“Thanks for walking me back to my room,” Luster chirped, beaming over at the stallion trotting at her side.
Bitsy anxiously smiled and gave a small nod before looking ahead and over at the motel. He couldn’t quite explain how the young mare had gotten lost in a town as small as Ponyville, nor how she’d slipped away from her chaperone from earlier, but he’d reluctantly agreed to escort her back to the inn after stumbling upon her. With the village protected by the Elements of Harmony, the Princess of Friendship, and a citizenry that had faced world-ending threats on a number of disasters, the chances of the little unicorn being in any actual trouble were slim and none - still, it wouldn’t have been right to leave her to fend for herself.
Rushing ahead of him, she rushed to one of the rooms, pulled a key from around her neck, and waved him over. She, as with the dozen or so other mares and stallions, had come from the Canterlot Academy to tour Ponyville for a three day field trip. It wasn’t that he minded having a bunch of newcomers in town - heck, he’d been pleased as punch when they’d come to his bakery for lunch earlier, though he was tired from a full day’s work. Watching her wave over at him, he knit his brow.
“You wanna come in and rest your hooves for a second?” she called out.
Stopping in his tracks, he rubbed the back of his neck. “I - uh - I appreciate it, but I should probably head home…”
Her joyous expression wavered and her shoulders wilted, hearing his polite refusal. “At least take one for the road! It’s the least I can do to thank you.”
Aside from going into a motel room with a mare several years his junior, something that could and in all likelihood would get the rumor mill churning for weeks or months, there was another reason he was hesitant to spend any appreciable time with her. While she may have been polite and well behaved, one of her classmates had been remarkably forward with him not several hours prior. To have somepony who was only barely legal hit on him would have been awkward in and of itself, regardless of who they were or where they were from, yet the young pony who’d ham-fistedly flirted with him had been none other than Flurry Heart, the daughter of Princess Cadance and Prince Shining Armor.
Darned if he could explain how he’d caught the nubile alicorn’s eye, but he’d somehow managed to do just that. Flurry, unlike her fellow students, had been more interested in him than the freshly baked cookies he’d prepared for her class. What began as sinful looks and peeks at his nethers had ultimately led to her asking if he had any experience making cream pies. Needless to say, after she’d come on to him like a drunken prom date, he’d done everything he could to avoid her until she and the rest of her group had left his bakery.
“Come on,” Luster merrily huffed, scampering over and pulling on his hoof, “it’ll only be a second.”
He’d never been one for confrontations, much less hurting somepony’s feelings, so he caved almost instantly. “Alright,” he sighed, “but only for a minute.”
Practically dragged in beside her, he quickly scanned the interior of her suite. In an ironic twist of fate, even though he’d been living in Ponyville for over a decade, he’d never once stepped hoof in the motel before. As Luster released his foreleg and cantered over to a mini-fridge resting against the far wall, next to what he presumed was the doorway leading to the restroom, his eyes settled on a number of suitcases sitting in the corner.
“We’ve got carrot juice, sparkling water, some cider,” Luster announced, rifling through the assortment of beverages.
He stared at the luggage and scrunched his snout, paying her little mind. A single student would only need a small amount of supplies for such a brief field trip, making him wonder what in the world had compelled her pack so much! Studying the belongings, noticing too late that there were three distinct name tags on the larger items, he yelped when the door slammed shut behind him.
“Glad you could join us, Bitsy,” a smug voice chuckled.
It took him less than a split-second to turn around, but he already knew who’d addressed him. Amongst the students who’d come from Canterlot, there was one who was completely out of place from the rest - sure, Flurry was the only alicorn, but she was far from the most jarring member of the group. Seeing the curly, arctic blue mane, light pink coat, and a pair of brilliant amber eyes peering over at him, he felt a pit form in his stomach.
Of all the crazy stuff he’d seen and heard about over the years, Princess Twilight’s decision to free Cozy Glow had to be one of the most absurd. Though the villain had no extraordinary powers or abilities, her aptitude for manipulation had nearly toppled an empire and brought about a civil war between the unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies. He reflexively stepped back from her and bumped against the bed, realizing he may have much, much more to worry about than just sharing a drink with a high school student.
