A Gracious Host
“Ugh,” Arctic grunted, “You’ll never get away with this Daybreaker.” The white stallion struggled against his bonds but to no avail, his captors had been thorough in his bondage. Laying on a flat slab of metal the stallion was fastened down, his hands above his head, with thick leather straps over his: wrists, biceps, chest, thighs, and ankles. His wings, both snow white but with the left wing darkening along its length, were pinned behind his back by a harness which wrapped around his muscular torso. Arctic closed his eyes and focused, drawing upon his innate ability of cryokinesis, the stallion’s left hand, gauntleted by some strange contraption, began to grow cold while the odd device hummed with magical energy, negating his power.
“Hahahaha,” Daybreaker softly chucked, circling her prisoner and coming into his view, her elaborate golden armor contrasting the pure white fur beneath. ”Mmmmmm, you won’t be getting out of here so easily my new plaything. I have plans for you,” She purred while running a finger down his broad chest and over his rippling abs.
“What plans?” Arctic spat with contempt, scowling at her as she looked down at him like a cat looks at a mouse.
“You and your little band of misfits have been causing me trouble for far too long and I think it’s about time that you pay for your transgressions,” she casually replied, idly picking at a nail.
“Twilight and the resistance will best you, you monster,” the stallion coldly retorted, railing against his bonds.
“Hmhmhm I’m sure you’d like to think that but it will be awfully hard once I’ve brought my newest crop of troops to bear against them,” she cooed as her hand glided down his torso to his flaccid cock, rubbing its velvety length lovingly. “Your powers of ice magic will be sure to make my armies nigh unstoppable,” she growled, glaring at him while she fiercely gripped his cock.
“Like I’d ever help you! I’ll be damned before I’d ever do anything for you harridan,” Arctic growled through clenched teeth.
“As if you have a choice in the matter and, besides, after a few days I’m sure you’ll succumb to my hospitality,” Daybreaker continued, retrieving a small chest from under the table. Setting it beside her guest she opened it and withdrew a small vial of cerulean liquid, uncorking it she brought it to his mouth. “Drink,” she commanded.
Arctic clamped his mouth shut and tried his best to turn his head although he found himself immediately surrounded by a glowing golden aura.
“You will drink,” the armor clad mare chided. The magic of her horn flared as the stallion’s mouth was forced open by her power. The stallion writhed as she dumped the contents of the vial into his mouth, his eyes screwing shut in defiance. “Now swallow,” Daybreaker demanded, slamming his mouth shut and pinching his nostrils until she saw him consume the potion. “There now, that’s a good boy,” she purred while rubbing his face.
The stallion felt the potion burn in his throat and stomach, causing an odd warmth to spread throughout him in the process. “Wha…what was that,” he coughed, as his head began to spin and the concoction began to take effect.
“Oh, just a potent aphrodisiac, something I had one of my potion master’s whip up,” Daybreaker said as she ran her finger in little circles around Arctic’s nipple before giving it a pinch and causing him to start, “Don’t fight it darling, just relax and let it happen.” As if on cue a door at the end of the chamber opened and half a dozen guards marched in, all were mares adorned in Daybreaker’s war gear. The female guards proceeded to circle the stallion on the table, each eying him hungrily before they wordlessly began stripping themselves of their armor.
Arctic glanced from guard to guard, his thoughts becoming hazy as he watched mare after mare undress and converge upon him. The guards were beautiful, their curvy bodies having been hidden beneath their gear. “I don’t MMMPH,” his words were cut short as one of the guards clutched him by the head and jammed her tongue in his mouth, sloppily making out with him. The other guards began worshiping his body, caressing and massaging his muscular frame, kissing and nibbling his nipples. His eyes fluttered closed as his body began reacting to the sensual stimuli, his impressive cock started to swell and lengthen at the attention.
Suddenly he felt a weight upon his hips as one of the nameless guards straddled him atop the table. Reaching back she clutched his hardened cock and guided the head to her slick marehood, moaning as she pressed back, spearing herself with its girthy length. Slowly she thrust her hips backward, methodically taking more and more of his length into herself, moaning whorishly all the while.
“Once you’ve impregnated these sows I’ll allow you to rest,” Daybreaker remarked while watching the stallion receive service by her retinue, “until then I’ll take my leave. Do feel free to enjoy yourself darling, you’ll be here for a while.” With that the snow white mistress turned to make her leave, cackling as the doors slammed shut behind her.
“You gonna cum for us big boy?” one of the breeders whispered while nibbling on his ear.
“Oh yes, look how full these are,” remarked another one while kissing and fondling his weighty nuts.
“Fill me up baby, give me that thick seed and claim my womb as your own,” loudly moaned the mare while riding his cock, obscenely rubbing her clit with one hand while tweaking one of her nipples with the other.
