasure his host. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to last, but knew he wasn’t going to be satisfied until he’d earned the alicorn’s essence.

On and on the pair went, gradually ramping up the intensity. Like a debaucherous game of cat and mouse, each pushed the other onward, testing one another’s limits, until the final few moments. Feeling the stallion throb against his tongue, sensing the battering ram-like head expanding in size, Alex struck. With one swift motion, having hastily filled his lungs, he leaned in and wholly sheathed the Prince’s length in his gullet.

Though he couldn’t see Artemis’ reaction, he sure as heck felt it. A deep, guttural groan escaped the stallion, as what seemed like a small tsunami of spunk rushed up his pulsing shaft. Like a volcano of passion, the immense tool erupted almost directly in the young man’s stomach. Overwhelmed with gratification, completely ignoring a sudden flash of light, the little human’s essence squirted and dribbled onto the bedsheets below.

Practically forcing himself to withdraw, yearning to taste the virile essence which coursed into him, Alex ensured the final few shots gushed into his awaiting mouth. The taste was, as he’d expected, heavenly. Rich and thick, befitting of a Prince, the seed coating his palate was everything he’d hoped for. Savoring flavor, rolling his tongue around in the rich cream, a light pat on his head drew his attention away.

“Smile,” Artemis intoned, snapping a picture the second the young man looked up.

Taken aback, too stunned to move, Alex felt the length twitch. At some point or another, likely when he’d been in the bathroom, his host must have retrieved his camera. As he blinked away his confusion, still reeling from the lighthearted surprise, the stallion affectionately stroked his cheek.

“Be a good mare and show your Prince that nice mouthful,” the alicorn purred, shifting the camera.

The sudden inclusion of photography stoked Alex’s exhibitionistic side. Obediently opening his maw, putting on his best pair of come hither eyes, he stared into the lens. Be darned if he could explain why he liked showing off, but having proof of his sexual accomplishments was wildly inspirational. After a handful of additional shots, exemplifying his veneration of the stud’s equipment, he crawled up the stallion’s chest.

“I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, Sir,” he whispered, resting his cheek against the Prince’s chest.

“It was, but,” Artemis began, moving a forehoof over his guest’s back, “I don’t believe we’re finished yet, and I don’t think my precious little mare would be satisfied without a proper breeding…”

Even though he’d just blow his load, and had what felt like a gallon of jizz filling his belly, Alex rolled off the alicorn. The massive bed gave him more than enough room to maneuver, and could even comfortably hold another stallion or two, so he had plenty of empty space to work with. Shuffling to the side, on his hands and knees, he lowered his chest to the mattress.

Swinging his legs to the side, getting to his hooves, Artemis sauntered around to face his prostrate guest. “While I do appreciate a mare of few words, I’m sure you have something to say.”

Peering over his shoulder, seeing the stud looming over him, Alex reached back and prized his buns apart. “Sire, I...I beg of you, breed me.”

Though it was a bit theatrical, he’d meant every word. Blowing one of the most powerful and influential ponies in all of Equestria was all well and good, but being mounted and rutted by one - that would be an achievement he’d relish for years to come. Watching the stud effortlessly step over him, pressing his forehooves to either side of his head, he felt the slime, heat, and weight of Artemis’ stallionhood glide over the cleft of his tush.

“Your resolve is admirable, and your oral technique is superb, but are you truly worthy of accepting a Prince?” the noble mused, gently bucking his hips.

Able to bear it no longer, wanting - no, needing to feel himself stretch around the heavenly length, Alex gnawed his lip. “Please,” he pleaded, peeking up at the Prince’s face, “I need you…”

Rolling his hips back, Artemis playfully prodded his guest’s needy hole. “Such a good little mare…”

Opening his mouth to reply, fully intent on begging, Alex’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, as the colossal stallionhood ground into him. The lube and dildo had done their job, loosening him up for the main event, yet the intrusion was still intense. Be it from careful planning or sheer coincidence, the sex-toy wasn’t nearly as large as the alicorn’s endowment, leaving his backside still remarkably taut.

Acting on instinct, effectively working on auto-pilot, he rocked his waist backwards. He’d cum mere minutes before, spewing his meger load to the sheets, yet the intrusion of something so large practically erased his refractory period. Though he wasn’t hard, pre-cum and traces of his first load drooled from his semi-flaccid prick. Clutching the bedsheets, savoring every inch of the magnificent stallionhood snaking through his depths, he shuddered.

“Good girl, there you go,” Artemis reassuringly whispered, “almost there…”

Feeling the grapefruit-sized pair of balls bump against his package, Alex moaned. Being railed by Zecora was amazing, pushing him to his limits, but this was different. Throughout the entirety of his relatively short life, he’d never had something or someone fill him so completely, and he absolutely loved it. Clenching his hole, pushing back against his quadrupedal lover, his ambitions got the better of him.

“So impetuous,” the Prince snickered, lowering his head over the femboy’s face. “Perhaps I should teach you some manners.”

Immediately regretting his impulsive actions, as the stud began to withdraw, Alex’s body was driven forward by a titanic thrust. One of the double-edged swords of being a hopeless lover of stallions was that his size was a blessing and a curse - allowing him to be easily overpowered and, for lack of a better word, manhandled by majestic equines. It was all he could do to hold on for dear life, as his host started to truly fuck.

