Twelve Days of Buckmas

“Yeah, right there, babe,” the stallion groaned. “Just like that. Just keep- AH!”

Flash Sentry gave a hard thrust into the pony’s hole, his balls smacking against the other’s. A shot of pre squirted from the pony’s — his name was Loose Brick as he recalled — dick as it was grinded against the cobblestones underneath them.

He’d normally not be this rough, but, as requested by his charge, Flash was upping his dominant game and going hard.

“You loosened up enough?” Flash whispered as he leaned his head in close to Loose’s ear. An easy feat as he was significantly bigger than the surprisingly diminutive earth pony. “Ready for-” he mentally rolled his eyes, “pound town?”

“Yes, give it to me, babe.” A needy whimper escaped the pony’s lips. “Hit me right in the sweet spot.”

Obliging his request, Flash grabbed the pony’s mane in his teeth and braced himself within the rather cramped accommodations. A small dead end alley in Canterlot wasn’t the most ideal place to start breaking a stallion in twain from behind with his dick, but it is what it is.

He brought his dick out past his medial ring and kept just the last two inches still wedged firmly into the pony’s behind. He waited until the smaller pony’s whimpering became desperate before he slammed forward.

A cry of pleasure burst forth unbidden from Loose’s lips. This was followed by several repeats as Flash pounded him at a steady rhythm. Each thrust punctuated by a grunt around the strands of mane held in his mouth.

“I-I’m gonna-” the stallion stuttered. “I-I- babe!”

Utilizing a trick he had picked up over a long storied history of hook ups, Flash brushed a few of his wing’s primaries gently across Loose’s shaft.

With a whinny, Loose exploded ropes of cum across the cobblestones. Flash stayed his thrusts once the stallion had been reduced to only heavy panting.

“T-that was-” Loose started before being interrupted by Flash dismounting from him. Flash flipped the stallion over, pressing his back into the cum covered cobblestones. “What are you-”

He was interrupted again as Flash planted his forehooves above his head and let his massive member hang before him. A trail of pre dripped from the tip and dribbled onto the stallion’s muzzle. “Suck it.”

A horny snort, bite of the lip, and the cobblestone smashing bottom was slurping up the first two inches of Flash’s cock down his gullet. He rolled his tongue from shaft to tip as he punctuated his endeavor with rough grunts.

Flash felt the building of the flood as his balls clenched. “Come on, stud,” he growled, “I took you to base, you could at least take me to ring before I blow.”

Loose worked Flash’s shaft further down his throat in earnest. Every inch swallowed brought a spike of pleasure to Flash that wore away at his endurance.

As the stallion finally, finally, reached his medial ring, Flash loosened his restraint, cried out, and allowed cum to surge up his dick and flood into the stallion’s eager mouth. Each rope set his brain synapses aflame, drowning him in pleasure.

After unloading — Flash took pleasure in noticing the bulge of the stallion’s belly — he pulled out with a pop. His partner, fully spent, flopped to the ground.

Loose panted heavily in exhaustion. “H-hot. That was the bucking-”

He was interrupted by a deep kiss on the mouth, Flash’s broad tongue causing the smaller stallion to melt between his hooves.

As he pulled back, the stallion gave him a playful half lidded gaze. “Do you ever let any of your partners finish their-”

Another kiss stopped the stallion from speaking. Flash gave him a cocksure grin. “Sentence? No, I don’t.” He dropped him to the ground and turned to exit the alley.

“W-wait, what about all of this?” The stallion gestured at the cum that covered the ground and his back. “Aren’t you going to help?”

He looked back over his withers. “You got a tongue. I’m sure you can figure it out. Besides.” He kicked a nearby trash can with his back hoof. A yelp and clang announced the arrival of a pegasus who burst out of the can with a sheepish look on his face. “I’m sure this spectator would be happy to assist.”

Not waiting for a reply, Flash trotted out onto the main thoroughfare. Several passerby gave him a weird look, and more than a few flushed looks, as he stepped out with the smell of sex still strong on him.

A confident grin with a scandalous wink stopped any probing questions.

