Hypnovember 2024 - Oops! All Boys!by YalbachChaptersDay 1 - Corruption (King Sombra/Shining Armor)Day 4 - Clothing/Uniform (Sandbar)Day 26 - Eyes (Discord)Day 2 - Objectification (Flim, Flam, and Blueblood)Day 3 - Slime/Goo (Spike/King Thorax)Day 5 - One for All (Prince Artemis)Day 6 - Defeat (Lightning Dust/Spitfire)Day 7 - Power Reversal (Prince Blueblood/Big Macintosh)Day 8 - On Display (Spike/Elusive)Day 9 - Sci-Fi/Machines (Sprout/Hitch)Day 10 - Center of Attention (King Sombra)Day 11 - Trigger (Spike/Rumble)Day 12 - Drug/Chemical (Butterscotch/Discord)Day 13 - Sluttification (Sunburst)Day 14 - Resistance (Flash Sentry/Changeling)Day 15 - Matter Over Mind (Zecoro/Big Macintosh)Day 16 - Old vs Young (Sunburst/Gallus)Day 17 - All for One (Thunderlane/Sunburst/Big Macintosh/Shining Armor)Day 18 - Mark of Ownership (Asher/Garble)Day 19 - Possession (Stygian/Rockhoof)Day 20 - Virus (Hitch Trailblazer)Day 21 - Unaware (Gallus/Sunburst ft. Student 6)Day 22 - Alter Ego (Thunderlane)Day 23 - Long Distance (Prince Solaris)Day 24 - Betrayal (Shining Armor/Others)Day 25 - Magic/Sorcery (Dusk Shine/Rainbow Blitz)Day 27 - Musk/Scent (Zephyr Breeze)Day 28 - Sex Toy (Prince Blueblood)Day 29 - Master/Pet (Rainbow Blitz/Lightning Dust)Day 30 - Public Humiliation (The Great and Powerful Preston/Star Tracker)Day 1 - Corruption (King Sombra/Shining Armor)Author's Note Contains: Bad End, Submission, Slavery, Hints of Feminization, and probably more Day 1 - Corruption (King Sombra/Shining Armor) “Yes, My King.” The words fell from Shining Armor’s lips on instinct as he kneeled obediently before his master, King Sombra. “Of course, My King.” “Thank you, My King.” “Only for you, My King.” Every time these words were uttered, they sent a surge of pleasure through the formerly masculine, formally dominant stallion, stealing his resolve and draining any thoughts of disobedience or dissent. These forbidden thoughts flowed down his newly feminine body with every surge of pleasure that wracked it, surging into the only masculine thing His King had let him keep. His lengthy member bobbed in front of him, drooling precum as it escaped the admittedly ineffectual loincloth that he wore, the only clothing His King had gifted him since his fall from grace. Dainty hands twitched, edging ever closer to touching his remaining stallionhood and brimming, aching balls. But he looked up at King Sombra, silent but with eyes pleading for pleasure. And King Sombra smirked down at this pathetic display, a wry and malicious smile playing upon his lips as he waved a hand dismissively. His other hand remained firmly between his legs, slowly stroking a far more impressive member barely contained within his pants. “Go right ahead, slave.” The King growled, his voice deep and commanding and sending yet another burst of pleasure rolling down Shining’s spine. Wrapping feminine hands around his shaft, he couldn’t help but recall the feeling of Cadance’s soft hands doing the same thing what felt like a millennia ago. But the recollection was brief and fleeting, barely a wisp at it was instead replaced by thoughts of the pitch black unicorn stud in front of him. Of his touch etching black markings into his skin, his deep voice drowning out any thoughts to conflict what he said, of his sheer presence overwhelming any rational part of Shining Armor’s brain until nothing was left but what he was now. A submissive slave lost to pleasure, kneeling before his all-knowing, all-consuming King. The realization of what he’d become overtook him like a wave, the small stallion crying out as a bolt of pleasure jolted down his spine. His breath hitched in his throat, hips quivering as his hands slid down to the base of his shaft for what he hoped was the final time. But Sombra’s laughter drew Shining’s attention away from his peaking pleasure. “Oh no no,” Sombra said as he shook his head, clicking his tongue teasingly, “Little slaves don’t get to cum. Hands off that pathetic cock of yours.” Although it betrayed every breeding instinct in his brain, Shining’s shaking hands pulled away to instead stroke at his thighs with need. His hips still humped and bucked into the air, hoping to find purchase on something, anything, that would push him over the edge to an orgasm his entire body craved. But there was no such luck. Not even as his tear filled eyes looked pleadingly up at a Sombra who smirked down at him. “Such a good slave.” Sombra again growled. While the praise did spark another jolt of pleasure through Shining, the slut’s needy and pent up shaft throbbing painfully into the air, it still wasn’t nearly enough to set the poor slave off. Day 4 - Clothing/Uniform (Sandbar)Author's Note Contains: A dumbed down Sandbar, a more aggressively sexual Hooters, public indecency, an HR nightmare, and a different kind of precum covered tip. Day 4 - Clothing/Uniform (Sandbar) Sandbar couldn’t help but smile at his customers, bringing his arms up for a double bicep flex for their viewing pleasure. Quite literally, he couldn’t help it. It bore down on him like an instinct that came as naturally as breathing. ‘The customer’s pleasure is your pleasure~’ ‘You love to show off~’ ‘StudBoys don’t think, we flex and serve~’ As his customers, a trio of originally brash but now blushing stallions, slid cash into his bulging, skimpy orange speedo, Sandbar giggled dumbly as thanks and thrusted his hips towards the most embarrassed looking one. He turned to walk away, and as he did so he felt his fat bubble butt get groped and spanked. Without hesitation or thinking, which wasn’t hard for the dumb stud he’d become, he dropped his speedo and flashed his bare cheeks to the needy studs. In front of him, his half-hard cock flopped free and lazily drooled precum onto the floor below. It may have drenched his forgotten tip money, but he knew none of that mattered in the face of his customers’ pleasure. “You guys like what ya see?” Sandbar giggled as he sat back onto their table, shoving aside their food and drink with his large, perky behind. “If ya want, I could totally, like, take a break and show ya what this ass could really do~” Though they may have bashfully turned him down, the strained and leaky tents in their pants was enough for Sandbar to know he was sure to get one heck of a tip before they left. And maybe a phone number or two~ Hopping off the table, Sandbar took delight in waggling his ass as he walked away, forgetting his bottom wear entirely. It was fine, one of the stallions scooped it up and stowed it away for another day. All in a day’s work for a StudBoy like Sandbar, still repping the company’s logo on a shirt that strained across his sizable, sweaty pecs and erect nipples. He couldn’t remember why he’d applied for this job in the first place, perhaps it was on a dare or he was saving up for something, but as he got distracted by his bulging muscles while passing a mirror he only knew one thing. He loved his job. And maybe Gallus would love it too~ Day 26 - Eyes (Discord)Author's Note Contains: Self-hypnosis, gooning, growth, and mirror worship. Day 26 - Eyes (Discord) Discord knew to be careful around mirrors. Reflective little bastards, even his lovely chaos had a habit of bouncing off of them and landing back on the poor Draconequus himself. Which, when it made something as hilarious as bunny ears sprout out of his head, he was perfectly fine with! Even he couldn’t resist a bit of self-serving chaos when it suited the mood. And, he had to be honest, he looked quite attractive in one. But, when it was something as simple as a quick glance into the colorful spirals of his hypnotic eyes, surely meant to be turned on Butterscotch when he finally came home from the store, it was far different. Discord didn’t know how long he’d been standing there, be it seconds, minutes, or hours. Slack jaw, mouth hanging agape and drooling as he stared unblinkingly into his own distractingly spirally eyes. It felt so good to stare into them. So good that at some point his knotted equine shaft had swollen up between his legs, throbbing with need with every heartbeat. It pulsed and ached with pleasure each time, pressing him to keep staring into the spirals of his eyes. And as he continued to stare at the spirals, his body was filled with pulsing, aching pleasure. At some point, his hands found their way to his aching sex, his paw stroking up and down the shaft while his claw fondled and stretched his full, heavy balls. Each tug and stroke was slow, achingly so, and only for the benefit of furthering his pleasure rather than pressing him towards an orgasm. No, in this moment Discord wanted nothing more than to stand there, staring into his eyes and pleasuring himself. Occasionally his eyes flicked down to the shaft within his grasp and instinct took over, snapping his claw to make his shaft larger, more sensitive, or leakier. So much so that eventually the horny draconequus was forced to his knees in front of the mirror, weighed down by a mighty package that arched into the air above him as it now begged him to stroke it. And so he did, using both claw and paw to masturbate a shaft that could put an alicorn to shame. It was no surprise then that Butterscotch found Discord like this hours later, a large puddle of precum pooling under him as he mindlessly stroked. The draconequus didn’t even look up from his self-pleasure as Butterscotch walked up behind him, uncapping a small, fragrant glass bottle that he quickly held to Discord’s nostrils. With one whiff, Discord’s slow river of precum quickly became a fountain as it sprayed against the mirror. And as Butterscotch continued to hold the bottle to Discord’s snout, his other dainty hand joined Discord’s to help him stroke. Day 2 - Objectification (Flim, Flam, and Blueblood)Author's Note Contains: Objectification (obviously), treating a stallion like furniture, Blueblood getting what he deserves, it/its pronouns, feet, and a very leaky faucet... the faucet is Blueblood's penis. Day 2 - Objectification (Flim, Flam, and Blueblood) Flim Skim quite enjoyed his new footrest. It was an expensive, exquisite piece that he’d been more than happy to break in for his and his brother’s many uses. Perhaps a bit too rich, but Flim knew well that they could fix that and more. It would only take a bit of effort. Sanding down the rough edges was their favorite part, after all. A tastefully pristine, unstained white, the solid fluffy surface of the footrest had just the right amount of give as he pressed his bare feet deeper against it, wiggling his toes with a smug smile. “O-ough~” Ah yes, and there was one of those rough edges now. Smug smile turning malicious, Flim glared down at his footrest and clicked his tongue. “Now now, good footrests are silent.” Flim said with a shake of his head, reaching a hand down to tug the furniture’s black tail. “And your stature is sagging. Fix it.” The footrest formerly known as ‘Blueblood’ stiffened in more ways than one, biting back a moan as it corrected its posture under Flim’s tortuous soles with a smile. One would think it the perfect footstool after the correction, the only reminder of its former Equinity being the steady drip of precum from its member onto the ground. But Flim would make it clean the mess when he felt the furniture needed even more humiliation. Another stallion entered the room, Flam, which made Footstool’s formerly dominant shaft surge at the prospect of being dominated by two stallions now. And gave it a much bigger mess to clean in the near future. “And how goes our new ‘business venture,’ brother of mine?” Flam smirked, mustache bristling as he fought back a laugh at the royal, princely stallion stripped of title and turned furnishing. “Perhaps it will be much more pliable to our offer now?” Flim grinned, but stretched out lazily. He crossed his legs, relaxing them onto Footrest and putting his hands smugly behind his head. However, Footrest could feel as he pressed the heels of his large feet deep against it, making it’s sturdy back nearly buckle. “Ah, perhaps. But don’t you think it could use a bit more training?” Flam said casually, lecherous grins pulling across both his and his brother’s faces. “Hmmm, mayhaps it could introduce us to a few more pieces first.” “Oh, I feel a few more would certainly tie this room together quite well. A table, perhaps?” Flam suggested. “And a footrest of my own, I pray. We can’t let you have all the fun, after all.” “Maybe that Fancy Pants and his lovely husband would be the perfect matching set.” Flim agreed, stroking his chin thoughtfully. As both stallions laughed, Footrest felt its heart flutter and the member between its legs surge yet again. Day 3 - Slime/Goo (Spike/King Thorax)Author's Note Contains: Goo, goop, muscle growth, an oversexed dragon, and a probably bad influence of a Changeling Day 3 - Slime/Goo (Spike/King Thorax) Spike awoke encased in a viscous green liquid. Panic struck him almost immediately, the poor dragon struggling to wiggle free despite his confinement. The thick liquid surrounding him barely allowed him to move at all, and whatever was holding both it and him was barely wide enough to allow him to spread his arms slightly. And although he was mostly sure he was vertical, his clawed feet couldn’t make purchase on whatever ground may be beneath him. Spike’s breathing hitched as claustrophobia set in, primal fear of suffocating in this goo gripping him as he feared his time might be more limited than he’d hoped. It took him another few moments of panic to realize he was breathing despite the thick liquid surrounding him. He drew in a deep breath, chest swelling and expanding with blessed and desperately needed oxygen, Spike felt himself begin to relax a bit. He’d been kidnapped before, so this wasn’t anything especially new. And all he’d have to do is wait it out. Thankfully without the panic his bonds weren’t… too terrible. The air coming from the goo was a bit stagnant, but had a sweet scent to it that Spike found strange, yet… enticing. And it was warm. A nice, relaxing heat wrapping around him, radiating through his lean musculature and thankfully giving him something to focus on despite his entrapment. And as he focused on how nice the warmth truly felt, the goo contracted and a jolt of pure pleasure rushed down Spike’s spine. His hips bucked forward and mouth opened into a moan silenced by the rush of goo flooding inside. The taste was delicious, and Spike began to instinctively swallow the thick, tasty liquid down gulp by gulp. With each swallow, another wave of pleasure rolled through him and threw his thoughts further and further off track. Any time he tried to form a coherent thought and try to stop swallowing, another throb of pleasure fried it and replaced it with burning white-hot lust. But that wasn’t the only thing hot and burning, an intense heat brewing deep in the dragon’s slightly distended belly. It slowly trickled out into his muscles and, with every pleasure-fueled flex and throb of them, they swelled larger and larger on the increasingly studly dragon. Time lost all meaning in the face of this brain-numbing, body-swelling pleasure. Seconds, minutes, hours, and maybe even days bled together as Spike’s whole body throbbed and vibrated with pure feeling. But all at once, it ended. The wall in front of him peeled open, both goo and Spike flowing out onto the floor in front of a very pleased Changeling King. “Oh, there’s my favorite ‘little’ dragon~” Thorax crooned, kneeling down to stroke Spike’s head. Spike placed a large mit of a claw on Thorax’s shoulder, using him to stand up… And up. And up. Looming over Thorax even as he hunched over, the muscular beast that was Spike stared down at him with eyes glazed over with lust. “Spike… want…” Spike growled. Spike’s eyes followed Thorax as he too stood, drawing close to the massive dragon and bringing both hands to his hugely swollen pecs. Deft fingers stroked against and tugged at large, hugely erect nipples. Spike growled louder, grabbing Thorax by the hips and drawing him in close, flashing a very toothy predatory grin. Day 5 - One for All (Prince Artemis)Author's Note Contains: Dreamwalking, a prince in several compromising positions, and several needy anonymous stallions Day 5 - One for All (Prince Artemis) Traversing through the dreamscape was Prince Artemis’ favorite way to spend his nights. Flowing from dream to dream, making adjustments to ensure his subjects were having the best dreams they could, was the most fulfilling time he could spend. It may have been a thankless job, but it was one he did with ease and without distraction. Er, with little distraction. You see, whenever Artemis traversed the dreamscape he felt a certain pull on his attention. One, or very usually dozens, of pulls to his attention. Several of his subjects all dreaming one specific dream. All dreaming of Prince Artemis. While not normally one to ignore a request from his adoring audience, he knew that if his focus slipped towards one of them- He was on his knees, his own smaller hands groping and playing at his body while a large cock slid deep in and out of his mouth. As the dreamer pumped his shaft down Artemis’ throat, the prince found himself meeting the thrusts in kind. His head moved on the dreamer’s command, fucking his own throat on every inch of the impressive stallionhood, He couldn’t help but moan out at the sensation, unable to tell if it was the dreamer’s will or his own. It was enough to make him lose his focus, finding himself instead standing tall above a submissive stallion, hips hammering away at his bubbly behind as he used a shaft much larger than the one he had in the waking world to break the dreamer. He held a leash in his hand, roughly tugging it at the dreamer’s desire. He could do nothing else but fulfill the dreamer’s want and will even as he found himself stripping in front of an audience of stallions, twirling around a pole with deft precision and paying attention to the specific stallion that had drawn him there. Leaning in close, Artemis bounced on his master’s cock, moaning out lewdly as he leaked precum all over his cute maid uniform. Or perhaps he was a student, his diminutive shaft locked in chastity at his teacher’s request. Or a muscular gym rat, flexing and showing himself off for his dreamer’s lusty gaze. Or even an image in a magazine, frozen in position as his dreamer masturbated mindlessly over him with fervent desire. So many roles, so many conflicting desires of his needy audience that swept over him like a raging river. Uncontrollably fulfilling each and every fantasy his dreamers had featuring him, pure pleasure blurring the gaps between each dream until they all blended together in a cacophony of desires. The only constant that remained was the fact that no matter how much pleasure wracked his brain… He would only be able to cum come morning. Day 6 - Defeat (Lightning Dust/Spitfire)Author's Note Contains: Bad end, the end of the Wonderbolts, null bulges, humiliation, and light stepping Day 6 - Defeat (Lightning Dust/Spitfire) “Y’know? This is a good look on you, Cap’n! I bet you’re happy you lost that race!” Lightning Dust’s voice crooned as he smirked down at Spitfire, lifting the kneeling stallion’s chin with a finger. Spitfire wasn’t kneeling at his own fruition, forced into the position by the latex suit he was forced into wearing. A flight suit similar to one he wore as a Wonderbolt, but black and green to befit the victorious stallion standing before him. His new Washouts uniform pulled tight against his body, tighter than his former loser Wonderbolts suit, and the material was far warmer and thicker. As thick as it was, there was no part thicker than between his legs. A heavy bulge sprung from the formerly proud captain’s crotch, twitching and throbbing as it demanded and begged for attention. Despite this, no matter how much his poor hands ground against it, he could feel nothing but more than a bit of pressure against it. “Ah-ah! No touching!” Lightning Dust smiled maliciously as he grabbed both of Spitfire’s hands and raised them above his head. “Now, what do you say to Master?” “G…” Spitfire sputtered, trying to force himself to bite back the words before they flowed right out of his mouth. “Good Wondersluts obey Master Lightning Dust!” The very words made Spitfire whimper, bucking his hips upwards ineffectually into his hands. To this, Lightning Dust couldn’t help but laugh out proudly. In the midst of his laughter, he lifted a heavy boot, pressing it hard into the submissive stallion’s null bulge and making him moan out in pleasure. “Gooooood Slutfire~” Lightning Dust snickered, lifting his boot higher and roughly forcing Spitfire onto the ground with a press to his chest. “Again!” “Good Wondersluts obey Master Lightning Dust!” “Again!” “Good Wondersluts obey Master Lightning Dust!” “Such a good little loser. Already learned your place.” Lightning Dust smiled, again pressing his boot hard into the bulge beneath him. “Maybe, if you’re good enough, I’ll let you show little Soarin’ how it’s done~” Day 7 - Power Reversal (Prince Blueblood/Big Macintosh)Author's Note Contains: Just a simple stallion turning the tables on a rich unicorn Day 7 - Power Reversal (Prince Blueblood/Big Macintosh) “And as you watch this little trick, I’m sure you’ll become a bit more… agreeable to my terms.” Blueblood dangled a golden pocket watch above the table between himself and Big Mac, allowing it to sway back and forth in his magic as he lifted it to the earth pony’s face. Big Macintosh’s green eyes naturally followed the movement of the watch, to which Blueblood smirked at the lesser pony’s immediate lack of resistance. He would have laughed if it wouldn’t have thrown the entire mood off. So, he just settled for letting the watch sway in between their gazes as he readied his greatest weapon. “You see, it’s easy to be agreeable when watching a watch like this drift back and forth before your eyes.” Blueblood’s sonorous voice crooned, drawing out each word commandingly as his will pressed against Big Mac’s own. “And a voice like mine? You can’t help but… obey, correct? Nod that dumb little head of yours if you agree.” Blueblood nodded, a motion that Big Macintosh mirrored soon after. Blueblood’s focus was on keeping the golden watch swaying back and forth, so he couldn’t see the look on the dense stallion’s face. But he was sure it looked positively delectable. “Good, good. Now that you’re dropping so deeply into delicious obedience, perhaps we can get this mess sorted.” Eyes never leaving the pocket watch’s sway, Blueblood slid a paper across the table. “You will sign this contract. And then you can kiss my feet in apology for being so very difficult.” “Nope.” Blueblood blinked, the sway of the pocket watch faltering momentarily as the sheer simplicity of the denial caught him off guard. He was so thrown off, both by the word and by getting the sway back on tempo, that it allowed Big Macintosh a moment to respond. And he laughed, a low and slow sound that was more charming than mocking. “You fancy folks all think y’all can come on down and try to pull one over on us simple folk.” The stallion’s voice was deep, low, and commanding as it entered Blueblood's ears. “But it ain’t too hard to see you’re losin’ focus. Too busy listening to yourself, you don’t even realize you’re dropping with a snap.” A finger snap punctuated Big Mac’s sentence, Blueblood’s head drooping as if dozing off in his chair. A spark of resistance still shone in his bright blue eyes despite this, though those same eyes still tracked the golden pocket watch he held aloft. “C-commoners like you should-” “Rich folks like you should just shut up.” Big Macintosh snapped again, temper briefly flaring. “None of y’all ever worked a damn day in your life, so how’s about we change that? How about you work like a ‘commoner’ on the farm and make some of your own money for once? Sound good?” “S-sounds horrible!” Blueblood whimpered, his voice small and weak. “You can’t just-” Big Macintosh snapped again. And the golden watch clattered to the table, scooped up in Big Mac’s large hand as he stowed it away in his pocket. “Now, you can get this back when you’ve earned it back. Until then?” A sly and malicious smirk grew across his face as he kicked off his boots. “Go on and kiss my feet. On account of you bein’ so ‘difficult’.” Day 8 - On Display (Spike/Elusive)Author's Note Contains: A dragon on display, public displays of lewdness, and a lot of teasing Day 8 - On Display (Spike/Elusive) “Oh, raise those arms for me, won’t you darling?” Spike followed Elusive's order without question or sound, raising lightly muscled arms and placing his hands behind his head. He didn't care that this displayed his mostly naked chest to the crowd before him, nor that Elusive's hands seemed to immediately begin playing at his perky, feminine chest. “As you all can see,” Elusive continued, thumbs raking heavily against the small diamond-shaped stickers barely covering Spike's nipples, “No amount of budging will make these tasteful pasties come off. Both sexy and useful, they come with a few far more… fun features.” A sly grin grew across Elusive’s face as his long horn lit up a brilliant blue that matched his eyes. His magic wrapped its way around Spike’s nipple coverings, tickling and warming the surely furiously erect nipples. And then the vibration started. A loud hum rang out through the room, paired by a poorly muffled moan from Spike as he fell to his knees. Arms still locked above his head, Spike was unable to cover himself up as he kneeled in front of the audience. The dual vibrations on his sensitive nipples sent pleasure raging through him and wracked his cute little body with twitches and shivers. But he was a good mannequin, and he needed to display Elusive’s wonderful talents to the audience. Despite the embarrassed blush across his face, and the needy and barely contained bucks of his hips, he remained in place for his Sir and his audience. “That seems useful~” “I could certainly use them myself.” “The pasties or the dragon?” Seeing the audience drinking it in brought a grin to Elusive’s face. He knelt down behind his little Spike and wrapped his arms around the dragon’s waist. One hand went to grope his sensitive, perky pec while the other dragged itself achingly slowly down Spike’s stomach before stroking at the bulge that had grown in his shorts. “A good way to give your lovely submissive a nice treat for being such a good boy~” Elusive said as he gave Spike’s cheek a kiss. “And you can see just how my lovely Spikey enjoys it right here!” Hooking a thumb in the waistband of Spike’s shorts, Elusive dragged them down so that the dragon’s large cock flopped free and twitched itself hard into the fresh air. Whimpering slightly, Spike still did nothing to hide himself or his aching erection. Hands on his head, all he had to be was something for Elusive’s audience to stare at, and their stares were all he desired. Day 9 - Sci-Fi/Machines (Sprout/Hitch)Author's Note Contains: Not a lot to be honest but I'm still gonna write a long sentence here to make people think this one is kinky or something... how's your day? are you eating well? I just had some Pringles. Day 9 - Sci-Fi/Machines (Sprout/Hitch) “So, you said this was supposed to… protect us from unicorns?” Although Sprout couldn’t see the lack of belief on Hitch’s face, he could certainly hear it in his voice. And, although Hitch couldn’t see the roll of Sprout’s eyes, the smaller red stallion made sure to make it clear with a loud scoff. “Uh, duh.” Sprout scoffed again, loudly, as he crossed his arms across his chest. “You just strap one of these bad boys on one of their heads, turn it on, and it makes them like, super totally obedient to you!” The ‘bad boy’ in question was a helmet that rested on Sprout’s head, covering his eyes with a thick screen. A veritable mess of metal and technology with dangerous looking wires wrapped haphazardly around it and plugged into odd ports around the room, it was clear this was a prototype far from its surely sleek final form. And yet, that didn’t stop Sprout from wearing it with a cocky smirk pointed where he assumed Hitch was standing. He had full faith in his mother’s tech, so he felt he had nothing to worry about. Hitch took a step forward, knocking on the sturdy metal helmet to a resounding sound that made Sprout jump. “Yeah sure. But how are we going to get it on them when they do show up? It’s not like they’re gonna put them on themselves.” Sprout waved a hand dismissively, his smirk only growing more cocky and punchable. “The helmet launcher is still in development. But we’re basically gonna shoot the helmets at the unicorns and they’re gonna lock on. Then when they try and take ‘em off,” Sprout placed his hands on the helmet to demonstrate, pulling on it ineffectually as if it were indeed locked on his head, “The safety feature is gonna trigger and-” A telltale click made both stallions freeze. The helmet began to whurr loudly and the screen visor blocking Sprout’s vision flickered to life. And then the light in the room dimmed as a jolt of electricity struck Sprout right between his eyes, unfocusing his eyes to stare directly at the spiral on the screen ahead of him. “Dumb ponies obey.” “You are submissive to Superior Earth Ponies.” “Allen, please add subliminal.” “Dumb, drooling, distracted dumbass.” As Sprout’s jaw went slack at the flashing words on the screen, a dumb moan escaping along with a strand of drool, Hitch could only shake his head. Maybe he could keep his friend like this for bit. At least until he’s learned his lesson. Day 10 - Center of Attention (King Sombra)Author's Note A guest theme from the list of Slippery Slope's Hypnovember event! Contains: a shadow king strutting his stuff, hypnotic dancing, and a the only gala I'd love to be at~ Day 10 - Center of Attention (King Sombra) A spotlight and thumping club beat drew all attention to the stage. No one at the Grand Galloping Gala had knew when the lights had begun to dim, but it ensured that every eye in the room was focused on the center platform and the alluring form of its single occupant: King Sombra. One hand gripping the metal pole that had risen from the ground out of nowhere, perhaps by the dark king’s own magic, Sombra looked over his audience with a cool, calculated smirk. The king wore very little, and what he did wear left little to the imagination. A dark red vest that accentuated his impressive musculature, drawing the eye downwards to his solid abs and deceptively feminine hips. A tight pair of leggings that shone a beautiful rainbow in the light, and certainly didn’t do anything to hide the hefty bulge in between his thick thighs. And it was clear from the obvious outline that underwear had never entered the equation. A murmur crept through the crowd, barely audible over the overwhelming thrum of the music worming its way into everyone’s ears and ensuring all eyes stayed on Sombra. But any objection was quickly hushed as Sombra began to move to the beat. His movements began slowly, sensually, with the stallion swaying his hips to the time of the music as he walked his way around the pole. He needed to ensure every stud present got a good view of his breathtaking form. He stopped in the view of one particular stallion, a small and mousey young thing who looked as if Sombra was the first stud to ever truly arouse him. A smirk lit Sombra’s face like the heavy blush lit the stallion’s, the tall, dark stallion turning to face the pole he’d been strutting around and flashing his prey with the sight of his large, muscular ass. And then Sombra dropped his hips down, both hands gripping the pole as he pressed his chest against it and arched his back lewdly. Already pulling his pants taut while standing, Sombra’s tantalizing bubble butt actively strained the shimmering fabric and threatened its integrity as he pressed it out towards the audience in general and the poor, horny stallion in particular. As Sombra looked back with a teasing, cocky smirk, the tell-tale bulge and wet spot in the stud’s pants let him know it was more than effective. As it was, Sombra was no longer a stallion but an object of desire. An object that they desired. One would think Sombra a changeling by the way he drank in the love and adoration of his attentive audience. It filled him, fueled him, and drove his own bulge to swelling in the tightness of his pants. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of the quickly tightening pants, to the drooling of several of the audience members, Sombra revealed the very hint of his arousal at being stared at and adored. And all he could think about was more. Day 11 - Trigger (Spike/Rumble)Author's Note A semi-sequel to Spike At Your Service, a story I've been trying to write a third chapter to for... four years! Contains: Public lewdness, Spike being humiliated (and loving it), a bit of foot play?, a bulgy dragon, and a restaurant surely about to get much hotter. It's fine, Ponyville is cool with it. Day 11 - Trigger (Spike/Rumble) “Aw, who’s my good dragon?” The resulting bolt of pleasure from Rumble’s words made Spike freeze in place, back arching in his chair and hips twitching as he let out a needy moan. His claws clamped over his mouth a moment later, blushing furiously as he realized what had just happened. Now, normally Spike would enjoy being treated like this by his master boyfriend, but… In the mostly crowded restaurant, many eyes staring at the poor overstimulated dragon, Spike couldn’t help but light up with a bright blush and shrink down in his seat. All the while, Rumble relaxed in his seat with a sly little smirk, casually sipping his drink as he ignored the prying eyes around. His focus was on Spike and Spike alone. Setting his drink down, Rumble’s grin grew as he leaned over the table towards his draconic lover. “Spikey, no need to be rude. Good dragons sit up proudly~” On command, Spike corrected his posture and sat up in his seat with his back straight and his claws politely folded in his lap. He held his head up high, a sense of pride trickling in and mixing with the intense embarrassment that was clear from his blush. Now the stares from the ponies around felt less horribly embarrassing and more… enticingly so. “Rumbleeeeee~” Spike whined, his voice dripping with lust as his claws braced a growing bulge in his nicest dress pants. “Come on! Ponies are staring!” “Let ‘em stare~” Rumble crooned, kicking off a sneaker under the table and lifting his leg to press his socked foot against Spike’s clothed bulge. “Good dragons love the attention after all~ Doesn’t it feel so good to be stared at, Spikey?” Rumble smirked as he felt the bulge immediately grow underfoot, swelling with blood and arousal at his command. And Spike immediately knew Rumble was right, his back arching in pleasure as the continued stares sparked a massive boost of lust through his body. With all of the blood going south to where it’d be more useful, his brain felt foggier as his body grew hot and sweaty. The poor dragon whimpered, claws moving to grip the seat as his hips instinctively pressed up against the foot between his legs. A devilish smirk still on his face, Rumble leaned in closer to Spike and narrowed his gaze. “Well, how would my good dragon like to show off… a bit more?” A now unbidden moan poured over Spike’s lips, unable to respond any other way than a needy nod. His body thrummed with pleasure, shaking as his claws began to stroke his thighs with strong desire. And it took everything in him to not bust in his underwear, right under the lustful eyes of a crowd of ponies enjoying a show. “You’re so cute like this, Spikey~” Rumble giggled, pressing his foot harder against Spike’s throbbing bulge for a moment before pulling it away. “Good dragons are proud of their sexy bodies and love to show off~” Day 12 - Drug/Chemical (Butterscotch/Discord)Author's Note Contains: Drug use, poppers, gooning, a sexually repressed Butterscotch getting freed, and a brewing addiction. Day 12 - Drug/Chemical (Butterscotch/Discord) Butterscotch was never one to snoop. It was a nasty little habit that he usually couldn’t abide by, the slim yellow pegasus figuring that he wouldn’t want anyone poking through his stuff. Though, they’d be hard pressed to find anything particularly scandalous from Butterscotch, as he was far more boring and vanilla than any stallion he knew. But, when Discord left his pocket dimension open while out causing mischief around town with Rainbow Blitz and Bubble Berry, the urge to snoop only seemed to grow more and more apparent. A niggling feeling quickly growing to a burning urge. Discord’s pocket dimension was currently sparse, just a bed for when he wasn’t in the mood to snake his way into Butterscotch’s own, a mirror to satiate his more narcissistic desires, a few books on friendship that Dusk Shine had gifted him, and the small nightstand that Discord used to hold said books. It wasn’t anything Butterscotch hadn’t seen before in his visits What did attract his attention, however, was the bottle that sat atop the nightstand. A tiny little glass bottle labeled ‘Dissy’s Special Stuff’, easily palmable even in Butterscotch’s dainty hands, but too opaque to see what was within. And leaning against it, in Discord’s trademark chicken scratch handwriting, read: “Sniff me~ <3” Butterscotch rolled his eyes. The note was cute, but this was clearly one of Discord’s pranks. Even while out having fun with his friends, he still found time to try and make Butterscotch’s life more… chaotic. And he had to admit, the mystery was pretty enticing. He picked up the bottle, confirming that its contents were liquid with a small shake. It was sealed with a safety twist-off cap, keeping both the liquid and the seemingly important scent from leaking out. Popping it open and bringing it to his nose, Butterscotch was taken aback by the first whiff of a heady chemical scent that made his eyes water and his nose scrunch. He wrenched the bottle away from his face, reeling from the overwhelming scent. But his brain grew a bit fuzzy as the effects of the smell finally hit it, Butterscotch breathing out a huff as the need for another huff quickly grew along with a heavy heat. He didn’t hesitate to lift the bottle right back to his nose again, taking in a deep breath while his free hand traced the outline of the bulge in his pants. The effects were almost immediate, the stallion’s brain fogging over even more than before as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. He began to pant needily as both the heat and his desire grew too much for him to handle. He needed to strip. He needed to stroke. He needed to huff. Night had long since fallen by the time Discord finally made his way home. Elated from a day that had gone far better than he’d planned, he wasted no time in approaching the door to his pocket dimension that he’d ‘accidentally’ left open for Butterscotch to find. Taking a peek inside, the draconequus was positively delighted with what he saw. Hunched in front of the mirror, legs spread wide and mouth agape as he took in every inch of his own body, a completely nude Butterscotch masturbated feverishly while letting out moans far lewder than Discord would ever expect from him. His feminine hand wrapped around his large cock, rapidly sliding up and down the precum slick rod as the usually reserved pegasus made a mess all over himself with it. His other hand gripped a small