Arriving at the treebrary, Barbara hurried ahead to the kitchen, her claws clacking against the wood floor. “Just prepping some snacks,” she called. “Feel free to make yourself comfy in the bedroom.”

“Hmm, don’t mind if Ah do,” AJ agreed, ascending the stairs. “Oops. Hehe, sorry,” she said when her belly bumped the first step. So, she had to arch her back a little to climb the rest. As she did, she walked with an added swagger in her step, swinging her belly from side to side so she could feel Dusk sloshing around. “Hmm, that’s nice.”

“Feels like I’m in a hammock,” Dusk noted, unbothered as stomach juices splashed around his face and body. Staring into the darkness at what he was fairly sure was the valve to the esophagus, the little stallion leaned forward and rested his snout on the orifice. “Have you ever been vored before?”

“Oh, plenty when Ah was a filly,” Apple Jack answered. Reaching the bedroom, she carefully hopped onto the bed and sat upright, leaning back so her engorged belly rested between her spread legs. “Not so much no more, though,” she added, stroking the stretched globe of fuzzy flesh. “How is it in there?”

“Hmm… hot,” Dusk murmured. “Not too hot, but sauna would definitely be a fitting analogy. My fur is soaked in sticky goo, and even before you started using your hooves, I could feel the walls massaging me.”

“Cuz mah body loves ya,” AJ snickered.

“That’s actually part of the digestive process,” Dusk corrected. “See, the body is a little confused at what’s happening right now. Normally, the stomach’s undulating walls are meant to grind digestive enzymes into the food to help break it down. However, since I’m magically protected, the result is a cozy little massage.”

“Eh, Ah like mah version better,” AJ dismissed, once more using her hooves to experiment with different actions on her stuffed middle. She giggled as she watched her belly compress under her hoof’s pressure, only to bounce back. Almost everything had a slight jiggle, and absolutely everything that touched Dusk felt divine. “Hmm, Rarity had the right idea. Who knew a bookworm would make the perfect loungin’ food.”

“Hey, I’m not food,” Dusk whined.

“Says the li’l guy in mah belly,” AJ chuckled. “So, out ‘f curiosity, how does yer girlfriend compare ta the others who’ve vored ya?”

“Hmm, different, but in a way that’s hard to describe. The smell, texture of the stomach walls, and even the taste are all pretty similar.”

“Taste?”

“I can’t keep my mouth closed forever, you know.”

“Hehe, true. Anyway, go on,” the earth mare encouraged, still rubbing herself and eyeing how her stomach gripped around the contours of her stallion’s body. The sight was enough to spark a tingle between her legs, but she chose let it simmer without touching it, at least, for a bit.

“Well, I guess you’re more like Barb than my other family,” Dusk explained, not realizing the dragon had just entered the room and oblivious to Apple Jack encouraging the reptile to remain silent. “You’ve got less space than her, but I can tell how sturdy you are.” He tapped a hoof to the back of the mare’s abs. “It makes me feel safer than a softer mare, but not quite as good for napping. Although, still doable.”

“How ‘bout how Ah’m like Barb?” AJ asked.

“Well, I guess it’s more like a mood or context. When my moms and sisters ate me, I liked it, but it always felt like kind of a chore. Whenever any of them were in a bad mood or did something that deserved rewarding, the nearest stallion was usually conscripted to ‘do his duty.’ Ugh.”

“Ah take it that never sat right with ya?”

“I mean, I didn’t hate it. They all had such nice bodies, inside and out. Heh, my sisters especially liked sitting on me, or using these things called panties to hold me between their butt cheeks while they walked around and did stuff.”

“Oh, Ah’ve heard of those,” Apple Jack interrupted. “Ah think Rarity sells ‘em. They any good?”

“From a stallion’s perspective, they’re alright,” Dusk replied. “They make it easy to hump a mare’s backside without falling off. Although, my dame didn’t like them much. She said they made ponies lazy, letting stallions not develop a proper grip while enabling mares to get away with not having a plot with enough size to be gripped.”