There was a display window nearby. Flash looked into it to check his reflection. He ran a wing through his messy blue mane putting it back into its proper place and straightened his blue jacket emblazoned with his Mark on the back with yellow lightning bolt trims.

He looked good. A rakish rogue on the prowl and, if his last encounter was anything to go by, it was working for him.

A glance at a clock hanging inside the store through the glass noted the time to be early evening. He had roughly several hours to find his second partner for the evening, and third pony on his list.

Cadence had allowed a double booking, which would have been a problem for most, but Flash had been blessed with a high libido and low refraction time. Useful for back to back partners.

He trotted off down towards the redlight district part of town, Saddle Row. Well to do commercial buildings quickly turned gaudy as the neon lights and scandalous signage of ponies in suggestive positions took over the streets.

General stores transformed into strip clubs, bars, and discotheques — a hold over term from Celestia’s funk obsession days as told by Cadance.

Scents of salt licks, cum, and alcohol assailed his nostrils. A lustful haze of bright lights and general musk permeated the air obscuring his vision in all the right ways lending a mystique to the place.

It was an experience to go to Canterlot’s premier adults only street and one Flash was both familiar and particularly fond of.

A younger Flash had lied his way into numerous clubs using his bigger size and good looks to trick dim bouncers. Since then, he’d become a frequent visitor and well known in the area.

There was just something electrifying about trotting in this depraved, sex-riddled place. Something that ran counter to what ponies thought of as the norm that appealed to the Flash outside of the rigid, disciplined Royal Guard armour he was forced to wear on any other day.

Having a full table of affectionate, very hot, very open studs and mares also appealed to the part of him that enjoyed sex.

He stopped in the middle of the thoroughfare causing a blockage in the river of ponies going to and fro along the cobblestones — No one was going to tell the pegasus the size of a draft pony to move.

Reviewing his mental checklist, he surveyed the various establishments for where he thought his charge might be. 8-bit as he had been called on the request form had noted his appearance, the street, and the establishment he’d be present in, but not which.

Like all the stallions on the list, he seemed to be the lonely sort. Nerdy, average sized, and in need of a good lay from a stallion that cared for him more than a bag of bits. Flash was good for that.

Except for the stallion he had just bucked earlier, but that one had specified that he wanted to be used as a buck toy in a public space with spectators and by a stallion that was both confident and rude as Tartarus.

To his right was the Big Bolt Stud, a club with primarily buff stallions as strippers. Based on the preferences 8-bit had listed, he would be willing to bet on finding him there.

Flash strutted past the front bouncer with a wink towards the massive stallion, threw bits onto a server’s tray on his way in while grabbing a glass of champagne with his wing, and took a sip as he raked his gaze across the dimly lit club.

He frowned at the crowds of stallions choking up the floor. His quarry was the shy sort, so he scratched off the flooded bar as a possible location. A lingering look on the main stage where one stallion with a massive chest was dropping down a pole also confirmed that his charge being present was unlikely.

That left the smaller stages or the back rows where the thongs of patrons were thinnest. A cursory glance found himself focusing on a smaller ash grey pegasus with a silvery blue mohawk near the back of the club holding a drink and keeping his eyes downcast.

Perfect match for the description Flash had been given.

A quick jaunt brought him to the pegasus who looked at him in wide eyed amazement.

Flash gave a confident grin. “You 8-bit?” A small nod. “Perfect.” He held out a wing. “Flash Sentry. You signed up for Cadance’s Buck Elves program?”

8-bit’s face flushed. “Y-yeah, I did.” Flash smelled the stink of some cheap swill from the bar on his breath. 8-bit visibly gulped. “I-I wasn’t expecting- I mean I didn’t think-” he floundered, “You’re really hot.”

Flash’s grin widened. “Thanks, glad you find the pony you’re about to have sex with attractive.” 8-bit dropped his cup onto the floor. “Shoot, sorry you dropped your drink. Let me treat you to something better.” He waved a wing towards the bar with three primaries pointed up. A bartender nodded and started making their drinks.

“Y-you don’t have to do that. I dropped it like a total klutz,” 8-bit mumbled.

