> Stallions on the DL
>  by Battle Rarity
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> Stalled Out
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The bugle-horn blared its chipper tune for relief across the Crystal Empire's earthwork guard barracks, earning cheers from tired recruits and equally worn-out officers alike, all eager to put the day's routine of training behind them with some grub, grog, or gals waiting outside the training grounds. Yet, even in the ensuing haste to retreat to the barracks and rid themselves from their bulky armor, every passing stallion of all ranks paused to deliver a stalwart salute to a single unicorn wherever he appeared. Cadet or officer alike offered respect for their celebrated commander, the virtuous husband to their dear Empress; Shining Armor himself.

The robust, handsome royal guard captain returned each salute with haste, his steely blue eyes sternly regarding each soldier, as if constantly judging their slightest errors. Surely, the commander of the Crystal Empire's entire military had something urgent to attend to, something of dire importance that kept him from lingering or speaking to his men that day. Duty called for each pony in every moment spent in service to their alicorn ruler, but Shining Armor must hear that call most loudly of all...right?

"Carry on, recruits; someday we might make good troopers out of you, and you'll have your own chance to make our Empire proud!" Shining Armor barked, earning a chorus of "Yes Sir!" from a trio of passing cadets, all of whom marveled at the passing hero with pure reverence.

Truthfully, Shining hoped that none of his comrades saw the faint outline of perspiration on the unicorn's brow, or the flighty evasiveness of his gaze searching for any distraction after lingering on the passing stallions' taut, sweat-drenched bodies just a little too long. The natural intimidation most lower-ranked Crystal Ponies or Equestrians felt towards their commander proved ironic, given his name; they paid too much attention to looking presentable rather than taking note of a bulging, masculine "tension" straining to make itself known beneath the stallion's own golden armor, the sort which left his trot somewhat hobbled. Their awe proved a solid shield to lean on, all the way to Shining's destination; the near-empty musician's hall.

After the bugle call marked the day's end, most soldiers left base as quick as their hooves or wings might carry them off to town, save for those with disciplinary tasks or extracurricular duties. Such duties included performing as part of the Crystal Chorus Orchestra, the Empire's traditional martial band, whose lengthy practice carried on twice a week for several hours within the usually-vacant practice space. The band's membership contained both mares and stallions; however, stallions still comprised the bulk of its performers, often either lower-ranking rookies with a penchant for music or the young officers trained with instruments as part of their upbringing. Either way, their practice often dragged on into overtime during their meetings to work out kinks in the performance, leaving throngs of virile, worked-up broncos unable to take out the day's frustrations with either a pinup, a waiting sweetheart, or a flirty mare with a penchant for studs in uniform.

For Shining, the music hall presented the perfect opportunity in an ideal place; and if the rumors were true, he'd be doing every stallion stuck playing his clarinet instead of clopping one out in his bunk a real favor!

"Here goes nothing..." Shining resolved with a swallow as his magic unlatched the door, briskly stepping in before nerves overtook him, like last time. No way he could wait until next week, not now, not when he'd come so close. Besides, if anypony asked, it wouldn't be so hard to talk up an excuse for why Shining Armor, the Crystal Empire's celebrated hero and husband to its ruler, might slink into the performance hall. A surprise inspection, or morale-boosting pep-talk? That'd work like a charm! After all, even at spear-point he'd never admit the genuine purpose of his sneaky jaunt, or the enticing prospect too exciting to ignore.

Glancing back towards the training field, the commander of an entire empire's legions slipped sheepishly into the desolate hallways of the building, its interior styled in the classical manner of antiquity's marble pillars. Such regal construction presented drawbacks for the stallion, as every hoof-fall felt heavy as iron, echoing from one end of the passage to another like thunderclaps. Shining's thoughts raced, as did his hooves, ignoring the doorways to band halls or staff offices on the off chance they'd be occupied in the scant time before the Chorus arrived. Instead, the stallion spied his goal and seized it; the doorway marked "Basement," leading down into the dark, isolated corridors where spare instruments, chairs, and musical stands quietly gathered dust.

However, just down the stairs and tucked away in an alcove of the basement sat a pair of dingy restrooms, hidden away from prying eyes or the common hoof-traffic of the building. The door to the mare's room wore a stark "Out of Order, Use Stallion's Room" sign, defaced with lurid graffiti marks proclaiming "Cum back soon," "Lost my V-Card here," and "No condom's beyond this point" coupled with a crude scribble of a smiling sperm and egg joining together in carnal matrimony. Shining stared at the sign for a moment, imagining the sort of debauchery that unfolded beyond that door to leave the entire bathroom off-limits...

The stallion's room door fared far better, left fairly pristine because its darker color, which made graffiti harder to read in the gloom. Striding inside the restroom, Shining Armor knew the rumors he'd heard in the locker-rooms held more than an ounce of truth; that just underneath the veneer of modesty and order, ponykind still created hidden outlets of debauchery in forgotten spaces where shameful secrets were made, and kept.

The commander's lustrous golden armor stood gleaming in stark contrast to the grimy bathroom interior surrounding him, a few flickering florescent lights humming above illuminating a row of mint-colored stalls, three in total. Built with extra space to accommodate stallions who might be totting around bulky instruments downstairs on their breaks, the stalls occupied twice the space of the ones upstairs; a trait that, coupled with their obscurity, made them absolutely perfect for sating the aching desire pressing uncomfortably underneath Shining's restraining suit of armor; or, that same desire in other stallions.

Peeking underneath the rows, Shining found each of them to be unoccupied; though such a state wouldn't last, once practice began. In haste, the most sought-after royal stallion in the Crystal Empire ducked inside the middle stall before anypony might happen to enter, latching the door behind him. The rusty iron lock clicked into place, sealing the commander between its walls and leaving Shining alone with the mounting shame for what he'd slunk here for; a shame that only paled when compared to the illicit thrill grinding rigidly against his lower belly.

"T-That's more like it, hah..." he growled impatiently within the hideaway. Shining's magic seized the straps to his dress-uniform and pulled them away, unbinding  his perverse desires to at last stand free and in the open. Shining Armor's stallionhood rose from its imprisonment with urgency, its jet-black length spotted with white pigments along the mid-length of his shaft, the flare having yet begun to swell. His own familiar masculine scent filled the stall almost immediately, leaving Shining awash with lusts long-suppressed in the name of marital and social obligation, lusts which stood firmly between his legs. Mounting his armor to the metal coat-rack to avoid tarnishing it on the bathroom floor, Shining pulled down the toilet seat, taking stock of his new 'throne" and surveying the realm, a hoof stroking his maleness all the while.

While the entrance to the stallion's room lacked the typical bathroom commentary one expected pent-up soldiers to scrawl, the visitors to this stall more than made up for it. On the door barked the command "Blow this horn, bitch," with an arrow pointed to a doodled trumpet whose bell resembled the flared head of a stallion's cock, blasting cum instead of musical notes. "Easy cum, easy blow" and "the Empress' real throne" occupied the walls above the toilet in black marker; and an especially degrading trickster even scrawled a rendition of his beloved wife's heart-shaped cutie mark flanked by swimming sperm instead of golden flourishes, punctuated with the ludicrous, if strangely erotic claim that "Cadence Sucks here on Saturdays." Close, but the writer picked the wrong pony in that couple...

More crass artistic creations orbited two large circular openings burrowed out of the stall's walls on either side by an enterprising and horned-up cadet with either a spell or drill handy, the generously-sized slots wreathed with tethers of black masking tape to form a "curtain" between either side of the wall. Unless somepony tore off the tape or managed to fit their head underneath or above the narrow wall fittings, they'd have a hard time seeing who was occupying their neighboring stall.

The hole on Shining's left seemed more recent, a faint scent of sawdust still clinging to the opening, while a line of arrows pointing down and proclaimed that it offered "Free Pony Rides!" for those willing to climb aboard. Shining's hoof swiped along the words, shuddering at the notion of getting one of those "rides," sending pang of sensation through his hardening cock. The hole's twin on the opposite side appeared older, once filled-in by the janitorial staff but then reopened, if the slight difference in paint color proved the sordid history of the bathroom. A simple, but no-less arousing order read above the veteran hole, "Open Wide," a command Shining aimed to follow with the same intensity he gave every directive on the training ground, should his suspicions bear fruit.

"G-Gaaahh, fuck! G-Gotta keep edging, it's almost time. C-Can't finish too soon," Shining whined, a hoof stroking the underside of his pent-up shaft, the stud surprised at how simply sitting in such a filthy, dangerous position left his stallionhood tense with need in ways Cadence struggled to match. Even underground, the faint patter of marching hoofsteps on the floor above sent a jolt of frightful urgency across his thoughts; all those young, needy stallions mere yards away and with no clue that their Supreme Commander sat stroking himself off in the confines of a barely-secret gloryhole, knowing that even the rumor of the new father's time inside would ruin him in the eyes of everypony within the Empire. The danger, excitement, and utterly primal need quaking within him so deeply that his rear hooves trembled in its wake drove Shining to such depths of anticipation that the moments seemed to drag on; only one thing hoped to sate urges left unexplored since his adventurous Academy days... 

"C-Celestia, have I ever been this hard?! N-Never been like this, so hot inside my chest, like a vice around my-"

The bathroom door swung open with a shrill creak, and Shining's tension-riddled whispers ceased, leaving only his labored breaths reverberating against the walls of his hideaway. Mighty, stout hoofsteps clapped across the tile floor, punctuated by the rattle of chainmail shifting on a stallion's back. A Cadet perhaps, or even Private, just stopping by to take a quick break before dragging something up from downstairs? Or perhaps...

The steps kept approaching Shining's latched enclave, their steadiness firm and unyielding, doubtlessly belonging to a powerful stallion whom eclipsed the unicorn in physical size; which of the recruits that he recalled matched that stature? Honestly, most of them were bigger than him. The stranger huffed right outside his stall, a deep and authoritative sound that left Shining feeling oddly docile, subservient even. He froze.

A stout hoof thumped against the door to his stall without warning, resounding like the beat of a drum (perhaps belonging to an actual drummer), while the thin wooden barrier standing shakily between the famous leader and his unsuspecting guest shuddered at the stranger's smack. 

"A-Aah!"

The involuntary squeak leapt from Shining Armor's lips, a short-lived and sharp sound that the unicorn couldn't help but offer in protest. The confidence ingrained in him from day-one of Royal Guard training melted away like the facade it truly was. On the other side, one pony unknowingly held the Commander's fate in his hooves...

"Hah, knew there was some faggot shacked up in here! Good thing too, been empty the last few times. Relax bitch, I'm not gonna come in," a bellowing, self-assured voice spoke back, and Shining heard the door to his left pry open. The stranger's derisive name-calling would have earned him a week's worth of chore-duty and shame from his whole barracks if he'd dare call Shining Armor that in the open; yet in the stall, in such a compromising position, the stallion used whatever names he wanted with impunity. 

"Hmm, actually, guess I'm kinda lying about that; at least a part of me'll be comin' in to give you a visit. Sit tight and get ready, cause it's just what you've been waiting for." The visitor uttered with devilish implications from his stall, not even bothering to lock or close his own door.

Shining Armor remained silent save for his deepening breaths, listening to the occupant in the stall next door shuffle into position, the visitor's front hooves pressing against the wall they shared. A plate of armor fell to the floor, chiming against the toilet as Shining's guest freed the rising embodiment of his own pent-up desires. 

The unicorn's blue eyes stared transfixed at the gloryhole opening, his hooves moving on their own accord to seat the commander expectantly before it, as if he sat praying at a profane altar of depravity. A scent touched at the tip his nose; distant but alluring, a heavy sort of smell that he'd last caught whiff of while on the Canterlot High hoof ball team.

"Grragghh, here it comes, what all the mares wish they had in front of 'em," Shining's visitor grunted, the tape curtain giving way to reveal the source of that wonderful scent and the avatar of profane sexuality his circular "altar" was meant to accommodate. A monstrously-sized stallionhood emerged from the opening, its dark-grey length speckled with a dabble of white across the hardening medial ring, the glorious shaft standing nearly as big around as Shining Armor's own hoof!

"W-Whoa..." The unicorn uttered in awe, so entranced by what he saw that he had little chance to move out of its way...and frankly, did he really want to? 

Pressed up against Shining Armor's cheek with urgent need, the mystery stallion's cock twitched out a gooey dollop of precum as it touched the unicorn's unsuspecting nose, bathing his senses in that utterly-intoxicating masculine scent. Clearly, the stallion skipped the showers that day and had trotted into the building straight from the training grounds, leaving clammy sweat and the overpoweringly primal smell of it clinging to every growing inch his stallionhood. 

"Sweet Celestia," Shining gasped, his voice a quiet, tender whisper, marveling at the bare shaft of a real stallion; one whose girth clearly outmatched his own length in almost every way. Bigger, harder, reeking of raw sex...How could he hope to match such a monster? It struck him as a testament to Candace's deep love for him that she'd not run off with a stallion just like that across the wall; one whose body and member eclipsed anything he'd ever hope to become. Dumbstruck, Shining lost track of why he'd even thought to sneak away, expecting a quick clop and a fantasy to linger with; instead, he found himself humbled as a stallion.

"So, you just gonna stare at it sissy, or start suckin' me off? I know, I've got a bigger cock than a fag like you'd ever have; but I don't have all damned day for you to sit there and ogle my junk," the stranger commanded with a sway of his athletic hips, his bobbling length smacking Shining's cheek with a smear of warm pre-cum, prying the unicorn from his lust-drunk stupor. 

"Awake yet? Good, now put that cock-breathed mouth to work, before I get bored waitin' and break down that door to make you choke on it!"

No, "match" was the wrong word to consider. There was only one true stallion in the room asserting control now, and his wanting cock deserved the due tribute earned from subservient little sluts; worship. 

"Haa..." Shining bleated a soft-voiced sigh, almost a moan, in acknowledgment of the stud's directive, extending his tongue to taste the delicacy laid before him. Instantly, the stranger's nectar inundated his tongue with pre-cum, sweat, and soon, Shining Armor's own spittle, which coated the stud's slightly-swollen head. For the first time in his life,  the Supreme Commander of the Crystal Empire's vast armed forces sat kneeling not to his wife; rather, to the avatar of a superior maleness poking from an obscuring hole, opening his mouth not in prayer, but to accept the cock outmatching his own in every way that mattered.

"I heard that moan, sissy; you're really getting off on this, aren't you? Hah! Bet you're that limp-hoofed fag in the flute section who called in "sick" for practice today; what's wrong, didn't get your daily dose of dick yet? I'll fix that," The stallion jeered, thrusting his hips forward to jab his shaft into Shining's parted muzzle, forcing a choked grunt from the unicorn. 

