Good Stallions Don't...

My Sunday night date with Cookie Crumbles went remarkably well. Hondo Flanks, Cookie’s handsome husband, cooked us a delicious dinner paired with excellent wines. By working together, and sharing Twilight’s potion, the aging stud and I were able to satisfy Rarity’s demanding mother with only minor injuries.

I was up and about by Thursday afternoon, no thanks to Cookie’s daughters, who resumed their usual cycle of pleasurable abuse the moment Rarity tenderly lay my drained body onto her mattress. For days, as I lay still trying to recover, delectable mare holes were regularly slipped onto my forcefully erected penis. “Just a quick one, darling... or two if you feel up to it... and Sweetie will indulge as well, of course.”

The 6th time Sweetie Belle hit the high note with my cock buried up her rectum, I started wishing I’d decided to stay with Applejack instead. I didn’t know that Applejack also had an 18 year old sister, who was about to make a move of her own...

On Thursday evening, my new pal Spike and I walked down quiet country roads to Sweet Apple Acres, and met up with Applejack. The Element of Honesty introduced me to her brother Big Macintosh, and his doting unicorn wife Sugar Belle. We headed into their quaint farmhouse for dinner with the rest of the family: the sweet young farm girl Apple Bloom, and the wizened yet spry Granny Smith, who embarrassed all of us by telling the filthiest jokes I’ve ever heard.

After sharing a hearty meal of baked apples, apple salad, apple cider, and apple pie for dessert, Applejack and Sugar Belle took us guys outside and led us down a set of wooden stairs into a dark underground chamber.

“How d’ya like it?” Applejack asked as she lit a lantern. “Sugar Belle an’ me tidied up this ol’ root cellar for ya, so ya could enjoy yer lil’ game o’ ogres er whatever.”

Big Mac and I happily sat down in comfortable chairs around a large wooden table covered with a detailed map and metal miniatures. Spike sniffed at the musty air with some small displeasure. “What’s wrong with playing in the game store?”

“That there game store’s a den o’ sin! I don’t want no creepy mares comin’ on ta ya when yer just tryin’ ta have fun. A decent stallion falls into the clutches of one o’ them dungeon mistresses, an’ next thing ya know he’s a degenerate who licks mare pussy!”

Sugar Belle coughed loudly and shared a terrified glance with Big Mac. “I-I didn’t know you were against pussy licking,” she told her sister-in-law.

Applejack pounded the table with a hoof. “Not mah brother! No way, no ma’am!” Big Mac whistled an innocent tune.

“Hey, thanks for setting this up,” I said politely, trying to diffuse the awkwardness.

“Mah pleasure, Paul. Sorry I blew up there,” Applejack chuckled. “Just gets mah goat, is all. Soppin’ wet mare pussies, all drippin’ an’ squirtin’... anyways, we brought somethin’ juicy for ya ta put yer mouths on while ya play.” Applejack placed a large bowl of apple slices in the centre of the gaming table.

“And this is so you don’t eat the dice, Spike.” Sugar Belle set a dish of gemstones in front of a salivating Spike, then hovered a tinkling bell onto the table next to Big Mac.

“Now, shmoopybuttons,” she told him, “you just ring this bell when you want more snacks or a nice sloppy hummer. Applejack and I will be doing mare things upstairs.”

Big Mac blushed with love and embarrassment. “Aww, OK, honeybunch.” Sugar Belle kissed her husband on the nose and turned to leave. As she climbed the stairs, her cupcake fattened rump jiggling with every step, Applejack halted on the bottom stair and looked back at us.

“Spike? Paul? When Big Mac rings that bell, y‘all ain’t gonna be left hangin’ in the hummer department, if ya get what I‘m sayin’.”

“Thanks, Applejack.” I smiled. “You give the best head in Ponyville.”

“Aww, ya flatterer. It’s true, though, it’s true.”

For the first time since arriving in Equestria, I was alone with other stallions, with not a mare to be seen anywhere. I nodded through Spike’s explanation of the rules, then checked behind me for eavesdroppers and made my move.

“Hey, guys,” I whispered. “Weird question but, how do you turn down a mare? I mean, if she wants sex and you don’t?”

“Why would ya do that?” Big Mac asked. “I turn down food when I’m full, but ya can’t get full o’ sex!”

“Yeah! Sex is the best!” Spike said. “There’s nothing like getting my gems off in Twilight’s pussy!”

“Er Sugar Belle’s...” Big Mac sighed.

“Or Sugar Belle’s...” Spike agreed.

“Er Twilight’s...” Big Mac admitted.

“Or Applejack’s...” I added.

“Can’t follow ya there, friend.”

“But don’t you think it’s weird that mares think they deserve to run Equestria? Just because they’re hot and give great blowjobs?”

Spike folded his arms. “Who else is going to run Equestria? Us? No way!”

