Prince Solaris and the Chamber of Ass
Mr. Scotch strained uncomfortably inside the cramped box, his barrel tilted forwards and downwards in an awkward yoga position that left his rump upraised and his flower cutie marks utterly exposed to the air outside. His bearish form had been squeezed into a piece of “training equipment” designed for the svelte bodies of the stallions and mares of the Royal Guard, and his wings, however carefully pinned to his back, were already becoming tired!
This shy pegasus stallion had never sought the limelight, but ever since his son became known as the Element of Kindness, he’d had to deal with unwanted attention from the pegasi paparazzi — all too much of it focused on his doughy hindquarters and his musky sheath. Now, it seemed even royalty had taken an interest in “Butterscotch’s hot dad,” and the poor stallion was nervous indeed about his upcoming audience. Still, at least this latest inconvenience came from Butterscotch doing something productive with his life... unlike his layabout of a sister!
“Erm, ah, is everypony doing alright?” Mr. Scotch called out to his similarly situated friends, not so much as to reassure them as to quell the butterflies that fluttered in his own stomach. His oversized dad-glasses were slowly sliding down his muzzle, and before long the forbidding letters that magically hovered in front of his vision would be nothing but a blur:
TEST DURATION: 00:06:10
SEMEN COLLECTED: 0mL
YOUR RANK: PATHETIC!
“I do hope Henry comes back soon...” sighed the ever fussy Cookie Crumbles from the next box over. “There must be more to his ‘Father’s Day surprise’ than this stinky old milking station. Why, I don’t believe this fleshlight has been washed since the last stallion used it!”
Mr. Crumbles’ bright purple unicorn prick was fully erect as usual, encased in a squishy silicone toy that thrummed with magical power, much to his dismay. This hunk of a stallion was deeply embarrassed by the thought of getting off in such a common way. With so many young stallions and mares rotating in and out of his bed, it seemed quite beneath him to waste his load into a silicone toy used by horny soldiers. Little did the prissy unicorn know that the onahole now coddling his cock was no 5 bit sex shop special, but a military grade stallion drainer, built to be used on the kingdom’s most powerful studs!
“My daughter told me all about these,” Twilight Velvet confided in his fellow DILFs. A magic suppression ring clamped onto his horn left the naughty twink every bit as helpless as the less adventurous unicorn next to him, and his onahole made wet smacking sounds against his well used prick as it alternately constricted and relaxed. “They’re used for building stamina among the Guard. Gleaming Shield says the stimulation gets more intense, the longer you stay in the box.”
“And just when you think you can’t nut one more time, they send in the stallions!” Windy Whistles chuckled, wiggling his exposed plot at anypony who might be watching. The clapping of his meaty cheeks echoed throughout the well appointed chamber in Canterlot Castle into which Solaris’ human husband had escorted them only minutes earlier. “I remember this from my days in the Guard... I wonder if I can beat my old score!”
“Where is that rascal, Bubble Berry?” Cloudy Quartz wanted to know. Like Mr. Scotch, the old fashioned rock farmer felt his glasses slipping dangerously down his muzzle, as he was suspended face-down ass-up in this most undignified of positions. “He promised to take me to a Father’s Day buffet in Canterlot — and he knows never to mix pranks and brunch!”
“Well now, Mr. Quartz, I fear we might just be the Father’s Day buffet...” Pear Butter chuckled. The easygoing country stallion’s curly mane hung down like a golden curtain before his eyes. His cock was the smallest among the assembled dads, with its petite flare barely nestling inside the tip of his designated onahole, but he didn’t mind at all. A strict bottom when it came to his fellow stallions, Pear Butter only used his cute little dick on mares, which meant it wasn’t likely to see any use at all, here in Prince Solaris’ royal fuckchambers!
When the hard bodied farm stallion returned to the guest room he shared with his wife... well, things would surely go off differently in that bed! But for now, Bright Mac was off on a Canterlot shopping trip with Night Light and the other wives, and Pear Butter was enjoying some much needed “guy time,” strapped into a freeuse sex box alongside the macho fathers of Applejack’s friends.
Now, if only somepony could finally show up to enjoy this buffet that had been so carefully assembled! These horny boys were stiff and ready, and each had begun to smell the irresistible scents of his neighbours’ arousal. So far from their wives, so close to each other! All these backed up nuts needed sweet, cum gushing, gay as fuck relief! Whatever could be taking so long?
Meanwhile, deep in Canterlot Castle, two Guardstallions stoically observed a sight that had become ever more common since Prince Solaris’ scandalous royal wedding: that sensuous biped from another world, now known as Prince Consort Henry. His lithe form poured into a little black dress, the human pulled Prince Solaris behind him like a mere animal, guiding Equestria’s blindfolded ruler through his own palace using a silver lead attached to a jewelled halter. The stumbling Prince’s heavy gold horseshoes sounded on the crystal floors of Canterlot Castle as Solaris obediently followed his human husband, heading towards a surprise of which he knew absolutely nothing.
Henry had personally knelt to attach those horseshoes, installed the royal tackle and dressed his handsome horse-hubby in full finery, as he did on mornings when Solaris was to conduct important diplomacy. Yet no such wholesome activities were on the agenda for today, for the kinky human had cleared the royal schedule to treat his “Sun Daddy” to a raunchy Fathers Day treat!
