Good Stallions Don't...

In a matter of days I’d gone from a lowly toy for soldiers, to a playstallion in great demand. It seemed I now woke up in a different bed every morning. I’d been brought from the Royal Guard barracks into Celestia’s private fuck-dome, and now I’d made it to the most coveted destination of all: a cloud stuffed mattress lying on the floor in the cramped Ponyville apartment of Rarity, Element of Generosity and seamstress to the stars.

Last night I’d slept atop (and taken the place of) Rarity’s thoroughly humped and cumstained body pillow. Now, with a moment alone, I rolled over on the mattress and stared at the cartoonish drawing of Rarity’s dream stallion to be found upon the pillow: a slim, pretty unicorn with perfect features, fancy glasses, a flowing mane, and a cock the size of his leg. Whatever. I’m not judging.

No! I’m totally judging! This guy sucked, and the fact that Equestria considered stallions like him the ideal of masculinity made everything so much worse for toned, tiny dicked Paul.

I looked around the bedroom in the morning light. Last night, as Rarity and I tore off each others’ clothes in our rush to her mattress, I’d seen ponylike shapes looming above us that had seemed ominous and voyeuristic. Now I saw they were nothing but ponyquins modelling horny cosplay outfits.

I pulled back the luxurious sheets and looked down to check on the health of Paul Junior. The little guy was being constantly used by soldiers, princesses, and now the very demanding Element bearers, yet despite all these strenuous workouts, my morning wood stood tall and proud... or at least proud. There wasn’t any chafing or soreness. It felt like I’d spent all night bathed in expensive moisturizer, instead of what I’d actually been bathed in (Rarity’s cunt and ass juices.)

A young unicorn mare trotted into the bedroom, holding a tray of blackened and burned food. I quickly hid my dick beneath the sheet. “Wow, Rarity, your cutie mark is different than it was a minute ago, and your mane...”

“Rarity’s my sister, you moron. I’m Sweetie Belle.”

“That was a joke,” I explained.

“Your joke sucks. Stallions aren’t funny.”

If there’s one thing that’s the same between Earth and Equestria, it’s the power of the girlfriend’s little sister to make life into a living hell. I switched techniques, trying for flattery instead of humour. “Sweetie Belle, did you know you’re just as pretty as your sister?”

Sweetie Belle’s grumpy pout became a broad smile. “Aww, that’s sweet... I brought you breakfast!” She hovered the tray of sludge onto my lap, carefully navigating it over my bulge in the sheet.

“Wow.” I tried not to inhale the fumes, “this looks really... something.”

I heard the toilet flush, and Rarity trotted back in from the bathroom with her head (and tail) held high. “Ah, good morning Paul, I hope I didn’t inconvenience you last night with my insatiable lust! How about a nibble to get your energy back up? I see you’ve met Sweetie, our household chef.”

“Paul said I’m pretty!” Sweetie Belle announced.

“Did he, now?” Rarity gave me a suspicious glance as I cringed. “They do say the way to a stallion’s heart is through his stomach.” She grabbed the platter of burnt charcoal in her magic and shoved it against my chest, trying to make it seem like her gift and not her sister’s.

“That’s right, darling!” she declared loudly. “You’re in a modern, progressive Ponyville home, not Applejack’s hayseed flophouse. Here, the mares bring you breakfast in bed! How’s that for equality?”

On the tray, a bubble popped like a pimple on something that could once have been a pancake. “It’s a little, erm, crispy.”

“Good stallions don’t complain,” Rarity chastised me. “They say please and thank you.”

I choked out, “Thank you” as I prodded at the mess with my fork. I’d never be able to keep this down. It was worse than the crap I’d had to eat in the Royal Guard!

“There’s a good stallion.” Rarity’s anger was quickly forgotten. She looked down at the tray and gagged (something she’d managed not to do all night.) “Sweetie, what were you thinking? This is disgusting!” The older unicorn pulled the tray away, leaving me with nothing but a slime covered fork. “Here, Paul, I’ll take this away and prepare you a proper breakfast.”

“I just wanted to help!” the younger mare protested.

“If you want to help, you can keep Paul company while I read up on how to use the toaster. I shan’t be long, I do hope there’s some bread left...”