“What’s the matter?” Cozy pouted, affixing him with what he could only describe as a puppy dog stare. “You don’t have anything to worry about with me, I promise! I’m reformed now, one of the good guys, and it’s not like there’s anything I could do against a big, strong stallion all by myself.”
Summoning his courage, he grimaced and stamped a hoof. “You’re right, I don’t have anything to worry about. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go now.”
Cozy cocked her head to the side and held his gaze. “Leaving already?”
“Yeah,” he huffed. “I don’t know what you’re up to but - Gah?!”
Before he could finish speaking, a soft, golden aura enveloped him and plucked him from the floor. He beat his wings and kicked his legs, doing everything and anything he could to shake free from the mysterious, sorcerous grasp - alas, it was no use. Levitated over to a chair as a length of rope hovered over and wound around him, he was quickly and quite startlingly left immobilized.
As he struggled against his bonds, his mind flew into a panic. Being lured into a motel room by somepony was bad, finding himself faced with an evildoer of renown was worse, but the sight which greeted him made his blood run cold. With her horn alight and a grin plastered on her muzzle, Flurry casually trotted over to him.
“You really should have taught me about creampies earlier,” she snickered, securing his bonds and shooting him a wink.
Trying and failing to free himself, he turned his head and looked at the trio in shock. “What the hay do you want?! You’re going to get in big, big trouble when your teacher hears about this!”
“I don’t think we have to worry about that,” Cozy mused, boldly sauntering over and patting his thigh. “‘Mister Teacher, these three young mares kidnapped me and tied me up in their room!’ Pfft - yeah right! Who do you think he’ll believe, some random baker or his sweet, innocent pupils? There’s three of us, one of you, and I’m pretty sure our word will carry more weight than yours - besides, Flurry is a Princess in the making!”
“Mmmhmm,” Flurry hummed, giving a small bow.
Cold sweat beaded his brow, his heart began to race, and his mouth went dry as their words sank in. No matter what they wanted to do with him, he was in one heck of a pickle. Judging from their impish expressions and the fact that they were clearly acting in concert, he had to believe they’d thoroughly thought this through. Swallowing hard, he nervously licked his lips.
“W…what do you want?” he sputtered. “You’ve all probably got more bits than me, especially her,” he hastily continued, nodding at the alicorn, “so I don’t see what you have to gain from this!”
Glancing over her shoulder, Cozy looked over at Luster. “Spread and tie his legs open.”
“I - What?!” he squawked, redoubling his efforts to escape.
“Sssssssh,” Cozy purred, flitting up and stroking his cheek. “Trust me, you’ll have way more fun if you just relax - I mean, what kind of a stallion wouldn’t want three nubile young mares to -”
“Oh my gosh!” Flurry gasped, drawing his and Cozy’s attention over to himself. “I knew he was cute, but I didn’t think he was that cute!”
Seeing the alicorn gawking at his crotch, he peeked down at himself and went rigid. With his hind legs magically prized apart, his nethers were laid bare. In and of itself, being exposed in such a way would have been mortifying, though that wasn’t his biggest problem. While he wasn’t consciously aroused in the slightest, being downright terrified of the whirlwind of events from the last few minutes, his stallionhood was gradually slipping from its sheath.
Barging past Flurry and straight up to him, Luster dipped her head and brought her snout to within inches of his loins. “It’s…it’s so small!”
“Right?!?” Flurry exclaimed. “I’ve seen colts packing more than that!”
Cozy remained where she was, hovering above her friends as she wolfishly grinned at him. “Looks like somepony’s getting a little excited.”
“Little is right,” Cozy breathed, moving up to Luster’s side to give herself a better look at his goods.