"G-Grrghh! Hh-mmppphhh..." Shining objected with a muffled squeak, the catcalling stranger's growing flare battering across his flicking tongue without care for anything but getting more of his dick wet. The first few inches rammed their way past his lips, their taste and raw musk deep, virile, and strangely pacifying. Shining Armor's eyes fluttered like a bashful schoolfilly inviting her crush for a quickie at prom, and he couldn't help but whimper like one too. The unicorn relaxed the tension in his muzzle, uttering a thankful groan to the visitor for proving a revelation of his own inadequacies, especially one so rewarding to taste. 

"Mmm, I don't even have to come in there to make you choke! Hah, all the cocks you've sucked on before probably belonged to little-dicked runts like you; how're you liking a real draft horse?" the stud taunted with a cruel tinge to his voice, grinding himself against the wall to jam more dick into the wanting hole, invested only in getting his rocks off. Shining all too happily obliged, gagging down the stud's meaty shaft with abandon, the damp and desperate sound of his lurid slurps filling the bathroom. 

"Gaahh, a fuckin' lot, from how you're squealing in there. Already training that whore's mouth of yours, get it used to how big I am? That's it bitch, keep tryin' to take it all; even if you can't, it's fun to hear you struggle."

Spittle dripped from the stallion-turned-sissy's mouth, wreathing Shining's lips or slathering across the alpha-stud's thick knob, globs of the stuff gathering on his own furry chest and the dirty tiled floor. Shining's ears twitched, ushering a whimper of agreement with the stranger; it was fun to struggle, to offer the worthy stallionhood a nice, warm, damp place to shove itself inside when it wasn't busy deflowering and defiling countless eager mares. For all this popularity in school and college, Shining's cock claimed only a single mare's pussy; how many slits had his visitor's shaft spread apart? Did they all moan nearly as much as he'd started to? 

"Aahh, are you enjoying my tongue, babe? M-Mmm, you taste like heaven, hehe," the Commander admitted with an almost waifish giggle, his mouth hopefully too full of cock to risk identifying himself through voice. The unicorn rested both hooves on the wall in an effort to press his gagging throat further, yearning to kiss the stallion's medial ring, though that left his own rigid member begging for attention. 

"Heaven for queers maybe, but the mares sure don't complain either. Hah! Not like how they would bitch about having somepony like you in bed with them," the stranger retorted, thumping his hoof on the stall wall impatiently. "Now shut up and put that mouth to work! I've got a schedule to keep upstairs, and can't waste my time in the stall like you."

"Yes, Sir...O-Ooohh!" Shining yelped in subservience as his horn sparked to life, blue magic gripping the unicorn's erect stallionhood in the pleasurable rhythms of telekinetic stimulation. The degradation proved too arousing, and unable to ignore his lusts, the stallion's magic stepped in; however, mentally holding every lesser inch only amplified his inferiority when contrasted to a genuine stud's equipment. He lacked a full six-inches of comparative length, not to mention the incredible thickness; why, the stud's pride barely fit through the hole!

For all there was to worship, the stud's musk entranced Shining the most; a unrefined, primal scent, inspiring visions of a tribal chieftain ruling by the might of his hooves and the most basic ambitions to conquer other neighboring clans, claim his due tribute of servants or wives, and coat the pristine maidens of the land in the enduring seed of his lineage. A stud like that would trounce a leaner, smaller colt like himself at every opportunity...what place would he have in such times, other than one of service?

"H-Hmmmphhh! Mmmph" Shining's sex-addled thoughts inspired shameless moans, the unicorn picturing himself as a conquered warrior tamed to pleasure the victor, a weaker breed of pony put back in an ancient niche forgotten by all but the winners. Shining's cock trembled in excitement, flaring up from his magical touch at the subservient fantasy. Wouldn't forfeiting the constraint strain of power, responsibility, or of fatherhood for even a few hours be worth it, to yield to his role as a tool for pleasuring his betters? 

"Graggh, pretty light show, fag...So you're a unicorn then?" the abrasive stranger observed with a mocking grunt of a laugh, pulling back his hips to pry his slobber and pre-coated cock from the faggot's gripping muzzle. Swaying his flank, the stranger's dick slapped Shining across the cheek and nose, coating the co-ruler of the Crystal Empire in his male essence. "Mmmph, can't say I'm surprised, cause any guy that shoots fairy-sparkles from his head all day must be more than a little queer. You're putting that horn to work tryin' to stroke off that pathetic twig you call a cock, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes babe! I-I'm playing with my little toy soldier right now, while you've got a real "cannon" pointed right at me and ready to blow," Shining admitted through the hole, so out of breath that his voice lacked the usual stoutness or depth that everypony in the training grounds recognized, instead speaking quickly, desperately. The enraptured unicorn tried to kiss and suckle his visitor's swinging cock, but the stud meant to draw out Shining's pining whimpers for him, instead dragging his flared head along Shining's blue two-toned mane to mark his passing with off-white strings of pre-cum. "P-Please babe, I need your cock back in my mouth right now! I'll do anything to taste you again, just-"

"I've got about ten minutes before I go back upstairs; tell me all about why I'm a better stallion than a cock-cleaner like you, and maybe, if I like what I hear, I'll fill that emptiness in your mouth with something worthwhile again," the stranger demanded coldly, almost with a hateful snarl to his command, holding nothing but contempt for the faceless unicorn lending him pleasure on the other side.

"I-I..." Shining stammered, attempting to catching his breath, only to find that every crevice of the stall reeked of the other stallion's maleness, his own arousal not even registering as a faint trace; as if his own cock, the embodiment of his masculinity, barely existed. "Y-You're a beast of a stallion with a cock to match, one that puts mine to s-shame and makes me regret ever trying to pleasure mares with it. M-My weak little cock could make them moan, like a vibrator would; while yours surely makes them scream!"

"Damn right it does! After all, I'm the one getting his dick wet from some scared little bitch hiding in some hole. Tell me something I don't know already, sissy," the stallion snorted dismissively, laying his cock along the bridge of Shining's nose, its swollen head prodding at the unicorn's horn and lathering its ivory base with sticky pre. "Hah, I'm surprised a mare even let you even stick such a wimpy pecker in her! Must have been outta pity, poor gal. Let me guess; when she saw your dinky "toy soldier" coming out to play, she giggled and called it "cute," didn't she?"

"...Y-Yes, she did. She called it "sweet" and c-climbed on top of me," the paramour to a thousand mare's fantasies confessed, astonished at how much truth his tormentor hammered home, especially of his first time with Cadence. The unicorn spoke bashfully, the thin wall of anonymity and his docile, higher-pitched voice a more secure suit of armor for his social status than the golden one hanging on the wall. "My w-wife, she likes to call it that, my daring "toy soldier-"

"Hah, really!? Your fuckin' wife?" the stranger balked derisively, his massive stallionhood so turned on at the revelation that it streamed a constant trickle of slimy precum across Shining's forehead, its musk like a brand seeking to cling on every inch of his fur. "Wow, guess she REALLY felt sorry then, if she married you! What'd you do, knock her up? It's no wonder you wanna suck me off so bad, at least that's something you might be good at, no matter how tiny your dick is."

"Yes, you're right!" Shining's pride cracked, intoxicated by the stranger's appetizing cock smearing him in its utter supremacy. Frantic for the humbling girth, the famed hero of the Empire lapped his tongue at the stud's base, his horn busy stroking at his own diminutive cock all the while. "I'd love to sit on this dirty toilet choking down your dick every week! I'd happily do that rather than try and make love to my wife, she'd get more pleasure out of her vibrator than what I could give!"

"Graah, now that's more like it, cock-sucker! Never gets old, hearing an ignorant fag finally learn their place beneath a real stallion," the visitor growled in approval, his rigid flare twitching against Shining Armor's forehead, slathering the unicorn's mane in enough pre to send it trickling against an ear. "Every week, huh? Tell yah what...You and your little "toy soldier" promise to follow my orders without question, and I'll give you what you crave. Sound good, slut?"

"Yes, yeees! Please babe, I'll do anything for cock!" Shining begged with a pathetic moan, eager for the stranger's approval and conceding all command of anything to him. The unicorn's horn bathed the stall and his own dick in fawning magical glow, standing on edge time and time again; yet, Shining kept himself from experiencing climax until he'd given that pleasure to his visitor, marshaling his self-discipline as a sign of respect towards his better. The unicorn imagined that his stud's muzzle wore a victorious sneer at the news, and he wasn't far off on that assumption, if their cockiness was anything to go by.

"Good, now listen, fairy," the stallion demanded full attention, thumping a hoof against the stall wall." You're gonna come right back here next week, same time, same stall. You're gonna "borrow" some lipstick from your wife, bright stuff with some glitter in it, and then doll yourself up like the limp-dicked sissy you are! Then, you're gonna leave a nice trail of kisses down any and every cock that comes through these holes; got it, sparkler-head?"

"Y-Yes, sir," came the sheepish reply, Shining's voice soft and disarmed of hesitation, his eyes fluttering at such masculine scents coating his fur in the wake of the stranger's grinding shaft.

"Sir? Hah, I like that! Stick to sayin' babe in that mewing voice though, slut. Graggh, reminds me of a gal I used to bang hard every weekend; maybe I should pay her a visit before practice for old time's sake, so you can taste her on my dick? You'd like that, huh?" the bronco taunted, pulling back his hips slightly to point himself straight towards Shining's panting maw. "More pussy than you'll ever get! Speakin' of which, one last order."

"I'm all ears, babe," Shining acknowledge, tuning up his falsetto to such a height that he sounded almost like a colt again; or perhaps even a bashful filly exchanging flirtatious comments with her crush.

"Don't waste your wife's time in bed this week, she's got better things to do than put up with your tiny cock. Let her play with those big-mare toys she probably has stashed away to make up for the action she's totally not gettin' between your legs," the stranger instructed dismissively, the head of his cock flaring at the idea of denying the hidden sissy his married lovemaking, instead aiming to turn the simpering faggot's thoughts strictly towards a higher purpose: servicing genuine stallions. "You should be thankin' me for that order, cause you'll be a champ at pussy-diving in no time, fag."

"She deserves to be treated like the Princess she is...you're right. I'll do it! P-please," the unicorn whimpered, his eyes focused on admiring the cock jutting forth from the hole in all its hardened splendor, aching to lend it a depraved form of prayer. "Babe, please let me practice giving studs pleasure with my mouth, starting right now! Use my mouth like you would any other hole to fill! Make this slut choke on your big cock, babe!"

"Oh, fine, since you asked so nicely; line that chatty hole up and open wide, bitch," the stud commanded, and Shining obeyed without hesitation, presenting his open muzzle towards the very tip of the alpha-male's wanting dick. Shining moaned an invitation of readiness for the stud, panting hot breath upon the rounded flare to let him know of the warm, wet fuck-hole awaiting his conquest. He'd need not wait long to have his newfound purpose in life validated, the wanting emptiness in his own masculinity filled with that of a truly-virile stallion.

"Aahh-G-gaaargh! M-Mmwwwaaphhhh!~" Shining gargled in rapture as his wish was granted, the stranger's stout hips hammering forward just after he'd taken a lungful of that self-worth robbing musk, its rock-hard genesis prying open the tarnished Commander's mouth with its girth. Such violence behind the initial thrust fed into Shining's awakened submissiveness, the unicorn's forehooves mounting against his side of the stall to keep his head steady and presented.

"Wet and warm, just like a slut's cunt should be..." the stud snarled, his flare pulsing at the back of Shining's throat, unknowingly inspiring a powerful addiction for that feeling in the husband of his ruling Princess. Relishing the feeling of the faggot's cock-hungry tongue lapping at his shaft for a moment, the stranger pulled his hips back sharply, leaving a trickle of the unicorn's spittle shimmering in the fluorescent bathroom lighting. The true stallion shuddered, aroused in how endearingly the bitch on the other side licked his head, leaving it nice and ready for him to thrust forward once more, even deeper and rougher than before.

Shining's hooves scraped at the walls under his superior's onslaught, the graffiti-coated paint worn thin from doubtlessly many eager bitches like himself kissing cock at the profane hole. His mews pleaded for the stud's medial ring to slip between his lips again and again, the sluticorn cramming his muzzle against the dirty wall to lessen distance between his throat and the stranger's surely-thick base. Shining's horn sputtered like a broken strobe light, jerking his own cock and discovering it softening somewhat in his grip, as if conceding its meekness to the one thrusting deep into his open mouth.

"S-Shit, you're givin my ex's cunt competition now! Bet your ass is even better, tighter than a virgin on homecoming night! Celestia's twat, you were fuckin' born to suck dick!" the demeaning stallion roared, hammering a hoof to the wall to encourage his worshiper's complete devotion, his muscular hips ramming into the ready and willing hole with mounting urgency. "A-Arghh, been a long time since I've had a fag like you in here, one so damn thirsty for me! You want my cum something fierce, don't you?!"

"M-Mmmhmmmphhh!" the born dick-licker purred back in agreement, smashing his muzzle against the hole in the wall with a lewd smooch, ensuring that his once-pristine throat took the shaft from flare to near-hilt. If only the hole didn't keep that base tantalizingly out of reach! Shining's cheeks bulged, slobber trickling from his mouth to stain the walls in the wake of the stud's every rampant thrust, the unicorn's muffled gags music to the mean-spirited stranger's ears. Shining sniffled from the abuse, tears flowing down his cheeks at the strain of being face-fucked into submission; yet, he found that he loved it, accepting the stallion's aim to turn his muzzle into a suitable replacement-pussy for needy studs. Wasn't it a much better use for his mouth than chatty diplomats or making all those dumb speeches?

Loud, thumping sounds filled the dingy space for several minutes, the slurping symphonies of a slut gobbling up cock quite audible within the forgotten restroom. The stranger grunted savagely, fully hilting, his shaft swelled against the accommodating opening. His heavy balls throbbed tightly against his base at how snugly the sissy's mouth felt, struggling to postpone his long-delayed release to properly break in another slut. Shining moaned whorishly on the other side, the magical stimulation keeping the unicorn teetering on an arousal high in anticipation of the hot prize quaking within his superior's balls. Given how much the stud's dick flared upon his tongue, that gleeful christening of his faggotry surely couldn't be far off.

"G-Gettin' closer now, sissy! You'd better swallow it all, dumb bitch, or I'll come in there and beat you up for wastin' a drop of my seed," that pent-up stud warned, his rapid breath coming in throaty pants while his flanks tensed from driving thrusts into the gloryhole. The dick on Shining's flicking tongue pulsed at every forceful hilt, minting another fresh faggot on its impressive length; one who'd spend his every idle minute thinking about earning the next helping of genuine stallion seed. 

"G-Gonna bust real soon; moan for me fairy, let me hear you beg for my spunk!" the stranger whinnied loudly, like a blaring trumpet.

"Hmm, mmhmm! G-Gaarraghh," Shining gurgled and pleaded, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, basking in the ravaging that'd surely leave his throat sore for a few hours at the very least, but his reward was worth every discomfort.

Shining's blue magic lit up sharply, the sparkling sound of ethereal energy jerking his near-flaccid cock to a leaky release, meager cum trickling harmlessly from the hero's own black shaft to pool half-forgotten to the filthy bathroom floor. What really mattered pounded the unicorn's brains out from beyond the wall, drool trailing down from his muzzle in slick rivets as all thought beyond providing a hole left him. No ideas of rank, obligation, or even husbandhood; only earning a superior's seed, tasting it, adoring it...

