The last rays of a setting sun shone upon the streets of Bridlewood. Its red light gave an unusually ominous appearance to a marble structure that rose above its cobblestone surroundings. The freshly consecrated church of Equestria's new, rapidly expanding religion had made for a definitive mark on the town's landscape, impossible to ignore or miss. And even though it was but a tiny chapel when compared to the grandiose temples of Canterlot and Manehatten, for the lay townsfolk of Bridlewood it appeared as an imposing monument of lust and depravity looming over their homes and shops.
In its shadow stood a small group of mares, whispering anxiously as they prepared to intrude upon the sanctity of the church. Huddled together in a conspiratorial semi-circle, the five of them made for a curious sight among the empty streets.
"Remember, we need to be firm but respectful. It's best to keep things civil," said one of the mares, glancing at others in search of their support. Her gaze stopped at the sight of a stern expression on one of her companions, a mare with a silvery coat and shortly-cropped white mane.
"You can be as respectful as you like, Minty. But I'm planning on teaching that damn creep a lesson." Digi Dazzle glared with undisguised animosity in the direction of the church.
Another mare sighed, "Can we at least try to do it peacefully, Digi? If that doesn't work, you are free to have a go at him." Her soft but authoritative voice was enough to dampen the younger mare's aggressive spirit. Cherry Blossom looked confident and calm despite the unusual situation, and her voluptuous figure only added to the aura of maturity that she projected.
"Yeah-yeah, try if you want. But you're deluding yourself if you think that perv will stop just because you've asked him nicely," Digi answered.
"We can be nice and forceful at the same time. If he has any sense, he will listen once he understands how serious we are. And if he doesn't… then we'll take your route," Cherry concluded, the other mares nodding in agreement.
She stepped forward, motioning for others to follow. Minty Mist trotted to her friend's side, her light green coat forming a pleasant contrast to Cherry's ruby-red one. They walked towards the church's doors with measured, graceful steps, determined to see their mission through.
Digi rolled her eyes and followed after them, accompanied by Maroon Pastel – a homely mare and the local baker. She looked a bit flustered by the argument she'd just witnessed, whispering words of support and reconciliation into Digi's ear. Her kind, soothing voice helped to relax the mare's tension, but her shaky trot clearly showed that she was feeling nervous about the impending confrontation with the town's priest.
A cute brown mare rounded up their little procession, walking alone in pensive silence. Her light steps were almost indiscernible behind the chaotic clopping of eight pairs of hooves. Svelte Satin felt anxious and uncertain, still wondering if she really should have joined her fellow mares in their common quest.
As she walked, Svelte glanced nervously at the exquisite carvings that stretched across the church's front walls. The engraved figures provided vivid depictions of some of the most obscene acts she'd ever seen. One of the most prominent scenes showed a score of mares kneeling around a stallion, all of them united in worship of his unapologetically massive cock. The level of detail that the artists had put into the sculpture was truly stunning. Particularly so in their portrayal of the stallion's private parts. His erect cock was the centerpiece of this artwork, with every other element guiding the viewer's attention to his naked crotch. It protruded from the wall, letting the church's visitors fully appreciate the three-dimensional thickness of the stallion's tool. Powerful veins snaked along its length, and their light indentation could be easily felt under the touch of one's hoof.
Svelte remembered inspecting it a few days before, having been mesmerized by the perverse sight. Her hoof had slowly traced the marble cock, passing the medial ring and brushing across the crowned tip. Rivulets of precum were leaking from it, liquid carved in the white stone. Feeling heat rushing between her legs, she wondered aloud if such an immense endowment could really exist, or if this was just a product of someone's wild imagination. On that day, the young priest had answered her question, whispering hotly in her ear as they stood alone next to the church's walls.
There are some who have been blessed with such a gift, he had said, and if Svelte was truly faithful, the Goddess shall grant her an opportunity to behold it in the flesh. A shiver had passed through her spine as his calm, alluring voice penetrated deep into her mind. His soft lips then touched her ear, leaving an intimate message that she could not forget.
This was the prime reason why she was here now, entering the church along with four other mares under the cover of the night. They had their own encounters with the priest and wanted to demand a proper explanation, finding strength in numbers. Though Svelte herself was not so much angry as simply curious about what it all really meant.
She was the last to step into the holy building. The doors closed softly behind her, and her nose picked up traces of a sweet aroma lingering in the air. At the same time, her eyes were immediately attracted to the colorful murals that lined the walls. No matter how many times she saw them, it was impossible not to look at them again. The pictures ranged from suggestive to gratuitous and utterly obscene. From passionate kissing between two ponies, their tongues intertwined and dripping with spit, to wanton orgies and all kinds of shameless sex.
One of the images depicted three mares lined up on a bed with their heads thrown upside down over its edge. Above them stood an equal number of stallions, their hindlegs spread and firmly grounded, thick cocks lodged deep inside the drooling mouths of their female partners. Rivers of glistening spit descended down the ruined faces, while the stallions were undoubtedly enjoying themselves to the full. One of them had even locked his hooves behind his mare's head and pressed her muzzle forcefully into his sweaty nuts, as if merely using her throat as his personal toy wasn't good enough.
Despite the humiliating nature of that scene, Svelte found herself oddly attracted to it, trying to imagine what it would feel like to be used like those mares were. The biggest intimacy she'd experienced up to this point were a few chaste kisses with her coltfriend, and they paled in comparison to even the tamest pictures on display. She loved his soft, kind nature, but it made him much too timid to reenact those rough and passionate scenes. His male endowment was also nothing to boast about, judging by the envious looks she had seen him give to the fat cocks that were painted on the walls.
The largest and most brutal of those throbbing tools belonged to one particular grey unicorn, whose likeness had been depicted and worshipped all throughout the Equestrian realm. The Grand Priest of the virility cult – a young and disarmingly cute stallion – looked down upon the congregation with a wickedly smug expression that could only belong to the owner of the most revered cock in the world. To his aggrandizement was devoted the most prominent mural of this church, positioned right behind the ceremonial altar. It rendered in vivid color a picture of him in the middle of an orgasm, covering with his thick, milky-white jizz the face of the supreme ruler of all Equestria. Princess Celestia had her mouth full of his holy seed, her pupils replaced with hearts as she directed rays of love at her most favored stallion. And if that wasn't a conclusive statement of her approval for the emerging church, then nothing else could be.
With such graphic imagery plastered all around the inner sanctum of the church, it was easy for Svelte's mind to wander, forgetting about the reasons why she came here in the first place. If this was the first time she had seen them, she would be stunned for many minutes, every other thought forgotten until she was able to comprehend the magnitude of this perversion. But now the explicit pictures looked completely natural in this sacred place, and she could no longer imagine it without them. Just as she couldn't imagine it without its young and alluring local priest.
It was he whom these five mares came to confront. He was to be the target of their scorn, and the source of their outrage. But unbeknownst to them, he was also the one who held the key to the salvation of their souls.
They didn't have to search far for him. He was standing near the altar, just about to finish lighting up the chandeliers and braziers that illuminated the church during the evening and allowed a warm glow to blanket the entire chamber. The flickering flames revealed his form to the group and they marched towards him, determined to see their mission through. Digi stormed forward, her hooves thumping against the wooden floor as she overtook Cherry and Minty with a sudden dash. Merely seeing the priest had triggered something fierce within her, and she could no longer control herself.
He turned around upon hearing the sound of their approach. A dark robe covered his frame, leaving out in the open only a wisp of his brightly colored mane and his angelic face. A pair of cute fangs protruding from beneath his upper lip revealed him as one of the bat-ponies, while his wings remained hidden underneath his clothes. His beautiful pink fur contrasted sharply with the plain blackness of his robe, which only underscored the delicate features of his face.
But the stallion's endearing appearance seemed to have little effect on the mare that angrily stomped towards him, her piercing gaze seeing right through his innocent charade. He studied her in turn and then swept his eyes over the other mares as they approached.
"What troubles you on this good evening, ladies?" His soft, friendly tone was met with a row of solemn expressions.
"Don't act like you have no idea, creep!" Digi barked before anyone else could answer. The stallion's brows rose slightly, while Cherry and Minty shared a concerned look.
"We would like to discuss some of the things you've said and done… sir," Maroon Pastel stepped in to lower the heat of the discussion. The priest's gaze switched to her, and she felt herself quickly growing flustered under the focus of his big blue eyes. She saw a strange twinkle in his pupils when she referred to him as 'sir', almost as if he was getting some kind of satisfaction from the acknowledgment of his authority. Sweetie Swirl, his real name, just didn't have that commanding ring to it, and that made the respectful deference he received all the more amusing to the stallion.
"I'm always happy to correct any misunderstandings. Or to provide more elucidation on the holy word, if you need such," he replied solemnly, ignoring Digi's outburst. That made the mare's indignant fury all the greater, but this time Minty Mist was there to stop her next remark with a quick jab.
Meanwhile, Cherry stepped forward, ready to present her case. "We understand that you've been assigned to our town by Celestia's decree and that you're preaching under the royal authority. But we have concerns over whether the way you do it is genuinely in line with the guidelines of the church," she spoke with mature confidence, her voice even and strong. The thinly veiled accusation she'd put forward was clearly evident no matter how much she tried to cushion it with neutral terms.
"I can assure you that everything I do is perfectly within the church's rules," Sweetie Swirl responded without any hesitation. "But before we discuss the specifics, let us bless our little space, so that that spirit of virility may keep our tempers from running high."
Digi scoffed at his words, viewing it as nothing more than a stalling tactic, but neither she nor any of the other mares moved to stop him as he grabbed an incense burner from the altar. He lit it up with a candle, and wisps of white smoke emerged from within. Suspended on a chain like a lantern, the holy thurible swung gently under his hoof. The priest's eyes scanned the room, suddenly stopping on Svelte Satin as a hint of a smile grazed his lips. The shy mare was standing furthest from him, but she was the one who he decided to approach.
"Svelte dear, may I ask for your assistance?" His voice was just as sweet and soft as the smell of burning incense, puffs of which were rising to her nose.
"Y-yes, sir," she replied breathlessly.
Sweetie smirked, his eyes gazing directly into hers. "Please, be a good girl, take this and walk a few circles around us to spread the holy presence." He raised the burner's chain to her face. It was connected on both sides to a short wooden stick, which the priest brought next to her mouth with an encouraging nod.
Svelte obediently bit the object, holding it in her mouth as the stallion released the chain. The smoking thurible wobbled lightly underneath her head. Before she went on to do his bidding, Sweetie Swirl brought his hoof up and lovingly stroked the mare's long, blonde mane. His lingering touch was all that she could think about as she complied unquestionably with his request.
Digi rolled her eyes as she watched the priest woo her friend. Cherry preferred to simply ignore it, determined to press her case.
"Can we return to the matter at hoof?" she asked impatiently. Minty and Pastel stood beside her in a show of support.
"Of course." The priest took a deep breath and smiled at them. Sweet fragrance permeated the air, spreading around the room as Svelte began her sacred march.
“Let’s get straight to the point then.” Cherry shot a quick glance at her friends and then measured the stallion with her gaze, like a disgruntled mother about to give her unruly colt a lecture. The stern look she pierced him with had sent a little shiver through Sweetie’s spine. She clearly had a lot of experience in dealing with haughty males. In any other circumstances, such a fierce stare directed at him by a mature and willful mare would’ve been enough to make him uneasy, but right now it just caused his crotch to tingle.
“You have tried to kiss me on several occasions,” the mare began to lay out her case. “You’ve placed your lips on my neck, licked my cheek, and nuzzled my mane. All without any permission or invitation!”
The other mares nodded in agreement. All except for Svelte, who continued dutifully spreading the burning incense. The hot smoke rose directly into her face, making her dizzy as she inhaled puff after puff of its sweet fragrance. She heard Cherry’s accusations but instead of feeling offended, she felt a strange pang of pleasure, imagining herself in Cherry’s place under the insistent advances of the young, handsome priest.
Unknown to Svelte, the incense that she was spreading had a greater purpose than merely providing a pleasant smell to the church’s inner sanctum. It was also a mild, but quickly-acting aphrodisiac, and the young mare was already beginning to feel its initial effect. Yet none of the intruding females seemed to pay much attention to the wisps of white smoke that enveloped them, inhaling more and more with each breath.
“Those are simply gestures of love and goodwill. They are a regular part of the church’s custom,” he explained with a relaxed smile, as if this was completely obvious.
Cherry Blossom was stunned. She expected that the stallion would try to deny doing any such thing, fully prepared to hammer him with evidence. But for him to confirm her words and simply state that it was normal… Such a blatantly ridiculous option never even occurred to her.
Minty Mist stepped forward as her friend’s composure faltered. “This is an outrage! You’ve been laying your dirty hooves on my flank every time you saw an opportunity, and I’ve noticed you repeatedly touching Maroon’s backside as well. Is that also a part of some convenient custom that lets you grope any mare’s butt that catches your eye?” The mare subconsciously shook her rear, as if her body was trying to further support her words. The plushness of her minty green ass cheeks was made clearly evident by its soft, heavy sway. There was definitely a good reason for the stallion to grope this particular piece of mare flesh.
Standing beside the mare, Maroon Pastel flushed with shame when Minty mentioned her name. Her own fat tush was the prime resting spot for the gazes of all the stallions in town. It was the kind of big, bubbly butt that couldn’t help but draw attention to itself. Those round cheeks jiggled with her every step, magnetizing the eyes of every male that crossed her path. The mare was not oblivious to that, of course, but she never suspected that one of them would be bold enough to help himself to her most prized possession. For such a lecherous act to come from this sweet and innocent-looking priest, the possibility had never even entered her mind. Until it actually happened.
And yet there was something special about his touch, something that produced naughty thoughts that should never enter a married mare’s head. Now as she remembered the feeling of his hoof pressing indecently against her pliable ass, she felt a rush of excitement that made her rub her hindlegs against each other.
“Whenever I laid my hooves upon any of you, I did so with the purest of intentions. One needs to touch the flesh in order to feel the soul within,” Sweetie Swirl explained sagely. His pristine, youthful face and honest eyes were practically shining with sincerity and innocence. So strong was this impression that the mares began seriously considering that he might actually believe what he was saying.
Before any of them could respond, the stallion turned his head to the side and motioned for Svelte to stop and come to him just as she was about to make another lap. “That should be enough, darling.” The young mare let the priest take away the incense burner. He quickly placed it on the altar, leaving it there with a thin trail of white smoke rising from within.
