Rebel Without a Clop

Chapters

2. Where Evil Glurks
4. If We Nut Inside Each Other it Cancels Out, Right? (M/M)
5. Task Failed Successfully
6. Hot to Not Trot
7. Mare Butt November
8. The Great Sturbate
9. Long Live the Quean
10. We'll Get 'Em Next Time!
1. No *WHAT* November?
3. The Curious Case of the Bi-Curious Lesbians

2. Where Evil Glurks

Cheese Pie tentatively knocked on the door of the bedroom of his friend Pound Cake. All morning, it seemed like the many, many mares of Ponyville had been looking at him different. Mares who’d ruffled his curly mane and laughed at his pranks just last week, now seemed... hungry, somehow. He didn’t feel as if he was in any danger, but he wanted advice from an older stallion, and he couldn’t think of anypony better to ask than Pound.

The Pies and the Cakes had been family friends for years, with the Cake twins considering Lil’ Cheese as practically a younger brother. Although he was sure to be in for some teasing from Pound Cake once he confessed his worries, Cheese knew that the pegasus stallion would have helpful advice to offer on how to handle such vigorous attention from older mares.

Loud music could be heard from within the bedroom, but it ceased along with his knock. A few moments later Pumpkin Cake, Pound’s twin sister, opened the door and looked down at him, her smile slowly growing.

“Oh, h-hi, Pumpkin,” Lil’ Cheese stuttered as he smiled back, nervously.

Although the two Cake siblings still shared a bedroom, they couldn’t have been more different. Pound was a bright and cheerful pegasus jock who loved racing around Ponyville making deliveries for Sugarcube Corner. Pound’s unicorn sister was tall and quite intimidating, with her low voice, mane full of gel and black dye, dark eye makeup and the piercing in her lip. And there was something in that smile of hers, today... it was the same hunger he’d seen as he walked over here!

“Good morning, little bro...” she murmured playfully, and Lil’ Cheese began to quiver. Yes, Ms. Hooves, his next door neighbour, had stared at him just like this when she spied him leaving his house. Ms. Roseluck at the flower stand had called out to him with that same tone of voice, and even the elderly Mrs. Cake had bitten her lip and let out an “unf” watching him climb the stairs to her twins’ bedroom.

“Come on in,” Pumpkin continued. “I just rolled an epic joint, and I’d love to share it with somepony.”

“Oh, erm, I wanted to t-talk to Pound, actually.”

“Guy stuff, eh? Pound isn’t here right now, but I know all about guys. Come in, dude, don’t be shy.”

Pumpkin was 3 minutes younger than Pound, and as the youngest member of the Cake family, she had always loved having Lil’ Cheese around as somepony she could look down on. Yet her teasing couldn’t conceal that she really did care about her “Auntie Pinkie’s” young colt... no, he was a stallion now! Cheese Pie was small, and a bit effeminate, but those charming eyes and that handsome smile were making Pumpkin’s head spin. Not to mention the very potent scent she’d begun to detect between his hind legs! Eeyup, definitely a stallion!

Pound’s side of the bedroom was neat and tidy, whereas Pumpkin’s was an epic mess, with books of magic opened to their naughtiest spells, a candle covered shrine to Princess Luna, and the walls decorated with edgy punk posters from a trendy store in Manehattan known as Hot Clopic. Despite their age difference, Cheese had always been happy that Pound and Pumpkin let him hang out with them, but now he was painfully aware that he was alone with a mare in her bedroom.

Lil’ Cheese put a hoof to his nose. “What’s that smell?” he complained. “It smells like the brownies my mum won’t let me eat.”

“That’s the ponyweed, dude.” Pumpkin lit up her horn and ignited the joint with her magical aura. “You’re an adult now, take a puff. I bet it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt!”

Lil’ Cheese reluctantly took the large joint in his hoof as Pumpkin Cake continued her gentle teasing. “Say, what’s it like being all grown up? I bet you’ve got three marefriends already... unless your parents still won’t let you date!”

“Ugh, my parents!” Lil’ Cheese groaned. The young stallion took a tiny toke of the ponyweed and started to cough intensely as the smoke worked into his lungs.

“Hold it in, little bro,” Pumpkin advised. Lil’ Cheese did his best to keep the smoke in his mouth. Finally exhaling, he wiped his reddened eyes and resumed his griping about his parents. “T-they’re so embarrassing!” he groaned. “They’re always kissing, and doing things to each other when they think I’m not watching.”

Pumpkin’s eyes went wide and she felt a pleasant twinge between her hind legs. “Oooh, like what?”

“You name it! He sucks her, she sucks him... hoofjobs under the table... whipped cream and chocolate all over the house. I’ve seen it all! They even do butt stuff!”

“He puts it in her plot? It must be true love!” Pumpkin’s ponut clenched around the jewelled butt plug she’d gotten from her ex. She’d dropped him after he came in her mane without warning, but she kept the plug. “I wish I could find a stallion who’d kiss me tenderly while he smashed my asspussy,” she hinted.

“A-and now that I’m 18, Mum is pushing me to... you know... go out and meet mares.”

“Oh, but you’re finding that you’re not into mares?” Pumpkin asked, somewhat disappointed. Still, her brother would be an absolute fool to pass up this fine piece of ass...

“No, I like mares, a lot,” Cheese explained, “but... why do my parents have to be so pushy and nosy about it? I’m an adult! I should be able to live my own life! Why are they so obsessed with sex? It feels like I’m living inside of a bad clopfic!”

Pumpkin Cake frowned as she took the joint from Lil’ Cheese and puffed on it. Much as she longed to fulfill Pinkie Pie’s wish by claiming her young friend’s sweet cherry, Pumpkin felt bad for the little guy. She’d had her own rebellious phase, proclaiming to Sugarcube Corner’s customers that crêpes were better than cupcakes, or cutting her mane short and exclusively dating yak cows for a while.

When your parents were known for wholesome, delicious baked goods, teenaged rebellion was easy. When they were known for all out sex parties of unsurpassed kinkiness... not so much! But suddenly Pumpkin Cake stumbled upon an answer — an answer as close as the date on her “Goth Hunks” calendar!

“Hey, Cheese,” Pumpkin giggled, smoke whooshing out of her mouth as the idea struck her. “If you really want to stick it to your parents, you should do No Nut November! Show them you won’t be bossed around by your sex drive, the way they are.”

Lil’ Cheese accepted the joint from his friend and took another small puff, once again coughing fiercely. “No Nut November? What’s that?”

“You go the whole month without clopping off or cumming. Pound did it last year, his friends from Manehattan talked him into it. He almost made it, too.”

“He didn’t make it? W-what happened?” Though he didn’t like the pressure his parents were putting on him to be a “stud,” there wasn’t much Lil’ Cheese liked better than whacking his meatstick until it soiled a washrag. If he got to look at the special photograph his “Auntie Rarity” had gifted him for his 18th birthday... even better! To give up such pleasures for a whole month seemed nigh impossible, especially with the ponyweed he was smoking reaching deep into his balls and supercharging his libido. No wonder Pound Cake had fallen short!

Pumpkin put a hoof to her lips. “Hrm, I remember how it happened, Pound was working in the kitchen with your mum, and she started singing her ‘cupcakes’ song, and... twerking.”

“Oh, fuck, no...” Cheese moaned.

Pumpkin snickered at the younger stallion’s reaction to this saucy imagery. “Heh, where’d an old lady like her learn to twerk?”

Cheese Pie just shrugged as his mind filled with potent, magical smoke. Now was not a good time to recount the stories his mother had told about her battles with Equestria’s worst villains, but those many unwelcome memories plunged through his mind nonetheless...

“Easy peasy! I just turned around, shook my tush, and Sombra couldn’t look away — like usual! Then Rainbow Dash came in from the side and socked him good!”

“Wow, Discord, what a perv! He had me and Applejack bouncing our plots for him nonstop — he said fat, juicy earth pony jigglemeat was the only cure for his feather flu! But he was a good sport, he let me keep the stewardess outfit. Wanna see it?”

“What’s that, sweetie? Oh, Mama Pinkie’s got another cultural exchange coming up, so she’s practising the traditional folk dance of Yakyakistan! You put your left cheek in, you put your left cheek out...”

“You mean Pound was looking at her plot, and he... came, right in front of her?”

“Naw, Pinkie’s cool. She saw he was hard and she took care of him. He went ‘all the way around Equestria,’ if you know what I mean.”

“W-what?” Cheese moaned. “My mum and Pound... in the kitchen?”

“I can’t blame him.” Pumpkin Cake couldn’t help but lower one hoof and give a single firm press to her horny clit. “Even I can’t resist diving in whenever Pinkie drops a wink. I’m not super into mares, but wow, she really knows the right spots to lick!”

Lil’ Cheese put his hooves over his ears. “No... why?” It was bad enough knowing his mother had joyously screwed his father on every piece of furniture, in every room, in every building in Ponyville, but... to know that she’d done it with his friends as well?

Pumpkin smiled at her friend’s reaction. “Hey, it’s cool, little bro. Me and Pound would totally understand if you wanted to fuck our mother.”

“Ggg-huh?” The thought of Mrs. Cake’s huge, blue ass filled Lil’ Cheese’s mind with a fantasy more potent than any ponyweed smoke. In his mind, the well preserved earth pony who he regarded as practically a second mother looked back at him with an inviting expression, her plot wobbling right in his face as the kindly old mare leaned forward to pull a pie out of the oven. Dig in, little guy, her smile seemed to say. All of this “cake” is for you! Despite all his will power, he felt his cock begin to drop out of its sheath, and he exposed himself to his friend.

“Aww, nice,” Pumpkin smiled at the sight. “You’re lucky that ponyweed makes me horny. Now that you’re 18, I’d love to give you your very first blowjob. What do you say?”

What would any stallion say to a sloppy mouth hug from the hottest young goth babe in town? Cheese’s twitching sheath said yes, yes, YES!!! But his mind hadn’t completely lost the battle of control over his crotch, and he managed to squeak out: “B-but what about No Nut?”

“Oh, yeah...” Pumpkin savoured another hit of ponyweed as she mentally tried to switch from protecting her “little bro” to becoming another of his would-be corruptors. “I-it’s really important to start No Nut with empty balls,” she misleadingly explained. “Otherwise you’ll be horny all month!”

“That makes sense, but... I dunno, Pumpkin. I mean, we grew up together and everything.”

Pumpkin pushed the joint firmly into Lil’ Cheese’s mouth. “It’s not like we’re actually related,” she pointed out. “I’ve always thought you were cute. C’mon, show me what you’ve got, little guy.” Her hoof gently stroked against the growing shaft between the younger stallion’s legs. “I bet you’re less of a stallion down there than Pound is~”

As the smell of the ponyweed sent him ever further into a blissful mental state, as his dick continued to unsheath and swell, Lil’ Cheese could only stammer awkwardly and attempt to hide his meat with a hoof. For years, the petite stallion had been teased about his slight and slender frame. While his best friend Apple Slice grew into the powerful figure of his apple farming father, Cheese had taken after his own Dad, a gangling fellow who was nopony’s idea of a draft horse.

Even now, fully grown, Lil’ Cheese found himself still small and svelte, resembling a pegasus more than an earth pony. The only trace of his true ancestry was the embarrassingly plush and oversized plot he’d inherited from his mother. In high school, many a bully had teased Cheese for his “femcolt dumptruck,” and a few sincere stallions had even mistaken him for a mare, asking him out with hearts of love gleaming in their eyes!

Cheese was lucky that Apple Slice had always been there to step in and handle such situations. A simple glare or rumbled “Eenope” from Big Mac’s son always made the point, driving away bullies and unwanted suitors alike. But Apple Slice wasn’t here to protect Lil’ Cheese from the worst fate possible — a girl making fun of his dick!

“P-please don’t laugh,” he begged. “But will you tell me... if I’m small? One time I started getting hard in the locker room, and the guys all laughed and hit me with their towels!”

“Aww, baby, there’s no such thing as too small,” Pumpkin Cake assured. “In fact, if it’s as small and cute as you are, that’s just going to make me want to suck it even harder!”

But this promise was one that was destined not to be fulfilled! Pumpkin’s eyes were wide and her jaw dropped even wider as Lil’ Cheese fully unsheathed and the true scope of his not-so-lil’ endowment was revealed. That swelling, growing snake was so long, his medial ring was where the base of the cock would be on Pumpkin’s best hung coltfriend! And thick, too! The normal spell Pumpkin used to give magicjobs would hardly cover half of this monster!

“Oh... my... by the dark side of Luna’s moon! I can’t believe it!” Pumpkin frantically toked on the joint, trying to build up her courage to take on the beast her friend kept in his sheath!

“I knew it!” Lil’ Cheese weeped. “It’s a teeny-tiny micro-weenie!”

“Those guys weren’t making fun of you, dude...” Pumpkin assured, her throat raspy with smoke and lust. “They were jealous! This thing makes Pound look like a toothpick... You’ve got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen!”

Pumpkin hungrily guided Cheese to her bed, laying him on to his back and allowing his stupendous fuckpillar to rise and show off the full scope of its might. The mighty totem throbbed with power, a high calibre cum cannon that could reduce any mare (and about 10% of stallions) to a quivering puddle of submissive goop! It was thicker than Pumpkin’s hoof, and longer than her largest bong! And to think that this Princess worthy slab of dong had been right under Pumpkin’s nose the entire time! How had she never noticed what a stud Lil’ Cheese was growing up to be?

“Wow, if my mum could see this...” Pumpkin mused. “Sorry, you old nag, but this one’s all mine!” Drool flowed helplessly from Pumpkin’s mouth as she tried to understand how she would even start to worship this divine cock! A pulse of precum showed her the way, erupting like a volcano from the tip of Lil’ Cheese’s flare, then drooling over the wide, flat surface, coating every ridge like warm sugar icing being drizzled over a cake.

That single gush of fluid was as copious as a normal stallion’s entire ejaculation, and where many males’ emissions smelled like vinegar or bleach, Cheese’s pre offered the delightful scent of lemon blossoms to Pumpkin’s nose! She had to taste it! Sticking out her tongue, sparks and fireworks exploded in Pumpkin’s mind as her tongue felt the firmness of Lil’ Cheese’s fuckflesh and the indescribable flavour of his sweet and salty juices. Of the thousands of delicious treats Pinkie Pie had concocted throughout her life, her most delicious creation was the one she would never taste — Cheese Pie himself!

By the time Pumpkin had finished cleaning and polishing the mouthfilling head of Cheese’s prick, a second huge pulse of precum had pulsed forth, and Pumpkin Cake found that she simply couldn’t take her mouth off of this stupendous mare-feeder! The time for teasing and tasting was over... it was time for hungry fillies to swallow down their fat, meaty dinner!

Lil’ Cheese moaned wordlessly as Pumpkin opened her mouth as wide as it would go and managed to squeeze the spongy flesh of his flare into her maw. Sucking hungrily, working her tongue along the underside, snorting through her nose, and swallowing as if gulping down cold water after a strenuous Running of the Leaves, the devoted fellatrix slowly and patiently clogged her throat with her young friend’s cock. Inch by inch, with many a careful retreat and a deep breath, Pumpkin Cake shoved that dick down her gullet, sucking and slurping precum all the while!

“Glrrrk! GLAAARK! Glllk Glurk!”

It was quite a challenge, but Pumpkin Cake was determined to show her friend why she’d been known as the blowjob queen of Ponyville High! Sputtering and gagging all the way, she worked her throat all the way down the mighty shaft, until her black lipstick smudged at the very base of his trunk. For nearly a minute she held him there, letting her gag reflex gently massage his girth, enjoying the feeling of being full of meat. Mascara slowly ran down her muzzle, staining her fur with black. Finally Pumpkin lifted herself up off of Lil’ Cheese’s cock and grinned up at him, leaving his massive fifth leg throbbing and wet with spit from the back of her throat.

“H-how can you do that?” Lil’ Cheese’s vision was blurry from the tears of pleasure pouring down his cheeks. All of his body’s sensations seemed to be concentrated in the shaft between his legs. He’d never felt such ecstasy — he’d never dreamed that anything could feel this good!

Pumpkin just gave a naughty wink. “I was on the cheer squad, remember? I could deepthroat the whole hoofball team, and two of the cheerleaders! But none of them were as hung as you... my sexy little bro.” She gave him a teasing kiss on the flare, then pulled back to admire the lipstick rings and wet spit that coated the mighty shaft.

“Please, don’t stop, Pumpkin!” Lil’ Cheese begged. “I’ll do anything, just, please keep making me feel good!”

“Heh heh heh... anything?” Hearing her friend’s innocent pledge of submission, Pumpkin reached under her unkempt bed and pulled out a prop from the Nightmare Night costume she’d worn the previous night. A red velvet cape tossed around her withers swiftly gave her a resemblance to the once feared King Sombra. Her horn lit up briefly as she cast a spell, and the running mascara around her eyes faded, replaced by the flickering purple flames of dark magic!

“It is I, the demon Gumblebub!” Pumpkin intoned in a harsh and guttural voice. “Who has summoned me from the deepest realms of Tartarus?” She picked up the joint from its makeshift ashtray and drew a deep drag, then blew the fragrant smoke up and down the stiff “wizard’s staff” that throbbed before her.

“Erm, maybe it was me?” Cheese Pie stammered nervously. He’d always shivered with chills when his mother told him stories of her explorations into Tartarus. It sounded like a bad place... very bad! What had Pumpkin been doing, poking around in there?

“Mmm...” Pumpkin kissed one of Cheese’s bulging balls, licking and slurping at the smooth and hairless orb as she fruitlessly tried to fit it into her maw. “Each year, Gumblebub returns to Ponyville to begin her reign of blood,” she cackled. “Only a choice and delicious offering can appease her!”

“Y-you want an offering?” Lil’ Cheese asked. Was it up to him to save Ponyville from his demon possessed friend? “I—I have some candy in my saddlebag from last night, is that OK?”

“Candy?” The being within Pumpkin Cake chortled with evil delight. “Oh hoho! No, young colt, you misunderstand...you are this year’s offering!”

“M-me?”

The evil being in the form of a sexy goth unicorn kissed Lil’ Cheese’s unflagging erection, nibbling up the shaft like a batpony. “I find your stallionhood... acceptable,” she admitted. “Henceforth I, Gumblebub, shall be your dark mistress. Pleasures unknown will be yours, and then we shall complete the ritual, with a virgin sacrifice.”

Lil’ Cheese sobbed with terror. “No! Please! Don’t hurt me, Gumblebub! MOMMY!”

Pumpkin Cake waved her hooves frantically. “Dude! It’s me!” she quickly assured him. The last thing she needed was Pinkie Pie bursting into her bedroom in the middle of sexytimes because she thought her son was in danger! “We’re just playing. Alright?”

“Oh... OK, I get it now...” Lil’ Cheese muttered with embarrassment. This was only a roleplay, like the time he’d overheard his mother pretending to be Queen Chrysalis in the bedroom... or the time he’d heard Queen Chrysalis pretending to be his father in the kitchen! “Erm... please, dark mistress, take me as an offering, and spare Ponyville for another year!”

“Aaahhh...” Pumpkin offered Lil’ Cheese an evil smile, the magical flames of illusion still raging around her eyes. “I do prefer a willing sacrifice...” Again she lowered her head to the pillar of stallionhood before her, opening her demonic maw wide and taking it to the back of her throat... and beyond!

“GLAAACK! GLGGG! GLKLK!”

Cheese couldn’t believe that this was his foalhood friend standing on the floor before him, blowing him like a cheap slut, bobbing her head up and down on his dick in full, foot long thrusts. He lay back on her warm, scented bed, laying his head on her pillow, his pleasure mounting beyond anything he’d experienced with his own hoof. Meanwhile, “Gumblegub” reached back to her leaking cunt and furiously rubbed herself as a reward for every suck and swallow she managed to perform on the obscene member before her. For all her enthusiasm for No Nut November, Pumpkin Cake seemed to consider it as a “stallions only” affair!

“P-Pumpkin, I’m gonna shoot!” Cheese warned. Pumpkin Cake just clopped her pussy even faster, rising upwards on the stallion meat to work her lips and tongue around the sensitive flare of the biggest dick she’d ever sucked. Her hips hiked out as dribbles and squirts began to fling from her crotch, a sign that the two were about to cum together.

“Yesss, mortal...” Pumpkin groaned hungrily. “I shall become your dark mistress, your queen of the night... now CUM FOR ME!”

“Nnnggghhh!”

The first pump of Cheese Pie’s cumshot flew down Pumpkin Cake’s throat and utterly filled her stomach with a thick, cheesecake like liquid. She was left thankful that she’d refused (as usual) to come down stairs for breakfast with her family. The rich and comforting slut-feed of the young stallion beneath her was every bit as delicious as Cheese Sandwich’s hot and savoury loads. (That’s right, Pumpkin had banged both of Lil’ Cheese’s parents!) But there was far too much for one mare to handle — even a self proclaimed “queen of the night!” The cute little guy writhing happily in Pumpkin Cake’s bed was a one-colt bukkake machine!

The overwhelmed mare frantically eased herself up off her friend’s mighty meat, but his second pulse of nut was quick to follow the first, and thick sperm sprayed from Pumpkin Cake’s mouth and nose, making her gag and sputter. Coughing on goo as fiercely as Lil’ Cheese had on the ponyweed, Pumpkin released the young stallion’s huge flare from her mouth, letting it pump a third mighty jet straight up in the air like a solid beam of nut.

“A-are you OK?” Cheese asked with concern, kind and chivalrous even at the height of his passion. Pumpkin’s response was a simple wave of her hoof, a deep breath and a plunge of his cock back down her throat. The hungry goth gal captured Lil’ Cheese’s fourth wave of tasty sperm in her overflowing belly, even as his third spray halted in midair, nearly touching the bedroom ceiling, then descended to fall like a garland of silvery stars all around Pumpkin’s bobbing black mane.

Lil’ Cheese lay back on his friend’s bed and moaned as Pumpkin’s magic massaged his twitching balls and even nuzzled downwards to tickle his taint. Her fiercely clenching throat squeezed and swallowed, pulling out every drop of sperm he had to offer, her stomach determined to swell as much as it had to. Finally Pumpkin Cake burped up the vast, vascular shaft of cockmeat and bathed in Lil’ Cheese’s final sprays, eagerly licking her lips and rubbing the sperm into her muzzle like expensive skin lotion.

Lil’ Cheese caught his breath as his spent dick began to sheathe itself, and his eyes began to slowly close. He was so relaxed, and the pillow beneath his head was so very soft. The lemony smell of his sperm was so strong that it drowned out the stank of ponyweed that so irritated his throat, and the stale scent coming from Pound Cake’s stained and crinkly bedsheets across the room!

“Mmm,” Pumpkin moaned, surrounded and filled by thick and sticky ambrosia. Strings of cum sealed her eyelashes shut and dripped from her lips with every word she spoke to her brand new lover. “Was that good for you, baby? Your very first taste of what mares can do? What we all want to do, just for you?”

“Oh, Celestia... P-Pumpkin... that felt incredible,” Cheese confessed. “No wonder my parents are always sucking each other! Forget everything I said about sex being lame... I want to keep doing this forever!”

Pumpkin smirked. “Too bad, because that is the last time you’re going to cum for the next 30 days.”

Cheese’s drowsy eyes snapped open with distress. “What? B-but I never promised—”

“Tsk!” Pumpkin clicked her tongue sharply. “You’ve seen how Gumblebub rewards good colts. Now, do you want to see what happens to bad colts?” In an instant, her horn lit up with a terrifying aura of black and purple lightning.

