EggnogView OnlineTwelve Days of BuckmasEggnog“Oh, Flash, your tongue is— oh, OH!” White Lace, a unicorn mare, moaned as Flash Sentry found himself coated in another layer of marecum as it erupted from her overspent vagina. “That felt amazing.” Flash flicked a strand of cum out of his eye with a wing. “Glad to hear, Lacey. Ready for the next round?” White Lace gasped. “No, I couldn’t possibly last another— Oh!” Flash lapped his tongue at her dangling left teet causing a twinge of pleasure to race through her body. He nibbled lightly on the nip with a teasing grin on his face. “How do you know how to work me — umf — so well?” “Practice,” Flash said as he laid his head back on the tiled floor of the laundry room. “That and of course you casting Lovely’s Unlimited Orgasms spell.” He rubbed both of White’s Marks — a ribbon of white lace in a spiral pattern — with his wings. She moaned in response. “I would say I’m surprised you know that spell, but you are a personal maid to the Princess of Love.” “Cadance does love to teach her mares a few tricks in the bedroom.” She looked down at Flash from her position above him with her front hooves braced on top of an ironing board with a lust filled expression. “You know, if you want, you can take some time for yourself before we continue. I don’t think you’ve touched yourself once since we started.” Flash’s rigid member twitched at the notice. “I assure you once more that I’m fine.” He lightly kissed her just above her breasts which caused another moan to escape her lips. “You asked me not to and I agreed to it.” “I just never expected a stallion to agree to withhold their own pleasure to solely focus on me.” Her face flushed. “I meant it as a joke, but I confess that seeing you so pent up is really working for me.” Flash gave a lecherous smile. “I admit that most would refuse, but I’ve always preferred catering to my partner. Besides, causing a mare to cum for me five times without even needing to use my dick is doing wonders for my ego.” “As if you needed any more of a boost.” “I did not. If there is one thing I have going for me, it's unwavering confidence. Now, we were about to start round… six was it?” “What is going on?” Both ponies turned to the open door to find Princess Cadance standing in the open frame dressed in a red hat and matching striped stockings with her mane done up in tight curls. She took in the scene of her cream coloured maid wearing black garter stockings, her pitch black mane done up in waves. Her front hooves were braced on an ironing board with her nether regions shoved into the face of Flash Sentry whose large frame and wide withers were pinned on either side by White’s strong back hooves. A cursory glance showed piles of washed linens folded neatly on tables. Lavender overpowered her senses which covered up the faint hint of sex wafting from the marecum layered on Flash’s upper body. “Clever,” Cadance said. “You have all the machines running to cover up the sound of your sex.” She caressed Flash’s rigid member with the tip of her primaries causing him to suck in a sharp breath. “So, what have we been up to in here, stud?” White’s eyes widened in panic. “P-princess! I’m sorry. It was my idea. He was just-” Cadence raised a wing, cutting off her protests. “I was asking Mr. Breeder down here, not you, White.” “She was feeling pent up and lonely, so she proposed this when I spoke with her earlier. Since I was off shift starting this week and am not the type to leave a pony hanging, I agreed.” He gave the Princess a rakish grin. “You wouldn’t expect me to pass on providing comfort to a fellow pony would you? Especially one as sweet as your own personal maid.” “I wouldn’t expect you to, Flash, but I am severely disappointed in you.” She strutted past Flash to White Lace, her hips swaying after her. “Oh?” Flash tracked the movement with his eyes. “What have I done wrong then, Heart Butt?” “You’ve been neglecting this lovely one’s emotional needs.” She brushed White’s lips lightly with a touch of her feathers. “How could you do that to this poor thing?” Flash smirked. “Based on the evidence crusted onto my face, I’m fairly certain she preferred me to be down here.” “Always the same with you. Focusing on the sexual bliss and missing the romance.” Cadance shook her head and tsked. “Now, my dear maid, would it be alright for me to address this most grievous slight against you?” White Lace bit her lip and nodded her head. “Y-yes, Princess. I would love that.” The Princess smiled warmly as she brushed away White’s waterfall of mane to reveal her emerald eyes. She started with a few light pecks on the lips. As White reciprocated, their kiss turned heated and they were locked together. White needy, Cadence sensual and slow. Taking that as a cue to continue, Flash began rubbing White’s flanks once again. In response, she moaned into Cadance. Once he felt her loosen up further, Flash nibbled and sucked at her breasts, gently fondling them with a hoof as he continued rubbing her flanks. White’s face became flushed and her breaths hitched as sensual pleasure assailed her lust hazed mind. Cadance pulled back. “I seem to have spoken too soon. You appear to be handling my maid quite well.” She gave a wide grin that Flash knew as the ‘I have a favour to ask’ smile. “What is your week looking like, Flash?” “No,” he said as he let his head drop to the floor. Cadence pouted. “Oh, come on, you haven’t even heard what I was going to say.” She brushed White’s face lightly with a hoof who nuzzled into the contact. “It’ll be fun!” “The last time you convinced me to do something ‘fun’,” Flash said mockingly in a high effeminate voice, “I ended up as the headline stripper for your coltfriend’s birthday and had to explain what a sex worker was to him.” Cadance blew a dismissive raspberry. “It was fine, and honestly Shiny could stand to learn more when it comes to sex.” “Because he’s a prude?” “Because he’s inexperienced,” Cadance said with the exasperation of someone who had had this argument before. “We both know that’s not true. Also, sorry, Lacey. I don’t mean to be neglecting you. Let me fix that.” He began to massage her tits with his hooves and was rewarded with light moaning. He turned back to Cadance. “Shining is more repressed than a joke can of snakes.” “I prefer to compare him to a jack in the box. Ready to pop at any time.” “So, anywhere from random to never.” Flash sighed. “Look, Cady. I love Shining as a friend, I do, but that one is a lost cause. He just doesn’t get it like you and I do. I don’t even think he can or wants to.” “He just needs more time,” Cadence answered confidently. Flash looked unconvinced. “Then I wish you the best of luck, but I’m skeptical of your success.” “I’ll thank you for the support despite the rather pessimistic tone. Now, about that proposal.” Flash glared at her. “Look, would you be willing to at least hear me out? It’s about helping ponies embrace their sexual side,” Cadance sang. Flash gave her a deadpan look. “I see you still know how to pique my interest.” He sighed in