Svelte’s vision was slightly blurry after carrying around the smoking casket. The sweet fragrance blowing into her nose, the strange situation, her own unexpected part in it, it all had left her feeling lightheaded and entranced. The secret effects of the incense only further enhanced her spiritual experience. So when the stallion leaned in towards her, she didn’t flinch or pull away. Mesmerized by his endearing face, Svelte let him brush his muzzle across her cheek.
“May the Goddess bless you,” he whispered, pushing his lips into hers. This wasn’t just a chaste smooch, as his probing tongue quickly showed. It slid into Svelte’s welcoming mouth, and she instinctively responded by suckling on it; the warm, wet sensations sending tingles along her body. His kind eyes looked into her very soul, assuring the mare of his best intentions as he let her drink his spit. Her tongue didn’t just rest either, it poked against his, licked and swirled around it as she relaxed into the intimate kiss. The stallion responded with little movements of his own, as if playing a game with her.
In her lustful trance, it was easy for Svelte to forget that they weren’t at all alone. Four other mares watched in morbid fascination at the brazen display of seduction and deliberately public depredation. To do this right after hearing out their accusations, the stallion either genuinely believed in the unwavering righteousness of his course, or he was the most shameless pervert in the world. The worst part was that Svelte didn’t even attempt to resist, and there was no sign of discomfort on her face. Their sloppy kiss seemed to go on and on, showing no signs of stopping or slowing down even after it had already continued uncomfortably long. Or at least it was uncomfortable for the watching mares, not the least because it caused their nethers to heat up. The rising excitement only served to further rouse their tempers, especially Digi’s, whose anger never had a particularly long fuse.
Digi definitely wasn’t jealous, of course! Why would she ever want to kiss this self-righteous prick? No matter how cute and cuddly he may look, to her he was still nothing more than a stupid pervy creep.
“Are you two going to keep sucking each other’s faces for the whole night?” she yelled at the pair.
The unexpected interjection startled Svelte as she was suddenly reminded of the presence of the other ponies. She didn’t pull away but her tongue stopped in its tracks, her eyes shifting nervously. Sweetie’s tongue prodded her lightly in response, trying to relax her worries. He ended the kiss before she lost her nerve and smiled at her. “I see a lot of promise in you, dear,” the stallion said with a wink, leaving her to wonder what exactly he had meant. He placed one last smooch on her nose before sending her off back to her friends.
Svelte slumped towards the group, the mares watching her with concern.
“Don’t let him do it to you, Svelty,” Maroon Pastel whispered, trying to comfort her with a friendly rub. “We’re all in this together, remember?”
Svelte nodded, as that was easier than explaining her real feelings, which she herself did not yet understand. There was no time for her to dwell on them though, since Digi Dazzle was already back to throwing accusations at the priest.
“Don’t you try playing your cutesy tricks on us, you fiend. We know all about that depraved sham you call ‘confession’.”
“Heart-to-heart confessions are an important part of forming a trusting relationship between–“
“More like heart-to-dick confessions when it comes to the likes of you!” Digi interrupted the stallion. “Why exactly do you need to know when and how we masturbate, and what we fantasize about?”
“I need to be informed so that I may assist you as best as I can. Don’t worry, your most private secrets are safe with me.” Sweetie’s angelic smile didn’t waver for a single moment, though it did seem to grow wider.
“Oh yeah? And is jerking your meat also a crucial part of the process? I could hear you whacking it, you know! Ugh, and the smell, those booths have no damn ventilation, you might as well have been rubbing your stinking nuts across my face. It’s not like you were particularly subtle about it either, since you’ve pushed your slimy hoof inside my booth and even dared ask me to lick it. As if any mare would ever do that.”
“Hmm, I distinctly remember feeling your tongue upon my hoof.,” the stallion corrected her. He shot Digi a playful look, which she answered with a glare.
“Well, I… I felt dizzy after being stuck breathing your filthy stench. And I immediately spit everything out, of course. I’m not some kind of slut to just keep your cock-snot inside my mouth!” Digi tried to explain herself, which only further raised the brows of her fellow mares. “And anyway… we were talking about you, freak! Do you beat your meat during every confession or was I the only one who got the privilege? Not that I want to know that…”
“Your confession was particularly sincere and expressive. I thought it deserved some appreciation, which I tried to provide. I apologize if my blessing was not to your taste, but maybe you should’ve spent more time trying to evaluate its flavor?” Sweetie Swirl responded. The mare glared daggers at him, all the angrier because of his serene expression despite the utter shamelessness of his words.
“How dare you! Who do you think you are, to be spreading around your ‘blessings’? We aren’t going to drop to our knees and start worshipping every piece of stinking filth that comes out of your nasty dickhole just because some paper-pushers in Canterlot had assigned you to our town,” Digi unleashed her rage upon him. It was no doubt an attempt to recover herself after her previous remarks. This tactic was as blatant as it was successful, and her friends now stood firmly beside her in support.
“What makes you so special? What gives you the right to speak for the Goddess beyond a flimsy piece of paper that undeservedly bears your name? Why shouldn’t we haul your dainty pink ass back to where you came from?” Digi’s eyes blazed with righteous fury. Next to her, Cherry and Minty had also directed their penetrating gazes at the priest. Maroon stood a little further, trying to support Svelte, whose heart was pounding wildly in her chest. None of them could understand how the stallion managed to remain completely calm and collected when so much hatred and frustration was aimed squarely at him.
“Nature has provided me with a gift of holy prowess, and it was the Goddess’s decision that I must use it to help those in need,” he said, looking at each mare in turn. “I see a great desire for spiritual fulfillment boiling within you. It is what drives your anger. It is what made you come to me in search of answers. So let me give you what you didn’t know, but always longed for deep within your hearts…”
The priest dropped his robes and let them fall onto the floor. Dark fabric gave way to soft pink fur as his slender frame and leather wings were revealed. Before the mares had the time to begin to wonder what exactly he meant to demonstrate, he sat down on his hindquarters, showing off his naked crotch to the group.
What greeted them stood in stark contrast to the stallion’s feminine looks. It was the most masculine thing they could possibly imagine. A massive, throbbing, thick as a hoof, half-erect horse-schlong. It bore the same pink color as the rest of his coat, and at a passing glance could be easily mistaken for a leg. But none of the mares would make such a misjudgment, as all of their gazes were glued to the heaving, pulsing embodiment of divine power that jutted from between the young priest’s thighs. His cock drooped forward towards them, bending slightly under its own gargantuan weight, with a pair of heavy, large balls dangling just underneath. Five pairs of shocked female eyes wandered all across its length, from the broad bumpy tip, down to the gigantic orbs resting underneath.
Svelte could’ve sworn that she witnessed a holy halo around the stallion’s tool. She felt as if she was born anew, as if some deep secret of the Universe had been revealed to her. The longer she stared at the meaty pillar, the greater her desire for it grew.
“How can it be so bucking HUGE?” she heard Cherry whisper beside her. Wet smacking of several pairs of lips followed the remark. With surprise, Svelte noticed that one of those were her own.
“I don’t believe it. This is some kind of trick!” Digi blurted out, her gaze focused intently on that beastly dick. She carefully studied its every curve, trying to discern any signs of fakery.
“You’re welcome to come here and take a closer look,” Sweetie invited her, sticking his tongue out teasingly. A light shake of his hips sent his cock into a heavy wobble, and the mares instinctually followed the movement with their eyes. “You’re not feeling scared, are you?” he smirked from behind the swinging pillar that covered half his face.
“Why would I be scared of some stupid d-dick.” Digi tried to sound confident, but her shaky legs betrayed her fear of the stallion’s holy meat. Her drooling pussy had already recognized it as the real thing. Four other godless cunts also grew wet in unison, preparing to be blessed.
Digi stepped forward cautiously, followed closely by the rest of the group. As they drew nearer, the mares surrounded the priest in a tight semicircle, but their numerical advantage did little to help them even the odds. The sacral power exuded by the stallion’s colossal horsecock kept them in a state of constant awe. It was the only thing they could think about, the only thing that seemed to matter at that moment.
“Don’t be shy, ladies. You can get as close as you want,” Sweetie cooed, spreading out his legs in invitation. His dick jumped lightly, drooling out a wet, goopy greeting. One by one the mares licked their lips as they watched the shiny bead of precum emerge from his cockslit.
They advanced forward in lockstep, covering the last few feet that separated them from the stallion’s lap. Their noses immediately picked up the musky smell that surrounded his crotch. The mares couldn’t help but push their faces closer to its source. It didn’t take long until Sweetie’s dick was surrounded by a wall of curious muzzles. Each of them studied the throbbing shaft from an ever-shortening distance. Five pretty noses enthusiastically inhaled big lungfuls of his sweaty stench, blowing hot air back across his cock.
Its sour smell seemed even stronger amidst the sweet fragrance of the incense. This wasn’t the kind of scent that any of these mares would imagine when hearing the word ‘divine’. And yet they could instantly recognize its godly nature. It was what heaven must’ve smelled like to every horny mare. The strong, brain-melting reek of the stallion’s groin. The stink of sweat from his bloated nuts. The musky odor secreted by the taut skin of his giant cock.
This was like nothing that any of them had encountered before. Even Digi, despite her exaggerated testimony, had only felt a small fraction of the priest’s holy power during that fateful confession in the booth. Back then, it was only enough to pique her interest, to prod at her desires. But this time, the hold that Sweetie’s cock has taken on her mind would be absolute.
There was no aphrodisiac more potent than the natural smell of a holy stallion’s crotch. The incense was a mere toy compared to the avalanche of pheromones that his dick had unleashed upon the mares. Its scent did much more than simply raise their sexual desires, it invaded their very minds and repurposed them according to the stallion’s will. They barely even notice how their noses ended up mere inches away from his throbbing cock, how they had willingly surrendered to his male stench.
Cherry and Minty bent down to sniff his balls, while the other three thoroughly studied the surface of his dick. Their nostrils flared as they passed their snouts over his holy flesh.
Svelte’s nose was the first to touch it. But this bold move wasn’t done by her choice. Sweetie had swung his cock in her direction with a subtle motion of his hips, and the heavy tool left a hot imprint upon her face.
“Dear Goddess…” she whispered, feeling as if she’d been touched by a divine being. Surely, this act was a sign of the priest’s favor, Svelte thought, remembering their kiss and the words that he had said.
Not to be outdone, Digi rubbed her snout across the stallion’s dick. And soon Maroon joined in by nuzzling it as well. Underneath them, Cherry and Minty used their cute little noses to massage his orbs.
A mingle of multicolored manes and faces had surrounded Sweetie’s suddenly-popular crotch. Digi’s snow-white bangs softly tickled the top of his cock as she rubbed her muzzle across its side. Svelte’s blonde locks did much the same, swishing gently along the wide expanse of his sensitive flesh. The stallion’s great scepter rested on top of Cherry’s dark brown, exquisitely-styled curls and Minty’s white cloudy hair. Neither of them seemed to mind their manes serving as Sweetie’s rugs for his sweat and musk.
“Listen up, girls! I’ve got a little challenge for you,” he said to them. Their ears perked up at the sound of his angelically soft voice, their longing gazes all turning toward him. “Whoever gives my cock the first kiss will earn a pat on her pretty head.”
For a second, all mares were still as their musk-enveloped brains did their best to comprehend his words. And then their heads turned to each other, eyes glancing with determination at his cock. The race was set, and a timely throb of the stallion’s tool signaled it to start.
In an instant, five sets of plush colorful lips were pressed against his immense dick. Since there seemed to be no clear winner, each mare did her best to show that she deserved the reward. Svelte and Digi peppered the stallion’s salty skin with kisses, while Cherry and Minty swept their tongues along the underside of his cock. Maroon Pastel, meanwhile, found herself in a prime position to begin slurping up his tangy pre. With such a lavish treatment, she’d have a full mouth of his holy dickslime in no time.
The stallion placed his hooves on Svelte’s and Digi’s heads, each of them sitting on either side of his cock. “Great job, you two! Feel free to give it a few licks as well,” he winked at them. The mares instantly obeyed, their impressionable feminine minds completely under his control. Sweetie’s sultry voice reached into the deepest recesses of their souls, where even a mere suggestion turned into a divine order.
And so, five soft female tongues began to dance across his stiff, erect cock. Ironically, these were the same tongues that slung insults and accusations against his honest name. Now they were in their proper place, serving their superior just like the Goddess has ordained. Their tastebuds were working overtime to perfectly imprint the unique taste of his flesh into the minds of their owners. To be considered truly saved, each of these mares would need to know how to recognize their holy master with a single lick of his divine cock. There was a long road ahead of them to reach that state of all-overpowering devotion. All of them would have to spend many weeks and months sucking Sweetie’s turgid length. Not an immediate matter by any means, but he wouldn’t be a proper priest if he wasn’t already thinking about the salvation of his flock.
It was natural to be contemplating such transcendent things while his cock was bathed in five unique kinds of warm, bubbly spit. But eventually his mind had to turn to a timelier concern. While the stallion’s hooves felt quite at home massaging Digi’s and Svelte’s scalps, and tousling their pretty manes, three other mares were also in need of his attention.
“You were just a fraction of a second slower than your friends, ladies,” Sweetie informed them, playfully pressing the faces of the first two mares against the sides of his dick. “But don’t worry, you can get a reward as well if you do one little thing.” He saw Cherry’s and Minty’s gazes looking up eagerly at him from underneath his cock. But only one eye of each was visible behind its immense girth. Maroon Pastel stood above them, licking up his precum and curiously eying up the stallion as well.
She was the one upon whom his own gaze now fell. “You haven’t swallowed everything already, have you?” he asked her softly.
“Ah… n-no, sir. I mean… not everything,” she hastened to explain, opening up her mouth to show a small pool of glistening goo resting on her tongue.
“Mhmm, you’re gonna need a bit more. Lick this up and keep it in your mouth.” Sweetie’s expression took on a form of light concentration, a few seconds later, his cock jumped and a copious helping of pre-ejaculate emerged from his dickhole.
