One Thrust Stallion

Trouble Shoes stood tall over Aloe's panting, squirming, squirting, and barely conscious body. Her expression was one of shock and bliss, with tears ruining her makeup, and her pussy lips quivered as her engorged clit winked sporadically. "My lot in life, I suppose," he commented with a hint of sadness and longing, sinking to a sitting position that still left him taller than a regular pony.

Lotus sat beside him, flabbergasted, looking between him and Aloe with wide eyes and a stuttering mouth. After a few seconds of silent and utter confusion, she finally spoke. "How... did you do that?"

Trouble Shoes looked towards the distance, a melancholic expression on his face. "Well, you see, it all started some time ago at this point."

Lotus watched him in worried fascination, wondering what kind of spell or artefact could have ever allowed him to perform the feat he'd just displayed. She was a little aroused herself, her nethers damp and her nipples stiff on her teats. She and her sister had just been looking for a quick fuck, and the tall stallion had seemed like a good snack they could share, but it was looking as though they'd bitten off more than they could chew.

Trouble Shoes began his tale. "It was at a rodeo I was attending, where it all began. Applejack was there, and her brother had come along too, and his wife with him. A nice unicorn, she is, with long beautiful legs and a lovely smile. I happened to overhear them talk about how good he was in bed, you see, and I think the whole rodeo crew heard her screams that night.

"Now I've never been one much for relationships. My lot in life, I supposed. With how clumsy I am, ponies tend to stay a few steps away just to be safe. Not that I can blame them. But I wanted to have a special somepony for myself too. So I figured, if I couldn't do anything about how inconvenient things would be out of bed, I could at least make sure they were good in it. I wanted to become the best a mare could have, and so I trained."

"You trained?" Lotus asked, befuddled.

"I trained." Trouble Shoes nodded, and his still hard cock slapped against his belly in time with the motion. "I trained to be the best partner in bed a mare could have. I stayed up late every night for it. I had a strict routine and I stuck to it. A hundred forward thrusts, a hundred hip flexes, a hundred cock tensions, and two hours of edging every night. Without using any porn or toys, to strengthen the mind too.

"It was incredibly hard. Some nights I felt like I couldn't make it. But I persevered. Every night, without fail, even when it felt like my balls were going to give out. Eventually my mane fell out." He pointed to his bald head. "I didn't stop though. I never stopped. And now here I am. That's my secret."

Lotus looked at him with a twitch of her eyelid. For a few more moments she was silent, and then she burst out into hysterical laughter. "You expect me to believe that?"

Trouble Shoes looked dejected. "It's the truth."

Lotus had to wipe a tear from her eye, though her spasmodic laughter was still tinged with nervousness. "For a moment I was actually worried there. I suppose poor Aloe was just really pent up." Calming down enough for it, she leaned back and spread her legs, exposing her glistening pussy. She circled it with a hoof, biting her tongue as she caressed her sensitive labia. "Come on, now. Let's see if all that training really did something."

Trouble Shoes sighed, but he complied. He stood and positioned himself above Lotus, his long, thick cock standing hard at attention and barely coated in Aloe's juices. "Don't say I didn't warn you though." He lowered himself as Lotus leaned back farther, and found the entrance to her marehood.

Lotus wanted to say something in return, but in that moment Trouble Shoes thrust forward into her. His shaft spread her vagina wide and the words died in her throat. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her muscles went limp, and before Trouble Shoes had even fully entered her she was screaming her orgasm and cumming all around his cock.

Trouble Shoes sighed as he pulled back from the cumming mare. "Just my lot in life, I suppose."

"And so you can't find yourself a mare at all?" Braeburn asked over a glass of cider.

"Nope," Trouble Shoes said before downing his own glass. "They always cum after the first thrust, like I said. Good on them, I mean, I'm glad they enjoy it, but I wish I had a chance to properly go at it too."

Braeburn pondered his friend's predicament for a bit, staring into the shallow depths of his glass. "I'm sorry to hear that," he finally said. Then he emptied said glass. "I'm happy I don't have to deal with mares myself, I guess."