“Hey, no worries. I frequent this club pretty often.” he refrained from mentioning he’s been one of the main attractions pre-guard years. “The bartenders know me and Cadance covers all expenses for these meetings.” He took a seat beside the nervous stallion and leaned in close. “So, you know the rules?”

The stallion was visibly shaking from the near contact. “U-um, I get one night with a partner of my choice doing anything I want from dates to sex.” Flash brushed a wing along his withers. 8-bit immediately crossed his legs. “A-and we don’t do anything you, or I don’t want to do.”

“For safety of course.” 8-bit nodded his assent. “Are you okay with Mulberry as our safe word?” Another nod of consent. “Good, so you wanted an affectionate partner?”

8-bit pointedly looked away from Flash. “Y-yeah, somepony to be really intimate with, and be… positive with.” He squeaked out the last words. “Sorry, that’s probably really lame for you.”

“No, it’s one of my favourite things actually. I’ve had weirder requests in the past.”

“Like what?” He waved his wings quickly. “I-I mean only if you want to talk about it.”

Flash leaned closer until their withers touched. 8-bit stiffened. “Hey, no worries. I don’t mind talking about it.” He felt 8-bit relax again. “I’ve done roleplays before.” Chivalrous Spirit had enjoyed his time as the princess to Flash’s knight. “Another ended up tiring me out with how long he went.” Long Lumber had proven to live up both to his name and reputation of lasting for hours. “I’ve had times where I didn’t even end up having sex.”

“You didn’t?” 8-bit asked incredulously. He flinched and looked downcast again. “I-I mean I suppose it’s not like everyone wants just sex. What did they want instead?”

“A simple date about town. Shopping, dining, and the like. Some ponies just want a stallion to take them around town and treat them like they're the most important pony in the world.”

“That sounds really nice actually.” 8-bit fidgetted in place. “Sorry, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Flash tilted his head. “What do you mean? I’m having a fine time.”

“I mean, you don’t-” Flash felt 8-bit’s fur stand on end. His wings unfurl in agitation. “I’m sure you’ve slept with better looking ponies than me and I know I’m probably below your usual standard. I don’t want to sleep with you if you’re not even going to enjoy it.” He scowled. “It would just make me feel more like a loser and that’s the last thing I want.”

Flash suppressed a frown. “Why would you think you’re a loser?”

“I’m just average,” 8-bit spat. “I don’t fly well, I don’t have any cool skills, there’s just nothing extraordinary about me. Just another pony in the crowd.”

He cupped 8-bit’s face with a wing and brought it up to be level with his own face. “I don’t think you are.” A stern glare stopped the immediate protests that had sprung from 8-bit. “You have an attractive ash coloured coat with a rad mohawk, a sick looking Cutie Mark, and a pair of frankly gorgeous purple eyes.” His grin turned rakish. “And I don’t know what’s average about that pair of flanks you have there, but I haven’t stopped thinking about them since I sat down.”

8-bit turned a deeper shade of red as he failed to come up with any words in response. Flash smiled warmly, finding his flustered demeanor cute.

A server dropped a tray with two tall glasses of a bright red concoction on a nearby table. They sat ignored.

“You want your drink, Bits?”

“I want you,” 8-bit replied.

Flash’s grin turned sleazy. “That can be arranged.”

In short order, Flash had arranged for a backroom using his club connections, shuffled both him and 8 bit through a winding series of corridors and into a simple bedroom with a bed, sheets and night stand.

Before 8-bit could step forward, Flash held up a wing to stop him. He then did a thorough inspection, top to bottom, checking for signs of unknown fluids or bugs that might have snuck into the bed seams or dark corners of the room.

Satisfied that the room was up to par, Flash shucked his jacket onto the floor and looked over his withers at 8-bit who was staring at his back with a flustered expression on his face.

Flash grinned. “Like what you see?” 8-bit stiffened. “Relax, I’m not going to bite.” He tilted his head. “Unless that’s what you want.” He was rewarded with another flash of red on the other stallion’s face. He chuckled. “Now, come on over. I’ve seen you checking me out, now’s your chance to touch.”

