Meandering through the labyrinthine corridors of the Canterlot castle, Alex balanced a platter holding a small assortment of pastries on one hand. Most nights were like this, the palace as quiet as a tomb and all but derelict, although he took comfort from the silence. As he came to an intersection and nearly bumped into a passing figure, his heart skipped a beat.
The centurion, a towering hulk of a stallion, eyed the tray of delectables Alex was carrying. “For the Princess?”
Alex nodded. “Yeah.”
“And I thought Celestia was bad,” the guard snickered before stiffening and looking Alex in the eye. “Don’t tell her I said that…”
Biting back a smile, Alex pinched the forefinger and his thumb of his free hand together and drew them across his lips. It was frowned upon for anybody to speak ill of a Princess, even in jest, so to hear a praetorian joke about one of the sisters was almost unheard of - almost. He’d gotten close to most of the night staff throughout his time working in the castle, and the last thing he would do is betray their trust.
WIthout saying another word, he continued onward and parted ways with the armed and armored stallion. He still wasn’t sure how he’d ended up in Equestria, simply waking up one morning and finding himself in a field outside the capital, yet he’d acclimated with startling speed. Maybe it was because he hadn’t left much behind on Earth, or perhaps it was because he’d always yearned for adventure - whatever the case may be, he’d become quite fond of his new home.
He slowed as he came to another turn and glanced over his shoulder. The guard behind him was still walking along, casually carrying out his patrol, as his eyes wandered down to the stallion’s backside. It was poetic that he’d wound up in a world of intelligent, friendly, anthropomorphic horses - not because he’d ever had any connection to equines, but because of a somewhat unique fascination with the animals.
Simply put, he thought horses were hot - incredibly hot, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t fantasized about surrendering himself to some big, sweaty stallion more times than he could possibly count. Coming to Equestria was essentially like a dream come true - yeah, he hadn’t found a stud for himself yet, but it was only a matter of time until he found a special somepony who would make his dreams a reality. With a heavy sigh, he shook and cleared his head to center himself.
It didn’t take him long to reach his destination, an arched, resplendent set of double doors deep within the keep, although his job was far from finished. Lifting a hand, he politely knocked upon the wooden surface before letting himself in. He knew he didn’t have anything to worry about, having only been treated well since his arrival, yet he regularly felt the slightest bit tense in her company.
“Princess?” he called out, slipping inside and softly closing the door behind himself.
Turning his eyes to the center of the chamber, he found her seated at a desk heaped with scrolls, stacks of paperwork, and several open ledgers. Her name was Luna, and she was a veritable goddess. He held his breath and waited patiently until she motioned him over with a wing.
He steadily approached her and drank her in. She was what the natives called an alicorn, an exceptionally rare creature that combined traits of pegasi, unicorns, and earth ponies, and her beauty was only rivaled by her unfathomable arcane might and the authority of her position. While he wasn’t really into women of any kind, equine or otherwise, even he would admit that she was utterly captivating.
Seated though she was, it was clear that she was far larger than even her most intimidating guards. Paired with her size, her ethereal mane, indigo coat, and bewitching turquoise eyes would have commanded the attention of anyone in her presence even if she hadn’t been an ageless diarch. She was, whether she knew it or not, a gorgeous amazoness of a woman and the embodiment of what most mares aspired to be.
Lifting a pair of spectacles up to her horn, Luna pinched the bridge of her snout. “What is it, Alex?”
“I - uh…” he murmured, her question taking him off guard. “You asked for something to snack on.”
She peaked a brow as she turned her head toward him. “Oh, right. My apologies, it’s been a particularly onerous evening…”
Setting the tray down on a moderately clear area of the table, Alex scanned the heaps of forms and paperwork strewn before her. “Anything I can help with?”
“Unless you’re familiar with trade agreements, tithes, and tax code, I’m afraid not,” she grumbled. Propping her chin on one hand, she reached over and selected a chocolate-filled croissant from the platter Alex had delivered. “I do appreciate the offer.”