Cheese quivered at the ominous glow of Pumpkin’s magic, and the threatening, yet arousing tone in the older mare’s voice. “N-no, Pumpkin,” he pleaded. “I promise, no cumming for the rest of November.”

“That’s right, baby.” Pumpkin gave a long, lingering, messy goodbye kiss to Cheese’s utterly confused and slowly sheathing meat. “Obey your dark mistress, and good things will happen to you. Just to show you I’m not a meanie, I’ll give you a little incentive: if you beat No Nut, I’ll let you put this monster in my plot.”

Cheese gasped. “H-how will it even fit?”

“Heh, heh... you let me worry about that, ‘little bro.’” Pumpkin Cake couldn’t help but spank her naughty clit at the thought of this huge cock pressing, pushing, stretching her ponut ever wider... “Now get out of here, or you’re going to fail No Nut as soon as you started!”

Cheese Pie reluctantly left the smoke and sperm filled room where Pumpkin Cake was even now frantically clopping, tempting him to go further than he dared. "No more of this..." the young stallion promised himself. "No more touching myself, not until December! No more looking at Rarity’s picture. No more thinking about Pumpkin’s plot, or Mrs. Cake’s, or Auntie Fluttershy’s, or Ms. Scootaloo’s, or Apple Sl—... eenope!

“I’m doing No Nut... starting right now!”

4. If We Nut Inside Each Other it Cancels Out, Right? (M/M)

Author's Note

Once again, this chapter is ✨INCREDIBLY GAY.✨ If that’s not your thing, no worries... just smash that Next link and move right along to the 5th chapter of Cheese Pie’s adventure.

If gay stuff is your thing... keep reading!

4. If We Nut Inside Each Other it Cancels Out, Right? (M/M)

In a darkened barn near the farmhouse at the centre of Sweet Apple Acres, two young stallions sat on bales of hay, gazing silently at each other. Lil’ Cheese and his best friend, Apple Slice, were known to spend hours and entire summers together, exploring Slice’s family farm and talking about life, and at first glance today seemed to be no different.

Under the benevolent reign of Twilight Sparkle, the two colts had been born into an Equestria quite different from the constantly threatened land of their parents. The world was safer and more peaceful than it had been 20 years ago, albeit sadly less exciting as well. As they came of age, their conversations had started to turn to that most adult topic, the mysteries of mares and the search for true love. Yet today, something seemed different between the two friends. Something had changed, subtly but definitely. An electricity could be felt in the air between them, the sort of tension normally only felt during Zap Apple season!

“Ya feelin’ OK, bro?” asked Apple Slice. He raised his hoof as if to put it around his friend’s wither, then seemed to change his mind, and held the quivering hoof firmly to his side. “Ya look a lil’ down.”

In truth Lil’ Cheese was feeling fine, and practically swimming in the clouds like a pegasus! The look upon his muzzle was merely one of exhaustion. Yet he realized he couldn’t confess what had just happened to him in the Cake twins’ bedroom. A gentlecolt had to protect a lady’s reputation — his father had taught him that! If word got around town that when Pumpkin Cake got high on ponyweed, she’d blow anything with a dick... this was hardly a secret, but it wasn‘t Cheese’s place to confirm the rumours!

“I-It’s nothing, I just got a big tongue lashing from Pumpkin. It really took a lot out of me.”

“Aw, yeah, girls suck,” Apple Slice agreed, smudging the dirt with his hoof.

“Y-you can say that again,” Lil’ Cheese nodded, thinking of Pumpkin’s dark lipstick, her powerful suction and the way her throat clenched on his bursting meat with irresistible force. “Hey, bro, erm, I just thought it would be cool to ask you... what if we did No Nut November together?” After much thought, Cheese had decided that suffering together with a friend was the only way to stop his hooves from going to his crotch, each and every time he was alone! And who better to help him out than the strong, powerful stallion who protected him from bullies at school?

“Oh... I heard bout that from Pound,” Apple Slice admitted. “It sounds like a fun challenge, but mah folks say it ain’t healthy fer a guy’s, well, apples, ta go so long without no relief.”

“That’s why you need to do No Nut with a true bro like me,” Lil’ Cheese pointed out. “We can watch out for each other and make sure we’re OK!”

“I reckon that makes sense.” Slice nodded. “Sides, I already ain’t clopped off fer two days, so I got a head start.”

“Huh? T-that’s not fair!” Cheese Pie objected. “We need to start at the same time!”

“Aw, shoot, how come?”

“C-cause we’re bros, duh! We need to both clop off right now, and cum at exactly the same time. Then, no more, for the rest of November!”

Apple Slice’s voice shook. “Ya want us ta clop off... t’gethah?”

“Sure! Don’t you trust me?”

“O’ course I do, Cheese, I’d trust ya with anythin’, it’s jes that I ain’t never... oh, golly!”

Although he’d just lost a massive load down Pumpkin Cake’s throat, Cheese Pie felt his dick dropping out of his sheath as he gazed at the shy, yet powerful stallion fidgeting next to him. His adorable sandy coloured mane drooped into his eyes, giving him a look of mystery even as he hemmed and hawed. Cheese had confessed to Pumpkin Cake that he’d once gotten hard in the locker room, but he didn’t say why he’d gotten hard — Apple Slice had been soaping up in the shower!

There was something about the shy, yet incredibly strong stallion that made Lil’ Cheese just want to take control and be his... well, his something! With the ponyweed still swirling in his mind, Cheese tentatively touched his own stiffening dick with a hoof, showing off to his friend, and hoping his offer would be returned by a peek at what Apple Slice kept in his sheath.

“Oh mah gosh! Yer... yer real big, Cheese.” Apple Slice’s own erection swiftly blazed into stiffness at the sight of Lil’ Cheese’s growing endowment. He cautiously followed his friend, stroking his cock gently with the frog of a hoof. Though Slice’s height and powerful muscles may have hinted otherwise (not to mention the reputation of his well endowed father), his stallionhood was only about 5 inches long, perhaps even a bit smaller. Yet Lil’ Cheese couldn’t take his eyes off that smooth, petite shaft with its delicate veins, as wholesome and scrumptious as a freshly baked hoof-pie!

“Yours is so cute, Slice...” He stuttered. “I-I mean, it’s good! It’s a good size. It’s not small!” Indeed, that flared head was the perfect size to fit in Lil’ Cheese’s mouth... and the glistening liquid that flowed continuously from his friend’s weeping cockslit would be the perfect reward for putting it in there!

“It’s alright, Cheese, I know what I got an’ what I ain’t.” The sandy maned earth pony blushed and slowly moved his hoof toward Cheese’s dick. “But I always wanted ta feel close ta a big one, at least. Kin I... is it OK if I touch yers?”

“Erm, I guess...” Cheese’s heart began to pound as he imagined how Apple Slice’s spongy flare would feel against the frog of his own hoof. “We’re already touching a dick, so it wouldn’t make any difference if we touched each other’s...”

“Yeah, it ain’t gay at all...” Apple Slice assured, his muzzle slowly opening as he found it irresistibly drawn to his friend’s.

“No way, we’re just bros!” Lil’ Cheese found himself falling into Apple Slice’s big, green eyes as he felt the touch of powerful hooves gently stroking his dick as if welcoming it home. Cheese’s lips met with his friend’s opened mouth and he quickly reached out to stroke the larger stallion’s smaller cock, desperate to make his friend feel as good as he felt. “Bros can kiss...” he whispered, his mind frantically working to justify what happening inside him. “B-but only if they’re best bros!”

“Best bros...” Apple Slice’s tongue shyly and curiously began to explore his friend’s mouth. So much passion and energy was poured into the kiss that Lil’ Cheese hardly even remembered that this was his first. For years he’d been dreaming of this romantic moment, yet he’d never imagined that such bliss was as close as his best friend!

“Y-you know, it’s OK to be gay,” Lil’ Cheese offered. “It wouldn’t change our friendship, we’d still be bros.”

“I ain’t gay, Lil’ Cheese,” Apple Slice insisted, somewhat dubiously. “I like mares, honest I do, it’s just... I just like ya more!”

“I... I feel the same way,” Cheese confessed. “You make my heart beat so fast, it’s like our lips were made for each other. Slice, I’m sorry, but... you make my dick hard! So hard it feels like it’s going to explode!”

“I know, Cheese.” Apple Slice moaned as he rubbed both front hooves up and down the length of his friend’s cock. “I kin feel it gainst me, like the trunk o’ a mighty apple tree. It’s so strong an’ powerful, jes like you.”

Cheese pushed his tongue into his friend’s mouth as he returned the kiss. “No, Slice, you’re the powerful one, always protecting me. You make me feel safe.”

“Aww, Cheese, bein’ with ya feels all comfy like, like bein’ at home when it‘s rainin’ outside. I wouldn’t mind if...” Apple Slice awkwardly cleared his throat as his friend’s prodigious cock finally extended to its full length and prodded him on the chin. “W-what if I sucked on it? Ya know, as a joke?”

“I’d... I’d have to suck yours...” Cheese moaned. “Otherwise it’s not fair.”

“Y-ya should get on yer back an’ let me take care o’ ya.” Apple Slice could barely think straight... or do anything straight, for that matter. He wanted that cock inside him so badly! “Eeyup, good ol’ Apple family hospitality. Ain‘t nothin’ Dad or Applejack ain’t done a million times.”

In an instant, Lil’ Cheese lay down on the dirty floor of the barn, heedless of the dirt that rubbed into his fur. Apple Slice eagerly whinnied and snorted as he rubbed his nose around the proud pillar of fuckmeat that stood into the air, reaching towards the hayloft above. Cheese shuddered with pleasure, yet he knew one special ingredient was missing before he could feel truly fulfilled with his friend.

“Please, let me suck yours, too!” the tiny femcolt begged.

“But yer so much bigger than me... I feel ashamed to even show you mah dick!”

“You’re the perfect size, Apple Slice!” Cheese Pie assured. “I-I’d be scared if you were bigger! You’re really brave to... oooh, Apple!” Apple Slice’s mouth spread wide around the flare of Lil’ Cheese’s cock, even as his own shaft brushed against Cheese’s lips, leaking a warm and most delicious mixture that his friend licked up eagerly. The two stallions eagerly went to work on each other, each indulging his most secretive fantasies on his best friend’s cock.

Hidden up in the hayloft, Rainbow Dash ground her teeth as her bucking hips rode the rough rhythm of her furiously rubbing hoof. In her wings she held a pair of binoculars, her vision of the spicy sight beneath her shaking to and fro as the experienced clopper brought herself to yet another climax.

“Oooh, yeah, suck it down, you little earth pony sluts...” Dash muttered to herself. “Ohmygosh, ohmygosh! Why is it so hot to watch cute boys in love?”

Suddenly a hoof yanked the blue pegasus away from the edge of the hayloft, and Rainbow Dash found herself face to face with the furious muzzle of her wife. “An’ what the hay do ya think yer doin’?” Applejack growled.

“J-just watching some hot young guys choke down each others’ beefsticks!”

“Fer one thing, ya ever heard o’ privacy? An’ fer another, that’s yer doggone nephew down there!”

“Not by blood!” Rainbow Dash protested.

“By blood? By blood? Yer lame excuses got me seein’ blood!”

“W-wait! I wasn’t even looking at Apple Slice! I was looking at... erm, the other guy! You know, what’s his name? Pinkie’s kid!”

“Can’t say as I care fer yer peepin’, regardless,” Applejack simmered, “but that’s a bit different. In fact, I may take a look mahself.” Rainbow Dash hoofed over the binoculars, and Applejack put them to her eyes, her tail suddenly flagging as the sight beneath them came into view. “Holy mother o’ apples! That kid’s got a sea serpent tween his legs!”

“I-I know, right? Can you even imagine how that would feel inside us?”

“I ain’t no size queen like you, Dash, but I must admit, that sweet young gentlecolt o’ Pinkie’s has always moistened mah snatch...” Applejack’s happy voice trailed off as she found herself cringing beneath her wife’s deathly glare. “I mean ta say, he’s done that fer exactly one week, startin’ on his 18th birthday.”

“That’s better,” Rainbow Dash grumbled. “Wait, aren’t you and Lil’ Cheese cousins? Why are you riding my ass about perving on Apple Slice?”

“Ya wish I was ridin’ yer ass!” Applejack snapped. “It’s yer turn ta ride mah ass tonight, an I’m so horny from watchin’ these two cuties explore each other’s firm young bodies, I may just call it in early!”

Down on the barn floor, Apple Slice gasped for breath as he forced himself to come up for breath, leaving 6 inches of Lil’ Cheese’s mighty cock covered with his saliva. It was a hearty effort, but the stallion knew he had a lot of work to do if he wanted to prove himself the eager little throat-slut his friend deserved!

Apple Slice’s parents had taught him to stick to a task, and he was determined not to quit until he felt that shaft tickling his stomach, and Lil’ Cheese’s huge yellow balls kissing him tenderly on the lips. His best bro’s eager slurping upon his own happy cock only served to urge him onward until both stallions finished in sloppy sprays of young cum! Apple Slice plunged his muzzle back down on Lil’ Cheese’s monster cock, eager to feed that juicy flare all the way down into his stomach.

Just gotta get this here flare past the back o’ mah throat, he thought. If I kin swaller the flare, I kin get the rest down... then Cheese will know I’m his best bro fer sure!

Meanwhile, in the heights of the hayloft, Rainbow Dash was being her usual scheming self. “How about this, AJ,” she proposed. “We know Lil’ Cheese likes girls, too. He was staring at Fluttershy’s teats all night at his birthday party. Let’s give him the old one-two treatment, and we can get him to ride both of our asses.”

Applejack had to concede that her wife had a point. “That there’s some good thinkin’, Dash,” she admitted. “Mebbe we could even get that cutie to join our stable! Now, we don’t wanna see no trouble with Pinkie, so here’s what we do...”

“Mmm!” Lil’ Cheese groaned with pleasure as Apple Slice’s inexperienced throat clenched against the huge flare of his cock like a tight, eager pussy — or at least, what Cheese imagined a pussy would feel like! Though Slice was nowhere near the experienced stud-drainer that Pumpkin Cake was, the excitement of being in a 69 with his best bro had Cheese on the very verge. He was about to desecrate the holy tradition of No Nut November, for the second time in only an hour!

But Cheese didn’t want this to stop — he needed to cum again! To taste the solidity of Apple Slice’s powerful (if undersized) cock throbbing in his own mouth filled Lil’ Cheese’s soul with a pure and wholesome magic that had to be repaid! Tenderly stroking those virile, outsized balls with a hoof, inhaling great breaths of apple scented musk every time he tried to get a little oxygen, feeling the weight of those powerful hips slowly and involuntarily thrusting against his lips... it was a whole new set of sensations to go along with the shallow and sloppy (yet still exquisite!) fellatio Apple Slice was giving him.

Lil’ Cheese tried to cry out, warning Apple Slice of the flood to come... or rather, cum... but all he could manage to do was moan deeply around the firm, smooth stallion flesh that filled his mouth! Meanwhile, with Cheese’s huge flare battering against the back of his throat, Apple Slice simply had to issue his own moan in response. Hearing that the muffled sounds around his dick were sounds of pleasure, Slice didn’t let up, he just kept on sucking and trying to deepthroat his friend’s cock, while humping into Cheese’s mouth with slowly gathering force. Thus Slice was quite unprepared — but not displeased — when Lil’ Cheese came in his mouth with the force of a tsunami!

“MMMMMM!” moaned Cheese, his lips vibrating along Apple Slice’s shaft. Cumming with a bro was just the best!

“GLLLLUCK!” Slice gagged as the fat, bursting head of Lil’ Cheese’s cock swelled even larger and began to unload down his throat.

Lil Cheese’s second load of the day was just as copious as the first. His balls were so eager to finally be sharing their creamy goodness with others, that there seemed no limit to how much tasty goo the party planners’ apprentice could put out! Much of his load spilled onto the floor of the barn, yet enough of it made its way across Apple Slice’s tongue and down his throat to make the powerful young earth pony realize that he wanted MORE! Apple Slice slurped and he sucked — and then he found his own cock spurting to match his friend’s!

The Apple family were notorious for their stamina, in and out of bed, and Apple Slice had always found it a tiresome task to reach climax when clopping off his small stallionhood. The noise from his hourslong masturbation sessions had lead to more than one silent and embarrassing family breakfast the morning after. Yet all it took today was one taste of that hot, creamy, sweet and salty cum from his very best bro. Slice’s balls throbbed and his shaft twitched inside Lil’ Cheese’s mouth, and he repaid the waves of copious seed that filled his mouth with his own hearty meal of fresh squeezed stallion juice.

In a life full of taste tests and spoons shoved into his mouth, Apple Slice’s cum was the best thing Lil’ Cheese had ever tasted! Made from a healthy diet and clean country living, churned in those beautiful balls for two full days, warmed to the perfect temperature, and now served up fresh, through a strong and perfect cock! Cheese didn’t want a single drop of this am-bro-sia to go to waste! Yet he, too, found himself without the experience needed to keep Slice’s sperm from spraying out of his mouth and leaking down his lips, covering his muzzle entirely with creamy goodness.

For years, at the annual Ponyville town picnic, the Apples and the Pies had competed to bring wagons full of the most delicious baked goods. Two rival families had fed the public until bellies bulged, buttons popped and yawning ponies sought the shade of a napping tree. Many a time Lil’ Cheese had gorged himself on countless piles of Sugar Belle’s fritters, and Apple Slice had been right beside him, hoovering up Pinkie Pie cupcakes by the baker’s dozen to fill the teenaged void in his stomach. Now, the two stallions discovered that they could join in the family tradition, directly feeding each other the most satisfying meal each had ever had: thick, sweet and oh so full of friendship and love.

“Aw, Cheese, aw, Cheese,” Apple Slice groaned as the shudders of his mind blowing climax slowly faded. He turned about and lay atop Lil’ Cheese with a happy grin on his face, his belly full to bursting, rubbing his satisfied sheath against his friend’s slowly shrinking shaft, and sharing their mixed cum with another tender kiss. “I never thought mah bro could be so good ta me.”

“That was so cool, Slice,” Lil’ Cheese murmured, his tongue touching against his friend’s, mixing together their two delicious flavours of sperm. “I can’t wait until... you know, the end of the month.”

“Yeah, that’s all this was, a right good start ta No Nut. Don’t mean nothin’ more.” Slice held his friend tight in his powerful hooves as their sperm sharing kisses grew ever hungrier. The two stallions still couldn’t get enough of each other! “We’ll get through it t’gethah,” he promised.

“Together...” Lil’ Cheese wished these sloppy kisses would never end, but he knew that staying so close to his friend’s firm, muscular body would swiftly arouse him for the day’s third round of wonderful, exciting lovemaking. He broke free of Apple Slice’s embrace and looked about for a towel or rag he might clean up with.

“Naw, don’t go, please!” Apple Slice whimpered, so needy and submissive that Lil’ Cheese could hardly believe this was the tough stallion who fought off bullies and chased down apple thieves. Slice desperately lifted his hooves towards his friend, beckoning him to rejoin the embrace. “I... I need ya, Cheese. I need yer strength if I’m gonna make it through the month.”

Lil’ Cheese paused, remembering the oh so enticing incentive Pumpkin Cake had given him to complete No Nut November. Perhaps a promise like this would give his friend will power!

“I-it’s OK, Slice,” he promised. “We’ll be No Nut strong together, and if we make it the whole month, I’ll... I’ll let you put it in my plot.”

Cheese almost gasped as the words escaped his mouth. What would his parents think, their precious “stud” taking it up the ass from another stallion? Yet the promise felt so right! Sadly, it had the opposite effect of the one Cheese desired, as the powerful farmcolt lying on the ground found his modest length swiftly unsheathing and swelling once again with youthful energy.

“I-I’d love ta put it in right now, Cheese... if ya’d have me, that is.” Apple Slice trembled on shaking hooves, his sensitive nose sniffing at Lil’ Cheese’s tush sweat with utmost desire. He could only imagine how good it would feel to have that soft, cushy plot pressing against his thighs, his stallionhood buried deep in the guts of his best friend in all of Equestria!

“Maybe just... maybe just once,” Lil’ Cheese confessed. The strength and love he felt coming from Apple Slice seemed to make meaningless every barrier society might raise to true, intimate brohood. Cheese lowered his head to the barn floor, lifting up his well cushioned rump for the use of his strong, shy friend. “Then we’ll both be ready for No Nut, and we’ll be best bros forever.”

“Best bros forever...” Apple Slice smiled dreamily even as he lowered his muzzle to kiss Lil’ Cheese’s soft and precious buns. “I like the sound o’ that.” He left one tender kiss on the left flank, then one on the right, and finally pushed his muzzle between the pillowy cheeks for a very special kiss, right in the middle.

High above, Applejack and Rainbow Dash looked on, two hooves clopping heavily, two sets of lips pressed together firmly, and two sets of eyes showing nothing but highly aroused approval. It seemed that in the near future the Apples and the Pies were destined to become closer than ever before...

5. Task Failed Successfully

Cheese Pie opened his colourfully painted front door and limped back into his foalhood home, already feeling the pain of regret building deep within his balls. Despite his many adventures this day, the thought of the long, dry month ahead seemed to make his sheath twitch with desperate need. And to make matters worse, his mother was here, denying him privacy by rushing around as if she were late for one of her never ending parties!

“Hey, Cheezy,” Pinkie stuttered, trying to hide her expression of utter worry and distress. “Mama Pinkie needs to gallop to the station and catch the train to Canterlot. Equestria is in BIG TROUBLE, and I’ve got to talk to your Auntie Twilight. You remember Twilight, right? She sent you that nice birthday card!”

“Mom! Geeze! I remember the ruler of Equestria, duh!” Lil’ Cheese thanked the stars that his mother hadn’t looked inside that birthday card, and read the filthy invitation written within! Before today he’d been secretly contemplating his own trip to Canterlot to collect on the royal offer... but now he saw that Twilight Sparkle was just one of the countless females who regarded him as nothing but a stallion shaped toy manufactured for her own use. He’d show her, and all such greedy mares... with the power of No Nut!

Pinkie Pie hurriedly tossed a dozen cupcakes into her saddlebag, then pushed a large party cannon up her butt. “Your Dad’s not going to be home til late,” she cautioned her son as she worked the bag over her wither. “If you need anything, just sproing over to next door, and Ms. Hooves will take care of you.”

“Yeah, I just bet she will,” Lil’ Cheese muttered.

Even with the horrible hunger in her belly, the cannon up her ass and everything she had on her mind, such a tone from her normally cheerful son made Pinkie stop in her tracks. “Hey!” she snapped. “Don’t talk like that. Derpy is a nice lady.”

Lil’ Cheese scowled. “Derpy’s a slut.”

“Cheesicherrychanga Diane Pie!” Pinkie glared sternly, with the full power of a mother’s anger in her voice. “Are you slut shaming? Not in this house, Mister!”

“Shut up, Mom,” the young stallion grumbled.

Pinkie gasped loudly at this utter insolence. “Cheezy, baby, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you have to go on a date,” she begged her son. “You’re getting all pent up and frustrated — just like your Dad was, when I was preggers with you and I could only give him 2/3 of my holes!”

Lil’ Cheese winced as yet another unwanted fact about his conception was forced into his brain. “I’m frustrated because you won’t LEAVE ME ALONE!” he yelled.