“Oh, wow, thanks, Rarity!” As Rarity turned to the kitchen, Sweetie Belle hopped onto her sister’s mattress and yanked the sheet away from me with her magic. She kissed my cock, then dragged her broad pony tongue around the head.

“Erm, how old are you?” I asked.

“Old enough to do this.” The young mare deepthroated me briefly and scowled. “You taste like Rarity.” She turned around and presented. “Now you’ll taste like me.”

“Sweetie Belle, I don’t think your sister—”

“Good stallions don’t complain,” Sweetie Belle reminded me. “They say please and thank you.” She popped her winking slit onto my cock and my mind dissolved in pure pony pleasure.

“P-please, Sweetie Belle,” I stammered out. “Rarity’s right there, in the kitchen!”

“Yeah, ‘please.’ That’s better.” Sweetie Belle grunted as she sheathed my straining shaft within her and began to move her hips.

“I-I don’t know if we should be doing this!” I struggled to keep my rational mind afloat in this sudden sea of maddening sensations. “Are you sure this is OK?”

“Of course it’s OK, it’s fucking great! I’m cumming already!” Sweetie Belle’s vice like insides clenched ever tighter around me. “Ack, Paul, not so rough!”

“I’m not doing anything! Just climb off!” I pleaded. I tried to push Sweetie Belle away as unknown masterpieces of flesh stroked me mercilessly.

“I can’t! You’re stuck in — oh, Celestia! Please, it’s too much! It hurts but it feels so good!”

The clop of hooves on a wooden floor sounded above Sweetie Belle’s cries of passion. “S-she’s coming back!” I gasped. I gripped Rarity’s 5,000 thread count bedsheets, sobbing with panic, trying to think of a way to get Sweetie Belle off of me without making it all worse.

As Rarity returned, holding a piece of slightly burnt bread in her magical aura, I reached out and frantically tried to hide my crotch mounted unicorn behind her body pillow. “Mmmph!” Sweetie Belle yelped, gushing mare juice all over my thighs as she suddenly discovered breath play.

“...And then the toaster exploded, so I had to use magic.” Rarity’s monologue trailed off as she stared at the pillow bobbing up and down on my crotch. “Paul, darling, don’t tell me Trenderhoof is your husbando, too! How exciting!” She tugged the pillow away and caught her little sister sitting on my lap with my cock buried inside her. “Oh, I see...”

Sweetie Belle blushed and stammered out “We were... p-playing?”

Rarity sighed. “Sweetie, you incorrigible scamp. I hope you at least sucked him stiff, instead of simply plunging onto him for your own mareish enjoyment.”

“Paul was rude!” Sweetie Belle pouted angrily. “He asked a lady her age!”

“Oh, wahahahah!” Rarity laughed haughtily and patted her sister on the head. “It’s alright, dear. Our ‘big, strong stallion’ simply doesn’t want to take advantage of an underaged filly. You needn’t worry, Paul. Sweetie Belle is 18, as are her friends. You’ll meet them soon enough.”

I sighed with relief. I wasn’t headed for Tartarus... not today, at least. Rarity hovered the piece of toast over to her sister. “Now then, Sweetie, climb off of our guest and feed him his breakfast.”

“I can’t!” Sweetie Belle insisted. “He’s knotted in my cervix!”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “He is nothing of the sort! You spend too much time reading those silly clopfics. I was going to introduce you to our new friend gradually, but you ate the whole cake at once, and now you have a tummy ache. Come, now. Up you get.”

“But Paul didn’t breed me yet!”

“Nor will he. Little sister may have her fun, but big sister gets the creampie.” Rarity ground her teeth. “Get up, Sweetie,” she growled. “There is a stallion in our home, and you will set a good example for him with your obedience.”

“Aww, OK,” Sweetie Belle grumbled. “You never let me have any fun.” With a frantic struggle she slowly unscrewed her cunt from my juice soaked cock, leaving it slick and painfully stiff. Sweetie then lifted the slice of toast in her magic, then bit off a little piece and kissed me. She gently fed me out of her own mouth, the burnt bread dampened and sweetened by her saliva.