As Alex nodded, his eyes strayed from her face to her bust. Though her attire was relatively modest, consisting of a simple dress, leggings, and heels, the low cut of her gown gave him a picturesque view of her bounteous cleavage. Her bosoms were easily as big as his head, so large that they would have put even the most heavy-chested human woman to utter shame, and they were so captivating that even his sexual preferences were beholden to them.
“Ahem…”
He started, snapped from his stupor by the sudden noise, and glanced up to her face. Her expression hadn’t changed much from when he’d entered, still that of resigned irritation, although it now sent a chill running through him. She’d just caught him with his metaphorical hand in the cookie jar, eyeing her goods like some hormonal teenager, even if that hadn’t been his intention.
Pushing herself back and away from the table, Luna slowly rose to her feet. “Do you have a moment?”
The question was paradoxical. Of course he had a moment - he was her assistant, he was on the clock, and it wasn’t like he had any other tasks to busy himself with. Cautiously nodding his head, he shied back as she strolled to the exit, locked the door, and then lazily sauntered back to loom over him.
“Alex, I’d hoped to avoid this, but your continued fixation in me is woefully misplaced…” she coolly noted.
Though her tone was even and lacked ire, it turned the blood in Alex’s veins to ice. This was bad - this was really, really bad. Not only had he apparently been ogling her, something which he had no conscious control over, but she’d noticed what she’d interpreted as his amorous interest. Lifting his hands up to his shoulders, he frantically shook his head.
Luna remained mute while she peered down at him. Now that she was standing, she was more imposing than ever. At her full height, she towered over him by the better part of two feet, leaving him at eye level with her chest, but that wasn’t the worst part - the worst part was that his job and possibly his life were at her mercy. She’d been the one to take him in, convincing her sister to employ him, and even the thought of disappointing her was enough to fill him with shame.
Leaning forward, she stared into his eyes. “It would behoove you not to let your lecherous instincts get the better of you, Alex.”
“I…I wasn’t!” he bleated. “I swear, it’s not like that!”
She straightened up and folded her arms beneath her bust. “Indulge me, Alex. This wasn’t the first time I’ve seen you watching me with, shall we say, less than professional intent, so I’d love an explanation.”
Cold beads of sweat formed on Alex’s brow while his heart hammered in his bosom. He couldn’t rightly say what the punishment was for lustfully gazing upon a Princess, and he’d do anything necessary not to find out - anything. Burying his face in his hands, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and fought to soothe his frazzled nerves.
“As I thought,” she muttered as she strutted around him and to a nearby window. “I’m not upset with you, Alex - as a matter of fact, I’m a bit flattered by your attention - be that as it may, it’s in your best interest to give up any hopes of pursuing me in a romantic fashion.”
“I know,” he groaned into his palms. “You really don’t understand though…”
“Oh but I do,” she tutted. “You’re hardly the first to fancy me, and I’d be shocked beyond words if you were the last. A great many stallions dream of claiming the Princess of the Night as a lover - I’d know, I’ve seen their…” she paused and shuddered. “Let’s just say that I’m quite popular with stallions…”
It was slightly relieving to hear that she wasn’t upset with him, although it was her remark about being popular that drained away his tension. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have stallions literally dreaming about him in a sexual fashion - well, no, he could, yet it was obvious that she wasn’t as keen on the idea as he was. Composing himself, he brushed off his shirt and cautiously strolled over to her side.
“I can’t imagine how awkward that has to be,” he lied through his teeth. “Maybe if -”
“And the things they do, Alex,” she lamented, cutting him off while rubbing her temples. “The depths of their depravity know no end! It’s…it’s like I’m a toy for them, some grand, regal harlot to be used and abused!”
The thought thrilled Alex more than he’d like to admit. “That’s awful…”
Wheeling around to face him, Luna placed her hands on his shoulders. “But it wouldn’t work, nor would it work between us.”
Alex cocked his head and pursed his lips. “But why though?” he softly inquired. “I mean, yeah, you might be a Princess, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be in a relationship with someone.”
A forlorn look fleeted over her face as she turned her eyes to the floor. “I assure you, it wouldn’t work. No matter how attracted somepony was to me, they’d be running for the hills as soon as…”
Her cheeks darkened and she instantly released him before turning away. Alex had been thrown off by the sudden tonal shift of the one-sided discussion, taken aback by how she’d gone from politely admonishing him to woefully claiming that she couldn’t have a lover. Something was up, and he’d be darned if his interest wasn’t piqued because of it.