bottle of what Discord knew to be the most potent poppers his chaos could muster, occasionally bringing it up to his nose to huff and make sure his brain stayed as fried as it was. While Butterscotch stopped being able to smell anything but chemicals hours ago, Discord could certainly smell masculine stench that overpowered the room. His shy little Butterscotch had been sweating and stroking for so long that the scent of his musk had permeated the entirety of Discord’s pocket dimension. And Butterscotch showed no signs of slowing, turning to look at Discord with glassy eyes as drool leaked from his mouth. A large, dumb grin pulled across his face, leaning back to display his fat cock as his hips bucked up into his fist. As he watched Butterscotch fuck his own fist, lewdly enjoying being on display without any humiliation, or perhaps because of it, Discord felt his own shaft swelling up quickly. Perhaps he and Butterscotch could share a bottle… Day 13 - Sluttification (Sunburst)Author's Note Contains: Breeding slut Sunburst, aphrodisiacs gone wrong, and a stud in heat. Maybe two. Eventually. Day 13 - Sluttification (Sunburst) Sunburst’s body was burning up. It had been for a few days now, in fact. It wasn’t a fever like he’d suspected and tried to treat on the first day, bedrest and soup and all that. Instead, it was… “G-guh~” A feverish need to breed. Or to be bred. His body couldn’t quite decide, his hips humping heavily into the air of his bedroom, flopping his drooling cock around and getting precum everywhere, while his ass and quivering hole begged for something to be slid deep between his cheeks. And his fingers weren’t enough, nor was a fist, to quench the burning desire to be filled and fucked deep. Rolling over with a whimper, he couldn’t help but pose how his body desired. Namely, face-down, ass-up with his sizable ass swaying back and forth as an enticing advertisement. Below him, his throbbing and iron-hard shaft made a mess of the sheets underneath him, precum forming a puddle to join the several others that had practically ruined his bedding. A heavy, mind-numbing musk filled the air that ensured Sunburst’s brain stayed pent-up and horny if the overwhelming need to rut his brains out and heightened sensitivity from not cumming hadn’t already. All Sunburst wanted was to make a potion that kept him hard for longer while increasing his sensitivity, curves, and stamina just a touch. But a few too many scoops of Poison Joke for taste, as well as the use of a magically born dragon’s cum as opposed to a naturally born one’s, he got far more than he was bargaining for. Now his body couldn’t tell whether it wanted to be a breeding bull, driving all his thoughts into his fat and drooling cock, or a submissive cumslut who needed to be bred, making his ass and mouth feel empty without something shoved deep inside. Letting out another, heavier moan, Sunburst reached a hand back to spread his cheeks wide in hopes that, somehow, this would alleviate the heat that filled him. “Sunburst, are you home?” Shining Armor’s voice echoed through his house. And right into Sunburst’s cock and hole, every inch of him throbbing with need as a deep, masculine voice signaled that he was sure to get fucked soon. Although embarrassment of his predicament filled him, his hips swayed even harder as he used both hands now to spread his cheeks and reveal his aching, pre-lubed asshole as he pointed his rear towards the door. “Dear Solaris, what is that smell?” Shining asked, his voice growing ever closer to the bedroom to Sunburst’s delight. “Sunny, what are you-” The question stopped in Shining’s throat as he opened Sunburst’s bedroom door to see the unicorn in his compromising position. For a moment, Sunburst was worried that his attractive advertisement would be too much for the prince. But, as his nose detected a more overpoweringly masculine musk coming from behind him, he waggled his ass more with delight. Day 14 - Resistance (Flash Sentry/Changeling)Author's Note The base idea for today came from a comment left by Tounicoon. Though it may have ended up a lot more non-con than they might have liked. Contains: A lot of non-con! Forced oral, premature ejaculation, a very Fuckboy Flash Sentry, perhaps a bit of SPH, Changeling magic fuckery, body-swapping, and just a touch of growth. The physical kind, not any emotional kinds. Day 14 - Resistance (Flash Sentry/Changeling) The cell door rattled open loudly, drawing the attention of the sole prisoner within: A small, lithe, and very nude Changeling male. All he could do was look up, the restraints binding his hands behind his back joining with the ones that locked his feet to the ground and forced him to kneel before the stallion that entered. A tall, bulky stallion dressed in the standard guard uniform. Removing his helmet immediately, tossing it to the floor with a heavy clatter, it revealed his dark blue mane and smugly smirking orange face. A face that he brought down to meet the changeling’s as he kneeled with him. Despite his kneeling, he still loomed above the smaller stallion. A dominance that he enforced as he grabbed the changeling’s chin in one callused hand, bringing it up so the both were eye-to-eye. “Good morning, little Lucy.” Flash Sentry said as he stroked the changeling’s chin with a thumb. “You ready for another thick morning meal?” Luciferin didn’t speak, only breaking the hold Flash had on his chin and nodding his head back towards his restraints. Flash Sentry laughed as he stood, pulling out a ring of keys from his waistband and twirling them in his fingers. “Aw, of course I can free you, sweetheart! But you know how much I love seeing you like this. No matter how many times I see it.” Taking his time to walk behind the changeling, Flash admired the view of his plump behind and was unable to stop himself from copping a feel before undoing the chains binding him. Now free, the changeling slightly shifted to a more comfortable position, but remained kneeling with hands cupping his knees. Flash Sentry wasted no time in undressing, practically throwing his armor to the side and stepping out of his underclothes in a hurry. The only thing he took his time with was his underwear, walking closer to the changeling as he slid his briefs down to reveal a… rather unimpressive member. Even as it throbbed and swelled into the open air, it looked to be more of a mouthful than a throat swabber. But, as credit to Flash’s impressive ego, the smug look on his face would make you think he was packing fourteen inches, not four. A four he was happy to shove against Luciferin’s lips. “Go on, you know the drill.” Flash smirked, smearing the changeling’s lips with what little precum he leaked out in his arousal. With an internal sigh, the changeling opened his mouth to allow the small member within. It invaded roughly, Flash bucking his hips and pressing his musky crotch right up against the changeling’s nose. Luciferin put in only the slightest bit of effort, wrapping his lips around the shaft and allowing Flash to essentially fuck his face with what little he’d been given. For what it was worth, at least Flash’s intense lust bled into him, filling him a burning heat and energy. And at least it didn’t last long. Just a few minutes of a rough pounding into his mouth, and Luciferin already felt his mouth being filled with small, watery spurts of cum. Looking up, he could see the most unpleasant look of ecstasy on Flash’s face, his teeth bared and his eyes rolled back with a loud grunt. Falling back onto his ass and leaning back, Flash Sentry breathed out a joyous sigh of relief as he rested back against the cold floor of the cell. With his captor distracted, Luciferin slowly stood up from his kneeling position. His body may have ached and the taste in his mouth may have been awful, but he managed to build the energy of the lust that had been building within him to light his horn. Two green flames ignited, one surrounding Luciferin while the other surrounded Flash Sentry’s prone form. After a moment of erupting flame, Flash Sentry stood tall and stretched with a wide grin while Luciferin lay prone on the ground in post-orgasmic bliss. “Alright, little Lucy, it’s time to lock you back up.” Flash said with a cocky grin, hoisting the changeling up and placing him back into position in the center of the room. For his part, Luciferin struggled against the larger stallion’s grasp. Though, it quickly proved ineffective. “W-wait, what’s going on?” He asked, his voice weak and meager as his ankles were chained to the ground. “Why are you-” Flash shushed him with a finger, his other hand holding both of the changeling’s wrists behind his back. A quick click of shackles, and he made his way to the nude changeling’s front and kneeled down before him. Flash Sentry pressed his forehead against Luciferin’s own, and a spark of electricity jolted the changeling right between the eyes. Standing back up, Flash smirked maliciously. “Now, what was your name again?” “Luciferin!” The changeling shouted, though his eyes went wide seconds later. He shook his head, mouth agape as he continued to mutter his name for several moments before looking back up at Flash with worry. “What did you-” “And what is your job?” Luciferin pursed his lips, his mind buzzing with potent anxiety as he tried to steady his thoughts. ‘Royal Guard for Princess Celestia. Royal Guard for Princess Celestia. Please just say you’re a royal guard.’ “Breeding drone.” He said after a few moments. “For her majesty, Queen Chrysalis.” As the changeling fell silent, Flash Sentry gave him a gentle pat on the head. “Good Lucy~ I think I’ll give you a treat tomorrow. After all, it’s lucky number 40!” Flash Sentry laughed loudly as he roughly pushed the changeling’s head away while standing up. He slowly redressed himself, all the while making a point to look directly at the locked up Luciferin as he did so. Once fully dressed, he took his key ring and twirled it on a finger. “Now, don’t go anywhere!” Flash cackled as he exited the cell and locked the door behind him. Looking at the lone changeling held within, he gave his best smug smirk. “I think I’m gonna enjoy our little arrangement a lot more from this end, sweetheart. Especially if I…” Flash trailed off, instead bringing his arms up to flex. As he did so, his already decent musculature swelled within his uniform until he was straining it as he moved. And, bringing his hands down to cup his impressively lacking and mostly unnoticeable bulge, he let it swell until a meaty shaft snaked down one of his pant legs while a sizable bulge remained in the center. With a final wave, Flash began to walk away. “Sweet dreams, slut~ I’ll see you tomorrow!” Day 15 - Matter Over Mind (Zecoro/Big Macintosh)Author's Note This idea was provided by a friend. Contains: A very loose take on the idea, naked Zecoro, forced rhymes, dancing studs, and Big Mac losing his inhibitions as well as his clothes. Day 15 - Matter Over Mind (Zecoro/Big Macintosh) There was a drumming coming from the edge of Everfree Forest. It was a loud, rhythmic beat that easily wormed its way into the ears of its listener, and simple enough that they couldn’t help but hum, step, or simply move to its enforced tempo. Big Macintosh was one such stallion caught in its simple spell, bobbing his head to its beat as he traversed the edge of the forest in the middle of the night, intending on heading to Butterscotch’s cabin for… purely innocent reasons. He hadn’t even realized he’d been caught in its spell, edging ever closer to the noise as he walked. He still intended to make his way to the cute little pegasus stallion, but perhaps a detour was in order. Just to see who was setting that beautiful rhythm and get it out of his head. Following the sound in earnest, even entering the forest to do so, Big Mac quickly happened upon a small clearing surrounded by trees. In the center of the clearing, a small, warm fire lit up the darkness. And around it, a zebra stallion danced while tapping at a drum he held under his arm. Every now and then he threw a plant or powder attached to the drum into the fire, making it flash into new and distracting colors and emit a sweet smoke. But Big Mac’s eyes were mostly focused on his rhythmic movements, the swaying and shifting of his sweaty, mostly nude muscular form being more than enough to draw his attention. But what really enraptured every bit of the large farmer stallion’s attention was what little clothing the zebra was wearing. Zecoro’s leather loincloth flapped wildly as he danced, doing nothing to hide the impressive length of his flaccid member to anyone who wished to stare. And Big Macintosh certainly couldn’t help but do so, the continued rhythm in the air and the hypnotic movements that matched it only narrowing his focus. It took Zecoro a few more moments to realize that he had a visitor. Not missing a step in his dance, he gave a coy smirk to the blushing stallion. “Ah, dear Macintosh, has my ritual drawn you near?” The zebra’s deep voice resounded in the quiet clearing, a sweet and jovial tone that snaked its way into Big Macintosh’s ears. “Please, join me in my dance, there’s no need to fear.” Big Mac took a step forwards, but was quickly stopped as Zecoro shook his head. “Oh no, my handsome friend, I don’t mean to be rude.” His eyes narrowed as his smile grew lewdly. “But if you join me in this merriment, you must be completely nude. Abandon your clothes and display yourself for the night. Shed your inhibitions and display for all your might.” It wasn’t a question of whether Big Mac would strip for the zebra or not, his hands already reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it up over his head. Then unbuckling his belt, removing his jeans, kicking off his boots and his socks. With each article of clothing removed, Big Macintosh felt lighter and freer as the rhythmic drumming felt like it enveloped him. But, as he hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his underwear, he hesitated. Zecoro swayed close to Big Mac in response. “My friend, why do you slow? As you can probably see…” He used his free hand to lift his loincloth, revealing a quickly erecting member to the farmer stallion. “I am quite enjoying the show.” Big Mac’s hands slid his underwear down without further hesitation, revealing his own sizable shaft to an astonished Zecoro. Stepping out of the pile of clothing, pressing into the warm zebra stallion, he felt far freer than he’d ever done before. Work, stress, chores, and more felt locked away by the drumming that resounded in his head, driving his body to move in time with it in earnest now. Taking the large stud’s hand and pulling him towards the fire, Zecoro smirked with true desire and a throb between his legs. And, together, they danced through the night. Day 16 - Old vs Young (Sunburst/Gallus)Author's Note Contains: Role reversal, paws, a griffo in chastity, paws, and the author wondering if he's into... paws. Day 16 - Old vs Young (Sunburst/Gallus) Gallus smirked as he entered Sunburst’s office. His hips swayed as he approached his desk, flopping down into the seat across from him and kicking his paws up on the desk that separated them. Sunburst briefly looked up from the papers he was grading to glare at the cocky griffon, shaking his head before returning to his work. “Nice to see you, Gallus. You’re just out of office hours, so I take it this isn’t academic?” Gallus shrugged cooly, a smug smirk still plastered across his beak. “Nah, just wanted to visit my favorite Vice Headmare and show him something I found on my phone.” As if to prove something, he pulled a beat up old phone with a cracked screen out of his pocket, tossing it onto the table right next to his slowly flexing paws. Rolling his eyes, Sunburst let out a sigh as he set his pen aside to fully regard Gallus. In doing so, he lit his magic to remove the griffon’s paws from his antique wooden desk. “Will this take long? I still need to grade…” He looked down, scanning over the current paper: Sandbar’s treatise on the benefits of working as a StudTM with attached pre-filled application. And it wasn’t even accurate, as the himbo had got his sizes all wrong. There was no way he was only 10 inches. Pushing the paper away from himself, Sunburst clasped his hands in front of him while trying to hide his displeased expression, “I suppose that can wait. What was it you wanted to show me?” “Just a little video.” Gallus said casually, picking up his phone and tapping in his password with his sharp claws. “Sandbar loved it so much he watched it for hours, so I figured you might like it too.” “That lovable himbo loves everything, so we’ll see.” Sunburst grumbled, leaning across his desk with eyes on Gallus’ phone. “This better not be another cat video.” “Eh, something like that.” Gallus shrugged as he turned his phone around. Sunburst’s eyes were immediately assaulted by a bright blue and pink spiral that flashed in a way that drew attention while forcing the viewer to stare. Deep within, a rapidly changing text flashed by too fast to consciously read while lingering long enough for the subconscious to pick up. “You worship paws.” “Dumb unicorns drool for paws.” “Paw addict.” “Only hard for paws~” Seeing Sunburst lean in closer, Gallus grinned. “Like what you see?” “It’s cute. Definitely a good effort.” Sunburst leaned back in his seat with a smile, raising a hand. “But I think it’d be cuter if you drop for me, Gally.” With a resounding snap, Gallus’ phone dropped to the table before he could respond. His beak went slack and his eyes unfocused, though still tracked Sunburst as he stood from his seat. “You’ll just have to try a bit harder to catch me off guard. Although…” Despite himself, Sunburst looked under the table at Gallus’ slowly flexing paws, a bit fixated on them as he watched their gentle movements and wished he could see their beautiful pink pads. Shaking his head moments later, a bit of a laugh as he rubbed his eyes, he looked Gallus in his glazed blue eyes. “Gally, report!” Gallus shot up to his paws in an instant, bringing a claw up to salute Sunburst while the other gripped the strangely firm bulge in his shorts. “Gally is sixteen days uncummed, sir! Gally has been humping his pillow nightly like you’ve asked, sir!” “And do any of your friends know about your little… predicament?” Sunburst asked, walking around his desk to take a good look at Gallus. “Just Sandbar, sir!” Gallus admitted, then pursed his lips. “Gally hoped he’d help, but all he wants to do is tease Gally about it!” Sunburst cracked a smile at this, ideas percolating in the kinky unicorn’s mind of perhaps turning the newly dumbed himbo into a big, dommy jock instead. But, he returned his focus to Gallus. “Good Gally~ Now, let me inspect.” On command, Gallus quickly undid his belt and dropped his shorts. Surprising Sunburst, the griffon had neglected to wear any underwear underneath, instead letting the only thing covering his bits be the metal chastity cage Sunburst had forced him to wear. It was a simple metal device that wrapped his sheath up tight, only allowing the drooling red tip of his cock greet the air and make a mess of Gallus’ clothes. Kneeling down, Sunburst grabbed Gallus’ package in both of his hands. One traced along the metal of the cage keeping the poor griffon contained, while the other hefted his swollen, heavy balls. The first checked the magic holding the device together, while the other was only meant to tease and further torment. “Well, looks like it’ll hold for the rest of the month.” Sunburst sighed, groaning a bit as he stood from his kneeling position. “As for next month, I’m not sure what I’ll do with you. But for now, I think you deserve a punishment.” While Gallus was distracted by a jolt of pleasure at the prospect of punishment, Sunburst grabbed the griffon’s phone from the desk. He tapped against it for a few moments, struggling a bit at the technology, but shoved it in Gallus’ face after he decided he was finished. “Watch this for me ‘til I tell you to stop.” Sunburst decided, letting Gallus grab it in shaking claws before returning to his comfortable desk chair. “Be a good Gally and obey~” The spiral Gallus had made for Sunburst quickly battered against his already vulnerable mind, eagerly absorbing each and every bit of subliminal text that Sunburst had gifted him with. “Just worship your paws.” “Dumb griffons drool for their own paws.” “Paw addicted slut.” “Pent up and horny for my paws~” Day 17 - All for One (Thunderlane/Sunburst/Big Macintosh/Shining Armor)Author's Note Based on image 42817058 on FurAffinity. Contains: Growth, shrinking, size theft, attribute theft, knowledge of poker derived solely from Balatro, a lot of precum. Day 17 - All for One (Thunderlane/Sunburst/Big Macintosh/Shining Armor) Sunburst anxiously checked his cards for about the thousandth time that round. Though he may have been biting his lip with a nervous sweat on his face, it wasn’t as if his hand was that bad. He’d started the flop with a pair of sevens, and by the time the river came along he’d managed to pair his ace as well as adding another seven for good measure. A full house was nothing to sneeze at, but the cocky grin on Thunderlane’s face made him think otherwise. Normally the studious unicorn wouldn’t care much for games of chance or betting, but he’d been convinced by his friends to add a bit of magic to their game tonight. And now they were playing for more than just meaningless chips or the fun of stripping. And all trades were final. Staring across from him, Sunburst could see that Shining Armor’s mind was anywhere but on the game. Having bet his height early on in the game, Shining had to strain up in his chair just to continue seeing what was on the table. And what he’d won later on in the night didn’t come close to making up for it, just a portion of Thunderlane’s impressive libido fogging the poor stallion’s mind with lusty thoughts and images. His hands worked feverishly under the table, eyes glassy and mouth hung open in a needy pant. To his right, Big Macintosh was faring somewhat better. Conservatively betting what little he was willing to lose on hands he had no faith in, praying for Lady Luck to bless him with a solid win. After a series of dud hands, he’d raised as much as he could and placed his hope in a hand he’d been sure would win. However… A twinge of arousal ran through Sunburst, and everyone at the table could see it. A lucky straight flush had ‘blessed’ him in that same round, and now he had to deal with gaining what the stallions had bet. He could deal with the body hair from Shining, a strangely blue pelt of masculinity now covering his chest and stomach, and the foot size from Thunderlane was… interesting to say the least. But the size that Big Mac bet was far more than the now wide and bulky form he possessed. In front of him, flopping on the table lewdly and unable to stay less than mostly hard at any given moment, Sunburst’s impressive endowment drooled onto the table with each twitch and throb. Below, balls the size of oranges churned and swelled, each threatening to let loose a load of the most potent cum Sunburst had ever produced. Thankfully for Sunburst, Thunderlane cleared his throat. “Well, enough stalling. Show the table what you’ve all got. Though I bet Sunny’s already showing more than he wants.” Thunderlane stood tall above the table, easily two or three feet taller than Big Macintosh and certainly towering over the smaller Sunburst and absolute shortstack Shining Armor. Casually, he flexed the muscles he’d toned and trained as a member of the Wonderbolts, not even an inch out of place since the game had begun. He was so cocky about this that he’d gone all in on betting his impressive muscles, a decision that he’d egged the other three stallions on in making with their own disparate attributes. And now the stakes had never been higher. But, as Sunburst checked the contents of his hand once again, he was confident that he’d be wearing a sexy, hulking form home for a few days. Until he could dispel the magic and set each stallion right, of course. Though one hand still fiddled under the table, Shining was able to flip over his cards. “T-two pair. Nnnf~ 10s and aces.” Resting his head on the table, he arched his back and shoved his plump ass out as he quickly went back to pleasuring himself. Big Macintosh breathed out a soft sigh of relief, considering the lithe muscles of Thunderlane a half-decent trade for the muscles that’d stay on Sunburst. He flipped his cards over with a level of calm. “Full house. 7s and 10s.” Preemptively, he reached for the chips. But, Sunburst was quick to swat his hands away with magic. “Don’t you dare!” Sunburst squeaked, a bit panicked at nearly losing his bet that he direly wished to reclaim. He quickly flipped over his cards and pushed them in towards the center. “My full house beats yours. 7s and aces.”He looked anxiously towards the pile of chips cluttering the center of the table, pursing his lips. “Unless Thunderlane has a better hand than that, I suppose-” “Royal flush.” Thunderlane said simply, flipping over a Jack and King of Hearts with a wide smirk on his face. And he wasted no time in accepting his winnings, leaning over the table to scoop the pile of chips towards him. The second his hands touched the chips, a spark went through all four stallions. Immediately, Sunburst could feel his mind getting foggy, his thoughts growing muddled and less focused as his brain slowed to a crawl and the heavy throbbing and loud churning between his legs stole all the attention he had left. To his right, Big Macintosh grew smaller and frailer, the formerly studly farmer shrinking to a size he hadn’t been since he was a teen. So slim and lithe, he could easily pass as one of those twinks he’d always enjoyed pinning down and rutting. And, by the way his shrinking shaft throbbed to an adorably small erection from just the thought, he enjoyed the idea of being on the other end of it as well. And across from Sunburst, Shining Armor stood on his chair as he shrank down further, now even shorter than his little brother Spike. His short, chubby body shook as his smaller hands worked feverishly at his still comically large shaft, moaning and whining as his hips bucked wildly. Finally, volley after volley of Shining’s potent seed sprayed all over the table and the stallions present at it. Thunderlane just laughed, voice growing deeper as he absorbed Sunburst’s brains, Little Macintosh’s size, and Shining Armor’s height and sexual stamina. He grew hugely, flexing his biceps and flopping his swelling cock onto the table for all to see and drool over. He didn’t even need a mirror to see how much of a true stud he was. “Aaalright~” Thunderlane growled lewdly as he cockily looked over the three much smaller stallions. “Well, I guess I win. We’ll see about you guys getting your size back when we all play next week.” He laughed loudly at that, flexing again and drooling over his mountainous biceps and peaking pecs like the budding narcissist he was. “Uh, Thunder?” Macintosh interrupted, his light, meek voice just barely breaking Thunderlane from his lustful stupor. He scratched the back of his head bashfully, pointing over to Sunburst with a heavy blush on his face. “If Sunburst’s stuck like that ‘til ya give his brains back, how’s he supposed to turn us back?” Slowly taking his attention away from his massive musculature, Thunderlane turned to see that Sunburst had taken the initiative from the stallion across from him. Large hands blurred along his large, precum slick shaft as his tongue lolled out of his mouth and his eyes rolled up to the ceiling. The room quickly filled with the sounds of both his dumb grunting as well as the wet noise of his sloppy masturbation. “Oh shit.” Thunderlane blinked, his more powerful brain working faster than ever, but still struggling to come to a non-embarrassing conclusion. “I… I’ll figure something out.” Day 18 - Mark of Ownership (Asher/Garble)Author's Note Dragon Lord Asher is a genderswapped Dragon Lord Ember. Contains: dubious consent, marking, a womb tattoo, corruption, and a hands-free orgasm for lucky Garble. Day 18 - Mark of Ownership (Asher/Garble) The dragons around Garble kneeled, their eyes growing a bright pink to signal the arrival of the Dragon Lord. Of course, Garble was confused and concerned as he certainly wasn’t the one they were eager to worship. Spinning around, the red jock dragon found himself eye to eye with Dragon Lord Asher who blocked the cave’s entrance. Or, perhaps, eye to chest was a better description. The Dragon Lord stood a head taller than Garble, looming over the usually cocky dragon while brandishing the Bloodstone Scepter in one hand while the other rested on his hip. “Garble, where have you been?” Asher growled his question, a predatory grin on his face as he looked Garble up and down. “Your Lord has been looking for his favorite breeding bitch, and you know better than to disappear when I get… needy.” Although customs in the Dragonlands forbade any clothing in general, Garble had never felt more naked than he did when being ogled by Asher’s steely gaze. His claws moved to cover his slowly erecting sex while, unable to help himself, he stared down at his Dragon Lord’s own turgidly erect shaft. But with a flick of Asher’s wrist, the Bloodstone Scepter glowing in his powerful grasp, Garble felt his own claws pulling away from his crotch under the Dragon Lord’s control. With claws now behind his back against his will, groping his pert and plump behind for Asher’s amusement, there was nothing Garble could do to hide his swelling shaft. Asher licked his lips seductively, his long and thin tongue snaking its way out of his mouth as he imagined slathering it all over Garble’s helpless body. But he contained himself for now, only stepping forward to run a claw teasingly up Garble’s quivering shaft and dredging up the precum he had already begun to leak. Despite everything, the embarrassment and debasement of being treated like this in front of his Clan, the flush across Garble’s face made it clear that he wanted more. “You love this, don’t you?” Asher grinned, sharp fangs glinting in the light as he grabbed Garble’s chin to ensure he met Asher’s lusty gaze. “You love just being treated like a toy for your Dragon Lord to play with~” Garble could just barely bite back the moan that followed, his cock throbbing needily under Asher’s continued ministrations. But it was only enough to keep it ready and raring to go, not doing anything to bring him closer to an orgasm. It still made Garble whine as Asher took his hand back, the Dragon Lord now bracing both of them around the shaft of his Bloodstone Scepter. “I think all you need is a little reminder of your place among us. A bit of proof that you. Belong. To. Me.” The growl that Asher used to end the sentence resounded through the cave, drawing a moan out from the dragons that surrounded. But none moaned louder than Garble whose knees buckled until he was forced to a kneeling position before the Dragon Lord as well. Asher smirked at his slut’s sudden prostration, pressing a heavy foot against his chest to press him back supine against the ground. One foot on the chest of the submissive dragon, he pointed the tip of the Bloodstone Scepter at Garble’s crotch. Right above Garble’s pulsing cock, standing tall and straight above him like a powerful staff of his own. The gem at the head of the Bloodstone Scepter flared to life with magic that then pressed itself into the root of Garble’s crotch. Slowly, a pink aura etched itself into the sensitive scales of his crotch, drawing an intricate symbol of a heart with large, powerful wings flared out right above his cock. Just the pleasure of feeling such powerful magic marking him, drawing a symbol of Asher’s lust so teasingly slow on his body, got Garble’s hips bucking up wildly into the air. Without another touch, his shaft twitched heavily and began to fire spurt after spurt of thick, white cum high into the air only to splatter down and paint Garble’s face and chest. Asher growled with amusement as his spell finally finished marking the slutty, submissive dragon. He stepped back, satisfied in simply towering over Garble as he reeled in post-orgasmic bliss, his hips still weakly bucking at the air. “Now, are you finally ready to worship your Lord, Garble?” Asher asked with a lusty grin, one hand moving to grip his impressively thick shaft and slowly stroke it. “Come, service your Lord.” Garble’s crotch pulsed with pleasure at the order, forcing the dragon back to a kneeling position while his softening shaft grew back to throbbingly erect and demanding his attention. But his attention wouldn’t focus on that no matter how hard it ached. No, Garble found that all he could think about was that large, drooling shaft that His Lord teasingly stroked in front of his face. Day 19 - Possession (Stygian/Rockhoof)Author's Note Contains: Somnophilia, possession, a very well-endowed stallion, excessive sweat, excessive precum, musk, and just appreciating a very handsome Rockhoof. Day 19 - Possession (Stygian/Rockhoof) Stygian was a small, frail unicorn stallion. So small that he was often mistaken for either a young, sickly colt or an unfortunate looking mare. No matter what he tried, how much he worked with the Pillars of Equestria to help him look more muscular, more masculine, more something that would help the ponies around him take him seriously. Even for a little bit. Rockhoof was everything that Stygian wished he could be. Tall, massive, and extremely confident in his own masculinity. A veritable wall of muscle, the bulky Trottish stallion basically flaunted his studly size around their base camp, clearly appreciating the appreciative leering of Flash Magnus as well as Stygian’s own jealous stares. And it was size gained by magic, not hard work, as Stygian was quick insist whenever he felt the big lug was getting too big for his bulging britches. But two could play that game. Stygian was a budding spellcrafter himself, his skill rivaling even Starswirl the Bearded in his own opinion. As such, he had a plan to… borrow Rockhoof’s size. Just for a little bit. Stygian moved at night, sinking into the shadows to prevent the rest of The Pillars from witnessing him sneaking into Rockhoof’s tent. Thankfully, they were too preoccupied listening to Flash Magnus gloat about his exploits to notice any tiny shadows sneaking past. And so, Stygian made his way into Rockhoof’s tent to find… Well, another tent. Clearly Rockhoof was having a very nice dream if the large bulge in his bedding was anything to go by. One would think that he’d fallen asleep holding his shovel aloft by the way this bulge stood powerful, tall, and very stiff as it pointed towards the ceiling. Though, Stygian supposed that his shovel wouldn’t make such an impressively large wet spot at its peak. While quick to kneel before the bed of the stud, Stygian took his time to slowly peel the blanket off of Rockhoof. The stallion was known to be quite the heavy sleeper, but Stygian didn’t want to take any chances of him awakening to find a frail little unicorn doing unknown things to his sleeping self. The slow peel of the bedding did give Stygian time to ogle inspect the body he would soon inhabit. A heavy set of hairy pectorals, each capped off with large pink nipples that seemed to always be erect when he took his shirt off. A strong gut that may have jiggled when he walked or laughed boisterously, but almost certainly held strong muscles underneath. A dense forest of hair covering his crotch, far more than Stygian could grow on his whole body in fact. And, the part that drew Stygian’s envy most of all, a shaft that was longer and thicker than Stygian’s own arm. It throbbed powerfully into the open air, drooling a lazy river of precum down its impressive length while various veins snaked up it to keep it steely erect and flaring. Two heavy balls, each the size of one of Starswirl’s scrying orbs, churned and swelled while hanging low in their sac. And every inch of the stallion covered in a sheen of sweat, a manly musk filling the tent and driving Stygian’s head to a lusty spin. Stygian had to set his jaw after eyeing this impressive specimen lest he drool all over himself. Though, he continued to drool down below. But only a dribble compared to Rockhoof’s torrent. He could wait no longer. His focus dwindling due to the heady musky scent, he rushed to prepare the spell. Holding one hand over Rockhoof’s powerful core, Stygian lit his horn and began casting. “Do pardon the intrusion, dear friend.” Stygian muttered just before his horn flashed a bright blue through the entire tent. Rockhoof’s eyes shot open. Although his normally purple eyes quickly faded to the color of Stygian’s own bright blue eyes. Said eyes searched the tent as the stallion breathed in deep, powerful lungs filling with a musk that he could now call his own. A pulse of pure arousal made Stygian smile shyly, a strange expression when now on a stallion twice his size and thrice his usual confidence. He looked down at the body he now possessed and slowly flexed as he felt the power now filling him. But, nothing made him feel more powerful than the iron stiff rod he had throbbing between his large thighs. With every heartbeat came a powerful pulse of pleasure, and with every pulse of pleasure came a heart-racing swell of his arousal. Stygian groaned, his voice deep and booming as he couldn’t help but wrap his large hands around his shaft, moaning out openly at just the very touch. “By the Gods,” he moaned, his chipper accent sounding strange with Rockhoof’s lower, rougher voice, “H-how does the man handle this… this unrelenting beast?” As Stygian found his hands moving without his control, lust driving them to pleasure him without any regard for decency, the door to the tent flapped open as if to answer his question. “You say you’re going to bed early and miss my storytelling,” Flash Magnus began as he sauntered into the tent, sealing it shut behind him, “And yet I find you here, stroking yourself like a stallion possessed.” Stygian’s eyes widened, but his hands only stroked harder. “I-it’s not what it seems! If you must-” But his objections were stopped in his throat as he truly looked at Flash, seeing every inch of the stallion who had seemingly abandoned clothing outside of Rockhoof’s tent. Rippled, bulging muscles and a very erect spear greeted Stygian’s gaze, and he couldn’t find any reason to complain. Especially not as Flash Magnus sat on the bed beside him, one hand stroking his hairy chest while the other stroked teasingly along his flared head. “If you just told me, I’d have cut it short and found you sooner.” Flash crooned, dragging a finger along the precum laden shaft and bringing the liquid to his mouth. “You know I hate to see you pent up, big guy.” Day 20 - Virus (Hitch Trailblazer)Author's Note Contains: Livestream fails, gooning, orgasm denial, very poor streaming etiquette, and League of Legends being canon Day 20 - Virus (Hitch Trailblazer) “Alright, we’ve finally crossed the five hour mark. Which means it’s time for me to once again check our donations to help repair the old sheriff station.” Hitch Trailblazer paused the game he was playing, some rage-inducing platformer that Sprout had suggested for the event, and looked over at his other monitor to view the stream’s metrics. A handful of viewers, little chatting