The first step was to lead Solaris blindfolded through his own palace, parading him past shocked nobles and gawking Royal Guards. Not knowing who was looking at him, Solaris eagerly trotted behind his husband as if drawn by the promise of a tasty carrot or sugarcube — or more likely, a fine piece of ass! His mighty alicorn sheath twitched with a growing lust as his sensitive nose picked out his dominant lover’s obvious arousal. Though the human’s cock was caged and limp, peaking for all to see beneath the hem of his short skirt, there was no question which among the two royal lovers was in charge today!
After some minutes Henry had returned to his starting point, leading his leashed husband right back to the place where their journey had begun. “Here we are, babe,” he whispered at last, tapping Solaris’ magnificent flank to signal a stop. The human dropped the lead and lovingly kissed and caressed the muzzle of his equine husband. Solaris’ alicorn magic gave him near the power of a god, and the way he brutally horsecocked Henry’s asshole at public events fed his public image as Equestria’s ultimate top... which made these moments of submission even more delicious!
Henry nodded to the two guards, who obeyed the silent command from their new Prince. Igniting their horns, they opened the vast doors that led into the royal fuckchambers, home of Equestria’s most coveted pleasures and delightful perversions.
“My dearest Henry,” Solaris chuckled as the doors silently swung wide, “I do believe you’ve blindfolded me just so you can lead me around and show me off.”
“Is that so, my dear?” Henry tittered, reaching for the blindfold that hid Solaris’ beautiful eyes from his own.
“I’ve lived in this castle for centuries,” Solaris continued with cocky and misplaced confidence, as a strange and delightful smell wafted into his eagerly sniffing nostrils. “I know every passage and hallway, and I’m quite certain that you’ve done nothing more than lead me down to the kitchens. I expect next I’ll be dipped in chocolate, and then you’ll lick — dear me, what glorious studs!”
For as he spoke, Henry had gently slipped off Solaris’ blindfold, letting the Sun Prince catch his first glimpse of the feast that awaited him. This was no kitchen, though Solaris would surely be eating his fill today! Six Royal Guard milking stations stood before him, but the young studs he so enjoyed ravishing in those stations were nowhere to be seen. Instead, bursting out of those precariously stuffed boxes were the asses of half a dozen mature stallions — six huge, wobbling, double wide daddy donks! This Fathers Day the thoughtful Henry had seen fit to seed Solaris’ private fuckchambers with a veritable field of DILFs, each one ripe and ready for the plow!
No common Royal Guard locker room was this, where Solaris worshipped at the fountain of strong and vibrant youth. Neither was this the Prince’s decadent boudoir, where “masculine” and “feminine” were mere labels shed as loving bodies intertwined. Henry had transformed the royal fuckchambers into a place for the traditional working class stallion, setting an atmosphere as masculine as any dimly lit sports bar. This was a welcoming place for seasoned males to briefly escape their wives, enjoy good company, tell raunchy jokes... and be fucked up the ass by the occasional passing alicorn!
The horny sight mingled with the overwhelming scent of stallion-musk to make Solaris wobble woozily in his horseshoes. Before him, six fat sets of virile balls overflowed the boxes of the milking stations, dangling like swaying, twitching pendulums. Six tails instinctively raised as they presented themselves to their rightful ruler. A dozen cutie marks glistened with pure sweat of male arousal. Between those ponderous cheeks lay ponuts galore... six delectable, delicious, sweaty, musky buttholes... all for Solaris to kiss, to lick, to fuck and to fill with royal sperm!
“Happy Father’s Day... Sun Daddy,” Henry whispered with a light kiss to Solaris’ lips.
The Prince was simply unable to respond. Though he’d mounted countless males of all species, sizes and builds, in all of his kingdom he’d never imagined such broad, spankable dumptrucks! “Wh-who are these stallions?” he whispered, nearly heartbroken at the sight. To think that such treasures had gone unknown in his realm for so long!
“Oh, of course you remember Twilight Velvet,” Henry murmured. Solaris’ twink of a consort twirled his way over to a milking station in the middle of the group, and gently stroked the wondrous curves of a light grey plot much larger than his own head. “We had the most wonderful time with him and his wife during the Winter Wrap-Up afterparty.”
“Ah, yes, of course,” Solaris stammered. To be honest, that entire night was a blur of flesh and fluids! “I... I didn’t recognize him from the back. And the others?”
“Posey Scotch, Cookie Crumbles, Windy Whistles, Cloudy Quartz, and Pear Butter,” Henry explained, moving his hands from rump to glorious rump, pointing out each cutie mark like a waiter listing the ingredients of a delectable dessert. “Yes, I’ve convinced the sires of our beloved Element bearers to join us for a very special Fathers Day treat.”
“W-wait, isn’t Pear Butter dead?” asked Solaris, suddenly puzzled.
“Does he look dead?” Henry responded with a pout. The naughty human reached for the milking station on the end, tugging apart Mr. Butter’s toned cheeks to reveal his winking, achingly unfilled pucker.
“He looks hawt,” Solaris admitted, admiring the golden buns of Applejack’s long absent father.