“Just go,” she groused, “and don’t mention this to -”
“P…pardon me,” he squeaked, slipping around her and peeking up at her face. “Princess Luna, I think you’re mistaken. You’re a lovely mare, both inside and out, and I’m absolutely, positively certain that most stallions would kill to be with you.”
A flicker of joy flashed over her face, though it was quickly overshadowed by melancholy. “You’re right, but that would just make the inevitable all the more heartbreaking. It’s in everypony’s best interest that I remain celibate…”
“But why?” he quietly pressed. “You deserve happiness as much as anyone else. Cadance has a husband, and I’m -”
“Cadance doesn’t have the same problem I have,” she pouted.
Alex peered up at the ceiling as he gathered his thoughts. He was officially Luna’s scribe, though she often treated him more as a confidant than a mere helper - as such, it was only right to, at the very least, bolster her confidence and give her some hope for the future. Would he be overstepping his boundaries by grilling her on such a sensitive subject? Possibly. Did he want to improve her mood and make her feel better? Without a doubt - besides, now that the conversation had shifted away from him, he was feeling an order of magnitude more comfortable.
Reaching out and tenderly stroking her arm, he drew her attention back down to him. “And what problem is that - that is, besides her not being as pretty as you.”
Having opened her mouth to speak, Luna quickly sealed her lips and backed away from him. “It’s none of your concern. Just believe me when I say stallions would quickly lose interest in me after they got to know me better…”
“Come on,” Alex urged. “Ok, lemme guess. You snore - no, sleepwalk.”
“Neither,” she harrumphed. “Alex, I -”
“Wait wait wait,” he continued. “You like SUPER cheesy romance movies - like the really bad ones.”
She furrowed her brow and scrunched her snout down at him. “If you must know, I - no, never mind. It would be uncouth to burden you with such information.”
More determined than ever, Alex gingerly clasped her hand and sank to her knees. “Luna, listen, you can talk to me. If you want to get something off your chest, go ahead - heck, anything you say will never leave this room.”
Hesitating for a moment, she swallowed hard. “You…you swear upon it?”
“I swear upon it,” he solemnly repeated while bowing his head and holding a fist to his chest. “Actually, I’ll do you one better. If you open up and tell me a secret, I’ll tell you one of my own - know, to level the playing field.”
Keeping his head held low, he smiled to himself. He truly did like her - not in a sexual fashion, but as a benevolent and good-natured mare. If sharing the burden of her fears or woes was to be part of his duties, he’d do so gladly for her - after all, without her, he’d probably be flipping burgers and living in some crummy apartment somewhere. Hearing the sound of fabric rustling, he lifted his gaze and froze.
He hadn’t known what to expect, assuming she’d simply adjusted her dress or scratched an itch, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight that awaited him. Luna had remained where she stood, although her head was turned to the side, her eyes were clamped shut, and her blush had returned with a vengeance. Seeing her in such an embarrassed state would have been enough to give him a moment for pause, but then he looked lower and went slack-jawed.
With the hem of her dress pulled up and clutched in one hand, she left her groin completely exposed. It wasn’t the fact that she was showing herself off to him that sent his mind in a tailspin, nor was it due to her snow-white, wholly unremarkable panties - no, his shock was solely and completely due to the immense bulge in her underwear. At a loss for words, unable to comprehend what he was looking at, he cleared his throat.
“Is…” he rasped, his voice cracking ever so slightly. “Is that w…what I think it -”
“As I said,” she breathed, “Cadance doesn’t have the same problem I have.”
As he swung his eyes back down to her nethers, his thoughts began to race. The logical parts of his brain told him everything he needed to know, having seen more than his fair share of pictures of stallions sporting jockstraps in issues of PlayMare magazines, but that simply didn’t make any sense. Inspecting the unmistakable outline of what had to be a stallionhood, in spite of how absurd it sounded, he flinched when she released and let her dress fall down her legs.