All the blood drained from his face, he fell still, and yet his treacherous stallionhood continued to swell to its full size. He’d known for years that his endowment wasn’t all that impressive, having come to terms with his meager size when he was still in school, and it was the source of his failure with romantic endeavors. No matter how hard he tried or how many pep talks he gave himself, he’d never once gone on a date, much less get intimate with a mare, though the perverted trio were ignorant and uncaring of his plight.
Leaping back, Flurry rushed to the nightstand. “Wait! I have got to check something,” she shouted, rummaging through her belongings. Finding what she was looking for, she rushed back and pressed a ruler against his turgid length. “He’s not even four inches long! Can you believe that?!”
“Honestly, that’s pretty big for a clit,” Cozy remarked, peeking down at his groin. Seeing his stallionhood twitch as she spoke, she slowly lifted her gaze up to his face. “Did you like that?”
“L…l…like what?” he stammered, his face going a brilliant crimson.
Drifting closer, the little pegasus brought her muzzle to his ear. “When I called your colthood a clit…”
Despite his mortification, his body betrayed him in the worst way possible. Not only was he so hard that it was uncomfortable, but he felt a bead of pre-cum dew on the head of his cock. He knew that Flurry and Luster would notice his arousal, seeing as how they were so close that he could feel their breath on his package, yet their raucous laughter made him wince all the same.
“He’s…he’s getting off to this?!” Luster guffawed.
Giggling uncontrollably, Luster leaned heavily against the alicorn. “Now that you see what he’s got, do you still think he’s hot?”
Flurry shook her head and wiped a tear of mirth from her cheek. “Kinda, but in a different way. He’s definitely cute, but there’s no way that little thing is good for much of anything.”
“Girls,” Cozy tutted, flying over and landing beside them, “it’s not very nice to be so rude to our guest. If there’s one thing Twilight has taught us, it’s that we should help ponies ~ remember?”
“Help?” Luster parroted, peaking a brow. “How are we supposed to help him?”
“For starters, I’m not even sure he’s a he to begin with. His soft, luscious mane, his delicate features, and that adorable little clit are all things a mare would have.”
Thoughtfully rubbing her chin, Flurry nodded. “He could use a little bit of makeup - you know, some lipstick, a bit of blush, maybe some mascara…”
“Oh and we could style his mane!” Luster enthusiastically added.
Cozy coolly trotted over to their luggage, thrust a forehoof into what was presumably her bag, and withdrew a pair of snow white panties. “And I bet we couldn’t even see that tiny little thing if we put him in these…”
With his jaw flapping noiselessly, utterly at a loss, Bity’s eyes widened. He’d been in some wild situations before, including one time at the La-Ti-Da Spa when he’d caught a fellow patron eyeing him up, although this was in a league of his own. Confused, concerned, and so aroused that it was uncomfortable to sit still, all he could do was watch as the trio parted ways and gathered up cosmetics and brushes from their effects.
To call the circumstances bizarre would have been an understatement - heck, he doubted even Discord could have come up with such a peculiar situation! On one hoof, he was embarrassed beyond believe and still very worried about the potential ramifications of being kidnapped by a threesome of depraved mares - on the other, he’d be lying if he said all the attention wasn’t slightly thrilling. As he gave a defeated sigh, knowing he couldn’t escape no matter how hard he tried, he reluctantly stopped squirming.
“Do you think the red or pink would look cuter?” Luster inquired, lifting two tubes of lipstick.
Retrieving a compact of blush, Flurry waved a wing in her friend’s direction. “Definitely the red; it’ll go really well with his mane.”
“Speaking of which,” Cozy murmured, flying over with a brush in her forehoof, “you’ll look lovely if we can see your eyes better ~ don’t you think?”
Clamping his eyes shut and pursing his lips, powerless to stop them, he sat motionless while they descended upon him. What in the world were they thinking?! He was a stallion - a stallion with a somewhat meager endowment, but a stallion all the same, so their attempts to pretty him up were foolish at best and comedic at worst! Seconds stretched into minutes and longer still as they worked, occasionally conferring on the best choice of makeup to use or complementing one another’s efforts, until they eventually retreated from him.
“You got the mirror?” Luster inquired.