It was all too much, Arctic wasn’t sure what was in that potion but his body wasn’t listening to him. To make matters worse he could already feel himself reaching climax, the attention of half a dozen horny mares lavishing him with attention coupled with the potent elixir was pushing him over the edge.
“He’s starting to flare,” the guard impaled on his dick groaned while picking up the pace of her bucking. “Oh my god he’s huge,” she wailed, arching her back as she came and slamming her ass down to engulf his length.
Arctic moaned into the mouth of the guard he was making out with as he started cumming, the contractions of the mare’s pussy pushing him over the edge. The white stallion’s balls contracted as they unleashed their load, launching shot after shot into the depraved recipient above. His cock rhythmically throbbing as ropes of thick cum pumped up its shaft and into the eager mare which it occupied. The mare atop him fell forward against his chest, panting and covered in sweat from her exertions.
“I’m next,” said the mare that had been working his balls, grabbing the one still impaled on his cock. “Come on, someone help me get this slut off him,” she laughed as she began to haul the cum filled guard off Arctic’s chest. The stallion’s cock popped free of the first guard’s marehood but before any of the potent baby badder could leak free her orifice was stuffed with a golden plug by one of the other guards, ensuring her insemination. “Come on big boy, I know you’ve got a few more rounds left in you,” the second guard said as she lapped the jizz and mare juices from his still turgid rod.
And so, Arctic filled each of the six mares one after another, each of them being pumped full of his virile seed before being plugged to carry around his load and ensuring their conception of a new filly or colt for Daybreaker’s army.
Day in and day out this cycle repeated for nearly a week, he was roused from his slumber, fed a vial of the potion, by force if necessary, then bred by a number of mares into the evening. The potion, he found out, not only increased his libido and sensitivity but also sustained his body. On the fifth day through the breeding treatments stopped, although he was still fed regular doses of the aphrodisiac Daybreaker had prescribed to him. Days dragged on as Arctic was left in sexual frustration since he was still forced to take the elixir. As time passed his balls swelled, starting the size of oranges they expanded to the size of large melons, filled with cum and aching to be released as his lust filled mind and body were left to crave the sexual adoration he’d become accustomed to.
On the seventh day he looked up wearily as the door opened but instead of a random guard Daybreaker herself sauntered into the room towards him. Something seemed off though as she made her way to him, her hips swaying back and forth as she approached. Her armor was missing and in its place she wore a dark flowing nightgown. It may have been his imagination but Daybreaker’s breasts seemed larger, although he couldn’t be sure.
“And how’s my favorite stud doing today?” she asked coolly, walking towards the side of the table. The stallion turned his head away from her, refusing to give her the attention she wanted. “Awwwww don’t be like that,” she whined sarcastically, “after all I’ve been preparing myself for you. Here, have a look.” Daybreaker said, popping the straps of her nightgown, allowing it to fall to the floor and revealing her voluptuous form beneath. “For the past few days I’ve been taking fertility potions regularly in anticipation of this moment, I’m sure you’ll appreciate my effort although, I must admit, the leaking has been a bit troublesome.” After she said this she cupped a breast in each hand and gave them a squeeze, causing milk to dribble and weakly squirt from her teets. The warm fluid splashed against Arctic’s face with a few drops landing on his lips, his tongue gliding forth to taste the divine product although hating himself for it. “Here darling, since you seem thirsty,” she cooed, leaning forward she brought one of her ample bosoms to his mouth.
The stallion was hesitant at first but once he felt the first warm drops of milk touch his lips and roll down his chin he couldn’t resist. Straining his neck he latched onto her tit, sucking hungrily and lapping at the sweet milk which flowed forth with his tongue. He hummed contentedly as the warm liquid flowed down his throat.
“And that’s not even the worst part,” Daybreaker continued disinterestedly. “My loins have been practically begging for a hot, thick, cock to service. It practically runs down my leg at times I’m so moist, here look,” the mare said before standing up and dislodging her tit from the still sucking stallion’s maw, running her hand between her legs Daybreaker ran her fingers through her marehood, making sure to drench them in herself thoroughly, before bringing them to Arctic’s nose. “I dare say I’m in the worst heat I’ve had in a millennia,” she purred. “Go on,” she whispered, “give it a taste.”
Arctic’s breathed in the heady musk of marehood, his tongue reaching out desperately to cleanse her fingers womanly juices which glistened upon them.
“Oh but that’s right, you said you wouldn’t ever help me, my mistake,” Daybreaker withdrew her hand before turning her back to the table, crossing her arms petulantly. “If your resolve is as strong as you say it is I’m sure this will prove no trouble for you whatsoever,” turning back around she swung a lever on the side of the table, causing it to jolt from a horizontal to vertical position.