“Yeah, Ah heard the same. That’s why Ah never tried ‘em.” Glancing at Barb, who’d been waiting in patient silence for a while, Apple Jack repeated, “So, what about Barb?”

“Well, with Barb, it never felt like a chore, even when it was. One of my moms would say that I hadn’t been inside her in too long a while, and that stallions shouldn’t let their mares feel neglected, even if they weren’t mares.” He laughed. “They’d say that even if I’d just been inside her an hour ago. It was always annoying when they didn’t share information and coordinate like they ought to. Like, my moms would just arbitrarily declare that I needed to service a random mare in the family because she or they simply felt like I should. It was so irritating, and nothing could make them see reason. But, when it was with Barb, it wasn’t as bothersome. If she wanted to eat me, sit on me, or even get rough and use me as a living sex toy, I didn’t mind… because it was her.” Dusk paused as realization hit. “She heard all that, didn’t she?”

“Nah, had something in my ear,” Barb replied, craning her draconic neck so her large head hovered directly over the orange stomach, enabling her to exhale grand gusts of hot air that rippled across the earth mare’s fur. “Say it again.”

“Why bother? You know what I mean,” Dusk retorted, flustered.

“Yeah, but I still like hearing it,” Barbara purred, gently resting her chin atop the orange pudge as the rest of her climbed onto the bed and curled protectively around the mare while setting a tray of goodies on the nightstand. Then, staring at AJ with one eye, her lips curled in a toothy grin as she said, “So, AJ, how does it feel to not be a chore?”

“Honestly, kinda mixed,” Apple Jack admitted. “On the one hoof, it’s nice hearin’ how much mah stallion loves servicin’ me. On the other hoof, Ah’m worried if that’s how mah brother sees me.”

“Whatever you do, don’t directly ask him about it,” Barbara informed. “Healthy communication between loved ones is never a good idea. It’s far better to let things fester in silence, or maybe come up with some overcomplicated scheme that’s likely to end in a big old mess. Either way, whatever you do, don’t be direct. And especially, don’t do it in a way that maximizes his comfort, like while he’s inside you or something.”

AJ furrowed her brow. “You usually give advice like this?”

“Basically. It’s what’s gotten the best results out of this one,” Barbara replied, rubbing a claw along the earth mare’s middle.

“Noted.” AJ nodded, turning her attention back down to her stomach, cradling it in her loving arms. “What about you, Dusk?”

“What about me?”

“Well, Ah don’t know. Ya feel like doin’ anythin’ right now?”

“I’m honestly good with anything right now, but thanks for asking. Except for Barb, mares mostly just use me like a toy. D-do you ever do that with Big Mac?”

Apple Jack shrugged. “Sometimes. Well, probably a lot more than Ah should.”

“Why, though?” Dusk questioned. “When more than one mare is doing stuff with me, they always communicate to make sure they’re on the same page; the only time I’m brought up is when they talk around me or at me, like I’m just an object. Why is that?”

Apple Jack sighed. “Honestly, Ah don’t know. Ah mean, Ah get it, but Ah don’t know why. Stallions are jus’ different like that. When there’s a mare ya like, yer supposed to sweet talk her, take her on a few dates ‘n show her a good time. But with stallions… Ah don’t know, but every crush Ah’ve ever had, Ah jus’ wanna lick ‘em all over ‘n smother ‘em with mah body.”

“Same premise but different actions,” Barbara interrupted. “Speaking as an outsider, it seems like courting the different sexes follows the same basic idea, but with wholly different actions. A mare’s idea of sweet -talking a stallion usually involves projecting power by boasting all the ways she wants to dominate him. And when it comes to showing him a good time, most mares default to licking, sitting, or just pinning him under her body while she plays with him,” Barbara analytically explained.