exasperation. “Fine, you have until I finish eating out Lacey to sell me on it.” Wasting no more time, Flash pressed his nose into White’s vagina and gently lapped at her clitoris with a flick of his broad tongue. “I-I’ll — Ah! — try to hold out as long as I can, Princess.” “Just do what you are able to, my dear.” Cadance gave her another tender kiss. “Before we get into the proposal, what rough percentage of Canterlot ponies do you think feel lonely over the Hearth’s Warming season?” Flash paused in his tongue work. “Ten percent? I can’t imagine it being too high.” He continued his work, eliciting another moan of pleasure from White. “Over fifty percent.” Flash’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “This includes ponies in committed relationships as the holidays tend to cause cracks to form in even the most solid marriages. As the Princess of Love, I find this simply unacceptable.” She smirked. “So, I decided to do something about it.” “And what was that something?” Flash asked before he dived deeper into White’s depths. “The — sweet, sun cakes! — Buck Elves,” White Lace cried out. “Right, Princess?” Cadance gave her a peck on the cheek. “Correct, White.” She giggled at the compliment. “Now, the short version is that ponies put in requests and, in return, I send a volunteer Buck Elf to fulfill their request based on their noted preferences and wants. You’re actually fulfilling White’s request that I was planning to do myself.” She gave White a coy grin. “Milked for all your worth is how you phrased it. Right, Lacey dear?” White hid behind the wave of her mane. “T-that’s correct, Princess. I — umf — had requested — Ah! — for a pony to — oh merciful moon craters!” Flash pulled back as White released an expulsion of clear fluid across his face. “There’s the release.” He fell back with a peeved expression directed at Cadance. “Alright, fine. You have my attention. So, I accidentally pleasured one of your assignments?” The Princess nodded. “Sorry about that, but should you really be taking on any of these requests personally? Even if we remove the fact that I know that would step on Shining’s limits, I would think one of your volunteers should be handling this.” “They should be, but, despite limiting requests to only the Canterlot area, we still have more requests than volunteers.” She gave White Lace a kiss. “Apologies, White, but could you give us some privacy?” “O-of course, Princess.” She eased herself to the ground on shaking legs, and made her way to the door, dripping cum as she went. She turned back to give a low curtsy. “Thank you very much, Flash. That felt positively divine.” Flash gave a warm smile. “Anytime, Lacey. Make sure you clean up properly.” She giggled behind a hoof with a bemused expression on her face. “I’ll make sure to be thorough.” With that White Lace made her exit. Cadence trotted around to stand looming over Flash with his cock on full display. He panted in exhaustion, his chest heaving with the effort, his tongue lolling about and his body covered in layers of marecum. “You know from this angle, someone couldn’t even tell you’re actually bigger than my coltfriend.” She furrowed her brow in thought. “Well, in most ways.” “I’m aware of Shining’s behemoth of a cock, and, as much as I enjoy you looming over me, I’m not sure he would appreciate this. Also, I was pretty sure we were discussing a favour you wanted to ask me?” An unreadable expression crossed Cadance’s face before it was replaced by her usual easygoing smile. “I promise that he doesn’t mind at all. Far from it.” Flash raised an eyebrow. “We had a discussion recently and came to an understanding.” Flash grunted. “As long as I’m not cheating on one of my best friends.” “Me or him?” “Yes,” he replied, “now, we were discussing your volunteer shortage?” “Well, it turns out, I greatly underestimated the difficulty of finding ponies that reach my standards.” She waved a wing. “Getting a pony willing to cater to a wide range of taste, and trust enough to handle this professionally has proven difficult. Stallions in particular have proven to be a bigger problem as they tend to fall short of expectations on sex education.” “Stick in hole for pleasure?” Flash grinned. Cadence massaged her temples as she groaned. “Yes, the annoyingly prevalent mentality of most applicants. I swear it’s like none of these dunces have heard of foreplay.” “As somepony who gallops in all pens, I definitely know how widespread that train of thought is.” He snorted. “So, let me guess, you want me to be a Buck Elf?” “Yes. White Lace was one of the twelve remaining ponies on my list that haven’t had anyone assigned to them. I knew White so I figured I could handle that one myself. The others, however, had asked for a stallion, which I sadly am not.” She sighed. “I’m also running out of time as all the remaining appointments are this week.” “So, you figured your studly best friend could fill in for you instead?” Flash teased. Cadance rolled her eyes. “You missed being narcissistic,but yes. We’re similar in our mentalities when it comes to sex and, frankly, I trust you more than anyone else I know.” Flash scrunched up his face in thought. “Hm, I don’t know, seems like a lot of work for me, especially on my vacation.” “Well, I could always coerce you into it,” she said teasingly. “When was the last time we were alone together? Four months? Five?” Flash bit his lip. “Six. It was after that rock concert and just before you made it official with Shield Butt.” “We woke up in the branches of a tree in the nearest park with you draped over me and the breath of a hydra.” She gave a lecherous grin. “Knowing that Shining is okay with this, could I perhaps convince you to volunteer for me. Tit for tat?” Flash snorted. “You can try.” “I’ll do more than try.” She rubbed the spot between his scrotum and thigh causing him to release a needy moan, his dick leaking precum from the simple contact. “Still as sensitive as ever I see.” “Leave it to you to remember all my weak spots.” He groaned. Cadence kneeled before Flash and flicked the top of his flare. A rope of precum squirted the side of her face as she flashed him a predatory grin and Flash cried out. Starting from the base, she licked slowly along as his shaft slurping up the dripping line of pre. She teased his flare with her tongue causing Flash to squirm and buck in pleasure. Needy whimpers and moans emanated from his mouth as he fought back the rising tension in his loins. “Having been with Shining recently, I can definitely say you’re girthier than him. Thick all around, which pretty much matches your body type.” “I have spent a long time building this, so I would- Buck!” Flash shouted as Cadance swallowed the first third of his cock. Slowly Cadance swallowed more and more of Flash’s cock into her mouth. He felt his willpower crumble from the menastrations of her mouth as pleasure radiated through him. His final defenses broke as she passed his medial ring and he felt the familiar clench of his balls. “BUCK!” Flash cried out as cum surged up the length of his shaft. An explosion of jizz burst from his tip and was promptly guzzled down by the Princess of Love. Once Flash was nothing more than an exhausted puddle of a stallion on the floor, she finally released his drooping cock with a pop and a lick around her cum stained lips. “How about now?” Cadance asked with a teasing grin. “Y-you’ll have to do more than that to get this stud to agree to being your rent-a-stallion,” Flash panted. Cadance sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine, I was hoping to hold onto this for another time, but… I’ll give you that thing you requested of me jokingly at the bar several months back.” Flash perked up, his ears standing straight and tail wagging. “You mean… ?” Cadance nodded. Flash grinned wide. “Then you got yourself a Buck Elf, Princess.”