in the last hour, zero new subscribers or followers, and as for the donations… “”It looks like we’re still sitting at 20 bits.” Hitch said, a grimace pulling across his face as he confirmed the pitiful total. “And I think that’s the same 20 bits that Zipp donated to ‘get the ball rolling’.” BoutofSprout: dude your totally bombing here BoutofSprout: you should of let me play league for this insteda Hitch rolled his eyes at Sprout’s helpful commentary. “If you were playing, I doubt we’d even have the one donation.” He grumbled loudly, hands tightly gripping his controller as he considered whether to continue this farce. Maybe it wasn’t too late for a sexy calendar shoot after all. HunkMaster: If it helps, I have a surefire way of getting you viewers. “HunkMaster, welcome to the stream.” Hitch sighed, pursing his lips as he read over the new arrival’s offer. He then shrugged his shoulders as decision. “Honestly, I’ll take any help I can get. What do you suggest?” HunkMaster: All you’ve gotta do is click this link and you’ll start getting loads of viewers. BoutofSprout: DUDE DONT CLIKC THAT RE YOU STUOID But Sprout’s misspelled warnings came too late, Hitch almost immediately clicking on the tempting link with no inklings of cybersecurity. Not even taken aback as his browser opened and quickly downloaded a .exe file he was eager to open. Hitch’s computer froze for a moment as the program opened, closing out everything that wasn’t itself or the streaming software that now solely displayed Hitch’s camera feed. The sound of the game’s music in the background was replaced with a low, ear-filling hum while the game itself was replaced with a flashing, seizure-inducing strobe effect that stole Hitch’s attention. Hitch blinked rapidly to keep the strobes from affecting him, but soon his eyes were wide and his mouth hung open as the strobes numbed his brain and began to snake its way into his mind. As well, a snake of his own began to develop in Hitch's pants. Slowly, almost robotically, Hitch stood up from his seat while keeping his eyes locked on the screen. He took a step back, then another, not caring as he knocked over his gaming chair nor as his budding erection became very visible to all who were watching. He stood stock still for a moment, the only movement being the throbbing in his pants as his focus was locked entirely on the screen that flashed his thoughts away. But soon his expression changed, fading into a hopelessly lost, hopelessly horny flush as he breathed out a heavy moan. Reaching down with shaky hands, he practically ripped his jeans down as well as his underwear. The nefarious program made sure to switch the content rating of the stream to Adults-Only while Hitch’s trapped cock finally flopped free. His hands quickly took to assaulting it, stroking it up and down with an intense fury while he groaned out loudly and huffed out a needy, senseless babble towards his audience. And with every needy pump of his cock, his viewership grew. HunkMaster has donated 50 bits. HunkMaster: There we go! Show us what you’ve got, sheriff! Size10orUpPls:show feet please. Size10orUpPls has donated 30 bits. TwerkKing has donated 150 bits. BoutofSprout: DUDE SNAP OUT OF IT BoutofSprout: ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS BoutofSprout: This user has been banned for this message. TwerkKing: Lets see him from the back though~ As the donations rolled in and the viewers grew more and more into Hitch with every pump of the studly sheriff’s precum slick cock, all he could do was moan and babble loudly as he quickly slid closer and closer to an impending orgasm. His cock throbbed intensely, his heavy balls drawing up in their sac until… Hitch let go of his cock automatically, his hands lifting away to connect behind his head. The room filled with a heavy, sweaty musk as Hitch revealed his pits, driving his throbbing shaft to the very edge of orgasm. But it tapered off soon after, and his hands returned to fervent self-pleasure without another thought. Caught in a cycle of pleasure, denial, flexing, pleasure, flexing, denial, and more pleasure in front of a captive audience didn’t allow much room for thought anyhow. Especially not with the sound of donations chiming and thirsty viewers begging to see more. Day 21 - Unaware (Gallus/Sunburst ft. Student 6)Author's Note Contains: Unaware lewdness (duh), a barely featured all male Student 6, dildo riding, Gally fucked stupid, and playing with triggers. Day 21 - Unaware (Gallus/Sunburst ft. Student 6) Gallus wasn’t sure why his friends were laughing. It wasn’t like there was anything funny going on. Class was as boring as usual, Sunburst droning on about magic and friendship and whatever other mind-numbing lesson plan he’d cooked up that day. It was so boring, in fact, that Gallus had completely given up on taking notes, instead just bouncing on his seat as usual. And yet, with each loud and wet bounce his ass made, the laughter of his friends only grew. Greyriver and Tarsus at least tried to hide it, the hippogriff looking away as he snickered while the shy changeling tried his best to focus on whatever it was Sunburst was teaching at the front. Yon and Scorch were both openly laughing though, the yak’s boisterously deep chuckles bridging the dragon’s gruff cries of encouragement. Sandbar, however, openly groped his bulge while licking his lips, staring at Gallus with a lewd, leering grin. But that just confused Gallus further. He knew the cute himbo was hornier than he could manage on the best of days, but it wasn’t as if he was doing anything to stroke to. After all, all he was doing was bouncing on his favorite dildo. Gallus had to admit the size of it was probably impressive to them, having to custom order his dildos from a specialty brand focused on the biggest and girthiest. This particular hole stretcher was modeled after an anonymous earth pony stallion, but its rustic red color hardly left any guesses as to who it really was. Or maybe they were just distracted by the loud wet slurping that his well-lubed hole made as it slid up and down the shaft. He had to keep adding the thick, white lube to keep his hole nice and slick, but it wasn’t exactly his fault if he got a bit overzealous with it. There was nothing wrong with a nice, lubed hole after all. And that was all there was to it. Just Gallus doing his daily hole stretches to keep himself nice and loose. While he enjoyed the encouragement from Scorch, the open arousal from Sandbar seemed a bit much. It’d be like if Gallus started stroking openly to the sight of Sandbar doing some push-ups which… Well, maybe Gallus understood it a bit. But unlike the himbo, he’d at least wait until he wasn’t in public. “Gallus, are you paying attention?” Sunburst asked suddenly, snapping a ruler against the whiteboard to draw the distracted griffon’s attention back. “T-t-totally, dude!” Gallus squeaked, his answer coming out as a stutter due to the exertion. Sunburst scoffed at the idea of possibly not paying attention to one of his lessons, shaking his head in disbelief. “Gallus, wake up.” Pleasure rolled over Gallus like a runaway carriage, Every second of him fucking himself on that large, red dildo came over him at once, overwhelming the poor griffon into a mess of mewling moans. His naked body twitched and heat overtook him, his caged cock throbbing and surging as best it could while letting out a volley of thick precum to join the large puddle that had formed under him. And he just couldn’t stop. His hips bucked up and his ass slammed down almost automatically no matter how hard he tried to slow or stop it. His hole practically pulsed with pure pleasure that radiated throughout his whole body, and every time the flared head of the dildo scraped or battered against his prostate it dislodged yet another slutty moan from his throat. Gallus looked to his friends for assistance, but found that they were all still snickering, stroking, or some combination of both. Yon and Sandbar had completely abandoned the idea of bottomwear, while Tarsus attempted to be sneaky by shoving a dainty hand into his pants instead. They’d be no help at all and, if anything, only spurred Gallus’ embarrassed pleasure to new heights instead. “Gallus, ignore it.” Gallus yawned, looking out the window to see if anything interesting lay out there instead. Maybe after class ended, he and Greyriver would head out to the park and work out together. He could stretch his hole wide, hopefully even going a size up from the one he was currently on, while he watched Grey practice his flight routine. Or maybe they could swap tips, and Greyriver could- “Gallus, wake up.” pound his ass and fuck him ‘til he came through his cage then pass him around all of his friends and Master Sunburst letting each stud pump a load or two deep into his aching twitching throbbing needy asshole! Gallus felt so needy, and it took all of his self-control not to- “Gallus, ignore it.” fall asleep. He was so tired, so exhausted that he could barely focus on whatever it was Sunburst was saying to him. Even the laughter of his friends couldn’t keep him upright, resting his head on his desk as he still continued to bounce his round butt in his seat. It wasn’t like he was missing anything important, right? Day 22 - Alter Ego (Thunderlane)Author's Note Contains: weight gain, cursed flight suits, identity replacement, dorkification, and Thunderlane becoming a Wonderbolts Superfan Day 22 - Alter Ego (Thunderlane) Thunderlane had finally done it. The final nail in his coffin, dooming his chances of continuing as a Wonderbolt. An act of high treason, surely forcing Soarin’ and Spitfire to discharge him from service and bring dishonor to his family. He’d forgotten his flight suit. Now normally that’d be an embarrassing but forgivable anecdote that the older Wonderbolts would use to playfully bully him with. They had spare suits at the barracks and, while it was humiliating using a rarely washed suit that a number of other ponies had worn before him, it was better than flying in the nude. But he was nowhere near the barracks. No, he was at a Wonderbolts Fan Convention, of all things, and there was no chance of an official replacement suit for hundreds of miles around him. And he had to join the current Wonderbolts in just under an hour to host a Q&A. Which is why he currently prowled the vendor’s hall. Having walked the hall the day prior, before being swamped by fans asking for autographs of course, he saw that the Wonderbolts fan community had a strange, borderline obsessive fascination with recreating the suits he and his team wore through the years. From the very beginnings, through the odd designs that plagued his predecessors 20 years ago, through to the modern day. All for a price Thunderlane considered daylight robbery, but he didn’t have much of a choice. Thunderlane stopped in front of one particular stall in the back, nervously adjusting the mask and sunglasses combo he used to hide his identity. His strong, muscular physique, cocky attitude, and huge, well-preened gray wings surely couldn’t give him away if he hid his golden eyes and goofy grin whenever he saw a fan dressed like him. The stall in question had surprisingly high-quality replicas of several Wonderbolts uniforms and, reaching out to feel one of the modern ones, Thunderlane could hardly tell the difference in material. If he didn’t know better, he’d think they were stolen straight from the locker rooms. “Like what you see?” Thunderlane jumped back as the stall’s owner made himself known. A stout stallion short enough to disappear behind the merchandise as he sat, he stood with a grin that was almost too wide as he regarded Thunderlane. Brown, greasy slicked back hair and golden teeth that glistened brightly under the harsh light of the room, the stallion looked like he’d be better suited to selling off-brand knick-knacks or bootleg VHSes. But beggars couldn’t be choosers. Thunderlane’s hands found the modern Wonderbolts flight suit again, stroking its leather surface for support. “It’s… pretty great quality. Almost feels like the real thing.” The stall’s owner shrugged, his expression not belying any of his thoughts while his bright green eyes seemed to read Thunderlane’s with ease. “It’s quite the remarkable piece! Not many ponies today are selling the current style, nor are they interested in buying it. I take it you’re…” The stallion’s gaze narrowed as he looked Thunderlane up and down, eyes glinting with a mischievous aura. “A fan?” Thunderlane forced a laugh at that, adjusting his disguise yet again. “Hah, s-something like that! How much would this suit go for right now?” The stallion hummed, and Thunderlane wasn’t sure if it was because he was truly coming up with a price or because he just wanted to see the Wonderbolt squirm. “20 bits and it’s yours.” He finally decided, large, golden grin still splitting his face. Thunderlane blinked. 20 bits didn’t even cover the cleaning cost on one of his suits, much less the actual suit itself. Reaching for his bag of bits, he shot the stall’s owner a strange look. “Are you sure? Honestly, I was expecting to pay something like 500.” The stallion hummed again, and Thunderlane briefly kicked himself for talking himself out of such a good deal. There was no way this guy would sell for anything less now that he knew what it was worth. But the stallion just shrugged moments later. “I think 20 is fair. You seem like a stallion in need, after all.” He gave a strange laugh as he pulled the suit off of his table, folding it up neatly and depositing it in a bag to his side. “Now, it may seem a bit small for a man of your… impressive stature. But I assure you that one size truly does fit all.” Thunderlane nodded slowly as he handed over the bits in exchange for his temporary suit. He supposed it made sense. The material was stretchy enough, and he could probably just deal with the tightness for at least the length of one panel. Assuming he kept certain bits hidden behind the table, at least. Thunderlane bowed his head to the stallion running the stall. “T-thank you sir!” He said with a sigh of genuine relief. “I’ve got no idea what I’d do without this suit.” As Thunderlane dashed off to get changed, the stallion waved him off with the same grin as always. “No problem! Good luck at your panel!” Thunderlane grimaced. Of course he’d blown his cover, but he didn’t have the time to worry about that. He had to get changed. Thunderlane rushed up to his hotel room, ensuring the door shut behind him before entering the bathroom and getting ready to change into his temporary flight suit. Pulling it out of the bag it was stored in… it was way too small. Almost comically so as he held it up to himself in the mirror, his muscles and height overshadowing the slimmer, shorter model that the cosplay piece was surely meant for. In fact, the only bits of the costume that were larger than Thunderlane was a distended stomach, wide almost child-bearing hips, and a mildly overexaggerated crotch. Thunderlane couldn’t help but laugh as he tugged at the crotch of the suit. “Geeze, who in Tartarus was this suit made for?” But the laughter only lasted until the moment Thunderlane realized that he’d still have to put it on. And, begrudgingly, he began to strip down completely to get this all over with. The quicker it was on, the quicker he could get through the stupid panel. To the suit’s credit it certainly unzipped and wore like an official one, gliding up his body comfortably for the first portion. It began to get a little rough as he tried to pull it up his calves, eased up considerably around his crotch and waist, but by the time he got it to his chest he struggled to get it stretched across his wide chest and swollen traps. He was only barely able to slide his wings through their holes and zip the back closed. He couldn’t even figure out how he’d be getting the hood of the suit on, letting it flop in front of him for the time being. Looking into the mirror, the problem was clear to Thunderlane. He held his arms out away from his sides, fearing that lowering them would cause his muscles to ripple and shred the suit from the shoulders down. The same was true for his chest, the latex fabric of the suit pulled taut enough across it that the Wonderbolt wasn’t sure if even breathing would split it wide open. “One size fits all my a… aah~” Thunderlane’s breathless complaint quickly transitioned to a needy whine as an intense heat filled the suit. Pleasure wracked the poor stallion as the tight suit began to tingle and thrum, practically buzzing with a strange arcane energy. The bit of Thunderlane that wasn’t distracted with the brewing pleasure grew a bit concerned as the tight flight suit grew… less so. Calves that bulged and swelled with each step now fit snugly in their containment, arms now slowly felt more comfortable relaxing at his sides. Even his impressive chest, before straining the very integrity of the fabric, now seemed to shrink and sag to perfectly fit the confines of the suit. But that wasn’t to say the size disappeared entirely. No, as Thunderlane continued to shrink, muscle replaced itself with adipose that latched itself onto his belly, thighs, and rear. Formerly trim and cut, Thunderlane felt his stomach balloon into a nice, full gut while behind him grew a wide, wobbly ass. With widening hips and thickening thighs, it would be easy to mistake Thunderlane as a plump mare from the neck down. To the stallion’s horror and arousal, he realized that he’d become his own type. “What the fu- uhn~” Thunderlane’s voice cracked as he moaned, surging upwards as the stallion’s body shrank downwards. He lost an entire foot of height, now a much less impressive 5 feet tall, but every inch of it found its way to the roomy crotch of his suit. Throb by throb and inch by inch, Thunderlane’s already sizable member swelled between his thick thighs, bulging the pouch that strained to keep it contained as it grew to ludicrous proportions. As Thunderlane’s hands ran over his body in disbelief, the now feminine, yet decidedly male, stallion stared at his reflection with detached shock. The stall’s owner hadn’t lied about him fitting in the suit. But he couldn’t show up to the panel like this. No, he needed to go back to that stall and get the owner to undo whatever curse or spell the flight suit cast on him. Bracing himself for an embarrassing sprint, Thunderlane rushed to leave his hotel room. But with every stumbling step he took, he could feel his sensitive new body jiggling and rubbing oh so nicely against the latex flight suit. From his oversized bulge to his seat devouring ass, to even his plump moobs, Thunderlane’s entire body worked against him to get him feeling like an embarrassed, blushing mess. He couldn’t be seen like this. If a single fan saw him in this state he wouldn’t only be disgraced as a Wonderbolt, but also as the stud he struggled to present himself as. One wrong move and he’d forever be known as the bottom-heavy femboy of the Wonderbolts. And Soarin’ would never let him live it down. Despite every instinct telling him not to, he pulled the hood of the costume over his head to preserve his anonymity. Hoping that now he could just fade into the crowd of Wonderbolts Superfans, Thunderlane again rushed towards… Thunderlane rushed… Thunder… Thunder Clapper felt a wide grin bloom across his face as he looked himself in the mirror. He openly ogled the way his short and stout body fit perfectly in the suit that had been practically gifted to him. One hand rubbed against his plump belly in small circles while the other groped his plush, wobbling rear. “G-golly, it’s like the suit was made for me!” Thunder Clapper moaned out, swelling buckteeth pushing a cute lisp into the dorky stallion’s light and chipper voice. “I should go back to that stud’s stall and… thank him~” Just the prospect of that caused Thunder Clapper’s hyperactive libido to go into overdrive, the large bulge in his replica flight suit growing upwards until every throb and vein of the dork’s impressive cock could be seen with ease. Thunder Clapper wasn’t embarrassed however, his hands caressing his bulge through the suit as he giggled loudly. He loved his big, handsome body and loved seeing the reactions ponies looked between his plump belly, mareish hips, and huge, fertile stallion-breaker. But the laughter didn’t last for long, Thunder Clapper finally realizing how long he’d spent sliding the suit on and staring at himself in the mirror. “Ah h-heck, I’m gonna miss the panel!” Thunder Clapper cried, rushing off to the door to his hotel room and jiggling all the way. He couldn’t miss seeing his favorite flight team in person, after all. Day 23 - Long Distance (Prince Solaris)Author's Note Contains: Himbofication, reality warping, growth, dumbing down, gooning, A Bad End for Equestria, but a good end for Spike and Sandbar Day 23 - Long Distance (Prince Solaris) For Solaris, there was nothing more fulfilling than holding an audience for his subjects. A way to truly listen to their needs and help solve whatever problems they may face. His own problem, however, came when all of those problems were nice and settled, leaving Solaris mostly alone in his throne room. Just a guard placed at either side of him to keep him company, though they didn’t provide much in the way of conversation. Normally this would make him move his schedule along, but next on his list was holding court for the royals and… he’d rather do anything other than listen to the much less respectful royalty yell over each other to get what they desired. So the prince just sat and read. He cut an impressive figure as he did so, towering over the guards that stood beside him despite remaining seated. And yet, his slim and lean form also projected an aura of ethereal beauty, his movements graceful as he scrolled through budget reports, foreign aid requests, and even battle plans to keep himself occupied. It was difficult business, but important that he read through and understood all of it. But, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy to have a distraction. A spark of green flame appeared above him, drawing him away from his studying as it swirled out and grew corporeal. Surprisingly, it wasn’t a scroll like he’d expected. Instead, flopping into his lap gracelessly, was a piece of paper that looked like it had been ripped out of a book. Picking it up with slender fingers, Solaris was amused to find a crude, lewd drawing of a stallion working out with loud, bold text beneath it. Rules for being a Good StudTM Rule One: A Good StudTM looks like a Stud with muscles and size to spare. Solaris couldn’t help but cock a confused smile at this one, unsure of what Spike could be getting at with this message. One thing was for sure though: Solaris certainly fit the bill. After all, his tall body was certainly overflowing with muscle. From swollen calves to a six-pack that you could cut diamonds on to even pecs that strained and stretched the formerly loose and flowing admittedly tight dress shirt he was wearing. Raising an arm and flexing it jokingly, Solaris couldn’t deny the surge of pride and ego he felt at seeing his already mountainous bicep swelling even larger. As he lifted the other to do the same, he knew for a fact there was no ‘StudTM’ larger than he was. It took the guard to his right clearing his throat for Solaris to realize how… unbecoming of royalty his actions were. “Your Majesty.” The guard said, just the barest hint of amusement in his voice. “You’re expected to host the royal court in just a few minutes.” Ah, speaking of unbecoming royalty. “Oh dear, the time must have gotten away from me.” Solaris said as he stood, his deep voice and thunderous steps down from his throne echoing in the mostly empty room. Spending so long sitting down, he couldn’t help but stretch out his aching muscles and make both guards behind him feel inadequate in the process. But who wouldn’t feel inadequate in the face of such a beefcake? With every movement, the rippling muscles in the prince’s body put on a show before their very eyes. Turning to look back at his guards, Solaris smiled innocently. “Well, shall we embark?” Royal Court was progressing exactly as he’d expected it to. The royals themselves were bickering as usual over whose vanity projects deserved funding, and the few who had decent ideas were getting shouted down before they could speak. To Solaris’ side, Artemis was fighting back yet another yawn, head nodding down occasionally as he struggled to stay awake during the day. And Solaris? Well, despite himself, he was more distracted than he would admit. His mind thoroughly numbed by all the yelling, his thoughts kept sliding back to wondering when exactly he could get back in the gym. As it was, maintaining his body like he wanted to was an all day affair, and he couldn’t bear being distracted from it for any time longer than necessary. Solaris heard Artemis snort from beside him as he thought that, a red blush coating his pure white face as he only then realized that he’d been unconsciously flexing again. Ah well, it wasn’t as if his little brother would understand. The smaller, bottom-heavy Prince of the Night spent most of his time sleeping rather than working out like Solaris, but still ate like him all the same. He’d never be a Good StudTM. The distractions kept coming though, a familiar green flame sparking above Solaris yet again, and another page landing unceremoniously onto his thick, muscular thighs. Checking to make sure the royals were still bickering, seeing Blueblood and Jet Set in the middle of a particularly heated argument about easements and property lines, Solaris took a look at the page. And his face flushed an even brighter red as he saw a much cruder drawing than before, a muscular stallion groping the bulge in his pants as he grinned towards the viewer. Underneath, the same bold and loud writing as before. Rule Two: A Good StudTM feels like a StudTM always ready and raring to go. Solaris breathed out a shuddering sigh at that. It was almost as if the paper was mocking him and the erect shaft he struggled to hide in his tight pants, twitching and throbbing as it refused to go down. It ached. It begged. It needed. Just as it always did and always would. As an alicorn, Solaris had grown used to the immense lust that naturally built within him. Symbols of fertility in their own right, Solaris, Artemis, Bolero, and Dusk Shine just had Yes, he wanted nothing more than to shred his clothes off and start going to town on himself right then and there, letting everyone watch as he unloaded shot after shot of thick, fertile cum all over the room. And maybe that would finally shut them all up. But… he contained it. Contained himself. Bottled up his lust to finally be freed whenever he finally found a minute to himself. Or an hour. Hopefully longer. Looking to his side, he could see that Artemis had finally fallen back asleep despite his attempts. The smaller alicorn was having better luck in quelling his unending lust, hand dipping between his legs as he clearly had a much needed wet dream. Solaris, on the other hand, refocused on the argument occuring right in front of him. Just as Jet Set balled his fist tightly, preparing to slam it directly into Blueblood’s jaw, Solaris grabbed it in his magic and forced it back down. Though, he did accidentally press it down against Jet Set’s crotch, forcing the stallion into stunned silence. “S-stallions, please! There’s no need to fight!” Solaris said as he shifted uncomfortably in his elevated seat, drawing a moan from himself as he crossed his legs briefly. “But with that, I feel I should bring this very… productive session to a close. Sadly, I have mmmm~eetings to attend to.” Moaning as he stood up, all eyes fell on Solaris as his shaft throbbed and twitched visibly in his pants. While they could try and ignore the large wet spot that had formed in the fabric since he’d sat down, not a stallion could look away from the elephant-sized bulge in the room. Not as the tight pants basically displayed every feature of it, from veins to thick medial ring. Solaris’ guards moved quickly, wrapping his usual privacy cloth around his waist and ushering him away to his next meeting. Next, of course, came Solaris’ meeting with his close, personal council of trusted advisors. Here, he was expected to lead their discussion over what he’d read over in his throne room, though of course taking their advice and wisdom into account before making up his mind. He led Captain Flash Sentry through the changes he wished to make to the Royal Guards’ training regiment. Though still new to his role as Captain of the Guard, Flash always chimed in with poignant, though oftentimes unorthodox thoughts and advice for a guard of his experience. Perhaps bulking up and adjusting his attitude really did change the stallion for the better. After that was settled, he worked through Blueblood’s bruised ego as they both lightly fought over what to do with tensions brewing in Griffonstone. While Solaris wished to mobilize guards and send aid, Blueblood was able to convince him to take a more reserved approach, wait to see what the ‘rebels’ would really do, and act accordingly. Just as Solaris turned to his treasurer to discuss the budget, an all-too-common flicker of green fire appeared above his head. The prince couldn’t help but snicker as a page then fell into his swollen, throbbing lap, rolling his eyes. “My, someone is talkative today.” Solaris joked, looking up to his aids with an apologetic glance. “I know the budget is important, but would you all mind if I…?” Given the go-ahead by all three stallions, Solaris lifted the paper to see exactly what his little dragon friend could want this time. And he was greeted by the… quite titillating drawing of the same stallion from the last two pages now openly stroking himself off, his eyes glazed over and crossing as his mouth hung open and tongue lolled out. Underneath, another message awaited: Rule 3: A Good StudTM thinks like a StudTM with his cock and not his brain. Solaris didn’t really bother reading the note, his eyes focusing on the thick cock of the drawn stallion as he set the page down before him. It joined several other pages of pornography that littered his side of the table, each depicting studs of every race displaying every inch of themselves, though with a hard focus on muscles and working out. Each page was sticky, and quite a few were slightly soaked on account of the head of Solaris’ large, drooling cock hanging above them. It swayed back and forth as the dopey prince quickly masturbated openly at the table, moaning and groaning without inhibition as he did so. His pants and underwear, as meager and revealing as they were, pooled around his ankles and really only acted as a cumrag rather than an article of clothing. Solaris’ focus was briefly broken by a loud laugh from Blueblood. Looking up at the three stallions sitting across from him, all talking amongst themselves with only sparing glances towards the oversexed stud whose musk was stinking up the room, he tilted his head in confusion. And then a dim lightbulb lit in his head. “Oh yeah, that budget thing! Bros, what if we just like…” Solaris squinted, his foggy brain struggling to keep the lightbulb alight before it flickered off and his attention returned downwards with more powerful stroking. “Nggghh, fuuuuck! You guys should, like, stop talkin’ about dumb stuff and pump with me!” The reaction was… mixed. Flash Sentry grinned, seeming to be completely on-board with the idea. His treasurer flushed a bright red, shrinking down in his seat as he tried to hide a growing bulge in his pants. Blueblood, on the other hand, looked disgusted. “I cannot believe that I descended from… those loins.” He muttered and shook his head. Steadying himself, he sat up in his seat and forced a plastic smile to his face. “Your highness, perhaps we can revisit that idea another time. At the moment, we have important work to do. But all you have to do is get back to pleasuring that… ludicrous endowment you’ve been mistakenly blessed with.” Solaris blinked, tilting his head. “Please resume stroking your large member.” Blueblood sighed. Another blink. “Please go and ‘pump’ that ‘fat cock’ of yours!” Blueblood cried, his face growing red both from the shouting and the embarrassment of using such uncouth verbiage. “Perhaps you can unload those ‘heavy fucking cumtanks’ too while you’re at it!” Solaris, however, was unphased as he went back to stroking with a cocky grin. “Shyeah, why didn’t you just say so, bro?” All of that brainy, thinky stuff had poor Solaris absolutely exhausted, but thankfully it left just one thing on his agenda: The Gym. Due to needing a lot of work to keep up his studly stature, Solaris had one of his smart aids get a state-of-the-art gym installed right where the boring library used to be. Now instead of dumb books, he had weights to bench and machines to work every muscle he could name. Which, to be fair, wasn’t too many. But Solaris’ favorite aspect of his own personal gym, aside from the everpresent musk, was the mirrors lining every wall. Approaching one, he grinned lewdly as he ogled himself, his barely contained bulge straining the short shorts he was wearing. Above, his tight shirt was already drenched in sweat from his prior ‘exercise’, and he wasted no time in flexing hard enough that it ripped right off. Glistening abs and sweaty, hairy pecs greeted him, and his bulge throbbed even harder. “Fuck dude, I can’t stop staring at my sexy bod~” Solaris moaned out, both of his hands groping at his large bulge. Truly, there was nothing that could distract him from staring at his own glorious body. Except, of course, by an eye-catching green flame that popped up right above his head. Surprisingly this time, it dropped two items instead of one, each quickly snapped up in Solaris’ magic. He looked at the page first, mostly hoping that he’d get to see more of that stallion he’s pumped to all day today. Easily his favorite part of these little notes. And he was delighted to find that the stallion was indeed present, puffs of steam exiting his nose as he rutted a smaller, weaker stallion under him. Around him, other stallions were drawn exhausted on the ground with large, cum laden bellies. Underneath all of this read: Rule 4: A Good StudTM acts like a StudTM confidence in spades and takes what he wants. Solaris grinned lewdly as he looked over to the other present he was given. Instead of another drawn image, it was an actual photograph depicting Spike and one of his Ponyville friends, a sea green earth pony stud, pressed up against each other and looking lustily into the camera. Both of their bulges were very apparent in their tight orange booty shorts, and Solaris had to admit that he was impressed. Balling up the boring paper and tossing it aside, Solaris’ cock throbbed in the open air and splattered precum all over the mirror in front of him, now coating several other pictures Spike and Sandbar had sent him from their escapades in Ponyville. Stroking himself with one hand and holding the photograph aloft in the other, Solaris was confident he’d have to make yet another stop to the small town, just to visit a few friends. Day 24 - Betrayal (Shining Armor/Others)Author's Note Contains: humiliation, aphrodisiacs, a lust-drunk Shining, egg inflation, trace amounts of incest, and replacement Day 24 - Betrayal (Shining Armor/Others) “You’re sure you saw the changelings headed this way?” Shining Armor’s voice was strained, the stallion still getting used to being back in full Royal Guard regalia as he sprinted to follow his former subordinates, now equals, Flash Sentry and Spearhead. They were headed towards one of the few dead end alleys in Canterlot, and he just had to be sure. “Of course we’re sure!” Spearhead yelled back, rolling his eyes as he sprinted ahead. “You know, we’ve gotten better at this whole tracking thing since you left.” Flash laughed as he kept pace with Spearhead. “Yeah, it’s not like we got promoted for just sitting around!” As the stallions approached the end of the alley, cornering the rogue changeling as he hunted and searched for a way out in a panic, Shining Armor shot ahead of the pack and was the first to make his presence known. The frightened changeling shot around at the sound of footsteps approaching. Wearing almost nothing, Shining Armor could see every inch of his small, unassuming, almost emaciated form. But he knew better than to underestimate a changeling. “You have the option to come along quietly.” Shining said as he slowly approached the changeling, his voice stern and commanding. “We have methods to help reform you, so this doesn’t have to end in fighting.” Despite Shining’s words, the changeling bared his fangs, growling out a sound of warning that stopped Shining in his tracks. Realizing that there was no other option, the single guard unsheathed his sword and took position to fend off any attacks as non-lethally as he could. He waited for the guards behind him to do the same, but was left waiting as they seemed to just stand behind him. Reeling around to question just what they were doing, he found that they were both just standing there with their hands resting on their scabbards. “You think he’s figured us out yet?” Spearhead asked Flash casually, his eyes glowing an unnatural green as he smirked. Flash shrugged, his own grin wider and more malicious as his eyes glowed similarly. “I think he’s getting the picture.” The two laughed as Shining blinked in shock, lowering his sword in pure and utter confusion. “...what the f-” So caught off guard by this act of deception, Shining Armor completely forgot about the changeling behind him. A fact that the changeling rectified by way of sinking his bared fangs into Shining’s neck, injecting a bright green venom directly into his bloodstream. Shining fought back against it, struggling against the changeling’s strange grasp, but docility soon struck. A strange, forced calm that replaced his rush of adrenaline with a nice, steady drip of dopamine that fogged his brain over. “Don’t worry.” The changeling hissed as he finally pulled his fangs back. “We have methods to help reform you~” When Shining woke up… well, he wasn't quite sure when he woke up. With his brain so foggy and muddled with the venom constantly working through his bloodstream, all he could focus on was the pleasure currently wracking his body from head to toe. At some point he had been forced onto all-fours, his back weighed down with the brunt of a changeling’s belly while he fucked Shining nice and deep. The pleasure form the hard pounding he was getting mixed with several other sources, the first of all being underneath him. Two small, lithe changelings parked beneath him, one lapping and stroking at Shining’s overendowed cock while the other suckled at his heavy, aphrodisiac-inflated balls. Every stroke, every suckle, and every touch caused wave after wave of pleasure that sent Shining reeling. Shining would have moaned out at this, but his mouth was currently occupied by the cock of Flash Sentry. Or maybe it was Spearhead. Or Blueblood. Or even his own brother, Dusk Shine. The changeling occupying his mouth was flicking between various forms, each more embarrassing and sexy than the last, leaving Shining unable to get truly used to the size of the cock or the tantalizing musk worming its way into his nose. And whenever the changelings