Acceptance

Chapters

Thunderlane
Sunburst
Blueblood
Filthy Rich
Gallus
Sombra
Spike
Thorax
Button and Rumble
Shining Armor
Flash Magnus
Epilogue
Big Mac
Braeburn

Thunderlane

As Thunderlane trotted through the door and into the foreboding, dimly lit home, he paused. It had been a bit strange that Big Mac, one of his few stallion friends in Ponyville, had invited him out to such a remote location. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he could swear he heard something like moaning coming from inside. As he opened the front door and let himself in, woefully unprepared for what he was about to find, he froze in place, his jaw hanging open, and gazed at the most lecherous sight he’d ever seen.

The golden mane, crimson hide, and emerald eyes told him he was looking at Big Mac, but that didn’t make any sense. For starters, the stallion was wearing a skirt and what looked like makeup - secondly and more alarmingly, his friend was utterly beset by a trio of changelings. Fear and concern surged through him, moments before he leapt into action, but then he noticed it - the blissful, cum-drunk expression on his companion’s face.

Big Mac hadn’t been attacked or ambushed - far from it, he was giving himself to the small group of drones. With one cock pounding his ass, and a second plunging in and out of his muzzle, the ordinarily tacit pony serviced the amorous parasites like a common whore. His massive cock flopped and bounced against his underbelly, smearing his fur with pre-cum, as he groaned and gagged around the cock in his gullet.

“Incredible, isn’t it?” a hushed voice asked, shaking Thunder from his trance.

Looking to his right, he started. Somehow, one of the nefarious shapeshifters had crept up beside him, but that was only the start of his problems. The sound of buzzing wings and hooves against the floorboards told him he’d been surrounded, his distraction giving the changelings all the time they needed to keep him from escaping. His eyes never leaving the closest drone’s face, momentarily considering if he should fight or flee, he watched as a fang-filled grin crept across the parasite’s snout.

“I assure you, she wanted this,” the changeling smugly stated, his compound gaze sweeping over to the carmine titan.

His muscles tensing, yet his curiosity got the better of him, Thunder held his ground. “She?”

“Indeed,” the drone attested, turning to face the Wonderbolt. “She was a bit hard to convince at first, but she’s come to fully embrace her role,” he continued, coolly inspecting his towering, well-built guest. “I don’t presume we’ll have nearly as much trouble with you…”

The pegasus swallowed hard, barely registering what the shapeshifter had said. He should have panicked, should have turned tail and fled to warn the Princesses about the little nest he’d stumbled across, yet he hesitated. As he peered at the obscenity before him, watching his friend being fucked from both ends, his concern gave way to something equally terrifying - jealousy.

Though he’d always done his best to suppress it, to keep it hidden from anypony, he had desires - desires which lay contrary to the expectations heaped upon him. His family, his team, his neighbors - everypony expected him to find a marefriend and start a family, often lightheartedly teasing him about when he was going to find his special somepony, yet his longings were a far departure from the norm. His mouth began to water, blood surged into his hardening length, and his heart raced, while he imagined how incredible it would be to switch places with Big Mac.

“How positively adorable,” the drone tittered, sundering the pony’s imaginings. “You’ve been here for mere minutes and you’re already enthralled. I bet you’d love to bend over, grab your fetlocks, and present yourself for me, even though you don’t know my name.”

Dragging his attention off of Big Mac, Thunder looked to the side and froze. The changeling slowly turned and displayed what had to be one of the biggest stallionhood he’d ever seen; the parasite’s cock was so large that it could be mistaken for a fifth let! Shaking his head and clearing his thoughts, he closed his eyes and attempted to gather himself.

“Sorry…S…sorry,” he murmured, massaging his temple with a wing. “Could you explain what’s going on?”

“Of course,” the shapeshifter replied, facing him and giving a curt bow, “though I didn’t know such a thing required explanation. We require sustenance to survive, your friend yearns for our touch - our little arrangement is mutually beneficial,” he noted, extending a foreleg. “The name is Talon, by the way.”

“Thunder,” the pegasus whispered, struggling to wrap his head around everything that was happening. “And you called Mac she?”

Talon sniffed the air and drifted closer to the pony, the corners of his lips turning up. “Does that excite you?”

“N…no!” Thunder blurted, his cheeks darkening.

“Interesting,” the changeling thoughtfully hummed, trotting around the rigid pegasus. “Your body seems to be a bit more honest, what with your winking pucker and how hard you’ve gotten - regardless, that’s a bit unfortunate…”

Thunder quirked his brow, tracking the drone with his eyes. “Unfortunate how?”

For a second time in short order, Talon smirked. “It’s unfortunate because you have such a lovely figure. Mac is a capable lover, but there are so many of us and only one of her,” he lamented, casually ignoring one of his kin pumping a load into the earth pony’s rump. “I thought I detected the scent of lust on you, assuming you may be thrilled to become our new plaything, but I must have been mistaken.”

The words struck Thunder like a sack of bricks, thrilling him in a way he didn’t think possible. Did the changeling really find him attractive? Could the drones actually be excited to bend him over and make a broodmare out of him? Nearly blinded by the roaring fires of his lust, he noticed the insect-like equines moving away from him and clearing the exit.

“My apologies,” Talon grumbled, dipping his head and waving for the door. “You are free to leave, unless…”

A cold knot formed in Thunder’s stomach, contrasting an impulsive throb in his stallionhood, as his mouth went dry. His instincts told him it was a trap, that something was wrong, yet he didn’t move to depart. For his entire life, from the time he’d blossomed into adulthood, he’d grappled with wildly scandalous fantasies, the sort of taboos that would see him judged harshly by his peers, so the potential promise of having his depraved dreams brought to fruition made him hesitate.

Shifting in place, he looked over at the drone. “U…unless what?”

“Unless you wish to join us,” Talon hissed, his voice practically dripping with licentious intent.

“I…I…” Thunder faltered, unable to find his voice.

He yearned to take Mac’s place, to be treated and plowed like a wanton whore, yet he didn’t know if he had the strength to say it. Torn between his desires and his better judgment, he cast his eyes to the floor. It wasn’t just that he couldn’t trust the group of unreformed changelings - it was that, should word get out that he wished to embrace his marish side, his friends, family, and everyone he knew would look at him differently. Gripped by indecision, he flinched when a hoof affectionately patted his shoulder.

“I understand,” the drone whispered. “For what it’s worth, nopony would ever know what transpires within these walls. If you ever change your mind, you can always come back and pay us a visit later, though I’d suggest you wear something compelling.”

Thunder nodded, as an idea began to coalesce. He’d told his brother he was going out for a few hours, he had practice in the morning, and he’d had no way of knowing he’d stumble upon a group of amorous, exquisitely well-hung changelings - as such, the circumstances were far from ideal. Trotting out the door, he looked over his shoulder and gave an uneasy smile.

“I’ll b…be back in a few days,” he anxiously stated, extending his wings and setting off to the sky.

Talon waved, grinning wolfishly all the while, and watched the pegasus depart. “We’ll be waiting…”

Soaring back to his home and rushing up to his room, taking care to lock the front door behind himself, Thunder became a whirlwind of activity. The first thing he did was to take a shower and thoroughly clean himself inside and out - after that, he furiously fucked himself with his favorite dildo. Never in a million years would he have thought he’d bear witness to something so excruciatingly hot, yet the notion he’d soon be able to take part excited him like nothing ever had before. After blowing a massive load all over himself, he scribbled down a little to-do list, rinsed himself off, then curled up for the night.

The following four days were a blur, addressing each item on his agenda while simultaneously juggling his daily obligations. Though he was able to keep up with his Wonderbolt practice, help his little brother with homework, and tend to various errands, his mounting excitement made it hard for him to concentrate on much of anything - thankfully, he was able to manage. It wasn’t until he’d made a visit to Zecora’s hut, deep within the Everfree forest and away from prying eyes, did his nerves start to get to him.

He’d intentionally put off going to the potion-making zebra, being both nervous and a bit hesitant, but he was ultimately glad he’d made the trip to see her. Not only did she assure him that she kept her clients’ needs confidential, but she offered to give him several embellishments that may give him an edge over Big Mac. While he didn’t have anything against the large, crimson stallion, his competitive side practically demanded he do something more than simply getting gussied up.

It took nearly an hour of time with Zecora to settle on exactly what he wanted, yet he couldn’t have been happier with the final result - even if it set him back a fair number of bits. By the time he got home, he realized he was finally ready to go back and meet with the mysterious group of changelings at the abandoned mansion just outside of town. Taking care to be as stealthy as possible, he snuck into his bedroom, did his final preparations, and set off to make his dreams a reality.

His flight to the foreboding manor took less than a hoofful of minutes, yet he felt like his heart may burst from his chest by the time he arrived. What if they didn’t like the way he looked? What if they’d been teasing him and only intended to make fun of him? What if they’d changed their minds and wanted nothing to do with him? As he touched down on the front porch, crippled with indecision and self-doubt, the front door opened and a familiar face appeared.

“So you did come back,” Talon purred, cocking his head. “What are you wearing?”

Thunder glanced down at himself, aware that his flight suit more than likely wasn’t what the drone was expecting. The only obvious sign that he’d done anything to prepare was the cerulean lipstick and eyeshadow that marked his face, but that was by design. Shifting nervously in place, he mutely kept his hooves crossed and waited.

After a tense moment, the changeling stepped back and to the side, opening the door for his guest. “You had better hope you’re not wasting our time, Slut. I’d hate for the town to learn that you’ve been fraternizing with a group of changelings…”

The subtle threat, though menacing and contrasting what Talon had said earlier about anonymity, did little to deter Thunder’s nerves - in fact, it bolstered him. As he trotted past the threshold and to the awaiting living room, a bit surprised not to find Big Mac waiting, no fewer than five pairs of eyes settled on him. Lounging on the floor, sofa, and one of the two recliners, a quintet of shapeshifters gave him inquisitive looks.

Glancing back, seeing Talon following after him, he closed his eyes and drew a deep breath to calm his nerves. He’d never shown himself off to anypony before, and he’d gone to great lengths to ensure his accouterments were all cleverly hidden, so he’d be lying if he wasn’t a bit apprehensive - nevertheless, with nothing else to lose, it was showtime. Reaching up and clutching the zipper on his collar, he slowly opened his suit to reveal his slate-gray fur.

Taking his time, peeling himself out of his uniform, he was laid bare. He didn’t look any different than usual, aside from the bit of makeup, yet that changed in a flash. As he unfurled his wings and caressed himself, his pinions dancing over his face and backside, his investments were made apparent.

Zebrican alchemy and medicine were astonishing things, rivaling or at times eclipsing the magic that unicorns wielded, though it had taken him a visit to Zecora to fully appreciate it. Studs and rings appeared everywhere he touched, from his ears and nose to his taint, balls, and pronounced, well-lubricated pucker. If he’d known he’d be able to get and hide piercings that healed within the span of a few hours, he would have done so long before - fortunately, telling himself that it was better late than never, he was overjoyed with his newfound accessories.

Alongside the glittering metal rings and studs that dotted his frame, he wore leather leggings and a harness about his chest, each trimmed with brilliant yellow, as well as a choker around his neck. He looked nothing like his usual self, done up more like a streetwalker than a proud Wonderbolt, but that was part of the thrill. Reaching down and reaching into the pocket of his discarded suit, retrieving a small, golden band, he reached back and wrapped his tail.

“Well…?” he asked, his confidence reinforced by the lustful gaze of the group of drones.

Drawing his forked tongue over his lips, his eyes dancing over the pegasus, Talon snickered to himself. “Impressive - very impressive,” he purred, his stallionhood swelling and slipping from its sheath. “You certainly have the look down, but appearances aren’t everything - besides, you could still use a few embellishments. Wait right here…”

Thunder nodded and remained where he stood, trying and failing not to listen to the lustful whispers all around him. He wasn’t sure if the changelings were trying to keep their voices down, but he could hear every sinful word they murmured. Excited giggles and comments about how good she looked set his nerves alight, as did the sight of their growing erections, and he basked in the attention they lavished him in.

“Here we are,” Talon announced, returning with a marker held aloft. “Now then, let’s add a few finishing touches.”

As the drones got to their hooves and slipped from their seats, closing on the pony in their midst, Thunder fidgeted and gnawed his lip. Though he was a fair bit larger than any of them, he knew there’d be no getting away - not like he had any intention to. The sensation of the felt-tip marker gliding over his flank, scrawling an arrow and some unreadable text over his fur, was titillating, yet they’d only just begun.

Minutes ticked by, while the marker was passed between them, until they stepped back to admire their handiwork. Though he couldn’t see himself fully, futilely twisting his head to peek back at his lower half, two of his gracious hosts hastily retrieved a tall, standing mirror from one of the adjacent rooms. As he gazed at his reflection, his eyes widened in shock.

Whore, Slut, Anal Bitch, and more had been scrawled over his body and face, elevating his slatternly status to an entirely new level. Of all the things written on himself, there was one particular line that caught his eye and sent a shiver up his spine - the word Useless, accompanied by an arrow pointing to his equipment. Despite being rather well-hung for a stallion, he’d always thought of his cock as a large decoration, as opposed to any meaningful part of himself.

“If you’re done staring, how about you put that cute little muzzle to work,” Talon cooed, hopping up and seating himself on the recliner.

Looking over and seeing the changeling invitingly spread his legs, Thunder’s mouth began to water. The drone’s dick was huge, even larger than his own endowment, and it was practically begging for a bit of affection. Making a point of swaying his hips from side to side, past the throng of parasites around him, he sauntered forward and boldly drew his tongue up the shapeshifter’s thigh.

Talon growled approvingly, bearing a mocking grin as he peered down at the needy pegasus. “We may need to keep you,” he remarked, reaching out and running his hoof through the pony’s mohawk. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Y…yes,” Thunder muttered, stricken by the ambrosial musk radiating from his host’s package.

It wasn’t like he’d spent much time around changelings, especially not the unreformed variety, so he was wholly unprepared for the exotic, heady filling his sinuses. As he buried his nose in the fleshy root of Talon’s tool, bathing his taste buds in the sweat accumulated there, his eyelids fluttered. Celestia forgive him - he’d only just started, yet he nearly felt drunk on arousal.

Unable to wait for any longer, dragging his tongue up the drone’s length, he reached the tip of his host’s towering shaft, closed his eyes, and wrapped his lips around the gargantuan stallionhood. Although he’d only ever had one sexual experience in the past, a fling after a Wonderbolt competition, his years of perverse practice had prepared him for this moment.

He forced his head forward, having taken a deep breath to fill his lungs, and slipped the warm, semi-pliable cock over his tongue and into his throat. Hearing a soft chuckle, he peeked upward and found Talon gazing down at him. The snide look on the changeling’s face, the scent flooding his sinuses, the flavor dancing across his palate, and the lascivious remarks around him were empowering to a fault, spurring him onward. Though he stifled a gag, his gullet spasming against the immense intrusion blocking his airway, he continued onward until his lips pressed against the thick medial ring marking the base of his host’s cock.

“It really is sad,” Talon faintly noted, stroking the pony’s cheek. “Would you like me to fuck your face, Dear? It’s ok, you can be honest.”

As much as Thunder would have liked to reply, it was an impossible task. He couldn’t breathe, let alone speak, as he longingly peered up and into the drone’s glittering eyes. As the shapeshifter’s hoof slipped around and to the back of his head, just as the parasite’s smile broadened, he heard wanton sniffing from behind himself.

Looking past the pegasus’ face, Talon nodded. “Warm her up for me,” he commanded, swinging his gaze back to his guest, “I’ll give her a nice appetizer.” As he made himself comfortable, he started guiding the pony’s head forward and back.

Thunder’s eyes watered, yet he couldn’t care less about his makeup getting ruined. Each backstroke left a streak of blue on the drone’s dark length, before he watched and felt the shaft plunge back into his maw and down his neck. He’d fellated a number of dildos before, yet all the practice in the world couldn’t compare to the real thing.

His senses were besieged, his lungs burned, and he could feel what had to be a tongue gliding over his winking, expectant pucker. He’d prepared himself well, having gone so far as to warm himself up with one of his bigger toys, but there was no way in Tartarus he was going to tell the drones that. As he rolled his hips back, jamming one of the changeling’s muzzles into his ravenous ass, he withdrew just enough to get a sip of air.

“Enjoying yourself, Sweetheart?” Talon affectionately inquired, allowing the pony to take control.

Rearing back and freeing his snout, taking care to stroke the saliva and lipstick smeared cock with a wing, he nodded. “Yes, of course!”

“Good,” the drone replied. “Cute little things like you should be happy to serve.”

Stars above - the dirty talk alone was nearly enough for Thunder to get off to. Giving a curt nod, too enthused to continue the conversation, he shot forward and continued blowing the changeling. It didn’t matter that his jaw ached, his throat hurt, or that he was pretty sure one of the drones behind him had forced a hoof into his well-trained ass - the only thing he cared about was filling the role he’d dreamt about for his entire life.

On and on he went, swabbing his gullet and mopping the godly dick before him, until things came to an abrupt halt. As Talon patted his cheek and waved his companions away, motioning for him to step back, he was hit with a pang of unease. Had he done something wrong? Were they not satisfied with him? Did they prefer Mac over him? Moving in reverse, slipping the large, throbbing shaft from his muzzle, he summoned the courage to meet his host’s eyes.

Talon unseated himself and inched forward, bringing his snout to within an inch of the pegasus’ ear, and drew a breath. “Do you want to feel good?” he quietly asked. The pony nodded without hesitation, his loosened backdoor clenching upon itself expectantly. “Then beg for it.”

Lowering himself and rolling onto his back, Thunder grabbed his fetlocks, spread his hind legs, and gave voice to his deepest, darkest desires. “Please, make me your mare. Breed me, use me, fuck me, ruin me, do anything you want,” he babbled, what little shame he had crumbling under the crushing weight of his repressed urges.

The gang of changelings buzzed excitedly and closed in, their gargantuan stallionhoods ominously hanging beneath them. He fully expected to be ravished, to be despoiled in ways he couldn’t imagine, but what they did was something altogether different. As they shot forward in near unison, sinking their fangs into his flesh, he gasped. The pain, though fleeting, almost instantly gave way to a warmth and pleasure that drowned out the world.

His eyes rolled wildly, pre-cum gushed from his dick, and his thoughts ran rampant, while their venom ran through his veins. He’d heard about the potent toxins changelings could produce, yet he was woefully unprepared to experience them firsthand. Lost to his euphoria, he was set upon by the little swarm.

A drone crept between his upturned hind legs, plunging into his quivering depths, while a second squatted down and thrust into his moaning, drooling muzzle. The sensation of being filled was indescribable, leagues better than anything he’d ever experienced, and it sent him skyrocketing toward release. With a choked howl, bucking his hips and fiercely clenching his newly studded pucker, he coated his belly, chest, and neck with spunk.

“Hah!” a voice cackled. “She didn’t even last a minute!”

“Just means that - Mmmph - she’s meant for this,” a second grunted.

Weathering the rapturous storm, he collected himself, locked his fetlocks over one changeling’s hips, and flexed his hind legs. He couldn’t bring himself to simply lay there and be fucked - that wasn’t what proper mares did. As his forelegs reached out from his sides, blindly feeling for and stroking a pair of cocks, he weakly bobbed his head and choked on the stallionhood in his throat.

He’d only been at it for what felt like a heartbeat, using every part of himself to pleasure the studs surrounding him, yet he immediately understood that this was where he belonged. The assault on his senses was absolute, his prostate throbbed, and he rocked back and forth between the pair railing him, while his mind went blank. Somehow, as unthinkable as it was, he managed to simultaneously service a quartet of the drones.

As soon as one changeling came down his gullet or in his tush, hauling their cum-slickened length from him, another stepped forward to take their place. Though the sizes of their equipment were comparable to one another, the shapeshifter’s techniques varied wildly; some were slow and methodical, degrading him as they fucked, while others humped swiftly and mercilessly. Each was enjoyable in their own right, and he climaxed four times in fairly rapid succession before he was given a breather.

Jizz slathered him from the tip of his nose to his hooves, staining his dark fur and seeping into his leggings, as the parasites slowly backed away. Heaving air into his lungs, weakly coughing to clear his airway, he falteringly lifted his head to peer down at himself. He was an absolute mess, looking every bit as plundered as he felt, and his abdomen was rounded by the profound amount of seed which had been pumped into him - that said, he felt absolutely fantastic.

He had no doubt that he’d be sore in the morning, and likely leaking spunk from one hole or another for days to come, yet he would happily do it all again. As he caressed his utterly distended belly, a weary smile split his muzzle, he looked to the side and at the mirror. His reflection was exactly what he’d been hoping for, displaying his nearly gravid, glazed body in all its indecent splendor - sadly, he could only appreciate the view for a moment.

Moving before him and blocking his view, Talon licked his lips. “Smile for me, whore…”

Before Thunder could react, he was blinded by a brilliant flash, then a second and a third, as the changeling snapped several exceedingly compromising pictures of himself. A portion of him was thrilled to have the moment memorialized, to have a reminder of the sinful exchange, yet his higher self understood what the photos meant. Intended or not, the changelings just got their hooves on something that could ruin not only his career but his entire life.

“Spread that pussy for us,” a drone tittered. “Show off that sloppy hole of yours.”

With trembling hooves, scarcely believing what he was doing, Thunder reached down his body and spread his cheeks. Try as he might, no matter how hard he tried to constrict his battered backdoor, he couldn’t stop jizz from leaking down the cleft of his ass, over his dock, and to the floor beneath him. He wasn’t sure what was worse - the fact that he was doing what they wanted without question, or that he was secretly turned on by the scandalous display.

“Just one more,” Talon hummed, moving to the supine pony’s head. Squatting down, he partially obscured the pegasus’ face with his tool, lifted the camera, and smiled. “Smile for me, Sweetheart.”

Thunder obliged, peeking out from behind the mammoth cock with a broad, cum-drunk smile plastered on his face. Considering he was fucked both literally and figuratively, particularly if any of the photos ever made their way into circulation, he saw no harm in having a bit of fun. As the de facto leader sat his camera down and laid down beside him, his eyes settled on the changeling’s turgid endowment.

Talon reached down and patted his stallionhood, shooting the pegasus a wink. “Got one more for you, Hun. How about you do the work for me?”

With the drone resting right next to him, he looked down to the pillar-like cock resting on the drone’s groin. He immediately knew what was expected of him, realizing that this was some sort of test, so he languidly rolled to his side and got his hooves beneath himself. Filthy and exhausted though he was, he wasn’t about to leave his host, the very shapeshifter who’d made all this possible, go without cumming at least once.

Ponderously side-stepping, he straddled Talon, got into position, and gradually sank to his haunches. The sheer volume of cum sloshing around inside him, paired with the thorough poundings he’d endured, made the intrusion almost laughably easy - still, it felt positively amazing. Only stopping when his ample tush rested against the drone’s hips, he leaned back and began fucking himself on his host.

“Mmmmmmm,” Talon hummed, rubbing the pegasus’ sloshing, distended gut. “I can just barely make out the bulge of my cock…”

Looking down, Thunder slowed ever so slightly. Though it was faint, he could barely make out the imprint of the changeling’s stallionhood appearing and disappearing from within his bloated abdomen. The sight was incredible, fanning the flames of his lust and filling him with energy, and he pounded his ass on his host harder and faster because of it. As he threw himself forward, allowing himself to better control his pistoning hips, he draped his chin over the drone’s shoulder - a move which he quickly regretted.

The moment he pressed himself against Talon, he felt something - a rather large something pressing against his stuffed hole. By the time he could look back, having some idea of what was about to happen, it was too late. The drone behind him thrust forward, filling him with a second, impossibly huge dick, and broke him entirely.

He climaxed in the blink of an eye, whimpering like a filly on prom night, as his conscious mind fractured. It didn’t matter how it was possible, be it from the potion, having been rutted by no fewer than five changelings minutes prior, or some combination of the two, but he was able to not only accommodate the pair of behemoths but enjoy the massive intrusions immensely. As he brayed incoherently, hit with wave after wave of orgasmic bliss, his vision tunneled.

He couldn’t say how long they’d gone at it, rutting him with reckless abandon, but he eventually awoke on the floor, leaking jizz from both ends, and feeling as though he’d been hit by a freight train. All the changelings had departed, having had their fun, save one. Seated on the sofa, disinterestedly reading a magazine, Talon glanced over at him.

“Have fun?” he smugly inquired.

“Y…yeah - Cough - I did…” Thunder rasped, rubbing his neck.

The drone nodded to a doorway behind him, yet didn’t budge otherwise. “There’s a bathroom in the back. Feel free to clean yourself up before you leave,” he flatly stated, shifting his attention back to whatever article he was reading. Just as the pegasus shakily stood, swaying for a moment and threatening to collapse, he lifted a hoof. “Just do me one favor…”

Thunder scrunched his nose, barely able to stand, and exhaustedly peered over at his host. “What?”

Talon bared his fangs, his wicked expression smacking of some hidden intent, as his eyes wandered over to the pony. “When you come back, and you will come back, make sure to bring a friend…”

Sunburst

Sunburst anxiously fidgeted just beyond a well-lit patch of sidewalk beneath a streetlight, keeping himself veiled in shadow. It wasn’t like many ponies came to this part of town, and the few that did were typically searching for very specific services, yet that did little to quell his frazzled nerves. Turning his head and looking to the side, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a shuttered shop’s window.

Piercings lined his ears, a heart-shaped gem was set in the negation ring on his horn, a snug pair of black fishnets clung to his legs, and a studded collar lay wrapped around his neck, yet his attire was but one facet of his wildly scandalous look. His tail, once long and lavish, had been cropped so short that he couldn’t conceal his plump, pillowy behind or his slack, exceedingly well-used pucker - heck, anypony behind him could even see the silver barbells lining his little coin purse and the base of his cock-cage. He was a different stallion than he had been months prior, if he could even call himself a stallion anymore.

With a heavy sigh, feeling his prick straining against its confines, he looked away and glanced down the road. Though he’d always done his best to keep his carnal interests hidden from anypony and everypony, fearing he’d be judged for wanting to be mercilessly subjugated by a big, burly stud, his bottled-up interests had eventually gotten the better of him. As he inched away from the light, hoping not to draw too much attention to himself, he thought back to the moment his entire life changed.

He’d hardly believed when Thunderlane, one of the few ponies who shared the same concealed desires as himself, had told him about the abandoned manor full of very assertive changelings. A part of him knew he should have alerted the Princesses, that even a small hive of the love-eating insects could pose a substantial risk, yet he found himself intrigued. If the parasites were subsisting off of lust freely given by stallions, there wasn’t any real harm ~ was there? Telling his friend that he’d go and check it out, downplaying his curiosity, he made it a point to investigate.

After his visit with the illustrious Wonderbolt was concluded, he cleaned himself up, donned his most regal cape, and teleported himself to the general location of the shapeshifter’s refuge. Considering he’d gotten very specific details about the mansion from Thunderlane, he didn’t think it would be too much trouble finding the place. Sure enough, after not even a half-hour’s worth of snooping, he found the supposedly passionate pests’ hideout.

To his pleasant surprise, having seen himself into the manor, he was welcomed by the little group of drones. Inviting him inside, the changelings openly admitted to their alleged transgressions, confessing to feasting off the amorous energies of stallions who wished to be dominated, and regaled him with tales of what they’d done to both Thunderlane and Big Macintosh. To say he’d been stunned would have been an understatement, but it wasn’t his shock that had drawn the insects’ attention - no, it had been his barely restrained yearning for the same treatment.

Having researched changelings extensively, he should have known that the gang could sense his arousal - still, too enthralled by their story to care, growing increasingly excited with every sinful detail he heard, he’d left himself completely vulnerable to their advances. Little by little, the conversation took a decidedly lecherous turn, with the drones complimenting him and openly musing on how amazing of a lover he would be, and he had taken the bait hook, line, and sinker. Before he’d fully realized what was going on, he was set upon.

He hadn’t intended to spend the night with Talon, the leader of the drones, and his ilk, but that’s exactly what had ended up happening. By the time the sun crested over the horizon, he’d barely gotten any sleep, he was slathered and filled with more changeling cum than he could fathom, and he could barely manage to walk in a straight line. As wildly shocking as his evening had been, he was instantly smitten with the sinful shapeshifters. That first evening was preceded by a second, third, and fourth, until he was making almost daily visits to donate his affection.

Sex with the drones was amazing - no, better than amazing, it was addictively incredible. Not a single exchange between himself and the love-bugs passed when he wasn’t left weary and unimaginably satisfied, yet it came with a price - a price he only realized after it was too late to stop. Though things had started innocently enough at first, giving blowjobs and getting railed by the shapeshifters, the situations he found himself in became increasingly depraved.

It was hard for him to put a hoof on exactly when he began tumbling down the rabbit hole, but he had to presume it was at about the same time he started getting gussied up for his hosts. Their observation that he’d look cute in a skirt and makeup had been a bit embarrassing, leaving him equal parts flustered and timid - nevertheless, he’d put himself in drag, styled his mane, and done his best to present himself as a mare for them. The more often he dressed up, the more comfortable he became doing so - the more comfortable he got donning feminine attire, the more revealing his outfits became; it was a downward spiral and things only got worse from there.

Eventually, over the course of several weeks, he only ever showed up to the manner looking like a tramp, wearing painfully short skirts, thongs, leggings, or any number of garments that a regular stallion wouldn’t dare put on, and that’s when the changelings began badgering him to elevate his aesthetic even further. While he’d never even considered getting any sort of permanent enhancements, he’d reluctantly agreed to getting his ears, dock, taint, and even his backdoor pierced. The good news was that the rings and studs could be concealed easily enough with a simple spell - the bad news was that the drones hadn’t nearly been finished with him.

Paradoxically enough, the most prominent change he suffered from regularly fornicating with the shapeshifting reprobates was both a source of pride and shame - his threshold for pleasure. What he’d once considered to be gargantuan cocks, stallionhoods so large that he could barely accommodate them, had become the only way he could get off. He hadn’t noticed when the shapeshifters had started gradually increasing the size of their endowments, but he’d steadily acclimated to bigger and bigger intrusions - to the point where his once taut pucker had evolved into a loose, vertical opening made to take dick.

The last and final part of his transformation didn’t take place until he was a pale, wanton shadow of his former self. Wholly addicted to changeling cock, unable to climax from virtually anything else, he was fitted with a chastity cage to strip away what little masculinity he had left. From that moment forward, unless Talon allowed him to access his atrophied prick, he could only climax from anal.

It wasn’t long until he goaded Twilight to give him a position at the School of Friendship, if only so he could move in with his parasitic paramours to be their live-in cock-sleeve, and everything had been going perfectly. He woke up to getting his face fucked, he was called upon to get railed on his lunch breaks, and there wasn’t a night that passed when he didn’t pass out with a stomach or ass full of cum, but things eventually took a turn for the worst. The night Talon had told him he needed to find them new playthings, while making some extra bits on the side, he’d been crushed - determined to please them, but crushed nonetheless.

“Hey,” a gruff voice called, wrenching him from his thoughts, “you workin’ tonight?”

Sunburst turned his head to the side, adjusted his spectacles, and froze. Standing several feet away, his eyes glinting in the dim light, was the biggest griffon he’d ever seen. With a streak of white plumage on his huge, broad chest, and feathers that faded from a light grey to dark black, the imposing avian eyed him hungrily. He’d known it would only be a matter of time until somepony approached him, but he hadn’t assumed his first prospective customer wouldn’t be a pony at all.

“I said, are ya workin’ tonight?” the raptor repeated, his brow furrowing.

“Oh - um - well - uh -” Sunburst uneasily began. “T…technically I am working, b…but what a…are you looking for?”

The griffon shrugged, his demeanor softening ever so slightly, as his eyes wandered to the pony’s plump, barely concealed backside. “Was lookin’ for a good time.”

Sunburst gulped, excited yet nervous, and drew a deep breath to calm himself. This is what he was here for, to make a few bits for his myriad of love-bug lovers, but that hardly made whoring himself easy. Debasing himself for the drones was one thing, but doing so for a perfect stranger was a different game entirely. Looking past his feathered visitor and down the street, ensuring they weren’t being watched, he waved to the nearby alleyway.

“M…maybe we could talk down here,” he sputtered, sheepishly turning and heading down the backstreet.

With a small, approving snort, the griffon plodded along after him. “Better be doin’ more than talking…”

As he moved into the darkened alley, keeping his hooves crossed that everything would go smoothly, Sunburst’s thoughts began to race. In spite of having extensively researched Equestria’s oldest profession, all the knowledge he’d accrued went straight out the window. He knew he was supposed to get paid to sexually service clients, yet his pensive excitement overshadowed everything he’d learned.

“S…so,” he mumbled, stopping and peeking back at the lumbering cat-bird, “I’m S…Sunburst. What’s your name?”

With a puzzled expression, the griffon cocked his head. “Ain’t never had small talk with a hooker before, but the name’s Falke. Wait…” he paused, stopping dead in his tracks, “you’re a fuckin’ stallion?”

Sunburst’s heart seized, he came to a shuddering halt, and the blood in his veins ran cold, hearing the question. Even though he dressed like a mare, having gone so far as to shave his goatee, he hadn’t thought that anypony - er - anycreature would mistake him for a genuine female. Feeling torn, elated and terrified that his suitor had thought he was a she, he slowly wheeled around to face the avian.

“I mean, I’m technically a stallion, but that doesn’t count for much,” he softly explained, keeping his eyes on the ground.

“Technically? What the buck does that mean?” Falke countered.

Steadily and cautiously shifting to the side, Sunburst lifted a hind leg to display his groin. His pitiful, caged stallionhood was put on full display, a clear indication of his submissive nature, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at the raptor. While he couldn’t deny that a part of him was thrilled to be in such a situation, showing himself off to a griffon he knew nothing about, the humiliation and reminder that he wasn’t a mare gnawed at him.

A tense moment passed, before he balanced on three legs, reached back, and prized his buns apart to show his loose, slickened backdoor. “A…as you can see, I’m -”

“Hot damn,” Falke interrupted, inching closer as he drew his tongue over his beak, “you got a pussy on you!”

Taken aback by the remark, unsure of how to feel, Sunburst only then noticed what he swore was a fifth leg dangling from beneath his visitor. Long and exceptionally thick, with a knotted base, spear-like tip, and small barbs along its length, the griffon’s cock gradually swelled and grew rigid. He’d heard that the cat-birds tended to be on the larger side, as far as packages go, yet that hadn’t prepared him to stare down the absolute behemoth of a cock.

With a smug snort, flexing his pelvis and causing his tool to slap against his belly, Falke smirked. “Like what ya see, Colt?”

Sunburst stared on open awe at the griffon’s tool, steadily lowering leg and feeling his mouth starting to water. Talon and his ilk were large, even when they weren’t augmenting their size metaphorically, but Falke’s natural endowment bordered on monstrous. Months of serving as a living, breathing sex toy for the changelings evoked a pavlovian response to seeing the raptor’s package and almost made him forget what he was supposed to be doing - almost.

“W…well, yes,” he admitted, fiddling with his glasses, “but this isn’t a free service.”

Falke peaked a brow, remaining motionless. “What’re your prices?”

“It’s twenty bits for a - um - blowjob and fifty for a lay,” Sunburst anxiously explained.

Honestly, given just how enormous the griffon was, he would have bent over and grabbed his fetlocks for free, but that would have defeated the point of being out and would undoubtedly evoke the drones’ ire. He was supposed to be raking in bits to supplement his meager income from the School, so his hosts had put him to work doing the only thing he was good at - being a cum-dumpster. As he slipped the occasional glance at the cat-bird’s cock, wondering how it would feel, he felt a bead of sweat roll down his temple.

“Shit better be worth it,” Falke huffed, lifting a wing and tossing a small leather sack to the ground between them. “How’s about you warm me up first.”

Trotting forward, Sunburst lifted the pouch, tallied the coins, and scrunched his snout. There were only sixty bits in the bag, ten less than what he should be getting paid for a bout of oral and anal, though he hesitated to make an issue out of it. He’d heard that it wasn’t uncommon for whores to get roughed up on the streets, and the griffon was nearly triple his size, so he made the tactical decision to leave the matter be.

As he set the payment aside, atop a trash can, he scanned his surroundings and pointed to an empty apple crate. “If it’s all the same to you, how about you have a seat and make yourself comfortable.”

Falke peered over at the makeshift stool, shook his head, and walked over. Seating himself on the sturdy wooden box, his back and wings resting against the brick wall behind him, he spread his legs and let his semi-rigid cock hang between his thighs. “This better be worth it…”

Sunburst uneasily grinned and trotted over, slowing as he moved between his customer’s hind legs. Falke’s cock was, in a word, awe inspiring to look at up close, but the smell - sweet, merciful Celestia, the musk radiating from the griffon’s loins was intoxicating. The aroma was like distilled masculinity, heady and alluring, and he had to restrain himself from burying his snout in the stud’s groin.

Lifting a forehoof and gently caressing the cat-bird’s shaft, feeling the heat radiating through his frog, he faltered when he heard an annoyed snort from above him. “I…is everything alright?”

“You’re a unicorn, ain’t ya? Why ain’t you usin’ your magic?” Falke groused, his eyes studying the femcolt’s horn.

“Oh - uh - I am a unicorn, but…” he trailed off, choosing his words carefully. “My coltfriend is picky about me using my magic.”

“Coltfriend - Hah,” the griffon guffawed. “You ain’t got no fuckin’ coltfriend! I’m betting your daddy or master put your cute little ass out here on the street!”

Though he opened his mouth to reply, Sunburst remained silent for a moment. “H…how’d you know?”

“Because sissy bitches like you are all the same - you’re out here because you like to be used, you’re making bits for somepony, or both - speakin’ of bein’ used, you ever been rutted by a griffon before?”

“N…no,” Sunburst responded, feeling himself starting to blush.

“Well ain’t I a lucky rooster then,” Falke chuckled, reaching out and running a clawed digit over the pony’s cheek. “I hope you’re ready to be ruined for your coltfriend, because I’m gonna make good and damn sure a pony dick will never satisfy you again.”

Pre-cum leaked from Sunburst’s cage, he instinctively ground his thighs together, and his pucker winked and grasped at nothing, hearing the griffon’s promise. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little scared of his suitor, but his arousal from being called out, on top of being called a sissy bitch, fanned the flames of his burning lust. With a tense smirk splitting his muzzle, he turned his attention to Falke’s loins.

If this hadn’t been a job, he would have relished the experience by worshiping the stud’s package - unfortunately for him, that wasn’t the case. Any enjoyment he got from the exchange would be a byproduct, since he was getting paid to get Falke off, so he had to remain focused. Dipping his head and lifting the hunk’s length, angling the profound tool toward his face, he leaned in, closed his eyes, and wrapped his lips around the tapered tip of flesh.

The first thing to strike him was the heat of the griffon’s cock against his tongue. Compared to a drone, Falke’s endowment felt like it was on fire! As he lightly bobbed his head and mopped the sensitive underside of dick with his tongue, earning an approving sigh from his visitor, he was graced with his first taste of pre-cum.

He could only describe the flavor as potent, salty and the slightest bit bitter, yet it was far from unpleasant, the taste of a male - a real male. The assault on his senses was bittersweet, emphasizing just how far he was from being a proper stallion, and it spurred him onward. Groaning around the sweltering shaft, incrementally working the length to the back of his muzzle, he savored the sensation of the cock in his maw swelling to its full, staggeringly large size.

Cracking one eye and peering down Falke’s shaft, seeing he’d only managed to slip about a third of the length into his snout, he drew a deep breath to fill his lungs. It wouldn’t be long until he was throating the big, sexy bastard, and the last thing he needed was to end up blacking out from a lack of oxygen. Just as he steadied himself and attempted to relax, the griffon pushed himself away from the wall, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him forward.

“There we go,” Falke groaned, nearly hilting himself in the pony’s face. “Got a nice throat on you, Bitch.”

In the blink of an eye, Sunburst found himself kissing the griffon’s knot. His esophagus was plugged, he could feel his neck bulging outward, and he swore the tip of the stud’s shaft had reached his stomach, yet there was perilously little he could do. One saving grace from his time with the changelings was that they rarely took it easy on him, using and abusing him to suit their needs, so it wasn’t the first time he’d been choked on a cock before.

Knowing just what to do, he balanced on three legs, reached out, and fondled Falke’s big, meaty balls. If the cat-bird wanted to take an active role and fuck his face, that suited him just fine - after all, that meant less work for him. Sure enough, having taken the hint, the raptor slipped from his perch and draped himself over him.

As Falke rolled his hips back, freeing a fraction of his shaft, he growled. “Hope you’re good at holding your breath, Colt.”