SnowballView OnlineTwelve Days of BuckmasSnowball“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.
Cranberry SauceView OnlineTwelve Days of BuckmasCranberry SauceFlash ran a wing through his groomed mane as he checked himself before the mirror situated at the front of the restaurant. He was dressed in a dark blue tux with a lightning patterned tie, and thunderbolt shaped earrings in his ears. All a necessity for the place he would be dining at that evening. The Gourmand Valentine; a high end bistro on the well-to-do side of Canterlot — the area the nobles affectionately called the high seat with how well it could be used to look down on the peasantry — with private rooms for couples to enjoy both food and company. Decorations evoked bourgeois aesthetic with silken curtains of deep reds and blues accenting blooms of ivy crawling along the white marble walls of the exterior. There was a rumour that the restaurant is a refurbishment of an old private bath house for Princess Celestia some hundreds of years ago. Of course, only she would know the truth anymore. He could ask her, but she would probably be coy about it like she usually is. “Reservation?” A nasally voice asked him. Focusing on the source of the voice, he looked over the finely dressed unicorn stallion, groomed to perfection with the look of a pony that loved to tell others ‘no’. “It’s under Twinkleshine,” Flash said. The pony used his horn to flip through unseen pages without breaking eye contact with him. Flash already had an inkling of what the server thought of him, and it was certainly nothing pleasant. Glancing downwards momentarily, the pony sniffed and looked back at him with a begrudging amount of respect granted only by the enforced rules of customer service. Flash could visibly see the disappointment in the server’s eye over being unable to chase him off. “Honoured, sir,” the server said in a pretentious voice. It had the same cadence as the nobility, but lacked the refinement of the accent. “Truly, we are blessed to be treated to the company of Princess Cadance’s personal bodyguard.” “Now, now, I’m not that special,” Flash answered with a wide smile that showed his teeth. “I only assist the Princess in all of her diplomatic matters, personally protect her wellbeing, command her personal guard, and act as her liaison in most domestic affairs.” The server held his nose high with a glare on his face recognizing the slight for what it was. “Follow me, sir,” he spat out the last word. With no further word given, the server turned in place and set off into the restaurant. Used to the abruptness and brisk trot of the Princess, Flash easily kept pace with the surprisingly speedy pony. After several twists and turns through expensively decorated corridors, they arrived before a blue painted door framed by two purple curtains with a heart carved into the wood. Stopping in place, the stallion turned on their hoof to face Flash directly. “Your room for the evening. If you require a waiter to attend to you, ring the bell on the table, otherwise we will attend to you on our time.” The server gave a self satisfied smirk. “Wow, I think you hit basically every wannabe noble stereotype there is. I’m almost impressed with how perfectly you fit it.” The stallion stiffened. “Riffraff such as yourself couldn’t possibly understand the climb. This is how you act to live the ideals of the modern noble.” “Okay, the riff raff moniker only really worked before I was the personal guard of Cadance as I guarantee I make more money than you could think of and am way past any of my days as a street rat.” He let the malice slip into his tone as he thought about all the other climbers that swarmed Cadance, wanting her to elevate their status for them. “And if this is what you think the modern noble is like, then you have as a likely a chance of becoming one as Cadance does becoming celibate.” “I— You— Hmph!” The pony trotted away with a whip of his head, fuming. Having said his piece, Flash let the conversation drain out of him, donned a killer smile, and trotted into the room. It was as opulent inside as it was outside with velvet curtains adorning the walls, a single ornate wood table covered by a silk tablecloth centered in the room with two matching plush cushions, and a small crystal chandelier hanging overhead. A basket of breadsticks was situated on the table alongside a handle bell and two menus. The breadsticks were causing the room to take on the strong scent of cinnamon and caused his mouth to water. More important than his hunger was the unicorn mare seated on the leftmost cushion. She had noticed his entrance and immediately busied herself by munching on a breadstick. He sat his rump in the seat across from her. “Twinkleshine?” She nodded. “Flash Sentry, your Buck Elf for the evening.” She nearly choked on the breadstick. “B-Buck Elf? You really introduce yourselves as that?” “We do, as per our agreement with Princess Cadance. She insists on it.” He admired her doe-like aqua green eyes. They were a brilliant shade and he found genuine delight in how expressive they were. “So, Twinkle, have you been waiting long?” She shook her head causing her curled pink mane to flounce to and fro. “No, just long enough for the breadsticks to arrive.” She flinched as she looked at him, a blush tinging her cheeks red, before she grabbed a menu and hid behind it. “S-so, what would you like to order?” Flash grabbed the second menu in a wing and scanned over the surprisingly diverse list of items. “The spanish garlic mushrooms sound good. Haven’t had those since Cadance dragged me to Mazein.” He glanced upwards and smirked as he noticed Twinkleshine dart back behind her menu. “What were you thinking of?” “The pepper soup sounds appealing, especially since I do enjoy spicier food.” She dropped the menu before her and hid behind her mane. “W-would you care for some wine?” “No, thank you.” Twinkleshine hung her head, crestfallen. “It’s nothing to do with you or the location, I just prefer to be alert during my meet-ups to make sure my partner for the evening can consent.” He smiled warmly. “I like to make sure I’m never someone’s bad experience.” “P-partner, huh? That… that sounds nice.” She smiled before a frown took over her expression and she fidgeted