invading his holes came, large bulges swelled up and up their shafts until yet another clutch of eggs was deposited right in Shining Armor’s belly. A belly that, as the night progressed, hung low and distended beneath him, swollen and bulging with seed and eggs. His erect shaft throbbed and slapped up against it, jostling the eggs around and sending yet another rush of pleasure and dopamine through him. The changeling currenly fucking his face laughed, drawing Shining’s hazy attention upwards. And his cock grew achingly, painfully erect as he saw his own visage towering above him. “Aw, does our little broodstallion like what he sees?” ‘Shining’ laughed, a malicious grin across his borrowed face. “Maaaaaaybe if you’re good, I’ll let you watch as I go and fuck my new husband~” A volley of thick, pearly-white, and horribly embarrassing cum shot from Shining’s flared head at that. Day 25 - Magic/Sorcery (Dusk Shine/Rainbow Blitz)Author's Note Contains: Fully consensual hypnosis, humiliation, a huge nerd, brief himbofication, and a sub being put in his place Day 25 - Magic/Sorcery (Dusk Shine/Rainbow Blitz) As Dusk Shine finished casting his spell, he felt a buzz run through his brain before fading. It was a gentle, pleasurable buzz that briefly vibrated the thoughts away from his head and left only the best of feelings. Opening his eyes, he could see Rainbow Blitz looking back at him with a curious, hopeful expression. “Alright, the spell has been cast.” Dusk Shine said, his voice quivering a bit with embarrassment and trepidation. “Anything you say, no matter how… crude, I’ll be forced to obey.” Rainbow Blitz rubbed his hands together, eager to get started. But, he was quickly stopped as Dusk Shine raised a hand to stop him. “What are the ground rules?” Dusk asked. Rainbow Blitz just laughed, rolling his eyes as he began to count on his fingers. “No photos, and no taking you in public again. Despite how much everyone loved seein’ you all dumb and dopey~” Ignoring that with a scoff, a red flush overtaking his face, Dusk Shine held up three fingers. “And no anal.” “What?!” Rainbow Blitz cried, his eyes widening with shock. “Come on! This is, like, the best time to let me get you full of Discord’s poppers and, uh…” Taking a step closer to Dusk, wrapping his arms around the smaller, curvier stallion and groped his ass through his pants. “Finally see just how much we can really fit in this chubby butt of yours~” Dusk Shine moaned slightly, pressing his ass back against Rainbow’s hands as he rested his head on his large, pillowy pectorals. “As nice as that sounds, I think I want to be fully lucid for our first time.” He said, his voice slightly muffled as he shoved his snout right in the crevice between Blitz’s powerful pecs. “Poppers and getting me too dumb to think can come later.” Blitz rolled his eyes at that, but couldn’t help but grin widely as he raised a hand to ruffle through Dusk Shine’s mane. “Aaaaaalright, ya dork. I’ll keep it to kinky hypnotic frottage and oral, just for you.” “Glad we could agree.” Dusk mumbled into Blitz’s pillowy chest. “Now, just… whenever you-” “Dusky, cluck like a chicken for me~” Dusk Shine’s ears perked as the order slid right through him and blocked away all rational thought, Rainbow Blitz’s cocky voice becoming the only thing he could hear as he reeled back away from him. “BA-GAWK!” Dusk Shine clucked, bringing his arms up to make flapping, useless wings at his sides while he strutted around in front of his boyfriend, scratching at the floor of his bedroom with his feet like a dumb chicken. “Buk buk buk buk, ba-gawk!” It was Rainbow Blitz’s peals of laughter that brought Dusk Shine back to lucidity, an embarrassed blush rushing over his purple face. Forcing his arms away from making silly chicken wings, he crossed them over his chest. “Blitz! You need to warn me first!” Dusk squeaked, his voice dripping with embarrassment. This just made Rainbow Blitz laugh harder, again pulling Dusk close but this time with a kiss to his forehead. “Come on, that was adorable~ You make such a cute little chicken.” His hands trailed a little lower, stroking against the front of Dusk’s dress pants and the large, obvious bulge contained within. “And it looks like you really enjoyed it too~” Dusk Shine huffed out an embarrassed sigh, whimpering as he was groped so lewdly through his nicest pair of pants. “It’s just… a s-side effect of the spell! It makes it f-feel so good when you order me.” “Well you shouldn’t hide how good it feels, dork~” Rainbow Blitz said, grinning slyly as he loosened his grip around his boyfriend. “After all… Dusky, you’re just a dumb, cocky himbo. All you wanna do is show off for me.” Dusk Shine blinked as he reeled back again. He broke away from Rainbow Blitz’s loose grasp and huffed lewdly, feeling a burning lust brewing within him. But as his lust grew and intensified, the alicorn could feel his normally hyperactive mind slowing to a crawl as his thoughts refocused on the rod between his legs and the stallion that stood in front of him. The glint of intelligence in his eyes was replaced with a burning lust as he cockily grinned up at Rainbow Blitz, his trembling hands reaching up to the top button of his shirt and beginning to slowly undo them as he swayed his wide hips. Once undone, he threw the dress shirt to the floor unceremoniously and threw his arms up in a cocky double bicep flex. While it would look severely hot on a stallion like Rainbow Blitz or Applejack, it looked positively hilarious as the short, chubby Dusk Shine posed like a well-muscled stud. Eyes narrowed, a heavy lust driving him as he hooked a thumb in his belt loop, Dusk Shine grinned towards Rainbow Blitz. “Like what you see, stud?” He asked, his voice low and lusty. Rainbow Blitz could only smirk, doing his best to fight back a laugh at his sexy boyfriend. Despite how funny it was, he couldn’t help but grow aroused at the sight of Dusk Shine’s body. “Hell yeah, dude! Now let’s see what else you’re packin’!” Dusk Shine didn’t have to be told twice, already undoing his belt and tossing it aside. He slid his dress pants down his thick thighs and round ass, revealing the fairly dorky pair of tighty whities he wore underneath. To contrast with the nerdiness of his underwear, the large bulge contained within throbbed and strained the fabric. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his undies, he tugged them down so that his fat cannon of a shaft flopped out and drooled a stream of precum onto the floor. One hand working to stroke it, barely able to wrap it around his own thick shaft as it drooped towards the ground, he raised the other to flex again. “Feels good to let my huge cock out.” Dusk moaned as he milked his shaft of precum. “Ever since I ascended, it got so huge and needy. Artemis got that fat ass, Bolero got hs huge tits, Solaris got big all over, but only I get the fattest cock of ‘em all.” As Dusk laughed dumbly at that, Rainbow Blitz approached him and pressed himself up against the himbo, trapping his oversized shaft between the two of them. “Yeah, a sub like you’s got a fat dick that you’ll never stick in a stallion.” Lowering his shorts, grinding his much more meager shaft against Dusk’s, Rainbow Blitz smirked. “But I think your bedroom’s only big enough for one cocky stud. Dusky, you’re just a submissive sex puppy for me~” Dusk Shine yelped, even the cocky glint in his eyes disappearing for a blank, horny glaze. He quickly fell onto all fours, panting with lust as he gazed up at Rainbow Blitz. But then Dusk’s eyes locked onto the stiffly erect shaft Rainbow Blitz waggled in front of his face. Licking his lips, Dusk let out a loud, unbidden bark before returning to panting with lust. Day 27 - Musk/Scent (Zephyr Breeze)Author's Note Contains: Musk! (duh), Zephyr Breeze being Totally Straight, not... a whole lot of hypnosis now that I think of it, and imminent breedage of a lanky femboy Day 27 - Musk/Scent (Zephyr Breeze) Body wracked and aching with pain, a completely nude Zephyr Breeze took a moment to breathe on the locker room bench. Ever since he’d joined up with the Royal Guard, he’d been full of nothing but regrets. Long days of staying at his post, getting yelled at for the smallest things almost daily, and a demonically strenuous training schedule that forced him to go to the gym for his few hours of “free time”. And, worst of all, he never even had the time to flirt with The Ladies using his new status as a guard! Even the gym, where he’d normally go to shamelessly hit on the athletic types like his beautiful blue bombshell, was only for The Guard themselves. Which just meant men, men, and more men. And not even cute little femboys like Zephyr himself, who paled in comparison to their rippling muscles and toned asses. Not that he was looking at those, of course. Oh no, Zephyr was as straight as they come. Never did his eyes stray from the supple breasts and perky asses of his lovely mares. His nose did, however. He hadn’t snuck off to the locker room during guard duty for no reason, after all. Not when such a tantalizing scent still clung to the air. A strong, masculine stench, far more powerful than anything Zephyr could put out himself, permeated the locker room air. It sent his thoughts reeling, the intoxicating and mind numbing smell of man musk making the poor feminine stallion briefly forget any notion of his fragile heterosexuality. And, as Zephyr’s nose began to sniff out the source of it, his mouth began to water as he began his lusty hunt. Sniffing towards the ground like a tracking dog, it didn’t take long for the needy stallion to happen upon the source of the droolworthy smell: a discarded jockstrap. Pert ass waggling in the air and nose pressed just centimeters away from the still warm underwear, Zephyr’s lengthy and drooling arousal was perfectly on display. And it was driven to an aching throb as he pressed his face deep into the sweat-drenched, musky jockstrap with a loud, unbidden moan. Behind him, the door to the locker room swung open and in stepped a tall, sweat-soaked gray pegasus stallion, considerably more muscular than most of the rest of the guards that stood behind him. The newcomer froze in the doorway for a moment, but a smug smile slowly crept across his face as he continued inwards. “You see, we figured a slut like you’d try somethin’ like this eventually.” He growled, cockily placing his hands behind his head and displaying hairy, sweaty armpits that immediately renewed the heady musk in the room. “Now why don’t you come get a whiff of the real deal?” Day 28 - Sex Toy (Prince Blueblood)Author's Note Fun fact: This story was supposed to feature Shining Armor instead. Contains: Not a lot of hypnosis, magical voodoo sex toys, a stallion enjoying himself far more than necessary, a stallion fucking himself, and cumflation Day 28 - Sex Toy (Prince Blueblood) As a prince, and most eligible bachelor in Equestria, Blueblood was used to receiving gifts. Whether it be flowers, fan letters, engagement rings, tufts of mane, or chocolates, he was happy to accept them all. After all, it fed his ego and proved that no matter what, ponies all across Equestria were thinking of him. And, despite the attention they paid him, he didn’t even need to give them a second thought. They were just gifts, after all. As such, Prince Blueblood didn’t find it odd when yet another package appeared on his bed one day. Surely brought in by one of his many servants, the size of the mysterious package managed to impress the prince. So much so that, as he approached, he made sure to read the name of the sender. From: Crackle Cosette To: My Favorite Prince~ “Hah! Take that, Shining Armor.” Blueblood laughed, throwing his head back to pose with victory. But there was no time to be a sore winner, though Blueblood made sure to make some later. No, with such a lovely introduction, now Blueblood just had to know what was inside. So, lighting his magic, he gently tore the tape sealing the box shut, pulling it open to reveal… “Oh.” Blueblood muttered, a smile growing across his face. “Oh my~” Contained within, only the thin cardboard box and assumedly some magical assistance hiding it, was a dull gray facsimile of a stallion’s rear, complete with supple thighs and hips to grab hold of. And it proved to be anatomically correct as well, a small yet quite erect shaft and cute little balls blooming from the object’s crotch, while between the round cheeks was a very inviting looking hole. It was all the bits Blueblood could want in a stallion, without all of the boring or annoying parts that go with. The prince was quite impressed with this ‘Crackle’ person, whomever they may be, as they certainly knew what they were doing. Though he certainly wished they’d added a mouth as well, both to sing his praises as well as service him. But beggars couldn’t be choosers. Reaching his hands in to grab the sex toy, a large throb of magic resounded through the object as he finally touched it. The plump ass grew larger, yet more firm as the imitation of muscle ran down its thighs. Hips hitching in a bit, it seemed the size transferred to the lengthening cock and swelling balls. And as the proportions shifted, the colors did as well with the dull gray lightening to a bright and pristine white. And, with a flash, the formerly blank flank of the fake stallion changed to show the crest of a shield with a six pointed star within. This was clearly no ordinary ass. This was the ass of none other than Prince Shining Armor. Prince Blueblood couldn’t help but grip the lesser prince’s shapely rear, finally pulling it out of the box and laying it gently on his bed. As the shaft of the sex toy seemed to be driven to throbbing from just the touch, Blueblood’s own member stretched his pair of tights before he unceremoniously dropped both pants and underwear. His princely scepter now finally free, he let it rest in the crack between the sex toy’s fat cheeks and began to slowly thrust himself between them. “Rfff~ Far more fatty than I remember, but damn does this stallion have a fine ass~” Blueblood huffed, drawing his hips back and pressing the tip of his shaft against the sex toy’s hole… and found himself sinking in with more ease than he expected. “F-far looser as well!” Blueblood grunted, finding himself briefly overwhelmed by the feeling of warmth and lubrication around his cock as he hilted himself deep within. Though pesudo-Shining’s tight, clenching tunnel already seemed to be pre-lubed, Blueblood had no problem adding his own to the mix. Ever the generous lover, Blueblood wrapped a hand around the sex toy’s shaft as he began to slowly start his rutting. To his surprise, the length responded to his touch and began to twitch and throb with need, a bead of precum drooling out and falling onto his bed. Finding interest in this, Blueblood flipped the toy over on his erect shaft, dragging his flaring cockhead along the toy’s detailed prostate, and watched in wonder as the shaft throbbed wildly in the air and shot a volley of precum where its chest should have been. His arousal redoubled by this, Blueblood grasped both hands around Shining Armor’s proudly erect and drooling member and began to stroke it along with his quickening thrusts. But, despite how good his rutting felt, there was still something… missing. Good felt good, but what Blueblood craved was perfection. And there was only one princely stallion that could bring that level of perfection to a stud’s shaft. Another pulse ran through the sex toy, this time rushing through Blueblood himself as well. Slowly the cheeks he was bucking against grew firmer, tighter and more muscular. The shaft that he was gripping shrank by a few inches, but gained that and more in thickness as it began to resemble Blueblood’s own member. And finally, the shield cutie mark on the cheeks of the sex toy flashed, now replaced with an elegant compass rose. Immediately, multiple sources of pleasure began to overwhelm Prince Blueblood. He not only felt the tight, slick feeling of a hole around his shaft every time he thrusted, but now he could feel the twinned feeling of a thick cock invading his own hole, stretching him and filling him with need and precum. Gripping the sex toy’s thick shaft in surprise, Blueblood moaned out in surprise as he now also felt a pair of strong hands wrapping around his own cock despite still being deep inside the toy beneath him. His mouth hung open, tongue lolling out as he hunched over the replica of perfection he continued to rut. When his tongue touched the flared tip, pleasure exploded throughout the stud’s muscular body. He instinctively wrapped his mouth around it just as his and the sex toy’s matching hefty balls drew up in unison, their shafts twitching as one as they both fired a volley of cum into the warmth they were enveloped within. While he’d been filled from both ends before, the feeling of filling himself with each throb sent the poor stud reeling. Hilting deep within the sex toy beneath him, the feeling of stretching and being stretched at once intensifying his orgasm, Blueblood moaned helplessly around his own thick, flared cock head as it fired volley after volley of his own seed into his mouth. And with glee and burning need, he swallowed it down eagerly. Just the same, the shaft he shoved into the toy fired off within himself as well, thick ropes of fertile cum shooting deep within him and filling his needy ass. Seconds turned to minutes as Blueblood continued to fill himself, each throb and volley spurring more pleasure and an extended orgasm from the stud. Stuck in place, hips trembling as the mind-numbing orgasm stretched onward, Blueblood was a bit shocked to find that his belly was swelling under the brunt of all of the cum filling him. Gone were his shredded, rippling abs, now replaced with a heavy, churning belly that made him look several months pregnant. His orgasm finally tapering off after several minutes of pure pleasure, the cock in Blueblood’s mouth popped free and left the stallion panting loudly. It took quite a long time for rational thought to return to him, though his head still remained fogged with pleasure all the same. Looking down, peering over his heavy and full belly, his hips quivered as he saw his shaft wasn’t getting soft like usual. Instead, it continued to throb with need both within the toy and within himself. Drawing his hips back slowly, using his own cum as lubricant, Blueblood moaned out as he again slammed deep within himself. Day 29 - Master/Pet (Rainbow Blitz/Lightning Dust)Author's Note ~~I totally didn't forget to put this chapter out because I was playing Runescape~~ Contains: Kittygirl Maid Lightning Dust, different kinds of musk, Rainbow Blitz being malicious, Imminent gangbang, and locker room nonsense Day 29 - Master/Pet (Rainbow Blitz/Lightning Dust) “Gosh I hate this, Meowster! When this is over I’m, like, totally gonna strangle you!” Lightning Dust’s words didn’t match his loud, chipper voice or wide, forced smile at all. And especially not the outfit he was wearing, a nice lacey pink maid uniform and a pair of adorable cat ears. But, to Rainbow Blitz’s delight, the uniform and words also didn’t match the large, throbbing erection stretched past the hem of Lightning Dust’s skirt. And he knew that, no matter how much Lightning wanted to cover himself up, his hands wouldn’t be moving from lifting that hem to show it off. But still, Rainbow Blitz still shook his head at the outburst as he walked around behind his maid, clicking his tongue. “Now that isn’t very Neko Maid of you, is it Dusty?” Rainbow Blitz’s words sent a jolt through Lightning Dust’s body, the stallion feeling himself automatically forced into an embarrassed catgirl-esque pose. “Of course not, Meowster!” He blurted, his voice growing even more sickly sweet than before. “Dusty-wusty is so vewy sowwy~” It took several seconds before Lightning Dust was given back control, slamming his hands down to his sizes and working his mouth as if he was trying to get a bad flavor out of it. Rainbow Blitz just laughed. “Thaaat’s a good kitty.” He grinned as he pat Lightning Dust on the head, an act that the stallion bashfully leaned into despite himself. “But how about we actually put you to work?” The very mention of working for his master sent another jolt through Lightning Dust, his body once again adjusting itself though this time to a ready, obedient pose. He held one hand in a sturdy salute, though his other hand teased along his still erect shaft. “Let's start with something easy!” Rainbow Blitz grinned, kicking up a jockstrap from the floor and tossing it over to Lightning Dust. “Just clean the locker room of all the Bolts’ jockstraps, and you’ll get a treat!” Despite himself, Lightning Dust smiled as he immediately got to work. It was such an easy task, there were only a few Wonderbolts after all, and he’d already cleared Rainbow Blitz’s jockstrap off the list. That treat was his, whatever it may have been, and all he had to do was find the rest of the… decidedly musky and sticky underwear. And as Lightning Dust continued to collect, reaching under benches and into lockers, his nose continued to be assaulted by a tantalizing musk that only grew with each jockstrap he threw onto the pile. After a while he held over a dozen jockstraps in his arms, each shedding a slightly different kind of smell to be sniffed, from Soarin’s light and airy musk to a truly pungent odor from Silver Zoom. But the last pair of underwear made Lightning Dust drop the collection he’d made. Just by the entrance of the shower room lay a fiery red jockstrap, still warm and glistening with cum. Unable to stop himself, Lightning Dust shoved his snout into the cup and inhaled, breathing in a spicy, earthy scent that got his shaft throbbing to an achingly full erection. Walking up behind him, Rainbow Blitz snickered. “Looks like you found your treat~” He said with a large, beaming grin. “That’s Spitfire’s jockstrap, if you couldn’t tell. He heard you’d be swingin’ by, so he made sure to pump a load or two into it.” Still huffing the discarded but well used underwear, Lightning Dust breathed out a moan. “Smells good, huh? Trust me, it’s better from the source.” Rainbow Blitz waggled his eyebrows, a cocky grin sliding across his face. “For your next task, why don’t you wear that jockstrap on your face and jerk off while telling me how much you love the Wonderbolts?” Lightning Dust moaned out again as he slipped the jockstrap fully around his head, breathing in deeply as his hands found themselves wrapped around his shaft and started stroking feverishly. “I’m such a Wonderslut! I can’t stop jerking off to my Wonderbolts masters! I love how much more studly they are than any of those sissy Washout losers!” Reaching around Lightning Dust from behind, Rainbow Blitz wrapped his own hands around the sissy stallion’s erect shaft and stroked it along with him. “What do you think you’d do if you were in a room full of these sexy Wonderbolts, Dusty?” Lightning Dust shuddered from just the thought, his cock jumping from both that and the feeling of Rainbow Blitz’s rough hands. “I-I’d worship e-every single one! Esssspecially meowster Blitz and Spitfire!” With a smirk, Rainbow Blitz broke away from Lightning Dust briefly, instead moving to tug the sissy maid along by his collar as he slowly exited the locker room. “Today’s your lucky day, loser.” Rainbow Blitz said as he dragged the musk drunk sissy down the hallway. “You’re about to get exactly what that little cock of yours craves~” The two broached the doorway at the other end of the hallway, entering into the Wonderbolts’ state-of-the-art weight room. There the two stallions were greeted by the watchful eyes of almost a dozen Wonderbolts, all clothed but with bulges that strained their flight suits and ached for freedom. All but one. Spitfire stood proudly in the center, completely naked with erect shaft arching powerfully into the air. His hands rested on his hips, a cocky smirk on his face as he swayed those hips and watched Lightning Dust’s eyes follow his cock as it shifted back and forth. While Lightning Dust was distracted by cock, a now naked Rainbow Blitz sauntered up behind him and pressed his own erection along the stallion’s back. “Dusty, now you’re gonna get your wish. Your next task is to service every single stud in this room, startin’ with me and Spitfire~” And Lightning Dust’s mouth began to water. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than Spitfire’s crotch pressed into his nose as the stud fucked his face. Day 30 - Public Humiliation (The Great and Powerful Preston/Star Tracker)Author's Note Contains: Stage hypnosis, embarrassing admissions, public lewdness, masturbating on stage, just a good bit of exhibitionism, and hopefully a decent finale Day 30 - Public Humiliation (The Great and Powerful Preston/Star Tracker) “Aaaaaand now, for my grand finale, The Great and Powerful Preston will need a volunteer from his lovely audience!” A few odd hands shot up out of the audience as Preston looked it over, but he felt they were far too eager. No, that wouldn’t do. His stage had no place for someone who might upstage him. His volunteer needed to be submissive, bashful, a toy for him to play with in service of making a good show into a great one. And so he ignored those few odd hands, instead focusing his attention on a slight little stallion sitting in the front row. After a round of convincing from the stallion sitting next to him, a boyfriend perhaps?, the unassuming purple stallion slowly put his hand up. Not too high, but high enough to please his stallion. And enough for Preston to point him out with a grin and flourish. “Yes you, the small stallion up front!” Preston called, waving him up. “Please join me on stage for our final act!” As the spotlight fell upon him, the stallion froze up. It took pushing and prodding from the stallion beside him, as well as a gentle kiss on his cheek to wish him luck, but the stallion Preston had beckoned finally rushed up to join him on stage. Helping the lithe, almost coltish stallion onto the stage with a hand, Preston smiled softly down at him. “No need to worry. Preston will make sure to take care of you.” The two now on stage together, Preston was finally able to get a good look at his ‘assistant’ for this last bit of his show. An unassuming young stallion stood a head shorter than him, loose fitting clothing obfuscating what shape his body truly took, but Preston could easily tell it wasn’t coated in light, handsome muscle like his own. Clicking his tongue, Preston kept his attention on his volunteer but turned to face the audience. “Now, before we start, why don’t you introduce yourself to the audience?” The stallion mumbled out an answer shyly, curling in further upon himself as his eyes briefly darted towards the audience. Preston bit back a scoff, though one he turned into a good-natured laugh at his volunteer. “My stage may have amplification spells, but even they can’t pick that up. You may have to speak louder.” His blush growing brighter, the stallion finally turned towards the audience. “M-my name’s Star Tracker. I’m, uh, visiting from Canterlot with my boyfriend, Tender Taps.” Cracking a soft smile at that, Preston again addressed the audience. “Well then, let’s make this a finale for both of them to remember! Now, I don’t have to remind you that this is an Adults-Only show, but for this I’ll need your consent to do whatever I wish with you. Within reason, of course.” Star Tracker blanched briefly at the idea, looking into the audience for moral support from his boyfriend. Seeing Tender Taps throwing up a thumbs up that may have been a bit too eager, he looked back at Preston with an embarrassed nod. “S-sure! I mean, I’m already up here.” At the confirmation, Preston wasted no time in lightning his horn with a spell that made Star Tracker’s brain vibrate for a moment. Reeling back with a very undistinguished squeak, the smaller stallion shook his head and blinked rapidly. “What the heck was that?” He asked Preston loudly, his attention fully on the magician instead of his audience. PReston just smirked. “Just a little something to make you comfortable.” He crooned, his voice a bit smug as he stepped closer to Star Tracker and placed a hand on his shoulder. “So comfortable, in fact, that you’ll answer any question I ask, no matter how embarrassing, right?” Preston used the hand on Star Tracker’s shoulder to turn him towards the audience and, to the smaller stallion’s surprise, he didn’t feel the same anxiety as before. In fact, standing in front of the audience felt… nice. Filled him with a strange sense of pride that only doubled as he looked at his boyfriend. “Right.” Star Tracker agreed, a small smile blooming across his face. “Just a few standard questions first then.” Preston said, moving beside Star Tracker as they now both stared out into the audience. “First, between you and your lovely boyfriend, who would you say is the most dominant in bed?” “Oh, definitely me!” Star Tracker said with a bright, beaming grin as his eyes lit up. “Tender’s a big softie, and he never wants to bother me while I’m studying, so I’m always the one to throw him onto the bed and start feeling him up when I know he’s horny~” Preston nodded, humming softly as he noted the bulge slowly growing in the smaller stallion’s loose jeans. “A noble pursuit when he clearly wants it as well. And, when you both do get down to doing the deed, what positions do you do it in?” Star Tracker laughed at that, his smile growing wider as his eyes grew wistful. “Oooh, all kinds~ Tender is an erotic dancer on the weekends, so he’s made sure we both stay flexible. In fact, last night I had his legs behind his head while I-” “Sweetheart!” Came Tender Taps’ cry from the audience, the poor embarrassed stallion shooting up from his seat as the audience laughed around him. His cheeks were alight with a blush that continued all the way up to his ears. Rolling his eyes, Star Tracker waved the outburst off with a giggle. “It’s fine, honeybuns~ It’s not like I told them how loud I had you moaning!” Another wave of raucous laughter rang out from the audience, joined by Preston who couldn’t help but join them. “Well, it sounds like you and your honeybuns have a lot of fun in the bedroom. As for my final question before moving on, how large are you and your lovely beau?” Star Tracker thought for a moment about this, attempting to size it out with his hands before nodding. “I’d say Tender is about 10 inches, but pretty thin. Meanwhile I-” “Star Tracker, please!” Came another cry from Tender Taps, face completely red while he shook with embarrassment. A cacophony of boos followed soon after, forcing Tender back into his seat. “Oh don’t worry, my lovely audience! Your lovely Preston will make sure we find out the answer by the end of this~” Preston laughed proudly before turning back to Star Tracker. “This boyfriend of yours certainly loves to interrupt.” Star Tracker scratched the back of his head bashfully. “I think he’s just shy. We came here to Las Pegasus so we could be a lot more open with ourselves, but I don’t know if he’s taking it well.” Preston hummed softly as he looked Star Tracker over briefly, then snapped his fingers to make the smaller stallion’s eyes glassy and unfocused. “Actually, I believe a stud like you came to Las Pegasus alone. That libido of yours is so immense that all you want to do is show off and have sex~” Preston snapped again, stepping back to allow Star Tracker to take center stage. The small stallion blinked for a moment, regarding the audience as a whole for once and staring at all of the sexy, horny studs staring back at him. He licked his lips, a cocky grin overtaking his face as he huffed with lust. His cock surged in his loose pants, but it wasn’t contained for long. To the cheers of the audience, Star Tracker unbuckled and dropped his pants and underwear, stepping out of them and tossing them off stage. This not only revealed wide, feminine hips and a chubby, cushioned behind, but also a massive spear that throbbed between Star Tracker’s legs. It twitched and bounced under the awe of the entire audience, drooling out a stream of precum onto Preston’s stage. Losing his shirt as well, the chubby stallion flexed one arm like a superstud while his other hand began to stroke teasingly along his length. “Sixteen inches~ Any of you studs wanna take a ride on it?” Though there were a bundle of stallions who raised their hands, Preston made himself known by approaching Star Tracker from behind. Pressing himself to the back of this cocky stallion, he whispered into his ear. “Stroke yourself for the audience, stud. Show them how much of a stallion you are, and coat them all in in your seed~” Star Tracker’s hips bucked at the order, and both hands immediately wrapped around the stallion’s length. Said hands were a blur on his shaft, stroking swiftly as aided by the absolute deluge of precum he drooled, now being stroked into the flesh of his cock and making it glisten lewdly under the stage lights. A musk quickly filled the room. Not only coming from Star Tracker himself, but also from the stallions in the crowd who began to stroke along with him. The very thought of inspiring this act of lust made him moan out loudly, grunting as his hips began to buck along with his stroking. With his ego swelling, so was his desire to pump a load all over his loving audience. Seeing so many stallions masturbating to him so openly, Star Tracker’s attention was drawn to the small, slender stallion who seemingly refused despite the large, needy bulge that throbbed in his pants. Star Tracker winked at the cute little stallion, mind alight with very vibrant ideas of how he’d like to make him bounce on his cock. Pinning his legs behind his head while he presses him into the bed would be just the start. Star nearly came from the thought, but Preston again drew up behind him and placed one hand on his shaft. “You’ve clearly caused quite a stir, my stud, but I believe it’s time for the show to come to an end. When I snap my fingers, you will orgasm over this adoring crowd for me then return to your normal self with your lovely, hopefully very understanding boyfriend.” Pausing, Preston looked between the stud’s legs and smirked as he stroked both hands up towards Star Tracker’s medial ring. “However, you will certainly find yourself loving to show yourself and your impressive endowment off more when safe to do so. And you and your boyfriend will come backstage after the show for a… private session. Understood?” “Y…yes sir!” Star Tracker said through gritted teeth, moaning out loudly as he tried to fight back the orgasm for just that much longer. But as Preston snapped his fingers again, a volley of cum was loosed onto the masturbating audience below. Star Tracker’s hips bucked wildly as he fired load after load across the studs, his orgasm sparking the climaxes of several of the audience members as well. Like a wave, orgasms rolled over the audience until it seemed like every single one had covered either themselves or the ponies sitting beside them. But none were as lucky as those in the front few rows, dripping and covered in the seed of the show’s Star. A wave of clarity rolled over Star Tracker as well, suddenly staring out into the audience with his softening cock held in his hands. A cock that quickly reerected to his embarrassment, throbbing with sheer need as he looked over the kinky carnage he’d created. His eyes even locked onto his beloved Tender Taps, and both were alight with blushes as the wet, sticky spot grew within his sweetheart’s pants. Star Tracker rushed off stage, tail between his legs as his thick cock bobbed and drooled precum in front of him. His clothes tossed off stage and taken by audience members, he was forced to return to his seat naked and moaning from the attention. This left Preston on stage, a sly smile on his face as he stepped around the cum puddles left on his stage. Taking the center, he bowed proudly. “Well, talk about fireworks~ Thank you for being such a lovely audience, and thank you all for enjoying my show~”
Day 1 - Corruption (King Sombra/Shining Armor)Author's Note Contains: Bad End, Submission, Slavery, Hints of Feminization, and probably more Day 1 - Corruption (King Sombra/Shining Armor) “Yes, My King.” The words fell from Shining Armor’s lips on instinct as he kneeled obediently before his master, King Sombra. “Of course, My King.” “Thank you, My King.” “Only for you, My King.” Every time these words were uttered, they sent a surge of pleasure through the formerly masculine, formally dominant stallion, stealing his resolve and draining any thoughts of disobedience or dissent. These forbidden thoughts flowed down his newly feminine body with every surge of pleasure that wracked it, surging into the only masculine thing His King had let him keep. His lengthy member bobbed in front of him, drooling precum as it escaped the admittedly ineffectual loincloth that he wore, the only clothing His King had gifted him since his fall from grace. Dainty hands twitched, edging ever closer to touching his remaining stallionhood and brimming, aching balls. But he looked up at King Sombra, silent but with eyes pleading for pleasure. And King Sombra smirked down at this pathetic display, a wry and malicious smile playing upon his lips as he waved a hand dismissively. His other hand remained firmly between his legs, slowly stroking a far more impressive member barely contained within his pants. “Go right ahead, slave.” The King growled, his voice deep and commanding and sending yet another burst of pleasure rolling down Shining’s spine. Wrapping feminine hands around his shaft, he couldn’t help but recall the feeling of Cadance’s soft hands doing the same thing what felt like a millennia ago. But the recollection was brief and fleeting, barely a wisp at it was instead replaced by thoughts of the pitch black unicorn stud in front of him. Of his touch etching black markings into his skin, his deep voice drowning out any thoughts to conflict what he said, of his sheer presence overwhelming any rational part of Shining Armor’s brain until nothing was left but what he was now. A submissive slave lost to pleasure, kneeling before his all-knowing, all-consuming King. The realization of what he’d become overtook him like a wave, the small stallion crying out as a bolt of pleasure jolted down his spine. His breath hitched in his throat, hips quivering as his hands slid down to the base of his shaft for what he hoped was the final time. But Sombra’s laughter drew Shining’s attention away from his peaking pleasure. “Oh no no,” Sombra said as he shook his head, clicking his tongue teasingly, “Little slaves don’t get to cum. Hands off that pathetic cock of yours.” Although it betrayed every breeding instinct in his brain, Shining’s shaking hands pulled away to instead stroke at his thighs with need. His hips still humped and bucked into the air, hoping to find purchase on something, anything, that would push him over the edge to an orgasm his entire body craved. But there was no such luck. Not even as his tear filled eyes looked pleadingly up at a Sombra who smirked down at him. “Such a good slave.” Sombra again growled. While the praise did spark another jolt of pleasure through Shining, the slut’s needy and pent up shaft throbbing painfully into the air, it still wasn’t nearly enough to set the poor slave off.