With the sound of magic filling the air, Flurry cleared her throat. “Alright, you can open your eyes now!”
Getting a look at himself was the last thing he wanted to do, yet his curiosity got the better of him. Peeking out with a single eye and seeing his reflection in the vanity floating in front of him, he balked. He didn’t look silly, nor had the young mares botched applying the makeup - no, he was so breathtakingly beautiful that he could hardly believe he was looking at himself.
His curly, ordinarily unruly mop of curly mane had been expertly styled and the cosmetics he wore elevated his femininity by an order of magnitude, making him look like an honest to goodness mair. Even as an adult, he hadn’t been all that masculine, lacking the musculature or chiseled features that most mares craved, yet seeing himself in such a confoundingly sensual light was astonishing. Slowly turning his head from side to side, he inspected himself in awe.
“Lift your hind legs,” one of the mares instructed, though he knew not which.
As he extended his hind legs, thoughtlessly doing as he’d been asked, understanding dawned on him. At some point or another, they’d untied and removed the rope that had bound him to the chair; he wasn’t sure what was worse about the revelation: the fact that he could have fled minutes prior or the fact that his urge to escape had gradually and insidiously abandoned him. Almost begrudgingly lowering his gaze from the mirror, he looked down as Flurry drew a pair of panties up his legs.
The waistband of the undergarment crept past his knees, over his thighs, and ultimately settled around his waist, before Flurry snorted in frustration. “Darn it…”
Luster stood on the tips of her hooves and looked over her friend’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“He’s too big,” the alicorn grunted. “The tip of his colthood his poking out ~ see?”
“And his coin purse is way too noticeable,” Cozy observed, taking to the air to get a better angle.
For the second time that evening, Bitsy grew angry with himself. He wasn’t supposed to be getting turned on, yet his stallionhood had betrayed him yet again. Sliding forward and attempting to ease himself down from the chair, wishing for nothing more than to rush home, take a long, cold shower, and pray he’d forget all about the peculiar experience, he was ensnared by a combination of Luster and Flurry’s magic.
“Oh come on,” he lamented as he was lifted and hovered over to the bed. “Can’t you let me go now?”
Landing next to his face, Cozy reached over and patted the top of his head. “We’ll let you go after we’re done. You wouldn’t want to leave before you were finished ~ would you?”
“Finished with what?” he bleated.
“For starters, making that clit of yours fit in those panties,” Cozy replied, nodding to his crotch. “Luster, don’t you know a spell that would work for that?”
The unicorn jumped onto the bed and rubbed the back of her neck. “I do know a shrinking spell, but it’s meant for inanimate objects. I really don’t know if -”
“It’ll be fine,” Cozy interrupted. “If something does go wrong, we can always ask Twilight to come and fix it.”
Bitsy’s heart skipped a beat as he heard the Princess’ name. “Twilight’s your teacher - like your actual teacher?”
“Sure is!” Flurry merrily responded, leaping onto the mattress.
Moments from protesting, from begging them not to involve Twilight, he winced as his loins began to tingle. With Flurry holding him to the bed, keeping his limbs spread, he lifted his head and peered down at himself. The unfamiliar sensation in his nethers got more and more intense, permeating into his abdomen, while the inch or so of his rigid shaft peeking out of the top of his panties dwindled before his very eyes.
The sensation of the unfamiliar spell upon his package was hard to describe, a bit like somepony tickling him with a heated feather duster, and it was far from unpleasant - in fact, it actually felt pretty amazing. Unable to look away, entranced by the sight of his gradually diminishing endowment, he gulped. Each fleeting instant saw him lose a fraction of length and girth, whittling away at his stallionhood little by little, until his prick had disappeared beneath its cottony confines entirely.
“All better,” Cozy cooed, leaning in and pecking his cheek. “Now you’re one of the mares…”
As unbelievable as it was, the ne’er do well had a point. Though he didn’t have the best view of himself, unable to freely move and having to look down his heaving chest, he could only make out the slightest bulge within the undergarment he wore. He turned his head from side to side as Flurry and Luster flanked him, approaching his hips, and scowled.
