Naughty Stallions Do... written by Yellowflight! :yay:

The treehouse full of Ponyville’s cutest stallions became silent as Paul the human laid out his campaign for stallion equality — a plan that would require all males present to do without the love and plots of their special someponies. For hours! Maybe even days! It was a hard pill to swallow, and lips began to quiver all around as these hotheaded, emotional stallions came muzzle to muzzle with the hard facts of what it would take to upset the right and natural order of Equestria.

“B-but we need our mares!” whimpered Filthy Rich, the soft and pampered househusband. “They’ve got the pussies!”

“Don’t forget the blowjobs!” added Spike the exotic dragon twink. Blowjobs indeed! Spike was so cute with his sad little eyes, any girl who saw him would just want to hug him and suck his dick!

“No, guys, you see...” The hot, yet villainous human gently cradled Mr. Cake’s muzzle with his sinfully weird hands. “We don’t need mares at all, because we can be the mares. That’s my plan! We’ll stay in this treehouse and be each others’ mares, for as long as it takes to get the rest of Equestria to see reason.” Then, without another word being spoken, Paul’s soft human lips brushed against the older stallion’s, making his hooves quake mightily. “Mr. Cake, will you be my mare tonight? For equality?”

Not surprisingly, there were no stallions present who objected to this horniest of suggestions! Every guy secretly longs to kiss and pet with other males, and they all knew a treehouse slumber party was the perfect place for playful experimentation. But little did Paul know that he had begun his quest for equality with a very naughty “mare” indeed! Oh, many a time Mr. Cake had picked up some svelte femcolt, bringing him home to share a bed with his enthusiastic wife. Yet even this experienced stallion couldn’t resist the tender firmness of Paul’s kiss and the unique feelings gifted by the human’s hands.

“Oh, yes, Paul,” the older stallion murmured. “Make me your mare... teach me everything!” All thoughts of a husband’s duty to his wife, or of a father’s to his foals, faded into nothingness beneath the firm press of the human’s lips. Yet if Mrs. Cake had been around to see Paul conquer her husband, she would have surely said that the sight of that homewrecking kiss was worth it!

“Oh, gosh... oh, golly...” Fluttershy gently lifted her hoof up off her typewriter and let it lower to the place where it would do the most good. Her throbbing clit felt so good beneath her frog and she rubbed herself for a few seconds, clenching her thighs, reading and rereading the steamy kiss and naughty dialogue she’d just written. Sated, or perhaps merely teased, the pervy pansexual pegasus resumed her evening of work at her keyboard.

“Mmm, what a delicious morsel,” Paul flattered. He slowly kissed down Mr. Cake’s spine and stroked his trim plot, tickling the dock, lifting the already flagging tail, and insistently parting the baker’s buns to peek at the throbbing pucker between. The naughty human licked his lips to see the older male’s gently winking ponut. “Don’t worry, Mr. Cake,” he assured, “I love eating pussy... and that includes stallion pussy.”

“Oooh, that’s spicy.” Fluttershy wiggled her plot in her cushioned chair and gently stroked her teats with her wings even as her hooves continued to pound out her raunchy, utterly inaccurate story. “‘Stallion pussy...’ you’re spitting fire tonight, Flutters!”

Gosh, it was so much fun to take Ponyville’s hottest stallions and make them act so very dirty! As far as Fluttershy was concerned, these revolutionaries were naughty, disobedient boys who deserved nothing less than the very lewdest treatment!

Ever since that fateful showdown between Paul and Twilight in the CMC’s old treehouse, it seemed that stallions just didn’t know their place anymore. Sunburst was off in Canterlot studying magic, far away from his marefriend, and Spike was actually teaching at the School of Friendship! Cheese Sandwich had begun throwing parties just for stallions, rowdy events that offered hoofball, O&O and other silly male pursuits. Now that their foals were old enough for school, Mr. Cake was even working at Sugarcube Corner alongside his wife, wearing the skimpiest waiter outfit you ever saw! What was Equestria coming to?

Fortunately, many stallions still seemed to prefer the traditional role of the husband and father. Fluttershy hadn’t even seen Paul out and about since his and Derpy’s colt was born. He was too busy staying at home, indulging the paternal caregiving instinct!

How ironic, Fluttershy thought, that the guy who’d caused all of this trouble and upheaval only wanted what every stallion most desires: a precious foal to coo over and call his own. Of course, in the perverted mind of the scandalous smut author “Yellowflight,” Paul the human wanted something quite different...

After that irresistible tease, Paul’s lips moved to his next conquest, the fun loving party planner known as Cheese Sandwich. In real life, Cheese was totally faithful to his wife and he would never do anything like this. I don’t know how you keep finding my clop stash, Pinkie, but privacy is a thing, OK?

Anyways, here in my PRIVATE FANTASY, Cheese Sandwich felt his convictions shaken by the hot gay kiss of his gay human lover. Yet even as he tumbled into unrestrained coltcuddling lust, he had one innocent question about the life he was leaving behind:

“W-Will I still love my Pinkie? Once you make me your mare?”

“Of course you’ll still love Pinkie,” Paul assured him gently, “but you’ll never be satisfied by anypony but me.” At that, Cheese’s big, heavy shaft (I’m allowed to LOOK, Pinkie, so shut up!) began to unsheath and firm up, proving that he secretly longed to become a mareish receptacle for one perfectly shaped human dick!