“There you are, then. Dig in, my love, they’re all waiting for you, and eager to be of service.”
Solaris felt like a colt in a candy store as he hungrily trotted towards the line of prominent plots upthrust before him. As befit the fathers of Equestria’s greatest heroes, not a single rump could be described as undersized, or anything short of bootylicious! Intoxicating steam rose from their fragrant ballsacks, a dozen dangling foalmakers which dwarfed many mares’ teats with their size and firmness. These proud testicles swam with heroic sperm, ready if necessary to breed another group of Element bearers at a moment’s notice. Yet any loads these stallions popped off today — and the loads were destined to be many — could simply be drained through the vibrating onaholes mounted within their milking stations, and channelled into a large Royal Guard cum-trough which Henry had thoughtfully set up nearby.
There was so much testosterone in the air, that Solaris felt he might become pregnant just from sharing a fuckchamber with these top tier studs! To enjoy 6 such adonic stallions at once — why, even a Prince rarely experienced such decadence! Yes, thanks to his ever considerate husband, Solaris was about to embark on a Fathers Day journey that he would never forget...
Let the royal banquet begin!
Solaris decided to begin at one end of the row of milking stations, and move from plot to plot until he’d sampled each of his fat, jiggly booty-treats. He sniffled and nuzzled Mr. Scotch’s broad yellow ass cheeks, separating the fleshy curtains with his muzzle, then plunged his hungry tongue into the coltpussy between, indulging his famous appetite for “cake.”
“Eep!” squeaked the unsuspecting bear whose ass had become Solaris’ appetizer, any view of his royal rimjob quite obscured by the wooden box that confined him.
“Now, now, my subject, you’ve nothing to fear,” Solaris soothed. “Your Prince merely wishes to worship your mighty plot.” Unable to stop from devouring the spacious booty before him, Solaris could offer no further comfort to the yellow pegasus, his mouth being quite occupied with the higher purpose of tasting, sucking, and tonguefucking stallion-ponut!
With some difficulty, Mr. Scotch reminded himself to keep his tail raised in the presence of royalty, even as his ass was orally ravaged. This was his first audience with Solaris, and he only hoped that his thicc, doughy plot could pass muster. Golly, I hope I don’t cum too soon! the nervous pegasus thought to himself as Solaris’ licks gathered strength, his hot breath puffing out on the stallion’s wet and puffy pucker. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience the Prince with a bad performance...
Poor Posey Scotch always felt as if he was doing something wrong or taking up too much space. Whether flying in a busy updraft or standing on a crowded train, there always seemed to be somepony else behind him, bumping into his overstuffed plot. Oh, it wasn’t polite to stare at another pony’s butt, much less to start licking and gnawing at his bounteous rump flesh, but so many ponies were rude these days!
A simple kiss on the flank and Mr. Scotch’s meat — so much less shy than the rest of him — would inevitably unsheath and demand attention. He’d been late to so many important meetings, all because some inconsiderate pony insisted on rimming him to erection, then sucking his enormous horsecock!
As Solaris’ tongue probed deep into Posey’s exposed ponut, the poor pegasus felt his spirits begin to sink even as his sexual pleasure mounted to the sky. Why was he such a pushover? In his hometown of Cloudsdale he was considered little more than a freeuse sex toy, his cushy body eternally available for the pleasure of stallion and mare alike. Here in Canterlot, the very ruler of Equestria had decided to dine upon his unworthy pegus-ass! The tongue that issued royal proclamations was digging ever deeper into his pucker, tasting his deepest secrets, finding his sensitive prostate and CRUSHING it with a single wet thrust!
Posey cried out with joy and found himself pumping a huge load into the magically vibrating onahole that had him captured. He resolved to check out a sex shop on his way back to Cloudsdale and buy one of these dicksleeves — despite the embarrassment, he hadn’t cum this hard since the magical night when he’d sired Butterscotch! As Posey’s body quaked and shuddered, his glasses finally shook free of his muzzle altogether, dropping onto the floor of the box that held him fast. The last thing the pleasured bear was able to make out before his vision blurred, was an update which flashed upon the screen of the machine that was milking him dry.
TEST DURATION: 00:11:55
SEMEN COLLECTED: 2296mL
YOUR RANK: TRY HARDER, MAGGOT!
“Oh, dear, oh dear...” Mr. Scotch moaned. For as Solaris’ tongue reluctantly departed from his tasty stallion-hole, the magical sleeve attached to Posey’s cock began to pulse and squeeze with even greater force, keeping his erection from softening to even the smallest degree. It was as if the taste of his stud spunk had aroused an even greater hunger in the machinery that had him in its grip. If the largest load of his life was considered a failing grade by this cruel dickmilker, what hope did Posey even have?
“I’ve got to be strong, like Butterscotch is!” he told himself. “So what if I end up cumming a few more times? It’s no worse than what happened at our dinner party last week. Henry will surely let me out of this box eventually...”
Unfortunately at this moment Posey Scotch felt more like his hopeless daughter than his (relatively!) brave and valiant son. And Solaris had so many delightful plots to sample this morning, that it could be quite some time before he returned to take his pleasure once more with this gentle bear of a stallion. Already the Prince had moved on to the exquisitely depraved Cookie Crumbles, eyeing up the unicorn’s pink plot and taking sniffs of the delicate perfume rising from his warm, musky ballsack.
