A Tale of Tutelage

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Chapter 1

Though Rumble hadn’t been exactly sure what would happen after his graduation, he was savvy enough to know he’d have to figure out how to start taking care of himself - as such he started looking for a job. Sadly for him, finding employment in Ponyville wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. Most ponies held onto their careers until they retired, meaning he had to broaden his horizons. Fortunately, after asking around, he was able to land an apprenticeship in Canterlot with Hoity Toity.

Rarity had been kind enough to put in a good word for him, and vouched for him with her fellow tailor, so getting the gig hadn’t been too much trouble. Truth be told, with his tutelage scheduled to last the entirety of the summer, he was overjoyed to experience new things and spend some time in the capital - sure, he was leaving his friends and family behind, but it was only for a few months. After having made his preparations, packed his things, and bid his adieus he boarded the train and departed for the seat of the Empire.

After several hours of tedious boredom, with his excitement mounting by the minute, he finally arrived. Canterlot was far, far larger than the relative backwater of Ponyville, leaving him stricken by the sprawling city. He’d only ever visited the capital once before, as a colt, but he’d been too young to remember much. Trotting off the platform, fishing into his trusty satchel, he retrieved the map to Hoity’s shop.

So far as he knew, his to-be employer mostly worked as a fashion critic, although he did own and operate a shop for an exclusive line of products he produced. While Rumble wasn’t exactly sure what manner of garments the stallion made, he wasn’t too concerned - after all, landing a gig with somepony of renown was an opportunity too good to pass up. Following a somewhat protracted stroll, navigating his way through the streets, he found himself before his opulent destination.

Seeing himself into the boutique, he got his first good look at his new workplace. The first thing to strike him was how small the shop was, only being roughly half the size of Rarity’s store in Ponyville; the second curiosity took him several minutes to notice, and it really left him at a loss - all the garments he could see, from the apparel on the mannequins to the neatly hung attire on the walls, seemed to be made wholly for stallions. Trotting over to a dummy, inspecting a somewhat garish and very provocative parody of a cowboy outfit, he failed to hear hooffalls approaching him.

As he turned in place, Rumble’s jaw nearly hit the floor. There, standing not but a few paces away, was one of the biggest, most handsome stallions he’d ever laid eyes upon. Towering over him, at least three times his size, the bronco’s pewter coat and silvery mane were unmistakable. He’d heard about Hoity Toity before, and even seen a few pictures in magazines, but he would never have fathomed how absolutely awe inspiring actually meeting the couture would actually be.

“If I’m not mistaken, you must be Rumble,” Hoity intoned, dipping his head and peering at the relatively diminutive pegasus.

The deep, sonorous tone struck Rumble like a gong, only eventually reminding him that he was standing before his employer. “Y...yeah, that’s me,” he stammered, anxiously extending a hoof.

Maintaining his impassive expression, wholly ignoring the proffered hoof, Hoity lazily trotted around his guest. He’d been to Ponyville on several occasions, travelling to the small village several times a year to buy outfits from Rarity, so he’d seen Rumble before, though he hadn’t known the lad’s name until recently. Frankly, after he’d neared that his impending apprentice was none other than the little pegasus, he’d been overjoyed.

While it was a bit shameful to admit, he’d always had a fondness for small, svelte stallions - as a matter of fact, when he wasn’t attending fashion shows or acting as a consultant, he was designing apparel for such ponies. It wasn’t like he expected anything to happen between them, since their arrangement was a formal one, yet he certainly wasn’t opposed to having some eye candy around the shop. Appraising his charge from top to delectably cushiony bottom, he eventually stopped and shook his guest’s outstretched hoof.

“Charmed,” he began. “I trust your trip went smoothly?”

Rumble nodded, feeling as though his mouth was full of sand. The stud stood nearly a full head and shoulders taller than himself, making him feel smaller than he already was. Despite himself, realizing how wholly inappropriate it was, he found it difficult not to peek at his host’s loins. The sensation of standing there, being studied by the stallion, had made his heart flutter. If he’d only known just how stunning his new boss was, he may have been better prepared.

Ever since he could remember, he’d always had a bit of a weakness for larger ponies - stallions in particular. Though he couldn’t put his hoof on exactly why he was so enamored with big broncos, he assumed it had something to do with his brother’s relatively massive size. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t have a few select issues of Playmare Magazine stashed under his mattress, specifically chosen for their spreads of colossal hunks, which didn’t help matters any.

To make matters worse, his build stood in stark contrast to his preferences. Having blossomed into a young stallion himself, he hadn’t grown much since colthood. His frame was slender and slim, with the exception of his rear and thighs. Be darned if he could explain his somewhat abnormal physique, but he’d been mistaken for a mare on a hoofful of occasions - that being said, given his sexual preferences, it wasn’t exactly like he minded.

Silently waiting for a reply, wondering if his guest was nervous or possibly slow, a sudden movement at the pegasus’ groin drew Hoity’s attention. Behind his shades, his eyes widened ever so slightly. As inconceivable and completely unexpected as it was, his guest’s colthood was steadily emerging from its sheath; the sight could only mean one thing, the lithe stallion was the best kind of excited.

With his question left unanswered, inspired by his assistant’s growing arousal, he slowly wheeled around and trotted towards the back of the shop. While he could never have guessed he’d find himself employing a positively adorable and enthusiastic youth, he was immeasurably pleased with the unforeseen development. Waving for his guest to follow, innocently putting a bit of extra swing to his tail, he ensured the young pony got a clear view of his tush and package.

Following behind the massive stud, Rumble swallowed hard. He’d been captivated by the stallion’s smooth voice and stunning good looks, but the sight of Hoity’s sculpted backside and meaty balls set his mouth watering. Unable to look away, mindlessly trailing his employer, his thoughts wandered into lecherous waters. Given the profound size of the stallion’s equipment, he couldn’t fathom how productive the massive earth pony was! Lost in his thoughts, heedless of where he was going, he failed to notice he was being watched.

“Is everything alright?” Hoity hummed, fighting back a smirk.

Sure enough, the little femcolt had been fixated on his rump for the better part of a minute - for goodness sake, he hadn’t even realized he’d been lead around the shop twice. Clearing his throat, snapping the lad from his doubtlessly lust-driven stupor, he piqued a brow. Having an employee who was interested in him was all well and good, but he wanted to see just how enamored his guest was.

“I - uh -” Rumble faltered, tearing his eyes from the stallion’s dark, weighty nuts.

“Come now, something clearly has your mind. Speak up,” the couture tutted, turning slightly to the side.

The move was calculated but subtle. Though he hadn’t directly faced his diminutive visitor, he’d shifted just enough to give the little pegasus a view of his hardening length. As his semi-flaccid shaft came swinging into view, the svelte stallion’s mouth hung open in shock. Even for a stallion his size, he was exceptionally well endowed - a fact that he relished revealing to potential playthings. The awe on a pony’s face, after he’d revealed just how big he really was, was simply priceless.

“What’s the matter, cat got your - Oh...I believe I see what the problem is,” he continued, feigning ignorance. “This isn’t going to be a problem, is it?”

“What?” Rumble blurted, only then realizing he’d been staring at the monstrous log of flesh hanging between the stallion’s thighs. “No! I didn’t - um - it’s just that -”

“Please it’s nothing to get worked up over. You’re hardly the first stallion who found themselves at a loss seeing my -” Hoity cut himself off, flexing his hips and slapping his cock against his belly. “In my experience, there’s only one thing to help with situations like these.”

“Situations like…” the pegasus fell silent, watching the stud rear back and place his forehooves onto the front counter.

“Come on then,” the titan purred, nodding down to his crotch. “Can’t have you flitting around all day while wondering about my package, so you may as well get it out of your system.”

It was the perfect ploy. If his guest took the bait, showing a bit of initiative, he’d gain something more than an apprentice for the summer - that was, if the lad took the bait. He fully realized that his endowment could be just as imposing as it was wondrous, so there was no guarantee that his pint-sized visitor would do anything more than look. Smiling genially, he silently waited.

Before Rumble could speak - heck, before he could think, one hoof moved forward, then a second and a third, until he was inching under his host. Given the stallion’s prodigious size, paired with his relatively diminutive stature, he was able to walk directly under his host with relative ease. Transfixed by the gargantuan limb, licking his lips, he followed his sinful instincts.

Moving closer and closer, drawn by the monstrous cock, the first thing to strike him was the heavenly aroma. Heavy and masculine, the pleasant musk sent a shiver down his spine. He’d realized that some stallions smelled particularly nice, but he’d never had an olfactory experience like this. Coming within a hair's breadth of Hoity’s shaft, feeling its warmth against his face, he pursed his lips.

To say his boss’ stallionhood was beautiful would be an understatement. As gorgeous as it was large, covered in slate grey flesh, it was simply perfect - a bit intimidating, given it was nearly the size of his leg, but perfect nonetheless. His inhibitions withered, his pulse quickened, and his wings fitfully twitched on his back, as he gave the throbbing length a little kiss.

The sensation of being touched caused Hoity’s smile to broaden. Pleased to let the little pegasus indulge himself, he sighed contentedly. The lad was clearly young, only just an adult, and was more than likely inexperienced - as such, he saw no need to rush things. Considering they’d be around one another for several months, he’d have plenty of time to properly train his assistant in every possible way.

Licking and kissing his way down Hoity’s shaft, coating his palate with the salty, heady flavor of unwashed stallionhood, Rumble followed his nose. Coming to the base of the stud’s shaft, with his reservations at the breaking point, he buried his face in the couture’s nuts. He’d dreamt of playing out a scenario like this, of worshiping some behemoth’s goods, yet he’d never expected to live out the fantasy!

