Saddle Up, 2024
Star Spur and a Changeling
Previous ChapterNext ChapterMornin’, Silver,” Star Spur grumbled as he trotted into the station.
Lowering and peeking over his newspaper, Silver Star grunted. “Mornin’.”
Star Spur continued onward, wandering past the seated sheriff and to the lockers. Another day, another hoofful of bits - at least that’s what his grandpa had always told him. Donning his hat and badge, he gave himself a quick once-over before starting his shift.
His black mane and tail were brushed, the blue of his coat was only slightly dusty, and the red neckerchief he wore complemented his vest and shirt - still, the sight of himself wearing his uniform was nothing new. He’d been a deputy for nearly five years, and the days of being excited to hunt down outlaws had been dulled by time. Most of his days were far more boring than he liked, handling the small number of complaints or disputes in Appleloosa, although some were worse than others.
Glancing to a door at the back of the station, he scrunched his snout. “He still ornery?”
“Yup,” Silver sighed. “I reckon he’s sweet on ya…”
The comment sent a shiver up Star’s spine. “How ya figure?”
Silver lowered his paper as he got to his hooves. “Bugger was askin’ if’n he’d been seein’ ya today.”
Hearing the amusement in his boss’ voice, Star grimaced. “Wonderful.”
Making his way toward the exit, with his shift having come to an end, Silver snickered and patted Star on the shoulder. “Ah’m sure you’ll be fine - Ah mean, it ain’t like he’s too much for you to handle.”
Star kept his muzzle shut while Silver made his leave. He knew better than to say anything, realizing that protesting would only end in more teasing, so he merely took his place behind the desk, picked up the paper, and looked over the articles. It would only be a matter of time until he had to check on their guest, but he was in no hurry.
Minutes passed, rays of sunlight crept through the window, and the faint sound of the town rousing from its slumber gradually crept in through the propped open front door. Just as he was starting to think it would be a quiet, pleasant morning, a subtle noise caught Star’s ear. As he turned and glanced down a short, gloomy hallway, his thoughts darkened.
“That you, Star,” a voice called out.
Pinching the bridge of his snout, Star considered not replying. It was very, very rare for them to lock anypony up for more than a night, using the hoofful of cells as more of a time out corner for bad behavior than anything, yet they’d held a lone prisoner for the better part of a week. Folding and placing the paper on the table, he slipped from his chair.
Buck it - there was no point in delaying the inevitable. It would only be a matter of time until he had to do a round, so he may as well get it out of the way. He slowed as he approached the corridor, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light. In spite of the relative darkness, only lit by a single, small window at the far end of the hallway, two green, gem-like eyes peered at him through the shadows.
“There he is,” the voice hissed. “Sheriff Silver Star told me you were working today…”
Of bucking course Silver would spill the beans about who was on the schedule. Throwing a foreleg to his left, Star flicked the light switch and stormed forward. He considered himself a pretty patient stallion, but he really wasn’t in the mood to deal with their chitinous visitor’s constant, wholly inappropriate pestering - not today.
“Talon, are you gonna behave today?” he sternly asked as he came to a halt at the furthest cell.
With a fanged grin splitting his snout, Talon locked eyes with him. “It depends, cutie. Are you gonna show off that fat little flank of yours?”
Star reflexively averted his gaze before scowling back at the changeling. “Will you just quit with that already? It ain’t like we can go foolin’ around with inmates - besides, I don’t swing that way.”
“Mmmmm,” Talon hummed while he leaned over and eyed the deputy’s backside. “It’ll be our little secret, and I’m pretty sure I could change that.”
Glaring over at the drone, Star felt his cheeks darken. He didn’t, nor had he ever had a coltfriend, although that wasn’t by choice. Appleoosa was a small town, everypony knew everypony, and it wasn’t like he was out of the closet or anything. Was it foolish that he hadn’t come clean and told his friends and family that he was into stallions? Yes. Did he want to risk being picked on? Heck no.
