“Captain Aegis, there’s someone I’d like you to meet,” Artemis began, waving the lithe femboy forward, “this is my esteemed guest, Alex.”
Ordinarily speaking, Alex was far from a timid or demure creature, yet circumstances weren’t exactly what he would categorize as ordinary. It wasn’t the fact that Prince Artemis had invited him and Zecora to Canterlot that had him bothered, and getting a second exclusive tour of the castle was all well and good - no, it was the conditions of the day that had him feeling sheepish. The smooth-talking, adonic alicorn had been more than happy to fund their little group vacation, but there’d been a catch - the Prince had insisted on selecting his wardrobe.
Clad in a skin-tight top and an exceedingly short pair of clinging boy shorts, leaving practically nothing to the imagination, he’d been paraded through the capital and to the picturesque keep of the diarchs - for pete’s sake, his entire midriff and most of his creamy white legs were left fully exposed! While he certainly wasn’t opposed to showing himself off a bit, even he wasn’t brazen enough to wear something so scandalous out in public - for goodness sake, it almost felt as though he was wearing nothing at all! Inching forward, keeping his hands over the slight bulge at his groin, he kept his eyes on the floor.
“My apologies, Captain, he can be a bit bashful at times,” Artemis snickered, hooking a forehoof around the lad’s hip. “Come now, Darling, no need to be so shy.”
Alex swallowed hard, only reluctantly lifting his head and extending a hand towards the guard. “H…hello.”
“Isn’t he a stunning creature?” the Prince continued, as his hoof wandered around the young man’s hip.
“She is quite charming - He,” Aegis blurted, only just catching himself, “I mean he’s quite charming!”
“Captain, it’s quite alright,” Artemis hummed. Leaning in slightly, bringing his muzzle closer to the Captain’s ear, he lowered his voice. “Between you and me, Alex here is far more eager and skillful than a great many mares.”
Hearing the salacious comment and feeling his tush gently groped by his host, Alex stiffened. It was one thing to embrace his love for stallions in private, but it was quite another to openly have his perverse predilections openly discussed with someone he’d only just met. Fortunately for him, though unfortunately for his price, the remark seemed to even take the Captain aback, causing the guard’s cheeks to darken.
“W…well it was a pleasure to meet you, Alex,” Aegis stammered, hastily withdrawing his hoof and turning away. “I must apologize for being so curt, my liege, b…but I believe I must check on the recruits.”
“But of course, Captain. You go and ensure those strapping young bucks are whipped into shape,” the Prince intoned, barely containing his mirth.
Without saying another word, nodding his adieu, Aegis briskly cantered down the corridor, rounded a corner, and disappeared from view. Though he was hasty to remove himself from the situation, the sexually charged banter and alluring garb of the young man had clearly taken a small toll. As Alex watched the armored centurion depart, he’d noticed a dark, semi-rigid log of flesh dangling from the Captain’s groin.
“Perhaps you’d like to go and help him with the recruits,” Artemis mused, unabashedly fondling the young man’s behind. “I’m sure they’re quite pent up due to all the rigorous training they’ve been receiving.”
“Now that would be something,” Zecora chimed in, trotting forward, “but I’m sure Alex would prefer to do it before they’d showered for the day. I’ll tell ya, there are afternoons where he’ll ambush me if I’ve worked up a sweat.”
The additional joking at his expense, while harmless, was not what Alex had expected from his striped lover. Looking over at the muscular, imposing zebra, he petulantly knit his brow. “Thanks…”
“My dear, it’s all in good fun,” Artemis openly laughed. “I assure you, what is said within these walls stays within these walls.”
“Does that include the moaning or - Ow!” Zecora yelped, as the young man grabbing his ear and pulled.
“That is not helping,” Alex grumbled, pulling the banded stud’s head to his eye level.
He’d hoped that Zecora would help avoid any awkward situations, but the opposite had been the case. Possibly inspired by their regal escort, the striped stallion had, at best, stood idly by and let him be teased. The worst part was that instead of alleviating the or averting the embarrassing situations, the big, potion-making lug had actually exacerbated several rather licentious moments throughout the day!
Rolling his eyes and shaking his head free, Zecora brought his snout to the lad’s ear. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy the attention - after all, it’s not like I haven’t noticed that little stiffy you’re sporting.”
Scrunching his nose and rearing back, Alex defiantly crossed his arms over his chest. While it may have been true that being thrust into the spotlight, especially in a salacious manner, actually did get him a bit worked up, the last thing he needed were his pair of paramours to become fully aware of his exhibitionistic tendencies. Impatiently waiting between the duo of stallions, he shifted his focus to their host.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re absolutely precious when you pout,” the Prince commented, deepening the young man’s blush. “You must excuse me though, it’s simply too fun to enjoy your company. Perhaps I could make it up to you?”
Doing his best to look slightly upset, yet curious to hear what the alicorn had to say, Alex brought his hands to his hips. “How?”
“Correct me if I’m mistaken, but I don’t believe I showed you the throne room on your last trip,” Artemis noted, lazily wheeling around and trotting down the corridor.
“Wait - the throne room?” Zecora inquired, swinging around to follow the alicorn.
“The very same, yes. Considering the time, I’m sure the lighting from the stained glass windows would look quite striking in the chamber,” the Prince added, peeking over his shoulder at the young man.