The saying “like father, like son,” was never more true than when it came to the buttery buns of the stallions of Ponyville’s most fashionable family. Plump yet firm, Cookie’s bottom was nearly the same size and shape as Elusive’s oversized snowball of a rump. Those fortunate souls who’d visited both stallions’ beds reported that the heft and softness of the two coveted bums were nearly identical, as well. This was hardly a surprise, as father and son bulked up their backsides in the same way: by visiting the Ponyville Gym together each morning and performing seemingly endless sets of jaw-dropping booty squats!
Many was the fit stallion who’d enjoyed a steamy post-workout shower with these two gym bunnies, versatile unicorn switch-sluts who resembled brothers more than they did father and son. Thanks to top notch skin care and a few well cast cosmetic spells, the fresh faced Cookie Crumbles still claimed the sobriquet of “femcolt,” even at the ripe old age of 39. (Technically, 39 plus a few more... if you must know!)
Solaris’ tongue tripped up those sculpted flanks and dove between Cookie’s cheeks, lapping at his delicate sweat and swiftly driving past his eagerly opening ring. The kinky unicorn had been claimed by so many stallions that the closure of his asshole was now merely a suggestion. Cookie Crumbles smiled, his horn sparking with nullified magic, and he spoke up to eloquently address the Prince who did him such a service.
“What an honour, your majesty, to—UNNNGH!” Yet Cookie’s prepared speech was ripped from his lips, as the combination of the squeezing onahole, the constraints of his bondage, and the application of Solaris’ fierce tongue to his sensitive bitch-button drove him into a copious, passionate, immediate orgasm!
“Oh, my darling Prince!” Cookie cried out longingly as his hefty balls twitched and sent torrents of lilac scented seed spouting from his flare. This potent stud sauce rushed through the silicone dicksleeve, flowing through a contraption of tubing and finally spilling into the nearby trough to mix with the equally huge load of Cookie’s good friend Posey Scotch. Cookie’s convulsing plothole squeezed Solaris’ tongue, hugging it, begging for another chance to win the Prince’s royal favour.
For this was Cookie Crumbles’ dirty secret: he couldn’t last in bed! He’d tried magic, potions, physical training... the truth was, he simply enjoyed sex too much to hold back! His tease game was unmatched, yet when it came time to do the deed, the merest touch of a lover would send him bubbling over with passion, sending his prized nut firing into a sputtering mouth or the depths of a welcoming womb. Cookie’s stallionhood was enormous, his virility unquestioned... yet he would never be half the stud his son was!
“Hrm, never fear, subject,” Solaris whispered words of comfort. He withdrew his tongue from the tasty depths and patted Cookie’s gym sculpted buns, enjoying the sensation of feeling his hoof bounce off the taut, firm flesh. “The royal tongue often has that effect on ponies. I’m certain you’ll enjoy yourself even more once I return and fuck your mighty plot.”
Cookie’s enjoyment of a royal assfucking was certain, but his stamina through such an intense sodomy session was very much in doubt! He gulped at Solaris’ promise, fearing and longing for the Prince’s return in equal measure. Being topped by an alicorn would have him cumming over and over til he was utterly drained, begging his mighty balls to produce a single bead of sperm to push from the dry-heaving tip of his limp and sheathed dick! Cookie Crumbles could have raised his voice in protest at this degrading prospect, but the thing was, he couldn’t find a single flaw in the arrangement...
A vague sense of unease filled Prince Solaris’ mind as he leaned over and eyed the strangely familiar cutie marks to either side of Mr. Twilight Velvet’s XXL plot. Of course there was no reason why he ought be nervous about this upstanding stallion or his wife, even if Solaris’ memories of their time together at Winter Wrap-Up were less than clear. As for those filthy acts Mr. Velvet wrote about in his so-called “romance novels...” surely he didn’t actually do those things! Everypony knew that smut writers were timid and meek in real life, however bold they acted on the page!
“Ah, my Prince,” Twilight Velvet murmured as Solaris’ lips gently touched his flank. “I hope you don’t mind that my wife and I got a little ‘adventurous’ with you during our last meeting.” Solaris did not like this stallion’s sultry, knowing tone! It sounded like whatever Solaris had done at that party, Twilight Velvet wanted him to do it again, but harder!
“Oh, ah, erm, n-not at all.” As Solaris kissed and licked Twilight Velvet’s throbbing balls, the puzzled alicorn desperately tried to remember anything from the drunken revel some months ago. “W-what was your favourite part of the proceedings?”
“Oh, the way you bred Night Light, of course. Taking her before the whole crowd... I’ve never felt such erotic humiliation! Why, it felt like a scene right out of my latest novel, Cucked By My Son’s Alicorn Tutor!”
“W-wait, did you say bred?” Solaris’ tongue faltered on the tangy wrinkles of Mr. Velvet’s delectable butthole. The more he heard about his actions that evening, the less he liked! Best to make this talkative stallion fire off his load, he thought, and move on to the next stud as quickly as possible!