He couldn’t speak for the divine beast, but he certainly hoped Artemis was enjoying himself as much as he was. Soft, effeminate grunts and groans escaped him, as each plunge drove the wind from his lungs. Snaking a hand under himself, pawing at his belly, he felt the unmistakable imprint of the behemoth stallionhood driving in and out of his ass.

“What an - Mmmph - adorable expression,” Artemis snickered.

Turning an eye upward, seeing the Prince’s smug grin, Alex could only think of one thing to say. “H...Harder, Daddy.”

With an approving snort, the alicorn acquiesced. Slightly altering his positioning, as well as the depth of his thrusts, Artemis utterly undid his diminutive mate. His girthy medial ring rested almost perfectly on the little human’s p-spot, milking the delicate organ with an unstoppable combination of brute force and unparalleled skill.

The pitch of Alex’s mewling raised an octave, his toes curled, and saliva crept down his chin. Somehow, as impossible as it seemed, he’d been driven to the brink of climax with next to no effort. It took everything he had to keep from collapsing, fighting tooth and nail to stay in position, but it was to no avail; with watery spunk seeping from his flailing dick, his legs gave out.

Without skipping a beat, Artemis squatted down and continued mercilessly fucking his svelte guest. Though Alex no longer held power over his own body, he continued to move with the stallion - not of his own doing, but due to the impetus of the stud’s pistoning hips. Each plunge bulged his stomach, lifting his lower half oh-so slightly, as he was quite literally pounded into the mattress.

Alex’s mind went blank, overwhelmed by the magnitude of his virile and nigh omnipotent lover. Blurry and unfocused, practically glazed over, his eyes stared into the ether. Some part of him realized that an alicorn’s carnal might would be unbelievable, yet he’d underestimated the Prince by an unfathomable margin. Only barely cognizant of the stallion’s slowing motions, lost in a rapturous haze, he suddenly found himself flipped onto his back.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d much rather gaze upon that beautiful face of yours,” the Prince demurely sighed, sorcerously lifting and spreading the lad’s legs.

Walking the razor’s edge of consciousness, hearing the truly moving complement, Alex was brought back to the present. He’d always had a weakness for flattery, but the admission of beauty shook the foundations of his very being. Had he been single, he would have immediately pledged himself to the regal diarch; unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

He truly did care for Zecora, and sincerely hoped they’d remain an item, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be the Prince’s mare for the night. Summoning a strength he didn’t know he had, shakily lifting his arms, he lovingly caressed the stallion’s face, lifted his head, and passionately kissed his sire. As he hotly made out with the illustrious steed, with his mouth filled with the alicorn’s muscular tongue, Artemis commenced to plow him like a spring field.

Though the verbal play had been extremely erotic, being called a mare, Alex very much felt like the fertile and very eager mare he dreamed to be. Imagining a fruitful womb within him, ravenous for the stud’s virile seed, he whimpered around Artemis’ tongue. In spite of the weakness afflicting him, his unfettered lust drove him onward.

Sharing the young man’s breath, unleashing every ounce of his sexual fury, Artemis slipped into a rut lust. The tender and soft ministrations of a loving Prince were gone, replaced by the bestial desires residing at the alicorn’s core. His jackhammering stallionhood dragged out and stuffed in his lover’s battered hole, while his nuts rhythmically impacted against the soft, supple backside of the femboy’s tush.

As the tip of his length started to flare, scraping and locking itself deep within his mate, he screwed his eyes shut - still, try as he might, there was no stopping the inevitable. Regardless of how long the pair wanted the moment to last, to drag the experience on infinitely, there was no stopping it. The prolonged lovemaking had taken a toll - a toll which demanded he sow his seed within his exotic visitor.

The moment Alex felt the Prince’s - his Prince’s scalding essence flowing within him, surging through him and painting the very core of his being, he lost all control. His head flew back, braying out like a claimed mare, as he was brayed to the heavens in ecstasy. The prior two orgasms were surpassed in their entirety, feeling almost pitiful compared to the unimaginable bliss which shattered his mind and stripped him of the conscious world.

He genuinely couldn’t say how long he was out, nor what happened exactly thereafter, but he eventually awoke against the stallion’s belly. Resting on his back beneath him, elongated face draped over his shoulder, Artemis held him close. Shifting slightly, feeling an immense pressure in his gut, he peeked down at himself and stiffened. Though he didn’t remember the final moments of their passion, the results were plain to see.

His belly, heavy and obscenely distended with imperial spunk, gurgled and roiled with heat. Had he not known better, realizing that it was an impossibility, he could have sworn he was gravid with foal. Wearily wrapping his arms around the stallion’s chest, with Artemis quickly following suit, he rested his head against the Prince’s broad chest.

“Look to your left,” Artemis hummed.

Drowsily turning his head to the side, doing as he was asked, Alex saw the hovering camera, smiled, and secured his grip. Even if Zecora ended up being a bit upset with him, or more than likely jealous about the somewhat scandalous affair, having a few mementos would well be worth any fuss. Though he had no way of realizing it at the time, his well-deserved, tranquil expression, as well as the afterglow, was the perfect finishing touch for his first evening in Canterlot.

To be continued…