Try as he might act cross, Alex’s ears perked up. It was no secret that he’d always had a fondness for photography, often carrying his camera with him while out and about, so the prospect of getting some photos of the esteemed room was the perfect motivation to keep him moving. Spying the smirk on the Prince’s face, as he scurried to catch up with his two lovers, he felt butterflies form in his stomach.
As much as he tried to play it off, having Artemis as a third was like a dream come true. Not only did the alicorn have access to a vast wealth and nearly universal influence, but he was an exceptional lover. The Prince’s teasing and subtly imperious personality never failed to press his buttons, paired with Zecora’s down to earth loving demeanor, proved a deadly combination. Needless to say, while in the company of both the stallions, it was extremely rare for him to be in poor spirits.
Quite possibly the best part of their polyamorous relationship was that everyone involved was pleased with the arrangement. Both Zecora and Artemis had duties that they regularly tended to, with the former brewing potions and the latter helping manage an empire, which meant Alex could juggle his time between them. It could be a bit eclectic at times, scheduling himself for one or the both of them, yet he enjoyed it all the same - in fact, he actually adored having two stallions to spit himself between.
Walking at a leisurely place, moving just behind the Prince, he fished into his satchel and retrieved his camera. They’d already stopped and taken shots of the train station, royal gardens, and entryway, leaving him wondering how much film he had left. Failing to pay attention to where they were headed, leaving his host to lead, he walked straight into the backside of the umbral alicorn.
“Darling,” Artemis gasped, playfully bucking back against the femboy, “we simply can’t do something like that out in the open!”
Lifting his head, fully expecting to merely find Zecora and Artemis giggling to themselves, Alex swallowed hard. They’d stopped just before an intersection - an intersection which was occupied by a trio of maids. The three mares all looked over at the impromptu and wholly unexpected scene, with one going so far as to coyly hide a smirk behind her forehoof, yet they were simply pawns in the Prince’s ad-hoc scheme.
“Zecora,” the alicorn began, waving to the trio of servants, “do you think we should procure a chambermaid outfit for our beloved Alex? I’m sure he’d look quite fetching, serving us in the appropriate attire.”
The zebra enthusiastically nodded, grinning from ear to pointed ear. “Absolutely! Although I’d prefer his skirt be a touch smaller.”
“Hmmm,” the Prince hummed, shrewdly rubbing his chin. “My good mares, might I trouble you for your input on the matter?”
Before Alex could lift a finger to protest, a cobalt aura enveloped him and deftly plucked him from the floor. As he was levitated to and set down in front of the servants, his pulse quickened. If he’d only been paying attention to where he was going, he could have avoided the impending, doubtlessly inappropriate incident - alas, it hadn’t been meant to be. As his feet touched the floor, the three mares steadily surrounded him and looked him over from top to bottom.
“Do you believe my diminutive, bipedal lover would look fetching in one of your uniforms?” Artemis asked, looking to each of the maids in turn. “Of course we’d have to get something custom tailored for him, but I believe he’d look positively ravishing in a frilled skirt.”
The only reason knew the entire scene was an utter sham was because he already had a maid outfit - a relatively simple and quaint maid outfit, but a maid outfit nonetheless. Shooting his host a dirty look, seeing the smug grin on the Prince’s face, he averted his gaze. As much as he wanted to be annoyed, he bit his tongue.
If there was one thing that Artemis was a master of, aside from being an exceptional lover, it was having a way with words. Elegant, well spoken, and charming to a fault, the sexy bastard could woo the nonexistent pants off of practically anybody he came across, so attempting to confront him was a fool’s errand. The best Alex could do was hope that the three damsels wouldn’t indulge the diarch’s depraved designs.
“He’s definitely got the legs for it,” one mare remarked.
“And just look at those full hips of his,” another added, leaning in and getting a very close look at his shapely behind.
Alex could practically feel his stomach form a knot, hearing the complement about his behind. In the blink of an eye, with the magic reappearing around him, he was spun around and promptly bent over, putting his tush on full display. While it was some consolation that he was wearing shorts, the thin, clinging garment gave the trio a picturesque view of his plush rump, shapely thighs, and even the slight bulge of his coin purse.
Stepping over, with his stallionhood having slipped from his sheath, Zecora casually caressed the lad’s booty. “Doesn’t he though? I mean, just look at how soft his ass is!”
“I…isn’t that a bit - Eeep!” Alex squeaked, as the zebra lightly smacked his immaculately presented posterior.
“That he does, although,” Artemis trailed off, stepping over to face the young man. Without skipping a beat, lifting the shocked femboy’s chin, the Prince leaned in and locked lips with his mate.
Suddenly finding himself in a very impassioned kiss, Alex’s thoughts went wild. He wasn’t that surprised to be shown off like a prime cut of meat, but being heatedly frenched in front of three perfect strangers, by the Prince noless, had caught him completely off guard. Hearing the alicorn’s rich, sonorous hum, feeling a thick tongue press past his lips and into his maw, his servile instincts leapt to the fore.
Extending his arms, he sweetly caressed and pulled the alicorn closer. If he was questioned later, he could argue that the move was a simple counterattack, done in response to the borderline harassment, but that wasn’t the case; in truth, he was an abject whore for making out with a big, strong stallion. Giving as good as he got, ignoring the growing erection within his shorts, he groaned into Artemis’ mouth.
“Stars above, that’s hot,” a feminine voice intoned.
Pulling away, leaving a strand of saliva connecting him to his beau, Alex stared into the Prince’s eyes. “Warn me next time.”