“Yes, all of Canterlot watched you conquer my Nighty, and there’s no question that the foal is yours,” Twilight Velvet continued, heedless of his ruler’s wish to pretend that the entire night hadn’t happened. “The doctor says she has your wings! Oh, isn’t it wonderful? The next time Father’s Day rolls around, you and Henry will have a cute little alicorn foal to call your own!”
Solaris was utterly gobsmacked by this development. As Equestria’s ruler, it was his royal privilege to impregnate any mare he wished, publicly or otherwise. Yet in over 1,000 years he’d only indulged himself with ladies’ mouths and butts, finding the winking slit between a mare’s hind legs to be quite redundant. How had the royal stallionhood managed to stay erect long enough to slip into Night Light’s pussy, much less fill it with a life giving load?
This was Henry’s doing, no doubt! For months he’d been batting his irresistible eyelashes and dropping hints about hearing the clip-clop of little hooves around the palace. Why adopt a foal, when you could have your homoflexible god-king husband create one — in the same gifted womb that had birthed the strong Gleaming Shield and the clever Dusk Shine!
As he fiercely rimmed Twilight Velvet towards his climax, plunging his tongue deep into the horny novelist’s ass, Solaris felt his initial anger towards his husband begin to soften somewhat. He too longed for an heir, and had even instructed Raven Inkwell to search for an appropriate surrogate mother — though he had in mind something involving a turkey baster, not a public breeding session!
An alicorn Prince from Solaris’ own loins would be a symbol of hope for Equestria, not to mention a public sign of his commitment to Henry, the human who’d won Solaris’ heart after centuries of lonely, no-strings-attached sex. Yet the tawdry circumstances of his heir’s conception left something to be desired. Yes, Solaris was going to have a long talk with that man of his... right after he finished gorging himself on all of these delightful stallion-butts!
As for Henry, the human prince had pulled up a finely crafted chair to the proceedings some time ago, sitting his cute tushie firmly down upon a dildo modelled after Solaris’ unmatched horsecock. He’d been eagerly raising and lowering his bum upon this princely “throne,” letting his caged dick toss ropes of sticky human precum across the polished floor, while he watched the stallion he called husband orally subjugate Equestria’s greatest studs. Yet his heart skipped a beat when the talkative Twilight Velvet revealed his naughty breeding strategem!
The truth was, Solaris had been so tipsy that night, he’d believed Night Light’s married marehood was Henry’s own delightfully tight ass — a belief Henry had encouraged with a whimpered urging to “breed my hungry coltpussy, Sun Daddy!” On the whole, Solaris was quite tolerant of his human lover’s sexy pranks, but a punishment would surely be in order as payback for a caper that had created a brand new life.
Why, Solaris might even turn the tables, ordering Henry to have sexual intercourse with a mare for the sole purpose of reproduction! Oh, what utter humiliation that would be... Henry wasn’t sure how vaginas even worked... but at least it would mean a second bundle of joy on the way, once the ordeal was over!
Brought to the peak by the precious memories of his wife’s breeding, Twilight Velvet squealed with pleasure and gushed his cuckold’s load into the rapidly filling cum trough, sending the level of its delicious contents well over the halfway mark. This heavy duty container had been designed to handle the overnight output of an entire squad of young Guardstallions, yet massive cumshots from three powerful dads (not to mention the continuous flow of pre leaking from three more mighty horsedongs) had brought it to dangerously near the spilling point. Truly, the Elements’ fathers were a breed apart when it came to their virility. Setting aside the admirable qualities of their talented offspring — the sheer capacity of these males’ seed tanks was unmatched!
Unaware of the rising tide of sperm on the other side of the milking stations, Solaris licked his lips and swiftly moved on to the muscular plot of Windy Whistles, his former Guard. Jamming his tongue between the prominent cakes of this muscular bear, the Sun Prince was soon lost in the blissful world of delicious daddy dumptrucks, his own impending fatherhood soon put out of mind.
Windy Whistles had mixed feelings about his return to the milking stations he’d so often enjoyed in his youth. To be treated as nothing but a fine and fuckable ass was a situation the prideful stallion had shunned ever since his retirement from the Royal Guard. Yet now that he was back here, he found that being boxed up and used as a sex toy made him feel young again!
When Solaris’ powerful tongue first crushed against his prostate, Windy Whistles squeaked with embarrassed pleasure. As the sloppy digit slipped ever deeper up his plothole, he realized with a spreading blush that he was loving this. Why, he felt helpless, pampered, and blissfully submissive — just like his cheek spreading sissy of a son!
Truly, this was food for thought. For years, Windy Whistles had long been disappointed with Rainbow Blitz’s bedroom preferences. Though he loved his little guy unconditionally, and cheered his son’s many accomplishments, it had been clear since puberty struck there was only one real stallion in the family. For pony’s sake, even Butterscotch was the top, when Blitzy was involved!
Yet now, as Solaris’ mighty tongue filled Windy’s butt, leaving no room whatsoever for his crowded p-spot, the handsome blue bear recognized that each and every stallion had to find his own way in life. Windy was getting his ass ate by a hungry alicorn Prince — who was he to disdain his son’s desire for the same rude treatment? Yes, Rainbow Blitz was a mewling, limp dicked bottom, but he was the bravest, most loyal, most awesome bottom Equestria had ever seen!