Sunburst’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, as the griffon began savagely plowing his face. The sensation of the soft barbs on the griffon’s cock felt odd, like soft little nubs swabbing his throat, and they added an entirely novel layer to the exotic exchange. With his head twisted ever so slightly to the side, ensuring his useless horn didn’t accidentally poke the stud’s belly, he imagined just how astounding it would be when he was properly mounted by his suitor.

He wasn’t there to have fun, but it was impossible for him not to enjoy himself - if only slightly. There he was, dressed up like a slut, with what had to be a foot of griffon dick plunging in and out of his muzzle - all while in an alleyway where anypony could see them. What would he do if somepony stumbled on them? Would any passersby mistake him for a mare? How would he explain this to the royal guards if he got caught? The stress and excitement mingled, elevating the experience to unbelievable heights, while the feathered stud continued humping away.

Seconds slipped by, moving into a minute or more, until the sensation of his burning lungs and pounding heart brought him back to the present. As he lifted a forehoof and patted the griffon’s hip, signaling his customer that he needed to breathe, Falke didn’t slow. It wasn’t until he heard an ominous chuckle from above, understanding that his suitor had no intention of stopping, did he start to panic.

Even with as much training as he had, he couldn’t go without oxygen indefinitely. Attempting to step back and free his airway, he was stopped by the avian’s powerful wings and forelegs. His thoughts raced, his pulse quickened, and his vision started to tunnel, all while the griffon continued thrusting into his muzzle. He’d thought things had been going smoothly, that he’d be able to earn some bits without much trouble - he’d thought wrong.

With his legs wobbling beneath him, the world fading away, he was spared at the last possible instant from passing out. Just as quickly as he’d begun, Falke hopped back and unceremoniously unsheathed from his airway. The second the titanic shaft was freed from his aching gullet, he scrambled back and pawed at his neck, coughing spittle and pre-cum to the cobblestone beneath him.

“Oh quit your whining,” Falke dismissively groaned, waving a wing. “Don’t act like you don’t like this kinda thing.”

Sunburst wiped the tears from his face and squinted at the ground, looking for the glasses which had been knocked off his face. “You didn’t have to be rude…”

“See, that’s the difference between us,” the griffon continued, plucking the spectacles from the alley and setting them beside the sack of bits. “There’s a pecking order in this world, and bitches like you are at the bottom - oh don’t give me that look,” he grunted, rolling his eyes as the femcolt shot him a wounded look. “You deserve to be treated like this because you like to be treated like this ~ don’t you?”

The cage about Sunburst’s meager endowment seemed to tighten, as he was struck by the stud’s words. He’d been leaking thin, watery pre-cum ever since he saw the hunk’s equipment, the servile parts of his mind having activated, and he wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if his customer had noticed it. Unsure of what to say or do, more turned on than he cared to admit, he watched a cruel smirk split the griffon’s beak.

“How about you be a good little sissy for me ~ turn around, bend over, and raise those marish hips while you beg me to fuck your brains out,” Falke snickered.

Without so much as questioning the request, Sunburst steadily wheeled around and did as he’d been asked. He couldn’t explain why, but the demeaning sense of superiority Falke bore sent shivers up his spine - even if he was a little bit scared. With his chest pressed to the cold, unyielding ground, spreading his hind legs ever so slightly, he flicked his short-cropped tail to the side and expectantly peeked back.

“Good filly,” Falke coolly remarked, stepping forward and over the femcolt. With a buck of his hips, he sent his rigid tool between the pony’s thighs and against Sunburst’s chastity cage. “Look at that and tell me this isn’t right.”

Sunburst pushed himself up just enough to peer down his chest. The sight of the griffon’s cock against his chaste, pathetic package and coin purse was downright sad. If he hadn’t known better, he could have sworn he was looking at a little, silvery clit nestled against the long, barbed, thick slab of meat. Hearing his customer snort, he started, reassumed his servile position, and twisted his head to glance up at the stud’s face.

“Well?” Falke impatiently pressed.

“Y…yeah,” Sunburst murmured.

“That’s what I thought. That little cocklette of yours is just for decoration, that’s why your coltfriend or daddy or whoever the fuck locked you up put it on you. Now this,” he rumbled, swaying his hips forward and back to grind his length against the femcolt, “this is what a real dick looks like.”

Growing increasingly excited by the second, finding it harder and harder to think, Sunburst eagerly nodded. “You’re right.”

“Course I’m right!” Falke laughed, shuffling back and touching the head of his dick to the unicorn’s winking, drooling entrance. “Hope you’re ready for this, slut, because I’m gonna wreck this cunt of yours - now beg for it.”

“Please,” Sunburst whimpered, balancing on his shoulders as he reached back and pawed at his tush, “I need it!”

“And what are you?” the griffon pressed.

“I…I’m a useless sissy, a failure of a stallion, and my only use is to serve,” Sunburst mewled, frantically shaking his rump.

He couldn’t tell if Falke’s snort was in disgust or approval - regardless, the griffon stepped over his hips, locked him in place, and drove into his ass. It was all he could do to gasp, bolts of pleasure surging through his frame, as he was filled in one ruthless plunge. The heat - stars above, the heat that radiated through his core was unbelievable, nearly enough to make him climax on the spot, yet he wasn’t given any time to appreciate it. Still acclimating to the intrusion, he was drawn back as his lover withdrew then rammed forward by a second thrust.

His eyelids fluttered, saliva crept down to his chin, and a seemingly unending stream of pre-cum flowed from his chastity cage, as he rocked forward and back beneath Falke. To say the rutting felt good would be an understatement, so incredible was the experience. He could feel every detail along the griffon’s length, every barb, ridge, and vein, and it sent him into a blissful stupor. It was only then, hearing his marish moaning echoing down the alleyway, that he fully understood why he’d been sent out.

He’d wasted his life with studies, burying himself in research in an attempt to make a name for himself, and he’d denied who and what he truly was. Talon, be it from luck or shrewd intuition, had seen through his carefully crafted exterior, seen his desires, and molded him to fit his actual purpose. The revelation was almost enough to bring a tear to his eye, further cementing his dedication to the drone for showing him the light, but that could wait until later - for the time being, he had bits to earn.

Fighting through the rapturous haze, he tensed his legs and swung his ass back to meet the griffon’s bucking hips. He’d accommodated bigger dicks on a hoofful of occasions, and that wasn’t mentioning the times he’d been double-stuffed, so screwing himself on the stud was an issue of mind over matter - he didn’t mind ruining his backdoor more than it already was, and his own pleasure didn’t matter. Clamping down on the withdrawals while loosening up on the plunges, he milked the titan’s prodigious cock for all his worth.

“There ya’ - Mmmph - go,” Falke huffed, hastening his pace, “work my dick like you mean it.”

Sunburst gnawed his lip, doing everything that he could to concentrate. He knew himself well enough to realize he’d only be able to fend off a climax for so long, but that wasn’t about to stop him from doing his darnedest to get the griffon off. He’d been paid good bits, the immense length rearranging his insides bordered on godly, and he wanted - no, needed to earn a steaming load of the hunk’s seed.

Despite his best efforts, putting every ounce of his experience to task, his enthusiasm only got him so far; before he knew it, his pitiable motions were outstripped by Falke’s bestial zeal. Moaning with each thrust, the wind literally driven from his lungs, he clamped his hole round the stud’s pistoning shaft. As he teetered on the brink, taunted by the sweltering knot pounding against his entrance, the griffon snorted and gave one final, unstoppable plunge.

The sensation of the girthy bulb of flesh forcing its way inside him drove him past the brink, causing him to howl and dampen the ground with his impotent spunk, but that was just the beginning of his ecstasy. With each beat of the giant’s pounding heart, the knot plugging his ass swelled, crushing his prostate and driving what little jizz he had out of him. His eyes rolled back, the breath hitched in his throat, and for a fleeting moment he feared he may die of the raw, unadulterated pleasure, as he slipped unconscious.

He had no way to tell how long he’d remained passed out, but he awoke from a slap on his cheek. Shakily lifting his head and looking around in confusion, wondering what in the world had happened, he peered over and into Falke’s eye. The titan was still atop him, leaning over and peering at his face.

“I know you worked really hard to get this in ya’, but I’m gonna need this back,” the griffon muttered, moving in reverse.

Sunburst was dragged along the ground for a second, before the gargantuan knot was pulled from his backside. A deluge of spunk erupted from his ass, coursing over his coin purse, down his thighs, and pooling on the cobblestone, while he groaned. The cool night air against his gaped pucker was almost torturous, a stark contrast to the scorching rod which had been filling him moments prior, though he realized they couldn’t have stay tied forever.

Stepping around and bringing his colossal, cum-slathered length to bear, Falke smiled. “Lick it clean if you want a tip.”

Shivering from hoof to head, Sunburst pushed himself up and began dutifully licking his customer’s shaft. While he felt bad that he hadn’t found any new playmates for the drones, he took some consolation that he’d earned some cash. As he lapped at the slickened cock, the taste of seed and his ass washing over his taste buds, he had a thought - if he didn’t have much luck running into bottoms in this part of town, he may have better chances in a higher class neighborhood.

Blueblood

Keeping his eyes lowered and on the sidewalk, Blueblood numbly trotted along. There were a number of things that wore on his mind, but it was almost impossible for him to pick which one stressed him out the most. Glancing over for the umpteenth time, peeking at the hulking zebra walking just beside him, he timidly smiled.

He never would have thought he’d wind up voluntarily going through a seedy part of town, all while gussied up like some lowly prostitute, but that’s exactly the direction his life had taken. Though he wished he could blame somepony for his predicament, the circumstances in which he found himself were nopony’s fault but his own. With a heavy sigh, catching a glimpse in one of the closed storefronts he passed, he slowed and looked at himself.

If he hadn’t known better, he could have sworn he was looking at somepony else. His long, luxurious mane was perfectly styled, makeup was expertly applied to his face, each of his hooves was painted, and a matching black tube top and form-fitting bikini clung to his supple frame. He could easily pass for a mare until he spoke - even then, on the increasingly rare occasions when he did say anything, his voice seemed softer and more lilting than it used to.

“Mmmmm,” a deep voice hummed, drawing the unicorn’s attention. “What’s wrong?”

Looking over, Blueblood shook his head. “N…no. I’m j…just nervous.”

Standing just within reach, an utterly titanic zebra loomed over him. The stallion was absolutely massive, making him look downright tiny in comparison, yet his warm features and sympathetic eyes gave him comfort. While the giant, striped equine could easily be mistaken for a personal guard of some sort, that was far from the case.

“Babe,” the stud sighed, closing the gap between them and sweetly caressing the femcolt’s face, “there’s no need to feel nervous. A pretty little thing like you should enjoy showing herself off, and it’s not like anypony will mess with you if I’m around, so what’s there to worry about?”

Blueblood’s pulse began to race, the corners of his lips turned up, and he felt his stallionhood struggle against its silver confines, as he drifted closer to the stallion. “Thanks, Eze…”

Grinning from ear to ear, the stud raised a foreleg and lifted the unicorn’s chin. “Ah ah -” he softly tutted, locking eyes with the pony, “what did I tell you about that.”

“S…sorry, Daddy,” Blueblood hastily corrected.

“That’s better,” Eze noted, giving a small nod as he turned away. “Come on, the club isn’t far from here.”

Scampering up to and beside the colossus, shivering as he inhaled the zebra’s natural scent, Blueblood’s thought back to what had brought him to this moment. Nearly a month ago, as he’d been on his way back from a formal wine tasting event, he’d almost literally stumbled upon a mysterious creature. He’d initially thought the fiery-maned and exquisitely slatternly unicorn had been lost or possibly on her way back from visiting somepony in his part of town, yet that had been far from the truth.

The pony he’d encountered was named Sunburst and in spite of looking like a mare he was anything but. After a very short introduction, having apologized for nearly bumping into the odd little unicorn, the strumpet had brazenly solicited him for sex!Though he’d had next to no interest in doing anything even remotely amorous with the whore, the unexpected encounter did give him an opportunity to learn about something that had held his curiosity for years.

Offering to pay the femcolt for an interview, claiming he was working on some research, he’d brought Sunburst back to his home, made them some tea, and launched into a discussion about sissies. As a Prince and member of the aristocracy, he had certain expectations placed upon him - expectations that could be detrimental at times. It would be unthinkable for a stately stallion to be fascinated with the concept of crossdressing and serving a stallion, let alone a non-unicorn, but he had no control over his impulses. As he had chatted with his guest, growing increasingly excited to actually meet somepony who was living out his fantasy, his arousal eventually got the better of him.

It hadn’t taken long for Sunburst to notice his stallionhood, yet he hadn’t been bothered in the slightest - in fact, he’d been amused with his reaction. Having placed his tea down on the table, he’d leaned back in his chair, spread his hind legs, and shown off the chastity cage locked to his meager endowment, as he’d explained how similar they were. Though the pair were different in a whole host of ways, they shared rather taboo tastes.

He had hung on his guest’s every word, practically salivating as he was regaled with stories about a group of changelings and their lecherous little hive. If he hadn’t been a royal, he would have accompanied Sunburst back to the manor that very instant and demanded such treatment - regrettably, that would have been impossible. Even with the little hive situated outside Ponyville, some distance away from his home, there was a very real chance he’d be recognized and questioned by somepony.

As he’d gradually slumped in his chair, realizing his dreams would remain dreams and dreams alone, Sunburst had made him an offer. If he couldn’t travel to the changelings, perhaps there was a chance the changelings could travel to him. The love-bugs could use their metamorphic abilities and easily slip into Canterlot to pay him a visit, if nothing else than for a single night, so he’d instantly agreed to the proposal.

Sunburst had seemed just as, if not more pleased with the plan than he had been, and returned two days later with Talon, the leader of the sinful shapeshifters. Blueblood had been a bit nervous to meet an unreformed changeling, but he’d tamped down his apprehension and done what he could to be a gracious host for the parasite - not purely out of fear but because he yearned to be used by a big, strong stud. The good news was, once he’d confessed his perverse proclivities, the drone had agreed to make his dreams a reality - the bad news was there was a price.

If Blueblood wanted to be dominated by the drones, he had to prove it. He’d been given four weeks to work on his figure, acquire a wardrobe, and go on a date. The task had seemed easy enough, if not a little embarrassing, yet there’d been one additional stipulation that he’d been completely unprepared for. He couldn’t go on a date with a pony - no, he had to go on a date with a zebra. Though he’d balked at the condition, finding the primitive, striped creatures boorish and beneath him, he’d reluctantly agreed, shaken Talon’s hoof, and seen his guests out.

Practicing his makeup skills, altering his appearance with potions, and buying some tight-fitting, marish attire had been easy, but finding a date - sweet Celestia, finding a date that fit the bill had been downright impossible. He wasn’t even sure if zebras could read, let alone advertise their romantic pursuits, so he quickly found himself at an impasse - mercifully for him, he got some help from an unlikely source. Either out of pity, compassion, or some combination of the two, Sunburst had found him a prospective suitor.

Though he’d only met Eze a few days ago, he didn’t think he’d ever forget their first encounter. Nearly double his height and triple his mass, heaped with slabs of toned muscle, the banded stallion had appeared at his door one evening, introduced himself, and immediately began hitting on him. His largest concern about the encounter was that, even though he’d intentionally presented himself like a mare, he wasn’t one - a fear which proved wholly unnecessary.

Not only had Eze been aware that he was a stallion but that was evidently one of the primary reasons the big lug had agreed to take him out! Their first date had been, in a word, perfect; they’d gone out for a light meal, talked for hours, and he’d even managed to score a kiss before they parted ways! He was loath to admit it, but that fateful encounter had eroded a great many of his preconceptions about Zebricans.

Their second and third outings went much the same, although things took a turn on their fourth date. Barely able to control himself, having grown increasingly smitten with the stud, he’d invited Eze back to his home. Zebra or not, the glorious bastard was everything he could have wished for. The stallion was tall, handsome, and quite the smooth talker, not to mention he was attracted to femcolts like himself - in short, by the time they’d made it into his bedroom, he practically flung himself at the hunk.

Sex with Eze had easily been the best he’d ever had, there was no other way to put it. The stud had done things with him - to him, that defied explanation - sure he’d been walking funny for a few days, but having a sore ass had been a small price to pay for the mind-boggling orgasms he’d been given. Things couldn’t have been better, he’d successfully hit things off with a zebra, he’d managed to feminize himself, and he was fully prepared to submit himself to the den of changelings - that was until fate threw him a curve ball.

The only way he could prove he was dating a Zebrican native was to introduce Eze to the drones, and the only way to do that would be to bring his budding paramour to Ponyville. While the task should have been simple, an easy teleport to and short walk from the remote town, his stud had made a small request; before they made the journey out of Canterlot, he had to go out to a club - a zebra club. Until that point, all their meetings had been relatively low-key, consisting of visits to unobtrusive, less popular venues, so the idea of going to a bustling place set his nerves on edge.

His nature made romance a tricky thing. On one hoof, it wasn’t terribly uncommon for stallions to embrace their marish side whilst in public - on the other, his family and the Canterlot elite would be less than pleased if one of their own was wantonly traipsing out and about in such a shameful manner. Going on dates was all well and good, especially if he didn’t do anything to draw attention to himself, but going to an honest to goodness nightclub was a different matter entirely - nevertheless, he’d hesitantly agreed.

“I can’t wait to show you off,” Eze chuckled.

With a start, Blueblood glanced over to find the stud lagging behind him. “What?”

“A couple of my buddies are dying to meet you,” the zebra clarified, hungrily eyeing the femcolt’s tush. “You really shouldn’t be so shy; you’re cute as a button, any real stallion would be happy to have you, and that ass - Mmmmph…” he trailed off, reaching out and nonchalantly running a forehoof up his date’s thigh.

Blueblood swallowed hard, finding himself torn. If he hadn’t been a royal, none of this would be a problem; he would have gone wherever the stud wanted, wearing whatever the stud wanted, and wouldn’t have cared less. As things were, he was left to hope he wasn’t being brought somewhere too conspicuous or crowded.

As Eze took the lead, reigning in his affectionate impulses, he followed along and wondered exactly where they were headed. It was very rare for him to go to this part of town, and it wasn’t like he’d ever had much of a nightlife for himself, so he was effectively going in blind. Rounding a corner and seeing him point to an inconspicuous stairwell leading to the basement of a nondescript building, he was even more confused than ever.

Looking both ways and crossing the street, Eze smiled over his shoulder at his date. “She might not look like much, but I’m sure you’ll love the place.”

“Really?” Blueblood murmured, uneasily grinning up at him.

“Oh yeah, for sure,” the stud smugly responded. “Remember how I said Zebricans like cute little sissies like you?” he asked, earning a nod from the femcolt. “Well this is a place for ponies like us - alpha studs like me and adorable little things like you.”

Giving a small nod, Blueblood kept quiet as his towering stallion led him down the stairs and through the front door to the establishment. He understood what Eze had meant the moment he stepped inside. The establishment was absolutely brimming with zebras, nearly three dozen as far as he could tell, and what few ponies he spotted were all adorned in extremely immodest outfits.

“Hey,” Eze began, catching his date’s attention, “you see that table over there?” Nodding to a table sat in the far corner, he shifted and waved a forehoof at the opposite end of the club. “How about you go get us some drinks then join me over there.”

The unicorn paused and scrunched his snout. “I’m not much of a drinker though.”

The zebra rolled his eyes and smirked, already moving away from his lover. “Trust me, it’ll help you relax. I’ll see you shortly.”

Abandoned by the entryway, Blueblood gave himself a moment to drink in the atmosphere. Though he’d only been inside for mere seconds, he quickly realized what sort of place he’d been brought to. A catwalk at the back of the cavernous chamber led to a dais in the center of the floor, music thumped from a number of speakers, and the exotic, unmistakable scent of zebra stallions filled his sinuses, while a number of the banded equines eyed him; it was equal parts thrilling and alien, leaving him both flustered and more nervous than ever.

Collecting himself as quickly as he could, feeling vulnerable without his beefy coltfriend by his side, he trotted to the bar. Not a single one of the zebras he passed said a thing to him, though he could swear he heard a few passing, very provocative remarks as he weaved his way through the crowd. A part of him was glad he was left unmolested, but another, far more lecherous portion of himself reveled in the attention he was getting.

“E…excuse me,” he stammered, reaching the bar and lifting and waving a foreleg at a short, svelte pegasus serving drinks, “I’d like to make an order.”

She paused and quirked a brow, drawing nearer to him. “Sure ~ what’ll ya have?”

Opening his mouth to reply, Blueblood only then realized Eze hadn’t mentioned what he’d wanted to drink. “Well - um - perhaps you could help me out. My coltfriend is from Zebrica, so I suppose I’ll take a popular beverage from those parts for him; as for myself, do you have any recommendations?”

The pegasus rubbed her chin and slowly wheeled around, peering up at the assortment of bottles lining the wall. “I’d say a pint of banana beer would probably be the best bet for your coltfriend, but for you…” she hummed, flitting up and plucking a decanter from the rows of beverages, “I got a cocktail that you may like. Give me just a second.”

Blueblood anxiously smiled, tearing his eyes off her as he fished a few bits from a pocket in his skirt. He could scarcely believe it - the cute, demure pegasus tending the bar wasn’t a mare at all. Like himself, the pony wore a little chastity cage around his package and sported a downright obscene getup. Sliding a hoofful of bits onto the polished surface, mutely speculating if she had a coltfriend of her own, he was served his drinks in a matter of moments.

As he reversed course and strolled through the club, trying and failing to ignore the lustful looks and sinful whispers from around him, his pulse quickened. He’d never gone without, having access to nearly limitless resources and the power that came from his position, yet he wondered how different his life would have been if he hadn’t been shouldered with his title. If he ever did lose his wealth, he took some solace that he might be able to get a job at a similar establishment.

Simply imagining what it would be like to work in the club, surrounded and undoubtedly hit on by countless numbers of big, strong, masculine stallions, caused him to tingle all over. There was no way that the ponies in attendance wouldn’t be getting positively ravaged before the night was out, and he certainly hoped he’d be amongst those getting a steaming load of seed pumped down his throat or into his ass. Lost to his imaginings, magically carrying the beer and martini glass with his magic, he reached his coltfriend’s table in what felt like no time at all.

“There she is,” Eze announced, patting an empty chair beside himself. “This is the mare I told you about.”

Hopping into the seat, Blueblood sat the drinks down before himself and his lover. “H…hello…” he mumbled, looking over at a trio of stallions that rivaled Eze’s size and build.

Having just taken a sip from his drink, he was pulled to the side and abruptly kissed by his mate. The affectionate gesture caught him completely off guard, causing him to start, but his surprise only lasted for a split second. His eyes drifted closed, he softly moaned into the stud’s muzzle, and he felt a warm dribble of pre-cum leak down to his balls, as he submitted to his coltfriend’s passion.

“You were not kidding about her,” one of the stallions chuckled, bringing an end to the pair’s impromptu makeout session.

“Yeah,” a second added, leaning to the side to check out her flank. “Hey, hot stuff, you gonna show off for us or are you just gonna suck face with your stud all night?”

“Show off?” Blueblood repeated, looking to his coltfriend in confusion.

Eze shrugged and snickered, waving to the stage and walkway that split the club nearly in half. “You don’t have to, but I’m sure it’d boost your confidence a little.”

Blueblood knit his brow and eyed the platform. “I don’t know…”

As fun as it would be to have an audience admire him, he had his career and name to consider - still, it was an enticing offer. He’d spent a fair bit of time and a good many bits making himself look as marish as possible, going so far as to practice moving in a more feminine way, so some acknowledgement for his hard work would be appreciated. Taking another draught from the fruity beverage, feeling a subtle warmth radiate from his belly, he peeked over when his lover’s hoof drifted down his back and to his tush.

“Just so you know, what happens in this club stays in this club,” Eze remarked. “This is a place for my people, so you wouldn’t have anything to worry about - plus look around,” he continued, motioning over to the side, “it’s not like you’d be the only pony enjoying yourself.”

Following the stud’s gaze, Blueblood’s jaw nearly hit the floor. He hadn’t noticed it earlier, but there was a slender earth pony practically choking himself on a zebra at a nearby booth. Bobbing and torquing his head, squatting on the floor with his prick bobbing and leaking to the floor, the pony shamelessly throated the large stallion’s length without a care in the world.

The depraved sight struck a chord, reminding him once again of all the things his stately status had caused him to miss. He loved his family, he really did, yet they’d steered his actions for as long as he could remember. Opportunities had slipped through his hooves in the past, things that he would always look back on and regret not doing, and he needed to break the cycle.

Pushing himself away from the table, he slipped to the floor. “You know what, buck it. What do I have to do?”

“Go wait by the stage,” Eze chirped, easing himself from his seat. “I’ll go let the DJ know that you’re gonna put on a show - don’t worry, I’ll be right there with you.”

Blueblood nodded and made a beeline to the dais, as his mate rushed off to make the arrangements. He was sick and tired of catering his actions to please others, acting how he was supposed to act, but that was going to end tonight. As he approached the stairs, hearing the music from overhead come to a stop, the lights around him dimmed.

“Mares and gentlecolts, it seems like we’re going to have a performance tonight! Put your hooves together for Princess Debutante!” the announcer blared.

Struggling not to grin like an imbecile, Blueblood instantly understood what his lover had done. He’d confided with Eze about his concerns on a number of occasions, being open about what would happen to him if his lecherous secrets were revealed, so he was ecstatic to hear he’d been given an alias. Swaying his hips, moving at an unhurried pace, he strutted up onto the stage and under the spotlight.

The second he stepped onto the center of the platform, he broadly smiled. Dignified circumstances or not, he’d always been quite comfortable in front of a crowd - that being said, this was not like the august dinners or ceremonies he’d attended at the Canterlot castle. Slowly exhaling and closing his eyes, he spun on a back hoof, threw his head back, and twirled in place.

While he was far from a stripper, he’d attended enough ballet classes as a colt to have some grasp of putting on a show. He wasn’t as small as most mares, but regular exercise and yoga, as well as the various positions Eze had put him in in the bedroom, had left him remarkably limber for a stallion. As he executed a flawless fouetté, revealing his cage and pillowy backside, the room instantly exploded.

The adulation from the onlookers stirred emotions in him he’d never felt before. He felt beautiful, elegant, and sexy as all get-out, but, above all else, he felt at peace. It was only at that moment that he understood that this was where he belonged, entertaining real stallions in any way he could, and that revelation filled him with colt-like glee. Growing more bold with every passing second, shaking his ass and enticingly gyrating his hips, he worked the crowd into a frenzy.

He couldn’t say if he’d danced for minutes or days, basking in the zebras adoration, yet things came to an end before they felt like they’d truly begun. Pressing his chest to the platform and raising his waist, he flicked his tail to the side, reached back, pulled his buns apart, and felt something bump against his rump. The surprising sensation of something or someone pressing against him shattered his reverie and caused him to peek over his shoulder.

“Why so surprised ~” Eze rumbled, his voice like boulders cascading down a mountainside, “I thought I said I’d join you?”

Looking past his coltfriend’s face and to the dangling, midnight-black length gradually swelling beneath the stud, Blueblood’s heart skipped a beat. He’d been impressed with himself for summoning the courage to perform, but the sight of his lover’s gargantuan endowment chipped away at his reservations. He’d already shown himself off, going so far as to display the plump, darkened pucker and chastity cage, so would it really be that bad if he made his solo a duet?

Shifting and crawling toward his mate, his mouth beginning to water, he was stopped as Eze held up a hoof. Remaining where he was, looking up at his lover’s smug expression in confusion, the stud slowly turned and faced away. Seeing the titan’s striped hindquarters, weighty nuts, and pulsing backdoor, he drew his tongue over his lips.

Crossdressing had been a well-kept secret of his for ages, but that was far from the most degenerate obsession he had. Shameful though it was, he’d always - always had a weakness for stallion ass. Something about a muscular rear, preferably with a pair of fat balls, got him worked up like few things did, so seeing his coltfriend’s big, sweaty bottom struck a ruinous blow against his timidity.

Ignoring the spectators’ excitement, he pushed himself up on his forehooves, leaned his head back, and dove his snout into Eze’s immaculately presented tush. The musk which filled his nostrils, the salty, bitter flavor on his tongue, and his view or lack thereof stoked the fires of his lust into a raging inferno. Audience or not, his concerns were reduced to one thing and one thing only - making out with the zebra’s behind.

Though he could compose himself in front of nearly anypony, through all manner of circumstances which may have shaken others, he wasn’t without his weaknesses. He was quite fond of sucking cock, he savored the sensation of a thick cock in his ass, but he absolutely loved rimming beefy studs. Sunburst had guessed his admittedly ignominious penchant stemmed from his noble background, having something to do with a fetishistic desire to be demeaned, and he wasn’t wrong. Something about performing the debased act never failed to get him worked up, in spite of his high societal standing.

“That’s right,” Eze softly growled, rocking back and grinding his rear against the unicorn’s face, “I want to feel you sucking on my hole.”

As he ran his tongue around the thick ring of flesh, Blueblood’s eyes rolled back. It was hard to think that he, a distinguished noble from a long, illustrious line of unicorns, would so eagerly defile himself - then again, that was part of the appeal. Royal or not, this was where inferior stallions like him belonged. His hips began to spontaneously buck, sending ropes of pre-cum slinging to the floor, while his mind slipped into a haze.

He could have stayed where he was for ages, yet it wasn’t meant to be. Sensing the stud shift and step forward, leaving a strand of saliva connecting him to his mate’s pucker, he opened his eyes. The cleft of Eze’s tush was smeared with his makeup and lipstick, letting him know he had to look like an absolute mess, but the titan wasn’t about to let him get cleaned up.

Turning to face him, Eze lifted and spun a hoof. “Face down, ass up. When I said I wanted to show you off, I wasn’t joking,” he grunted. The pony instantly complied with his orders, shuffling around and bracing his hind legs, and he smirked because of it. “That’s right, raise those marish hips of yours.”

Blueblood kept one eye over his shoulder, watching his lover rear back and mount him. The weight on his back, the hooves digging into his upper thighs, the aroma of sweat and arousal wafting to his nose - each and every facet was incredible, but it was the sensation of his mate’s stallionhood kissing his pucker that ultimately broke him. Drawing a breath, he peered up at the zebra’s face.

“Do it,” he breathed, his voice no fainter than a whisper.

“Louder,” Eze sharply countered, his gaze sweeping the crowd. “I want them to hear you.”

Looking out over the audience, seeing all the excited, expectant faces, Blueblood gulped. He wanted it - sweet, merciful Celestia, he wanted to get plowed so bad, but the reminder that he had dozens of eyes on him gave him a moment for pause. While he’d looked pretty lascivious when he’d entered the club, now he must have looked like a total cock-slut. Everypony in attendance had seen his cage, watched him feast on his stud’s ass, and he’d presented himself without a second’s thought, although there was one last step to his little exhibition.

“Please,” he lamented, wantonly shaking his tush and reaching between his legs to paw at his winking, needy hole, “fuck me!”

Eze beamed and drove his hips forward, sinking his considerable length into him. The sensation was divine, sending a gout of pre from his chaste prick, as he quietly whimpered and tried to stay relaxed. Even though he’d been mounted and screwed by the adonic zebra on several occasions, the feeling of having something nearly as big as his leg crammed into his ass was more than a little intense.

Feeling his mate bottom out, his coin purse utterly dwarfed by the stud’s prolific, weighty balls, he was given next to no time to relax. His body was hauled back by Eze’s withdrawal, nearly setting him off balance, before he was sent careening forward by the stallion’s first true thrust. A shuddering gasp escaped him, as he was driven to the very brink of what he could endure in an instant.

Falling into steady rhythm, Eze draped himself on the unicorn’s back and reached downward. “Gimme your leg.”

Blueblood unquestioningly hiked his hind leg, allowing the stud atop him to grab his fetlock and wrenched it upward. His startled yelp was completely drowned out by the din of the spectators, as his dripping, caged colthood was put on full display. It was a motifying turn of events, humiliating beyond belief, yet the combination of his distress and arousal was thrilling beyond belief.

“Tighten up, Slut,” Eze commanded, hammering into the femcolt, “show everypony how you milk my dick.”

“Y…yes, Daddy,” Blueblood mewled, rhythmically clenching and relaxing his stuffed hole.

As appealing as it would be to keep his head turned to watch Eze rutting him, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the crowd. The way the zebras longingly eyed him, with the few ponies in attendance jealousy gawking, he was pushed closer and closer to his limit. On the very cusp of release, lurching forward with each of his mate’s plunges, he was snapped from his blissful daze by a bright flash.

He scanned the club in a panic with a sudden tightness in his chest, and the blood in his veins turned to ice. Though the zebra leveling a camera at him may have passed for any of his striped kin, he instantly knew that wasn’t the case. The subtle green flash in the stallion’s eyes, the bared fangs, and the twisted smirk sent a chill through him; he wasn’t looking at a Zebrican at all - he was looking at one of Talon’s cronies.

It was hard for him to pick them all out, but he spotted no fewer than three disguised changelings snapping pictures of him. The heady cocktail of dread and pleasure, realizing they were getting material that could ruin him, pushed him over the edge. With a euphoric wail, his p-spot absolutely crushed by Eze’s thick medial ring, he blew his load over the stage.

Uncaring of his climax, completely undeterred, Eze continued jackhammering into him. Even if he’d wanted to escape, he wouldn’t have been able to move. His strength was sapped, it was almost impossible for him to form a thought, and the pleasure his lover afforded were all-consuming, sending him into a feedback loop of ecstasy. By the time he sensed the stud beginning to peak, feeling the pistoning stallionhood within him flaring and throbbing wildly, he’d literally had every drop of impotent seed fucked out of him.

Unleashing a triumphant bellow, his lover hilted and claimed him for all to see. All he could do was wheeze and blubber uncontrollably, as his gut steadily swelled. It wasn’t the first time he’d effectively become a living condom for his lover, and it assuredly wouldn’t be the last, yet the experience never got old. By the time Eze was finished, panting and huffing on his back, he could easily be mistaken for an expectant mare.

“Smile,” Eze muttered, glancing over at one of the drones. “Your friends said they wanted to memorialize the occasion…”

Blueblood reflexively grinned, cum-drunk beyond all reasoning, as the changelings drew nearer and snapped a number of close-up shots. He was too exhausted to care, lost to his euphoria, though something told him his next meeting with Talon may come with a few additional conditions. As one of the shapeshifters extended a foreleg and brought a camera right to his groin, inches from his chastity cage and spasming, battered pucker, he weakly laughed. As long as he could continue to be used and abused by the zebra - his zebra, he’d be willing to do practically anything.

Filthy Rich

“Mmmph-mmmph-mmmph,” Filthy Rich continually groaned around the long, forked tongue in his muzzle, as the changeling beneath him pounded his ass from below.

As he lay supine atop one drone, while making out with a second impaled on his turgid length, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He wouldn’t deny that his lustful urges had always gotten the better of him, leading him to cheat on his wife with both mares and cute stallions, but being sandwiched between two lovebugs was a first - at least it had been roughly a month ago. What had started as an investigation into a supposed whorehouse had changed his life forever and he didn’t think there was any going back.

It all began one day in his shop, having overheard one of his customers mention getting a bit of action at the abandoned mansion outside of town. Ever the entrepreneur and philanderer, he’d casually struck up a conversation with the patron and discovered that there was a house of ill repute being manned by a small band of changelings on the outskirts of ponyville. He’d done his best to stay composed, warring against his excitement and his annoyance that anypony would dare open a business without his approval, and thanked the shopper for the helpful tip.

That evening, after he’d closed his doors, he’d set off to look into the matter. The Rich family was one of the oldest in Ponyville, and they’d always - always overseen any commerce in or around town. At the very least, if the hookers and whoever was overseeing them had some manners, he’d end up getting his dick wet - at worst, should his hoof be forced, he’d shut the place down or possibly orchestrate a hostile takeover. There was no way he could lose, or so he’d foolishly thought.

Having seen himself to and into the once derelict manor, he’d loudly announced himself, demanded to speak with the pony in charge, and been promptly ambushed by a gang of the parasites. He’d instantly feared for the worst, having heard all about how dangerous unreformed changelings could be, yet the drones hadn’t harmed him - no, they’d given him the time of his life. From sundown to sunup, he’d been treated to hedonistic delights he would never have dreamt of.

While he was no stranger to self-indulgent sexual pursuits, the drones had opened him up to an entire new world of depravity. Gradually submitting to their wiles, he’d fallen further and further down the rabbit hole. What started exclusively as him topping, railing the drones and their whores like the stud that he was, at some point shifted. Though he couldn’t put his hoof on exactly when things had taken a turn, he’d ended up being bent over and railed just as often as when he was the one topping.

Discovering that he actually enjoyed having a big, thick cock in his ass had been startling enough, yet that was far from the only thing that eventually changed. The more often he visited the brothel, the more often he was dosed with the changelings’ intoxicating venom - a fact which, at some point or another, began to alter his physique. He’d always been rather large and well-built, with a stallionhood that would and often did put many to shame, but it didn’t stay that way for long.

As time passed and his addiction to the shapeshifter’s particular brand of perversion grew, he’d started to notice subtle differences with himself. His toned muscles withered, his mane grew long and lustrous, and his masculine frame became sleek and shapely, ultimately leaving him as a trim, somewhat effeminate twink. He hadn’t been all that bothered by his new look, especially because his dick looked even bigger on his smaller body, so he’d continued his daily routines and increasingly frequent visits to the whore house as planned.

“Tighten up, Slut,” the drone beneath him growled, slapping his flank and shaking him from his thoughts.

With his muzzle full of tongue, he braced his hind hooves against the floor, constricted his stuffed backdoor, and jackhammered his hips. Each thrust drove his shaft into the drone straddling him and simultaneously worked the massive stallionhood in his shapely rump. He may have been a businesspony through and through, but he’d been toying with the idea of making a few bits on the side by selling himself at the bordello.

He’d had a few run-ins with clients who’d mistaken him for a whore, offering him cold hard cash to ruin their asses or to fuck his face, but he hadn’t taken any of them up on it. While he’d never been opposed to adding to his already substantial wealth, there were some lines he was reluctant to cross. Having fun on a nightly basis was one thing, although he’d rather avoid earning the disreputable title of prostitute for himself.

The few ponies in town who were aware of his proclivities had been paid off and silenced, and he’d do the same for anypony else who discovered his secret, so he wasn’t too concerned about the residents of Ponyville finding out about him. His appearance had been easy enough to dismiss, falsely claiming that he’d been visiting a Saddle Arabian spa for rejuvenation treatments, and Spoiled had long ago stopped questioning what he did in his free time, allowing him to act with virtual impunity. Rearing back and turning his head, he kissed the drone’s snout who was railing him.

“Getting close?” he cooed, licking his chops. “Gonna breed my slutty pony ass and make me cum in your friend?”

There was something delectably naughty about teasing the parasites, using their vices against him, but it wasn’t without risk. Spurned by having his kiss broken, the changing riding him leaned in and bit down on his collar. The familiar burning heat of venom coursing through his veins caused him to cry out in bliss, pushing him past the brink in the blink of an eye.

His backdoor spasmed, his legs trembled, and his stallionhood flared, as he was forced to climax. If he’d known just how potent changeling venom was years prior, he would have sought out the shapeshifting ne’er-do-wells ages ago - alas, he hadn’t discovered how intoxicatingly incredible drones could be until relatively recently. Wracked by ecstasy, his marish howl cutting through the air, his orgasm proved to be the tipping point for his pair of partners.

“F…fuck,” he groaned, relishing the sensation of hot cum flooding his depths, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.”

“It certainly seems that way,” a voice chuckled, drawing his attention over and to the door.

Standing just within the room, his green eyes twinkling in the dim light, stood Talon. As far as he could tell, the drone was somewhat of a ringleader, orchestrating affairs and ensuring the changelings’ operation went undetected, and he was the only changeling who refused to bottom from time to time. He awkwardly shifted in place, freeing himself from both shapeshifters to meet his host.

“Talon,” he hummed, uncaring of the cum leaking down his cock and from his ass, “finally decided to give my mare-breaker a shot?”

Talon glanced down at the pony’s semi-erect endowment and snorted. “Hardly, though I do have some good news. Here, take a look at this,” he noted, slipping a vial of glowing, harlequin-colored fluid from under his wing.

Turning the little bottle over, Filthy cocked his head. “Exactly what am I looking at?”

“Venom -” Talon replied, “specifically distilled and enhanced venom. Given how much you enjoy our company, I couldn’t think of a better pony to try it on.”

Filthy’s pucker reflexively seized, as the words sank in. “It’s untested?”

“For now,” the drone hummed, “but you’re going to fix that. If it works as intended, I may have a business offer for you.”

“Business you say?” Filthy snickered, his lust mingling with his avarice. “If that’s the case,” he continued, uncorking the vial and lifting it in salute, “cheers.”