“That’s better.” Pleased that her sister knew her place, Rarity backed her fat ass into my lap and with a squish of magical lube slid her tight, warm anus down over my cock, taking Sweetie Belle’s place. Rarity’s perfumed tail swished playfully back and forth, stroking my chest as she pumped me up and down.

“Ah, anal in the morning. Just what I need to put a little ginger in my step.”

“I want him in my butt,” Sweetie Belle sulked, casting a jealous glance at her sister.

“And so you shall. Paul will make a splendid practice cock for you — he’s quite a stylish size, you know!”

Sweetie Belle smashed the dry toast uncomfortably against my lips, her attention focused on the joining of my dick with her sister’s thick, twitching, jet black donut. “But you said bigger was better!” she whined.

“The pendulum of fashion, dear. As with hemlines, so with cocks. While in Canterlot I noticed that the society mares have begun to wear their anal gapes on the smaller side.” Rarity pressed a hoof to her forehead. “Ah, Rarity, it seems you’re to be a size queen no more.”

Rarity glared down at her sister magically smearing crumbs across my face. “Feed him properly, Sweetie, or do you want him to go running off to Applejack? Sweet Celestia, the things I do to keep this family dicked down!”

Chastened, Sweetie Belle went back to giving me breakfast, deeply tonguing me with every piece of soggy bread that passed from her mouth to mine. All the while, Rarity humped her pampered unicorn plot up and down upon my shaft, humming a lighthearted tune and occasionally moaning out a squirting orgasm. This was a really weird kind of food play, but I couldn’t deny I was loving the attention from a thirsty anal slut and her barely legal sister.

Thanks to my night of nonstop sex, I was able to hold out for a few minutes against Rarity’s bobbing butthole and the loud clapping of her luxury dumptruck, but the mares of Equestria were relentless, and it wasn’t long before I felt the familiar churning in my loins. “Oh, fuck!” I called out, startling Sweetie Belle out of my tonsils. “Rarity! Your ass!”

“Yes?” Rarity simpered coyly. “My ass? What of it?”

“It’s... nnngh! you’re fucking incredible!”

“Thank you, darling, but stallions usually offer up a more liquid tribute... ah, there is is! Molten gold...” I bucked my hips and launched thick ropes deep into Rarity’s colon, screaming into Sweetie Belle’s kissing mouth as the younger unicorn rubbed herself off with a hoof.

As I lay blissfully on the cloudlike mattress, the last pulses of my orgasm gently throbbing, Rarity pulled her asshole off my cock with a loud slurp and turned to nuzzle my neck. “What do you think, darling?” she asked me. “Nicer than Sweetie’s pudgy little plothole, eh?”

“I... don’t know,” I panted. “I only... tried her pussy...”

Rarity sighed. “We’ll need to work on your flattery, darling.”

“Yeah, even I know what to say there!” Sweetie Belle piped up.

Rarity squatted down atop my crotch and squeezed out my load with rude sounds, squirting and dribbling my cumshot out all over my softening cock. When the nasty noises ended, she looked down and admired her sloppy work with a broad smile.

“How delightful, Paul — you’ve brought me breakfast in bed after all!” Rarity dipped her head and slurped semen off the head of my sensitive dick. “What a considerate stallion you are!” The sophisticated fashionista effortlessly went ass to mouth, cleaning cum off my cock and my crotch, savouring every drop she recovered.

“How come it took him so long?” Sweetie Belle asked her sister. “The colts at school cum way faster!”

Rarity scoffed dismissively, kissing my limp dick all over. “‘The colts at school’ are just that — unexperienced colts. Paul is a gentlestallion, moreover, he is a stud. His service in the Royal Guard has taught him to prolong his release to bring the greatest possible pleasure to his mare... or mares.”

Rarity sprayed breath freshener into her mouth and moved her kisses up to my lips, reclaiming me fully from her sister. “What a catch! What an on-trend cock!” She suddenly became stern. “And what a pity that Paul’s so serious and career minded.” Rarity booped my nose with a hoof. “It’s up to little Ponyville to teach this big city stallion the error of his ways.”