Maroon blushed at the sight, knowing that this batch of gloopy blessings was squeezed out specifically for her. Feeling the stallion’s expectant gaze upon herself, she leaned down and dipped her lips into the liquid. With a wet *shlorp*, most of the goo was sucked inside her mouth. She quickly moved her lips around the tip, slurping up the rest. As soon as the task was done, she opened up her mouth again and demonstrated the result to him. Her tongue rose from a deep lake of cloudy ooze that rested at the bottom of her maw. Despite that, its strong, tangy taste only left her clamoring for more. Unfortunately for her, the stallion had a different idea.
“Good… now feed it to your friends.” He motioned lazily at the pair underneath his cock.
The mares rose, all three eyeing up each other with a bit of hesitation. Cherry took the lead and opened up her mouth, presenting it for Maroon to fill up. Minty quickly followed, and a moment later two hungry maws were staring at the mare. Maroon blushed even harder as she brought her lips above them. This seemed much more obscene than merely giving a warm bath to the fat tip of Sweetie’s cock. She felt the gazes of all other ponies upon her. Even Svelte and Digi joined up in collective anticipation, enviously looking at the thick string of precum that began to descend from between Maroon’s pink lips. In stark contradiction to Digi’s earlier claim, worshipping any piece of nasty, sticky slime that had emerged from the stallion’s cockhole was exactly what all five of these mares strived to do.
The gooey string soon made contact with Cherry’s outstretched tongue. She moaned in pleasure as the taste of Sweetie’s maleness spread across it, inviting even more envy from the rest of the group. Minty’s cheek pressed into hers, with the mare gently but insistently trying to get her own turn. Her tongue stretched wishfully towards the viscous stream of blessed goodness.
Maroon wouldn’t be a proper friend if she didn’t help her fellow mare in such dire need. She moved her head closer to Minty, and the descending string swung in the same direction underneath. But Cherry clearly haven’t yet had her fill, and her tongue followed just as well. Inevitably, the meeting of two unyielding forces caused a collision. A collision of two tongues battling for the prize that they both craved. Cherry Blossom and Minty Mist fought over the string of the priest’s dickslime as if it was a holy nectar poured by Celestia herself. Translucent liquid fell upon their mashing, writhing tongues like a stream of honey, coating both with a shiny gleam of Sweetie-flavored goo. And as the mares battled, their heads rose ever higher, climbing up to the very source between Maroon’s lips. Her blush could not get any brighter, as she understood that she was about to be sucked into a passionate three-way kiss.
She opened her mouth wider and pushed her tongue out, surrendering the sticky payload that it held. A barrage of licks and kisses fell upon it in an instant. Both Cherry and Minty gave no quarter, slurping up every bit of sacred slime that they could reach. They suckled on Maroon’s tongue and lapped up the wetness from her lips. And when that was no longer enough, Minty reached deeper into the mare’s mouth, exploring it in search of hidden treasure. As soon as Minty’s soft green lips pulled away for a split second, Cherry’s dark red ones took their place. Maroon could barely breathe while her dear friends French-kissed her with a kind of passion that their husbands could only wish to see.
These three cheating mares seemed non too bothered by the fact that their hot mouths, meant only for pleasing their own stallions, were now busy gurgling Sweetie’s oozing pre. Luckily for them, acts of infidelity didn’t count when blessed by this divinely-gifted priest, so they could freely indulge in their most perverse desires behind the backs of their cuckolded husbands. How convenient!
Each of these three stunning mares was several years his senior, with Cherry pushing the age gap nearly to ten, but that didn’t stop them from falling heels over head for the cute young stud as soon as he revealed his giant, throbbing dick. Their usual composure was far gone, replaced by the submissive need that slumbers in the heart of every mare – an unquenchable desire to worship male essence. Digi and Svelte were right to look and learn the proper etiquette in handling Sweetie’s generous gifts from their older friends. Though these young beauties could easily go head-to-head with any mature slut in a challenge of worshipful submission to the supreme majesty of Sweetie’s immaculate horsecock.
They licked and kissed his salty dickflesh all the harder in hopes of earning the same kind of gooey blessing that their friends now had smothered all across their playful tongues. Even Maroon had now actively joined in on the fun. She returned the favor by kissing Cherry and suckling on Minty’s tongue. Her eyes darted occasionally towards the stallion, renewing her vigor whenever she saw him staring back. Seeing his adorable smile widen when she mashed her lips with the other mares was now the most important thing to her in the world, except for the happy twitches of his well-pleased cock.
“Did you like your treat, ladies?” he asked with a teasing shake of his hips. His dick bobbed lazily in front of their faces.
“Yes, sir!” they answered in a choir of lusty feminine voices. Despite gulping down a big helping of his precum, they only wanted more. None of them could withstand the sight of his wet cockhead swinging right before them, and a second later three tongues were running cleaning duty across its every inch.
Sweetie sucked in a breath from sudden pleasure, and a powerful throb coursed through his dick. Each of the five mares could feel it, the joyful tremble underneath their lips. It was the kind of “Thank you!” that all of them could understand.
“Ahh… I see it’s time for us to go to the next part, or otherwise I might not last,” Sweetie laughed. “Svelte darling, could you please bring me the white package from behind the altar?”
“Of course, s-sir!” she exclaimed almost before he had finished his request. A blush came upon her cheeks as his eyes met hers. But at the same time, his kind gaze filled her with determination and resolve. She nuzzled his fat cock and placed a wet ‘see you later’ smooch, before rising up and going about her task.
Before her spit had the time to dry up, Svelte was back with a small plain box. She presented it to the stallion, who promptly opened it and dumped its contents on the carpeted floor. Five sets of lipstick rolled across the ground, each bearing a different shade. The mares’ interest was duly piqued, and upon further examination, they noticed that the colors followed the natural hues of their own lips.
If they weren’t so high on Sweetie’s musk, the mares might’ve noted that the presence of this lipstick showed that the cutesy priest knew much more about their plans than he’d let on. But that wasn’t the conclusion that their mushy brains now reached. They saw the match of colors as further evidence that the Goddess had blessed this ritual of devotion, also known as shameless cheating sex.
“Pick up the lipstick and start applying it, girls, trust me, you’ll need it,” the stallion told them, his formal tone beginning to wane as his heartbeat hastened.
It wasn’t easy for the mares to tear their tongues away from his tasty cock, but their curiosity and his confident command left them no choice but to obey. Svelte picked up a set of chocolate brown while others quickly found their own. ‘Flavored Lipstick for All Your Oral Needs!’ was written on its side in curly letters. A royal seal of approval in the form of a blazing sun was printed on its surface, with Celestia’s smiling visage peering from within.
Next to it was another, even bigger seal, this belonging to the newly-reemerged Virility Cult. Within it was painted an image of what any true adherent could recognize as the holiest icon in their whole religion – the Head Priest’s colossal, awe-inspiring cock. Its unique pattern of veins and proportions was a subject of strict memorization by every devotee. Even Svelte could’ve recognized the handsome gray stallion it belonged to if she took the time to compare that girthy dick to the ones painted on the walls around her. But her mind was in a completely different place now, since she already had another gargantuan and no-less-impressive holy dick waiting for her mouthlove.
The mares curiously studied the makeup they’ve been provided with, noting its subtle smell and pleasant feel upon their lips. They helped each other to apply it evenly and thoroughly, with the older mares patiently assisting their younger friends. Cherry Blossom seemed to be the prime expert on all things makeup-related, and she carefully reviewed each mare’s lips with her critical gaze. After all, they had to be absolutely perfect for this momentous occasion, and nothing less than that would do. Digi furrowed her brows in slight frustration as Cherry insistently corrected the imperfections in her work.
“I’m telling you, this looks so much better. He’s totally gonna love it,” Cherry whispered in her ear. Digi couldn’t help but respond with a weak but thankful smile.
Sweetie watched the mares do their work with nothing short of gleeful premonition. He knew very well where their pretty lipstick would soon end up. His hungry cock throbbed with love at the sight of five pairs of plush, painted lips coming to greet him, their owners staring lustfully between his legs. The vivid colors of their lipstick seemed to shine in the gloomy sanctum of the church. Digi’s sparkling silver, Svelte’s chocolate brown, Minty’s cool green. The enticing shade of dark, kissable red on Cherry’s lips was now richer than it had ever been before. While the glossy pink of Maroon’s lips was so obscenely sexual, that if she saw herself in a mirror she’d definitely die of shame.
“Looking good, girls,” he cooed wistfully. “Time to put those gorgeous lips to some proper use!”
His words produced a slew of sultry smiles and a few air kisses had been sent his way. The mares began to approach him, while the stallion explained the rules for their new game.
”You all have shown great promise, but now I need to test the true depth of your devotion to our Goddess. Come here, my pupils, see how deep you can take me and how far you can leave an imprint of your lips.”
The mares looked at Sweetie’s dick with newfound fear and trepidation. “We have to swallow that whole thing!?” Digi exclaimed before she could stop herself.
“You don’t have to,” the priest smirked. “But if your faith is strong, then you will. I’m confident that with proper training all of you shall achieve this feat.”
Svelte felt a nervous gulp travel down her throat. Sweetie’s cock looked even longer and thicker now that she knew where it would go. Verily, only the holy power of the Goddess could prevent her from being destroyed by this throbbing monster. Its every twitch was a threat directed against her weak feminine mind. The veins that lined up its surface were no longer cute lickable streaks, but the fearsome powerlines of a giant beast. Who would dare challenge such a freakish thing?
“Step aside, girls, and let me show you how it’s done,” Cherry strode forward, looking confidently at their brutal foe.
Sweetie grinned at her and spread his legs wider. His cock lurched up without a warning and spewed a threateningly large amount of pre. Cherry swallowed, signs of hesitation showing on her face. Her eyes carefully sized up the immensity of her task. Up from its drooling tip, to the mighty medial ring, and down to the massive round balls. Sweetie’s face loomed behind it, still as handsome and disarmingly cute as he ever was. He looked at her serenely, as if he was a simple neutral observer and not the stallion whose monstrous dick would soon be lodged deep down her throat.
Cherry breathed in, her eyes narrowed, lips pursed, and she began to approach his lap with slow, sensual steps. Sweetie’s tool throbbed out a final warning, but she didn’t even think to stop. Her mind was set, her throat – ready, the time has come to bring down the beast. Cherry closed the final gap, and immediately her red lips found purchase on the drooling tip of the stallion’s dick. The salty taste of his precum now seemed to have a sinister tinge. As her mouth opened wider, her tongue boldly lapped up the spewed-up goo.
Her lips had to be stretched to their limit to accommodate the priest’s fat cock. The other mares watched nervously from the sidelines as she pushed on. Slowly, inch by inch, Sweetie’s twitching fuckpole began to disappear between her lips. As it advanced further, the strong, overpowering flavor of his cock filled her mouth, destroying even a memory of any other taste. It bulged out her cheeks and left a scorching trail with its blazing inner heat. A dominant throb coursed through the feral tool, rattling Cherry’s body to her very core. Her eyes watered as she watched the endless expanse of the stallion’s pink cock stretch out before her muzzle. His sweaty crotch loomed on the horizon, but it seemed like little more than a distant dream.
Yet she did not surrender. Her holy fervor urged her to press on. The proud mare felt a well of sacred power opening within her as Sweetie’s crowned tip passed the threshold of her throat. She grabbed his hips and pulled on them with all her feminine strength. Beads of sweat rolled down her gorgeous penciled brow while a few more inches of his dickmeat were stuffed inside her mouth. It was truly a heroic effort on her ordained path to become the perfect sleeve for his cock.
But even divine guidance had a limit when the challenge was so unbelievably immense. Cherry’s progress was soon reduced to a mere crawl. Her mind was willing, but her body was still too weak. Untrained, untampered, unaccustomed to the massive holy dick. She pressed her lips tightly into its firm flesh, leaving the final imprint that would mark her score for this test.
The rest of the group watched in awe at the sheer amount of shiny, spit-soaked inches of pure cock that steadily emerged from within the mare’s mouth. Like a perverse magic trick, they went on and on even when it seemed like there could be no more. Finally, the tip slid out into the view, leaving Cherry to fall back, sucking in a huge breath.
Despite the shakiness of her legs, she seemed more alive than ever, even feeling bold enough to send a thick wad of spit at her former enemy. But then her gaze softened and she left a friendly kiss of reconciliation on its tip. Only after that did she pull away to check the progress she had made.
A thick red line of lipstick was wrapped around the girthy shaft, measuring out a little more than a third of its total length. For all the struggle she had gone through, the result might appear modest, but Cherry knew that this was only a first step on her journey to the stallion’s musky crotch.
It was also a benchmark for the other mares, something to aspire to, or to try to beat. Their friend’s example had shown them that the task was indeed just as big and tough as the priest’s divine cock. But it wasn’t unbeatable. You could fight the beast and come back alive.
“Well done, Cherry. That was pretty good for your first try,” Sweetie praised the mare who was ten years older than him as if she was his obedient schoolgirl. And she responded in due kind, beaming him a proud smile like this was the biggest achievement of her life. “Who wants to go next? Any of you think you can do better?” he smirked at them, his eyes passing across their faces. The stallion’s inviting gaze stopped meaningfully at Svelte, and he licked his lips while looking over her petite frame.
But before the mare gathered enough courage to volunteer, Minty Mist took a confident forward step.
“Okay, I’ll have a go at sucking the damn thing.” She approached the stallion, tastefully smacking her painted lips.
Svelte couldn’t help but admire the courage of her older friends. Their experience in face-fucking was clearly making the difference here. And yet even their skills were pushed far past their limit while deepthroating Sweetie’s immense tool.
Minty did her best to repeat her friend’s performance, swallowing the stallion’s cock and grabbing him by his plump, squishy thighs. As her lips advanced further, a shameless expression of pure carnal pleasure broke out on his face. It contrasted sharply with a look of intense strain that Minty had displayed. The more she struggled, the lewder his smile grew. As tears welled up in her eyes, his lips spread only wider, opening up to reveal his fangs and his lolling tongue.
Svelte watched his face with fascination, feeling envious that she wasn’t the one who made it look so pleased. And when Minty finally retreated, it hurt her soul to see that joy disappear. So as soon as the mare’s mouth slid off his cock, Svelte was already coming closer to offer up her soft brown lips instead.
Sweetie’s eyes twinkled with desire, a big dollop of precum drooling out of his dickslit. “Go for the record, dear. I know you can do it,” he whispered, giving her a wink.