With tentative steps, 8-bit approached Flash as one would a wild animal, fearful of an oncoming bite at the slightest provocation. Once in reach, 8-bit laid a hoof along his back feeling the hard muscle underneath.

“Y-you seem to work out a lot,” 8-bit stuttered out, “Since you seem...” an audible gulp. “Big.”

Flash flexed causing his muscles to bunch. He noticed 8-bit’s cock underneath smack up against the underside of his belly. Respectable length, hefty girth for a pegasus, more than up to Flash’s standards.

8-bit’s explorations soon turned downwards as he moved his hooves from his back to his flanks rubbing Flash’s Cutie Marks in a gentle circular motion. He gave a guttural moan as his cock began to slide from its sheath. It was his sensitive spot, and, from the rather horny snort 8-bit just released, his moans were getting the other pegasus well into the mood.

“I can’t help my size between a long history of athletics and being in the guard, then keeping up with the guard,” Flash explained. “I wasn’t going to let Captain Armour have one over me in the muscle department.”

“So it’s l-like a competition between the two of you?”

“Something like that. Now, I have a proposal for you.”

“W-what’s that?”

Flash flopped backwards onto the bed up against the pillows and took in the scent of cleaner that wafted from the sheets. His half-mast cock was drooped over his ample ball sack as he looked back at 8-bit.

“I’m going to teach you how to top.” The smaller pegasus looked mortified. “Hey now, don’t give that look. It will be fun for you, and especially fun for me. Now, come here, Bits.”

With hesitation in his movements, 8-bit climbed onto the bed. Flash restrained himself from pulling the skittish stallion to himself and instead gave a comforting grin.

After a moment, he was rewarded by his partner for the evening placing his forehooves on either side of Flash’s meaty cock.

“Good job, stud. Now, let’s get you ready to take me.”

“How do I do that?” Flash puckered his lips with a pop. “O-oh, like that.” With apprehension colouring his actions, he lightly brushed his lips on Flash’s.

8-bit started lightly before desire overcame his nervousness and he started to kiss deeper and deeper. Flash let him take the lead and when he felt the tip of his partner’s tongue, he allowed entry.

Shortly, 8-bit was plastered to Flash’s body as he continued to kiss him harder and faster. Gasps of breath interspersing deep dives into Flash’s mouth. As their bodies meshed together, their size difference became more apparent as Flash hugged the smaller stallion’s body with his forelegs.

Inevitably, both Flash’s and 8-bits cocks slid fully from their sheaths and met at the point just below Flash’s muscular chest. In the midst of his lustful haze, 8-bit looked down then pulled back from Flash with wide eyes.

“Sweet Luna’s marked arse, look at the size of that thing.” Flash fought back a chuckle poorly which 8-bit took notice of. “Don’t laugh! Look at this thing. What is that, seven inches?” Flash held up two primary feathers in a peace sign. “Nine?! T-that’s- that’s-” a trail of drool dripped from the corner of his mouth as he stared in wonder at the beast Flash had attached to his body.

“Hey, now, don’t worry about my cock right now. How about we focus on the hot stuff right here.” Flash rubbed the tip of 8-bit’s girthy cock with a wing who moaned in response. “I think it’s perfect for stuffing right in my ass.”

“B-but it’s not-”

“It’s fine,” Flash interrupted. “Look, size isn’t everything, and as much as you might think having a near one foot snake in the undercarriage is fun, it’s caused me more trouble than you think.” He internally winced at the multiple occasions of being too big for his partners and the numerous spectacles he’d caused when he’d gotten hard at the wrong time. “You’re a perfect, respectable size. Now, flip around. Let’s get us both lubed up.”

8-bit hesitantly switched his orientation to have his cock closer to Flash’s face and his head nestled at the base of Flash’s cock. Flash began to suck on 8-bit’s dick who, taking his lead from Flash, began licking at Flash’s ponut.

For a few moments, the only sounds from either of them were the lapping of two tongues and moans of pleasure. Once thoroughly lubed up, both pulled back and 8-bit turned himself around to face Flash.

“Now what?” 8-bit asked.