Pulling him to his feet, she snorted. “You swore you’ll never speak of this to anypony,” she rumbled, “and I trust you’ll make good on that promise.”
“I…I will,” he croaked.
“Good,” she snorted. “Now then, your turn.”
Alex blinked as his brain briefly short circuited. “I ~ what?”
“Your turn,” she flatly repeated. “You said you’d share a secret of your own ~ did you not?”
With the spotlight now turned upon him, he gulped. He could have lied - in fact, he probably should have lied, yet deceiving her would have been wrong. The obvious solution would have been to disclose some small transgression from his past, like stealing a piece of candy when he’d been a child or finding his Christmas presents early - alas, with a maelstrom of lecherous notions swirling about in his head, there was only one answer he could think to give.
“I l…like stallions,” he uttered under his breath.
Luna’s eyes widened then narrowed down at him. “But you’ve only been in Equestria for such a short time! Surely, you couldn’t have…” she trailed off and went silent. After a pregnant pause, she gave a soft gasp. “Did you not say that equines were feral on your world?!”
“It’s not my fault!” Alex pleaded.
Coughing into one hand, she collected herself. “Pray tell, is there something in particular that you find alluring.”
Alex kept his mouth shut as he fidgeted uncomfortably in place. Her question wasn’t undue, namely because all varieties of equines on Earth were little more than simple-minded animals, but giving her an answer that didn’t make him look like a degenerate would be an exceedingly tall order. While he desperately struggled to come up with something - anything to say that would justify his response, she backed away and snickered.
“H…hey,” he huffed, “it’s not…”
The instant he looked over at her, the words died in his throat. Luna was standing just out of arm’s reach, only a few feet away, and she’d hiked her dress back up to her waist. He didn’t know what was more jarring - the fact that she, an ageless Princess, was flashing her panties at him or that the bulge in her underwear was markedly larger than it had been mere moments prior.
Shifting one hand, she delicately patted the gargantuan swell at her groin. “Would I be wrong to presume this may play some part in why you like stallions?”
He couldn’t answer, no matter how hard he tried, and neither could he tear his eyes off her nethers. Without undressing her and getting closer, it would be impossible to gauge exactly how much heat she was packing - still, he could tell her package was profound. Fighting the urge to step closer, to fall to his knees and bury his face in her goods, he glanced up when the familiar hum of magic crept to his ears.
“I believe I’ve earned myself a little break,” she chirped, “and I have just the little human who can help me.”
He was given no time to reply. In a flash of light and pop of displaced air, his surroundings changed. One second, he’d been in the study - the next, he found himself standing in Luna’s room. The Princess was still with him, remaining in the same position throughout the instantaneous traversal, but she didn’t stay still for long.
Nonchalantly bringing one hand behind her back, she grinned. “Yes, a bit of relaxation would do me a world of good - you know, now that I have somepony who’s eager to help me.”
Following her gaze, Alex looked down and made another startling revelation. At some point or another, his libido had surpassed his conscious mind. The damp, tented fabric over his crotch struggled to restrain his manhood, and his arousal had not gone unnoticed. He opened his mouth and peered back at her, determined to apologize for acting in such an uncouth way, moments before her dress soft sailed over and landed on his face.
“If you’re half as perverted as you claim to be, having lascivious thought about beasts, I wonder what lengths you’d go to to serve a regal stallionhood,” she cooed as she bent over and drew her panties down her thighs.
When she stood back up, having swiftly stripped out of her dress and unmentionables, Alex went rigid in more ways than one. He’d always accepted that he was gay, only having the most fleeting interest in women over the years, but Luna had single-handedly turned that fact on its head in an instant. Muscular but feminine, intimidating yet alluring, she was the definition of a goddess, and she had the endowment to prove it.
His eyes trailed down the valley of her breasts, over her abs, and ultimately came to rest on her cock. Good fucking god - to say she was hung like a horse wasn’t an exaggeration. Every instinct he had screamed at him to fall on his knees and worship her, to submit himself to her in any way imaginable, and it was more than he could possibly bear.
