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~”