“Celestia,” Dusk scoffed.

“What was that?” Apple Jack asked, concern heavy in her voice. She liked Dusk and dearly wished for him to like her back. However, while his behavior and views were part of his charm, they frequently left her at odds with how she’d been raised to treat a stallion. Even now, after the little guy admitted how much he preferred her stomach over the mares in his family, Apple Jack couldn’t help but worry she might have accidentally crossed an unseen line.

“Nothing,” Dusk replied with a defeated sigh, shifting around in the belly to make himself comfortable.

Reading Apple Jack’s expression, Barbara added, “For the record, you still like it when AJ and I play with you, right?”

“Well, of course I do,” Dusk replied, confused as to why Barbara would even ask such an obvious question. “Barb, you’ve been with me for all the best parts of my life. And AJ, we haven’t known each other as long, but I still cherish you, and I’m having a hard time imagining a future without either of you. The same goes for the others. I want to be with all of you forever.”

“You just have issues with how mares keep objectifying stallions,” Barbara concluded, staring pointedly at the earth mare.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Well, Ah’ll do mah best, but Ah can’t promise it’ll never happen,” Apple Jack admitted. “Even now, the more we talk about it, the more things Ah wanna try with you. Panties shouldn’t be an issue if we don’t use ‘em too often, right?”

“They also make things for the teats called bras,” Barbara playfully informed. “Even if yours aren’t that big, it seems mares get a real kick out of sticking a stallion in there. Although, I hear it’s even better if you’ve got a good-sized rack,” she added, reaching to caress one of the apple picker’s crotch boobs as her chin remained on the orange belly. Then, remembering the tray, she plucked one of the orange slices and dangled it over AJ’s nose. “Say aaah.”

Apple Jack eyed the fruity treat with a half-smiling smirk before chomping it in one bite and sealing her lips around the dragon’s fingers. She suckled the digits sensually and swallowed the slice whole, barely feeling the tiny thing tumble down her throat. Instead, the earth mare focused on the claws’ firm sharpness, tenderly poking the tip with her tongue. “Hmm, that’s different,” Apple Jack muttered, nuzzling the fingers between licks. “These things must come in handy, huh?”

“You have no idea,” Barbara agreed, grabbing a whole peeled orangee for herself and similarly chomping it, not even causing a visible bump when she gulped. Her other hand kept two fingers for AJ to suckle while the rest tenderly scratched the earth mare’s neck, making her purr. “Yeah, I know what ponies like.”

“Buck, this is wonderful!” Apple Jack groaned, leaning into the drake’s touch. “Like a magic brush that knows jus’ where ta—NGH!” She yelped when Barbara abandoned the earth mare’s muzzle and let her dexterous digits delicately glide down her neck. AJ shivered as wave after wave of tingles shot through her body until her head collapsed against the pillow.

“I felt that,” Dusk announced, grinning after the stomach walls underwent a sudden tremor, clench, and a final gasp of relaxation. “Barb used her claws, didn’t she?”

“Nnngh,” AJ murmured, only half-conscious.

“Yikes, and I didn’t even go near her marehood… yet,” Barbara informed with a chuckle while eyeing the plump, orange backside.

“Barb,” Dusk warned. “Remember what Mom said about when a mare isn’t conscious enough to enjoy it.”

Barbara rolled her eyes. “Spoilsport. Anyway, I think we should—” The drake’s neck suddenly shot upward as she went still like a guard dog sensing an intruder. “Someone’s at the door,” she announced, slowly rising to a more defensive position over AJ and mentally weighing defensive options, eyes narrowed. Then, as quickly as the tension appeared, it relaxed when familiar voices hit her ears. “Dusk, you’ve got company.” She then loudly called, “We’re upstairs. The door’s open.”

A short time later, a small commotion gathered outside the bedroom, followed by four familiar flustered faces entering to behold Barb cuddling around AJ.

