Rebel Without a Clop

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!”