Gleefully humming to himself, he gently pressed his muzzle into the silken folds of flesh at the base of Hoity’s dick. Honestly, he didn’t know what to do with himself! While part of him wanted to go back and play with his host’s stallionhood, perhaps attempting to fellate the obscenely large thing, another part of him wanted to fondle and praise the pair of gargantuan balls; after a moment’s indecision, telling himself he could eventually do both, he settled upon the latter.

“Oh,” Hoity noted, sensing the lad’s focus on his nuts, “so that’s what you’re after…”

“M...Mmmhmm,” the pegasus softly murmured, muffled by the pendulous orbs.

Turning his head, peeking back at his guest, Hoity smirked. “By all means, I’d love to hear your thoughts on them - that is, if you’re -”

“So good,” Rumble groaned, interrupting his host, “and big.”

Extended his wings and softly stroked the stallionhood above him, he seated himself beneath the towering stud and went to work. Though he wasn’t all that experienced with sexual matters, only having fooled around with one or two of his friends back in Ponyville, his enthusiasm demanded he do everything in his power to please the titan. Reverently lifting and massaging one ball, while lavishing the other with his lips and tongue, he only then just realized how heavy his host’s nuts were.

Each testicle was bigger than his hoof, several times bigger than his own equipment, and had to be capable of producing an unimaginable amount of cum. What little hesitation he had waned, as he lost himself to the moment. Quietly moaning, imagining just how much foal-batter was stored in the pair of cum-tanks, a soft chuckle brought his ministrations to a screeching halt.

Rearing back, reluctantly removing his face from the stud’s package, he peered upward. The stallion was watching him, grinning from ear to ear, and the sight caused his heart to skip a beat - not out of fear, but because he looked genuinely happy. Despite the fact that he’d been all but making out with his would-be employer’s equipment, his cheeks darkened slightly.

“Feeling better?” Hoity tranquilly inquired, tilting his head to the side. The lad bashfully nodded, yet didn’t say a word.

Balancing on one forehoof, he reached up, lifted his glasses, and gazed down at the pegasus’ twitching erection. He’d had little doubt that his visitor was painfully aroused, but there was a certain theatrical element to his actions. As his eyes settled onto the pre-cum leaking colthood, forcing his grin to fade, he shook his head. Soon it would be time for the real show, but not before he put the lad in his place.

Pushing away, leaving the pegasus seated on the floor, he casually trotted around the counter. “What am I going to do about this?”

“D...do about what?” Rumble sputtered, shakily pushing himself up.

The sudden change of pace sundered the thrill, bringing his anxiety roaring back to the fore. Had he been in the wrong for sating his curiosity? Was it all some sort of perverse test? If he’d done something wrong and ended up being sent back to Ponyville, what was he going to tell his brother? Unsure of what to say or do, he nervously fidgeted in place.

Drawing out the moment, letting the tension rise just to the breaking point, Hoity stooped behind his counter and nonchalantly retrieved a small phial of elixir. The concoction was something he typically kept on hoof, just in case he found himself getting lucky with somepony, and it was a lifesaver. Not only did the potion allow virtually anypony accommodate his sizable stallionhood, but it made the experience much more enjoyable for the recipient.

“Your little problem,” he snickered, nodding towards the pegasus’ rigid prick. “I simply couldn’t have my newest employee attending any potential customers sporting something so unseemly.”

“I...I’m sorry,” Rumble muttered, shifting a hind leg to cover his shame. “I really didn’t mean to-”

“Ah ah ah,” Hoity interrupted, lifting the tiny bottle in one forehoof. “I’m sure this will help you out immeasurably.”

Trotting over to the pegasus, he presented the elixir. There was no way the lad could know what it was truly made for - then again, that was part of the fun. Toying with younger stallions, especially ones who seemed smitten with him, was one of his guilty pleasures, and his apprentice had practically been handed to him on a silver platter. Uneasily taking the vial from his grasp, his guest squinted at the tiny container.

“What is it?” Rumble asked, glancing up at his colossal host.

Leaning in, bringing his muzzle just before the pegasus’ snout, the corners of Hoity’s lips turned up. “It’s nothing to be concerned about, I assure you, but telling you exactly what it is would ruin the fun.”

With only the slightest bit of hesitation, his guest uncorked the bottle and downed the contents. There was no doubt about it, he was going to have a ball with his newest protege. Obedient, unquestioning, cute as a button, and openly lustful, the young stallion was everything he looked for in a plaything. Stepping to the side, he waved a hoof to the counter.

“How about you make yourself comfortable and let me help relieve some of that tension of yours,” he purred.

Without a second thought, Rumble flitted up and onto the counter. It may have been his imagination, or possibly the exceedingly licentious turn of events, but he could swear he felt hot. Wiping the sweat from his brow, fanning himself with a wing, he waited to see what the stud had in store for him. Though he couldn’t say what was about to happen, he was too excited to give it much thought.

“I said comfortable,” Hoity clarified, gingerly removing his glasses. The femcolt eased himself down, causing him to roll his eyes. “Try on your back, I need to see just how bad it is…”

As the pegasus rolled over, presenting his underbelly, blood surged to his cock. Sweet, merciful Celestia - the lad was even more alluring than he’d assumed. Lying supine, with his forehooves over his chest, his colthood was left on full display. Barely able to control himself, yet retaining his cool demeanor, he nonchalantly placed his hooves on the counter to either side of his apprentice’s hips.

“There we are,” he sighed, grinding his stallionhood over his guest’s comparably diminutive package. “Isn’t that better?”

Even if Rumble could speak, he had no idea of what he’d say. Staring down the mammoth length of dick was indescribable, and the weight of it was mind boggling, leaving him at an utter loss. The tip of the massive stallionhood nearly came up to his ribcage, and made his own endowment look pitiful in comparison. Peeking up, seeing the stud grinning down at him, he gulped.

“Now whatever will we do about this little thing?” Hoity asked, sliding his dick over the pegasus’ prick.

“I don’t - Mmmph,” Rumble moaned, gnawing his bottom lip.

As turned on as he was, it probably wouldn’t take much for him to pop - that being said, there was no possible way he’d be able to handle something as big as Hoity’s cock. He’d used a number of dildos on himself, but even the largest paled in comparison to the behemoth stallionhood resting against him. Totally beside himself, torn between his carnal wants and better judgement, he squirmed against the wooden surface.

“What if I…” Hoity hummed, rolling his hips back.

While it had only been a minute or two since his visitor had ingested the elixir, the tonic should have taken effect. Bringing the broad tip of his length to the lad’s pucker, feeling the relatively small hole wink against him, he snickered. He’d be shocked if the femcolt had ever wrangled with anypony his size, but he was about to fix that. Restraining himself, giving the taut entrance a small nudge, he grinned at his visitor’s face.

“Well?” he breathed, his voice no fainter than a whisper.

“W...well?” Rumble numbly repeated, too fixated on his situation to give it much thought.

By all the stars in the sky, he wanted it - no, he needed to feel it inside him. As foolish as it may have sounded, regardless of the logistics, he had to try - if he didn’t, he may not ever get another chance. It was like something out of a raunchy porno scene, and he was the star. Knitting his brow, steeling his resolve, he reached down, grabbed the fetlocks of his hind fetlocks, and spread his legs.

It was obvious that his prospective employer wasn’t bluffing him, but he had to seize the initiative. Even if he couldn’t manage to accommodate something so large, at least he could say he’d given it an earnest attempt - that and the possibility of getting laid on the first day of his job would make for a darn good story. Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, he locked eyes with the stallion.

“Rut me…”

“There’s a good colt,” Hoity murmured, slowly driving his hips forward.

Even with the potion’s aid, the endeavor took a monumental effort; fortunately for him, as well as his once-timid guest, he was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. With all the speed and unstoppable might of a glacier, pushed against the seemingly unyielding hole. It took everything he had not to force himself in with a single, ruinous stroke, but he wanted the lad to savor it - after all, once the hooks were in, he felt certain that the lad would be begging him for more. Finally, just as he was beginning to question giving his guest another dose of potion, his battering ram-like tip popped inside.

Both gasped, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion. The sublime snugness, warm and supremely tight, struck Hoity like a gong, but his visitor fared far worse than himself; having never experienced something so intense, Rumble’s eyes drifted to the back of his head. Feeling something so impossibly large inside himself was insane, indescribable even, and he was astounded that he’d been able to manage.

It was only after a few moments passed did the pair share a look, nod to one another, and truly begin. The stud withdrew, leaving only the very tip of his member within the pegasus, before driving himself deeper. Though Rumble was unable to do much to reciprocate, a soft, whorish whimper escaped him. With each sluggish thrust, inch after inch of the gargantuan stallionhood crept deeper into the femcolt’s stuffed pucker.

Snorting lightly, struggling not to cut loose, Hoity gradually delved his guest’s behind. Without the elixir, the task would have been unthinkable; thankfully, with the concoction’s effects taking hold, he made steady progress. Each plunge worked him into Rumble’s untouched depths, reshaping the small pony to better suit his needs.

He genuinely couldn’t say what was more provocative - the sensation of the lad’s silken interior embracing him, or the positively delicious sounds the young pony was making. Bit by bit, little by little, he continued making progress - that was, until his medial ring bumped against his mate’s backdoor. The thick band of flesh marked the thick root of his tool, something perilously few could handle, and it was at that moment his self-restraint took a blow - not because he was nearly hilted, but because of what he heard.

“H...harder,” Rumble groaned, rubbing his belly with a forehoof.

As Hoity looked down, his pupils shrank to pinpricks. Within the pegasus’ gut, just beneath the light coat of fur, the imprint of his cock was clearly visible; the sight was awe inspiring and exceedingly hot, and knowing his pint-sized partner was eager for more nearly did him in. Swiftly bracing his hind legs, more than happy to oblige the request, he truly started to fuck.

