Split Down the Middle
Making his way towards the gym, Anon couldn’t help but wonder about the cryptic message he’d received. At some point that morning, someone had slipped a note under his apartment door. He couldn’t say exactly when it had been delivered, or whom had dropped it off, which only added to his curiosity. Opening the letter, the mystery was only deepened.
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Anonymous,
Your presence is required at the Canterlot Castle’s private gym at noon today. There is a competition being planned and you, dear human, have been selected to be the judge. We’ll see you then…
~
And that was it; no signature, nothing specific or descriptive, just an enigmatic request. It didn’t take Anon long to decide on going to see what the note was referring to. His only plans for the day consisted of an evening jog, playing a few video games, and relaxing around the house. A relatively lazy series of events, sure, but he didn’t have to work, and it had been a long week..
Donning a skin tight top, yoga pants, and a pair of running shoes, Anon checked the clock. The gym was a ten minute walk from his apartment, so there was no need to rush. Still, even if he was a few minutes early, he wouldn’t mind appreciating the sights. After all, the fitness center was one of his favorite haunts. Locking up behind himself, he briskly walked towards his destination.
Even before Anon arrived in Canterlot, he’d done his best to maintain his health. Unlike a great many guys, his training was primarily focused on cardio and his legs. Jogging, cycling, squats, and all manner of calisthenics, designed to sculpt his nubile body, were part of the routine. He’d always been relatively short and curvy, for a dude, but he didn’t mind. Truth be told, he’d devoted himself to crafting a slightly effeminate figure, since the denizens of Equestria were a bit more varied than those on earth.
Besides a great many of the native peoples being large, anthropomorphic equines, there was one other fact which had taken Anon woefully off guard. In addition to mares and stallions, females and males respectively, there were also what was known as dickmares. Essentially, they were massive females with typically imposing builds, domineering attitudes, and a fully functional set of genitalia from both sexes.
While Anon had been surprised at the revelation of the dickmares, he hadn’t been repulsed by the idea. No, in fact, he’d found himself rather curious about them. For the most part, they were larger than your average stallion or mare, often by several inches, and they were not afraid of showing themselves off. It wasn’t uncommon for them to openly hit on others, wear painfully revealing clothing, or be caught committing lewd acts in public. Long story short, they were sexual as all getout, and a part of Anon found that extremely arousing.
Minutes passed in a flash, while the man pondered on the message he’d received, and he soon found himself at the gym’s front door. Looking around, he raised an eyebrow, noticing that something was off. Normally, there’s be a fair number of ponies coming and going, but the place seemed abandoned.
Walking through the front door, Anon noticed the lobby was much the same; there was no receptionist or clients, the nutrition bar was empty, and he couldn’t hear any noises coming from the weight room. For whatever reason, the place was like a ghost town, which only raised more questions.
“Hello?” Anon called out, delving deeper.
He started, when he suddenly heard a click behind himself. Whirling around, he observed the slightest traces of a golden aura leaving the door’s lock. There was no doubt about it; somewhere, there was a unicorn at work. The sound of a throat clearing behind him caused him to turn. His eyes went wide, as he noticed who was standing just a dozen feet away.
There, calmly walking towards him, were two of the most beautiful creatures Anon had ever seen. Rainbow Dash, a cocky, brash, and cheeky pegasus grinned at him, as she drew nearer. Keeping pace beside her was none other than Princess Celestia, the amazoness diarch of Equestria. He’d seen them around the gym plenty of times, but he’d never spoken with them before.
The alicorn was slightly taller and more heavily built, with the aesthetic of a bodybuilder, while Dash was slightly more slender, yet still remarkably athletic. Each of the mares stood head and shoulders taller than he, but that wasn’t what had his attention. No - he had to fight himself to keep from openly gawking at the bulge in their shorts.
“See, I told you he couldn’t keep his eyes off ‘em” Dash chuckled, shamelessly patting her groin.
“So you were correct. Still, I do wish he wasn’t so coy,” Celestia sighed, speaking about Anon as if he wasn’t there.