At long last, the moment came. The stranger's waist rocked, shivered, and then stopped moving, save for short-lived jerks forward. Shining's eyes widened in amazement at the sheer width of such a massive flare swelling at the back of his throat. Pulling himself away from the hole slightly, the future-slut lashed his greedy tongue on his stud's head, which effortlessly drew the desired treasure; a mighty throb, and an even stronger whinny from the opposite stall, ushering forth a spout of warmth that splashed into Shining's open maw. Seed, glorious stallion seed rushed into his muzzle in gushing streams, reeking of salted potency. The flavorful tribute soon filled Shining's mouth, his thoughts, his very soul even; for nothing compared to the fulfillment of knowing he'd provided such ecstasy to an Alpha.

"Rrragghh! Drink it all down, that's a good girl! F-Fuck, bet you'd suck anypony that came through this hole, huh?! Well, here it comes, j-just what you've wanted, A-Aaarghhh!" his superior groaned, but Shining already obeyed. Why would he dare waste such a tasty treat? The unicorns' tongue lapped voraciously at the stranger's head, hoping to coax every precious jolt of cum from his stud's emptied balls so that they wouldn't go to waste dribbling out into this armor later, ensuring that no drop went unspent into his tummy. 

The stranger chuckled to himself, content that he'd transformed yet-another pretender from colt to cocksucker; heck, he'd finished leaking seed over a minute ago, but the faggot was still suckling, hoping for a stray droplet! No way he'd ever think of himself as a stallion again...

Completely spent, the stud finally withdrew with a sharp smack, the pop of his still-swollen flare exiting Shining's muzzle a sinful sort of departing kiss. His flare had softened enough inside Shining's worshiping mouth to slip back through the other side of the hole, but just barely!

Shining slumped onto his flank, staring at the vacant hole with a dull gaze, still licking his muzzle to glean whatever droplets of cum might remain...but some stained the hole itself, leaking from the stranger's withdrawing cock! In an instant, Shining leapt for them, circling his tongue across the hole to clean up the remnants, and even earning a lick across the stud's drained balls for his trouble! They tasted like sweat, salt, and seed, all three flavors blended into an intoxicating tonic that left him, at the end, prodding his muzzle through the hole to show his empty tongue. "Aahhh..."

"Fuck, you really drank it all up, didn't you? Hah, just you wait...next week, you'll have cum in more holes than one," the stranger boasted, and Shining heard him settle back into his uniform, dressing himself in a hurry to make up for lost time. "I'll see yah next time, fag."

"Wait! Before you go...Got a marker on you, babe?" Shining questioned after withdrawing his muzzle from the hole, his voiced tuned up to as much of a feminine falsetto feigning playful innocent as he could manage. The attempt to disguise his weakened maleness failed, but at least the effeminate tone kept his identity a mystery, and felt more natural with each word leaving his lips. The Commander of the Imperial Legions only hoped that the wolf on the other side wouldn't recognize his voice over the speakers or during a speech anytime soon.

"Lookin' to leave your mark, huh? Well, here you go fag. Let everypony know where they can get their balls drained! Haha..." the satisfied stranger snickered, slipping a deep-red marker past the barrier between them, it's hue resembling that of cheap lipstick. Shining's magic picked up the marker, and began writing on the wall in lavish cursive. The lackadaisical unicorn couldn't help but chortle at seeing that fanciful lettering on the crude wall; he'd spent so much time working on it in Canterlot Elementary, but what would Ms. Dazzleflash say at seeing her grown-up pupil slumped against a bathroom wall, with a tummy filled with a stranger's cum and fur stained with his own?

"Next week I'll bring my little brother along; he's been itchin' to get some oral action lately, and his prude bitch of a mare won't put out cause she doesn't like the taste. You sure as fuck won't be complaining about that, right? As for me," the stud snarled, slamming the bathroom stall door on his way out, his massive spit-covered cock still swaying between his legs. "You'd better stretch that sissy-cunt of yours wide, or I'll break it so bad you'll scream louder and higher than any girl you'll ever dream of fucking. See you later, cocksucker."

"Looking forward to it, stud. I'll be right here waiting for you," Shining called back in a simpering tone, pondering ways to sneak makeup and old gowns from his wife without arousing suspicion. Crossing out Cadence's name on the wall, the unicorn grinned, licking drying cum from his lips and already craving his next helping of the stuff. Full and warm in a way he'd never known, Shining Armor hastily dressed himself, withdrawing from the stall before anypony else entered; but not without correcting a single line of graffiti: 

"Shining Sucks here on Saturdays <3"
> A Filthy Interlude
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Filthy Rich watched as nightfall blanketed the garish cityscape of Las Pegasus from the half-open curtain of his Sunrise Inn hotel room, the soft-yellow radiance of the budget suite's obnoxious neon sign bathing the darkening parking lot below in a facsimile of morning light. Yet, the grinning sun welcoming guests to the establishment could never hold a candle (in both the witticism and candlepower sense) to the radiance that Las Pegasus showcased when day faded into night. Rich stood spellbound at the window, waiting for that artificial sun to spark alight.

Gradually, stars in the night sky twinkled out as their earthbound counterparts erupted into life; first the spotlights of the forebodingly-shaped Prism resort reflected off its glossy exterior, followed immediately by the sparkling illumination of its arch-rival, Morpheus. Treasure Island glittered against the darkness like a chest overflowing with pirate doubloons, making it the business-savvy earth pony's clear favorite; though Rich held a love-hate relationship with the casino following his last less-than-profitable visit. One by one, the City of Sin's centerpieces awakened in their shared glow, a sight the country-born stallion always found overpowering, beautiful as any sunset even.

"Celestia's sun might be the brightest light out there; but Las Pegasus sure gives her a run for her money. Hah, surprised Luna doesn't sue; this city eclipses her moon most nights," Rich mused with a tired smile, winding down a day fraught with business conferences centered around brokering deals for the newest branch of his Barnyard Bargain's department store. 

Granted, he'd been lucky enough to attend a stage show at Treasure Island as a free interlude during lunch, but the entertainment spectacle became an awfully tense distraction for the mature stallion. Rows of slender, handsome and athletic college-age colts, dressed up in pirate garb and gyrating across a ship-shaped stage in harmonious thrusts...It took all the earth pony's willpower to keep his attention focused on his blathering assistant rather than the rising part of his anatomy pressing up against the underside of the table! If only he'd borrowed Diamond Tiara's camera for the trip; he'd have saved every moment of that showcase, under the pretense of showing his family what they were missing! At least, perhaps, it gave him a reason to return to Treasure Island someday...

For now, the frustrated stallion sought to dull the ache of the day's grind with the distant sights, the remains of his room service, and a few shots of Appleloosian Standard whiskey to keep him company. Though, with the slightest bit of fortune, he'd not have long to linger in solitude this evening. 

The stallion sipped at his whiskey mixed with soda, the bubbles feeling ticklish against his scruffy lip, Rich having forgotten to shave that morning. His oiled jet-black mane wore the frazzles of travel, but he'd grown to like seeing it slightly wild; it reminded him of younger, more daring days, before the weight of adult obligations, a successful business, and the unexpected surprise of a filly entering his life tamed those cravings. Tamed, however, did not mean terminated; far from it, actually. Things corralled had a habit of riding free, once the gate of responsibility was left unlatched... Where better to pry open that gate than Las Pegasus?

Before another sip reached his lips, Filthy Rich's cell phone flared to life on a nearby coffee table, a satisfying cash-register chime marking the arrival of an email into one of his many inboxes. The earth pony hastily departed the windowsill, grasping his phone and swiping through his email accounts with an anxious tremble; his personal account stood bare, and his business one, while overstuffed with quarries and offers from suppliers, could wait. A red "1" hovered over a third account, one kept a secret from his associates,, friends, and especially his wife. 

The account header read "MarriedMustang45," a name that still made Rich chuckle from how silly it read in his head, but one that got his intentions across to anypony glancing at the ad he'd placed online right after that incredibly distracting pirate dance show:

"In town on business, wanna strike it rich? 40+ year old earth pony stud looking to host a colt for some fun while I'm away from home. Younger guys on the slender side who can follow orders are a plus. Ponies only please, but I don't care if claim that you've got the wings of an angel, a horn that's hard as I am, or know what to do with your hooves; reply with pics and be ready to meet in my hotel room. If I like what I see, I'll text you back my place and room number. I'm a busy stallion with little time to play, so let's keep things simple, sane, and DISCREET."

Rich's gaze lingered on the new email, its title simply reading "Still looking for company, Mustang???" and containing a trio of attachments. Lifting the whiskey back to his muzzle, Filthy downed the rest of his glass, leaving the booze-laced ice cubes hovering in the puddling remnants. Opening the message, Rich's old cravings made themselves readily apparent, the surprise awaiting inside stirring the stallion's loins into attentiveness, his dark blue eyes transfixed on a single line of text: 

"Just got off work and I'm ready to play;  still looking for a hookup tonight, Daddy?"

A line like that alone fed Rich's fantasies for days, even more so than seeing his wife in her high-priced lingerie the night before he'd left Ponyville, but the three attachments sold it better than most deals the stallion ever hoped to make. All were photographs freshly snapped with a smartphone camera; the first showed a smiling blue-furred muzzle snaking a tongue suggestively around the tip of one of those sweet starfish-shaped lollipops from Treasure Island's gift shop, lapping at the point of the star in a suggestive fashion. 

The second captured a full-body shot of a lean pegasus stud, whose face was wreathed by his wings to preserve anonymity, the stud's fluffy chest-fur poking out from underneath the unbuttoned jacket of familiar, gaudy pirate costume. Was it one of the sorts they'd sold at the gift shop, or even better, the genuine article?

The final, and most explicit snapshot, nearly stole the breath from Rich's pattering chest; the rear of the pegasus' costume was pulled down to his ankles, presenting the swell of two weighty dark-blue testicles and an unclothed sheath, the very faintest trace of hardness beginning to take shape and lend it a slight firmness.

Filthy's eyebrow twitched, the entrepreneur's lower lip feeling the light press of his teeth. Old cravings awakened anew, stronger than he'd last recalled them, their grasp shuddering across his hardening, hungry stallionhood. In a few clicks and swipes across the screen, Rich saved the three photos into a password-protected stash named "Closed Deals," and began typing a reply with one hoof...the other was far too occupied fawning along the underside of his ebony shaft.

"You've got just what Daddy's been missing. Sunrise Suites, Room 244. Wear that same costume you seem to like prancing around in. The door will be open for you." Rich tapped out onto the screen, patting the "Send" key and pouring himself another fizzy mixed drink. Half the glass sat empty in the minutes leading up to the pegasus' reply, Rich's phone chime almost making him jump.

"I'll be flying over ASAP. Give me ten minutes, Sir," Rich read. The capitalization spoke volumes, harkening back to a time when every stud he'd wanted called him that. "Sir." Too many forgot the authority such a title implied, but this young colt hadn't.  

"Don't keep me waiting flyboy, I can't wait to see you up close without those wings in the way. The stage doesn't do your body justice, but I will." Rich's reply vowed, the stallion's workaholic persona giving way to one who traveled the rougher roads of Equestria in his youth, leaving broken hearts and satisfied colts in his wake. His lucky visitor would get to see and feel that return to form personally soon enough, but the ten minutes seemed to pass like one of the rare slow days at Barnyard Bargains. 

Rich's mind wandered to the family of cheer vacationers staying in the next room over, a husband and wife and their children, all of whom wore the trappings of tourists; cameras, oversized-sunhats, and the more "family friendly" city guide pamphlets that steered clear of the dens of debauchery. They reminded him of his own family back in Ponyville, and how he sat on the verge of betraying their trust for selfish pleasures...or, where they really all that selfish? Years of faithfulness, financial stability, and a pleasant-if-unexciting married sex life; wouldn't it be more healthy to satisfy these urges now, when it couldn't hurt anypony, than keep them bottled up?   

The second drink passed down his throat quicker than he'd expected, so Rich poured himself a third shot, leaving the amber-filled bottle flanked by a few cans and the ice bucket on the coffee table. A cartoon sun smiled back at him on the bucket, the edges of its rays fuzzy from the whiskey's influence; but the blurred outlines of his vision brought Rich comfort, a reminder of dingy side-road dives and the soft-furred colts lined up inside them, all easy pickings for a mysterious sweet-talker with a greased jet-black mane and rugged leather jacket. 

How many of those giddy broncos had he broken in behind the bar, or left a satisfied mess in a roadside bathroom stall?

Most of them probably shaped up to be a lot like him once they'd grown out of those "wandering years" on the road; family stallions with loving wives and foals, working for every bit they earned. Rich wondered if they ever thought back to him; if they'd spent time alone in the shower remembering how he'd felt behind them, what sort of pleas that dark-haired earth pony stranger made them scream underneath the rock of his stout hips. Celestia knew, his hardening cock certainly couldn't stop thinking about every single one them, at least those whose faces and moans stuck out. Rich left behind quite a trail of walls scraped with hoof-marks down the highways for them to follow. 

Maybe he'd take a trip that way again, see if he still had that suave spark? That, or start a new trail in hotel rooms, far from home...

A gentle knock at the door roused the earth pony from his fantasies of old escapades, as he stood on the brink of turning them into reality once again. 

"Come inside, lock it behind you, and stand in front of me." Filthy bellowed, not bothering to approach the door or cover himself up for modesty's sake. Why hide nature's ideal tool for attracting loose studs towards him for the breaking-in they needed?

"Yes, S-Sir," came the effeminate reply, hesitant to enter, yet excited for what he might discover inside. The door swung open and shut just as briskly with the clink of the lock turning, revealing a beautiful stallion, one whose angelic countenance alone almost made the decade-long gap between same-sex interludes worth the wait for Filthy.

The grainy, low-resolution photos sent in the email did his intrepid young guest a stark disservice, as they'd failed to showcase not only the limber curves of the pegasus' trim figure, but also the softness of his gentle, alluring violet eyes. The stud's periwinkle-blue fur shined with carefully-groomed luster even in the distant lights of Las Pegasus, wearing a trace of sweat from the hasty flight over. Rich sized up his prize, guessing that the colt was in his early twenties, clearly less than half his own age. Was he even old enough to drink yet? That thought aroused him greatly, as he imagined leading the pegasus down a trail that started with a few drinks, and ended in ecstasy.

The pegasus stood slightly smaller than the earth pony in both stature and bulk, his figure that of a dancer's and clearly meant for all the motions demanded onstage; yet, its supple contours were accentuated, rather than hidden, by a snug-fitting pirate costume. Kept in place along his midsection by a dark-green sash, the white sleeves of the costume billowed out to allow ease of motion, nothing on the outfit risking an interuption of fast-moving hooves or flapping wings as part of an ensemble cast. A green tricorn hat sat upon the stallion's long, wavy, two-tone purple and white mane, decorated with a trio of colorful feathers from a variety of tropical birds.