Rumble’s eyelids fluttered wildly, as his body rocked forward and back with each thrust. Watching the obscene bulge disappear and reappear within his abdomen was easily the hottest thing he’d ever seen, but the angelic image of Hoity’s handsome face took a darn close second. As amazing as the sights and sounds were, the sensation of becoming a living, breathing cock-sleeve was excruciatingly rapturous.

He could practically feel his guts being rearranged, reorienting to accommodate the massive stallionhood pounding into him. His own feeble length swayed maddly at his groin, drooling pre-cum and bouncing with every thrust. Despite the intensity of it, barely able to comprehend how it could be real, he’d spoken the truth - he wanted more.

Though he couldn’t say exactly how long it had taken him to adjust, the unquenchable thirst of his lust spurred him onward. Given the stud’s depth, feeling those heavenly nuts slapping against his tush, he no longer had a reason to hold his legs apart - as such, he put himself to work. Extending his hind legs, locking his fetlocks against the giant earth pony’s hips, he drew his mate in.

As inexplicable as it seemed, he could tell he was getting close. Without his little stallionhood having been touched, the telltale signs of release blossomed within him. His heart thundered in his chest, his thighs trembled, and the air hitched in his throat, as he wildly bucked his hips towards the massive stud. He couldn’t care less if his host thought of him as a needy harlot, having lost himself to the depravity if it all.

Hoity grunted, gritting his teeth and thrusting harder and faster than ever. Driven into a rut-lust, realizing how badly his guest wanted to be bred, he lost control. Shuffling forward, leaving his thighs pressed against the counter, he placed his forehooves on the pegasus’ shoulders and pulled. The slight shift in positioning, paired with the increased force of his pounding hips, drove the final few inches of his length into his lover.

Feeling the trunk-like medial ring force its way into him, Rumble mewled out. He wasn’t sure what was better - knowing he’d been hilted by something so colossal, or the sensation of being plowed like a cheap whore. Having gotten the stud’s rhythm down, he bucked up with every thrust. There was no way he was going to be satisfied until he’d earned the titan’s seed, which is exactly what he planned to do.

Setting his jaw, Hoity tried and failed to stave off the inevitable. It was bad enough that he hadn’t gotten laid in months, but his visitor was a veritable feast for the senses. The gorgeous little pegasus was easy on the eyes, sounded precious, and felt downright divine, hobbling his normally impressive endurance immeasurably. Clamping his eyes closed, he did what he could to focus; unfortunately, the task was impossible.

His medial ring popped in and out of the lad’s battered pucker, sending bolts of pleasure through his massive frame. Though he would normally last much longer, he could feel himself starting to flare His balls pulled taut to his groin, preparing to unleash his virile load, as his shaft pulsed in tune with his heart. Teetering on the brink, praying he could hold out just a little bit longer, he was undone by two simple words.

“Breed me,” Rumble howled, succumbing to the blissful ministrations of the giant.

His prick twitched and sputtered cream over his chest and belly, with a few strands even painting his face. He’d heard that stallions could cum without touching themselves, but he’d never experienced it himself; try as he might, using different toys or playing with himself in different positions, he’d never managed to evoke the mystical hoof-free orgasm - that was, until that very moment.

Hearing the desperate plea, Hoity tipped over the edge. With one final, herculean thrust, he buried every inch of his considerable length within the pegasus, tightened his grip, and unloaded. Wave after seething wave of foal-batter surged through his throbbing shaft. The release was extraordinary, nearly overwhelming, but its effects were nearly catastrophic to his mate.

Though Rumble had only just climaxed, the influx of what felt like a scalding tsunami of jizz somehow caused his orgasm to redouble. Howling to the heavens, feeling his sanity slip from him, it was all he could do to remain conscious. Each shot caused his stretched pucker to flex just a bit wider, yet that wasn’t the only consequence.

Though he wasn’t fully aware of it, his stomach gradually swelled and distended outward. Pints of spunk rushed through his depths, filling him in an unbelievable way. Gurgling angrily, rounding and spilling over his waist, his gut sagged under the weight. Oblivious to his swollen form, lost to his ecstasy, his climactic braying only began to taper off when the stud’s climax started to subside.

Heaving air into his lungs, with sweat dotting his brow, Hoity wearily peered down at his mate. The poor little pegasus was in a sorry state, drunkenly gazing up at him, but that wasn’t the most captivating element - no, that would be the aftermath of his release. His guest looked positively gravid, and could easily pass for an expecting mare, holding what had to be liters worth of cum. Grinning, realizing they’d both be needing a shower, he unhurriedly unsheathed his softening length.

“Still with me?” he asked, causing the femcolt to nod. “Good. When I pull out, I need you to clench as hard as you can - if you don’t, we’re going to have one heck of a mess to clean.”

“O...ok,” Rumble croaked, feeling the stallionhood gradually escaping him. As the flared tip pulled on his backdoor, he winced. “On three - one, two, thre- Mmmph!”

As soon as Hoity pulled clear, he squeezed with all his might. Pushing himself up on his wings, peeking past his distended belly, he looked to his host’s face. Judging from the impressed look, and not hearing a torrent of spunk hitting the floor, he assumed he must have trapped most of the cum within himself. Awash in the post-coitus stupor and triumphant gratification of having bedded someone so large, he awkwardly attempted to slide from the counter.

Having quickly trotted to the front of his shop, locking the front door and placing a ‘Be back in 20 minutes’ sign over the window, Hoity returned to his beleaguered visitor. “Come,” he hummed, offering a hoof.

“I think we both just did,” Rumble weakly snickered, uneasily stepping to and leaning against his host’s side. “And I think we both need a shower.”

Hoity nodded, grinning down at his guest. “You couldn’t be more correct. Please, this way.”

Leading the way, taking care to help the little pegasus along, he smiled to himself. In the span of an hour, he’d met what had to be the most fetching assistant he’d ever had, and gotten a much needed lay - all that before any sort of formal introduction. Trotting along, gazing over at his guest, his flaccid cock twitched.

“So…” Rumble began, keenly aware of the sloshing in his gut, “you think we can do that again sometime - I mean, if you’re interested?”

“I’d be disappointed if we didn’t, since I haven’t even had you in a bed yet,” Hoity smugly noted, slowly making his way into the restroom.

Watching the stallion lean forward and turn the tap of the shower, Rumble gazed longingly at the stud’s fat nuts. “Yeah, I was hoping you’d say something like that…”

Chapter 2

“Thank you for coming!” Rumble merrily chirped, closing the door behind the departing customer. Waving goodbye, as the pony trotted down the sidewalk and away from the shop, he turned and peered over at the counter.

Slipping a receipt into a drawer beneath the cash register, Hoity nodded over at his lithe, little assistant. “Lock up for me, if you would; I think we can close up a bit early today.”

Nodding to himself, more than happy to have some extra time off the clock, Rumble did as asked. The work in the shop wasn’t all that demanding, nor did he mind tidying up or tending to customers, but things had been relatively boring for the last two days. After his rather exciting arrival, having been railed out by his employer mentor, he’d been hoping for more amorous attention - alas, he hadn’t been touched since.

Though he’d had no way of knowing just how much of a stud Hoity was, prior to his arrival, he kept finding himself distracted by the massive stallion. It was hard enough being in the presence of such a hunk, but knowing what the couture was capable of made their time almost unbearable. Truth be told, he would leap at the chance to worship the hulking stud, but he’d been left to languish without the slightest bit of sinful action - at least, for the time being.

Steeling himself, after flipping the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’, he flitted over to his boss’ side. “So…” he began, glancing at the dark sneath between the stallion’s thighs, “any plans for this evening?”

Hoity piqued his brow, feigning disinterest, and glanced over at the femcolt. “Nothing in particular, why do you ask?”

Though his guest couldn’t have known it, he’d intentionally abstained from doing anything too lewd with the young pegasus - not because he didn’t want to, but because it was part of a test. A proper femcolt would take the initiative and seek to please a stud - as such, he’d been waiting for the little pony to show some ambition. He’d already caught his apprentice sneaking glimpses at his endowment, doubtlessly wondering when he’d get another serving of cock, yet he hadn’t spoken up - that was, until now.

“I dunno,” Rumble muttered, tearing his eyes off his host’s package, “I just thought we could maybe do something together…”

“Oh?” Hoity intoned, shifting his focus to his guest. “Such as?”

Thoughtfully stroking his chin, Rumble wheeled around and shrugged. “We could do anything you wanted to do, honestly…”

Seeing that he held the stallion’s attention, he put his hastily laid plan to work. Even though he wasn’t ballsy enough to ask to be rutted, a bit of nonverbal seduction may get a result. Leaning forward and lifting his hips, he extended his wings and yawned. It wouldn’t be his fault if the stud took advantage of him, so he considered his hastily laid scheme flawless.

“You know,” Hoity began, seeing the small pony lift and flick his tail to the side, “you’d look much better in some accoutrements.”

“Like…?” Rumble let the question hang, leisurely swaying his tush from side to side.

Walking around the counter, leaving his guest presenting himself, he moved to an arrangement of stockings and leggings. One of the benefits of designing and selling garments was that he always had clothing on hoof - clothing which just so happened would look stunning on a svelte pegasus like his assistant. Selecting a quartet of kneesocks, as well as a little pink choker, he steadily trotted back towards the checkout.

“Something like these,” he noted, setting the items by the cash register, “and perhaps this as well.”

Rumble’s eyes widened, seeing his host pluck a bottle of mascara and a tube of lipstick from a countertop display. There had been times when he’d tried on marish clothing before, back when he’d been in Ponyville, but he’d never been brave or brazen enough to wear anything like that in front of anypony! An odd mixture of excitement and anxiety welled up within him, realizing what the implications were; without a doubt, he’d be expected to model the selections for the stud.