He wasn’t at all worried that the changelings would do anything that would harm him. He was one of their regular customers, he’d brought them plenty of business, and to cross him would mean a swift and immediate reaction from the royal guards - simply put, their relationship was mutually beneficial for a number of reasons. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, he brought the bottle to his lips and downed the syrupy contents.

No sooner had the liquid flowed down his throat and into his stomach than he was stricken by a wave of euphoria like he had never known. Cognizant thought became a distant memory, he tingly all over, and he could swear his internal temperature spiked, as the elixir seized hold in an instant. He hadn’t been sure what to expect, falsely assuming it would take the enhanced venom to take effect, but it most certainly hadn’t been the heavenly and instantaneous effects accosting him.

“How’s it feel?” Talon flatly asked, narrowing his eyes over at the suddenly unsteady pony.

“I…it feels amashing,” Filthy slurred, speaking before he could think.

Talon glanced over his shoulder at the doorway behind him, before smiling broadly at the femcolt. “Good, because I have a few guests I’d like you to meet.”

Drawn by the sound of heavy hooffalls, Filthy peered past the drone and spotted an utterly massive diamond dog walking into the room. Tall, heavily muscled, and built like a tank, the towering canine loped closer with twisted, fanged grin plastered on his muzzle. His eyes danced over the beast’s frame, drinking in the toned build, before they settled on the loin cloth covering the newcomer’s groin.

“Filthy - Filthy, I need you to concentrate,” the changeling intoned, turning the pony’s snout to face him. “This is Rex,” he explained, waving back at the hulking creature beside him.

“Hi, Rex,” Filthy giggled, listing over and shamelessly burying his muzzle in the canine’s groin. “You smell good…”

“Hmmhmmhmm,” Rex chuckled, clutching the back of the ponies head and grinding Filthy’s face into his crotch. “Hope little pony likes the way it smells…”

“Rex,” Talon grumbled, shaking his head, “restrain yourself please.” Crossing to and forcing Filthy to face him, he stared at the femcolt’s face. “As for that business offer - I’m going to lend you to Rex here. He’ll make sure all your needs are fulfilled, while one of my drones disguises himself as you and manages your shop ~ how’s that sound?”

Filthy heard what the changeling had said, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off the growing swell beneath the canine’s loin cloth. “Uh-huh…”

A smirk crept across Talon’s face, as he glanced to Rex and nodded. “Show him what he’d be in for, I think we’ve teased him enough.”

Rex pulled at the knot holding his loincloth in place, allowing the garment to slip free and fall to the floor. “Hope you like knots, little pony…”

With his jaw nearly hitting the floor, Filthy stifled an excited whimper. He’d heard about diamond dogs and their somewhat unique endowment, but he’d never seen one in the flesh - that was until that moment. Slipping from the dark fur of its sheath, covered in brilliant, vein-lined flesh, the monster’s cock was - well, monstrous.

Patting the pony’s shoulder, Talon snickered. “Go ahead and introduce yourself.”

“H…hi,” Filthy murmured, his eyes never straying from the beast’s gradually swelling cock.

With a spear-like tip and a bulbous root that was nearly as big as a grapefruit, Rex’s tool seemed to be custom tailored to wreak devastation on any hole it found itself inside. He could practically imagine how it would feel sliding into him, smoothly penetrating his ass, before the fat base stretched and corked his hole. Downright giddy, unable to control his compulsions, he drifted over, buried his nose in the soft, sweaty fur between the giant’s cock and balls, and sharply inhaled.

The strong, heady musk hit him like a freight train, crumbling his already weakened composure and causing him to whorishly groan. Ponies smelled nice, changelings had an exotic aroma, but the canine’s bouquet was that of pure, animalistic masculinity. His mind went blank, his stallionhood excitedly slapped against his underbelly, and his tongue shot from his mouth, as he lifted his head and gave the big bastard a lick.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Talon flatly inquired, shaking the pony from his lust-crazed thoughts. “Our agreement? I’m afraid you won’t be able to play with Rex unless you sign this binding contract?”

A pang of fear struck Filthy, as his host’s statement sank in. Looking over, seeing the changeling levitating a piece of parchment and a pen over to him, he reluctantly shifted in place. He knew the shapeshifter had mentioned something about being lended to the canine, whatever that meant, and that one of the drones would act as his body double, but any other details were lost on him - not that he particularly cared. He snatched up the floating quill and scanned the document, his eagerness making it impossible for him to decipher the specifics, and signed the unfurled scroll.

“T…there,” he stammered, flicking the parchment back at the shapeshifter, “now can I -”

“Yes,” Talon interrupted, neatly rolling the scroll and wheeling around to leave, “now you can have your fun. “Tarsus, Fang,” he called over his shoulder, “make sure he enjoys himself. If he can walk out with his new owner, I’ll be disappointed in both of you.”

“Yes, Sir,” the pair of changelings responded in unison from the bed.

Filthy was only vaguely aware of the conversation, having turned his attention back to Rex. Trotting forward and rearing onto his hind legs, placing his forehooves on the canine’s broad hips, he stood and nonchalantly wrapped his lips around the tip of the wolf-like stud’s cock. The fragrance had been heavenly, more potent than any equine’s, but the taste - stars above, the taste of the beast’s tool was phenomenal.

The slick flesh against his tongue and tapered head easily slid into his muzzle and down his throat, as he enthusiastically began bobbing his head. Aside from having the biggest dick he’d ever had down his gullet, Rex was the perfect mix of brutish and novel. He closed his eyes and filled his lungs, forcing his head downward as he tested his oral skills.

Inch after inch of shaft plunged into his esophagus, causing his throat to bulge outward, until his lips kissed the knot at the bottom of the canine’s length. His battered pucker winked and angrily clenched upon itself, upset that it wasn’t filled, while he fruitlessly tried to jam the fleshy bulb into his maw. It wasn’t that he wanted to fit the entire cock into his muzzle - he needed to.

He grew increasingly frustrated, his lungs steadily starting to burn from a lack of air, until he was struck with an idea. Even if he couldn’t hilt the diamond dog’s dick in his snout by himself, there was a way he could practically guarantee to get what he wanted. Rearing back and unsheathing the saliva-streaked shaft, he scrunched his snout and peered up at Rex’s face.

“Give me a second,” he whispered, hopping back and trotting over to the bed. He waved at the duo of lounging changelings, needing a bit of room to pull off his plan. “Move over.”

Tarsus and Fang looked to one another, shrugged, then did as asked, parting and leaving the center of the mattress completely vacant for him. As he hopped up and onto the padded surface, unable to fight back his smile, he spun around and beckoned the titan over. He may not have been able to fully choke himself on the canine, but he felt certain his new friend would be willing to lend him a helping claw.

Easing himself down and rolling onto his back, draping his head over the side of the bed, he expectantly opened his mouth and lolled out his tongue. “How about you come over here and bury that bone in my throat.”

“Hmmmph,” Rex approvingly grunted, lumbering over and clutching the base of his shaft. “Bugs warm pony up for me.”

Tracking the bobbing, gargantuan cock drawing nearer and nearer, Filthy helped when something warm dove between his thighs. He lifted his head and peered down his chest, past his rigid stallionhood, and spied one of the drones wriggling between his thighs. It was almost laughable that Rex insisted he get warmed up, considering he’d been plowed twice that afternoon already - that said, he wasn’t going to complain about his ass getting eaten.

As if the pot needed to be sweetened, seconds from having his throat swabbed by the burly canine, the second changeling pushed himself up and started sucking him off. Being rimmed, blown, and about to get his face fucked? Oh yeah, on top of the venom-fuelled thrill elevating his sensitivity by an order of magnitude, the evening couldn’t get more perfect! Extending his forelegs and pawing at Rex’s big, heavy balls, his mouth was steadily filled with sweltering dog dick.

“Hope pony - Grrrrr - can hold his breath,” Rex snarled.

The beast steadied himself, grabbed the femcolt’s shoulders, and thrust his hips. The sheer force of the plunge was unstoppable, only slowing for a fleeting second when the knot was shoved into Filthy’s muzzle. He gave a contented sigh, leaving the entirety of his length entombed for a moment, before pulling back and freeing the massive base of his shaft with an all but audible pop.

“Knoph phuk mpphi - Mmmmph!” Filthy’s attempt to provoke the canine ended with a choked gag, as the giant set to rutting his snout.

Rex’s thick, clawed fingers wrapped around his throat, choking him further, while pistoned in and out of his gullet. He couldn’t have breathed even if he hadn’t been getting throttled, his airway packed to the brim with the canine’s tool, yet that detail barely registered. As inexplicable as it was, it felt like his mouth, tongue, and even his throat had been transformed into erogenous zones.

Changeling venom always made him feel great, heightening his senses and elevating his lust into the stratosphere, but this - this was far better than the toxin he was typically dosed with. Even if he hadn’t been getting sucked off, he felt like he may be able to cum from getting his face rutted - be that as it may, the two-pronged attack from Tarsis and Fang overwhelmed him with pleasure. Trapped between the pair of drones and the diamond dog, lovingly kneading the lupine stud’s nuts, he surrendered to his preternatural bliss.

He always relished the attention from those who were less important than himself, be it in his home, at his shop, or in the whorehouse, and this time was no different. His impressive stallionhood and even more impressive affluence practically demanded that those around him give him the respect he deserved. It didn’t matter if he was wrecking somepony’s hole or having his ass pounded - regardless of the circumstances, there was a reason why he’d become so popular with the changelings.

Grunting and snarling, knot-fucking his muzzle and causing his jaw to strain, Rex used him like a sex toy - an experience he quickly grew to love. Though he’d always been quite an awe-inspiring stallion, he wouldn’t deny that he was pleased with the changes he’d suffered through. He’d lost a bit of muscle mass, and his roguish good looks had taken on delicate, marish traits, yet that was part of his newly acquired appeal.

His lungs heaved, spittle and pre-cum trailed down his face, and his stallionhood began to flare, as his lips mopped heavenly length abusing his maw. He’d swiftly realized he wouldn’t be able to withstand the assault for long, the lack of oxygen and overstimulation of his body trying his endurance beyond what he could bear, yet the last thing he’d expected was for the titan to abruptly stop and withdraw. The crimson shaft pulled from his snout, leaving him to gasp and cough, when Rex stepped back hauled his length free.

“Pony close?” Rex rumbled, quirking a brow.

Filthy falteringly lifted his head and peeked down at himself, realizing that the changelings had at some point stopped servicing him. Scrunching his snout, frustrated that he’d been brought to the very cusp of release, he rolled over. “Why’d you - Gah!”

Without any warning whatsoever, the canine leaned forward, grabbed his hind leg, and spun him around. Though the disorientation only lasted for a second, he quickly figured out what Rex was up to. With a fetlock in each hand, the beast spread his legs and pulled him to the edge of the mattress. As the imposing dog-dick came to rest on his groin, eclipsing his own endowment, he gnawed his lip.

Dragging his shaft forward and back against the squirming femcolt, Rex darkly chuckled. “Pony only cums when I say he can cum - now beg for it…”

“P…please,” Filthy sputtered, glancing from the sweltering cock against him to the canine’s face. “Please fuck me.”

“Hmmmph,” the diamond dog snorted, lifting his gaze toward the drones. “Put it on him.”

Twisting in place, Filthy felt something glide around his neck. He only got the barest glimpse of it, yet he immediately knew what he’d been adorned with - a collar. The accessory was demeaning, marking him as more of a pet or an object than the illustrious stallion that he was, but he couldn’t have cared less - not under the current circumstances. Flexing his abs and lifting his waist, he affixed the towering brute with his best come hither stare.

Rex’s lips curled over his glistening, sharp teeth, as he inched back and brought the tip of his cock to the femcolt’s needy hole. Slowly, moving with all the speed of a glacier, he drove his hips forward and slipped his length into his plaything, only stopping when the knot was tightly pressed to the pony’s pucker. Filthy wasn’t sure why the giant was suddenly taking things slow, unless the savage was trying to tease him, but noticed his abdomen.

He couldn’t say how he hadn’t noticed it before, but the imprint of Rex’s length was clearly visible from within his flat belly. Though he’d been well-aware that the hulking canine was exceptionally well-hung, having just had the immense tool rammed down his throat, he hadn’t realized exactly how big his partner was. The imprint of the diamond dog’s shaft was clearly visible, its head coming to just above his belly button, and the sight filled him with colt-like glee.

It wasn’t the first time he’d been able to see the results of something so large in his rump, and it would hardly be the last, yet the sight never failed to ratchet up his excitement. While he had met plenty of ponies, both slutty mares and submissive stallions, who wouldn’t dream of accommodating something so profound, he wasn’t most ponies. It may have been odd, but it took no small amount of satisfaction with how sexually verstile he was.

“What’s the matter,” he tittered, gazing up at the wolf-like behemoth’s face, “you scared to knot me?”

His flagrant taunt was dripping with hubris, knowing full-well that the gargantuan root could and likely would give him the stretch of a lifetime, though he wasn’t going to let that stop him. Clenching as Rex withdrew, fighting every inch of dick that was pulled from his ass, he watched the swell in his gut gradually disappear. So help him, if it was the last thing he did that night, he would end up tied to the big bastard.

Leaving only the very tip of his shaft within his clinging hole, Rex steadied himself, pulled his legs upward, and bucked his hips. The plunge crushed his prostate, sending a gout of pre-cum through his stallionhood and onto his chest. His eyes rolled, he writhed in the giant’s grasp, and a bolt of pleasure shot through him, while drool crept down his cheek. No doubt about it - stallionhoods were nice, but the canine’s equipment definitely had an appeal all its own.

Rex fell into a steady rhythm, his knot beating against the pony’s entrance with every thrust, and broadly smiled. “How pony like being my bitch?”

“It’s - Aaaahn - amazing,” Filthy groaned, caressing the imprint in his tummy.

It was true, he’d never experienced anything quite like it. Rex wasn’t just tall and strong, he was also hotter than hell - almost literally. Darned if he knew the diamond dog’s exact temperature, but the biped’s tool felt like it was toasting his insides. Continually clenching and relaxing his pucker, coaxing what seemed to be a never-ending stream of pre-cum from the beast’s endowment, he was beset by a host of erotic, wholly alien thoughts.

He’d been called a bitch plenty of times before, but this was the first time he actually felt like one. Though he couldn’t see it, what with it clasped around his neck, he could practically imagine the taboo and degrading word emblazoned on his choker. If his family, friends, and customers saw him in his current state, being plowed like a mare in heat by a simple-minded, degenerate barbarian, he’d be ruined, yet the idea was compelling nonetheless.

Though he’d tried to suppress it over the last few weeks, growing increasingly fond of being on the receiving side of things in bed, he’d secretly pined to be owned and subjugated by a creature like Rex. The notion of being used and abused, while appalling, appealed to a part of him he’d only recently discovered existed. Nearing his limit, inspired by his wanton imagination, he was distracted when he sensed the mattress shift.

The once-proud stallion looked to his left and right, watching Fang and Tarsis flank him, before he was set upon. One drone swung a leg over his head, straddling him and sitting on his face, while the other mounted and sheathed himself on his stallionhood. The blissful sensation of being teased moments prior was overshadowed by the unfathomable ecstasy of being suddenly ridden and fucked with a plump ass muzzling him.

He couldn’t tell which changeling was which, given that they were nearly identical, yet that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things - the only things that did matter was that he was in heaven. Effectively immobilized, he was powerless to stop the trio’s assault. His dick was milked, his insides were rearranged, and his tongue swirled around the silken backdoor against his lips, as Rex, Tarsis, and Fang had their way with him.

It took him a second to acclimate, but he quickly put himself to work. Bucking up and into one drone, while simultaneously crushing his prostate with the diamond dog’s shaft, he closed his eyes and french kissed the shapeshifter’s tush. As tempted as he was to lay there and bask in rapture, he couldn’t bring himself to take an inactive role. He was Filthy Rich, prize stud of the Rich family, and he’d be darned if he wasn’t going to at least try to pleasure his lovers.

While he’d fooled around with two partners at the same time on a number of occasions, juggling three was a different beast entirely. The way his lower half was effortlessly held aloft by Rex made moving almost impossible - still, he was far from powerless. His lecherous life had left him more than capable of fighting through his blissful haze to service the trio accosting him.

Rex was like a machine, ruthlessly pounding into him without a care in the world, and the drones were no slouches either. Try as he might, he found it more and more difficult to keep up with the trio. His battered pucker quivered, leaking cum from his depths, and his muzzle grew slick with saliva and sweat, as he lost control of himself. With his strength fleeing him, he limply swayed forward and back, rag-dolling from the carnal might of his amorous assailants.

Sadly, even with all his sexual experience, his resolve was tried and found wanting. As he moaned into one shapeshifter’s backside, while his stallionhood pulsed and flared within the other, he teetered on the brink. It took everything he had to hold himself back, willing himself not to come, yet his efforts crumbled when the giant gave a particularly hard thrust.

His hole flexed inward, struggling to hold back the thick base of Rex’s shaft, yet there was no stopping the indomitable plunge. He howled into the changeling’s backside, ravaged by a cocktail of pain-streaked ecstasy, as he was knotted. The pleasure was beyond description, bordering on the divine, and it instantly pushed him past the brink.

Trembling from hoof to head, the cum quite literally fucked out of him, he was consumed by his the nirvanic bliss of the most powerful climax he’d ever had. Though he couldn’t see a thing, blinded by the shapeshifter’s tush on his face, he felt the world closing in around him. His limbs went slack, his stallionhood pulsed with every shot of his load, and he nearly passed out, but that’s when it happened - a magma-like heat surging through his depths.

He knew in an instant that Rex had peaked, hearing the beast growling and grunting, yet he hadn’t been prepared for the exaltation it heralded. Amazing couldn’t begin to describe the sensation of being claimed and marked by the predatory creature, resulting in his climax doubling - no, tripling in strength. While he may have been a dominant stallion, he was only one thing to the diamond dog - prey.

His reality became a blur, weaving in and out of consciousness, as his mind struggled to comprehend everything that had happened. He had firsthoof experience of mares having multiple orgasms, but he couldn’t have fathomed that a stallion could experience something so profound! Only able to heave air into his chest, he lay motionless as the changelings unseated themselves and moved away.

“Gonna need this back,” Rex huffed, pushing the pony away as he rolled his hips back.

Filthy weakly groaned as the massive knot tugged at and ultimately sprang from his rear. A deluge of seed seeped from his depths, yet the overwhelming majority of cum lay trapped within him. He wearily peered down at himself, noting how he could likely pass for an expectant mare, and the corners of his lips turned up. Though he hadn’t anticipated the evening taking such a wild turn, he couldn’t have been more pleased with how things shaped up.

Uncaring of the femcolt’s euphoria, Rex bent forward at the waist and clipped a lead to his toy’s collar. “Come on.”

Virtually dragged off the mattress, Filthy was only barely able to keep himself from crumpling to the floor. “W…where - Cough - where are we going?”

“Back to the pack,” Rex dully replied, pulling the pony along and up to his side. “You suck me clean after we get there - show pack who you belong to.”

Feeling his gaped backdoor wink in anticipation, his mouth already watering, Filthy shakily nodded. A part of him screamed to stop, begging him to put an end to the wanton game, but it was no use. He’d been shown the light, conquered by a creature that was clearly superior to himself, and he was happy to obey.

“Y…yes, Sir…”

Gallus

“Seriously - is this seriously what all the hubbub is about?” Discord scoffed, peering at the group of stallions and femcolts lounging in the mansion’s living room.

Though the other drones had fled, Talon boldly stood and faced the draconequus. “Is that a problem?”

“I’d hazard to say it is,” Discord murmured, waving at the gaggle of whores. “While this may skirt a few legal boundaries, I’m reluctant to let this continue…”

The drone didn’t budge as he eyed the chaotic deity. “I hardly think it’s a problem. Both our customers and our mares are satisfied with the arrangements we have, so your intervention isn’t necessarily needed - in fact, if you have any doubts about our little business, perhaps I can convince you to leave our operation untouched.”

Watching the exchange from a doorway leading to the foyer, Gallus gulped. He’d only just started working at the brothel, overjoyed to finally have somewhere that he could embrace his slatternly desires without judgment, but that may be put to an abrupt end. While he couldn’t say exactly why Discord had decided to intervene, he was keenly aware that the draconequus had the power to put an end to his budding career.

“Convince how,” Discord muttered, squinting down at the changeling.

Talon turned his head and peered at the partially concealed griffon. “Gallus, would you do the honors of entertaining our esteemed guest?”

Gallus broke into a cold sweat, realizing he really didn’t have a choice in the matter. The terms of his job were nonnegotiable; he was to service customers, regardless of their species - in exchange, he got to be the slut he’d always dreamed to be. Hesitantly walking out, catching Discord’s eye, he anxiously smiled.

Though there was nothing inherently wrong with being a bottom, he took it a step further. Most stallions who liked taking dick were happy with their coltfriend, but not him - not by a long shot. The bigger the cock he had in his ass or crammed down his throat, the happier he was. Ponies, diamond dogs, changelings - honestly, it didn’t matter who or what was fucking the hell out of him; as long as he left with cum in his belly, pumped in from one way or another, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to fulfill his role.

“I should’ve known you’d be here, considering the veritable arsenal of dildos you hide in your closet,” Discord laughed, shifting his focus from the griffon back to the drone, “but this is hardly what I’d consider convincing.”

“How not?” Talon countered, trotting over to Gallus. “He’s sleek, easy on the eyes, and you can’t tell me his outfit isn’t fetching. Gallus, dear, give him a turn.”

Only hesitating for a moment, Gallus spun in place to display himself. His attire consisted of a choker, harness, garter belt, and fishnets, all in black which contrasted beautifully with cerulean and cream-colored coat and plumage. He turned his back to the draconequus, flicking his tail to the side while he leaned forward and arched his back. While he hadn’t planned on putting on a show for the nigh omnipotent Lord of Chaos, he wasn’t about to let the chance to get screwed by a demigod slip through his claws.

Discord snorted and lifted a paw, pressing finger to his thumb. “Adequate, but he could use a few improvements to suit my tastes.”

“Improvements?” the drone parroted, peaking a brow. “He’s only just joined us, so I’m sure that -”

Snap

In the blink of an eye, with a blinding flash of light, Gallus stumbled back and fell to his side. It took him a moment to figure out what had happened, that Discord had just used his magic to do something, but it wasn’t until he felt a sudden weight on his abdomen that he realized what had happened. He peered down at himself, sensing something large and soft between his thighs, and gasped.

Where his flat, toned abdomen had been, a pair of absolutely massive bosoms rested. Nearly as large as his head, bigger than even the most busty mare’s tits, the breasts - his breasts were insanely huge, but the changes hadn’t stopped there. His eyes swept to his flank, noticing just how much mass his backside had gained by the instantaneous metamorphosis.

“Much better - well at least for the physical portion,” Discord snickered, smiling broadly.

Gallus had experienced some crazy stuff during his time in Ponyville, from confronting a trio of villains to conversing with a talking tree, but this - this took the cake. He ponderously pushed himself up, unused to the added and redistributed weight on his frame, and cantered over to one of the standing mirrors in the room. Though he’d looked pretty promiscuous before, his new appearance made his old, normal self seem downright modest.

His svelte form was gone, replaced by an insanely curvaceous figure that could make even the most seasoned whore blush. Plump thighs, a fat, juicy ass, and a slim waist, not to mention the gargantuan knockers that hung beneath him, had turned him into an absolute bombshell of a femcolt. He shifted to the side, sensing himself growing hard from his unseemly reflection, and cocked his hind leg to get a better look at his goods.

Sure enough, he was still a stallion - well mostly a stallion. Though he’d never been particularly well endowed, being slightly above the average size for a griffon, his package had been reduced to a pale shadow of its former state. With a prick no bigger than his pinky, locked safely away in a little chrome cage, and a cute little coin purse that was smaller than what most colts would have, he wouldn’t have any luck being on the giving side of things anytime soon - not that he cared about ever topping anypony.

He lowered his hind leg and turned to face the chuckling draconequus, fighting the urge to rush over and hug the towering creature. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the changes to himself - far from it in fact, but it would be impossible for him to go out in public looking the way he did. While he wasn’t too concerned with the unexpected turn of events, he’d have to get Discord to return him to his ordinary state before the night was out.

“So I’m guessing you like your femcolts looking something like this,” he hummed, rocking his ample hips from side to side, setting his pendulous udders to sway.

Discord shrugged and pointed to his crotch. “How about you see for yourself.”

As Gallus peered down the draconequus’ body, his eyes widened in shock. Darned if he could explain it, since it hadn’t been there moments prior, but a gargantuan dick hung from his guest’s groin. He’d seen his fair share of cocks before, but Discords was easily one of the biggest and strangest he’d ever laid eyes upon.

Nearly the length of his leg, the appendage bore a bizarre combination of traits. Not only did his visitor’s tool have a slender head and a knot, reminiscent of a canine, but its shaft was covered in small ridges. His cum-filled backdoor quivered at the thought of having something so unique stuffed inside him, sending a thrilled shiver up his spine, but he couldn’t get ahead of himself. As much fun as it would be to have a roll in the hay with a veritable deity, he had to get a few assurances.

“I’m - um -” he began, forcing himself to look up at Discord’s face, “kinda surprised you’re here - you know, since you have Fluttershy.”

He’d be more than happy to have a tryst with the Lord of Chaos, but the last thing he wanted was to tick off one of the Elements of Harmony and come to be known as a homewrecker. It was one thing to slip off and get rutted senseless by ponies or creatures he’d never see again, it was quite another to be plowed by the coltfriend of one of his teachers. As long as his prospective John kept his snaggle toothed mouth shut, keeping his activities and the brothel’s existence in confidence, everything should be fine - he hoped.

Rolling his eyes, Discord pinched the bridge of his snout. “Don’t remind me. Fluttershy is a sweet mare, and I love her to pieces, but she simply doesn’t have a certain je ne sais quoi that I need to stay satisfied.”

Gallus cocked his head to the side. “What’s that mean?”

“It means she can’t keep up with his libido -” Talon noted, “that or he has kinks that she’s not willing to indulge.”

“Right on both accounts,” the Discord mirthlessly admitted, “which is one reason I came to investigate this place.”

Inching closer to his overpowered guest, Gallus reached out and stroked the draconequus’ upper thigh. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep your little secret about liking big-titted femcolts a secret from her.”

“I’m sure you will, but that’s only one fetish I came to gratify,” Discord added, lifting a hand.

Snap

Gallus blinked rapidly, clearing his - no, her vision from the sparkles of the second flash. A broad smile split her beak, as she beamed up at Discord. In a literal flash, all her troubles had disappeared. The school, her friends, her hopes of eventually joining the royal guard - all her fears and aspirations were gone, supplanted by an insatiable, maddening urge to cater to her Daddy’s every whim.

“Oh Daddy,” she groaned, shamelessly trotting over and grinding her cheek against the base of his hardening cock, “I’m sorry I ever questioned you.”

“It’s ok, Sweetheart, just suck me off while I keep talking with your former boss - Daddy needs to settle a few things,” Discord cooed, his crimson gaze sweeping over to the drone.

Only giving the changeling a fleeting glance, Gallus did as she was told. An earthy, musky scent filled her sinuses, setting her heart to race, while she gingerly clutched the base of his length, angled it toward her face, and opened her beak. It wasn’t the first time she’d choked herself on dick in front of somepony, and it wouldn’t be the last, so she opened her maw and extended her tongue.

Taking a small step back, Talon swallowed hard. “What did you do…?”

“I made myself a new plaything,” Discord responded, “and you aren’t going to stop me from taking her home and making a broodmare out of her ~ isn’t that right, Honey?”

“Mmm-hmmph!” she hummed around the tip of his length, peering up at him.

She’d been silly to think that she’d ever want to do anything other than serve her big, strong, exquisitely well-hung Daddy. If he wanted to take her home and make a housewife out of her, that was fine in her book - so long as she ended up with a big, round belly full of foals, she couldn’t be happier. Bobbing her head, she lavished the sensitive underside of his shaft and brought the head of his cock to the back of her throat.

The taste of his sweat and pre-cum was incredible, better than anything she’d ever had, and it spurred her onward. A cocktail of lube and jizz leaked from her winking, pronounced pucker, leaking down the cleft of her ass and over her little package. He wouldn’t be able to knock her up unless he was properly warmed up, which reminded her…

Balancing on one foreleg, she lifted a clawed hand to tenderly fondle his juicy, cum-laiden balls. It wouldn’t be long until he was plowing a foal or two - maybe three into her, making her own pitiably small tool drool with anticipation. If she was a good little mare, he might even give her a sexy outfit to wear while she did the dishes, cooked him dinners, and took care of their children someday!

“You don’t oppose ~ do you?” Discord pressed, his eyes glowing ominously in the dimly lit room.

“N…no, as long as you don’t ruin what we have going on, you can keep her,” Tallon stammered.

Giving a curt nod, the draconequus patted the feminized griffon’s head. “Ready to go, Dear?”

Gallus immediately withdrew, leaving a strand of pre-cum and saliva connecting her beak to his tool “Of course, Daddy! Are we going home now?”

Having given the drone a final baleful glance, Discord smiled and snapped his fingers. It took less than a heartbeat for the pair to be whisked from the whore house and into his bedroom. Gallus steadied herself, fending off the vertigo from the teleportation, and looked around herself in awe. His chamber was nearly as perfect as he was!

Lit candles rested atop a dresser, the shag carpet under her was soft and inviting, the subtle scent of incense - each and every facet told her she was where she belonged. He walked past her, giving her tush a playful slap as he moved to and onto his giant, heart-shaped bed. She wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve such an amazing Daddy, but she thanked her lucky stars that he’d finally come and swept her off her dainty clawed feet.

“It’s been a long day, Sweetheart,” he sighed, easing himself onto his back and spreading his legs, “how about you help me unwind.”

Not having to be told twice, she unfurled her wings and bound onto the pointed foot of the mattress. She would have gleefully pounced upon him, choking herself on his dong like it was the last day of her life, had it not been for one small thing - she was to be his wife and mother of his children, not some unseemly hooker. Slowing to a snail’s pace, her tits leaving twin-trails of milk in her wake, she crawled up the sheet and between his legs.

“Atta girl,” he snickered, pulling a pillow under his head to enjoy the show.

Having reached his loins, she gave herself a moment to appreciate how wondrous his equipment was. Far bigger than any pony’s, his endowment was as intimidating as it was amazing. She propped herself on her elbows, clutching his girthy knot in one hand while gingerly massaging his balls with the other, and tittered like a school filly. This - this magnificent dick was going to be the one to make her a mother.

“It’s so big,” she reverently breathed, drawing her tongue up his shaft.

She could have gone on for days about his package, waxing poetic about its terrifying beauty, yet that wasn’t what her beak was meant for. Reaching the head of his cock, she extended her tongue and guided him into her mouth. Exquisite flavors burst over her palate, she breathed in his masculine bouquet, and she could practically feel her reproductive system going into overdrive, as she leaned in and forced him down her welcoming gullet.

Her only regret, if she had to name one, was that her ass went fully neglected. She would have given practically anything to have a thick toy or plug filling her backside, but she was more than willing to suffer through the lack of attention. If she knew her Daddy, and she very much hoped she did, it would only be a matter of time until he was pounding her ass with his big, meaty mare-breaker.

Even though she kept her eyes closed, she could tell he was intently watching her. She contentedly wiggled her ass, keeping her tail flicked to the side, while she bobbed her head and throated him. In spite of her aching bitch-button, slavering clitty, and her lack of air, she yearned for nothing more than his approval and appreciation - after all, she practically belonged to him.

On and on she went, only pulling back just enough to get the occasional sip of air, until things came to a screeching halt. Feeling him shift, she peeked out at him with one eye. He smirked and motioned with a hand, mutely telling her that he’d had enough, and so she begrudgingly pushed herself up, freed her airway, and silently pouted.

“Don’t give me that face,” he whispered, the corners of his lips still turned up.

“B…but why’d you make me stop, Daddy?” she sulked. “I swear I’ll fit my knot in your beak…”

He rolled his eyes and shifted to his side, swinging a leg over her as he got to his knees and turned to face her. “As fun as that would be, I have something else in mind.”

With but a thought, a collar appeared in his outstretched paw. She inched closer, her intrigue eclipsing her woe, to read the little gold tag on the band of leather. Two little words, as innocuous as anything on their own, caused her to jam a taloned hand over her beak and stifle a whimper of pure delight.

She gazed up at his face, sniffling and fighting back tears of joy, as he leaned in and strapped the collar around his neck. “Does t…this mean what I t…think it means, Daddy?”

“Sure does, Honey bunches,” he affectionately responded. “Now be a good little thing and bend over for me - Daddy has a big, creamy load saved up all for you.”

Nearly tripping over herself as she spun around, she jammed her chest to the mattress, lifted her ass, and arched her back. As much as she would have liked to take things slow, she couldn’t bite back her enthusiasm. She spread and braced her hind legs, reached back, and prized her buns apart for him, while she peered back and watched him bring his cock to her entrance. At long last, feeling as though she’d waited an eternity, it was time to get down to the baby-making.

The spear-like tip touched her entrance, tauntingly running around her puffy, well-used rim, causing her to shiver in delight. It felt so hot - almost scorching against her that she nearly came from imagining what it would feel like once it was inside of her. Giving a needy whimper, bucking back against him, she kissed the head of his cock with her hole. He was the key and she was the lock, they were made for one another, and he was about to unlock her true destiny.

Giving the griffon’s rump a light smack, Discord steadied himself. “Beg for it…”

“Oh Daddy,” she groaned, “I want it so, so bad! I’ll do anything to be your little house hen!”

It was true, she meant every word of it. Her cute little clit could stay locked away forever, she’d bear him as many children as he wanted, and she’d pamper him in every conceivable way! Breakfast in bed, good morning blowjobs, making him dinner every night, and of course tending to his every masculine need. Her place was to make him happy, no matter what it took, and she’d be darned if she wasn’t going to do just that.

He snored behind her, grasping her broad, foal-bearing hips as he steadily sank his length into her rear. From the thick veins and ridges along his length to the way his shaft gradually grew broader towards its base, his tool felt absolutely incredible - better than she could have ever imagined. As he stopped mid-plunge, not even kissing his ,not to her entrance, he withdrew a portion of his cock, tightened his grip, and started rutting her in earnest.

With her eyelids fluttering and heart pounding in her bosom, she looked to the side and watched herself being claimed. The spectacle of such a magnificent beast plowing her was almost as phenomenal as the sensation of being rutted - almost. Her tits swung beneath her, her ass wobbled, and she could see ropes of pre-cum dangling from her miniscule chastity cage, but it wasn’t enough - she wanted more.

She turned her head and gazed back at him, flipping a feathered bang from her face. “H…harder, Daddy!”

“Such a needy little thing,” he tutted, draping his serpent-like body over her back and bringing his snout to her face, “but how could I say no to such a precious little thing?”

Nearly pulling his dick free, despite her clinging, well-trained pucker clamping down around him, he began pounding into her harder and faster than ever. His hips beat against her ass, rhythmically driving her body forward, as she howled out in ecstasy. The physical pleasure of being fucked was beyond measure, yet that was only a byproduct of the joy she felt from being made use of.

“I should have - Nnnph - done this a long time ago,” he grunted, drawing his forked tongue up her cheek.

His flattery and attention drove her onward, pushing her closer and closer to her limit and filling her with pride. “Y…you should - Aaaaahn - just keep me instead of Fluttershy.”

He slowed nearly to a halt, his eyes narrowing. “And why would I do that?”

Though a pang of fear shot through her. She hadn’t intended to upset him, although her selfish appeal seemed to have stricken a chord with him. Thinking fast, bucking back and screwing herself on his turgid length, she shifted her beak to his ear. Though she had no right to tell him what he should or shouldn’t do, there was still a chance that she could convince him to dump the demure pegasus.

“Does Fluttershy cook for you?” she asked, continuing to work his cock. His expression faltered for a fleeting instant, prompting her to continue. “Does she let you do her raw? Has she ever sucked that fat cock of yours clean after you have sex with her?”

His expression gradually shifted from one of annoyance to defeat, as she chipped away at his armor. He was a paragon of masculinity, practically a god, and he’d helped save Equestria on a number of occasions; if there was a single stud on the continent who deserved to be spoiled, it was him. Sensing his weakness, she went in for the kill.

Lifting her head ever so slightly, she blew hotly on his ear. “I’d give you everything she doesn’t…”

Her statement flipped a switch within him, as he began hammering her ass with renewed vigor. His clawed fingers hooked under her beak, turning her to face him, moments before he deeply and passionately kissed her. The second his tongue worked into her maw, nearly tickling her tonsils, she shuddered and came.

Thin, watery spunk gushed from her cage, painting her tits and the bed sheets beneath her, while her eyes rolled to the back of her head. There was no guarantee that he’d dump his marefriend for her, but she felt like she’d made a compelling argument - that and she had every intention of proving she was better than Fluttershy. While the Element of Kindness was a sweet pony, she was far too timid to be any good in the sack.

As her climax tapered off, she summoned her strength and fiercely threw her ass back to meet his plunges. His hands crept down her waist and to her abdomen, blindly groping and fondling her tits, until his fingers graced her nipples. Heaven above, the added stimulation was nearly enough to make her cum a second time!

“You like that?” he asked, breaking their kiss.

“Uh…uh-huh,” she sputtered, barely able to reply.

“In that case…” he trailed off.

Rearing back from atop her, he grabbed her hind legs and pulled her off the mattress. She yelped in surprise, looking around in a panic as he lifted her and stood. It only took her a split second to understand what he was doing, as he slipped his arms under her knees and got his feet under himself. Standing at his full height, holding her in a lewd parody of a wrestling hold, he immobilized her while keeping her impaled on his dick.

His face crept to the side of her head, drawing her attention over to him. “You wanna watch?”

She vigorously nodded, elated with the idea. “Yes! Yes, Daddy!”

He turned and faced the standing mirror, giving a small snap and bringing several cameras into existence in the process. “So we can memorialize such a special night.”

“Special night?” she parroted, her excitement mounting.

“Of course! It’s the night we start a family!” he exclaimed, nodding to the nearest camera. “Now be a good little hen and introduce yourself.”

Peering over at the lens and flashing red light, she grinned from ear to ear. “H…hi, I’m Gallus, Discord’s h…housewife and broodmare. Tonight he’s going to make me a mother!”

It would have been hard enough to speak without a camera, but seeing her reflection made it even more difficult. Her udders all but concealed her chaste clit, her stuffed hole flexed around his semi-buried length, and she could easily make out the imprint of his cock within her belly. She had no doubt that she’d use the videos to get off later, especially if or when he was away from the house, but that could wait for later - for now, it was time to get bred.

He steadied himself and lifted her, bringing her to the very tip of his length before thrusting up while slamming her down. If there was one thing in life she was a total slut for, it was being totally and completely manhandled in such a savage way. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, milk sprayed from her teat, and guttural groan escaped her, as he used her like a living, breathing sex-toy.

Though she couldn’t move and could only barely form a coherent thought, she clenched and relaxed her backdoor in tune with his plunges. Lost to her bliss, her lust-crazed mind wandered to what the future would hold for them. Thoughts of herself wearing a simple apron, making him lunch while heavily pregnant, drove her to the very brink.

It wasn’t long before she was rocked by a second climax, her useless jizz sputtering to the carpet, yet he didn’t slow - if anything, her quivering hole and rapturous wails drove him onward. Harder and harder, faster and faster, he fucked her like a savage beast in rut-lust. She couldn’t fathom how many times she ended up cumming, with what little spunk in her coin purse long since exhausted, until she felt it.

His heavy breaths, his frantic pace, and the way his shaft throbbed inside her meant he was reaching his limit. She tried - sweet ancestors, she tried to beg him to knot her, to cram every divine inch of his tool into her, but the most she could manage was a pitiable, incoherent mewling. It wasn’t until he was frantically railing her, his body covered in a sheen of sweat, was she granted her wish.

With one final plunge, bucking up while forcing her down, did he give her what she wanted. His grapefruit-sized knot only ground against her entrance for a moment until it popped into her welcoming confines. Having something so gargantuan inside her would have been enough to give her another orgasm, yet the pleasure of hilting him was only a prelude for what was to come. A scalding heat blossomed in her gut, as pints of his thick, virile essence flooded her guts.

Her mind went completely blank, shattered by the incomprehensible ecstasy of achieving her dream. She could all but see it, billions upon billions of his sperm searching for an egg to fertilize, and the vision gave her the most powerful climax of her life. With her rapturous wailing reaching the heavens, her belly steadily ballooned outward and swelled under the weight of his seed.