uncomfortably in place. “You know that I’m—” She gulped. “—a trans mare?” “So, you identify as a mare and prefer to be known as such?” “Yes,” Twinkleshine answered quietly. “Good enough for me.” Flash closed the menu and put it to one side. “That’s it?” She asked, surprised. Flash shrugged. “Sure, not like I’ve ever really cared what I’m working with before.” He gave a beaming grin. “Besides you seem really nice, and I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better, however that may be.” She smiled and Flash thought she looked radiant as she did. “So, how do you want to do this?” Flash asked. “Just a nice date between two ponies. Some conversation over good food then leave on good terms?” Twinkleshine looked thoughtful for a moment. “Well, I would prefer you treat me as any other pony you would go on a date with, so how would you do this normally?” “Presuming I have full consent…?” Twinkleshine nodded. “I would start things off pretty heated.” “Like?” Twinkleshine asked with an innocent tilt of her head. He smirked as he caressed her inner thigh with the primaries of his left wing. She sucked in a breath in surprise, and Flash took the moment to add more pressure. He massaged the area slowly and sensually. “This,” he said, “I’m not much for circling the issue. If I’m attracted, I’m attracted. I prefer to skip straight to the intimate parts.” “That’s — oh! — very forward of you. Do you do this—” she gasped as Flash started rubbing her flanks with his free wing “—everytime?” “I’d say some charming quip about how I do this only for the ones I like, but we wouldn’t even be having this date if I didn’t like you in some capacity.” “I enjoy the honesty, now — ah!” she called out as he groped her playfully “—do you mind if I take the lead for a bit?” “Of course, feel free. It is your date.” “Then if you could pause for a moment, please?” Flash stopped and folded his wings at his side. Twinkleshine then rang the bell with a pulse of her magic. “Now, make sure you get our orders right and, whatever you do, don’t give up the game.” She winked and ducked under the table. Flash furrowed his brow. “What do you—” The door opened and a stallion dressed in a standard server’s uniform. He was significantly more welcoming in his demeanor than the previous. “Hello, sir. What can I get for you?” He scanned the room then looked back at Flash with a confused expression. “Was there not also a young mare in here with you?” “Yes, she went to the bathroom,” Flash lied following Twinkleshine’s request. He took a moment to recall her order from their earlier conversation. “So, I’ll have— umf!” “Sir?” The server asked. Biting down on his lip hard, Flash felt Twinkleshine lick the flare of his cock. Immediately he felt his dick unsheathe. He heard a coo of appreciation from Twinkleshine from under the table. “S-sorry, I will have the — ah! — bean casserole, I-I mean Spanish Garlic Mushrooms!” He shivered in delight as Twinkleshine took in his thickening cockhead and began to lightly suck. His shaft began to thicken and grow in earnest to the new sensations brought forth by her tongue. “Excellent choice, Sir,” the server answered with a smile. “And for the lady?” “S-she will have the—” he bit back a horny moan as she gulped down the first inch of his rigid cock “—uh, ravioli! Ah!” she bit his shaft lightly with her teeth. “I-I mean the, uh, pepper soup!” “Good, good, any sides? Appetizers?” The server grinned lecherously. “Condoms for the gentlecolt?” “W-what?” Flash said flustered. “I don’t—” his face flushed as he connected the dots. “You’re in on this aren’t you?” “We at the bistro cater to certain clientele who wish you to partake of meals and certain desserts.” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “You would not be the first stallion I’ve walked in on getting blown under the table, though,” he glanced at what of Flash’s shaft that showed, admiring the girth and light blue fluff around the base, “you are definitely on the higher end of what we usually cater to.” Uncaring now that he knew the rules in place, he moaned in pleasure as Twinkleshine licked along the length of his shaft, taking extra care to hit every sensitive point along his cock. “Compliment appreciated,” he panted out. The server gave a friendly grin. “You are most welcome, and the food shall be here shortly. Just remember, if you need anything, ring the bell.” His grin took a more lecherous turn. “And I do mean anything.” With their orders taken, the server then left the room, closing the door softly behind him. Twinkleshine poked her head out from under the tablecloth, climbed up Flash and draped her forelegs over Flash’s withers, a cocksure grin spread on her face. “I told you not to give up the game.” She giggled and bopped him on the nose. “You barely held on past the first order.” “Sompony didn’t give me any warning, and, Twinks, I don’t know what stallion could possibly hold it together after being serviced like that.” He rubbed Twinkleshine’s back with his wings, earning an appreciative hum. “Now, what are you doing up here? You seemed pretty intent with my cock not a minute ago.” “W-well, I was admiring the view from below and I, um—” her face flushed as her mane fell over to hide her eyes from view. She gulped. “Well, I guess I was just wondering if you wanted to… kiss?” Brushing her mane away, he cupped her face with a hoof and leaned forward, inching closer to her lips. He stopped just short allowing her to give silent consent. After a moment’s hesitation, she closed the space between them and locked lips with him. They delved into each other, willingly trapped in a passionate moment of their making. Enraptured in the heat of the moment, Flash took time to begin exploration of her body with a roving hoof, but stopped he felt her tense in place. He broke off. “Do you need me to stop?” He asked gently. She took a deep steadying breath. “I want you to keep going, but…” she bit her lip nervously, “my body isn’t fully… it’s not… it’s not all me yet and I don’t want you to find something…” she shrunk within herself, “I just want you to see me how I want to be seen.” Flash lightly kissed her on the lips. “I already see you as a mare and anything I may find doesn’t change that, but I won’t go where you don’t want me to.” She froze in indecision for a moment before kissing Flash on the lips again. “Go where you want, but if I say no—” “I stop immediately.” He kissed her back. “Just make sure to tell me. Keep me in the loop. I’ll never be mad if you interrupt me because you’re uncomfortable.” “Okay, Flash. You can keep going.” They returned to their locked embrace as Flash took the time to explore the curves of her body with his hooves. Twinkleshine was lean, heftier in the rear with hard muscle underneath a soft layer of fat. His cock voiced his approval and preference. A guttural groan left his mouth as he groped and massaged her thick flanks, enjoying the size and feel of them. Moving upwards, his hooves approached her groin. He stayed his course when he felt her tense once more under him. He