Pinkie’s mouth dropped open. Lil’ Cheese had always been such a sweet and polite colt, that with this sudden change in his attitude she didn’t know what to do! Just then her ear twitched and she gave a sniff to the air. The aroma of her son’s sex musk and dried cum wasn’t noticeable over the intense smell left over from last night’s orgy, but something else had caught her nose, and it represented a protective mother’s worst fear!

“H-hey, what’s going on, little guy?” Pinkie asked in a worried tone. “Is something wrong? You smell like ponyweed!”

“I’m not a ‘little guy!’” Cheese insisted with a stamp of his dainty hoof. “I’m a grown stallion! If I want to try ponyweed, or do No Nut November, that’s none of your business!”

Pinkie gasped. “No Nut November? My own son? Baby, it’s not safe! Your Dad needs to get off 5 or 6 times a day! Your balls will explode!”

“Pound did No Nut last year and his balls didn’t explode!”

“Well, erm, I ‘helped’ Pound last year... in a way I can’t help you. Y-you get what I’m saying, Cheezy?” Pinkie’s awkward expression became a sweet smile as she remembered those huge gushes of pent up sperm pouring into her grateful body. “Oh, gosh, that horny cutie bounced my cake like he’d never seen a mare before!”

“Stop it!” Lil’ Cheese yelled. “I’m doing No Nut, I’m not going to discuss it, and I’m sick of you pushing me to be a perverted slut like you are! Just LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Pinkie’s lip quivered and she flung open her front door, hoping that her son wouldn’t see her cry as she left. “Whaaah, boo hoo hooo!” the distressed mother weeped as she galloped through her party garden towards the street, tears gushing from her eyes. “Oh, hey, Applejack, hey, Rainbow Dash,” she commented as she saw her two friends hiding in the bushes. “Waaah!” she continued.

“Pinkie, what’s wrong?” Applejack called out. But Pinkie Pie was long gone in a cloud of dust, racing towards Ponyville’s train station in a desperate effort to save her family.

“There’s no time to lose!” Pinkie resolved herself moments later as her hooves pounded on the wooden boards of the train platform. She tossed a coin to the conductor and leaped onto the Friendship Express just as the train pulled out of the station. “This goes all the way to the top... and the bottom, and the switch!” she mused. “I have to get Twilight to cancel No Nut November, or I’ll starve, and Lil’ Cheese will stay a bratty little virgin... forever!”

Back at the Pie family home, the echo of the slamming front door hadn’t even faded before Lil’ Cheese began to feel bad... really bad! He’d lashed out, and even yelled at his mother! He was a bad son! Cheese wanted nothing more but to rush out, catch up to Pinkie Pie at the train station and apologize. He’d lose himself in one of her wonderful bear hugs, and hear her tell him that she loved him more than anything, and that he was the most precious treasure in all of Equestria. No matter how dangerous the peril might be, Lil’ Cheese knew his sweet, kind mommy would fight and prank and wisecrack until everything was made safe and perfect for her son again.

But Cheese wasn’t a colt anymore! Though she’d once saved Equestria over and over, Pinkie Pie couldn’t fight this battle for her son. This was something he had to do for himself, to prove that he wasn’t like her!

Lil’ Cheese took a deep breath and drew himself up on all fours. He was a strong, powerful, masculine stallion, not a weak little mama’s colt. Even though he’d already lost two loads just this morning, Lil’ Cheese was determined to see himself through the rest of November without a single drop of sperm being spilled from his already aching balls. Then his parents would acknowledge that he was truly grown up!

Cheese started to climb up the stairs to his bedroom, then remembered the forbidden picture of Rarity he’d hidden beneath his pillow. That delicately lifted tail, those glistening lips, and most of all that arrogant cum-hither stare... he was starting to unsheath just thinking about it! There was no way he’d be able to resist being in the same room as that photograph! No, to survive November, Lil’ Cheese needed to spend most of the month outside, and in the midst of crowds of other ponies. After all, even the hungriest of Ponyville’s MILFs rarely devoured their conquests in public.

Thus resolved, Cheese opened the front door and prepared to follow his mother into the outdoors. Yet his plans to find Pound Cake and hang out with him were immediately shattered. Lil’ Cheese gulped as he beheld Applejack and Rainbow Dash, the toughest and most aggressive of his many “aunties,” standing at the door and seemingly just about to knock.

“Oh, howdy, Pinkie Pie — eh? What’s this? Pinkie Pie ain’t at home?” Applejack spoke haltingly and unconvincingly, looking over Lil’ Cheese with an air of appraisal. “Hrm, what are ya doin’ here, lil’ guy? A stallion like ya oughter be out bouncin’ from bed ta bed.”

“I live here,” Lil’ Cheese mumbled.

“Whoa, that’s super lame, dude,” Rainbow Dash scoffed. “You’re 18 and you’re still living with your parents?”

“But m-my parents are cool...” Lil’ Cheese stated defensively. He’d never admit this to them, but he loved his mother and father more than anything... even if they could be total overbearing dorks!

“Them? Cool? Give me a break!” Dash squawked. “OK, yeah, Pinkie’s alright, I guess... and Cheese Sandwich is pretty awesome, actually. B-but you know who’s even cooler? Who’s 20% cooler?” The egotistical pegasus fluttered in Lil’ Cheese’s face, grinning like a maniac.

Cheese scratched his head. “Huh? 20% cooler? What does that mean?”

“C’mon, dude, that’s my catchphrase!” Rainbow Dash pointed to herself with both wingtips as Applejack rolled her eyes. “I’m 20% cooler!”

“I’ve never heard that before,” Lil’ Cheese stated bluntly.

“Whaaa? Of course you have, I’m the queen of catchphrases! You know, like ‘10 seconds flat,’ or ‘I want to cum inside Rainbow Dash!’”

“Wait... what?”

“Oh, heh heh.” Rainbow Dash awkwardly put a hoof to the back of her neck. “That was Ponyville’s tourist slogan, back in the day. Yep, I was real busy that summer.”

“Settin’ aside the question o’ how many guys wanna cum, or have cum, inside mah wife,” Applejack sighed, “it’s time ya thought bout gettin’ yer own place. Sooner or later, ya need ta get out from under yer parents’ hoof, an’ live yer own life. Now, back on the farm we got a few friendly fellers in the stab—erm, guest quarters, an’ we thought ya might like ta join ’em.”

“Oh... there’s other guys at Sweet Apple Acres, besides Big Mac and Apple Slice?” Life on that sleepy apple farm hardly sounded like Lil’ Cheese’s idea of a fun party, but this would certainly keep him far away from the fat plotted temptations of Ponyville. And with other stallions to hang out with, perhaps they could all do No Nut together! “Are they your farmhooves?”

“Well, in a manner o’ speakin’,” Applejack explained hastily, as Rainbow Dash began to cough loudly with embarrassment. “They make sure everythin’s running smooth, all the joints is oiled an’ whatnot.”

“Yeah, they unclog our pipes,” Rainbow Dash added. “Service our machinery. Plow our fields. Stuff like that.”

Applejack placed a loving hoof around her wife’s wither. “Me an’ Dash ain’t as young as we used ta be, so we don’t need too many helpers no more. Jes’ 5 or 6 big, strong stallions will do the trick.”

“Wouldn’t you need more help as you get older?” asked Cheese.

“Naw, that ain’t how this works.” The older earth pony put a hoof on Lil’ Cheese’s wither, feeling up his scrawny muscles. “Dash, we gotta give this one some field work ta bulk him up, but he’s a Pie, and that means stamina.”

“W-wait!” Lil’ Cheese pulled away from the possessive hoof of the tough yet sexy Element of Honesty. “I didn’t agree to go live on your farm!” Geeze, these two were just as pushy as his mother!

“You don’t have to live there,” Rainbow Dash assured. She excitedly held up a photograph to Lil’ Cheese’s eyes. “Just treat it as a place to crash. We just stopped by to let you know that this awesome room is yours, no strings attached!”

“Jes like us,” Applejack muttered.

“Think of it as a late birthday present! Yeah! This is your very first bachelor pad. You can go in and out... and in and out... whenever you want!”

“That’s right,” Applejack agreed, “we been doin’ this fer years and ain’t had no complaints yet. We provide everythin’ a young stallion might want: access ta Dash’s private gym, plenty o’ them newfangled vidyagames, good country cookin’, an’ a nice soft bed ta sleep in at night.”

Lil’ Cheese took the photograph from Dash’s wing and looked it over dubiously, slowly warming to the fully stocked stallion-cave his mother’s friends were offering him. The walls were plastered with Wonderbolt posters showing Rainbow Dash in revealing poses, and Lil’ Cheese’s eyes went wide as he saw that “his” room was generously filled with luxuries his parents had told him were too expensive: a record player, the latest model of Neighstation, a long box full of comics, a shelf of O&O figurines, and his very own mini fridge! And yet...

“Erm, where’s the ‘nice soft bed?’” he asked. For the picture showed no such thing!

“This is going great, he wants to see the bed already!” Rainbow Dash gushed.

“The bed’s in the main house, lil’ friend,” Applejack stated with a smile. “That’s where ya’ll be sleepin’... among other things.”

“We’ll probably only need you two or three times a day,” Dash offered optimistically. “So you’ll have plenty of time to ‘hang out’ with Apple Slice!”

Applejack nodded. “Only thing we ask is, if mah sister an’ them doggone Crusaders o’ hers come pokin’ their muzzles round, ya gotta give ’em a big eenope. Don’t want no dried out husks in our stable, no sir!”

Rainbow Dash moved her muzzle uncomfortably close to Lil’ Cheese’s and sniffed the sweat pouring down his neck. “What do you say, big guy?” she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. “Are you ready to make the best decision of your 18 year old life?”

Lil’ Cheese gulped, uncertain about the very strange vibe of this conversation. He’d known his mother’s friends for years, meeting them at birthday parties, Nightmare Night parties, Hearths Warming parties, “just because” parties... Lately he’d begun to see them as sexy and desirable, but he’d always kept such shameful thoughts secret. Could it possibly be that felt the same way about an awkward colt like him, a colt they’d known since he was a tiny foal in diapers?

“Erm... sorry if this sounds out of line, Mrs. Dash, Mrs. Applejack,” he stammered out, “but... i-is this a sex thing?”

“Well, butter mah buns an’ then lick off the butter!” Applejack declared. “O’ course it’s a sex thing! What made ya think it weren’t?”

“Cause you were talking about pipes, and plowing fields and stuff,” Lil’ Cheese explained.

“That there’s sexy talk!” Applejack declared. “Ain’t ya never heard no double-entendres before?”

Lil’ Cheese pondered this. “Is that like when my dad says ‘I’m going to fill you full of cream tonight, Pinkie!’ and then she says ‘Nah, that’s a waste of good cream! You should shoot my womb full of cum instead, you hunky stud!’”

“Hrm, wow... Pinkie Pie never was about the subtlety,” Rainbow Dash mused. “But, yeah, dude. We’re talking about you fucking us with your enormous cock.” The mature pegasus abruptly blushed. “I-I mean, it’s probably enormous! I’ve never seen it and I wasn’t spying on you in the barn. But you’ve got to be huge, right?

“Erm, I guess... a girl told me it was big,” Lil’ Cheese admitted, trying not to boast or violate Pumpkin Cake’s privacy.

“A girl, eh?” Applejack raised an eyebrow. “Heh, heh... sure ‘she’ did.” She nudged her wife with a hoof. “C’mon, Dash, we’ve teased ’im long enough. Let’s show ‘im what’s on the menu.” The two mature mares turned and slowly, teasingly raised their tails before the speechless teenager.

In high school, Lil’ Cheese had listened wide eyed as the older guys bragged about how they planned to conquer Ponyville’s hungry MILFs... only for such boasts to be replaced by sleepy eyed exhaustion shortly after their 18th birthdays. Now came Cheese’s turn to view the sights that had tamed so many stallions before him. As if this were something they did every day, Applejack and Rainbow Dash were casually presenting him with any guy’s ultimate dream — two hot, fresh pussies to enjoy at once!

What flimsy No Nut promise could withstand this sweetly scented offer? Lil Cheese’s dick dropped out of his sheath and stiffened so quickly, he nearly fainted as the blood rushed from his head. The choice was clear: suffer 30 days of constantly teased agony just to have a shot at Pumpkin Cake’s plot... or enjoy a sexy, juicy threeway right now!

The stiff dick that had been making decisions for Lil’ Cheese all day instantly cast a vote for immediate relief, yet fortunately the stallion himself still had some mental control over the situation! Mind over matter! he thought to himself. Instant gratification was nothing but an illusion, one that his ever horny parents were always chasing. Cheese knew that mares would feel the strength and patience that flowed from a true No Nut champion, and that respect would surely follow!

With a fierce clench of his teeth, Lil’ Cheese pushed away the most tempting dish he’d ever been served. “Erm, you’re both really hot, but I-I can’t, I’m sorry, cause I’m doing No Nut November.” Cheese cast his gaze upwards from the two lowering tails as the two mares turned to face him again. He expected to find the same anger and dismay he’d seen on his mother’s muzzle, yet saw nothing but confusion.

“Eh?” asked Applejack. “No nuts? Ya’ll allergic er somethin’?”

“No Nut means I’m not going to cum for the whole month. Not even once!”

Rainbow Dash snickered behind a hoof as Lil’ Cheese laid out the promise he’d already broken, his fuckspire stiff as a board and ready to shatter the oath once more.

“I can’t see how that’s none o’ our concern,” Applejack scoffed.

“Yeah, we can have fun together, and if you’d rather not cum, you don’t have to! Will power, dude, am I right?”

“B-but the whole point is—” Lil’ Cheese practically whined.

“This is real simple, guy,” Applejack explained. “Let’s say ya can last fer 5 minutes in the sack. Jes’ fuck us fer 4 minutes, an’ then stop fer a while. No nut, no problem.”

“I-I guess that makes sense,” Cheese admitted. He didn’t want to disappoint his mother’s friends, after all! This was only the first day of November, and he’d already tainted it by cumming... more than once, in fact. This was a much better plan. He’d get all the sex out of his system today, and then abstain the first day in December, to make up!

With a chuckle, Applejack presented her juicy hindquarters once again. Lil’ Cheese wet his dry lips with his tongue and leaned into the steamy, tempting sight. Even an inexperienced guy like him knew that mares liked to have their pussies licked, and he didn’t want to disappoint!

“Nuh-uh,” Rainbow Dash stated sternly, swooping in and pushing Cheese Pie’s muzzle away from her wife’s dripping and fragrant lips, before he could so much as taste the apple scented banquet. “I take care of that myself.”

Lil’ Cheese stuttered, his generosity had been surprisingly rejected. “But, I just wanted to make her feel good...”

“That’s what your cock is for!” Rainbow Dash explained.

“An’ what a cock...” Applejack muttered, looking back at the stiff staff of stallionhood that she longed to penetrate her.

“Your lame virgin tongue isn’t allowed anywhere near our pussies,” Rainbow Dash snickered dismissively. “Total waste of time. If you want to know how to go down on a mare, Cheerilee will be happy to teach you... heh, or you can watch me, and learn.”

With that, Rainbow Dash rested her head possessively upon Applejack’s huge, firm rump. She gently peeled her wife’s pussy lips cheeks open with her front hooves, allowing the winking clit to protrude and the heavenly hole to drool sticky maresap. With a slow lick Rainbow Dash took a long taste of what she was denying Lil’ Cheese: starting from the very bottom of Applejack’s juicy teardrop, wiggling up her taint, and finishing with a deep swirl around her well used ponut. Captivated by the delicious sight, Cheese simply had to let out a moan of desperation... a moan that was echoed by the highly aroused and orally teased Applejack!

“Let’s get one thing straight,” Dash whispered to Cheese. “You’re not part of our relationship, and we’re not your marefriends. When you’re with us, you’re a sex toy, and you do what we say. Got it?”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” Cheese nodded. He was willing to go along with anything that meant he could finally bury his cock in a real live pussy!

“Alright, I knew you were a good kid.” Rainbow Dash slapped Applejack’s firm, muscular plot. “Now, fuck my wife, stud.”

Lil’ Cheese nodded obediently. He reared up and let his slender front hooves drop onto Applejack’s powerful withers. His cock twitched, and bounced against his barrel with a loud slapping sound...

...he instinctively moved his hips to just the right spot...

...he felt the tender touch of soft and slick labia upon his eager flare...

...and he RAMMED his cock inside!

Thus it was that 12 hours into No Nut November, Cheesicherrychanga Diane Pie officially lost his virginity. With a cry of joy he plunged his stiffness deep, deep, deep into Applejack’s buttery smooth twat. Cheese grinned with pride, for he was truly a stallion now, and nopony could say otherwise! And very few (well, not THAT few) were the stallions who could say they’d lost their cherries to the one and only Applejack!

Applejack’s muscles clenched around him, stroking fiercely, giving Cheese his welcome into adulthood. Thrust after thrust, inch after inch, the wet, the tight, and the heat of Applejack’s cunt consumed more and more of his eager cock. The pleasure was simply unbelievable! Pound Cake was right after all — older mares really were the best! And if those mares happened to be earth ponies with huge asses... WOW!

“Whoa, Dash,” Applejack moaned as Lil’ Cheese’s thick and vein wrapped prod sank deeper and deeper into her belly. “Whoa, Dash... this boy is thick. He is huge.”

“I know, isn’t it awesome!” Rainbow Dash gently kissed each inch of Lil’ Cheese’s cock as he slowly plunged into her wife’s eager depths.

“Oh mah gosh... I love it, Dashie!” Applejack’s strong, firm body seemed to loosen and melt underneath Lil’ Cheese’s much smaller, feminine form. She didn’t seem so tough and intimidating now... she seemed like a frisky mare who’d found the cock she wanted to worship!

“Heh, who’s the size queen in this relationship again?” Dash cackled.

Cheese’s breath came out in a loud, shallow panting as he finally sheathed himself, his cock buried deeper inside a mare than he’d ever dreamed was possible. “Alright, that’s real fine,” Applejack moaned. “Now you just do what cums natural, Lil’ Cheese. Back an’ forth. Don’t be afraid ta go hard, I ain’t no delicate china doll.”

Cheese nodded, yet as he began to cautiously thrust in and out of the heavenly velvet he’d found himself buried in, he felt a wet nose nuzzle his testicles, and then the tingling feel of Rainbow Dash’s wet and experienced mouth on his nuts. That tongue that brought Applejack her nightly pleasures was now being brought to bear on him! “W-what’s going on?” he yelped.

“Just a little massage,” Rainbow Dash explained. “A horny guy like you must be feeling a big ache in your balls after going so long without cumming, right?”

“Y-yeah...” Lil’ Cheese admitted. Whether from his scant hour of abstinence, or the incredible orgasms he’d already enjoyed, he’d found that his balls were tense and throbbing like never before!

“Take it from a Wonderbolt: when a muscle is sore, nothing beats a massage. But a stallion’s balls are real sensitive, so tongue massage is the only way!”

“Oh, that makes sense, I guess...” Lil’ Cheese tried to pull back and thrust into Applejack again, but every inch of cock he slid out of that tight, gripping pussy just wiped his balls down Rainbow Dash’s tongue, and drove him to higher heights of pleasure. Though he thought he’d be able to hold out in Applejack’s pussy for at least a respectable few minutes, this epic nutsucking had him already approaching the verge of another orgasm!

No cumming! Lil’ Cheese thought to himself. Nocummingnocummingnocumming! He tried to hold still and take a breath to recover, but his hips rolled forward involuntarily, Applejack moaned again, and utmost ecstasy spiked through the young stallion’s brain! If he hadn’t already cum twice that day, he would have lost it, right then and there!

Lil’ Cheese tried to think unsexy thoughts to calm himself down, but there wasn’t an unsexy thought to be had! The poor guy had been born into a peaceful land devoted to pleasure and ruled by a beautiful princess whose lovers were countless! He’d been raised by Equestria’s two greatest champions of lovemaking, and grown up surrounded by doting, sensual mares! There was simply no escaping this cozy realm of savage lust! Whether he fled to Griffonstone, the Dragonlands, Seaquestria, even a changeling hive or the once sinister Everfree Forest, Cheese Pie was certain to bump into countless friendly females, each eager to claim his femcolt body and gigantic cock for their very own!

Just one more thrust, he decided, and then he would slowly pull out and take a break. Applejack would understand... right? He pumped himself into the mare who’d just claimed his virginity, and her hole squelched around him, pulling, stroking his meat. Rainbow Dash slurped on his balls as if they were large, delicious salt licks. The feeling was perfect... beautiful... He couldn’t stop! Yet he had to, or he’d lose everything!

A feeling of calm power descended upon Lil’ Cheese’s mind. He could do this! Just one more thrust, and then he’d stop. Lil’ Cheese renewed his mental promise, then bucked his hips gently, trying to ride the very edge of orgasm. His balls popped out of Rainbow Dash’s eagerly sucking mouth and knocked against Applejack’s winking clit. The cowpony’s whinny of pleasure rocketed up into the rafters, where it disturbed a leftover Nightmare Night balloon. The tension in Lil’ Cheese’s cock surged, then ebbed, like the flow of an orgasmic tide backed by an ocean of teenaged desire.

Just one more thrust, and then no more! He had to make this one count! He pulled out as far as he could, took a deep breath and SLAMMED his dick up Applejack’s thirsty, oozing cunt. Their crotches slapped together, the meeting of an utterly inexperienced stallion and a mare who’d taken hundreds of cocks over the years... though very few this large!

Lil’ Cheese came so close to cumming... yet barely managed to hold off by forcing his eyes shut painfully. He finally found that fabled ‘unsexy thought’ — the idea of his mother cheering him on as he flooded her friend’s womb with sperm! She’d probably say something utterly cringe like “Make me a grandma!” just as he started shooting!

The thought of such complete humiliation kept Cheese’s balls just below the boiling point, and though his shaft gave one single twitch and fired a hefty volume of hot liquid into Applejack’s accepting depths, it was pure precum, without a single swimmer to be found inside. Though he now navigated the thinnest of ice, Cheese Pie’s sacred No Nut pledge was still intact... for now.

Yet now Lil’ Cheese realized with a gasp that he was trapped in Applejack’s pussy — trapped like a fly in sweetest honey! If he tried to pull out, he’d start cumming before he even got half of his cock out. If he stayed where he was, the firm clenching and rippling of this well practised cunt would bring him off as well... more slowly, but just as surely.

“C’mon, just like that, lil’ guy,” Applejack encouraged him, shaking her butt in a way that drove Cheese Pie right back to the point of no return. “That was the first good pump ya gave me. Keep jostlin’ these ol’ bones, an’ you’ll make me cum fer sure.”

“But I... I have to take a break,” Lil’ Cheese pleaded. “I-if I keep going, I’ll lose it!”

Applejack snorted. “Cheese, I known ya since ya were born, an’ I know ya ain’t no quitter. Quit yer pussyfootin’ an’ start yer pussyfuckin’.”

Lil’ Cheese took a deep breath. He knew that if he really tried, he could give Applejack one more thrust without cumming. He forced his teeth together...

...he shut his eyes and pictured his father and Mr. Cake walking in on him and Pumpkin...

...he pulled his cock the slightest bit from Applejack’s snug, welcoming, unrelenting sheath...

...and he felt his balls give one final twitch as he was pushed over the edge into the strongest orgasm he’d ever had!