She had no way of knowing how long he’d held her there, having passed out from the sheer pleasure of the experience, but she eventually awoke on the bed. Groggily peering down at herself, she wearily smiled. She looked positively gravid, no different than a mare who was on the cusp of delivering triplets, and she took no small amount of pride from the sight.

The sensation of something in her ass told her that he’d plugged her with a toy, ensuring his potent cum would be able to marinate inside her for some time, but that didn’t bother her in the slightest. Not only did she enjoy being filled with so much jizz, but the idea that he wanted to see her prancing about in such a state made her feel tingly all over. Hearing a soft cough, she tore her eyes off herself, looked to the side, and found herself facing his semi-flaccid, spunk slathered dick.

Without saying a word, his knowing grin told her what was expected of her. She opened her beak and closed on him, licking and slurping the seed from his glorious length, as she caressed her tummy with a hand. Even if he didn’t ditch Fluttershy, she felt certain that she would be his number one side piece for the rest of her days - heck, maybe forever! Considering he had unlimited sorcerous might, there wasn’t much he couldn’t do with her.

After mopping every bit of cum from his length, she peeked up at him and rolled onto her back. He’d given her her body for a reason, so showing herself off for him was the least she could do. Pursing her lips and keeping her fingers crossed for a kiss, she squeezed her bosoms and sent milk spraying over the linens.

Much to her joy, he leaned in, briefly made out with her, and pulled back. “What do we say?”

The sight of a camera in his hand reminded her of what they’d done, the video they’d captured, and she giggled because of it. She wasn’t sure what his plans were for the recording, whether he intended to share the film or simply keep it for the two of them, but she wouldn’t mind sending it to her family and a few friends. While it may not have been as traditional as a wedding reception, she considered the moment of conception as or more important than nuptials - that and it was way hotter.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she purred, looking into the camera with a big, beautiful smile.

With the camera still trained on her, she lowered her head and began nursing on the tip of his cock. Yeah, there was no doubt about it, this was so much better than working at the changelings’ brothel. Getting dicked down for bits was fun and all, but being taken and knocked up by the Lord of Chaos was the best thing she’d ever done in her life…

Sombra

“Glk Glk Glk…”

The sound of muted gagging sailed to her ears, the taste of sweat and pre-cum danced over her palate, and he could feel her throat bulging with each bob of her head, yet Sombra couldn’t help herself - literally couldn’t stop herself. Her gaze wandered between the prismatic tuft of pubic hair bumping against her nose to the pair of cerise eyes peering down at her, causing her heart to skip a beat. She never would have thought she’d end up gleefully choking herself on Celestia’s monstrous stallionhood - then again, she never thought she’d ever find himself in Equestria again.

Two weeks - it had been two long, grueling weeks since she’d woken up within an unassuming home in Sapphire Shoals. She’d honestly thought that her final encounter with Twilight Sparkle would be her end, having been vaporized by the insufferable Princess of Friendship, yet destiny held a much more twisted fate for her - yes her. Her kingdom, her power, and her masculinity had been stripped from her as soon as she’d been revived, reducing her to a mockery of a stallion.

Her ears swiveled back, hearing a door open behind her, yet her ministrations didn’t slow. If there was one thing she couldn’t do, it was disobey her Mistress - not because she physically couldn’t, but because her willpower was nonexistent. After discovering she was no longer the tall, imposing stallion she once was, having a figure that would be the envy of most mares, she’d quickly realized she had strange, insatiable urges - urges Celestia and her big, meaty endowment could sate.

She’d always known that alicorns were a singular species, having traits of both stallions and mares, although she’d never thought of them as more than an annoyance. The Princesses were playthings to her, beasts to be conquered and subjected - sadly, robbed of her power and everything she’d held dear, the tables had been turned. Her revival had apparently taken place after Twilight had become the sovereign of Equestria, allowing Celestia to retire with plenty of free time on her hooves.

“Leaking already?” Celestia tittered.

Sombra shifted and lifted a hind leg, displaying the impotent, permanently limp nub that had once been her stallionhood. More of a clit than a cock, the atrophied, drooling appendage served as a reminder of who and what she once was. She had no doubt that Celestia could have transformed her into an actual mare, but the Princess’ intentions for her weren’t that forgiving.

Shifting in her chair, the Princess waved her forehoof. “That’s enough for now.”

Without pause, Sombra reared back and unsheathed the imposing, fleshy length from her gullet. She pursed her lips around the retreating shaft, taking care to mop as much saliva and pre-cum from the cock as she could, before giving it a parting kiss as it popped free from her muzzle. Some remnant of her former self had been left, powerlessly raging at what she’d become, yet it was eclipsed by the obedient, cock-hungry sow that was her new self.

Celestia slipped from her seat and smirked, cocking a brow as she peered over at her plaything. “Is it me or has that pathetic thing between your legs gotten smaller?”

“I…I don’t know, Mistress,” she murmured, averting her gaze.

“Perhaps it’s time for another inspection. Come now - be a good mare and roll over,” the alicorn instructed, a smirk splitting her muzzle.

Sombra rolled onto her back and lewdly splayed her legs. The embarrassment she would have felt from such a display, especially after her metamorphosis, was nonexistent. She knew that obedience was rewarded, while petulant defiance was met with punishments that she couldn’t endure. On the few occasions she’d resisted instruction, she wasn’t beaten, she wasn’t chastised, nor was she mistreated in any conventional way - no, she was ignored.

Her libido had been magnified by an order of magnitude, her mind sculpted to persistently dwell on how best to serve her Mistress, so neglect, even for as little as an hour, was torture incarnate. She was Celestia’s toy, a pair of warm, wet, welcoming holes to satisfy her Princess, and there was nothing she could do to change it. Holding her fetlocks, she remained still as the alicorn stepped over her supine frame.

“Yes…yes I think it is a bit smaller than it used to be,” Celestia mused, squatting and resting her turgid length against the femcolt’s clit.

Squirming and bucking her hips, Sombra bit her bottom lip. She would never have guessed that the Princess had a sadistic side, reveling in demeaning her at every turn, yet her twisted sense of humor shone as brightly as the sun on a cloudless day. She weakly bucked her hips, smearing thin, watery pre over the alicorn’s titanic shaft, and softly whimpered.

The Princess shook her head and giggled. “And so needy! I would get a cage for that sad little thing of yours, but I don’t believe they make any small enough for you. Would you like me to custom order you one ~ perhaps one emblazoned with my cutie mark so everypony will know to whom you belong?”

“Whatever pleases you, Mistress. I live to serve,” she quietly replied, summoning the courage to look at her owner’s face.

“Good mare,” Celestia hummed, reaching down to tussle the former King’s mane. “We can discuss accouterments for you later - for now, I’d like you to make yourself presentable. We’ll be having company shortly.”

Rolling over and getting her hooves beneath herself, after the Princess had stepped away, Sombra stood and dipped her head. “Yes, Mistress.”

Waiting for her Mistress to head to the door, she shifted and trotted out. She had no idea of who would be paying them a visit, but that wasn’t important. If she was supposed to clean herself up and get herself ready for company, that’s what she was going to do. Moving through the house and into her chamber, she came to a halt within her bathroom.

Her shower was quick, washing her mane and body with a lavender scented soap that Celestia had provided for her, and she’d dried herself off and sauntered to her wardrobe after only a hooffull of minutes, but that was the easy part of her endeavor. As she trotted to her wardrobe, her thoughts wandered to what she was going to wear. Regardless of who their guest was or how long they’d be staying, she was inclined to adorn herself with something to please her Mistress.

Briefly rifling through her garments, she made her final selection. A quartet of fishnets, halter top, and tail wrap, all in a brilliant crimson, would suit her purposes perfectly, showing off her figure while giving easy access to the slack cunt that had once been her taut, virginal pucker. While she couldn’t say if she was going to be servicing anypony aside from Celestia, she wouldn’t be surprised if she was commanded to tend to their impending guest’s more carnal desires.

She slipped into the articles, stepped to the side, and inspected herself. With a large, plush flank, plump lips, and a set of bosoms that would give a dairy cow a run for their money, she wouldn’t have looked out of place working a street corner or dancing around a pole, yet her bombshell figure was accentuated by a number of additions that Celestia had given her. Along with her pierced nipples, tongue, and navel, she’d been imbued with a womb-like crest on her lower abdomen.

Smiling at her reflection, she strutted to her vanity to put on the finishing touches. A touch of lipstick, some blush, eyeliner, and mascara were all applied with practiced precision, completing her whorish look. It was equal parts funny and sad, knowing she’d once been a chiseled, well-built stud, yet that was a different her - one she’d do best to forget ever existed.

“Sombra? Sombra, darling, I do hope you’re not dallying,” Celestia called out. “Our guests have arrived.”

“Coming, Mistress!” she shouted.

Turning to the exit, she stepped on a wet, warm patch of carpet. As she looked down and back, she scrunched her snout. One odd thing, be it from design or pure coincidence, was that her bust wasn’t purely for show. Aside from allowing the Princess to tit-fuck her, her breasts were very, very productive. On the days she forgot to milk herself, it wasn’t uncommon that she left a trail of cream wherever she went.

She trotted out with her bust wobbling and leaking beneath her, though she realized that her leaking bust may displease her Princess. The way she saw it, making a bit of a mess wouldn’t be nearly as egregious as being tardy. She was expected to greet their guest, and any delay could and likely would result in punishment.

Through the house and to the living room she went, only slowing when she reached the doorway leading to the den. While she wasn’t sure whom was going to be paying them a visit, the last thing she would have anticipated was seeing a trio of unreformed changelings within their abode. She hesitated, unsure of why the shapeshifters were there and what their intentions were, before Celestia spotted and waved for her to enter.

“Don’t be so shy, Sombra,” the Princess intoned. “Come in and show yourself off.”

With her cheeks glowing, she obliged. She steadily walked into the room and to her Mistress’ side, keeping her eyes on the floor all the while. Though it wasn’t the first time she’d met somepony in her new form, the process had never been comfortable for her. She’d once been a menace to all Equestria, a force to be respected and feared, yet here she was, looking like some licentious parody of whom she once was.

Watching the Princess lift and turn a hoof in the air, she lazily revolved in place. She’d tied her tail up and back, ensuring anypony and everypony behind her had an unfettered view of her minuscule coin purse and well-used backdoor. Realizing the Princess wouldn’t be satisfied with a simple display, she cocked a hind leg and allowed the drones to look upon the shriveled vestige that was her pride.

“Easy on the eyes, submissive, and obedient to a fault,” Celestia sighed, shifting her focus from the femcolt to the trio of insects. “I must admit, your little business was a large inspiration for Sombra’s reformation.”

While demeaning, the flattery set Sombra’s blush to deepen. Being used as an outlet for Celestia’s sexual desires was incredible, yielding pleasure beyond belief, yet being acknowledged as a high-class paramour made her weak in the knees. Drifting over to her, nuzzling her neck, she earned herself a pat on the head.

“Be a dear and continue where you left off,” Celestia softly stated. As Sombra stepped back and seated herself, licking and venerating her semi-rigid stallionhood, she cleared her throat. “Yes, I’m aware of the operation you’ve started in Ponyville, Talon.”

One of the changeling’s stiffened, sweat glistening on his brow. “If you know about it, why did you summon us here?”

“Because I will allow you and your ilk to go unmolested,” the Princess continued, “on one condition - you will only employ stallions who choose to work for you, signing notarized waivers about the procedures you enact, or stallions I personally select. While I do find the notion of a sissy brothel intriguing, I will not tolerate you taking advantage of my subjects.”

“Former subjects,” Talon boldly corrected, “but I will oblige regardless.”

Listening to the exchange, Sombra looked over at the foolish changeling. Celestia could imprison or outright destroy the shapeshifter with but a thought, so Talon was either very brave, very foolish, or some disastrous combination of the two - still, the Princess was unmoved by his impertinence. Flexing her groin, causing her cock to slap her underbelly, the alicorn snorted.

“My thanks - now onto the real reason I called you here. Since you seem to bear an exclusive preference for femcolts, don’t you think that enhancing them would appeal to a broader audience of both customers and potential employees?” Celestia asked.

Talon cocked his head, his eyes narrowing. “Explain…”

Caressing Sombra’s side, Celestia chuckled to herself. “Take my dear Sombra for example ~ wouldn’t you say she’s a perfect broodmare?”

Nodding and inching closer, with his stallionhood hardening beneath him, the changeling drew a forked tongue over his lips. “I will admit you did some impressive work. I’ve seen mares - actual mares with bigger clits than her.”

“Thank you. Even if she tries, she can’t get hard,” Celestia mused, igniting her horn and surrounding Sombra’s diminutive package in her aura. “With each drop of cum I plow out of her, it gets smaller and smaller ~ isn’t that right, dearest?”

“Mmm…mmm-hmm,” Sombra whimpered, shivering under her Mistress’ touch.

It was true - at least she was pretty sure it was true. Though she hadn’t measured the side of her equipment, she was reasonably sure that her clit had shrunk substantially over the past few weeks. It was like what little masculinity she had upon her revival was being rutted out of her, gushing to the floor or over her belly with each drop of infertile drop of essence she spilled.

“She may look like a broodmare,” the changeling remarked, lifting his gaze to the alicorn, “but appearances are skin deep.”

“I beg to differ,” the Princess countered. “She’s more than capable of bearing me an heir - in fact, I intend for her to do just that.”

Sombra wasn’t one to stop worshiping her Mistress’ package unless instructed to do so, but the assertion that she could get knocked up gave her a moment for pause. Shuffling to the side and lifting her head, she stared in disbelief at the alicorn’s face. The Princess peered over her shoulder at her and gave a knowing smirk, making her swoon.

“You didn’t mishear me,” Celestia noted. “You do want me to sire my heir with you ~ don’t you?”

Of all the things she could have asked or said, the question hit Sombra like a ton of bricks. It would have been impossible for her Mistress to know it, yet she often fantasized about becoming a mother - particularly when Celestia was draped on her back and hammering away at her ass. Her clit twitched and slavered, her backdoor clenched upon itself, and a warmth blossomed in her belly, as she peered into the Princess’ - her Princess’ eyes.

“I’d wish for nothing more, my Mistress,” she breathed, only barely keeping her voice from quaking.

With her smile broadening, Celestia nodded her head at the open floor at the center of the room. “In that case, convince me...”

Sombra wheeled around, scampered away, and came to a halt in the middle of the chamber. She’d like to say she was getting better at prostrating herself, but her standard way of begging wasn’t going to cut it - not this time. Pulling a coffee table over to herself, she stepped onto the hard, wooden surface, rolled onto her back, and obscenely splayed her hind legs.

Staring down her chest, through the valley of her engorged teats on her lower abdomen, a strange glow caught her eye. The crest on her belly had always been white, contrasting against her slate-grey coat, yet the sigil was glowing a brilliant pink. While she didn’t fully comprehend the magic that had remolded her body and mind, she felt certain that the illuminated mark was a testament to what Celestia had claimed.

“I hate to interrupt,” Talon interjected, bringing both the Princess and feminized unicorn’s over to himself, “but how did you accomplish this feat?”

“As you may have guessed, I got a few helpful tips from Discord,” she explained. “What you see before you is the perfecting of my old friend’s technique.”

Stepping over her plaything, straddling the table, she rolled her hips forward and back. Her length glided over Sombra’s groin, effectively smothering the dainty little package beneath her monolithic length and weighty, cum-filled balls. She turned her head to face her guests, while nonchalantly bucking and teasing the femcolt writhing beneath her.

“How much…” Talon hissed.

The Princess cocked her head. “Beg your pardon?”

“How much for the spell?” the changeling clarified, his voice low.

“Ah ~” Celestia murmured. “I’d be happy to share the details of this particular enchantment with you, for a price - fifteen percent of your profits for the sorcery and a guarantee your brothel goes untouched by the royal guard.”

“That’s bullshit!” one of the drones barked. “How can you expect -”

“Silence,” Tarsis growled, baring his fangs at the parasite. Biting back his rancor, he leered over at the alicorn. “Twelve…”

Thoughtfully tapping a forehoof to her chin, all the while humping continuously, Celestia took several moments to reply. “Fifteen and I’ll be sure to drop a few tactical endorsements to friends of mine outside Equestria.”

Sombra tried to pay attention to what was being said, but each stroke of her Mistress’ heavy shaft against her fanned the flames of her lust. She knew it would be disastrous if she interrupted the negotiation, but her self-control was gradually slipping away. Left to stare at the godly tool gliding between her legs, seeing the tip nearly reaching her rib cage, she swallowed hard.

“Deal,” the changeling leader finally spat.

“Deal,” Celestia cooed. Inching back, dragging her length along down the valley of Sombra’s tits and to her entrance, she got into position. “Now about that heir I promised you…”

As she opened her mouth to give thanks to her Mistress, Sombra’s eyes rolled back as the Princess plunged into her. The sense of fullness, her hole tightly stretched by the titanic shaft delving deeper and deeper into her, bordered on the divine. She’d always relished being on the giving side of things, despoiling mares when she was able to call herself a stallion, yet the feeling of being used, of accommodating the stallionhood of a literal goddess, made the exploits of her past life feel downright laughable.

She slid over the tabletop, driven over the wooden surface when Celestia bottomed out. She didn’t have to look at herself to know the imprint of the alicorn’s tool was clearly visible within her gut, having marveled at the spectacle on similar occasions in the past. Her hooves shot to her sides and braced herself, as rested her fetlocks on her Mistress’ powerful hips. The Princess didn’t wait for her to adjust to the gargantuan intrusion, withdrawing a portion of her length before beginning to plow her at a slow, steady pace.

Groaning with each thrust, Sombra did what she could to hold herself steady. Her abused pucker yielded no resistance, still loose and lubricated from the load Celestia had pumped into her earlier that morning, yet she constricted her entrance as much as she could. If somepony had told her years ago that she’d be subjected to such obscene treatment, sentenced to become the live-in cock-warmer of an alicorn, she would have laughed in their face and called them delusional - now things were different.

“Tighten up,” Celestia grunted, scowling down at the unicorn.

“I’m…I’m - Aaaaahn - trying,” Sombra mewled.

Lowering her waist and giving a particularly hard thrust, the Princess crushed the femcolt’s tender p-spot and earned herself a shrill squeal of delight. “Try harder…”

Sombra flexed her hind legs and practically fucked herself on the humping alicorn, eager to please her Mistress. This is what she was made for, her reason for being. She’d been brought back from the brink, given another chance at life, but the times of her attempting to conquer Equestria were gone. She’d lost her strength, her magic was curbed by the negation ring affixed to her horn, and her resolve to do anything other than serve her Mistress was gone. In an all but literal sense, Sombra had died a long, long time ago.

The irony didn’t escape her; she’d enslaved an empire, bringing the populace to heel and having them serve her every whim, yet she was the one who was ultimately conquered. She was an item, a living, breathing sex-toy for the Princess of the Sun, and she would have been miserable with her newfound role, had it not been for one thing - she loved what she’d become. The shame she’d felt upon learning what was expected of her, much like her masculinity, had been flushed out by hot, virile dickmare seed and replaced with ecstasy.

“H…harder, Mistress,” she brazenly moaned.

Celestia obliged the femcolt, gradually dialing up the intensity of her rutting. “See how eager she is? While I haven’t visited your whorehouse, I’d be willing to bet that any of your mares aren’t as well trained and servile as my little sow.”

“The spell’s work, I presume?” Talon inquired.

“Hardly,” the Princess laughed. “The enchantment laid the foundation, but it was my royal scepter,” she clucked, giving two particularly hard plunges, “which made her the way she is. If you ask nicely, I may come and visit -”

“N…no,” Sombra interrupted, bringing the alicorn’s motions to a screeching halt.

With her length fully sheathed within the unicorn, Celestia lowered her head and stared into Sombra’s eyes. “What did you say?”

“I…I….” Sombra stammered. She’d spoken out of turn - worse yet, she’d impudently told her Mistress not to do something. It took every ounce of courage she had not to look away, not to back down, but she saw little point in trying to apologize. “I…I don’t want to lose you…”

Celestia balked, apparently taken aback by the admission. “Lose me?”

Sombra sheepishly nodded. “I’d be nothing without you.”

She meant it - she really would be nothing without Celestia. If the Princess abandoned her, she’d lose her home, her purpose, and quite possibly the biggest stallionhood in Equestria - sure she could eke out a living by herself, selling her body to make ends meet, but that would be a hollow existence. She’d do anything - anything to stay with her Mistress, no matter how depraved or scandalous, and she was going to prove it.

“I’ll bear you as many foals as you want,” she continued. “If it’s your desire, I’d shear off my horn for you - by the abyss, I’d even whore myself to stallions and mares for you. Just don’t leave me…”

Leaning forward, bringing her muzzle to the femcolt’s ear, Celestia snarled and rolled her hips back. “You really know how to push my buttons…”

Sombra was given no time to respond, howling as the Princess set upon her like a savage beast. She was used to being screwed in all manner of positions, having been railed in every room and on a great many pieces of furniture in her Mistress’ house, yet this felt different. There was no restraint, no calculated, measured domination - no, this was raw passion. It was hard to fathom she’d touched on a nerve, having stricken some emotional chord with her confession, yet it was the only explanation she could think of for Celestia’s ruthlessness.

“You’re mine,” the alicorn added, bringing her snout to the unicorn’s collar. “You’re my personal foal-factory and I will never surrender you to anypony else.”

“Yes!!!” Sombra wailed, overcome with emotion.

She was no stranger to the unimaginable physical pleasure her Mistress afforded, but the sudden inclusion of some emotional attachment rocked her to her core. Her backdoor spasmed uncontrollably, as cum dribbled from her clit - nevertheless, she bucked up to meet the Princess’ plunges. Cum from earlier in the day leaked down the cleft of her ass and onto her dock, smearing against the table and dripping to the floor, as she was mercilessly claimed.

It wasn’t uncommon that she got dicked-down hard, practically screwed into the bed or through the arm of the sofa, yet the tenacity of her Mistress was on an entirely different level. Though every detail of the pistoning length ruining her sent bolts of pleasure coursing through her, from the pulsing veins to the thick medial ring popping in and out of her entrance, it was the knowledge that she was wanted which drove her to the brink of rapturous madness. She extended her forelegs and hugged the Princess’ neck for dear life, fully surrendering herself to the unstoppable alicorn.

The experience was like none other. She climaxed again and again, braying and screaming to the heavens in thanks to her Mistress, until her voice was raw and sore. Her consciousness faded, the world around her weaving in and out of existence, and she genuinely thought she may meet her end - that was until she felt it. The throbbing within her rearranged guts shook her back to the present and gave her some sliver of clarity and realization. Celestia was about to peak, and she was about to become a mother.

In a fit of pique, she turned Celestia’s head to face her. The alicorn’s jaw was set, her face was streaked in sweat, and her eyes were screwed shut in concentration, possibly trying to fend off the inevitable, which gave her all the opening she needed. Shooting forward, heedless of the repercussions, she locked lips with her Mistress.

Either out of good timing or pure luck, the kiss pushed Celestia past the brink. With a deep, guttural groan, she hilted her flaring stallionhood and unleashed a tsunami of thick, potent seed deep into her mate. Her balls churned and pulled taut to her groin, her length pulsed with wave after wave of spunk, and she drove her tongue into the femcolt’s muzzle, as the two became one.

Sombra thought she knew what pleasure was, having experienced bliss that defied description, yet the blinding ecstasy she felt was heaven incarnate. While the heat and pressure building within her was beyond intense, so much so that she feared she may black out, she endured. Her mind went alight, seeing stars and tingling all over, knowing she’d finally found her true destiny.

Though she couldn’t see it, she felt her belly swelling from the deluge of she-stud cum. She’d never had any doubt that her Mistress was a stud, having the equipment and output to knock up a whole town’s worth of mares, which made the moment all the more magical. Of all the creatures and all the ponies in the land, both in and outside of Equestria, Celestia had chosen her to bear her a foal.

Wild fantasies danced about her thoughts, imagining what life would soon be like for herself. She had no doubt that she would still be held in low regard by the Princess, little more than an incubator and a toy to be used, yet that didn’t bother her in the slightest. Lost to the moment, feeling like it lasted for a small eternity, she was caught off guard when Celestia broke their kiss.

“You’re going to pay for that insolence later,” Celestia hissed, coyly smiling.

Sombra gasped and hauled air into her burning lungs, doing her damnedest to compose herself. “Yes, Mistress…”

It may have been her imagination, but the Princess didn’t genuinely look all that displeased. If she did get punished later, she had nobody to blame but herself - that said, she had a hunch that her Mistress was putting on a bit of an act. She looked over at the trio of changelings who’d observed the imperious, bawdy display, and squeezed the immense shaft still buried within her.

“I’ll have a contract drawn up and personally deliver it to you by the week’s end ~” Celestia flatly stated, glowering at the drones, “understood?”

Talon gave a small bow, prompting his companions to follow suit. “Understood, Princess.”

Without saying another word, the trio turned and left, leaving the cum-bloated unicorn and her Mistress to their lonesome. The pair looked at one another as a silence fell over the room. They knew what they’d done, that the flower of life would soon blossom with them, and so they lost themselves in one another’s eyes.

“I hope you’re aware that this changes nothing,” Celestia began, breaking the silence. “You’re still my sow, you will still obey my every command, and you will not question me.”

Grinning like an absolute fool, Sombra dipped her head. “Yes, Mistress…”

“That said,” the Princess continued, “I feel as though a few concessions will be called for. You are my broodmare and you will not let another creature on the face of this world lay a hoof or claw on you ~ is that clear?”

“Of course, M…Mistress!” Sombra chirped giddily.

The alicorn held the unicorn’s gaze and remained motionless. “Secondly, you will start learning to cook. My heir, be they a colt or filly, will not have a mother who can’t tend to the house and see to their every need.”

“Mistress,” the femcolt sighed, pressing a forehoof to her chest, “I will do everything I can for our foal.”

Her expression hardening ever so slightly, Celestia snorted. “Why are you smiling?”

“I’m just happy, Mistress,” the femcolt responded.

The Princess wavered, trying and failing to fight back a grin. “Well stop it. We’ll go out tomorrow to get you fitted for a few proper clothing for you. While things aren’t going to change in the bedroom, I will not have my foal’s-”

“Our foal,” Sombra blurted and instantly clamped a forehoof over her snout.

“Our foal’s mother dressing like a whore,” Celestia quietly seethed. Stepping back and away, she withdrew her length from the unicorn’s clinging hole until only the bloated head of her cock was unsheathed. “I don’t want you spilling a drop of this…”

Sombra shook her head and readied herself, yelping when the flared stallionhood popped out of her ass. Bearing down, trapping almost all of the seed filling her, she clamped her hind legs together and lifted her waist. She’d read somewhere that the position was conducive to ensure insemination, but she felt a bit silly doing it herself.

“And one last thing,” the Princess muttered, trotting around and smearing her cum-slickened length against the femcolt’s muzzle.

Knowing what was expected of her, Sombra began lapping at the she-stud’s tool. There were some things that wouldn’t change, expectations she would fill regardless of whether or not she had a bun in her oven, but that was fine with her. With the crest glowing on her belly, marking her as a mother to be, she only had a single concern - would she be able to find any seductive maternity garments to seduce her Mistress…

Spike

With one clawed hand resting on his vanity, Spike stared at his reflection, pouted his lips, and carefully went to apply some harlequin lipstick. He’d successfully put on some blush, eye shadow, and eye liner, after a few failed attempts, so he was almost ready to see himself out - almost. Like most skills in life, using makeup took time, patience, and no small amount of practice - fortunately for him, he had one of the best teachers in the world.

“Spike,” a familiar voice called from just outside, “breakfast is almost ready!”

He took a deep breath, held it for a second, and slowly exhaled, having nearly flinched and smeared lipstick over his cheek. “Just a minute, Twilight.”

Hearing retreating hooffalls from the hallway, he finished with his makeup and stepped back to get a better look at himself. His teenage years had been an exceptionally awkward mixed bag; on one claw, he’d grown over a foot and lost the potbelly he’d had since he was a hatchling - on the other, he’d been promptly but politely turned down by the mare of his dreams - Ms. Rarity. He wouldn’t deny that he’d been heartbroken by the development, having spent months wallowing in depression, but the tumultuous time had led to a bit of self-discovery.

From the time he’d hatched, he’d spent nearly his entire life around mares. From the Elements of Harmony to the Princesses of Canterlot and the Crystal Empire, all his friends, mentors, and associates consisted almost exclusively of females, so it was no wonder that he’d never been compelled to embrace his masculine side - still, it came as a bit of a surprise when Celestia had approached him with a rather unique offer. If he couldn’t have a marefriend as beautiful and stunning as Rarity, why couldn’t he be somepony’s gorgeous, alluring special somepony?

For all intents and purposes, he was a failure of a man. The love of his life had abandoned him for some young stallion named Pistachio, he was the butt of more jokes than he could count, and he was as well-hung as a miniature colt. Somewhere along the line, through no conscious decision of his own, his subconscious had shifted gears. Since he had no chance in Tartarus of having a successful, conventional relationship, he figured he could make the mares who’d spurned him jealous.

She set down the lipstick, straightened up, and stepped back to get a better look at himself. Several weeks ago, he’d been a tall, gangly, almost goofy looking teenage boy - now, after several carefully administered potions and a small bit of sorcerous alterations, he could easily be mistaken for a svelte, curvaceous, head-turning girl - well mostly a girl. In spite of his perky, perfectly proportioned bust, egg-bearing hips, and an ass that could make even the straightest creature question their heterosexuality, he had the tiniest little bulge tucked away in his thong.

Turning in place, he flicked his tail up and hiked his miniskirt. His outfit left nothing to the imagination, but that’s exactly what he wanted. The clinging, turquoise fabric of his skirt, leggings, and crop top contrasted wondrously with the mulberry and pale green of his scaled hide. He wheeled around to face himself, gave his ensemble a final adjustment, and shot himself a wink for good luck before strutting to the door.

As he drifted down the winding hallways of the Castle of Friendship, his thoughts began to wander. Though he’d essentially swapped his old life for a new one, changing his appearance and how he presented himself, he had no interest in guys of any species. Be they griffons, yaks, ponies, dragons, or even changelings, most males were loud, domineering, and far too boorish for him, but that wasn’t a problem. It had taken him years to realize it, not fully grasping it until after he’d undergone his metamorphosis, but he’d spent his entire life with somepony intelligent, pretty, and kindhearted as all get-out - a mare who he hadn’t fully appreciated.

“Morning, Twilight,” he hummed, strolling into the kitchen and moving over to the coffee maker. “Your night go well?”

“Oh - um - yup, it sure did!” she anxiously chirped, ripping her eyes off the dragon’s backside. “How about yourself?”

Having poured himself a mug of java, Spike sighed and peered into his coffee. “I guess it was ok…”

He leaned against the kitchen counter and took a sip of his drink, drawing out the moment. Though he couldn’t put his claw on exactly when it had started happening, he knew for a fact that Twilight had taken a very keen, albeit reserved interest in his gradual transformation. There’d been a few times he’d caught her peeking at him over the last week or two, which had sparked an idea - since she seemed to like his new look, why not show himself off a little bit.

Reaching over and grabbing a spoon, after pouring some sugar into his coffee, he wandered over to the table and the seated alicorn. His relationship with Twilight was odd; on one hand, he considered the mare as something like a mother - on the other, the Princess was his closest, most cherished friend. He would never have thought he’d look at the nerdy little unicorn as anything other than a family member - then again, he wasn’t the only one who’d gone through a rather substantial change.

He’d known about alicorns since he was a hatchling, having met Celestia and Cadance more times than he could count as a hatchling, but he hadn’t realized that Twilight would gain more than just a pair of wings upon ascending. Ever since he was little, he’d never seen any sign of arousal from the mare, not even a hint of it, yet that wasn’t the case anymore. Along with sneaking less than wholesome glances at him, the Princess of Friendship had one other tell - a long, hard tell.

“So you have any plans for - darn it,” he cursed as his spoon fell to the floor and clattered between his feet.

Wheeling around, making sure his backside was leveled squarely in Twilight’s direction, he bent over to pick up the utensil. It was a dirty trick, knowing his thong and delicate little coin purse would be put on full display, but he didn’t care. Though he knew it was wrong, that showing himself off to somepony who was effectively his mom was beyond scandalous, the thrill of getting a figurative and hopefully literal rise out of her was simply too good to pass up.

“Spike, how many times do I have to tell you,” Twilight groaned, “that attire is not appropriate!”

Looking back with his face beside his knees, Spike pouted. “Why? It’s not like anypony other than us is here.”

It was a flimsy argument at best, but staying where he was allowed him to peek under the table. Sure enough, with just the slightest tease, Twilight’s stallionhood gradually eased itself from the dark flesh of its sheath. He swore he wasn’t gay, but there was something about a well-equipped mare that caused his blood to run hot. Slowly rising to his full height, he flicked a vividly colored crest away from his face and moved to his empty seat.

“Because it’s…it’s just not appropriate,” the Princess stammered, ignoring or ignorant of her blushing cheeks.

Spike rested his rack on the table and smirked. “Don’t blame me! Rarity was the one who suggested and made this ensemble for me - besides, it’s not like -”

Thunk

Startled by the sudden noise, he reared back. It almost sounded like something had knocked against the underside of the table, but that didn’t make sense. Twilight hadn’t budged, and he certainly hadn’t hit the piece of furniture himself, so he struggled to understand what had just happened. Slowly leaning to the side, he stopped when Twilight abruptly hopped from her chair.

“I…I’m going to go to my study to do some - uh - studying,” she croaked, beating a hasty retreat to the exit.

“You’re not even…” Spike trailed off as he spied the swinging, very erect cock bouncing beneath the fleeing alicorn.

Though he’d wanted to start the morning like normal, having breakfast with his friend before ultimately committing himself to whatever tedious tasks the day held for him, the revelation practically demanded he readdress his priorities. The right thing to do would be to eat, slip into something a bit more modest, then start on his chores, but that hardly seemed fitting. Twilight was clearly flustered and, if his assumption was right, suffering through a very protracted dry-spell - as such, it was his duty to look after the pent-up Princess the only way he knew how.

A quick trip to the bathroom to wash up and prepare himself gave him just enough time to lull Twilight into a false sense of security. It had only been a few minutes since he left the kitchen, but that was more than enough for him to come up with a deliciously depraved scheme. After being raised and looked after by the alicorn, it was the least he could do to help his friend with a bit of much-needed and well-deserved stress relief.

He slowed as he passed the end of his bed, stricken with inspiration. Having long since given up on having Rarity as a lover, he’d taken to less conventional means to get himself off. He couldn’t say if it had been due to self-pity, an open mind, his sexual frustrations, or some combination of the three, but he actually preferred to get off with his ass and deliciously ample chest instead of using his cock. Quickly crossing to his dresser, he opened his underwear drawer and retrieved his favorite butt plug and a bottle of lube.

If he was actually going to follow through with his plan, there was no point in half-assing it. He licked the plug, coated it in saliva, and reached behind himself. The sensation of cool crystal against his pucker sent a shiver up his spine, but he didn’t let that stop him. Exhaling and holding his thong aside with one hand, he popped the toy into his ass, straightened his attire, and strolled to the door.

The sound of his clawed toes tapping against the floor echoed through the cavernous hallways as his mind went wild. He’d considered putting the moves on Twilight before, but he’d always come up with some reason to hold himself back. She was older than him, their relationship was like that of a parent and child, and they were completely different species - that said, the sexual tension between them had been steadily growing. All things considered, one of two things was going to happen: either Twilight would turn him down and eventually forgive him, or they were going to find a new use for one another.

He stopped just outside the door of her office, lifted a hand, and softly knocked. “Twilight, are you in there?”

“What is it, Spike?” she inquired from within.

Though he was compelled to say something, he slowly exhaled, placed a hand on the doorknob, and let himself in. He’s learned so much from her and her friends, having accompanied them on more adventures than he could count, and he knew when to let his actions speak for himself. He put on his best come hither look, swayed his hips from side to side, and drew his forked tongue over his pouting lips as she looked up at him.

“Spike!” she bleated, frantically covering her groin with a book. “D…don’t I teach you to knock?!”

“I did knock,” he chuckled, clenching his ass and forcing the toy against his prostate.

He’d expected to find her reading or possibly doing some paperwork from the School of Friendship, but what he found was almost unbelievable. Laid across her sofa, with her back resting against one arm, she’d been stroking her dick with a wing. She’d concealed her nethers instantly, having magically seized a particularly massive tome from a nearby shelf to hide her shame, but she wasn’t fast enough. He’d caught her with her hoof in the cookie jar, and he couldn’t have been more pleased with the discovery.

Undeterred, with a knowing smirk splitting his muzzle, he sauntered over to her. “Twilight, I wanted to apologize…”

She quirked a brow and peered up at him in confusion. “Apologize? Apologize for what?”

“Apologize for not being there for you when you needed me,” he sighed, looming over her. Glancing down her body, seeing the glimmering, pre-cum slickened tip of her cock protruding from under the book, he felt his mouth start to water. “I’m sorry…”

“Spike, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she murmured, genuine concern tingeing her voice. “You’ve always worked so hard to grow and - um -” she faltered as she stared up at his heaving bosoms, “you’ve never done anything to disappoint me.”

Sinking to a knee beside her, he drifted closer. “But I have. You’ve been with me since I hatched, looking after me for all these years, and I haven’t fully thanked you.”

Twilight went flush, her jaw flapped noiselessly, and she either wouldn’t or couldn’t look away from the dragon’s tits. “It’s…it’s fine, seriously, there’s no need to - Mmmph?!?”

He struck with the ruthlessness of a viper, shooting forward and burying her face in his cleavage. It was a flawless attack, simultaneously stifling her and exacerbating her flustered state to the nth degree, but he wasn’t done with her yet - not by a long shot. Keeping one hand on the back of her head, ensuring she couldn’t escape, he reached down and delicately plucked the pesky tome from her grasp.

The moment he pulled the book free, her stallionhood sprang free and drooled in the open air. He’d seen her package before on numerous occasions, yet this was the first time he got to view it in all its full, turgid glory. As he held her to his expansive, soft chest, he peered down at her rigid cock in awe.

Twilight’s endowment was substantially bigger than he’d initially assumed it would be, appearing more like a fifth limb than a dick, and he wondered if he’d be able to handle her. He had a few toys he used on himself from time to time, ranging from plugs to a few dildos, but even his biggest one was only a fraction of the alicorn’s size. Snapped from his thoughts by her insistent wriggling, he relaxed his grip and allowed her to retreat.

“Spike, what the h…hay has gotten into you?” she squawked.

“If I’m lucky,” he seamlessly responded, leaning in and bringing his snout to her face, “you…”

Without waiting for a reply, he closed the gap between them and locked lips with her. She shuddered, her hooves flying up and sinking into his chest, but her resistance was halfhearted at best. His long, slick tongue pressed into her muzzle, he groaned softly, and his hand drifted down her frame. If she didn’t get the hint after this, she may be even more dense than he thought.

She trembled as he wrapped his fingers around her length, her eyelids fluttering and hips spontaneously bucking. It was no secret that she was a spinster, having never had nor pursued any romantic interests in the past, but he was going to fix that. Considering he wasn’t technically related to her, and how comfortable they were around one another, it made a bit of sense that they could elevate their relationship to an entirely different level.

Locking eyes with him as he broke their kiss and withdrew his tongue, she fidgeted anxiously. “S…Spike, are you sure that -”

“Sssssssssh,” he hissed, pressing a clawed digit to her lips. “Just sit back, relax, and let Spike take care of everything.”

Getting to his knees beside her, he swung his focus from her face to her nethers. Though he was doing everything he could to act casual, leaning heavily on all the adult material he’d consumed over the years, his nerves and raging libido warred for dominance. It was one thing to read a spicy romance novel, but it was quite another to enact a passionate scene in real life. He shuffled to the side, moving toward her groin, and hungrily peered down at her cock.

A small, nagging part of him told him this was wrong, that doing anything sexual with Twilight would be tantamount to incest, but another, far stronger portion of his id bolstered his resolve. It was now or never, the iron was hot, and he wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip through his fingers. Leaning forward, pressing his nose to the base of her shaft, he drew a breath through his nose.

A musky bouquet hit him like a ton of bricks, setting his heart aflutter. He’d always known Twilight smelled good, like a combination of lavender and old paper, but yet the fragrance of her package was almost overpoweringly strong. He took a second and third breath, basking in the incredible smell of her goods, while he continued lazily stroking her dick.

“Gosh - you smell amazing,” he whispered, peeking up to her face.

Her eyes lay glued to his barely covered ass, staring at his tush like she’d never seen it before, which gave him a moment for pause. Though he’d intended on starting things with a kiss and a blowjob, he wasn’t opposed to being a bit flexible. Getting to his feet, he lifted a leg and nodded down at her.