He took a small step forward, followed by a second and a third, until he was less than a foot away from her. Her sheer size and the commanding aura of her presence dominated the room - nevertheless, he hesitated. She was an alicorn and a diarch, one of the nigh-omnipotent sisters that ruled Equestria, and he couldn’t just have a wild, spontaneous fling with her ~ right? It couldn’t be this easy ~ could it?
Backing away, he tore his eyes off her equipment and stared up at her face. “If this is a trick, I -”
Pop
In the blink of an eye, and hearing only the faintest sound of magic, his clothes exploded - literally exploded off his body. Were it not for the sensation of cool air against his bare flesh, paired with an amused titter from his oversized, overendowed host, he wouldn’t have believed what had just happened - hell, he still might not believe it. To discover that Princess Luna, one of the most beauteous mares in all the land, had a cock that would put most stallions to shame was bonkers, yet it was as real as the pair of hands that came to rest on his shoulders.
“Might I suggest,” Luna began as she gently pushed him downward, “you open with a bit of an appetizer.”
Alex’s knees buckled for a moment before he gradually snake into a deep, splay-legged squat. Why she had a dick, how she was being so relaxed about all this, what this would mean for his job and budding friendship with her - none of those mattered. Bringing himself face to face with her dangling length, he licked his lips.
Fuck it - there was no sense holding himself back. One of the first purchases he’d made for himself in Equestria was a dildo, a big, beastly thing supposedly cast from some renown porn star, but it paled in comparison to the size of Luna’s tool. He drifted forward slowly, reached out with trembling hands, and reverently clutched her godly shaft.
“Such a little pervert,” she cooed as he shied back and hefted her length. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve been dreaming of doing this.”
With his mouth watering, Alex numbly nodded his head. “Uh…uh-huh…”
As he brought her stallionhood up to his lips and stared down her shaft, his pucker twitched in a mixture of fear and anticipation. Even with plenty of warm up, he had no doubt that she could utterly destroy him, demolishing his backside and ruining him for any stallions he may meet in the future. A part of him, the sane part, told him that he shouldn’t be a slave to his lust, yet another, far stronger portion of himself, the deepest, darkest desires he’d kept buried for years on end, spurred him on.
Luna flexed her groin and caused her cock to jerk upward as she expectantly rested her hands on her hips. “Suck it…”
The two simple words erased that little self-restraint he had left. None of this made sense, from how they’d gone from casually chatting to naked in her bedchamber to why she had a dick, but the absurdity of it all did nothing to hinder his excitement. Closing his eyes and giving a sensual moan, he began making out with the fist-size cock-head.
Salty, earthy flavors danced over his taste buds while an intoxicating aroma tickled his sinuses. He could tell that she hadn’t bathed since getting up, her musk so potent as to nearly make him lightheaded, although he didn’t mind - on the contrary, he was grateful for it. The bouquet of her loins was a unique blend of femininity and masculinity, having the appeal of both in concert, and it alone would have been enough to inspire him to get off.
Contentedly humming, she brought one hand to his head and glided her fingers through his hair. “So how many of my guards have you serviced?”
He stopped and pulled back to peek up at her. “N…none…”
His reply must have taken her by surprise, because a stunned expression dawned on her face. “You jest.”
Continuing to gently stroke her with both hands, unable to touch his fingers and thumbs together around her girth, he shook his head. “No, I -”
“Good,” she snorted. “The soldiery are well trained, but they lack the refined taste and gentle touch of a mare. You will continue to abstain from doing anything unprofessional with the stallions within the castle - actually, no, you will abstain from doing anything unprofessional with any stallions period ~ understood?”
Her tone was soft but concealed a hard edge. If she was joking with him by saying he was to remain celibate, she was doing a poor job of it. Nearly falling back when she bucked her hips and ground her cock against his face, smearing pre-cum across his cheek, he picked up where he’d left off by tonguing and deeply kissing the tip of her length.
“Good boy,” she snickered.
Left to venerate her, he opened his mouth and worked his lips around her profound cock-head. He was no slouch with oral, having gone so far as to fellate toys and a few guys on earth, but attempting to suck her off was like going from the little leagues to an all star professional arena. Would that his determination be enough to choke on her, he would have done so in a heartbeat - regrettably, the limitations of his body would only allow him to do so much.