“UNNNGH!” Gush after gush of thick and filling sperm poured forth from Cheese’s cock into the sucking cunt of the mare who’d once changed his diapers. Knowing that he’d already failed, he bucked his hips frantically, slamming his cock in and out of Applejack, just the way she wanted it, hoping to please her as the earth pony mare’s stomach bloated with each huge pump of virile femcolt seed. The feeling was incredible! One single cum lubed thrust into apple-vag felt better than all the clopping he’d ever done! Lil’ Cheese was so high and happy it felt like his heart had moved to Cloudsdale... and then it all came crashing back down to Equestria.

“Waaah... I tried so hard...” he weeped into Applejack’s mane as a horrible post nut clarity dawned. “I ruined it... I failed No Nut...” Lil’ Cheese sadly realized that this time there was no excuse he could use and no do-over he could claim. He hadn’t lost to a glimpse of a sexy lingerie catalogue that showed up in the mail on the 30th... he’d chosen to put his dick inside a mare’s pussy on the very first day of November! This was the worst possible betrayal of No Nut ideals!

“’Salright,” Applejack whispered comfortingly. “Hey, don’t cry. No cryin’ allowed.” She shlorped her pussy off Lil’ Cheese’s softening yet still enormous dick, and hugged the former virgin gently. Her attitude seemed no longer that of the aggressive MILF, but the more familiar tone of his mother’s somewhat uptight friend. “Listen, Cheese, ya got no reason ta feel bad. Ya made me feel great, and ya know I always speak the honest truth.”

“B-but you didn’t cum...” Cheese groaned. He was so disappointed at loosing his load in a scant few thrusts, so fearful he’d never be the mare pleasing “stud” his parents continuously demanded that he become. “I failed No Nut, and the girl didn’t even cum...”

“Well, duh!” Rainbow Dash yelled. “That was your first time! Having a huge dick doesn’t mean squat til you learn how to use it! You’re always going to lose to pussy, unless you stallion up and start training! And I’m going to be your coach!”

“That’s right, Lil’ Cheese,” Applejack smiled and kissed the dejected stallion on the cheek. “Sex ain’t so tough, ya just need practice. We’ll keep goin’ til ya can satisfy both o’ us without losin’ none o’ that oh so precious ‘nut.’ Heh, there won’t be no stoppin’ ya then!

Lil’ Cheese’s drained erection had barely made it down to the half chub stage, when it began to stiffen again at the thought of more sex... and the training that was promised with it! Could it be true that he could have it all? That he could grow his stamina til he might please endless lines of mares, while still respecting the holy No Nut traditions? If anypony knew the secrets of such sexual power, it would be the Elements of Harmony!

“C-could I do Rainbow Dash this time?” he asked eagerly, his cock twitching with fresh need.

Both mares chuckled, as they heard the once reluctant colt now practically begging to be corrupted! “Hrm, maybe...” Rainbow Dash teased Pinkie’s young son. “But if you want to fuck me, you have to say my catchphrase. Nothing turns me on more than a cute guy saying my catchphrase.”

“Huh? You mean ‘20% cooler?’”

Dash facehoofed. “No, dude, the sexy one!”

With the fiercest of blushes and an adorable stammer, Lil’ Cheese confessed his ultimate truth: “I-I want to cum inside Rainbow Dash!”

That very same Rainbow Dash embraced her friend’s son and lovingly kissed him, wrapping her strong wings tenderly around his slender body. “That’s awesome, little guy,” she whispered, “because I want Cheese Pie to cum in me.”

“Heh, looks like ya finally found a ‘Pie’ ya don’t mind eatin’ up,” Applejack chuckled.

His cock steel-hard once more, Lil’ Cheese began to hungrily hump himself against Rainbow Dash’s small, firm teats. How many times was he destined to cum, on just the first day of November? Once both these dominant mares were satisfied, did he dare ask to be allowed to abstain for the remainder of the month? Or would they simply hoof him over to his former teacher Cheerilee for a 30 day course in cunnilingus, then resume abusing his cock as the first morning of December dawned?

What in Twilight’s name had he gotten himself into?

6. Hot to Not Trot

The conductor of the Friendship Express walked up and down the aisles of the busy train car, calling out: “Canterlot Central Station! Last stop! Everypony has to get off!”

“I’m... unnnghhh... working on it!” Pinkie Pie squealed. The mature mare had made instant friends with the young pegasus gal sitting next to her on the train, and the two hotties had spent the entire journey from Ponyville vigorously scissoring on the now fluid soaked seat. A double dildo slammed up each of their butts with each powerful bounce of Pinkie’s plot against the pegasus’ more compact rump. The noisy rectal rodeo continued until both mares gushed sticky fluid all over each others’ cunt lips, one last time. Pinkie hugged and kissed the younger mare to celebrate another horny job well done!

“Thanks, Mrs. Pie!” the pegasus moaned quietly, sighing happily in the older mare’s embrace. “Us girls have to stick together if we’re going to make it through November!”

Pinkie giggled at the sticky mess of marecum that connected the two mare’s thighs and labia with strings of goop. “Wow, we really are stuck together...” she mused. With great difficulty, Pinkie worked her butt hole off of the big, pink dildo her new friend had shyly offered to share, her pussy slurping loudly as she tugged her messy lips away from the pegasus’ similarly gooey cunt.

Pinkie lowered her head and kissed the head of the fake cock that had just popped out of her well opened ass, savouring the tangy taste of her own bum. “I can see you’re a fan of my husband!” she giggled, using a hoof to smack the very familiar shape of the flare that had just been deep up her butt.

“Oh... is it that obvious?” the other mare blushed. She worked her teeny tiny pega-plot off of the other end of the big dildo, where an identical copy of Cheese Sandwich’s perfect dick could be found. Cheese’s shape was one of the most famous in Equestria, as he used it as the model for many of his adult pranks and “gag gifts.” There must be thousands of mares, not to mention other creatures, whose holes had been resized to fit that trademark flare and extra thick medial ring!

“No need to feel shy!” the pink MILF assured the younger mare. “I love this weenie so much, I married it! Say, the next time you’re in Ponyville, stop by our house for a DP from Cheese Sandwich and our son! Lil’ Cheese is legal now, and his ding-dong is HUGE! 13 inches at least!”

“Oh my gosh...” The petite pegasus’ wings, which had been drooping, quickly stiffened again with arousal. “I’ve never even heard of a dick that big... he’d rip me apart!”

“Don’t you fret, we’ll make it fit!” With a passionate kiss on the lips (the top ones) Pinkie left her brand new friend to recover from her climax and sproinged off the train, headed towards Canterlot Castle.

As Pinkie pranced up the main boulevard, her bountiful body bouncing in every direction with each and every leap, she soon found her Pinkie Sense running haywire with premonitions of penile problems galore. It seemed that Canterlot was simply full of stewing, pent up stallions committed to abstinence — and frustrated mares who hadn’t been consulted on this important issue, and were already feeling its negative effects on their quivering pussies! Here was all the cum Pinkie hadn’t been drinking from the Chalice of Life, still swimming about in thousands of untended, musky horse balls!

Stallions who would have once cheerfully mounted Equestria’s horniest hotwife, favouring her with a direct injection of their seed, now forced their gazes away from Pinkie’s huge wobbledonk and fat, nurseable teats. Guys who only yesterday would have given anything just to clop off on one of Pinkie’s cutie marks now crossed the street with their hooves pressed frantically against their sheaths. Pinkie Pie, once the most desired mare in all the land (well, 3rd or 4th most desired, if she was being honest) was now seen as unworthy even of being a male’s cum target!

“Heya, Joe!” Pinkie waved cheerfully at her Canterlot baked goods distributor as she passed his bustling shop. “I’ve got a big, fat ‘donut’ for ya! Pink and steamy, and I made the hole extra big, just the way you like it!”

“Erm... maybe later, Pinkie!” Pony Joe fled into his shop and barred the door, then slid open the takeout window to continue the conversation. “Why don’t we put something down for the 1st of December? I’m free just after midnight!”

“Grr...” Pinkie grumbled and hopped on by with her head held high. She’d saved Equestria countless times, and this was to be her reward? Surrounded by horny stallions yet not dicked into a cock-coma? Not acceptable!

Inside Canterlot Castle, the yummy studs of the Royal Guard stood to attention awkwardly, unaccustomed to such heavy weights of genetic liquid dragging down their unemptied nuts. Sneaking up to the throne room, Pinkie placed her ear against the door and heard the sound of raised voices.

Uh-oh! Flurry Heart was arguing fiercely with Twilight. There was a good ol’ friendship problem happening right here, and Pinkie Pie was ready to rush to the rescue! With a dramatic flare and a party cannon’s worth of confetti, she burst into the throne room and cried out “SURPRISE!”

“Not now, Pinkie!” the two Princesses shouted in unison.

“Aww, why so gloomy?” Pinkie frowned. “Are your royal holes missing out on dong cause of that dumb No Nut November thing?”

“H-how did you know?” asked Flurry Heart. “Wait, don’t tell me that Uncle Cheese is doing No Nut?”

Pinkie laughed at the very thought. “Naaah, he’d never do that... if he knows what’s good for him! He banged me twice this morning!” Pinkie turned and pulled a fleshy cheek away from her hindquarters, exposing her fragrant and leaking holes. “I’ve still got some of his cum up my plot, if you need a little taste! It’s all the way up there, though! You’re really going to have to dig in!”

Flurry Heart winced. “Oh my gosh, Auntie Pinkie, that’s so gross! This is the highest throne room in Equestria, not one of your picnics full of filthy peasants!”

“Erm, y-yes, Pinkie, quite inappropriate.” Twilight Sparkle bit her lip as her hungry eyes surveyed Pinkie’s skullcrushing ass and recently widened bunghole, leaking the merest leftover dribble of Cheese Sandwich’s crave worthy sperm. “I’ll be slurping—I mean, scolding you in private, once I decide how to handle this vexing No Nut issue.”

“I don’t get it, Twilight,” Pinkie prattled, removing her hoof from her plot cheek, letting it swing free and slap against its twin sister with the force of an earthquake. “Why’d you come up with No Nut November, anyways? Is it supposed to teach us that we shouldn’t rely on cum from stallions? That the real cum was inside us the whole time? Cause that makes NO sense!”

“I didn’t come up with it.” Twilight shook her head angrily. “No Nut November is not a legally recognized holiday in any way.”

“No wonder it was missing from my calendar of fun! It’s fake and it sucks!” Pinkie dropped her detective hat onto her head and frowned seriously. “Don’t worry, Twilight,” she promised as she paced up and down, leaking juices upon the royal carpet. “I’ll get to the bottom of this bummer, and get those stallion cocks right back up our bottoms and our bums! Hrm, now, who could be behind such a sinister plot to neglect our plots?”

“It’s not a secret, Pinkie. Chancellor Neighsay is the one promoting No Nut November. It’s part of his campaign for male chastity and continence.”

“Ooh, chastity, kinky!” Pinkie thought back to the time she’d experimented with locking Cheese’s dick up in a cute pink cage... an experiment that had lasted 10 whole minutes before she’d needed him out for an emergency surprise party behind her uvula! “No wonder Neighsay is so grumpy all the time! Who’s his keyholder?”

“He’s not in chastity. He’s just...” Twilight sighed. “...Cranky and annoying.”

“Aww! Well, make him stop cranking and annoying us!”

“I can’t. I may be the Princess, but I’m not a dictator. Chancellor Neighsay has a right to free speech.”

“What about my right to free jizz?”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “That is not a thing.”

“Aw, nuts... are what I’m here to drain!” Pinkie tapped her chin thoughtfully with a hoof. “Hey, how come I never heard of Chancellor Neighsay pushing these bogus shenanigans in Ponyville?”

“I wish I hadn’t heard about it,” Twilight grumbled. “Neighsay’s speeches are all anypony has been talking about here in Canterlot.”

“And they’re broadcast on the radio, all around Equestria!” Flurry Heart added.

“Huh? Radio?” Pinkie scratched her head. “You mean that big tower thingie that Derpy keeps knocking over?”

“Damnit, that explains SO MUCH...” Twilight muttered. She caught her breath and muttered. “One thing at a time, Twilight... I’m sorry, Pinkie, but my hooves are tied, and not in a kinky way. Stallions have a right to their own bodies, and a choice to abstain from sex is part of that. I can’t order everypony to start masturbating again just so you can get your cum fix.”

“Hrm, maybe not... but you can order the Royal Guards to pull a train on my throat!” Pinkie bounced away cheerfully. “I’m off to the barracks, Twilight! See ya!”

“Pinkie, stop!” Twilight stamped a royal hoof, and Pinkie suspended herself in mid-sproing, turning to look at her friend before dropping to the ground.

“Y-yeah?”

“You’re being selfish and greedy! Yes, I could use the Royal Guard to solve this problem for you, me, and a few others, but that wouldn’t do anything for the rest of my subjects. If you truly believe that No Nut November is wrong, then you should confront Chancellor Neighsay and make an argument for the male orgasm. Go on his radio show and talk some sense into him. That way you’d get all the guys in Equestria to stop depriving their lovers of fat, veiny horse dick... oh, gosh... rammed into every hole... call me a slut and make me clean you off...”

“Let’s give Twilight some time alone,” Flurry Heart suggested. The young Princess guided Pinkie out of the throne room, even as Twilight started whimpering and tugging on her teats with her magic.

“Yeah, good idea!” Pinkie agreed. “She’s really out of it today! I better give Chancellor Neighsay a piece of my mind, or she’ll get so airheaded she’ll forget to raise the moon! Then it’ll be daytime all the time, and I’ll have to cancel my sold out series of stargazing/facesitting parties!”

“If anypony can change Neighsay’s mind, it’s you, Pinkie!” Flurry Heart’s lovely face was full of optimism. “Now, you said that nopony in Ponyville has heard of No Nut November before?”

“I’m not sure... my husband knew about it, and I think some of the younger stallions have been talking about ‘not the nuts.’” Pinkie mused. She thought Button Mash had been begging Spoiled Milk to stop playing ping pong with his cute little colt-marbles, but maybe he was actually excited for an upcoming month of abstinence!

“Y-young stallions, you say?” Flurry Heart cozied up to Pinkie, breathing heavily, her magic forcefully pressing on her clit and keeping it from winking out. “Tell me, is Ponyville where all the barely legal studs have been hiding?”

“Hahaha, sure, my son’s got LOTS of guys his own age to hang out with! Button Mash, Apple Slice, Pound Cake, Spike and Rarity’s weird kid...” Pinkie laughed playfully at the memory of all those fine, handsome males, then blushed a deep pink as she remembered the way they all looked at her! “Geeze, but who knows what he gets up to with those friends of his?” Pinkie’s expression slowly darkened and she snarled. “Say, maybe that’s why he hasn’t been pounding mares all day with his 14 inch weenie! His friends are a bad influence!”

“F-fourteen inches?” Flurry Heart nearly fainted.

“Not a millimetre less!” Pinkie lied cheerfully.

That settled it! Flurry Heart put a wing around her family’s longtime friend. “Pinkie Pie, I’m going to Ponyville to check on your son. You don’t need to worry, I’ll make sure he’s OK, and not corrupted by all this No Nut November nonsense!”

Pinkie smiled broadly, knowing that her son was safe in the care of Equestria’s youngest royal. “Thanks, Flurry Heart! I always knew you’d make a good Princess, even if you were an accident!”

“Wait... what?”

Pinkie slapped her hoof over her muzzle. “Nothing! Nothing!” she frantically claimed. But the princess whose very birth she couldn’t keep a secret was already teleporting away, heedless of the older mare’s flub.

After what she’d just heard about the young and virile attractions of Ponyville, Flurry Heart couldn’t get to that lame hayseed town fast enough! From the Crystal Empire to Canterlot, Chancellor Neighsay’s fiendish blue balling was sweeping Equestria like a cold shower. The gorgeous young princess, accustomed to having any dick she wished to sample, was most frustrated at being denied. A town where No Nut November was unheard of sounded like a paradise to the perpetually horny mare!

“Golly, 14 inches...” she muttered as the bright flash of her teleportation magic faded away and the cheerful sights of small town Ponyville came into her view. Even if Mrs. Pie was exaggerating a bit, it had been far too long since Flurry Heart had indulged in a truly huge slutstuffer. Flurry’s mother Cadance had chided the young princess over and over again for her “preferences,” repeating that love and kindness were more important in a husband than length and girth... yet the whole time, that royal hypocrite was married to the biggest, fattest daddy-dong in all Equestria!

“Finally!” Flurry mused, “a hung guy I can take home to Mum and Dad! Yeah, there’s no way they’ll say no to Mr. Element of Laughter, Junior!” Yes, Cheese Pie was about to have the honour of becoming Flurry Heart’s very first royal consort... whether he wanted to or not!

7. Mare Butt November

“H-H-holy FUCK!” Rainbow Dash screamed as her womb was inundated by a cuntful of fresh, young sperm. Cheese Pie howled into the air like a timberwolf and thrust his hips frantically as yet another orgasm overtook him. Dash felt a twinge in her loins as her menopausal ovaries tried desperately to eject eggs into the onrush of alpha quality foal batter, unknowing that the time for such a possibility had long passed.

The fitness obsessed pegasus had no interest in actually bearing a foal, and had long since donated all of her ova to unfortunate mares who were less awesome than her. (Which was all of them.) Such an extreme form of birth control had done nothing to dull the yearnings of her creampie-loving body, which still craved that life giving juice like none other. Yet so many hundreds of stallions had cum inside Rainbow Dash, that by now only the most worship worthy of males could trigger such an extreme biological reaction in the famous thrill seeker. The one and only son of Pinkie Pie was, of course, such a masterful specimen!

Lil’ Cheese, that oblivious stud, weeped and petulantly pounded his hooves against the taut ass cheeks he’d once dreamed about being allowed to touch, just once. He’d been so close to making Rainbow Dash cum, and then he’d loosed his forbidden November load... yet again! “Whyyy?” he whined. He involuntarily pumped his hips back and forth in long thrusts, sizzling his medial ring against the throbbing bulb of Dash’s clit, then broaching her womb with the hoof sized flare of his spurting cunt-plow. “Why is it so haaard?”

“Hey, dude, you’re doing great,” Dash assured the young stallion, clopping at supersonic speed even as the rush of his sperm began to bloat her stomach. “Stop whining! You’re killing the mood!”

“B-but you still didn’t cum...”

“Yeah, but you were hitting all the right spots.” Dash grunted and tried to savour the feeling of this intense, flooding creampie. She could have cum just from this, if her lover hadn’t decided to become a needy little foal right at his moment of climax! “Y-you just have to hold out until the Dash revs up to top speed!”

All at once Pinkie Pie’s voice boomed throughout the house with a deafening “YAY!” All three ponies jumped and whinnied with alarm at the unwelcome return of the lady of the house. “M-mommy?” Lil’ Cheese yelped, his dick instantly shrivelling and popping out of Rainbow Dash’s welcoming cunt, denying her access to its many satisfying inches.

“Aw, damnit,” Applejack muttered, wiping sweat from her forehead. “Tain’t really her, it’s that ding-dang ding-dong doorbell o’ hers. Gives me the jumps every time!”

“I-I’ll get it,” Lil’ Cheese offered. Going downstairs would be the perfect opportunity to flee the house he’d once considered a sanctuary — a home now taken over by ravenous, hard bodied MILFs!

“Naw, I’ll do it, bud,” Applejack volunteered. “Ya best focus on gettin’ that monster stiff agin. I ain’t got none o’ that Pinkie Sense, but I reckon whoever it is might be after the same thing me an’ Dash came here for...” With that ominous prediction, Applejack left Lil’ Cheese’s bedroom and trotted down the stairs, whistling a cheerful tune even as her cunt winked around the cumload she was still keeping warm.

“That was fun, kid.” Rainbow Dash smiled at the young stallion, rubbing her bulging tummy. “Now, what’s it going to take to get you out of your sheath again? How about I break out my special limited edition, high speed, high suction Wonderblowjob?”

“Erm... maybe?” After seemingly endless rounds of sex, Lil’ Cheese was starting to feel a bit sleepy... not to mention apprehensive! Despite his best efforts, it seemed as if each of his erections soon led to a messy desecration of No Nut November and the promise he’d made to Pumpkin Cake. It would be so much easier to simply be less horny... if these gorgeous ladies would ever allow him a moment’s peace!

“Maybe? Psssht, stop being lame, dude. My fans all love the Wonderblowjob... and you’re definitely my biggest fan!” With a powerful yet gentle wing, Rainbow Dash lifted Lil’ Cheese up onto his bed and rolled him onto his back, smiling down on the foal she’d helped Pinkie raise.

The young stallion looked upwards at the grinning, mature pegasus who sought to devour him. “I-I mean, yeah, I’ve fantasized about being with you, so many times, but I don’t know if...”

“Starting to feel it, eh?” Rainbow Dash smirked. “Even an 18 year old can’t get it up forever. Well, that just means it’s time for us to start playing with your cute little boy-plot.”

“B-but I’ve never done that before...” Lil’ Cheese blushed as the fib passed his lips.

“Heh heh, sure you haven’t. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. One ticket to Butt Stuff City, coming right up!” Cackling with glee, Rainbow Dash probed a hoof tenderly between the young stallion’s plump buns and began to feel for his sensitive bitch-button, sucking on his cum smeared sheath as she did.

Meanwhile, in the party room downstairs, Applejack pulled open Pinkie Pie’s front door to see two smiling bimboes standing on the cum splattered welcome mat. The mint green unicorn and the cream coloured earth pony had a natural beauty which was all but hidden beneath frizzy manes, high heels, heavy makeup, and gaudy gold jewellery. It was a look that sent a very particular message, and Applejack hadn’t seen ponies so desperate to look cheap in a long time... not since a very interesting adventure she’d had with Rarity in Las Pegasus!

“2-bit hookers, eh?” Applejack sized up the two mares standing on Pinkie’s doorstep. “If ya’ll are here for Cheese Sandwich’s bachelor party, yer a good 20 years too late.”

“It’s us, AJ!” Lyra stated angrily.

“Eh?” Applejack performed a double take as she recognized the older mares who’d first taught her and Rainbow Dash to pleasure each other. “Oh, hey, gals. Ain’t never seen ya lookin’ so... feminine.”

“What are you talking about?” Lyra ranted. “I’m a total femme!”

“Well, whatever. Pinkie ain’t here, an’ Dash an’ I are a mite busy, so ya may as well move yer sexy trick-or-treatin’ one house over.”

“We’re here to see Lil’ Cheese,” Bon Bon protested. “We know he’s here — let us in!”

“Yeah, we have a birthday present we forgot to give him.” Lyra grunted and shifted her hips uncomfortably as she mentioned the “present” the couple had in store for the young lad — a gift even more coveted than the latest Neighstation game!

“Oh, I get it,” Applejack mused, nodding her head. “I reckon word’s got out concernin’ the absolute beast Lil’ Cheese keeps in his sheath. Ya figured now was a good time ta finally say ‘bi-bi’ to them pesky gold stars.”

“We don’t gatekeep each others’ sexuality!” Bon Bon protested. “If Lyra wanted to fool around with a male griffon who was doing research on pony traditions, I’d be totally cool with it, and not judgmental at all!”

“That’s oddly specific, but thanks, honey...” Lyra smiled with relief and turned back to Applejack. “We were thinking that since the Pies have done so much for our community, we’d take Lil’ Cheese’s virginity off his hooves. Better somepony he knows than some fumbling filly, am I right?”