Bearing the slightest bit of blush, Artemis stepped back and to the side. “Well I think that settles that. Thank you for your assistance, my good mares; I shan’t detract you from your duties.”
The three maids politely bowed and trotted away, whispering and giggling amongst themselves like a group of excited school fillies. Though none of them could be expressly heard mentioning the obvious, Alex had no doubt that they knew his place in the non-standard relationship. Seeing the trio depart, as he was granted full control of his body, he straightened up, brushed himself off, and motioned in the direction they’d been heading before the little distraction.
“Artemis,” Zecora called, watching the three maids as they trotted away, “you don’t think we’ll get in trouble for that, will we?”
“Hardly,” the Prince scoffed, holding a hoof to his chest. “Why, as I recall, one of them walked in on fair Alex and I the morning after we -”
“Please tell me they didn’t!” Alex interrupted.
“I’ll admit, it may have been my imagination - that being said, I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them saw us spooning,” the alicorn clarified, guiltily rubbing his head and looking away. “In any case, come, let’s get to the throne room without delay. I’d hate for us to miss the magical moment when the setting sun is just in the right spot.”
Moving with renewed vigor, the three made their way into the depths of the castle and to the throne room. Mercifully for Alex’s waning humility, the remainder of their trek went without incident, save for being greeted by a pair of armored praetorians standing vigil outside of their destination. With not but a smile and wave of his hoof, Artemis dismissed the duo of guards and opened the towering double doors.
“And here we are,” he sighed, pausing just beyond the threshold.
As Alex stepped beside his regal host, his eyes went alight. The vast chamber was every bit as resplendent as he’d presumed, bathed in the colorful hues of stained glass. While he’d hoped to visit the iconic room on his first visit to the capital, his run-in and subsequent time with the Prince had forced him to miss the sight - after all, it wasn’t every day that one is afforded the opportunity to fraternize with a royal demigod.
Slowly looking from right to left, he drank in every gorgeous inch of the hall. Simply put, the space was an artistic masterpiece. The arched ceilings, marble pillars and floors, draped tapestries, and intricately designed window panes were a sight to behold and had likely cost a fortune to produce! Reverently lifting his camera, knowing that the sun wouldn’t remain stationary, he started taking photos.
Trotting over to the young man’s side, ensuring he didn’t spoil a shot, Artemis lowered his head. “I told you it was beautiful at this hour.”
“You’re not kidding,” Zecora murmured, likely awestruck by the sight. “I couldn’t imagine seeing this every day.”
“I assure you, it loses a bit of its luster after several hundred years,” the Prince lightly snickered, “but seeing your and Alex’s reactions reminds me of just how magnificent it truly is - by the way, Alex, if you’d like me to pose on my throne, I’d be more than happy to - Oh…”
The flat, abrupt end of the alicorn’s statement struck Alex as off, causing him to lift his head and lower his camera. He had been intent on taking pictures of the chamber from one side to the other, studiously ensuring that each area was captured, yet that came to a halt. Looking to his host, seeing that something at the far end of the room held the alicorn’s attention, he followed Artemis’ gaze.
Be darned if he could explain how he hadn’t noticed it earlier, but they weren’t alone in the vast chamber. While seeing a guard or one of the innumerable castle staff would hardly have been a distraction, they weren’t in the presence of any ordinary pony. Standing beside one of the twin thrones, languidly trotting towards them, was an absolutely titanic creature.
The golden peytral and armored hooves would have been unique enough, yet those were simple compared to the rest of the majestic creature. With a flowing, ethereal mane and tail of pastel hues, contrasted against his snow white coat, the stallion was as beautiful as he was titanic, evoking an odd sense of trepidation and reverence within Alex. He’d expected to be awed by the throne room itself, although he would have never anticipated meeting the older, larger, significantly more imposing brother of Artemis - Prince Solaris.
“Well well,” the elder diarch began, steadily approaching the group, “I wasn’t expecting guests at this hour - then again, I hadn’t expected you to be dithering about with your little plaything, brother.”
“And a pleasant afternoon to you, brother,” Artemis seamlessly added, trotting forward to confront his sibling. “I was merely giving my guests a tour of the keep.”
“I see,” Solaris hummed, casting a magenta eye to the motionless lad. “And is this prior to or following your consummation with the zebra and young man?”
“Dearest brother,” the young Prince laughed, shaking his head. “I shared their bed last night and have every intention of doing so again this evening. If I might ask, why are you so interested in my partners? Could it be that you’re a bit envious?”
Stopping just before the young man, Solaris brought his head to the femboy’s eye level. “Hmmph…”
In all the years Alex had spent in Equestria, there were few that left him speechless and fewer still that made him genuinely nervous, yet finding himself face to face with the biggest stallion he’d ever laid eyes upon had checked both those boxes. Solaris was nearly a head taller than his sibling and nearly as well built as Zecora, being a literal titan of an alicorn - still, in spite of his colossal stature and impressive build, he moved with a grace belying his size.
“Brother, please, you mustn’t be so rude to my diminutive partner,” Artemis interjected, swinging around and stepping just beside the stupefied femboy.
“I see his small size reflects his deference,” Solaris snorted, straightening up and leveling his gaze at his sibling.
Glancing to his left, only then realizing that Zecora was bowing, he swallowed hard. The unforeseen introduction of the oldest ruler in the land had caught him unawares, to the point where he’d forgotten his manners. Though he was courting Artemis, that was by no means an excuse to act overly insolent! Dropping his head and shying away, he slowly sank to one knee - that was, until he was sorcerously straightened back up.