He snorted defiantly and looked the changeling over. It wasn’t like he’d met many changelings in his day, but Talon was definitely one of the biggest ones he’d had the displeasure of running across. Tall and with a muscular physique, the drone’s impressive build, glimmering eyes, and sinful promises sang a siren’s song to his repressed desires, but those paled in comparison to one particular trait the inmate had. Lowering his gaze, he stole a glance at the long, thick, slick length dangling beneath the prisoner.
Flexing his groin, Talon slapped his stallionhood against his underbelly. “Trust me, I’ll have you squealing like a filly with this.”
“What is wrong with you?” Star murmured, tearing his eyes off the incredible endowment that lay just out of reach.
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” Talon snickered, “but I do think there’s something wrong with you. Star, you sweet little thing, you don’t think I can tell? Even if I couldn’t smell the lust rolling off you, you’re not as coy as you think you are. The way you look at me, that cute blush you try so hard to hide, and that stutter you get sometimes - Mmmmph.” He shivered and licked his lips. “I won’t try to escape, I swear.”
Star hesitated. “I’d n…never do anything like that…”
“Really?” Talon quipped, raising a brow. Shifting and moving back to his cot, he sat down, rolled onto his back, and splayed his legs. “It’s right here, ripe for the sucking.”
The obscene presentation caused Star’s heart to flutter, although Talon wasn’t finished yet - not by a long shot. Drawing a forehoof down his chest, the drone clutched and languidly began stroking himself off. While he’d seen plenty of naughty pictures of stallions in magazines before, actually seeing such a lewd display in real life hammered away at his resolve.
Lowering his free hoof, Talon fondled his balls and moaned. “They’re so full, sweetness. If only I had some hot, eager femcolt to give me some relief…”
Star wasn’t sure what was worse - the fact that his mouth was watering from the sight of such an incredible package or that he was actually considering Talon’s offer. It was still pretty early, and the chances of somepony wandering into the station were slim, but there would be a lot laid on the line. The townsfolk wouldn’t let him live the experience down, he’d almost certainly get fired, and the side of himself he’d been keeping secret would be revealed - still, he was tempted.
“Ten minutes,” Talon breathed. “If you give me just ten minutes, we’ll both have a ton of fun.”
“I…hang on…” Star huffed.
Whipping around, he galloped into the front office and slammed the front door closed. He’d done some pretty wild stuff in his day, but this had to be the most insane. As he scrambled to turn the lock and flip the be back soon sign over on the window, his thoughts ran rampant. Darned if he knew exactly what was going to happen or if Talon was just leading him on, but his excitement quickly outstripped his trepidation.
He only faltered when he reached a set of keys hanging by the desk. No, absolutely not. For all he knew, this could be some elaborate plan for Talon to get away! If, and that was still a pretty big if, he was going to risk his career on an impulsive, lust-driven fling, he was going to have to be careful about it.
Cantering back into the miniature jail and to Talon’s cell, he set his brow. “We got fifteen minutes, so we’re gonna have to be quick.”
Talon cocked his head while he rolled over and got his hooves beneath him. “Lemme guess, you don’t trust little old me enough to let me out?”
“Nope,” Star flatly replied.
“Shame, but I can respect that,” Talon noted. Crossing to the bars, he reared onto his hind legs and clutched the bars of his cell. “Maybe you’ll change your mind after you’ve had some breakfast…”
“I…” Star trailed off as the changeling’s dick slid through the open meal slot.
Sweet stars in the sky - Talon was massive. As big around as his foreleg and nearly as long, the glimmering, obsidian length silently beckoned to him. He’d dreamed about wrapping his lips around some hot, well-hung stud’s stallinhood for years, longer than he could or would ever admit, and the sight of the immaculately presented cock shattered his reservations.
Shuffling to the side, he sat down and gave himself a moment to appreciate the magnificent shaft bobbing expectantly in the cool air. The sight of the immense thing was enough to make him giddy, but the smell - the smell was nothing short of captivating. Inmates were given showers on a daily basis, and it wasn’t like they could get out and work up a good sweat, yet the virile musk rolling off Talon’s loins fanned the fires of his lust like few things ever had.