As he leaned slightly to one side, he eyed her monstrous coin purse. Easily as large as a pair of softballs, her nuts were massive. Judging from what she’d said earlier, flippantly mentioning her woeful lack of amorous pursuits, he had to believe she was sitting on enough foal-batter to knock some lucky woman or mare up several times over. He may not have had a womb, but the mere idea of her filling his ass with her pent-up seed drove him positively wild.
Filling his lungs, he steadied himself and rammed his head forward. There would be no way for him to swab his throat with her, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. With his jaw open as far as it would allow, he tensed when her hand tightened around the base of his head. As he peeked upward and met her eyes, a cold pit formed in his stomach.
Luna took a broad stance and grinned. “Allow me to help.”
With glacial strength and speed, she drove her hips forward. While she gradually forced her shaft to and down his gullet, conflict raged within him. His survival instincts pleaded for him to tap out, as his fiery passion implored him to stay. He’d been wrong, there was a way he could throat her, although it would require her to do just as she was doing now - taking charge.
Stepping one leg over his shoulder, she eventually hilted herself, gave a dark chuckle, and started thrusting. Her incredible stature and sublime build would have been enough to overpower him without any effort whatsoever, and that wasn’t taking her arcane might into account, yet there was almost a playfulness to her actions. He was her toy, a plaything of happenstance, and she was going to relish using him.
Alex gagged as tears rolled down his cheeks. What little air he could get was taken in hasty sips when she withdrew, his mind teetered on the verge of panic, and he couldn’t have gotten away from her if he tried. As he peered up at her, past her mountainous, gently swaying bust, a revelation struck him.
That’s right, there was something he could do. Be it from his lack of oxygen, the lunacy of the situation, or a combination of the two, he brought his hands around her upper thighs and fiercely grabbed her backside. Seeing as how he was totally at her mercy, it only made sense that he should prove his fealty to her.
Slowing nearly to a halt, Luna faltered. “So this was what you were hoping for all along ~ eh? Well then, considering how eager you are, allow me to indulge you…”
The moment she finished speaking, she hastened her pace. What had been long, relaxed thrusts transitioned into furious pistoning as she skull-fucked him with reckless abandon. The taste of fresh air was a bitter memory, his eyes wouldn’t stop watering, and his lungs burned, yet he’d never been more turned on in his entire life.
To think that a woman, even an exquisitely well-endowed one, could be so ferocious in bed was mind-blowing, and it made Alex reconsider his standing on a great many things. Could there be more mares like Luna out there? Would she keep him as her personal sex pet after this? Was she always this passionate? A multitude of questions bubbled about in his brain, although they were eclipsed by a burning need to serve her.
As he went to reach for his aching cock, a tingling sensation washed over his arms. He couldn’t see it - hell, he couldn’t see much of anything other than Luna’s abs, but something was preventing him from jacking off. It was only when he saw a faint glow around her horn that the pieces of the puzzle came together.
“Ah ah,” she chastised while wagging a finger. “Good sluts only cum when they’re - Nnnph - allowed to…”
Unable to do anything but act as her cock-sheath, Alex focused his efforts on trying to remain conscious. He’d never done much to practice holding his breath, and he immediately regretted that. While he rocked forward and back, feeling his lips rhythmically stretch around Luna’s girthy medial ring, the corners of his vision darkened.
Time became a blur as his grasp on reality grew tenuous. Luna wasn’t a cruel mare, not that he’d ever seen, but this wasn’t the Luna he was acquainted with. Mired in what he could only describe as a rut-lust, the primal need to satiate herself, she grunted while beating her balls against his chin - that was, until everything came to a screeching halt.
Without any warning whatsoever, Luna backed away and unsheathed her titanic length. Her hide glistened in sweat, her chest rose and fell heavily, and pre-cum drooled from her monstrous stallionhood as she turned and strutted over to her bed. No sooner did she crawl onto her mattress and flip onto her back, leaving her slickened length to stand like a monolith, did Alex understand what was expected of him.