“Now now, no need for formalities,” Artemis tutted. “I’m sure a modest introduction would suffice, given that you are my guest. Solaris, this is Alex - Alex, this is my brother, Solaris,” he stated, nodding between the two. “Don’t let his imperious nature and sharp tongue fool you, he’s not nearly as scary as he looks - he’s just a bit jealous that he’s not as lucky as I -”
“I am not jealous,” the alabaster Prince grumbled, stomping a whoof.
“You’re not?” Artemis quipped, cocking his head. “Then perhaps you’d be willing to introduce us to your lover.”
“When I meet my special somepony, they will be just that - a pony,” Solaris muttered, locking eyes with his sibling.
The umbral alicorn’s smile never wavered, as he lightly shrugged his shoulders. “Preferences aside, that would be your loss. My precious Alex here is as or more capable a lover than any pony within the realm.”
“I highly doubt that - no offense,” the day Prince added, looking ever so briefly at the young man.
Shuffling back, theatrically holding a hoof to his bosom, Artemis’ feigned shock was priceless. “You doubt your beloved brother?”
“I doubt your experience with capable ponies, perhaps - I mean, for goodness sake, he’s so short and svelte; there’s only so much a creature of his size could do with a stallion like us,” Solaris exasperatedly continued, waving at the lad.
Unsure of exactly how to feel, Alex looked between the bickering siblings in silence. It wasn’t his place to chime in, even if he was the subject of their discussion, and so he let the scene play out naturally. Though it was a bit off-putting to see two timeless creatures of nigh-unimaginable power argue like pettish teenagers, he couldn’t help but be amused that they acted no differently than any other pair of brothers.
Staring up at his fellow diarch, Artemis sighed. “You’ve forced my hoof; I see that a small demonstration is in order.”
“What?” Alex and Zecora croaked, staring in disbelief at their host.
“Though it pains me to go to such measures, I believe my beloved brother will require a small display of Alex’s skill - with both your blessings, of course,” the night Prince explained, humbly turning to fully face the stunned zebra and human.
“I - uh - I don’t mind,” Zecora weakly murmured. While his tone seemed uncertain, the obsidian length slipping from his sheath spoke volumes about how he truly felt.
“You would despoil the throne room, the very heart of our keep and kingdom, in some debauched display veiled under the pretense of proving your mate’s sexual skills?” Solaris gasped, stepping back.
“In sooth, yes, although I’d be dishonest if I said I wouldn’t enjoy it,” Artemis chuckled.
Utterly at a loss for words, Alex could scarcely believe his ears. Not only had Artemis boasted of his skill and defended his status as a lover, but he’d just been offered an exhitionistic act in front of the oldest protector in all of Equestria. As his thoughts and pulse raced, wondering if he’d actually be expected to sexually service either of his mates for an audience, a subtle movement caught his eye.
Keeping his head lowered, but lifting his eyes, he spied an absolutely gargantuan log of flesh beneath Solaris. Though the elder alicorn wasn’t fully erect, there was no possible way that some part of him hadn’t taken some keen interest in a perverse show. Emboldened by the sight and inspired by his Prince’s words, he shuffled over and pressed himself to Artemis’ side. He wasn’t exactly comfortable with performing in front of someone so stately, but he couldn’t deny the thrill of being lauded as a capable lover.
“There’s a good boy,” Artemis purred, folding a wing around the lad’s shoulders. “Now then, wherever could we entertain such an exhibition.”
Standing tall, Zecora pointed over at the pair of thrones. “How about over there?”
“Have my delicious little lover service me on my throne? Zecora, what a delightful idea,” the young Prince giggled, “I absolutely love it.”
As he was guided across the vast chamber and towards the pair of chairs, Alex gnawed his lip. He’d done all manner of lewd things with both Zecora and Artemis, occasionally at the same time, but not once had he done anything more scandalous than hoof holding in front of another. Moving past the fountain and up one of the twin walkways, growing ever closer to the thrones, he peeked over his shoulder.
While Zecora looked absolutely thrilled with the turn of events, Solaris appeared somewhat apathetic about the development. Alex knew precious little about the oldest alicorn in the land, save for what he’d read in books, and Artemis rarely spoke of his sibling, so he wasn’t sure what to think - sure, the giant alicorn was obviously a bit turned on, given his semi-erect stallionhood, but that raised several questions in and of itself. Patting his host’s shoulder, he leaned forward and drew a breath.
“Is it really ok to do this in front of him,” he whispered, nodding ever so slightly to the side.
“Trust me, there isn’t much that we haven’t caught each other doing,” Artemis breathed. “As long as we’ve been around one another, I don’t think there’s a single secret between us - which is exactly why I’d like to show you off.”
Punctuating the explanation with a squeeze of his tush, Alex pursed his lips. He could understand that, as siblings who’d been alive for millennia, the duo had likely shared a number of stories and preferences with one another, but the notion of them voyeuristically enjoying moments of intimacy seemed a bit odd. Dismissing his concern, as they came before the pair of thrones, he watched Artemis saunter forward and seat himself.
“What to do, what to do…” the young Prince thought aloud, easing himself back and tapping his chin. “Considering I’m the newcomer to this wonderful little relationship, I believe it would be fitting to allow Zecora a first swing at things.”