"Excuse me." A voice from behind Trouble Shoes drew their attention. It was sultry and rich, and turning they could see it belonged to a mare who seemed to carry herself with just as much self importance as what she put into her tones. "I do apologise, but I could not stop myself from overhearing your little conversation." She stepped between them, adjusting her silky deep purple scarf, colour-coordinated with her mane. Her face was tastefully accented with makeup, just enough of it to straddle the line between a whore and a high class mare. A curl of her mane partly hid one of her sapphire eyes, giving her expression a hint of mystique. Her hips were wide, hugged tight by her elegant black dress, and she swayed them just a touch with each step.

Braeburn tilted his head. "Rarity, was it?"

"That would be me, yes," Rarity replied. She then turned to Trouble Shoes, and fluttered her long fake lashes at him. "And you must be Trouble Shoes, yes? I have heard of you."

"From Applejack?" Braeburn asked from behind Rarity.

Rarity held back an eyeroll, and merely pursed her glossy lips. She didn't mind Braeburn, but she was one drink too deep to care about him at that moment given what the alternative was. She was looking for a good fuck, and by Celestia she would get it. It wasn't often she had a chance to roll in bed with a stallion that big. "Actually, it was from the masseuses at the Ponyville spa. Aloe and Lotus, I believe you'd know them." She eyed Troube Shoes's face with interest.

Trouble's expression soured a little. "I would."

"So the stories are true after all." Rarity motioned her polished hoof to the bartender in that vague way bartenders understood to mean a request for the best compromise between an expensive drink and a hard-hitting one, for those kind of ponies who wanted to get hammered but still keep up appearances doing it. "Or the claims, at least."

A new voice cut in. "And yer planning to put those to the test, I assume?" Applejack stepped up to the bar, and sat her fat ass on an empty stool. "Heya, cousin," she greeted Braeburn, who was pouting at being completely ignored by the other mare. "I'm afraid Rarity here has had too much to drink to care about anything that isn't straight."

"I noticed that," Braeburn said.

Rarity kept ignoring both of them, true to Applejack's words. She grabbed the glass the bartender presented her and downed it quickly, then leaned into Trouble Shoes a bit too much to seem anything other than ostentatiously flirtatious. "So, what do you say? Are you willing to give this mare a chance?"

Trouble Shoes sighed. "Well, I suppose it's worth a shot."

"Marvellous." Rarity stood and gave him a peck on the cheek, then began to head up the stairs. Her hips swayed even more as she put on a proper strut, lifting her hooves more than necessary and flicking her tail this way and that. "Come along, Darling. It's time we show some ponies what a real mare is like when she takes a stallion."

Trouble Shoes looked at her go. Then, with a polite nod to Applejack and Braeburn, he excused himself from his seat and followed Rarity along to her room.

He was back about a minute later, dejectedly letting his cock retreat into its sheath. Rarity did not come back, but her wails of ecstasy finally stopped a couple hours before dawn, finally letting the bartender sleep.

"You!"

Trouble Shoes stopped in the middle of the road and turned to where the voice had come from. "Me?"

"Yes, you," a rather annoyed-looking light blue unicorn clad in a purple star-patterned magician's outfit repeated. "You're a showpony, aren't you?"

"Rodeo clown," Trouble Shoes said. "I s'pose that's close enough. My name's Trouble Shoes, and you'd be?"

"Trixie Lulamoon," Trixie said as she approached him, "travelling magician and bedazzling sorceress extraordinaire." She spoke more quietly as she got closer. "Is it true what they say about you defeating one of the Elements of Harmony all by yourself?"

Trouble Shoes tilted his head and blinked. "You could say that, I guess."

"Marvellous!" Trixie flashed her cape and turned towards her conveniently placed travelling wagon, just to the side of the street they were on. "Come along. The Great and Powerful Trixie requires your assistance." She kept her tail high as she walked, draped provocatively over backside. She didn't really care about fucking, already having a marefriend and tons of totally real admirers, but she wasn't above it and especially not with what she had planned in mind.

Confused, but interested, Trouble Shoes followed her. "What for?"