Standing motionless, unsure of what to do, Anon glanced between the two. Neither stopped their approach, until they flanked him on either side. Peering up at them, with his face as bosom level, he gulped. They were wearing a matching set of tank tops and shorts, but little else. From the looks of it, they’d already been working out pretty hard, given the sheen of sweat covering their bodies.
“I still think I’m going to win,” Dash proclaimed, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder.
“I doubt it. Yes, you may have - Ahem - a bit of size, but that hardly means you know how to use it,” Celestia coolly noted, gripping Anon’s arm.
“Wait,” Anon bleated, finally finding his voice, “what are we doing?”
“You,” they responded in unison, as both gazed down at him and smiled.
“To clarify, Dash and I have been having a bit of a, shall we say, disagreement. It’s obvious you’re interested in us, since we’ve each caught you hungrily eyeing our loins, although we’re unsure who’s more fit to service you. As such, we thought to make a game of it,” Celestia calmly explained.
“Yeah, whoever fucks you into a coma, gets to date you!” Dash interjected, snickering slightly.
“Wait, wait, wait…” Anon groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. Finding himself as the prize in a competition was a bit alarming, even though he was honored by the offer. Digesting the information, he closed his eyes for a moment to think.
“Oh dear, I hope we haven’t confused the poor man,” Cele murmured.
“Nah, we just gotta show him the real prize,” Dash exclaimed.
Out of nowhere, something hot and heavy flopped against Anon’s hand, just before a similar sensation slapped on his opposite side. Peeking down, he realized the two had pantsed themselves, allowing their semi-flaccid equipment to smack against him. The sight was awe inspiring, more than enough to leave him dumbfounded.
Each of the titanic dickmares’ tools were as big of his arm. Dash’s, a deep cerulean, was longer than the alicorns; Celestia’s junk, while being a shade thicker, was a deep grey color, contrasting her snow white coat. Looking between the pair of massive cocks, he didn’t notice either of the ponies moving until it was too late.
Acting in unison, Celestia and Dash pressed their shorts to Anon’s face. The residual heat and moisture of their perspiration washed over his visage. As he gasped in surprise, his body was rocked by the pungent and overpowering fragrance. The aroma was so strong that, besides damn near instantly popping wood, he felt weak in the knees.
“See, I told you that’d work,” Dash clucked, smugly leering at the Princess.
“Yes, well, I’m sure he would have happily helped himself, had we only asked,” Celestia countered.
Anon felt himself turned, whilst still blinded by their trunks, and guided into the gym. While he had no way of knowing exactly where they were heading, he didn’t care. Just their scent was enough to make him lightheaded, and he had no intention of removing the garments from his face.
A moment passed, before the man’s vision was cleared. Looking around, he realized he’d been guided to the yoga area of the gym. The room, set to the side of the weight lifting area, was small and had a padded floor. Dash casually tossed the shorts to the floor, as she leaned against a wall. Regardless of what was going to happen, neither of the ponies seemed intent on wearing anything to cover their lower halves.
“Alright, Anon, perhaps we should start with some pre-workout stretching,” Celestia chirped, drawing his attention.
Facing away from him, she sunk to the floor. Resting on her knees, assuming a cat position, she arched her back. Her fat prick, as well as her grapefruit-sized pair of nuts, rested against the back of her thighs. Anon had a hard time focusing on anything but her equipment, although a light cough caused him to look upward.
“Now, if you’ll assume the position, just follow my lead,” the Princess cooed.
Getting to his knees, Anon eased himself down; that was, until he heard heavy footfalls. Glancing over his shoulder, just as he felt himself being lifted, he spied the blue pegasus. Squeaking in surprise, as he was abruptly relocated directly behind the alicorn. While he had taken the same pose as Celestia, his face was now a scant few inches from her junk, causing him to gulp.
“I think she wanted you right here,” Dash snorted.
“Now, just raise your shoulders and lean…” Celestia began, as she ground her self backward.
Without warning, Anon found his face grinding against the Princess’ regal rod and plump balls. Situated as he was, his nose landed squarely at the base of her length, as he was blinded by her weighty testes. A shuddering breath escaped him, while wondered about the untold liters of spunk the two glorious orbs contained.
“You’re not too good at taking directions, huh?” the pegasus groaned, unceremoniously tugging the shorts down his rump. “She said lean back,” she added, digging two fingers into his ass.