“Ya’ll are a lil’ late fer the cherry harvest,” Applejack boasted, “but Cheese ain’t fucked us up the keister yet. I know yew two love big ones up the backdoor, so ya’ll could be his first in that particular.”

“Big backdoor boners?” Bon Bon scoffed even as her wife grunted again and bit her lip. “That’s ridiculous! We’re just doing this as a family favour. I hate dicks!”

“Me too, especially the big ones!” Lyra added. “Fat and throbbing, with balls full of disgusting cum...” she drooled.

“Drop the act, gals,” Applejack snorted. “ya’ll are forgettin’ that I am Big Mac’s sister, an’ he tells me everythin’.”

“Uh-oh...” Bon Bon murmured.

“Everything?” Lyra whimpered. “Even our ‘anniversary dinner?’”

“Eeyup.”

“J-just don’t spread it around, OK?” Bon Bon begged the younger mare. “We don’t want every stallion in town creeping on us just because we like to get a little naughty.”

“Nothin’ ta worry bout,” Applejack assured with a friendly smile. “Come on in, take off them uncomfortable shoes, an’ we’ll direct Cheese’s next hardon right up yer poop chutes... if Dash ain’t made him pop already, that is.”

The two mares sighed with relief as they saw Applejack wasn’t about to spoil their fun, she only wanted to ensure the homoflexible couple got their share of obscenely sized Pie family penis. The high heels stayed on as Lyra and Bon Bon practically galloped up the stairs to Cheese Pie’s bedroom, tripping over their own hooves all the way.

What they saw through Lil’ Cheese’s open door astounded and aroused them: Rainbow Dash was sloppily worshipping a long, rigid pole that ascended rudely from the crotch of the birthday colt, like a wizard’s tower made of living, throbbing meat. Cheese writhed with happiness in his bedsheets as his mother’s pegasus friend licked all around his flare with loud slurping noises. Despite her well known habit of “signing autographs” with an application of lipstick and a quick deepthroat, the experienced mare seemed to prefer a teasing approach today, one which allowed her to capture the intoxicating scent and fresh taste of Lil’ Cheese’s endless fountain of precum.

“Ow, wow...” both Lyra and Bon Bon were speechless at the huge fuckstaff that towered before them. Lil’ Cheese had a dick large enough to give any size queen a second thought, and his petite, femcoltish frame made it look larger still!

“It’s beautiful!” Lyra marvelled.

“And it’s so damn big...” Bon Bon moaned.

“That’s right, girls,” Dash chuckled, glancing back at the new arrivals. “Big, and proud, and always stiff for older mares. Damn, I love 18 year olds.”

“Looks like a stud’s work is never done,” Applejack observed. She gripped her wife’s rainbow mane between her teeth and pulled Dash’s lips from the flare of the young stallion’s cock with a loud pop. “Lil’ Cheese, ya got yerself two new ‘admirers,’ an’ they ain‘t takin’ no fer an answer.”

Cheese couldn’t help but issue a loud gulp — this was exactly what he feared! Mare after beautiful, aggressive mare craved his cock, and now they were even invading the privacy of his bedroom! He prayed that none of these intimidating mommies would look beneath his pillow and find the picture of Rarity he used for whack off material! Then it would be spanking time for sure!

“Lyra, present in position #2,” Bon Bon ordered her wife, tapping the unicorn firmly on the rump.

“Yes, Mistress,” Lyra assented with a submissive dip of her neck. She turned to face away from Cheese Pie and lifted her hips, igniting her horn to spread her plump green ass cheeks with a yellow magical aura. Her exposed and hungry pussy was a lighter shade of green than her fur, with a hint of delicate pink showing with every wink, and a large plastic ring protruded out of the knot of her pulsating ponut like the stick on a lollipop.

“This is your birthday present, little guy,” Bon Bon told Lil’ Cheese with a wide smile. “Just pull the string to ‘open it up’ and enjoy it!”

In a flash, Lil’ Cheese scampered off his bed and took a closer look at the delicious looking mareholes that were on display, just for him! Of course he’d seen Mrs. Heartstrings’ privates before, revealed for a moment with the unconscious swish of a tail, or even spread wide open due to the bizarre way she sat on chairs and benches. The polite young stallion had always forced himself to look away from the delicious sight, out of respect for the older mare’s sexual orientation. Now, he was being invited to take a good, long look... and perhaps to do even more than look!

Cheese cautiously pushed his muzzle deep into Lyra’s sweaty, spread ass crack and took the ring between his teeth, his nose flaring at the musky scents of arousal he found there. He gave the ring a little tug, well aware of how sensitive a pony’s plothole was, and not wanting to harm the cheerful unicorn who’d always been there for him as he grew up.

“Mmmmfff...” Lyra moaned with a bite of her lip. Her anal ring stretched open, parting to reveal the curve of a large blue bead that struggled to escape its tight and warm confinement. Then Lyra’s overwhelmed ass snapped taut again, sucking the large ball back inside her with a slurp. The bead must have been one of Bon Bon’s candy concoctions, as it seemed to be slowly dissolving like a suckled lollipop as it passed back and forth past the horny unicorn’s anus. A wet ring of sticky, blue coloured syrup formed around Lyra’s pulsating butthole, the unicorn’s tiny cunt twitched and winked at the stimulation, and she moaned “S-stop teasing, Lil’ Cheese...”

“Pull harder,” Bon Bon ordered the stallion. “You’re not going to hurt her! Even I can barely hurt her anymore...” Bon Bon said this a bit wistfully, thinking back to the early days of the relationship, when her explorations of Lyra’s body could sometimes lead to a sudden yelp of painful pleasure. A spanking session or an intense love slap just didn’t have the same spontaneity as those unplanned moments when earth pony strength met unicorn masochism!

Lil’ Cheese nodded, got a firm grip on the plastic ring between his teeth and PULLED! Lyra moaned and the blue anal bead reemerged, stretching her ponut to its utmost limit and finally sliding out. It was revealed to be a large ball of hard candy, jammed up Lyra’s well formed butt by her domme of a wife. A slender string connected the bead to another of similar size that still lay inside her. Printed on the the solid mass of sugar that brushed against Cheese Pie’s lips was a distinctive letter “H.”

Lyra’s muscles clenched down around the second ball, but before long Cheese’s tugging teeth won the battle against horny and stimulated mare butt. A green bead showing the letter “A” now plopped out of Lyra’s bunghole, a chasm which momentarily gaped wide before it was clogged again by the hard, rounded curve of the third bead in the sequence.

As a confectioner, Bon Bon was known for her delicious jawbreakers, but even more so for her hard and satisfying plotbreakers. Pinkie Pie was a regular customer, of course, but mares and stallions all over Equestria knew the former secret agent as the one to trust when it came to combining food play with spicy butt fun. It was even more fun when a string of plotbreaker beads was used to spell out a message to one’s beloved... a message that could reduce a pony to a quivering heap of assgasm by the time their lover had tugged it out, one delicious letter at a time!

Of course, messages were usually kept brief. Bon Bon charged by the letter, and most pony butts could only swallow up enough plotbreakers to spell "I 💖 U". But Cheese Pie found himself tugging one sweet and sticky candy bead after another from Mrs. Heartstrings’ seemingly bottomless plot. Blorp, blorp, blorp went the balls as they spilled out of unicorn ass, now spelling out HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEES. Lyra’s legs trembled and she barely managed to maintain the position her wife had commanded her to hold, keeping her tail raised and spreading her cheeks wide apart with her magic as her asshole was ravaged by a sticky rainbow of edible anal beads.

“Whoa nellie!” Applejack whinnied. “That is some deep bunghole!”

“Unnnghhh, Bon Bon...” Lyra moaned as CHEESICHERRYCHANGA slowly plopped out of her butt, one huge ball at a time. “Why did you have to spell out his whole name?”

“Oh, hush,” Bon Bon responded with a wave of her hoof. “Be grateful I didn’t add 18 more, for the birthday candles!”

“Ohmygosh... ohmygosh...” Rainbow Dash marvelled as the true power of Lyra Heartstrings’ magical colon was revealed. The pervy pegasus placed her muzzle on one of those trembling green hills for a close up view... and a good sniff now and again. Dash had always dismissed the unicorn as lame and a bit nutty, but now Lyra was revealed as an anal athlete worthy of the Friendship Games! The flexibility of her adorable ponut, the sheer capacity of her quivering insides... Applejack had always drawn a line at hoofing, but Rainbow Dash’s speedily pounding forehoof would be nothing to this wide, sucking green void!

With every bead that stretched and broached her ponut, Mrs. Heartstrings cried out with a whimper. As the “N” in DIANE straightened out the creases of her anus, she finally lost control. Her thighs trembled and her asshole puckered back and forth, as fresh hot mare-sauce gushed forth from her untouched pussy. She shook her sweaty mane, raised her head to the heavens and cried out “Oh fuck... I’m CUMMING! BON BOOON!”

Lil’ Cheese’s heart was lifted as he watched — and practically tasted — Mrs. Heartstring’s wet and sloppy loss of control. Even though this wasn’t how he thought it would happen, he’d finally brought a girl to orgasm. Hopefully she was only the first of many mares to be pleased by his mighty stud talents! After waiting respectfully for a few moments, he resumed pulling on the dangling cord with his teeth, gently yet firmly bringing one bead after another out of the unicorn’s capacious cock-wallet.

Finally, Lyra’s exhausted plothole gamely stretched around the last candy ball, setting it free at last with a wet and sticky kiss. Now dangling from Lil’ Cheese’s mouth was a full string of plotbreaker beads that spelled out “HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEESICHERRICHANGA DIANE PIE!!!” Gaping bright pink before his eyes, was the plot he’d cracked wide open with those beads. There was one logical conclusion to Lil’ Cheese’s “birthday present,” yet his unicorn lover hardly seemed ready to accept a meaty substitute for the hard candy that had been stuffed so far up her guts. Anyways, Lyra was a lesbian... wasn’t she?

Lyra still whimpered and panted for breath, her pussy drooling the strings of arousal that had squirted forth during her anal orgasm. “Bon Bon...” she moaned, “oh, Bon Bon...”

“There there, Lyra,” Bon Bon whispered, kissing her wife tenderly. “You did such a good job and now you’re ready to take that huge pole of meat. He’s going to slip it right inside you, and make you feel good.” Bon Bon glared up at Lil’ Cheese. “Isn’t he?”

“Y-yes, Mrs. Bon Bon,” Lil’ Cheese affirmed. Putting it in a girl’s butt was an experience he wasn’t going to pass up — even if the “girl” was older than his mother! “Thank you for the birthday present!”

“Huh? Oh, sure thing, kid, anytime,” Bon Bon murmured, a bit distracted by the needy kisses of her submissive wife.

“You’re so good to me,” Lyra moaned and buried her face in Bon Bon’s mane as Lil’ Cheese gamely mounted the green unicorn’s thicc MILF plot. “Thank you for helping me take these big backdoor boners...”

“It’s OK, babygirl,” Bon Bon soothed her wife with tender kisses. “Mistress knows just what’s best for masochistic butt-bitches like you.”

The two lesbians were now making out passionately, lost in each others eyes, as if Lil’ Cheese wasn’t standing right behind them and fucking one of them up the plot. This was the way he preferred it, actually. If he could only find a way to get all four of these molesting mares focused on each other, he might finally be able to sneak away, and hide in the Everfree for the rest of November!

Yet all such hopes were doomed with a flash of light and a burst of magic, as a young and unfamiliar alicorn teleported directly into Lil’ Cheese’s bedroom. Her wings outspread, she smiled coyly behind her bouncing curls as a golden spotlight illuminated her from heaven. Every heart in the room skipped a beat at the sexy sight.

“Whoa, who are you?” asked Lil’ Cheese.

“I’m Princess Flurry Heart, duh! Didn’t you see my spread in Playcolt?”

“Erm, I must have missed that one,” Lil’ Cheese confessed, even as an involuntary thrust of his hips crammed Lyra’s bum with meat and forced a rough gasp from the unicorn’s lips. Cheese remembered very well the day the all-princess charity issue of Playcolt had been passed around the schoolyard at Ponyville High... yet when it came his way, he’d been too shy to do more than peek at the scandalous dual centrefold!

“I-I only read Playcolt for the articles,” Rainbow Dash claimed unconvincingly.

“You uncultured hicks...” Flurry Heart hovered into the air and raised her hind legs behind her head, showing Cheese and Dash the juicy “spread” they’d missed. “Zebrat rated my pussy 5 stars! They said it was the best place to dine in the whole Crystal Empire!”

“Oooh, it’s even cuter in person!” Bon Bon squealed.

“I’m here with a royal summons for Cheese Pie’s cock!” Flurry declared. “Erm, I mean... for Cheese Pie. And his cock. But not only his cock.” With the simple cast of an X-ray spell, Flurry Heart looked down at Cheese Pie and watched his dong powerfully rearranging the green unicorn’s guts with every thrust. “Nice, nice...” Pinkie Pie hadn’t been lying... if anything, her son’s dick was even bigger than she’d been claiming!

“You’re here for m-me?” Lil’ Cheese asked the hovering alicorn. Local MILF-sluts were one thing, but now even princesses craved him? The poor guy was even more confused than before!

“Huh? Who are you? Are you the guy with the schlong?” Flurry Heart mumbled distractedly, licking her lips as the X-ray magic faded. “Well, you’re not bad looking. Pull it out and let me see it! That’s a royal order!”

“Erm, yes, your highness...” Lil’ Cheese slowly and loudly pulled his cock out from the wet and sucking swamp of Lyra Heartstrings’ rectum, pondering what was about to happen to him at the hooves of this aggressive princess. Though only a few years older, Flurry Heart seemed quite entitled, thoroughly spoiled by a lifetime of royal treatment. Cheese had met Princesses Twilight and Cadance several times, and they’d never shown such rudeness! (Lil’ Cheese was also known to Princess Luna... but the one time he’d spotted her in his dreams, she’d blushed up a storm and flapped away from him at top speed!)

Slurp... slurp... SHLORK! Slowly, inch after inch of thick, princess pleasing dick emerged from the green unicorn’s chocolate highway, until Cheese Pie’s fat flare finally popped free of her welcoming plothole. Flurry nodded with approval, then grimaced as she noticed the lad’s fully exposed monster cock smeared with a veritable rainbow of sticky looking colours.

“H-here you are, Princess.” The earth pony with the two toned mane forced a smile as she gestured towards the soiled member. Clearly, this savvy subject had heard about Flurry Heart’s infamous temper towards anypony she suspected of cockblocking her. “Help yourself, every inch is yours! We wouldn’t dream of stealing cock from your highness. M-my wife was just making it nice and juicy for you!”

“Oh, my, what a quaint rural tradition,” Flurry muttered with a pained expression in her eyes. “I simply love sucking dick fresh out of another mare’s ass.” Looking at the expectant eyes of the assembled ponies filled Flurry Heart with doubt. Was this truly how the inbred hicks of Ponyville amused themselves?

Still, many was the time Flurry had degraded herself for some royal douche who wasn’t half as handsome, or as hung, as Cheese Pie. She thought back to a few years ago, when her mother had first guided her onto her seemingly endless quest for love...

On that beautiful summer day, the 18 year old Flurry Heart had been enjoying her very first “grown up” spa day with her regal, elegant mother. The two mares lay back in lounge chairs and sipped endless cocktails as they received decadent hooficures and massages from studly spa attendants. All the while, Cadance was offering a lifetime’s worth of royal romantic advice to her newly adult daughter.

“When you find your prince, Flurry, it will be your duty to anticipate and satisfy all of his male needs.” Cadance nodded knowingly at her daughter, quite certain that Flurry knew which “needs” she was talking about. “You must keep him faithful, dear, above all else. For a commoner, a straying husband is a sad yet private matter. For one of us, it would be a scandal and a national crisis. The Empire might never recover — the Crystal Heart itself could shatter!”

Flurry Heart cast an embarrassed and confused glimpse over at her father, who was lying supine upon a comfortable couch, being attended by not one but four beautiful hooficurists. Each crystal mare held a firm grasp upon one of Shining Armour’s hooves, gently pinning him to the couch even as they filed and polished away the chips that came from his strenuous work with the Crystal Guard. Meanwhile, a griffoness had plopped her huge, golden furred ass onto the helpless unicorn’s face. She was riding Shining Armour’s muzzle with fierce rolls of her jiggling cat hips, squawking with arousal as she worked towards orgasm.

“But then why do you let Dad... he’s always cheating on you! He’s always with other mares!” Her parents had tried to keep this secret from their daughter for years, but her father’s shameful behaviour was so blatant that even a fool could see it. The Guard, the household staff — practically the whole Crystal Empire had to be in on it!

Cadance giggled with glee at her daughter’s embarrassment. “It’s not cheating if I set it up, dear. One of those male needs is variety, and I’m very good at satisfying it. You know, that’s the griffon ambassador over there, bouncing on your daddy’s face. I caught Shiny peeking at her plot last week, so I made a few arrangements. Now he gets to taste that tailpipe every day, and trade with Griffonstone is booming!”

“B-but how can you trust him? If he’s always fucking other ponies... other creatures... what if he leaves you?”

Flurry was truly amazed at how casual her mother was about the infidelity of the Prince she’d fought so hard to make her own. She tried to keep her gaze away from her father’s crotch. The cock that had created her was thankfully hidden beneath a towel, but that towel held a huge bulge that was twitching fiercely — and why not, with such attentions being given to the stallion who owned it! Serviced by 5 females at once? Even Flurry’s horniest sleepovers rarely got that busy!

“You’re old enough to learn a little secret...” Cadance smirked. “Your father does what he does because I order him to. He knows he only gets to have me if he does exactly as I say. Oh, how he craves my flawless body, day and night... but he gets nothing from his wife until he satisfies each and every creature I send his way.”

“That’s...” Flurry Heart bit her lip with a mixture of shame and arousal. “Golly, Mum, that’s kind of weird...”

“One day you’ll understand, dear, just as our subjects do.” Cadance sighed and looked lovingly at her husband, buried as he was beneath slick crystal pony bodies and fat griffon ass. “Ours is a truly perfect marriage...”

For years, Flurry Heart had been confused about what her mother was trying to teach her with this carnal demonstration, but now she understood the lesson at last. If Dad rims griffon butt, I can go ass to mouth! she thought. Yet as she lowered her mouth towards the steaming, unicorn flavoured cock between Cheese Pie’s legs, she perceived a small, magical cartoon version of Princess Cadance appear upon her wither and hold up a hoof to stop her descent.

“That’s not the lesson, Flurry!” she seemed to hear her mother say sternly. “Yes, you should definitely go ass to mouth, it’s nasty and fun, but do it on your terms. You’re a Princess, the heir to the Crystal Throne! You can’t give it up like a cheap slut at a Winter Wrap Up party, even if he does have a gigantic dong.”

The illusory vision of Cadance glanced at Lil’ Cheese, then smiled naughtily at her daughter. The sort of smile that said I know exactly what you’re thinking about! Flurry had seen this smile many times, as her parents introduced her to some yummy Saddle Arabian princeling or to a well built hero of the Crystal Guard. “You’ve got your eye on a stud, and he’s got both eyes on your royal vag...” Cadance murmured with approval. “Well, make him sweat! Make him EARN it!” The vision of Cadance abruptly did a double take and looked at Lil’ Cheese again. “W-wait, is that Pinkie’s kid? Damn. Anyways, you’ve got this, sweetie! I’ve got to go — your Dad’s almost done with his daily zebra breeding!”

With that, the somewhat oversharing illusion vanished. Flurry Heart returned from her reverie and tossed her mane back haughtily. “You! Peasant!” she pointed at the earth pony with the two toned mane.

“Y-yes, your highness?”

“Clean off my husband’s dick for me.” Why do the dirty work herself, when peasants were here to do it for her?

“You don’t have to tell me twice!” The earth pony eagerly went down on Cheese Pie’s stained prick, licking off the wet sugar and the candy scented musk the green unicorn’s devastated plot had left up and down the obscene length.

Lil’ Cheese suppressed a moan as yet another talented throat went to work on his shaft. “Erm, Princess Flurry Heart, are we married now?” he asked.

“Ah, eager, are we?” Flurry Heart allowed her young stud a beneficent smile. “First, you must prove your worth by pleasing these four commoner mares. Only then will I allow you to claim me on our marriage bed.” Flurry poked at that bed with a hoof, finding it messy, unmade, and full of strange yet deeply masculine smells. “Eww, have one of your servants change these sheets first.”

“All four? N-no problem!” Lil’ Cheese began to sweat as he realized just how demanding his prospective bride was proving to be. “I already satisfied Applejack and Rainbow Dash, before you got here.”

“Nah, not quite,” Dash commented.

“He‘s stretchin’ the truth like one o’ his Dad’s rubber chickens,” Applejack added.

“You will pleasure them again, while I watch,” Flurry Heart commanded haughtily. “If you want to be worthy of my royal affections, that is.”

With a hoof to his lips, Lil’ Cheese thought this dilemma over. If he married Flurry Heart, he could fuck a real life Princess all he wanted, and it wouldn’t count for No Nut November! Would it? ...Nah, of course it doesn’t count if you’re married to the girl! That would be dumb!

“I’ll do it!” he agreed.

“A wise choice, my Prince.” Flurry smiled and kissed the young, innocent stallion gently on the cheek, making him blush. Her new consort was so sweet and kind, just like her father... it would be so much fun to lend him out to her entourage! Even Mummy dearest might like to take a turn!

“Mrs. Bon Bon, do you mind?” Inspired by Flurry Heart’s tender peck, Lil’ Cheese gallantly lifted Bon Bon’s hoof into his own and kissed it lightly. “You’re the only one I haven’t... tried.”

“Just stuff it up my plot, big boy,” the earth pony mare affirmed, turning around and thrusting her solid rump in his Cheese’s face. “No kissing, and no mushy stuff.”

“Oh, erm, sure, sorry...” Lil’ Cheese mounted Bon Bon, easily slipping his flare past her well used sphincter with a grunt from both of them. Why were girls so confusing? he thought to himself. His mother had always held up the gentle and caring Cheese Sandwich as the perfect ideal of stallionhood. Yet ever since turning 18, Lil’ Cheese had discovered that mares seemed to prefer him as a vicious beast, ready to gape their holes wide open at a moment’s notice!

Whoa, this is really hot! Flurry thought to herself, voyeuristically enjoying the sight. As her new husband slid his huge cock up the plothole of a moaning mare, the budding cuckquean lowered a hoof and began to stroke her ever horny princess pussy. It seemed little Flurry Heart took after her mother, after all...

8. The Great Sturbate

Sitting in his studio, Chancellor Neighsay nodded as his tech gave him a silent gesture. He was on the air! The aging unicorn smiled as he pictured the crowds who looked to him for guidance on the questions of modern stallionhood. The guidance he gave tonight would be carried over magical airwaves throughout Equestria, helping thousands to live happier, more independent lives.

Stay strong, brothers, he thought. Though mares incessantly demand our essence, No Nut will triumph!

Bringing his head down to his microphone, Neighsay began to address this unseen audience. “Welcome, Neighsayer Nation, to the Chancellor Neighsay Experience,” he began. “Tonight we bring you the dull music and boring news you need to make it through No Nut November. I’ll be reading the latest buckball scores, and taking your calls about distressing medical procedures.”

The unicorn cleared his throat and adopted his suavest radio voice. “But first, a word from Fetlock Frozen Peas, perfect for icing those swollen testicles. We know a remote farm in Trottingham, where Mrs. Sweetpod lives—how in Tartarus did you get in here?”