"My show, of course." Trixie pointed to the conveniently placed posters on the nearby wall. "My manticore is sick and I need a replacement for my final act. Luckily, I heard you were in town. What better climax to a show than me besting someone who took down a hero of Equestria all by himself?"

Trouble Shoes blushed and coughed. "Miss, em, you do know how exactly things went down between me and Miss Rarity, right? I wouldn't want you to get the wrong impression."

Trixie rolled her eyes and pointed to the conveniently highlighted 'Adults Only' words on the poster. At his questioning glare, she scrunched her face. "A mare has to find ways to make a living in this economy." With that said, she opened the door to her wagon and walked inside.

Trouble Shoes walked in after her, leaning down to fit through the entrance and grimacing as the wood creaked under his weight. Inside, Trixie was already busy setting something up. "Miss, are you sure this is safe?"

"Oh but of course," said Trixie from within a brightly coloured box that her front and back halves poked out of, suspended over a set of wheels and metal bars. With her lying on her back, her sex was fully exposed, already a little slick, and so were her slightly darker teats capped by puffy nipples. With a flick of her horn she bisected the box down the middle and slid the lower part aside, so her two halves were no longer aligned. "See? Whatever it is that you did to her won't affect me, not when my pussy and my head aren't connected. We should do a test run to see what positioning works best." She eyed him, and her hind legs wiggled beside her. "Come on." Pointing to her bottom half as her pussy winked she added, "It's not gonna fuck itself."

Trouble Shoes slowly moved into position as his cock slid out of its sheath. Truth be told, he was actually a little excited by the prospect of what Trixie was proposing. If what she said was true, he could finally get a proper fuck, and she'd have her climactic performance. With a smile beginning to bloom on his lips, he lined himself up and thrust into her detached back half.

Trixie did, thankfully, manage to regain her sanity in time for her show, if only because it had been morning when she'd met Trouble Shoes and the show was at night. She had to give up on her big climax, as the other kind of big climax it would have resulted in would have made carrying it out an impossibility. She did still make quite a splash, however, by presenting a somewhat dejected Trouble Shoes as a challenge for any and all female audience members willing to put themselves to the test.

"Just my lot in life, I reckon," said the bald stallion as the last of them too failed to make it to the base of his shaft and had to be carried away, adding her juices to the long trail that already marked the path towards the exit.

"Excuse me, Sir. Mr Trouble Shoes, Sir?"

Trouble Shoes looked up from his sandwich. A young stallion stood in front of him, a nervous but excited expression on his face. "That would be me. No need to be so formal about it. What about you?"

"My name is Pistachio, Sir," Pistachio said, before realising his mistake. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." Trouble Shoes bit into his sandwich, and chewed thoughtfully. "What brings you here?"

"Well, huh..." Pistachio rubbed the back of his neck. "I was hoping you could... teach me."

"Teach you?"

"Teach me." Pistachio nodded.

Trouble Shoes blinked. "You wanna be a rodeo clown?"

Pistachio quickly shook his head. "Oh, no no no, it's..." He made a weird face, then got quieter and leaned in. "I mean the other thing?"

"Other thing?" Trouble Shoes quirked an eyebrow and bit into his sandwich again.

Pistachio nodded. Still speaking quietly, he explained, "You know, that thing. That thing you did with Miss Rarity."

Things clicked into place in Trouble Shoes's mind. "Oh. That thing."

"Yes." Pistachio nodded. "Would you please teach me to be like you, Mister Trouble Shoes, Sir?"

Trouble thought about it for a moment. "No."

Pistachio looked dejected. "But... But please, Mr Shoes. I'll do anything you want, I swear! Just please take me as your apprentice."

"You don't wanna become like me, kid," Trouble Shoes said after finishing his meal. "It ain't a good life."

"I don't care." Pistachio looked at him with a feverish intensity in his glare. "I want to learn to please mares like you pleased Miss Rarity."

Trouble Shoes looked at him. "It's a lonely road to walk."

Pistachio held his gaze. "Please."

Trouble Shoes took a deep breath. "Alright then. Fine."

