Rebel Without a Clop

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...