The stallion, now virtually standing but still transfixed upon the table, watched as Daybreaker circled to face him. His stallionhood was already erect from the days of neglect and persistent influx of aphrodisiacs he’d been forced to consume and now he was face to face with with possibly the most devious and sensual mare in all the land. Arctic’s swollen balls hung from his loins, filled to the brim with pent up seed yearning to be released.
“Such a healthy stud,” Daybreaker remarked as she hefted his cock in her hands, admiring the vascular and hefty organ as she caressed it tenderly. “And you seem so pent up too,” she continued, running her hand along his prodigious fuzzy ballsack. “Surely your willpower is unbreakable, and here I was thinking I could woo you to my side,” she sulked as she turned her back to him again, exposing her deliciously filled out posterior. “If only you’d chosen to serve me,” she whispered, taking a step backward and pressing her bare ass against his cock, sandwiched between her pillowey buns. “I’d have made you my personal stud, you could fill me to your heart’s content every morning, noon and night,” she murmured as she ran her ass up and down his shaft, feeling it grind against her. “Why, you could have claimed me here and now if you had but swore fealty to me,” she hummed as she bent over and leaned forward a bit, allowing his dick to slip between her legs and rub against her marehood, coating it in her juices.
Arctic’s breath grew ragid, his mind clouded by lust and the prospect of breeding the most powerful mare in all of Equestria. “Please,” he whispered.
“What’s that,” Daybreaker cocked her head and brought a hand to her ear, “I didn’t quite hear you.”
“Please,” Arctic repeated, a bit louder this time, “I submit, you are indomitable and beautiful beyond reproach.”
“Hmmmmm, good boy,” Daybreaker purred devilishly. Reaching down she guided him to her entrance and backed herself onto him, burying his length in the warm confines of her succulent marehood. Slowly she started pumping her ass forward and backward, enjoying the exquisite sensation of his girth as it filled her entirely. Her breasts swung pendulously in time with the rhythm of her fucking while milk fitfully squirting forth from her nipples and spattering the floor below.
Arctic wasn’t sure if he was in heaven or hell, the sight of the demigod’s ass impaling itself upon his cock over and over again was breathtaking. Her throaty moans as she rubbed herself while servicing him and the divine warmth of her loins were beyond description, his eyes rolled back in bliss as his nemesis worked herself on his pole . He could feel his balls churning, his shaft already pumping precum into the demonic white mare in preparation for the release of his seed. As he felt his orgasm building Daybreaker stopped and his eyes shot open at a profound pressure which had built around the base of his cock. Looking down he noticed his member was surrounded by a searing orange aura as Daybreaker looked at him through heavily lidded eyes.
“Such a pity,” she tutted and snapped her fingers causing Arctic’s restraints to dissolve and break under the magical force, “You could have been a king, my king, but I guess you’re free to go.” With that she began to withdraw his throbbing cock from her warm tight cunt at a glacial pace, her sopping wet sex clinging to ever inch as it slid out of her.
Something snapped in Arctic’s mind, perhaps he had been a fool to deny a mare as powerful and beautiful as her. Surely Equestria would prosper under her iron hoof and with him at her side they would be unstoppable. Taking a step forward he silently placed a hand on her shoulder.
“What? Something to say before you leave?” she asked wryly, looking back at him with feigned innocence.
“My queen,” he muttered as he placed his other hand around her hip. With a brutal thrust he speared himself fully into her from behind, causing a throaty moan to escape her lips as she threw her head back in pleasure. Ferociously he began jackhammering her marehood, his cock swelling and growing in size as he submitted to his mistress.
“Yes, YES!” she groaned as she wrapped one hand back and around his head while furiously rubbing her clit with the other. “Fill me! Breed me and make the most powerful foal this land has ever seen!” she screamed.
The magic surrounding Arctic’s cock disappeared and he felt himself rocketing towards climax. His stallionhood flared locking itself deep inside her as it pressed against her womb, violently bludgeoning her inner entrance as he came. Liters of jizz poured into her causing her belly to swell and distend obscenely as her uterus was packed filled beyond its limit with his hot cum. Daybreaker’s eyes rolled to the back of her head in orgasmic bliss as her body was wracked by a powerful orgasm, her legs shook and drool ran down her chin as her body accepted the virile seed dumped into her fertile marehood. Arctic panted through gritted teeth and sweat beaded on his brow as he continued to ejaculate into her, sticky globs of cum squirted and oozed from the mare beneath him, pooling on the floor below.
“Mmmmmm,” Daybreaker hummed, caressing the stallion’s face as it rested on her shoulder, “You truly are one of a kind and I’m sure you’ll serve your queen well, won’t you?”
“Yes..yes my queen,” Arctic wheezed as his climax concluded.