“Go ahead,” Talon quietly urged, “it’s all yours for that fifteen minutes…”
Crab apples - Star had nearly forgotten he only had a short amount of time to work with. Leaning in and keeping his hooves crossed, he softly pressed his tips to the broad, drooling cock-head. The warmth that graced his lips, the aroma filling his sinuses, and the hushed snicker from above settled the issue right then and there. He’d never sucked a dick before, but that was about to change.
Opening his muzzle, he wrapped his lips around the tip of stallionhood and leaned forward. Bold, exotic flavors exploded over his palate as the length slid over his tongue. Salty, sweet, and only the slightest bit earthy, the unwashed flesh was everything he’d hoped it would be and more. While he experimentally bobbed his head, leaning heavily on his intuition and the erotic stories he’d read, his thoughts grew hazy.
Talon gently bucked into his face and gave a shuddering sigh. “There you go, little colt.”
The dirty talk was not helping - well, it sort of was, but not in a way he’d expected. He could try to deny it all he wanted, but he liked being treated like this. The flirting and catcalling, being eyed up, and the fact that he’d managed to arouse somepony - anypony were all electrifying. If somepony had hit on him the way Talon had, he would have gotten some action long before now.
Continuing onward, he bit back a gag. It was idiotic to think he could throat somepony on his first first try, especially somepony as gifted as Talon, but that wasn’t his fault. After suppressing his desires for so long, pushed to the breaking point, he wasn’t going to hold himself back. He took a breath, grabbed the bars, and said a mute prayer as he relaxed his throat. His mom had always said ‘go big or go home’, and now it was time to take her advice to heart.
He drove his head forward and forced Talon’s immense tool into his gullet. His eyes watered, his throat spasmed, and his heart skipped a beat - several in fact, but he didn’t ease up until his nose bumped against the frame of the meal slot. While he hadn’t managed to fully hilt the changeling, leaving the base inch or so untouched, the feeling of the fat medial ring resting on his tongue was rewarding to a fault.
“B…buck,” Talon rasped, doing his darnedest to bury the final few bit of his shaft into Star’s muzzle.
The utterance was music to Star’s ears. Moving his head forward and back, he lavished the underside of Talon’s length with his tongue. He may have been a complete novice when it came to pleasing a stallion, but he knew what felt good. Shifting slightly, he spread his hind legs and lowered a forehoof.
This was fantastic - sure, he could get in deep trouble for blowing a changeling who’d tried to infiltrate town, but that didn’t put a dent in his enthusiasm. As he mopped the throbbing shaft with his lips, softly moaning all the while, he turned his eyes up to Talon’s face. He’d always wondered what it would be like to suck somepony off, and the experience did not disappoint.
“Hey,” Talon purred after what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes.
Backing away slowly, Star cleared his snout and swallowed down a mouthful of pre-cum. “Y…yeah?”
Talon dipped his head and glanced upward. “Take this off.”
“No way,” Star protested as his eyes settled on the glimmering ring around Talon’s horn. “If I take that off, you could do anything.”
Rolling his eyes, Talon rested his head on the bars. “Well at least let me get some real action. Don’t get me wrong, giving you a facial would be nice, but I think it’s fair to say that we both want something more than that.”
Though Star really, really wanted to capitalize on the moment and try getting his back blown out, he shook his head. “Listen, we don’t have any lube, I haven’t done any prep work, and I can’t take that negation ring off. Maybe it -”
“Just for a second,” Talon interrupted. “I can fix the lube issue if you take it off. Pretty please with sugar and sprinkles on top?”
“I…I don’t know…” Star mumbled while rubbing the back of his neck. “You promise you won’t try any funny business?”
Rocking back and pressing a forehoof to his chest, Talon closed his eyes. “On my honor and the hive’s name.”
Star pushed himself up and touched the negation ring on Talon’s horn. At best, he was about to check two items off his bucket list - at worst, he’d have to find some way to explain why a prisoner had escaped. Holding his breath, he removed the little metal band and felt a warmth suddenly radiate through him.
“There,” Talon groused. “Now turn around and let’s get back to it.”