“Move over just a bit and slide down,” he softly intoned.

Doing as asked, she scrunched her snout. “Aren’t you - Ooooooooooh.”

She fell silent as he crawled over top of her. It was honestly pretty cute - for one of the most intelligent ponies in all of Equestria, a literal genius, she was painfully naive when it came to amorous affairs. He was still a virgin himself, sure, but his perverse enthusiasm for all things passionate gave him a massive handicap with the exchange. With his knees beside her torso, breasts on her groin, and ass mere inches from her face, he snickered to himself.

“Just pull that plug out and - Eeep!” he squeaked as the toy was wrenched out of his backdoor.

“S…sorry,” she sputtered, flinging the crystalline plug away.

“It…it’s fine,” he sighed, feeling the cold air against his winking, slightly gaped hole.

Pulling his top downward and unveiling his breasts, he peered down at her dick. Aside from giving him jaw-dropping curves, there was a reason he’d decided to give himself an absolutely killer rack. As he lowered himself onto his elbows, taking one tit in each hand, he sandwiched her length in his cleavage and opened his mouth.

He lowered his head and filled his muzzle with her stallionhood, shuddering as her tongue ran from his coin purse to his backdoor. Years prior, back when he’d been an ignorant, goofy little kid, he would never have imagined he’d end up fooling around with Twilight, let alone having his first sexual experience with her, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him - if anything, the taboo nature of their tryst only compounded his arousal.

His instincts and lecherous predilections took hold, guiding his every move. As he bobbed his head, rhythmically bumping the back of his throat with her cock-head, he massaged her shaft with his bosoms. Being a busty boy definitely had its perks, not the least of which being the ability to give a tit-job, and he was glad to finally have the chance to put his knockers to good use.

Bucking back against her face, he filled his lungs and steadied himself. She tasted just as good as she smelled, having the masculine strength of a stallion with the feminine appeal of a mare, but he couldn’t get ahead of himself. He’d only throated dildos on a handful of occasions, attempting to wrestle his gag reflex into submission, and he hoped his practice was about to pay off.

He forced himself downward, drove her into his gullet, and fought the urge to gag. It was a brazen, foolish move, attempting to fellate something so massive on his very first time, but he wasn’t deterred. The old adage of go big or go home rang clearly in his mind, providing all the motivation he needed to continue. Lower and lower he crept, feeling his neck bulge from the titanic intrusion, until his lips met her thick medial ring.

“B…buck,” Twilight mewled, apparently taken aback by his skill.

Not wanting to withdraw, but with his throat spasming uncontrollably, he reared back and cleared his airway. “You l…like - Cough - that?”

She leaned to the side and sheepishly smiled. “Y…yeah, it’s g…great.”

“Just wait until we get to the main event,” he quietly tittered, invitingly rolling his hips from side to side.

“Lemme just…” she began, her horn glowing softly in the dim light.

With a flash and pop of displaced air, Spike suddenly found himself atop her on her bed. He hadn’t anticipated things moving as quickly as they were, half-expecting her to turn down his impassioned advance, so it took him a moment to collect himself. It felt wrong to rush and end the blowjob, but he really, really wanted to move things along.

Feeling her nuzzle his tush, he pushed her head back with his tail. He was almost certain she was a virgin, unless she’d snuck off with a lucky mare or femcolt behind his back, so he wanted to make the moment as special as he could for her. Considering she meant the world to him, she’d saved his bacon a number of times, and she’d given her blessing for him becoming the buxom, seductive dragon he’d become, he owed her the very best he could deliver.

He crawled down her body and off of her before turning around to face her. Though he was pretty sure she was just as ready to rut him as he was to get his brains fucked out, there was one small thing he wanted to do first. Rearing back on his knees, he ripped his top up and over his head. While he tried not to be haughty, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of his body.

“Be honest, Twilight ~ you’ve been dying to get your hooves on these sweater puppies,” he mused, playfully squeezing his tits between his upper arms.

Her stallionhood angrily slapped against her belly, smearing her abdomen with pre-cum and saliva, as she reverently nodded. It was cute to see her so out of sorts - a little sad, but cute. She’d devoted her entire adult life to her friends and saving Equestria, taking no time for her own carnal needs, but he was going to fix that. Falling onto all fours, placing his hands to either side of her hips, he wrapped his lips around her stallionhood.

The spontaneous sixty-nine had been a darn good opening act, but being able to suck her off properly was far better. Not only could he see her face, relishing the blissful expression she bore, but he had access to the most sensitive parts of her dick. One of, if not the best thing about being a guy was that he knew all the best ways to service a cock.

His tongue ran along the underside of her stallionhood, he smashed her shaft between his tits, and he drew his lips up and down her shaft. He was so hard that it hurt, his pathetic little nub of a tool staining the interior of his thong with pre-cum, but he ignored it. If - no, when she plowed the cum out of him, he swore he’d never touch his pitiful little prick ever again.

He took his time and savored the salty flavors washing over his palate, the scent in his sinuses, and seeing her in such a vulnerable state were the hottest things he’d ever experienced. The situation couldn’t have been more perfect. He had her wrapped around his finger, enthralled by his beguiling looks and his long, muscular tongue, and he’d only just started. So long as he played his cards right, she’d make the transition from a mother to a lover before the day was out.

Bobbing and twisting his head, enjoying himself entirely too much, he fully committed himself. There were few things he’d wanted to do more than to get some amorous action, so he committed the moment to memory. On the off chance that this was a one time thing, there was no way in Tartarus that he wasn’t going to use the exchange as masturbatory inspiration for the rest of his days.

“S…Spike,” she muttered, her stallionhood pulsing harder than ever, “I…I’m getting close.”

The admission brought him back to the present and cleared his thoughts. As happy as he was that he was doing a fine job, he couldn’t let her blow a load in his mouth. He pushed himself up and shied away. Though he could have done any number of things, from riding her cowgirl to rolling over and spreading his legs, there was one option that rose head and shoulders above the rest.

He turned away from her, bent forward at the waist, and pressed his tits to the mattress. Presenting himself in such a fashion, bent over like a bitch in heat, was the best test he could think of. If she wanted him as badly as he thought she did, she’d have to take the initiative and mount him.

“Thanks for the warmup,” he cooed, reaching back and spreading his cheeks. “Now how about you punish me for being such a bad little dragon.”

Moving with downright frantic speed, she scrambled to her hooves and practically flung herself upon him. Her forelegs locked over his hips, her weight settled on his back, and she began blindly thrusting away like a lust-crazed, lucky colt on prom night. Slipping one arm lower, he reached between his splayed thighs, gingerly grasped her pistoning cock, and guided it to his entrance.

He could have given her some encouragement, yet her zeal more than made up for her lack of experience. No sooner did her cock-head grace his pucker than she braced herself and crammed nearly half her length into him, causing a stifled whimper to creep past his pouting lips - sadly, he was given little time to acclimate to the immense intrusion. There was no pause, nor was there a gradual escalation of intensity - no, Twilight started hammering his ass like it was the last thing she would ever do.

“Oh sweet Celestia -” she groaned, her fat, weighty balls beating against his comparably miniscule coin purse, “this feels amazing!”

Though he tried to reply, the most he could manage was a series of hushed, feminine grunts as she drove the air out of his lungs. There’d been one occasion when he’d brashly shoved his two favorite dildos into himself, a moment which had left him both sore and extremely gratified, yet that couldn’t compare to the overwhelming enormity of being railed by Twilight. Besides having a dick that would put most stallions to shame, her reckless, merciless rutting quickly robbed him of all the confidence he’d gotten throughout the foreplay.

Feeling an odd sensation in his abdomen, he shakily pushed himself up on his forearms and peered past his wildly swaying breasts. He could have sworn he felt her in his stomach, reshaping his insides into a Princessly cock-sleeve for her wanton needs, yet he’d had no way of knowing just how right he’d been. Spying the imprint of her stallionhood within his flat belly, the tip of her shaft nearly reaching his rib cage, he gulped.

Yeah, he was definitely going to be walking kind of funny for a few days - that was if he could even walk at all. Balancing on one arm, he lifted a hand to tweak and pull one of his nipples. Staying relaxed and enjoying her onslaught were the only two things he could do, though the former would be herculean compared to the latter. He twisted his head, peeked up at her, and noticed an odd, almost wolfish grin on her face.

“You’ve been wanting this the whole time ~ haven’t you?” she growled, the harsh question juxtaposed to the timid little mare she’d been minutes prior.

Taken aback, feeling his pupils contract to razored slits, Spike struggled to comprehend what was happening. He’d teased her a bit, sure, and he’d playfully asked for some punishment, but he couldn’t have fathomed she’d suddenly become so serious. Before he could utter a thing, she draped herself over his back, pushed a forehoof to the back of his head, and drove his face into the bed sheets.

“All this - Mmmph - time taunting me, showing off that fat ass and - Huff - those obscene tits of yours,” she continued, her words punctuated by the meaty slaps of her hips impacting his cushiony backside, “and you - Nnnnf - didn’t think this would happen?”

“I…I’m - Aaaaahn - s…sorry,” he somehow managed to whine.

Without breaking her breakneck pace, she brought her muzzle to the side of his head. “This is your fault. Since you’re going to parade yourself around like a whore, that’s exactly how I’m going to treat you…”

“Y…yesh,” he slurred, skyrocketing toward release.

“What are you?” she pressed, breathing hotly into his ear.

“Your whore!” he wailed, bucking back against her. “I’m your needy little slut.”

She ground her thick medial ring against his p-spot, pushing him right to his limit, before she shifted her snout and bit his collar. The trace of pain mingled with the mind-numbing pleasure washing over him, driving him past his limit in the blink of an eye. He came in his thong instantly, his semi-flaccid prick coating his panties with watery jizz. Darned if he knew where all this was coming from, but he’d never seen this side of her.

Somehow or another, a switch had been flicked within Twilight. The soft-spoken, socially awkward pony he’d grown up around was gone, replaced by a domineering, very assertive dickmare. As he sank his claws into the blanket, drooling uncontrollably, his eyes rolled wildly. Reduced to little more than a living, breathing outlet for her pent-up urges, he embraced his newfound role with open arms.

He came more times than he could count, with each climax being more devastating than the last, until he was a quivering, braying heap atop the bed. To call Twilight a she-stud would be an understatement. In his eyes, calling Twilight the Princess of Breeding would be a more apt title than the Princess of Friendship. By the time he sensed her stallionhood starting to flare, her pounding hips becoming a blur, he felt like he was losing his grip of sanity.

Hilting him with all the grace of a meteoric impact, she shuddered and flooded him with her seed. The influx was monumental, bloating his gut and filling him with pint after pint of her rich, virile load, and it brought with it the most devastating orgasm of his life. There was no going back; after that moment, being claimed by somepony he’d always looked up to and admired, a sliver of his consciousness understood that he was no longer her adopted son - he was her bitch.

As she collapsed atop him, he crumpled to the sheets. It was a wonder he hadn’t blacked out, yet he hadn’t succumbed to the sweet, nirvanic oblivion which threatened to consume him. Falteringly looking over at her, seeing her face just beside him, he wearily smiled. He couldn’t have predicted a simple bout of seduction would result in him looking astonishingly gravid, but he wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

He didn’t say a word as he shakily kissed her. He’d always done his best to make her happy or proud, and this was no different. It was as if life had brought them to this juncture, fate forcing their hands and helping them understand that they were practically made for one another, yet they’d both been blind to what their relationship could have been all along.

His heart skipped a beat when she returned the deep, impassioned kiss. Of all the things he’d longed for, he’d never known Twilight would give him the one thing he desired most - true, romantic love. Only time would tell how their relationship changed, if she’d become the mate of his dreams, but something told him that she wouldn’t disappoint him - after all, she never had and he doubted she would ever let him down…

Thorax

“T…thank you all so much. This place w…wouldn’t be what it was without you all - Mmmph - working so hard. I’ll s…see everypony t…tomorrow,” Thorax stuttered, departing from the hive’s weekly townhall meeting.

As soon as she was out of sight, behind the curtain of vines concealing her living room, she hung her head and sighed. Her ordinarily svelte figure and slim waist ballooned outwards, showing the curves and soft belly she’d been hiding from her people for months, and her height diminished. She’d never been cut out to be a ruler, having been more or less elected by the changelings after their reformation, but it wasn’t until recently that she realized what her true calling was.

“Another day of lying to the hive ~ eh?” a sonorous voice softly inquired.

Thorax looked to the side, startled by the question. Trotting out from her room strode the very drone who had been gradually showing her the light, molding her into what she was meant to be, yet the sight of him evoked as much fear as it did admiration. While it was true that he’d always been different from the rest of the hive, more assertive and domineering, he’d grown increasingly forceful with her.

Smiling sheepishly over at him, not daring to look him in the eye, she dipped her head in shame. “I’ll…I’ll do it eventually. You don’t know how hard it is trying to -”

“I don’t care how hard it is - besides, you won’t be able to keep this act up for long. Sooner or later, the hive will learn about you - just like you learned about yourself,” Pharynx stated, cutting her off. Turning to leave, he shook his head and peered back at her. “I expect you to be in your room shortly.”

“Y…yes, sir,” she sputtered, her cheeks darkening despite herself.

She watched him leave, her eyes wandering to his sculpted backside, muscular legs, and the pair of ripe, cum-filled balls hanging from his groin. Her pucker reflexively clenched upon itself as a bead of pre-cum dewed from her atrophied clit. She falteringly smiled and cocked a hind leg, looking down at her groin with a mixture of regret and pride.

Her life had never been easy, having been bullied in her youth, and things hadn’t improved much after she’d become the de facto ruler of the hive. Burdened with the responsibility of caring for her people, the crushing weight of her position was almost too much to bear - that was until her brother became her advisor. Not only did Pharynx ensure the changelings were protected and well-cared for, he’d taken her under his wing and shown her just how misguided she’d been.

Shaking her head, remembering she had other duties to attend to, she cantered off to the bathroom. The day hadn’t been particularly hard, but she was glad to be out of the public eye. It was hard to describe, but the way she was treated at home, while being arguably more demanding than her official obligations, gave her a certain thrill. The way Pharynx treated her, embracing who and what she really was, had become something she looked forward to.

After a quick shower, she made herself presentable. Harlequin lipstick, a bit of blush, eyeliner, mascara, and just the slightest touch of perfume - she spared no expense for her brother. “Almost done!” she called, trotting out and into her guest room.

Rushing into the closet, she found herself in an all too familiar predicament. An array of lace, garters, and silk met her eye, though choosing a particular outfit gave her a moment for pause. She could metamorphose herself to fit into practically anything, yet that would mean violating one of the rules Pharynx had laid down for her. As long as he was home, she had to assume her natural form.

There’d been a time when she could pass as a stallion, a tall, relatively well built one at that, but that felt like a lifetime ago. Under her brother’s tutelage, she’d developed soft curves, an expansive backside, and marish features that could rival those of any model - still, the superficial changes were only part of her transformation. She plucked a set of hot-pink fishnets and a pair of crotchless panties from a hanger, hoping Pharynx would like the selection.

The contrast of how she presented herself in public or in private was jarring to say the least. While she was acting as ruler, she rarely wore anything whatsoever, going so far as to modify her appearance to make her seem more masculine than she actually was, but all that changed behind closed doors. Acting and dressing to please her stud, it wasn’t uncommon that she traipsed about in negligee, sheer undergarments, or scandalous attire just to please him.

Once she was finished dressing herself, giving herself a final, cursory once-over, she nodded and strutted out and toward her bedchamber. Looking a mare hadn’t been easy, especially since it had taken a considerable amount of time to train herself to move like one, but acting like one had come naturally to her - almost like she’d been suppressing it for years on end. As she gracefully trotted down the hallway, swaying her hips and flicking her tail from side to side, her pulse began to race.

“Here I am, s…sir,” she murmured, peeking into her room.

As she’d expected, Pharynx lay sprawled on the bed waiting for her. Laying on his back, with his hind legs splayed, his adonic figure was put on full display. He’d changed over the past few months, much like she had, though the differences between them were like night and day. While she’d grown more effeminate, he’d gotten substantially larger, more muscular, and masculine.

Looking up to his face, tearing her eyes off his groin, she watched a predatory smile split his muzzle. The look he gave her was unmistakable, saying more than words ever could. She averted her gaze in an instant, knowing what was expected of her, and strutted to the foot of the bed.

“Cute outfit,” he grunted as she stepped up and onto the mattress.

“Y…you think so?” she stammered, her heart skipping a beat. “I picked it up the other day when I was in Ponyville. Rarity probably thought -”

“Yeah yeah yeah -” he interrupted, waving a hoof at her. “I don’t really care about where you got it or if Rarity didn’t know it was for you.”

She winced and moved forward, focusing on the task at hoof. “S…sorry…”

Lowering her head, practically crawling up the mattress, she brought her muzzle between his outstretched thighs. Like two succulent, plump oranges, his balls rested beneath the steadily swelling length of his indigo-colored stallionhood. The sight of his loins was a thing of beauty, as terrifyingly intimidating as it was awe-inspiring, and it set her mouth watering.

Pleasing a stallion was a delicate dance. Though she wished to dive in and venerate him, hungrily sucking him off right then and there, she reigned herself in. There were only two types of mares who succumbed to their urges, wanton whores and abject sluts, and she was neither. Kissing her way up his inner thigh, slowly bringing her snout to his groin, she lifted her waist and contentedly wiggled her ass.

He chuckled above her, doubtlessly eyeing her tush, and remained motionless. “I gotta admit, you’ve taken to this like a fish to water - then again, this is what you’ve always wanted ~ isn’t it?”

“Yesh shir,” she slurred, delicately pressing her muzzle to his taint.

She couldn’t see him even if she tried, blinded by his nuts and with his hardening shaft draped atop her head. Every breath drew his intoxicating musk into her lungs, the taste of his sweat graced her lips, and her tail reflexively flagged. While she didn’t know what had inspired him to start looking after her, a part of her was relieved he had started treating her the way he did.

Drawing her tongue up his taint, over his sumptuous balls, and to the base of cock, she risked cracking an eye to peek up at him. He smiled approvingly down at her, encouraging her to continue without saying a thing. This is what real stallions deserved, being pampered and pleasured by their lessers, and she was happy to serve him.

A bead of pre-cum dangled between her legs, slipping from the thing she once called a stallionhood. She’d never gotten a chance to know what it was like to be a stallion, never having bedded anycreature before, and now she never would. Pharynx’s methodical, heavy-hoofed care had brought her servile, submissive tendencies to the fore, and her body had subconsciously responded to her new role.

“I bet you’re leaking already ~ aren’t you?” he hummed above her, seemingly sensing her thoughts. “Roll over and let me see it.”

She did as he asked, resting her cheek on his thigh as she eased herself down fully. If he gave an order, no matter how demeaning it was, she obeyed; it was the natural order of things, the weak bending a knee to the strong, and yet she’d only come to embrace that fact as of late. Rolling her hind quarters to one side, her blush deepening, she lifted a hind leg to display herself to him.

He shifted slightly, lifting his head from the mound of pillows, and his smile broadened. “I’ve seen mares who don’t get wet that fast, but I guess it can’t be helped. Don’t give me that look - you know I’m right.”

Of course he was right - he was always right. He’d been right when he told her she wasn’t a stallion, he’d been right to start training her, and he’d been right when he’d put her in her proper place. Pushing herself up on one foreleg, she brought her snout to the tip of his dick and gave it a little kiss. He wasn’t even fully hard yet, his shaft throbbing and growing by the second, yet his endowment was already an order of magnitude larger than her clit.

“I was thinking about you today and thought I’d do something special,” he continued, drawing her attention up to his face. “Went for a long jog this morning, edged myself for a bit, and haven’t showered since last night.”

She shivered in excitement as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. He’d been thinking about her ~ really? Driving her head forward, slipping his girthy length into her muzzle, she moaned around him. Pharynx was, without the slightest bit of doubt, the largest, most imposing drone she’d ever met, though she wished she’d realized it and what he was capable of sooner.

Swinging her heavily-lidded gaze up at him, unable to keep herself from looking, she marveled at him. He was just so big and strong, things that lay in stark contrast to herself, that she’d genuinely started falling for him. She couldn’t say if she loved him in a purely romantic sense, but he’d gotten her wrapped around his hoof like nopony ever had or likely ever would.

Her free forehoof crept down her chest, past her belly, and to her abdomen to tweak and knead the pair of breasts forming there. It was no secret that changelings were capable of altering their forms, but she couldn’t have fathomed that their base forms were capable of such wonders. While her prick had shrunk considerably, reducing in size to a fleshy, limp nub, her teats had developed considerably.

Snickering to himself, Pharynx watched her rubbing her bosoms. “Can’t wait until those finish filling out. It’ll be nice waking up to a tit fuck - especially after you start lactating.”

As she heard his words, her eyes fluttered, pre-cum oozed from her clit, and her drooling pucker seized upon itself. She deeply inhaled, filling her lungs with air, before she relaxed her throat and drove her head downward. The intrusion wasn’t comfortable, stretching her throat and nearly making her gag, but the gratification she felt more than made up for it.

Unable to speak even if she wanted to, she bobbed her head and began sucking him off properly. Up and down, in and out - his shaft swabbed her gullet and caused her throat to bulge outward. She’d stop when she was told to stop, only slowing to take the occasional sip of musk-filled air, but she wasn’t worried. While it was entirely possible that she would earn a creamy appetizer before dinner, something told her that he wasn’t going to waste an extra thick load from just oral.

Minutes steadily passed, as she fucked her face on him. Patience - patience and subservience were the keys that had unlocked her incredible life. If she’d been impulsive and headstrong, Pharynx likely wouldn’t have bothered with her to begin with - fortunately for her, that wasn’t the case. With her p-spot already aching, and a steady stream of pre leaking down her hip, he reached down and patted her cheek.

“That’s enough,” he flatly stated, prompting her to withdraw.

Rearing back, clearing her aching airway of his shaft, she took care to give his stallionhood a parting kiss. A strand of saliva connected her to his shaft, as she licked her lips clean and timidly grinned. One of two things was about to happen - either he’d give her what she so desperately wanted or, if she was extremely unlucky, he’d prance off to leave her neglected and frustrated.

Rolling to the side, swinging a hind leg up and over her head, he got to his hooves. “Ass up.”

She pushed herself up and complied, pressing her chest to the covers while bracing her hind legs. Trotting around behind her, he gazed at her backside and flexed his groin. The sound of his stallionhood smacking against his underbelly was like a siren’s call, stoking the flames of her burgeoning lust, yet she didn’t budge. He would take her when he was ready to take her - not before and not after.

Without making a sound, he leapt up and mounted her. Her routine was her bedrock, keeping herself prepared to serve him at a moment’s notice, so she was more than ready to accept him. She hiked up her hips and arched her back, recalling all the occasions he’d asked her to do so in the past, and rocked back against him.

“So needy,” he laughed, locking his front hooves over her ample hips. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were wanting to be bred.”

“I…I…” she falteringly began, sensing the warmth of his stallionhood against her hole. “I do…”

“As you wish, my Queen,” he breathed, slowly sinking his length into her.

She turned her head and released a shuddering, throaty sigh, relishing every thick, vascular inch of his shaft. Every detail along of his stallionhood had been seared into her memory, from its subtle upward curve to the prominent vein along its right side, but every time he fucked her was just as amazing as the first. Feeling his medial ring press against her entrance, she threw her ass back and hilted him.

He stopped dead in his tracks and glowered down at her. “Did I say you could do that?”

Shaking her head, she cursed her libido. “No…”

Rolling his eyes and giving her a small, reassuring slap on the tush, he steadied himself. “I suppose it’s fine. Just don’t get too eager…”

He withdrew and hauled a portion of his length free, in spite of her vice-like grasp on him, before he started thrusting. Though he moved at a relaxed pace, possibly savoring the way she milked him, she found herself sailing towards a climax. There’d been times when she’d cum just from blowing him, playing with her teats until she was whimpering uncontrollably while spilling her impotent spunk to the floor, so it came as no shock that she wasn’t going to last for very long.

Being rutted would have been heavenly enough, but knowing how to use his monumental dick was only part of Pharynx’s charm. He leaned in and pressed his chest to her back, his hooves gliding around her waist to toy with her breasts, and he breathed hotly on her ear. In practically the blink of an eye, after no more than a dozen strokes or so, she mewled and gushed jizz to the bedsheets beneath her.

“That might be a new record,” he jeered, playfully biting her collar as he continued languidly railing her.

It took her a moment to regain her composure, fighting through the blissful haze of her orgasm, but she hastily put herself to work. She’d heard that some mares were a bit too docile, simply laying or standing there while being bred, but Pharynx had made sure she didn’t become one of them. Clamping down on his backstrokes, while relaxing on his plunges, she weakly bucked back to meet his pounding hips.

Good mares did everything they could to make their stallion happy, good mares put the pleasure of their lover above themselves, and she was very much a good mare. Nopony had forced Pharynx to choose her, to take her as a mate and educate her on how to be a Queen, yet he had and she appreciated him all the more for it. While it was true that he was strict, undoing a lifetime of bad habits and lies she’d told to herself, a deep-seated portion of herself, a portion she hadn’t known existed, basked in his particular brand of affection.

Plap Plap Plap

The drumbeat of their colliding bodies was music to her ears, as was the sound of his heavy breaths and gratified grunts, while his pace unhurriedly quickened. For a fleeting instant, having his muzzle just beside her snout, she was tempted to kiss him, but she abstained. Pharynx was many things, a veritable paragon of virility and strength, but a romantic lover he was not. Focusing on getting him off, she shuffled back and gyrated against him.

He returned the favor in an instant, driving forward and pushing her face into the bedspread. Spittle crept out of the corner of her mouth as she relinquished what little control she had. There was a point with him when he took full control - not just because he enjoyed it, but because she was so much weaker than him. His fat, meaty nuts beat against her coin purse, tainting her delight with rhythmic traces of discomfort, but that was hardly a bad thing.

Pain was a part of being a mare, it was a fact of life. The satisfaction she felt was from being used, the byproduct of being a pair of warm holes for her stud. Back when Pharynx had seen fit to mold her into the creature she was today, she rarely got off - mercifully for her, be it from her flourishing masochism, her body adjusting to its purpose, or some combination of the two, that wasn’t a concern anymore.

Rocking forward with his every thrust, groaning louder and louder by the minute, she constricted around his shaft. Even if she had wanted to, she wouldn’t have been able to do a thing to stop him. Like always, the strength fled from her limbs - sadder still, but much to Pharynx’s amusement, her clit flopped and bounced about on her groin. It was a shame he couldn’t see how pitiful she was, but that wasn’t her concern.

She progressively slipped into a trance as her body did what Pharynx had remade it to do. Soft mewls crept past her lips, she trembled beneath him, and the unsavory noises of her loose, abused backdoor filled the air. While once she’d been a proud savior of her people, she was now a slatternly Queen for none other than her brother and her brother alone.

“Mmmmm,” he hummed, countering her movement with a particularly hard plunge.

His unspoken compliment made her swoon. It was rare for him to encourage her, his praise being virtually nonexistent, so she cherished each little niceness he provided. Emboldened, she pushed herself up slightly and hammered her rump against him - unfortunately for her, her hubris came back to bite her. His every movement came to an end, he pressed a hoof to her head, and he hopped off her in the blink of an eye.

“Such a shame,” he lamented, shaking his head, “and you were doing so well.”

Her eyes widened, the cold air against her gaped hole was harsh, and a pit formed in her stomach. She’d screwed up - she’d screwed up bad. Pharynx may forgive a minor transgression on occasion, but she’d clearly overstepped her boundaries. She stayed where she was and watched him hop off the bed, silently praying all the while that he wasn’t too upset with her.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” she admitted, taking full ownership of her folly. “It’s just so hard not to be excited around you…”

“I know - I know, little things like you have trouble controlling themselves,” Pharynx tutted. “Maybe I’m getting soft, but I’ll give you a second chance. If you really, really want me to stay, how about you do something to convince me…”

Before he was even finished speaking, she flopped over and presented herself for him. She squirmed down to the very foot of the bed, leaving her tush hanging off the end of the mattress, and obediently lifted her hind legs. It would have been nice to get rutted in any position, but she had a fondness for missionary - plus he seemed to like it when she showed herself off in such an obscene fashion.

As he walked around to her, he eyed her rump and flicking tail. “Spread for me. I want to see your pussy.”

Leaning forward, she reached down, clasped the doughy cheeks of her ass, and did as she was told. She would have looked at him, if only to see his reaction, but the mention of a certain word struck one of the remaining chords she had. Though the well-used, swollen, vertical slit of her pucker was, for all intents and purposes, a pussy, she felt awkward whenever Pharynx called it that.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Pharynx sighed, running his hoof up the cleft of her ass and causing her backdoor to wink. “That is what it is, you know - a pussy. Mares have a pussy ~ don’t they?”

Thorax swallowed hard, reluctantly peering over to her brother’s face. “Y…yeah…”

“And what don’t mares have?” he pressed, his hoof wandering up to her groin.

Stifling a whimper as he nudged her coin purse, she gnawed her lip. “A s…stallionhood…”

“That’s right,” he condescendingly mused. “Here - I want to show you something.”

Rearing onto his hind legs, pressing his forehooves to either side of her hips, he stepped forward. The behemoth that was his stallionhood slid up her thigh and settled on her crotch, utterly dwarfing her miniscule, slavering clit. The contrast of their sizes was phenomenal, further cementing their differences, all but making her stare in open awe.

“This is what a real stallionhood looks like,” he snickered. Running his hips forward and back, crushing her meager endowment, he lubricated his shaft with her pre-cum. “What’s that little thing I’m rubbing against right now - you know, that pathetic little thing that’s been dribbling since you got home?”

“My clit,” she whispered, fighting the urge to buck her hips.

Stepping back, kissing his cock-head to her entrance, he peaked a brow up at her. “And this?”

“My pussy,” she relented, her voice a bit firmer this time.

She squirmed in place, hoping - no, praying he was going to claim her. No matter what she did, regardless of how hard she tried, nothing quite compared to the feeling of being rutted by him. The toys she’d bought only served as a diversion, giving her a mere taste of what he could deliver, making him her only true way of getting off. Wondering what was wrong, why he hadn’t sank into her welcoming, cavernous depths, she summoned the courage to look him in the eye.

“That’s right,” he murmured, driving his hips forward and applying more pressure to her battered hole, “I want you to look at me as I fuck what little masculinity is left out of you…”

Her eyes rolled back, the breath hitched in her throat, and she stifled a groan, as he plunged into her. She nearly came from the intrusion alone, her p-spot utterly crushed by the bloated crown of his shaft. His heat radiated through her, the sight of him was akin to the divine, and his scent filled her nostrils - fogging her mind and making it impossible to think.

Staring down at her, he licked his lips. “Somepony’s close already? You’re so pitiful - I mean, just look at you! Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if you dreamt about getting knocked up and - Oh…”

The mention of being knocked up cast Thorax over her limit in the blink of an eye. She thrashed under him, braying to the heavens as her fetlocks snapped closed around his hips. There was no way he could have been aware of it prior, but she had been fantasizing about fulfilling her queenly duties to expand the hive. Inspired by her reaction, or possibly wishing to sate his own desires, he set to plowing her in earnest.

Getting fucked from behind had been fantastic, but being bred while she was on her back was downright heavenly. Though she could barely form a thought, let alone a coherent word, she flexed her legs and aided his plunges. As the blinding ecstasy began to fade, allowing her to shudderingly lift her head, she stared down at herself in amazement.

Her belly bulged with each thrust, the soft skin of her abdomen showing the imprint of Thorax’s godly tool, and her bosoms wobbled about freely. She knew it was impossible, that such a thing was foolish to dwell on, but she really, truly would love to become a proper Queen. The thought of her sitting on her throne, filled with a clutch of eggs inseminated by her very own brother, had been enough to tip her over the edge on many of their erotic trysts, but she wouldn’t have guessed Pharynx would ever discover that closely guarded secret.

“Say it,” he huffed, screwing her harder and faster with every passing second. “Admit you want me to sire a brood within you.”

“Yes!” she wailed, driven to the brink of madness by her desires. “Mark me, claim me, ruin me, BREED ME! I don’t care about anypony other than you! Make me your Queen!”

The admission dealt a ruinous blow to everything she’d once been, but it had been worth it. Like a wild, rut-crazed beast, he snarled. It may have been her imagination, a side effect of her own hysteric delight, but she could swear he was growing larger before her very eyes. He leaned in, looming over her without slowing in the slightest, and fanged muzzle to her face.

“Mine,” he snarled, shooting forward and biting her neck.

She wailed in unfettered rapture, climaxing the moment his fangs graced her flesh, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. Using every ounce of his strength, he jackhammered into her. Between the incredible size of his endowment and his ruthlessness, she had no doubt that no other stallion, changeling or otherwise, would ever be able to please her, but that mattered little - the only thing she cared about was earning his potent seed.

A third orgasm hit her shortly after the second, followed by a fourth and a fifth, until she was wracked with continuous waves of unremitted pleasure. She was nothing more than a toy for Pharynx, a fertile little sow to bear him generations of offspring, and she loved it. As he started to flare, his breakneck pace losing any sense of rhythm, she threw her forelegs around his big, muscular torso and held on for dear life.

Sinking every inch of his pulsing shaft into her, fitfully bucking his hips, he opened the floodgates. His cum, far thicker and richer than usual, coursed into her depths and marked her in ways nopony ever had or likely ever would. The sensation of being filled so completely bordered on the insane, and it brought with it a divine catharsis.

Though she had no way of knowing it, she’d been granted her wish. Dozens upon dozens of unfertilized eggs within her were bathed in seed, while she endured the most mind-blowing climax she’d ever had. Tears of joy streamed down her face, her limbs fell limp, and her belly steadily bloated, swelling and gurgling from the monumental influx, yet she somehow managed to remain conscious.

Sweat and jizz covered their bodies, the room absolutely reeked of sex, and she wouldn’t be surprised if half of the hive had heard them going at it, yet she had no regrets. It would only be a matter of time until her newly founded relationship with Pharynx was made public, and she’d already heard whispers about how close they were, so she came to a decision right then and there; so long as her brother approved, she’d tell her subjects about their new King.

King - the word was electrifying. If she was a Queen, it only felt right to have a King by her side. Pharynx was perfect for the position, keeping drones in line and making sure the hive was safe, and she couldn’t have been happier to have him as her stud and the true power governing things - besides, she may have been a royal, but she had, did, and always would submit to his wishes anyway.

It was several minutes before either of them moved, though it felt like a small eternity. Pharynx unsteadily pushed himself up, stepped back, and hauled his slickened, softening stallionhood from her battered hole. It was all she could do to stare up at the ceiling and heave air into her chest, amazed beyond words by the experience.

“S…surprised you didn’t make a mess,” he croaked, poking her taut pucker.

She wasn’t aware that she’d somehow tightened up, trapping all of his precious gift within herself, until he’d mentioned it. As she wearily lifted her head and looked down at herself, her jaw went slack. Anypony who saw her could easily mistake her as being pregnant, gravid beyond reasoning and on the cusp of a delivery, and the sight moved her in a way that shouldn’t have been possible.

“Thank you,” she breathed, peering over at him with tears in her eyes. “Thank you so much, Pharynx.”

His expression softened, if only in the slightest, and he looked away. “I was going to expect you to suck me clean, but I guess that can -”

“I’ll do it!” she chirped, ponderously rolling to her side and bringing her face to the edge of the bed. “It’s a Queen’s duty to serve her King!”

He smiled - not a callous smile, but a genuine, approving smile, and trotted over to her. Standing with his forehooves on the mattress, he brought his cum-slathered, immense stallionhood to her face. She wasted no time in awkwardly shuffling over to fulfill her task, mopping his shaft with her tongue and pouting lips.

“Thank you - Thank you, my King,” she mindlessly repeated, only pausing to take breaths and peek up at him. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re quite welcome,” he hummed, his length swelling and growing harder by the second, “my Queen…”

Button and Rumble

“Do…do you think anypony will show up?” Button quietly asked, adjusting the purse strung around his neck.

Rumble shrugged as he leaned against a lamp post beside him. “You ask that every night we come out here,” he sighed. “When have we not had a customer?”

The svelte earth pony scrunched his snout and turned his gaze to the sidewalk. “If s…somepony does show up, I hope they’re big and handsome.”

“Ugh -” Rumble grunted, rolling his eyes. “As long as they have the bits to afford us, I don’t care what they look like, but I wouldn’t mind if they’re packing some heat.”

The two fell silent, lingering beneath the lit patch of concrete alongside the nearly vacant boulevard. Far from the more affluent district of Canterlot, the part of town they occupied was known for less than reputable goings-on. Guards rarely came through the area, it was sparsely populated, and ponies tended to turn a blind eye to unscrupulous happenings, making it the perfect spot for the duo to put themselves to work.

Though the two had dropped out from the School of Friendship less than a month before graduation, they’d started quite the lucrative business. They’d known one another since they were colts, having grown up together and developed a mutual fondness for big, beefy stallions, so it seemed only logical that they work the streets as a team. While they could have easily gotten clients naturally, since they were both rather slender and effeminate, they’d invested in several enhancements to increase their appeal.

Rumble had been the first to discover the changeling brothel just outside of Ponyville, and he’d leapt at the opportunity to utilize their services. With a slender waist, exquisitely generous backside, and a pair of budding teats above his chaste equipment, he was the epitome of a sissy femcolt - a look which often led to him surprising clients with how assertive he could be with carnal affairs. While he may have looked like a total bottom-bitch, which he was, it wasn’t uncommon for him to take charge and power-bottom studs into submission.

In comparison to his companion, Button was a bit more reserved - sure he had marish good looks, an adorable face, and a tush that often turned heads, but he hadn’t altered his appearance that much. He was immeasurably thankful to have Rumble with him - not because he couldn’t lure stallions on his own, but because he was still a bit sheepish about talking to prospective clients. As much as he loved sucking somepony off or getting bred into a coma, it wasn’t like he could just confess such wanton desires to some random customer.

Peering down the road, seeing a figure moving in their direction, Rumble stepped to the side and elbowed his friend’s shoulder. “What’s that?”

Button jumped, followed his companion’s gaze, and squinted into the distance. “Diamond dog maybe? Do I look ok?”

“As fine as ever,” the pegasus chuckled, his eyes lingering on the femcolt’s barely concealed tush. “And me?”

Dipping his head, seeing the glimmering chastity cage locked around Rumble’s colthood, Button halfheartedly smiled. “Mmmhmm!”

Despite their subtle differences and contrasting personalities, the pair were similarly dressed. Button had selected stockings, a thong, and a micro skirt for the evening, while Rumble had donned fishnets, a choker, a glimmering silver chastity cage. They’d both done themselves up with lipstick, mascara, eye liner, and a touch of blush before they’d set out for the night.

Playing it cool until the figure drew nearer, close enough for him to see he’d been looking at a particularly large dragon, Rumble whistled and caught the towering reptile’s ear. “Hey there, handsome. Looking for a good time tonight?”

Button wandered toward the slowing biped. “Oh wow - it’s rare for dragons to come though here! You’re so big!”

Easily triple the height of either of the ponies, the well-built dragon cocked a brow. “You mares offering?”

“Depends,” Rumble snickered, trotting over to join his friend. “You willing to pay for both of us? We’re a package deal.”

“Heh ~” the titanic beast chuckled, smoke billowing from his nostrils. Sinking into a squat, yet still having to look down at the pair, he looked between the two. “Didn’t expect to find two cute little things out here, but I ain’t complaining. What’re your names?”

“I’m Rumble,” the pegasus replied, winking up at the brute before motioning over to his companion, “and he’s Button.”

Laughing slightly harder, the dragon shook his head. “The name’s Blaze, but you can call me Daddy.”

Button’s eyes wandered from Blaze’s face, down his massive pecs, past his abs, and to his groin. He’d never been with a dragon before, though he certainly wasn’t opposed to the experience. With his mouth starting to water, seeing the tips of two cocks steadily emerge from the vertical opening at the colossal reptile’s nethers, he shivered in place.

“Shame I’m a little light on coin,” Blaze sighed, rising to his full, intimidating height. “Guess I’ll have to -”

“W…wait!” Button bleated, drawing the dragon’s attention over to him. “We’ll do it for a discount!”

Scowling over at his companion, Rumble scrunched his snout. “Button…”

“Rumble, he has two of them,” Button asserted, unable to look away from the twin-dicks steaming the air around Blaze’s crotch.

Rumble had been so interested in making some cash that he hadn’t even noticed how excited the dragon had been getting. Dangling in the open air, growing longer and thicker by the minute, were two monstrous, crimson cocks. Each tool would have been more than enough to stuff his throat or stretch his ass, yet Blaze wielded a matching pair of the thick, meaty lengths. Swiftly shaking his head and clearing his lecherous thoughts, he coughed into his hoof.