Svelte’s heart nearly melted from his warm, encouraging words. She was in love indeed, ready to push herself to the very limit so that his cock may twitch in feral joy.
That cock now stood before her pretty face, the air thick with its virile scent. It was still a mighty, fearsome beast, but one that she wanted to pacify and please. A pair of colorful kiss marks were present on its pudgy tip – the warm farewells that the previous two mares had left. Further on, Minty’s green lipstick had marked her progress just an inch shy of her friend’s dark red line. Those two circular streaks made the stallion’s dick look even more obscene, serving as clear evidence of where two mouths had just been. The gleaming layer of spit made that more obvious still – the last third of Sweetie’s cock was covered in blobs and strings of slimy drool.
Svelte looked with a bit of hesitation at the thick ropes of filthy, bubbly throat-slime that hung under the priest’s shaft. She’d have no choice but to slurp them up. Her eyes went up to his face, meeting the stallion’s encouraging smile. His dick twitched, sending the strings of spit into a wobble. The mare extended her tongue, picking up a dangling rope, and quickly found that the minty taste of her friend’s drool was infused with a heavy dose of cock.
A loud wet slurp followed as she sucked the nasty string inside her mouth and then went in for more. All was blessed that touched the stallion’s sacred cock, Svelte realized in a sudden revelation. She had no choice but to worship everything that bore its musky mark. Running her tongue along the wet underside of Sweetie’s pole with renewed vigor, Svelte made sure to pick up every bit of drool that she would meet.
But she did not forget about her main task. Quickly done with preparations, the blonde mare moved back to his waiting tip before the poor thing would get too lonely.
It spewed a slimy gift of salty pre as a third set of female lips was wrapped around its girth. Ever hungry and ever horny, Sweetie’s dick began to force its way toward her throat. Svelte was subjected to the same array of forces that had already purified her older friends. The immense pressure, the cleansing heat, the throbs that made her legs weak.
She felt it all and reveled in the feeling, pushing herself on and on. The struggle was only making her resolve stronger. Her eyes were wet, her throat ached, she felt dizzy, but in some deep recesses of her mind, a novel truth began to emerge. The Goddess had given her a new purpose, a new role in life.
Svelte would forever be connected to the stallion who had saved her soul. But she was not to be his lover, not his servant, not even his whore. No, in her eternal wisdom, the Goddess has decreed that Svelte would be his toy. Her body would serve him in every perverse way that his heart desired, and her mind would be a pliable mush within his hooves. She would be a plaything living for his pleasure, a submissive fuckdoll in his service, a warm sleeve for his fat cock.
The deeper he reached inside her throat, the more all other thoughts and memories seemed to fade away, and that holy truth took their place. It was as if his dick was trampling over her entire life to make space for her new self. An image of her coltfriend still existed within her mind’s eye, but it was shrouded within a dense fog of Sweetie’s musky stench. She pushed herself forward, impaling herself on the priest’s throbbing tool, and the fog grew even thicker.
Svelte has reached far, passing Minty’s emerald green lipstick, but despite her best efforts, her lips were still half of an inch shy of Cherry’s mark. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t go any further.
It was at that moment of desperation that she felt a pair of hooves land gently atop her head. She raised her teary eyes to look up at Sweetie, who stared back at her with an expression of near-ecstatic lust.
“Let me help you a bit, dear,” he said. His voice was soft, but the grip he took was definitely not.
Svelte’s head was pulled harshly towards the stallion’s groin. His massive tool rammed brutally inside her throat. The defenses her body had put up were broken instantly, with not a shred of mercy. And so were the remaining guards within her brittle mind. Sweetie’s dick had powered through it with not a care in the world for what it had destroyed. Her goals, her aspirations, the already-foggy memories of her coltfriend. They were all flattened by the massive weight of the stallion’s hallowed cock.
And yet Sweetie thought about none of that. His only care was for the hot wetness of her tight throat. Everything else was just collateral damage inflicted by the self-indulgent acts of a horny stallion. It was in the nature of his mighty cock to trample over anything that stood in the way of its total domination and control.
If Svelte’s commitment to her timid coltfriend was in any way an issue, then he would too become Sweetie’s toy just as much as she now was. The only way that they could be together, was if they both acknowledged the ultimate superiority of the priest’s huge, divine cock. She didn’t have to be told this, she simply felt it in the possessive throbs of the tool that used her mouth as its rightful parking spot.
Only when her eyes began to roll up from the lack of air did Sweetie finally release her head. She pulled away, leaving behind a big sloppy mess of spit as a gift for the next mare who would suck his dick.
“Congratulations, Svelty, you’re really setting the new standard here. I knew you could do it!” the stallion praised her, rewarding the mare with a couple of proud dickslaps across her face, smearing her cheek in spit and pre.
The rich brown hue of her lipstick was indeed triumphantly displayed at the forefront of their throbbing leaderboard. It was more than an inch further than Cherry’s mark, which left her with a sizable advantage over an already strong result. The red and green lines of the previous two dicksucking competitors were slightly smudged and washed away, giving their coloring to the spit-polished flesh.
Svelte beamed with joy, barely even caring about her teary eyes and sore throat. She left a loving kiss directly around the stallion’s cockslit, before stepping away to give space to the next mare in line. Digi was already coming up to try her mouth at this test. She stared at Sweetie’s dick so hard it seemed like she didn’t even see the stallion it was attached to.
Svelte was about to leave them, but the priest stopped her before she could walk away. “Stay here, darling. I feel I might yet need your help.”
And so she did, watching from up close as Digi dutifully used her throat for the stallion’s pleasure. She felt a sense of pride seeing strings of her drool dangle underneath that giant cock. It didn’t even matter that most of them were destined to end up in Digi’s mouth or on her chin. After all, that was their purpose – to remind each mare that there were many of them, but only a single dick that they all adored. Each one of them had to know her place, and obediently clean up Sweetie’s cock after he had used her friends.
Digi’s thick silvery lips glittered in the dim light of the candles as they slid across the stallion’s shaft. She was making good progress but it slowed down significantly when she began to reach Minty’s mark. That seemed to be about the limit of the first time for most mares, but Digi wasn’t about to surrender yet. The priest was only happy to give her a pair of helping hooves. But this time, they won’t be his own.
“Svelty, be a dear and give your friend a good hard push.” He gave her a playful look.
She did not need to be told twice. As soon as the command registered inside her brain, her hooves were already in the motion. Svelte only gave Digi a quick glance when she grabbed her head. As she pushed her friend forward, Svelte’s gaze was fixed on the stallion’s enchanting face. She adored the way his eyes momentarily glazed over when Digi’s mouth slid one inch deeper toward his crotch. Without even thinking about it, she pressed her hooves harder, desperate to see more signs of his pleasure. His quickened breath, his increasingly lewd smile – those were the treasures that she valued most.
Svelte was so focused on the stallion’s expression that she almost forgot that her friend was suffocating on his cock. Only when he looked back at her and gave a satisfied nod did she remember, blushing as she pulled her hooves away. Glancing down, she noticed that Digi’s silver line was now half an inch in front of her own.
Should she feel proud or disappointed? Svelte did not know. But Sweetie made sure to congratulate them both, asking them to present their cheeks and giving each a few wet smacks with his cock before sending them off.
Maroon was the last one to surrender her oral sovereignty to the stallion. She approached him with a ginger step, blushing furiously as she glanced at the mess of spit and lipstick that covered a good third of his beastly dick. Those were the trophies he had won in an unequal fight of big tough cock versus hot submissive mouths, and now Maroon’s virgin throat was about to round up his conquests.
Sweetie gave her the same reassuring smile she had seen on his face so many times before. He was as casual as ever, as if he was simply about to give the morning sermon, and not waiting for her to cosplay as his personal cocksleeve.
But now she understood that what she saw as friendly warmth in his eyes was actually a look of lust and desire of a constantly horny stallion. To think that his giant dick had been always lurking underneath his robes, always demanding satisfaction of its endless hunger. How difficult it must’ve been to keep it under control without a set of willing mares sucking him off every single day as he deserved! Maroon now knew that it was a sign of his incredible restraint that he had only groped her fat butt three separate times. It was unbelievably presumptuous of her and the others to come to him with accusations, when clearly, they should’ve been the ones licking the salty sweat off his nuts from day one.
Fortunately, the young priest had been gracious enough to let them enjoy the privilege of servicing his holy bitchbreaker despite the offense they’ve caused to him. Or at least, that’s how Maroon’s musk-drowned brain saw it as her nose came within a few inches of his cock. The brutally masculine smell of a virile dick urged her to do what she was told without any hesitation. Her mouth opened in a gesture of ultimate feminine obedience, and soon her lips were stretched wide around Sweetie’s girth.
He let her go at her own pace, whispering words of encouragement in his husky voice. “Good girl. Keep going. Show that dick who’s the boss.”
Her cheeks flushed all the harder from his lewd remarks. She understood that it was his cock dominating her and not the other way around, but there was nothing she could or wanted to do about it. With every inch that hid behind her pink lips, her mind was flattened ever more.
“Just let it slide a bit deeper. Ahh… And a little more. Pretty please, honey?”
This was definitely the cutest way she could’ve imagined being asked to turn her throat into a living fleshlight and her mind into a puddle of dick-trampled mush. How could she say no to that? Well, even if she’d wanted to, her mouth was way too full to speak anyway. The only communication her tongue could do was done through licking the underside of his shaft, and in that respect, she certainly said a lot.
When Maroon’s lips finally receded, they left a bright pink line atop Minty’s green smudge. A tie for the last place wasn’t a ground-shattering result, but it was still better than she had expected. Deepthroating a huge fat cock was no simple task, especially for a sex-shy mare like her. And yet, despite the difficulty, or maybe even because of it, the rough experience made her feel truly blessed, her eyes shining with enlightenment that can only be found within the throbs of a holy schlong. Sweetie patted her and played with her mane as she placed the customary kiss on his tip, finishing the mosaic of lip marks that decorated his crowned cockhead.
“Come here, ladies, time to receive your grades! The stallion called out to the mares, motioning for them to sit in front of him.
Their eyes instantly lit up and they pranced towards his lap like a group of excited fillies. Except these fillies had much more than some regular mischief on their minds. The sheer sexual energy they exuded would be enough to harden the dicks of a whole room of stallions. But all of their love and affection was directed at just one.
The mares gathered quickly around his crotch, shuffling as close to him as they could. Maroon was the only one who didn’t have to move, as Cherry and Minty sealed her fate. Two bouncy flanks simply squeezed her fat butt from the sides, leaving her no choice but to stay right in front of the stallion’s dick. Together, they formed a trio of soft, tightly-pressed butts – ruby red, light pink, and minty green – with each practically begging for a spanking. It was a crime that such a view was hidden from Sweetie at the moment, but he’ll have plenty of time to play with their backsides after he was done with their mouths. Meanwhile, Digi and Svelte found their places on either side of his lap, laying their chins on his thighs, their noses nearly touching the base of his cock.
Thus, all five mares were once again reunited within the musky aura exuded by the priest’s male parts. And the depth of their addiction to his acrid stench has only grown bigger. Their painted lips spread into blissful smiles as they inhaled more and more.
The colorful lines that circled Sweetie’s wet shaft were at the center of attention, with every mare measuring her worth based on how far she’d reached. All of them had felt the mind-breaking power of this divine tool. Their fates were permanently bound to it, their very souls begging to be enslaved and used as the stallion’s spiritual cumrags. Digi felt particularly proud as the winner of the first round of their competition, which meant that she also was the one whose mind was destroyed the most. And that was only right, since the greatest achievement for every mare was to become a perfectly subservient fuckslave, with every fiber of her being devoted to the Goddess – and therefore to the horny male whom she sent to represent her will.
Before he would officially announce the winner, Sweetie playfully wiggled his hips, making his dick bob left to right, bumping against Digi’s and Svelte’s snouts, while their chins rubbed across his thighs. They responded with licks and kisses, leaving faint lip marks on his shaft. The other mares saw it as a cue to begin rubbing their own muzzles across his cock.
“Mm, nicely done, ladies. You’ve all put your tight throats to good use. The Goddess is pleased to have such devout slu–… I mean worshippers.” Sweetie grinned with not a shred of worry as he nearly made an *oopsie* by calling them for what they really were. The mares didn’t even flinch. At this point, he could easily send a big, slimy glob of his spit into any of their pretty faces, and they’d only thank him and ask for more. In fact, this was as good of a time as any to test that theory.
“And the greatest display of devotion certainly deserves a proper reward, doesn’t it, my lovely *worshippers*?” Sweetie asked them, and the mares nodded vigorously in response, grinding their snouts on his cock. One of them looked up hopefully at him from his groin. “Be a good girl and open up your mouth for me, Digi. I’ve got something nice for you~”
Her eyes lit up as she tilted her head towards him, gladly giving him easy access to her open maw. Within, Digi’s tongue waggled in anticipation. It was a perfect target for the large, nasty ball of drool that Sweetie had already begun charging up. He made sure all other mares watched him as he launched it in between their friend’s beautiful silver lips.
“And here’s another one to pretty up your face,” the stallion let out a cute snicker and casually spat at her muzzle just because he could.
“Thank you, *sir*,” Digi cooed dreamily, whirling his spittle across all of her taste buds.
“Don’t be too quick to swallow it, Digi. You have won, but it wasn’t without help. So how about you share the reward with your friend?” He placed his hoof on Svelte’s head and playfully ruffled her mane.
Both mares glanced up at him and then looked at each other. Their eyes met and Digi’s lips spread into a naughty smile. Svelte saw a desire aimed at her that she’d never seen in her friend. She smiled back, a little more unsurely.
Their heads moved closer, and Digi opened her mouth, presenting a slimy gift on her outstretched tongue.
Svelte felt a gentle pressure on the back of her head pushing her towards it. At the same time, Sweetie’s other hoof was already rubbing Digi’s pure-white mane. A meeting of their mouths was inevitable, and Svelte decided not to wait. She licked Digi’s tongue with her own, letting strings of sticky drool stretch between them. And then again, and again. Digi responded in kind, and soon their tongues mashed together in a chaotic dance.
Svelte felt a strange elation as she made out with her friend. It was surprisingly intimate for such a shamelessly public act. They stared at each other, tasted each other’s spit, felt each other’s hot breaths washing over their faces. But they could not forget about the hooves of their holy teacher gliding lovingly across their manes. Or about his heaving chest that seemed to get closer with every second. Until their cheeks finally pressed against it, rubbing across his soft pink fur and feeling his heartbeat as they kissed.