Obediently, Anon rocked himself back into Dash’s hand, as he fought the urge to worship the marecock against his face. He certainly hadn’t expected his day to take such a scandalous turn, although he surely wasn’t complaining. Doing his best to concentrate, fending off the temptation to taste the Princess’ member, he restrained himself. As long as they didn’t say…
“Feel free to give it a lick, you slut,” Dash teased, slipping a third digit into his backdoor.
The goading remark, coupled with a contented giggle from Celestia, was all the motivation Anon needed. Reluctantly, he dragged his tongue over the alicorn’s shaft, from it’s blunt crown to its girthy root. The salty, slightly sour flavor of fresh sweat danced over his taste buds, utterly destroying any reservations he had.
Steadying himself on one arm, he reached up and angled the Princess’ tool towards himself. Like staring down the barrel of a cannon, he only then could appreciate how astoundingly massive it was. Opening his jaw, offering a silent prayer that it would fit, he leaned in and wrapped his lips around its bloated tip.
“Mmmmm...I told you he’d be accommodating,” Celestia hummed, proudly peering back at her friend.
“Yeah, whatever. Let’s see how accommodating other parts of him are,” Dash grumbled, removing her fingers from his tush.
Repositioning herself, she squatted behind the man, while she angled her fuck-stick at his derriere. Feeling the head of her dong caress his hole, she grabbed hold of his waist. With one massive downward plunge, she drove half of the appendage into his pucker, causing his body to violently careen forward.
With no way of knowing he was about to be so suddenly penetrated, Anon gasped, allowing Celestia’s shaft to bury itself in his esophagus. His eyes watered, his throat convulsed, and his ass clenched around Dash’s cock, yet he remained steady. There was no pain, only an undeniably intense feeling, as his body was used.
In his wildest dreams, he could’ve never imagined that two dickmares would have chosen him as a plaything, let alone Celestia and Rainbow Dash. Filled with immense pride, as well as a growing boldness he didn’t know he had, he rammed his head forward to inhale a few more inches of Princess meat.
“Look at that - Mmmph - the slut loves it!” Dash exclaimed.
Like some monstrous engine, she began steadily plowing his backside. Every plunge drove her deeper, until the medial ring of her length was bumping against his entrance. Gritting her teeth, she pushed harder, until the thick, lower section of her shaft popped into him.
Anon’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, as the tremendous root of Dash’s member accosted his prostate. He’d used toys before, sure, but they paled in comparison to the heat and vascular sensation of an actual cock. His manhood drooled cum, as he was stricken by a spontaneous climax. Though he’d hear about guys being able to accomplish such a thing, without using their hands, he’d had no way of knowing it felt so amazing.
“Oh shit! Anon, did you just bust a nut?” Dash nonchalantly asked, as she continued to hammer him from behind. “Cele, I think we got a winner here!”
“Indeed. Anon, I hope you’re prepared, because that was just the first of many,” the Princess purred, bucking herself back and driving herself deeper into his gullet.
After reaching his limit, it was all Anon could do to keep himself steady, while the two mares used him. As the seconds dragged on to minutes, their movements became frenzied and more forceful. He could feel his insides being rearranged, shifted with each of Dash’s thrusts, until she was jackhammering his ass.
Out of the blue, the Pegasus hilted herself and groaned. A sublime heat filled his interior, and his pucker stretched ever so slightly wider, as wave after wave of cream were deposited in his colon. Celestia wasn’t far behind, bucking her ass into his face like a beast possessed. As tightly plugged as his two ends were, the force of their eruption caused strings of jizz to leak from his lips and rectum.
The influx of cream, from both ends, forced Anon to cum a second time. The human body wasn’t designed to withstand such abuse, yet it coped with the ordeal in a curious way. Every part of him screamed for more, burning with pleasure, as they started to withdraw from him. Celestia and Dash left him at almost the same moment, leaving him to crash to the floor below.
Standing over him, they cranked the last few drops of their seed onto his body, bathing him in their essence. Lying there, heaving air into his chest, his mind reeled. There was no way a normal person could survive something like that, so he couldn’t help but wonder why he’d fared so well. In confusion, he looked up to them, while licking his lips clean.
