“Now approaching Canterlot Station; all passengers, please prepare to disembark,” a voice calls over the train’s intercom as a whistle sounds near the front of the train.
The noise draws Rockhoof out of his recollection of his first year back in Equestria. Grabbing his shovel from the seat next to him, he waits for the train to fully pull into the station and stop before standing up. His big form makes it hard for him to move around the other ponies on the train, so he waits for them to leave first, before exiting himself.
The hustle and bustle of Canterlot’s train station in the breezy summer afternoon slowly parts for him as he starts towards the building’s archway exit. Several ponies wave to him and say “hi” as he passes through the crowd, each receiving a cheery “hello” or “good day” from him. Seeing ponies who recognized him and whom he recognized in turn, mostly from their appearances at his storytimes, brought a cheerful grin to his face.
Stepping out of the station, the splendor of Canterlot lays itself before him like a spread at a banquet. A good number of ponies wander the streets, chatting with friends, shopping, or simply walking about. Some of the ponies out and about wave to Rockhoof as he walks down the main avenue. He waves back with a friendly smile as he trots in the direction of Canterlot Castle.
About halfway down the avenue, a swarm of foals comes rushing out to greet the Keeper of Tales. “Rockhoof!” they cheer as they gather around him. “You’re back!”
“Aye, a'm back. Ah tak' it yi'll want tae hear another story?” Rockhoof asks as he takes a seat on the ground in front of them.
The foals give a chorus of “Yes, please!”
“A'richt, let me tell ye aboot th' time ah stopped a flood wi' mah trusty shovel…”
Rockhoof launches into the long-winded and dramatic story, becoming more and more animated as he tells it, swinging his shovel about dramatically to mime his actions in the past.
Eventually he wraps the story up with “Wi' th' lest swing o' mah trusty shovel, ah cleared th' wey fur th' water tae flow safely intae th' gorge.”
The crowd of foals cheers, ooh and ahs at the story Rockhoof tells. In addition to the foals, their parents and some of the older students who were on their way home from school also gathered around Rockhoof.
Of all the cheering and stomping, one pony’s cheers and stomps stand out louder than the others. At the back of the group is Flash Magnus, cheering and stomping happily. When Rockhoof looks over the crowd he spots the source of the loudest cheering and blushes a little at seeing Flash.
He’s reminded of the night they’d become an item. He didn’t remember much about the night, exactly, only that, after some drinking, they’d kissed. Or rather, it might be more accurate to say that Flash had kissed him.
The very next moment in Rockhoof’s memory was waking up, not in the hotel room he’d been staying in, but in Flash Magnus’s bedroom. He was in the very bed, in fact, and even more odd, Flash was lying on his chest.
“Good morning,” Flash had said. “Sleep well?”
Rockhoof had been too stunned to respond.
“I slept like a foal,” smiled Flash. “I’ve been waiting a long time for that.”
“Are yeh hurt?!” squeaked Rockhoof, finding his voice again.
“Hurt? No, not at all. A little sore, maybe, but not bad.”
Rockhoof rolled over and began to hyperventilate.
“Whoa, there, easy, buddy. What’s wrong?”
Rockhoof shook his head. “Ah did’nae mean tae… This is why aye don’ do this!”
“It’s just a kiss and spending the night.” After a few moments, it dawned on Flash. “You’ve never been with another stallion before?”
“Ah na’er even had a mayr! Ah can’ be hurtin’ ‘em!”
Flash reached up and rubbed Rockhoof’s back. “It’s not so bad as all that. Tell ya what: I’ll be your first, and you can see it’s not so scary.”
Rockhoof shook his head, but he was calming down. “Ah dunno…”
As the wall clock chimed, Rockhoof stood up. “Elvin?! Ah nee’ta go! Ahm’ due in Seaddle fer a recita’!”
Before he could bolt, Flash grabbed his hoof. “When you come back, I’ll be waiting. We’re going to talk about this.”
“Faine!”
A week later, they were back at the bar, and after giving it some thought, Rockhoof had conceded that it was probably best if his first time was with somepony he trusted; somepony that he knew would make sure it was a good time. They went back to Flash’s place, and for the past six months of their relationship, Rockhoof never had to pay for a hotel room in Canterlot again.
Flash just gives him a big smile and wades his way through the crowd to reach Rockhoof, giving him a very chaste kiss on the cheek and inspiring a range of ewws from the foals to awws from some of the older ponies gathered around.
“Sorry folks, but I’m going to steal my stallion friend away from you all for the evening,” Flash says as he wraps a hoof around Rockhoof’s neck. As the crowd slowly clears away, Flash whispers into Rockhoof’s ear, “I’ve missed you, my big slut.”