“That’s perfect,” Luster tittered, shamelessly reaching out and rubbing the minuscule swell in his panties. “And I can tell he’s still hard too!”
Stifling a whimper, Bitsy shook his head. “Can you please let me go now? I don’t know what -”
“Do you wanna see it?” Flurry quipped, levitating a hoof mirror over to herself.
Stepping forward, Cozy joined her companions. “I know you’ve gotta be curious - heck, we all are.”
“If you leave now, we won’t be able to have any fun,” Luster noted, looking a bit crestfallen.
“F…fun?” he reflexively muttered.
He was dreading to learn what the damage was, to see exactly how small his normally insignificant stallionhood had become, yet the prospect of fun instantly piqued his interest. With what the mares had gone through, tormenting him ruthlessly, it was fair to say that they owed him something for his troubles. Glancing over at Cozy’s flank, getting the barest glimpse of her marehood, he was suddenly torn.
“Well?” Flurry pressed, pinching and tugging at the waistband of his panties.
Throwing in the metaphorical towel, he rolled his eyes. “Fine. It’s not like you’re gonna -”
“Pffffft - Hahaha!” Luster cackled as the undergarment was hauled down his upper legs.
With an awestruck expression, Flurry lowered her face to his groin. “It really is a clit!”
He lifted his head and peered at his endowment - well, what was left of his endowment. Barely an inch of his length remained, drooling pre-cum over itself and only just rising above the soft flesh on his crotch. The stallionhood he’d had minutes before was colossal compared to the pitiable nub that was what remained of his colthood.
“It’s not even big enough to do anything with!” Luster declared, running the frog of one forehoof over the sensitive tip of his nonexistent shaft.
Ignoring his hitched breaths and writhing, Cozy shook her head. “Oh there’s plenty we could do with it, but it’s sure not going to be penetrating anything anytime soon.”
“Or ever,” Flurry whispered, brushing Luster’s foreleg aside. Inching closer and blowing hotly on his slavering prick, if it could even be called that, she extended her tongue and paused. “Actually, I have a better idea…”
Luster looked over at Flurry just as Flurry looked over at her. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Only one way to find out,” the alicorn snickered.
Hopping off the bed, leaving Cozy at his side, the pair dashed to their respective luggage and started rooting around. Though Bitsy couldn’t clearly see what either of them was doing, still pinned to the bed by what he had to assume was an enchantment, his intuition told him they were up to no good. Tearing his attention off his loins, he twisted and watched Cozy saunter over to the nightstand, open the drawer and reach inside.
The little pegasus didn’t say a word, turning to face him as she lifted a chiseled marker in one wing. Somehow, irrespective of all the madness he’d gone through, he knew the trio were far from finished with him. Only able to spectate, unsure of what to say, he lay motionless while Cozy began writing something on his abdomen.
“Just gotta…” she quietly said to herself, concentrating on her work. “There!”
Scrambling up to her friend’s side, Luster looked down and covered her muzzle to suppress another fit of laughter. “Ok - that is a cute touch.”
“Glad you approve,” Cozy proudly proclaimed, tossing the marker over her shoulder.
“I got the - woah!” Flurry uttered, flying up and staring down at his lower abdomen.
He would have asked what had them so surprised, yet the sight of what the alicorn was carrying derailed his train of thought. With a monumental black dildo in one forehoof and what looked to be a little egg-shaped device in the other, Flurry descended and landed on the mattress. It was anypony’s guess as to what the to-be Princess was going to do with a sex-toy so large, but he sincerely hoped she didn’t intend to use it on him.
Keeping her eyes on what Cozy had been doing, the young alicorn settled down just beside his head. “Ok, that is a really cute touch!”
Luster hastily joined her friends and crawled back onto the bed, though she was now magically carrying a bottle of some sort of lotion. She grinned down at him, just as amused as Flurry by whatever had been drawn or written on him, though she quickly looked around in dismay. After only a second, she hovered the marker off the floor and over to herself.
