Secret, But Fun
To my friend, who always tells me my stories don’t have enough dicks in them.
Spike glanced down at the guest list. First off was Big Macintosh, who was already here. It was his barn they were using, after all, and so he was always the first one here. Spike crossed his name off.
Next to arrive was Mr. Cake, with a load of pastries on his back. They were always hungry after this little get together, and so the stallion had offered to bring treats for everypony. He set the tray off to the side and greeted the workhorse standing around.
After him loped in Snails. The young stallion was considerably younger than everypony else here, but he was big for his age, and so he was allowed to join. His friend Snips, on the other hand, had opted not to show up after his first session for precisely the opposite reason.
In flew the Wonderbolt, Soarin’. He had just finished a practice flight, and so politely asked to use the hose to wash himself off. Big Macintosh happily obliged; they were going to get sweaty anyway, but nopony wanted to smell sweat before even getting started.
Hoity Toity was the next to arrive, clad in his usual disguise. As he walked in he made one last paranoid turn of his head to make sure nopony saw, then closed the door behind him. He shed his disguise once inside; he knew and trusted these ponies to keep a secret.
Last was the settler pony in his trademark hat, Braeburn. He had to take the train to reach Ponyville whenever it was held here, but he never minded the trip. It was always worth it, not just to participate in these activities, but also to say hello to his friends and relatives that he knew around here.
And last, of course, was Spike himself. Unfortunately, due to his body size, he couldn’t participate directly in the festivities. He instead helped organize things, and in reward got the best view of the activities. The dragon also occasionally acted as a fluffer, just as another little bonus.
“Well, looks like that’s everyone!” said Spike, eager for the night to begin.
Their first activity was always the communal circle-clop. They couldn’t have fun if they weren’t aroused, and this was the quickest way to make sure everypony was ready for the rest of the night. Spike especially enjoyed it, as he was allowed to be with the rest of the group.
The stallions and dragon sat back on their haunches in a circle, each spreading their legs slightly. Everypony then took their hooves and placed them on the crotch of the pony to the right. They then all began rubbing their hooves around, gently stroking each other’s stallionhoods. Some of them rubbed the flat of their hooves in small circles, while others ran their hooves up and down the other’s body, reaching up to his chest and back down to his member.
All of the ponies sitting down were beginning to get erect. Slowly, their penises began to grow, rising and becoming turgid. At this point, the ponies and dragon all switched, moving their hooves to the stallion on the left, after which they continued their gentle rubbing.
The air was filled with sighs and groans as their cocks began to reach full, strong erections. The stallions took a look around, observing the variety of members on display. Their were size, shape, and color differences, but nopony was judging; rather, they were all appreciated equally, as a variety of erections meant a variety of sensations.
Now that everypony was ready for some fun, Spike stood up to take his role as director of the event.
“Gentlecolts,” he said in a commanding, yet sultry tone. “I’d say it’s time for the main event!”
He then brought out an economy-sized bottle of lubrication and placed it in the center of the barn. Each stallion took a bit of it and rubbed it along the length of their very ready members, using their hooves to ensure that every bit of flesh was slippery and prepared for entry.
Spike cleared his throat once everypony was had finished with the lubricant.
“Well then, gentlecolts, let the games begin!”
At the dragon’s word, they all paired off: Big Macintosh put his hoof around Soarin’; Mr. Cake stood by Snails; and Braeburn trotted over to Hoity Toity. Spike climbed onto a bale of hay, his firm phallus in hand. Now with their partners, they all began to indulge in some not-so-secret butt fun.
Big Macintosh lifted up his front hooves and let them rest on the pegasus’ back, swinging his member into position. As he did, the tip brushed against the Wonderbolt’s firm, muscular haunches, causing Soarin’ to shudder. The workhorse then gently pushed himself into the other pony, feeling the passage clamp around his entering phallus and letting out a contented sigh. He began to slowly work himself into a rhythm, gliding in and out with increasing ease while bracing himself against the pegasus. Each time he pushed in he heard his partner moan, and was quickly in a comfortable, moderately-fast pace.
The red pony then slowed the rhythm a bit, and began moving his hooves around the other’s wings. Soarin’ felt pleasure shoot down his spine; he loved to have his wings played with. Big Macintosh began stroking down the length of the wings from the base all the way to the tip with soft, teasing motions, all while still gently thrusting into the pegaus. As he continued, he felt Soarin’ squirm around; the resulting motions felt wonderful on his own phallus.