“Let’s see here,” Hoity murmured to himself, doing a quick inventory of the items. “With your employee’s discount, the total will come to one hundred and forty-three bits.”

Reflexively taking a step back, the pegasus’ jaw nearly hit the floor. “I...I can’t afford that!”

Hoity peered over at his guest, grinning ever so slightly, as he took the socks and accessories in his hoof. “I’m sure you’ll find some way to make it up to me,” he tutted, passing the small bundle to the femcolt. “Perhaps if you properly convince me, I’ll feel charitable - for now, I believe I’ll retire to my room. Be sure to turn the lights off before you head upstairs.”

Rumble nodded and stared down at the colorful socks, feeling his heart flutter. “Yes Sir.”

The stud paused, if only for a moment, before he reached out and stroked the lad’s cheek. “Please, call me Daddy…”

“O…” the pegasus gulped, feeling his wings flap and readjust on his back, “ok, Daddy.”

“Good colt,” Hoity purred, trotting by his apprentice.

He didn’t look back, leaving the unsung promise of something sinful dangling from a hook, as he made his way up the stairs. Even before he reached the second floor, he could sense his stallionhood slipping from his sheath. If he was lucky, and he had no reason to think he wouldn’t be, he’d soon be paid a visit by his diminutive guest, but that’s when things would get tricky. Getting the femcolt to dress the part was just the start - after that, he’d have to see just how committed his new assistant really was.

Moving down a short hallway, into his chamber, he closed the door behind himself. One of the benefits of living in Canterlot was that his home, a rather spacious apartment, occupied the second and third floors of the building housing his business. His accommodations were easily large enough to house a guest or two, so he was letting Rumble occupy a room adjacent to his own.

As he crossed to his bed, easing himself onto the padded surface, he rolled to his back, made himself comfortable, and leisurely began stroking himself to full length. When his deliciously little visitor came in, he wanted to give the lad an eyeful. His stallionhood swelled in his hoof, while he mused on which of his many, many tactics would best break the femcolt. Ultimately, with so many options to choose from, he settled on a tried and true favorite, but he wasn’t bothered in the slightest - after all, with several weeks ahead of them sharing a roof, he felt certain he’d get plenty of chances to try them all.

Rumble’s eyes wandered from the vacant stairwell to the clothing in his hoof, knowing just what he had to do. Scampering around the counter, he swiftly retrieved the elixir Hoity had stashed there. Be darned if he was going to get gussied up and go upstairs without making sure he was ready, even if he wasn’t sure what his host had in mind. Unstopping the cork with his teeth, he took a mouthful of the concoction and swallowed.

He shivered slightly, as the viscous potion coated his throat and settled in his belly. He still had no earthly idea who had made the brew, how it worked, or exactly why his employer kept the stuff on stashed in his shop, but he wasn’t about to question it; whatever it was, it had allowed him to get plowed by a dick nearly as big as his leg! With his belly slowly warming by the strange and wondrous beverage, he sauntered over to the fitting room.

Without closing the door, knowing he effectively had the shop to himself, he hopped onto the bench and started to get dressed. The socks were easy enough to put on, as was the leather choker, but the makeup was another matter entirely. Though he’d worn a skirt or two before, he’d never been bold enough to try on cosmetics.

Standing before a tall standing mirror, with his garments in place, he carefully applied the cherry colored lipstick to his pouting lips. The vivid color contrasted marvelously against his grey coat and heather colored eyes, but he wasn’t finished yet. Only after he’d used the mascara, accentuating his eyelashes, did he step back and get a good look at himself. Unable to control his smile, nor his pounding heart, he dashed out and soared up to the second floor.

Coming to a halt just before Hoity’s door, he landed, brushed his mane back, and took a breath to calm himself. He had every intention of seducing the virile stallion, but he didn’t want to come off as too needy. Just as he reached for the doorknob, he froze. His entrance may make or break any intimate moments which followed, so he made a conscious effort to try and stay composed. With nothing to lose, and everything to gain, he saw himself inside.

His coy smile and self-confidence crumbled the instant he looked to the bed. Laying on his back, languidly drawing a forehoof up the biggest, meatiest cock he’d ever seen, his host grinned down at him. Though he’d had every intention of seducing the stud, his scheme came apart at the seams. As he stood just within the doorway, with his mouth starting to water, the stallion beckoned him closer.

“No need to be shy,” Hoity smugly stated, drinking in the sight of the femcolt’s outfit.

The socks and makeup worked perfectly, accentuating his guest’s marish features to the nth degree, yet looks could only go so far. Invitingly flexing his member, causing it to bob in his grasp, he chuckled to himself. His little assistant looked absolutely stunned, unabashedly staring at his dick, which prompted him to clear his throat.

Seeing the lad’s eyes shoot to his face, his grin broadened. “How about you come and get a closer look…”

Nodding to himself, Rumble moved forward on unsteady legs. Even though he’d been plowed by the designer once already, simply seeing the massive stallion and his colossal package sent shivers of excitement up his spine. Slowly, almost cautiously, he crawled onto the foot of the bed and steadily moved towards his host.

Try as he might, he couldn’t look away from the immaculately displayed package. The pillar-like dick and huge, ripe nuts almost called to him - begging for his attention. While he’d never fooled around with anypony as hung as Hoity, nor ever dreamt he’d be able to safely fit a cock that large inside himself, some part of him relished it - like it was his calling. Moving between his host’s thighs, breathing in the first hints of ambrosial musk, his pulse quickened.

“Such a good colt,” Hoity cooed, watching the pegasus shiver. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Y...yes,” Rumble stammered, burying his snout in musky folds between the stallion’s balls and dick.

Hoity lowered his head, peering over his glasses at his guest. “Yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Rumble softly replied.

Pushing himself up with one forehoof, he dragged his tongue up the throbbing behemoth. The sight and smell alone were inspirational beyond words, but the taste - sweet Celestia - the taste was divine. Salty and a bit earthy, the velvety skin over the steely-cored stallionhood was as perfect as every other part of his host. A light groan escaped him, as he worshipped the paragon of virility.

Seeing the pegasus smear the bright lipstick against his slate grey length, Hoity’s excitement gradually mounted. He’d always adored when his partners were enthusiastic, and especially when they venerated him, which gave him an idea. Reaching down, patting the lad’s cheek, he flashed his teeth.

“Have you never been with a stallion like me?” he asked, prompting the pegasus to shake his head. “I’m surprised, given how eager you are, but that leaves me with a question. Tell me, what do you think of me?”

“You’re…” Rumble swallowed hard, unprepared for the conversation. “You’re just so big and handsome.”

“Go on,” Hoity urged, reveling in the praise.

“Your stallionhood - no, all of you is just perfect. Every part of you, from your well-trimmed hooves to your mane, is beautiful. And your scent -” the pegasus trailed off, visibly shuddering, “your scent is intoxicating. I’m...I’m just thankful that you let me serve you.”

“Your flattery is heartwarming, it really is, but I believe there’s a better use for your mouth,” Hoity intoned. As the lad reared back and opened his mouth, he extended his forehoof and stopped his guest. “As thrilling as that would be, I have something else in mind. Lay on your back with your head resting over the edge of the bed.”

Though Rumble was a bit surprised by the request, he wasn’t about to question the stud. Hoity was more experienced than him in every conceivable way, likely having bedded dozens of ponies in the past, so he quietly obliged. Worming out from between his host’s legs, he flipped onto his back and hung his head from the side of the mattress.

Waiting until the pegasus was clear, Hoity rolled from the bed, got to his hooves, and trotted to face his guest. He hoped Rumble had been smart enough to take some of the potion he kept under the front counter, because things would get rather uncomfortable otherwise. Rearing to his hind legs, he stepped forward and rested his forehooves to either side of the femcolt’s chest.

Rumble swallowed hard, staring down the tremendous length of stallionhood. There was only one thing the gargantuan stud was planning to do with him, which was both a terrifying and thrilling thought - thrilling because he’d always dreamed about getting face-fucked, but terrifying because of Hoity’s size. Without any prompting whatsoever, he opened his mouth and silently waited.

Craning his head and peering down his chest, ensuring he was situated properly, Hoity adjusted himself slightly. He nearly giggled, spying the pegasus’ diamond-hard prick. It really was cute, seeing a smaller, inferior stallion accepting their place, and it was one of the things he lived for. As he shuffled forward, bringing the broad tip of his tool to the lad’s mouth, he paused.

“Try to stay relaxed,” he sighed, jamming his length into the smaller pony’s muzzle.

The advice almost seemed laughable to Rumble, while inch after inch of stallionhood was driven into his maw. It was exhilarating to a fault, being used like a living sex toy by somepony so much older than him, but that did little to help with the logistics. Given the vast difference of their sizes, already feeling his lips stretching, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to manage his host’s entire length - that was, until he understood that he didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“There we are,” Hoity groaned, as the tip of his cock bumped against the back of Rumble’s throat. The lad’s stifled gag did nothing to stop him - in fact, it spurred him onward. “Deep breath…”

Realizing he had seconds to spare, Rumble filled his lungs. In the blink of an eye, having just heeded the stud’s warning, Hoity drove his hips forward. Regardless of his comparatively diminutive size and virginal gullet, his esophagus yielded to the giant pony’s cock. Though he writhed in place, quite literally choking on the monstrous appendage, he didn’t try to escape - if anything, the discomfort reminded him that he still had much to learn.

Keeping a mindful eye on his guest, Hoity watched the lad’s throat bulge outward. It was a tight fit, made even more difficult by the choker the femcolt wore, but that wasn’t going to stop him. Forcing inch after inch of his shaft into the lad’s muzzle, with all the unstoppable force of a glacier, he only stopped when his medial ring rested just past Rumble’s lips.