"Ah, so I was right then; I remember you," Rich said coolly with a stroke of his scruffy chin, appraising the prancing pirate's enticing eyes with his own stern blue stare. The stud's tentative guest glanced down briefly, as if from nerves, but Filthy knew exactly where the colt's attentions were actually fixated; or rather, what they were interested in. The thought drew a twitch of appreciation from his weighty shaft, relishing his visitor's interest with a knowing growl. Times, tech, and fashions might change, but what colts wanted most always stayed the same."You know, I saw your show this afternoon, over lunch. Couldn't get my mind off it."

"Y-You were there?!" the limber pegasus yelped with a sharp whinny, one wing flicking so abruptly that he very nearly knocked the hat right off his own head. "I-I take it you really liked our Pirate Promenade song number then, Sir?"

"Oh, it was a fine show; but truth be told, it wasn't the music that kept me at enraptured to the point that I just about tipped the table over with this," Rich admitted with a suggestive sneer, his erection standing at full-mast as living proof of that lewd predicament earlier during lunch, of which this colt and his prancing coworkers shared some responsibility. The earth pony lifted his bottle, pouring his guest a fresh, cold glass of whiskey-and-pop to match his own. "First Mate High Tide, is that right? It's easy to remember a character with such a distinctive hat and a memorable sway to his hips. Your sky-dancing on the bow of the ship-stage in particular was quite...distracting."

"I'm happy you noticed! I-I really get invested into our routine sometimes, the music just works its way through me like a trance... But, if you think that performance was suggestive, you clearly haven't seen the late-night show on the weekends! We go all-out for that," the pegasus reported with a jittery chuckle, the pegasus cheeks adding the shade of a pink blush to his wardrobe as he approached the table, though perhaps with trouble walking with his own growing "mast" pressing up from underneath those seafarer clothes.

"You don't say? It's too bad I'm only here for a few busy days, I'd love to see it..." the earth pony remarked, making a mental note to snag a recording of the later performance online, certain he'd find a few more colts he'd like to meet onstage. "Then again, having the hottest star of the show all to myself for an entire night is more than most can say, so I'm happy regardless."

"V-Very true! I-I don't do this kind of thing very often, honestly," the colt confessed sheepishly, a statement made fact by his inability to stop chattering or gawking at Filthy Rich's brazenly-displayed stallionhood, its dark girth transfixing his gaze. If only his wife were so excited at the mere sight of his erection; Diamond probably wouldn't be an only child, if that were the case. 

"High Tide is just a stage name though, I'm actually call-"

"Stop," Filthy interrupted, waving a hoof to command silence from the colt, who complied without protest. "No real names in this hotel room, "High Tide"; discretion is the name of the game, remember? As far as I care, you're a pretty pirate stud, and I'm the elder, wiser, and well-hung salty sea dog who you're going to serve without question tonight. Are we clear on that?"

"Uhm, yeah, crystal-clear Sir," the first mate nodded with an energized swish of his short-styled tail, recognizing who called the shots and packed the real heat in the room. Colts always fell in line when push came to shove, and Rich intended to do a whole lot of both to the cute pegasus before the night was done. 

"That's "Daddy" to you, First Mate; after all, that's what you called me in your message, wasn't it?" Rich rumbled back, patting the empty space on the couch next to him with a expectant hoof, the other kneading the base of his rigid cock and pressing its length against the slightly rounded pudge of his stomach. "Why don't you dance your way right here on this deck and have a drink? I want to see those beautiful feathers of yours again, up close this time."

"Aye-aye, Daddy! You'll find I'm quite good at following any orders I'm given," High Tide chimed with feathered salute, flexing his wings and daintily hovering over to the designated perch next to his earth pony host. Timid at sitting so close to somepony so casually aroused, but no less turned on himself, the pegasus aimed to muffle his nerves with the offered alcoholic drink. Clutching the icy beverage with a wing, High Tide closed his eyes and leaned his head back, downing the hearty booze with a prolonged chug. Satisfied and sated, he set down the glass, fluttering those purple eyes open again. "Thanks! I really needed that to get in the-hah-Mmmphh!"

Seizing the initiative that was rightfully his to take, Rich's muzzle darted forward to shut the colt's own blathering mouth up with a passionate, rough kiss. The dark peach fuzz of his unshaven chin added a harsh friction to the earth pony's heated lusts, a remarked contrast to the freshly-brushed smoothness of his newest boy-toy's lustrous blue fluff. The sweet aftertaste of whiskey-and-pop roamed between their intertwining tongues, a familiar flavor that Filthy chased right into the surprised pegasus' yielding muzzle.

"Rrragghh, sorry for interrupting stud, but Daddy really needs this a whole lot more than you'd believe, mmphh..." Rich gnarled ravenously as he continued the sloppy kiss, High Tide's flicking wings grazing the earth pony's shoulders as they flapped on their own accord. Impatient and wanting to feel more of what his soon-to-be conquest had to offer, Rich used a firm hoof to root the fly-boy to the couch, while the other groped underneath his silken costume to free that tell-tale hardness pressing up uncomfortably against his trousers.

"Sir, what are you-Aahh?!" High Tide yelped sharply, a genuinely adorable cry letting Filthy know that he'd found his mark; not that he'd need to search for long, given how desperately his guest's maleness strained for liberty underneath the pegasus' trousers. The two stallions sat side-by-side, exploring each other eagerly once whatever tentative barriers between them vanished in the boozy kiss. Coaxing a colt into action really was like riding a bike; a skill not lost with age, and one which Filthy had no intention of ever forgetting his mastery.

"It's about time we both started brandishing our "cutlasses," stud. Graagh, that's it, show Daddy how riled up he gets you!" Rich demanded, breaking the hot kiss as his hoof tore away High's sash, freeing a dark-blue shaft splotched with a dab of white just along the pegasus' already-swelling tip. 

Something about seeing a younger stallion turned on so much from just a wet kiss and some dirty talk aroused Rich to his core; as if at any moment he'd only need to turn his suave "salespony charms" honed at Barnyard Bargains towards enticing a few of the cuter clerks working his chain of stores, and he'd never want for some action in the secluded storerooms. It'd certainly make negotiations for raises much less repetitive, if he'd get his own "raise" in return. The idea was something to consider on his return home; for now, it was all about breaking in High Tide.

"Oh y-yes, I'm so hard for you, Daddy; I-I could barely fly straight all the way here, I was so riled up thinking about it!" the First Mate uttered, nuzzling the older stallion affectionately, enjoying the gentle scrape of his host's unshaven cheeks. Recovering from the kiss, the timid stallion's quivering hoof reached down towards Filthy's lap, tenderly stroking just below the head of the earth pony's rigid shaft. "H-Hah, guess nothing about me is "flying straight" tonight, right Sir?"

"Damn right," Rich agreed, returning the nuzzle with a suckling kiss across the colt's supple neck that was sure to leave a lingering mark under his fur, while the earth pony's hoof kept busy fondling the pegasus' warm testicles. "You're not done flying yet, First Mate. Hover onto Daddy's lap; it's about time these sabers of ours crossed."

"A-Aye, but I think it's kinda obvious just from looking whose got the bigger sword to play with," High Tide conceded his defeat in the "saber" size department with a giddy wink, grudgingly removing his fawning hooves from the earth pony's ebony stallionhood before jolting off the couch. The flight proved nothing more than a brief hop, and with a pause only to secure his feathered hat, the lithe pegasus found himself sitting square on his handsome host's accommodating lap. Try as he might, High's wings refused to fully close upon his back, the colt's twin heavenly features half-open and wreathing his smile. "This little eagle has landed, Sir! Much littler, actually; it's true what they say about earth ponies, huh?"

"Oh, it's all true. Sure you didn't fall overboard from an airship hovering up in heaven?" the earth pony prodded back, but not only with a cheesy pickup line; Rich's hooves firmly clutched the pegasus' developed hips, pressing the colt closer and lining up both their cocks into direct contact with each other. Dark blue and jet-black felt equally-hard against each other despite the size difference, Filthy's earlier stimulation leaving him already slick with precum, the earth pony's thickness and length outmatching that of his companion by several solid inches all around.

" Those feathers really suit you High; on the hat, and those ticklish fairy wings," Rich complimented before thrusting himself against High Tide's body with a grunt, the two stallions so close together than both of their throbbing cocks occupied the only space between them, their flared heads poking up against each of their chests; or in High's case, his stomach. Rich and High began panting in concert, their frotting shafts heated by mutual body warmth and sweat. 
"Show me they're not just there to look pretty, put them to work for Daddy..."

"J-Just for you, Daddy," High Tide nodded, flexing his wings and putting those practiced dancer's hips to work, the pirate's gyrating motions resembling those of a slutty pole-dancer worshipping their client in a backroom show. 

Rich knew more than one hunky pegasus with a few fancy wing-tricks under his belt; hell, he'd felt several pairs of particularly-talented wings around his dick over the years! Still, he'd be be hard-pressed to recall one so eager to earn his stud's approval, so desperate to grind out an appreciative shudder from the earth pony's dripping cock.  The straddling pegasus' member leaked its own warm pre, smearing his excitement across the rubbing heads and swelling each of their flares to readiness, heat and perspiration gathering between the pair of horned-up stallions.

"I'm loving how much bigger you are, Daddy! Mmm, bigger than all the other dancers in the dressing room, and way thicker than my last c-coltfriend's cock," the pirate praised with a smile, leaning towards Rich's clenched muzzle with his own, the lingering scent of the whiskey heavy on his breath. "Please Sir, won't you bend this buccaneer over and break in his tailhole tonight?"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that. When I'm good and ready, pegaslut, I'll break that "booty" in," the earth pony vowed harshly, reaching for his glass on the end-table and swigging down the half-melted ice cubes laced with whiskey within. Closing the difference between their mouths, Rich joined his young lover in the kiss they both craved, shoving the flavorful bits of ice between their tongues for each of them to share. "Mmmm..."

High Tide's enjoyment of the older stud's muzzle meeting his own devolved into muffled bleats, the dancer surprised at a sweetened, chilly substance rapidly melting between their coupling tongues. The succulent ice cubes transitioned seamlessly into richly-aged whiskey that loosened up inhibitions and inspired a welcoming purr from High Tide's accepting muzzle; not too unlike Rich himself, "richly aged" but possessing all the potency of a stag on the prowl for a coy doe flapping up their tail, or in this case, wings.

Not content to stay idle, Rich put his burly earth-pony hips to use grinding himself back with the dancer's graceful motions, their frotting cocks dripping with pre-cum and pulsing in the all-encompassing heat of motion and fur. Friction robbed the pegasus of his grace, but certainly not pleasure; in fact, High Tide's wings stood on end, as if straining to reach for that imperceptible "high" of release. The pirate stud squeaked into their kiss, his moans sharp and girlish in the intensity of the moment, each mew accompanied by a tell-tale shudder from the colt's needy cock. Before long, the pegasus' "dancing" looked more like mindless humping as he relaxed into his host's grasp, content to let Rich do whatever he pleased and go along for the bull-ride.

"That's it, bounce that sweet little ass for Daddy, show him a damn good time," Rich snarled into the stallion's yielding muzzle, ending the kiss with a flicker of his tongue underneath High Tide's trembling ear, his suave voice raspy with lust. "You're about to pop off that dinky little "cannon" of yours, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes Daddy!" came High Tide's shameless reply, a scream that could surely be heard through the cheap hotel's paper-thin walls, putting a damper on the neighboring family's vacation as those embarrassed parents scrambled for an explanation on what their children heard. 

"I-I'm almost there; please keep grinding with me Daddy, let me cum on your cock!"
"Grrraagh, yeah! Tell me how badly you need Daddy's fat dick breakin' in your ass, let me hear you scream for it!" Rich ordered impatiently, lifting a hoof to tug down High Tide's trousers completely to the floor and expose the pegasus' cutie-mark; a dark-blue ocean wave standing at full crest. A fittingly-energetic cutie-mark indeed, one he intended to leave his own "high water mark" upon.

"P-Please plunder my slutty ass with your superior cock, Daddy! I want to scream so hard the management kicks us out, so we'll just fuck in the parking lot instead! I-I want to b-blow my load all over your cock, so it'll be nice and wet when you shove it inside my tight pegaslut asshole!" the breathless pirate announced for all the world (and even that crestfallen nice family of thrifty tourists staying in the next room over) to hear, but especially to Rich, indulging the mature stallion's swelling cock and ego.

"Make me cum, make me whimper, make me yours tonight-Ahh!" High began to plead again, before Filthy's hoof delivered a sharp smack across the colt's bare rump, striking the colt's exposed cutie-mark like a wide target. Nothing left quite an impression the day after than seeing his hoofprint on a slut's well-used hindquarters!

"Such a cute ass you've got, so firm from all that slutty dancing," Rich appraised with a sneer, grinding himself hard against High Tide's trembling cock, milking out the last vestiges of resistance keeping his whining colt from erupting under his touch. "I can't wait to loosen it up so much that you'll never keep in step at tomorrow's show; I'm gonna fuck you harder than I'd ever screw my wife, and you're gonna love it. Cum for your Daddy, now!" 

"Ha-aah-ah, Aaahhh! D-DaaAAaaaddy!" High yelled to high-heaven, and came so hard the angels probably heard the chorus over their blaring trumpets; the family next door certainly did, ruining whatever flimsy excuse the couple had come up with for their children. The colt's blue cock twitched with a shiver that ran throughout his lithe form, his passion throbbing against the imposing rigidity of Rich's unmatched maleness. High's flare swelled to full size, his testicles tightening against Filthy's own, until the first stream of gooey cum erupted across their chests.

"That's a good First Mate, cum all over Daddy's dick," Filthy encouraged with a leer as a jet of off-white seed streaked across his nose, the earth pony pushing the pegasus back and aiming his pulsing cock slightly lower, to bath their rubbing shafts in the colt's jetting cum. High Tide's climax proved brief, but intense, robbing the colt of breath and gushing several sticky rivets of cum across Rich's massive length. The pegasus' white jizz contrasted with the earth pony's black cock, which High stroked with a hoof, smearing his essence across his Daddy's equipment until he'd oozed the last of the leaking spunk into their laps. 

"Waste not, want not, First Mate. Get Daddy's cock nice and wet with it; cause it'll be inside you very soon."

" H-How soon, Sir? I can't wait..." the colt huffed weakly, the pirate's feathered hat sitting crooked on his mane. The white-dotted head of his half-hard cock dribbled cum all along his lover's length, coating almost every inch with warm, sticky stallion-produced lubricant, as yet more trickling across their bellies. The colt's "enthusiasm" for Daddy kept him hard enough for more action, still ready to present himself at a moment's notice and allow Rich to give him the rutting they'd been craving the moment he slipped into the mature stud's hotel room. 