They soon learned that Sweetie had more in mind than merely cradling his two playful fillies. A string of his spit was already descending between their faces. Svelte saw it dangling before her eyes, reaching ever closer to their mouths. And then beginning to flow across both of their tongues, coating them in a layer of his sickly-sweet mouthslime. He had decided that just one portion that he gave to Digi wasn’t enough for them both to properly taste his gift and was generously providing them with much more.
The three other mares looked on enviously at all the sloppy fun their friends were having. Their tongues grew itchy at the sight, demanding to be put to work. Fortunately, there was a massive, twitching, leaking pillar that would be only happy to employ their vacant mouths. It bobbed invitingly in front of them as Sweetie wagged his hips in excitement. The stallion wasn’t even thinking about it, focused entirely on feeding his sugary saliva to his maretoys. But he definitely noticed it when three wet tongues began running circles around the fleshy crown of his cock. He didn’t have to look to know their exact movements. The extra-sensitive skin of his swollen tip could feel every little touch, from the tongue-scrubbing of its outer ridges to the worshipful licking of his drooling dickhole. Two mouths were working on the sides, and one handled the middle. Glancing at the trio, Sweetie saw that Maroon was the one who had taken on the precum-slurping duty, not for the first time this day. Cherry and Minty had focused on the head of his cock as well, kissing, suckling, and lapping with their tongues any bit of engorged flesh they could reach. Occasionally they would bump into Maroon from one side or another, leading to an impromptu tongue kiss.
Sweetie had spent a little too much time staring at the three gorgeous mares, leaving Digi and Svelte now feeling jealous too. As his spit dribbled out, they quickly came up with a plan to turn his attention back to themselves. While he wasn’t looking, they rose up to his face and ambushed him with a barrage of smooches and licks. Their tongues matted the fur on his cheeks, while their lips peppered them with ever fainter marks. Both of them inched steadily towards his mouth, prodding him to engage them in the make-out session that they so clearly deserved.
Svelte still remembered that hot kiss he had given her, but now it seemed like a part of another world. A world where shameless perversity was an artistic expression manifested on the walls of the church, but not something in which regular ponies like her would ever find themselves engaged. That kiss she’d shared with the adorable priest would seem barely worth the notice after gagging on his gigantic dick. And yet it wasn’t so. She remembered it with a burning passion, the first time he had truly laid his claim on her. Tremendous guilt filled her when she thought about how little she responded then. She should’ve given him her all, surrendered to him then and there for the privilege he had provided her. This would be her atonement for that moment of hesitation and for her lack of faith. So, when Sweetie’s tongue finally pushed out of his mouth and touched hers, Svelte felt the very height of holy bliss. Digi was quick to join in, and soon three pairs of lips were engaged in a fervent kiss.
The stallion barely had to do anything when these young fertile mares were eagerly pushing their soft snouts into his face. He went from one hot mouth to another without any pause. Focusing on Svelte while Digi licked his cheek, then letting them both play and fight with his tongue together. And after that, he would be the one to suck on *their* tongues, inviting the girls to push them deep into his mouth.
A flurry of flavors and sensations was constantly stroking the stallion’s lust. Svelte’s lips had the taste of chocolate, and her spit flowed as smooth as silk. On the other side, Digi’s kisses left his skin tingling, her saliva sending prickles through his flesh. There was a bite to her sweetness, an electrifying fizz that made his nerves light up.
The stallion’s tongue was taking a contrast shower, going from one extreme to another. Again and again, Svelte’s heavenly smoothness battled with the sharp tickles left by her friend. Digi would suckle on his tongue, then Svelte, then Digi, then Svelte, each bathing him with her spit. Sometimes they would assault him at the same time, licking his tongue together, and in the process covering it with overlapping trails. Their opposing forces made each other feel that much stronger. Without even knowing it, Digi and Svelte formed a perfect duo that brought mind-numbing pleasure to their lucky owner.
Sweetie’s eyes had glazed over as he lost himself in their sultry mouth-hugs. His hindlegs trembled from the joy. It was made greater yet by the presence of several sets of lips on his fat cock, but the situation there was about to change too. Minty was burning with desire to show the true depth of her love for the priest’s godly tool, and Cherry was quite happy to assist her friend on that holiest of missions. While Sweetie was too busy trading drool with Svelte and Digi, the older mares began to execute their plan.
Minty’s lips wrapped around his dick and she began to swallow it inch by inch. Cherry was pushing her from behind, ensuring that the mare would have no choice but to take on the role of the stallion’s cocksock. Meanwhile, Maroon bent down to say ‘hello’ to Sweetie’s heavy nuts. And maybe clean them up a little, as they were prone to getting sweaty after the tiring work of preparing a massive load of jizz.
Even in the midst of mind-blanking ecstasy, Sweetie could recognize the throat that was now eagerly welcoming his cock. Its internal heat was augmented with a dash of refreshing coolness, a minty breath that spread a pleasant buzz through his dick. That heavenly sensation advanced further and further along his length with each second, but even that was not enough for him. He pressed his hooves firmly into the floor behind him and began to thrust with his hips.
Minty learned a vital lesson on what it was like to be a horny stud’s personal fleshlight, while Svelte and Digi continued licking his face all over, and Maroon did the same for his balls. Cherry held her friend with a firm grip, ensuring that the stallion would have a perfect mouth-pussy to fulfill his needs. But she wasn’t satisfied with a merely assisting role. The lustful beauty leaned towards him, her thick red lips puckered for a kiss. Her tongue was already peeking from between them, showing that she was going to make it long and deep.
Sweetie couldn’t say no to a new addition to his make-out group. Honestly, he was barely able to do anything beyond instinctually humping Minty’s throat as he melted underneath the licks of his obedient fuckpets. Sow when Cherry pressed her lips into his and began exploring his mouth with her skilled tongue, he simply moaned into her face like a horny colt. Her fresh, juicy drool coated his taste buds, adding into the mix the aromatic flavor that bore her name. Cherry’s spit was not as smooth as Svelte’s; it was thick, cloying, restricting even. It stuck aggressively to every surface that it reached, covering the priest’s mouth and leaving a strong aftertaste within. The mare’s flavor was determined to imprint its mark, to make the stallion remember and desire her even after a single passing kiss. And she was giving much more to him right now, a mashing of lips and tongues that was bound to leave any horny boy hopelessly lovestruck.
Digi and Svelte never stopped their sloppy mouth-work and they were ready to add their own touches as soon as Cherry pulled away. All three mares extended their tongues right above Sweetie’s open lips, their eyes looking sideways at each other as they silently formed a collective plan. Saliva flowed down from their mouths, and they united it into a single stream, pressing together the tips of their tongues. One thick string of triple-mixed female spit descended into the stallion’s maw.
He bucked his hips as that blessed liquid touched his tongue. It was as if the fluids have conspired to combine their forces the same way that the mares did. Their blended spit could change its effect in a blink of an eye, going from smooth to fizzy and then back again, pulsating with life like it had a mind of its own. It clung to his tongue and to his gullet as he drank it, forming an energizing trail along its path.
That was the moment when Sweetie felt a new kind of heat begin to rise within his nuts. It spread into his crotch and then flowed like a wave of numbing pleasure across his body, finally reaching to his head. But it wasn’t his climax, it was something else. Something more primal, something that was buried deep within his genes. He suddenly felt drunk, and at the same time more clear-headed than he’d been. His limbs buzzed with renewed energy and power, his cock particularly so. Ancient magic coursed through him, making him feel lighter and stronger, filled with determination and the need for even greater pleasure.
The mares above him took notice that something began to change. His eyes glowed as he looked at them, and his body seemed to fizzle with energy that emerged from within. Somehow, Sweetie managed to look both cuter and more dominant, instilling awe and fear into them. He sucked in the string of drool they were feeding him in one go and ran his fiery gaze across their faces. Instantly, all of their confidence drained away. They felt like a bunch of little fillies under the stare of a stern teacher, suddenly reminded that they were totally within his power and control. It was clear that the love their kisses would usually produce has been transformed into something much more feral and obscene. After all, what could a horny stud find more pleasurable than to utterly demolish the throats of the mares that had given him their hearts?
“Get in line, you three. I’m going to test your faith again. This time a bit more vigorously,” he ordered.
Svelte couldn’t decide if it made the situation more comical or more intimidating that he said it while Maroon was still licking his balls, and a good half of his titanic cock was lodged inside Minty’s throat. Either way, it wouldn’t stay there for long. The green mare was barely conscious, hanging limply on his hardened pole. But her body quickly began to fill with life when Cherry finally pulled her off. Like a true *slut* devotee Minty used her newfound strength to place a sloppy kiss on Sweetie’s tip. She has beaten Digi’s record, but everyone here knew that many more records will be broken until the night was over.
And thus, a pertinent question hung in the air. Who would be next to suck it? It was up to the stallion to decide, or more precisely, up to his cock. It swung left to right like the barrel of a massive gun, searching for a target. Each of the three mares felt her heart jump within her chest when that throbbing weapon was aimed in her direction. And when it twitched, their legs grew weak.
Before making his choice, Sweetie deliberately drew a few circles with his hips, causing his spit-polished dick to go on a merry-round trip. And then he finally pointed it directly at Cherry’s face. His hoof slid across the top of his shaft, bending it down just a little in a welcoming gesture. The hungry look he gave her was stronger than any spoken order could ever be.
Cherry stepped forward, her eyes transfixed upon the beautiful curve of his rounded tip. She looked hypnotized, gliding across the floor as if her body was guided to it by an invisible force. As if the gravitational attraction of that massive horsecock was so great that she couldn’t help but fall lips-first towards it. There was no way to stop their imminent collision; she only sped up the closer she approached. Until inevitably her mouth made contact with his swollen dick. Her plush lips stretched to an obscene level in a now-familiar motion when she pushed forward. Much less familiar was the feeling of the stallion’s hooves upon her head. Before she even had time to think, she was being pulled forcefully into his crotch.
Sweetie had no desire to go at Cherry’s own pace. There would be only one pace here, and its single limitation was how quickly he could slam his dick inside her throat. He could still feel the taste of her spit within his mouth, but it felt much better when spread across his cock. Why kiss a mare with your lips, when you can make her kiss your groin? It is with that ancient piece of wisdom in his mind, that he dragged Cherry’s mouth along his salty length. A mystical energy crackled within his hooves, filling them with feral strength. In just a few seconds, half of his cock passed by her lips. But then the progress slowed, showing that it was the mare’s limit.
He refused to accept this, clenching his teeth while his muscles tensed as hard as they could. And through this struggle, another well of power opened up within him. Or more specifically, within his balls. A second wave of numbing pleasure coursed through him, making him feel even stronger than before. He pulled Cherry in and forced her to kiss his medial ring – the gates that guarded the final third of his dick. But even that wasn’t enough for him.
Sweetie planted his legs firmly on the ground and pushed his hips up, cramming the fleshy ring into her mouth, and then a few additional inches of his shaft. From then on, Cherry’s life became a blur of rapid feral thrusts, each forcing the stallion’s gargantuan tool deeper between her lips. Her point of view became one of a cheap fleshlight, sliding up and down along his cock without any agency or rights. The only right she still possessed was to remain a silent, subservient fucktoy, and the only reward were two feet of pure pony dick battering her throat. There were no words that could escape her mouth, just sloppy, gurgling noises of a wet hole being used.
Svelte and Digi watched the obscene show with morbid fascination. They knew that this was the fate that awaited them, and their pussies burned all the hotter the more Sweetie abused their friend. By the end, he stuffed nearly his whole cock inside her mouth, his patch of violet-blue pubes tickling the tip of her nose. And then he was done, pulling out and throwing her away like a used toy. His eyes darted up in search of the next plaything before Cherry could even take a single breath.
He turned his predatory gaze to Svelte, and a gush of pussy nectar began to trickle down her thighs. The stallion licked his lips, and his dick jumped up, making her look at it with trepidation. Such a sweet, soft thing, he would save Svelte for the last. Instead, he pointed his dick at Digi and made a ‘come hither’ motion with his hoof. It was time for a little payback for all the mean things she’d said to him.
While Digi approached him, Cherry had found a new task for herself. As soon as she had a supply of air, she bent down in a worshipful submission in front of his hind leg. Her mouth pressed into his hoof, kissing and then licking it with a zealous devotion of a mind-controlled fuckslave. Meanwhile, Minty had joined Maroon in slurping on his musky ballsack, each taking on the job of massaging one of his cum-producing orbs.
But all of this was just background music for the main performance where the leading role will be played by his new cock-toy. Digi brought her muzzle to his tip and took a deep breath full of his hot musk. She had learned the lesson that the male stench of a hung, youthful stud was the best cure for a mare’s worries. With her mind set straight on the task, Digi wrapped her silver lips around Sweetie’s shaft.
The strong masculine taste of his cock was imbued with the flavor of Cherry’s spit. But Digi had little time to indulge in it. Sweetie’s hooves were already on her head, and her mouth was flying towards his holy crotch under their pressure. This time his strength was even greater, and so her mouth ended up hitting his medial ring after a single pull. That barrier was passed a moment later with a forceful thrust of his lust-powered hips.
What followed after could only be described as an act of brutal face-rutting, the likes of which this quiet town has never seen. The stallion’s eyes blazed as he fucked Digi’s mouth with a savage fury that made her envy a fleshlight. Or at least it would, if she had any coherent thought left inside her dick-obliterated brain. Her muzzle was pounding into his groin, and her lips kissed the very base of his enormous cock. A patch of his thick, conveniently-placed pubes had soon become a familiar friend to her nose.
This was, of course, a completely reasonable punishment for the crime of calling him a creep. The name of a stallion blessed by the Goddess cannot be tarnished in such a sacrilegious way. And so, Sweetie has decided in his male wisdom, totally not affected by the depraved needs of his perpetually hungry cock, that Digi should be disciplined through becoming his personal hate-fuck doll.
Her spit covered his dick, sending a shower of electrifying sparks into his flesh. It was the only way her body could fight back, but that just made fucking her face even more enjoyable. Five kinds of drool had already covered his shaft in overlapping layers, soaking one by one into his skin. Though only two of them had encompassed his whole length. Cherry has enveloped Sweetie’s cock in a loving hug of wet, suffocating warmth. Digi added a cascade of tingling sparks that gave his dick a pleasurable buzz. And now it would be time for Svelte to come in and smooth it over like he knew she could.