Alex had a pretty good idea of what was expected of him. The height of the throne would make blowing Artemis an easy affair, so long as he was bent over and braced on the arms of the chair. Preparing for the event wasn’t really an issue, considering he’d cleaned, lubed, and had his ass positively destroyed that morning - not to mention there was more than likely a substantial amount of lube and cum painting his interior. Mulling the proposition over, musing on the best way to proceed, he neglected to notice the striped stud lurking up behind him.
“Not gonna need these,” Zecora announced, pantsing the young man in one fell swoop.
As if finding himself suddenly bare-assed wasn’t startling enough, the removal of his shorts was immediately preceded by a hard shove forward. Instinctively throwing his arms out to catch himself, Alex lurched forward and slammed his palms to either side of the chair. Either his banded lover had had the same idea as himself or fate had worked in his favor, because he ended up right where he thought he’d be.
Artemis simply smiled and placed a forehoof to the back of the young man’s head, gingerly pressing him down and closer to his groin. “Be a dear and warm me up, will you?”
As he peered down at the Prince’s nethers, spying the dark length of regal meat emerge from its nearly black sheath, Alex’s mouth began to water. Audience or no audience, it was nearly impossible not to get excited over seeing a magnificently displayed stallionhood - especially since he knew exactly what kind of treatment to expect. Carefully lifting one leg at a time, kicking his shorts to the side, he leaned in and breathed the alicorn’s ambrosial musk.
“Just look at how eager the little thing is,” Artemis noted. “Have you ever had a lover this enthusiastic?”
Situated where he was, and unwilling to break stride to see Solaris’ reaction, Alex shot forward and pressed his face to the Prince’s crotch. Though his regal lover had showered that morning, the excessive walking all day had caused the stallion to work up just a bit of a sweat - as such, his sinuses were absolutely flooded with the rich, masculine aroma of his mate. Savoring the aroma for just a moment, he opened his mouth and drew his tongue over the hardening length of flesh before him.
Salty and earthy, the flavors of Artemis’ equipment swiftly coated his palate. The taste was not completely dissimilar to that of a human’s, but it was far more potent and, in his opinion, almost addictive. Contentedly wiggling his ass, while he licked and lavished the gradually growing cock, he almost forgot about his banded better half - almost. The sensation of a hot breath against his backside reminded him that he had two paramours to please, prompting him to arch his back and brace his legs.
While he wouldn’t have been shocked for Zecora to promptly mount and do him, he was in for a pleasant surprise. What could only be a thick, muscular tongue and pair of large, pouting lips pressed against his ass to lovingly make out with his rear. It wasn’t every day that he was warmed up in such an intimate fashion, but he was hardly about to complain. Rocking back, having to lift his torso to accommodate the steadily rising length of princely meat, he slipped the blunt head into his maw and groaned.
“Well,” Artemis pressed, gently pressing the femboy’s head downward, “cat got your tongue?”
Ignoring most of the raillery, yet amused at the young diarch’s needling, Alex focused on the growing task at hand. Fellating a stallion took a fair bit of practice and concentration on any occasion, yet having a spectator meant his performance couldn’t be anything less than perfect. Lifting and bobbing his head, bringing the tip of Artemis’ shaft to the back of his throat, he noticed a movement off to his right.
Peering over with one eye, keeping the mostly-rigid length of meat in his maw, he realized that Solaris had drawn closer. Though the elder Prince hadn’t said much since his little exhibition had begun, the gigantic alicorn had definitely taken a keen interest in the show. As his eyes wandered from the behemoth’s blushing face and to the stud’s loins, his pupils shrank to pinpricks. Twitching beneath the stallion was the biggest dick he’d ever seen.
Covered in light-pink flesh, with an off-white sheath, the monstrous appendage menacingly throbbed in the cool air. Stallions were typically very well hung, but the beast before him was on another level entirely - granted, he was a few faces away, yet he immediately realized why the elder sibling was jealous; it wasn’t because Solaris would have trouble finding a mate, it was that he probably scared away any potential suitors by the sheer size of his endowment.
“He may have me in size, but he could never dare compete with my skill,” Artemis muttered, noticing what held the lad’s attention.
As much as Alex would have liked to gawk at the gargantuan equipment, he had other things to worry about - namely the tongue which withdrew from his tush. An excited snort was all the warning he got, before Zecora’s immense weight settled onto his hips. Reminded that he had a job to do, he took a deep breath, relaxed his throat, and forced his face forward. As the younger ruler’s shaft plunged down his gullet, making his throat bulge outward, he fully committed himself.
Sure enough, as soon as the mighty zebra got into position, he was penetrated by Zecora’s obsidian pillar. Shorter but more girthy than his alicorn amore, the banded stud’s tool stretched his backdoor and slowly plunged into his depths. He didn’t have to look to tell he was already leaking pre-cum, feeling his prostate get practically crushed by the immense intrusion. Steadying himself on one arm, affectionately stroking the lower portion of Artemis’ shaft with his free hand, he raised his head for a sip of air.
He’d always been a bit predisposed to entertaining while in the bedroom, but having an onlooker dialed up his theatrical inclinations to eleven. Loudly gagging and groaning around Artemis’ cock, while fervently bucking back to meet Zecora’s thrusts, he basked in the depraved limelight. He felt certain that there were few if any who’d ever done something so scandalous in the throne room, so he relished the bawdy achievement.
Though there was a lull in conversation, the room was far from silent. The steady plap plap plap of flesh impacting flesh, hushed moans, heavy breaths, and muted gags filled the air with a sinful symphony, while the trio gradually moved faster and harder. Despite being the focus of attention, sucking off one stallion while being plowed by another, Alex did everything in his power to please his pair of mates.