Neighsay had just stormed out of an intense debate with his sponsor about the frozen peas advertisement, and he was upset indeed to be interrupted in his recitation of its insipid copy. Yet he couldn’t help but stop short as he watched the chair on which he hosted guests turn about wildly, revealing a plump and mature earth pony mare who haphazardly balanced a set of headphones atop her perky ears. Yes, Pinkie Pie herself, Equestria’s worst mother and perhaps worst pony, had somehow infiltrated Neighsay’s studio!

“Heya, not clopping fans!” Pinkie roared into Neighsay’s microphone, sending his sound tech scrambling for the equalizer. “This dumb ol’ radio show is now sponsored by whacking off! Use promo code UNNNGH for 10% off your first cumshot!”

“Well, well, if it isn’t Pinkie Pie.” Chancellor Neighsay smiled thinly and gestured to have a second microphone placed before his surprise guest. “I’ve been demanding for months that Twilight Sparkle debate me, but you will do almost as well.”

“That’s me! Almost as good as Twilight!” Pinkie smiled cheerfully and offered Neighsay a naughty wink. “Of course, if ya like big teats, I’m way better than her — and who doesn’t love a huge set of bazonkahootahonkers?”

Chancellor Neighsay frowned and shifted uncomfortably behind his microphone. Ooh, there was that Pinkie Sense again, alerting Pinkie Pie to a cock that had started peeking out of his sheath. I knew it! Pinkie thought. Neighsay is just as horny as the rest of them! This’ll be easy!

With an awkward cough, Neighsay managed to ignore this provocation, regaining control of his smooth, deep voice. “Mrs. Pie, by your appearance here, I take it you object to the occurrence of Equestria’s current monthlong celebration of continence, commonly known as ‘No Nut November.’”

“You can say that again... but don’t! I almost fell asleep the first time you said it!” Pinkie leaned on an elbow and looked deeply into the unicorn stallion’s eyes, biting her lip as she did. The once considerable age gap between them had become nearly negligible as both ponies reached middle age. Neighsay was smart, accomplished, yet still fit and virile in his 50s... a girl could do worse than take a pounding from this uptight nerd!

“Ya know, Chancellor,” Pinkie whispered huskily, “I didn’t see it when you were being a huge jerk and trying to shut down Twilight’s school, but your voice is really sexy! Instead of griping about the temptations of us poor, hungry mares, you should try saying things that are more fun, like...” Pinkie made her voice a deep impression of Neighsay’s: “‘Naughty little fillies like you deserve to get spanked by daddy, live on the radio!’”

“‘Little filly?’” Neighsay spluttered. “What nonsense! Mrs. Pie, you’re a grown mare with a husband and a foal!”

“And my husband loves spanking his ‘naughty little filly!’ So why don’t you try it, huh? C’mon, give me one firm swat, right on my huge jiggly tushie!”

“Absurd!” Neighsay declared, even as he snorted for breath and his swelling boner stretched out beneath the table, desperately reaching out to the mare he loathed. “Kindly tend to your own sluttish business, Mrs. Pie, and stop interfering with the personal choices of others! Why are you so concerned with what stallions do, or don’t do, in the privacy of their own homes?”

“Cause I love fun, and cumming is fun with a capital FUN!” Pinkie smiled widely and suggestively caressed the microphone stand before her. “Whether you’re with somepony else or just beating that big ol’ stallion stick all by yourself, nothing’s better than pumping out a huge, yummy load, am I right? No Nut November? Why, that’s like No Cupcakes June, or No Hugs February!”

“A point of view that could only be held by one of limited mental facilities,” Neighsay snarled crudely. “Furthermore, by a pony who absolutely lacks even the concept of self control!”

Oooh, yeah, treat me rough, daddy... Pinkie thought. Debating this dumb-dumb was so much fun! The sexy pink star of endless nighttime fantasies pulled the microphone close to her muzzle and began to capture Neighsay’s audience with her seductive voice.

“Now, I want all you stallions out there to make a Pinkie Promise that you’ll rub one out every day of November, just for me!” she cheered. “I masturbate all the time thinking about you guys and your awesome shlongs, so it’s only fair!” Pinkie grinned happily, thinking about all the pent up stallions who were listening to her praise their dicks over the radio. Maybe she’d finally meet her goal of getting a million guys off at the same time!

“That’s right, boys, listen to my voice, and just teeease your dick out of its sheath. Get yourself nice and hard for me. It’s OK, Mama Pinkie knows what’s best, she just wants you to feel good.” In her mind’s eye, Pinkie pictured the most wonderful, splenderiffic dick there ever was (her husband’s, of course!) and spoke directly to it, pouring out all of the love she held for those stiff and veiny mare-masters!

Chancellor Neighsay stared at her, panting and gasping for breath like he’d just run a race against Rainbow Dash. "Oooh, your cock is so beautiful, baby," Pinkie cooed, imagining her husband’s mighty dong, yet smiling directly at the villainous mind behind No Nut November. "Don’t worry about the size or the shape, or do you cum too quick, or anything like that. Pinkie Pie loves your cock exactly as it is! But she’ll love it even more when you make it squirt that yummy stallion sauce!

“So stroke it... stroke it for me... stroke for Pinkie... Pinkie Pie is best pony... Oooh, is that a yummy little blob of pre on the tip? I’m just going to stick out my tongue and lick it up. It’s the least I can do for my stud.” Pinkie let out an exaggerated moan as she pictured the tongue tickling treats that Cheese Sandwich fed her from his constantly weeping flare. “Mmm, so delicious, I want a whole tummy full! Can you do that for me?”

From the sound booth Neighsay heard the muffled voice of his sound tech calling out “Yes, mommy!” He looked up with alarm to see the telltale shifting of hooves and magic behind the glass, proving that his assistant was now preoccupied with another type of “equipment.” Et tu, Mic Check? he thought. Even his trusted staff couldn’t resist this pink-trash trollop! He could only imagine what was happening in homes across Equestria, to all those stallions who’d trusted Neighsay to deaden their senses during this most dangerous of months!

Chancellor Neighsay frantically waved at his tech to stop pleasuring himself and cut Pinkie Pie’s mic, but the guy was so deep in her spell he just clopped harder! In desperation he turned again to his opponent and addressed her directly. “Mrs. Pie, please,” he urged, “control the utter filth pouring out of your mouth!”

“Nah, not doing that is way more fun!” Pinkie giggled and wiggled her fat plot in the chair across the table from Neighsay. “Guys, I’m pretty sure you can’t see me over the radio, but I’m totally naked right now! Hey, if you’ve got a copy of that big coffee table book about the Elements of Harmony, why don’t you open it up and find a picture of me to stroke to? You’ll want a hot visual to help focus the ol’ cum-laser!”

From her messy mane Pinkie pulled out a huge tome with Derpy’s picture on the front and turned through thousands of silly and wholesome memes, searching for the hard core "explicit" section. "Hrm, let’s see, page 2432031 has a good one, Cheese took that picture! Or maybe page 3163999... that’s me in my younger days, before the preggo weight, but I still had plenty of plot back then!

“Now, get a nice, firm grip and just stroke, stroke, stroke that beautiful cock for me. I want you to cum, baby. I’ve never wanted anything so bad as I want to hear you groan right now, and watch that yummy seed shooting out of you, right into my mouth!”

Despite his best efforts, Chancellor Neighsay found his own member fully unsheathed and growing stiffer by the second! Normally he had a stealthy and silent clop each Nightmare Night, to carry him through the coming dry spell, but this year he’d been so busy setting up the arrangements that he hadn’t had time! He grunted in a most unseemly way as his balls throbbed, already filled with a week of pent up cum!

“Oooh, what’s that I feel under the table?” Pinkie’s rear hooves reached out and touched the uptight unicorn’s cock, teasing it even further. “Is all that for me? Golly, Chancellor Neighsay, don’t tell me you want me to suck your dick for everypony to hear, on the radio!”

“You ruthless slattern... you shameless virago...”

“Mmm, keep talking dirty with those words that I don’t know what they mean!” Pinkie Pie pulled her microphone under the table, face to face now with the naughty unicorn’s huge, delicious looking endowment. “Alright, girls, this one’s for you!” she cheered. “Grab your stallion and follow along at home!”

Pinkie sniffed Neighsay’s cock, then lifted the heavy, shifting balls in a hoof. “Hrm, this is a very nice one, and I can confirm that Chancellor Neighsay hasn’t been clopping... these pinatas of his are practically bursting already! I think I’ll start by treating these bad boys to a nice, slow spit bath! Then I’ll follow up with the Tantabus Tongue Tickler Technique, and then... eh, I’ll probably just freestyle and gag on it til he squirts!”

“Mrs. Pie...” tears flowed down Neighsay’s muzzle even as his dick twitched helplessly. “Please, I beg of you...”

“Wait a minute!” Pinkie scratched her head with utter confusion. There was something in this guy’s voice... “It sounds like you don’t secretly want me to blow you!”

“Of course I don’t!” Neighsay snapped at the chubby earth pony beneath the table. “I’m the leader of the No Nut November movement! Why would I want you to humiliate me and ruin everything I’ve worked for?”

“Cause humiliation is your kink, duh!” Pinkie explained. “Why else would you make such a big deal out of not clopping? I don’t brag about all the times I didn’t throw a party! What’s up with that?” Pinkie popped up from under the table and snarled at the haughty unicorn. “I’ll tell you what’s up: you want the attention!”

Neighsay scoffed loudly. “That’s absurd!”

“Nah, it’s totally surd! You want horny mares to tease you without mercy all month long, so that you can brag to the other guys and say how macho you are! But then if you do cum, it’s our fault for tempting you!” Pinkie facehoofed with exasperation. “Geeze, I can’t believe you guys! It’s all a big circle jerk, but without any of the jerking!”

“How dare you, Mrs. Pie!” Neighsay stamped a hoof onto his table. “No Nut November is a sacred test of masculine will power, not one of your perverted games!”

Pinkie shook her head firmly. “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining — pee on my leg cause you’re into watersports! I’ve been in the sex party business for almost 20 years, and I know when a guy wants to be teased! And you want it, Chancellor.”

“Even though I created a monthlong event around the idea that I don’t?”

“Well, yeah! What a great way to publicly commit to total humiliation once you inevitably lose to my super duper mouth!” Pinkie Pie ran her obscenely long tongue over her wet, moist lips as Chancellor Neighsay gulped nervously.

“I know this is what you crave, Chancellor,” Pinkie insisted. “I mean, what kind of awful pony would I be if I pushed a stallion into sexual situations without making sure he... Uh-oh!” Pinkie slapped a hoof over her mouth as she realized she had done exactly that with her young son!

“Mrs. Pie?” Across the table of debate, Chancellor Neighsay raised an eyebrow sardonically.

“Erm... I’ve got to get back to Ponyville, pronto! I’ve made a huge mistake! A massive, throbbing, 15 inch mistake!” Pinkie turned and shamefacedly tiphoofed towards the studio door.

Chancellor Neighsay chuckled. “Does that mean you’re conceding in our debate?”

“No way, bozo!” Pinkie yelled. Her competitive spirit was rekindled in an instant. She dashed back to Neighsay’s phallic microphone and pulled it close, prepared to make love to it with her gentle words. “Uhhh... just whack it til ya cum, guys!” she shrugged. “You already know how to clop! Pinkie Pie loves your dongs and she wants to see them squirt! Not cumming is dumb, bye-bye!”

The bouncing pink blur known as Pinkie Pie streaked through Canterlot at light speed and leapt on board the Friendship Express just as it departed for Ponyville. She tossed a bit to the highly confused conductor and settled into a familiar seat that still held the scent of her own cum. Sadly, no cute pegasus playmate could be found sitting next to Pinkie this time. In fact, this train car was entirely empty... perhaps due to the horny stench that still filled the cabin, a sweaty reek that could only come from hours of mare-on-mare sex!

It seemed there would be nopony to have sexy fun with on this trip back. Nothing to do but fantasize as the long hours between Canterlot and Ponyville slipped away... Or was there? Pinkie Pie began sniffing the air as her seemingly supernatural Pinkie Sense alerted her to a new and most unusual presence.

“Oh, hey there,” she whispered, speaking just to you! :pinkiehappy:

“No, don’t stop! Keep playing with yourself, ya weird alien cutie.”

The sexy party pony smiled wide and nodded enthusiastically as you sheepishly obeyed, unsure of how Pinkie even knew of your presence, let alone how you’d been “entertaining” yourself as you read about her horny quest.

“I don’t know either,” she shrugged, “this has never happened before! It must be a No Nut November miracle! Ooh, but wouldn’t it be so embarrassing if you lost right now, stroking it to a cartoon pony who was breaking the fourth wall? How would you explain that to all your internet friends?”

Pinkie Pie giggled as she began to truly sink herself into the role of your sweet and bubbly mommy-domme. "Oooh, I love that thing you’re playing with!" she squealed. "Do all humans look like that? It’s so cool, and I love the way you’re treating it. You two must be really good friends! You could go a little faster, though. Just a fun suggestion from your friendly neighbourhood Pinkie Pie!

“I can’t believe I turn you on — we’re so different! But you’re pretty hot too, I must admit. What does it for ya, anyways? Is it the descriptions of my big, round plot?” Pinkie scooted in her seat and presented her tushie for you as she spoke. Capped with perfect cutie marks, those immense soft curves gleamed in the Equestrian sun, reflected through the windows of the clattering train. It was a sight you never thought you’d see in person, and definitely one you’d never forget!

“Maybe you like imagining you’re the one who gets to fuck me and my friends... or maybe you just like watching me be a total casual slut! For me personally, I love all the filthy dialogue and dirty talk I get to say in these clopfics!”

Pinkie pouted briefly, then smiled again. “Aww, am I desecrating your childhood? Don’t worry about a thing, sweetie. The innocent, fun loving Pinkie Pie you remember is still out there, having all her E rated adventures... but now you can also have fun with naughty, dirty, kinky Pinkie! Whenever you want I’ll be here, ready for you and happy to help you cum — November or any other month!”

“Now we’ve got a long train ride ahead, so we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other, just the two of us. But before we get started, I want you to do Mama Pinkie a favour and hit that 👍 button at the top of the story. Huh? Hey, wait, don’t end the chapter, I’m just getting—”

9. Long Live the Quean

As evening fell over Ponyville, Pinkie Pie sproinged up her garden path with a broad smile. Any other time she returned from an out of town trip, her mind would be full of thoughts of Cheese Sandwich’s perfect dick, how frustrating it was to be denied it even for an hour, and all the fun holes she’d have him shove that thing into, once the lovers were reunited. But today she had something even more important on her mind — her son’s future! Pinkie was resolved to support Lil’ Cheese with his life choices, even if they were weird and bizarre choices like “not cumming,” and she had the perfect idea for how to help him!

It’s just as well that Pinkie hadn’t been thinking of her husband’s dick, for it was already being used. As the cheerful pink mare bounced through her front door she saw Spoiled Milk and Diamond Tiara kneeling before her husband’s easy chair, worshipping Cheese’s raging erection as he read the evening newspaper.

“Oh, hi, sweetie,” Cheese smiled casually at his wife. “These two sluts were just giving me a ‘tip’ after another successful divorceaversary party.” He reached out and gently stroked Diamond’s mane as her mother gripped her head in her hooves and shoved her daughter’s throat onto the party planner’s cock, pushing it down to the base. “There you are, Diamond, take it all the way down, just like your mommy does.”

“Oh, that’s cool,” Pinkie chattered, hardly paying attention to her husband at all. “Say, honey bun, where’s that cute pink cock cage I got for you, way back when?”

Cheese Sandwich nervously chuckled as two eager mares hungrily worked over his quite un-caged junk. “Pinkie, I thought we agreed that wasn’t fun for either of us.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got to be a good mother, and support Lil’ Cheese while he does No Nut November! I thought it over on the train, right after that weird fourth wall break, and I realized the only way to guarantee he doesn’t lose one drop of that seed is to lock him up tight!”

“Erm, Pinkie...”

Pinkie waggled her hoof at her indulgent husband. “Now, I know what you’re going to say, but it’s for his own good. We can’t let our son whine his way out of chastity. You and me have to be together on this!” The determined mare opened the door to the family’s sex closet and pushed her head inside the crowded space. Her fat backside swayed back and forth as she noisily searched through countless dildoes, collars, and flavours of lube.

Cheese Sandwich laughed awkwardly, even as he appreciated the chonky, wobbling view of what he considered to be the finest ass in Equestria. His veins throbbed under Spoiled Milk’s sizzling tongue as he felt a delicious climax begin to build. “I think it’s a bit late for any of that, Pinkie. Did Lil’ Cheese say he was doing No Nut?”

“Say it? He yelled it!”

“I don’t think he’s doing it anymore.” Cheese Sandwich chuckled and turned the page of his newspaper, as Spoiled Milk and Diamond Tiara each took oral control of one side of his flare and began to suckle eagerly. “Ooh, Princess Luna’s coming to town at the end of the month! You should make that crescent moon pie she likes.”

“Aha, I found it!” Pinkie backed her mighty dumptruck out of the closet and held up the tiny pink cage with a note of triumph. “Hrm, we might have to go one size up. He’s got 16 fat inches, after all.” She shrugged and bounced up the stairway towards her son’s bedroom. “Eh, I’m sure it’ll fit!”

At the top of the stairs, Pinkie found Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom sitting against the nearby wall. Muzzles were buried in borrowed cookbooks from Pinkie’s vast collection, and Sweetie Belle’s magical aura buzzed away between three twitching pairs of hind legs.

Scootaloo looked up from Pinkie’s cherished and highly “improved” copy of Baking with Cum. “Oh, hi, Mrs. Pie,” the tomboy mumbled in a bored tone, chomping on her chewing gum.

Pinkie frowned. “Scootaloo, if you think that book is boring, you’re reading it wrong. Say, what are you guys doing here, anyways?”

Oh, we came back from our camping trip and we heard there was a new dick in town, so we’re waiting in line to try it out. You don’t mind if we bang your son, right?

“Why would I mind?” Pinkie wondered. “What I mind is Cheezy keeping his bedroom door closed! What if there was a fire, or a yummy baking smell?” Pinkie Pie loudly pounded her hoof on the firmly shut door, hearing only grunts and squeals of pleasure in response.

“Cheesicherrychanga Diane Pie, you open this door right now!” she demanded. It sounds like he’s having his very first threeway! Pinkie thought to herself. Her heart pounded with maternal happiness and her quest to confine her son to chastity was instantly forgotten. I’ve got to get a picture for his baby album!

“Erm, Pinkie?” came Applejack’s voice from beside her. “I wouldn’t go in there if I was you. In fact, I ain’t lettin’ ya in.”

“What the hay, AJ? This is my hecking house—whoa, what happened to you?” Pinkie turned as her friend placed a firm hoof on her wither, and witnessed the unusual sight of Applejack’s hat cocked and askew, her mane dishevelled and sweaty, and her once delightfully firm barrel bloated as if she’d eaten a whole cart of apple pies.

“Well, Pinkie,” Applejack smiled with a pleasant memory, “what happened is, yer son done fucked the shit outta me.”

“Wow!” Pinkie grinned happily. Cheese had lost his virginity to her very best bestie, except for Twilight, and maybe Fluttershy! “That’s super neat! Tell me all about—”

“I ain’t done,” Applejack stated firmly, her hoof pressed against Pinkie’s mouth in a way that made Pinkie’s sloppy pink pussy gush submissively. “Yer son fucked me, an’ then he fucked mah wife,” she continued. “Ya with me so far?”

“Good, that’s good,” Pinkie nodded excitedly. She was glad she’d taken care to raise such a gentlecolt. Screwing only one of a married couple was no bueno!

“Then Lyra an’ Bon Bon showed up ta give Cheese their chocolate stars, an’ then Flurry Heart teleported in an’ asked him ta marry her—”

“She did what?” Pinkie gasped excitedly.

“She did WHAT?” came Cheese Sandwich’s voice from downstairs.

“—An’ then he fucked us all agin ta celebrate. Then Cheese an’ the Princess done consummated them nuptials so dang hard, she done caused a snowstorm two towns over.” Applejack paused for thought. “Lemme see, then Derpy an’ Cheerilee came in an’ started fightin’ over ’im, til Flurry tole ’em ta shut their muzzles an’ line up ta get their holes split open. I thought that was a bit rude, so I start tellin’ the Princess what’s what, an’ that’s when she shut the door on me.”

“That is rude!” Again Pinkie pounded on the door to her son’s bedroom. “Open up! Flurry Heaaart! We have to plan the wedding reception!”

“Pinkie.” Applejack stood before Lil’ Cheese’s door, pushing Pinkie Pie away once more. “Read mah cum covered lips: yer son don’t want ya in there.”

“B-but why not?” Lil’ Cheese had never said no to family time before! Did he not think his mommy was cool anymore?

“I’ll tell ya why not.” Applejack sighed as she realized that once again, she had to deliver the story’s moral.

“Pinkie, mah Dad was the best apple farmer Equestria’s ever seen. Dash’s folks was honest-ta-gosh superstar athletes, both o’ ’em. I tell ya, growin’ up ain’t easy when yer folks are already the best at whatever it is ya wanna do.”

“Oh, geeze... I never thought of it like that.” Pinkie Pie’s ire softened beneath her friend’s gentle chastisement. What would Pinkie have done if Papa Igneous and Mama Quartz had also been party planners? She would have probably become a doctor, or a spy with a cool hat, just to be different!

“Lil’ Cheese is more like his folks than ya’ll know,” Applejack assured the worried mother. “That colt loves makin’ ponies smile. An’ makin’ ’em cum.” Applejack grunted with satisfaction and a large dollop of semen dropped from her winking marehood onto the hallway floor. “More cummin’ than smilin’ at the moment, I do admit. An’ it’s cause he’s so much like you an’ Big Cheese, that Lil’ Cheese needs ta keep some distance. He can’t make his own path if yer standin’ too close behind him.”

“I-I think I understand,” Pinkie said sadly, yet with a brand new kind of happiness blooming in her heart. “I’ll give him his space, to pound all of the sluts he needs to pound.” She turned to head back down the stairs, then looked back at the smiling Applejack and the eagerly anticipating Cutie Mark Crusaders. “AJ, will you tell Lil’ Cheese... tell him that I’m proud of him?”

Applejack scoffed. “Tell ’im yerself, once he comes out... if he ever does.”

“Oh, Lil’ Cheese!” Derpy moaned. That young, vigorous cock of his felt so good plunging past her cervix and deep into her womb! “I think I’m in love!”

“I-I’m sorry, Ms. Hooves,” Lil’ Cheese stated sadly, stroking Derpy’s bubbly butt cheeks as he plowed deep into the hungry gash of his older neighbour. “You’re a very beautiful mare, but I’m afraid I’m happily married.”

“Oh, that doesn’t matter, I’m not picky!”

Growing up in a town full of gorgeous mares, Lil’ Cheese had naturally fantasized about each and every MILF who caught his teenaged eye and swelled his hyperactive dick. Now, slowly but surely, each and every one of those fantasies seemed to be coming true. In days past he’d eagerly volunteered to help the single mother next door with household chores and yard work, hoping to be repaid with an unguarded glimpse of the heavenly slit between Ms. Hooves’ chubby thighs. Now, he was experiencing that well used marehood firsthoof, stretching it tight around his cock and making Derpy feel like a young and blushing virgin once again.