Struck by inspiration, Rarity leapt off her mattress and searched through a cabinet in the corner of the bedroom. “Paul, darling, don’t you know you needn’t stress your mind with worries and decisions? A single choice will guide you through the rest of your life: whose collar should you wear?” She turned around, holding a heavily jewelled marriage collar in her magic, and presented it to me. I shuddered helplessly, trapped by the pushy unicorn.

“And even that choice can be made quite simple,” Rarity cheerfully insisted, oblivious to my fright. “Rarity For You is the most coveted collar label in all of Equestria, and who better to fasten one about your neck than Rarity herself?”

Rarity hovered the collar around my neck but didn’t fasten the loop in the back. The points of three huge sapphires pressed against my chest, recreating her cutie mark on the flesh she wanted to claim. “Marry me, and I’ll take care of everything,” she murmured. “You’ll be the happiest stallion who ever lived, with the emptiest balls.”

I gulped. At least she was technically giving me a choice. “I-I dunno, Rarity...” I stammered. “I do like you, and wow, you’re a freak in bed...”

“Why, thank you, darling.”

“But... marriage? Hell, I only met you 2 days ago!”

Rarity briefly snarled at me but managed to hide her anger beneath a pleasant smile. “Of course, Paul. Take your time. You must be thinking that Ponyville holds mares even more exciting than moi. I will still be here when you realize the truth. Yes, perhaps tonight I’ll introduce you to my mother, the infamous Cookie Crumbles.”

“Your mother?”

“Oh, that’s given your cock a little twitcha-twitch, has it?” Rarity gave a smouldering smile as she dropped the collar to the bedroom floor with a crash. “That’s right, Paul. One stylish collar gets you three mares, all of us ever so eager to please you. Yes, if I have my way, you won’t have a drop to spare for anypony else... no matter how much Applejack begs.”

“What happened to your Dad?” I asked. Cookie probably fucked him to death, I thought.

Rarity tossed her mane coyly. “Dear Papa does what he can, and quite capably, I hear, but our family bears a tragic curse. As a mare matures, one stallion just isn’t enough. In fact, I need you again, right now.” With that, the insatiable unicorn climbed atop me, magicking the stiffness back into my rod.

“Oh, you’re a marvel,” she smiled as Paul Junior swiftly swelled back up to pony pleasing size. “A bit more fun in the bum, and then you’ll take care of the washing up, eh?” Rarity popped her fat puffy asshole back onto my cock, ignoring my weak protests and torturing me once again with her heavenly insides. “Sweetie Belle has made quite a mess in the kitchen, I fear. But not as bad as the mess you’re about to make in me.”

“I want it too!” Sweetie Belle whined and stomped her hooves. “I want him in my butt! I’m old enough!”

Rarity sighed exasperatedly as her anus suckled on the crown of my prick. “Please, Sweetie Belle, you must respect a stallion’s right to consent! Paul has clearly decided to satisfy my plot this morning, and not yours. Why don’t you run along and see if one of your little friends can get it up for you? Big sister is busy with her beau-to-be.”

“Can I at least suck his balls?”

“I don’t know, Sweetie, can you? Yes, it seems that you can.” Sweetie Belle nuzzled in beneath her sister’s crotch and took my nuts into her mouth, gently sucking them, tugging with her lips and rolling them around with her tongue.

My whole body went rigid. This was incredible, a whole new level of excitement. I’d been with hundreds of selfish Guardsmares, but nopony had ever been so eager to see to my own needs as these thirsty sisters. I couldn’t take much of this. Just as Rarity claimed her orgasm, my sensitive cock throbbed in her clenching rectum, my balls twitched in Sweetie Belle’s mouth and I fired my second load in five minutes up the Element of Generosity’s ass.

“Ahh... divine...” Rarity took my entire load of sperm up her butt, squeezing me ferociously as my cries of joy turned to pained whimpers. She grunted contentedly and hopped off of me, then looked at herself in her vanity mirror and magically restyled her sweaty mane.

Sweetie Belle let my nuts drop out of her muzzle and tried to suck my dick erect yet again. “Please, it’s so sensitive!” I begged.

“Spit that thing out,” Rarity told her sister. “You don’t know where it’s been.”

“Yeth I do,” Sweetie Belle insisted.