With one hoof, he also began massaging the muscles at the base of the wings. Soarin’ practically melted and dropped down to front knees; he had been sore from practice and the much-needed massage felt absolutely excellent. He rolled his eyes back and continued panting. The pleasure from all three sources, the massage, the wing stroking, and the penetration, were bringing him dangerously close to the edge, and it showed: the precum was oozing from his member and leaving a puddle on the ground.
As this happened, the two lanky ponies had begun their own session. The decided it was best if they lie on the ground, and so Mr. Cake and Snails quickly fell to the ground and lay on their sides. The earth pony sidled up next to the unicorn until his chest was touching the other’s back, and began to breathe warm breaths on the back of his neck, following them with quick kisses on the other pony’s nape. The warm air and warm flesh sent chills up his spine, causing him to quiver in anticipation.
Mr. Cake rocked his hips forward, pressing his erection into Snails’ lower back. He crooned into the unicorn’s ear, teasing him by sliding the phallus lower and lower across his hips until the engorged shaft rest right at green-maned pony’s entrance. He then respositioned himself so the tip of his member was just touching Snails, and after one last kiss, pushed his cock into the unicorn.
Snails let out a low moan. He felt not only the phallus of Mr. Cake entering his lanky body, but also the breathing and heartbeat of the other pony as Mr. Cake’s chest rested against his back. The other pony had wrapped his hooves around Snails, and so the unicorn rest his own hooves on top of Mr. Cake’s as he felt the cock slide in and out of himself.
Mr. Cake’s face was that of contorted pleasure. It took some effort to thrust his body in and out while in this position, but each stroke caused a surge of pleasure through him. He braced himself by hugging the unicorn more tightly, gaining a bit more leverge to penetrate just a bit deeper. His effort was rewarded by a gasp and a groan from Snails, and Mr. Cake smiled.
Braeburn, meanwhile, had taken a liking to the silver-maned pony’s face, and decided that he wanted to see more of it. He told Hoity Toity to lie on his back, to which the pony happily agreed. The settler pony then lowered himself until their chests were touching, and gave a warm smile to his partner. Hoity Toity returned the smile and brought his head up for a kiss. Braeburn pressed his mouth against the other and the two spent a tender moment in a passionate kiss.
When they finally broke it, Braeburn got a naughty look in his eye, and shifted himself around until their erectrions were pressed against each other. He now starting griding his phallus against Hoity Toity’s, causing the silver-maned pony to coo in pleasure. The settler pony continued rubbing himself on the other pony, taking note of the clear display of pleasure on his partner’s face. Hoity Toity could not stop himself from letting out moans and letting his eyes roll back; Braeburn knew that his partner was enjoying this just as much as he was.
As the frottage continued, precum oozed out of both penises, mixing together and making them both more slick. Braeburn began to rub a little faster, and Hoity Toity began bucking his hips up in rhythm to match the other pony’s motions. The two continued their fun, panting and moaning as they shifted their hips, their pleasure ever increasing.
As he sat on a bale of hay, Spike was stroking himself as he watched all three scenes unfold. He too had grabbed a bit of the lube, and was now rubbing it across the length of his erection, moaning. He would turn his head to watch one pair, before getting a second look at another, never stopping his hands.
Spike treated himself quite well, pumping his hand up and down his penis with increasing vigor. His head was filled not only with the visions he saw before him, but also the thoughts of someday being able to join in. He imagined himself in the middle of each pair, and began to stroke even faster, leaning his head back and grunting. He had purposely used only a little lube, and so the friction he felt on his dragonflesh left him with great feelings of pleasure throughout his body.
At this point, Spike stopped and called for a 10 minute rest, to make sure that nopony reached their climax too soon. The ponies all stopped what they were doing and relaxed for ten minutes, before returning for the second round. Mr. Cake and Soarin’ opted to sit out, however, as they felt they needed the extra rest.
Hoity Toity got an idea. He grabbed Braeburn by the hoof and led him over to where Big Macintosh was standing. He stood up a bit and whispered something into the workhorse’s ear, and the red pony simply nodded. Hoity Toity then turned to Braeburn, telling him in a cooing voice that it was his turn to lie on his back. The settler pony happily obliged, leaving his hooves in the air.
The silver-maned pony trotted up to Braeburn, and lay on top of him, once again pressing their members together. Hoirty Toity locked eyes with the other stallion for a tender moment, smiled, then put on a naughty look as he withdrew his hips a bit. When he moved his haunches forward again, he used the momentum to press the tip of his phallus slightly into the other pony. Braeburn gasped out of both surprise and pleasure, then cooed and implored his partner for more. Hoity Toity continued to slide into the settler pony until he had his entire length in. He leaned down and kissed his partner, then turned over his shoulder and nodded to Big Macintosh.