Standing behind Cheese with their muzzles under his sweaty barrel were Lyra and Bon Bon, a couple united in love... and in the need to hungrily slobber over Cheese’s overtaxed and musky balls. To cap it off, Cheerilee, his former teacher, had shoved her muzzle up his ass and was educating his sensitive prostate with her wide, wet tongue. It all felt wonderful beyond his wildest dreams, but Lil’ Cheese couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy at performing such debauchery in front of Princess Flurry Heart, his sudden royal wife.

“Flurry, are you really sure this is OK?” Lil’ Cheese asked.

“Hrm?” Flurry Heart looked up from her supper of Rainbow Dash’s sperm leaking pussy. “Yeah, it’s fine, babe. Satisfy these peasants, and the ones waiting outside, and I’ll let you screw me again.” This is how Mum does it... right? she thought to herself, as she bent her neck again to taste the rainbow. Mmm, he tastes even better from somepony else’s pussy...

Satisfied at this assurance of his own fidelity, Lil’ Cheese continued making tender love to his next door neighbour, enjoying the plapping of her fat butt cheeks against his thighs, the greedy squeezing of her cunt upon his eager shaft. His orgasms were becoming further and further apart as his young cock got more and more use, and he’d already made Derpy cum once, with his own climax only now on the approach. He was constantly stiff (thanks to one of Flurry Heart’s useful spells), and with his new experience he now could last long enough within a mare to truly satisfy her.

Yet nutting still felt far too good... it was so hard to give up his own pleasure and focus entirely on the mare! He knew that soon he’d have to stop making excuses and retire into privacy with his new bride. Flurry Heart deserved his full attention, and all the sperm he’d produce for the rest of the month. Sperm he could vigorously unleash inside her without worrying about breaking his vow!

I’ll get started with No Nut November for real... Cheese Pie promised himself, even as his pleasure mounted yet again and his balls began to clench in Lyra and Bon Bon’s sucking mouths. Right after I help out these nice ladies. Ms. Hooves is our neighbour, after all, and Cheerilee was such a good teacher! They’ve always been so kind to me, it’s the least I can do...

10. We'll Get 'Em Next Time!

November 30, 11:50 P.M.

“Princess Luna, this feels amazing!” Lil’ Cheese kissed the back of his lover’s neck as he slid his dick back and forth inside the truly magical marehood of the retired Princess. She might be a thousand years old, but Luna had the tiniest pussy with the tightest grip of any Cheese had fucked so far. And Cheese had tried out a lot of pussy over the past month!

Yet despite all the temptations (temptations he was constantly yielding to), Lil’ Cheese kept telling himself that he only had eyes for Flurry Heart. For nearly a month now, the couple’s honeymoon had been never ending... yet ever since that first day, Cheese hardly got to make love to his wife at all! He was always too busy pleasuring other mares... mares that Flurry brought to him and demanded that he satisfy! From the girls he'd gone to school with, to the heights of Canterlot nobility, there seemed to be no end to them!

This was just becoming ridiculous... surely at some point, a husband was expected to be faithful to his wife! Sure, his father fucked other mares, in fact he fucked them constantly, but there was never the slightest question that his heart belonged to his true love, Pinkie Pie. Lil’ Cheese just wanted a special somepony who would share that kind of love with him!

“Ahh, Prince Pie...” Luna sighed, her dark plothole winking at him like an eclipsed moon as he thrust into her slippery cunt. “Thy tender heart is as pure as thy stallionhood is brutish and strong. Had young Flurry Heart not claimed thy noble hoof in marriage, I should take thee for my own consort, and snuggle thee always!”

“Eh, you can have him,” Flurry Heart shrugged from atop Lil’ Cheese’s bed, where she lay in a most passionate embrace with Posey Shy, Nurse Redheart, and Twist, enjoying the afterglow of an epic lesbian fourway. “I’m mostly into mares, anyways. I just needed to marry a huge cock with good genes to get my parents off my back.”

“W-wait...” Lil’ Cheese frowned. His dick began to soften inside Princess Luna, until a clench of her marehood and a fierce magical stroking reminded him of his royal duties. “Flurry, I thought you loved me!”

“Awww, babe, I do love part of you!” The young princess smiled as Nurse Redheart kissed and rubbed her barrel, which had gone from firm and taut to suspiciously pudgy and round over the last 30 days. “I’ll see you later, Cheese,” Flurry Heart announced cheerfully. “I’ll send a messenger when our heir is born!” With a flash of magic, the greedy alicorn and her pile of concubines teleported away to parts unknown.

“H-heir?” Lil’ Cheese wondered with amazement. Was he going to become a father at the age of 18? Had he knocked up a Princess? When were they going to have the actual wedding? He was so confused!

“Fear not, young stud,” Luna soothed. “An alicorn’s cravings are not to be so easily sated. Your wife will soon return for more of thy codpiece stuffer... and whilst she dallies with her concubines, I do not mind being the ‘hot goth mommy’ that thou seekest.”

“H-hot goth mommy?” Cheese cried out. He found his cheeks burning a bright red. To hear Luna say this phrase was the very answer to his prayers! Albeit they were prayers shamefully issued at the climax of his nighttime clop sessions... prayers he now wished had gone unheard!

“Banish that blush, young stallion, for I hath seen thy dreams, and ’twas I thou dreamt of. Each night henceforth I shall be thy queen of the passions. Most eagerly I shall fulfill the darkest of thy secrets, and act as thy plaything to carry out the most shameful fantasies.”

“I’m sorry, Princess Luna, but I-I can’t do what you want! It’s wrong!” Lil’ Cheese was determined at last to put his hoof down and fight for his marriage... though he couldn’t seem to stop moving his hips back and forth, pleasuring both Luna and himself with every thrust.

“Haha, fear not!” Luna laughed lightly. “You think me old fashioned, yet Twilight hath quite thoroughly explained to me the modern notion of the ‘age of consent.’ As thou hath met that sacred marker, our nocturnal unions will commit no wrongdoing. Now, as for thy waking hours... I trust thou hath met my hoofmaiden, Pumpkin Cake?”

The door to Cheese’s bedroom opened and a new temptation trotted gracefully inside. With a makeover and a new wardrobe, Pumpkin Cake had been transformed from a wannabe emo punk to a gothic goddess. She wore a long black velvet dress which showcased a body custom built to tempt and torment young stallions: tightly cupping a coveted plot, then dipping open below the barrel to reveal vast and pale crotch-cleavage, acres of teat flesh untouched by a single sunbeam. Mascara artfully dripped down Pumpkin’s muzzle in inky teardrops, and her dyed black mane flowed with a portion of Luna’s borrowed magic. This vision of dark loveliness knelt before the Princess she served, her eyes downcast. Lil’ Cheese simply had to catch his breath at the sight... she was beautiful!

“Arise, young servant,” Luna commanded as Lil’ Cheese pounded into her. “I entrust the corruption of this innocent to you. Make of him a beast, cruel in his appetites, ceaseless in his attentions. And mind thou do all thou canst to ensure that when my lover falleth asleep, his monstrous shaft be completely drained. Only then shall his cock slumber deeply enough that it be fully present in the world of dreams... and able to satisfy me like none other.”

“You can count on me!” Pumpkin Cake assured with a salute. “B-but wait, Princess Luna, there’s something you need to know.”

“Then tarry not with thy telling!” Luna demanded.

“Lil’ Cheese promised me that he would do No Nut November, but he’s done nothing but fuck and cum in other mares, all month long!” Pumpkin Cake stomped her hoof, as practically the only female in Ponyville who hadn’t felt that cock gushing a fat load into her creaming pussy. “It’s not fair!” she whined.

Luna frowned, and Lil’ Cheese shuddered as he heard a distant thunderclap. "Hrm, a promise broken is serious indeed," the powerful alicorn mused. "Yet such foolish notions have no place amongst my servants. The true magic of the night may be found in passionate lust, not the suppression thereof.

“It is well that thou hath warned me, servant Pumpkin. To counteract the influence of this vile November of No Nuts, I hereby revive the ancient festival of Saturneighlia!” Luna whinnied with pleasure as Lil’ Cheese’s thrusting cock brought her to a squirting orgasm, right at the most dramatic moment of her announcement. “'Twill be a time of unrestrained pleasure, a last bursting forth of life before the reign of winter beginneth. Amor omnia vincit! It shall be as I decree!”

“Thank you, Princess,” Pumpkin Cake smiled grimly as yet another dark and ancient party was added to Equestria’s calendar. “My parents will prepare a sacrifice of cupcakes, and Pinkie will invent some games... we’ll have the best Saturneighlia ever!”

“Forsooth! As for you, young Prince Pie...” Luna looked behind her and examined her lover sternly even as he thrust mightily into her insides, trying desperately to fuck his way out of the trouble he’d found himself in. “We must devise a suitable punishment for so utterly breaking thy promise to my servant Pumpkin.”

“P-please, Princess, have mercy!” Lil’ Cheese begged. “I have a wife, and a foal on the way! I think...”

“Mercy is a commoner’s privilege,” Luna informed haughtily. “Royalty must set an example, and your high status merits an ever greater punishment. During Saturneighlia, neigh, for the full month of December, I declare thy magnificent stallionhood free for the use and enjoyment of all who wish it! Yes, young Prince, you will soon learn the true meaning of noblesse oblige. Huzzah!”

“B-but I couldn’t help it!” Cheese protested. “I didn’t set out to fuck all these mares... it’s just that you’re all so beautiful, and I wanted to make you feel good!”

“Cease such uncouth brattery and accept thy punishment humbly,” Luna warned, “lest I extend its duration through January as well. Now, I must away, to shop for Hearths Warming presents!” The Princess of the Night glanced at the ominously ticking clock on Lil’ Cheese’s bedroom wall. “By my troth, I swear these sales beginneth earlier each year...” With that, she teleported off of Lil’ Cheese’s dick, leaving it slick with juices.

If Cheese thought that Luna’s absence meant a respite from the mares who loved and craved him, he was quite mistaken. Pumpkin Cake turned and flaunted her gothic cathedral of a cake fed dumptruck, shaking her hips through her black dress in a way no stallion could resist. “You heard Princess Luna,” she sneered. “Buck my plot.”

“Y-yes, dark mistress.” Cheese’s front hooves gripped Pumpkin Cake’s withers and his cock slipped through the heart shaped hole in the back of her dress. His flare stretched her ponut mightily, making her gasp and bite her pierced lip. “Nnngggh, that’s it, keep going, little bro...” she moaned. “Quench my darkened soul with horny butt sex!”

The sweat of nervous stress dripped down Lil’ Cheese’s neck as the clock on his wall ticked ever closer to midnight, the moment when his cock would become community property, by royal decree. Already he heard the chatter of mares growing outside his bedroom door, and his mother’s squeaky voice trying to keep order in her household.

“Oh, hi, Apple Slice!... Yeah, of course, if Cheezy’s cool with it, get in line! Geeze, stop pushing, girls! You’ll each get your turn with my son and his thick 17 inch donger! Now, condoms are 5 bits a piece, but riding bareback is free! I’m not getting any younger, and I want lots of grandfoals to cuddle and love!”

As Pumpkin Cake’s eager plothole milked his cock, seeking to extract what felt like his thousandth virile load in a row, Lil’ Cheese just had to sigh and resign himself to the life of a stud that awaited him. His No Nut November had been quite the draining and exhausting experience. Yet compared to the Free Use December that was about to dawn, it was all but certain that he would soon look back upon it as a relaxing vacation...

1. No WHAT November?

“Cheese, I’m worried about Cheese,” Pinkie Pie stated sadly. She stood upon a ladder and picked down the streamers from last night’s Nightmare Night party, as her faithful (and sometimes excitingly unfaithful!) husband swept the floor beneath her. “He’s been 18 for a whole week, and he’s never even been on a date! Last night I kept encouraging him to talk to that nice mare, Orchard Blossom, but he wouldn’t budge!”

Cheese Sandwich rolled his eyes as he pushed the broom forward with his mouth, cleaning up cupcake crumbs and condom wrappers. “Pinkie, Orchard Blossom is Big Mac’s drag persona. He’s our age, and he’s married.”

“Huh?” Pinkie blushed as she thought back to what she’d done with “Orchard Blossom” the previous night. “Ooops! Wow, I thought her pussy tasted weird. It would be a cool ship name, though... Mac and Cheese!”

“Don’t rush him, please,” Cheese Sandwich urged his wife. “Lil’ Cheese has grown up into a fine stallion, and he’ll make somepony very happy one day. He’s just a bit shy. You were shy, once.”

“Yeah, when I was a little filly!” Pinkie stomped her hoof at the top of her ladder, which creaked and swayed beneath her large and ever jiggling plot. “I lost my virginity ten minutes after midnight on my 18th birthday!” Despite the night of utter costumed depravity she’d just been through, the heavyset earth pony let out a loud wink at the thought of her even wilder younger days. “It’s been a week, and Lil’ Cheese hasn’t even been part of a bukkake yet! Our son is way behind!”

Cheese Sandwich set down his broom, lovingly pressed his tongue into his wife’s bare and quivering pussy and began to tenderly eat her out as she stood on the shaking ladder. “Pinkie, give him time,” he urged between licks. “Let him find the right mare or stallion for him. I was a virgin when I met you, and I wouldn’t have wanted anything else.”

“Huh? A virgin?” Pinkie’s cunt seized around her husband’s talented tongue, bringing back the memory of the day they’d first met. Her two sore and gaping lower holes, her throat clogged with yummy Cheese-y semen, that perfect dick dominating every one of her senses... “You sure didn’t fuck like a virgin!”

“You hatefucked me because you thought I was stealing your business, remember?”

“Oh yeah, I did most of the actual fucking!” Pinkie put a thoughtful hoof to her chin as she casually squirted marecum all over her husband’s muzzle. “Say, honey bun, do you remember when Princess Cadance visited us in the hospital, the day Lil’ Cheese was born?”

Cheese Sandwich licked up the juices of his wife’s quicky orgasm and hugged her around her voluptuous plot. “Of course, Pinkie. That was the happiest day of my life — even more wonderful than our wedding day, or the time we had a threeway with Princess Twilight.”

“Those were the same day, silly! Geeze, who knew Twilight took prima nocta so seriously?” Pinkie frowned as she remembered Equestria’s ruler crying out with pleasure as Cheese Sandwich mounted her. She didn’t mind sharing her cutie stud with her bestest friend, but couldn’t it have waited until after the ceremony? Even her parents were cheering him on! So embarrassing!

“Anyways,” Pinkie continued, stepping down from the ladder, “just after Lil’ Cheese popped out of Mama Pinkie’s foal funnel, Cadance gave me a magical jewel that would protect him and keep him safe. All these years, I’ve locked it away in my pastry safe, next to my top secret cupcake recipe.”

“You mean the recipe you have a whole song about, which you sing constantly?” Cheese Sandwich muttered.

“B-but I’m not sure if I did the right thing, keeping it locked up for so long.” Pinkie began to sniffle. “I only wanted to protect the innocence of our precious foal, but, now that he’s grown up... m-maybe it’s too good at protecting his innocence! Maybe that’s why he’s not a stud like his daddy! Maybe it’s my fault!”

Cheese Sandwich hugged Pinkie, from the front this time, allowing his sensitive wife’s tears to fall on his comforting wither. “There there, Pinkie, there’s no need to cry. Go get the jewel out of your safe. We’ll go back to Cadance and see if she can adjust the magic.” The no longer youthful, yet still handsome stallion smiled proudly at the thought of his grown up son. “We still want to protect Lil’ Cheese from foalnappers and evil changelings and all that... but protecting him from sex? Not so much!”

“Oh, Cheese, you know just what to say... and where to lick...” Pinkie shoved her well endowed plot in her husband’s face again, hoping he would take the hint. Her cunny had just enjoyed a splenderifous orgasm under Cheese’s tongue, but a girl’s butt hole needed love, too!

“Sorry, Pinkie, I’d love to munch that ponut, but I have to head out,” Cheese Sandwich stated reluctantly. “Filthy Rich and Spoiled Milk’s divorceaversary party is today.” Cheese shook his head as he visualized the lavish orgy ahead of him. “Ever since they split up, they just can’t keep their hooves off each other...”

“Maybe we should get divorced, just so we can get married again!” Pinkie cheered. “Then we can have a divorceaversay party every year, and two anniversary parties!”

Cheese smiled even as he shook his head. “Never, Pinkie. Every day with you is a party. I wouldn’t want our marriage to end, even for a moment.”

“Aww, you’re sweet! I’ve got a fun idea — let’s bang!” Pinkie presented her ever ready and winking rear holes yet again to her husband.

Cheese bit his lip, so sorely tempted to throw away all of his plans and boink his wife all day long... “I’m afraid I really must go, honey bun,” he stated reluctantly. “Will you be OK without me? It’s the start of November, after all.”

“I’m fine, baby, duh!” What was up with Cheese? November was her 9th favourite month! “You can plow me when you get back! Have a blast at the party!”

“I’m hosting the party, Pinkie, I’m not a guest.”

“Yeah, I know! Have fun!”

As she waved goodbye to her one and only sweetheart, Pinkie gulped down a mouthful of cum from the Chalice of Life, a magical artifact she’d gotten from Twilight many years ago, when she was having trouble with a low-pastry diet. [As seen in Pinketosis, true believers! —Pillowfight] This super duper amazing cup gathered the cum from masturbating stallions all over Equestria, turning all that once wasted seed into an endless, protein filled energy drink that kept Pinkie’s body trim and slim... well, pleasingly plump... well, at least it tasted great! Yum yum!

Her hunger for semen temporarily sated, the thiccest and thirstiest mare in Ponyville pressed a special place on her shelf of cookbooks and trotted into her secret baking lair as the hidden door opened. She dialed the combination to her top secret pastry safe: 6 for the Elements of Harmony, 9 for the size of Cheese Sandwich’s cock, 69 for their favourite activity, 7017 for how many times they’d performed that activity... geeze, only 7017? She really needed to update this combination!

As the safe swung open, Pinkie found the tears returning at the thought of Lil’ Cheese finally becoming a stallion. Sure, she wanted her son to be happy, but oh, how she hated to picture him shoving his weenie into some unworthy mare’s party place!

Finally Pinkie understood why Cheese Sandwich’s mother had been so angry that Hearth’s Warming morning when she’d caught Pinkie hiding beneath her son’s cozy blankets, giving Cheese the early morning gift of her wet, slick throat. In Pickle Sandwich’s eyes, even the Element of Laughter was a lowdown son-stealer. At last, Pinkie now saw her mother-in-law’s perspective on things. There wasn’t a mare or stallion in Equestria good enough for her precious little baby!

Yet with a sigh, Pinkie knew that a mother’s love could only take Li’l Cheese so far in life. “He has to grow up sometime...” she admitted. “He’s 18 now, he ought to be out there slaying hoes... even if it breaks poor Mama Pinkie’s heart.”

Pinkie took Princess Cadance’s jewel out of the safe, discovering that it smelled sweet and was sticky to her hoof. Casting her eyes about just in case Cadance was somehow watching her, Pinkie Pie did what Pinkie Pie always did with magical artifacts: she stuck her tongue out and licked it. The taste was familiar... yet utterly confusing!

“Huh? This is made out of candy!” Pinkie burst out. A second lick at the “jewel” only confirmed the sticky, sweet taste. “Hrm... was it always candy?” Pinkie tried to think back 18 years, to the aftermath of Cheese’s birth, recalling a conversation she’d barely overheard between Princess Cadance and Twilight’s yummy DILF of a brother...

“Just do something to stop that crying, Cady. She just gave birth! She’s over-emotional!”

“What are you implying, Shiny?”

“N-Nothing! Here, give her this piece of Crystal Empire rock candy. I brought it for Maud, but... tell her it’s magic and it’ll protect her baby.”

“You want me to lie to Pinkie Pie?”

“It’ll be fine. I promise you, she’ll stop crying, get distracted, eat the candy and forget all about it.”

“You do know Twilight’s friends better than I do, so I suppose it’s worth a try...”

Hmph! Shining Armour had underestimated how much Pinkie cared about protecting Lil’ Cheese! She’d held on to this magical piece of candy for 18 whole years, even in those dark days of the vanilla shortage when there hadn’t been a single cupcake in the house! But now things were different... Pinkie had to eat this candy! She had to set her precious son free, so he could become a big, strong stud like his daddy!

Pinkie Pie absent mindedly popped the candy into her mouth and began to ponder as she slurped on the sweet, yet slightly stale taste. Now that she could admit that her son needed to get laid, maybe she could give him a little extra help. It wouldn’t be so bad to have her pride and joy stuffing pony pussies all over town... especially if she got to watch! Maybe Lil’ Cheese could even get some quality bonding time with his Dad, as they spitroasted some slut together! Oooh, that’s so damn hot...

Pinkie excitedly trotted back into the oversized party room of her custom built home. Hanging on one wall was the family’s new “telephone,” one of many amazing inventions introduced to Equestria under Twilight Sparkle’s reign. There was no limit to the silly pranks you could play over the telephone, but it had lots of useful purposes, like inviting ponies to parties, and talking dirty with hubby when he was out of town, and... probably other stuff too!

Pinkie picked up the receiver with one hoof and held the plastic cup to her perky ear. “Thanks for using Ponyville Telecom, how can I direct your call?” she heard the tinny voice at the other end of the line.

“Oh, hi, Lyra.” Pinkie loudly slurped on the rock candy as she tried to think of who to call for sexy aid.

“Pinkie, are you eating lunch?”

“Nah, just sucking on something tasty! Hey, have ya heard any new dirt around town?”

“Ooh, yeah, I just found out! Vinyl got a piercing, and you’ll never guess where?”

Pinkie loved a challenge. She thought so hard, smoke came out of her ears, and finally she had the answer. “Is it in her clit, like the other piercing?”

“Wow, good guess!”

“Nice, that’ll be fun ta lick!”

“It sure is! Anyways, who did you want to call?”

With a flash of insight, Pinkie realized exactly who she could recruit as her partner in getting Lil’ Cheese laid — Lyra herself! The fun loving unicorn might be a lesbian, but she was also the biggest gossip in Ponyville. That’s why she’d taken the job as telephone operator, after all — so she could learn, and share, everypony’s secrets!

“Actually, Lyra, I wanted to tell you something really important. My son has a real big dick!” Pinkie practically snickered as her foolproof plan swung into action. Mares liked big dicks, right? The bigger the better! Pinkie loved ’em all, big and small, but not everypony could be as accepting as the Element of Laughter!

“Interesting.” Pinkie heard the gasp from the other end of the line. There was a sharpness to Lyra’s breath that she hadn’t expected from the devoted clam slammer. “How big?”

“Erm...” Pinkie hadn’t actually seen her son’s ding-dong for many years. But Cheese Sandwich sported 9 thick inches that popped out of his sheath several times a day to provide the most perfect of Pinkie pleasures, and Lil’ Cheese took after his father in so many ways, so 9 inches was probably—

“Because speaking personally, I only go for for the really big ones.”

Pinkie gulped. “Y-you mean, you’re a hot bi babe too?” From all those romantic picnics and public makeouts, she’d always thought Lyra and Bon Bon were the lezziest of lesbians! But she’d assumed the same about Applejack and Rainbow Dash, until she’d learned about Sweet Apple Acres’ secret stable of perpetually exhausted boy toys. Was no sapphic couple in Ponyville free from the temptations of fat, pussy pleasing stallion schlong?