Day 4 - Clothing/Uniform (Sandbar)Author's Note Contains: A dumbed down Sandbar, a more aggressively sexual Hooters, public indecency, an HR nightmare, and a different kind of precum covered tip. Day 4 - Clothing/Uniform (Sandbar) Sandbar couldn’t help but smile at his customers, bringing his arms up for a double bicep flex for their viewing pleasure. Quite literally, he couldn’t help it. It bore down on him like an instinct that came as naturally as breathing. ‘The customer’s pleasure is your pleasure~’ ‘You love to show off~’ ‘StudBoys don’t think, we flex and serve~’ As his customers, a trio of originally brash but now blushing stallions, slid cash into his bulging, skimpy orange speedo, Sandbar giggled dumbly as thanks and thrusted his hips towards the most embarrassed looking one. He turned to walk away, and as he did so he felt his fat bubble butt get groped and spanked. Without hesitation or thinking, which wasn’t hard for the dumb stud he’d become, he dropped his speedo and flashed his bare cheeks to the needy studs. In front of him, his half-hard cock flopped free and lazily drooled precum onto the floor below. It may have drenched his forgotten tip money, but he knew none of that mattered in the face of his customers’ pleasure. “You guys like what ya see?” Sandbar giggled as he sat back onto their table, shoving aside their food and drink with his large, perky behind. “If ya want, I could totally, like, take a break and show ya what this ass could really do~” Though they may have bashfully turned him down, the strained and leaky tents in their pants was enough for Sandbar to know he was sure to get one heck of a tip before they left. And maybe a phone number or two~ Hopping off the table, Sandbar took delight in waggling his ass as he walked away, forgetting his bottom wear entirely. It was fine, one of the stallions scooped it up and stowed it away for another day. All in a day’s work for a StudBoy like Sandbar, still repping the company’s logo on a shirt that strained across his sizable, sweaty pecs and erect nipples. He couldn’t remember why he’d applied for this job in the first place, perhaps it was on a dare or he was saving up for something, but as he got distracted by his bulging muscles while passing a mirror he only knew one thing. He loved his job. And maybe Gallus would love it too~
Day 26 - Eyes (Discord)Author's Note Contains: Self-hypnosis, gooning, growth, and mirror worship. Day 26 - Eyes (Discord) Discord knew to be careful around mirrors. Reflective little bastards, even his lovely chaos had a habit of bouncing off of them and landing back on the poor Draconequus himself. Which, when it made something as hilarious as bunny ears sprout out of his head, he was perfectly fine with! Even he couldn’t resist a bit of self-serving chaos when it suited the mood. And, he had to be honest, he looked quite attractive in one. But, when it was something as simple as a quick glance into the colorful spirals of his hypnotic eyes, surely meant to be turned on Butterscotch when he finally came home from the store, it was far different. Discord didn’t know how long he’d been standing there, be it seconds, minutes, or hours. Slack jaw, mouth hanging agape and drooling as he stared unblinkingly into his own distractingly spirally eyes. It felt so good to stare into them. So good that at some point his knotted equine shaft had swollen up between his legs, throbbing with need with every heartbeat. It pulsed and ached with pleasure each time, pressing him to keep staring into the spirals of his eyes. And as he continued to stare at the spirals, his body was filled with pulsing, aching pleasure. At some point, his hands found their way to his aching sex, his paw stroking up and down the shaft while his claw fondled and stretched his full, heavy balls. Each tug and stroke was slow, achingly so, and only for the benefit of furthering his pleasure rather than pressing him towards an orgasm. No, in this moment Discord wanted nothing more than to stand there, staring into his eyes and pleasuring himself. Occasionally his eyes flicked down to the shaft within his grasp and instinct took over, snapping his claw to make his shaft larger, more sensitive, or leakier. So much so that eventually the horny draconequus was forced to his knees in front of the mirror, weighed down by a mighty package that arched into the air above him as it now begged him to stroke it. And so he did, using both claw and paw to masturbate a shaft that could put an alicorn to shame. It was no surprise then that Butterscotch found Discord like this hours later, a large puddle of precum pooling under him as he mindlessly stroked. The draconequus didn’t even look up from his self-pleasure as Butterscotch walked up behind him, uncapping a small, fragrant glass bottle that he quickly held to Discord’s nostrils. With one whiff, Discord’s slow river of precum quickly became a fountain as it sprayed against the mirror. And as Butterscotch continued to hold the bottle to Discord’s snout, his other dainty hand joined Discord’s to help him stroke.
Day 2 - Objectification (Flim, Flam, and Blueblood)Author's Note Contains: Objectification (obviously), treating a stallion like furniture, Blueblood getting what he deserves, it/its pronouns, feet, and a very leaky faucet... the faucet is Blueblood's penis. Day 2 - Objectification (Flim, Flam, and Blueblood) Flim Skim quite enjoyed his new footrest. It was an expensive, exquisite piece that he’d been more than happy to break in for his and his brother’s many uses. Perhaps a bit too rich, but Flim knew well that they could fix that and more. It would only take a bit of effort. Sanding down the rough edges was their favorite part, after all. A tastefully pristine, unstained white, the solid fluffy surface of the footrest had just the right amount of give as he pressed his bare feet deeper against it, wiggling his toes with a smug smile. “O-ough~” Ah yes, and there was one of those rough edges now. Smug smile turning malicious, Flim glared down at his footrest and clicked his tongue. “Now now, good footrests are silent.” Flim said with a shake of his head, reaching a hand down to tug the furniture’s black tail. “And your stature is sagging. Fix it.” The footrest formerly known as ‘Blueblood’ stiffened in more ways than one, biting back a moan as it corrected its posture under Flim’s tortuous soles with a smile. One would think it the perfect footstool after the correction, the only reminder of its former Equinity being the steady drip of precum from its member onto the ground. But Flim would make it clean the mess when he felt the furniture needed even more humiliation. Another stallion entered the room, Flam, which made Footstool’s formerly dominant shaft surge at the prospect of being dominated by two stallions now. And gave it a much bigger mess to clean in the near future. “And how goes our new ‘business venture,’ brother of mine?” Flam smirked, mustache bristling as he fought back a laugh at the royal, princely stallion stripped of title and turned furnishing. “Perhaps it will be much more pliable to our offer now?” Flim grinned, but stretched out lazily. He crossed his legs, relaxing them onto Footrest and putting his hands smugly behind his head. However, Footrest could feel as he pressed the heels of his large feet deep against it, making it’s sturdy back nearly buckle. “Ah, perhaps. But don’t you think it could use a bit more training?” Flam said casually, lecherous grins pulling across both his and his brother’s faces. “Hmmm, mayhaps it could introduce us to a few more pieces first.” “Oh, I feel a few more would certainly tie this room together quite well. A table, perhaps?” Flam suggested. “And a footrest of my own, I pray. We can’t let you have all the fun, after all.” “Maybe that Fancy Pants and his lovely husband would be the perfect matching set.” Flim agreed, stroking his chin thoughtfully. As both stallions laughed, Footrest felt its heart flutter and the member between its legs surge yet again.
Day 3 - Slime/Goo (Spike/King Thorax)Author's Note Contains: Goo, goop, muscle growth, an oversexed dragon, and a probably bad influence of a Changeling Day 3 - Slime/Goo (Spike/King Thorax) Spike awoke encased in a viscous green liquid. Panic struck him almost immediately, the poor dragon struggling to wiggle free despite his confinement. The thick liquid surrounding him barely allowed him to move at all, and whatever was holding both it and him was barely wide enough to allow him to spread his arms slightly. And although he was mostly sure he was vertical, his clawed feet couldn’t make purchase on whatever ground may be beneath him. Spike’s breathing hitched as claustrophobia set in, primal fear of suffocating in this goo gripping him as he feared his time might be more limited than he’d hoped. It took him another few moments of panic to realize he was breathing despite the thick liquid surrounding him. He drew in a deep breath, chest swelling and expanding with blessed and desperately needed oxygen, Spike felt himself begin to relax a bit. He’d been kidnapped before, so this wasn’t anything especially new. And all he’d have to do is wait it out. Thankfully without the panic his bonds weren’t… too terrible. The air coming from the goo was a bit stagnant, but had a sweet scent to it that Spike found strange, yet… enticing. And it was warm. A nice, relaxing heat wrapping around him, radiating through his lean musculature and thankfully giving him something to focus on despite his entrapment. And as he focused on how nice the warmth truly felt, the goo contracted and a jolt of pure pleasure rushed down Spike’s spine. His hips bucked forward and mouth opened into a moan silenced by the rush of goo flooding inside. The taste was delicious, and Spike began to instinctively swallow the thick, tasty liquid down gulp by gulp. With each swallow, another wave of pleasure rolled through him and threw his thoughts further and further off track. Any time he tried to form a coherent thought and try to stop swallowing, another throb of pleasure fried it and replaced it with burning white-hot lust. But that wasn’t the only thing hot and burning, an intense heat brewing deep in the dragon’s slightly distended belly. It slowly trickled out into his muscles and, with every pleasure-fueled flex and throb of them, they swelled larger and larger on the increasingly studly dragon. Time lost all meaning in the face of this brain-numbing, body-swelling pleasure. Seconds, minutes, hours, and maybe even days bled together as Spike’s whole body throbbed and vibrated with pure feeling. But all at once, it ended. The wall in front of him peeled open, both goo and Spike flowing out onto the floor in front of a very pleased Changeling King. “Oh, there’s my favorite ‘little’ dragon~” Thorax crooned, kneeling down to stroke Spike’s head. Spike placed a large mit of a claw on Thorax’s shoulder, using him to stand up… And up. And up. Looming over Thorax even as he hunched over, the muscular beast that was Spike stared down at him with eyes glazed over with lust. “Spike… want…” Spike growled. Spike’s eyes followed Thorax as he too stood, drawing close to the massive dragon and bringing both hands to his hugely swollen pecs. Deft fingers stroked against and tugged at large, hugely erect nipples. Spike growled louder, grabbing Thorax by the hips and drawing him in close, flashing a very toothy predatory grin.
Day 5 - One for All (Prince Artemis)Author's Note Contains: Dreamwalking, a prince in several compromising positions, and several needy anonymous stallions Day 5 - One for All (Prince Artemis) Traversing through the dreamscape was Prince Artemis’ favorite way to spend his nights. Flowing from dream to dream, making adjustments to ensure his subjects were having the best dreams they could, was the most fulfilling time he could spend. It may have been a thankless job, but it was one he did with ease and without distraction. Er, with little distraction. You see, whenever Artemis traversed the dreamscape he felt a certain pull on his attention. One, or very usually dozens, of pulls to his attention. Several of his subjects all dreaming one specific dream. All dreaming of Prince Artemis. While not normally one to ignore a request from his adoring audience, he knew that if his focus slipped towards one of them- He was on his knees, his own smaller hands groping and playing at his body while a large cock slid deep in and out of his mouth. As the dreamer pumped his shaft down Artemis’ throat, the prince found himself meeting the thrusts in kind. His head moved on the dreamer’s command, fucking his own throat on every inch of the impressive stallionhood, He couldn’t help but moan out at the sensation, unable to tell if it was the dreamer’s will or his own. It was enough to make him lose his focus, finding himself instead standing tall above a submissive stallion, hips hammering away at his bubbly behind as he used a shaft much larger than the one he had in the waking world to break the dreamer. He held a leash in his hand, roughly tugging it at the dreamer’s desire. He could do nothing else but fulfill the dreamer’s want and will even as he found himself stripping in front of an audience of stallions, twirling around a pole with deft precision and paying attention to the specific stallion that had drawn him there. Leaning in close, Artemis bounced on his master’s cock, moaning out lewdly as he leaked precum all over his cute maid uniform. Or perhaps he was a student, his diminutive shaft locked in chastity at his teacher’s request. Or a muscular gym rat, flexing and showing himself off for his dreamer’s lusty gaze. Or even an image in a magazine, frozen in position as his dreamer masturbated mindlessly over him with fervent desire. So many roles, so many conflicting desires of his needy audience that swept over him like a raging river. Uncontrollably fulfilling each and every fantasy his dreamers had featuring him, pure pleasure blurring the gaps between each dream until they all blended together in a cacophony of desires. The only constant that remained was the fact that no matter how much pleasure wracked his brain… He would only be able to cum come morning.
Day 6 - Defeat (Lightning Dust/Spitfire)Author's Note Contains: Bad end, the end of the Wonderbolts, null bulges, humiliation, and light stepping Day 6 - Defeat (Lightning Dust/Spitfire) “Y’know? This is a good look on you, Cap’n! I bet you’re happy you lost that race!” Lightning Dust’s voice crooned as he smirked down at Spitfire, lifting the kneeling stallion’s chin with a finger. Spitfire wasn’t kneeling at his own fruition, forced into the position by the latex suit he was forced into wearing. A flight suit similar to one he wore as a Wonderbolt, but black and green to befit the victorious stallion standing before him. His new Washouts uniform pulled tight against his body, tighter than his former loser Wonderbolts suit, and the material was far warmer and thicker. As thick as it was, there was no part thicker than between his legs. A heavy bulge sprung from the formerly proud captain’s crotch, twitching and throbbing as it demanded and begged for attention. Despite this, no matter how much his poor hands ground against it, he could feel nothing but more than a bit of pressure against it. “Ah-ah! No touching!” Lightning Dust smiled maliciously as he grabbed both of Spitfire’s hands and raised them above his head. “Now, what do you say to Master?” “G…” Spitfire sputtered, trying to force himself to bite back the words before they flowed right out of his mouth. “Good Wondersluts obey Master Lightning Dust!” The very words made Spitfire whimper, bucking his hips upwards ineffectually into his hands. To this, Lightning Dust couldn’t help but laugh out proudly. In the midst of his laughter, he lifted a heavy boot, pressing it hard into the submissive stallion’s null bulge and making him moan out in pleasure. “Gooooood Slutfire~” Lightning Dust snickered, lifting his boot higher and roughly forcing Spitfire onto the ground with a press to his chest. “Again!” “Good Wondersluts obey Master Lightning Dust!” “Again!” “Good Wondersluts obey Master Lightning Dust!” “Such a good little loser. Already learned your place.” Lightning Dust smiled, again pressing his boot hard into the bulge beneath him. “Maybe, if you’re good enough, I’ll let you show little Soarin’ how it’s done~”
Day 7 - Power Reversal (Prince Blueblood/Big Macintosh)Author's Note Contains: Just a simple stallion turning the tables on a rich unicorn Day 7 - Power Reversal (Prince Blueblood/Big Macintosh) “And as you watch this little trick, I’m sure you’ll become a bit more… agreeable to my terms.” Blueblood dangled a golden pocket watch above the table between himself and Big Mac, allowing it to sway back and forth in his magic as he lifted it to the earth pony’s face. Big Macintosh’s green eyes naturally followed the movement of the watch, to which Blueblood smirked at the lesser pony’s immediate lack of resistance. He would have laughed if it wouldn’t have thrown the entire mood off. So, he just settled for letting the watch sway in between their gazes as he readied his greatest weapon. “You see, it’s easy to be agreeable when watching a watch like this drift back and forth before your eyes.” Blueblood’s sonorous voice crooned, drawing out each word commandingly as his will pressed against Big Mac’s own. “And a voice like mine? You can’t help but… obey, correct? Nod that dumb little head of yours if you agree.” Blueblood nodded, a motion that Big Macintosh mirrored soon after. Blueblood’s focus was on keeping the golden watch swaying back and forth, so he couldn’t see the look on the dense stallion’s face. But he was sure it looked positively delectable. “Good, good. Now that you’re dropping so deeply into delicious obedience, perhaps we can get this mess sorted.” Eyes never leaving the pocket watch’s sway, Blueblood slid a paper across the table. “You will sign this contract. And then you can kiss my feet in apology for being so very difficult.” “Nope.” Blueblood blinked, the sway of the pocket watch faltering momentarily as the sheer simplicity of the denial caught him off guard. He was so thrown off, both by the word and by getting the sway back on tempo, that it allowed Big Macintosh a moment to respond. And he laughed, a low and slow sound that was more charming than mocking. “You fancy folks all think y’all can come on down and try to pull one over on us simple folk.” The stallion’s voice was deep, low, and commanding as it entered Blueblood's ears. “But it ain’t too hard to see you’re losin’ focus. Too busy listening to yourself, you don’t even realize you’re dropping with a snap.” A finger snap punctuated Big Mac’s sentence, Blueblood’s head drooping as if dozing off in his chair. A spark of resistance still shone in his bright blue eyes despite this, though those same eyes still tracked the golden pocket watch he held aloft. “C-commoners like you should-” “Rich folks like you should just shut up.” Big Macintosh snapped again, temper briefly flaring. “None of y’all ever worked a damn day in your life, so how’s about we change that? How about you work like a ‘commoner’ on the farm and make some of your own money for once? Sound good?” “S-sounds horrible!” Blueblood whimpered, his voice small and weak. “You can’t just-” Big Macintosh snapped again. And the golden watch clattered to the table, scooped up in Big Mac’s large hand as he stowed it away in his pocket. “Now, you can get this back when you’ve earned it back. Until then?” A sly and malicious smirk grew across his face as he kicked off his boots. “Go on and kiss my feet. On account of you bein’ so ‘difficult’.”
Day 8 - On Display (Spike/Elusive)Author's Note Contains: A dragon on display, public displays of lewdness, and a lot of teasing Day 8 - On Display (Spike/Elusive) “Oh, raise those arms for me, won’t you darling?” Spike followed Elusive's order without question or sound, raising lightly muscled arms and placing his hands behind his head. He didn't care that this displayed his mostly naked chest to the crowd before him, nor that Elusive's hands seemed to immediately begin playing at his perky, feminine chest. “As you all can see,” Elusive continued, thumbs raking heavily against the small diamond-shaped stickers barely covering Spike's nipples, “No amount of budging will make these tasteful pasties come off. Both sexy and useful, they come with a few far more… fun features.” A sly grin grew across Elusive’s face as his long horn lit up a brilliant blue that matched his eyes. His magic wrapped its way around Spike’s nipple coverings, tickling and warming the surely furiously erect nipples. And then the vibration started. A loud hum rang out through the room, paired by a poorly muffled moan from Spike as he fell to his knees. Arms still locked above his head, Spike was unable to cover himself up as he kneeled in front of the audience. The dual vibrations on his sensitive nipples sent pleasure raging through him and wracked his cute little body with twitches and shivers. But he was a good mannequin, and he needed to display Elusive’s wonderful talents to the audience. Despite the embarrassed blush across his face, and the needy and barely contained bucks of his hips, he remained in place for his Sir and his audience. “That seems useful~” “I could certainly use them myself.” “The pasties or the dragon?” Seeing the audience drinking it in brought a grin to Elusive’s face. He knelt down behind his little Spike and wrapped his arms around the dragon’s waist. One hand went to grope his sensitive, perky pec while the other dragged itself achingly slowly down Spike’s stomach before stroking at the bulge that had grown in his shorts. “A good way to give your lovely submissive a nice treat for being such a good boy~” Elusive said as he gave Spike’s cheek a kiss. “And you can see just how my lovely Spikey enjoys it right here!” Hooking a thumb in the waistband of Spike’s shorts, Elusive dragged them down so that the dragon’s large cock flopped free and twitched itself hard into the fresh air. Whimpering slightly, Spike still did nothing to hide himself or his aching erection. Hands on his head, all he had to be was something for Elusive’s audience to stare at, and their stares were all he desired.
Day 9 - Sci-Fi/Machines (Sprout/Hitch)Author's Note Contains: Not a lot to be honest but I'm still gonna write a long sentence here to make people think this one is kinky or something... how's your day? are you eating well? I just had some Pringles. Day 9 - Sci-Fi/Machines (Sprout/Hitch) “So, you said this was supposed to… protect us from unicorns?” Although Sprout couldn’t see the lack of belief on Hitch’s face, he could certainly hear it in his voice. And, although Hitch couldn’t see the roll of Sprout’s eyes, the smaller red stallion made sure to make it clear with a loud scoff. “Uh, duh.” Sprout scoffed again, loudly, as he crossed his arms across his chest. “You just strap one of these bad boys on one of their heads, turn it on, and it makes them like, super totally obedient to you!” The ‘bad boy’ in question was a helmet that rested on Sprout’s head, covering his eyes with a thick screen. A veritable mess of metal and technology with dangerous looking wires wrapped haphazardly around it and plugged into odd ports around the room, it was clear this was a prototype far from its surely sleek final form. And yet, that didn’t stop Sprout from wearing it with a cocky smirk pointed where he assumed Hitch was standing. He had full faith in his mother’s tech, so he felt he had nothing to worry about. Hitch took a step forward, knocking on the sturdy metal helmet to a resounding sound that made Sprout jump. “Yeah sure. But how are we going to get it on them when they do show up? It’s not like they’re gonna put them on themselves.” Sprout waved a hand dismissively, his smirk only growing more cocky and punchable. “The helmet launcher is still in development. But we’re basically gonna shoot the helmets at the unicorns and they’re gonna lock on. Then when they try and take ‘em off,” Sprout placed his hands on the helmet to demonstrate, pulling on it ineffectually as if it were indeed locked on his head, “The safety feature is gonna trigger and-” A telltale click made both stallions freeze. The helmet began to whurr loudly and the screen visor blocking Sprout’s vision flickered to life. And then the light in the room dimmed as a jolt of electricity struck Sprout right between his eyes, unfocusing his eyes to stare directly at the spiral on the screen ahead of him. “Dumb ponies obey.” “You are submissive to Superior Earth Ponies.” “Allen, please add subliminal.” “Dumb, drooling, distracted dumbass.” As Sprout’s jaw went slack at the flashing words on the screen, a dumb moan escaping along with a strand of drool, Hitch could only shake his head. Maybe he could keep his friend like this for bit. At least until he’s learned his lesson.
Day 10 - Center of Attention (King Sombra)Author's Note A guest theme from the list of Slippery Slope's Hypnovember event! Contains: a shadow king strutting his stuff, hypnotic dancing, and a the only gala I'd love to be at~ Day 10 - Center of Attention (King Sombra) A spotlight and thumping club beat drew all attention to the stage. No one at the Grand Galloping Gala had knew when the lights had begun to dim, but it ensured that every eye in the room was focused on the center platform and the alluring form of its single occupant: King Sombra. One hand gripping the metal pole that had risen from the ground out of nowhere, perhaps by the dark king’s own magic, Sombra looked over his audience with a cool, calculated smirk. The king wore very little, and what he did wear left little to the imagination. A dark red vest that accentuated his impressive musculature, drawing the eye downwards to his solid abs and deceptively feminine hips. A tight pair of leggings that shone a beautiful rainbow in the light, and certainly didn’t do anything to hide the hefty bulge in between his thick thighs. And it was clear from the obvious outline that underwear had never entered the equation. A murmur crept through the crowd, barely audible over the overwhelming thrum of the music worming its way into everyone’s ears and ensuring all eyes stayed on Sombra. But any objection was quickly hushed as Sombra began to move to the beat. His movements began slowly, sensually, with the stallion swaying his hips to the time of the music as he walked his way around the pole. He needed to ensure every stud present got a good view of his breathtaking form. He stopped in the view of one particular stallion, a small and mousey young thing who looked as if Sombra was the first stud to ever truly arouse him. A smirk lit Sombra’s face like the heavy blush lit the stallion’s, the tall, dark stallion turning to face the pole he’d been strutting around and flashing his prey with the sight of his large, muscular ass. And then Sombra dropped his hips down, both hands gripping the pole as he pressed his chest against it and arched his back lewdly. Already pulling his pants taut while standing, Sombra’s tantalizing bubble butt actively strained the shimmering fabric and threatened its integrity as he pressed it out towards the audience in general and the poor, horny stallion in particular. As Sombra looked back with a teasing, cocky smirk, the tell-tale bulge and wet spot in the stud’s pants let him know it was more than effective. As it was, Sombra was no longer a stallion but an object of desire. An object that they desired. One would think Sombra a changeling by the way he drank in the love and adoration of his attentive audience. It filled him, fueled him, and drove his own bulge to swelling in the tightness of his pants. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of the quickly tightening pants, to the drooling of several of the audience members, Sombra revealed the very hint of his arousal at being stared at and adored. And all he could think about was more.
Day 11 - Trigger (Spike/Rumble)Author's Note A semi-sequel to Spike At Your Service, a story I've been trying to write a third chapter to for... four years! Contains: Public lewdness, Spike being humiliated (and loving it), a bit of foot play?, a bulgy dragon, and a restaurant surely about to get much hotter. It's fine, Ponyville is cool with it. Day 11 - Trigger (Spike/Rumble) “Aw, who’s my good dragon?” The resulting bolt of pleasure from Rumble’s words made Spike freeze in place, back arching in his chair and hips twitching as he let out a needy moan. His claws clamped over his mouth a moment later, blushing furiously as he realized what had just happened. Now, normally Spike would enjoy being treated like this by his master boyfriend, but… In the mostly crowded restaurant, many eyes staring at the poor overstimulated dragon, Spike couldn’t help but light up with a bright blush and shrink down in his seat. All the while, Rumble relaxed in his seat with a sly little smirk, casually sipping his drink as he ignored the prying eyes around. His focus was on Spike and Spike alone. Setting his drink down, Rumble’s grin grew as he leaned over the table towards his draconic lover. “Spikey, no need to be rude. Good dragons sit up proudly~” On command, Spike corrected his posture and sat up in his seat with his back straight and his claws politely folded in his lap. He held his head up high, a sense of pride trickling in and mixing with the intense embarrassment that was clear from his blush. Now the stares from the ponies around felt less horribly embarrassing and more… enticingly so. “Rumbleeeeee~” Spike whined, his voice dripping with lust as his claws braced a growing bulge in his nicest dress pants. “Come on! Ponies are staring!” “Let ‘em stare~” Rumble crooned, kicking off a sneaker under the table and lifting his leg to press his socked foot against Spike’s clothed bulge. “Good dragons love the attention after all~ Doesn’t it feel so good to be stared at, Spikey?” Rumble smirked as he felt the bulge immediately grow underfoot, swelling with blood and arousal at his command. And Spike immediately knew Rumble was right, his back arching in pleasure as the continued stares sparked a massive boost of lust through his body. With all of the blood going south to where it’d be more useful, his brain felt foggier as his body grew hot and sweaty. The poor dragon whimpered, claws moving to grip the seat as his hips instinctively pressed up against the foot between his legs. A devilish smirk still on his face, Rumble leaned in closer to Spike and narrowed his gaze. “Well, how would my good dragon like to show off… a bit more?” A now unbidden moan poured over Spike’s lips, unable to respond any other way than a needy nod. His body thrummed with pleasure, shaking as his claws began to stroke his thighs with strong desire. And it took everything in him to not bust in his underwear, right under the lustful eyes of a crowd of ponies enjoying a show. “You’re so cute like this, Spikey~” Rumble giggled, pressing his foot harder against Spike’s throbbing bulge for a moment before pulling it away. “Good dragons are proud of their sexy bodies and love to show off~”
Day 12 - Drug/Chemical (Butterscotch/Discord)Author's Note Contains: Drug use, poppers, gooning, a sexually repressed Butterscotch getting freed, and a brewing addiction. Day 12 - Drug/Chemical (Butterscotch/Discord) Butterscotch was never one to snoop. It was a nasty little habit that he usually couldn’t abide by, the slim yellow pegasus figuring that he wouldn’t want anyone poking through his stuff. Though, they’d be hard pressed to find anything particularly scandalous from Butterscotch, as he was far more boring and vanilla than any stallion he knew. But, when Discord left his pocket dimension open while out causing mischief around town with Rainbow Blitz and Bubble Berry, the urge to snoop only seemed to grow more and more apparent. A niggling feeling quickly growing to a burning urge. Discord’s pocket dimension was currently sparse, just a bed for when he wasn’t in the mood to snake his way into Butterscotch’s own, a mirror to satiate his more narcissistic desires, a few books on friendship that Dusk Shine had gifted him, and the small nightstand that Discord used to hold said books. It wasn’t anything Butterscotch hadn’t seen before in his visits What did attract his attention, however, was the bottle that sat atop the nightstand. A tiny little glass bottle labeled ‘Dissy’s Special Stuff’, easily palmable even in Butterscotch’s dainty hands, but too opaque to see what was within. And leaning against it, in Discord’s trademark chicken scratch handwriting, read: “Sniff me~ <3” Butterscotch rolled his eyes. The note was cute, but this was clearly one of Discord’s pranks. Even while out having fun with his friends, he still found time to try and make Butterscotch’s life more… chaotic. And he had to admit, the mystery was pretty enticing. He picked up the bottle, confirming that its contents were liquid with a small shake. It was sealed with a safety twist-off cap, keeping both the liquid and the seemingly important scent from leaking out. Popping it open and bringing it to his nose, Butterscotch was taken aback by the first whiff of a heady chemical scent that made his eyes water and his nose scrunch. He wrenched the bottle away from his face, reeling from the overwhelming scent. But his brain grew a bit fuzzy as the effects of the smell finally hit it, Butterscotch breathing out a huff as the need for another huff quickly grew along with a heavy heat. He didn’t hesitate to lift the bottle right back to his nose again, taking in a deep breath while his free hand traced the outline of the bulge in his pants. The effects were almost immediate, the stallion’s brain fogging over even more than before as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. He began to pant needily as both the heat and his desire grew too much for him to handle. He needed to strip. He needed to stroke. He needed to huff. Night had long since fallen by the time Discord finally made his way home. Elated from a day that had gone far better than he’d planned, he wasted no time in approaching the door to his pocket dimension that he’d ‘accidentally’ left open for Butterscotch to find. Taking a peek inside, the draconequus was positively delighted with what he saw. Hunched in front of the mirror, legs spread wide and mouth agape as he took in every inch of his own body, a completely nude Butterscotch masturbated feverishly while letting out moans far lewder than Discord would ever expect from him. His feminine hand wrapped around his large cock, rapidly sliding up and down the precum slick rod as the usually reserved pegasus made a mess all over himself with it. His other hand gripped a small bottle of what Discord knew to be the most potent poppers his chaos could muster, occasionally bringing it up to his nose to huff and make sure his brain stayed as fried as it was. While Butterscotch stopped being able to smell anything but chemicals hours ago, Discord could certainly smell masculine stench that overpowered the room. His shy little Butterscotch had been sweating and stroking for so long that the scent of his musk had permeated the entirety of Discord’s pocket dimension. And Butterscotch showed no signs of slowing, turning to look at Discord with glassy eyes as drool leaked from his mouth. A large, dumb grin pulled across his face, leaning back to display his fat cock as his hips bucked up into his fist. As he watched Butterscotch fuck his own fist, lewdly enjoying being on display without any humiliation, or perhaps because of it, Discord felt his own shaft swelling up quickly. Perhaps he and Butterscotch could share a bottle…
Day 13 - Sluttification (Sunburst)Author's Note Contains: Breeding slut Sunburst, aphrodisiacs gone wrong, and a stud in heat. Maybe two. Eventually. Day 13 - Sluttification (Sunburst) Sunburst’s body was burning up. It had been for a few days now, in fact. It wasn’t a fever like he’d suspected and tried to treat on the first day, bedrest and soup and all that. Instead, it was… “G-guh~” A feverish need to breed. Or to be bred. His body couldn’t quite decide, his hips humping heavily into the air of his bedroom, flopping his drooling cock around and getting precum everywhere, while his ass and quivering hole begged for something to be slid deep between his cheeks. And his fingers weren’t enough, nor was a fist, to quench the burning desire to be filled and fucked deep. Rolling over with a whimper, he couldn’t help but pose how his body desired. Namely, face-down, ass-up with his sizable ass swaying back and forth as an enticing advertisement. Below him, his throbbing and iron-hard shaft made a mess of the sheets underneath him, precum forming a puddle to join the several others that had practically ruined his bedding. A heavy, mind-numbing musk filled the air that ensured Sunburst’s brain stayed pent-up and horny if the overwhelming need to rut his brains out and heightened sensitivity from not cumming hadn’t already. All Sunburst wanted was to make a potion that kept him hard for longer while increasing his sensitivity, curves, and stamina just a touch. But a few too many scoops of Poison Joke for taste, as well as the use of a magically born dragon’s cum as opposed to a naturally born one’s, he got far more than he was bargaining for. Now his body couldn’t tell whether it wanted to be a breeding bull, driving all his thoughts into his fat and drooling cock, or a submissive cumslut who needed to be bred, making his ass and mouth feel empty without something shoved deep inside. Letting out another, heavier moan, Sunburst reached a hand back to spread his cheeks wide in hopes that, somehow, this would alleviate the heat that filled him. “Sunburst, are you home?” Shining Armor’s voice echoed through his house. And right into Sunburst’s cock and hole, every inch of him throbbing with need as a deep, masculine voice signaled that he was sure to get fucked soon. Although embarrassment of his predicament filled him, his hips swayed even harder as he used both hands now to spread his cheeks and reveal his aching, pre-lubed asshole as he pointed his rear towards the door. “Dear Solaris, what is that smell?” Shining asked, his voice growing ever closer to the bedroom to Sunburst’s delight. “Sunny, what are you-” The question stopped in Shining’s throat as he opened Sunburst’s bedroom door to see the unicorn in his compromising position. For a moment, Sunburst was worried that his attractive advertisement would be too much for the prince. But, as his nose detected a more overpoweringly masculine musk coming from behind him, he waggled his ass more with delight.