"Soon as I finish my next drink. Speaking of which," Filthy reassured in a manner meant to disarm High's expectations rather than enlighten them, his hoof gently fondling the pegasus' still-swollen flare , earning a squirm from its lingering sensitivity. "Pour me a new one with a bit more than a shot in it, and lift your tail up nice and high while you do it. Your Daddy wants to get a good view of that sexy ass while it's still pristine, before he gets busy wrecking it."

"O-Oh, of course, Sir. Thank you for letting me cum on you, Daddy," High offered his submissive gratitude, sighing as he begrudgingly dismounted the older earth pony to stand on wobbling hooves, his  floppy blue cock slipping free from the strands of warm semen clinging between their cum-covered shafts. The pegasus staggered to the coffee table, using a wing to pour the Appleloosian Standard while a hoof emptied some ice into the glass, his idle wing quickly adjusting the gaudy hat upon his head. "I'll get that drink ready right away!"

"You do that," Rich stated, his eyes intent on taking in the sight he'd been yearning to relish; High Tide's two-toned tail rising straight up, lending Rich a perfect view of his faultless tailhole. Underneath that bothersome tail sat a dark-blue, puckered circle of pleasure slightly glistening with sweat, perfectly tight and about to get the affection from a stud it truly deserved. 

"Hmmm, actually, why don't you take that drink instead? I've got something a lot tastier in mind."

"Oh? Like wh-A-Aaahh!" The colt questioned, until Rich made the answer quite clear with his tongue. The earth pony rose from the couch, his muzzle slipping casually underneath High's swishing tail to deliver a very different, but no less intimate kiss. Rich's tongue swirled around the circular entrance to High's tense tailhole, slathering that enticing orifice with spittle before lapping into the actual opening itself. 

The earth pony's strong hooves held the colt's rump in place while Rich drove his tongue deep inside his colt's asshole with the same gusto he'd given during their make-out session, slathering the surprised stud's insides with his tongue and enjoying its softness; after all, that same sensation would wrap itself around Rich's dick soon enough, he might as well give the pegasus something to help accommodate the length that aimed to make him whimper.

"Pah!" Rich puffed as he withdrew his tongue, repeating the circle around High Tide's pliant hole, leaving it glimmering with saliva and damp to the touch. High Tide's wings flapped, lifting the pegasus slightly off the table, but Rich held his quarry down to earth. No way he was letting such a fine piece of booty slip away!

"Mmm, it's been awhile since I've dined on such a fine ass. Did you like that?" Filthy asked plainly, as if lapping his tongue across another stallion's asshole were the most natural thing in the world to do. High Tide's rear hooves quivered; if his forelegs weren't mounted on the table or clutching the half-spilled glass of whiskey, he'd likely have fallen down from the rush of sensations lathering that welcoming hole. 

"I'll take your amazed silence as a yes."

"O-Oh! Sorry Sir, I-I was just surprised is all; I-I've never had anypony do that before, not even my colfriends! It was, ah, new, is all," High admitted with a hesitant grin as he glanced back at his older lover, the colt's cheeks wearing a stark shade of red. "I'm not your first, that much is for certain..."

"Back on the road, we didn't have all those fancy lubes to work with like you young guys do. Sometimes, spit was all we had, and we made the most of it. Still...you didn't answer my question. Did you like it?" Rich prodded further with a raised brow, darting out his tongue to lick at High's ass once more, drawing out a wanting swish from the colt's inpatient tail.

"Yes! Ah, I love how it feels, and I w-wish all the guys in the dressing room I've fooled around with took the time to tease my ass like you, Daddy," the pirate encouraged cheerfully, genuinely thankful for his experienced host taking time to loosen him up during their foreplay. After all, he'd likely need every bit of help to accommodate the earth pony's impressive girth.

"You'll have to introduce me to a few of those studs whenever I'm back in town, so I can give them a personal introduction to rimming. For now though, you're the only colt on my mind. It's about time you got off my thoughts..." Rich replied with a playful sneer, before rearing up and placing both his forelegs on High Tide's rump, his cutie mark nearly covered by the mature stallion's hooves as Rich lined himself up to the sloppy hole he'd just finished lubricating. "...and onto my dick."

"Oh, Celestia, finally, yes!" High Tide whinnied like a mare desperate for cock, his forelegs pattering at the table with worried anticipation for the rock-hard stallionhood slipping between his taut flanks. Having unlatched the buttons of his costume shirt, High Tide's fuzzy chest heaved deeply upon submitting to Rich's initiative, accepting the earth pony's stout weight settling upon his back. The soft-blue pegasus glanced back at the older stud mounting him, his violet eyes arresting Rich's ice-blue gaze with their beauty, the sighing plea arousing the earth pony's long-buried passions. 

"I'm ready for you, daddy; please, won't you take me?"

Rich grimaced, the handsome pirate's plea drawing a greedy twitch from his cock, the mounting stallion's hips moving on auto-pilot to jam his length between the colt's firm ass-cheeks, exploring what would soon be his. It took all Rich's willpower to keep from thrusting right into that tantalizing tailhole at the behest of those eyes alone, but the colt didn't know what he was asking for; young bucks were always in a rush. Shoving himself inside so abruptly, no matter how much he desired to do just that, would leave Rich's lover screaming in all the wrong ways! Blessed as Rich was in the cock department, such a size demanded slightly more preparation...

"I'll take you alright, when I'm good and ready, bitch. This is daddy's ship, not yours; so don't you dare think of mutiny, or I'll have to get rough," Rich chastised, delivering a sudden smack across the insolent colt's fine flank, forcing another delightful chirp from the subservient pegasus. Rich took his time, making sure that their leftover cum and the  fresh saliva coating High Tide's tight hole properly slathered his member, until their mutual luster coated every ebony inch. Just to be safe, Rich withdrew his hips briefly, making High moan underneath the thorough lashing of his tongue once more, until the pegasus' jiggling "booty" proved too tempting to delay claiming any longer.

"Daddy's ready to break you in now, buccaneer."

"Celestia! You feel so s-strong on top of me," High huffed underneath the earth pony, wigging his rump invitingly to grind himself along Rich's probing cock. 

"Just wait until I'm inside of you, then you'll see how a real mustang ruts; oh wait, guess it's your lucky day," lining up at that offered hole, Rich's hooves latched the pegasus' hips firmly, rooting the colt in place to keep the excitable stud from slipping out of position in his giddiness to be claimed. Growling lustfully, Rich began pushing forward, watching the black head of his cock press, prod, and finally, fantastically, slip into the heavenly slut's taut tailhole. "You don't need to wait!"

"F-Fuck!" The colt squeaked shrilly, his beautiful lavender eyes and tantalizingly-tight tailhole each widening in tandem as Rich's flared head gingerly slipped inside, the first few inches the most difficult to accept. High's whole body tensed up, his neck and shoulders trembling so much the his cute hat almost fell off!

"J-Just a little more-Rrragh! There, that's a good bitch..." Filthy snarled, pausing to recuperate as the full width of his flare popped into High Tide's ass, the thickest and hardest part of his dick finally enveloped within the pegasus' incredibly warm body. Rich's powerful heartbeat throbbed through his shaft, and he could feel the same thumping reverberating through the colt underneath him, bottom and top equally astonished at the fulfilling pleasure of taking, or being taken.

"It's been far too long, argh, too long since I've broken in a slutty colt," the earth pony groaned, treasuring the sensation of a dancer's trim body snug around his needy stallionhood more than any sparkling doubloons. Rich was thankful that something so big managed to fit into a young hole so warm, one that squeezed him tighter than any cunt could hope to, even the one belonging to his beautiful wife. Oh, if only Spoiled saw the wolfish grin on her husband's muzzle as he mounted a colt half his age; her jealously towards the lucky stud would never end!

"Celestia, y-you're so big, Daddy. The biggest c-cock I've ever had, e-ever seen, ever felt i-inside me..." the pegasus murmured in pleasure, relaxing his forehooves on the table and breathing deeply to ease further penetration, grateful that Daddy lent him a moment to prepare for the rutting Rich surely aimed to give. That moment of pause passed quickly, as Rich steeled himself for the action.

"Is that so? How can you really know that, when you haven't even taken it all yet, my little pegaslut?" Rich questioned with a raspy growl, roughly hiking up on the table and wrapping his hooves around the joints of High Tide's open wings, using them as leverage to drive himself deep into the squirming colt impaled on his shaft. "Grraagh! That's a lot more like it! Feels a whole lot bigger now, doesn't it?"

Even back in Rich's road-roaming days, excitable pegasus studs like the one moaning underneath him always proved the easiest to entice into some raunchy backroom fun; though they never realized that they were easy prey for the savvy stallion. Their fine wings served not only as a handy gauge to determine if Rich's practiced charms piqued a colt's interest, but also made for a convenient set of handlebars for when the flirting eventually turned into fucking. Rich's hooves appraised the inviting, flicking feathers splayed across High Tide's slender back, the base of those pillowy appendages inspiring fantastic memories of those old encounters. What better way to relive them than pound the pegasus into quivering mush?

"Old habits die hard," Rich huffed in a barely-audible snort, thrusting his strong earth pony hips forward and slamming himself up to the medial ring into the tight little slut's tailhole. The motion drew a high-pitched squeak from both the colt and the table alike, Rich's unyielding cock's midsection nestling his newest conquest's puckered entrance. Steadying his thrusts using his first mate's wings,  the stallion pulled himself back just slightly, before sliding that ring and a few more inches of his girth into the simpering colt's incredibly-snug asshole.

"Daddy, g-give it all to me, please! Oh Celestia, I want all of your big cock in my slutty c-colt cunt!" the colt whined pathetically, his loud cries a perverse music to Rich's lustful ears, the call of an enraptured siren surrendering himself to the moment. How could he ever hope refuse such a plea, even if he wanted to? Heck, if Spoiled and Diamond themselves walked into the room at that very moment, Rich doubted he'd be able to stop himself from pounding High Tide into high heaven!

"Take it, take all of your Daddy's dick! G-Gah, fuck yeah, here it all is!" Rich huffed through gritted teeth, the entire length of his black shaft vanishing deep into High Tide's wanting tailhole right up to the base, his swollen flare growing so engorged as to leave the slightest outline of its heft in the lean colt's lower tummy. Rich marveled at the pegasus' fit body squeezing his entire stallionhood, the earth pony's large testicles nuzzling the much smaller pair swaying underneath his subby First Mate's own half-erect cock, which constantly leaked precum all over the coffee table.

Without delay, Rich tugged his hips back and hammered his shaft into the pegasus bitch sharply, forcing a rapturous scream from the young lover quivering underneath his mighty frame; another rocking thrust, and the same effeminate shriek followed, sharp and clear enough for ponies on both floors of the dingy hotel to hear. Rich didn't care, he simply couldn't care anymore, not after so long; Tartarus claim his soul, he'd fuck this colt for days if that's what it took to satisfy his urges!

"Daddy-? A-Ah, a-aaack! Fuck yeah! P-Please don't stop, oh, d-don't ever stop!" High Tide stammered breathlessly under the earth pony's relentless rutting, Rich's body straining to act on an automatic instinct of conquest, long-neglected impulses unleashing themselves into a weighty blur hammering at the colt's accommodating tailhole. 

This was a different kind of sex; not the tender lovemaking he'd enjoyed with his wife, but something more basic, raw, and supremely intense that marital conjugation ever hoped to be; in moments, Rich found himself addicted to it, washing away guilt with pleasure.

The stud latched his muzzle onto the lucky pirate's twitching ear, coaxing him to remain docile underneath a superior male and earning yet-another submissive serenade in reply, telling him that High knew his place. Digging his teeth into that ear with enough force sure to leave it sore, the earth pony's forelegs tightened their grip and pulled backward, dragging High Tide right up against his waist to ensure that his swelling cock spent every moment it could tearing into the young buccaneer's rump. 

"Remember slut; this is the dick that's gonna ruin your sweet little ass for any other stallion from now on, the one you'll be wishing you had inside every time you raise that tail! Gragh! Hah, Daddy's gotta fuck that cute little hat right off his slut's empty head, right after he's done plowin' his brains out!" Rich snarled upon releasing High Tide's ear, only to latch onto the colt's supple neck instead, keeping him mounted down underneath him without any chance of wiggling free, even if the colt wished for such an escape.

"Yes, please don't stop! R-Ruin my ass, make it yours; all I want fucking me from now on are big earth pony cocks!" High squeaked in rapture, his own stallionhood swelling with arousal but hanging somewhat limply between his legs, as if conceding defeat to Rich's supreme maleness. The periwinkle dancer's floppy cock rocked at each thrust, dribbling pre-cum all along the floor underneath them and certain to leave quite a strange mess for the maid to clean up in the morning.

"With any luck, the maid be another colt for me to pound raw. Hah, I'd be sure to give him the biggest "tip" of his life," Rich mused with an aggressive huff, his mind turning briefly to future escapades until he found himself uttering a near-feral groan, the familiar sense of mounting pleasure ringing through his entire stallionhood. The earth pony's flare grew fatter, harder to control, and High Tide's eyes fluttered with rapture underneath, a silent plea on the colt's lips. Who was he to refuse what came naturally for both of them?

"Daddy's gonna cum in your ass soon, pegaslut," Filthy ground out from clenched teeth, his hips rocking forward in jerky, sharp motions, spreading the whimpering pegasus underneath wide and deep in his final moments. "Let me hear you whine for it..."

High Tide's eyes widened, finally aware of the older stallion's flare growing so wide inside his ass, leaving the dancer with a satisfying, calming sense of fullness that he'd only felt before with his biggest partners and toys, none of whom matched "MarriedMustang45's" proportions! Frazzled wings shuddering upon his back, the pegasus glanced up at his panting lover, his greased-back mane and scruffy chin a portrait of a rugged stallion whose words and deeds could coax anycolt to his whims. High Tide spoke in a cracking voice, yearning for that final reward threatening to spill inside him at any moment.

"Daddy, keep on pounding me, I-I want your flare to fill me up! Your wife doesn't know what she's missing; If I could, I'd be your ass on the side, so you could fuck me every day after work! Please, can I be your secret-slut Daddy, your faggot fuckhole-away-from-home? B-Breed my tailhole hard, I want to walk funny tomorrow so all the boys in the dressing room will be jealous when I tell them all about my Daddy's dick!"

Rich responded in a gleaming shark's smile as the words left his First Mate's muzzle, returning gentle nuzzles across the colt's soft neck, a moment of affection for this handsome bottom before the rugged rutting began again. The earth pony's lips parted, and he latched onto the back of his lithe lover's neck with his teeth, shy of breaking skin but certain to leave slightly-sore bite-marks underneath the once-pristine fur. His quarry mounted in place and rendered a docile wreck at the firm display of dominance, Rich's hips crashed heedlessly into the wanting, wet hole on offer, unleashing almost a decade's worth of pent-up lusts into the poor pegasus' supremely-snug ass.