“Y-yeah, me tae,” Rockhoof replies, blushing a little brighter.
“Now, let’s go hit the bars, they should be open and then we can catch up~” Flash says as he lands and starts trotting down the street. His tail swishes just enough as he walks in front of Rockhoof to let him have a quick peek of his goods.
“R-right,” Rockhoof replies and quickly follows after his lover.
It’s not a far walk to their favorite bar, a regular haunt for the royal guard, and the place where they had their first kiss. The place isn’t very crowded yet, so the two of them are able to land a spot at their favorite table; a rather large corner booth that Rockhoof can fit into.
“Go grab our booth, I’ll be back with a couple of pints of cider,” Flash orders as he starts towards the bar.
Rockhoof’s cheeks flush at how casually Flash ordered him around in public. Still, he heads over to the table and sits down, claiming it for the two of them.
A couple of minutes later, Flash hovers over, carrying a pair of large steins filled to the brim with hard cider. Sitting down next to Rockhoof and setting the drinks down on the table, Flash does his best to wrap a wing around Rockhoof’s back, his wingtip just barely covering his opposite shoulder.
“So, how was your trip to Griffonstone?” Flash asks after taking a sip from his large cider.
“'Twas good; many o' th' griffons lik' mah stories o' battling th' elements. Though thair favorites wur th' tales o' our fight against th' Pony o' Shadows.”
“I’m not surprised; griffons love tales like that,” Flash smirks. “I bet you told them all about how awesome you were.”
“Y-yeah, bit ah an' a' tellt them how epic ye wur,” Rockhoof says with a bit of a blush. “Ah git cried oot aboot dating ye, nae even fur word that we're dating travel’d that far, bit fur o' how ah talked aboot ye.”
Flash gently rubs his partner’s back. “Well, I hope they didn’t give you much trouble about that.”
“Na, thay wur chill aboot it. Some even thought it sounded hot. Though, ah think thay had th' idea that ah wis oan tap.” Rockhoof’s cheeks darken with powerful blush. “Hud tae resist th' urge tae correct them on that.”
“You should have,” Flash says as he rubs against Rockhoof. “If someone asks who’s on top, tell them the truth.”
“Urr ye sure?” he asks as he looks down at his dom.
“Yes. Consider that an order.” Flash stares back up at his sub, making Rockhoof look away, embarrassed.
Rockhoof grabs his stein of cider and downs half of it in a couple of big gulps. His blush is still evident on his face when Flash turns his head and pulls him into a passionate kiss. Their tongues dance for a few moments before Flash gains the upper hoof, pressing into the kiss.
Rockhoof tumbles onto his back on the seat. Flash breaks the kiss, sits on top of Rockhoof’s belly and grabs his stein. “Now this is a proper seat,” he says, taking a long drink of cider.
Rockhoof’s blush triples as Flash’s hoof reaches down and brushes against his sheath. His dom rests atop him, gently fondling him while drinking his cider without a care in the world. The caress has his cock peeking out of his sheath before Flash pulls his hoof away.
“But I don’t think you can really drink your cider like that,” Flash says as he slowly slides off of Rockhoof, purposely running his butt over Rockhoof’s sheath as he does.
Rockhoof, for his part, is blushing bright enough to look like a glow lamp in the dark as his cock slips a bit further out of his sheath. He does his best to sit up without flashing his arousal to the rest of the bar, eventually settling into a position where his dick is hidden under the table. Once he’s comfortable, he downs the rest of his stein of cider within a few swigs.
“Why don’t you go fetch us another round?” Flash smirks as he sets his half-empty stein down. “You look like you could use another one.”
“I… ye can’t be serious. Lik' this?” Rockhoof gestures to his crotch, where his cock is about halfway out of its sheath.
“I’m certain there are some in the bar who would enjoy the sight; I know I certainly do.” Flash says, bumping his elbow against his lover. “I can make it an order.”
Rockhoof’s slowly receding blush quickly returns. He doesn’t move for a few moments, doing his best to take a couple of deep breaths to steady himself before he finally slides out of the booth and starts towards the bar. His cock sways slightly with each slow step as he does his best to keep from showing off more of his massive dick.
When he arrives at the bar, the barkeep pays no mind to his state, knowing him well. “Another round of ciders for the two of you?” he asks as he pulls out a pair of steins, filling them with cider and setting them on a tray.