“I’m not usually into the cutesey shmultzy shmaltzy stuff, but fuck, that’s hawt!” Rainbow blurted.

Rarity fanned herself with her hoof. “Oh, most certainly. I realize we’ve yet to work out a sleeping schedule, but I propose we go in pairs. If I can’t have Dusk in me, I would simply love to wake up to such a divine view!” she finished, drooling slightly.

“AJ, how do you feel?” Fluttershy asked in her standard low volume, only getting a soft murmur in reply. “Oh, you look so positively cozy with a warm body inside and out. I could almost shout with joy.” She then inhaled for three whole seconds, only to unleash an “eeeee!” that wouldn’t have startled a mouse.

Then Pinkie manifested between Barb’s tail and AJ’s round rump, rubbing her back against the former like a cat with a back scratcher while possessively gripping the latter against her front. “Oh boy, it’s been forever since I got to be the meat in a proper butt sandwich. Dusk, you don’t know how lucky you are to be a stallion. There’s no shortage of butts good enough to squish you, but mares, especially the earth kind, have to constantly be on the hunt for the quality stuff.” She then faced the drake. “Thanks for lending me your butt, Barb.”

Barbara stared in confusion as the pink pony ground her back perfectly against the drake’s nether lips and sphincter for a pleasant but not overly stimulating tingle. “Please ask next time, but no problem. This is nice.” She tightened her tail’s grip around AJ to press her sensitive bits more firmly into the other earth mare. Afterward, she faced the remaining three. “Bed’s got more room, ya know.”

That was all the invitation the others needed, practically pouncing onto the mattress while being mindful of AJ’s rest. Naturally, the orange mare was the center of the cuddle pile as everyone fawned over the belly bulge, asking Dusk how he liked the experience.

It annoyed the stallion a little to repeat what had already been discussed, but he patiently sped through the old details while feeling half a dozen hooves stroking his front. Dusk lay in AJ’s belly with his stomach facing away from her spine, meaning it wasn’t long for the other mares to find his penis. Of course, it took even less time for them to abuse this privilege as four hooves competed for access, stroking him to hardness through the moist, fleshy walls. Dusk couldn’t help but hump into the touching appendages, loving the texture as it ground against his member.

“Uh-oh, I think he likes it,” Pinkie warned while beaming, her gaze flittering between the other mares and drake. “Hehe, you guys know what you’re doing.”

“I should think so,” Rarity haughtily agreed. Her horn lit, followed by the other empty-bellied mares yelping as something poked under their tails. She grinned as they settled into the feeling and shot her various looks of horniness. “You’re welcome.”

“Hey, don’t act like you’re a big shot just cuz you’re literally horny!” Rainbow challenged, wings outstretched as she slipped her feathery appendages beneath Rarity and Fluttershy’s tails.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” Rarity cooed, wiggling her rump around the firm and dexterous feathers, loving how the soft texture stimulated her nether lips. “Hmm, in fact, I’ve always had a fascination with pegasus feathers.”

“Um, Dusk, is this okay?” Fluttershy asked, bringing another hoof to press under the little stallion’s balls.

“Aaagh!”

“Nah, he hated that. Never touch there again,” Barbara advised, barely able to keep the grin from her face.

“Oh! Oh gosh! I’m so sorry,” Fluttershy whimpered, retracting her hooves. She tried fleeing, but a feathered wing, scaly tail, and magical aura collectively held her at bay.

“Dude, Flutters, she was fuckin’ with ya,” Rainbow informed, chuckling before facing Barbara. “Gotta be careful with her. She’s more sensitive than Dusk is right now.” She emphasized by prodding harder into the crotch bulge and triggering another groan.

“Yeah, but that’s why we love her,” Pinkie added, throwing a hoof around Fluttershy’s neck and pulling her down to join in hugging AJ’s grand glutes.