“Shucks, I ain’t even got the brains to run one lil’ apple farm,” Big Mac agreed. “I just buck the trees Applejack tells me, and put my dick where Sugar Belle says, an’ I’m happy.”

“You guys are selling yourselves short,” I argued. I leaned over the table and swept my arm over the vast fantasy world my new friends had created. “You came up with all of this! You’re smart and creative! You deserve to have ambitions!”

“We have to find you a special somepony, and quick!” Spike told me, casting a worried glance at Big Mac. “Twilight says stallions can get hysterical if their balls get too full. All of that sperm building up gives them crazy thoughts, til they can shoot it inside a mare where it belongs.”

“Please, guys,” I begged. If I couldn’t even get these two on my side, my quest for equality was as good as doomed. “You don’t have to give up love or sex, we just have to make them see—”

Suddenly there was a loud magical explosion, and a cloud of smoke filled the cellar. Big Mac pressed a hoof over his nose. “Lay off the dang cabbage, guys.”

“He who smelt it dealt it,” Spike retorted.

We turned to see that three young mares had magically teleported into a corner of our stallion-cave. As they coughed and waved away their smoke bomb, I recognized Ponyville’s top sexual bullies, the Cutie Mark Crusaders.

“Hello, boys,” snarled Scootaloo, the tomboy leader of the CMCs.

I’d seen the Crusaders in wanted posters around town, but when I asked Rarity about them she’d scoffed and said the girls had put up the posters themselves. I couldn’t take them seriously, especially since one of “Equestria’s Biggest Heartbreakers” was Sweetie Belle, the squealing marshmallow I roasted on my dick each morning.

Big Mac shuddered. “Uh, howdy, Scootaloo... Sweetie Belle... sis.” He seemed seriously afraid of what a couple of horny young mares could do to him. As for myself, I’d dealt with countless girls like this in the Royal Guard: raw recruits straight out of high school who talked big but had no experience. If you asked me, the Cutie Mark Crusaders could be straightened out with a firm spanking and some gentle aftercare. But Equestria wouldn’t allow me, or any stallion, to take that dominant role, so the brats ran wild.

Scootaloo looked over our epic O&O map. “What are you doing? Pretending to be strong stallion warriors?” She picked up a silver figurine with one wing and looked at it. “How come these guys are so ugly? They should be hotter, for me.”

“That there’s Sir McBiggun,” Big Mac explained eagerly. “Y’see, he bears the scars o’ his evil past—”

The short maned pegasus dropped Big Mac’s miniature back onto the table, snickering as the tiny statue toppled on its side. “Oops, it looks like he isn’t so tough after all.”

“Ya probly reminded him o’ his tragic backstory. He tries to hide from the darkness in his soul, but he’s gotta roll gainst Wisdom every long rest—”

“What kind of lame game is this?” Sweetie Belle griped, looking through Spike’s rule book. “You beat up monsters and talk about your feelings? Ugh.”

“I got a better activity for three stallions in a root cellar,” Big Mac’s sister announced. “It rhymes with ‘get yer cocks sucked.’”

“You heard the lady,” Scootaloo said. “Whip em out, guys.”

“You two can do what you want, but I’m down.” I knew I’d be making zero progress with Big Mac and Spike so long as the CMCs were here to push them around, so I might as well enjoy myself. I shifted my loincloth and spread my legs, exposing my rising erection to the three hungry mares.

Apple Bloom licked her lips. “Hello, human dick.” She’d been sweet and polite at dinner, but now she launched herself at my tube steak, slipping the head into her mouth and tugging with her lips like my balls were full of apple flavoured milkshake. I was rock hard in seconds.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Scootaloo nodded. “A stiff cock on a guy who’s not afraid to use it. I couldn’t care less about the size.”

“I’ll go, too.” Spike spread his legs in his chair, allowing his long, bumpy lizard cock to slide out of the slit in his crotch and swell to its full glory.

“Not bad,” Scootaloo admitted, biting her lip as Sweetie Belle eagerly took her place between Spike’s knees. “If it’s a little bigger I won’t say no. Technique’s more important, though.”

Big Mac panted for breath as all the blood in his body rushed to his groin, swelling and unsheathing a deep red cock longer and thicker than his powerful leg. The head drooped, brushing against the dirt floor of the root cellar, then slowly bobbed upwards, twitch by twitch, as his enormous slab grew ever thicker and stiffer. Smears of Sugar Belle’s purple lipstick were still visible at the base of the monstrosity, and the unsheathed shaft glistened with uncleaned cream from the lucky unicorn’s morning ride.

“Now that’s a marebreaker!” Scootaloo squealed. Want-it need-it hearts filled her eyes. “Forget everything I just said! By Celestia’s farts, I need that in me right now!”