“H - Cough - how did I do that?” he wheezed, struggling to push himself up.
“Dearest Anon, surely you didn’t think we would let any harm befall you? Equestria is a land of magic, so we took measures,” the alicorn explained, tapping her horn. With that, she and Dash helped him to his feet, before stripping him naked.
“Can’t have you getting foal batter all over the gym,” Dash tutted, throwing his garments in a heap. “Come on, now that you’re warmed up, let’s get to the real exercise,” she continued, dragging him into the weight area.
Drifting behind her, with Celestia taking up the rear, Anon quickly found himself surrounded by weight benches, racks of dumbells, and strength training machinery. Now nude, he attempted to discern what plans the two had for him. As fate would have it, he didn’t have to wait for terribly long.
“You know, since you’ve got a fine little tush, how about you impress us with some squats,” Celestia noted, nodding towards a standing rack.
Raising an eyebrow, confused by the request, Anon studied the two. He had no doubt that they were up to something, but he couldn’t put his finger on exactly what. Stepping over to the rack, he went to load a few weights on the empty bar, but a hand quickly rested on his shoulder. Peering over, he saw Dash standing beside him.
“No weights this time, Champ. You’re gonna be doing a few deep squats,” she muttered, pointing to his opposite side.
Glancing down, Anon noticed that Celestia had seated herself on the floor directly below the rack. A pillar of flesh sat at her groin, standing like some monument of depravity. Unlike before, when he’d been hesitant to act on the invitation, his heart began to race. He knew what they expected of him, and he was more than happy to oblige.
Stepping over the reclined alicorn, straddling her waist, he put his hands on his head. Steadily he lowered himself, until the crown of her rod grazed one of his bare ass cheeks. Aligning himself wasn’t the easiest task, but he was determined. Readjusting slightly, bringing her tool to his cum-slick pucker, he bore down.
Seeing their differences in size was one thing, but actually feeling it was another. Celestia’s pole was far fatter than Dash’s, even if it was markedly shorter. Still, he was undeterred, so he gradually applied more of his weight. Finally, just as he was beginning to doubt it would fit, she popped into him.
“Oh fuck,” Anon groaned, giving himself a second to adjust.
“Wonderful job. Now, just keep pumping,” Celestia lovingly whispered, encouraging him to continue.
Grasping the back of his head, and taking a breath, Anon began his squat routine. Up and down, in and out, he fucked himself on the alicorn beneath him. He could feel every vein along her shaft, as lewdly plunged deeper and deeper. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the sensation of her violating him, until something savagely twisted his nipples.
The sudden distraction almost caused his knees to buckle, but he didn’t lose his footing. Looking up, he found a pair of cerise eyes peering into his own. A cheeky grin played across Dash’s face, as she rose to her full height. Given their difference in height, and the fact that he was already squatted, he was soon faced with her prodigious equipment.
“Since you’re already down there, I figure you could clean me up,” Dash uttered, punctuating her statement by slapping his face with her junk. The man immediately acquiesced, parting his lips to allow her entry. “Atta boy…”
Running her fingers through his hair, the pegasus started lightly thrusting into his face. Since he was riding the royal meat pole, she decided to take it easy on him - for now, at least. Peering down, she watched his lips clinging to her length, as he rhythmically impaled himself on the Princess. She had to admit, he was taking to marecock like a fish to water.
“I’m sorry, Anon, but I simply must…” Celestia trailed off. Grabbing his hips, she began to buck into him, meeting his downward strokes.
She still wanted him to do most of the work, but faced with the sight of his jiggling rump, she couldn’t help herself. Even after Dash’s treatment, his tush was still wonderfully snug. Realistically, if the Wonderbolt hadn’t pumped a load in his ass, and broken him in slightly, she would’ve had a much harder time rutting him. Regardless, she was supremely pleased with his ministrations.
Noting Anon’s movements slowing, Dash seized the initiative. Clutching the back of his head, a predatory smirk crossed her face. She waited a second, until his pleading eyes peered up at her, before she jammed her length into his throat. There was something magical about the shocked expression he had, feeling her tool plunge towards his stomach, which spurred her to treat him roughly.