“Aye, please.” Rockhoof’s please comes off with a slight whine at the end as somepony passing behind him gropes his butt. When he turns his head to look at the pony responsible, he spots Flash flying back to the table with a smirk. Turning back to the barkeep he adds, “'N' maybe something stronger?”
“Sure thing,” the barkeep replies, stepping over to the back shelf of the bar, collecting a bottle and a couple of shot glasses, adding them to the tray. “This ought to be strong enough.”
“Thank ya kindly, how much do ah owe ye?” Rockhoof asks as he reaches for a pouch of bits around his neck.
“Nothing, your stallion-friend paid a good sum to cover the night,” The barkeep says as he waves Rockhoof off. “Now go, enjoy the drinks and your stallion-friend.”
Rockhoof grabs the tray and carefully walks back, his dick still quite visible under him to anypony who so much as glances his way. A few of the patrons visibly eye him up, and one even licks their lips as he passes, but none of them do more than that.
When he returns to the table, he sets the drink tray down and carefully slides back into the booth next to his dom. “Thanks for grabbing the drinks,” Flash says as he leans on Rockhoof and grabs his new cider, his last stein sitting off to the side, empty. “I noticed you turning some heads out there; I bet they’re jealous that I have you all to myself.”
Rockhoof’s speech quickly becomes thick with Scoltish pronunciations after he downs half of his new cider. “How come did ye hae tae dae that? 'N' did ye hae tae come up 'n' grope mah bahookie lik' that...”
“You know I love teasing you,” Flash says as he runs a hoof along Rockhoof’s side, slowly going lower and further in until he reaches Rockhoof’s cock. He gives the shaft a quick stroke before leaning up and whispering in Rockhoof’s ear, “and I know you love it, too.”
Rockhoof buries his muzzle in his cider to dampen the moan that escapes his lips as Flash strokes his dick. The whisper, and now the continued stroking, quickly have him at full mast under the table. He throbs in time with Flash’s hoof as it strokes along the lower half of his length.
His lover lays against him, casually giving him a hoof job as he takes a sip of his cider. After a few moments, when Rockhoof’s cock twitches hard enough to audibly slap the underside of the table, Flash pulls his hoof away from the hot rod. “We’re going to finish our ciders and start on the bottle of scotch before we go any further,” he tells his lover before taking a big swig of his cider.
Rockhoof lets out something between a groan of disappointment and whine of need.
“Finish your drink and do a few shots with me, and I’ll give you the release you want,” Flash says sternly as he takes a big swig of his cider, a hint of color coming to his face from the alcohol.
Rockhoof also takes a big swig of his cider, though in his case, it’s more like knocking it back with how much he drinks in one swallow. Setting his stein down with enough force to shake the table, he lets out a long sigh.
“Good pet~” Flash says as he reaches over and gently rubs Rockhoof’s cutie mark.
Rockhoof’s reply is Scoltish gibberish, as he looks away, abashed at being called that in public.
His embarrassment doesn’t stop Flash from continuing to rub his flank while downing the last of his cider. Not wanting to make his lover and dom wait, Rockhoof downs the last dredges of his cider and puts his stein back down.
“There we go. Now, let’s crack this baby open and have a few shots.” Flash pops open the bottle of scotch and pours each of them a shot.
Rockhoof picks up the shot glass, and with a “bottom’s up” from Flash, downs it. The potent alcohol burns his throat on the way down. Flash also downs his shot and quickly pours another for each of them.
The second shot goes down a lot smoother, though more from the effect it’s having on them than the booze being less potent. “That’s more like it,” Flash says as he leans against Rockhoof again, his wing reaching under the big stallion and wrapping around his cock. “Now, let’s tend to this.”
Rockhoof bites his lip to hold back a moan, as Flash starts to stroke his cock with his wing. The soft feathers gently tease his shaft in all the right ways. His dick twitches and spurts a dollop of precum, which smears across the underside of the table as his cock slaps against it. The sudden shake of the table from Rockhoof’s dick slap makes Flash smirk up at his bis sub.
“See? Rewards come to those who wait.”
Rockhoof nods, not trusting himself to speak as Flash continues to jerk him off with his wing. As he looks down at Flash, the smaller stallion has his hoof on his own hardening cock, stroking himself slowly as he plays with him. The blush on Rockhoof’s face intensifies as Flash moves the tip of his wing down to play with his balls, the feathers stroking and tracing the most sensitive parts of his sack.
Breathing heavily, Rockhoof looks around the room in a light panic. He can feel eyes on him, but perhaps that’s just his nerves. Usually, they don’t go this far in public. While it would be hot to know that somepony was watching them, it would be devastating if rumors began to circulate, and even worse if they were caught and proven to be doing this.