While he couldn’t tell exactly what Talon had done to him, feeling completely fine, Star could tell something was up. He felt hotter, his pucker seemed like it had become slick, and his libido raged into an inferno. Once he’d slipped the ring back in place, he scrambled to wheel around and present himself.
“J…just back up for a sec,” he stammered while he gradually backed up to the cell.
Talon obliged, pulling back and leaving just the very end of his dick protruding from the meal slot. “Want me to do the work ~ eh?”
“N…no,” Star croaked, lying through his teeth.
Pressing his tush to the cold metal bars, he peeked over his shoulder and braced himself. There was still time to turn back, to change his mind and forget all of this had happened, but that changed the instant he felt it - Talon’s cock-head kiss his entrance. After furtively sating his desires and rutting himself with a sex-toy, he was finally - finally going to get fucked in the ass.
“Deep breath,” Talon giggled.
Star’s steady inhale turned into a sharp gasp when Talon plunged into him. His eyes fluttered, his knees buckled, and a marish whimper escaped him as his pucker winked and quivered around the thick slab of changeling meat. Holding firm and steadying himself, he hung his head.
Once he’d buried as much of his length as he could, stymied to a small degree by his confines, Talon started to fuck - not tenderly thrust or gently make love, but fuck. Star mewled and groaned, taken aback by the wondrous sensations accosting him. While it was a bit awkward and far from ideal, the mismatched pair were unhindered by the unyielding iron between them.
Talon growled while slamming his hips against the bars. “Gonna - Nnnph - make me do all the work?”
Attempting to reply, Star only managed to squeak out an unintelligible, slatternly groan of bliss. Talon’s command was absolute and compelled him to move. Though his legs quaked and he could barely form a coherent thought, he threw his weight back in tune with the changeling’s plunges.
As impossible as it may have sounded, taking a more active roll magnified his pleasure by an order of magnitude. This wasn’t what any self-respecting stallion would do, wantonly milking some changeling criminal’s dick, although the taboo, utterly debauched nature of his actions filled him with glee. Lowering his head and looking down his chest, he watched as his comparably minuscule stallionhood slung pre-cum to the floor beneath him.
He was close, sensing the telltale signs of a climax growing nearer and nearer, and yet he abstained from touching himself. If he was going to be rutted like some needy slut of a mare, that’s precisely how he was going to cum. Lost to a welling tide of bliss, with his breath hitching in his throat, he was flung over the edge when Talon grabbed and roughly pulled on his tail.
His shrill, marish wail filled the air while ropes of spunk sailed from his jerking, untouched cock. He’d tried to give himself an anal-only climax for years, rutting himself in all manner of positions before, but it wasn’t until he’d had a real stallionhood filling him, beating against his p-spot warming him from the inside out, that he was able to accomplish it. As his forelegs collapsed and his chest fell to the ground, he somehow managed to keep his backside pressed firmly to the meal slot.
Talon was a machine, gifted in both endowment and carnal prowess, but even he had his limitations. After what felt like a blissful eternity, pushing Star to the brink of a second orgasm, he snarled and sheathed every inch of his length into the deputy’s battered, spasming pucker. The pair crossed the threshold together, sharing a moment of rapture that defied their differences, and gradually fell still.
Heaving air into his chest, Star shakily pushed himself up. Yeah, there was no doubt about it, he was going to be trotting funny for a day or so, but it had been worth it - holy cow, had it ever been worth it. As he eased himself off the drone’s softening length, whining as the flared cock-head popped out of him, the realization of what he’d done hit him like a sack of bricks.
“I’m…I’m gonna go get a mop,” he muttered before stumbling toward the office.
“Hey, sweetness,” Talon called out, causing the deputy to stop in his tracks. Waiting for Star to glance back at him, he smirked and playfully waggled his hips. “Gonna clean me up too?”
Star stood mute for a moment, eyed Talon’s cum-slathered length, then stumbled away. He wasn’t upset with the drone - quite the contrary, he was thrilled. It was anypony’s guess as to how long they’d keep the changeling in their tiny jail, being stuck waiting on word from the Princesses on what to do with him, but he was sure of one thing - until they got orders from Celestia and Luna, he was going to make sure their guest was treated very well…
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