“Well, this is a first,” Apple Jack muttered, yawning. “Ah take a quick power nap ta sleep off mah stallion food—”

“S-still not food,” Dusk weakly protested.

“—‘n here Ah find mahself at the bottom ‘f a cuddle pile.” She blinked and looked around, taking account of all present while they touched her. “What do Ah gotta do ta make this a regular thing?” she asked, wiggling her rump beneath the pink and yellow mares.

“W-well, R-Rarity mentioned a sleeping schedule,” Dusk informed, recovering from his nut while hooves continued assailing his rod.

“Guess which part of that he’s more excited for,” Barbara playfully invited.

“On a related topic, thank you again for inviting us to the Gala,” Rarity began. “However, given that this is such a high-class event, I feel that we’ll need to do a bit more than a mere sleeping schedule.”

“Like what?” Rainbow asked, still massaging her neighbor’s tail holes.

“Well, as the Royal Protégé, Dusk will effectively be presenting us as his fiancés at this prestigious event. To put it simply, that’s quite a big deal,” Rarity elaborated. “Not to mention, we’re the new bearers of the Elements of Harmony, which will also make this our personal debut on the royal stage. We must be ready to present ourselves with the decorum due to our station.”

“So, what? Wear fancy duds?” questioned AJ.

Rarity scoffed. “More than that, darling. Dusk is a very important stallion, and we must demonstrate our ability to—”

“Is this just a roundabout way of saying you want to vore me?” Dusk interrupted.

Rarity whickered in annoyance. “I was getting to it.”

“What’s going on? What’d I miss?” Pinkie asked, looking around.

“High society jerks like to see and be seen,” Dusk explained in annoyance. “They take what should be simple events dedicated to one thing, and refocus the attention onto themselves. It’s a stupid game they play, and I really don’t want to get involved.”

“But Dusk, I wish to open a shop in Canterlot one day,” Rarity whined. “I can’t make a bad first impression by letting them think I neglect my stallion.”

“By voring me?”

“… among other things, yes.”

“Wait, why’s that a big deal?” Rainbow asked. “I mean, I get why that’s a big deal in general, but why at the Gala? Can they, like, tell or something?”

“Yeah, they can tell,” Barbara confirmed. “There’s a certain kind of flirting that’s expected from herds at events like this, and these guys know when someone’s putting on a show vs. the real deal.” She forlornly sighed. “Dusk, I’m afraid Rarity’s right. You’re gonna have to get vored by your remaining fiancés, but that’s just the start. They’ll expect you to be intimately familiar with each other’s bodies. We’re talking about holding you between their butt cheeks while they walk, shoving you tail-first in their pussies so only your head is poking out, getting their throats so used to you that they can swallow you with the same effort as a grape, and so on.” Barbara somberly shook her head as the arousal of five mares tickled her nostrils. “So, do you think you’ll go down easier with mustard, catchup, or ranch dressing?”

“If I was outside, I’d slap you for that,” Dusk growled, his ire showing through AJ’s belly bulge.

“And I’d take you to the market while it’s packed, sit you on my tongue, and lick your itty bitty peeny until you came for everyone to see,” Barbara matter-of-factly threatened before glancing between the mares. “For the record, only I get to do stuff like that cuz I’m his sister. If any of you tried that, I’d shove you so far up my pussy and hold you there until a shell formed, and I’d have to lay you as an egg.”

“That can happen,” Flutterhshy confirmed in a whisper, looking a bit too eager as she explained.

“Challenge accepted!” Rainbow proclaimed.

“Same, but can we skip the public humiliation part?” Pinkie asked. “I just wanna see what it’s like being an egg.”

“Anyway!” Dusk cut in. “Rarity and Barb are right. The papers will be there, and I don’t want to give those tabloids any excuse to badmouth you guys. So, we should… I guess…”

“Do the thing we were planning to do anyway that’s already an accepted and expected social custom that Rarity accidentally made weird?” Pinkie rapidly asked, not needing to take a breath afterward.