Seeing nopony, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Flash was dominating, but not cruel. If there was a danger to them, Flash, as the pillar of bravery, would charge to his defense.
Flash looks around, too, and sees not one, not two, but three ponies looking their way. One stallion keeps glancing up in bursts, pretending to drink from his mug, but there’s no hiding the bright red blush on his dark green face. Another stallion has one hoof on his mug, and is slouched under the table. Flash can’t see what he’s doing, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.
Then there’s the mare. She is just as nasty as they are, her legs wide open, her hoof massaging her slit and giving Flash quite the show. If Rockhoof had been a little shorter, he, too, might be able to enjoy it, but for now, this stays between the two of them.
The stroking and teasing has Rockhoof rapidly approaching his climax, his cock dripping every couple of seconds, adding to a potent musk that fills the air around their table. Flash shows no sign of stopping as Rockhoof’s cock twitches. The big stallion whimpers and looks at his partner, who simply smirks back up at him and continues his work.
Rockhoof’s orgasm hits him like a ton of bricks, forcing him to bite his foreleg to keep from moaning loud enough for the whole bar to hear. His shaft twitches hard under the table, shaking the whole thing as it slaps against it as he flares to his full size. His cock pulses as it pumps a massive spurt of spunk across the underside of the table and out onto the floor in front of them.
That first spurt is joined by a second, and then a third, his spunk pooling on the floor. As his cock pulses to pump out a fourth burst, his lover wraps his wing around the tip and the spunk covers the wing quite thoroughly.
When Flash pulls his wing out from under the table, it’s absolutely drenched in cum. Looking up at his lover, he begins to lick the mess off of his wing, taking his time to slowly lap up the potent seed.
As he brings his tongue along one of his pinions, another pony clears their throat, drawing his attention mid-lick. Standing at the foot of the table is one of the barkeeps, his hooves folded and his face contorted into a hard look. “I’m going to have to ask you two to leave before you make even more of a mess.”
“Sure thing,” Flash says and continues to lick his wing while scooting towards the edge of the booth. “Come on, pet, let’s take this outside.”
Rockhoof is so taken by the bliss of his orgasm he can’t really reply as he slides out of the booth. His cock trails along the underside of the table, springing up and booping the barkeep on the nose as he stands up. The barkeep’s muzzle is smeared with the last bits of spunk from Rockhoof’s orgasm as the massive stallion steps away from the table.
“Bleugh!” exclaims the barkeep, taking great chagrin at being smeared so, wiping off a big glob with the bar rag over his shoulder. He groans as he blows his nose, as a few dribbles had wormed their way into his nostrils, prompting some chuckles from a few onlookers.
“Sorry,” whines Rockhoof, dropping a sack of coins on the table and following his lover, little droplets of spunk dripping from the tip of his cock as he walks.
Flash leads him through the bar to the back door and out into the alleyway behind it. The second they’re outside, Flash pulls Rockhoof by the hoof and slams him into the wall, pressing his lips up against his lover’s. The fierceness of the kiss quickly puts Rockhoof at Flash’s mercy as the smaller stallion roughly grinds his cock against Rockhoof’s chest and he kisses the behemoth of a stallion.
After a minute or so, Flash breaks off the kiss. His wings propel him higher up, bringing his dick right up to Rockhoof’s muzzle. Gripping his lover’s head, Flash stuffs his cock into Rockhoof’s mouth and right down his throat. Rockhoof instantly starts choking on the intrusion, having not been ready for the rough thrust. His hooves come up to push Flash back, but the pegasus slaps them away.
“No, bad pet. You’re going to have your face fucked hard, and you’re going to like it,” Flash growls as he pulls back
Rockhoof doesn’t have a chance to reply or respond at all before Flash thrusts back in, sinking into Rockhoof’s throat with enough force to smack the bigger stallion’s head against the wall. In a much better position with his pet unable to pull his head back, Flash starts hammering Rockhoof’s face. His balls slap against his chin, each thrust spreading his musk all over his sub’s face.
The forceful face-fucking causes Rockhoof to choke on the dick in his throat as Flash pounds his face. The rough deepthroating has a pronounced effect on Rockhoof, his penis springing back up almost instantly.
As Flash roughly fucks his face, one of Rockhoof’s hooves finds it’s way to his cock, stroking in time with his dom’s thrusts. Flash grunts and groans as he makes his pet deepthroat his dick. Seeing tears welling in Rockhoof’s eyes only drives him to fuck him harder.