“It just needs one final touch,” she cheerfully stated, adding to what Cozy had embellished him with. “Aaaaaaaaaaand there!”
Nodding approvingly over at the unicorn, Cozy extended her wing to Flurry. “Couldn’t have done it better myself ~ see?”
As she lifted and angled the mirror in one wing, allowing him to see what had been written on him, his mouth went dry. The word Clit with an arrow pointing down had been scrawled on his belly, while Useless had been scribbled on one thigh with a second arrow directed to his all but microscopic package. Having his colthood reduced to a pale shadow of its former self would have been bad enough, but having his diminutive size advertised made his predicament all the more demeaning.
Looking back and forth between the three, Bitsy couldn’t focus on any one thing. For all intents and purposes, the trio were using him like a toy, doing with him as they pleased. He should have been angry, not for the least of which reasons being his nearly microscopic equipment, although he was too overwhelmed to be incensed.
Seeing Flurry pass Cozy the small, oval object, he squinted. “What’s that?”
“This,” Cozy answered, holding the item aloft, “is what we’re -”
“Don’t spoil it!” Luster interjected. Turning her attention up to his face, she smiled sweetly. “We were going to have a mares’ night whether I was able to bring you here or not, so I figured you may as well join us. Just lay back, relax, and enjoy the show…”
“Show? What sh…” he trailed off, hearing a deep, guttural groan just to his left.
Having planted the thick base of the dildo on the mattress, Flurry gradually impaled herself on the thick, immaculately sculpted length. To see any mare getting herself off would have been electrifying, but to see the daughter of Shining Armor and Cadance squatting on a sex-toy as thick as his foreleg was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Leaning back and propping herself on her forelegs, having her nethers mere inches from his snout, she gave him an up close and very personal view of the action.
“B…buck,” she wheezed. “This - Mmmph - zebra dildo is so gosh-darn big…”
Staring longingly at her stuffed marehood, marveling at the contrast of obsidian silicone stretching open her rosy lower lips, he sharply inhaled and breathed in the scent of her arousal. He’d never been so close to something so obscene in his entire life, and he was not prepared for the assault on his senses. The smell of her marish musk, the heat radiating off her sex, the worm’s-eye view of her riding the toy - they sang a siren’s song to him and left him transfixed.
“Too bad you’d never be able to fill anypony like that,” Cozy chided.
“Uh…uh-huh…” he numbly replied, cognizant of what she’d said but too enrapt to give it any thought.
He could have - would have happily laid there and relished the taboo spectacle for an eternity, drinking in and committing every little detail to memory, though a sudden bolt of pleasure sundered his reverie. His back involuntarily arched, his hips bucked weakly, and he unleashed a soft, slight effeminate moan, as an intense and unfamiliar sensation accosted his colthood. Peering down at himself, he discovered what the egg-like object was for.
He’d heard about vibrators before, little items that did what the name implied, but never in a thousand years would he have guessed he’d have one used on him. The little enchanted sex-toys were meant for mares, a way to stimulate their nipples or clits, and they weren’t meant to be used on a stallion like him - then again, given the laughable size of his colthood, he could see why they’d retrieved it. Clamping his eyes shut and doing what he could to ward off the onslaught of bliss, he felt a pair of wings guide his head over to one side.
“Relax,” Cozy lovingly repeated. “Just enjoy the show and imagine how good that must feel for her…”
Cracking his eyes open, he watched as Flurry gradually increased the speed and intensity of her wanton masturbation. Even before they’d reduced the size of his prick, he would never be able to fill a mare like the gargantuan toy was for the alicorn. As he gnawed his lower lip to quiet himself, mesmerized by the vulgar display, his anguish took an unexpected, somewhat shocking turn. His shame and inadequacies, things he’d loathed and suppressed for years, weren’t anything to be feared - they were things to be embraced.