waited patiently until she moved his hoof the rest of its course thus granting him permission to roam. Finally at his destination, he felt along the shaft of her dick. It wasn’t long, not even halfway up his own, nor was it girthy, but it was softer to the touch unlike the hard ridges of his own. He stroked it gently up and down causing Twinkleshine to groan into his mouth in pleasure. Carefully keeping note of her reactions, he pressed her cock against his. Grasping both in a wing, he pumped them together. Her breath hitched as she pulled away looking at him with half lidded eyes, a strand of mane falling over her face. He tucked it behind her ear as she pouted at him. “What?” Flash said with a teasing grin as he enjoyed the pleasurable sensation of her cock riding along his own. “It’s not fair,” Twinkleshine said petulantly. “How can you possibly — umf — be this perfect?” Flash released a harsh bark of laughter. “I hardly think I’m perfect.” He laughed against her glare. “No, really. I’ve made a ton of mistakes before, and if I’m being honest I have my own naughty secrets.” “Like what?” Twinkleshine asked with genuine curiosity. He smiled bitterly. “I have a massive crush on my best friend’s fiance.” He sighed helplessly. “My seemingly very straight best friend’s fiance.” She winced. “Oof, I’m sorry, Flash. That must suck.” He shrugged. “Feelings are feelings. Nothing wrong with having them, just wrong to act on them in this case.” He nuzzled her neck with his snout. “Now, I’d rather talk about you some more. Are you enjoying this?” “I am.” She bit her lip. “Are you feeling… ready to cum?” He grinned as he kissed the crook of her neck. “Any time, but as an aside, if you don’t mind I love a loud mare. Especially an encouraging one.” “Oh, well in that case…” She smiled teasingly as she brought his surprised face up to hers with a guiding hoof. “Get to work, stud.” Flash grinned as he pumped both their cocks together in earnest causing both of them to pant heavily from the pleasure racing through them. “Yes, yes! Just like that, stud.” Twinkleshine said perkily. Flash snorted and felt his balls clench in response. “Buck, yes! Yes!” She gyrated her hips, increasing the friction and driving them to higher heights of pleasure. “Keep going — oh! — yes! It feels amazing! Come on, Flash. Cum for me, stud. You can— ah! AH!” Flash snorted, releasing a cloud of hot air as cum surged up his shaft. He cried out alongside Twinkleshine at a fevered pitch as he exploded across both their chest, coating them in thick white cream. As he petered off, he fell backwards from his cushion with Twinkleshine clutched close to his chest. She got up on shaky hooves, looking down on him with a teasing smirk. Before he could ask what she was thinking, she ducked down and licked a dollop of his cum off his chest. She showed off the cum on her tongue before swallowing the entire creamy substance into her mouth. Flash felt a twitch in his cock despite how spent he felt. “Buck, that was hot,” he whispered. “Glad you thought so, now, important question, stud,” she asked with a mischievous grin, “what’s your refractory period?” “Fast,” he answered immediately. He bit his lip. “I don’t suppose you would be willing to have some fun with your back door?” “I’m sure we can—” “I see you already had dessert, but hopefully you have enough room for your actual dinner?” Both turned to see the server wearing a bemused smirk on his face with their entrees on a silver platter. A glance downward showed that he was rock hard and dripping precum onto the floor. He was sizable with plump balls. Flash looked at Twinkleshine with a quirked eyebrow in question. Twinkleshine tilted her head to one side, unsure of what Flash was asking, then smiled knowingly as she connected the dots. She turned to the server. “Now, I was a bit busy at the time, but I overheard earlier that you would do anything, right?” “I did,” the server answered. “What do you think about stuffed peppers for a second course?” She asked with an impish grin. “You stuff this stud’s mouth while he stuffs mine?” She turned to Flash. “If you’re okay with that?” “With him?” Flash grinned. “Anytime.” She turned back to the server. “Does that sound good to you?” The server smiled widely. “I was hoping you would say that, sir and madam.”
Stocking StufferView OnlineTwelve Days of BuckmasStocking StufferFlash trotted through Saddle Row, his hooves scrunching on newly fallen snow. Though the neon lights of the bustling nightlife were turned off, and most establishments were closed until night once more arrived, there was still a trickle of ponies along the thoroughfare. From experience, he knew they were mainly cleaning staff hired to clean out the raunchy after effects of a sex centric borough. Plus a number of customers for the breakfast joints that opened the morning after to alleviate hangovers and early morning regrets. For the first day in a while, Flash trotted about in his natural state, a minimal amount of effort put into self grooming — most of which focused on solely his mane — and with a good pump from a morning workout routine once described as ‘positively barbaric’ by Princess Cadance. Thankfully, this was okay for his next client who had stated that they like to play rough and disliked gussying up. Definitely a change of pace from his time with Twinkleshine the night before. A glance to his right revealed his destination: the Day Pounder; a breakfast diner with the best pancakes on the Row, and private rooms for some morning sausage to go along with them. He stepped into the classic diner. A jukebox wailed out old hits from several decades past. The restaurant screamed disco aesthetic with black and white tiled floors, cramped fake leather booths, and the smell of greasy food. Waving a wing to gain the attention of a server, Flash trotted towards the front counter. A stallion dressed in a waitress uniform and a flattering amount of makeup, zipped along the front counter pouring coffee for bleary eyed patrons before coming towards Flash. “Good morning, sweetie,” he said in a chipper voice, “what can I do for you?” “Good morning to you too,” Flash replied with an easygoing smile, “I’m here for somepony in the back under the name of ‘mighty spear’?” The server’s grin widened to nearly split the pony’s face in half. “So, you’re here to see one of my regulars then?” Flash nodded. “Well, he certainly caught himself quite the catch this time.” “Thanks, I try.” Flash chuckled. “Could you point me in the right direction?” Pointing a hoof towards the back end of the restaurant, the server answered, “Just through the door in the back, down the corridor, and it will be room 17 on your right.” With a small salute, Flash trotted in the indicated direction as the server returned to their customers. Once at the door, Flash took in the rough wood and the painted-on symbol of a peach before shoving the door open. He continued into a dimly lit corridor with rows of wooden doors on either side with numbered plates hammered into the front. He scanned the numbers as