Pistachio looked stunned, and then began to squee in joy. "Oh thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Trouble Shoes sighed, but he did smile.

"Trouble Shoes!"

Trouble Shoes straightened in his bed, hitting his bald head against the lamp hanging above it. He flinched and blinked a few times, then remembered the booming voice that had just woken him up in the middle of the night. Groggily he got to his hooves and headed for the window, as the voice seemed to have come from outside. The sky was tinged like at dawn and bright like at noon, a strong and clear red glow that seemed to be coming from the street below. He opened the window and looked down. "Yes?"

A unicorn stood in the middle of the road, though perhaps it would have been more correct to say she was floating there. Her mane and tail rose skywards as if a strong wind was pushing them up, and her hooves barely touched the dirt below her. Her colours were hard to tell, bathed in the ominous red glow coming from her horn and her eyes and the gem in the black jewel hanging around her neck. She looked up at him with a grin. "Come down and face me!" she bellowed.

Trouble Shoes yawned. "Ma'am, with all due respect, can't this wait until tomorrow?"

"Come face me now, you coward!" the unicorn yelled.

Trouble Shoes sighed and muttered something about his lot in life as he closed the window and made his way downstairs over the course of a couple minutes. "Ma'am, may I at least ask you to stay quiet as to not disturb the ponies around here?"

"Quiet!" the mare replied, speaking even louder than before even though he was right in front of her. "I'm sure you're wondering what I'm here for. I'm sure you must be dying to know just who this mysterious mare is and why she's after you."

Trouble Shoes sat down. "Not really, no."

She ignored him. "Well, wonder no more. I am Starlight Glimmer, and I am here to bring an end to your reign of terror!" She posed for dramatic effect.

Trouble Shoes had trouble keeping his eyes open.

Starlight's eyelid twitched. "Starlight Glimmer! You know? Our Town, time travel spell, Princess Twilight's personal student?" She searched his face for a reaction. "Nothing?"

Trouble Shoes began to fall to the side, which jolted him awake and back to sitting straight. "Afraid not, Ma'am."

Starlight grunted. "Ah, whatever. I am here to defeat you, Trouble Shoes."

"Defeat me?"

"In bed!" Starlight clarified. "I heard of what you did to my friend Trixie, who is totally only my friend but also I have passionate sex with. That's not important here. It's perfectly fine friend on friend sex. But tell you what, you fiend, no one is allowed to mess with my friends without facing my wrath!" She spread her legs wide into an aggressive stance and lowered her horn towards him. "Now that I have the Alicorn Amulet with me, not even you can hope to stand up to my power!" Suddenly, she turned around and flagged her tail, exposing her wet marehood. "Come on! Face your doom at last!" Her nethers winked and clamped fiercely down on nothing, in a display both arousing and menacing.

Trouble Shoes eyed her for a few seconds. Then he sighed and got to his hooves. "You could have just asked," he said.

Starlight laughed mockingly, but her next witty remark got caught in her throat as she felt his weight settle over her back. She steadied herself and focused all her power, but his first thrust still hit her like a wall. Sparks of pleasure exploded all over her pussy and all through her head. Her knees went weak, chills ran down her spine, and a choked moan escaped her drooling mouth. Still, she endured, and managed to straighten herself up again. "Is that all you got?"

Trouble Shoes looked down, eyes still clouded with sleep. "Oh, oops. Sorry, Miss Glimmer," he said, seeing he'd accidentally only rubbed against the outside of her pussy and then slid against her belly with his thrust. He drew his hips back and lined himself up properly. "That should do it." He thrust forward again, properly this time, spearing his cock into her sex with a wet squelch.

Pistachio arrived not a minute later, having rushed his way there after seeing the evil red light and hearing Starlight's words booming across town. He'd redoubled his efforts when he'd seen and heard the huge magical explosion that had soon followed. He thought he'd gotten there too late at first. "Mr Trouble Shoes!" he yelled, galloping closer towards his teacher's body, but once he arrived to it his fears evaporated. Trouble Shoes wasn't hurt, and he hadn't passed out, he had merely fallen peacefully asleep.