Day 14 - Resistance (Flash Sentry/Changeling)Author's Note The base idea for today came from a comment left by Tounicoon. Though it may have ended up a lot more non-con than they might have liked. Contains: A lot of non-con! Forced oral, premature ejaculation, a very Fuckboy Flash Sentry, perhaps a bit of SPH, Changeling magic fuckery, body-swapping, and just a touch of growth. The physical kind, not any emotional kinds. Day 14 - Resistance (Flash Sentry/Changeling) The cell door rattled open loudly, drawing the attention of the sole prisoner within: A small, lithe, and very nude Changeling male. All he could do was look up, the restraints binding his hands behind his back joining with the ones that locked his feet to the ground and forced him to kneel before the stallion that entered. A tall, bulky stallion dressed in the standard guard uniform. Removing his helmet immediately, tossing it to the floor with a heavy clatter, it revealed his dark blue mane and smugly smirking orange face. A face that he brought down to meet the changeling’s as he kneeled with him. Despite his kneeling, he still loomed above the smaller stallion. A dominance that he enforced as he grabbed the changeling’s chin in one callused hand, bringing it up so the both were eye-to-eye. “Good morning, little Lucy.” Flash Sentry said as he stroked the changeling’s chin with a thumb. “You ready for another thick morning meal?” Luciferin didn’t speak, only breaking the hold Flash had on his chin and nodding his head back towards his restraints. Flash Sentry laughed as he stood, pulling out a ring of keys from his waistband and twirling them in his fingers. “Aw, of course I can free you, sweetheart! But you know how much I love seeing you like this. No matter how many times I see it.” Taking his time to walk behind the changeling, Flash admired the view of his plump behind and was unable to stop himself from copping a feel before undoing the chains binding him. Now free, the changeling slightly shifted to a more comfortable position, but remained kneeling with hands cupping his knees. Flash Sentry wasted no time in undressing, practically throwing his armor to the side and stepping out of his underclothes in a hurry. The only thing he took his time with was his underwear, walking closer to the changeling as he slid his briefs down to reveal a… rather unimpressive member. Even as it throbbed and swelled into the open air, it looked to be more of a mouthful than a throat swabber. But, as credit to Flash’s impressive ego, the smug look on his face would make you think he was packing fourteen inches, not four. A four he was happy to shove against Luciferin’s lips. “Go on, you know the drill.” Flash smirked, smearing the changeling’s lips with what little precum he leaked out in his arousal. With an internal sigh, the changeling opened his mouth to allow the small member within. It invaded roughly, Flash bucking his hips and pressing his musky crotch right up against the changeling’s nose. Luciferin put in only the slightest bit of effort, wrapping his lips around the shaft and allowing Flash to essentially fuck his face with what little he’d been given. For what it was worth, at least Flash’s intense lust bled into him, filling him a burning heat and energy. And at least it didn’t last long. Just a few minutes of a rough pounding into his mouth, and Luciferin already felt his mouth being filled with small, watery spurts of cum. Looking up, he could see the most unpleasant look of ecstasy on Flash’s face, his teeth bared and his eyes rolled back with a loud grunt. Falling back onto his ass and leaning back, Flash Sentry breathed out a joyous sigh of relief as he rested back against the cold floor of the cell. With his captor distracted, Luciferin slowly stood up from his kneeling position. His body may have ached and the taste in his mouth may have been awful, but he managed to build the energy of the lust that had been building within him to light his horn. Two green flames ignited, one surrounding Luciferin while the other surrounded Flash Sentry’s prone form. After a moment of erupting flame, Flash Sentry stood tall and stretched with a wide grin while Luciferin lay prone on the ground in post-orgasmic bliss. “Alright, little Lucy, it’s time to lock you back up.” Flash said with a cocky grin, hoisting the changeling up and placing him back into position in the center of the room. For his part, Luciferin struggled against the larger stallion’s grasp. Though, it quickly proved ineffective. “W-wait, what’s going on?” He asked, his voice weak and meager as his ankles were chained to the ground. “Why are you-” Flash shushed him with a finger, his other hand holding both of the changeling’s wrists behind his back. A quick click of shackles, and he made his way to the nude changeling’s front and kneeled down before him. Flash Sentry pressed his forehead against Luciferin’s own, and a spark of electricity jolted the changeling right between the eyes. Standing back up, Flash smirked maliciously. “Now, what was your name again?” “Luciferin!” The changeling shouted, though his eyes went wide seconds later. He shook his head, mouth agape as he continued to mutter his name for several moments before looking back up at Flash with worry. “What did you-” “And what is your job?” Luciferin pursed his lips, his mind buzzing with potent anxiety as he tried to steady his thoughts. ‘Royal Guard for Princess Celestia. Royal Guard for Princess Celestia. Please just say you’re a royal guard.’ “Breeding drone.” He said after a few moments. “For her majesty, Queen Chrysalis.” As the changeling fell silent, Flash Sentry gave him a gentle pat on the head. “Good Lucy~ I think I’ll give you a treat tomorrow. After all, it’s lucky number 40!” Flash Sentry laughed loudly as he roughly pushed the changeling’s head away while standing up. He slowly redressed himself, all the while making a point to look directly at the locked up Luciferin as he did so. Once fully dressed, he took his key ring and twirled it on a finger. “Now, don’t go anywhere!” Flash cackled as he exited the cell and locked the door behind him. Looking at the lone changeling held within, he gave his best smug smirk. “I think I’m gonna enjoy our little arrangement a lot more from this end, sweetheart. Especially if I…” Flash trailed off, instead bringing his arms up to flex. As he did so, his already decent musculature swelled within his uniform until he was straining it as he moved. And, bringing his hands down to cup his impressively lacking and mostly unnoticeable bulge, he let it swell until a meaty shaft snaked down one of his pant legs while a sizable bulge remained in the center. With a final wave, Flash began to walk away. “Sweet dreams, slut~ I’ll see you tomorrow!”
Day 15 - Matter Over Mind (Zecoro/Big Macintosh)Author's Note This idea was provided by a friend. Contains: A very loose take on the idea, naked Zecoro, forced rhymes, dancing studs, and Big Mac losing his inhibitions as well as his clothes. Day 15 - Matter Over Mind (Zecoro/Big Macintosh) There was a drumming coming from the edge of Everfree Forest. It was a loud, rhythmic beat that easily wormed its way into the ears of its listener, and simple enough that they couldn’t help but hum, step, or simply move to its enforced tempo. Big Macintosh was one such stallion caught in its simple spell, bobbing his head to its beat as he traversed the edge of the forest in the middle of the night, intending on heading to Butterscotch’s cabin for… purely innocent reasons. He hadn’t even realized he’d been caught in its spell, edging ever closer to the noise as he walked. He still intended to make his way to the cute little pegasus stallion, but perhaps a detour was in order. Just to see who was setting that beautiful rhythm and get it out of his head. Following the sound in earnest, even entering the forest to do so, Big Mac quickly happened upon a small clearing surrounded by trees. In the center of the clearing, a small, warm fire lit up the darkness. And around it, a zebra stallion danced while tapping at a drum he held under his arm. Every now and then he threw a plant or powder attached to the drum into the fire, making it flash into new and distracting colors and emit a sweet smoke. But Big Mac’s eyes were mostly focused on his rhythmic movements, the swaying and shifting of his sweaty, mostly nude muscular form being more than enough to draw his attention. But what really enraptured every bit of the large farmer stallion’s attention was what little clothing the zebra was wearing. Zecoro’s leather loincloth flapped wildly as he danced, doing nothing to hide the impressive length of his flaccid member to anyone who wished to stare. And Big Macintosh certainly couldn’t help but do so, the continued rhythm in the air and the hypnotic movements that matched it only narrowing his focus. It took Zecoro a few more moments to realize that he had a visitor. Not missing a step in his dance, he gave a coy smirk to the blushing stallion. “Ah, dear Macintosh, has my ritual drawn you near?” The zebra’s deep voice resounded in the quiet clearing, a sweet and jovial tone that snaked its way into Big Macintosh’s ears. “Please, join me in my dance, there’s no need to fear.” Big Mac took a step forwards, but was quickly stopped as Zecoro shook his head. “Oh no, my handsome friend, I don’t mean to be rude.” His eyes narrowed as his smile grew lewdly. “But if you join me in this merriment, you must be completely nude. Abandon your clothes and display yourself for the night. Shed your inhibitions and display for all your might.” It wasn’t a question of whether Big Mac would strip for the zebra or not, his hands already reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it up over his head. Then unbuckling his belt, removing his jeans, kicking off his boots and his socks. With each article of clothing removed, Big Macintosh felt lighter and freer as the rhythmic drumming felt like it enveloped him. But, as he hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his underwear, he hesitated. Zecoro swayed close to Big Mac in response. “My friend, why do you slow? As you can probably see…” He used his free hand to lift his loincloth, revealing a quickly erecting member to the farmer stallion. “I am quite enjoying the show.” Big Mac’s hands slid his underwear down without further hesitation, revealing his own sizable shaft to an astonished Zecoro. Stepping out of the pile of clothing, pressing into the warm zebra stallion, he felt far freer than he’d ever done before. Work, stress, chores, and more felt locked away by the drumming that resounded in his head, driving his body to move in time with it in earnest now. Taking the large stud’s hand and pulling him towards the fire, Zecoro smirked with true desire and a throb between his legs. And, together, they danced through the night.
Day 16 - Old vs Young (Sunburst/Gallus)Author's Note Contains: Role reversal, paws, a griffo in chastity, paws, and the author wondering if he's into... paws. Day 16 - Old vs Young (Sunburst/Gallus) Gallus smirked as he entered Sunburst’s office. His hips swayed as he approached his desk, flopping down into the seat across from him and kicking his paws up on the desk that separated them. Sunburst briefly looked up from the papers he was grading to glare at the cocky griffon, shaking his head before returning to his work. “Nice to see you, Gallus. You’re just out of office hours, so I take it this isn’t academic?” Gallus shrugged cooly, a smug smirk still plastered across his beak. “Nah, just wanted to visit my favorite Vice Headmare and show him something I found on my phone.” As if to prove something, he pulled a beat up old phone with a cracked screen out of his pocket, tossing it onto the table right next to his slowly flexing paws. Rolling his eyes, Sunburst let out a sigh as he set his pen aside to fully regard Gallus. In doing so, he lit his magic to remove the griffon’s paws from his antique wooden desk. “Will this take long? I still need to grade…” He looked down, scanning over the current paper: Sandbar’s treatise on the benefits of working as a StudTM with attached pre-filled application. And it wasn’t even accurate, as the himbo had got his sizes all wrong. There was no way he was only 10 inches. Pushing the paper away from himself, Sunburst clasped his hands in front of him while trying to hide his displeased expression, “I suppose that can wait. What was it you wanted to show me?” “Just a little video.” Gallus said casually, picking up his phone and tapping in his password with his sharp claws. “Sandbar loved it so much he watched it for hours, so I figured you might like it too.” “That lovable himbo loves everything, so we’ll see.” Sunburst grumbled, leaning across his desk with eyes on Gallus’ phone. “This better not be another cat video.” “Eh, something like that.” Gallus shrugged as he turned his phone around. Sunburst’s eyes were immediately assaulted by a bright blue and pink spiral that flashed in a way that drew attention while forcing the viewer to stare. Deep within, a rapidly changing text flashed by too fast to consciously read while lingering long enough for the subconscious to pick up. “You worship paws.” “Dumb unicorns drool for paws.” “Paw addict.” “Only hard for paws~” Seeing Sunburst lean in closer, Gallus grinned. “Like what you see?” “It’s cute. Definitely a good effort.” Sunburst leaned back in his seat with a smile, raising a hand. “But I think it’d be cuter if you drop for me, Gally.” With a resounding snap, Gallus’ phone dropped to the table before he could respond. His beak went slack and his eyes unfocused, though still tracked Sunburst as he stood from his seat. “You’ll just have to try a bit harder to catch me off guard. Although…” Despite himself, Sunburst looked under the table at Gallus’ slowly flexing paws, a bit fixated on them as he watched their gentle movements and wished he could see their beautiful pink pads. Shaking his head moments later, a bit of a laugh as he rubbed his eyes, he looked Gallus in his glazed blue eyes. “Gally, report!” Gallus shot up to his paws in an instant, bringing a claw up to salute Sunburst while the other gripped the strangely firm bulge in his shorts. “Gally is sixteen days uncummed, sir! Gally has been humping his pillow nightly like you’ve asked, sir!” “And do any of your friends know about your little… predicament?” Sunburst asked, walking around his desk to take a good look at Gallus. “Just Sandbar, sir!” Gallus admitted, then pursed his lips. “Gally hoped he’d help, but all he wants to do is tease Gally about it!” Sunburst cracked a smile at this, ideas percolating in the kinky unicorn’s mind of perhaps turning the newly dumbed himbo into a big, dommy jock instead. But, he returned his focus to Gallus. “Good Gally~ Now, let me inspect.” On command, Gallus quickly undid his belt and dropped his shorts. Surprising Sunburst, the griffon had neglected to wear any underwear underneath, instead letting the only thing covering his bits be the metal chastity cage Sunburst had forced him to wear. It was a simple metal device that wrapped his sheath up tight, only allowing the drooling red tip of his cock greet the air and make a mess of Gallus’ clothes. Kneeling down, Sunburst grabbed Gallus’ package in both of his hands. One traced along the metal of the cage keeping the poor griffon contained, while the other hefted his swollen, heavy balls. The first checked the magic holding the device together, while the other was only meant to tease and further torment. “Well, looks like it’ll hold for the rest of the month.” Sunburst sighed, groaning a bit as he stood from his kneeling position. “As for next month, I’m not sure what I’ll do with you. But for now, I think you deserve a punishment.” While Gallus was distracted by a jolt of pleasure at the prospect of punishment, Sunburst grabbed the griffon’s phone from the desk. He tapped against it for a few moments, struggling a bit at the technology, but shoved it in Gallus’ face after he decided he was finished. “Watch this for me ‘til I tell you to stop.” Sunburst decided, letting Gallus grab it in shaking claws before returning to his comfortable desk chair. “Be a good Gally and obey~” The spiral Gallus had made for Sunburst quickly battered against his already vulnerable mind, eagerly absorbing each and every bit of subliminal text that Sunburst had gifted him with. “Just worship your paws.” “Dumb griffons drool for their own paws.” “Paw addicted slut.” “Pent up and horny for my paws~”
Day 17 - All for One (Thunderlane/Sunburst/Big Macintosh/Shining Armor)Author's Note Based on image 42817058 on FurAffinity. Contains: Growth, shrinking, size theft, attribute theft, knowledge of poker derived solely from Balatro, a lot of precum. Day 17 - All for One (Thunderlane/Sunburst/Big Macintosh/Shining Armor) Sunburst anxiously checked his cards for about the thousandth time that round. Though he may have been biting his lip with a nervous sweat on his face, it wasn’t as if his hand was that bad. He’d started the flop with a pair of sevens, and by the time the river came along he’d managed to pair his ace as well as adding another seven for good measure. A full house was nothing to sneeze at, but the cocky grin on Thunderlane’s face made him think otherwise. Normally the studious unicorn wouldn’t care much for games of chance or betting, but he’d been convinced by his friends to add a bit of magic to their game tonight. And now they were playing for more than just meaningless chips or the fun of stripping. And all trades were final. Staring across from him, Sunburst could see that Shining Armor’s mind was anywhere but on the game. Having bet his height early on in the game, Shining had to strain up in his chair just to continue seeing what was on the table. And what he’d won later on in the night didn’t come close to making up for it, just a portion of Thunderlane’s impressive libido fogging the poor stallion’s mind with lusty thoughts and images. His hands worked feverishly under the table, eyes glassy and mouth hung open in a needy pant. To his right, Big Macintosh was faring somewhat better. Conservatively betting what little he was willing to lose on hands he had no faith in, praying for Lady Luck to bless him with a solid win. After a series of dud hands, he’d raised as much as he could and placed his hope in a hand he’d been sure would win. However… A twinge of arousal ran through Sunburst, and everyone at the table could see it. A lucky straight flush had ‘blessed’ him in that same round, and now he had to deal with gaining what the stallions had bet. He could deal with the body hair from Shining, a strangely blue pelt of masculinity now covering his chest and stomach, and the foot size from Thunderlane was… interesting to say the least. But the size that Big Mac bet was far more than the now wide and bulky form he possessed. In front of him, flopping on the table lewdly and unable to stay less than mostly hard at any given moment, Sunburst’s impressive endowment drooled onto the table with each twitch and throb. Below, balls the size of oranges churned and swelled, each threatening to let loose a load of the most potent cum Sunburst had ever produced. Thankfully for Sunburst, Thunderlane cleared his throat. “Well, enough stalling. Show the table what you’ve all got. Though I bet Sunny’s already showing more than he wants.” Thunderlane stood tall above the table, easily two or three feet taller than Big Macintosh and certainly towering over the smaller Sunburst and absolute shortstack Shining Armor. Casually, he flexed the muscles he’d toned and trained as a member of the Wonderbolts, not even an inch out of place since the game had begun. He was so cocky about this that he’d gone all in on betting his impressive muscles, a decision that he’d egged the other three stallions on in making with their own disparate attributes. And now the stakes had never been higher. But, as Sunburst checked the contents of his hand once again, he was confident that he’d be wearing a sexy, hulking form home for a few days. Until he could dispel the magic and set each stallion right, of course. Though one hand still fiddled under the table, Shining was able to flip over his cards. “T-two pair. Nnnf~ 10s and aces.” Resting his head on the table, he arched his back and shoved his plump ass out as he quickly went back to pleasuring himself. Big Macintosh breathed out a soft sigh of relief, considering the lithe muscles of Thunderlane a half-decent trade for the muscles that’d stay on Sunburst. He flipped his cards over with a level of calm. “Full house. 7s and 10s.” Preemptively, he reached for the chips. But, Sunburst was quick to swat his hands away with magic. “Don’t you dare!” Sunburst squeaked, a bit panicked at nearly losing his bet that he direly wished to reclaim. He quickly flipped over his cards and pushed them in towards the center. “My full house beats yours. 7s and aces.”He looked anxiously towards the pile of chips cluttering the center of the table, pursing his lips. “Unless Thunderlane has a better hand than that, I suppose-” “Royal flush.” Thunderlane said simply, flipping over a Jack and King of Hearts with a wide smirk on his face. And he wasted no time in accepting his winnings, leaning over the table to scoop the pile of chips towards him. The second his hands touched the chips, a spark went through all four stallions. Immediately, Sunburst could feel his mind getting foggy, his thoughts growing muddled and less focused as his brain slowed to a crawl and the heavy throbbing and loud churning between his legs stole all the attention he had left. To his right, Big Macintosh grew smaller and frailer, the formerly studly farmer shrinking to a size he hadn’t been since he was a teen. So slim and lithe, he could easily pass as one of those twinks he’d always enjoyed pinning down and rutting. And, by the way his shrinking shaft throbbed to an adorably small erection from just the thought, he enjoyed the idea of being on the other end of it as well. And across from Sunburst, Shining Armor stood on his chair as he shrank down further, now even shorter than his little brother Spike. His short, chubby body shook as his smaller hands worked feverishly at his still comically large shaft, moaning and whining as his hips bucked wildly. Finally, volley after volley of Shining’s potent seed sprayed all over the table and the stallions present at it. Thunderlane just laughed, voice growing deeper as he absorbed Sunburst’s brains, Little Macintosh’s size, and Shining Armor’s height and sexual stamina. He grew hugely, flexing his biceps and flopping his swelling cock onto the table for all to see and drool over. He didn’t even need a mirror to see how much of a true stud he was. “Aaalright~” Thunderlane growled lewdly as he cockily looked over the three much smaller stallions. “Well, I guess I win. We’ll see about you guys getting your size back when we all play next week.” He laughed loudly at that, flexing again and drooling over his mountainous biceps and peaking pecs like the budding narcissist he was. “Uh, Thunder?” Macintosh interrupted, his light, meek voice just barely breaking Thunderlane from his lustful stupor. He scratched the back of his head bashfully, pointing over to Sunburst with a heavy blush on his face. “If Sunburst’s stuck like that ‘til ya give his brains back, how’s he supposed to turn us back?” Slowly taking his attention away from his massive musculature, Thunderlane turned to see that Sunburst had taken the initiative from the stallion across from him. Large hands blurred along his large, precum slick shaft as his tongue lolled out of his mouth and his eyes rolled up to the ceiling. The room quickly filled with the sounds of both his dumb grunting as well as the wet noise of his sloppy masturbation. “Oh shit.” Thunderlane blinked, his more powerful brain working faster than ever, but still struggling to come to a non-embarrassing conclusion. “I… I’ll figure something out.”
Day 18 - Mark of Ownership (Asher/Garble)Author's Note Dragon Lord Asher is a genderswapped Dragon Lord Ember. Contains: dubious consent, marking, a womb tattoo, corruption, and a hands-free orgasm for lucky Garble. Day 18 - Mark of Ownership (Asher/Garble) The dragons around Garble kneeled, their eyes growing a bright pink to signal the arrival of the Dragon Lord. Of course, Garble was confused and concerned as he certainly wasn’t the one they were eager to worship. Spinning around, the red jock dragon found himself eye to eye with Dragon Lord Asher who blocked the cave’s entrance. Or, perhaps, eye to chest was a better description. The Dragon Lord stood a head taller than Garble, looming over the usually cocky dragon while brandishing the Bloodstone Scepter in one hand while the other rested on his hip. “Garble, where have you been?” Asher growled his question, a predatory grin on his face as he looked Garble up and down. “Your Lord has been looking for his favorite breeding bitch, and you know better than to disappear when I get… needy.” Although customs in the Dragonlands forbade any clothing in general, Garble had never felt more naked than he did when being ogled by Asher’s steely gaze. His claws moved to cover his slowly erecting sex while, unable to help himself, he stared down at his Dragon Lord’s own turgidly erect shaft. But with a flick of Asher’s wrist, the Bloodstone Scepter glowing in his powerful grasp, Garble felt his own claws pulling away from his crotch under the Dragon Lord’s control. With claws now behind his back against his will, groping his pert and plump behind for Asher’s amusement, there was nothing Garble could do to hide his swelling shaft. Asher licked his lips seductively, his long and thin tongue snaking its way out of his mouth as he imagined slathering it all over Garble’s helpless body. But he contained himself for now, only stepping forward to run a claw teasingly up Garble’s quivering shaft and dredging up the precum he had already begun to leak. Despite everything, the embarrassment and debasement of being treated like this in front of his Clan, the flush across Garble’s face made it clear that he wanted more. “You love this, don’t you?” Asher grinned, sharp fangs glinting in the light as he grabbed Garble’s chin to ensure he met Asher’s lusty gaze. “You love just being treated like a toy for your Dragon Lord to play with~” Garble could just barely bite back the moan that followed, his cock throbbing needily under Asher’s continued ministrations. But it was only enough to keep it ready and raring to go, not doing anything to bring him closer to an orgasm. It still made Garble whine as Asher took his hand back, the Dragon Lord now bracing both of them around the shaft of his Bloodstone Scepter. “I think all you need is a little reminder of your place among us. A bit of proof that you. Belong. To. Me.” The growl that Asher used to end the sentence resounded through the cave, drawing a moan out from the dragons that surrounded. But none moaned louder than Garble whose knees buckled until he was forced to a kneeling position before the Dragon Lord as well. Asher smirked at his slut’s sudden prostration, pressing a heavy foot against his chest to press him back supine against the ground. One foot on the chest of the submissive dragon, he pointed the tip of the Bloodstone Scepter at Garble’s crotch. Right above Garble’s pulsing cock, standing tall and straight above him like a powerful staff of his own. The gem at the head of the Bloodstone Scepter flared to life with magic that then pressed itself into the root of Garble’s crotch. Slowly, a pink aura etched itself into the sensitive scales of his crotch, drawing an intricate symbol of a heart with large, powerful wings flared out right above his cock. Just the pleasure of feeling such powerful magic marking him, drawing a symbol of Asher’s lust so teasingly slow on his body, got Garble’s hips bucking up wildly into the air. Without another touch, his shaft twitched heavily and began to fire spurt after spurt of thick, white cum high into the air only to splatter down and paint Garble’s face and chest. Asher growled with amusement as his spell finally finished marking the slutty, submissive dragon. He stepped back, satisfied in simply towering over Garble as he reeled in post-orgasmic bliss, his hips still weakly bucking at the air. “Now, are you finally ready to worship your Lord, Garble?” Asher asked with a lusty grin, one hand moving to grip his impressively thick shaft and slowly stroke it. “Come, service your Lord.” Garble’s crotch pulsed with pleasure at the order, forcing the dragon back to a kneeling position while his softening shaft grew back to throbbingly erect and demanding his attention. But his attention wouldn’t focus on that no matter how hard it ached. No, Garble found that all he could think about was that large, drooling shaft that His Lord teasingly stroked in front of his face.
Day 19 - Possession (Stygian/Rockhoof)Author's Note Contains: Somnophilia, possession, a very well-endowed stallion, excessive sweat, excessive precum, musk, and just appreciating a very handsome Rockhoof. Day 19 - Possession (Stygian/Rockhoof) Stygian was a small, frail unicorn stallion. So small that he was often mistaken for either a young, sickly colt or an unfortunate looking mare. No matter what he tried, how much he worked with the Pillars of Equestria to help him look more muscular, more masculine, more something that would help the ponies around him take him seriously. Even for a little bit. Rockhoof was everything that Stygian wished he could be. Tall, massive, and extremely confident in his own masculinity. A veritable wall of muscle, the bulky Trottish stallion basically flaunted his studly size around their base camp, clearly appreciating the appreciative leering of Flash Magnus as well as Stygian’s own jealous stares. And it was size gained by magic, not hard work, as Stygian was quick insist whenever he felt the big lug was getting too big for his bulging britches. But two could play that game. Stygian was a budding spellcrafter himself, his skill rivaling even Starswirl the Bearded in his own opinion. As such, he had a plan to… borrow Rockhoof’s size. Just for a little bit. Stygian moved at night, sinking into the shadows to prevent the rest of The Pillars from witnessing him sneaking into Rockhoof’s tent. Thankfully, they were too preoccupied listening to Flash Magnus gloat about his exploits to notice any tiny shadows sneaking past. And so, Stygian made his way into Rockhoof’s tent to find… Well, another tent. Clearly Rockhoof was having a very nice dream if the large bulge in his bedding was anything to go by. One would think that he’d fallen asleep holding his shovel aloft by the way this bulge stood powerful, tall, and very stiff as it pointed towards the ceiling. Though, Stygian supposed that his shovel wouldn’t make such an impressively large wet spot at its peak. While quick to kneel before the bed of the stud, Stygian took his time to slowly peel the blanket off of Rockhoof. The stallion was known to be quite the heavy sleeper, but Stygian didn’t want to take any chances of him awakening to find a frail little unicorn doing unknown things to his sleeping self. The slow peel of the bedding did give Stygian time to ogle inspect the body he would soon inhabit. A heavy set of hairy pectorals, each capped off with large pink nipples that seemed to always be erect when he took his shirt off. A strong gut that may have jiggled when he walked or laughed boisterously, but almost certainly held strong muscles underneath. A dense forest of hair covering his crotch, far more than Stygian could grow on his whole body in fact. And, the part that drew Stygian’s envy most of all, a shaft that was longer and thicker than Stygian’s own arm. It throbbed powerfully into the open air, drooling a lazy river of precum down its impressive length while various veins snaked up it to keep it steely erect and flaring. Two heavy balls, each the size of one of Starswirl’s scrying orbs, churned and swelled while hanging low in their sac. And every inch of the stallion covered in a sheen of sweat, a manly musk filling the tent and driving Stygian’s head to a lusty spin. Stygian had to set his jaw after eyeing this impressive specimen lest he drool all over himself. Though, he continued to drool down below. But only a dribble compared to Rockhoof’s torrent. He could wait no longer. His focus dwindling due to the heady musky scent, he rushed to prepare the spell. Holding one hand over Rockhoof’s powerful core, Stygian lit his horn and began casting. “Do pardon the intrusion, dear friend.” Stygian muttered just before his horn flashed a bright blue through the entire tent. Rockhoof’s eyes shot open. Although his normally purple eyes quickly faded to the color of Stygian’s own bright blue eyes. Said eyes searched the tent as the stallion breathed in deep, powerful lungs filling with a musk that he could now call his own. A pulse of pure arousal made Stygian smile shyly, a strange expression when now on a stallion twice his size and thrice his usual confidence. He looked down at the body he now possessed and slowly flexed as he felt the power now filling him. But, nothing made him feel more powerful than the iron stiff rod he had throbbing between his large thighs. With every heartbeat came a powerful pulse of pleasure, and with every pulse of pleasure came a heart-racing swell of his arousal. Stygian groaned, his voice deep and booming as he couldn’t help but wrap his large hands around his shaft, moaning out openly at just the very touch. “By the Gods,” he moaned, his chipper accent sounding strange with Rockhoof’s lower, rougher voice, “H-how does the man handle this… this unrelenting beast?” As Stygian found his hands moving without his control, lust driving them to pleasure him without any regard for decency, the door to the tent flapped open as if to answer his question. “You say you’re going to bed early and miss my storytelling,” Flash Magnus began as he sauntered into the tent, sealing it shut behind him, “And yet I find you here, stroking yourself like a stallion possessed.” Stygian’s eyes widened, but his hands only stroked harder. “I-it’s not what it seems! If you must-” But his objections were stopped in his throat as he truly looked at Flash, seeing every inch of the stallion who had seemingly abandoned clothing outside of Rockhoof’s tent. Rippled, bulging muscles and a very erect spear greeted Stygian’s gaze, and he couldn’t find any reason to complain. Especially not as Flash Magnus sat on the bed beside him, one hand stroking his hairy chest while the other stroked teasingly along his flared head. “If you just told me, I’d have cut it short and found you sooner.” Flash crooned, dragging a finger along the precum laden shaft and bringing the liquid to his mouth. “You know I hate to see you pent up, big guy.”
