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.