As for the mare beside him, the amulet had fallen from her neck, cracked under the strain after trying to hold back the wave of pleasure she'd been hit by, and her eyes had gone from glowing red to sheer white after rolling back into her head in the throes of the titanic orgasm that had completely overtaken her, leaving her a twitching, leaking mess for many more hours to come.

"Is it true what they say about you?"

Trouble Shoes swallowed his bite of apple fritter before answering the alicorn in front of him. "Folks say lots of things about me, Ma'am." He had a look around at the ponies attending the fair, cheerfully laughing and eating and playing under the warm sunshine and clear sky.

"Just Cadance is fine." Cadance leaned forward over the table, like a cat, with a predatory glint in her eyes. "They say you can make any mare cum with just a thrust." Her tail, curved into a heart shape, swayed this way and that, held up above her round ass. More than a few ponies turned to stare as they walked by.

Trouble Shoes took another thoughtful bite of his fritter. "Most of the time it's only half a thrust, I reckon. If you mean a full thrust as the back and forth motion, that is."

Cadance's eyes lit up and her wings flared out. "Oh, that's just what I was looking for!" She leaned even farther over the table, to the point she was more on it than not. "You wouldn't happen to be free tonight, would you?" The smell coming from her was unmistakable. She wanted him to fuck her, and she wanted it hard.

Trouble Shoes chewed and swallowed his newest bite. "Aren't you married?"

"What do you think my husband is up to right now?" Cadance raised a seductive eyebrow at him. "Life's too short to bed just one pony, even if there's only one you want when you're out of that bed. I don't mind what he gets up to, and he won't mind this."

Trouble Shoes thought about it, and he felt his cock poking out as he stared at her. "Fair enough. I have a number to perform later, but I'm free after that." Maybe the Princess of Love would actually be able to take him on, after all. He smiled at her before biting into his food again.

As his luck would have it, though, it seemed things wouldn't go as either of them were hoping. Right at that moment, the afternoon sky went dark, and before either of them had a chance to even look up a strong gust of wind blew away the table and Cadance with it.

"Citizens of Ponyville!" a voice spread all over the darkened fair, distorted by the magic amplifying it. "I have come to take over your town! Surrender now, or face the consequences!"

Trouble Shoes finally looked up. It wasn't clouds covering the sky, but rather something dark and large, almost a floating city of its own, a giant black rock full of holes and tunnels with a few glowing blue areas underneath it. He almost choked on his food. "What in the hay is that?"

"A changeling hive," replied Twilight Sparkle, suddenly standing beside him with a fierce expression. Her eyes narrowed. "Queen Chrysalis," she hissed. Then, amplifying her own voice to be heard all the way to the flying hive, she said, "We will never surrender to you!"

"Yeah!" chorused her friends and Shining and Cadance, who were suddenly standing behind her.

Chrysalis laughed. "Very well then. Prepare to be annihilated!" A green glow spread in patches over the flying hive, and suddenly swarms of changelings began to descend from a myriad openings on its surface, flying in formation towards Ponyville down below.

"Get ready, girls," said Twilight, charging up her horn.

"Mr Trouble Shoes!" a voice suddenly piped up, and Trouble Shoes looked to see Pistachio running towards him. He also saw, a little higher, a group of changelings aiming for the young stallion.

"Look out, colt!" Trouble Shoes called out, motioning for Pistachio to look up and notice the approaching danger. Right as he did that, however, a large swarm of changelings descended towards him and the nearby ponies as well.

The combined air movement of their synchronously buzzing wings created a current of air so strong that Trouble Shoes, having lifted a hoof to point towards the danger closing in on his friend, was swept up and sent tumbling off balance. He stepped this way and that on his hind hooves, failing to halt the inertia of his own weight, and as she'd been too focused on her spell to see him he ended up landing square on Twilight's head. Her horn discharged violently at the impact, and the teleportation spell that had been meant for her and her friends hit only Trouble Shoes instead.

He disappeared in a pop of light, leaving behind an alicorn with an aching horn and a befuddled Pistachio who barely managed to dodge the changelings barreling towards him at the last moment.