He could hardly wrap his head around it, having his thoughts clouded by lust, but the notion of being inferior to most stallions only made his dick - no, his clit ache all the harder. Releasing a shuddering breath, he thrust into the vibrating egg gliding over his pathetic package. He was well into adulthood and he’d never been with a mare - even if he was lucky enough to find somepony who liked him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to satisfy them in any meaningful way. Like the final piece of a puzzle sliding into place, the epiphany dealt a ruinous blow to his self-restraint.
Throwing his head back, he mewled loudly. He hadn’t chosen to have a little dick, he hadn’t wanted to stay a virgin while all his old friends got special someponies in their lives, and he certainly hadn’t wished to be robbed of what little endowment he had, yet those things didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself. Accepting his fate, he glanced over when Cozy started to laugh.
“So you finally get it,” the pegasus hummed. “Most stallions would be begging us to change them back, but you’re different ~ aren’t you? You’re just a sorry, sad excuse of a sissy…”
The accusation drove him closer to his limit and brought a tremble into his thighs. Somehow, having only met him in passing several hours ago, she knew him better than he knew himself. Seeing an expectant look in her eye, he gave her a small, almost imperceptible nod.
Cozy glanced over at Luster, prompting the unicorn to move the buzzing egg away from his clit, before she waved a hoof at him. “If you want her to keep going, I want you to say it…”
“I…I’m…” he faltered, slipping glimpses over at Flurry feverishly fucking herself. “I’m a sissy…”
Mockingly holding a forehoof to the side of her head, Cozy turned her ear toward him. “What was that?”
“I’m a sissy!” he emphatically repeated. “I’m n…no good as a stallion!”
“That’s because you aren’t a stallion,” Cozy mused, motioning for Luster to continue. “If you’re good and thank us, we might let you cum…”
As the toy was jammed against his clit, sending waves of rapture through him, he threw his head back and howled. “T…thank you!!!”
He’d hoped the disgraceful admission would have set him free, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. Though Flurry was too busy getting herself off to pay him much mind, pounding her marehood with the indescribably huge dildo, Cozy and Luster doubled down on with their sinful torment. His nipples, his coin purse, his taint, and his clit were bullied mercilessly while the duo berated and flattered him in equal measure.
“You think she’ll squirt like a mare?”
“I wonder if she’ll rub her little clit to this later…”
“Should we even bother changing her back?”
“Maybe we should bring her to that boutique tomorrow and get her a cute skirt!”
Each statement or question chipped away at his withering self-esteem, though Cozy’s words were by far the most biting. While Luster and Flurry were content enough to stay near his hips, keeping themselves close to the action, the villainous pegasus had seated herself right next to his head. Looking between the trio of giggling mares, he flinched when a hot breath blew on his ear.
“If you empty those little balls of yours, this will be permanent,” Cozy whispered. “Don’t tell me you want to be stuck like this…”
He opened his mouth to reply, but didn’t make a sound. He would not - could not admit that he’d never been more turned on before, knowing that would only amplify her bullying, so he pursed his lips and willed himself not to look at her. Luster and Flurry, in spite of being sadistically depraved, were mere lackeys compared to Cozy.
Instead of upsetting him, the comments only fanned the growing inferno of his lust. They’d seen through him, realizing he’d been parading about as a stud for most of his life, and he truly was thankful for them. He was finally free to embrace his shortcomings, to be his real self, though he couldn’t say how his life would change because of it.
Gritting his teeth and thrusting up at the toy, he was snatched back from the brink of release. He’d gotten close, so very, very close to cumming on several occasions, and yet they’d robbed him of a climax each and every time. Feeling as though he was about to go mad, having been edged for at least half an hour, he gazed at the pair with wild, barely-kept desire.
“P…please,” he sputtered, shaking from head to hoof, “I’m so-”
An incoherent scream and a spray of balmy nectar spraying over his face silenced him. With the full fury of an alicorn, Flurry screamed out in ecstasy and baptized him with her marish juices, though the distraction was a mixed blessing. The good news was that he’d gotten a once in a lifetime show - the bad news was that he was no closer to having a climax himself.