Rarity pursed her lips, but said nothing.

“Well, I’m into it,” Barbara announced. “However, sorry, Dusk, but I’m not gonna let this be scheduled. Your first time with a mare ought to be special and spontaneous. Planning for it at the end of a date is one thing, but I’m not gonna let you set these mares in a line and pass you along.”

“I-I wasn’t gonna do that,” Dusk guiltily stammered.

“He so was,” Barbara countered, addressing the mares, making them giggle.

So, it was agreed. The Royal Protégé and his herd would prepare for their royal debut at the Grand Galloping Gala… with vore and other kinky activities. And to seal the deal, Dusk dictated a letter from inside AJ.

“Dear Queen Celestia

I’ve learned that one of the benefits of friendship is sharing one’s blessings. However, sometimes, supply does not meet demand, and there aren’t enough blessings to go around. In this case, my (incredibly desirable and positively scrumptious) body. In a market, this would normally lead to competition over limited resources. However, within the social contract known as a herd, great strides must be taken to ensure equitable distribution of resources so no one feels left out. As such, we are currently working out a loose schedule to nip this problem in the bud, ensuring my herd is presentable for the Grand Galloping Gala. Thanks again for the tickets.

Your Faithful Students Sincerely

Dusk Shine

***

Celestia rolled her eyes. “Of course, Dusk would make a schedule.”

“Well, obviously, but can you blame him?” Cadence reasoned, cuddling beside the larger alicorn in bed while stroking her fiancé-filled stomach. “Most stallions only start with two or three mares in their herds, but Dusk skipped straight to five. The little go-getter.”

“Don’t forget Barb,” Shining reminded.

“Barb was implied,” Cadence countered. “You’d need an industrial-grade crowbar to pry those two apart.”

“Which is another issue I’m hoping to amend,” Celestia added, looping an arm around Cadence to tease the pink mare’s plump plot. “Ideally, Barb will learn to trust the others enough to start making some distance and living more independently.”

“Great idea, Your Majesty. Your keen insight and forward thinking never fails to impress and surprise,” Shining sarcastically praised.

Celestia quirked an eyebrow and faced Cadence. “Was that a back-hooved way of saying he’s surprised I had a plan at all?”

Struggling to not smirk or snicker, Cadence averted her eyes. “No c-comment.”

“Uh-huh,” Celestia flatly confirmed. “It’s nice to hear my Captain and future son-in-law thinks so highly of me.” Her horn lit, conjuring a phallic construct that unceremoniously breached her daughter’s anus and elongated until it reached the stallion in question, repeating the deed and earning a squeaky yelp. “Anyway, things should be simple in this early stage. We can only hope Dusk is ready for the challenges ahead.”

“Such as the pink one?” Shining asked. “Dusk sent a picture of his new mares, and that pink one has me wary. The pink ones are always a hoof-full.”

Celestia looked at her pink daughter, expecting her to clench her stomach or anything else to retaliate against her mouthy stallion and put him in his place.

Cadence merely shrugged. “What? He’s not wrong.” Her grin was of the shit-eating variety.

Celestia merely nodded. “I’ve taught you well.”

Author's Note

This installment ran shorter than expected, and I almost didn’t include the friendship lesson. Luckily, the canon lesson wasn’t too dissimilar from how I wrote the chapter, so it all worked out with a little rewrite to match Dusk’s voice. The ending bit with Celestia was also fun, and is likely to become a standard feature. I’m not sure how much I’ll stick to the episodes, as I’m kinda more preoccupied with exploring everyday life in this AU Equestria. Anyway, more vore and shota fun ahead. I’m not sure how long this ride will last, but I’m keen on making it as enjoyable as possible.

Also, for anyone curious, I went back and removed the warnings in the chapter titles. This story is all about the sex and vore. Even if it doesn't happen, it's being discussed. So, if that bothers you, no amount of warning will protect you.

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