Despite the soreness in his jaw and his quaking muscles, he pushed himself up and wandered over to her. She hadn’t cum, and she was clear that he had a job to do. Even if she wasn’t a demigod ruler, a she-stud of her caliber deserved nothing less than a lover who was bold and skilled enough to please her.
She shifted and sent power into her horn when went to join her on the bed. “A moment…”
Alex shivered as a wave of electricity, or something akin to it, shrieked through his system. The feeling was odd and far from unpleasant, though it was enough to make him wary. Unicorn magic was capable of a great many things, yet he saw nor felt any overt changes to himself when he hastily looked himself over.
“It’ll ensure you’re a bit more…” she paused and thoughtfully waved a hand. “It’ll make things more comfortable for you.”
His heart leapt hearing her explanation. He’d been right, she was just as caring as ever! With the smallest exertion of her magic, she’d prepped and modified him for a task that would have been herculean for even the most whorish size-queens! With renewed vigor, he clambered up to her size, swung a leg over her midsection, and rose to his knees above her twitching stallionhood.
It would have been an honor to take her in any position she chose, but there was something humbling about being given the opportunity to ride him. She’d been the one to kick things off, resizing his esophagus while giving a show of force, and now it was his time to shine. Keeping his eyes on her face, he swung one arm back, blindly clutched her cock, and lowered his waist.
Feeling her cock-head press against his hole, he steadied himself. He’d been dreaming about this for nearly as long as he’d been in Equestria - sure, his fantasies hadn’t involved a big-dicked she-stud of a Princess, but it was close enough to count! As he slowly exhaled and eased his weight down, assuming it would take some monumental effort to get the blunt tip of her stallionhood into himself, his pucker smoothly swallowed her length.
The intrusion was so effortless that it left him nonplussed. Holy hell - regardless of whether or not his fling with Luna was a one-time thing, he was going to have to find a way to recreate the enchantment she’d cast on him. Lower and lower he crept, gradually filling himself with inch after inch of supremely girthy cock, until he seated himself on her and smugly wiggled his tush.
If there was any discomfort from having something as big as his arm in his ass, it was surpassed by unfathomable amounts of physical and psychological bliss. The sensation of fullness her dick afforded, how her medial ring had scraped over his prostate, the view of her - in short, he was in heaven. Driven upward and shaken from his blissful reverie by a small buck of her hips, he leaned in, placed his hands on her tits, and started fucking himself on her.
Luna smiled broadly as she reached out and caressed his cheek. “There you go. Honestly, had I the faintest idea you were into this, I would have hired you as my concubine instead of my assistant.”
“I…I can do b…both,” Alex sputtered while pounding his ass on her.
She didn’t feel good - she felt phenomenal. The harder he rode her, the hotter the fires of his passion burned - the hotter the fires of his passion became, the more difficult it was to control himself. Dipping his head and bringing his face to one of her breasts, he suckled on her teat while delicately twisting her other nipple in his hand.
Luna trembled and gave a low, guttural groan. She may have been in a league of her own, but she had desires like any other mare - figuratively speaking. Nearly intoxicated from the fact that he was pleasing her, making a creature vastly superior to himself, he milked her profound stallionhood with everything he had. She might have had him on the ropes with the oral, but now he was the one calling the thoughts - or so he thought.
Like twin serpents, her hands glided up his thighs, over his hips, and up to his waist. On and on he went, only slowing to shift and nurse on her other breast, until her fingers sank into his flesh. Lifting his head and finding her staring down at him with the same, imperious look she’d had only a few minutes prior, a chill ran up his spine.
Bending her legs and planting her feet on the mattress, she made a makeshift backrest for him from her thighs. “Sit up…”
He obeyed her without question, righting himself and leaning against her. Her first thrust took him unawares, her second filled him with glee, and each buck of her hips after that felt better than the last. Fucking himself on her could have - would have been enough to elate him, but he wouldn’t deny that having her take charge and screw his brains out was what he truly yearned for.
Slipping his hands behind his head, he got her rhythm down and moved in tune with her. He could only imagine the sight of them, the disparity of their sizes made all the more provocative by the fact that he was a guy, and he could have kicked himself for not bringing a camera. While he whimpered and moaned atop her, inching closer and closer to his release, she brought one hand around to his belly.