The workhorse sidled up behind the pair of ponies, and lifted his hooves onto Hoity Toity’s back. Getting into position, the red pony pushed himself into the silver-maned pony with a grunt, moving slowly until he too had his entire length enveloped. The three ponies rested for a moment, completely connected, feeling each others warmth and taking in the sensations of coat against coat.
Hoity Toity then began to slide back out, as did Big Macintosh. When the middle pony had almost completely withdrawn himself, he pushed back into Braeburn. He moaned as he felt the sensations around his member in combination with the feeling of Big Macintosh now pushing himself back in. He began to push in and out in a moderate tempo, letting Big Macintosh find his own separate pace.
All the ponies were letting out gasps and moans of pleasure. The workhorse felt Hoity Toity’s plot squeezing on his member as he slid it in and out. Braeburn was moaning as the silver-maned pony moved around inside him, stimulating his prostate and the whole of his insides. Hoity Toity, meanwhile, was lost in a state of bliss, feeling both sensations at the same time.
After a while, the two thrusting ponies finally fell into rhythm. Big Macintosh withdrew himself with a sigh as Hoity Toity pushed himself into Braeburn, and then the workhorse would thrust in as the silver-maned pony pulled out. As the movement of their hips synchronized, so did their breathing and their moaning. The whole scene was a melody of movement leading to a symphony of pleasure.
Since Snails did not have a partner, Spike hopped off his bale of hay and walked over to the pony sitting on his haunches. The dragon quickly began to get to work, licking up and down the length of the presented member. Snails again began to moan; the texture of the dragon’s tongue was absolutely wonderful on his flesh.
Before long, Spike began to suckle on the tip of the pony’s erection, gently sucking and licking the engorged head. He resumed masturbating as he did this, moving his own hand in time with the bobbing of his head. Snails sighed and leaned back, giving the dragon even easier access.
Spike now began to move his lips further down the shaft. With each movement down and up, he caressed the phallus with his lips and tongue, listening for the groans and sighs from the pony to tell him how good of a job he was doing. He took more and more of the penis into his mouth each time, and while he could not fit the entire thing, he certainly made an admirable effort.
Now that the dragon had discovered how much of Snails he could take, he began to speed up his pace, moving his head up and down faster while still giving the pony the same pleasurable licking and sucking as before. The pony was now grunting and quivering, and had to stop the dragon before he burst in his mouth.
Spike figured this was a good time for another break, and so called for a time out once again. When time had passed, all 6 ponies returned for yet another round, and Spike returned to his hay bale and began stroking himself once again.
Soarin’ decided to put his plan into action. He grabbed the his lanky partner around the ribs and lifted him a bit into the air with the help of his powerful wings. Snails gasped at the sudden motion and the newfound height, but felt secure in the Wonderbolt’s muscular arms and with his back against his similarly strong chest, and let himself relax.
The pegasus moved Snails around until his cock was resting right on the unicorn’s plot. He then guided it in with no resistance, moaning as he felt his phallus engulfed by the other’s warm body. Snails, too, was groaning and panting as this appendage entered him.
Now that he was in the air, Soarin’ could use his wings gravity to his advantage. He stopped his wings for just a second while raising up his partner, withdrawing himself almostly completely, before flapping his wings hard and thrusting with force into Snails. They both gasped at the quick and intense sensation, and Snails’ member began to dribble with precum once again. After only a few more similar thrusts, Soarin’ already found his rhythm, dropping and thrusting in ways that left the two ponies in a state of intense pleasure.
Hoity Toity had decided, for now, to split up with Braeburn and go with the red stallion. He gave the settler pony one last wink before leading Big Macintosh along, telling him he’d like to have control. Bic Macintosh had no problems with this, and so lay on the floor as soon as the silver-maned pony asked him to.
The pony climbed on top of the workhorse, shimmying himself forward. He felt the quivering phallus under him slide against his body, brushing against his own, until the tip rested against the base of his. He then brought him chest off of the red pony’s, and reached a hoof back to take hold of Big Macintosh’s erection. Hoity Toity then lifted himself slightly and guided the penis in between his haunches, right under his tail. He gave a little smirk to the red pony to remind him who was in change, and then quickly lowered himself, plunging the cock into him.