he went, and finally arrived at his destination: room number 17. A gentle push allowed Flash entry into a small room with shag carpeting, light green painted walls, and a surprisingly upscale bed that didn’t fit in with the cheap aesthetic. Two bedside tables loaded with various sexual necessities stood on either side of the headboard and a series of three side-by-side paintings of a bird in flight took up the far wall. Facing away from himwas a massive brown furred pegasus with a wavy blue mane buzz cut along the sides. He turned around. “Oh, hey! You must be the Buck Elf Princess Cadence assigned me, pleasure to— ah!” He yelped and scrambled back against the wall. Flash grinned. “Hey, Spearhead, long shift?” “Flash!” Spear’s face flushed as he tried to escape by climbing up the wall he was pressed up against. “What are you doing here?!” “Exactly what you just said. I’m your Buck Elf.” Flash tilted his head. “Were you expecting someone else?” “Not you!” Spear exclaimed. “I mean, you’re fine. There’s nothing wrong with you. I just—” he clamped his mouth shut. “You’re into stallions?” “I’m into anyone that treats me nicely and has fun bits to play with, but, yeah, I’m into stallions, among others.” “What do you mean by—” Spear shook his head. “Not important. So, you’re here to… have sex with me?” Flash nodded his head with a bemused smirk as Spear gulped. “Oh, so you are, that’s cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool…” “Are you okay, Spear?” Flash asked. “If you’re uncomfortable, I could—” “No!” Spear waved his hooves. “No, it’s fine, I just—” he darted his eyes about the room avoiding looking at Flash directly, “you won’t tell anyone else in the guard that I’m into stallions?” “I wouldn’t dream of it,” Flash answered. “If you don’t want others to know, it’s not my place to tell them.” With the verbal confirmation, Spear visibly relaxed and lowered himself back to his rump. “Okay, great. Thanks, Flash.” “No problem, but…” Flash hesitated for a moment before taking the plunge, “why is it such a big deal that no one knows, if you don’t mind me asking?” Spear bit his lip. “I’m just not comfortable with everyone knowing, and I don’t know how my guard mates will react if they knew. My stallion pals are all about mares, and…” he trailed off. “It’s okay, Spear, I get it. I never had to deal with it myself since I’ve been attached to Cadance from the start of my career, but… I get it.” “Yeah, it’s… not great.” Spear forced a chipper smile onto his face. “But enough about that! I never would have expected you of all poniesto be working as a Buck Elf.” “Cadance talked me into it.” Flash thought back to the circumstances leading up to his agreement. “Well, coerced might be more appropriate, but I am willing.” “Yeah, yeah.” Spear scanned Flash’s body with no small amount of lust. “You know, I gotta say I’m pretty lucky. If I could talk about it later, this would be a huge brag with the guard mares.” Flash grinned. “Because you managed to have sex with Princess Cadance’s personal bodyguard and Captain of the Guard?” “Nah, that I had sex with the Flash Sentry.” Flash’s grin faltered. “Wait, do you not know about your reputation in the guard?” Flash shook his head. Spear’s grin widened and took on a mischievous glint. “Oh, this is going to be fun to tell you.” “Tell me what?” Flash asked nervously. “That you’re the cold hearted stud of the Heart Guard.” Flash looked at Spear baffled. “It’s true! Everyone thinks you’re one of the hottest stallions, but completely unavailable with how unapproachable you are on the job. They call you cold hearted and scarier than a drill sergeant.” “Unapproach—” Flash sputtered. “Are you kidding me?! I worked as a stripper before this! I’ve had tons of ponies approach me!” He snorted indignantly. “Perfectly fine I might add!” “You worked as a what?!” Spear asked with a manic gleam in his eye. “I was one of the top hosts at the Gander House and was booked solid as a sex worker.” Flash groaned. “Ugh, and those outfits I had to wear on the job were awful. All tight, form fitting schlock that got into everything.” Spear dashed across the room and stopped just short of Flash. He clapped his hooves excitedly as Flash leaned away from him. “Bucking sun spots, this is amazing. I haven’t heard such juicy gossip since the big dick poll six months back.” “The what?!” Flash asked incredulously. Spear waved a wing dismissively. “Never mind that. It was just a bunch of straight stallions being weirdly competitive. I am much more interested in this secret history you have.” “It’s not a secret!” Flash yelled indignantly. “I’m super open about it! I just don’t bring it up in every conversation I have since most ponies are uncomfortable with it.” Then he added under his breath, “mostly because they all get annoyingly judgey.” “Okay, so you didn’t start it in the guard, but then why and how did you become Cadance’s personal guard?” “She asked me too!” Flash answered in exasperation. “I went through the requisite examinations, scored high, and proved that I was the best suited candidate for the job.” He snorted. “It’s not my fault that most ponies can’t speak ten different languages.” “You can speak ten different languages?” “I grew up in the poorer parts of Canterlot which is a hodgepodge of different cultures that the Canterlot elite don’t approve of.” He rolled his eyes. “If you bother to say hello to any of them, most would happily teach you stuff like their native tongues, which is useful for a Princess whose primary function is to be a diplomat.” “That’s incredible.” Spear fidgeted with his hooves. “Makes me feel kind of inadequate in comparison.” “You kidding me, Spear?” Flash jabbed him playfully with a wing. “You have perfect attendance, are one of the only guards that can pass the daily observation tests, and the only guard I know with no record.” He smirked. “Though, apparently, they should have added shameless gossip to that list.” Spear’s face flushed. “I like being in the know, but!” He raised a wing with a single primary feather pointed up. “I’m only average in the looks department. There are tons of others in the garrison who are better looking than I am.” “Oh, please. Look at yourself, my stud.” Flash threw his wings open in Spear’s direction. “You make me feel small and there aren’t many Pegasi that can manage that feat.” He pushed himself up against Spear’s chest with his own and flexed, bunching up the hard muscle. The top of Flash’s head only came up to the stallion’s chin. “Come on, give me a flex, big guy.” Bright red in embarrassment from the praise, Spear did as he was asked. He flexed his chest which caused Flash to get bumped back by the force of it. “See, that’s what I’m talking about!” Flash said with a wide grin. “You’re big, hard working, and fun to be around. You’re already a total stud.” He made a spinning motion with his wing. “Give me a show, big guy.” Feeling more confident with Flash’s encouragement, Spear made a show of moving into different positions and showing off how beefy he was. For his part, Flash would