Sweetie drove a few particularly hard thrusts into Digi’s mouth to finish off the deed. By now her face had all the hallmarks of a violent throatrape: tears ran down her puffed-up cheeks, spit dribbled from her mouth and hang in filthy ropes from her chin, her stylish white mane was in total disarray with matted hair sticking wildly to her forehead. Digi’s eyes were begging for his mercy, looking up at the stallion with that pleading look that only a fat cock lodged down a mare’s mouth could produce.
And he was merciful, just as the Goddess had commanded all her hyper-endowed spokesponies to be. As he pushed the sorry, mindbroken mess of a mare away, his dick straightened out with a bit of floppy wobbling. She fell to the floor and hugged his hindleg, nuzzling his hoof, desperate to touch and love any part of him.
Svelte could only guess at the immensity of brain-destructive power that the priest’s divine fuckpole has unleashed upon her friend. But she would need to guess no more. Both Digi and Cherry viewed it as the height of privilege to be Sweetie’s hoof-licking slave girls after he had a go at them, and now it was Svelte’s turn.
One look from him was enough to make her pussy tremble. He appeared even wilder and stronger now, his power only rising as his arousal came closer to its peak. The aura of dominance he exuded was completely overwhelming, subjugating the mare’s mind to his own without any need for words. Svelte already knew perfectly well what he – and therefore the Goddess – needed her to do.
She felt herself moving forward, not so much against her will, as simply without any regard for it. Her decision didn’t matter here in the least. She will suck his cock. She will let him destroy her throat for his pleasure. And then she’ll smile and beg for more. Svelte knew it within her heart, and she reveled in that future as she approached him and wrapped her mouth around the royal crown of his cock.
Sweetie let her begin swallowing his dick on her own, waiting patiently while her brown lips slipped along the pink skin of his tool. It was even hotter than before, warming up the air around itself like a heater turned to the max. The humid, musky atmosphere made the feeling particularly stark upon her face, and soon beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead. But within her mouth, the heat was even greater, the divine glow radiating constantly from the priest’s thick, godly cock.
He sat with his maw open and his tongue laying on his bottom lip as he concentrated on the otherworldly pleasure that only Svelte’s soft throat could provide. Her mouth was as smooth as velvet, enveloping his shaft inch by inch. His hooves itched to grab onto her long silky mane and smash her face into his groin. It was an act of incredible willpower for the stallion to keep himself from doing that the same way he had done it to her friends. But even his patience had an end. When her progress came to a crawl near the second half of his cock, Sweetie decided it was time to give her a pair of helping hooves.
She knew it was coming, and yet the quick movement of his forelegs still made her heart jump. His mighty hooves landed on the back of her head, and instantly she could feel their irresistible pressure driving her toward his lap. It was a constant, methodical push, where she could do nothing but wait until her lips reached their final destination. The stallion’s dick conquered her throat with practiced ease, reshaping it into a perfect cocksleeve.
Svelte felt as if her body was being rebuilt from within for its new transcendent purpose – to be Sweetie’s personal pleasure doll. And in some ways, it definitely was. His dick was an instrument of the Goddess, ideally designed to turn naïve, impressionable mares into the cult’s obedient cock-worshipping cumsluts. Yet it was just as big as it was selfish, drawing all love and adoration first and foremost to its throbbing self. The priest was a faithful adherent of the Goddess, but his massive tool pursued its own selfish goals. It was a hungry beast that used the Goddess’s holy name for its own perverse pleasure. A powerful but dangerous tool that controlled Sweetie’s mind just as much as Sweetie’s mind controlled it. It subjugated the wills of other ponies without any need for the stallion to do anything but follow his own animalistic needs.
With every second, Svelte could feel that controlling presence take an ever firmer hold of her brain. As her lips finally smooched his crotch, her eyes were directed up, watching the lustful ecstasy upon his charming face. She knew that her mind was now no more than his personal playground. Like a dry sponge, it was already soaking up his depraved fantasies as if they were the most fundamental truths of the world. Step by step, the pre-orgasmic thoughts of a horny stud were laying the groundwork upon which her entire worldview would be built, and she could feel it happening in real-time.
Sweetie rubbed her snout across his soft, multicolored pubes, tactfully reminding her that both her mind and body were his toys. Up and down her nose went, her nostrils getting tickled by the smooth hairs of his crotch fur. He added a bit of left-to-right grinding action too, for there needed to be balance in everything, including the rubbing of cute noses across musky male groins.
Svelte wasn’t subjected to the rapid throatfuck like Digi was, instead the stallion simply pressed her face into his crotch and held it there, enjoying the sublime, all-encompassing softness of her mouth. And when even that was no longer enough, he closed his legs around her head.
Svelte felt like she was trapped in Sweetie’s musky prison when his thighs clamped around her cheeks, squeezing her face in between. The dim light of the church was made even dimmer here, and her view was entirely limited to the stallion’s heaving underbelly and his meaty thighs. Everything was pink around her, pink and hot, and drenched with the stench of his cock. She was surprised to find that she could still breathe, if only a little, and with every breath completely soaked with mind-shattering amounts of musk.
“Mine… You’re mine, Svelty,” the stallion growled, all four of his limbs holding her head in a tight grip. “You’re my property… my pretty little toy…”
Svelte did not need to guess what wicked images Sweetie’s horny imagination was cooking up, because she could already see them within her own mind. His huge, throat-wrecking cock served as a mighty conduit of his desires, amplifying them a hundred-fold and directing that stream of wanton male fantasies directly into her brain. A momentary pervy thought with its only purpose to make his dick throb a little harder would become an unforgettable infatuation once it was beamed inside her head.
Svelte felt an overpowering desire to be exactly the kind of mare that he wanted her to be, the kind of mare that he saw within his most perverse dreams. One that would suck his dick as soon as he woke up in the morning and swallow his jizz down to the last drop. One that would walk behind him guided by a golden leash that he controls. One that he could grope and kiss, and fuck in any hole whenever he desired.
He did not possess the power to truly destroy her memories, or to undo her past, and neither did he want that. Instead, his cock filled her mind with new thoughts, new images, and new desires, all focused on placing itself at the center of her life. Svelte might be able to remember her cute coltfriend, but every time she thought of him, she would see an image of Sweetie’s dick before her eyes, feel its taste and the smell of its musk. The mere thought of kissing him would repulse her, unless they both were licking the priest’s dick or snowballing a mouthful of his pungent cum.
Sweetie was a kind and friendly stallion, but his cock was a giant, feral monster bent on domination, and it did not tolerate any encroachment on its territory by the weaker males. It ruthlessly sought out and destroyed any trace of competition. And where it couldn’t destroy, it corrupted and subjugated to its twisted will. The memories of Svelte’s coltfriend had the misfortune of being in its way, suffering a brutal, unenviable fate. They were stretched thin around Sweetie’s massive shaft, utterly soaked in his sweat and musk, melted down by his heat, and torn apart like a condom several sizes all too small. Subjected to almost every possible metaphorical indignity, those cherished memories had only narrowly avoided the fate of being used to wipe Sweetie’s pert pink butt.
Svelte was no more than a passive observer in that process. And even then, she could hardly comprehend the whole depth of what was being done to her head when the stallion’s throbbing cock was lodged balls-deep inside her throat. As her mind was being trampled into mush, a constant stream of spit was drooling from her open mouth, trailing down the priest’s nuts where it was promptly licked up by a pair of diligent tongues. Maroon and Minty were on the ballsack cleaning duty, and no rogue saliva trails would get past their pretty lips. They also found the time to leave a few tender licks and kisses on Svelte’s neck, feeling the stallion’s cock twitching underneath the flesh.
Even through her skin, these two mares could sense that something special was going on within. And Svelte felt it with her entire body. Sweetie’s throbs had grown to tremendous power, as if his dick was doing a test run before discharging a monstrous load. Down below, Maroon and Minty could feel his nuts heating up and even pulsing just a little bit. They all knew what was coming, and Sweetie knew it most of all.
“Get up, girls, and line your… ah… your beautiful faces. I’m gonna give all of you my blessing,” the stallion said. His legs finally let go of Svelte’s head, and then he pushed her off his cock.
The mares sprung up with eager smiles. Good fillies like them knew well how important those final moments before the stallion’s release were. Even Svelte was quickly on her hooves, though her friends did need to help her up.
“Okay, now… mm… listen up. This is… ah… very important,” Sweetie spoke to them, barely able to keep his moans under control. His hooves slid up and down his cock, maintaining the state of near climax. “You need to do everything just as the Goddess has demanded it! First of all, keep licking my tip. Ahh… yeah… just like that, Digi. Now let Cherry suck on it a little.”
One by one, each mare slurped on Sweetie’s cock, swapping it from one hot mouth to another. Cherry passed it on to Minty for a rapid slew of kisses, who then let Maroon give it a few quick licks. After that, Svelte pushed forward and circled her tongue around the crown, leaving it for Digi to give it a nice wet suck. On and on it went, five sets of lips exchanging places upon a prime piece of throbbing real estate. An endless loop of slurps and licks that almost made Sweetie forget about his next command.
“Don’t be too greedy, girls. Let others have their turns as well,” he chided the mares when they began hogging up his cock. Their dick-sucking queue was quickly degrading into a chaotic mashing of faces in front of his fat pole.
“Now what else did I… mm… wanted to say.” Sweetie slowed his strokes as he tried to remember. Unfortunately for him, his over-excited fuckpets only sucked his dick harder, not allowing him even a second of rest from the sloppy pleasure of their mouths. “Ah… girls, careful, you’re gonna make me… unf…”
None of them even thought of stopping. His cute complaints only made them want to bring him the release more. After all, that was just his rational mind talking, but their allegiance was to his cock. And its pre-orgasmic twitches told them that it desperately needed their hot love. Every throb threatened to be the last, and each mare desired to be the one to receive the first shot of Sweetie’s holy jizz into her mouth.
But that was the privilege that he would not leave to a mere chance. When he felt his load coming up from within the depths of his giant balls, his eyes immediately went to the mare that he wanted to make forever his the most.
“Svelty, quickly… ahh… suck my cock. And look at me.”
Before he even finished his sentence, her lips were upon his dick, tongue swirling around his swollen tip. She stared into his eyes just as he commanded, not moving her gaze, barely even blinking. Rays of pure love and submission shone from within her sparkling pupils. Svelte was begging for his cum, craving to see the orgasmic bliss upon his face.
In that final moment before his mind went into a lustful overdrive, Sweetie managed to give voice to his last command. “Don’t… fuck… don’t swallow it until I let you. And don’t spill a single drop. You got it, girls?”
Sweetie heard a chorus of agreeing voices, but it quickly became distant and unimportant compared to the waves of ecstasy that surged within his crotch. Svelte also hummed in recognition, the stallion’s dick still resting between her lips. It answered her with a tremendous feral throb.
She saw Sweetie’s maw open up in pleasure, and a moment later, a huge thick string of his fertile splooge was blasted inside her mouth. The taste of his fresh cum was so overpowering that her eyes almost rolled up into her head. Just the first pump was enough to fill her mouth, and when the second one came, it forced his hot jizz to travel up and burst out of her nose. The stallion quickly pulled his dick from between her lips and finalized her degradation with a third shot of spunk across her face.
Four open mouths were already waiting for their dinner just beside her, and Sweetie was happy to oblige. He aimed his dick with a lazy motion of his hoof, targeting them like it was some pervy shooting range. Long, fat ropes of sperm-rich goo shot one by one out of his dickhole, flying in air-splitting arcs toward the mares. Each of those shots was not so much a rapid burst, as a surging second-long ejection, during which his dick steadily squeezed out another batch of spunk. A pulse of immense, mind-numbing pleasure accompanied every one of them.
Sweetie tried to aim for the mares’ mouths, but it was inevitable that most of his cum would end up upon their faces. Digi, Cherry, Maroon, and Minty – all of them were caked in his white, sticky seed. Svelte received another helping of cum as well, for how could Sweetie leave his little filly without an extra helping of her new favorite dish.
One by one, each of the mares received heavy spurts of the stud’s nasty jizz into their mouths. He managed to score three direct shots in a row, sending his sloppy projectiles between Digi’s, Cherry’s, and Minty’s lips one after the other. His coltish brain regarded that as a pretty big achievement, releasing an extra burst of dopamine.
On the other hoof, the mares his cock was targeting couldn’t boast of fulfilling the task he had set out for them. None of them managed to follow his ‘no drop spilled’ rule, but honestly, the deck was stacked against them from the very start. All of their mouths were filled in no time, and there was simply no way for Sweetie’s spunk to go except to leak one way or another. And so, inevitably, it went in both directions, trailing into their bellies, and overflowing their colorful lips.
Eventually, thirty full seconds of pure male joy were finalized with a series of weaker squirts, staining the red carpet underneath with several big globs of falling jizz. Though it could hardly be described as clean after all the spit and precum that had already drenched it through. Not to mention all of the semen that was dripping from the mares, forming polls of goo all around them.
All five of them were surrounded by the potent smell of one single stallion. Their dazzling colorful coats and manes were soaked to the core with Sweetie’s sperm. His colossal, divine cock had marked them as his rightful property, leaving a wet, oozing claim that told everything that needed to be known with a single whiff of its mighty stench. It was the filthy smell of a used cumrag, which wasn’t too far off from how the mares could now be described. They were Sweetie’s cumdumpsters, his cocksleeves and his fucktoys. These simple truths had been hammered time and time again into their brains by his throbbing cock.
The stallion exhaled softly, his body no longer bursting with the mystical energy it had possessed. All of that power was used up during his release, leaving Sweetie as his usual cutesy self. Even his girthy cock did not look as immediately threatening as it did before. It bent downwards as it grew softer, while a long string of cum extended down to the very floor from its tip. Sweetie’s shaft looked like a recently discharged gun, still dangerous and fearsome, but with its bloodthirst satisfied for the moment.
The lipstick marks that previously lined its surface had been mostly washed away by the mares’ spit, yet some of them remained on his balls and on his face. They painted a visual history of kisses upon his skin, with neon pink and green smooch marks strategically dividing the surface of his nutsack, while Silver, brown, and red kisses were smattered on his cheeks and nose. If some hapless pony suddenly stumbled inside the church at this moment, a single look at Sweetie was enough to tell that he had been in the middle of some truly smutty deed, and a glance at the mares in front of him would show its sloppy end.