He peeked down at himself and went motionless. As clear as the sun on a cloudless sky, the imprint of Luna’s stallionhood was visible in his abdomen. He could see everything, from the shape of her cock-head to how hard she was throbbing, and the sight erased any self-composure he had left. With things having gone well past the point of sanity, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.
“Fuck me,” he breathed while clenching around her.
Flashing her teeth, Luna grabbed his hips once again. “With pleasure…”
And just like that, she unleashed her full potential. He tried to keep up at first, throwing himself down to meet her bucking hips, but it was no use. In a matter of seconds, she proved that her carnal might was not to be trifled with. As he was blinded by rapture that he could barely comprehend, ropes of jizz sailed from his semi-erect, flailing cock.
“Good - Huff - boy,” she huffed, plowing him like it was the last thing she’d ever do. “Perhaps - Nnnf - I’ll get a pretty little outfit for you to - Mnnn - wear from now on…”
Wading through what was easily the most powerful climax of his life, Alex was beset by visions of himself done up like a maid. To hell with it - if she wanted to promote him from her aid to her personal cock-holster, he’d take the offer in a heartbeat. After what she’d done, quite literally fucking the cum out of him, she’d earned to have him as a concubine.
His first orgasm was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, as he was overcome with incomprehensible ecstasy. Time became an illusion, the waking world seemed like a dream he never wished would end, and still she didn’t slow - if anything, she only rutted him harder and faster as their tryst went on. He scarcely noticed falling onto his back, and he genuinely couldn’t say how he’d ended up there, yet he found her looming over him while locking him into a deep, intense mating press.
He’d read about the position many times, a variation of missionary where one’s legs were driven up to the sides of their head, but the stories didn’t do it justice. It was the epitome of subjugation, domination at its finest, and he loved every rapturous second of it. Squealing out like a whore, he painted his chest and the underside of her cleavage with the final shots of his jizz.
Apparently his climax was the straw that broke the camel’s back, or maybe it was just serendipity - in either case, Luna hilted, threw her head back, and gave a roar of conquest that surely woke half of Canterlot. He’d figured she could cum buckets, particularly if she’d been blue balled for an extensive period of time, although he couldn’t have guessed how appropriate his appraisal of her was. Pints of thick, virile cream surged through her pulsing length, stretching his quivering, stuffed hole and flooding his depths like a tsunami, while his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Though his seed was spent, he climaxed right alongside her. His limbs went slack and lifeless, all he could smell was the scent of her sweat and musk, and his mind waded into a haze of pure ecstasy. No matter what happened after this, irrespective of whether they became an item or not, he had a sense that nothing and nobody would ever come close to the rapture she delivered.
The world spun as released his legs, crashed to her side, and rolled onto her back. The transition would have been jarring if he hadn’t nearly been in a coma, but he was too exhausted and lost to his euphoria to give a damn about it. Draped atop her like a lifeless doll, his torso softly rose and fell as she heaved air into her chest.
“T…that was incredible,” she wheezed. With a quaking hand, she lovingly stroked his back. “W…was it good for you?”
Shakily lifting his head from her cleavage, he gazed up at her and grunted. He could barely think, much less speak or move, so he hoped his unintelligible response, as well all of his cum that was slathered on her abs and chest, was a clear enough answer for her. As she smiled down at him, he dreamily grinned and touched a hand to her cheek.
She slid one hand down his side and to his bloated, gurgling belly. “I was serious about the change of uniform, but I’ll understand if you don’t want to -”
“S…slutty,” he rasped, cutting her off. Meeting her stunned gaze, he gave a single nod of his head. “If we’re - Cough - gonna do this, get me something slutty to wear - something you’d like to see me prancing around in.”
Beaming down at him, she folded her wings over his back. “I’ll see what I can arrange.”
It would be in poor taste for him to traipse about the castle wearing anything too revealing, but it was a fun thought - plus it was in no state of mind to consider it too seriously. Surrendering himself to her, he weakly hugged her torso and closed his eyes. Yeah - coming to Equestria was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and something told him that his real adventures were just beginning…