I wilted into my seat. Only Apple Bloom’s continued devotions kept me erect. Big Mac was bigger than Spike, bigger than Shining Armour, bigger than anything I’d seen in porn here or on Earth. His flared head was longer and fatter than my entire dick. I’ve always struggled with feelings of inadequacy, but my new friend would make an actual horse feel inadequate. Why would any mare in Equestria pay attention to me, when monsters like that swung between stallions’ legs?

“Forgive me, Sugar Belle, I’m sorry,” Big Mac moaned, looking up at the floor of the house where his unsuspecting wife chatted with Applejack.

“I’m not!” Scootaloo buried her muzzle between the two globes of Big Mac’s ball sack and motorboated his musky nuts. “Fucking Tartarus!” she moaned. “Did this get bigger since I saw you in the shower?”

“Y-ya mean ya were the peeper I heard last week?”

“Fuck, yeah!” Scootaloo announced proudly. “Silver Spoon paid me ten bits to show her that crack in the wall. We rubbed ourselves raw watching you soap up this drain clogging daddy dick!”

Sweetie Belle popped her mouth off the tapered head of Spike’s drakehood. “Rarity says small cocks are stylish now,” she sniffed dismissively. “I guess your country bumpkin didn’t hear the news.”

“It’s a disgusting freak of nature,” Scootaloo agreed, turning on a bit. “How can something this big give a mare any actual pleasure? I don’t even know how this is supposed to fit inside my tiny, yet unambiguously legal, body!” The horny mare licked her lips. “I’m just going to have to try it and see... n-not that I’m looking forward to this or anything!”

Big Mac sweated and stuttered under this rough treatment from his sister’s friend. “Hey, Mac,” I reminded him, running my hands through Apple Bloom’s mane as she slurped up and down my meat, utterly content with my modest size. “Remember what we talked about. You can turn down sex.”

“I guess.” Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “If you don’t want a hot young baddie worshipping your dick, you can always ring your dumb bell and get a boring blowjob from your wife.”

“Ya won’t tell Sugar Belle or nothin’?” I would have noped out before asking a question like that, but it seemed Big Mac couldn’t resist the filly he’d seen grow up into a beautiful, yet nasty and aggressive, mare.

“Nah.” Scootaloo stepped forward and kissed Big Mac on the lips. “It’s more fun if we keep it a secret. I like taking a mare’s husband in every hole, cucking her right under her nose, and then smiling like a good filly when she gives me a bag of apples or something.” Scootaloo’s eyes turned towards our gaming table and she possessively picked up a glittering die that had been magically carved out of a large diamond.

“B-be careful, Scootaloo!” Big Mac protested. “That’s mah lucky d20! Rarity made it for me!”

“Oh, your precious Rarity made it.” Holding the cold, hard jewel in one wing, Scootaloo rolled the die around the swell of Big Mac’s flare, coating it with sticky, pungent precum. “How does it feel, Big Mac? Rarity would’ve done anything for you, and now you’ll never be with her because of your freakishly ginormous cock.”

“I’m married,” Big Mac reminded his tormentor. He pointed to the plain, honest collar around his neck. “Happily married to a sweet mare who ain’t gonna decide mah dick’s too big cause o’ what she read in some magazine.” He winced as he realized just how his wife might feel about Scootaloo stealing her rightful hummer.

I just relaxed in my own private paradise away from the drama, relishing my appointment with Apple Bloom’s mouth. Her mane was silky soft under my fingers, her lips providing a slow and teasing suction while her tongue danced around my shaft. Sure, I had the smallest dick in Ponyville, but without a special somepony I could let these horny homewreckers molest me without consequences.

“Let’s play a game, Big Mac.” Scootaloo hoofed the sticky d20 back to its owner. “Roll Rarity’s die, and that’s how many inches I’m going to swallow of your disgustingly huge married cock.”

“Uh, sure, Scootaloo, sounds f-fun,” Big Mac whimpered, cowed into submission.

“Yeah,” Scootaloo snarled, “fun for me.”

With a trembling hoof, Big Mac reluctantly dropped the large diamond to clatter on the table, bouncing among our discarded miniatures and staining the board with his precum. Scootaloo reached out with a wing and gave the die an extra nudge.

“Look at that,” she sneered. “A natural 20.”

“My blowjobs are not boring, mister!” Sugar Belle steamed with fury and stomped her hooves onto the Apple family dinner table, glaring at her husband.

“I... I never said they was...” Big Mac mumbled.

My O&O group was in hot water, and there wasn’t a spell or a saving throw that would save us this time. After blowing thick sticky loads down Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle’s throats, Spike and I had teamed up to treat the two Crusaders to their very first double penetrations. Meanwhile Scootaloo had struggled to force her cunt lips over Big Mac’s princess-breaking cock, eventually just rubbing herself off against his flare. We’d all gone home satisfied, our secrets safe... or so we thought.