When the young stud scanned them with his eyes, he couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of rivers of his cum flowing down their faces.
“Whew… that was a big one. The Goddess is very… ooh…” – Sweetie paused for a moan as his dick twitched and a bit more jizz was squeezed out from within its depths – “She’s mm… very pleased with you, girls! You didn’t spill my jizz—I mean, my ‘blessing’, haha—did you? Come here and show me what you’ve got.”
The mares stepped closer, surrounding the stallion and proudly showing off their sloppy catch. On display before him were five mouths filled to the brim with the thick nasty goo that his balls had produced, their tongues occasionally rising from beneath the milky-white surface. Nets of slimy, sticky strings covered them, pulling them back into the pools of jizz from which they emerged. Digi even blew several huge cum-bubbles that burst with loud wet pops.
“Mmm… very good. Keep it there, girls, it’s absolutely essential for the ritual!” he told them. His voice was so deadly serious that one might actually believe that this was something more than just a thin veneer for Sweetie to make the mares play out his sick, depraved fantasies.
“Kneel and pray to the Goddess. Ask her to give you faith, to support you in your complete commitment to the church. And don’t forget to keep swirling my spunk inside your mouths! The more you focus on the taste, the stronger your prayer will be.”
Sweetie laid back, resting on the carpet with his hooves behind his head. His enormous half-flaccid dick jutted up from his lap and then bent down towards the mares, serving as a perfect beacon for their prayers. Underneath it, his hard-working balls hummed softly, relaxing just like their owner after a job well done.
Svelte bowed down together with her friends, taking the stallion’s words with utmost faith despite how obvious it was that he was using them for his pleasure. She believed him fully, thanking Celestia for granting her this blessing while her tongue dutifully rolled his salty spooge inside her mouth. Unlike the other four mares, she had also received an additional gift from him in the form of his cum passing through her nostrils, which left her literally unable to smell anything but the overpowering stink of his hot jizz. With the fluid directly covering her smell receptors, she was subjected to the strongest possible form of stench during her every breath. It would be a miracle if she could even remember what fresh air felt like after huffing Sweetie’s cum-fumes for ten more minutes. And yet Svelte knew that this would only give more power to her prayers. In gratitude, she asked the Goddess to grant Sweetie her greatest favor and thanked him silently for the privilege of having her nostrils drowned with his spunk.
Amidst this solemn and worshipful atmosphere, she finally had some time to pay attention to her needy pussy. Her nethers were so hot and desperate that she was afraid to even touch them. And yet touch them she now did. Her hoof trailed down her belly, carefully approaching the source of her greatest need. She prayed once more to the Goddess and then rubbed her swollen clit. As carnal pleasure burst from her loins, the taste of Sweetie’s cum seemed to grow even more intense.
Svelte suddenly heard his soothing voice break through the numbing buzz that filled her mind, and at first, she thought that it was merely a part of her hypersexual trance. But as his words combined into sentences, she began to discern their message, paying close attention to every sound that escaped his lips. Svelte was absolutely certain that his every single word was filled with sacred ancient wisdom.
“Keep praying to my dick, you dumb sluts,” Sweetie punctuated the insult with his adorable, disarming laugh. “Don’t forget to stir my cum while you do it. Your tongues should be whirling around non-stop, every single second! And don’t even try to cheat! The Goddess will know and she’ll be very disappointed if you don’t do everything exactly as I say.”
The stallion was practically taunting them with the selfish depravity of his orders, but the mares didn’t even think of doubting their sincerity and truth. If anything, they felt even more committed to him, their trust reinforced by every degrading remark that left his lips. The idea that he was blatantly making up most of what he was saying just to get his rocks off seemed absurd to them. There had to be some greater plan behind all of this perversity! Because why else did it feel so damn good? And if their brains weren’t being suffocated with his jizz, they might’ve even wondered why had Sweetie’s body surged with energy when he was about to cum. These facts required some divine explanation.
There was no mare more interested in finding the answer than the faithful little Svelty. And she believed that the best way to achieve that was to put her complete and undivided trust into this horny big-dicked stud. The pleasure that she felt when she rubbed her cunt was all the proof Svelte needed to know that he spoke the truth.
Just as he demanded, she made sure to maintain a constant whirlpool of his jizz within her mouth. She couldn’t choose what she wanted more: to swallow it or to keep tasting it forever. Either option made her pussy wet. And while she had the opportunity, she studied its flavor like a devout scholar researching the deepest mysteries of the world.
One thing she could note for sure: there was definitely nothing ‘sweet’ about Sweetie’s spunk. Salty and pungent, it brimmed with a taste of pure masculinity, as if the very essence of maleness has been distilled into this nasty, bitter slime. His load wasn’t just huge in volume, but it was also densely packed with sperm. It made his jizz incredibly thick and sticky, and filled it with a rich seedy flavor that made her cunt crave to get a taste as well.
A single drop of this ultravirile goo could be enough to impregnate her if it managed to reach inside her pussy. And that was a distinct possibility when so much of it was all around her: pooling on the floor, covering the other mares, and soaking into her own fur and mane. She wasn’t even sure that some of Sweetie’s cum hadn’t managed to sneak onto the hoof she was grinding across her pussy at this very moment. But it was too late to bother with that now, she’d simply need to accept the risk. His cock was truly a weapon of mass fertilization, and merely being next to it put every mare in a very real danger of becoming a mother to his foals. Svelte couldn’t exclude the possibility that even just the fumes from his jizz could have a chance of impregnating any breedable cunt that dared to stray too close to his spunk.
She felt her climax approaching at that thought, the risk of accidental impregnation making her pussy tingle in the most delightful way. But instead of welcoming it, she pulled her hoof away and stop her pleasure from rising to that final stage. It was too early, too frivolous. She was obsessed with completely subjugating her sexual needs to Sweetie, and in her mind that meant timing her release to the exact moment when he would allow her to gulp down his jizz.
Like a proper cockslut, she already knew that she and her friends needed to further entrench their submission to the stallion. Where the brutal pounding of his dick had pulverized their feeble female brains, his sticky nut-gloop will glue them back together. With every second that they spent wallowing in the filthy taste of his cum, the iron grip of Sweetie’s will tightened ever harder around their minds. Now that they’ve been caught in his trap, he will ensure that this single night of wanton pleasure would create an uncurable addiction to his cock. An addiction that would soon consume their entire lives.
And Svelte was definitely speedrunning the process of becoming Sweetie’s hopeless, dick-obsessed fuckpet. After all, that’s what the Goddess wanted, what she had decreed in her infinite kindness and wisdom. Right?
Surprisingly, Svelte wasn’t actually that far from the truth. While Sweetie’s actions may seem wholly self-indulgent, they were completely in line with the cult’s rules. Divinely-gifted stallions like him were given the right to indulge in their perverse desires as long as they were bringing in a docile, faithful flock. Strict obedience was reserved for mares and for limp-dicked cucks like Svelte’s clueless coltfriend.
The poor guy was so insignificant that Sweetie didn’t even bother to learn his name before he fucked his mare. And even that was only the first part of his humiliation. Sweetie was already forming up a plan to subjugate that pretty colt and turn him into his personal ass-cleaner. It wasn’t enough to merely steal his girl; Sweetie would make sure to secure his claim on Svelte by dominating her former darling and making him an obedient butt-sniffing thrall.
This was exactly the kind of relationship that the church has established as the new social norm. One where studs with massive dicks reigned supreme, and their less fortunate brethren were subject to their whims. Sweetie managed to stand out even among them, his length and girth marking him as one of the most prodigious stallions in Equestria. He was destined to quickly rise through the church’s ranks, and in the meanwhile, he had the whole town delegated under the firm stewardship of his giant bat-pony schlong.
Svelte was rightfully proud of becoming his very first spunkdump. She was sure that her mouth would be a perfect sinkhole for the safe disposal of immense amounts of spermy goo that his nuts constantly produced. If she did everything just as he desired, Sweetie might even be gracious enough to place her on a jizz-only diet
With that in mind, Svelte dutifully swished his cum around, throwing it from one cheek to another, rinsing her whole mouth with that acrid slime. Among the blessed silence of the church, she could hear other mares doing the same thing, subtle gurgles emanating from their maws. They were all busy worshipping Sweetie’s seed, remaining perfectly still as they bowed down in reverent submission before his slumbering monster of a cock.
And then it throbbed. His heavy shaft jumped up and grew a little bigger and a little harder. A fresh batch of precum spilled out from its slit. The stallion’s balls went to work, restoring his supply of life-conceiving goo.
“Mm, that was a nice bit of respite, wasn’t it girls? Oh, you can’t really talk now, right,” Sweetie laughed, rubbing the back of his head. “You girls were so nice and quiet, I almost fell asleep there. Good thing I didn’t or you’d be tasting my spunk until the morning. Haha, can you imagine that?” he grinned, a cute little devil that he was.
Svelte could definitely imagine it, and that picture made her pussy clench so hard she almost came right then and there. Five of them standing around their master, obediently gurgling his jizz for hours while he slept. To have such a perfect opportunity to demonstrate the endless depth of her devotion would be a dream come true!
“You all look so beautiful. My own little squad of obedient cumsluts.” Sweetie looked the mares over, feeling a little stir between his legs at the sight of his spunk covering their faces. “I hope none of you have let the Goddess down. Right? Come here and show me what you’ve got in those pretty mouths.”
The mares rose up in near unison. They began to stumble towards him, with ‘stumble’ being the exact right words to describe their fumbling, uneven steps. After more than ten minutes of worshipful kneeling, much of Sweetie’s jizz had slid from their manes and foreheads down to their eyes, partially blinding even those who were lucky not to receive a rope of spunk across that vital area. It was impossible for them to open their eyes more than just a little bit, and so all they could see was a tiny glimpse of the stallion’s cock looming before them. Like a giant floppy lighthouse, its glistening silhouette guided them towards the stallion’s lap.
But none of them even thought about trying to swoop away the priest’s spunk from their eyes. First of all, because there was so much of it and it was so damn thick and sticky that doing that would be downright impossible. And secondly, because it would be an unthinkable sacrilege to be so disrespectful to Sweetie’s holy gift. If he has decided that his cum should be splattered across their muzzles, their lips, cheeks, and even on their eyes, then there it shall remain until he ordered otherwise.
But the stallion was kind enough to offer them some assistance in navigating through that spermy haze. He swung his pole left-to-right with energetic motions of his hips, making it easier for them to see.
“Come closer, girls. Follow my voice if you can’t open your eyes,” he directed them, watching with amusement as they blindly crawled towards him. “Keep going… you’re almost there…”
Each mare had a unique pattern of jizz splashes upon her features, and Sweetie used this time to study some of them. Cherry’s face was clearly marked by three separate streaks of cum, reaching from her dark-red mane down to her chin. One of them covered her left eye, while the other two landed on her nose and across her right cheek. It left her with one eye partially working, though it still had a large glob of spunk stuck to her eyelash.
Digi and Maroon didn’t fare much better, with several gooey smears covering their faces. In particular, Digi seemed to have received two separate jets of Sweetie’s jizz within the same area, forming a single thick line of white slime right across the middle of her gray snout. Maroon, meanwhile, had a big spurt of cum hanging down her ear – obviously the result of a shot aimed a bit too high. Another part of that same cum-string has splattered much further on: across her lower back and down her voluptuous pink butt.
Minty has been given her own special treatment. Sweetie had somehow managed to lodge a fat rope of his spunk directly into one of her nostrils, leaving the mare to snort his foal batter while she prayed to his dick. Her cloudy mane was also drenched down to the roots with his cum, some hair strands soaked so deep and thoroughly with sperm that it would be nearly impossible to ever wash away.
And then there was his little Svelty. The mare that has received by far the biggest helping of his love. So many ropes of Sweetie’s goop had landed on her face, that they all melted together into a single unbroken layer. From one cheek to another, and from her forehead down to her chin, a thick mask of cum covered every inch of her brown fur. Where the other mares could partially open at least one eye, Svelte was nearly completely blinded by his extra-sticky spunk. She was allowed no more than a few weak glimpses of her master, only able to dream about his kingly cock.
Sweetie felt rightfully proud of his balls when he looked at the result of their work. Even by his high standards, this was truly a stupendous amount of jizz. He rewarded them with a soft scratching of his weighty sack, using his hoof to give a little massage to his giant nuts.
In the meanwhile, his little squad of cum-blinded sluts has already approached quite close, and each of them was showing off her filled mouth. Their tongues were rising up and then diving back into the pools of jizz, or going round and round to make the liquid swirl. Digi was so energetic that some of the cum spilled from between her lips, but she quickly caught it with her hoof and forced it back inside.
The mares bowed down before Sweetie, their puffy cheeks swollen by the mass of cum that rested within their mouths. His dick was already tingling in anticipation of what these lusty girls were about to do. He gave it a little stroke and smirked as he saw that Svelte had too begun slowly rubbing her pussy in preparation.
“Make sure to get one last good taste before it’s over. Really focus on it. Feel the texture and the flavor of my cum. Memorize that feeling. Burn it deep into your brains.”
The mares listened to Sweetie with closed eyes and intense expressions, doing their best to follow his instructions. At this point, the potent taste of his seed was so ingrained into their heads that they will never be able to forget it. In fact, they barely even remembered what it was like not to have a full mouth of Sweetie’s jizz.
“Mm, that was pretty fun, right? You must be really yearning to swallow my spunk.” Sweetie said, and five gorgeous mares nodded at him with the wholehearted eagerness of perky little fillies. “Hehe, of course you are, you horny girls. But how about you first nuzzle my cock for a bit, it’s been feeling very lonely without you.”
They didn’t need to be asked twice. If There was one thing these mares knew how to do, it was how to please the hyper-endowed leader of their new little sub-cult. Their faces stormed his dick from all sides, round, cum-bloated cheeks rubbing against his rapidly hardening flesh. With their vision highly limited, it was as chaotic as it was obscene.
“Ready up, girls. I want to see big lumps traveling down your throats as soon as I say go,” the stallion instructed them. He tried to keep a serious tone but was unable to prevent a lewd smile from adorning his pink lips.
“Five.”
“Four.”