Fluttershy took another brief break and fanned herself with her wings. “Oh, my, Eris,” she whispered. “H-he’s so strangely dominant, and his body’s so weird. Do you think he’ll ever use that key we keep in the mailbox?”

Eris looked up from her jigsaw puzzle. “Oh, of course, Fluttershy! Any day now! Errrm... who are we talking about, again?”

“Special delivery!” Suddenly the happy couple heard the rap of a hoof on their front door, and the cheerful voice of Derpy Hooves from outside.

“Ooh, I bet it’s that new vibrator! Family fun night tonight!” Fluttershy flung open the door and greeted Ponyville’s mailmare, who unfortunately held nothing in her saddlebag but a single large grey envelope. Fluttershy pouted and looked over the other pegasus disapprovingly. A month after returning to her physically intensive delivery route, the new mother had shed most of her pregnancy weight, but she was still chubby, middle aged and... just derpy, really. How had she landed that hunky human? There was something a little bit gross about their relationship, if you asked Fluttershy... like all those sitcoms where an old nag of a mare has some cute young piece of eye candy cooking her dinner!

Derpy pulled out the large envelope using her teeth and presented it to Fluttershy. It was undeniably impressive, edged with gold leaf and sealed with yellow wax. “Wow!” Fluttershy burst out. “Has Cadance finally appointed me to the post of Shipmaster General?”

“Even better! It’s an invitation to my anniversary party!”

“Yay!” Fluttershy enthusiastically embraced Derpy with her wings, holding the other mare tight. All her grumbling about Derpy’s relationship was forgotten. Thoughts of true love lifted Fluttershy’s cynical and clop obsessed heart, just as as they did any other pony.

“It’s nothing fancy like our wedding,” Derpy explained, “just a simple, intimate celebration with a few good friends.” Wax and ribbons flew through the air as Fluttershy ripped open the fancy envelope with the force of a hurricane, squeeing all the time. At last she held the engraved invitation in her wings and read it out loud.

“First anniversary celebration... and public breeding? How wonderful, you’re trying for another foal!”

“I don’t think we’ll need to try more than once,” Derpy chuckled. “But it’d mean so much to me and my husband, if you and Eris were there for the moment of conception.”

“What an honour! But will Paul... at the party... I mean, will we get to...” Fluttershy blushed as she tried to formulate the utterly inappropriate question that leapt to her lips. The yellow pegasus might be a romantic, but filthy, stallion borrowing sex was never far from her mind — especially where Paul was concerned!

Derpy chuckled. “Oh, of course. Everypony asks that. We’ve found a sitter for the foal, so Paul will be free to pleasure us mares, all night long.” The older mare winked at her kinky friend. “I’ll even tie him up again for you, if you like...”

“Oh, I’d prefer to feel his hands this time! I-if that’s all right with you, of course.”

“Hrm? Hands?” asked Eris, momentarily looking up from her table, where she was trying to force two puzzle pieces together. “Is the vibrator here?”

“Not now, sweetie!” Fluttershy shooshed her wife.

“And don’t you fret if Paul should happen to cum inside you,” Derpy promised her fellow pegasus. “In fact, you should feel free to enjoy him as many times as you want. After all, I plan to be good and pregnant by the time you get to him.”

“I can’t thank you enough, Derpy!” The quietly perverted Fluttershy had banged every sapient race known to ponykind, and humans were definitely in her top 5! She couldn’t wait to relive that magical afternoon a year ago, feeling that cute, stiff human dick slip into her soft and yielding marehood...

“Thank you, Fluttershy.” Derpy winked saucily at the younger mare. “Paul thinks you’ve got a real snapper down there, and I need all the help I can get if I want to tame my stud.”

“Ooh, inspiration!” Fluttershy slammed the cottage door shut and practically flew back to her typewriter, as well as literally flying there.

Paul’s coltstealing hands next turned to the finely sculpted glutes of Hondo Flanks, gently urging the DILF to unsheath his mighty package. The stallion’s strenuous exercise routine was meant to showcase his shapely behind solely for the delight of his devoted wife, but here was the human, claiming that big juicy daddy donk all for himself! Eeyup, Paul was nothing but a lowdown pony rustler, right out of the tales of old Earth!

“What a stud you are...” Paul murmured into Hondo’s helpless, twitching ear. “A wild mustang in need of a most severe taming.”

“P-please, Paul,” Rarity’s hot dad insisted. “I only like mares! Especially yellow pegasi who are friends with my weird daughter!”

“Oh, nonsense.” Paul’s corrupting lips moved irresistibly to the older male’s, beginning a kiss that Hondo already hoped would never end. “Once I’m done stretching out that snapper you’ve got down between your cheeks, you’ll never long for the touch of a mare again...”

Just as Fluttershy’s scene (and Fluttershy herself) approached a climax, Pinkie Pie’s head suddenly popped through the cottage window. “Hey, whatcha writing, Flutters?” the nosy earth pony squealed. “Can I see?”

“EEEP!” In an instant, Fluttershy crumpled up her paper, hid her “reference photos” of Cheese Sandwich and set fire to her typewriter. “G-GET OUT OF HERE, PINKIE!”

Author's Note

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