It was a dance he’d done more times than he could count, yet it had never lost its luster. The sensation of Zecora’s height bearing down on him, the heat permeating through his core, the masculine bouquet, the taste of salty pre-cum coating his palate, and the sound of his bestial lovers were the embodiment of perfection. He genuinely felt pity for humans who’d never experienced such hedonistic joys, because there was nothing in the world like being dominated and used by such wondrous creatures.
Having only received a blowjob earlier that morning, content to watch Artemis spooned and lazily pounded Alex, Zecora was the first to succumb. His steady rhythm broke into a frenzied series of thrusts, while he grunted and set his jaw, before it finally came to a head. Burying every inch of himself into the twink, his balls pulled taut and sent a flood of jizz through his flaring length.
The only reason Alex didn’t immediately cum himself was because he’d grown marginally acclimated to being used in such a fashion. The pressure and heat that blossomed in his abdomen was as amazing as ever, yet knowing his mate enjoyed his body made the moment all the more magical. Clenching around the pulsing shaft, ensuring that every precious drop was deposited as deeply as possible. He reared back and freed his airway.
“Such as beautiful as ever, though the sight of your luscious lips wrapped around me was quite becoming,” Artemis purred, leaning in and kissing the lad’s crown. As he lifted his head and turned to the side, he quirked a brow. “Still not convinced.”
“Though young - what was it again - Zecora is impressively endowed, that doesn’t mean Alex could endure the ministrations of either of us,” Solaris groused, his doubt contrasted against his turgid erection. “Especially myself.”
“Well then, dear brother, I’ll have to prove it to you,” the young alicorn flatly stated, shifting in place.
There was no way for Alex to move, what with having nearly the full weight of a zebra on himself and over a foot of cock lodged in his cum-soaked ass, but the Prince magically remedied the problem - literally. In a brilliant flash of light, Artemis was simply gone. Turning his head from side to side, vainly looking about for his lover, the sound of a familiar pop from behind him told him everything he needed to know.
“Would you mind changing places with me, Zecora?” Artemis politely inquired. “I’m sure Alex wouldn’t mind cleaning you off - would you, Sweetheart?”
“N…not at all,” Alex sputtered, trying and failing to sound confident.
It wouldn’t be the first time that his lovers had taken turns, tagging out to use him like a living, breathing sex-toy, but it wasn’t a regular occurrence. More often than not, they’d alternate between who got his mouth and who got his rump, occasionally even sitting back to enjoy the lewd spectacle, which was actually a bit of a mercy. Being rutted by one stallion was intense enough as it was, oftentimes leaving him with a cum-swollen belly, but satiating two in rapid succession pushed his limits.
Relaxing his behind, while Zecora shuffled back and withdrew, he clamped down as soon as the zebra had pulled free - not just to ensure the spunk would lubricate him for the impending railing he was about to receive, but because he would hate to make a mess of the opulent carpet beneath them. As Artemis moved up behind him, realizing the throne before him was now vacant, he rested his chest on the empty seat and did what he could to get comfortable.
“There we are,” Artemis sighed, placing his forehooves to either side of the young man’s head.
Unlike Zecora, who’d courteously rimmed him, the alicorn was a bit more playful. Resting and grinding his stallionhood between the lad’s buns, he slowly brought the broad head of his dick to the femboy’s entrance. The zebra’s strikingly thick tool had done a fine job loosening up the femboy’s backdoor, allowing him to sluggishly sink into his quivering lover with almost laughable ease.
Alex’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, a whimper crept past his lips, and his knees shook, while inch after glorious inch of the majestic stallionhood wormed into him. The contrast of his two lovers was staggering, even though their measurements weren’t wildly different. Zecora’s cock was strong and almost brutish, crushing his tender p-spot like a battering ram, while Artemis’ length was a touch more slender and elegantly caressed his sensitive depths.
Thankful that he didn’t have to use his arms to hold himself up, he pressed his cheek to the seat and held himself steady. The cushion smelled heavily of the Prince’s package, adding a bit of olfactory flair to the moment, while Artemis’ shaft lazily rearranged his insides. Momentarily considering jacking himself off, teetering on the brink, he only just stopped himself. Knowing that Solaris was nearby, doubtlessly envious that he didn’t have a lover as capable as his brother, he’d be more than happy to have the cum fucked out of him.
“Ready, Darling?” Artemis purred, draping himself over the femboy’s back.
Peeking up at the beautiful stallion’s face, Alex nodded. “Yeah.”
Having nearly hilted, the Prince pulled back and leisurely started pumping his hips. The long, deep, extraordinary strokes were absolutely fantastic, a perfect balance of speed and strength. Alex couldn’t help but moan out, his feminine voice echoing throughout the vast hall, as he was driven closer and closer to the edge. Be darned if he could say how Artemis had become so proficient with topping humans, but he considered himself lucky for having such an experienced and skillful stallion.
Despite the brief pause after Zecora had finished, the difference in technique and size quickly robbed him of strength. His thighs trembled, his heart thundered in his chest, and the breath hitched in his throat, as his prick drooled pre-cum to the floor. Though he didn’t have to hold himself back, he fought tooth and nail not to blow his load - not because it wouldn’t feel fantastic, but because the longer he held out, the more intense his inevitable climax would be.