“Ready?” he softly inquired, savoring the quiet choking and sputtering beneath him. “Good…”

The sight of Hoity’s retreating balls and saliva slickened shaft gave Rumble a moment’s hope, but it was dashed in a flash. Several inches of stallionhood cleared from his muzzle, before they were jammed back inside. The sensation was indescribable, chaotic and somewhat demeaning, yet he loved it. With the world upside down, seeing the stud’s huge, cum-laiden nuts swaying before him, he reached up and stroked his lover’s underbelly.

Focusing on the wondrous feeling of his mate’s snug gullet, Hoity closed his eyes. If the lad couldn’t handle all of him, he wouldn’t be bothered - after all, even more experienced ponies would typically struggle with his endowment. Steadily humping away, withdrawing when his medial ring pressed against the pegasus’ stretched lips, he made use of his new pet.

Rumble couldn’t say if it was the lack of air, his body adjusting to the monumental intrusion, or possibly both, but the discomfort slowly faded, replaced by an odd lightheadedness. Caressing the stud’s belly, watching the lipstick and drool-streaked cock pumped in and out of his face, his limbs grew heavy. Shifting his focus, moving his front hooves lower, he grabbed the stallion’s hips and pulled.

Lost to her reverie, the sudden tug shook Hoity from his stupor. Turning his head, glancing back, he noticed the little pony’s hooves silently urging him onward. The move was ambitious and foolish to a fault - still, he was hardly one to deny his tiny lover. Bracing and flexing his legs, he ground his medial ring past the femcolt’s lips.

As the gargantuan stallionhood wormed its way down his gullet, stretching his throat to the breaking point, Rumble’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. As unbelievable as it seemed, he was able to endure the abuse - that being said, the choker could not. With an audible Pop, strained under the pressure, the leather band snapped free. His heart fluttered madly, his lungs burned, and he was so hard that it hurt, yet Rumble had never been more excited in his life.

Like some unstoppable juggernaut, Hoity pounded his guest’s face. He had been going to pace himself, simply test his apprentices limits, but that notion had gone straight out the window. Knowing how needy Rumble was, he simply couldn’t resist giving it his all - that and seeing the imprint of his dick pistoning within the lad’s neck was excruciatingly arousing.

On the very cusp of passing out, with the pair of weighty balls slapping against his eyes, Rumble’s limbs went slack. He couldn’t rightly say how long the stud had been going at it, yet it made little difference. Feeling the stallionhood in his muzzle start to wildly throb, and seeing his gigantic lover’s nuts pull taut, he knew the time was close. Summoning what little strength he had left, he extended his forelegs and gingerly squeezed the giant’s twin cum-tanks.

The additional stimulation pushed Hoity past the brink, leaving him with little time to react. Gritting his teeth, he hilted his assistant’s snout and unloaded nearly two day’s worth of unspent seed. Awash with bliss, peeking down at Rumble’s belly, his eyes widened. Though he knew he’d been backed up, he hadn’t considered just how much he’d needed to get off.

Rumble’s belly gurgled angrily as it steadily ballooned outwards. It felt like pints of cream were being pumped into his stomach - then again, that had to be impossible. Nopony was productive enough to produce that much spunk, not only after a day or two, yet his host spoke to the contrary. Seconds passed, with his consciousness slowly fading, before the stallion unceremoniously hauled his turgid length free.

As the immense cock cleared his airway, filling his mouth with one final deposit of jizz, Rumble coughed and sputtered. Cum dribbled past his lips and from his nose, while he desperately filled his lungs. Despite his sore throat, doubtlessly ruined makeup, and the tears running down his face, he was far from upset - if anything, he was thankful.

Staring up at the ceiling, doing his best to recuperate, a shadow loomed above him. For the briefest instant, he assumed it was Hoity’s face peeking down at him - he couldn’t have been more wrong. The soft, sculpted globes of the stud’s ass descended upon him, entombing his face between the muscular buns. He’d hoped to simply have a moment’s peace to recover; sadly, that wasn’t his fate.

“Be a dear and - Mmmph - clean me up; I believe all that activity had me work up a sweat,” Hoity cooly instructed, pressing his pucker to the lad’s lips.

If his guest was so eager to please, he’d have to up the ante. It was rare that a bottom would take to rimming so quickly after having their throat swabbed, but, to his utter amazement, Rumble practically leapt at the opportunity. Oxygen starved, or possibly too turned on to care, the tiny pegasus feverishly began frenching his tush.

The air in Rumble’s lungs and jizz filled sinuses was replaced by the heady, rich musk of his hunky boss, clouding his mind and sending him into a frenzy. Utterly overwhelmed, with his thoughts clouded by lust, he passionately made out with the sweat-streaked backdoor bearing down on him. Unable to see, barely able to breath, he lavished the stallion’s behind as best he could - that was, until it came to an abrupt end.

Straightening up, inspired by the tongue-bathing, Hoity lazily wheeled around and peered down at his guest. The femcolt’s face was a mess, streaked with a cocktail of sweat, tears, saliva, lipstick and mascara, but his unabashed look of longing was unmistakable. Patting the lad’s cheek, he waved a hoof towards the center of the mattress.

“Now that you’ve earned it, present yourself,” he affectionately remarked, noting the pegasus’ drooling prick.

In spite of having literally choked on the stud’s cock, nearly to the point of passing out, Rumble’s fanatical enthusiasm would not be denied. Heaving himself onto his belly, he shakily moved to the center of the mattress, lowered his chest to the padded surface, and braced his hind legs. He’d heard that ponies could reach a point of maddening arousal, when their normal cares or concerns were crushed by their carnal need, yet he’d never experienced such a circumstance until that moment.

“Daddy,” he whimpered, flagging his tail, “I need it…”

Struggling to remain composed, Hoity hopped onto the mattress and moved over to his mate. He’d hoped that Rumble would make for a fitting plaything, sensing his potential from the moment they’d met, but even he’d underestimated how depraved the little pegasus was. Stepping over the femcolt’s hips, he brought his slickened stallionhood to the lad’s upturned rear.

Feeling the broad tip of cock nudge his backdoor, Rumble groaned. “Daddy,” he whined, “please fuuUUUU - Mmmmmph!”

His plea was cut off, replaced by a sinful moan, as his host plunged into him. Unlike their first time, when there’d been some sense of softness, the stallion wasted no time at all. In one long, indomitable thrust, Hoity crammed every inch of his impressive length into him. His forehooves grasped the blanket, trying in vain to hold himself steady, as his cushiony behind came to rest against his host’s groin.

“Here,” Hoity whispered, steadying himself, “have your reward…”

Before Rumble could reply, the stud withdrew nearly half of his length and started fucking - not the soft, romantic act of making love, but the primal, commanding motions of conquest and subjugation. Every buck of Hoity’s hips sent his whole body lurching forward, while every backstroke pulled him back. Just as intense as their first time, if not more so, the experience was astounding.

“Hnn-hnn-hnn,” he rhythmically grunted, as the air was driven out of his lungs with each plunge.

He hadn’t so much as touched dick, yet he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last for long. Even if he’d wanted to look back at himself, his engorged belly would have made the act impossible. Nearly losing himself to his bliss, wholly content to be plowed like a mare in heat, he was shaken from his reverie when the stallion’s pace slowed. As he cracked one eye open, he spied his host smiling down at him.

“Feel free to join in,” Hoity softly admonished.

Rumble nodded, lightly swinging his hips back to meet the giant’s thrusts. Even with the help of the elixir, he wasn’t sure if his pucker could withstand the assault. The massive stallionhood jackhammered into him with deep, long, merciless strokes, molding him into little more than a sex-toy for the couture - not that he minded. Clenching and relaxing his strained entrance, doing what he could to milk the behemoth dry, his legs started to quake.

Shuffling forward ever so slightly, Hoity altered the angle of his thrusts - not because it would feel better for him, but because he wanted to hear his guest sing. Though the move had been subtle, almost imperceptible, it was met with a profound effect. Downright devastating the colt’s p-spot, using every ounce of his weight and not inconsiderable strength, he pounded his mate like an angry titan.

The steady Plap Plap Plapof their colliding bodies was swiftly joined by the extraordinarily loud and marish mewlings of the beleaguered femcolt. Hoity sighed, relishing the sinful symphony, as he rutted his little lover. The gratification of breaking somepony, training them and shaping them into something wondrous, was an unbeatable sensation and the perfect accoutrement to sating his urges. Undeterred, the speed and force of his thrusts gradually increased.

Rumble’s first time with Hoity had been amazing - eye opening, even - but that paled in comparison to the domination he endured on the bed. He’d known he’d been close to cumming, feeling the telltale signs welling up within him, but the change in positioning had sent him flying over the edge. Thin, watery cum dribbled and sputtered from his flailing colthood, coating his swollen tummy and the sheets below, as he was forced to cum for his host - no, not his host,his Daddy.

Lightly grunting with every unyielding plunge, Hoity’s self-restraint waned. He was almost certain that the lad had cum already, considering the increased pitch of the howling, but that didn’t concern him. Whether or not the femcolt came once or a dozen times wasn’t important at all, despite how deliciously arousing it was, in the face of his own sexual needs.

His hips became a blur of unimaginable power, as he slipped into a rut-lust. There was something primal and undeniably intoxicating about conquering lesser ponies. To call Rumble a stallion was an insult to real stallions - at best, the small pegasus was a mockery of masculinity, though that was hardly an insult. From everything he’d seen and experienced in life, little femcolts who embraced their role loved to service actual studs, and he felt certain that his protege would be no different.