His shaft twitches every so often, drizzling a small spurt of precum down his pet’s throat as he works towards his first orgasm of the night. Gripping Rockhoof’s head, he puts his all into stuffing his dick down his pet’s throat. The delightful choking noises he makes make it hard to hold back.
After a couple of minutes of wrecking Rockhoof’s throat, Flash lets out a powerful moan and slams into his sub’s throat one last time. His cock flares and pulses as he starts pumping his spunk down Rockhoof’s throat.
As Flash holds himself in Rockhoof’s throat, unloading his seed, his sub really starts to choke hard, not being able to breathe past the pulsing flesh in his throat.
“Oh, fuck! Feeling you choke on my cock is amazing…” Flash moans out as he rocks his hips, his balls dumping an impressive amount of spunk down his sub’s throat.
After about half a minute, Rockhoof taps Flash’s flank three times, pauses and taps a fourth; the signal to pull out, and pull out Flash does, just in time to pump the last small spurt of spunk right onto Rockhoof’s face.
Rockhoof gasps and coughs, hacking up a bit of spunk as he catches his breath. While he does, Flash pushes the big stallion down to the ground on his belly before lifting his ass with a mighty pull, bringing it up to the right height to rim him. The sudden application of a tongue to his ass draws an almost coquettish moan from Rockhoof.
Flash’s tongue digs deep into Rockhoof’s asshole with ease, slathering the first couple of inches with saliva while he recovers from his orgasm. The tongue pokes around, teasing and rubbing against different parts to stimulate Rockhoof.
After a couple of minutes of doing this, Flash pulls his tongue from Rockhoof’s ass and, with his impressive speed, flips the big sub over onto his back. “I hope you’re ready,” Flash says as he steps onto Rockhoof with his forehooves, showing off his hard cock.
Rockhoof doesn’t have a chance to reply as Flash swiftly moves into position, his hooves finding purchase on Rockhoof’s hips before he stuffs his cock deep into his sub.
Rockhoof gives a powerful moan as he’s penetrated, his cock twitching and spurting a jet of precum onto his chest as his dom immediately starts to rut his ass.
Hammering his pet’s ponut, Flash smirks down and uses a hoof to smack his pet’s flank, earning him a moan. A second smack follows the first; this one produces more of a pained groan than a moan, making Flash’s smirk grow more pronounced. “That’s right, you big pain slut. I’m going to turn your ass red as I fuck you!”
To emphasize his point, Flash smacks Rockhoof’s ass three more times, each with more force than the last, each giving a stronger response until Rockhoof literally shouts in pain. Laughing, Flash starts on Rockhoof’s other asscheek, repeating the process until his sub cries out in strain. “Such a good pet. I love it when you shout for me!”
Flash isn’t done yet. As he leans in and puts his all into hammering Rockhoof’s ass, he bites down hard on one of Rockhoof’s forelegs. The bite is painful enough to force a grunt of discomfort from the big stallion. The bite helps Flash hold himself firmly on top of Rockhoof as he puts his all into pounding his sub’s ass.
For his part, Rockhoof can only moan and take the hard pounding and ass smacks. Lost in the pleasure of the moment, Rockhoof’s cock twitches and pumps spurts of precum onto his chest. At the complete mercy of his lover and dom, Flash, Rockhoof simply rides the train of ecstasy as he rolls towards another orgasm.
Flash’s own orgasm is fast approaching, and he puts more and more speed into his thrusts. Letting go of Rockhoof’s foreleg, he pulls himself into a more vertical position, gripping his sub’s legs to leverage himself as he goes buckwild with his pumps.
Hitting the tipping point, Flash hammers into Rockhoof with one last forceful thrust as his cock flares almost painfully. That and a mighty moan are all the warning that Rockhoof is given before Flash unloads into his ass.
Having his dom’s cock flare and pulse against his prostate pushes Rockhoof over the edge as well, his cock physically rising as it pulses, launching his powerful load over his head as he pumps out another voluminous load of spunk. His dom’s cum warms his ass as it fills him, and he can’t help but to moan.
When Flash’s orgasm comes to an end, he collapses on top of Rockhoof, forcing his massive cock down just in time for the last dredges of his load to splatter against his neck and chin. The two of them lay there, panting as they bask in the afterglow of their orgasm, enjoying the moment.
That moment quickly comes to an end as someone clears their throat. The pair look up to find a large bat pony royal guard standing there, looking down at them, splattered with Rockhoof’s spunk. The bat stallion stares down at them with an unamused look as some of the spunk covering his face drips off of him.
The two Pillars look at each other for a moment before Flash looks back at the bat pony and chuckles sheepishly. “Care to join us?”
