Harem Alliance

"You have the wrong stallion!" shouted Dance as he fell to his knees in front of the minotaur. "I'm not gay!"

"What a coincidence," chuckled the minotaur. "Neither am I. Go on, now, give us a kiss."

As Bight's dick wagged in front of Dance's nose, he was compelled by the coupon to extend his lips and press them to the soft flesh of the minotaur's cock head. As he tried to call out in protest, his tongue lapped at the underside, slurping up the musky taste of minotaur, as desired by the zebra commanding him.

"There's a good little bitch boy," smiled the minotaur. "Come, pleasure me on the couch while I tell you what's going on."

As the minotaur sat down gingerly on the couch, so as not to break it under his massive weight, the zebra mare jumped up beside him, downright tiny by comparison. She could fit quite snugly in the crook of his arm. Dance had little choice but to drop down to the floor, crawling over to the couch on his belly. He positioned himself between the minotaur's knees and started nuzzling his balls. "This is disgusting..."

"You see," started Bight, "I met Cleo, here, thirty years ago. I thought she was a kid, but after five years, she hadn't aged a day. Now, she's forty-nine, and still looks like a twenty-year-old supermodel. I count myself lucky to have found her when I did, because otherwise, she'd have been snatched up by a younger, hotter stallion. I know she can. After all, she found you, didn't she?"

Dance just groaned. Nothing good could come from this.

"You're going to want to start licking," mentioned Bight. "You don't want me to go in dry, do you?"

As Dance began to lick at the base of the minotaur's cock, leaving as much saliva as he could, Cleo giggled. "You're good at that, for not being gay. Perhaps you're not as straight as you say?"

Bight laughed along with her, running his fingers through Dance's mane, then cradling his cheek. "Worry not, my little pet. We'll make you into a cocksucker, yet."

"I don' wanna be a cokshucker," complained Dance, dragging his tongue along the underside. "An' why are you rhyning now?"

"Eh," he shrugged. "You live with a zebra long enough and their speech patterns start to rub off on you. Speaking of rubbing off on you, turn around. Let's see that arse of yours."

Dance's eyes went wide. "I changed my mind!" he shouted frantically. "I want to be a cocksucker! I do want to suck your cock! Please, please, don't put it in my arse!" Despite saying all of this, he turned around, leaned forward, and pulled his tail to the side, revealing his rear entrance.

"Oh, wow, look at those hefty balls," gushed Cleo, lifting them up in her hoof. The action caused Dance to stiffen up a bit, but not by much. "And a cock this big; You'd have hundreds of thralls."

Those words of encouragement filled him with pride, and his dick hardened. Perhaps a three-way could be arranged, with her in the middle? She obviously had a thing for guys with big dicks, so there would be a way for them all to come out happy.

Unfortunately for him, the only reason for her flattery was to have him at full length for comparison. The Minotaur cock pushed his balls apart as it came up from underneath and extended all the way forward beneath him. It was longer than his by several centimetres, and just a bit girthier. Had they been to scale, Dance would have the bigger dick, but for the first time, he'd been weighed and measured, and been found wanting. The minotaur was definitely bigger.

"I think this is the closest yet," smirked Bight. "I'll be honest with you, I was almost scared for a moment. Almost..."

Dance looked back at him, terror in his eyes.

"Oh, don't be so frightened. The deal was, if my wife brought back somepony bigger than me, they would fuck me. Since you're smaller, I'm going to fuck you, instead."

That was exactly what Dance was afraid of.

Pulling back, the minotaur pressed his cock against his flank, gripping him by the tail. "What do you think?" he asked, barely pressing his way up. "Do you think you've lubed me up enough, or should I swab your throat, first?"

"Can't you just use lube?" asked Dance, hopeful.

"Yeah, but we'd have to go pick some up, and who knows how long that would take. You should have thought of that before coming up here."

Dance opened his mouth to mention that he had a single-use tube that he kept on him at all times, just in case. He was a big guy with a big dick. He couldn't fit into most mares without a bit of help. However, no words left his lips. He tried to speak, but found that he simply could not.

"I'll take your silence to indicate that you're ready to be filled," smiled Bight sadistically. "Here we go, bitch boy. Relax that anus for me."

He tried. He really tried. He did everything in his power to reduce the tightness of his sphincter. Unfortunately, the coupon had more control over his legs than he did, and it immediately hurt the moment the tip went in. He tried to pull away from the thing that was causing him such pain, but it wasn't actually injuring him, just stretching a muscle beyond what was comfortable. It was just a big dick, not something he'd have to go to the hospital to fix, so he was not released from its power.

Bight Didn't stop at just the tip, either. Wrapping his hands around his chest, Bight picked Dance up off the floor and tilted back, letting gravity help slide him further and further in. Dance had never felt this full in his entire life, and he was pretty sure nothing was ever supposed to go this deep into him.

He kept sliding down until he could slide no further. His hooves hadn't yet reached the floor, but he could go no further. Everything was inside of him, and he could feel the tip right up in his chest. It was excruciating, and yet, it almost had this feeling of relief. Every millimetre deeper it had gone had driven up the pain exponentially, and having the whole thing inside of him meant that the worst was over.

"You ready for a ride, bitch boy?"