These stories were inspired by something I found on Deviant Art named “Derpy’s Lover” by RoyGBiv-MLP

Story 1 - Luna’s Champagne Supernova (Male Perspective)

It is the night of the Grand Galloping Gala and you were feeling very lucky indeed. You could sense Princess Luna’s semi-drunken gaze permeating your golden clothing as she pulls you towards her, examining you closely, her hooves running up and down your body as she assesses your worth.

It had been so dark, and so cold for so long, the touch of this filly brought a certain gentle warmth to you as she caressed you, huge eyes checking you over as she started to peel at the gold, leaving you naked before her. She obviously liked what she saw, as she began to run her hooves over you a little faster, taking your cool shaft between her lips, tugging at the head with her teeth as she begins to shake you in her anticipation.

The stimulation was too much for you, causing you to explode, spurting over the alicorn’s face and soaking her hair, making her giggle. Realising what she had done, she quickly slips her lips over the top, filling her mouth with your essense and swallowing eagerly, enjoying the delicate dry flavour, savouring the feeling of bubbles on her tongue. She closes her eyes as she repeatedly swallows, the tiny tiara on her head glinting in the square of light from the cellar door.

Soon, you find yourself spent and empty as her delicate midnight blue lips break contact with you. She places you on the ground next to others of your kin, fellow brothers who had finally fulfilled their desire to please the beautiful mare.

You watched as she selects another bottle, tearing the wrapper off and pulling the cork with her teeth.

She must have been very thirsty indeed.

When you had met him, the pegasus colt seemed so... calm, reserved, confident. He had elegantly taken you and lead you into the VIP area of the Gala, introducing you to his coworkers and fans, almost showing you off as he held you.

That was when the shock came, as he gently lay you on the ground in front of them, tenderly licking your golden brown skin, following your curves down to your delicate red clothing. Feeling this, you knew you wanted him inside you. You didn’t care about the watching guests, you needed to have him, see his snout covered in your juices, watching him savor your flavour.

Your wish is granted as he effortlessly slips his tongue into you, teasing at you, trying to be polite in front of those watching. A little of your tangy juice appears on his lips as he continues to devour and ravish you. He begins to lose himself, his pleasure escalating, eagerly swallowing anything he found between his lips, soon gently using his teeth on your skin, nipping and nibbling.

All too soon, you find yourself in ecstasy, covering your lover’s snout, still feeling his tongue inside you. You’re distracted by the yellow pegasus mare who speaks up next to him;
“Geez Soarin, can’t you eat that thing a little more politely?”

You silently hate her as he finishes, with less intensity than before, eventually leaving you alone on the floor, for a passing waiter to pick up your empty shell, depositing you in the trash.

You and your sisters had been summoned before Princess Celestia, such an honor had required you to be very neatly presented, and for one reason or another, covered in icing. You had been fetched before her by one of her personal guards, your sisters in tow, and were left on her bed as she sat grooming herself at the dressing table.

When she finished, Celestia drew her eyes over you, her magic undoing the bow that had been wrapped around you and she slipped you out of your clothing, exposing your icing covered skin. Celestia held you before her, her hair the same colours as the makeup you had been wearing, little bits of colour to make you look more attractive.

Placing you gently on the covers, Celestia quickly dashes to her door, requesting that the guards on the other side assure that she is not disturbed, before locking it and returning to you, a hungry look in her eyes. Your sisters watch as she pulled you towards her and gave you an experimental lick, your flavour sweet and enticing, obviously pleasurable on her Majesty’s palate and causing her to smile.

After glancing at her door once more, Celestia turns to you and runs her tongue around and over your generous curves, you want to squeal in delight, but find yourself unable to do so. You can feel her small yet surprisingly agile tongue run all over you, slowly working it’s way to your hole as Celestia closes her eyes to enjoy her sugar rush. She takes a nibble, the blue colour of your frosting staining her lips as she chews and swallows.

Bit by bit, Celestia finishes the doughnut, before rapidly taking the next one out of the packet. She’d been surprised when she tried one for the first time after the Gala with Twilight Sparkle and her friends, but the sugary treats were simply delicious!

Story Four - Big Mac's First Hotdog

Sat on the counter of Sugarcube Corner, you find yourself covered in sticky, sweet red ketchup. Behind you, the pink-maned and coated mare, Pinkie Pie, hums a familiar tune to herself as she cleans up the remains of her latest efforts in the kitchen.

You found yourself wondering why she had put you aside on the counter, so proud of her creation, smothered in her favourite condiment, ready for the pretty pink lips of the mare to be wrapped around you, anticipating seeing the delight in her bright blue eyes as she takes you in.

The bell above the door rings, and you see a towering and muscular draft-stallion walk into the bakery wearily, yolk around his neck pulling at his wet mane. He awkwardly runs a hoof through the blonde mess and notices you, eyeing you on the table, forest-green eyes scanning your length, assessing your girth - almost drooling out of hunger at your scent. A few seconds later, Pinkie Pie appears, throwing her forelegs around the stallion’s neck and smothering his face in kisses, making you somewhat jealous.

“Uh, Pinkie, whut’s that?” his smooth country voice asks, whilst he raises a massive hoof in your direction.

“It’s a tofu-dog!” she exclaims, trotting over to you, “Want to try some?”

“Sure.” he replies with a nod, watching her pick you up between her gentle pink lips. You adore the sensation of being in her mouth, her teeth gently gripping you without breaking your skin, tongue unable to help but lick a small amount of the ketchup from your tip. The sensation of the mare’s tiny, agile pink tongue against you is almost enough to send you over the edge in it’s self, until you notice what’s about to happen.

“So... do ah just suck on it? It looks... it looks kinda like a... well, y’know whut.”

Pinkie bounces on the spot in confirmation, making you bob up and down in her mouth, a small amount of ketchup falling from you and splattering on the floorboards.

Macintosh inches his large, wide tongue out of his mouth, and she stands on the tips of her hooves to place you on it. Immediately, the stallion slurps at you, rough tongue giving you a whole new sensation. He releases you for a moment, trying to decide whether he likes the ketchup, before ducking his head once more to Pinkie’s level and taking you into his mouth proper.

Pinkie giggles as the stallion takes most of you quite easily, a ring of ketchup un-noticeable on his similarly coloured lips. He pulls back again, allowing you to once more flop out, completely naked of the tangy tomato sauce, making the pink mare holding you laugh. In her giggles, Pinkie drops you onto the floor, covered in the mud and mess of a day at a busy bakery.
“Shoot. Ah think Ah was gettin’ the hang of that.”

“Mhmm, you were! Do you want to try another?” she asks, after excitedly licking the sauce from her lips, “I’ve got more... Upstairs, in my room...”

Macintosh tilts his head, obviously wondering why Pinkie would have more hot-dogs in her bedroom, whilst the mare bounds towards a set of stairs in the room behind the counter.

“Eeyup.” he responds finally, having thought about Pinkie’s actions, before following her, leaving you alone on the floor to be cleaned up later.