Day 20 - Virus (Hitch Trailblazer)Author's Note Contains: Livestream fails, gooning, orgasm denial, very poor streaming etiquette, and League of Legends being canon Day 20 - Virus (Hitch Trailblazer) “Alright, we’ve finally crossed the five hour mark. Which means it’s time for me to once again check our donations to help repair the old sheriff station.” Hitch Trailblazer paused the game he was playing, some rage-inducing platformer that Sprout had suggested for the event, and looked over at his other monitor to view the stream’s metrics. A handful of viewers, little chatting in the last hour, zero new subscribers or followers, and as for the donations… “”It looks like we’re still sitting at 20 bits.” Hitch said, a grimace pulling across his face as he confirmed the pitiful total. “And I think that’s the same 20 bits that Zipp donated to ‘get the ball rolling’.” BoutofSprout: dude your totally bombing here BoutofSprout: you should of let me play league for this insteda Hitch rolled his eyes at Sprout’s helpful commentary. “If you were playing, I doubt we’d even have the one donation.” He grumbled loudly, hands tightly gripping his controller as he considered whether to continue this farce. Maybe it wasn’t too late for a sexy calendar shoot after all. HunkMaster: If it helps, I have a surefire way of getting you viewers. “HunkMaster, welcome to the stream.” Hitch sighed, pursing his lips as he read over the new arrival’s offer. He then shrugged his shoulders as decision. “Honestly, I’ll take any help I can get. What do you suggest?” HunkMaster: All you’ve gotta do is click this link and you’ll start getting loads of viewers. BoutofSprout: DUDE DONT CLIKC THAT RE YOU STUOID But Sprout’s misspelled warnings came too late, Hitch almost immediately clicking on the tempting link with no inklings of cybersecurity. Not even taken aback as his browser opened and quickly downloaded a .exe file he was eager to open. Hitch’s computer froze for a moment as the program opened, closing out everything that wasn’t itself or the streaming software that now solely displayed Hitch’s camera feed. The sound of the game’s music in the background was replaced with a low, ear-filling hum while the game itself was replaced with a flashing, seizure-inducing strobe effect that stole Hitch’s attention. Hitch blinked rapidly to keep the strobes from affecting him, but soon his eyes were wide and his mouth hung open as the strobes numbed his brain and began to snake its way into his mind. As well, a snake of his own began to develop in Hitch's pants. Slowly, almost robotically, Hitch stood up from his seat while keeping his eyes locked on the screen. He took a step back, then another, not caring as he knocked over his gaming chair nor as his budding erection became very visible to all who were watching. He stood stock still for a moment, the only movement being the throbbing in his pants as his focus was locked entirely on the screen that flashed his thoughts away. But soon his expression changed, fading into a hopelessly lost, hopelessly horny flush as he breathed out a heavy moan. Reaching down with shaky hands, he practically ripped his jeans down as well as his underwear. The nefarious program made sure to switch the content rating of the stream to Adults-Only while Hitch’s trapped cock finally flopped free. His hands quickly took to assaulting it, stroking it up and down with an intense fury while he groaned out loudly and huffed out a needy, senseless babble towards his audience. And with every needy pump of his cock, his viewership grew. HunkMaster has donated 50 bits. HunkMaster: There we go! Show us what you’ve got, sheriff! Size10orUpPls:show feet please. Size10orUpPls has donated 30 bits. TwerkKing has donated 150 bits. BoutofSprout: DUDE SNAP OUT OF IT BoutofSprout: ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS BoutofSprout: This user has been banned for this message. TwerkKing: Lets see him from the back though~ As the donations rolled in and the viewers grew more and more into Hitch with every pump of the studly sheriff’s precum slick cock, all he could do was moan and babble loudly as he quickly slid closer and closer to an impending orgasm. His cock throbbed intensely, his heavy balls drawing up in their sac until… Hitch let go of his cock automatically, his hands lifting away to connect behind his head. The room filled with a heavy, sweaty musk as Hitch revealed his pits, driving his throbbing shaft to the very edge of orgasm. But it tapered off soon after, and his hands returned to fervent self-pleasure without another thought. Caught in a cycle of pleasure, denial, flexing, pleasure, flexing, denial, and more pleasure in front of a captive audience didn’t allow much room for thought anyhow. Especially not with the sound of donations chiming and thirsty viewers begging to see more.
Day 21 - Unaware (Gallus/Sunburst ft. Student 6)Author's Note Contains: Unaware lewdness (duh), a barely featured all male Student 6, dildo riding, Gally fucked stupid, and playing with triggers. Day 21 - Unaware (Gallus/Sunburst ft. Student 6) Gallus wasn’t sure why his friends were laughing. It wasn’t like there was anything funny going on. Class was as boring as usual, Sunburst droning on about magic and friendship and whatever other mind-numbing lesson plan he’d cooked up that day. It was so boring, in fact, that Gallus had completely given up on taking notes, instead just bouncing on his seat as usual. And yet, with each loud and wet bounce his ass made, the laughter of his friends only grew. Greyriver and Tarsus at least tried to hide it, the hippogriff looking away as he snickered while the shy changeling tried his best to focus on whatever it was Sunburst was teaching at the front. Yon and Scorch were both openly laughing though, the yak’s boisterously deep chuckles bridging the dragon’s gruff cries of encouragement. Sandbar, however, openly groped his bulge while licking his lips, staring at Gallus with a lewd, leering grin. But that just confused Gallus further. He knew the cute himbo was hornier than he could manage on the best of days, but it wasn’t as if he was doing anything to stroke to. After all, all he was doing was bouncing on his favorite dildo. Gallus had to admit the size of it was probably impressive to them, having to custom order his dildos from a specialty brand focused on the biggest and girthiest. This particular hole stretcher was modeled after an anonymous earth pony stallion, but its rustic red color hardly left any guesses as to who it really was. Or maybe they were just distracted by the loud wet slurping that his well-lubed hole made as it slid up and down the shaft. He had to keep adding the thick, white lube to keep his hole nice and slick, but it wasn’t exactly his fault if he got a bit overzealous with it. There was nothing wrong with a nice, lubed hole after all. And that was all there was to it. Just Gallus doing his daily hole stretches to keep himself nice and loose. While he enjoyed the encouragement from Scorch, the open arousal from Sandbar seemed a bit much. It’d be like if Gallus started stroking openly to the sight of Sandbar doing some push-ups which… Well, maybe Gallus understood it a bit. But unlike the himbo, he’d at least wait until he wasn’t in public. “Gallus, are you paying attention?” Sunburst asked suddenly, snapping a ruler against the whiteboard to draw the distracted griffon’s attention back. “T-t-totally, dude!” Gallus squeaked, his answer coming out as a stutter due to the exertion. Sunburst scoffed at the idea of possibly not paying attention to one of his lessons, shaking his head in disbelief. “Gallus, wake up.” Pleasure rolled over Gallus like a runaway carriage, Every second of him fucking himself on that large, red dildo came over him at once, overwhelming the poor griffon into a mess of mewling moans. His naked body twitched and heat overtook him, his caged cock throbbing and surging as best it could while letting out a volley of thick precum to join the large puddle that had formed under him. And he just couldn’t stop. His hips bucked up and his ass slammed down almost automatically no matter how hard he tried to slow or stop it. His hole practically pulsed with pure pleasure that radiated throughout his whole body, and every time the flared head of the dildo scraped or battered against his prostate it dislodged yet another slutty moan from his throat. Gallus looked to his friends for assistance, but found that they were all still snickering, stroking, or some combination of both. Yon and Sandbar had completely abandoned the idea of bottomwear, while Tarsus attempted to be sneaky by shoving a dainty hand into his pants instead. They’d be no help at all and, if anything, only spurred Gallus’ embarrassed pleasure to new heights instead. “Gallus, ignore it.” Gallus yawned, looking out the window to see if anything interesting lay out there instead. Maybe after class ended, he and Greyriver would head out to the park and work out together. He could stretch his hole wide, hopefully even going a size up from the one he was currently on, while he watched Grey practice his flight routine. Or maybe they could swap tips, and Greyriver could- “Gallus, wake up.” pound his ass and fuck him ‘til he came through his cage then pass him around all of his friends and Master Sunburst letting each stud pump a load or two deep into his aching twitching throbbing needy asshole! Gallus felt so needy, and it took all of his self-control not to- “Gallus, ignore it.” fall asleep. He was so tired, so exhausted that he could barely focus on whatever it was Sunburst was saying to him. Even the laughter of his friends couldn’t keep him upright, resting his head on his desk as he still continued to bounce his round butt in his seat. It wasn’t like he was missing anything important, right?
Day 22 - Alter Ego (Thunderlane)Author's Note Contains: weight gain, cursed flight suits, identity replacement, dorkification, and Thunderlane becoming a Wonderbolts Superfan Day 22 - Alter Ego (Thunderlane) Thunderlane had finally done it. The final nail in his coffin, dooming his chances of continuing as a Wonderbolt. An act of high treason, surely forcing Soarin’ and Spitfire to discharge him from service and bring dishonor to his family. He’d forgotten his flight suit. Now normally that’d be an embarrassing but forgivable anecdote that the older Wonderbolts would use to playfully bully him with. They had spare suits at the barracks and, while it was humiliating using a rarely washed suit that a number of other ponies had worn before him, it was better than flying in the nude. But he was nowhere near the barracks. No, he was at a Wonderbolts Fan Convention, of all things, and there was no chance of an official replacement suit for hundreds of miles around him. And he had to join the current Wonderbolts in just under an hour to host a Q&A. Which is why he currently prowled the vendor’s hall. Having walked the hall the day prior, before being swamped by fans asking for autographs of course, he saw that the Wonderbolts fan community had a strange, borderline obsessive fascination with recreating the suits he and his team wore through the years. From the very beginnings, through the odd designs that plagued his predecessors 20 years ago, through to the modern day. All for a price Thunderlane considered daylight robbery, but he didn’t have much of a choice. Thunderlane stopped in front of one particular stall in the back, nervously adjusting the mask and sunglasses combo he used to hide his identity. His strong, muscular physique, cocky attitude, and huge, well-preened gray wings surely couldn’t give him away if he hid his golden eyes and goofy grin whenever he saw a fan dressed like him. The stall in question had surprisingly high-quality replicas of several Wonderbolts uniforms and, reaching out to feel one of the modern ones, Thunderlane could hardly tell the difference in material. If he didn’t know better, he’d think they were stolen straight from the locker rooms. “Like what you see?” Thunderlane jumped back as the stall’s owner made himself known. A stout stallion short enough to disappear behind the merchandise as he sat, he stood with a grin that was almost too wide as he regarded Thunderlane. Brown, greasy slicked back hair and golden teeth that glistened brightly under the harsh light of the room, the stallion looked like he’d be better suited to selling off-brand knick-knacks or bootleg VHSes. But beggars couldn’t be choosers. Thunderlane’s hands found the modern Wonderbolts flight suit again, stroking its leather surface for support. “It’s… pretty great quality. Almost feels like the real thing.” The stall’s owner shrugged, his expression not belying any of his thoughts while his bright green eyes seemed to read Thunderlane’s with ease. “It’s quite the remarkable piece! Not many ponies today are selling the current style, nor are they interested in buying it. I take it you’re…” The stallion’s gaze narrowed as he looked Thunderlane up and down, eyes glinting with a mischievous aura. “A fan?” Thunderlane forced a laugh at that, adjusting his disguise yet again. “Hah, s-something like that! How much would this suit go for right now?” The stallion hummed, and Thunderlane wasn’t sure if it was because he was truly coming up with a price or because he just wanted to see the Wonderbolt squirm. “20 bits and it’s yours.” He finally decided, large, golden grin still splitting his face. Thunderlane blinked. 20 bits didn’t even cover the cleaning cost on one of his suits, much less the actual suit itself. Reaching for his bag of bits, he shot the stall’s owner a strange look. “Are you sure? Honestly, I was expecting to pay something like 500.” The stallion hummed again, and Thunderlane briefly kicked himself for talking himself out of such a good deal. There was no way this guy would sell for anything less now that he knew what it was worth. But the stallion just shrugged moments later. “I think 20 is fair. You seem like a stallion in need, after all.” He gave a strange laugh as he pulled the suit off of his table, folding it up neatly and depositing it in a bag to his side. “Now, it may seem a bit small for a man of your… impressive stature. But I assure you that one size truly does fit all.” Thunderlane nodded slowly as he handed over the bits in exchange for his temporary suit. He supposed it made sense. The material was stretchy enough, and he could probably just deal with the tightness for at least the length of one panel. Assuming he kept certain bits hidden behind the table, at least. Thunderlane bowed his head to the stallion running the stall. “T-thank you sir!” He said with a sigh of genuine relief. “I’ve got no idea what I’d do without this suit.” As Thunderlane dashed off to get changed, the stallion waved him off with the same grin as always. “No problem! Good luck at your panel!” Thunderlane grimaced. Of course he’d blown his cover, but he didn’t have the time to worry about that. He had to get changed. Thunderlane rushed up to his hotel room, ensuring the door shut behind him before entering the bathroom and getting ready to change into his temporary flight suit. Pulling it out of the bag it was stored in… it was way too small. Almost comically so as he held it up to himself in the mirror, his muscles and height overshadowing the slimmer, shorter model that the cosplay piece was surely meant for. In fact, the only bits of the costume that were larger than Thunderlane was a distended stomach, wide almost child-bearing hips, and a mildly overexaggerated crotch. Thunderlane couldn’t help but laugh as he tugged at the crotch of the suit. “Geeze, who in Tartarus was this suit made for?” But the laughter only lasted until the moment Thunderlane realized that he’d still have to put it on. And, begrudgingly, he began to strip down completely to get this all over with. The quicker it was on, the quicker he could get through the stupid panel. To the suit’s credit it certainly unzipped and wore like an official one, gliding up his body comfortably for the first portion. It began to get a little rough as he tried to pull it up his calves, eased up considerably around his crotch and waist, but by the time he got it to his chest he struggled to get it stretched across his wide chest and swollen traps. He was only barely able to slide his wings through their holes and zip the back closed. He couldn’t even figure out how he’d be getting the hood of the suit on, letting it flop in front of him for the time being. Looking into the mirror, the problem was clear to Thunderlane. He held his arms out away from his sides, fearing that lowering them would cause his muscles to ripple and shred the suit from the shoulders down. The same was true for his chest, the latex fabric of the suit pulled taut enough across it that the Wonderbolt wasn’t sure if even breathing would split it wide open. “One size fits all my a… aah~” Thunderlane’s breathless complaint quickly transitioned to a needy whine as an intense heat filled the suit. Pleasure wracked the poor stallion as the tight suit began to tingle and thrum, practically buzzing with a strange arcane energy. The bit of Thunderlane that wasn’t distracted with the brewing pleasure grew a bit concerned as the tight flight suit grew… less so. Calves that bulged and swelled with each step now fit snugly in their containment, arms now slowly felt more comfortable relaxing at his sides. Even his impressive chest, before straining the very integrity of the fabric, now seemed to shrink and sag to perfectly fit the confines of the suit. But that wasn’t to say the size disappeared entirely. No, as Thunderlane continued to shrink, muscle replaced itself with adipose that latched itself onto his belly, thighs, and rear. Formerly trim and cut, Thunderlane felt his stomach balloon into a nice, full gut while behind him grew a wide, wobbly ass. With widening hips and thickening thighs, it would be easy to mistake Thunderlane as a plump mare from the neck down. To the stallion’s horror and arousal, he realized that he’d become his own type. “What the fu- uhn~” Thunderlane’s voice cracked as he moaned, surging upwards as the stallion’s body shrank downwards. He lost an entire foot of height, now a much less impressive 5 feet tall, but every inch of it found its way to the roomy crotch of his suit. Throb by throb and inch by inch, Thunderlane’s already sizable member swelled between his thick thighs, bulging the pouch that strained to keep it contained as it grew to ludicrous proportions. As Thunderlane’s hands ran over his body in disbelief, the now feminine, yet decidedly male, stallion stared at his reflection with detached shock. The stall’s owner hadn’t lied about him fitting in the suit. But he couldn’t show up to the panel like this. No, he needed to go back to that stall and get the owner to undo whatever curse or spell the flight suit cast on him. Bracing himself for an embarrassing sprint, Thunderlane rushed to leave his hotel room. But with every stumbling step he took, he could feel his sensitive new body jiggling and rubbing oh so nicely against the latex flight suit. From his oversized bulge to his seat devouring ass, to even his plump moobs, Thunderlane’s entire body worked against him to get him feeling like an embarrassed, blushing mess. He couldn’t be seen like this. If a single fan saw him in this state he wouldn’t only be disgraced as a Wonderbolt, but also as the stud he struggled to present himself as. One wrong move and he’d forever be known as the bottom-heavy femboy of the Wonderbolts. And Soarin’ would never let him live it down. Despite every instinct telling him not to, he pulled the hood of the costume over his head to preserve his anonymity. Hoping that now he could just fade into the crowd of Wonderbolts Superfans, Thunderlane again rushed towards… Thunderlane rushed… Thunder… Thunder Clapper felt a wide grin bloom across his face as he looked himself in the mirror. He openly ogled the way his short and stout body fit perfectly in the suit that had been practically gifted to him. One hand rubbed against his plump belly in small circles while the other groped his plush, wobbling rear. “G-golly, it’s like the suit was made for me!” Thunder Clapper moaned out, swelling buckteeth pushing a cute lisp into the dorky stallion’s light and chipper voice. “I should go back to that stud’s stall and… thank him~” Just the prospect of that caused Thunder Clapper’s hyperactive libido to go into overdrive, the large bulge in his replica flight suit growing upwards until every throb and vein of the dork’s impressive cock could be seen with ease. Thunder Clapper wasn’t embarrassed however, his hands caressing his bulge through the suit as he giggled loudly. He loved his big, handsome body and loved seeing the reactions ponies looked between his plump belly, mareish hips, and huge, fertile stallion-breaker. But the laughter didn’t last for long, Thunder Clapper finally realizing how long he’d spent sliding the suit on and staring at himself in the mirror. “Ah h-heck, I’m gonna miss the panel!” Thunder Clapper cried, rushing off to the door to his hotel room and jiggling all the way. He couldn’t miss seeing his favorite flight team in person, after all.
Day 23 - Long Distance (Prince Solaris)Author's Note Contains: Himbofication, reality warping, growth, dumbing down, gooning, A Bad End for Equestria, but a good end for Spike and Sandbar Day 23 - Long Distance (Prince Solaris) For Solaris, there was nothing more fulfilling than holding an audience for his subjects. A way to truly listen to their needs and help solve whatever problems they may face. His own problem, however, came when all of those problems were nice and settled, leaving Solaris mostly alone in his throne room. Just a guard placed at either side of him to keep him company, though they didn’t provide much in the way of conversation. Normally this would make him move his schedule along, but next on his list was holding court for the royals and… he’d rather do anything other than listen to the much less respectful royalty yell over each other to get what they desired. So the prince just sat and read. He cut an impressive figure as he did so, towering over the guards that stood beside him despite remaining seated. And yet, his slim and lean form also projected an aura of ethereal beauty, his movements graceful as he scrolled through budget reports, foreign aid requests, and even battle plans to keep himself occupied. It was difficult business, but important that he read through and understood all of it. But, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy to have a distraction. A spark of green flame appeared above him, drawing him away from his studying as it swirled out and grew corporeal. Surprisingly, it wasn’t a scroll like he’d expected. Instead, flopping into his lap gracelessly, was a piece of paper that looked like it had been ripped out of a book. Picking it up with slender fingers, Solaris was amused to find a crude, lewd drawing of a stallion working out with loud, bold text beneath it. Rules for being a Good StudTM Rule One: A Good StudTM looks like a Stud with muscles and size to spare. Solaris couldn’t help but cock a confused smile at this one, unsure of what Spike could be getting at with this message. One thing was for sure though: Solaris certainly fit the bill. After all, his tall body was certainly overflowing with muscle. From swollen calves to a six-pack that you could cut diamonds on to even pecs that strained and stretched the formerly loose and flowing admittedly tight dress shirt he was wearing. Raising an arm and flexing it jokingly, Solaris couldn’t deny the surge of pride and ego he felt at seeing his already mountainous bicep swelling even larger. As he lifted the other to do the same, he knew for a fact there was no ‘StudTM’ larger than he was. It took the guard to his right clearing his throat for Solaris to realize how… unbecoming of royalty his actions were. “Your Majesty.” The guard said, just the barest hint of amusement in his voice. “You’re expected to host the royal court in just a few minutes.” Ah, speaking of unbecoming royalty. “Oh dear, the time must have gotten away from me.” Solaris said as he stood, his deep voice and thunderous steps down from his throne echoing in the mostly empty room. Spending so long sitting down, he couldn’t help but stretch out his aching muscles and make both guards behind him feel inadequate in the process. But who wouldn’t feel inadequate in the face of such a beefcake? With every movement, the rippling muscles in the prince’s body put on a show before their very eyes. Turning to look back at his guards, Solaris smiled innocently. “Well, shall we embark?” Royal Court was progressing exactly as he’d expected it to. The royals themselves were bickering as usual over whose vanity projects deserved funding, and the few who had decent ideas were getting shouted down before they could speak. To Solaris’ side, Artemis was fighting back yet another yawn, head nodding down occasionally as he struggled to stay awake during the day. And Solaris? Well, despite himself, he was more distracted than he would admit. His mind thoroughly numbed by all the yelling, his thoughts kept sliding back to wondering when exactly he could get back in the gym. As it was, maintaining his body like he wanted to was an all day affair, and he couldn’t bear being distracted from it for any time longer than necessary. Solaris heard Artemis snort from beside him as he thought that, a red blush coating his pure white face as he only then realized that he’d been unconsciously flexing again. Ah well, it wasn’t as if his little brother would understand. The smaller, bottom-heavy Prince of the Night spent most of his time sleeping rather than working out like Solaris, but still ate like him all the same. He’d never be a Good StudTM. The distractions kept coming though, a familiar green flame sparking above Solaris yet again, and another page landing unceremoniously onto his thick, muscular thighs. Checking to make sure the royals were still bickering, seeing Blueblood and Jet Set in the middle of a particularly heated argument about easements and property lines, Solaris took a look at the page. And his face flushed an even brighter red as he saw a much cruder drawing than before, a muscular stallion groping the bulge in his pants as he grinned towards the viewer. Underneath, the same bold and loud writing as before. Rule Two: A Good StudTM feels like a StudTM always ready and raring to go. Solaris breathed out a shuddering sigh at that. It was almost as if the paper was mocking him and the erect shaft he struggled to hide in his tight pants, twitching and throbbing as it refused to go down. It ached. It begged. It needed. Just as it always did and always would. As an alicorn, Solaris had grown used to the immense lust that naturally built within him. Symbols of fertility in their own right, Solaris, Artemis, Bolero, and Dusk Shine just had Yes, he wanted nothing more than to shred his clothes off and start going to town on himself right then and there, letting everyone watch as he unloaded shot after shot of thick, fertile cum all over the room. And maybe that would finally shut them all up. But… he contained it. Contained himself. Bottled up his lust to finally be freed whenever he finally found a minute to himself. Or an hour. Hopefully longer. Looking to his side, he could see that Artemis had finally fallen back asleep despite his attempts. The smaller alicorn was having better luck in quelling his unending lust, hand dipping between his legs as he clearly had a much needed wet dream. Solaris, on the other hand, refocused on the argument occuring right in front of him. Just as Jet Set balled his fist tightly, preparing to slam it directly into Blueblood’s jaw, Solaris grabbed it in his magic and forced it back down. Though, he did accidentally press it down against Jet Set’s crotch, forcing the stallion into stunned silence. “S-stallions, please! There’s no need to fight!” Solaris said as he shifted uncomfortably in his elevated seat, drawing a moan from himself as he crossed his legs briefly. “But with that, I feel I should bring this very… productive session to a close. Sadly, I have mmmm~eetings to attend to.” Moaning as he stood up, all eyes fell on Solaris as his shaft throbbed and twitched visibly in his pants. While they could try and ignore the large wet spot that had formed in the fabric since he’d sat down, not a stallion could look away from the elephant-sized bulge in the room. Not as the tight pants basically displayed every feature of it, from veins to thick medial ring. Solaris’ guards moved quickly, wrapping his usual privacy cloth around his waist and ushering him away to his next meeting. Next, of course, came Solaris’ meeting with his close, personal council of trusted advisors. Here, he was expected to lead their discussion over what he’d read over in his throne room, though of course taking their advice and wisdom into account before making up his mind. He led Captain Flash Sentry through the changes he wished to make to the Royal Guards’ training regiment. Though still new to his role as Captain of the Guard, Flash always chimed in with poignant, though oftentimes unorthodox thoughts and advice for a guard of his experience. Perhaps bulking up and adjusting his attitude really did change the stallion for the better. After that was settled, he worked through Blueblood’s bruised ego as they both lightly fought over what to do with tensions brewing in Griffonstone. While Solaris wished to mobilize guards and send aid, Blueblood was able to convince him to take a more reserved approach, wait to see what the ‘rebels’ would really do, and act accordingly. Just as Solaris turned to his treasurer to discuss the budget, an all-too-common flicker of green fire appeared above his head. The prince couldn’t help but snicker as a page then fell into his swollen, throbbing lap, rolling his eyes. “My, someone is talkative today.” Solaris joked, looking up to his aids with an apologetic glance. “I know the budget is important, but would you all mind if I…?” Given the go-ahead by all three stallions, Solaris lifted the paper to see exactly what his little dragon friend could want this time. And he was greeted by the… quite titillating drawing of the same stallion from the last two pages now openly stroking himself off, his eyes glazed over and crossing as his mouth hung open and tongue lolled out. Underneath, another message awaited: Rule 3: A Good StudTM thinks like a StudTM with his cock and not his brain. Solaris didn’t really bother reading the note, his eyes focusing on the thick cock of the drawn stallion as he set the page down before him. It joined several other pages of pornography that littered his side of the table, each depicting studs of every race displaying every inch of themselves, though with a hard focus on muscles and working out. Each page was sticky, and quite a few were slightly soaked on account of the head of Solaris’ large, drooling cock hanging above them. It swayed back and forth as the dopey prince quickly masturbated openly at the table, moaning and groaning without inhibition as he did so. His pants and underwear, as meager and revealing as they were, pooled around his ankles and really only acted as a cumrag rather than an article of clothing. Solaris’ focus was briefly broken by a loud laugh from Blueblood. Looking up at the three stallions sitting across from him, all talking amongst themselves with only sparing glances towards the oversexed stud whose musk was stinking up the room, he tilted his head in confusion. And then a dim lightbulb lit in his head. “Oh yeah, that budget thing! Bros, what if we just like…” Solaris squinted, his foggy brain struggling to keep the lightbulb alight before it flickered off and his attention returned downwards with more powerful stroking. “Nggghh, fuuuuck! You guys should, like, stop talkin’ about dumb stuff and pump with me!” The reaction was… mixed. Flash Sentry grinned, seeming to be completely on-board with the idea. His treasurer flushed a bright red, shrinking down in his seat as he tried to hide a growing bulge in his pants. Blueblood, on the other hand, looked disgusted. “I cannot believe that I descended from… those loins.” He muttered and shook his head. Steadying himself, he sat up in his seat and forced a plastic smile to his face. “Your highness, perhaps we can revisit that idea another time. At the moment, we have important work to do. But all you have to do is get back to pleasuring that… ludicrous endowment you’ve been mistakenly blessed with.” Solaris blinked, tilting his head. “Please resume stroking your large member.” Blueblood sighed. Another blink. “Please go and ‘pump’ that ‘fat cock’ of yours!” Blueblood cried, his face growing red both from the shouting and the embarrassment of using such uncouth verbiage. “Perhaps you can unload those ‘heavy fucking cumtanks’ too while you’re at it!” Solaris, however, was unphased as he went back to stroking with a cocky grin. “Shyeah, why didn’t you just say so, bro?” All of that brainy, thinky stuff had poor Solaris absolutely exhausted, but thankfully it left just one thing on his agenda: The Gym. Due to needing a lot of work to keep up his studly stature, Solaris had one of his smart aids get a state-of-the-art gym installed right where the boring library used to be. Now instead of dumb books, he had weights to bench and machines to work every muscle he could name. Which, to be fair, wasn’t too many. But Solaris’ favorite aspect of his own personal gym, aside from the everpresent musk, was the mirrors lining every wall. Approaching one, he grinned lewdly as he ogled himself, his barely contained bulge straining the short shorts he was wearing. Above, his tight shirt was already drenched in sweat from his prior ‘exercise’, and he wasted no time in flexing hard enough that it ripped right off. Glistening abs and sweaty, hairy pecs greeted him, and his bulge throbbed even harder. “Fuck dude, I can’t stop staring at my sexy bod~” Solaris moaned out, both of his hands groping at his large bulge. Truly, there was nothing that could distract him from staring at his own glorious body. Except, of course, by an eye-catching green flame that popped up right above his head. Surprisingly this time, it dropped two items instead of one, each quickly snapped up in Solaris’ magic. He looked at the page first, mostly hoping that he’d get to see more of that stallion he’s pumped to all day today. Easily his favorite part of these little notes. And he was delighted to find that the stallion was indeed present, puffs of steam exiting his nose as he rutted a smaller, weaker stallion under him. Around him, other stallions were drawn exhausted on the ground with large, cum laden bellies. Underneath all of this read: Rule 4: A Good StudTM acts like a StudTM confidence in spades and takes what he wants. Solaris grinned lewdly as he looked over to the other present he was given. Instead of another drawn image, it was an actual photograph depicting Spike and one of his Ponyville friends, a sea green earth pony stud, pressed up against each other and looking lustily into the camera. Both of their bulges were very apparent in their tight orange booty shorts, and Solaris had to admit that he was impressed. Balling up the boring paper and tossing it aside, Solaris’ cock throbbed in the open air and splattered precum all over the mirror in front of him, now coating several other pictures Spike and Sandbar had sent him from their escapades in Ponyville. Stroking himself with one hand and holding the photograph aloft in the other, Solaris was confident he’d have to make yet another stop to the small town, just to visit a few friends.