As he groaned out his climax beneath Solaris’ rough rimming, Windy’s fiercely felt kinship with his son only grew. He helplessly blasted his stud-load into the milking machine that gripped his cock with an irresistible magical squeezing, just like the way Rainbow Blitz dribbled watery jizz onto his shy friend’s chest floof whenever he rode Butterscotch’s impressive yellow pecker. (Windy didn’t mean to peak, but those noisy boys just wouldn’t shut the bedroom door!)
Did Windy dare to take the next step towards blissful bottomhood, and accept Solaris up his ass, clenching around that monstrous meat which put mortal stallionhoods to shame? Windy hadn’t taken it up the plot in years... but it wasn’t as if he had much of a choice today! When a Guard was strapped into one of these milking stations, his or her mission was simple — submit to horsedick, over and over again!
Windy Whistles almost felt disappointed when Solaris’ tongue pulled slowly from his sensitive plot, and the eager Prince turned to the next rump in line. Windy wanted to be fucked now, and damn the others! He’d prove to his Prince that he could be an even needier butt-slut than his son! Alas, Prince Solaris had already moved on, preferring to prospect the penultimate ponut in this panoply of perfect paternal plots.
From Solaris’ horny perspective, the contrast between Windy Whistles and Cloudy Quartz couldn’t have been greater. Both stallions got plenty of exercise, yet Windy’s plot was solid and muscular, a heritage of his Guard training. Cloudy, on the other hand, seemed gifted with the soft body of a cuddly palace courtesan — no matter that his lifestyle was even more strenuous. This hardscrabble rock farmer was every bit as effeminate as his party planning son, and Cloudy’s perfectly shaped booty seemed even larger than Bubble Berry’s — squishier — cushier — more kissable!
Yet Cloudy Quartz had also sired four fine sons, proving that this thicc emo farm-twink feared no marepussy! Even Prince Solaris, the newly revealed father-to-be, could learn from the stalwart stallion’s example. An effortless bisexual like Cloudy could spend all day down at the general store, trading cock with his fellow stallions, then head back to his farmhouse and pleasure his wife repeatedly before pumping yet another foal into her eager womb. Such erotic versatility was prized, whether down on the farm or in the halls of royalty!
“Oh! Your Majesty! Please, help yourself!” Cloudy squealed as he felt the first taste of his ruler’s tongue on his sensitive ponut. Though lovingly dominant with his taciturn wife, Mr. Quartz proved supple and submissive when brought face to rump with a stallion who craved his ass — and few indeed did not! The Prince twirled his tongue around the earth pony’s delectable pucker, then thoughtfully kissed the stallion’s cutie mark, trying to place the oddly familiar taste.
“Hrm, your butt tastes familiar, Mr. Quartz. Have we met before?”
“Why, yes, your majesty! I was the harvest offering from Rockville, in the 1,084th year of your reign. So good of you to remember!”
“I knew it!” Solaris smacked his lips at the delightful, distantly familiar flavour. “I never forget a plot, Mr. Quartz. Ah, such a fine vintage of ass we had from Western Equestria that year...”
Even now, some rural communities still practised the ancient tradition of sending a yearly harvest offering to the royal palace. Solaris appreciated the thought, but couldn’t they spread it out a bit? Each year all the offerings showed up on the same day, forcing Solaris to politely nibble hundreds of pastries while buggering dozens of gorgeous, caked up farmcolts. The next day, he always felt so tired and bloated that he simply lay in bed all day and let Henry have his human way with him!
Still, it was fitting that the sire of the fabulous Bubble Berry could have warranted Solaris’ lustful attention in his own youth. With the passage of time, Cloudy Quartz had matured like fine rock-wine, from fresh femcolt to delectable DILF, and Solaris was truly enjoying this return engagement with the earth pony’s ass.
Of all the stallions he’d tasted this morning, Cloudy Quartz seemed to be the one with the most natural stamina. Though he gave the cutest little sighs and grunts as he weathered Solaris’ pleasures, it seemed as if getting rimmed out by a broad, eager tongue was an everyday occurrence back home! Solaris began to think he might have to mount Mr. Quartz’s bubblebutt and screw him silly just to get him off — an idea that the prince’s unsheathed and throbbing cock approved of mightily. Yet before he could put his plan into kinky action, the stallion in the box finally cried out and squeezed Solaris’ tongue with the now familiar rhythm of studgasm.
Cloudy Quartz fired cloudy quarts of liquid into the now nearly full cum-trough that glistened before the six bound stallions. Waves of fresh, potent seed lapped at the sides of that capacious container, threatening a delicious, spunky overflow. These six hot daddies were truly in a league apart — in mere minutes, enough cum had been squeezed from their mega-nuts to knock up every mare in Equestria, siring a new generation of heroes!
Solaris extracted his muzzle from Cloudy Quartz’s firm and squishy plot, licked his lips and turned to gaze at the final course of his breakfast, only to be faced with another huge, perfect farmpony ass to his right! Even a Prince has his limits — Solaris had reached the end of his already fragile self control! Rather than tasting Pear Butter’s hungry ponut as he had the others, he reared up onto the earth pony stud’s milking station and pushed the flare of his horsecock-among-horsecocks right between those golden cheeks. Without a word or a kiss, Solaris began vigorously humping into the delectable DILF dumper beneath him, seeking nothing but his own satisfaction. The time for tender tongue work was past. The royal stallionhood demanded a sheath, and Pear Butter’s ass would do quite nicely!
