A Fathers Day Booty Buffet

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...