Svelte pressed her hoof directly against her clit, rubbing it as hard as she could.
“Three.”
“Two.”
“Oneeee…”
Sweetie made a teasing pause, keeping his fuckpets in a state of intense anticipation. After just a couple seconds of this silent torture, Svelte and Digi mewled and whimpered like a pair of pathetic, needy whores, begging him to give the final signal.
As the mares waited with baited breaths, a tremendous *THROB* suddenly quaked through Sweetie’s cock, startling all of them.
“Go!”
In a single moment, five obedient throats made the exact same motion, sending huge globs of his sperm on a sure path into the bellies of their owners. The mares raised their heads high, showing off the distinctive bulges that traveled down their necks. This also helped them swallow easier, and such assistance was very much in demand. Gulping down a mouthful of extremely thick and clingy goo was no easy feat. A single swallow was not nearly enough, and many more soon followed, sending tankers packed with jizz through their loosened throat canals.
Svelte felt intense waves of pleasure rocking through her core, each gulp of Sweetie’s hot cum making her whole body buzz. And hot it was indeed. Unnaturally hot. Somehow Sweetie’s jizz has managed to maintain its potent heat, barely losing any after all this time. Even the slime upon her face was still very distinctly warm. It radiated a mystical energy, the immense power of which she only now was beginning to understand. Only when she felt a hot trail leading through her gullet down into her stomach did she truly comprehend the incredible nature of the gift that she was given.
This was Sweetie’s holiest essence. The most sacred liquid in the world. Just being able to sniff a single fallen drop was an honor worthy of a queen. And now a whole mouthful of it was flowing into her belly. Very soon that divine substance will be a part of her. It will course through her veins and find its way into her every cell, marking her as one of Sweetie’s chosen.
Or more precisely, as one of his cock’s toys.
If that wasn’t a reason to cum her brains out on the spot, then nothing else could be. Her pussy agreed wholeheartedly with that assertion. It released one final, powerful gush of sticky juice and ran headlong into a total orgasmic overdrive.
The first moment of pleasure was so unbelievably intense, that Svelte blanked out completely. She was submerged into an endless void, filled only with two things.
Mind-shattering ecstasy.
And Sweetie’s overbearing, dominating presence.
She felt like she was a mere speck underneath his hoof. A tiny, wretched thing that wasn’t even worth a mention alongside his name. An exhale from his lips was a storm that sent her flying. The sound of his voice would make her whole body vibrate. She couldn’t see or touch him, and yet he was all around. Reading her every thought, aware of her all intentions. And when the time came, he’d be the one to make the ultimate judgment of her life.
In this blissful moment, Sweetie was her one and only God. An undisputed overlord of her existence. A single glance from him would be too much of an honor.
And yet he gave her so much more than that. Her divine master was so benevolent and kind that he let her bask in the holy radiance of his cock. He had taken hold of her mind and molded it to fit her new sacred purpose. And then he had presented her with a priceless gift – a huge load of his filthy, bitter, stinking cum.
Its blazing trail inside her throat was the first thing she felt as her senses began to return. The second one was the heat of his jizz upon her face. The joyful quivering of her cunt came in third.
And the fourth one was a loud, gurgling, orgasmic moan. She was surprised to find it wasn’t hers. Digi was right beside her, riding out a parallel climax that was no less intense than Svelte’s own.
Their legs trembled as their cunts spasmed around empty air, and their cum-covered faces were twisted by their ecstasy. These two mind-broken whores had delved into the very depths of depravity and liked what they saw.
But it was Sweetie who was the true winner of the day. All his actions were aimed at one single thing – emptying his balls in the most satisfying way. And now these two young hussies were rubbing themselves to the point of orgasm while swallowing his jizz, all without any such command or even a hint from him. They really were so deeply in love with a stallion they knew for less than a couple of weeks that gurgling his sperm was the biggest pleasure they could imagine.
Digi despised him until an hour ago and now she was one of his most obedient slaves. Sweetie could only guess how much his cock must’ve wrecked her poor brain. For a moment, he even wondered if there was maybe something just a little wrong about stealing mares from their coltfriends and husbands, and turning them into his personal sex toys.
But then his dick throbbed and he threw that patently ridiculous thought out of his mind. Okay, maybe his bitchbreaker had flattened a few brains here and there… so what? He was doing it for their own sake, just as the Goddess has commanded. And those cucks were better off deepthroating his cock alongside their mares anyway. If the stallions of this town truly didn’t want to become dick-worshipping cuckolds, then why they all were so damn feminine and cute? And why were their mares so easy to seduce?
Guided by that undefeatable piece of logic, Sweetie enjoyed Digi’s and Svelte’s submission to the full. He watched as their tongues slipped out of their mouths, licking up every drop of cum they could reach. This pair of sperm-guzzling fangirls were looking really hungry, as if Sweetie’s spunk was the first food they’ve had in weeks.
The other mares didn’t lag too much behind, and their tongues soon began leaving the comforts of their mouths to go and hunt for cum. But even they couldn’t match the jizz-vacuums that Digi’s and Svelte’s maws had become. Those two had quickly cleared every bit of goo that their tongues could reach, and now they were desperately searching for new dozes of their salty drug.
Sweetie couldn’t help but snicker at the dry circles that surrounded their lips, while the rest of their faces was covered in his spunk. It was sliding down into the emptied space with torturous slowness, leaving the mares with their tongues stretching up with all their force as they tried to reach it as soon as they could. Svelte was in a better spot since she had much greater reserves of jizz to draw upon. But Digi’s struggle gave her a reason to engage the cum-glued remnants of her brain for something useful, and they turned out to be quite quick to find a solution when her desire to gulp down Sweetie’s creamy jizz was concerned. She figured out a clever trick to solve the problem – all she needed to do was to get some help from the stallion’s cock.
Digi rubbed her cheek across his throbbing length, leaving it smeared with his sticky spunk. Which she could immediately, and happily, lick up. She could’ve just used her hooves, of course, but their master hasn’t given them an explicit permission to do that. What he did tell them was to grind their faces against his dick. So, if some of his cum stuck to it in the process, that wasn’t at all her fault, right? And what else could she do but slurp it up immediately after?
Svelte had soon wizened up to the same trick, and now there were two eager servants scratching Sweetie’s dick with their faces and their cum-seeking tongues. And then there were three, and four, and five, as all other mares joined this hot new trend. Fortunately, the horny priest had plenty of throbbing inches to accommodate each one of them. His tool jutted up and then bent heavily forward, forming the characteristic flaccid arc of an ultramassive half-erect dick. It offered the perfect amount of space for each mare to sit or stand alongside its length.
And yet even that wasn’t enough to stop this group of dirty horse-sluts from getting into little conflicts with one another. It all began when Cherry had slurped up a portion of spunk from Minty’s personal reserve. The indignant mare struck back by placing a long, wide lick on her friend’s cheek, so Cherry retreated for the moment, pretending to make peace. But once Minty’s guard fell, she used that opportunity to pounce on her and lap up a big glob of jizz from the mare’s nose. To make the matter worse, Cherry didn’t swallow it and instead taunted her fellow slut. She held the stolen cum on her tongue and wiggled it from side to side, challenging Minty to try and take it back.
The green mare attacked in force, but she couldn’t get to it in time as Cherry quickly hid the prize within her mouth. That didn’t leave Minty any option other than to storm that moist fortress, and that’s exactly what she did. With her muzzle pressed tightly into Cherry’s, she pushed her tongue aggressively between the mare’s lips. There they fought a bitter battle, pushing around the nasty, cloying dickslime, with Cherry deliberately teasing her friend by swallowing it bit by little bit. But while they were busy, another player had joined their little game.
Maroon, who had been rubbing her snout across the base of Sweetie’s cock, has now begun sneaking onto their collective territory and stealing what she could. She started off by licking up the jizz that Minty left on the surface of the stallion’s shaft. But that little supply was quickly over, and it only left her hungering for more.
That was when she noticed an even better source of liquid protein – Minty’s sperm-soaked mane. It was an untapped trove of gooey treasure, and Maroon’s lips couldn’t help but gravitate towards it. Trying to slurp it up undetected was a risky mission doomed to failure, but cum-drunk sluts weren’t known for their good sense. So, obviously, that’s exactly what she tried to do.
Her tongue darted across the fluffy, cloud-like hair, picking up a good helping of spunk and quickly sending it on a one-way trip into her belly. The more she studied Minty’s mane, the more astonished she was by how much jizz the stallion had poured upon it. There was not a single dry hair underneath her searching lips; they were all soaked through and through. Sweetie must’ve been fulfilling a wish that many colts have entertained in their teens – to drench a cloud with his seed. There was no other reason that Maroon could imagine for why he’d direct so many spurts of his cum into this particular place.
She definitely wasn’t complaining though, since it gave her a nearly endless supply of his spunk to feast upon. And feast she did, licking and suckling on Minty’s goo-covered locks.
And all would be well, if not for one little detail. Minty wasn’t blind to Maroon’s intrusion, and once their impromptu kiss with Cherry ended, they both placed their sights on her. Despite their earlier dispute, Cherry was only happy to help her friend teach a lesson to this sneaky little cum thief. Maroon wanted to explain herself, but the only thing that escaped her lips was an accidentally blown bubble of stolen jizz. Its loud pop was like a verdict being passed by a karmic court, and at the same time, a signal for the other mares to pounce.
Cherry went for the mare’s chin, cleaning it up with one fell swoop of her skilled tongue. Meanwhile, Minty spotted a target much higher up. Her gaze was focused on a thick string of cum that was stuck to Maroon’s ear, which she eyed up with a predatory smirk. Minty pounced on it without a warning, running her tongue along the delicate inner flesh and munching on its furry top.
The double assault left the pink mare at a disadvantage, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t hit back. This was the second time today she came lips-to-lips with these opponents, and now she was prepared for a fight. She swallowed the remaining cum inside her mouth and entered a sloppy, slutty war of tongues and hungry maws for the most important resource in the world – the hot sperm of their holy master.
At the same time, on the western front, also known as the left side of Sweetie’s cock, the situation was developing in a similar direction. While Digi and Svelte had more space to share, their appetites were also that much greater. It didn’t help that Svelte was nearly completely blinded and was constantly drifting down toward her friend’s head. One single wrong lick here could lead to a war breaking out, and when you had a blind cum-thirsty slut on the loose that was simply bound to happen. Sweetie saw this trainwreck developing in slow motion, watching with pervy anticipation as Svelte’s tongue shifted ever closer to Digi’s. He wasn’t sure if Svelte was doing it by accident, or if she had some kind of cum-detector in her brain. Whatever instrument was guiding her lips, it was surprisingly accurate, and she didn’t miss a single glob of spunk. Svelte was like a robopony made for cleaning jizz, her mouth zeroing in on every single drop of white goo within her reach. But it was that single-minded pursuit of Sweetie’s pungent creamy gloop that brought her to the very edge of Digi’s spermy hoard.
Their cum-coated cheeks pressed against one another, squishing the hot slime in between. It made the point of contact both slick and sticky in the extreme. There was so much of it that the brown and gray of their coats were barely visible underneath the thick covering of white viscous sludge. Both of them instinctively tried to push the other one aside, with Svelte getting a few good licks of Sweetie’s cum that rightfully belonged to her friend.
Their tumbling continued for several seconds, until Svelte finally understood that she was in the wrong. Unfortunately, by that point enough damage has already been done, and Digi was out for revenge. She ran her lips across the top of Svelte’s snout, slurping up all the jizz that rested there. And then she demonstratively swallowed it all up.
Svelte responded by swiping her tongue across Digi’s cheek. But instead of gulping it down, she spat it onto the surface of Sweetie’s cock and made a gesture of reconciliation, inviting her friend to lick it up. “Sorry, Digi. How about we… uh… help each other?” Svelte whispered warmly.
Digi’s reply came in the form of a loud wet *shlorp* as she eagerly consumed the salty offering. Thus was established the truce between two needy cumsluts. For her part, Digi proceeded to use her mouth to transport a big lump of jizz from Svelte’s forehead onto the stallion’s dick. She invited her friend to lick it up, but Svelte was adamant that they should share. And so, two tongues glided across Sweetie’s shaft towards each other, meeting in the middle of the cum-trail they’ve decided to split up.
According to an ancient principle of the Cult, when two disciples have their tongues touch around a blob of cum, it must always lead into a kiss. While neither Digi nor Svelte were aware of this sagely piece of wisdom, their slutty souls intuitively understood its eternal truth. The moment their tongues grazed each other, they both felt a sudden, irresistible craving to turn it into something more. To lick and kiss and suckle. To glorify their master’s lifegiving essence in the way that only a pair of natural-born whores could.
They needed only a fraction of a second to go from that intention into the sloppy, tongue-twisting action, pushing Sweetie’s spunk between their mouths. But neither of them tried to hoard it. On the contrary, they both did their best to feed it to the other, swapping the same glob of cum several times until one of them eventually gave in and swallowed it all up.
And once the batch was over, all that one of them needed to do was to lick up another helping from her friend’s face. With their clash transformed into productive cooperation, the mares made sure to have as much fun as they could. At first, they drooled Sweetie’s jizz onto his massive cock and then licked it up from there, but soon they mixed it up by pushing it into each other’s mouths or simply spitting it back and forth. Whenever one of them happened to miss, hitting the other mare’s muzzle or cheek instead of the intended target, the mistake was quickly resolved by lapping up the cum and trying once again, or just passing it through a kiss.
Svelte was particularly prone to missing, at least until Digi figured out to clean the spunk from around her eyes. The thankful mare promptly gathered up a big helping of dick-snot and spat it aiming at Digi’s mouth… but ended up leaving her friend with a huge nasty wad on her nose instead.
“Oops! Let me clean that up, hehe.”
Sweetie observed the personal show his eager pets provided, feeling his monstrous cock rise to its full, throbbing glory. Such a colossal tool needed more time than usual to get going, but once it was ready it would ravage, conquer, and enslave without mercy. And Sweetie just so happened to be in the mood for a particular kind of conquest.
It was a good thing he had no moral qualms about fucking the mares of other stallions, because what he was about to do would be even worse.
“Don’t dawdle for too long, girls. There’s more that we need to do tonight. The most important part, in fact. And also, the most fun one,” he grinned, eyeing them over. “So, my dear little followers, prepare yourself for… The Breeding Ritual.”