“Two dicks - half price,” he mumbled, practically kicking himself for offering such a discount.

“For two little mares like yourselves, sounds like a steal,” Blaze mused, thoughtfully rubbing his chin, “but let’s make this interesting. If you can’t walk back here by the time I’m done with you, you get to spend the entire night with me.”

“D…deal!” Button sputtered, gazing longingly up at their customer.

With a heavy sigh, Rumble nodded. “I guess it’s a deal then…”

Turning away, Blaze lumbered in the direction he’d come from. “Come on - I think I passed a little hotel down the street.”

Trotting along behind the dragon, Button and Rumble grinned at one another. It was a bit unfortunate that they started off their evening by effectively screwing themselves out of bits, but it was hardly the worst thing in the world. Without saying a word, in spite of the dragon’s dual-endowments, they knew they’d be able to make short work of their customer and be back on the street in no time flat.

They were well-acquainted with the seedy hotel they ended up going to, having used the joint on a regular basis. After getting a key from the lobby, they saw themselves to their room. It was a dance they’d done many times before, and would doubtlessly do many times in the future, so they put themselves to work as soon as the door was closed behind them.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Rumble giggled, waving to the bed. “Button and I will be right back.”

Scampering into the bathroom, with the pegasus following along behind him, Button sat his purse down beside the sink. He didn’t mind carrying their supplies, finding the little hoofbag a nice accessory to his look, and he knew right where everything was. Pulling out a bottle of lube, leaving a stack of condoms where they lay, he eyed a small vial resting on a spare pair of his panties.

“You think we’ll need this?” he inquired, presenting the tiny flask.

Rumble snatched the bottle from his friend’s grasp, pulled the cork free with his teeth, and took a swig. “Did you see the size of him? Yeah, we’re definitely going to need it.”

“Won’t hear me complain, but we are getting kinda low,” Button grumbled, taking the elixir back and helping himself to a generous sip.

Though they told themselves they didn’t need it, they’d developed a taste for the changeling venom they bought from Talon. The elixir increased their sensitivity by an order of magnitude, increased their pliability, and made sex a transcendental experience. Once they’d both tidied themselves up, straightening their outfits and pre-lubing their backdoors, they strutted back out into the room, looked to the bed, and nearly stumbled over one another.

“Hmmmph,” Blaze snorted, stroking a cock in each hand. “You two gonna stand there looking at ‘em or are you gonna get busy?”

Rumble dashed sailed up and onto the mattress, landing beside the supine dragon’s left hip. Quickly following his friend, scrambling up on the bed, Button situated himself to blaze’s right side. It was the first occasion when they’d both had a tool to work - at least when they were with a single client, so they eagerly leaned in and brought their muzzles to the pair of endowments.

With his snout mere inches from the tip of one length, Button drew a breath through his nose and shuddered. Blaze’s musk was exquisite, strong and unlike anything he’d ever smelled before, and it set his heart to race. As he opened his mouth and lowered his head, a bead of drool rolled past his pouting lips and to his chin.

While he may have been a bit more overtly timid than his companion, his penchant for cock never failed to embolden him. Steadily bobbing his head, leaving streaks of lipstick along the carmine shaft in his maw, he peered up at the dragon’s adonic face. He’d always had a weak spot for larger customers, especially ones who could ruin his hole, but he wouldn’t deny he found himself very attracted to Blaze.

Salty, unfamiliar flavors washed over his tongue, the cock-head tickled the back of his throat, and he felt his colthood twitch under his skirt. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten off to anything but anal, having lost the ability to get erect some time ago, but he wasn’t about to cut the blowjob short. Though his enthusiasm had meant he wouldn’t be getting paid as much as usual, this was still a job - as such, he was going to do everything in his power to ensure his dual-dicked titan was fully satisfied.

Rumble smirked and watched his friend, amazed at how eager the little earth pony could be when properly motivated. Gazing into Blaze’s eyes, he lowered his head and kissed the root of the dragon’s nearest shaft. As fun as it would be to start sucking the big guy off, he wanted to savor the moment - that and he took no small amount of joy in riling studs up.

As he slowly, almost tenderly wrapped his lips around the hot, girthy shaft of dragon meat, he glanced downward. It was a bit of a shame that he didn’t have a pair of plump balls to play with, though that was far from the most important thing in the world. As far as he was concerned, regardless of Blaze’s anatomy, he’d be happy as long as he ended up getting painted in or bloated with seed.

The cage locked to his package grew snug, tingeing his pleasure with the slightest bit of discomfort. His equipment was fully functional, getting hard and being extremely sensitive, which was precisely why he’d removed it from any bedroom equations. While he could have procured a potion to make him impotent, or hedged his bets that he’d befall the same fate as Button, he enjoyed denying himself any pleasure that a real stallion would receive.

Noticing that the dragon was looking down at him, he extended his wings, adjusted his positioning, and lifted a hind leg as far as he could. He’d had no way to know if the scaled beefcake was into locked femcolts, so he couldn’t help but smile when he saw Blaze’s reaction to seeing he was in chastity. Clenching his ass and flexing his pelvis, forcing pre-cum to leak from his cage, he groaned and slipped the cock into his snout.

Blaze grunted, sitting up smiling down to the two hookers sucking him off. “Always heard you pony sluts were decent at giving head - gotta say, I’m impressed.”

Increasing their pace, Button and Rumble lavished the underside of the respective cocks they serviced. Though their techniques differed slightly, they drew a contented rumble from the dragon. Both knew it would only be a matter of time until the brute would want to move things along, likely bending one of them over to sate his carnal desires with them, so they took their time, coated their palates with exotically tasting pre-cum, and hungrily gagged themselves on his shafts.

From an outsider’s perspective, it was a sight to behold. With their masses combined, Button and Rumble were only a fraction of Blaze’s size - furthermore, his endowments were nearly as big as one of their legs. As one dipped their head, the other pulled back - moving in concert like a well-oiled machine. Their technique was impeccable, honed from dozens upon dozens of past customers, but skill was only part of the equation.

It wasn’t until they’d arched their backs and began invitingly swaying their rumps from side to side, adding to the show, that Blaze brought the tandem blowjob to an end. With a grunt and a sneer, he caught their attention and waved a hand. They obeyed without question, mopping his lengths clean of saliva and the traces of lipstick they’d left, and pulled away to look up at him.

“Belly to belly at the side of the bed,” he grunted, shuffling down the mattress and getting to his feet. Turning and peering down at them, seeing their confused expressions, he rolled his eyes. “If you haven’t realized,” he sighed, waving to his groin, “I have one for each of you. Put yourselves belly to belly at the edge of the mattress; I wanna see you little faggots making out when I fuck your asses.”

Button was the first to move, positioning himself to one side of the bed before waving for his friend to join him. Being a bit more collected than his companion, yet no less eager to begin, Rumble joined the earth pony and did as he was told. Facing one another, their snouts less than an inch apart, they lifted their hind legs and pressed their bodies together.

“There ya go,” Blaze rumbled, stepping over and taking one of his tools in each hand. “Got a little challenge for you - whichever of you bitches lasts longer gets a little prize ~ how’s that sound?”

Gnawing his lip and nodding, Button flagged his tail. “S…sounds good to me, Daddy!”

“Fine by me, I guess,” Rumble relented.

While he didn’t say anything, he knew he had the impromptu game in the bag. Button was his best friend in all of Equestria, there wasn’t a secret between them, and they made one heck of a team - which was why he was absolutely certain he was going to win. As close as he was to his fellow femcolt, his companion always - always rode a hair trigger. Gazing down his chest, past the little pair of bosoms on his abdomen, he watched as the dragon inched forward and brought his endowments to bear.

“Oh buck,” Button whimpered, shivering from hoof to head as he was penetrated.

The first thing to strike him was the shape of Blaze’s tool. Every stallionhood he’d ever serviced, regardless of its size, had a blunt, ridged head. Though he honestly loved the feeling of a crown popping into his pucker, grinding over his prostate as it plunged into his depths, the spear-like length of the reptile’s dick slipped in with almost no effort whatsoever. As his eyelids fluttered, feeling the shaft sink deeper and deeper, he wrapped his forelegs around Rumble’s neck.

As if the size and shape of the dragon’s cock wasn’t amazing enough, the heat radiating through him was phenomenal. He’d heard that the fire-breathing reptiles had a substantially higher body temperature than ponies, but he could never have guessed how incredible it would feel to get fucked by one. Peeking down at his customer, feeling the giant slow, he almost whined in disappointment.

“Don’t worry, neither of you are going to leave here walking right,” Blaze mused as he drew his hips back.

Rumble fought from scrunching his snout, seeing the dragon was only able to partially fill them. While it was certainly novel to be screwed at the same time, by the same creature as his friend, it was regrettable that Blaze could only manage to use about two-thirds of either of his lengths. He turned his eyes up at the reptile’s face and smirked, unable to control himself.

“Hope you’re going to hilt at least one of us when you cum,” he tittered.

Giving a small thrust, then a second and a third, Blaze leaned forward and rested his hands on the femcolts’ sides. “Button, how about you shut your friend up.”

“Yes, D…Daddy,” Button stammered, leaning in and kissing the pegasus on the lips.

Closing his eyes and returning the kiss, slipping a forehoof behind Button’s head, Rumble moaned. It wasn’t that he had anything against making out with his friend - heck, they regularly did so to entertain customers, but the promise of a prize robbed any enjoyment from the moment. While he had no way to tell what Blaze would give the victor, he had every intention of finding out.

He pulled Button closer and bucked his hips, rubbing his cage against his companion’s flaccid colthood. There wasn’t a creature on the planet, pony or otherwise, who knew his friend better than him, so he put his intimate knowledge to work. Gyrating against and french kissing the femcolt, he loudly groaned.

Their bodies were driven forward and back atop the mattress, while they embraced one another and milked the dragon’s shafts. Moments like these were why they worked as a team. It was nice to have somepony there to support you, yet that was only part of the appeal. Working as a unit, typically with one being rutted while the other put their mouth to work, they’d yet to meet a creature they couldn’t handle.

The myriad of practice they had, given by a whole host of different creatures who’d sought their services, paid dividends - still, the magnitude of Blaze’s cocks made the ordeal a trial. Squished together, their bellies bulged from the immense intruders rearranging their insides. They wouldn’t have stood a chance against the gargantuan dragon alone - mercifully for both of them, that wasn’t a concern.

As he steadily increased his pace, caressing and smiling down upon the pair, Blaze’s lips curled in a twisted smile. “Hot damn - if that ain’t a sight. Are you two a couple or something?”

Pulling back and breaking the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva connecting him to his friend, Rumble glanced up at the dragon. “Just - Mmmmn - friends…”

“I fuckin’ - Hnnnn - love when sissies buddy up like you two,” Blaze continued, giving a particularly hard plunge that made the duo mewl. “Makes me want to bring both of you home with me.”

“W…we’re - Aaaaahn - n…not for sale, D…Daddy!” Button mumbled.

“That wasn’t a question,” the Dragon snarled. “And I don’t remember asking for all this backtalk, bitch.”

“Yes, Daddy!’ Button wailed. “S…sorry, Dad - Mmmph?!?”

Turning Button to face him, Rumble silenced his friend with another long, passionate kiss. Yeah, this was going to be too easy. Maybe it was a coincidence, perhaps it was fate - regardless of the exact reason behind it - Blaze checked nearly every box on his buddy’s kinks list. Huge? Check. Muscular? Check? Well-hung? Definitely check. Daddy kink? Oh yeah - that’s a big check.

He almost felt bad about driving the little earth pony over the limit - almost, but everything was fair in the bedroom. Pulling Button’s mane, he pushed his head forward and humped his friend. Judging from the little earth pony’s trembling, it wouldn’t be long until he got what he wanted. As he rhythmically relaxed and squeezed the shaft pistoning in and out of him, he fought to keep himself from laughing.

Button pulled his head back, almost instantly realizing what the pegasus was doing, but he was only delaying the inevitable. Each plunge from Blaze accosted his tender p-spot, he was leaking pre-cum like a faucet, and the breath hitched in his throat. He’d been doomed from the very start, not having the slightest chance against Rumble, which left him with only one option.

“Daddy!” he brayed, wantonly throwing his tush back to meet the dragon’s thrusts. “Don’t stop, Daddy!”

He’d never been able to explain it, but there was something magical about the word Daddy. Milking the scaled stud’s length, leaving his limp colthood to uselessly flop around, he skyrocketed toward release. If he’d been working by himself, he would have never considered doing something so self-indulgent - fortunately for him, he had a partner to pick up the hedonistic slack.

Shifting most of his focus down to the desperate little earth pony, Blaze smirked. “Cum for me, baby - cum for Daddy…”

No sooner had the words passed his lips than he was met with a climactic howl. Button went rigid, his pucker spasming around his length, he watched as the femcolt gushed weak, watery seed. After bucking his hips one final time, literally plowing the cum out of the earth pony, he stepped back and hauled his cocks free.

“Guess that makes you the winner,” he whispered, flashing his teeth down at the pegasus.

Rolling over and getting onto his belly, abandoning his quivering, quietly gasping friend, Rumble reached back with his wings and spread his ass. “Guess so, Daddy.”

“Damn if that ain’t a sight,” Blaze purred, eyeing Rumble’s gaped, wiking hole and pink interior. Almost reluctantly looking back to the pegasus’ face, he nodded to the center of the mattress. “Move your buddy over and make some room for me.”

“Sorry,” Rumble breathed, wrestling his friend to the side and out of the way.

“I…I can - Cough - still help,” Button weakly grumbled, trying and failing to stand. “I want - Gah!”

“Pipe down, cutie,” Blaze chuckled, having slapped the femcolt’s rump. “If you think I’m done with you, you’re sorely mistaken,” he added, nonchalantly reassuming the position he’d been in earlier. Patting his thigh, he waved down at his crotch. “They ain’t gonna fuck themselves…”

Rumble heart skipped a beat. If there was one position he loved more than any other, it was cowgirl. No matter who he was screwing himself on, being on top and holding all the power was a phenomenal experience. Coolly flitting over and landing on the dragon’s chiseled abs, he faced the colossus and swung his tush from side to side.

“Eenie, meenie, miney, mo,” he cooed, rubbing his ass along the pair of cocks.

“Cute - real cute,” Blaze growled, “even if it is kinda silly.”

Practically pouting, Rumble knit his brow. “Well I gotta pick one of them somehow!”

“Let me make this easy for you,” the dragon snarled, grabbing his dicks and holding them together. “There ya go…”

Rumble’s eyes widened, a chill shot through him, and his cage struggled to contain his colthood. Though he considered himself very experienced at getting railed, his pucker having only yielding the slightest resistance to exceptionally large cocks, the prospect of being double-penetrated gave him a moment for pause. Since each of Blaze’s endowments was far larger than the average stallionhood, handling two of them at once would be a challenge.

Feebly crawling over, Button pawed at the dragon’s arm. “I’ll…I’ll do it, Daddy, I promise…”

“Sssssssssh,” Blaze softly, almost endearingly hissed, stroking the earth pony’s cheek. “I’ll breed you later - for now, I owe your friend his reward.”

“You promise you’ll give him a creampie later?” Rumble asked.

Cocking his head to the side, the dragon beamed. “That’s sweet of you, looking out for your buddy. I’ll knock his fat little ass up as soon as I’m done with you, I swear.”

Meeting Blaze’s eyes, guiding himself by feel, Rumble adjusted his stance until he felt the twin-tips kiss his backdoor. While he was still slightly nervous about taking both of Blaze’s cocks, he wasn’t about to back down now. This was about more than the heavily discounted amount of bits he was going to earn, this was about his pride as a bottom.

He slowly exhaled and closed his eyes, relaxing himself as much as he could as he began bearing his weight down. Even with the pointed tips trying prodding his pucker, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to successfully impale himself. There’d been times in the past when his eyes were bigger than his holes, leading to a small number of shamefully awkward moments, and he prayed this wouldn’t add to them.

“Here,” Blaze sighed, sliding his hands around the pegasus’ waist, “let me help.”

Before Rumble could say a word, his pride demanding he do the job himself, he was forced downward. In one smooth, brutal stroke, he was skewered on two of the biggest cocks he’d ever laid eyes on. His mouth hung open in a breathless scream, impotent foal-batter gushed from his cage, and his utterly stuffed ass convulsed, but the dragon wasn’t done with him yet - not by a long shot.

He was lifted up, unsheathing nearly half of Blaze’s lengths, and then driven back down. He didn’t notice the titan lifting and bracing his legs, nor did he hear the ominous laugh filling the air, as his customer started thrusting. It wasn’t until his orgasm subsided, with a second climax already welling within him, that he rolled his head back and howled in glee.

“Little - Unf - sluts like you are all the same,” Blaze barked, using the pony like a sex-toy. “All bark and no bite.”

Steadily regaining his strength, Button watched on in open awe. A part of him was jealous that his best friend got to experience something so unimaginably intense, but another, far more reasonable portion of himself was thankful he’d been spared the brutal fucking. Rumble was looser than himself, being a bit of a masochist, but there was no way in Tartarus the pegasus wasn’t going to be completely ruined after this.

Seeing the dragon shift a hand, he tore his eyes off the action and over to Blaze’s face. The titanic beast was staring dead at him, chilling him to the core. He couldn’t move, all but paralyzed, as the behemoth reached over, effortlessly scooped him up, and brought him closer.

“You want it ~ don’t you?” Blaze inquired, drawing a sheepish nod from the earth pony. “I’ll warm you up then.”

Suddenly turned around to face his friend, Button peered down at the dragon’s opening, fanged maw. Primal instincts kicked in, tainting his arousal with fear, while Blaze’s long, thick tongue was drawn from his coin purse to between the cheeks of his rump. Lowered further still, the tip of the beast’s muzzle coming to rest on his chest and upper back respectively, he shivered when he was suddenly filled with the sinuous, forked appendage.

He’d had rimjobs before, more than he could count, but the one Blaze delivered was on an entirely different level. He could feel the tongue within him snaking through his colon, tickling his insides in a new, heavenly way. With his hips twitching, feeling the pinpricks of sharpened fangs teasing his flesh, his thoughts ran absolutely wild.

“It…it’s…” he faltered, his mind grappling with the enormity of his precarious situation, “so good!”

Hearing his friend’s call, Rumble was shaken from his blissful haze. Meaty slaps and squelching noises came from his slickened, well-used pucker, he groaned every time Blaze bucked his hips, and a pool of his spunk rested on the dragon’s abs. He’d assumed he and Rumble would be able to best the monstrous creature, leaving satiated and with a few bits in their bag, but he’d been wrong - terribly wrong.

“H…harder,” he croaked, pining for more.

He was a sucker for pushing the envelope, testing himself against the biggest, baddest amorous obstacles he could find, and Blaze was giving him everything he’d ever dreamed of. The dragon’s unimaginable strength, downright godly endowments, and sheer ferocity were a disastrous mix, driving him to the brink of delirium. Though he could barely move, his forelegs and wings pinned to his torso, he wanted - no, needed to experience everything the brute had to offer.

Blaze merrily obliged, feasting on Button’s ass while utterly demolishing Rumble’s tush. The pair were nothing more than playthings for him, conveniently sized cock-warmers that he could use and discard at his leisure, and he had no reservations about getting his money’s worth. Angling his thrusts and tongue, crushing the femcolt’s prostates, he crafted a symphony of depravity.

All but literally a machine, outstripping the two hookers without the slightest bit of effort, his motions grew more fervent as the minutes dragged on. Each drop of seed he drove from the duo was a mark in his favor, eradicating what little masculinity either had left, yet that was only the physical. While they may not have realized it, he was slowly, methodically bending them to his will.

Button wailed, spurting yet another gout of jizz from his flaccid colthood, moments before Rumble came through his cage yet again. If there was a heaven on Equestria, he’d just found it. Blaze was everything - everything he’d ever wanted in a partner, from his sculpted physique and cockiness to his duo of dicks, he was perfect. Somehow managing to crack one tear-streaked eye open, peeking out at his friend, he saw the cock-drunk look on the pegasus’ face.

Having barely recovered from the onslaught of ecstasy, Rumble was hit with another wave of rapture. It would have been unbelievable enough to be manhandled in such a way, but he was literally forced to cum time and again. As his sanity began to fracture, splintering under the immeasurable weight of raw, unfettered pleasure, his instincts took note of just how hard the dragon was throbbing.

“Do it!” he demanded, willing his ravaged pucker to tighten around the pulsing shafts. “Cum in - Aaaaaaaaaaaahn!”

He wasn’t able to finish, as a torrent of scalding cum surged into him. Blaze snarled around Button’s flanks, sinking his tongue as deeply as possible, as the dam burst. Pints of scalding, impossibly thick seed flooded his depths, rounding his belly like it was a cheap condom, as his vision faded. Being bred was the cherry on top of any tryst, yet this wasn’t just being bred - this was being claimed.

Slowing to an eventual halt, his hips fitfully twitching until the flow of his essence had fully subsided, Blaze unsteadily pushed himself up on one arm and brought the two femcolts closer to one another. “Now kiss…”

Neither pony hesitated, drunkenly locking lips and obeying the command. There’d been times when they ended up limping out of a hotel room, typically with one supporting the other, but they both understood that this wouldn’t be one of them. Pulled apart as quickly as they’d come together, they shakily turned their eyes to the dragon.

“Not bad,” Blaze remarked, nodding and smirking at the two. “Not bad at all - say, I was wondering if you two wanted to come back to my cave tonight. Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age, but I could use a nice little pair of house-bitches to keep me company ~ you interested?”

Button and Rumble glanced to one another, their eyes meeting. They’d been friends most of their lives, even before they’d started taking classes under Ms. Cheerilee, so each knew what the other was thinking. Working the streets could be fun, but maybe it was time for a change - time for a bit of stability. Each nodded and drunkenly smiled, peering back at the dragon’s handsome visage.

“Yes, Daddy…”

Shining Armor

Shining adjusted the frilly skirt about his waist, turned to face the mirror beside him, and smiled. No way - there was no conceivable way that putting on a revealing outfit - an outfit specifically made for a mare, should be so electrifying, yet his heart was already pounding in his chest. As he crossed to the vanity, eyeing the arrangement of makeup laid out before the reflective surface, his thoughts drifted to how he’d first began his oddly erotic journey.

He’d always been an impressive stallion, well built, handsome, and with the build of a veteran soldier, but his wife, his beloved Cadance, had eclipsed him in every conceivable way. The Princess of Love was just as tall as he was, her athletic physique was the envy of many royal guards, and her arcane might was leagues beyond anything he could accomplish. Though he loved her with all his heart, and she him, she was and would always be superior.

Any pony in Equestria could speak of how alicorns were living demigods, the embodiment of all ponykind’s potential, yet the masses were kept ignorant to an intimate, secretive detail about their rulers. While it was obvious that the Princesses, each and every one, held traits of unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies alike, they also were a combination of mares and stallions. Like her regal kin, Cadance was endowed with an imposing stallionhood and a libido that would put any stud to shame.

He’d learned about his would-be wife’s equipment shortly after he’d begun dating her, and the revelation had done nothing to hinder his interest - if anything, discovering she was even more endowed than himself piqued his amorous interest. While he’d never considered himself gay by any means, the thought of being utterly dominated by a mare was unfathomably arousing. As their romantic interest in one another grew stronger by the day, ultimately leading to their wedding, they’d struck a balance of sexual power between them - that was until recently.

It wasn’t until he and Cadance had traveled to Canterlot that things took a turn. He couldn’t explain it - heck, he could hardly believe it, yet Sombra, one of the most reviled villains in all of Equestria, had been subjugated. While he and his wife had been shocked by the news, instantly fearing for the worst, Celestia had assured them that there was no need for concern. When he finally saw the former King, seeing him reduced to an effeminate broodmare of a pony, his relief was overshadowed by something all the more twisted. If such a mighty stud could be transformed in such a way, could it not be possible to repeat the process to somepony else?

No sooner had they returned to the Crystal Empire than they began making preparations. By day, Shining would act as he always had, tending to the soldiery and ensuring their kingdom was safe from harm, yet things became far, far different behind closed doors. Careful combinations of potions and spellcraft, tools charitably given by a particularly perverse enclave of changelings lurking just outside Ponyville, wrought devastatingly depraved effects upon the young Prince.

Shining’s toned physique withered, muscle disappearing and being replaced by soft curves and supple flesh, as he basked in his wife’s treatment. He’d yearned to be beneath her, reveling in the inferiority of his position in their relationship, and his only regret was that he hadn’t fully committed to his rightful place earlier. He was still a stallion, it may have been truly impossible for him to change that fact, but he slipped further and further from masculinity with each passing day.

He’d been reluctant at first, back when the elixirs had first started changing his body, but that had only been the preamble. The physical changes had taken a toll, leaving him weaker than many of his peers, but the psychological shift he endured, cemented by his wife’s treatment of him, that had been where the true metamorphosis lay. Cadance had always respected him, treating him like an equal even though that wasn’t true, although that was no longer the case.

Expectations had been placed upon her - expectations that, were they not met, would result in outbursts of disappointment or annoyance from his lover. He was allowed to don the facade of a proud stallion in public, but that charade ended the moment he was in Cadance’s presence. If she gave a command, he obeyed - should she be stressed from a long day, he would do everything in his power to help her relax. What was once a relationship built on balance had become so skewed that he was less than nothing to her, and he loved it.

Contentedly humming to herself, having applied a touch of blush to his alabaster cheeks, his eyes drifted down to the selection of lipsticks. Turquoise, cherry red, and black lay before him, three colors which would contrast his coat and eyes wondrously, yet he could only choose one of them. Thinking of which color choice Cadance may have a preference for, as well as which would complement his attire for the evening, he went with the light blue option.

He stepped back and inspected his reflection again. The sapphire skirt clinging to his hips was short, the sort of thing you’d expect to see on a working mare, and it barely covered the snow-white globes of his pillowy rear. Turning and levitating a smaller mirror from beneath the vanity, he hovered the cheval under himself to ensure the rest of his ensemble was perfect - at least that’s what he told himself.

The longer he peered at his reflection, his eyes lingering on the insignificant tent within his panties, the more excited he became. Stallions weren’t supposed to be dressing like mares, they weren’t supposed to savor the feeling of a thong against their backside, yet the thrill of the taboo was too much to deny. As he slowly brought the little mirror back to its resting spot, he pranced over to the bed and made himself comfortable.

Though he’d finished with his official duties nearly an hour ago, his wife wasn’t quite as lucky. The life of a Princess wasn’t an easy one, constantly wading through the bureaucracy of ruling an Empire while tending to the public and allies alike, and it was his responsibility - nay, his privilege to make sure she was as happy and content as possible. Peeking over at the doorway, situating himself in an alluring position atop the mattress, he magically lifted an issue of Play Filly from the nightstand.

As he opened the publication and turned to an article titled How to Please a Stallion, he was unable to suppress a giggle. Though the limits of his heterosexuality had been stretched thin, having developed oral skills that could put most mares to shame, he didn’t think he’d ever lay with a stallion - not because he couldn’t tempt some virile stud, but because his lover was unparallelled. His mind wandered, thoughts of Cadance’s package insidiously creeping into his thoughts, and his pucker winked in anticipation.

Having always had a preference for bottoming for his wife, he couldn’t have been happier with his relatively newfound role. Scarcely a day passed when he didn’t end up with a seething load of foal-batter pumped down his throat or up his ass, bloating his gut and leaving him looking exceptionally knocked up, and he wasn’t bothered in the slightest that his stallionhood had gone untouched for months on end. Fucking Cadance had always been nice, but nothing - nothing quite scratched his carnal itch like being bent over while having the cum fucked out of him.

A sudden sound of approaching hooffalls caught his ear and caused him to turn toward the door. He’d been with Cadance long enough to instantly recognize her gate, so he had no doubt about who was marching down the corridor just outside. Shifting slightly, angling his tush toward the exit, he brushed a lock of mane over his eyes and tried to look casual. Being a piece of eye candy was one thing, but the last thing he needed was to come across as too desperate for attention.

“Ugh,” Cadance loudly groaned, bursting through the door and slamming it closed behind herself. “I swear, Prince Rutherford is the most boorish creature that has ever existed.”

Ignoring Shining, only giving him the slightest glance, she trudged to her dresser and removed her crown. He could have waited - should have waited for her to address him, yet he couldn’t bring himself to sit idly by. Getting to his hooves and hopping down from the mattress, he timidly approached the irate alicorn and uneasily smiled.

“I’m sorry to hear it,” he whispered, igniting his horn and lifting the peytral from around her neck. “At least you won’t have to worry about dealing with him for a while - I hope.”

She nodded and stepped back, allowing the armored coverings on her hooves to remain on the floor. “True, but I’m sure it won’t be long until he comes for another visit.”

Grinning to himself, he chuckled. “You could always give him the same treatment you gave me. I’m sure that -”

She guffawed and shook her head, cutting him off. “Shining, I don’t think that would be possible. For starters, even though he’s not a pony, he’s more of a stallion than you ever were - secondly, those elixirs only coax out one’s inner desires. You don’t think he’s actually the type to get turned on by getting plowed ~ do you?”

Going flush and turning his eyes to the floor, Shining pursed his lips. The comment stung, chipping away at what little stallionly pride he had remaining, but it was true. Even when he’d been at his best, a paragon of masculinity, his appearance had been a carefully crafted veneer. The elixirs and enchantments he’d subjected himself to had simply made his appearance match how he felt on the inside, bringing forth his real self for all the world to see.

“Speaking of which,” she continued, heedless or uncaring of his consternation, “I’d like you to look at some applications tomorrow.”

“Applications?” he parroted, cocking his head in confusion.

Nodding and trotting to the bed, she eased herself onto the mattress. “I’ll be hiring a new captain of the guard.”

“What?” he croaked, his eyes going wide. “Why? Haven’t I -”

Silencing him with but a look, she glared at him. “Haven’t you what? Shining, I love you more than anypony, you know that, but there’s been growing…” she trailed off, thoughtfully waving a forehoof in the air. “There’s been growing concern about your competence.”

He glowered and stepped closer to her, his expression hardening. “I inspect the guards every single day, regularly shift their patrol routes, and make sure each and every one of them knows the castle inside and out! Why in the hay would anypony doubt my competence?”

She rolled her eyes and nodded in his direction, giggling all the while. “Maybe it’s because guards aren’t supposed to look like cock-hungry sluts,” she sighed. Feigning surprise when he reared back, seeing his face go beet red, she covered her muzzle with a forehoof. “You didn’t know? Most of the sentries have been whispering about you, wondering why their captain is a pale shadow of the stallion he used to be, and you can’t tell me you haven’t caught more than a few of them eyeing you…”

Though he opened his mouth to respond, he didn’t make a sound. She was right, he had noticed guards hungrily looking at his flanks on a hoofful of occasions, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t keep his job! As he collected his thoughts and set his brow, preparing to counter any of her concerns about him, his heart skipped a beat when she rolled to her back and splayed her hind legs.

The sight of her nethers was enough to instantly derail his thoughts. Resting between her toned thighs as the most heavenly package in all of existence. Two big, meaty balls, each easily the size of his hoof, rested against her steely buns, while her stallionhood steadily slipped from its sheath. He licked his lips at the sight and inched closer to her, his lecherous inclinations wresting control of his body, until her callous laughter split the air.

“You really are worthless,” she chuckled. “As soon as you lay eyes on my junk, all your common sense goes right out the window. If you were a mare, I bet you’d be dripping wet right now - in fact…”

She righted herself and sailed from the bed, landing beside him in the blink of an eye. “What are you -”

“Why am I not surprised?” she sarcastically inquired, lifting his tail to gaze as his lube-slickened pucker. “It’s almost like you were hoping for me to breed your sissy ass…”

“I…I…” he helplessly stammered. “I thought you might -”

“Thought what?” she hummed, lowering her head to peek at the twitching bulge in his thong. “Thought that I’d make you squeal like a lucky filly on prom night? Thought I’d let you choke on my dick?”

Shying away, unable to keep his tail from flagging, he dipped his head in shame. Where was all this coming from? He was used to her being a bit condescending at times, usually while in the throes of passion, but it wasn’t like her to be so overtly insensitive - still, as cold as she was being, his heart raced all the faster. Looking over as she soared back onto the mattress, assuming the same position she’d been in moments before, he stared at her endowment with barely-kept lust.

“If all you’re going to do is look at it,” she breathed, a cruel smirk splitting her muzzle, “I can just leave…”

“No!” he bleated, tearing his eyes off her nethers and to her face.

She didn’t say a thing as she made herself comfortable, pulling a pillow under her head while she waved at her crotch. Though she’d remained silent, it was crystal clear what she wanted. Timidly crossing to the end of the mattress, he swallowed his pride and crawled up the mattress toward her. Her uses for him had been dwindling, no longer seeing him as much of a stallion whatsoever, but that didn’t mean he was without some worth in her eyes.

Continuing up the bed, drawn in by the heady scent of her musk, he trembled. As strong as a stallion’s after a hard day’s labor, while also having a delicate touch of femininity, her scent was intoxicating. He’d never admitted it, fearing what her reaction would be, but there’d been times when he’d wantonly sniffed her panties or the bed sheet where she slept while masturbating to the thought of her.

“There you go,” she hummed, watching him kiss his way up her inner thigh. “You’ve been wanting this all day ~ haven’t you?”

He thoughtless nodded, tasting her sweat on his lips, and drew his tongue up the twin cum-tanks she called nuts. She could knock up a mare several times over with a single load, being able to produce what seemed like a limitless supply of thick, rich cum, which made her all the more different from him. Pushing himself up on a forehoof, using his magic to angle her hardening length toward his face, he opened his muzzle and hotly made out with the fat crown of her cock.

Muscle memory took over, his mind steadily went blank, and he succumbed to his urges. While some sliver of who and what he once was begged him to stop, knowing that eventually he’d reach a point of no return, it was far too late for him. He’d been a fool to pretend he was on equal footing with her, deluded by what his parents, colleagues, and society had told him he should be, but that was no longer the case.

She swung one hind leg out and locked a fetlock to the back of his neck, drawing him in as he slipped her shaft into his gullet. “You still haven’t answered me, Shining…”

Forcing his watering eyes open, he peeked up at her. He couldn’t breathe, much less speak, so he wasn’t sure how she expected him to answer. Going to withdraw, if only to tell her how right she’d been, he gave a muted gag as he was forced downward. His throat bulged, his airway ached, and a tear rolled down his cheek, yet the interior of his panties became damp with his pre-cum.

He arched his back for her, sending the short fabric of his skirt forward and over the cheeks of his ass. She couldn’t see much, but the view caused her stallionhood to jerk. There was something supremely gratifying about working her up, knowing she was getting hard for him, and it gave him more than enough motivation to continue. Lower and lower he plunged, until his nose pressed to the prismatic tuft of pubes at the very base of her length.

“Honestly, I feel like you missed your calling,” she purred, reaching down to stroke his cheek with a wing. “Wearing armor around, trying to convince everypony that you’re not an eager little cock sucker, and spending all that time at the gym to stay in shape ~ wouldn’t you rather be my pretty little mare all the time?”

While he hadn’t planned on bringing the blowjob to an end, the question struck a chord within him. He pushed himself up and away, throwing his head back to clear his esophagus. She may be mad that he’d stopped so quickly after he’d started, but she deserved an answer.

“Yes,” he croaked.

Her eyes went alight and she leaned in, her stallionhood pulsing in tune with her heart. “Is that so…?”

Nodding feverishly, he idly stroked her length with a forehoof. “More than anything.”

She grinned from ear to ear. “If you’re serious, move.”

Practically flinging himself onto his back like a well-trained dog, he obeyed her without question. He couldn’t say what she was planning to do, thrown off guard when she swung a leg over his head and stood, but he quickly figured out why she’d told him to lay down. Jumping off the bed, she turned to face him, patted the mattress, and waved him over.

“Over here, cutie,” she cooed. “That little warm up was nice, but I want to swab that taut little throat of yours.”

Diving over and rolling to his back, leaving his head hanging off the side of the mattress, he expectantly opened his maw and lolled out his tongue. Blowing her was phenomenal, but it couldn’t hold a candle to when she took charge. She shuffled forward, placing her forehooves to either side of his slim waist, and brought her titanic endowment to bear.

It was like staring down the colossal bolt of a ballista, a weapon that could and would devastate him, yet his enthusiasm only grew. Though he’d topped her more times than he could count in the past, something just hadn’t felt right about being the one wielding all the control - now that their dynamic had shifted, it was like an ill-fitting puzzle piece had slipped rightly into place. Peering down her chest, adjusting her positioning, she slipped the girthy head of her cock into his muzzle, drove her hips forward, and plunged into his gullet.

His throat spasmed as he watched inch after inch of lilac-colored shaft forced into his snout. The taste of sweat and pre-cum danced over his tongue, an appetizer to whet his lecherous appetite, while his backdoor seized upon itself. He would have been overjoyed to be used in such a way, honored to be an outlet for her bestial wants, yet her demeaning praise elevated his bliss by leaps and bounds.

“So pathetic,” she murmured, breathing hotly on his turgid colthood. “One of these days, I should really lock this little thing up…”

The remark set his nerves alight. Though there was no way she could have known about it, he’d secretly mused on what it would be like if she trapped his equipment away in chastity. Given how things had been going with her, he doubted he’d have to worry about being anything other than a pair of warm, welcoming holes with which she could sate herself - not that he minded that in the slightest. Pre-cum dribbled from his comparatively minuscule shaft, dripping onto his stomach, as she hilted his face and began bucking her hips.

Her every thrust was unstoppable, sending her prolific balls slapping against his eyes and causing his jaw to ache, but the discomfort only added to his bliss. This was how she should have treated him all along, conquering him and showing him how wrong he’d been to ever consider himself a stallion. He shifted and brought a forehoof to his crotch, intent on rubbing his painfully hard prick, before she pinned his limbs to the bed with her sorcery.

“Ah ah ah ~” she tutted, her snout hovering just above his package. “If you’re going to cum, you’re going to cum from me fucking that cute little face of yours…”

Though he struggled against his arcane bonds, his heart racing and lungs starting to burn, it was no use. She was going to use him, playing with him until she was bored or satisfied, and there was nothing he could do to stop her. Her breaths washed over his tool, her laughter rang in his ears, and the velvety flesh of her shaft glided over his tongue, as she steadily picked up speed.

As with most things, her technique was impeccable. She’d draw back just enough to let him get a taste of musk-filled air, then sink her shaft back into his muzzle. He suspected she liked keeping him like this, pushing him just to the breaking point before reeling herself in a hair, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love the treatment. Something about how rough she could be, paired with the way she loved him, always got his fires burning.

She gave a particularly fierce plunge and hilted, grinding his nose to the thick folds of her sheath. “You know, I’ve been thinking,” she casually began, having buried the entirety of her length down his throat, “maybe it’s time we reintroduce you to our subjects. You’re clearly not a guard anymore - for that matter, you’re barely even a stallion, so it only makes sense that we bring this Prince Shining Armor farce to an end.”

He only barely heard what she was saying, his consciousness fading while his strength fled from his limbs, yet her words were exhilarating. If everypony in the Crystal Empire knew of their relationship, their true relationship, he wouldn’t have to continue misleading anyone in or outside of the castle! He could dress how he pleased, showing off his curves in public as he fawned over his she-stud of a wife, and there was nothing anypony could do to -

Glk!

His every muscle convulsed, roped of seed erupted from his jerking colthood, and he sputtered uncontrollably around her monumental cock. Though he knew he’d been getting close to his limit, he hadn’t realized that the notion of being openly paraded about as her bitch would do him in. She pushed herself up and backed away without making a sound, hauling her slickened length from his starved airway and allowing him to gasp for breath.

Shaking her head, she watched as he heaved air into his chest. “I guess that’s a yes…”

“Y…yes,” he rasped, his throat raw. “I want everypony to see how perfect we are together.”

He’d anticipated some snide answer, possibly a biting remark about how they were only a couple because he’d somehow struck her fancy, yet she smiled serenely down on him. The contrast of her beautiful face and tranquil expression against the monster hanging beneath her was jarring. Licking saliva and pre-cum from his chin, seeing his lipstick smeared along her shaft, he couldn’t look away from her endowment.

Moving around to the opposite side of the bed, she extended her wings and sprang onto the mattress. “Bend over, my little mare.”

Well past his breaking point, in spite of the spontaneous climax he’d just endured, he rushed over, pressed his chest to the bedsheet, and braced his hind legs. She snickered as she eyed the bloated, velvety ring of his backdoor. There’d been a time when she couldn’t have fucked him, his ass being far too taut to accommodate her stallionhood, but that felt like a lifetime ago.