“Hope you’re - Nnnngh - ready for some protein,” she growled, as she began plowing his face.
Celestia rolled her eyes, yet her thrusts didn’t slow. Dash had always been a bit more assertive, often times openly hitting on or groping attractive ponies, especially curvy young stallions. Truth be told, the whole endeavor with Anon had been her idea. Whereas she would have been willing to take her time wooing the man, the impulsive pegasus wasn’t one to play coy; either way, it mattered little, considering how quickly he’d leapt upon their advances.
Peering upward, appreciating the sight of Anon’s pucker being dragged out by her mammoth shaft, she redoubled her efforts. Plowing her hips upward, causing her pendulous nuts to smack against his substantially smaller equipment, Celestia took the wheel. While she was a much less aggressive lover than Dash, she couldn’t let herself be outdone by the pegasus.
Anon’s motions slowed to a crawl, as the pair of dickmares ruthlessly made use of him. The mounting heat of another climax was already welling within him, sending bolts of pleasure through his frame. Although he’d already cum twice, his refractory period seemed to have disappeared. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have been able to achieve release so quickly; but at the hands of two well hung, impossibly strong amazonesses, his body bent to their will. Reaching out, he steadied himself on Dash’s hips.
“Thirsty, huh? Here, let me help,” she growled, mistakenly assuming that man wanted more. With reckless abandon, she rutted his mouth. Now practically hilted in his maw, she jackhammered his face. Furrowing her brow, she fought to stave off her impending release, but to no avail.
Anon’s gut sagged slightly, under the weight of Dash’s load being deposited in his stomach. Between the musk, lack of oxygen, and his p-spot being demolished by the Princess, he was pushed past his limit. His dick spurted jizz, as is flopped around uselessly.
With the man’s vice-like pucker gripping her length, Celestia came. Pulling him downward, forcing him onto her lap, she unloaded into his rear. The act caused Dash’s shaft to slip from his gullet, showering him with seed. Pints of her spunk surged into him, filling his already slickened and gooey interior beyond capacity.
The influx was staggering, resulting in yet another bout of rapturous bliss from the man. Now seated on Celestia’s waist, he peered down at himself. His belly was distended, almost as if he was pregnant. Covered in jizz, impaled on the Princess beneath him, and drawing breath into his lungs, he rested for a moment - but only just.
“Come on, we need to get him cleaned up,” Dash flatly said, displeased that she’d been robbed of his throat.
“And who’s fault is that,” Celestia chided, wiping an errant strand of spunk from her face. The pegasus had made a mess of Anon and herself, even if she was partially at fault. Pushing herself up, with her tool still entombed within his backside, she stood.
“W...wha…” Anon slurred, feeling the alicorn move. Before he knew it, he found himself moving towards the shower area, all while remaining on Celestia’s rock-hard cock. Even if he could form a cohesive statement, he wouldn’t know what to say. For the first time in his life, he understood what it meant to be cum drunk.
With Celestia holding Anon to herself, Dash led the way to the locker room. Each of them had already blown a load in him, so she figured it was about time to wrap things up. Equestrian magic or not, there was only so much abuse a human body could take. Sure, she may be a bit domineering, but she didn’t want to overdo it too badly.
Stepping into the showers, Dash set the water to warm, while the Princess and their guest caught up with her. After they were finished, there’d likely be some debate on who got to bring Anon home for the remainder of the day. Though they’d each had fun, dickmares were notoriously sexually avaricious. Seeing the alicorn strut into view, she squinted; it almost look like Celestia was…
“Hey! You just finished fucking him!” Dash barked, noticing the alicorn’s lightly bucking hips.
“Who said I was finished,” Celestia tutted, thrusting into Anon. Held to her waist, she saw no reason not to continue enjoying herself.
“That’s bull! Just because you’re a Princess doesn’t mean you get to keep him,” Dash growled, her temper beginning to flare. Storming over, with her rigid length swaying back and forth, she leered at the alicorn.
“Who said we couldn’t share…” Celestia mused, reaching down and grasping the man’s legs.