Big Macintosh gasped as he felt himself suddenly enter the silver-maned pony. He did not have much time to react, however, as Hoity Toity quickly began sliding up and down, clouding the red pony’s mind with pleasure. The silver-maned pony rode the workhorse with increasing speed, feeling himself being filled up as he moved himself up and down the length of the phallus. He angled himself so that each time he brought his hips down he felt his prostate stimulated, moaning every time the jolt of pleasure surged through him. He change speeds erratically, picking up and slowing down based on the expressions on his partner’s face. As he would speed up, he would see Big Macintosh’s tongue begin to loll out, and slow down as to tease him and prevent him from getting too far.
Braeburn, after seeing Hoity Toity’s wink, turned toward Mr. Cake. As with Hoity Toity, he motioned for the stallion to get on his back and leave his hooves in the air. Once in position, Braeburn used his hooves to gently spread Mr. Cake’s legs. This, in turn, caused the other stallion’s member to stand a bit up, providing a good representation for how the bottom pony was feeling.
The settle pony dropped to his stomach and shimmied himself forward, letting the other phallus rub over his stomach, until he had the tip of his own penis at Mr. Cake’s plothole. The pony braced himself by pushing into the baker’s shoulders, and pushed himself in. As he felt himself being entered, Mr. Cake arched his back in pleasure, closing his eyes and moaning.
Braeburn used the support to build up a rhythm, sliding in and out of the other pony with relative ease. Mr. Cake was greatly enjoying this; the hooves were pinning him down, fulfilling his mild domination fantasies. He has often acted these out with his wife, but to be held down by another stallion was something new, and something very arousing.
As he continued to thrust in his rhythm, he lifted one of his hooves and brought it down to Mr. Cake’s phallus. Braeburn used the flat of his hoof to rub all around the now-quivering erection, stimulating the most sensitive parts with the tip. He grinned as he saw the stallion wriggling beneath him, in the throes of pleasure and clearly about to reach orgasm. Braeburn decided to tease him a bit, slowing his thrusting and his rubbing to keep Mr. Cake on the edge.
Spike once called for one final rest, and the ponies gathered together again. These events always had a traditional ending, and Spike knew that almost everypony was near their climax. The dragon recalled how it ended last time, and decided to switch the order a bit. He asked Soarin’ if he was still feeling sore, and when the pegasus shook his head, Spike finally had the order ready.
He first told Soarin’ to stand toward the center of the barn, which the pegasus did. The dragon then lined the other ponies up: after Soarin’ was Hoity Toity, then Braeburn, Snails, Mr. Cake, and finally Big Macintosh. Spike first nodded at Hoity Toity. The silver-maned pony lifted his hooves up, hopped foward, set them on the pegasus’ back, and penetrated Soarin’. The dragon then turned to Braeburn, who got behind the pair and thrust himself into Hoity Toity. One by one, Spike went down the line, the pony he signaled penetrating the one ahead until they were all connected. The scene resembled a sort of conga line, though with considerably more penetration than usual.
Finally, it was complete. The almighty Stalliontrain.
Spike gave his final instruction for them to commence, and sat back to continue rubbing himself. The ponies all began thrusting erratically, and the barn was filled with a harmony of moaning and groaning as they each felt themselves entering and/or being entered by another pony. The line shifted back and forth as the various participants moved their haunches. Their faces were mixed between exertion and pleasure.
After all they had been through, it did not take long for the ponies to reach climax. Big Macintosh was first to go over the edge, and so make one final push before releasing his semen into Mr. Cake. As Mr. Cake felt the spasming member inside of him, he too was brought to orgasm, and shot his filling into Snails. The unicorn felt this and immediately ejaculated into Braeburn.
As the settler pony felt the unicorn thrust in and release himself, he felt himself spasming in orgasm and quickly learned forward. He complemented his climax with a passioate kiss on Hoity Toity’s neck, and the combination of sensations both within him and without him brought him to ejaculation. Finally, as Soarin’ felt the silver-maned pony finish, his erection spasmed and he released his semen onto the floor of the barn in powerful spurts.
As this was going on, Spike had been stroking himself quite quickly at the sight of this scene. Once the line had neared the completion of its orgasmic wave, he too felt his hips buck and came. His dragon seed squirted all over himself as he felt pleasure roll through him.
The ponies, now satisfied and exhausted, collapsed to the ground in a line. The air was filled with the smell of sweat and semen, and the sounds of panting.
Another successful night.
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From the rafters of the barn, Owlowiscious was masturbating furiously. As with Spike, his body type forbade him from overt participation, but it did give him front-row seats to the attraction. He continued to use his wing to stroke himself up and down, finally reaching orgasm. The owl let his seed drop to the ground of the barn, and lie back on the rafters to rest.