"Spoiled would never let me do her like this, not with how much she fusses on her fur; no, but I need this," the humping stallion thought as he snarled violently, any softness in his blue eyes flaring out into a mounting fury of encroaching climax, the black flare of Rich's cock mushrooming out to its full splendor. The forceful thrusts finally send the gaudy tricorn hat flying off High Tide's head, but neither pony seemed to notice its ignoble fall, intend only on feeling and pleasing each other's heat and hardness.

"Daddy, oh fuck, you're makin' me cum!" High Tide yelped in a shrill bleat, the colt's entire body seeming to clench around Rich's conquering cock as he hilted a final time. The rough thrust had forced the colt to peak, High Tide's half-flaccid dick meekly spewing a trail of watery jizz down the pegasus own thighs, its weak force and potency sure to pale against the load building up to properly breed his ass.

Hardly noticing the pegasus' feeble ejaculation, Rich continued without pause, the earth pony's massive balls nestling up against  High Tide's smaller, cuter set, eclipsing them from view before tensing abruptly. Rich's entire stallionhood pulsed, rocking inside the colt's ass on its own accord in three mighty twitches, each heralding a hard day's worth of spunk saved just for that night, and the lucky pirate who earned that glorious treasure. At last, the moment came; and came hard.

"I-I feel it! Oh Celestia, it's so damn hot! Fill me up Daddy, breed your bitch with your big cock; oh my gosh, i-it's still going?!" High mewed his praises as blissful, sticky heat blasted straight out of the bucking bronco's flared head, bathing the pegasus' well-rutted ass in the raw heat of stallion seed. Rich kept his mouth latched on High Tide's neck, pressing his weight onto the colt's back to hilt himself right up to the base, aiming to break in the dancer's tailhole so fully that he'd never forget just how far he'd been taken. Relaxing in the haze of orgasm, Rich allowed High to milk out jet after jet of his ample seed, the colt's surely-loosened ass still tight enough to coax out more cum than his wife's pussy ever could. 

They shared that quiet moment of release together, enjoying each other's warmth and the lazy afterglow that followed a good rut, each recovering their breath and wits between the sparks of lingering pleasure. Rich's broke his hold, planting a rewarding kiss on High's neck, before breathing in the scent of the pegasus' soft mane. High's wings nestled up along Rich's flanks in a ticklish embrace, while Rich's lengthier black tail found and intertwined with his visitor's own white-and-purple counterpart with an affectionate tug. In the distance, a siren wailed somewhere in the city, but an agreeable silence lingered between them for a time, with a speech of only moans and sighs.

"Wow," High finally whispered in awe, earning a bemused chuckle from his stud.

"Worth the flight over here, I take it?"

"Oh, more than worth it! Don't think I'll be doing any flying soon though, hah," High admitted softly, reaching his wings along the table to grab his cup of whiskey, before it teetered off the edge of the table. "Phew, crisis averted! I don't think I'll be able to stop thinking about tonight in, like, maybe forever..."

"Ground-Pounder for life now, huh? Yeah, I used to have that effect on you fly-boys; glad I've still got the old touch," Rich observes with a nostalgic swagger to his tone, reaching for the cup High had saved and stealing himself a sip, lending the rest to his partner. "Not many guys can beat us earth ponies in the stamina department, but it's so fun to hear you pegasluts try. Always ends the same way though..."

"With an ass full of cum and a smile on our faces?"

"More or less," the earth pony affirmed, stroking High's mane with a caring hoof. He'd taken a huge risk, and felt a pang of guilt afterwards for betraying the vows of marriage...Yet, it wasn't Filthy Rich, business-savvy family pony, whose dick had just dumped its load in a stranger's ass; no, it was that nameless drifter wandering the roadside dives, getting back in the saddle. "But, who says this has to be the end?"

"Oh? Maybe it doesn't have to be...Y-You still feel hard inside me Sir; are you going to pull it out?" High questioned with a hint of worry, flicking a few fresh ice cubes into the glass to wash them in whiskey. "I mean, we made a real mess of this table; shouldn't we clean up a little?"

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head, First Mate. When my flare's small enough to not get stuck on the way out, I'll hop off. We can clean up with a nice, hot shower together," the older stallion dismissed the pegasus' fretting as if he had nothing to fear, growling a further promise into his hear. "I hope you don't have any plans on leaving tonight; I'm not even close to being spent."

"I-I gotta fly to work tomorrow morning, but I'm free as a bird tonight...I wanna spend as much of it as I can with you inside me, Daddy," High replied earnestly, looking up at the lustful stud mounting him and closing the distance between their lips, his ears lowered in anticipation for what the night promised. Sharing that feeling, Rich's muzzle slowly parted, the familiar taste of whiskey and coke an old a companion, just like the feeling of another stallion's lips.

"I've needed a colt like you for way too long; I might be "MarriedMustang45" in the morning, but tonight, consider me single and on the prowl," Rich affirmed as their muzzles parted, intent on feeding the rekindled fire in his loins with abandon, his angelic visitor flying along for the ride.

"All yours..."

* * *

As the night went on, the lights on the Las Pegasus strip glimmered brightly, before twinkling out as dawn began to encroach upon the sky. Most of the Appleloosian Standard whiskey vanished, the sheets and pillows on the bed found their way all around the room, and more than a few ponies lodged noise complaints about Room 244 that could easily be "forgotten" by lending the hotel manager a hefty tip for discretion. 

As Celestia's sun blanketed Las Pegasus, the door to that steamy hotel room creaked open, and a weary, wobbly pegasus trotted out with a dazed smile, his tricorn hat laying crooked upon his wild mane. Rich stood in the doorway, clad in a golden-accented blue bathrobe to conceal his now-sated maleness, which stood half-erect and covered in a mixture of spittle and cum from their final morning romp.

"T-There's a few guys in the dressing room who'd really like to meet you sometime, Sir. Are you going to be in town again?" High Tide stammered, whipping a stray bead of cum from his muzzle, a "protein-rich breakfast" to send him off to work.

"Maybe in a few months. Business is picking up here, might have a few more meetings to get things finalized. I'll send you a message whenever I'm around." Rich replied coolly, patting the colt on his tender rump with a winning smile. "Keep that ass toned up for me to ogle on the dance floor, that's an order!"

"Aye, aye, Daddy," the pegasus agreed with a short wing-salute, before taking a very unsteady leap into the air and gliding off, more-or-less straight towards the city, his blue fur melding with the morning sky.

"I'll be counting the days, flyboy," Rich said under his breath, knowing that an old addiction had come back into his life, like a long-lost friend that was a terrible influence, but whose company proved intoxicating all the same. The cocksure stance, a slight drawl to his voice, and even that habit of a prowling glance all came back to him; low and behold, they were already paying dividends!

"Well, I'll be a brass bit, if it isn't..." Rich blinked, just to make sure a mostly-sleepless night laced with booze hadn't addled his vision too much. Just at the end of the walkway sat a housekeeping cart, the maid on duty intending on getting an early start on the rooms vacated during the night or earlier that morning. 

Normally, such carts wouldn't earn anything more than a passing glance, but the maid on staff that morning drew Filthy's hungry eyes quite readily; he was a small unicorn stallion, smaller than than most mares Filthy had seen in fact, with a light-pink coat and wavy mane holding two shades of blue. Sharing the colors and bounciness of an energetic ball of cotton candy, the young unicorn gaily pranced out of the room with various cleaning articles hovering about him, his emerald eyes soft and unburdened by sleepiness. 

Rich watched the unicorn trot to the next door, knock, and slip inside with a key, unaware that a stallion twice his age was licking his lips, eager for a taste of that cotton-candy colored colt; he only noticed his returning erection when it poked out from underneath his robe into the warm desert air, bobbing at his foreleg with awakened urgency.

"Maybe some room service is in order? I've got a few hours to recharge before he gets this far, and a few more besides, until checkout time. Might as well get my money's worth out of my lodgings," Rich mused, pulling his robe back into place and shutting the door behind him, the trailblazing tycoon beginning to set a little trap for the adorable, clueless maid drawing ever-closer on his merry rounds.

"When opportunity knocks, be sure to answer the door; a saying as true in business as it is in pleasure..."
> Stalled Out Chapter II: Living the Dream
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Shining Armor staggered back home as if in a trance, with hardly any memory of how he'd managed to actually get there. Somehow, despite his ruffled fur reeking of sex or the disheveled state of his royal guard uniform, he'd managed to remain covert, quick, or lucky enough to avoid suspicion from passing soldiers or subjects. The shamed Commander slinked straight to his quarters and into the private confines of the master bedroom shower, a space he often shared with his wife.

"A-Ahh, hah...W-What did I just do?!" the unicorn panted as if waking up from a falling dream, the events of a scant half-hour spent worshiping a stallion's cock in a dirty bathroom stall seeming unreal to him; yet for all the hot water blasting down his nude body, why wouldn't that lingering, overpowering scent of the virile stud leave his nostrils?

"No way, I can't, I didn't think that..." Shining negotiated fruitlessly, his voice reverberating off the shower walls and back to him like a mocking parrot, the space hardly much bigger than that wicked stall, but thankfully lacking any more gloryholes. Mounting his forehooves to the slick wall, Shining stared down at the swirling drain beneath him, the water's circular motion inspiring thoughts of his tongue lapping like that of wanton whore around the stranger's massive head, yearning to earn that overbearing stallion's approval.

	"Never gets old, hearing a confused fag finally learn their place beneath a real stallion."

"Celestia's twat, you were fuckin' born to suck dick!"

"When she saw your dinky "toy soldier" coming out to play, she giggled and called it "cute," didn't she?"

The degrading, humiliating phrases rang through the stallion's head, only for the straining Commander to find the "head" between his legs standing aroused once more, craving the sound of that gruff, authoritative stud unknowingly belittling the most sought-after unicorn in the entire Crystal Empire!

"I-It's not that small," Shining comforted himself, glancing down at his growing cock, grasping the dark shaft with his magic; indeed, it wasn't the smallest he'd seen in the locker room...but compared to other stallions of his stature, his entire frame didn't quite measure up, did it? Shining thought of a few of the other guards in the barracks he'd happened to glance upon in the showers, with members so ponderous that they needed specially-fit codpieces in their armor to avoid discomfort; stallions shorter or less-statuesque than himself, but packing more than their fair share of extra inches. For all his authority, Shining Armor stood shorter and leaner than many in the barracks, even many newer recruits from southern Equestria's frontiers. The thuggish stranger in the bathroom surely eclipsed them in raw physique, which made Shining tremble all the more at daring to compare himself to such a monstrous stallion, even as the same ideas drew a whinny from the thrusting unicorn.

"W-what am I...G-Gaah, oh f-fuck, aargh!" Shining balked feverishly, rocking his hips forward into the magical embrace encircling his cock, the unicorn's flare swelling to full heft and twitching sharply before blasting the shower wall with streaks of cum, the climax coming as an utter shock. He'd been masturbating all the while, thinking about that mean stud?! Lost in his anxieties, Shining was barely aware of his own body's motions or its desire for those terrifyingly-tantalizing fantasies, until they'd freed themselves from his risen loins once more. He slumped against the sperm-slathered wall, exhausted both of arousal and the will to stand straight, the unicorn's climax robbing him of anything but blinding pleasure for a few forgetful moments.

Still, even with his own masculine scent filling the chamber and washing away into the comforting water, the residue of the stranger still clung to the married stallion, as if staining his soul in its claiming taint. Desperate to down it out before leaving the shower, lest somepony else catch scent of it, Shining glanced about for something, anything that might mask it, until his wandering eyes fell on an often-ignored pink bottle.

"Princess' Delight Shampoo and Coat Wash," Shining read aloud, his magic releasing the softening cock withdrawing to its sheath to pluck the dainty rose-covered bottle. The logo underneath those words depicted a young white-furred unicorn mare with a damp two-toned mane flowing down her svelte shoulders, the beauty's sky-blue eyes staring up at him bashfully with long, curved lashes. Shining popped open the bottle and took a whiff, discovering a soothing, deeply-floral scent within, far-less subtle than his normal wash but familiar to the stallion all the same as one of his wife's personal favorites.

"W-well, I suppose I'd rather smell like a flower than a...faggot," the unicorn conceded with distaste at the slur, though a part of him wondered what the difference between the two scents might be; after all, didn't sissies use mare products too? Still, as long as nothing of that stranger's mark remained upon him, what did it matter? Shining lathered himself in the bubbly shampoo, finding it unusually slick upon his course fur, the silken fluid leaving a gleaming luster even after rinsing away. At last, the stranger's stain faded away, replaced by a flowery scent that smelled simply...

"Delightful? Hah, bottle wasn't lying. In fact, it's not bad at all," the unicorn reflected upon stepping from the shower, the fresh sheen to his softened fur making it easy to dry and even easier to brush into order. Shining wondered if he might have used a bit too much, and if Cadence would notice how much was missing from the bottle, to say nothing of the scent itself!

"Just, ah, got in the shower and realized my bottle was empty! Sorry dear, had to use your mare stuff, just this once! H-hah," Shining rehearsed in the mirror with his best impression of a dismissively embarrassed smile, hovering over his own plain bottle of coat wash and hiding it underneath a few towels in the bathroom closet. 

"See? All out! Oops, guess I'll need to send a servant out to get a few bottles...say, you wouldn't happen to need a few extras, right honey?" Shining cooed into the mirror with a casual flick of his shimmering mane, pulling at his wife's makeup drawer to spy rows of lipstick, powders, and all manner of frilly mare-business. "Why, just write down what's running low, and I'll ask Summer Chalice to pick up a few-"

A hoof lightly tapped at the bathroom door, freezing Shining in place.

"Y-Yes?"

"Shining? Are you finished in there?" the Commander's wife asked, seemingly oblivious to the spiel of her husband rifling through her articles.

"YES! Uhm, yeah, just practicing for the big graduate ceremony in a few weeks," Shining squeaked in reply, gentling shutting the makeup drawer and ruffling his mane with a towel, before dashing to unlatch the door and make a hasty exit. "There, done! Guard stuff to do, rank paperwork, you know how it is. Sorry I can't chat right now, see you at dinner!"

"Are you sure you're feeling-?" Cadence began, sniffing a strange odor on her husband's fur, but he'd bolted off with only a fleeting peck upon her cheek, his magic brushing his frazzled mane back into place with a snatched comb while vanishing out of their chambers.

"...Was that one of my combs?" the alicorn muttered with a dismissive shrug, striding into the washroom to preen her wings, whose pink feathers wore the ruffles of another motherly morning with Flurry Heart's unpredictable magical outbursts...

* * *

Fortunately for Shining Armor, his wife was as much the Princess of Empathy as she was that of Love, and accepted his half-rambled excuses for borrowing her comb and fur wash with only a few understanding nods and jeering giggles; she'd even complimented the glossiness of his fur and the flowery scent adorning it, joking that he may have to fend off curious bees while instructing drills tomorrow morning!