Though his mind was in a haze, Anon was dimly aware of being repositioned. His head rested between the Princess’ bosoms, as his legs were raised upward. With her shaft still filling his ass, he was contorted into some salacious parody of a full nelson. Holding one of his ankles in each hand, Celestia presented his stuffed hole to Dash, which could only mean one thing…
“Hell yeah!” the pegasus chirped. Cranking her member, while she guided it to his filled pucker, she prodded at his entrance. “You - Uh - sure he can handle it?” she asked, a bit skeptical about whether she could fit.
“If I wasn’t, would I have made the offer?” the alicorn countered, plunging into the man.
“Yeah, buck it,” Dash hastily mumbled. Without wasting any time, she shoved the tip of herself into his hole, adding her girth to Celestia’s own.
Pinned between the two, all Anon could do was groan incoherently. His arms hung limply to his sides, while they pistoned themselves into him. Despite the absurdity of it all, his body endured, contorting around the pair of insanely colossal dongs plunging into his colon. It was almost as if he’d been made for this, a living sex-toy to pleasure them.
“Hey, slut, how about you…” Dash began, twisting his nipples.
A whorish moan escaped the man, as he the additional stimulation threatened to shatter is sanity. Their lengths burrowed into him, causing his cum filled gut to distend and warp around them, allowing their imprints to be clearly visible. Watching his flesh wrap around them, he was captivated by the sight.
“There’s a good little bitch,” Dash snickered. She loved making stallions whimper like mares in heat, so his effeminate mewling only drove her to fuck him that much harder.
“You’re doing great, Dearest,” Celestia whispered, kissing the top of his head.
Having just unloaded in him, she was still precariously sensitive, so she knew she wasn’t going to be able to last all that much longer - not that it really mattered. Anon had proven himself to be a more than capable lover, so she was sure there would be plenty of opportunities to sate herself with him in the future.
“You gonna - Mmmph - gonna cum again?” Dash asked, looking up to the Princess.
“I’m - Mmnnn - afraid so,” Celestia croaked, feeling herself approaching her limit.
“Well then, might as well go off with a bang,” the pegasus laughed. With that, she started furiously jackhammering herself into the man, with the alicorn quickly following suit.
Utterly imobile, Anon was adrift in a sea of ecstasy. Every fiber of his being screamed with bliss, leaving his mind in a maelstrom of pleasure. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. To be so utterly dominated, giving himself to two superior creatures; it was absolutely glorious. Cum leaked from his manhood, drool hung from his chin, and sweat covered his body, yet he couldn’t be happier.
Cramming every inch of her imposing length into Anon’s hole, Dash grunted. In the blink of an eye, Celestia did the same; as the two dickmares reached their peak. Even after having unleashed plenty of jizz into the man, they still had plenty more to give. Spunk oozed and squelched from his backdoor, pattering to the tile below, while they sent wave after seething wave into him.
Though Anon had lost count of how many times he’d cum, the sudden massive influx caused a catastrophic climax to strike him. He writhed between them, squirming like a harlot. His belly, already incredibly swollen with seed, bloated further, gurgling angrily at the flood of foal batter filling him. With his higher functions all but intact, some baser function was aware of Dash pulling out.
Clamping himself around her and Celestia’s fleeing cocks, he did what he could to trap the bulk of their cream within himself, but to no avail. A small tsunami of the stuff gushed to the floor, cascading out of his gaped ass, although he was able to retain the overwhelming majority. Now freed from their tools, the two mares eased him to the floor.
“Oh dear, I think we may have broken him,” Celestia noted, kneeling beside him.
“Nah, he’s a champ. Ain’t that right?” Dash commented, clapping his shoulder.
Anon dumbly nodded, his gaze wandering between them. He was filthy, sore, and looked like he was absurdly pregnant, but the post-coitus euphoria overshadowed it all. Yeah, he’d probably be walking funny for a day or two, maybe three, but he couldn’t wait for his next opportunity to be with them.
They’d opened his eyes to a new world of experiences, having gone so far as to choose him to alleviate their urges. A determination gripped him, as he realized his new purpose. Serving the two most gorgeous mares he’d ever seen was all he’d ever wanted, even if it meant he’d have to train himself. After all, practice makes perfect; and he knew he’d be getting plenty of practice…