Her weight landed upon his back, her forehooves locked around his hips, and her battering ram-like cock-head bore against his entrance, causing him to look up and back at her. She really was beautiful, the pinnacle of what ponykind could be, and he was elated to be her husband - even if he wasn’t much of an actual husband for her. Rolling his ass back, he impaled himself on her divine stallionhood.

“Somepony’s eager,” she mused, draping herself over his back as she set to fucking him.

With long, hard, decisive strokes, she steadily forced her shaft deeper into his welcoming depths. He couldn’t speak for her, unsure of how much she enjoyed rutting him, but the sensation of having something so gargantuan filling him was the most heavenly thing he had or likely ever would experience. Squeezing her length with each backstroke, coating his interior with her pre-cum, he gave a shuddering, contented sigh.

“We’ll - Unf - need to get you a little crown,” she huffed, her pendulous balls rhythmically smacking his comparatively diminutive coin purse.

Feverishly nodding, ignoring the drool creeping past his lips, he weakly leaked jizz to the blanket under him. “Uh…uh-huh…”

Ramming her hips forward, sending her thick medial ring over his prostate, she kissed the back of his neck. “And a cute little dress that shows off the cage I’ll get for you…”

The second mention of being forced to wear chastity did nothing to hinder his mounting zeal. Nearly slipping into a rut-lust, he hammered his tush back against her. His body and life belonged to her, so he’d be more than happy to relinquish control of his meager endowment to her. As long as she continued fucking him as she had been, ensuring he tended to her sensual needs, his little prick could wither away in a cage for all he cared.

The bed creaked beneath them, its headboard bumping against the wall, while his passion soared. He wouldn’t be surprised if guards or some of the castle’s staff had taken note of the dubious noises coming from their chamber, likely having heard them in the throes of passion, but that was hardly a concern. They were a couple, they loved one another, and it was no mystery that they had a very healthy sex life - an atypical sex life, but a healthy one nonetheless.

Their groans, heavy breaths, and whimpers of delight filled the air, joining the creaking mattress to create an erotic orchestra of sorts. She showed no signs of stopping, only periodically slowing to alter the angle of her thrusts or to gyrate her hips, yet he was already approaching his limit for the second time. Though he tried to compose himself, struggling against the welling tide of rapture, it was a fight he couldn’t win.

“Cum for me,” she urged, licking his ear. “Cum for me like the little sissy bitch you are…”

His back arched, he gave a pitiable, marish howl, and impotent spunk gushed from his colthood, as he surrendered to her request. Throughout his blinding ecstasy, chuckling all the while, she continued plowing him like the she-stud she was. It took everything he had simply to remain standing, willing his hind legs not to collapse and send him toppling to the mattress, yet he was somehow able to endure.

Shaking her head, she slipped a forehoof to his abdomen. “It’s a finite resource, you know…”

“W…wha…?” he wheezed, falteringly turning to peer at her face.

“Your cum,” she explained, her ruthless hammering juxtaposed to her soft, tender words. “I’m going to screw every drop of masculinity out of you…”

Though he’d just climaxed, his orgasm rebounded and sent more jizz seeping from his wildly bobbing dick. He knew what she was saying was true, that he was slowly becoming addicted to what she had to offer, but he couldn’t stop himself. Summoning what little strength he had left, he constricted his battered hole around her titanic length and did what he could to get her off.

Her onslaught was never-ending, only getting more and more intense as time passed. Her endurance was the definition of insanity. Even before their relationship had been turned on its head, it was all too common for her to finish herself off after he’d worn himself out - fortunately, that was far from a bad thing now. As long as he could keep himself upright, regardless of whether or not he passed out, he’d always wind up filled with or absolutely coated in her steaming, virile load.

Brought back to his senses by a singular sensation in her gut, he reached back to feel his bulging belly. He could feel her pulse through her stallionhood, she was starting to flare, and she angrily grunted and snarled in his ear. She was at her limit, about to give him what he so desperately wanted, and what little composure he had left evaporated because of it.

“C…cum inside me,” he weakly pleaded. “Please, I’m - Aaaaaaaagn!”

His shameless begging came to an immediate end, replaced by a rapturous howl, as she flooded his depths. Filled by an utterly obscene amount of her rich cream, his stomach gurgled and rounded. He came an instant after she did, flung into a nirvanic oblivion that consumed him entirely - regrettably, he was only able to savor it for a hoofful of moments.

As soon as her climax subsided, her length softening in the barest degree, she stepped back and freed her length. He couldn’t see what it was, but the hot, unmistakable feeling of her stallionhood was replaced by something cold and unyielding. Scarcely able to move, his abused pucker tightening around whatever she’d shoved into him, he tried and failed to stand.

“Get up,” she coolly instructed. “Get up and fix your makeup.”

Unsteadily peeking back at her, he gulped. “W…why?”

“Because we’re going to make this official right now,” she stated, crossing to her closet. “I’m pretty sure I have something that will fit you. Once you’ve made yourself presentable, I’m going to join you as you tell each and every pony in the castle that you’re no longer my Prince.”

He was somehow able to get his hooves under himself, though he doubted he’d be able to take more than a hoofful of steps before he lost his balance. “I’m n…not?”

“No,” she groused, levitating what looked to be her old prom dress from the closet, “from now on, you’re my wife.”

There were few moments when he’d found himself overwhelmed with joy, but this was one of them. He was filled with what had to be nearly a gallon of cum, there was what he assumed was a tremendous plug corking his ass, and he was a total mess, yet the idea of being shown off like the fuck-meat he was gave him goosebumps. Smiling broadly at her, he nodded. He’d promised to be by her side through anything, and she’d just made him the happiest sissy in all of Equestria…

Flash Magnus

Rubbing his eyes, Flash Magnus rolled over and peeked over at his alarm clock. It wasn’t even six AM, more than an hour before he was supposed to wake up, yet he’d been roused from his slumber by yet another inexplicable and undeniably arousing dream. He lifted and glanced under the sheets, noticed the pre-cum smeared between his thighs, and scrunched his snout.

Suffering through wet dreams - wet dreams he’d started having almost constantly about a month or so ago, would have been strange enough in and of itself, but they had only been a precursor to what was a bizarre new chapter of his life. Being tormented with wild fantasies about alluring mares wouldn’t have been that bad, given that he’d always found himself attracted to large, powerful females, but his subconscious had developed a singular, licentious fixation on something he never could have predicted - big, throbbing stallionhoods. With a heavy sigh, he leaned over and pawed at his nightstand drawer.

While it was true that he hadn’t dreamt about stallions, the mares that haunted his sleeping thoughts were endowed with the biggest, juiciest cocks he could possibly imagine. He’d woken up utterly baffled the first time, brushing off the incident as just a wild imagining, yet they’d persisted for weeks on end. Each and every night, without fail, he drifted off and quickly found himself in the company of an exquisitely endowed female - a female that let him gleefully lavish her package with affection.

He hadn’t told a living soul about the odd development, too embarrassed to talk about it and fearful that he’d be heckled by his fellow guards or the Princess he was charged with protecting, but the repeated, lustful happenings took a toll on more than just his mind. What he assumed was the loss of some muscle from a lack of exercise, his routine having changed since moving to Sapphire Shoals to look after the retired sisters, was getting worse by the day.

While once he’d been a paragon of virility, young, strong, and with young mares swooning as he passed, he was now a parody of a stallion. His tush had become large and fat, his waist had slimmed considerably, and even his chiseled features had softened by a marked degree - nevertheless, those changes weren’t what bothered him the most. Feeling a tingle in his loins, knowing full well that the sensation didn’t herald an erection, he slipped a forehoof into his bedside drawer and grabbed a bottle laying therein.

It would have been impossible for him to say precisely when he’d gradually become impotent, but he knew it had begun at roughly the same time he’d started having his perverse dreams. No matter what he tried, regardless of what he thought of, he simply couldn’t get hard - furthermore, he could swear the size of his package had gotten smaller. It wasn’t like he’d ever measured himself while soft, nor had he gotten a specific size of his balls, yet his equipment sure as heck looked and felt like it had shrunk significantly.

As his hoof grazed something long and somewhat soft within his nightstand, he grimaced. If somepony had told him he’d end up buying a sex-toy months prior, he would have laughed; had they claimed he’d end up rutting himself with a dildo, he would have called them insane and had them arrested - regrettably, he’d been proven wrong on both accounts. Lifting the length of sculpted pony cock, passing it to one of his wings, he grabbed the lube and gave an exasperated sigh.

He wasn’t sure if it was funny or sad that he’d been reduced to stuffing something in his ass to relieve stress, but screwing himself had become the only way to get off. It may have been his imagination, but playing with his useless little soldier, and he couldn’t stress the little part enough, only yielded frustration. Having coated the silicone dong in lube, he threw off the covers, spread his hind legs, and brought the toy down to his groin.

If anypony saw him in such a compromising state, he swore he’d die of shame. He was Flash Magnus - for buck’s sake, he was a Pillar of Old Equestria, and yet he’d routinely taken to fucking himself with a dildo before, after, and even sometimes during his shifts! Bracing his back hooves on the mattress and lifting his waist, flipping his tail to the side, he pushed the toy to his entrance and suppressed a shudder.

He hated himself for it, but he couldn’t deny that some sliver of his id loved the feeling of having something thick buried in his tush. Yielding only the slightest bit of resistance, having acclimated to regular intrusions and its newfound use, his pucker winked and stretched around the blunt dong’s head. His eyelids fluttered, relishing the sensation of his tender p-spot being tickled by the toy.

Wasting no time, holding the dildo steady with his wings, he began lowering his hips. He wasn’t sure how stallions were supposed to plow themselves, or even if there was a right way to do things, but he’d found that a position similar to cowgirl often yielded the best results. With his eyes drifting shut, fixating on the tall, powerful, incredibly well-hung she-stud who’d apparently rutted him so hard that he’d woken up, he pistoned himself on the semi-pliable shaft beneath him.

It was crazy to think about, but the mere idea of having a big-dicked mare fawning over him, lavishing him with praise while he worshiped their equipment, was enough distract him from his duties - as such, the unorthodox masturbation was more of a need than a want. He’d already had several instances where his lapse of concentration had nearly led to the former Princesses being harassed by tourists or townsponies, so clearing his head prior to leaving the house for his assignment was a must. He subconsciously moved faster, inspired by memory of his nocturnal mistress telling him that he was a good femcolt, and softly groaned.

His shame, reservations, and his concerns for what the future might hold low gradually dwindled away. There was no other way to put it, riding a dildo was far more intense and pleasurable than rubbing his dick had ever been. The blissful sensation of fullness the toy afforded became almost transcendental, brought to an entirely different level by the power of his imagination.

“D…don’t stop,” he whispered, his eyes glued shut while fixating on the mental image of his mistress bucking up into him.

He knew it wasn’t real, that he was simply indulging in a fantasy, but that hardly mattered. Mares with stallionhoods simply didn’t exist, they were a construct of his subconscious, so he saw no harm in the small amount of escapism. As a tremble crept into his thighs, his soft, limp length flailing about and slinging pre-cum over his belly and the bedsheets, he approached the point of no return. Just a little more, just the smallest little nudge and he’d be able to -

Knock Knock Knock

His eyes shot open, a pang of raw terror shot through him, and his movements came to an immediate halt. He waited and held his breath, hoping that whoever was outside had come to his apartment by mistake - alas, a second series of knocks affirmed his dread. Glancing over at his clock, ensuring that he hadn’t lost track of time and made himself late for his shift, he scrunched his snout and continued bouncing on the silicone length.

Buck it - he hadn’t invited anypony over, any deliveries could be left outside, and he still had almost an hour left before he had to go to work. It may have been slightly rude to brush off a visitor, but it couldn’t be helped. Struggling to pick up the slack, to drive himself back to the brink of release, he chased the fantasy which had nearly cause him to -

“Flash, are you in?”

The voice was unmistakable, curt and with a regal flare, and it turned the blood in his veins to ice. Of all the creatures in the whole wide world to come to his door, why in Equestria, at this of all times, had Luna herself deemed fit to seek him out. Hurling himself forward, unceremoniously unsheathing himself from the toy, he cast the blanket over the dong and soared - literally soared into his bathroom.

“One moment, my Princess!” he blared, simultaneously grabbing a washcloth while turning the tap on his sink.

He couldn’t afford to take a shower, but he couldn’t possibly greet his royal guest looking as unkempt as he was. His mane was a mess, his backside was streaked in lube, and his useless, drooling colthood had spattered pre-cum over his stomach, chest, and even his neck. Answering the door while looking a touch disheveled may have been acceptable, but doing so in such a miserable state, especially for a Princess, was out of the question.

Having hastily wiped himself off with the dampened cloth, he used his wings to straighten his mane as he executed an about-face and rocketed through his chamber and to the living room. Though he couldn’t fathom why Luna was outside, he was inclined to believe she hadn’t come for something trivial. He and the alicorn got along swimmingly, often joking or chatting while he was on duty, yet she’d never sought him out while he wasn’t working.

“Y…yes, my Princess?” he wheezed, flinging the door open to peer out at her.

Luna stood just beyond the threshold, as resplendent as ever, but it was the look on her face that gave him a moment for pause. Instead of a welcoming smile, a stern, almost judgemental expression lay plastered on her countenance. Her eyes played over him, leaving gooseflesh in their wake, while he uneasily shifted in place and waited to hear what she had to say.

A tense, excruciatingly long moment passed, before she locked eyes with him. “Still growing your mane out, I see…”

He lifted a forehoof and brushed the thick, crimson locks spilling over his shoulder. “I…I apologize, Ma’am. If it’s a problem, I can always go to the barber and -”

She silenced him by dismissively waving a hoof. “You misunderstand - it was a compliment.”

While his face was already quite red, heated and flushed from the spontaneous exercise and arousal from moments prior, his cheeks darkened further still. “Thank you, Ma’am. I had no plans to let it get this long, but I’m a bit fond of the look.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, nodding and peering past him into his abode. “It does suit you and accentuate your features quite well, though I doubt many guards could pull off such a look.”

He bowed, stooping low and bringing his head to the ground. “I’m honored by your kind words. If I may ~” he continued, risking a glance up at her, “what brings you to my doorstep this morning.”

Staring down at him, she motioned for him to stand. “It’s a sensitive matter, one I feel would best be discussed in private. May I come in?”

Jumping aside before she could even finish asking the question, he dipped his head in deference and extended a wing toward his sofa. “But of course, my Princess.”

She nodded her thanks and slipped a forehoof past the threshold, stepping into his home as she inspected his den. “While I’m not shocked that your accommodations are so spartan, it’s a bit disheartening to see you haven’t decorated.”

“Force of habit,” he admitted, shutting and locking the door behind her. “When you’ve devoted most of your life to your duties, you tend not to concern yourself with meaningless aesthetics.”

“Ironic,” she smirked, turning her head back in his direction. It was fleeting, so fast that he was unsure if he’d imagined it, but he could swear her gaze lingered on his hindquarters for an instant. “For somepony who values function over form, you seem to have attained both aspects flawlessly.”

His jaw nearly hit the floor, he reflexively inched back, and he blinked rapidly. Had she just complimented his looks? He could understand if she’d said something months ago, back when his physique had been that of an olympian, but for her to make such a remark now was baffling. All but literally thrown on his backhoof, not knowing how to respond, he watched as a grin crept across her snout.

“Come,” she instructed, almost begrudgingly turning to face his sofa, “have a seat and make yourself comfortable.”

The moment she broke eye contact, he released a mute sigh of relief. Regardless of whether or not they were on good terms, she was still one of the most powerful and influential ponies in all of Equestria. Though she and Celestia had technically retired, they were assigned a contingency of praetorians, of which he was the commanding officer, to protect them at all hours of the day and night. Trotting over to the couch, after Luna had hopped up and made herself comfortable, he stepped onto the cushions and seated himself.

“Flash, there’s no easy way to put this,” she whispered, her tone sullen and heavy, “I fear your time as a high-guard is nearing its end…”

The words sank in slowly and insidiously, his reeling mind taking far longer than it should have to understand the statement. “What?!” he barked in disbelief. “Why?”

Shaking her head, she looked down to the floor. “In all honesty, there are a number of reasons for your dismissal. Lapses of judgment, cutting sentries slack on their inspections, and your appearance is…”

He waited fruitlessly for a moment, hoping she would continue, then cleared his throat. “What of my appearance?”

“There’s no easy way for me to say this, so I’ll be blunt,” she murmured, looking into his eyes. “You don’t exactly fit the look of a royal guard.”

“I…I…” he sputtered, the blood draining from his face.

“To be frank, there are several mares serving who are more imposing than you,” the Princess coldly continued. “You’re soft - literally soft, and I’ve heard that your performance on the last physical competency test was glaringly poor.”

Unable to speak, feeling as though his heart was being rent in half, Flash sat in abject silence. While it was true that his fitness level had been worsening by the day, both his stamina and strength being barely what was acceptable for a guard, he was still fit to serve. For as long as he could remember, even when he’d been but a wee colt, he’d yearned for nothing more than to devote himself to the Princesses, a dream he’d cherished ever since he’d attained it, yet he was about to lose everything he’d worked so hard for.

Extending a wing and folding it over his wilting shoulders, Luna smiled. “I know you’ve tried your best - for goodness’ sake, I’ve watched you push yourself with your training each and every day, which is why I’d like to offer you a consolation.”

Lifting his head and seeing a glimmer in her eye, he knit his brow. “Consolation?”

“Instead of my protector, I’d like you to be my personal consort - an attendant, as it were,” she noted.

He shrugged, the offer doing little to lift his spirits. “What does that even mean?”

“It means that you would serve me and only me, tending to my needs and keeping me company at my behest,” she coolly explained. “I assure you, the position would come with a number of benefits which would pique your interest…”

Cocking his head, he pursed his lips. “Such as…?”

She remained silent as she shuffled to the corner of the sofa, turned to face him, and brought one hind leg onto the cushion between them. “For starters, you’d be expected to service this…”

Seeing the Princess in such a debased pose, legs obscenely splayed while she reclined against the arm of his couch, would have been enough to elicit sinful thoughts in anypony, but it was what lay between her legs that held his full attention. He’d seen many unbelievable things over the years, from monsters of legend to villains who threatened the world, yet nothing had prepared him for seeing what Luna had been hiding.

Covered in indigo flesh, almost black against her blue coat, her package was as gargantuan as it was beautiful. Her balls were the size of grapefruits, each round and looking sublimely heavy, and her stallionhood - a stallionhood which was steadily emerging from its sheath, would have put even the most well-endowed stud to shame. Scarcely able to comprehend what he was seeing, he leaned toward her, licked his lips, and brought his muzzle closer to her immaculately presented loins.

The smallest hint of her musk graced his nostrils, reigniting the flames of his lust in the blink of an eye, yet he resisted. Throwing himself back, he shook his head and tried to banish the wanton thoughts from his mind. This had to be a dream, a figment of his still-sleeping imagination! He’d been around the Princesses for years - years, so he would have noticed something so massive beneath either of them!

“This -” she continued, reaching down to languidly stroke her hardening shaft, “this isn’t a dream, though I’ll freely admit that your fantasies are one reason I chose you.”

“P…pardon?” he stammered, staring at her nethers while drawing his tongue over his lips.

Angling her length toward him, she leaned back. “Is it that hard to understand? I’m the Princess of the Night, dreams are my dominion, and you’ve had some very interesting dreams…”

While he was positively mortified by her admission, it was a logical assertion. Considering how he’d changed as of late, it was none too surprising that she’d delved into his sleeping mind to see what was bothering him. It was with an extreme exertion of willpower that he brought his focus from her crotch up to her face, stricken by yet another revelation.

“I’m not sure if this is real or not,” he breathed, struggling to speak, “but does this mean you like the way I look?”

“The proof, as they say, is in the pudding,” she chuckled, smiling and waggling her eyebrows at him. “Of course, regardless of whether you accept or decline my proposal, you’ll be sworn to secrecy about all this. I trust you more than almost anypony, Flash, and I’m sure there’s much we could offer one another.”

Having only barely comprehended what she was saying, preoccupied by staving off the temptation to fling himself upon her, he found it impossible to concentrate. Since there was nothing even remotely stimulating within his den, there was only one reason she’d be getting an erection in his living room. Glancing down at himself, sensing an ache deep within his backside, he summoned every ounce of courage he could muster and slipped down from the couch.

As he walked by her, he held a wing in her direction. “A moment…”

He didn’t even make it past the sofa before he broke into a canter, rocketing into his bedchamber and to his night stand. He was already warmed up, his interior slickened and loosened from the toy he’d ignominiously used less than an hour prior, and there was only so much excitement he could endure. Dream or not, real or imagined, there was only one thing he could do with the libidinous Princess who’d so humbly confessed to having a passionate interest in him.

Carrying the bottle of lube under his wing, he hurried back into the den. To Tartarus with it - all his discipline, his unshakable resolve, his life as a finely-honed soldier, they were but trivialities in the face of living out a fantasy that had all but consumed him. As he came to face her, finding her right where he’d left her, he panted and placed his forehooves between her legs.

“My Princess,” he panted on the verge of succumbing to his impulses, “it would be my honor - nay, my privilege to be your confidant.”

Her smile broadened as her eyes narrowed, flashing in the warm morning light slipping in through the window. “Well said, though a promise of words can’t compete with a promise of actions…”

She pushed her stallionhood toward his face while she spoke, bringing her broad cock-head to his snout. There were hundreds of things he could have said, questions to be asked or thanks to be given, but she’d been right - actions did speak louder than words. Opening his mouth and extending his tongue, saliva creeping past his lips, he shot forward and ravenously made out with the tip of her length.

The taste, the smell, the sight of her smirking down at him, the feeling of her silken flesh against his tongue, the sound of her contented, pleased sigh - each and every facet of the moment was perfection made manifest. On the supremely slim chance that this was a flight of fancy, some conjuring of his mind, it was akin to the divine. He forced his maw open wider, ignoring his aching jaw, and drove his head forward.

Though he’d never sucked a dick in real life, his subconscious had prepared him for this juncture. Running his tongue along the underside of her shaft, bumping the back of his throat with her tool, he groaned around her. The experience was everything he could have wished for, from the flavor of sweat on his palate to feeling her pulse against his lips, and it spurred him onward like nothing ever had.

He could easily have worshiped her for hours, savoring everything about how she was the embodiment of his deepest, most guarded desires, but it wasn’t meant to be. After what felt like only a few seconds, just long enough to give him his first taste of her pre-cum, she extended her wings and gently pushed him away. Hesitant to oblige, yet unwilling to disobey her, he begrudgingly withdrew and peered up at her.

“Come now, don’t give me that wounded look,” tauntingly clucked. “It’s clear to me that your devotion is far from lacking, though I still have to check on something. Here -” she continued, her horn glowing a split second before a bag teleported into her hoof, “try this on for me.”

With trembling wingtips, Flash reached out, took the little parcel and peeked inside. It would have been impossible for him to tell exactly what he was looking at, but he’d just been handed some sort of a garment. The faster he got changed, the quicker she may - may let him get back to indulging himself with her. He gave a curt nod and scampered away, not bothering to close the door when he entered his room.

Having emptied the bag onto his bed, giving himself a good look at what he was about to wear, he gnawed his bottom lip. A maid outfit - she wanted him to wear an honest to goodness maid outfit. Though he’d never been all that interested in fashion, viewing his armor and his uniforms as a formality, that didn’t stop him from promptly donning the outfit. The process of getting dressed took longer than he’d hoped, if only because straightening the skirt and slipping on the garter belt had been tricky, but he briskly cantered back into his den quickly enough.

“Well, well, well -” Luna mused, hungrily gazing over at him while using her magic to stroke herself off, “I must say, that outfit looks positively delicious on you…”

He hadn’t gotten a chance to inspect himself well, having only given himself a speedy once-over to ensure every article was situated properly, so he was immeasurably relieved that she was happy with how he looked. Blushing ever so slightly, keeping his eyes on the floor, he rubbed the back of his neck. Her compliment was electrifying, turning him on more than he already was, yet he discovered she wasn’t nearly finished with him - not by a long shot.

Slipping from the sofa, she stepped to the side and gestured to the couch with a wing. “Lay down and let me have a better look at you.”

Crossing to and sitting himself on the sofa, clamping his thighs together to hide the dampening bulge in his panties, he timidly grinned over at her. To say that it was a lot to take in would be an understatement - he’d gone from a proud, royal guard to some slatternly maid at the drop of a hat - furthermore, he’d done so eagerly. As a cobalt aura surrounded him, repositioning him to lay on his back lengthwise upon the cushions, he looked down his chest at the Princess.

“And such cute panties too!” she chirped, flipping his skirt while spreading his hind legs. “Yes - yes, I believe you’ll make a fine consort - that is…”

He held his breath and waited for her to continue, trying and failing not to watch her stallionhood slapping against her belly, until his patience wore thin. “That is what?”

“Hmmm?” she hummed, casually stepping onto the far end of the sofa while sorcerously lifting his lower half.

A cushion was wedged under his tush, his head rested on one arm of the couch, and his panties were pulled to the side. The maelstrom of emotions that threatened to consume him was maddening. He was thrilled that she found him attractive, he was befuddled as to how she’d somehow concealed such a divine package from seemingly everypony, and a sliver of him was annoyed that it had taken her so long to seek him out for such a specific task, yet his elation for what was about to happen took precedence.

She slowly stepped over him, bringing her forehooves to either side of his chest, and lowered her hips. The sensation of her cock touching his winking hole was nearly enough to make him cum on the spot, feeling the size and heat of her endowment upon his pucker, but he was able to contain himself - if only just. Looking from her groin to her face, seeing her beaming down at him, he gave a small nod.

“Claim me,” he breathed.

As the words crept past his lips, she made his dreams a reality. His entrance buckled under the unfathomable power of her hips, yielding and being forced open by her godly tool. He climaxed as soon as her crown graced his p-spot, his eyes rolling wildly while he gushed jizz into his panties, but that didn’t stop her. On and on she went, driving her gargantuan length into his virginal depths, until her medial ring bumped against his quaking, stretched hole.

Steadily withdrawing a portion of her shaft, she scrunched her snout. “Somepony’s a quick shot - I like that” she giggled, steadying herself as she gave a thrust. “Would you like to cum again?”

“C…can’t,” he coughed. “I just came…”

“Flash,” she purred, bringing her snout to his ear, “if I want you to cum, I can make you cum - observe…”

What had started as slow, relaxed plunges became a brutal jackhammering, casting him into a tumultuous sea of ecstasy faster than he could think. Marish, rapturous wails filled his ears, sounding unfamiliar and otherworldly, but then he was stricken by an epiphany - he was hearing himself. He wailed and thrashed beneath her, rocking forward and back while she remolded his interior to suit her needs, as he embraced who and what he’d become.

Every buck of her hips brought incomprehensible waves of pleasure, causing him to climax over and over and over again. Within seconds, he’d had every drop of spunk plowed out of him - within minutes, he was mewling and howling out like a mare in heat. Had he known that she could deliver such rapture, he would have begged her to ruin him sooner - still, he was overjoyed that she’d chosen him to be her personal plaything.

Her grunting breaths washed over his face, her succulent, cum-laiden balls beat against his tush, and he was certain that his comparably little dildo would never be of use to him from that point forward. It was an experience like none other, unbelievably intense and blissful, yet he’d only been given a taste of what she truly had to offer. Peeking down at himself, he watched the imprint of her stallinohood bulging out his stomach.

It should have been impossible for a pony to accommodate something so obscenely huge - heck, it should have been impossible for a mare to have an endowment that could put a sizable dragon to shame, but the last thing he was going to do was to question it. Luna was an alicorn Princess, her power was beyond comprehension, and her will was his reality. His forehooves shot forward and wrapped around her neck, pulling her in and allowing him to lock lips with her.

He’d doubted he’d ever find his special somepony, having tried multiple times to discover love, but that quest ended as he made out with Luna. Even if love was removed from the equation, he would have gladly given up everything to experience such heated moments of passion with somepony so incredible. As her tongue slipped into his snout, her nostrils flaring and eyes clamping shut, he felt her beginning to flare.

Had he been able to speak, he would have begged her to fill him, to breed him and claim him as her own - sadly, all he could manage was a muted, euphoric groan. Her movements grew feverish, almost frantic, as she sheathed the trunk-like base into his ass. Being hilted gave him the most intense climax of his life, all but causing him to faint, but the feeling of her essence rushing into him was the nail in his coffin. The world closed in around him and he slipped into oblivion, his system unable to grapple with the experience of being filled with a Princess’ seed.

…

“Flash…”

…

“Flash, I’m sorry…”

Groggily opening his eyes, he peered out and found Luna’s face looking down upon him. “W…what happened?”

He lifted and turned his head, discovering himself on his bed. It hadn’t been the first time he’d blacked out, and it likely wouldn’t be the last, yet he’d never done so while in the throes of ecstasy before. As he went to roll over, trying to get to his hooves, he sensed a tremendous weight within his abdomen. As his eyes shot to his abdomen and took note of his nearly gravid state, his jaw hung open in shock.

“Y…yes - w…well,” Luna anxiously began, nervously adjusting her wings on her back, “you’re the one to blame for this. Had you not been so positively alluring I wouldn’t have - Mmmph?!”

His wings shot around her head as he launched himself upon her, kissing her deeper than he’d kissed anypony before. He wasn’t upset in the slightest - no, he was glad that she’d chosen him. Only eventually realizing what he’d done, that he’d effectively tackled a Princess, he reared back and unsteadily stepped away.

“I’m sorry, my Princess,” he grumbled. “I didn’t mean to -”

“It’s quite alright,” she interrupted, her face glowing in the cool light of his bedchamber, “but I will ask you for one small favor.”

He attempted to bow, clumsily dipping his head as his sagging, cum-filled gut nearly touched his bedsheets. “Anything, my Princess.”

“Next time, because there will be a next time, be a dear and try not to pass out on me,” she giggled, shooting forward and pecking his cheek. “You can do that for me ~ can’t you?”

Beaming, he nodded. “For you, anything…”

Epilogue

Sitting upon a throne within his mansion - the very mansion he’d seen renovated and turned into the premier bordello in all of Equestria, Tarsis grinned. Chrysalis may have been gone, defeated and imprisoned within stone, yet that was only a minor inconvenience. Virtually every species in existence, from the ponies and griffons to the disgusting love-bugs that had once been his kin, had seen the hedonistic delights he had to offer.

The Princesses, each and every one, had sought his services, unwittingly becoming pieces in a game he’d only just begun. The opening moves had been subtle, so subtle that he’d had his doubts if they’d work, yet everything had worked out better than he could have imagined. Every day brought new stallions to weaken, to break and tempt with incomprehensible pleasure, and every day the empires of the land grew weaker because of it - nevertheless, his schemes weren’t so grandiose as to include conquest.

He had been, was, and always would be a simple changeling, following in his mother’s footsteps and wishing for nothing more than to ensure the hive - his hive was well-fed and maintained. The way he saw it, it was a win-win scenario. Everycreature was enjoying themselves in one way or another, his broodmates would no longer starve, and he’d ensured only the most steadfast males were able to reproduce - in a way, he was doing the world a favor. Natural selection was a long, arduous process, and he’d expedited it considerably.

Hearing the front door creek open, listening to the timid steps of someone unfamiliar, his grin broadened. He’d come a long way, showing a great many sissies the light of their true calling, but he had a long - long way to go. As a pegasus appeared from the foyer, clad in a Wonderbolt flight suit, he waved the prospective customer over. Even if the pony wasn’t there to join his ranks, he’d likely be able to change that soon enough.

“H…hi,” the stallion fretfully began, openly sweating and trying not to look at a griffon and diamond dog violently fucking over in one corner.

As he leaned forward, Tarsis’ segmented eyes played over the pegasus. Well-into adulthood, a strong build, and almost assuredly one of the esteemed aeronauts from Canterlot, the stud was quite the masculine specimen. His lips curled, exposing his fangs, while he reclined and spread his legs. Sure enough, after only the slightest bit of hesitation, the newcomer timidly peeked at his fully exposed package.

“Tell me,” he began, drawing his forked tongue over his lips, “how may I be of service…?”

Big Mac

With one cock in his large, swaying ass, and a second plunging into his muzzle, Big Mac rocked between a pair of dark, wholly unreformed changeling drones. Most ponies would have been terrified to find themselves facing not one but a half-dozen of the parasitic, shapeshifting insects, but he wasn’t most ponies and this was far from a typical encounter. As a vibrant green stallionhood sank into his throat, choking him of air and causing his eyes to water, he thought back to what had brought him to this moment.

It hadn’t been a month prior that he’d reached the end of his rope. Sugar Belle had left him, wanting more time and attention than he could offer, the apple harvest was in full swing, and his family was just as much of a hooffull as they’d ever been. If he’d still had his marefriend, maybe things would be different, maybe he would’ve been able to blow off some steam and get some much-needed stress relief - alas, it wasn’t meant to be.

After weeks of trying his hoof at trying to patch up his crumbling love life, having gone on a number of dates and even bringing himself to attend a few mixers, he finally struck it big - at least that’s what he’d thought at the time. Quite literally bumping into a sprightly young mare at the Ponyville Hayburger, a pegasus named Shady, his life took an abrupt and profoundly interesting turn. He and the seductive pony had chatted for hours, laughing over milkshakes and carrying on like they’d known one another for years, until things came to a head.

As the hour drew late, merely hoping to to take her on a proper date that weekend, he was blindsided by a wildly salacious offer. Not only had Shady fawned over how attractive he was, she’d asked that he accompany her back to her estate outside of town. Overjoyed and more than a little excited, he enthusiastically agreed and trotted back to her place alongside her.

Living on the northern side of Ponyville, just within the outskirts of the Everfree forest, her manor was as expansive as it was foreboding. Truth be told, he hadn’t even known the mansion existed, having walked by the desolate trail that led to its gates hundreds of times without giving it a second thought. Undeterred by the structure’s weathered exterior and overgrown lawn, blinded by his libido, he followed her inside.

No sooner had the doors closed behind him than he was set upon by a sextet of drones. Between the near pitch blackness inside the manor, the blinding speed of the attack, and being caught totally and completely unprepared, he never stood a chance. Biting and pinning him to the floor, overpowering him, the group of insects overpowered him in an almost laughable fashion. His optimism and hope for an evening of fun was gone in an instant, held down by the gang of snickering, buzzing changelings, yet he was quick to discover they meant him no harm - quite the opposite, they truly did wish to show him a good time.

He’d read about changeling venom in books and in school, learning how it increased one’s sensitivity and dulled one’s inhibitions, but he’d never been unlucky enough to experience it before - that was until that night. Less than a minute after being ambushed and bitten several times by the changelings, their toxin being driven through his system by his thundering heart, he felt the intoxicating effects take root. His stallionhood grew so hard that it hurt, his nipples went erect, and his backdoor hungrily seized upon itself, while his thoughts grew clouded by lustful imaginings. It was at that moment, losing himself to the contemptible poison, that the drones gave him an offer - if he became their plaything and devoted himself to them, they’d show him a world of pleasure like he’d never known.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, compelled by the insatiable and unnaturally augmented urge to sate his desires, he’d agreed to the band in the blink of an eye. It wasn’t so much that he wanted to serve the changelings - he needed to. Even the libido of his hormonally charged youth paled in comparison to what they’d done to him, and so he became their pet, an outlet for their sexual urges, and he took his first steps down the rabbit hole.

Though he was as straight as an arrow, never having thought of stallions in a lewd manner a single time, his heterosexuality was the first thing to go. The drones, led by a changeling named Tarsus, had sucked him off, played with his teats, and teased his ass like a well-trained harem. He’d be lying if he said their treatment wasn’t incredible, yet their methods grew increasingly more perverse as time drew on.

What started as blowjobs and tender kisses, mostly receiving their affection as a red-blooded stallion would, gradually took a turn. He honestly couldn’t say when the first drone had fucked his ass, nor when he’d initially wrapped his lips around one of their cocks, but it was of little consequence. Little by little, day after day, he was molded from a strong-willed, domineering earth pony to a slatternly, submissive bitch.

“Yes,” Talon hissed, shuffling forward and entombing his length in Mac’s face. “Take it like the sow you are.”

Wantonly pounding the pony’s backside, his plump balls slapping against the massive, carmine furred cheeks, Fang set his jaw. “She’s become quite the eager little thing ~ hasn’t she.”

“Indeed,” Tarsus grunted, drawing his tongue up Mac’s throbbing stallionhood before backing away, “although I think it’s time she properly learned her place. Everypony stop…” The group of drones faltered yet continued stroking themselves or making use of Mac, prompting their leader to snarl and stomp his hoof. “Stop now or else…”

Only begrudgingly drawing to a halt, the changelings withdrew from Mac. With the cool air gracing his gaped backdoor, his length twitching, and the taste of pre-cum coating his palate, he glanced around in confusion. In spite of having been fucked by each and every one of the drones more times than he could count, the shred of his remaining dignity wouldn’t allow him to ask why they’d stopped using him.

Trotting over to him, Tarsus drew a hoof up his chin. “We have a little gift for you, my pet,” he began, glancing back and motioning to one of his compatriots. As a drone stepped forward and presented a bag, he flashed his teeth at Mac. “Roll over and present yourself.”

Without question, Mac threw his weight to the side and crashed onto his back. He’d been getting toyed with and screwed for the better part of an hour, yet the drones hadn’t envenomed him or allowed him to cum a single time. Desperate for some relief, he watched the changeling’s horn ignite with harlequin energy.

“You’re our mare ~ aren’t you?” Tarsus softly inquired, surrounding Mac’s stallionhood with a harlequin aura. The pony nodded and gnawed his lip, his hips reflexively jerking at the magical touch on his colossal endowment. “Good. Considering you realize you’re not a stallion, I believe it’s time we address that obscene thing dangling between your legs.”

Before Mac could ask what the changeling meant, his tool was compacted by the drone’s sorcerous grip. Forced to and into its sheath, struggling in vain against Tarsus’ arcane might, his cock gradually went flaccid and complied with the sadistic shapeshifter’s wishes. While the process was far from comfortable or pleasant, he wasn’t about to protest the sudden and wholly unexpected turn of events.

Opening and fishing into the bag, Tarsus withdrew his hoof and produced a steel ring. “Do you know what this is?”

Studying the little apparatus for a moment, Mac shook his head. Prior to meeting the perverse group of parasites, he’d been a bit of a sexual neophyte. The only pony he’d ever bedded was Sugar Belle - even then, his experience had been relegated to missionary and doggy style. It was only when the metal hoop slipped over his balls and soft stallionhood, impeding the blood flow and kept him from getting hard, was he given the slightest idea of what the drones had in store for him.

“It’s called cock ring,” Tarsus continued, taking the key and slipping it back into the bag, “and it’s designed to help mares like you know their place.”

Talon stepped over and brazenly drew a hoof over Mac’s thigh, causing the chaste stallion to shiver. “Mares don’t have a dick, they have a clit. From now on, if you want to get off,” he tittered, shifting his foreleg to caress the pony’s slickened, twitching pucker, “you’re going to have to do it the right way.”

Mac’s jaw flapped uselessly, as he looked between the changelings and his flaccid member. He should have been rock-hard, yet the steel band prevented him from getting an erection. To make matters worse, the ache in his loins mingled with his insatiable urge to cum. Swallowing hard, only vaguely aware of Fang inching closer, he was shaken from his thoughts when a bag of what looked like clothes landed on his belly.

Nonchalantly turning away and trotting to a recliner, with his associates following suit, Tarsis grunted and pointed to a doorway. “There’s a bathroom down there. Unless you want to leave for the night, I suggest you take those gifts and make yourself presentable.”

Awkwardly getting his hooves under himself, Mac held the bag in his teeth and stood. There was no way in Tartarus he was going to head back to the farm, not when he’d yet to get any gratification. As he trotted by the reclining drones, keenly aware of their soft laughing and lustful eyes upon him, he hung his head and refused to look at him. Just because he was going to be obedient didn’t mean he was happy with the development.

He closed and locked the bathroom door behind himself, ensuring he’d have some small modicum of privacy, before sat the bag on the sink to inspect its contents. As strange as it may have sounded, he’d always assumed the shapeshifters were happy with his looks; the group would screw him, tease him, and make use of him like he was their personal whore, despite his colossal stature and muscular build, yet apparently his natural looks had lost a bit of their appeal. Peering down at what he could only describe as a stripper’s outfit, he felt his mouth go dry.

Several months prior, back before he’d met the band of licentious drones, he would have never thought he’d wear anything more than his trusty yolk or maybe some fantasy armor while playing Ogres and Oubliettes with his friends, but that time had come to an end. As he fished out garment after garment, taking stock of his new wardrobe, a strange thrill ran up his spine. While he’d never considered dressing up like a slutty mare, he couldn’t deny the novel excitement he felt looking at the ensemble.