Yet the next day Spike and I were summoned back to Sweet Apple Acres by Applejack and Sugar Belle. The two furious mares sat us down at the dinner table next to a shamefaced Big Mac, and yelled at us about the proper place of stallions in Equestrian society.

As the lecture began, I felt a muzzle nudge my loincloth to the side and a talented mouth slurp up my rapidly hardening wiener. Just as that happened to me I heard Big Mac gasp. I looked over at Spike and saw that his long, forked tongue was suddenly hanging out of his mouth.

Sugar Belle and Applejack didn’t notice, they just kept berating us. We were loose stallions who couldn’t be trusted. (Bullshit...) We were setting a bad example for the CMCs. (Bullshit...) We were willing to throw away our sacred virtue for one minute in an 18-year-old’s velvety pussy. (OK, that one was true.)

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Sugar Belle asked her husband at last.

“See, Scootaloo’s real sexy...” Big Mac explained.

“And I’m not?”

Big Mac gulped and frantically tried to lay on the country charm. “Aww, sweetie, why, yer the purdiest mare in Ponyville!”

“Just in Ponyville?”

“Eenope, in all o’ Equestria, an’ outer space, too!”

“You’ve been cheating on me in space?”

“It’s not his fault!” I protested. “They said they’d keep it a secret!” As Applejack and Sugar Belle cackled hilariously, I realized what a shitty defence this was.

“Secret?” Applejack wiped her eyes. “Heck, they was puttin’ it all over town!”

“Scootaloo burped Big Mac’s cum right in my face!” Sugar Belle chuckled. “Still, fillies will be fillies.”

“Yeah, ya gotta laugh,” Applejack agreed. “Hoo boy, them troublemakers.”

“I wouldn’t be so upset if we’d found the three of you playing with each other,” Sugar Belle told us.

“In fact, we was kinda hopin’ that would happen,” Applejack admitted.

“I can’t do anything about Paul.” Sugar Belle nodded at me. “And I won’t interfere with how Twilight disciplines Spike, but... Big Mac, I love you. You wear my collar. This behaviour reflects on me as your wife. The next time some slutty filly wants to choke on your dick, send her to me so I can teach her to do it right.”

“Y-y-yes, darlin’,” Big Mac stuttered, veins bulging out of his powerful neck.

“Oh, shmoopypants.” Sugar Belle stroked her husband’s cheek. “I know, I know. Stallions are weak. You’d fuck a mousetrap if I put a cute wig on it. I just don’t want you wasting cum on a blowjob that’s less than you deserve.”

The invisible mouth beneath the table was now sloppily worshipping my dick. I felt a wide pony tongue stretch out past my shaft and start licking my churning balls. I frantically humped my hips forward, trying to keep my desperation invisible from the waist up.

“The nerve o’ them gals!” Applejack shook her head. “Thinkin’ they can satisfy grown-ass stallions with them fumblin’ high school mouth motions.”

“I know, right?” Sugar Belle stared her husband down. “Am I really supposed to believe that twig of a pegasus sucked you better than I do?”

“Yeah!” Spike agreed. “Scootaloo can’t even deepthroat!” A loud gagging sound suddenly came from his end of the dinner table.

“A-A-Apple Bloom was pretty good, I thought,” I stuttered as my balls swelled like two of Pinkie Pie’s party balloons.

“That’s cause I taught ’er myself!” Applejack smiled with pride. “Eeyup, top two fellatio champions o’ Ponyville! Where is that varmint, anyhoo? It’s time fer chores!”

“Don’t... know!” I clenched my fists. My soul was on the verge of being sucked out of my dick.

Applejack thrust her muzzle into my face and growled. “She better not be in my favourite under-the-table blowjob spot, sloppy-toppin’ ya as we speak!”

“I don’t know for sure this is her!” I whimpered. I pounded the table as my nuts began to unload into hot pony mouth. “Oh, fuck, I’m CUMMING!”

“Me, too!” shouted Spike.

“I nutted twice while y’all was chewin’ me out!” Big Mac chimed in.

Applejack screamed with rage and bucked the dinner table through the window, revealing three brats who were spoiling their appetites with three erupting dicks. Scootaloo’s muzzle was eagerly bobbing up and down in Spike’s lap. Sweetie Belle struggled for breath, her throat impaled halfway down Big Mac’s enormous erection, her natural pudge accentuated by a stomach bloated with Sweet Apple Acres hospitality.

Apple Bloom tickled my cockhead with her tongue, drinking from my pulsating fountain with a satisfied smirk. “Golly, sis,” she drawled, letting a trickle of human sperm dribble down her lip. “Looks like the Cutie Mark Crusaders done beat ya to it... agin.”

“CONSARN IT, APPLE BLOOM!”