On and on he went, fucking the svelte pony like it a jackhammer. Having climaxed once already, his endurance allowed him to continue for far, far longer than he had two days ago, yet he made sure to enjoy every second of it. Pounding away, screwing no fewer than three more pitiful loads out of his guest, he eventually felt himself reaching his limit. The oral had been a decent appetizer, but he wouldn’t be fully satisfied until he’d bred his bitch.

Rumble had lost count of how many orgasms he’d had, with every drop of spunk having been pounded out of him. Though he’d tried to buck back against the stud, he’d eventually lost the ability to move - heck, he was surprised he hadn’t passed out from the sheer intensity of it all. Inexplicably remaining standing, he noticed an odd sensation within his abdomen; it took him a moment to figure it out, but it was unmistakable. The frenzied thrusting and internal pressure could only mean one thing - the stallion was about to blow.

With a triumphant series of grunts, hilting himself in the pegasus’ pummeled ass, Hoity unleashed a torrent of seed into his mate. The lad’s shrill, climactic wail was music to his ears, a sign of abject surrender and the perfect finishing note for his little test. His hips twitched, his shaft pulsed angrily, and shot after seething shot of his essence flooded the femcolt’s behind.

Having suffered through the umpteenth climax in a row, having long lost his ability to speak, an odd sensation overtook Rumble. The fullness in his stomach grew greater and greater by the second, while the second torrential load of foal-batter flowed into his behind. The uncomfortable feeling steadily increased, warring with the rapture of being conquered, until it became too much to bear.

The influx of so much cum was astounding beyond words, but he’d been undone by his own hubris. A choked gag was all he could manage, before a tide of cum flowed out of his mouth. His body was only so big, only able to contain so much, so some portion of the rich cream was forced out. While jizz streaming past his lips and out his nose, he collapsed beneath the stud.

Hoity cocked his head, suddenly feeling the cool, uninviting air against his unsheathed length. Stepping forward and turning around, seeing the cum-slathered femcolt panting on the mattress, he amusedly shook his head. Somehow, in defiance of all logic, the lad was still conscious - well, mostly conscious. Peering up at him, with a glazed over look in his eye, the pegasus falteringly grinned.

“Thank you - Cough - D...Daddy,” Rumble croaked, amazed that he could still speak.

“Come,” Hoity intoned, offering his guest a hoof, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

He’d fully planned to leave the pegasus be, to let his guest recuperate and clean himself up, but he was genuinely impressed - a rare occurrence indeed. As he pulled the small pony to his hooves, taking in the ruined sheets and blankets, he was stricken with an idea. Trotting to the edge of the bed, he carefully helped the lad down to the floor.

“I have a proposition,” he began, leading the way to the restroom. “I’ll allow you to share my bed with me, if you clean the linens and tidy my room - after our shower, of course.”

Rumble could scarcely believe his ears. He’d been under Hoity’s care for less than a week, yet they’d already fucked twice and they were about to start sleeping together. Plastering himself to the stud’s side, overjoyed with the proposition, he beamed up at the hulking stud.

“Of course I will,” he exclaimed, his voice still shaky and uneven.

Hoity slowed, cocking an eyebrow at the femcolt. “Of course what…”

“Of course, Daddy…”

Chapter 3

The door’s bell jingled and Rumble reflexively turned towards the entrance. “Good afternoon, how may I…”

He trailed off, spying the absolutely stunning creature sauntering into the shop. Tall and slender, with a turquoise coat and fiery mane, the unicorn who entered was positively beautiful - so much so that he was left stunned. Bedecked in a violet dress, as well as a small, decorative saddle on her back, she looked in his direction, doubtlessly noticed his awestruck expression, and demurely smiled.

“How may you…?” she let the question hang, looking the little apprentice over.

Rumble shook his head, only just remembering his manners. “How can I help you, Ma’am?”

“I was wondering if Hoity was in, and there’s no need to be so formal,” she snickered, trotting over and extending a forehoof. “My name is Sassy -”

“Saddles,” Hoity concluded, appearing from the back of the shop, “as I live and breathe.” Swiftly walking over to her, he quickly snagged her in an affectionate hug. “I’m so glad you could make it. Have you met my newest assistant?”

“We were in the midst of introducing ourselves,” she giggled, glancing over at the pegasus. “You must be Rumble.”

“I…” Rumble swallowed hard, doing his best to process everything that was happening.

Being introduced to a strikingly beautiful and exceptionally well-dressed mare was one thing, but discovering that she had already heard of him, and that she was apparently well acquainted with his employer, threw him for a loop. It shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise that his boss had friends, yet this was his first time actually meeting one of them. Smiling to himself, he moved closer and dipped his head.

“You got me, I’m Rumble,” he snickered. “I just hope you haven’t heard anything too bad about me.”

Released from the embrace, all but towering over the relatively short pegasus, Sassy looked the young pony over. “I’ll say, he is adorable.”

“Remind you of old times?” Hoisty chuckled. Moving to the unicorn’s side, he nonchalantly caressed her flank. “Rumble, would you go and lock up? It would hardly be fair to anypony if we don’t properly entertain our guest.”

“Yes, D -” Rumble clamped his lips shut, only barely stopping himself. “Yes, Sir.”

Hoity peaked a brow, lowering his head to peer at his assistant from over his signature sunglasses. “Yes, what?”

Rumble’s eyes flicked between his Daddy and their visitor, suddenly finding himself between a rock and a hard place. Pet names in private were one thing, but to openly call the large, domineering stallion something that scandalous in front of another gave him a moment for pause. On one hoof, the last thing he wanted to do was to disappoint his host - on the other, he had no way of knowing how their svelte guest would react.

“Yes,” he began, summoning his courage, “Daddy…”

“And so well trained already!” Sassy chirped, springing forward and surprising the pegasus with a hug.

“Quite,” Hoity smugly intoned, proudly grinning down at his aide made lover. “How long did it take to break you? A month and a half? Two months?”

“Please,” the unicorn lightheartedly countered, rolling her eyes. “It took less than a month, and you know it.”

“Wait wait wait,” Rumble blurted, utterly overwhelmed by the influx of information. “Just what kind of relationship do you two have - I mean, if it’s alright that I ask.”

“Sassy here is my former protege - isn’t that right?” the couture explained, prompting a nod from the willowy pony. “And in case you were wondering - show him, Sassy,” he added. With a curt not, Sassy obediently turned, flagged her tail to the side, and spread her hind legs.

Rumble had been taken aback by just how attractive she was, but his jaw practically hit the floor when he saw her backside. Nestled between her thighs was a ripe pair of nuts, the fleshy folds of a sheath, and nary a trace of marehood. Taken aback by the sight, grappling with the wholly unexpected revelation, he took a small step back.

“You’re a stallion?” he asked.

“No,” Hoity corrected, bringing his muzzle to the side of her shapely rump, “she is a mare - just as you are my mare.”

The flustered look on the little pegasus’ face was priceless, causing the corners of his lips to turn up. For all intents and purposes, Sassy was his finest work. His former assistant had become exceedingly feminine, in both appearance and demeanor, embracing the role she was destined for. Keeping his eyes glued to his assistant, he drew his hoof up the unicorn’s thigh.

“You do know that I could do the same to you,” he purred, stepping towards the stricken pegasus. “With the proper diet, the right kinds of exercise, and maybe a helping-hooffull of potions, I’m sure you’d develop into quite the alluring creature - that is to say, if you’d like to…”

Biting his lip, feeling his heart skip a beat, Rumble uselessly flapped his jaw. He’d absolutely loved being used and abused by the domineering stallion, but the notion of metamorphosing into something so gorgeous. Looking between his host and their visitor, seeing her smirking back at him, his growing erection peeked from his sheath.

“I’ll take that as a firm maybe,” Hoity whispered, lowering his head and peeking at the lad’s loins. “Sassy, Darling, perhaps you could help convince him.”

“It would be my pleasure, Daddy,” she reverently murmured.

Steadily wheeling around, she smoothly stepped forward, lifted a forehoof to Rumble’s chin, lifted his head, and passionately locked lips with her young replacement. He stiffened, yet didn’t shy away, as his wings flapped and adjusted on his back. Seconds passed, and his tension gradually bled away, before she pulled back, leaving a strand of saliva connecting them.

“H...holy cow,” Rumble sputtered, staring into her heavily lidded, golden eyes.

Though he couldn’t quite articulate how he felt, he was absolutely smitten with the idea of both being or being with the charming mare. The thought of being like her, femine and sensual to a fault, was enough to send his mind reeling. He’d been happy enough to serve his Daddy, all but swearing off any stallion who couldn’t rival his masculinity, but changing himself to better suit his budding self.

“Still not enough?” Hoity pressed.

He knew he’d taken his protege completely off guard, keeping him on the backhoof and unable to think - then again, that was part of his plan. His pint-sized assistant had the potential to become as or more alluring than his former apprentice - as such, he’d put a little plan into motion. He already had Rumble on the hook, fanning the flames of the lad’s lust with gusto, so it was time to take the next step.

Turning away, leisurely walking towards the back of the shop, he waved a forehoof over his shoulder. “Shall we continue this upstairs? After all, we simply must entertain our guest.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Sassy and Rumble replied in unison.

Grinning at one another, blushing from the tandem response, the pair quickly parted ways. While Sassy briskly cantered after the stud, Rumble scampered to the entrance. Regardless of what happened next, whether they simply talked or did something a bit more adventurous, they couldn’t leave the business appearing as though it was open.

Locking the front door, pulling the blinds, and changing the sign to ‘Closed’, Rumble steadily made his way to the stairwell behind the counter.

Realizing he had precious little time, having led Sassy to his bedroom, Hoity snatched up a bottle of lube from his dresser. Presentation was everything, and this time was no different. Talking to Rumble, giving him a peek at what his future may hold, was one thing, but allowing him to get an eyeful would really do the trick. Tossing the small vial to the unicorn, seeing her catch it in her magical grip, he grinned.