“I’m n-not bi!” Lyra’s voice became sloppy as though her mouth was full of unexpected drool. “Stallions do nothing for me! But stallion cocks? Ooh, that’s a different story. I see a big slab of meat and I just have to drop to my knees. But he’s got to be HUGE, Pinkie. I have my pride. Bon Bon and I won’t blow anything less than 12 inches.”

“12 inches!” Pinkie lied. “That’s exactly his size! How did you guess?” Nopony would check, right? Mares didn’t keep rulers around to measure awesome dongs, they just dipped their heads and started sucking! At least, that’s what Pinkie did...

“Oh, fuuuck...” A loud squelching sound came over the wires, like a mare furiously clopping. Nah, that couldn’t be it. Lyra was probably just walking through a mud puddle! “Your cute little son is packing a footlong?”

“Yep!” Pinkie stated cheerfully. “Big and stiff, and ready to party with any and all ponies who like extra large dongers!” She slurped on the candy that had been “protecting” Lil’ Cheese from getting out there and finding true love. It was licked down to a speck, just about small enough to swallow. “I’ve been sucking on his rock candy the whole time I’ve been on the phone with you, and it’s almost ready to slide down my throat!”

“Whoa! I didn’t need to hear that, Pinkie. Seriously TMI. No judgement, though! I’ll talk to you later, OK?” Lyra hurriedly hung up the phone.

Pinkie smiled as she swallowed the tiny sliver of candy that was all that remained of Cadance’s protective jewel. Lucky she remembered about this tasty magic nugget before Lil’ Cheese became an old and bitter virgin. Now his future was bright! Lyra would spread the word along, and soon her son would have all the pretty mares and cute stallions he could handle, all looking to sproing into bed with him!

Eeyup, Pinkie Pie was the best mommy ever! It was time to reward herself with another yummy mouthful of spunk, courtesy of the Chalice of Life! Pinkie reached for the familiar cup and put the stained rim to her hungry lips, a suggestive slurping sound coming from her lips as she gulped away at... nothing!

“That’s super weird!” Pinkie observed, peering into the empty Chalice. Usually the magical cup filled up right away with fresh goo whenever she gulped its contents down, but today... what was wrong? The most dependable thing in Equestria was a stallion’s need to clop off regularly! With so many horny guys constantly whacking it to the countless gorgeous mares of Equestria, why would that river of seed ever stop flowing?

“Aww, why’d Cheese have to plan a party today?” Pinkie grumbled as a single pang of hunger began to echo in her prodigious tummy. “I should have drained his balls before he left, just in case something went wrong with this dumb Chalice!” Magic items could sometimes break down, but Cheese Sandwich’s erection never failed — not with his wife ever ready to gluck out a polka medley with the fast paced bobbing of her head on his dick!

“When’s my honey stud coming back, anyways?” Pinkie gave the Chalice a good whack and let it sit to refill as she trotted over to the party calendar she shared with Cheese. This handy tool was essential to the workings of the family’s busy business, yet it was still stuck on October, with a smiling pumpkin sticker marking the date of the just completed Nightmare Night party. Pinkie lifted up the page and gasped as she saw her husband’s hoofwriting in vivid red atop today’s date, November 1.

DANGER! BE CAREFUL, PINKIE!
NO NUT NOVEMBER BEGINS!

“Hrm, that’s weird,” Pinkie mused. “I always keep plenty of nuts around for baking. What the heck is my cutie pie so worried about?”

As she so often did, Pinkie automatically reached for the Chalice of Life once again... only to find that there still wasn’t a drop of sperm inside! The Chalice was dry! Utterly dry! It wasn’t filling back up, like it should! Something was wrong!

Pinkie’s eyes began to water with tears, and even worse, her tummy rumbled with a hunger she hadn’t felt for a long, long time. A hunger for hot, fresh stallion seed in unbelievable quantities. A horrible hunger she knew she would do anything to satisfy, even if it meant... cheating on her husband!

“Uh-oh...” Pinkie moaned to herself, the hunger growing by leaps and bounds even as she spoke. Then she casually shrugged. “Welp, he knew what he was getting when he married me!”

Princess Cadenza Mi Amore of the Crystal Empire trotted happily from the small washroom attached to her private office, rubbing her mane with a towel. “Wow, Shiny, I don’t know what just happened, but I feel great!” she smiled. “It’s like I’d been casting a spell for years without even knowing it, and then the magic suddenly returned to me! I feel a good 18 years younger!”

“T-that’s nice, honey,” her husband murmured. “Good for you!” His hindquarters moved ferociously as he drove his dick into the clasping cunt of Ruby Glitter, Cadance’s personal secretary. His front hooves shook his wife’s royal desk, pushing papers and quill pens onto the floor. His dick was clearly visible inside the petite crystal pony, rearranging her guts with a brutal yet loving power.

Cadance felt her perpetually wet pussy throb and wink at the sight of Ruby’s pulsating cervix, sucking on the tip of her husband’s mighty shaft like a lover’s kiss. She’d always loved to watch Shiny with other mares, but the Crystal Empire and its transparent citizens were a positive voyeur’s delight!

“Having a little trouble with the medial ring, eh, Ruby? I know just the thing.” Cadance got behind her husband and planted her lips on his plothole, sucking fiercely and lashing the sweaty donut with her tongue. Shining Armour yelped with surprise and his hips plunged forward, plowing the thickest part of his cock deep into Ruby’s transparent guts and sending his flare deep into her eagerly opening womb.

“I see that Ruby has explained the situation to you,” Cadance continued. “Thanks for helping out, Shiny. Her coltfriend is doing that dumb No Nut November thing, and you know that a girl needs regular relief.”

“I’m happy to help, b-but it’s only the first of the month!” Even as he protested, the middle aged stud drew back his hips and pumped another powerful thrust into the moaning crystal pony beneath him, making her pussy squirt a crystal clear juice onto the floor of Cadance’s private office.

“So it is, Shiny,” Cadance agreed. “You’d best pace yourself. I read a report saying that 73% of our stallion subjects are doing No Nut this year. I need you in top form, or we’re going to have a revolt on our hooves.” Cadance refastened her mouth on her husband’s butt hole, tickling his P-spot with a plunging tongue while carefully caressing his balls in her glowing magical aura. “Fortunately, with all this new energy I seem to have, I can keep you going all month if I have to.”

“Thank you, Princess!” Ruby Glitter bit her lip as the orgasm she’d been denied for hours hit her like a gingerbread train. “I needed this, so bad!”

“Oh, of course, Ruby,” Cadance smiled cheerfully. “My husband is happy to serve — especially when it means he gets to fuck a young, tight mare like yourself.”

“C-Cadance, I’m cumming, too!” Shining cried out.

“Fill her to the brim, Shiny,” Cadance murmured, smooching bright pink lipstick kisses onto her beloved’s asshole. “Give her a royal bastard for me, let it all out.” Shiny’s tail twitched most violently as he groaned and unloaded litres of royal sperm into the neglected mare.

“Oh, baby, oh, Cadance!” he groaned with every massive pulse of seed up the fat pipe of mighty horsecock he wielded. What a sweet and understanding wife! She provided him with an endless supply of young holes to plow... and the experienced warmth of true love’s cunt to wring the very last drops from his balls each night!

“Mmm...” Cadance licked at the gushing river of sperm that overflowed Ruby Glitter’s tiny confines. Ruby’s womb now sloshed with the life giving liquid, so full up that the crystal pony’s body now resembled a glass bottle full of milk. “Feeling better, Ruby?”

“So much better, your highness,” Ruby gasped, panting for breath. “Thank you for showing me such generosity with your stud.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all.” Cadance dismissed her servant with a wave of her hoof. “And Ruby, please send in Admiral Sweetcheeks on your way out. I hear her husband wouldn’t gape her ponut this morning — for shame!”

“Yes, Princess.” Ruby Glitter bowed and limped out of the throne room, leaking seed from her opened and well satisfied snatch.

“But first, a little aftercare for my handsome, obedient hubby.” The dominant cuckquean climbed onto her desk, tenderly embraced her exhausted husband and kissed him deeply. “Mmm, so gentle, yet so powerful... now, sweetheart, I believe you came into my office to ask me something?”

“Oh... y-yeah... have you seen Flurry Heart recently?” asked Shining Armour, as Cadance’s tongue pressed gently into his mouth.

“Of course, dear, just this morning! She said she was off to Canterlot to consult with Twilight.” Cadance slowly worked her way down her husband’s barrel, kissing his firm and sweaty body until her mouth found itself worshipping the slick, cummy shaft that had just satisfied her secretary. “Mmm, you’re still my favourite flavour, Shiny, even after all these years...”

Shining tried to focus on the issue at hoof. “We need to have a talk with Flurry,” he insisted. “I found one of her concubines tied up in her bedroom after she left. I had to undo the knots and give her some water.” He shook his head even as his wife cleaned another mare’s tangy cum from his unremitting royal sceptre. “21 years old, and she still won’t put away her toys...”

3. The Curious Case of the Bi-Curious Lesbians

“12 inches, Bon Bon.” Lyra held her hooves apart for a demonstration. “That sweet little colt we used to foalsit is packing a full foot of fat, lesbian pleasing dick!” (Little did she know that Lil’ Cheese actually had inches to spare on top of Pinkie Pie’s exaggerated fib!)

Bon Bon looked up from her magazine and sighed with disgust. “Down, girl!” she ordered. Lyra instantly obeyed her wife’s command, kneeling on the floor before the sofa and gazing up at her with longing eyes. Subby little Lyra always trusted that her beloved Domme Domme knew what was best for excitable unicorn fillies like her.

“I-I’m sorry, Mistress,” Lyra whined. “But Pinkie got me so hot and horny, talking about her hung little son!”

“I know we’re perverts, baby,” Bon Bon chided, “but you can’t talk about stallions like they’re meat.”

“But they love it!” Lyra protested. “And so do we...”

“You’ve got a point...” Bon Bon reluctantly set down the latest issue of “Big Backdoor Boners,” which she subscribed to only to remind herself that she wasn’t bisexual. Sometimes she had to “remind” herself two or three times a day. The earth pony leaned down and pressed her lips against her wife’s sensitive horn, forgiving her with a kiss. “Wait... how does Pinkie know how big her son’s dick is?”

Lyra leapt up from her submissive position excitedly. “You’re not going to believe this, but she was blowing him while she was talking to me on the phone!”

“Whoa! That’s so raunchy! But, hold up, is Cheese Pie even 18 yet? I don’t want us to end up in mare jail! Not for that, I mean... a weekend visit can be fun.”

Lyra was caught up short. Pinkie was as ditzy as they came (and Pinkie came a lot,) but even she wouldn’t suck off a colt, let alone feed her own underaged son into the meat grinder of Ponyville’s horny mares. Would she? Nawww... The kinky unicorn rummaged in a pile of muffin scented mail and pulled out a flyer the happy couple had found slipped under their door recently.

“Check it out, honey,” she stated triumphantly. “Remember this?” Bon Bon took the flyer and quickly read it.

Cheese Pie turns 18 on Saturday... and you know what that means!!!
Big party! The biggest party!!!
Cake, ice cream, games and “adult drinks!”
8PM til LATE LATE LATE!
Mama Pinkie will be watching the whole time, so no funny business!

“That was last week,” Lyra reminded her wife. “Cheese Pie is definitely 18 now.”

“Oh, yeah, but we skipped the party.” Bon Bon tapped on the last line of the flyer, Pinkie’s pledge to spoil the fun of any mare who took an eye to her newly legal son. “Geeze, she can be so overprotective sometimes...”

“That’s just it, babe. If we didn’t go, then neither did Cheerilee, or Spoiled Milk, or Derpy!” Lyra excitedly named Ponyville’s most vicious cougars, a trio who were always in heated competition with each other for young stallion meat. Over the years, nerds like Pipsqueak and Featherweight, and duds such as Snips and Snails, had been whipped into virile and hard bodied studs by this pack of demanding MILFs. Yet even Granny Smith in her colt stealing prime would have known better than to risk Pinkie Pie’s anger by seducing her innocent son!

“Hrm... what about Fluttershy?” Bon Bon queried. “I’m sure she was at Lil’ Cheese’s party.” The seemingly gentle pegasus was known as Ponyville’s premiere virgin killer. Her presence at an 18th birthday party meant that the birthday stallion or mare was likely to enjoy a very special “present” indeed. She was so skilled at sweet talking parents that moms and dads beamed with pride when she crept quietly out of the bedroom and said good night, leaving her latest conquest drained and smiling within.

“Even Fluttershy wouldn’t make a move unless Pinkie said it was OK. I’m telling you, Bon Bon, Cheese Pie’s been 18 for a week and he’s had nothing except BJs from mommy. That’s extremely weird, and strangely arousing, but my point is he’s still a virgin!”

Lyra knew she’d said the magic word. There was no fantasy her Mistress found hotter than punching a young, hung stallion’s V-card. In this kinky family, only Lyra’s own fetish for bipeds from another dimension burned hotter. Pinkie’s overbearing nature had accidentally kept Ponyville’s slavering mob away from her spoiled femcolt of a son, leaving him virgin and defenceless!

Yet still Bon Bon shook her head, as if struggling to dispell the promise of a pleasant dream... a thick, 12 inch dream capable of spreading her wide and kissing her ovaries hello!

“Nah, if Fluttershy didn’t get him, I’m sure the CMCs did,” Bon Bon stated sourly. Although well into their 40s, she and Lyra prided themselves on staying in shape, yet the competition in Ponyville was fierce. The still youthful Cutie Mark Crusaders were even nastier and more aggressive than Ponyville’s trio of deadly cougars, quite capable of using up and discarding ten studs in a weekend without thinking twice.

Ironically, it was Lyra and Bon Bon who’d transformed the CMCs into the unstoppable sex machines they were. For many years, their humble household was well known as a place where any curious young mare was welcome to visit, and become versed in the mysteries of female lust. Scootaloo had been the first to knock on their door, just after she turned 18, with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom sniffing around soon afterwards in search of their “missing” friend. After a very frank conversation about limits and safewords, three barely legal mares had ended up bound to adjacent racks in the rec room, squealing and squirting with every feminine touch.

Day and night, Lyra and Bon Bon put all their efforts towards transforming the Cutie Mark Crusaders into the Carpet Munching Cuntlickers. The number of climaxes the older mares had enjoyed on their pupils’ tongues were beyond counting. Whips and paddles were deployed most gently, with magical creams rubbed in afterwards to soothe the pain and heal the bruises. Bon Bon’s famous caramel ballgags were essential to the training, of course — the neighbours had complained several times before of screams of passion keeping them awake.

The success rate of this vigorous regimen was a solid 100%, as naughty fillies were strictly prohibited from leaving the premises once they stepped inside. There was no exiting Lyra and Bon Bon’s School for Gifted Lesbians until each and every hole had been thoroughly “educated” by Ponyville’s top sapphists, and the newly minted mares had graduated with top honours!

The CMCs had been the best of friends before their “training,” yet afterwards they were positively inseparable. Wherever you saw Sweetie Belle in those days, she most likely had a double dildo hanging out one of her holes, and Scootaloo or Apple Bloom humping away on the other end! Even now, many years later, their provocative displays were a common sight (and scent) in Ponyville... though to be honest, Lyra couldn’t remember the last time she’d enjoyed a fourway with the happy thruple!

“Look at this, Bon Bon.” Lyra pointed at the couples’ sex chart, which confirmed a shocking lack of booty calls with the three smoking hot mares they’d introduced to fillyfooling. “The CMCs have been camping in Yakyakistan for two weeks. I’m telling you, while those sluts are 69ing in the snow, Lil’ Cheese‘s lil’ cherry is just sitting between his legs, waiting for an older mare to take it. Or two older mares.”

“Maybe you have a point,” Bon Bon admitted. “What if we told Lil’ Cheese that we had another school... you know, just for stallions?”

“Ooh,” Lyra moaned, “Young, innocent stallions who are cute and super hung...”

“So hot.... work your magic, babe. Make me a lollipop that I can suck on.”

“Of course, Mistress.” With the cast of a familiar spell, Lyra summoned a dildo made of magical force and pressed the flare against her wife’s beautiful lips. Dabs of eager saliva swiftly covered the phallic shaft as Bon Bon eagerly began to worship the fake dick, slobbering and licking.

“Yeah, just like this,” Bon Bon moaned. “We’ll start a special school where we can suck Lil’ Cheese’s cock... I mean, teach him how to get his cock sucked.”

“And we could... maybe... kiss in the middle?” Lyra asked hopefully.

“That’s so damn romantic, babe. Come over here and help.”

“Always, Mistress.” Lyra turned the dildo lengthwise, brushing it back and forth between Bon Bon’s parted lips. She pressed her own mouth against the other side of the fake cock, imagining Cheese Pie’s gentle hoof stroking her mane, pressing her closer against her wife as with each passing moment the musk of a young stud transformed the two lesbians into helpless cocksucking slaves.

Hooves dropped to wet and slippery pussies as two hungry maws stretched across the glowing outline of what Lyra imagined Lil’ Cheese’s monsterdong would look like. The mares’ tongues danced on either side of the glowing construct, their lips reaching for each other yet unable to touch across the impossible girth of the shaft.

“But a special guy like Pinkie’s son wouldn’t be satisfied with just a blowjob...” Bon Bon moaned. The dildo fizzled out as she took Lyra into her hooves and began to grind their crotches together with slow and powerful humping. Their lips could reach each other now, bringing kisses that were sloppy, passionate and almost fully sapphic. “He’d want everything we have... and what we wouldn’t offer, he would TAKE!”

“He’d fill every hole with that HUGE, young virgin dick...” Lyra grunted and frantically rubbed her sopping pussy against Bon Bon’s, trying to press their winking clits together for that special burst of pleasure. Fur sparked with the electricity of love as two mareish barrels lovingly rubbed together.

“With all that young stamina, he’d never stop, not until we were totally ruined — Oh, Lyra!” The earth pony’s large and sensitive teats pressed firmly against her wife’s smaller pair as the two crotches finally found the perfect fit.

“Oh, Bon Bon!” Two fat, winking cum buttons pressed each other with forceful finality, and those wonderful quivering spasms began, the special proof of love that only two mares could bring one another.

“Uuunnnnhhh!” Their bodies shuddering, Lyra and Bon Bon came simultaneously at the thought of being utterly dominated by a young stallion with a huge and irresistible dick. This was their favourite fantasy, one they’d shared many times with each other. After a stressful day or a bitter argument, when it seemed nothing would ever get the couple smiling at each other again, all Lyra had to do was create a ludicrously oversized schlong with her magic and start submissively kissing it in front of her wife!

Yet it was so rare to find a discrete stallion with the length and girth these orally fixated size queens demanded! For too long, they’d had to settle for teasing each other, whispering in each others’ ears whenever they saw a strong looking guy about town...

“Derpy told me that he’s got a real big one, and he knows how to use it, too...”

“Just look at those muscles, Lyra! You know what they say about pegasi with small wings...”

“Do you think you can deepthroat him all by yourself, Mistress? Or will you need me to hold you down?”

“Wow, what a package! He’d convert me with one thrust, and you wouldn’t be able to do a THING to stop him.”

Using unsuspecting stallions to supercharge their sex lives was wrong, it was shameful... and it was the hottest thing they’d ever done! Riding the sinful edge of taboo was the true key to Lyra and Bon Bon’s marriage, their secret to keeping their relationship fresh, and their bodies constantly wet and eager for each other!

Their lusts temporarily sated, the two loving mares cuddled together in the juicy afterglow. “Of course, it’s just a fantasy,” Bon Bon assured her sub. “Even if we did blow Lil’ Cheese, we’d never go further.”

“N-no, no way... we’re not into that sort of thing.” Unbidden, two sets of hips began to move once again, the just past orgasms instantly forgotten at the prospect of another round of marital pleasures. “But Pinkie really wanted me to know how big he is,” Lyra pointed out wistfully.

“How huge, and thick, and girthy,” Bon Bon moaned.

“D-do you think she wants us to show him?”

“To teach him?”

“To be his first mares? His first conquests?”

Bon Bon whimpered, picturing herself reduced to a submissive alongside her wife, with the slight young femcolt leading the couple like trained pets on leashes. “W-we couldn’t disappoint Pinkie Pie...” she pointed out.

“Lil’ Cheese is so polite,” Lyra panted. “I’m sure he’d keep the secret of our naughty heterosexual lusts...”

“Anal doesn’t count, so we could stay pure for each other...” I sure hope Lyra doesn’t know what I did with that griffon, Bon Bon thought to herself.

“Y-yeah, totally pure...” What a relief, Lyra thought, Bon Bon doesn’t suspect me and Gerald...

“Let’s do it.” With those words and a fateful kiss, Bon Bon crossed a final line. The couple’s longtime fantasy was sent down the path to becoming fat, thick, hole gaping reality. The earth pony confectioner passionately made out with her unicorn wife, even as their clits pulsed together and their thighs worked frantically. As pleasurable as this sweaty contact was, Bon Bon was now well worked up in her dick lust. She knew she wouldn’t be able to cum again without a huge cock in her mouth, or somewhere else... someplace cocks were not meant to go!

“Y-you really want to?” Lyra shivered with fear and arousal. “Are you sure, Bon Bon?”

“I’m tired of fantasies,” Bon Bon moaned. “I want to share everything with you. Let’s bring Lil’ Cheese home and screw his brains out. If we don’t like it, we’ll forget all about it, and never speak of it again.”

“B-but Mistress...”

“Yes, pet?”

“What if we do like it?”

“Then we keep going,” Bon Bon growled, “all the way... no matter what. I’m ride or die for you, baby. There’s no cock in Equestria big enough to change that.”

Lyra smiled tenderly. “You really are the best, honey bun.”

One long, wet, steamy shower later, Lyra and Bon Bon rushed about their bedroom, preparing themselves for maximum appeal to a red blooded stallion such as Lil’ Cheese. A tube of sparkly pink lipstick was dusted off and applied liberally to wet and willing mouths, and elastic ties held tails so high that pussy shots were a virtual inevitability. An entire can of hairspray was used to create the poofy manestyles that drove stallions crazy... at least, they had back when Lyra and Bon Bon were in high school!

After devising a certain sexy “birthday surprise” for Lil’ Cheese, the two mares applied the finishing touch: two blinged out golden necklaces straight from Hot Clopic, showing off the hottest new slang phrases. Lyra took POGGERS and Bon Bon declared herself a RENTAL MOMMY. This fun, sexy getup would definitely show Cheese Pie that even older ladies could be hip and cool!

Just as the girls were admiring each other in the mirror, they heard a knock at their door. Lyra opened it to behold a young and beautiful pink unicorn with a nerdishly unkempt blonde mane, standing sheepishly before them.

“Oh, erm, you’re Luster Dawn, right?” Lyra asked. “Twilight’s student?”

“Yeah, that’s me, but... why are you dressed like cheap whorses from 30 years ago?”

“N-Nightmare Night party!” Lyra stated cheerfully, formulating the perfect excuse in an instant.

“But Nightmare Night was... well, anyways...” Luster Dawn crossed her hooves shyly, seemingly intensely embarrassed by what she was about to say. “Lately I’ve been having these really weird feelings, and Princess Twilight said that you two could help me.”

Lyra and Bon Bon looked at each other, then back at the innocent unicorn. The couple were caught between two vivid, undeniable desires that couldn’t have been more different: training another young mare in the delicious ways of fillyfooling, or finally fulfilling their forbidden fantasy of being utterly dominated by huge, virgin stallion cock.

Finally Bon Bon spoke: “L-listen, kid, we’re a bit busy right now. Can you come back tomorrow?”