Falling into a steady rhythm, Artemis smugly chuckled to himself. “Awwwww - the poor thing seems like he’s close. In that case…”
Stepping forward and altering the trajectory of his plunges, he absolutely annihilated the lad’s tender p-spot. Simply having the delicate organ caressed by the immense, pistoning length of any stallion was nearly too much to endure, but a direct attack sank the final nail in the coffin. Unable to hold himself back, Alex met his orgasmic demise.
Throwing his head back and howling to the heavens, with saliva dangling from his chin, he came over the floor. He’d hoped to hold out for a bit longer, if only to test his endurance, but even he couldn’t hold out from such an amorous assault. Overwhelmed with the well-earned ecstasy of his release, his legs buckled and gave out.
“I got ‘em!” Zecora blurted, shooting forward to support the nearly collapsed young man.
His momentary thanks of being saved turned to outright rapture, as the zebra twisted his head and virtually inhaled his pulsing shaft. He hadn’t asked for a blowjob, and he sure as heck hadn’t anticipated it, but the stimulation to his hyper-sensitive dick raised the octave of his voice several degrees. His hands flew to Zecora’s neck, clutching the striped stallion for all his worth, as he fitfully humped and bucked into his mohawked mate’s face.
The one-two combination of being sucked off and being rutted proved a ruinous mix, all but melting his mind. Had it not been for Zecora holding him up, he would have assuredly collapsed to the floor and ended the scene in a profoundly messy and unbecoming way - mercifully for him, that wasn’t the case. Propped up by the beefy zebra, his limp form was pounded harder and faster by the alicorn above him.
He had no earthly idea how long Artemis had been at it, lost to a tumultuous sea of ecstasy, but the Prince’s frantic thrusting shook him from his stupor. Forcing himself to bear down, he dutifully milked and squeezed the flaring length within him. Though he was overjoyed to know his regal lover was close, a part of him was a bit nervous about having a second immense helping of foal-batter deposited in his depths.
With what he could only describe as a series of refined grunts, Artemis reached his limit and came. Unlike Zecora, who’d hilted and filled him, the alicorn continued pumping his hips throughout the climax, coating every nook and cranny of his innards with divine essence. Even though he’d cum what felt like minutes ago, though it may have been longer, the feeling of warmth and gratification of a job well done sent blood rushing to his prick.
“And - Hah - and that is how it’s done,” Artemis panted. Apparently pleased with his performance, he craned his head to the side and looked beneath himself at the cum-drunk lad. “Isn’t it?”
“Y…yeah,” Alex weakly croaked, swearing he could taste the cum that was sloshing around within his belly.
As the Prince stepped back and withdrew, he clenched his behind with all his might - still, it was a fool’s errand. Brimming with what had to be at least a gallon of spunk, leaking a trail from his battered and well-used ass, he unsteadily pushed himself up and propped himself against the throne. Weary and disheveled though he was, the look on Solaris’ face was well worth the effort and borderline ignominy.
The elder alicorn stood there, mouth agape, looking at his rounded, gurgling belly, but that wasn’t the best part. Somehow, as impossible as it may have seemed, it appeared as though the giant’s stallionhood was even larger and harder than it had been before. The sight was a fond reminder of what his performance had done, and it was almost enough to inspire him to…
“Want to let him have a go?” Artemis asked, causing the young man to look over at him. “I mean, for pity’s sake.”
“I…” Alex cut himself off, unsure of how to respond.
Of course he wouldn’t mind a third round, but the logistics of it were hard to fathom. Taking someone as well-endowed as Solaris would be a herculean effort - not to mention having a third, certainly prolific filling of seed. As he considered his options, hoping to avoid a faux pas, a soft light surrounded him.
It took him less than a heartbeat to recognize his mate’s magical energy, bringing his eyes over to the Prince. “What are you -”
“Simply a pick-me-up,” Artemis hummed, his horn glowing faintly on his crown.
Before Alex could ask what that meant, he got his explanation. The cum and sweat about his frame dissipated, his belly shrank to a small degree, and a rush of energy hit him like a gong. Whatever spell had been cast on him felt amazing, like an arcane combo of a refreshing shower and some very strong coffee, and it had taken mere moments to take effect.
Marveling at himself, grinning from ear to ear, hopped over and wrapped his arms around the young Prince’s neck. “You could have told me that you could do that earlier.”
Returning the embrace, Artemis snickered. “Yes, well, a ruler has to keep a few surprises around.”
Reinvigorated and ready to go, Alex stepped back and reevaluated the situation. He had two lovers who’s cocks desperately needed cleaning, and an absolute colossus of a stud who’d yet to relieve himself, which led him to his only reasonable conclusion. Looking to Artemis and Zecora, he nodded to the pair of side-by-side thrones.
“You two sit there and get comfortable,” he began, turning his attention to the elder Prince, “and you come over here.”
Solaris opened his mouth, likely to protest, but quickly thought better of it and did as he’d been asked. As his mates complied with his orders, walking to and seating themselves on the pair of closely resting chairs, he situated himself between the thrones, sank to his knees, and arched his back. Simultaneously servicing three studs would be a challenge under any circumstance, but he felt reasonably certain that his impromptu plan would work.
Both Artemis and Zecora were still flaccid, with their jizz-slickened cocks hanging from the edge of their seats, which worked perfectly in his favor. If his duo of lovers were still rock-hard, cleaning them off would be a difficult or possibly impossible task. Crawling forward and bringing his face between the pair of giant, floppy dongs, he rested himself on his elbows, gently grabbed their dicks, and began hungrily licking and slurping the cum from their equipment.