interject with a cat call or compliment at the right moments. As Flash watched he noted the difference in size between the two of them. Where he was close to the size of a draft pony, Spear was the size of a draft pony. Flash prided on being well balanced, but Spear was significantly more top heavy, having hefty bulk all along his upper body and leaner lower with a well toned rump. Flash’s dick had already unsheathed and begun dripping precum onto the floor. “Nice,” Flash said as Spear returned to his original position with flaming red cheeks, “how are you feeling?” “Really good, like really good,” Spearhead rubbed a hoof along one foreleg. “I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this comfortable before with another stallion.” “I’m glad to hear that. Now, what do you want to do?” Spear scrunched up his face in confusion. “What do you mean?” “What do you want to do sexually? Do you want to just do oral, or do you want to try something more on the kinkier side?” Spear’s ears perked. “No one has asked me that before. I guess…” he hung his head, a nervous expression on his face, “no, sorry that’s—” “Hey, Spear, it’s okay,” Flash said reassuringly, “I’m not going to judge you based on what you like. Just talk to me.” He bit his lip. “W-well, I mean, I really like it when you call me, big guy. It feels… good.” “Alright, big guy,” Flash emphasized the ‘big’ with a pop which caused Spear to tense up. “What else?” “I like to top and I-I—” Spear gulped. “Like to be a bit… rough.” “Hey, I love a top that can really rail into me. Anything else?” “I like it when my bottom is whiny!” Spear suddenly burst out. He clamped a hoof over his mouth and, with some gently nudging from Flash, managed to continue. “I just really like when the stallion under me is begging for it, but also kind of being rude about it, if that makes sense?” “You like brats,” at Spear’s confused expression, Flash continued, “it’s a BDSM term. No worries, I know what you’re looking for. Haven’t had a good whine in a while. Is that all?” “Would you be up for a piledriver?” Flash’s ears perked as he wagged his tail and fluttered his wings at his side. “A piledriver? Ah, Tartarus, yeah! You can handle it up top?” Spear stepped back in surprise. “Y-yeah, I just never found a partner able or willing to do it.” “Well, you’re in luck because not only can I do it, it’s one of my favourite positions.” Flash moved closer until his muzzle was up close to Spear’s own. “Is that everything you want?” “Y-yeah,” Spear flustered, as he leaned forward expectantly. “Good. Safe word is mango,” Flash turned away and trotted over to the bed, flicking his tail at Spear’s snout giving him a heavy whiff of Flash’s scent. Following Flash’s ample flanks, Spear watched as Flash leapt onto the bed and flipped himself onto his back with his half-hard cock smacking his undercarriage. He stuck his tongue out at him. Spear straightened up and snorted indignantly. “Hey!” He exclaimed, “We were just about to kiss!” “That sounds booooooooring,” Flash whined, “I don’t wanna.” Smirking in satisfaction, Flash watched Spear’s hefty member slap his belly. His breathing became heavy as lust immediately filled his expression. “Listen,” Spear said angrily, his wagging tail giving away his actual mood, “you’re here for me, so you should be doing what I want.” “Buuuuuuuuut, I don’t really feel like doing everything you say,” Flash answered. Spear hefted himself onto the bed and planted his forehooves on either side of Flash’s head. He glared at him. This was swiftly broken by a quick smooch for Flash on the end of his snout and a cheeky grin. “Okay, you—” Flash pecked him on the mouth. “Hey! Stop—” He pecked him again. Spear shoved his snout against his to hold him in place. “Now, look here you brat.” He stuck out his tongue. Lowering his body, Spear pinned Flash underneath him, grinding their cocks together. “Now, you’re asking for it.” “It’s not my fault you keep missing your chance to kiss me,” Flash said playfully. “Then I’ll just take the opportunity,” Spear answered. He forced his lips against Flash’s and broke in with his tongue, kissing him in earnest. Flash allowed entry, giving Spear free access to the depths of his mouth. Flash was salty, a surprising, but welcome taste to Spear. Feeling impish, Flash gyrated his hips, sliding his cock up along Spear’s bigger member. He was rewarded with a heated moan and shivers of pleasure from Spear who continued to passionately make out with him. Spurred on by his horny moans, Flash rocked his hips back and forth. Soon, every time Flash hit Spear’s flared tip with his own, a shot of precum would squirt out coating Flash’s chest with translucent fluid. “Knock that off,” Spear growled. Flash slowed down to a sensual crawl, increasing the sensual pleasure Spear felt. “I told you to — umf — stop.” “I don’t want to,” Flash replied. Spear pulled back with a glare and hard wagging of his tail. “You looking for a punishment, brat?” “Only if you do it hard, big guy.” With an excited snort, Spear pulled himself onto his hooves, lifted Flash off the bed and spun him onto his front. Flash yelped in surprise. Concerned, Spear leaned in close and whispered, “Mango?” “All good, just not used to being thrown around at my size. You’re doing great, Spear.” Flash neglected to mention the massive dollop of pre that had shot out of him from the motion. “O-okay.” Spear raised himself up again. “Now, apologize for messing with me.” Flash shook his flanks playfully, which Spear watched with rapt attention. “Buck me?” He asked. Spear snorted, his face flushed and ears perked. “That’s not a proper apology,” he tried to growl, but came out more as an excited whimper. “Buck me now?” Flash replied as he grinded his rump up against Spear’s rigid member. Spear flattened his upper body against Flash, causing his face to implant into the soft sheets of the bed. His rump was raised high in a downward dog position and pressed up against Spear’s rigid penis. “Good colts, get rutted,” Spear whispered as he burrowed his snout into Flash’s mane. “Good colts also say they’re sorry,” he growled out the last word for emphasis. Moaning in bliss as Spear grinded his cock against the top of his rump, Flash flicked his tail in anticipation. “I’m sorry, big guy. I didn’t mean it. I just really want you inside me.” Spear nuzzled the side of Flash’s face who hummed appreciatively at the contact. He teased Flash’s ponut with the flare of his cock, tapping against his back door. “That’s a good colt, now beg for it.” Biting his lip to hold back a horny moan, Flash whined, “N-no, can’t you just put it in, please?” “That doesn’t sound like begging.” Spear nipped at Flash’s ear who whimpered playfully. “F-fine. Please, please put it in,” Flash said. “I need you in me. I’m a good colt, I deserve to get rutted like one.” “See, was that so hard.” Spear nuzzled Flash again. “Now, let’s get this started.” Pulling Flash’s tail up with a wing, Spear pressed the tip of his flare into Flash’s hole who widened their eyes in panic. “Mango! Mango! MANGO!” Immediately