As inch after inch of fat cock plunged into Pear Butter’s guts, the horny farm stallion swiftly felt the toll of being denied so long, even as his friends enjoyed royal pleasures. “Oh, yer majesty, I’m bout ta nut somethin’ fierce!” His curly mane swaying before his head, this bottom of a bumpkin groaned helplessly, swiftly reaching his climax only moments after Solaris began to thrust, and blasting his own hearty horse load into the collection trough.
The ocean of sperm within finally overflowed its container, leaking splashes of potent foal batter onto the gleaming floor of the royal fuckchambers. Pear Butter lost all control, crying out with passion, his mighty flanks quivering and his balls pulsing as he was buttfucked to his first — but hardly his last! — bitchgasm of the day.
Solaris smiled at his cocksleeve’s pleasure, but let up not a whisker, moving his hips with full force, sending his own huge ass wobbling as he hammered poor Mr. Butter’s. Solaris wasn’t done just because the commoner he was fucking had gotten his nut — what a ludicrous thought! This country cutie’s p-spot would just have to get squished and crushed, over and over, until Solaris let loose with his own regal load!
Yet for all of Solaris’ generous efforts to satisfy his subjects, there was still one unpleasured ponut in the room — his own! That simply wouldn’t do, Henry thought. Raising his butt at last from his sissy throne, the human grunted and moaned as he slowly pried his princely boypussy off a baseball bat’s worth of rubber horsecock. At last the sacred flare slid from his pucker with a loud *pop*, the model of Solaris’ dong wobbling back and forth and leaving Henry’s wife-hole gaping slightly open.
Stepping back into his high heeled shoes, Henry swayed his hips as he took the regal steps of a princess towards his beloved alicorn mate. Lifting Solaris’ shimmering tail with one hand, Henry planted his lips upon his husband’s pucker, taking the tip of Solaris’ large ponut into his mouth, sucking and licking with tender care.
Solaris smiled and slowed his pumping into Pear Butter’s delicious coltpussy. Soft, regular thrusts allowed his husband to keep his mouth plastered on alicorn asshole and his head buried in the musky delights of the royal butt cheeks. Meanwhile Henry’s other hand submerged itself in the massive sack of Solaris’ “crown jewels,” the huge balls overflowing his little human palm. Rubbing and squeezing, he raised the warm orbs up from their natural dangle as if presenting the proof of his husband’s equine virility to all of Equestria.
This was a dance the two lovers performed together many times, as Solaris dealed out the carnal “diplomacy” that kept Equestria at peace with its neighbours. Henry’s combination of sweet devotion and filthy kinkiness made Solaris feel truly cared for and appreciated. Best of all, Henry took care of all the cleanup afterwards!
Yes, the hungry human would eagerly suck the musk of six delicious butts from Solaris’ mighty prick, as he fucked each one in turn. Then he’d eagerly drink fresh alicorn creampies from six conquered rumps. Finally, it was Henry’s princely duty to drop to his knees, slurp down the entire contents of that overflowing cum-trough, and lick the floor around it til it was sparkling clean!
Of course, Henry hadn’t set up this whole escapade just so he could fill his tummy with buckets of creamy horse ballslop... but he hadn’t not done that, either!
It wouldn’t be long now... The twitching of Solaris’ ponut gathered strength as Henry’s face slowly sunk deeper and deeper into its warm, humid depths. He couldn’t wait to see the other Elements’ fathers receive this same rough topping from his Sun Daddy. If these studs thought their climaxes were intense when it was Solaris’ tongue making them cum, just wait til the Prince was using his legendary cock on them!
As Solaris cried out with pleasure and began to bloat Pear Butter’s insides with fresh and royal seed, Henry beamed with love, his face blushing like a virgin bride’s even as his caged dick twitched and he moaned into his equine husband’s thick, puffy asshole. Solaris could be old fashioned and stuffy, but he truly cared for his subjects, and Henry wanted to bring his husband the same happiness Solaris brought to the gentle ponies of Equestria.
Henry took his new role as Prince quite seriously, whether this meant accompanying Solaris on romantic strolls through the palace grounds, cooking healthful meals to counter his husband’s obsession with cake, or arranging the kinkiest of sex parties for their mutual enjoyment. And through all his time in Equestria, Henry had seen that there was nothing which made a stallion quite so happy as cooing over a newborn foal of his very own!
Equestria’s new royal consort was grateful that he had, albeit somewhat underhandedly, ensured his once lonely husband would soon be sharing this greatest of joys. Prince Solaris was going to make a great dad, Henry thought to himself...
Epilogue: the sins of the fathers...
Dusk Shine practically drooled as he peered through the peephole into the royal fuckchambers, watching Applejack’s mysteriously alive father get pounded in the butt by the royal object of his own schoolcolt crush. All the while, the delectable fathers of his other friends wiggled their own rumps helplessly, just past this flimsy voyeur’s wall, begging for the same horny treatment from their dominant Prince.
“Oh, their plots are so gorgeous, and their balls are so big...” Dusk sighed. “Guys, our mothers are lucky mares, don’t you think?”