“Oh, dear, I suppose you do.” Rarity blushed a bright red. “Paul is spent for the moment, Sweetie. Run along and do whatever it is you do with your Crusader friends.”

“We fuck stallions.”

“One doesn’t want to presume, but I thought as much. Off you go, now. Fuck all the stallions you like, but be back for supper.”

Sweetie Belle spit out my dick, stole a tube of expensive lubricant from off of her sister’s vanity and dashed out the front door, ready to menace Ponyville. Rarity briefly frowned, then turned back to me.

“Delightful as ever, Paul. A bit of a quickshot, there, but I’ll make allowances. Surely this is your first time being pleasured by two beautiful sisters at once.”

“Erm, Celestia and Luna? You saw it?”

“I said beautiful sisters, not thousand year old nags.” Rarity summoned a large butt plug with a diamond handle and firmly jammed it up her ass. “I’ll be keeping this load inside me for an afternoon pick-me-up. Now, once you’ve caught your breath, I’ve got something very exciting to show you. Something every stallion dreams of!”

“Is it the collar again?” I asked reluctantly.

Rarity snorted. “Oh, that old thing. Never you mind that, darling. Where my dazzling collar and my bewitching plot have somehow failed to win you over, this will surely make you mine!”

At last I struggled up from Rarity’s mattress, and the snooty unicorn led me into a kitchen full of piles of filthy dishes and pots, each crusted with a different kind of disgusting gunk. Flies buzzed around a half eaten birthday cake from a place called Sugarcube Corner. I could read something written atop the cake in rock hard frosting.

IT SHOULD SA
"HAPPY 18TH SWEETI
AND SHAPED LIKE A DI

“Here we are, Paul.” Rarity beamed with pride. I simply retched. “This is supposed to make me love you?” I burst out. “This is nuts! I was in the Guard and I didn’t live like this!”

“That’s it exactly!” Rarity pushed her full lips out into an exaggerated pout. “Don’t you see how very badly Sweetie and I need a talented stallion to mind the house? We’ll certainly make it worth your while~”

“Can’t you just clean up after yourself?”

“I could... or I could spend my time protecting Equestria from horrible monsters and villains, hrm?” Rarity slapped my ass with her magic. “Get to scrubbing, there’s a good stallion. I’m off to the Boutique. Remember, hot date with Mum tonight!” The door shut behind the glamorous unicorn, and I was alone in Rarity’s apartment.

I groaned and turned on the faucet to fill the sink with water. I had an audience with Princess Twilight Sparkle at noon, and nothing better to do until then. I might as well tidy up a bit. It wouldn’t be very fun to plow Rarity and Sweetie Belle if they came down with food poisoning from this disgusting kitchen.

As I scrubbed layers of grime from filthy plates, leaving the gleam of finest porcelain beneath, I found myself beginning to take pride in my work, and even looking forward to the evening to come. As much as I hated to admit it, the thought of bedding all three mares in this family of beautiful sluts had me already growing stiff again beneath my now ragged loincloth. Would it really be so bad to take Rarity’s collar, and be her kept stallion? Sure, she was a conceited asshole, but she sucked dick like a vacuum hose. Maybe I could fix her...

No! I splashed cold water into my face, forcing myself to stop thinking of that posh voice and that enormous wobbly plot. I couldn’t lose sight of my goal — to change Equestria for the better, freeing my fellow males from the oppression of constant hot sex and endlessly drained balls!

When I first arrived in this alien land, I’d thought I could prove myself a mare’s equal by joining the Royal Guard. This had backfired in spectacular fashion, as I swiftly found myself relegated to the role of a free-use boy toy. When I’d directly confronted Princess Celestia about the injustices of her rule, she’d simply hoofed me over to Rarity and Applejack, hoping their (admittedly god tier) bodies and appetites would domesticate me and keep me quiet.

The time had come for a slower and subtler approach. To win equality for all, I first had to understand what I was up against. Again my thoughts turned to Twilight Sparkle, the young princess I’d first seen reviewing the troops as we paraded past the royal bandstand. Yes, Ponyville’s hot nerdy librarian would surely be happy to teach an ignorant stallion all about the inner workings of Equestria...