Shining laughed her banter off, casually  mentioning that he'd sent their faithful steward, a crystal pony mare by the name of Summer Chalice, on a shopping trip to restock their bathing supplies. He didn't mention exactly what he'd instructed her to buy, nor the specific request to stash some of the more feminine articles away in the guest bathroom for "any unexpected visitors" to use, but the detail surely must have just slipped his mind!

The day passed easily enough; eating a fine dinner accompanied by even finer wine, hosting a chat by Royal Crystaller Sunburst on arcane affairs, reviewing civil documents, and the usual royal business. The events slipped by Shining, as if a fleeting dream, his thoughts constantly mulling over every sensation felt, word uttered, and desire awakened in the stall. Twice, he'd felt his stallionhood stir, and twice he'd crossed his legs to stifle that urge.

"Tomorrow, just gotta hold off until then," Shining gnarled to himself, rising from his study table and dousing the lights, marching straight for the royal bedchambers like a soldier on parade. "I'll forget all about this tomorrow. Everything will be back to normal, now that I've finally got that out of my system..."

Cadence was already settling down for bed, having nestled Flurry Heart into her crib after wearing the floating foal out by chasing her around the nursery. The alicorn wore a semi-transparent white nightgown sown by Rarity as a late wedding present, accented with embroidered hearts and flourishes all along the hem, its contours suggesting grace and beauty befitting of a Princess. Normally, that gown inspired desire in the unicorn's heart, as she'd worn it on their honeymoon to prelude almost every blissful consummation of their union.

Instead, Shining's heart sank upon approaching the daintily-dressed mare settling into bed; would those endearing sighs and huffs uttered at his affections during their lovemaking be screams of rapture if she were wrapped underneath the bucking thrusts of that wicked stranger, or one of those well-endowed studs in the barracks? No doubt Cadence loved her husband unconditionally, adored him even; yet, would he ever be able to give her the pleasure such love deserved? Or would he always pale in comparison to those broncos and their over-sized tools, each well-suited to hammer mares and queers alike into whimpering, whining mush?

"Are you coming to bed, Shining; or are you just going to stand there gawking?" Cadence asked in a faux-innocent voice, wiggling her rump before slipping it under the sheets, the alicorn's magic pulling back the sheets to offer him space beside her. "Not that I mind at all. I seem to have that effect on you."

"Hah, maybe it's some kinda spell you cast with that flank of yours, hypnotizes me right on the spot," Shining recovered from his stupor deftly as he climbed into bed, casting aside such troubling thoughts. What was getting into him? Shining Armor commanded the army of an empire, earned the adoration of thousands of mares, and shared his bed with the most beautiful of them all! He had nothing to prove, not to anypony, least of all some braggart cadet with more cock than brains!

"Indeed, my most powerful spell yet! One you've not yet managed to resist," Cadence sneered, nuzzling her husband's firm chest and sniffling at his floral-scented fur, its softness tickling her nose. "Heh, you know, it's not half bad."

"The wash, you mean? Y-Yeah, didn't expect it to leave my fur so-"

"Silky?" she interjected with a knowing snicker. "Now you see why I like using it so much! I could get used to seeing your fur like this, Shiny. If some of my bottles end up missing, I think I'll know who to blame."

"We'll see about that," he replied gruffly, "but if I start smelling like my wife, that'll get the servants whispering."

"Like they don't do that already? Besides, I don't recall us ever writing any laws stating that a stallion can't have a nice, glossy coat, or smell faintly of lilacs from time to time. If anything, that'll just spread the rumor that we've been spending more time in the shower together!" Cadence purred, taking in a deep breath of her husband's fur, nuzzling up so that their muzzles stood inches apart. 

"Your Princess is ready for her goodnight-kiss, my Knight," she whispered in that irresistibly sultry tone that no other mare could quite emulate. 

Shining began to lean forward, but paused, mortified by a singular idea, a horrific realization; less than six hours ago, his muzzle greedily wrapped itself around a total stranger's cock, worshipping it reverently behind his own adoring wife's back until they were stained with seed, and now those same tainted lips thought themselves worthy to kiss the Princess of Love! What a sorry excuse of a Knight he'd been, much less a faithful husband!

"C-Cadence, I-" Shining began to protest, but his wife took the initiative, as she often did in their bedroom, melding their lips together in a lengthy, agonizingly-long smooch. Shining's eyes widened with horror; though the flavor of cock and cum was long gone, his wife's muzzle occupied the same space as the stranger's stallionhood had, a perverse sort of bridge forming with the unicorn as its base. He broke the kiss early, suddenly, a trail of spittle connecting him to his wife, which looked eerily like cum in the dim bedroom lighting, as if she'd mustered some of that sinful seed from his memories...

"Phew, Knightly duties attended to yet again! Ah, goodnight, my Princess C-Cadenza," Shining croaked, extinguishing the bedside lamp and withdrawing into the darkness, hoping the pulled-up sheets concealed the red glow of shame on his face.

"Goodnight, my Knight, Cadence yawned back, seeming to disregard the abrupt end to their kiss as purely accidental, finding herself too tired from the day's toil to prod for any other answer. Cadence rolled to the side, facing away from him, her head somewhat elevated by a pillow to keep her lengthy horn from grinding into the headboard in her dreamy slumber.

Shining lay still, listening to her breathing slow into measured, sleeping comfort. His blue eyes stared into the darkness, half-expecting that monstrous stallion and his equally-beastly cock to spring forth and profane his mouth, in his very own bedchambers! Shuttering his eyes, Shining tumbled away from that gloom, settling his gaze upon the peaceful mare at rest beside him.

"Hold on dear, your Knight'll be along shortly to escort you into Luna's dreamland," the protector of the Crystal Empire vowed, forsaking the tantalizing offer brazenly swaying from the void of his own thoughts. Snuggling against the silken pillow awash in a now-comforting floral scent, Shining Armor's last lucid thoughts that night were spend on imaging himself as that Knight, a steadfast warrior guarding honor and safety of his dear wife, no matter the cost.

* * *

The lone unicorn warrior moved soundlessly through the jungle canopy, his fur-covered hooves making almost no sound upon the earth, nor leaving anything but a fleeting imprint to mark his passing. Clad in a rugged loincloth and sash, little clothing obscured the stallion's athletic, white-furred body, nor did it hide the dark tattoos inked in along his chest; the marks of a gifted hunter, one who provided bountiful treasures for his tribe and mare on nearly every hunt. Even in the leanest times, the warrior's spear found beasts to slay for hides, or fruits to fill the bellies of his fellows. However, so far, his most recent prey eluded him.

He'd ventured far following the trail of the white beast, a powerful reptile that stalked the dark reeds of the savannah, stealing away whatever life it could snatch within its fangs or swipe with its wicked claws, each sharp as arrowheads and just as accurate. It was bigger, faster, and more bloodthirsty than the rest of its kind, leaving sorrow and suffering wherever it tread. The stallion who felled such a mighty opponent would unquestionably rule the tribes, his own and all others of the land.

The stalking warrior, Shining Spear, aimed to ensure his legacy by doing just that. So confident was he in this quest's success, that the notion he might find himself hunted instead never crossed his mind...until it was too late!

"Hiiisssssss!" the massive lizard snarled, leaping from seemingly nowhere, its sharp claws glistening in the scant sunlight illuminating the jungle floor. Shining moved on instinct, tumbling to the ground and laying nearly flat, the beast sailing mere inches above his head!

"Hah, finally found you! Now, face your destiny at the tip of my spear, demon!" Shining yowled, springing from his low position like a leopard from tall grass, his spear jabbing into the creature's thick hide, scratching at its iron-like scales. The spear drew an angry growl, but failed to penetrate enough to draw blood, leaving the confident warrior overextended. Vulnerable. Easy prey.

"GGgrrrrraaaaaagh!" the lizard snarled, leaping at Shining and knocking his namesake, his prized spear, straight out of the unicorn's hoof. The monster's whole weight slammed him to the earth, robbing his lungs of breath and crushing the warrior underneath its bulk. Shining struggled fiercely, scrambling for his weapon, but it remained just outside of reach. The creature's drool-slathered teeth, poised to bury themselves into his soft neck, were far closer and getting closer by the moment!

"This is the end; I am ready to meet my ancestors, and pray that death meets me swiftly-" the defeated warrior's thoughts raced, staring mortality right in the face for the first and final time. The beast sneered in triumph, lunging forward to snuff out the life of its newest prey...

A hooked javelin bolted from the left, the massive weapon propelled with such incredible power that its jagged point easily slipped between the reptile's rigid scales, knocking the predator off of Shining's bruised chest. A grievous wound marked the beast's left hip, but its savagery only grew, as the reptile unleashed an enraged roar that echoed throughout the jungle.

"Rrrraaaaaaghhh!?" the monster rumbled, and an equally-intimidating cry answered back; two roars belonging to two brutes, each fighting for dominance of the other; yet, to Shining Spear's salvation, one such brute was a stallion, a towering warrior the likes of which he'd never seen before!

The emerging warrior, an earth pony, stood at level height with the scaled enemy, his auburn-furred body streaked with a patchwork of battle-scars and symbolic tattoos, each of their characters a record of his conquests. Having thrown his javelin, the stallion drew another almost instantaneously, the fire in his dark eyes only matched by the hue of his lengthy blonde mane. Wearing wolf furs splattered in blue dye, Shining Spear recognized the significance of his champion's garb, marking the interloper as a member of a rival tribe. This newcomer, a hulking savage, aimed to steal the prize he'd been tracking for days, glory that was rightfully his!

"S-Stand aside hunter, it is my monster to slay," Shining Spear mustered in a wavering voice weakened and unfitting for a warrior, reclaiming his spear to use as leverage in standing back to his hooves. Strength seemed to drain from his body, and his plea only drew a snide smile from the intruder.

"It was never yours. You where never worthy of it, Maran," came the gruff reply in an oddly-familiar voice, the stranger not bothering to look back at him. By the sun, he'd even been so insulted, the rival calling him a weak female! Shining scowled, anger overcoming self-preservation, as he raised his spear to strike down the unaware warrior.

The creature held little regard for their conversation, seizing the moment to lunge at what it saw as the weakest of the pair, the hunter it could most easily vanquish; Shining Spear! Pointing his weapon towards the wrong target, the unicorn was defenseless, his pride as a hunter misguiding reason and leaving him totally exposed!

"Eaaaghh-Graghh!...Aghhh..." it sprang, sputtered, and upon falling to the ground, expired. The reptilian horror's heart no longer beat, pierced by the stranger's javelin, two rows of its curved obsidian claws mere inches away from tearing into Shining Spear's flesh. In attempting to preserve his honor, Shining forfeited not only that, but his quarry. Now, only one option remained: servitude to the one he'd wronged, to the savoir he despised.

"Kneel," the stranger commanded, and Shining obeyed by sitting down before him, dropping the spear he was no longer fit to wield. To even dare think of striking another honorable warrior on a hunt, even that of another tribe, was an unforgivable crime; one that Shining expected to pay for with exile, at best. Glancing up, Shining found his muzzle level with the loincloth loosely tied around the stallion's waist, the cloth straining to conceal his maleness, but unable to hide its imposing outline.

"Good Maran," the stranger complimented Shining's subservience with a condescending pat on the head, the insulting title a fitting one for his actions. "You will be as my shadow from now on; always behind, attending, and lower than me. Your time pretending to be a warrior is at an end."

"What must I do?" Shining Spear replied solemnly, staring down at his hooves, barely constraining tears. He found his loincloth barely risen between his legs, as if his stallionhood opted to hide from one which outmatched it. "If I am a shadow, than whom am I bound to?"

"The trek into the jungle has tired me. I will prepare the beast's vessel for our journey to the council of elders. Set up a shelter and cook me a meal; such is a fitting first task for a Maran," the hunter ordered, laying down a tied satchel containing a simple tend and woolen bedwrap, including flint for starting a fire. "From this day forth, you are no longer an unworthy hunter, but the shadow of Sunchaser. Never forget your place."

Shining Spear merely nodded, busying himself with the task of setting up shelter, gathering rocks for a fire-pit, and uncovering ample timber in the jungle foliage. Each of these tasks annoyed many hunters, but Shining found them easy, comforting even, compared to the rigors of following the deadly beast. Before the sun even began to set, he'd mounted the tent into a fitting shelter, set a blazing fire alight with ample tinder, and whipped up a meal of steamed vegetables. All the while, the jealous hatred that damned him faded into shame, acceptance, and even gratitude for Sunchaser's intervention. The earth pony showed great mercy for not branding him an outcast; in fact, if the stallion did become leader of his own tribe, would that not make Shining valuable too, even as a servant?

"Come, Maran. I desire your company," Sunchaser stated from his fur sitting mat, and Shining approached, a water pouch and pot of vegetable stew hovering beside him with the Spirit-Touch his kind were celebrated for, offering sustenance to the warrior who'd saved his life humbly. Indeed, the earth pony did eat; but not before grasping Shining's tail and tugging the unicorn to his side upon the grass. 

"Ahh!" the defeated stallion squeaked lowering himself to sit beside Sunchaster, the massive stallion's unyielding hoof soon clasping his shoulders. "I-I don't understand, I did what you asked-"

"You satisfied one of my hungers, as a Maran should, but that is not what I asked," the hunter interjected sharply, a flash of annoyance simmering in his dark-brown eyes, its ire sending Shining's resolve to protest fleeing. "I asked for your company to sate a different hunger, as what is expected of your kind."

"B-But that would mean, you can't be serious," Shining gulped, taken aback by what Sunchaser's rumbling voice implied. He'd heard of stallions doing such a thing when defeated in battle in certain tribes, debasing themselves before another and serving them as a tribeswoman might; he'd even seen such stallions, if one could call them that from their apperance, doting over their superiors in other camps. Surely, the victorious stud couldn't have that fate in store for him?

"I told you already, the time to play pretend at being a stallion is over," Sunchaser spoke, silencing his attendant's worries, though the touch of the earth pony's fingers tracing along Shining's lithe shoulders did just as much to quiet the unicorn's protest. "You were never meant for hunting ferocious game, not with a body so lean and soft. Given your willingness to serve, you certainly were not meant to rule, or strain to uphold the honor of our people against those who would challenge it. Thus, you have one purpose remaining, the one that I give you."

"Which is...?" Shining rasped weakly, though given the rising heft that he spied underneath Sunchaser's tightening loincloth, a revelation the humbled unicorn worried most to hear became all the more obvious. Unconsciously, Shining allowed his muzzle to slink closer to Sunchaster's waistline, the true warrior's guiding hoof resting upon the unicorn's ruffled blue mane, subtly leading his Maran to the proper object of their fascination.

"To serve a stallion who possesses all that you lack, to attend to the whole breadth of his needs, as a Maran should. That is you genuine purpose," the stud instructed, as if it were the most obvious thing one could see about Shining Spear; even more apparent than Sunchaser's hardening stallionhood slipping free from underneath his cloth, springing upright in all of its splendor. "Gaze upon it, and find yourself left wanting when matched against the "spear" wielded by a true warrior."