pulling out, he raised himself off of Flash and said in a panicked voice, “Oh, buck, are you alright? What happened? What do you—” “Hey, hey, calm down, Spear. You didn’t hurt me at all.” Flash looked over his withers with a teasing grin. “You’re just a thick guy, and, as somepony who only infrequently bottoms, I’m going to need you to lube us both up first.” Spear’s face turned bright red. “R-right, lube. I didn’t— ah!” He ruffled his mane with both hooves in embarrassed frustration. “I’ll do that now.” Working quickly, Spear used his hooves and wings to grab and spread lube from the bedside table along both his own shaft and Flash’s ponut. After thorough lubrication, Spear returned to his previous position. “So, uh, good colts— colts do— you, ah—” Flash chuckled as Spear struggled to get back into his previous gruff demeanor. “Oh, buck it, I’m putting it in now.” Lining up his cock with Flash’s ring, Spear eased his dick in. Flash moaned as he felt his dick fill him up, biting down on the sheets as he squirmed. He wriggled his rump to try and take in more of Spear, but he pulled back leaving only the tip barely inside. Flash whimpered. “I control the pace, brat,” Spear said gruffly, “I’ll go in on my time, not yours.” Begrudgingly, Flash stopped his movements. Once settled, Spear continued his forward advance, pushing in inch after inch meaty cock, stretching Flash towards his limits. With every moan, Flash was filled up more and more, groaning in ecstasy of having hot flesh buried inside of him. The medial ring slid in with a pop and Flash winced. “You okay?” Spear asked in concern. “Yeah, I just don’t think I can fit anymore.” Spear nodded and pulled back to his tip. He bit down on Flash’s mane and slammed himself forward back past his medial ring. Flash cried out in sexual bliss. “Yes! Just like that, big guy,” Flash cried out as Spear snorted happily at the praise, “keep doing that. Buck, it feels so goooood.” He started up a steady rhythm as he pounded into Flash over and over. Flash’s tongue lolled out of his mouth as moaned and whimpered happily. Precum spilled from his dick in a steady stream soaking the sheets. Flash was in euphoric bliss. He was filled to the brim with Spear’s meat and loved every second of it. Each thrust was another burst of pleasure in his brain. Soon enough, he felt the every familiar pressure building in his cock. “Buck, buck, BUCK!” Flash cried out as cum exploded from his tip and coated his chest, belly, and sheets in creamy white. Still rock hard, Spear slowed down to a stop and panted atop of Flash. He drew himself back into a standing position, his dick still buried up to the medial ring in Flash’s ponut. He took in the aftermath of Flash’s eruption, the pony in question panting with a blissful smile on his face. “Buck, that was hot,” Spear said. “Oh, you have no idea,” Flash said in a dazed voice. “Now, let’s get you off.” “You need me to dismount?” Spear asked. “Well, I meant helping you cum, but, yes, I’ll need you to dismount.” “Dropping the bratty persona?” Spear brought his penis out in a fluid motion. It came out with a pop and rested on Flash’s rump, rock hard and leaking pre. “For this, yeah.” Flash took a moment to stretch and get the kinks out of his back. “But, I’ll be keeping the nickname, big guy.” Spear wagged his tail happily at the assertion. Taking a moment to run through a few quick stretches for the feat he was planning to perform, Flash said, “Buck, Spear, you really stretched me out.” He grinned lecherously. “Let’s see if you can do it more.” Spear gulped. “H-how?” With little warning, Flash rolled forward and thrust his ponut directly under Spear’s snout. Spear released an excited snort as he took in the upward view of Flash’s cock head dangling tantalizingly close to his mouth, an upside down smirk on his lips. The scent of his own pre and Flash’s natural musk wafted into his nostrils and set Spear’s mind ablaze. “You were talking about wanting to do a piledriver earlier,” Flash said. “You wanna go in the deep depths, big guy?” Vibrating in excitement, Spear lifted his front forelegs up and braced them against the wall. Once steady, he used one hoof to maneuver his cock downward and angled right into Flash’s previously used hole. With significantly more ease, Spear dove his cock down past his medial ring causing Flash to release a moan of pleasure. “That’s it, ease it in, big guy.” Spear gave a snort and placed both his forelegs on Flash’s thick back legs using them as supports. He started pumping up and down, bouncing off of Flash’s muscular flanks. Each downward thrust caused them to ripple, a tantalizing sight for Spear based on his excited snorts. As he continued his energetic thrusts, Spear sunk deeper into Flash getting closer to fully hilting within him. Meanwhile, Flash’s flared tip had reached the edge of his lips. Flash gave a lick tasting the excess discharge of his last expulsion. Spear panted heavily as he watched Flash lick around the bulb, flicking his tongue along the ridges. “Buck, Flash, that’s hot.” Spear licked his lips. “I don’t suppose you could— I mean, if you can’t it’s…” he trailed off. With an impish smirk, Flash began working the bulb of his cock into his mouth, Spear working himself ever deeper into Flash. Flash worked the full tip into his mouth, then an inch down his shaft moaning as he swallowed a few dollops of salty cum from his own cock. Spear felt his dick pulse as he hit new highs of pleasure. As he rocked back and forth on Flash’s stretched out hole, he was enraptured by Flash working on his own cock. As Flash released his own dick with a pop, Spear finally bottomed out on Flash’s rump, his balls smacking against his ample flanks. “Buck.” Spear cried out as Flash playfully flicked his tip with his tongue. “Buck!” He felt his balls clench down, his willpower losing out to the sensory overload he was experiencing. “BUCK!” Cum exploded out of Spear. It filled Flash close to burst who cried out in ecstasy, then spilled out over Spear’s legs and the bed underneath. Spray from the initial explosion splashed onto Spear’s undercarriage and all along Flash coating him in a second layer of white. “Bit pent up there, big guy?” Spear nodded as he panted heavily in exertion. “Come here then, take a rest.” Flash opened his wings invitingly. “You deserve a break with how well you did.” Spear dismounted, allowing any excess to spill out from Flash’s abused hole, and let himself collapse onto Flash’s hard chest. He buried his nose into Flash’s cum drenched fluff and took a heavy whiff, huffing in contentment. “You had fun?” Flash asked. Spear nodded his head too exhausted to answer properly. “Good to hear.” Flash eased his head back onto the somewhat cum splattered pillow and relaxed in post coital bliss. “Hey, Flash?” The pony in question grunted. “Thanks for being my Buck Elf. It was…” Spear smiled contentedly. “Really fun.” Flash hummed in agreement and dozed off for a mid morning nap with Spear following him shortly after safely entwined within Flash’s forelegs.