Day 24 - Betrayal (Shining Armor/Others)Author's Note Contains: humiliation, aphrodisiacs, a lust-drunk Shining, egg inflation, trace amounts of incest, and replacement Day 24 - Betrayal (Shining Armor/Others) “You’re sure you saw the changelings headed this way?” Shining Armor’s voice was strained, the stallion still getting used to being back in full Royal Guard regalia as he sprinted to follow his former subordinates, now equals, Flash Sentry and Spearhead. They were headed towards one of the few dead end alleys in Canterlot, and he just had to be sure. “Of course we’re sure!” Spearhead yelled back, rolling his eyes as he sprinted ahead. “You know, we’ve gotten better at this whole tracking thing since you left.” Flash laughed as he kept pace with Spearhead. “Yeah, it’s not like we got promoted for just sitting around!” As the stallions approached the end of the alley, cornering the rogue changeling as he hunted and searched for a way out in a panic, Shining Armor shot ahead of the pack and was the first to make his presence known. The frightened changeling shot around at the sound of footsteps approaching. Wearing almost nothing, Shining Armor could see every inch of his small, unassuming, almost emaciated form. But he knew better than to underestimate a changeling. “You have the option to come along quietly.” Shining said as he slowly approached the changeling, his voice stern and commanding. “We have methods to help reform you, so this doesn’t have to end in fighting.” Despite Shining’s words, the changeling bared his fangs, growling out a sound of warning that stopped Shining in his tracks. Realizing that there was no other option, the single guard unsheathed his sword and took position to fend off any attacks as non-lethally as he could. He waited for the guards behind him to do the same, but was left waiting as they seemed to just stand behind him. Reeling around to question just what they were doing, he found that they were both just standing there with their hands resting on their scabbards. “You think he’s figured us out yet?” Spearhead asked Flash casually, his eyes glowing an unnatural green as he smirked. Flash shrugged, his own grin wider and more malicious as his eyes glowed similarly. “I think he’s getting the picture.” The two laughed as Shining blinked in shock, lowering his sword in pure and utter confusion. “...what the f-” So caught off guard by this act of deception, Shining Armor completely forgot about the changeling behind him. A fact that the changeling rectified by way of sinking his bared fangs into Shining’s neck, injecting a bright green venom directly into his bloodstream. Shining fought back against it, struggling against the changeling’s strange grasp, but docility soon struck. A strange, forced calm that replaced his rush of adrenaline with a nice, steady drip of dopamine that fogged his brain over. “Don’t worry.” The changeling hissed as he finally pulled his fangs back. “We have methods to help reform you~” When Shining woke up… well, he wasn't quite sure when he woke up. With his brain so foggy and muddled with the venom constantly working through his bloodstream, all he could focus on was the pleasure currently wracking his body from head to toe. At some point he had been forced onto all-fours, his back weighed down with the brunt of a changeling’s belly while he fucked Shining nice and deep. The pleasure form the hard pounding he was getting mixed with several other sources, the first of all being underneath him. Two small, lithe changelings parked beneath him, one lapping and stroking at Shining’s overendowed cock while the other suckled at his heavy, aphrodisiac-inflated balls. Every stroke, every suckle, and every touch caused wave after wave of pleasure that sent Shining reeling. Shining would have moaned out at this, but his mouth was currently occupied by the cock of Flash Sentry. Or maybe it was Spearhead. Or Blueblood. Or even his own brother, Dusk Shine. The changeling occupying his mouth was flicking between various forms, each more embarrassing and sexy than the last, leaving Shining unable to get truly used to the size of the cock or the tantalizing musk worming its way into his nose. And whenever the changelings invading his holes came, large bulges swelled up and up their shafts until yet another clutch of eggs was deposited right in Shining Armor’s belly. A belly that, as the night progressed, hung low and distended beneath him, swollen and bulging with seed and eggs. His erect shaft throbbed and slapped up against it, jostling the eggs around and sending yet another rush of pleasure and dopamine through him. The changeling currenly fucking his face laughed, drawing Shining’s hazy attention upwards. And his cock grew achingly, painfully erect as he saw his own visage towering above him. “Aw, does our little broodstallion like what he sees?” ‘Shining’ laughed, a malicious grin across his borrowed face. “Maaaaaaybe if you’re good, I’ll let you watch as I go and fuck my new husband~” A volley of thick, pearly-white, and horribly embarrassing cum shot from Shining’s flared head at that.
Day 25 - Magic/Sorcery (Dusk Shine/Rainbow Blitz)Author's Note Contains: Fully consensual hypnosis, humiliation, a huge nerd, brief himbofication, and a sub being put in his place Day 25 - Magic/Sorcery (Dusk Shine/Rainbow Blitz) As Dusk Shine finished casting his spell, he felt a buzz run through his brain before fading. It was a gentle, pleasurable buzz that briefly vibrated the thoughts away from his head and left only the best of feelings. Opening his eyes, he could see Rainbow Blitz looking back at him with a curious, hopeful expression. “Alright, the spell has been cast.” Dusk Shine said, his voice quivering a bit with embarrassment and trepidation. “Anything you say, no matter how… crude, I’ll be forced to obey.” Rainbow Blitz rubbed his hands together, eager to get started. But, he was quickly stopped as Dusk Shine raised a hand to stop him. “What are the ground rules?” Dusk asked. Rainbow Blitz just laughed, rolling his eyes as he began to count on his fingers. “No photos, and no taking you in public again. Despite how much everyone loved seein’ you all dumb and dopey~” Ignoring that with a scoff, a red flush overtaking his face, Dusk Shine held up three fingers. “And no anal.” “What?!” Rainbow Blitz cried, his eyes widening with shock. “Come on! This is, like, the best time to let me get you full of Discord’s poppers and, uh…” Taking a step closer to Dusk, wrapping his arms around the smaller, curvier stallion and groped his ass through his pants. “Finally see just how much we can really fit in this chubby butt of yours~” Dusk Shine moaned slightly, pressing his ass back against Rainbow’s hands as he rested his head on his large, pillowy pectorals. “As nice as that sounds, I think I want to be fully lucid for our first time.” He said, his voice slightly muffled as he shoved his snout right in the crevice between Blitz’s powerful pecs. “Poppers and getting me too dumb to think can come later.” Blitz rolled his eyes at that, but couldn’t help but grin widely as he raised a hand to ruffle through Dusk Shine’s mane. “Aaaaaalright, ya dork. I’ll keep it to kinky hypnotic frottage and oral, just for you.” “Glad we could agree.” Dusk mumbled into Blitz’s pillowy chest. “Now, just… whenever you-” “Dusky, cluck like a chicken for me~” Dusk Shine’s ears perked as the order slid right through him and blocked away all rational thought, Rainbow Blitz’s cocky voice becoming the only thing he could hear as he reeled back away from him. “BA-GAWK!” Dusk Shine clucked, bringing his arms up to make flapping, useless wings at his sides while he strutted around in front of his boyfriend, scratching at the floor of his bedroom with his feet like a dumb chicken. “Buk buk buk buk, ba-gawk!” It was Rainbow Blitz’s peals of laughter that brought Dusk Shine back to lucidity, an embarrassed blush rushing over his purple face. Forcing his arms away from making silly chicken wings, he crossed them over his chest. “Blitz! You need to warn me first!” Dusk squeaked, his voice dripping with embarrassment. This just made Rainbow Blitz laugh harder, again pulling Dusk close but this time with a kiss to his forehead. “Come on, that was adorable~ You make such a cute little chicken.” His hands trailed a little lower, stroking against the front of Dusk’s dress pants and the large, obvious bulge contained within. “And it looks like you really enjoyed it too~” Dusk Shine huffed out an embarrassed sigh, whimpering as he was groped so lewdly through his nicest pair of pants. “It’s just… a s-side effect of the spell! It makes it f-feel so good when you order me.” “Well you shouldn’t hide how good it feels, dork~” Rainbow Blitz said, grinning slyly as he loosened his grip around his boyfriend. “After all… Dusky, you’re just a dumb, cocky himbo. All you wanna do is show off for me.” Dusk Shine blinked as he reeled back again. He broke away from Rainbow Blitz’s loose grasp and huffed lewdly, feeling a burning lust brewing within him. But as his lust grew and intensified, the alicorn could feel his normally hyperactive mind slowing to a crawl as his thoughts refocused on the rod between his legs and the stallion that stood in front of him. The glint of intelligence in his eyes was replaced with a burning lust as he cockily grinned up at Rainbow Blitz, his trembling hands reaching up to the top button of his shirt and beginning to slowly undo them as he swayed his wide hips. Once undone, he threw the dress shirt to the floor unceremoniously and threw his arms up in a cocky double bicep flex. While it would look severely hot on a stallion like Rainbow Blitz or Applejack, it looked positively hilarious as the short, chubby Dusk Shine posed like a well-muscled stud. Eyes narrowed, a heavy lust driving him as he hooked a thumb in his belt loop, Dusk Shine grinned towards Rainbow Blitz. “Like what you see, stud?” He asked, his voice low and lusty. Rainbow Blitz could only smirk, doing his best to fight back a laugh at his sexy boyfriend. Despite how funny it was, he couldn’t help but grow aroused at the sight of Dusk Shine’s body. “Hell yeah, dude! Now let’s see what else you’re packin’!” Dusk Shine didn’t have to be told twice, already undoing his belt and tossing it aside. He slid his dress pants down his thick thighs and round ass, revealing the fairly dorky pair of tighty whities he wore underneath. To contrast with the nerdiness of his underwear, the large bulge contained within throbbed and strained the fabric. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his undies, he tugged them down so that his fat cannon of a shaft flopped out and drooled a stream of precum onto the floor. One hand working to stroke it, barely able to wrap it around his own thick shaft as it drooped towards the ground, he raised the other to flex again. “Feels good to let my huge cock out.” Dusk moaned as he milked his shaft of precum. “Ever since I ascended, it got so huge and needy. Artemis got that fat ass, Bolero got hs huge tits, Solaris got big all over, but only I get the fattest cock of ‘em all.” As Dusk laughed dumbly at that, Rainbow Blitz approached him and pressed himself up against the himbo, trapping his oversized shaft between the two of them. “Yeah, a sub like you’s got a fat dick that you’ll never stick in a stallion.” Lowering his shorts, grinding his much more meager shaft against Dusk’s, Rainbow Blitz smirked. “But I think your bedroom’s only big enough for one cocky stud. Dusky, you’re just a submissive sex puppy for me~” Dusk Shine yelped, even the cocky glint in his eyes disappearing for a blank, horny glaze. He quickly fell onto all fours, panting with lust as he gazed up at Rainbow Blitz. But then Dusk’s eyes locked onto the stiffly erect shaft Rainbow Blitz waggled in front of his face. Licking his lips, Dusk let out a loud, unbidden bark before returning to panting with lust.
Day 27 - Musk/Scent (Zephyr Breeze)Author's Note Contains: Musk! (duh), Zephyr Breeze being Totally Straight, not... a whole lot of hypnosis now that I think of it, and imminent breedage of a lanky femboy Day 27 - Musk/Scent (Zephyr Breeze) Body wracked and aching with pain, a completely nude Zephyr Breeze took a moment to breathe on the locker room bench. Ever since he’d joined up with the Royal Guard, he’d been full of nothing but regrets. Long days of staying at his post, getting yelled at for the smallest things almost daily, and a demonically strenuous training schedule that forced him to go to the gym for his few hours of “free time”. And, worst of all, he never even had the time to flirt with The Ladies using his new status as a guard! Even the gym, where he’d normally go to shamelessly hit on the athletic types like his beautiful blue bombshell, was only for The Guard themselves. Which just meant men, men, and more men. And not even cute little femboys like Zephyr himself, who paled in comparison to their rippling muscles and toned asses. Not that he was looking at those, of course. Oh no, Zephyr was as straight as they come. Never did his eyes stray from the supple breasts and perky asses of his lovely mares. His nose did, however. He hadn’t snuck off to the locker room during guard duty for no reason, after all. Not when such a tantalizing scent still clung to the air. A strong, masculine stench, far more powerful than anything Zephyr could put out himself, permeated the locker room air. It sent his thoughts reeling, the intoxicating and mind numbing smell of man musk making the poor feminine stallion briefly forget any notion of his fragile heterosexuality. And, as Zephyr’s nose began to sniff out the source of it, his mouth began to water as he began his lusty hunt. Sniffing towards the ground like a tracking dog, it didn’t take long for the needy stallion to happen upon the source of the droolworthy smell: a discarded jockstrap. Pert ass waggling in the air and nose pressed just centimeters away from the still warm underwear, Zephyr’s lengthy and drooling arousal was perfectly on display. And it was driven to an aching throb as he pressed his face deep into the sweat-drenched, musky jockstrap with a loud, unbidden moan. Behind him, the door to the locker room swung open and in stepped a tall, sweat-soaked gray pegasus stallion, considerably more muscular than most of the rest of the guards that stood behind him. The newcomer froze in the doorway for a moment, but a smug smile slowly crept across his face as he continued inwards. “You see, we figured a slut like you’d try somethin’ like this eventually.” He growled, cockily placing his hands behind his head and displaying hairy, sweaty armpits that immediately renewed the heady musk in the room. “Now why don’t you come get a whiff of the real deal?”
Day 28 - Sex Toy (Prince Blueblood)Author's Note Fun fact: This story was supposed to feature Shining Armor instead. Contains: Not a lot of hypnosis, magical voodoo sex toys, a stallion enjoying himself far more than necessary, a stallion fucking himself, and cumflation Day 28 - Sex Toy (Prince Blueblood) As a prince, and most eligible bachelor in Equestria, Blueblood was used to receiving gifts. Whether it be flowers, fan letters, engagement rings, tufts of mane, or chocolates, he was happy to accept them all. After all, it fed his ego and proved that no matter what, ponies all across Equestria were thinking of him. And, despite the attention they paid him, he didn’t even need to give them a second thought. They were just gifts, after all. As such, Prince Blueblood didn’t find it odd when yet another package appeared on his bed one day. Surely brought in by one of his many servants, the size of the mysterious package managed to impress the prince. So much so that, as he approached, he made sure to read the name of the sender. From: Crackle Cosette To: My Favorite Prince~ “Hah! Take that, Shining Armor.” Blueblood laughed, throwing his head back to pose with victory. But there was no time to be a sore winner, though Blueblood made sure to make some later. No, with such a lovely introduction, now Blueblood just had to know what was inside. So, lighting his magic, he gently tore the tape sealing the box shut, pulling it open to reveal… “Oh.” Blueblood muttered, a smile growing across his face. “Oh my~” Contained within, only the thin cardboard box and assumedly some magical assistance hiding it, was a dull gray facsimile of a stallion’s rear, complete with supple thighs and hips to grab hold of. And it proved to be anatomically correct as well, a small yet quite erect shaft and cute little balls blooming from the object’s crotch, while between the round cheeks was a very inviting looking hole. It was all the bits Blueblood could want in a stallion, without all of the boring or annoying parts that go with. The prince was quite impressed with this ‘Crackle’ person, whomever they may be, as they certainly knew what they were doing. Though he certainly wished they’d added a mouth as well, both to sing his praises as well as service him. But beggars couldn’t be choosers. Reaching his hands in to grab the sex toy, a large throb of magic resounded through the object as he finally touched it. The plump ass grew larger, yet more firm as the imitation of muscle ran down its thighs. Hips hitching in a bit, it seemed the size transferred to the lengthening cock and swelling balls. And as the proportions shifted, the colors did as well with the dull gray lightening to a bright and pristine white. And, with a flash, the formerly blank flank of the fake stallion changed to show the crest of a shield with a six pointed star within. This was clearly no ordinary ass. This was the ass of none other than Prince Shining Armor. Prince Blueblood couldn’t help but grip the lesser prince’s shapely rear, finally pulling it out of the box and laying it gently on his bed. As the shaft of the sex toy seemed to be driven to throbbing from just the touch, Blueblood’s own member stretched his pair of tights before he unceremoniously dropped both pants and underwear. His princely scepter now finally free, he let it rest in the crack between the sex toy’s fat cheeks and began to slowly thrust himself between them. “Rfff~ Far more fatty than I remember, but damn does this stallion have a fine ass~” Blueblood huffed, drawing his hips back and pressing the tip of his shaft against the sex toy’s hole… and found himself sinking in with more ease than he expected. “F-far looser as well!” Blueblood grunted, finding himself briefly overwhelmed by the feeling of warmth and lubrication around his cock as he hilted himself deep within. Though pesudo-Shining’s tight, clenching tunnel already seemed to be pre-lubed, Blueblood had no problem adding his own to the mix. Ever the generous lover, Blueblood wrapped a hand around the sex toy’s shaft as he began to slowly start his rutting. To his surprise, the length responded to his touch and began to twitch and throb with need, a bead of precum drooling out and falling onto his bed. Finding interest in this, Blueblood flipped the toy over on his erect shaft, dragging his flaring cockhead along the toy’s detailed prostate, and watched in wonder as the shaft throbbed wildly in the air and shot a volley of precum where its chest should have been. His arousal redoubled by this, Blueblood grasped both hands around Shining Armor’s proudly erect and drooling member and began to stroke it along with his quickening thrusts. But, despite how good his rutting felt, there was still something… missing. Good felt good, but what Blueblood craved was perfection. And there was only one princely stallion that could bring that level of perfection to a stud’s shaft. Another pulse ran through the sex toy, this time rushing through Blueblood himself as well. Slowly the cheeks he was bucking against grew firmer, tighter and more muscular. The shaft that he was gripping shrank by a few inches, but gained that and more in thickness as it began to resemble Blueblood’s own member. And finally, the shield cutie mark on the cheeks of the sex toy flashed, now replaced with an elegant compass rose. Immediately, multiple sources of pleasure began to overwhelm Prince Blueblood. He not only felt the tight, slick feeling of a hole around his shaft every time he thrusted, but now he could feel the twinned feeling of a thick cock invading his own hole, stretching him and filling him with need and precum. Gripping the sex toy’s thick shaft in surprise, Blueblood moaned out in surprise as he now also felt a pair of strong hands wrapping around his own cock despite still being deep inside the toy beneath him. His mouth hung open, tongue lolling out as he hunched over the replica of perfection he continued to rut. When his tongue touched the flared tip, pleasure exploded throughout the stud’s muscular body. He instinctively wrapped his mouth around it just as his and the sex toy’s matching hefty balls drew up in unison, their shafts twitching as one as they both fired a volley of cum into the warmth they were enveloped within. While he’d been filled from both ends before, the feeling of filling himself with each throb sent the poor stud reeling. Hilting deep within the sex toy beneath him, the feeling of stretching and being stretched at once intensifying his orgasm, Blueblood moaned helplessly around his own thick, flared cock head as it fired volley after volley of his own seed into his mouth. And with glee and burning need, he swallowed it down eagerly. Just the same, the shaft he shoved into the toy fired off within himself as well, thick ropes of fertile cum shooting deep within him and filling his needy ass. Seconds turned to minutes as Blueblood continued to fill himself, each throb and volley spurring more pleasure and an extended orgasm from the stud. Stuck in place, hips trembling as the mind-numbing orgasm stretched onward, Blueblood was a bit shocked to find that his belly was swelling under the brunt of all of the cum filling him. Gone were his shredded, rippling abs, now replaced with a heavy, churning belly that made him look several months pregnant. His orgasm finally tapering off after several minutes of pure pleasure, the cock in Blueblood’s mouth popped free and left the stallion panting loudly. It took quite a long time for rational thought to return to him, though his head still remained fogged with pleasure all the same. Looking down, peering over his heavy and full belly, his hips quivered as he saw his shaft wasn’t getting soft like usual. Instead, it continued to throb with need both within the toy and within himself. Drawing his hips back slowly, using his own cum as lubricant, Blueblood moaned out as he again slammed deep within himself.
Day 29 - Master/Pet (Rainbow Blitz/Lightning Dust)Author's Note ~~I totally didn't forget to put this chapter out because I was playing Runescape~~ Contains: Kittygirl Maid Lightning Dust, different kinds of musk, Rainbow Blitz being malicious, Imminent gangbang, and locker room nonsense Day 29 - Master/Pet (Rainbow Blitz/Lightning Dust) “Gosh I hate this, Meowster! When this is over I’m, like, totally gonna strangle you!” Lightning Dust’s words didn’t match his loud, chipper voice or wide, forced smile at all. And especially not the outfit he was wearing, a nice lacey pink maid uniform and a pair of adorable cat ears. But, to Rainbow Blitz’s delight, the uniform and words also didn’t match the large, throbbing erection stretched past the hem of Lightning Dust’s skirt. And he knew that, no matter how much Lightning wanted to cover himself up, his hands wouldn’t be moving from lifting that hem to show it off. But still, Rainbow Blitz still shook his head at the outburst as he walked around behind his maid, clicking his tongue. “Now that isn’t very Neko Maid of you, is it Dusty?” Rainbow Blitz’s words sent a jolt through Lightning Dust’s body, the stallion feeling himself automatically forced into an embarrassed catgirl-esque pose. “Of course not, Meowster!” He blurted, his voice growing even more sickly sweet than before. “Dusty-wusty is so vewy sowwy~” It took several seconds before Lightning Dust was given back control, slamming his hands down to his sizes and working his mouth as if he was trying to get a bad flavor out of it. Rainbow Blitz just laughed. “Thaaat’s a good kitty.” He grinned as he pat Lightning Dust on the head, an act that the stallion bashfully leaned into despite himself. “But how about we actually put you to work?” The very mention of working for his master sent another jolt through Lightning Dust, his body once again adjusting itself though this time to a ready, obedient pose. He held one hand in a sturdy salute, though his other hand teased along his still erect shaft. “Let's start with something easy!” Rainbow Blitz grinned, kicking up a jockstrap from the floor and tossing it over to Lightning Dust. “Just clean the locker room of all the Bolts’ jockstraps, and you’ll get a treat!” Despite himself, Lightning Dust smiled as he immediately got to work. It was such an easy task, there were only a few Wonderbolts after all, and he’d already cleared Rainbow Blitz’s jockstrap off the list. That treat was his, whatever it may have been, and all he had to do was find the rest of the… decidedly musky and sticky underwear. And as Lightning Dust continued to collect, reaching under benches and into lockers, his nose continued to be assaulted by a tantalizing musk that only grew with each jockstrap he threw onto the pile. After a while he held over a dozen jockstraps in his arms, each shedding a slightly different kind of smell to be sniffed, from Soarin’s light and airy musk to a truly pungent odor from Silver Zoom. But the last pair of underwear made Lightning Dust drop the collection he’d made. Just by the entrance of the shower room lay a fiery red jockstrap, still warm and glistening with cum. Unable to stop himself, Lightning Dust shoved his snout into the cup and inhaled, breathing in a spicy, earthy scent that got his shaft throbbing to an achingly full erection. Walking up behind him, Rainbow Blitz snickered. “Looks like you found your treat~” He said with a large, beaming grin. “That’s Spitfire’s jockstrap, if you couldn’t tell. He heard you’d be swingin’ by, so he made sure to pump a load or two into it.” Still huffing the discarded but well used underwear, Lightning Dust breathed out a moan. “Smells good, huh? Trust me, it’s better from the source.” Rainbow Blitz waggled his eyebrows, a cocky grin sliding across his face. “For your next task, why don’t you wear that jockstrap on your face and jerk off while telling me how much you love the Wonderbolts?” Lightning Dust moaned out again as he slipped the jockstrap fully around his head, breathing in deeply as his hands found themselves wrapped around his shaft and started stroking feverishly. “I’m such a Wonderslut! I can’t stop jerking off to my Wonderbolts masters! I love how much more studly they are than any of those sissy Washout losers!” Reaching around Lightning Dust from behind, Rainbow Blitz wrapped his own hands around the sissy stallion’s erect shaft and stroked it along with him. “What do you think you’d do if you were in a room full of these sexy Wonderbolts, Dusty?” Lightning Dust shuddered from just the thought, his cock jumping from both that and the feeling of Rainbow Blitz’s rough hands. “I-I’d worship e-every single one! Esssspecially meowster Blitz and Spitfire!” With a smirk, Rainbow Blitz broke away from Lightning Dust briefly, instead moving to tug the sissy maid along by his collar as he slowly exited the locker room. “Today’s your lucky day, loser.” Rainbow Blitz said as he dragged the musk drunk sissy down the hallway. “You’re about to get exactly what that little cock of yours craves~” The two broached the doorway at the other end of the hallway, entering into the Wonderbolts’ state-of-the-art weight room. There the two stallions were greeted by the watchful eyes of almost a dozen Wonderbolts, all clothed but with bulges that strained their flight suits and ached for freedom. All but one. Spitfire stood proudly in the center, completely naked with erect shaft arching powerfully into the air. His hands rested on his hips, a cocky smirk on his face as he swayed those hips and watched Lightning Dust’s eyes follow his cock as it shifted back and forth. While Lightning Dust was distracted by cock, a now naked Rainbow Blitz sauntered up behind him and pressed his own erection along the stallion’s back. “Dusty, now you’re gonna get your wish. Your next task is to service every single stud in this room, startin’ with me and Spitfire~” And Lightning Dust’s mouth began to water. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than Spitfire’s crotch pressed into his nose as the stud fucked his face.
Day 30 - Public Humiliation (The Great and Powerful Preston/Star Tracker)Author's Note Contains: Stage hypnosis, embarrassing admissions, public lewdness, masturbating on stage, just a good bit of exhibitionism, and hopefully a decent finale Day 30 - Public Humiliation (The Great and Powerful Preston/Star Tracker) “Aaaaaand now, for my grand finale, The Great and Powerful Preston will need a volunteer from his lovely audience!” A few odd hands shot up out of the audience as Preston looked it over, but he felt they were far too eager. No, that wouldn’t do. His stage had no place for someone who might upstage him. His volunteer needed to be submissive, bashful, a toy for him to play with in service of making a good show into a great one. And so he ignored those few odd hands, instead focusing his attention on a slight little stallion sitting in the front row. After a round of convincing from the stallion sitting next to him, a boyfriend perhaps?, the unassuming purple stallion slowly put his hand up. Not too high, but high enough to please his stallion. And enough for Preston to point him out with a grin and flourish. “Yes you, the small stallion up front!” Preston called, waving him up. “Please join me on stage for our final act!” As the spotlight fell upon him, the stallion froze up. It took pushing and prodding from the stallion beside him, as well as a gentle kiss on his cheek to wish him luck, but the stallion Preston had beckoned finally rushed up to join him on stage. Helping the lithe, almost coltish stallion onto the stage with a hand, Preston smiled softly down at him. “No need to worry. Preston will make sure to take care of you.” The two now on stage together, Preston was finally able to get a good look at his ‘assistant’ for this last bit of his show. An unassuming young stallion stood a head shorter than him, loose fitting clothing obfuscating what shape his body truly took, but Preston could easily tell it wasn’t coated in light, handsome muscle like his own. Clicking his tongue, Preston kept his attention on his volunteer but turned to face the audience. “Now, before we start, why don’t you introduce yourself to the audience?” The stallion mumbled out an answer shyly, curling in further upon himself as his eyes briefly darted towards the audience. Preston bit back a scoff, though one he turned into a good-natured laugh at his volunteer. “My stage may have amplification spells, but even they can’t pick that up. You may have to speak louder.” His blush growing brighter, the stallion finally turned towards the audience. “M-my name’s Star Tracker. I’m, uh, visiting from Canterlot with my boyfriend, Tender Taps.” Cracking a soft smile at that, Preston again addressed the audience. “Well then, let’s make this a finale for both of them to remember! Now, I don’t have to remind you that this is an Adults-Only show, but for this I’ll need your consent to do whatever I wish with you. Within reason, of course.” Star Tracker blanched briefly at the idea, looking into the audience for moral support from his boyfriend. Seeing Tender Taps throwing up a thumbs up that may have been a bit too eager, he looked back at Preston with an embarrassed nod. “S-sure! I mean, I’m already up here.” At the confirmation, Preston wasted no time in lightning his horn with a spell that made Star Tracker’s brain vibrate for a moment. Reeling back with a very undistinguished squeak, the smaller stallion shook his head and blinked rapidly. “What the heck was that?” He asked Preston loudly, his attention fully on the magician instead of his audience. PReston just smirked. “Just a little something to make you comfortable.” He crooned, his voice a bit smug as he stepped closer to Star Tracker and placed a hand on his shoulder. “So comfortable, in fact, that you’ll answer any question I ask, no matter how embarrassing, right?” Preston used the hand on Star Tracker’s shoulder to turn him towards the audience and, to the smaller stallion’s surprise, he didn’t feel the same anxiety as before. In fact, standing in front of the audience felt… nice. Filled him with a strange sense of pride that only doubled as he looked at his boyfriend. “Right.” Star Tracker agreed, a small smile blooming across his face. “Just a few standard questions first then.” Preston said, moving beside Star Tracker as they now both stared out into the audience. “First, between you and your lovely boyfriend, who would you say is the most dominant in bed?” “Oh, definitely me!” Star Tracker said with a bright, beaming grin as his eyes lit up. “Tender’s a big softie, and he never wants to bother me while I’m studying, so I’m always the one to throw him onto the bed and start feeling him up when I know he’s horny~” Preston nodded, humming softly as he noted the bulge slowly growing in the smaller stallion’s loose jeans. “A noble pursuit when he clearly wants it as well. And, when you both do get down to doing the deed, what positions do you do it in?” Star Tracker laughed at that, his smile growing wider as his eyes grew wistful. “Oooh, all kinds~ Tender is an erotic dancer on the weekends, so he’s made sure we both stay flexible. In fact, last night I had his legs behind his head while I-” “Sweetheart!” Came Tender Taps’ cry from the audience, the poor embarrassed stallion shooting up from his seat as the audience laughed around him. His cheeks were alight with a blush that continued all the way up to his ears. Rolling his eyes, Star Tracker waved the outburst off with a giggle. “It’s fine, honeybuns~ It’s not like I told them how loud I had you moaning!” Another wave of raucous laughter rang out from the audience, joined by Preston who couldn’t help but join them. “Well, it sounds like you and your honeybuns have a lot of fun in the bedroom. As for my final question before moving on, how large are you and your lovely beau?” Star Tracker thought for a moment about this, attempting to size it out with his hands before nodding. “I’d say Tender is about 10 inches, but pretty thin. Meanwhile I-” “Star Tracker, please!” Came another cry from Tender Taps, face completely red while he shook with embarrassment. A cacophony of boos followed soon after, forcing Tender back into his seat. “Oh don’t worry, my lovely audience! Your lovely Preston will make sure we find out the answer by the end of this~” Preston laughed proudly before turning back to Star Tracker. “This boyfriend of yours certainly loves to interrupt.” Star Tracker scratched the back of his head bashfully. “I think he’s just shy. We came here to Las Pegasus so we could be a lot more open with ourselves, but I don’t know if he’s taking it well.” Preston hummed softly as he looked Star Tracker over briefly, then snapped his fingers to make the smaller stallion’s eyes glassy and unfocused. “Actually, I believe a stud like you came to Las Pegasus alone. That libido of yours is so immense that all you want to do is show off and have sex~” Preston snapped again, stepping back to allow Star Tracker to take center stage. The small stallion blinked for a moment, regarding the audience as a whole for once and staring at all of the sexy, horny studs staring back at him. He licked his lips, a cocky grin overtaking his face as he huffed with lust. His cock surged in his loose pants, but it wasn’t contained for long. To the cheers of the audience, Star Tracker unbuckled and dropped his pants and underwear, stepping out of them and tossing them off stage. This not only revealed wide, feminine hips and a chubby, cushioned behind, but also a massive spear that throbbed between Star Tracker’s legs. It twitched and bounced under the awe of the entire audience, drooling out a stream of precum onto Preston’s stage. Losing his shirt as well, the chubby stallion flexed one arm like a superstud while his other hand began to stroke teasingly along his length. “Sixteen inches~ Any of you studs wanna take a ride on it?” Though there were a bundle of stallions who raised their hands, Preston made himself known by approaching Star Tracker from behind. Pressing himself to the back of this cocky stallion, he whispered into his ear. “Stroke yourself for the audience, stud. Show them how much of a stallion you are, and coat them all in in your seed~” Star Tracker’s hips bucked at the order, and both hands immediately wrapped around the stallion’s length. Said hands were a blur on his shaft, stroking swiftly as aided by the absolute deluge of precum he drooled, now being stroked into the flesh of his cock and making it glisten lewdly under the stage lights. A musk quickly filled the room. Not only coming from Star Tracker himself, but also from the stallions in the crowd who began to stroke along with him. The very thought of inspiring this act of lust made him moan out loudly, grunting as his hips began to buck along with his stroking. With his ego swelling, so was his desire to pump a load all over his loving audience. Seeing so many stallions masturbating to him so openly, Star Tracker’s attention was drawn to the small, slender stallion who seemingly refused despite the large, needy bulge that throbbed in his pants. Star Tracker winked at the cute little stallion, mind alight with very vibrant ideas of how he’d like to make him bounce on his cock. Pinning his legs behind his head while he presses him into the bed would be just the start. Star nearly came from the thought, but Preston again drew up behind him and placed one hand on his shaft. “You’ve clearly caused quite a stir, my stud, but I believe it’s time for the show to come to an end. When I snap my fingers, you will orgasm over this adoring crowd for me then return to your normal self with your lovely, hopefully very understanding boyfriend.” Pausing, Preston looked between the stud’s legs and smirked as he stroked both hands up towards Star Tracker’s medial ring. “However, you will certainly find yourself loving to show yourself and your impressive endowment off more when safe to do so. And you and your boyfriend will come backstage after the show for a… private session. Understood?” “Y…yes sir!” Star Tracker said through gritted teeth, moaning out loudly as he tried to fight back the orgasm for just that much longer. But as Preston snapped his fingers again, a volley of cum was loosed onto the masturbating audience below. Star Tracker’s hips bucked wildly as he fired load after load across the studs, his orgasm sparking the climaxes of several of the audience members as well. Like a wave, orgasms rolled over the audience until it seemed like every single one had covered either themselves or the ponies sitting beside them. But none were as lucky as those in the front few rows, dripping and covered in the seed of the show’s Star. A wave of clarity rolled over Star Tracker as well, suddenly staring out into the audience with his softening cock held in his hands. A cock that quickly reerected to his embarrassment, throbbing with sheer need as he looked over the kinky carnage he’d created. His eyes even locked onto his beloved Tender Taps, and both were alight with blushes as the wet, sticky spot grew within his sweetheart’s pants. Star Tracker rushed off stage, tail between his legs as his thick cock bobbed and drooled precum in front of him. His clothes tossed off stage and taken by audience members, he was forced to return to his seat naked and moaning from the attention. This left Preston on stage, a sly smile on his face as he stepped around the cum puddles left on his stage. Taking the center, he bowed proudly. “Well, talk about fireworks~ Thank you for being such a lovely audience, and thank you all for enjoying my show~”