“We ease you in,” Flash said in a soothing voice. “Follow my instructions. First, line up your cock with my hole.” 8-bit, with some adjustment due to their size difference, managed to line his cock up with the entrance. He poked it lightly with his tip. Flash released a horny moan. “Yeah, just like that, Bits. Now rub my flanks and, when you feel some give, push it in.”

With confidence born from clear instruction, 8-bit began rubbing Flash’s Marks once more and, when he felt his entrance loosen, he pushed in.

Flash stiffened and cried out, “Buck!”

8-bit froze in place. “Oh buck, oh buck, oh buck, Flash are you-” Then stopped when he saw Flash’s tongue loll out and cried out a pleasurable moan.

“Nah, nah, you’re good, just-” another moan, “Haven’t had a good cock in me in forever. Now, uh, buck, what was- right, bucking.” Flash waved a wing in a vague thrusting motion. “Ease it in nice and slow as you keep rubbing. Also, more of that kissing. You taste good.”

“A-are you drunk?” 8-bit asked somewhat flustered by Flash’s change in mood.

“No, just really horny, which might be worse. You’re doing amazing, just keep going.”

Easing his cock in slowly every time he felt Flash loosen up, 8-bit slowly shoved in inch after inch. As he did, he felt his confidence soar from every horny moan, whimper and pant from his partner who had since half lidded their eyes and were squirming in apparent ecstasy halted only by the occasion heated lip lock.

After a blissful few minutes, 8-bit’s medial ring popped inside shortly followed by him hilting to the base, his balls slapping up against Flash’s.

A guttural moan escaped from Flash. “Buck, that’s amazing. You’re amazing. You feel amazing.”

“Y-you have to be faking it,” 8-bit said. “I can’t be that-”

“I’d be faking it if I was completely silent.” He cupped the side of 8-bit’s face with his hoof. “Trust me, you are being a total stud right now and I am thoroughly enjoying having you stuffed in my hole. Now, time for you to thrust.”

“O-okay.”

“Now, follow along with me, pull back to just before your tip.” 8-bit obliged and Flash held back his needy whimpers by biting his lower lip. He knew it would be fixed shortly anyways. “And then plow forward. Hard.” 8-bit braced his forehooves against the mattress, clenched his flanks, then bounded forward. Flash cried out. “Buck, yeah. Bucking perfect.” Flash forced himself to go to a more even tone. “R-right, so — buck — do that, over and over again. Keep the rhythm steady and—”

He was cut off by 8-bit’s follow up thrust. “Like that?” Flash nodded as his tongue lolled outside of his mouth. “I’m going to keep going. That’s okay, right?” Flash nodded with a wide grin. “Okay, then I’m going to pound you so hard you’ll...” 8-bit bit his lip before shouting, “cum like a rocket!”

“Hot,” Flash answered simply. “Get to it, stud.”

Obliging his request, 8-bit pulled back to start up again. He floundered in the beginning trying to hit the right frequency, but soon got into a steady pace. Pull, thrust. Pull, thrust. Over and over again to the chorus of Flash’s cries of pleasure as his brain exploded in euphoric bliss.

Soon enough, both stallions felt the engorging of their flares, Flash more so with 8-bit lodged inside him, and both knew the inevitable was coming.

“I-I’m gonna-”

Flash pulled him into a deep kiss, both moaning into their mouths, as cum surged through their shafts and exploded from their tips. It was volcanic in its eruption, several ropes of 8-bit’s spunk spurting off into Flash’s yearning hole and Flash coating his upper chest in a flood of white.

Flash flopped back onto the mattress pulling 8-bit into his chest. “So, did that live up to your expectations?”

8-bit nestled into Flash’s chest fluff with a content smile. “Yeah, this was exactly what I needed.” Flash hummed contentedly. It was somewhere deep in his chest and comforting to 8-bit’s ears. “C-could you just hold me before we clean up?”

Without another word, Flash wrapped his wings tightly around 8-bit. He felt sheltered in the bigger stallion’s hold and allowed a contented smile to overtake his face.

Spent and satisfied, both stallions allowed sleep to overtake them and happy thoughts to whisk them off to dreamland.