“Are you crazy, Duskie?” Rainbow Blitz demanded, trying but failing to shove his husband off the secret peephole that separated the Herd of Harmony from the combined grunts and groans of 7 stallions and a very naughty human. “Those are our dads in there!”
“Yeah, I know, but... YOUR dad is in there!” Dusk Shine rebutted.
Privately, Dusk had to admit, Rainbow Blitz had a point. Each of the young stallions present felt a bit guilty watching Prince Solaris go to town on his father’s helpless pucker... but not enough to stay away from that peephole, and miss out on the hottest live show in Canterlot!
“Ooh, hot jock pega-daddy...” Applejack moaned, openly stroking his ginormous and heavily leaking shlong as he fantasized about Rainbow Blitz’s father. “I just wanna kiss Mr. Whistles’ perfect lips... oh, and his tasty butt hole o’ course...”
“I want his nuts in my mouth!” Bubble Berry burst out. “They’re so big, and they taste like sweat and rainbows!”
“W-wait, do ALL of you guys have the hots for my DAD?” Blitz yelled.
“Erm, I’m sorry, Rainbow Blitz.” Dusk Shine awkwardly pressed a hoof to the back of his neck. “I thought you knew. Whenever I visit your parents, Windy has me wear your mother’s old cheerleader uniform and suck his huge pegasus dick on the cloud sofa.”
“On the SOFA?” Rainbow Blitz squawked. “I used to masturbate on that sofa!”
“He... oh, dear... he has me wear your mum’s uniform as well,” Butterscotch confessed to his best friend. “Every time Cloudsdale wins a hoofball game, he’s ordered me to put my mane in pigtails and report to ‘coach’ for a good, hard fucking.” The yellow femcolt clenched his ponderous cheeks, reminiscing about bottoming for the powerful jock both he and Rainbow Blitz called “Daddy,” albeit for different reasons. “Thank goodness, they’ve been practically undefeated this season!”
“Th-that’s why you keep taking those ‘trips’ to Cloudsdale?” Rainbow Blitz simply couldn’t believe his ears!
“Mrs. Hothoof’s top wouldn’t fit me, so I only wore the skirt!” Bubble Berry burst in with yet another piece of unwanted information. “Ooh, but your dad got really stiff when I shook my big booty for him!”
"I’ve had a splendid idea, gentlecolts," Elusive joined in as Rainbow Blitz held his hooves painfully to his ears, trying to block out the image of his beloved herdmates slutting themselves for his father while dressed as his mother. "I’ll tailor brand new cheerleader uniforms for each of us, and we can seduce Mr. Whistles as a team. Why, we’ll be his personal pleasure squad, the ‘Ponyville Sissies!’" Erm, except for you, Rainbow Blitz. That could get awkward."
“Yeah, totally, I hate cheerleading! W-wait, you’re leaving me out of something? C’mon, Lucy, I thought we were a herd!”
“I sincerely doubt you want to be involved, darling,” Elusive pointed out. “We’ll be performing the most scandalous dance routines for your gorgeous DILF of a father. Shaking our pompoms until Mr. Whistles has no choice but to mount each of his naughty fillies and fill our pert bottoms with hot pegasus cream.”
At last the point was made clear to Rainbow Blitz, much to his dismay. “Oh yeah, erm... c-count me out, guys,” he stuttered. “You have fun dressing up for my dad, but I’ll be spending the day having sex with my many side pieces.” Working the glory hole at Sugarcube Corner counted as having side pieces... right?
“It looks like Solaris is just about done with your dad, Applejack,” Dusk Shine announced, keeping his eye pressed firmly along the peephole. “Henry’s cleaning off the royal stallionhood, and... oh, wow, there he goes again, right up Mr. Crumbles’ butt.” Dusk bit his lip as a passionate “Oh, darling!” wafted instantly through the peephole in the wall. “Geeze, Elusive, your dad cums like a little quickshot bitch.”
“Such an inspiration,” Elusive sighed.
“Would you like to take a look, AJ, now that it’s not your dad getting railed?” Dusk offered his spot at the peephole to his friend.
“I see something I’d rather look at,” Applejack moaned seductively. “All up close, like.” He pressed his lips to Duck Shine’s erection and kissed the weeping tip of the flare, then moved forward, licking up and down the unicorn’s vast purple length.
The hunk of a unicorn nerd gasped as his friends joined in the fun, moving in close to his beautiful body with puckered lips and eager tongues. The apple farmer’s worshipful mouth on Dusk’s cock was swiftly joined by the party planner’s, the fashionista’s, the speedster’s, and finally the animal lover’s. Five members of the Herd of Harmony joined together to pleasure the sixth, exchanging many smiles and loving kisses with each other as they did. Each young stallion knew that he could rely on his husbands to return the favour, and show him the finest of pleasures... all in good time.
For on Solaris’ calendar of lust, Fathers Day was an all day affair, a time for naughty males to relax, kick back and enjoy their favourite activity: fucking each other. As for Equestria’s mares, they could just take a seat and watch the show! They’d had their chance for steamy lesbian orgies, a month ago, on Mothers Day!
But that’s a different story...
Author's Note
Happy Fathers Day! 