“Brother, are you waiting for an engraved invitation?” Artemis quipped.
“V…very well,” the alabaster alicorn falteringly stated.
Trotting to and over the prostrate femboy, he brought his gargantuan tool to bear. Alex thanked his lucky stars that his insides were well-soaked in slick spunk and that his backdoor had been thoroughly loosened up, because the labor ahead would be a trial by any standard. As he smacked his lips and attempted to stay relaxed, the enormous cock-head of the senior Prince bore against his ass.
With a zebra dick in one hand, and an alicorn stallionhood in the other, he pushed back against his monumental new partner. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but there was no way he was going to give up and throw in the towel. Relaxing his ass and swaying his hips from side to side, doing everything he could to spear himself on the giant, he was finally met with success.
His heart fluttered wildly, jizz and pre-cum oozed from his floppy prick, and he whorishly moaned, as the behemoth slowly sank into him. The experience was incredible, making his well trained backdoor feel almost virginal, and he savored every second of it. Spreading his legs slightly, ensuring that Solaris could better plow him, he jacked off his paramours and prepared himself for the fucking of a lifetime.
“Goodness, he’s - Mmmph - tight,” the towering sovereign huffed, driving his hips forward.
Zecora and Artemis remained silent, likely enwrapt by the show, while their diminutive human lover mewled and rocked his waist back. It was a deliciously perverted scene, the sort of thing that one would only assume happened in a porno, and it served as the perfect final act for their afternoon. As Solaris’ hefty balls lazily swung forward, utterly dwarfing the young man’s comparably minuscule package, he started to fuck in earnest.
He regularly made love to both Zecora and Artemis, and had fooled around with a number of other stallions on occasion, but not a single one could compare to Solaris. A literal giant in every aspect, the titan pushed his limits in each conceivable way. His attempts to pleasure his mates ground to a halt, his vision tunneled, and his mind went blank, as his world was reduced to being nothing more than a cock-sleeve.
The simple fact of being bred by the behemoth was beyond words, unfathomably rapturous, and it nearly did him in. Instead of any sort of traditional climax, gradually building to a peak of pleasure, his body - no, his very being was wracked with an ecstasy that seemed to defy explanation. Thin cum continually dribbled and sputtered from his flailing, floppy dick, while his body lurched forward with each tectonic thrust.
The only way he could describe the ordeal was like having a continual, full-body orgasm. The sensations flooding through him were so ineffable and intense that his grip of reality started to slip. Time, his sense of self, and the world around him faded away, replaced by pure, unadulterated pleasures of the flesh, but he didn’t fight it - no, he embraced it. While the Prince wantonly screwed him harder and faster with every passing second, his body’s natural instincts responded.
Years of devoting himself to stallions had ingrained techniques within the very fiber of his being, allowing him to please his lover even while semi-conscious. His stuffed ass flexed and constricted around the alicorn’s tremendous shaft, while he rocked back to meet his mate’s thrusts. He was, in an all too real way, a being made for pleasing stallions.
Apparently thrilled with himself, or possibly having withstood a protracted dry spell, Solaris eventually reached a fevered pitch, fucking the lad with reckless abandon, until the inevitable came to pass. Growling through clenched teeth, shoving the entirety of his impossibly huge shaft into the young man, he hilted. The act of having what had to be nearly two feet of dick entombed within him would have been jarring enough as it was, but what came next sundered Alex - the Prince came.
Gallons of thick, virile seed surged through his stallionhood, filling the lad like a condom. Alex’s belly steadily expanded outward, swelling to obscene proportions, as he was used. The heat and internal pressure was almost too much to bear, leaving him on the very cusp of passing out, yet he somehow endured. Wheezing softly, with his arms having long since flopped uselessly to his sides, he struggled to comprehend what had happened.
“That was amazing,” Solaris sighed, lifting a forehoof to wipe the sweat from his brow.
“Didn’t I tell you that already?” Artemis purred, unseating himself to check on his lover. “Darling, are you alright?”
Shakily lifting a hand and giving a thumbs up, feeling as though he’d just been gang-banged by an entire platoon of guards, Alex looked over at the young Prince. He had little doubt he’d be sore and likely walking funny for the next few days, if not the remainder of the week, but it had definitely been worth it - after all, how many could boast about bedding both of the rulers of a kingdom. Whatever his host and lovers’ plans were for him, he desperately hoped it didn’t involve anything more than lounging in a bed for the next few hours.
“Artemis,” Solaris began, donning an imperious tone, “I insist on borrowing him from time to time.”
“Oh?” Artemis countered, cocking his head to the side. “And why might that be?”
The elder Prince shook his head and stamped a hoof, eliciting a small squeak from the still impaled femboy. “You know why…”
As the umbral alicorn lowered himself and looked into Alex’s eyes, he grinned. “And what might you think of this proposition?”
“Only - Cough - only if you and Zecora are ok with it,” Alex rasped.
“Well I guess we have our answer,” the Zebra giggled, hopping from the throne and moving to the lad’s other side. “But we’re gonna need a camera and the biggest bed in Canterlot.”
Delusional with rapture, Alex could only beam. He was still as happy as could be with his pair of mates, but having the occasional inclusion of a titanic and noble third wouldn’t bother him in the slightest - that was, so long as he was properly warmed up beforehand. Wondering how in the world they’d ever top that afternoon, yet feeling sure that the three of them would carnally conspire against him, he couldn’t wait to hear what they’d eventually plan up…