"O-Oh, spirits preserve me!" Shining Spear muttered, his breath taken aback by the raw size and overpowering musk of the nickel-colored behemoth freed from any decency of cover, its club-like head almost bopping the shocked unicorn right on the nose! Why had he leaned so low and left himself vulnerable to Sunchaser's potent musk, which washed across his senses like the incense of the shamans?! Dumbstruck, the pretend-warrior starred slack-jawed in reverence, Shining's own arousal twitching to life beneath his covering as his meager protests perished at the tantalized tip of his tongue. 

"I-I can't...I've laid with many maidens of my tribe, sired my seed with them! You can't be speaking the truth, n-not about me! I-I am a warrior, equal to you!" Shining Spear interjected desperately, the uncertainty in his shrill voice making the hunter's "proof" seem like a feeble excuse when laid before Sundancer's unshakable confidence. The earth pony merely sneered, shaking his head dismissively.

"You make a good job of pretending, I'll give you that! Still, think for just a moment, and perhaps you'll understand," the warrior's grin widened, robbing Shining of hope. "If those neglected Maran were moaning underneath a runt pretender like you, imagine how they'd scream when ravaged by a warrior like me! Hah, the spirits themselves would hear their cries of rapture! Can you honestly say that you're a real warrior, knowing that?"

"I-I..." Shining gasped, the truth robbing him of all resolve; save for one pressing concern bobbing up at him in all its glory. The unicorn's eyes stared at the warrior's groin, his adoration for Sunchaser's maleness impossible to hide.

"Speechless? All the bravado and boasting gone, lacking any substance and carried off by the winds like dust, hah," Sunchaser barked out a mocking laugh, reclining on the fireside log expectantly, his shaft growing nearly as thick around as one of Shining's own dainty hooves. The earth pony's brown eyes stared the unicorn down, demanding the service owed for the day's rescue; though in their dark gaze, Shining wondered if the beast's hide was the real prize at all, or if seeing a once-proud hunter submitting inflamed Sunchaser's vast ego even more than the glorious kill. 

"You know what you want to do with it. Put those hooves to task with a spear more suited for their supple grip! Tend to the needs of your better, Maran."

"Yes, I-I will, sir," Shining replied automatically, before the shaky words could be fully processed and understood as the unconditional surrender they were. Yet, by then it was too late, and his magic had hovered away Sunchaser's loincloth and wolf-fur clothes entirely, exposing the nude stallion's scar and tattoo-covered body. One of the earth pony's arms alone could strike him down, their heft like trunks of a mighty tree, while the rigidity of his chest only flexed by deep, agitated breaths. The breathing of a warrior, anticipating pleasure, needing release that only his Maran could give...

"Sir? A good start, but I have a more fitting title in mind," Sunchaser bellowed, one of those strong hooves slipping behind Shining Spear's tail, cupping his toned rump briefly before tugging away his cloth covering, exposing the unicorn's fine white-furred ass and flopping, half-hard member. "To others, I am a champion, and soon chieftain with this bounty; but to you, and all my Maran, I will be called only one thing: Master."

"Master..." Shining bowed to his knees and shut his eyes tight as if offering prayer to his tribe's most profane spirits, grasping the true stallion's hefty "spear" with both of his trembling hooves, each fawning at Sunchaser's impressive offering. The head oozed the earth pony's own desire in clear rivets of precum, stray drops of his leaking essence slathering the bridge of Shining's nose, tricking down both sides to mark the Maran as his property. The blushing unicorn extended his tongue hungrily, impatient for a taste of the supreme masculine delight presented to him, its powerful flavor eclipsing his humiliation at the very first lick.

"You know, deep down, that you can't resist your calling. Your mouth will soon be very familiar with my body," Sunchaser assured, a low groan escaping his muzzle as Shining's own parted, accepting the head of the stud's cock and its first inches inside his warm mouth. Producing a stone container of blue warpaint from his discarded clothing, the earth pony presented the decorative dye, his hoof caressing the base of the unicorn's horn with surprising tenderness to draw it to his attention. No such sympathy reverberated in his newest command however, only authority. 

"Shed those insincere symbols across your body; mark yourself properly, just as I've marked you. I want everypony who sees you from now on to know that your place is kneeling before me."

The order entered Shining's flicking ears, and in an instant the unicorn's glowing horn grasped the offered paint, opening up the dark-blue contents of wolf-tribe dyes. His eyes shuttered tight, Shining's adventuring licks left trails of drool slipping down Sunchaser's shaft, coating it in preparation of accepting the role as a Maran who invested all her being in taking inch-after-inch of the superior male's stallionhood to the back of their throat. 

The dye slipped free from its housing to the whim of the unicorn's spirit-touch, swirling about Shining Spear in a maelstrom of color. Jolts of blue jetted forth across his silken white fur to tarnish and deface his former markings, shedding years of accomplishment in splashes of paint. When he set down the empty paint vessel, his transformation was nearly complete, the first of many changes to follow in service to Master Sunchaser.

In only a few moments, the emblems of a proud hunter disappeared from his body, leaving only the rounded, curve-accentuating symbols worn by the maidens of his tribe claimed by the chieftain. Each light-blue line and contour flowed across the unicorn's form as effortlessly as a stream, their sway meant to guide an appraising male's eyes across a female's enticing features. What Shining Spear lacked in breasts or meaningful hips, he more than made up for in passion, tending to Sunchaser's member and accepting it inside his mouth without lagging for a moment. 

"M-Mmmphh, h-how's that...?" Shining murmured for his Master's approval between slurps, his muzzle running up and down the shaft that occupied his every thought, and would soon do the same to every orifice his body had to offer. His senses dulled due to self-imposed blindness were replaced by the rush of submission, casting himself to the whims of the delectable dick sliding across his tongue.

"You wear your part well, Maran. Now, look upon me for the first time; not as your competition, but your Master."

Shining opened his eyes to a new reality, a world remade in the image of one unquestioned stallion whose might made right. Fire still shone in the unicorn's gaze, but not that of a warrior; rather, Sunchaser saw the needy, appreciative glow of obedience. The stallion ground his teeth with a snarl, as his Maran's muzzle proved voracious in its hunger for his member, the flaring head prodding at the very back of the servant's gargling throat. Sunchaser marveled as Shining struggled for more, his copious saliva glistening across the shaft in the flicker of the campfire, its warmth rivaled by that of the Maran's wet, wanting maw.

"Grr, you not only wear it well, but act the role with the keenness of my tribe's loosest wenches; there are many who could learn this art from you," Sunchaser grinds out a compliment following a lewd slurp, precum trickling out a steady reward for his Maran's flicking tongue. Impatient for much-sought release after a day of victory, Sunchaser's stout hoof swiftly gripped the unicorn's horn, its ivory length a fitting handle with which to quickly break in a fresh throat. "It is convenient that you possess a hoofhold as well as such a thirsty mouth."

"Mmmph?!" Shining yelped shrilly as his horn was touched, his half-hearted protests muffled into simpering bleats by the delicious cock plugging up his mouth with its girth; not that Sunchaser would have paid them much heed to them regardless. Rather, he found the noises endearing, and looked forward to hearing many more of those mews throughout his reign as Chieftain of all tribes in the valley. 

"Let us see if you can manage a challenge more fitting for your kind than hunting!" the stud bellowed, shoving the degraded, defiled, and defeated warrior into his crotch, the flared head of his cock clubbing its way deep into the unicorn's muzzle. Shining wiggled fruitlessly underneath the hold, thankful for whatever breath he could steal as inch after inch roughly charted the inner-walls of the unicorn's throat. 

The mistreatment left Shining's own black cock standing at attention, prodding his Master's knee like a bothersome pest in its inadequacy. Sunchaser's free hoof grasped and stroked his Maran's meager length with a fierce tempo, sending Shining's into a slew of pathetic whimpers at being stallion-handled on two fronts. However, the stimulation relaxed Shining's throat, and to the stud's delight, the unicorn's lips at last kissed the fuzzy pubic fur of his crotch, meaning that Sunchaser's entire shaft enjoyed the gulping heat of the Shining's wondrous muzzle.

"A-Aaahhh! Finally, a mouth worthy of servicing me, at last!" Sunchaser's praise drew a moan of appreciation from the enthralled unicorn choking down his dick, Shining adoring his transformation into a living, licking sheath for his Chieftain's needy "spear," one that aimed to put all the proper mares awaiting their stud's return from the hunt to shame! Shining's ears flicked excitedly, his shaft throbbing against Sunchaser's hoof, coating it in a splatter of dribbling precum that crept closer to release.

"M-Mmmmphhhhhhh! Mmm, hmmm!" the unicorn bawled from bleary blue eyes, rocking his weak hips against the earth pony's harshly-stroking hoof, which clutched the Shining's meager maleness like the needy toy it was, just the goad his slut into further submission. The taste intoxicated Shining like the heady incense of the shamans, Sunchaser's scent leading Shining Spear on its own perverse vision quest, one whose revelation flared to full circumference at the very back of his gargling throat. Sunchaser's balls lent a mighty twitch, soon echoed by one in his flare, the stud's savage grunts marking the end of Shining's journey as a hunter or warrior. Instead, he stood reborn as a Maran, and with a beseeching prayer, welcomed the christening awaiting within his Master's overflowing balls...

"Prepare yourself Maran, your Chieftain's reward approaches; h-here it comes-R-Raaaaarghhhhh! Take it, embrace your true purpose in this life! You belong to me!" Sunchaser's mighty roar echoed through the jungle, his abdomen and thighs twitching powerfully, followed by similar jolts across Shining Spear's tongue. Wrapping his muzzle around the stud's medial ring, the unicorn ensured that all of his Master's spunk blasted across his tongue and throat, blanketing both in his strong, salty flavor. Shining's eyes fluttered waifishly, trembling at the bountiful gift, a true blessing from the spirits whose taste clung to his overflowing mouth.

"There's so much, I-I can't keep up....Oh spirits, I wish I could taste this every day!" Shining pondered, his cheeks bulging from the amount of seed contained within, bathing his mouth in white; however, Sunchaser had other plans.

"Wear your Master's gift with pride, Maran! Perfect paint for your kind," Sunchaser bellowed, panting as he used the grip upon the unicorn's horn to pry Shining's suckling head from his spurting dick, blasting the last few heady lines of cum across his Maran's awestruck face. Seed dripped from Shining's gasping muzzle, which hung open to catch what it could; the rest stained his mane, forehead, and especially nose in sperm, leaving him breathing in the stud's heavenly musk long after he was spent.

"T-Thank you, Master," Shining wheezed, but Sunchaser merely growled in reply, his still-hard member jabbing at the unicorn's cheek, smearing it in leakage. However, his hooves were still busy even after climax, working up a sweat across his Maran's throbbing member.

"You can express proper thanks by giving into my every advance..." the earth pony instructed, tugging Shining's horn once more to level their muzzles against each other, Sunchaser's breath warm upon his cheek. The stud's next instruction came in a whispered demand.

"Spill your worthless seed the moment our lips meet, and I will mold you to tend my every urge. In time, your own tribe will not recognize you as anything more than my favorite servant; you will belong to me, as my Maran, forever."

Shining's heart skipped a beat, the fiery warrior spirit within him tamed by the superior stallion; he realized that he'd felt the sort of feminine yearning for the stud befitting his new title. The unicorn's answer throbbed under Sunchaster's touch, reaching that height of blissful subservience. At last, the moment...

"S-Sunchaser," Shining sighed back in a higher, simpering voice, closing his eyes and learning forth to accept the submission sealed by a kiss. His cockhead flared sharply, jetting his own spunk across the stud's sweat-coated hoof, its slickness bathing his length in heated, adoring suckles that encircled the swollen tip...wait, suckles?

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"S-Suncha-huh, what...?" The unicorn blinked in a daze, sleep clouding Shining Armor's vision and blurring the world around him. Instead of a log and flickering campfire, the comforts of his royal bedchambers surrounded him; and instead of Sunchaster's muzzle solidifying a disturbingly-tempting fate, his beautiful wife's tongue lapped attentively across her husband's deflating shaft, which rested limply against the Prince's soft tummy, freshly spent.

"Mornin', sweetie!" Cadence chirped with a faux-innocent smile, as if she'd just baked him breakfast instead of tending to Shining's morning wood. "Ahh, I couldn't help myself, seeing you so in need."

"M-Morning, love," he stuttered back, reaching to pat the alicorn's head in appreciation for her pleasant wake-up call, moaning as she left a sloppy "morning kiss" across his softening flare. "You, you haven't done that sorta thing in awhile, caught me off guard..."

"I'll say it did; you came so hard I just about choked, hehe!" she teased, rising up from his hind legs and snuffling beside him on the bed, patting her husband's fluffy chest with a hoof. "So...Who is this Sunchaser? Somepony I should be worried about?"

"N-No! Just, ah, somepony, you know, somepony in my dream is all. Nopony real, I think," Shining blathered out, a crimson shade darkening his cheeks as he shuffled to face her scorn. Instead, he found Cadence all smiles, as if entertained by the notion.

"Well, she must have been some mare, to get you so pent up! Hope I don't have any competition, or I'll have to get Luna on dream-patrol to shoo that hussy off my stallion!" Cadence chimed with a playful giggle, teasing her nervous husband for his naughty dreams.

"Y-yeah, she was, uh, an exotic sort of mare. I must have read something in one of Twilight's old books about the old pony tribes, hah; but she can't hold a candle to you," Shining retorted, daring to snatch a kiss from his wife before she might protest or linger on the subject; forgetting that she'd only just finished draining his cock! A succulent, slightly-sweet flavor accompanied their morning smooch, Shining's probing tongue lapping up remnants of his own load on his wife's tongue. Unable to stop gathering the faint traces of spunk, the stallion couldn't help imagining that it was Sunchaser's muzzle he'd met, sealing "Shining Spear's" destiny as a feminine Maran. Perhaps such a gesture would ensure no such dreams would occur again? Or, worse, ensure a repeat...

"Wow!" Cadence purred as he broke the kiss, her wingtips fluttering at the suddenness of Shining's deep, affectionate embrace. "Didn't think you'd wanna kiss me after that morning blowjob; you always said you'd never do that, because of the taste."

"For you? I can take it," Shining professed, licking his lips to gather up any hint of that helping of protein, before shuffling to his wife's own waistline and grasping her parted legs. He winked up at her, earning a wink in return from the excited pink folds of her wanting sex. "I know something else that can wash out the taste though! Mmm..."

"Oh, you're a tiger today! C-Celestia, I don't even remember the last time you-Oh!~" the alicorn cried, squirming as her husband's questing tongue returned the favor, tantalizing her slit with his probing, patient tongue. Shining Armor closed his eyes, focusing each lick and kiss of his muzzle on Cadence's pleasure, relearning the pussy he'd so-long neglected to worship. His wife deserved the best he could give, after all, and there was no way his exhausted, floppy stallionhood would be worthy enough to make her deliver those utterly-adorable squeaks. His muzzle, however, would soon discover to appreciate its own talents, ones that both stallions and mares could enjoy in equal measure...