“S…sweet Celestia,” Flurry panted, visibly trembling, “what was amazing…”
Unsteadily pushing herself, she gradually unsheathed herself, rolled her hips forward, and sent the hot, slickened dildo flopping over his face. The feeling of the whetted toy against his lips, inadvertently giving him a taste of her nectar, was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Acting completely on impulse, he licked at the silicone length and earned a collected giggle from the mares.
Getting her hooves under herself, Flurry smirked down at him. “W…we should - Cough - let him fuck himself with it…”
“That’s - no,” Cozy cut herself off as a sinister grin crept across her muzzle. “Luster, grab the belt.”
Bitsy pay the unicorn any mind, too busy lavishing the sex-toy with his tongue, until the dildo was snatched away from him. Following the dong with his eyes, he turned his head and watched Luster affix the sculpted shaft to a harness over her groin. The remnants of his pride and common sense told him to resist, to tell them that there was no possible way he could take something so large, but he was amazed to find himself lifting and spreading his hind legs.
He had no way of knowing when his lower half had been freed, but he welcomed what they had to offer. To Tartarus with it - he’d been thrust down the rabbit hole and discovered a part of himself he didn’t know existed ~ what could it hurt to go a bit deeper. As Luster lubed up the toy, Flurry dipped her head and called upon her arcane might.
“This should make it slightly more enjoyable for you,” the alicorn whispered.
Luster stepped forward between his invitingly extended legs, kissed the tip of the toy to his winking hole, and smiled. “Hope you’re ready for us to make you a real mare…”
As he went to reply, to tell her to hurry up, Cozy stepped over his head, eased herself down, and sat squarely on his face. Having a succulent, sopping-wet marehood pressed against his lips destroyed him on an existential level and reduced him to little more than a desperate bitch in heat. Moaning into the pegasus’ cunt, he went rigid when his virginity was claimed.
Eating a young mare’s pussy while a second mare pushed his pucker to its limits was as close to heaven as he was going to get - or so he thought. The all too familiar sensation of the vibrating egg on his clit, presumably held by Flurry, sent him flying over the edge and into a sea of ecstasy. They’d only just begun, working in tandem to undo any trace of masculinity he had left, and he’d folded in an all but literal heartbeat.
The trio didn’t relent from his orgasm - if anything, seeing him blow his load intensified their effort to harry him. Luster slowly and steadily fucked his ass, Flurry used the toy against his minuscule package, and Cozy’s marehood enthusiastically winked around his tongue while he gradually lost himself. This isn’t what he wanted or what he’d come to the hotel for, but it was what he deserved.
His first climax was followed swiftly by a second, then a third and a forth until he lost count of the bouts of rapture. It shouldn’t have been possible for a stallion to cum so many times in rapid succession - luckily for him, he wasn’t a stallion. His only use was as a toy, a plaything or distraction for mares, and he clung to that irrefutable fact like a drowning pony to a life ring.
With his marble-sized balls having long since bled dry, his final few orgasms producing nothing but pre-cum, he eventually snapped from his blissful stupor when Cozy shuddered and gushed her nectar over his face and into his muzzle. He gulped down most of her juices, thought a large portion flowed over him and to the sheets under his head. The delighted squeals from Flurry and Luster, as well as having the dildo fully hilted in him with a final, unstoppable thrust, brought his amorous anguish to an end - at least it should have.
As Cozy dismounted, standing above him, she batted his pawing forehoof away. “You can clean me later, little sissy…”
“T…that was incredible,” Luster croaked, fitfully bucking her hips while caressing the noticeable bulge in his abdomen. “Remind me to breed you the next time I’m in town.”
“Next time?” Flurry tittered, stepping away from him. “I’m gonna fuck his ass tonight.”
“Mares,” Cozy tutted, causing the pair to look over at him, “we’re not going to do anything she doesn’t want us to do.” Lovingly running a hoof through his mane, she looked into his eyes. “So tell us what you want.”
His lungs burned, his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, and he honestly didn’t think he could walk - nevertheless, he found the courage to tell them what he wanted.
“M…more…”