“I presume you’ve already prepared for our afternoon?” he inquired. She immediately dipped her head, affirming that she was just as well behaved as she used to be. “Good mare - now then, be a dear and present yourself on the bed for me.”

“Of course, Daddy,” Sassy softly replied.

After disrobing, she climbed onto the mattress and levitated the bottle beside herself. She always had been an obedient little thing, taking to his tutelage like a fish to water, and he’d enjoyed crafting her into the erotic little thing she was today - that said, he knew she had her own aspirations and ambitions. Once his apprenticeship was done with her, he’d given her his blessing and sent her on her merry way.

Easing himself up, seeing her lean forward and press her deliciously flat chest to the mattress, Hoity licked his lips. Even if she wasn’t as small or tight as his new protege, he wasn’t about to skip the opportunity to sample her goods - after all, he needed to ensure her technique wasn’t lacking. Allowing her to drizzle the lube into the cleft of her rump, he trotted up behind her, reared back, and locked his forelegs over her hips.

With his bedroom door ajar, knowing his young pupil would soon come looking for them, he gradually drove his rigid stallionhood to and into Sassy’s glistening pucker. The warm embrace of her depths was just as pleasant as he remembered, as was her lilting groan, yet the best was yet to come. Hearing the sound of approaching footfalls, he fell into a steady rhythm and began rutting the mare in earnest.

Reaching the second floor, Rumble moved down the central hallway and towards the living room. He couldn’t wait to hear more about Sassy, or maybe have her share a few tips about pleasing stallions, and his excitement mounted because of it. As he passed his host’s bedroom, hearing a subtle noise from within, he paused, stepped back, and peeked through the door. The sight that greeted him was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.

With her back turned to the exit, being slowly railed by Hoity, Sassy rested in a face down, ass up position atop the bed. The contrast of the large earth pony on her, practically dwarfing her delicate frame, sent his pulse racing - not just because it was arousing as all get-out, but because he was a bit jealous that she was the one getting railed. Lingering just outside the doorway, wondering if he should intrude, he noticed all too late that his employer was peering over at him.

“Rumble, just in time,” Hoity coolly remarked, pausing to motion the pegasus closer, “put yourself to use.”

Creeping inside, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing, the little apprentice watched the stud brace his hind legs. With his tail flung to the side, exposing the muscular, rhythmically pounding cheeks of his behind, realization came to him. Since he had no interest in topping anypony, there was certainly one thing Rumble could do.

Flitting up to the bed, directly behind his employer, he leaned in and eagerly jammed his muzzle against his Daddy’s backside. Rimming the hulking earth pony was normally an easy task, but eating the ass of somepony while they were fucking made things a bit more tricky. Doing his best to get the rhythm down, mopping his stud’s sweaty taint and winking backdoor, he moaned into the stallion’s rear.

Even if he wasn’t the one getting plowed, he wasn’t about to complain about getting to worship a paragon of masculinity. The taste of sweat and musk washed over his palate, the juxtaposed effeminate whimpers and deep grunts filled his ears, and the intoxicating aroma of his stud’s loins set his heart fluttering. Already fully erect, slapping his comparably diminutive prick against his belly, he sank his tongue into his Daddy’s backdoor.

Hoity contentedly hummed, as his bucking hips incrementally picked up speed. Playing with one femcolt was amazing, but having two in his bed was an exceptionally rare treat. Adjusting the depth of his thrusts, simultaneously destroying Sassy’s tender p-spot while aggressively grinding his ass against Rumble’s snout, he fought to wrangle both the needy little strumpets.

He’d alway fancied himself as a mentor of sorts, having always had a weakness for marish femcolts, so he’d devoted a large swathe of his adult life training bottoms. Educating submissive males on sexual technique and attire was easy enough, but reforming the way they spoke, acted, and thought was a bit trickier. Once he had properly molded somepony into the ultimate sissy, they were beyond reproach.

“H...harder, Daddy,” Sassy stammered, rocking back to meet his thrusts.

“Have you been a good little mare for Daddy?” he asked, lovingly draping himself over her. “I trust you’ve found yourself a proper stallion to please?”

“Y...yes,” she shakily replied, “b...but nopony will ever replace you, Daddy.”

Giving a particularly harsh plunge, practically bottoming out in her, Hoity snicker. “Good…”

Able to do little more than listen, while polishing his stud’s pounding backside, Rumble’s arousal grew tinged with envy. Though he definitely didn’t want to stop, relishing the knowledge that he was serving someone infinitely superior to himself, the odd mix of emotions left him at a loss. He honestly couldn’t say if he was being cucked, seeing as how he and his host had never agreed upon any sort of relationship, but he desperately wished he was in their guest’s place.

“I trust you’re not touching yourself back there,” Hoity tutted. “Good mares only touch themselves once they’ve been given permission.”

Rumble froze, his wing mere inches from his throbbing length. Be darned if he could explain how his stud had known that he was about to stroke himself off, but he’d been called out all the same. Reluctantly withdrawing the feathered appendage, continuing to feast upon his Daddy’s tush, he closed his eyes and silently prayed for the attention he deserved.

Mechanically pounding into Sassy, feeling her shiver beneath him, he forced himself to slow. He had every intention of letting her cum, but edging her and making her a bit more needy would serve his purposes for the time being. Grinding to a halt, ready to move to the next phase, he cleared his throat and drew the pair’s attention.

“That’s enough, Rumble,” he noted, feeling the lad’s tongue part from his rear.

Seeing the small pegasus step to the side, out of the way, he stepped back and dismounted. As his stallionhood slid free, hauled from the unicorn’s confines, she stifled a groan. Obeying her previous order, not moving a muscle, she loyally awaited his next command. She really was a fine piece of work, easily his magnum opus, but every masterpiece can be eclipsed.

“Come here,” he whispered, motioning his protege closer. As the pegasus crept towards him, glancing between his face and the unicorn’s upturned rear, he nodded to Sassy’s rump. “Quite the sight, isn’t it?”

Rumble recently nodded, eyeing the deliciously plump and pronounced pucker before him. He’d already noticed his backdoor changing a bit, looking a bit more swollen than it used to, yet he could have never imagined he may end up that well developed. Sassy’s donut was more of a pussy than anything, having been forged into an instrument to deliver and receive pleasure, and his comparatively small anus excitedly winked at the thought of becoming one.

“You’d like one like that, wouldn’t you?” Hoity hummed. “Walking around with a jeweled plug, or possibly getting a small piercing on your rim - I’m sure it would be exhilarating to have stallions hungrily looking at you, ravishing you with their eyes.”

“Y...yeah,” Rumble muttered.

“You will soon enough - for now, Sassy,” the stud huffed, prompting the mare to raise her head. “Come and clean Rumble off for me; I believe he’s drooling on my bed.”

Rumble hadn’t even realized what his host was talking about, until he turned his head and looked back at himself. His colthood pulsed in tune with his heartbeat, slavering pre-cum to the sheets below. He knew he’d been worked up, especially after taking part in an unexpected threesome, but he would never have guessed he was that worked up. Nonplussed, noticing his employer step towards the head of the bed, he totally forgot about his Daddy’s last order.

Without skipping beat, Sassy shot to his side, slipped her head under him, and wrapped her pouting lips around his cock. The move had been fast and almost preternaturally precise, like a striking serpent, and landed before the lad could react. Humming around him, mopping the pre-cum from his shaft, she smeared her lightly colored lipstick over his dark flesh.

He gasped, caught unprepared for the heavenly sensation of her soft lips and skillful tongue. The most he’d ever gotten from anypony was a hoofjob, and he’d almost entirely forgotten about his prick while under his Daddy’s care, so the oral affection felt downright heavenly. Spontaneously bucking into her face, filling her muzzle with his meager length, his eyelids fluttered.

“I told you she was good,” Hoity snickered, hearing the muted sound of bliss.

Lowering himself to the mattress, just beneath the headboard, he rolled to his back and enjoyed the show. He genuinely believed that bottoms, while they should derive most of their pleasure from serving their betters, were more than free to have their own pathetic little stallionhoods played with from time to time. As he lowered one foreleg, nonchalantly stroking himself off, he watched his former student blow his current pupil.

“Sassy,” he began, watching her movements grow increasingly enthusiastic, “you’re not going to bring him to finish, are you?”

Instantly withdrawing, licking salty pre from her lips, she shook her head. “No, Daddy, of course not.”

“Good,” Hoity huffed. “I know you mares can get a bit over-eager, so I just wanted to give you a little reminder. When he cums, he’ll be riding a real stallion.”

Gnawing his lip, coming to terms with the fact that the fellatio wouldn’t do more than edge him, Rumble’s eyes wandered to the pillar-like stallionhood standing at his host’s groin. A part of him was a bit annoyed that he wasn’t going to be able to unload in Sassy’s lovely muzzle, but a much larger, subservient part of him pined to be impaled upon his stud’s towering cock. Seizing the initiative, knowing full well that he wasn’t going to be able to cum without having Hoity’s cock in his ass, he reached down and gently pushed the unicorn away.

“Here,” Sassy whispered, shaking him from his stupor, “you’ll be needing this…”

As the bottle of lube came into view, his backdoor reflexively clenched. He knew what was expected of him, seeing his Daddy’s stallionhood practically begging to be sheathed in a needy hole, and he was certainly going to oblige. Trotting up the bed, moving between Hoity’s outstretched hind legs, he peeked over at Sassy.

“Would you?” he breathed, lifting his tail and flicking it to the side.

