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.”