Fishnet stockings, a thong, leather choker, and a tube top, all in a matching, harlequin green, lay arrayed before him, but his hosts hadn’t stopped there. Alongside the attire, the drones had given him some makeup to accompany his new look. Lifting his gaze and peeking at his reflection, anxious and excited as to how he’d look after prettying himself up, he uneasily smirked. If the changelings wanted him to make himself presentable, having gone so far as to acquire a new getup for him, who was he to oppose?

Though it only took a hoofful of minutes to get himself dressed, slipping the fishnets over his legs and the thong into the cleft of his tush, applying the makeup was far more difficult than he would have imagined. It was only because he’d seen his sister’s getting ready for formal events that he had the slightest clue that he was doing - still, after a bit of trial and error, he managed to make himself presentable. Brushing his golden mane away from his face, he stared at the mirror with open awe.

He’d always considered himself a fairly masculine pony, bearing an impressive build and imposing height, yet that was the case no longer. Gone was the beefy pony he was so used to seeing, replaced by a slatternly, huge, and very shapely femcolt. He would never have guessed that a few clothes would make much of a difference, but the attire accentuated his curves in all the right ways.

Turning in place, his curiosity at his new look grew tinged with arousal. Had he been able to get hard, he had no doubt that his stallionhood would have pressed its way out of his thong and sprung into the open air - interestingly enough, due to the steel band around his softened shaft, the only sign that he was male was a pronounced bulge at his groin. Feeling his needy hole pulse against the slender fabric between his buns, he sheepishly smiled and turned to the exit.

While he wasn’t sure exactly what plans the drones had for him, he hoped they’d be as happy with his transformation as he was. It was hard to explain, but prancing out in the negligee was strangely empowering, making the debauched situation even more degenerate than it already was. More than ready to pick up where he’d left off, getting rutted senseless by the gang, he came to a shuddering halt when he entered the living room.

Lounging on the sofa, recliner, and on the four, six sets of glimmering, insect-like eyes settled upon him, yet that wasn’t what held his attention. The changelings, each and every one, were lazily stroking themselves off; though such an occurrence wasn’t uncommon, since they routinely masturbated while waiting for a turn with him, their endowments were not the same as when he’d left. Sporting stallionhoods that dwarfed his own, each nearly as big as his leg, they smirked and started to move.

Casually trotting over to face the stunned stallion, while his friends circled the pony, Tarsis drew his forked tongue over his lips. “Quite fetching, if I do say so myself. Now that you’re dressed appropriately for the part, how about you show us how a good little mare begs.”

It had taken some time for Mac to learn the ropes, systematically destroying his pride so he could sate his carnal wants, but he knew just what to do. Strutting over to the center of the floor, he kicked the coffee table to the side, snatched a number of pillows from the sofa, and pressed his chest to the floor. There were times when he’d savor taking each of the shapeshifters individually, letting them claim him one after the other, yet he wished for nothing more than to test himself and see if he could see just how much dick he could handle.

The changelings followed and gathered around him, undressing him with their eyes. It may have been his imagination, or possibly he was just distracted by the utterly gargantuan dicks bobbing eagerly around him, but he could swear the gang was even more excited than usual. Resting on his chest, spreading and bracing his hind legs, he reached back and prized his tush open to give the crowd an unfettered view of his backside.

As the throng of shapeshifters drew nearer, approvingly humming and slapping their stallionhoods against their bellies, he twisted his head and inspected each of his gracious, monstrously hung hosts. In all the time he’d spent with the drones, aside from being initially baited by one of them, they’d never once used their metamorphic abilities in his presence, which made their sudden enhancements all the more jarring. Ordinarily equipped with what he’d call averagely sized endowments, they’d all but literally rocked his world, but that was the case no longer. Now he wondering if he could even accommodate a single one of their dicks, he was filled with nervous excitement.

“She really is quite appealing like this,” one changeling noted, caressing the pony’s backside.

A second followed suit, running a hoof over her back. “Should we reward her for her obedience?”

Tarsus nodded, his smile never wavering, and brought his snout down and to her neck. “A splendid idea.”

Acting like a pack of wolves, the group drew nearer and sank their fangs into Mac’s flesh. The venom from a single changeling was enough to impede his judgment and heighten his arousal by several degrees, yet they clearly wished for more than that. Bitten by no fewer than five of the parasites, their toxin coursing through his veins, he nearly climaxed on the spot.

His perfectly flaccid stallionhood dangled uselessly toward the floor, jerking and leaking a stream of pre-cum, while his backdoor angrily seized upon itself. As Tarsis stepped over his lowered head, he found himself staring down the impossibly thick length of the leader’s tool. He’d never been much of a conversationalist, letting his actions speak for himself, and this moment was no exception. Like the well trained whore he was, he shot forward and wrapped his pouting lips around the throbbing shaft of changeling meat.

With a contented sigh, Tarsis wasted no time in returning the feminized stallion’s zeal. Bucking his hips, he drove his shaft to and into Mac’s throat - a throat which was only barely able to manage the immense intrusion. Ignoring the stifled gags and spasming airway around his dick, he steadied himself and started face-fucking the pony without a care in the world.

Mac’s eyes watered, his lungs burned, and he felt as though his heart may beat through his chest - all while the choker around his bulging neck made the intrusion all the more intense. He’d gotten quite good at sucking his newfound friends off - heck, he actually giving blowjobs more than receiving them, yet this was vastly more intense than anything he’d done with the group. With the taste of fresh sweat on his tongue, musk tickling his nostrils, and keenly aware he’d only managed to fellate half of Tarsis’ length, he was distracted when a weight crashed upon his hips.

Darned if he could tell who had mounted him, but the sensation was unmistakable. As a pair of hooves locked over his ample hips and held him tight, he felt it - the warm, slick head of a huge cock pressing against his entrance. Irrespective of his ability to breathe, he tensed his legs, swung his titanic ass back, and impaled himself on the shapeshifter prodding at his tush.

He would have been overjoyed to be fucked by anypony with a stallionhood of any size, but the colossal member that popped into him - stars above, the combination of discomfort and pleasure was profound beyond his wildest imaginings. He quaked from hoof to head, nearly losing control of his legs, as his limp, flopping prick gushed his cum to the floor. His spontaneous climax did nothing to deter the insectile ponies around him, causing them to jeer and laugh at how pitiful he was.

“She even squirts like a mare,” Fang guffawed, grinding his length against the quivering pony’s flank.

Another drone grunted in disapproval, his amusement shifting to frustration. “She should’ve been on her back for that. Somepony’s going to have to clean up after this…”

Tarsis slowed, his medial ring having just slipped past the pony’s strained lips, and he abruptly stepped back. As his length was pulled from Mac’s muzzle, allowing the stallion to weakly cough, he grinned. “She can lick it up after we’re finished with her, but you may be onto something. Nail, pull out and lay on the floor.”

Drawing to a halt, yet staying on Mac’s back, Nail growled. “But I just -”

“Did I stutter?” Tarsis interrupted. “Lay on your back now…” Only begrudgingly doing as he was told, Nail dismounted, shuffled to the side, and eased himself onto the floor.

The departure of the swollen, vascular shaft from Mac’s ass was tragic, downright heartbreaking, and he stifled a whimper because of it - fortunately for him, as he glanced over and saw Nail’s pillar-like tool pointing toward the ceiling, he realized how to remedy the situation. Straightening up and stepping over, straddling the supine drone, he hastily got into position and slammed his hips downward. Though he was nearly frantic with desire, his aim was true.

His tush pounded against Nail’s hips, driving the air from the changeling’s lungs, as he filled his backside with the vividly colored behemoth. He could hardly believe he’d hilted the giant stallionhood in a single motion, feeling the cock-head coming to rest just beneath his rib cage, but he wasn’t about to stop and relish the moment - not by a long shot. Easing himself down, sandwiching the shapeshifter between his bulk and the floor, he wantonly fucked himself on the comparably tiny stud.

If he’d been smaller than he was, shorter and with a more slender build, he doubted he’d be able to handle one, let alone several of the big-dicked changelings - fortunately for him, that wasn’t a concern. Peering over at Tarsis, seeing he held the leader’s attention, he closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and invitingly extended his tongue. If the parasite didn’t get the hint and come over to make use of his muzzle, he felt certain that one of his other mates would.

Sure enough, Tarsis trotted over, reared back, and pressed his hooves to Mac’s shoulder’s. He was almost twice as big as any of the shapeshifters, allowing the chief drone to stand and plunge into his snout. With both his gullet and rump stretched to their limit, he held himself steady while the pair started plowing him.

Attempting to pleasure two creatures at once would have been difficult under any circumstances, but doing so while envenomed with a powerful aphrodisiac was all but impossible. Try as he might, his amorous juggling act was gradually outstripped by the domineering drones movements - not that he was complaining. He wasn’t opposed to taking an active role with the stallions, especially when they’d given him a command to do so, yet he much preferred when they took the reins and made him their bitch.

Only occasionally given a sip of air, his sinuses were flooded with the ambrosial, heady scent of sex and masculine pheromones. At first, when he’d initially been ambushed by the changelings, he’d found their smell a bit off putting, but that felt like a lifetime ago. The drones’ natural fragrance had ingrained itself in his mind, entwining with his libido and acting as a powerful stimulant in and of itself.

“F…fuck, she’s tight,” Nail grunted.

Coming up behind the pony, doubtlessly admiring the crimson stallion’s stuffed, slickened pucker, Fang affectionately squeezed the Mac’s tush. “We should get a camera next time. What do you think she’d do if we sent pictures of this to her family?”

“They - Mmmmph - probably wouldn’t be surprised - after all, considering she lives with them, I’m sure they know she’s a total slut,” Tarsis grunted, inching forward and pounding away at Mac’s face.

The mention of his family struck Mac like a gong, cutting through his mental fog. He had no way to reply or say a word, yet he was terrified at the prospect of his sisters or Granny Smith discovering the depths of his depravity - not because of what they’d say to him, but because he had no caving to anypony’s wishes but his own. Even though he’d cum mere minutes ago, the thought of his secret being revealed pushed him closer to his limit.

Bracing his legs and driving his hips upward, slapping his nuts against the pony’s rump, Nail hissed. “She just tightened up too. Maybe she wants everypony to know what she’s been doing…”

“Wait,” Tarsis snarled, inching back and freeing his stallionhood from Mac’s snout. “You want everypony to know how much of a whore you are ~” he purred, lifting the pony’s chin, “don’t you?”

The shapeshifters stopped in their tracks, silently studying him, as glanced between them. “Ah…Ah…”

“If you’re honest,” Talon added, mounting the stupefied stallion, “we’ll give you a reward.”

“That’s right,” Tarsis hummed, reassuming his position over the stallion and slapping the pony’s face with his saliva and pre-cum slathered cock. “Nopony likes dishonest mares who lie to themselves, so why don’t you come clean with us - don’t worry, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Staring down the drone’s length, a band of drool hanging from his chin, Mac could practically feel a part of himself break. If word got out that he was a butt-slut, let alone one for unreformed changelings, there was an all too real chance his life would be ruined - nevertheless, he was too far gone. Realizing he couldn’t live without his myriad of lovers using and abusing him on a regular basis, he gulped.

“Ah…Ah want it,” he murmured, his deep, sonorous voice standing in stark contrast to his marish aesthetic.

“Good mare,” the leader approvingly mused, bringing his stallionhood to the pony’s muzzle. “Go ahead and help yourself.”

Mac’s head shot forward, his muzzle agape, as he unabashedly drove the dick into his throat. He’d known there was no turning back, that he’d reached a threshold from which there was no turning back, yet he’d never given voice to that fact. Mopping the heavenly length with his lips, swallowing down mouthfuls of thick, cloying pre-cum, he was unaware that Talon had something more in mind than just teasing him.

The pressure on his struggling backdoor mounted, as the second drone pressed against his filled hole. Confusion, fear, and anticipation warred for control of his thoughts, only then comprehending what the changeling was trying to do, but it was too late. After a hoofful of halfhearted thrusts, unable to make purchase, Talon finally managed to cram his dick into his stretched, spasming entrance.

He climaxed instantaneously, gurgling and blowing his load over Nail’s abdomen, while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Being filled by a single gigantic stallionhood was incredible, yet having two in his ass bordered on the insane. Wracked with unfathomable bliss, struggling to remain conscious, it was all he could do to keep himself from collapsing.

The drones giggled to themselves, taking the briefest pause from their lecherous endeavor, before they started to move in tandem. Like a well-oiled machine, heedless or uncaring of his stricken state, they fucked him like he was little more than a living, breathing sex-toy. Knowing that they didn’t care about him, only seeing him as a plaything, should have been a turn-off, yet that knowledge only served to heighten his rapture.

With his masochistic yearnings reaching a fevered pitch, he lost himself to the ecstasy of finding his place in the world. He may have looked like a big, strong, masculine stallion, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Though it had taken a gang of nefarious changelings to show him the light, revealing who and what he truly was, he embraced his role with open hooves.

Adrift in a sea of pure, unrefined pleasure, with one orgasm bleeding into the next, his grasp of reality grew tenuous. As he dipped in and out of consciousness, he found himself moved from place to place in the living room. A blink and he was draped over the arm of the sofa - moments later, he was wildly riding one of the drones; like a kaleidoscope of hedonistic delights, his life was reduced to one exchange after another.

By the time things had calmed down, finally given a moment of clarity, what had to have been hours had passed. The room was nearly pitch black, only lit by the dim moonlight from outside, while he stared up at the ceiling and heaved air into his chest. With the taste of cum on his lips, coughing and sputtering foal-batter from his throat and nostrils, he shakily lifted his head to peek down at himself.

Nearly every inch of him was coated in seed, from his mane to his hooves, yet that wasn’t what caused him to breathlessly gasp. His initial assumption that the changelings had almost exclusively cum on him, baptizing him in their essence, was proven false as he spied his distended belly. As unbelievable as it was, he looked absolutely gravid.

With no way of knowing just how much spunk was sloshing around inside himself, he was left to presume he’d been filled with gallons of jizz. As he struggled to look past his expansive, sloshing stomach, trying and failing to look at his rear, he scrunched his snout. He couldn’t exactly see it, but he felt something lodged in his ass.

“It’s a plug,” Tarsis coolly remarked, smiling at the pony from his chair. “Wouldn’t want you to waste our generous deposits ~ would we?”

As disgusted as he was by the development, all Mac felt was arousal. Rolling over and getting to his hooves, he uneasily stood and listed to one side - only barely supporting himself on the nearby sofa. He could already tell he was going to be sore in the morning, all too familiar with the numbness in his limbs, but he hadn’t the slightest bit of regret. Instinctively stumbling toward the restroom, he stopped in his tracks when he heard Tarsis softly tsking behind him.

“If you’re going to relieve yourself, you’re not going to do it here,” the leader began, hopping from his seat and moving to the cum-bloated stallion’s side. “How about you wear that plug home and do it there; you can do that for me ~ can’t you?”

His cheeks darkening, Mac bashfully nodded. Given the extremely late hour, he should be able to avoid anypony if he circled town and took the long way home. Secretly thrilled with the command, yet shameful of how deplorable he must look, he languidly turned and moved to the exit. Though it would be a long walk back to the farm, his legs felt like jelly, and the weight of so much seed in his belly made trotting an arduous affair, he’d be able to manage - at any rate, that’s what he told himself. Just as he reached the doorway, feeling the cool night air against his dampened hide, Tarsis cleared his throat and drew his attention back.

“When you come back tomorrow, and you will come back tomorrow, how about you bring a friend,” the drone softly but firmly noted, shooting a wink at the unsteady pony.

“E…eeyup,” Mac wearily responded.

He had no idea how he’d be able to convince somepony to join him in the depths of depravity, realizing the changelings wished to have another plaything, although that wasn’t going to stop him from trying. If the studs wished for him to have an accomplice, that’s what he was going to do. Shambling out into the moonlit darkness, he wondered who he’d bring back to the manor with him.

Braeburn

Clad in a corset, fishnets, and a very short skirt, Braeburn lingered behind the bar of the saloon - her saloon. Appleloosa hadn’t always had such a debaucherous establishment, but she’d moved heaven and earth to get her not-so-little business up and running. She smiled to herself and waved as one of her customers left, blowing the stallion a kiss for good measure, and idly thought of just how much her life had changed over the last few months.

Opening a saloon would have been crazy in and of itself, yet that paled in comparison to other developments she’d had. For starters, she’d taken the plunge and officially made herself a mare - not in a technical sense, seeing as how she was still technically a stallion, but she’d started living her life as one. While everypony had always known she’d had the hots for stallions, even though she’d done her best to hide it, she’d only recently come to embrace who and what she was on the inside.

She would probably still be trying to pass herself off as an honest to goodness stallion, had it not been for a chance encounter she’d had with her cousin Big Mac. Having gone to Ponyville to visit family, she’d been shocked to discover that the once exquisitely masculine stallion was a shadow of his former self - sure he was still big and strong as an ox, yet he’d been softer spoken had gotten a bit curvier since the last time she’d seen him. She’d waited for an opportune time to talk to him about it, deliberating on if she should even ask about what had happened to him, but she was glad she ultimately did.

It took a bit of prying, but Big Mac reluctantly spilled the beans about the changeling’s little operation outside of town. Though she’d tried to contain her interest, attempting to downplay how fascinated she was, her interest had apparently slipped through. Once her cousin brought her to meet the drones, introducing her to their leader Talon, she’d realized that she was presented with a golden opportunity to fulfill one of her deepest, most well-guarded fantasies.

Striking a deal with the drones had been easy enough - she’d open a saloon and brothel in Appleloosa, running the place and giving the shapeshifters a cut of the profits, and they’d make her the mare of her dreams. She hadn’t hesitated in striking a deal with the depraved parasites, setting herself to task as soon as she’d returned home, and they’d held up their end of the bargain. The serum Talon had provided her with had done everything he said it would, stripping her of her masculinity and turning her into an absolute bombshell.

Softly chuckling, she looked to the side and found her reflection staring back at her. There was a reason she’d installed a mirror next to the bar, even if nopony had figured out exactly what that reason was. Simply put, she smiled every time she saw herself. She’d never been all that stallionly to begin with, having had soft features, a flowing mane, and a rather generous backside, but she couldn’t have fathomed how beautiful she’d become.

With curves that would make most mares jealous, and sporting a pair of modest, exquisitely sensitive teats, the only way anypony would know she’d ever been a stallion was if they looked between her plump, juicy thighs - even then, if she was wearing panties, it would be hard for them to tell she was lacking a pussy in the conventional sense. Glancing over her shoulder, ensuring she wasn’t being watched, she turned and inspected her backside.

Her ass was, in a word, perfect. Large and succulent, with a well-trained backdoor capable of making even the most robust stallion weak in the knees, her tush was everything she’d ever wanted and more. She’d considered going further, fully metamorphosing into a full mare, but there were two reasons she hadn’t: first and foremost, a part of her relished having the cum fucked from her small, permanently limp colthood - secondly and a bit more scandalously, she took pride in being able to woo allegedly straight studs.

“Howdy,” a deep, sonorous voice intoned, wrenching her from her thoughts and causing her to turn.

Seeing a huge, unmistakable figure trotting up to the bar, she swooned. She’d gotten her way with a number of stallions, including a few who’d insisted they’d never sleep with a femcolt, but there was one who had eluded her months. She trotted over and smirked at her guest, rearing onto her hind legs while placing her forehooves on the countertop.

“Here comes Trouble,” she snickered, her eyes dancing over the behemoth’s exquisitely chiseled frame. “What can Ah do for ya?”

“Haha,” Trouble Shoes mirthlessly laughed, seating himself before the bar. “Lemme get a double.”

She paused, cocking her head as she turned her attention up to his large, sullen face. “Something wrong, Sugar?”

Shaking his head, he heavily sighed. “What isn’t wrong…”

Placing a rocks glass on the counter, she turned and plucked a bottle of applejack from the bar behind herself. Though she’d been lusting after Trouble for almost as long as she could remember, finding the behemoth downright irresistible, she wasn’t about to let her fetishistic interest in him get in the way of treating him like what he was - a friend. Even before she’d become the stunner that she currently was, she’d done what she could to cheer the big lug up and help him when she could.

She turned back to face him, poured him a measure of brandy, and slid the glass over to him. “This one’s on the house, hon. Ya wanna talk about what’s eating ya?”

The titan lifted a forehoof and downed the drink in a single gulp. “Ya know Turnover?”

Struggling not to roll her eyes, she nodded. “Yeah, Ah know her. What’d she do?”

“She turned me down again,” he lamented as he was poured another shot.

Brae grimaced, even though she wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Turnover was basically the village drum - everypony had gotten a go at her - everyone but Trouble. Darned if she knew why he had the hots for such a slatternly bint, but he’d fallen hard for the unscrupulous mare - sure, she’d had a fair number of rolls in the hay herself, but she wasn’t a whore like Turnover was. Setting the bottle by his glass, she nodded at the brandy.

“Ya mind if Ah’m candid with ya?” she inquired, drawing his eye. “Ya need to find yourself a good, hard workin’ mare for yourself - somepony who’ll appreciate you and give you the lovin’ you deserve.”

“And where am Ah supposed to find one of those?” he countered, lifting his glass.

Stepping back from the counter, allowing him to see her in her entirety, she coyly smiled and waved at herself. He had to have known she was into him - that or he was a bit more dense than she’d presumed, but she saw no reason to lay her cards on the table. He was single and wanted a cute little mare to call his own - she didn’t have a special somepony and thought he was the cat’s meow. The way she saw it, they were practically made for one another.

Looking her over, his eyes lingering on her rump for a fleeting moment, he stared down into his drink. “Ah appreciate it, but Ah don’t think Ah could - well, ya know…”

“Know what?” she pressed.

“Ya know…” he dully insisted, his cheeks darkening.

Undeterred, she tapped a forehoof on the countertop. “How about this - seein’ as how ya ain’t got a marefriend, and that it’s probably been a while since ya got to blow off some steam, how’s about we go upstairs and Ah help ya relax a little bit.”

Consarn it - she didn’t consider herself that big of a floozy, but enough was enough. If putting out meant she could lift Trouble’s spirits, that was fine with her - if it meant she could win him over and get him as a coltfriend, so much the better. Not waiting for a reply, she trotted around the bar and to his side.

“C’mon, ya big lug,” she playfully insisted, grabbing his foreleg and giving him a small tug. “Ya ain’t gonna shoot down a mare trying to show you a good time ~ are ya?”

“It’s…it’s just…” he faltered, unwilling to look her in the eye. “Ah ain’t never had a mare show me a good time at all…”

As she froze in disbelief, unsure if she’d heard him correctly, her jaw nearly hit the floor. “Come again?”

“Ah only ever got close to gettin’ lucky one time,” he sulked, “but that don’t count. After she saw what Ah was packin’, she turned tail and ran off…”

“What’s wrong with your…” she trailed off when she peeked down at his groin.

She swore to Celestia, she thought she’d been looking at a fifth leg draped on the floor. Trouble Shoes was the biggest pony she’d ever met - shucks, he was taller and way more heavily built than even the Princesses, but she’d underestimated just how exquisitely well-hung he was. All but literally tearing her eyes off his semi-flaccid stallionhood, her mouth watering all the while, she cleared her through and collected herself.

“Well Ah ain’t like most mares and Ah ain’t scared of ya in the slightest,” she proclaimed, proudly holding a hoof to her chest as her backdoor hungrily clenched.

Swinging his head toward her, he cocked a brow. “Really?”

“Darn tootin’! Now let’s get you upstairs and I’ll prove it!” she chirped, bracing her hind legs and hauling him onto his hooves. Leading him out of the cavernous lobby, she looked over to one of her employees. “Mind the bar for me, Quicksilver.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” the stallion replied, shooting her a crisp salute.

While she’d glanced at his goods more times than she could count, admiring his fleshy sheath and fat, succulent balls, she’d never been lucky enough to spot his stallionhood before that moment. As he lumbered along beside her, being guided to and up the stairwell to the second floor, she fought to contain herself. Not only was his dick as big as the rest of him, a revelation that both thrilled and terrified her, but there’d clearly been some part of him that was interested in what she had to offer.

As they reached the second floor, she trotted ahead of him and pulled a key from her pocket. “Lemme just - whoops!”

The key clattered to her hooves, giving her the perfect opportunity to test a theory. If he really was attracted to her, even in the slightest, he was about to give it away whether he realized it or not. Leaning forward and kicking the key under a chair in the hallway, she cursed to herself and pressed her chest to the floor.

While she wasn’t one to dupe anypony, she wasn’t above accidentally showing herself off a bit. With her tush angled directly at Trouble, she flicked her tail to the side out of annoyance and reached beneath the chair. The whole charade lasted only a few seconds, but it was more than enough time to flaunt her goods. As she righted herself and brushed her mane from her face, she glanced back at him and spied just how effective her perverted little ploy had been.

Fumbling with the lock, she hastily threw open the door and stepped aside. “Go’on in and make yourself comfy, hon. Ah’m gonna freshen mahself up right quick.”

With her heart pounding in her bosom, her tender p-spot aching, and feeling a bead of pre-cum slip from her limp little clit, she scampered past the giant, into her bathroom, and threw the door closed. She was actually more than ready to pop his cherry, having cleaned and plowed herself with her favorite dildo earlier that morning, but he didn’t have to know that. The real reason she needed a bit of privacy was so she could formulate a plan.

Her morning routine of gussying herself up made the prep work easy, allowing her to reapply her makeup, straighten her attire, and spritz on a bit of perfume in a matter of minutes - minutes she used to come up with the perfect treatment for Trouble. Giving herself a final once-over, ensuring she was as gorgeous as she was going to get, she strutted into her room, looked to the bed, and nearly fainted. She’d thought that her oversized guest would make himself comfortable - she’d been right, but she couldn’t have predicted how he’d make himself comfortable.

Laying atop her bed, with his hind legs spread and head on her pillows, Trouble sheepishly smiled over at her. As much as she would have liked to meet his emerald eyes and warm expression, she couldn’t look away from the absolutely gargantuan equipment nestled between his thighs. As large as her leg and growing bigger by the second, resting over two utterly huge balls, his package was as enthralling as it was formidable.

Trotting up to the foot of her bed, she giggled like an excited school filly. “You sit right there, hon, and let mama give you a little sugar…”

As she crawled onto the mattress, moving up between his outstretched legs, she licked her lips. She thanked her lucky stars for the chance to have a go at him, but being able to punch his v-card made the occasion even more special. She slowed by his knee, kissing her way up his inner thigh and to his crotch, while the first hints of his overpowering musk drifted to her sinuses.

His scent was just as impressive as the rest of him, tickling the cock-hungry, submissive parts of her brain and giving her all the inspiration she needed to continue. The heady aroma, a mixture of sweat, dirty, and a hard day’s work, this - this was what a real stallion smelled like. Swinging open her muzzle, resisting the urge to bury her face in his nuts, she drew her tongue up his monolithic length and groaned.

Salty, bigger flavors danced over her taste buds, while she kissed and licked her way up his towering shaft. It was his first time with anypony, let alone a feminized, impotent femcolt, so she was going to do her darnedest to make sure she gave him an experience he would never forget. She pushed herself up on her forehooves, almost having to stand to reach the tip of his cock, and stared down his stallionhood.

She’d sucked a fair number of dicks in her day, but this - this had to be the granddaddy of them all. Peering up at him, meeting his emerald gaze, she hotly made out with his crown. She would have started sucking him off right then and there, literally choking herself on his tool, but she had something special planned for him. As she drew her tongue around his cock-head and stroked him off with a forehoof, she watched him gnaw his bottom lip. It wouldn’t take much for her to push him to the breaking point, especially since it was the first time he’d ever had somepony giving his stallionhood the lovin’ it deserved, and that’s exactly what she was going to do.

She took her time and enjoyed herself, savoring every twitch of his length of little buck in his hips, until he was leaking pre-cum like a busted faucet. Backing away and giving the tip of his dick a parting kiss, she slipped her forehoof down his length, gave his balls a loving squeeze, and withdrew. He may not have realized it yet, but she was going to tap into all the suppressed, stallionly urges he’d been neglecting.

Humming contentedly to herself, she stepped over his leg and rolled onto her back beside him. “Go’on and get up for me, sweetheart.”

Doing as he’d been told, albeit with a bit of reluctance, Trouble ponderously shifted his weight and got his hooves under himself. “Are ya done already? Shucks - Ah was hopin’ -”

“Oh we ain’t done, hon - not by a long shot,” she tittered, twisting in place and letting her head hang over the side of the mattress. “C’mon over here and swab mah throat with that beautiful beast of yours.”

“Ah…A…all right,” he rumbled, stepping down to the floor and trotting around the bed toward her.

It was too cute - he really was acting like a school colt who was about to get lucky. She remained right where she was, opening her mouth for him as he reared back and slammed his forehooves to either side of her chest. She was a fraction of his size and maybe a quarter of his weight, but it wasn’t until he was looming over her, his stallionhood creeping closer and closer to her snout, that she fully appreciated just how insanely massive he was.

Stopping when his cock bumped against her nose, he twisted his head to the side and peeked down at her. “Are ya sure this is alright? Ah don’t wanna hurt ya or nothin.”

“It’s fine,” she laughed, dismissively batting a forehoof up at him. “Now don’t you hold back or nothin’.”

Turning her attention back to his nethers, with her excitement cowing down her better judgment, she got back into position and extended her forelegs. As she caressed his underbelly, he stepped forward and drove his length into her muzzle. Her eyelids fluttered, her heart skipped a beat, and she ground her thighs together, while inch after godly inch of stud meat filled her maw.

The head of his cock bumped against the back of her throat in an instant, her lips were already stretched wide open, and he’d only just started with her. She knew it was bad, that there was a very real chance that she could black out from trying to throat such an absurdly huge cock, but she didn’t care. Rubbing the girthy root of his tool with one forehoof, she gently patted his balls and prompted him to continue.

He didn’t disappoint her in the slightest, taking another step and sinking his length into her gullet. She’d been fortunate to fill her lungs before he plugged her airway, but that didn’t mean she was out of the woods yet. Less experienced stallions didn’t know what they were capable of, especially those who were on the larger side, making Trouble a walking, talking, weapon of carnal destruction.

Her throat spasmed around him, as he sank deeper and deeper into her snout. By the time he’d fully hilted, she swore he was in her stomach. Steadily he rolled his hips back and withdrew a portion of his length, leaving saliva and lipstick smearing his shaft, before he bucked his hips. If she could have groaned, she would have - unfortunately for her, she was completely and totally stifled by his endowment.

The face fucking he delivered was, in a word, incredible. His long, steady strokes suited him perfectly, mirroring his vast size and unquestionable strength, and they were just what she was hoping for. Bringing one forehoof down her frame, she twisted and pinched one of her teats. If she wasn’t careful, should she not pass out beforehoof, she might just blow her load purely from the oral!

He moved like a machine, with all the power and speed of an industrial locomotive, and she loved every second of it. Some stallions were fast, screwing like it was a race, while others were slow and methodical - Trouble was definitely the latter. Her lips and jaw were forced wider every time his medial ring was rammed into her snout, the velvety skin sheathing his length glided over her tongue and into her throat, and the sound of his heavy breaths were as good - no, better than she could have ever imagined.

Little by little, in spite of her best efforts, her body started to rebel against her. Her lungs burned, her pulse raced, the corners of her vision started to tunnel, yet she endured. If she had even the slightest chance of making him her coltfriend, she was going to have to prove she was better than anypony else in town - heck, anypony else in Equestria. As his pendulous balls rhythmically slapped against her face, blinding her and smearing her makeup with his sweat, he slowed and ultimately came to a halt.

“Ah…Ah can’t do this,” he grumbled, stepping back and hauling his shaft from her esophagus.

She sputtered around the tip of his length before it popped clear of her muzzle. On one hoof, it was nice that he’d allowed her to breathe - on the other, she was more than a little disappointed that he’d stopped so suddenly. Twisting around and pushing herself up on one foreleg, she knit her brow and peered up at his face.

“Why can’t ya?” she softly inquired. “It won’t like Ah minded.”

“It’s just that…” he murmured, the blush returning to his cheeks. “It’s just that Ah wanted my first time to be special,” he continued, “and that Ah wanted to look at that pretty face of yours.”

Her jaw flapped uselessly for a moment, unable to form a single word. She had to look terrible, her makeup a mess and nearly styled mane unkempt, yet he wanted to look at her all the same. Shooting to her hooves, the fires of her passion burning hotter and brighter than ever before, she pointed to the center of the bed. If he wanted to see her face, she could definitely accommodate.

“Lay down for me,” she instructed, moving to the far side of the bed.

He obliged without question, stepping up and onto the mattress before rolling onto his back for her. There were a number of positions she could have chosen to accommodate his request, but there was only one that felt fitting. She closed the gap between them and swung her legs over his barrel.

“Hope you’re ready for this,” she cooed.

Swinging one hind leg back, she carefully angled his stallionhood to her tush. For any ordinary stallion, she would have hopped on and started riding like a seasoned cowgirl - given Trouble’s impressive stature and unimaginable endowment, the procedure took just a little more finesse. She kept her eyes on his face, fully intent to sear his reaction into her memory, as she rocked back and kissed her entrance to the head of his cock.

She’d be the first to confess that she was a bit of a size queen, having gone so far as to buy several toys that would put stallions to shame, yet the act of impaling herself on him was a trial - a sinfully delectable, divine trial, but a trial nonetheless. Slowly exhaling and relaxing her ass, she threw her weight back and forced herself onto him.

Her well-used pucker yielded after only a matter of moments, engulfing the thick crown of his cock and sending a wave of pleasure through her. Given how long she’d waited for a chance to be with him, the fact that he’d given his virginity to her, and how he’d just used her airway, she came on the spot. With her legs buckling, threatening to give out beneath her, she released a shuddering sigh and painted his belly with her weak, watery spunk.

His eyes widened in surprise, looking from her bliss-wracked face to the spunk on his stomach. “Did…did you just cum from that?”

“Y…yeah,” she stammered, unable to keep herself from drooling. “Just gimme a s…second.”

The intrusion was monumental, pushing even her experienced ass to its limits. Willing her trembling limbs to fall still and obey her, she continued her rearward descent. She moved in reverse, spearing herself on his shaft until his medial ring nudged her entrance. Getting the base of his shaft in was going to be a herculean effort, easily the most difficult thing she’d ever done, but there was no way in Tartarus she was going to stop until she had the colossus hilted.

She set her jaw, clamped her eyes shut, and steadily exhaled as she put her body weight to use. While she wasn’t all that big, roughly the same size as an average mare, she had what most females lacked - fearless determination. Wiggling her hips from side to side, trying to get a better angle to accomplish the task, she was eventually met with success. With a triumphant whimper, she gyrated atop him and squeezed her pucker around the very root of his tool.

“Ya said you wanted to see my face -” she purred, leaning back to give him a view of her abdomen, “well here ya go…”

She’d felt him slip into her colon, so there was no way he wasn’t bulging her tummy. Seeing he was mesmerized by the spectacle, his eyes never wavering from the imprint of his cock in her guts, she peered down at herself. Sure enough, coming to just beneath her sternum, the outline of his stallionhood was as clear as the light of day.

Flexing her hind legs, she raised her waist, freed a few inches of his shaft, and slammed her ass back atop him. While she was happy that he was enjoying the sight of her and her rearranged insides, the view was only a small part of the experience. Grinning from ear to ear, with saliva creeping down to her chin, did what she did best - take cock like an absolute slut.

It really wasn’t her fault that she was so aggressive in bed - after all, she was making up for a lifetime of not getting plowed. Her teats swayed and jiggled, her limp little clit flailed about on her groin, and her mewls of delight cut through the air. This was what she was made for, what she’d always wanted, and being with the pony of her dreams was enough to all but erase her refractory period.

She tried to put on a show, putting the cornucopia of lecherous techniques she’d learned to use, but it was a fruitless endeavor. There were simply too many factors in play to let her concentrate, from the sheer magnitude of the stallionhood she was sheathed around to the absolute stud it was attached to, so her enthusiasm insidiously robbed her of her ability to control herself.

Flying into a frenzy, her motions came to reflect her unfettered zeal. Her second orgasm hit after mere minutes, a third rocked her shortly thereafter - still, she only slowed in the slightest after both. Until she caused him to peak, earning his rich, thick, pristine load, she was going to give him everything she had until she couldn’t move.

“Oh gosh…” he reverently whispered, looking between her face and the rest of her.

“Y…you like - Mmmmn - that, big stuff?” she rasped.

Peering up at her face, he nodded. “This is amazin’, but there’s something Ah wanna try.”

She beamed down at him without breaking her breakneck pace. “Well what’re ya wan - Eeep!”

With a speed belying his mountainous size, moving faster than she’d ever seen him before, he threw his weight over and pinned him under himself. She stared up at him in disbelief, meeting his gaze as her stuffed hole flexed around his length. Had he said he would have preferred missionary, she would have spread her legs and welcomed him to ruin her that way - fortunately for the both of them, her spontaneous climax had inspired him to take what he wanted.

Caught completely off guard, she was powerless to stop him when he leaned in, locked lips with her, and started to fuck. The bed groaned beneath them, its frame creaking and likely on the cusp of shattering outright, as he plowed her into the mattress. In and of itself, the kiss would have been wondrous beyond words, but the rutting - the rutting was the most intense thing she’d ever experienced.

She groaned into his mouth and nearly came all over his gut before she was able to regain her composure. This was supposed to be special, an occasion he’d look back on fondly for the rest of his days, so she couldn’t just lay there and get screwed like some flimsy sex toy! Kicking out her hind legs and snapping them around his hips, pulling herself up to meet his plunges, she gave as good as she got.

Though he was a mountain compared to her, being able to overpower her with but a thought, she had him cornered in sensual expertise. Like David and Goliath, she pitted herself against him. She’d suffered through a hoofful of orgasms already, having weathered each to devote herself fully to him, and she was not about to give up now. Seconds passed into minutes and longer still, as their passion soared.

This was heaven, plain and simple, and she wished it would never end. His strokes were steady and unstoppable, like a jackhammer from the forge of a god, rutting her into a stupor. She couldn’t say when she came to the startling realization, barely able to form a coherent thought, but a stunning revelation cut through her blissful fog. He wasn’t just having sex with her, he wasn’t railing her like some horny animal - no, he was making love to her.

The thought alone that he cared for her sent her sailing past the brink, causing her to bray around his thick, muscular tongue and dribble what little jizz she had left onto herself. Be it because of her umpteenth orgasm, her uncontrolled shivering, or her rapturous howl, he pulled back and stared down at her. Sweet, merciful Celestia - his handsome face was the sort of thing that inspired poets.

“Ah…Ah’m getting close,” he growled.

Reaching up and grabbing his cheeks, she drew his face to herself. “Inside…”

Maybe he’d been waiting for the green-light, or perhaps hearing that she wanted to be bred was the straw that broke the camel’s back - regardless, as soon as she gave the command, he buried the entirety of his length into her and came. The absolute tidal wave of his seed broke her instantly. She thrashed beneath him, losing control of herself and nearly blacking out from the unimaginable ecstasy coursing through her.

By the time he was done filling her, swearing she could taste his essence at the back of her throat, she lay limp and all but lifeless. Her limbs rested on the fractured bed, she was absolutely covered in sweat, and her vision faded in and out. Being with him hadn’t been good, it hadn’t been incredible - it had been life changing.

He carefully wormed a forehoof under her upper back, crashed to the side and pulled her to his big, burly chest. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

“Uh…uh-huh…” she numbly responded, gazing down at her round, distended belly.

She looked pregnant - heck, after the breeding she’d just gotten, she might have actually been pregnant. Falteringly draping a foreleg on him, pitiably attempting to return the embrace, she wearily smiled. Even if he didn’t want to make her his marefriend, she’d do anything to spend another night with him - speaking of which.

“Are y…ya - Cough - gonna stay the night?” she croaked, lifting her head to look up at his face.

He nodded and smirked down at her. “If’n you’ll have me,” he replied, looking away as he flushed, “babe.”

She blinked and shook her head, unsure if she’d heard him. “D…does that mean what I think it means?”

Lowering his muzzle, he pecked her crown. “That you’ll be my sweetheart?”

Her grip on him tightened and she giggled like a school filly, overcome with joy by what she’d heard. “Of course, sugar!”

Holding him with what little strength she could muster, she contentedly gyrated against him. Sleeping with him would have been phenomenal in and of itself, but she’d gotten much, much more than that - she’d gotten herself a genuine coltfriend. She kissed her way up his neck, past his jaw, and to his snout until her lips met his. Her life was now complete, she had everything she ever wanted, and she was absolutely certain that she’d found happiness, all because of a little visit to the changelings outside of Ponyville.