Grinning from ear to ear, she nodded and floated the lube towards his tush. Though she was cut of the same cloth as him, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit embarrassed in front of her. While she’d doubtlessly done all sorts of depraved deeds in front of others, he’d only ever debased himself in front of his Daddy. Holding still, while the bottle’s top was pressed to his behind, he felt the cool, slick liquid squirt inside his backside.

Having passed the point of no return, with his unease being eclipsed by his excitement, he nodded his thanks and proceeded towards the awaiting stallion. It was his purpose to serve, to please actual studs, even though it was a relatively recent revelation. Stepping over Hoity’s waist, feeling the colossal dick grind against his package, he straddled his lover.

“Such a good mare,” Hoity murmured, seeing a blush creep into the lad’s cheeks. “You like when I call you that, don’t you? It’s quite alright, there’s nothing to feel ashamed of.”

“Y...yeah,” the diminutive femcolt croaked, avoiding eye contact.

Smiling to himself, Hoity drew his hoof under his apprentice’s chin. “Good. Now that you’ve been honest, my little mare, Daddy is awfully pent up, so why don’t you - Atta girl.”

He hadn’t even needed to finish speaking, before the tyke began lowering his hips. Unlike Sassy, who’s pussy was far more broken in, Rumble’s ass was still delectably tight. Content to wait, he savored the salacious show - sure, it was a sight he’d enjoyed on several occasions during the lad’s stay, but it was the first time they had an audience. Flexing his cock, causing it to scrape against the pegasus’ prostate, he grinned all the more.

Taking his time, relishing every vascular inch of monolithic cock sinking into him, Rumble shuddered. Regardless of how many times he experienced the amazing sensation of having his insides rearranged, he never tired of it - if anything, he’d grown addicted to the feeling. Continuing his descent, with his pucker only yielding the slightest resistance to his stud’s girthy medial ring, he only stopped once he’d sheathed himself on his stallion.

“What do we say?” Hoity mused, playfully bucking his hips.

Pressing his hooves to either side of his host’s broad chest, Rumble seized the initiative. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Raising his waist, freeing the lower third of his sire’s length, he started to bounce. Though it was rare for him to take the lead, and rarer still to ride his Daddy, he relished the control it gave him. The speed and depth of the plunges lie in his hooves, allowing him to hone his skill at working the Hoity’s magnificent dick - at least, for the time being.

Truth be told, fixating on the stud beneath him, he momentarily forgot about the third member of their little romp. It wasn’t until he felt something hot and wet against his stuffed hole did he crane his head and peer back. While he couldn’t see exactly what Sassy was doing, seeing as how she was bent over behind him, the slick sensation on his rim meant only one thing - she was putting her tongue to work.

Hoity slowly exhaled, reigning in his compulsion to start fucking. Sassy, being as well trained as she was, had entered the fray, kissing and mopping the action with her tongue. The added stimulation was almost enough to force his hoof, yet he bided his time. Once his little assistant was warmed up, he had something special in store.

Up, down, up, down - Rumble moved his body like a well oiled machine. His prick leaked cum onto the beefy stallion’s abdomen, seeping into the soft fur beneath him, but he didn’t once reach for himself. A proper mare only came when they were allowed, and he was very much a proper mare in the making. Relaxing on the plunges, while squeezing the fat length on his ascents, he milked his Daddy as best he could.

Minutes passed, as the trio grew increasingly heated. Sassy dutifully suckled Hoity’s thick, taut pucker, only occasionally stopping to lavish his taint or ripe balls.. If she minded her task, she gave no sign of it - merrily humming and groaning into the couture's rump without so much as touching herself. All the while, bucking and gyrating above her, Rumble rode the stud like a seasoned veteran.

“Dear,” Hoity began, immediately drawing Sassy’s attention, “would you mind giving Daddy a bit of attention?”

“I’d love to, Daddy,” she gleefully responded.

Lowering herself to the mattress, abandoning his pistoning cock, she shoved her snout between his muscular glutes. He knew that having one’s ass eaten wasn’t a universally loved experience, but he adored it; not only did it feel fantastic, but it further cemented the difference between one’s sub and one’s self. A little mare’s purpose was to serve their top, in every conceivable way, and that included degrading themselves.

With one femcolt making out with his rear, and the other working his length, he braced his hind legs and started thrusting. Both Rumble and Sassy were exquisite, even if the former still had much to learn, and they both deserved a bit of a reward - a reward he had every intention of delivering. Looking up to the tiny pegasus, he lifted his head.

“Give Daddy some lovin’…”

The small request made Rumble swoon, as he lowered his muzzle, closed his eyes and locked lips with his mate. Feeling the strong, muscular tongue worm into his muzzle, his strength fled him. He never would have assumed his life would become what it had, devoting himself to strong, domineering stallions, but he had no regrets. While their kiss deepened, the balance of power shifted.

Hoity lifted and extended his forelegs, grabbing hold of the pegasus’ waist, as he rhythmically drove his hips upward. Rumble’s effeminate groans and whimpers were as refreshing as ever, adding yet another sinful element to the hedonistic scene. Gradually increasing his pace, feeling his diminutive mate’s pre dripping on his belly, he cleared his throat.

Upon hearing the innocuous noise, Sassy withdrew, lifted her head, and peered up at him. Seeing the inquisitive, docile look on her face, an idea struck him from the blue. Since he did have two beautiful creatures at his disposal, and having only one cock at his disposal, he couldn’t rut both of them at the same time, yet nothing was stopping them from fucking one another as well.

Turning his head to the side, breaking the kiss, he leaned forward and grabbed Rumble’s behind. “Sassy, care to join me?”

“Oh yes please,” she chirped, pushing herself up.

Rumble had been steadily growing closer and closer to his limit, feeling the telltale signs of release getting stronger with each thrust, but all that came to an end when he heard the brief exchange. Managing Hoity’s massive stallionhood could be difficult enough as it was, so he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle having a second dick crammed into himself. Peeking pack, just as Sassy reared up and draped her forehooves on his shoulders, he gulped.

“Deep breath,” Hoity muttered, nodding to Sassy.

There was nothing Rumble could do, no way he could possibly escape, as he felt the second, albeit significantly smaller cock-head press against his stretched hole. Remembering his first hooffull of times with Hoity, and how challenging they’d been, he drew from what little experience he had. Taking a deep breath, holding it for a moment, then slowly exhaling, he did everything he could to relax himself.

The pressure gradually mounted on his pucker, growing nearly unbearable, before it finally happened. Sassy’s slender length plunged into him, stretching his confines all the more, as it pressed against his stud’s monstrous shaft. The abject sensation of fullness, coupled with the sheer intensity and shock of it all overloaded his senses, drove him to climax on the spot.

Mewling aloud, gushing his watery seed over Hoity’s abdomen and chest, he met his climactic end. He hadn’t even felt like he was close to finishing, yet having two cocks in his ass was too much to bear. Panting out, only just able to keep himself from collapsing, he wearily peered down at his host.

“How unprofessional,” Hoity clucked, feigning disdain. “Sassy, shall we show this uncouth little mare a bit of manners?”

She nodded vigorously, apparently more than ready to begin. “Yes, Daddy.”

Flashing a wolfish smirk up at the Pegasus, Hoity truly began to fuck. He wasn’t really upset with the lad, having anticipated a spontaneous orgasm, but he wasn’t about to tell his apprentice that. Every thrust was faster and harder than the last, with Sassy’s plunges alternating with his own, as he plowed the pegasus atop him.

Having just cum, barely able to move, Rumble’s world was rocked to the core. The sensation of having two dicks sawing into him was unimaginable, beyond words, and it left him speechless. Spunk and pre-cum oozed from his limp, bouncing colthood, as his whimpers and moans cut through the air.

Seeing Rumble’s eyes roll back, Hoity’s passion soared. There were moments for everypony that would never leave them, often times of revelation or some earth-shattering event, and he was determined to make sure that evening was one for his apprentice. Holding the lad steady, knowing full well that he wasn’t going to be able to last long himself, he unleashed his full carnal might.

Sassy’s enthusiasm mirrored his own, bucking her hips as hard and as fast as she could. Though she wasn’t by any means a top, her slender stallionhood was just one more tool that she could use in the bedroom. Kissing and licking her way up the pegasus’ neck, she whispered sweet, sinful promises into his ear.

Unfortunately, the edging, excitement, and forcing his protege to instantly cum proved too much for Hoity. Hearing Sassy’s effete, orgasmic cry, feeling her flare scraping against his shaft, he reached his limit. His length throbbed in tune with his thundering heart, his balls snuggled up to his groin, and the first shot of his seed surged through his stallionhood.

Still suffering the throes of rapture, nowhere close to having recovered, the near-tandem climaxes of Sassy and Hoity utterly undid him. His eyes rolled wildly, saliva dangled from his chin, and he came so hard that his mind all but shattered. The sheer magnitude of ecstasy coursing through him was unbelievable, overwhelming his senses and thrusting him into a tumultuous, nirvanic maelstrom.

Time lost all meaning, he was only vaguely aware of his surroundings, and he weaved in and out of consciousness. Though he couldn’t tell how long he’d stayed atop his large lover, he eventually found himself lying on the mattress. Feeling something wet slap his cheek, sluggishly cracking an eye, he spied Hoity looming over him.

The realization that the stud’s cock was draped on his face triggered his muscle memory, leading him to suckle and lick the spunk from his Daddy’s semi-rigid length. Some part of him knew Sassy was behind him, enthusiastically lapping at the seed leaking from his gaped hole, but that wasn’t important; the only thing that mattered was pleasing his master.

The corners of Hoity’s lips turned up, watching the femcolt clean him. It was more than obvious that the little pegasus wished to finish his training, and he was going to fulfill the lad’s wish. It would be a long and arduous process, sculpting the femcolt’s mind and body, but the rewards would be worth it.

“Daddy has big plans for you…”