Gleaming's chest went down - and her ass went straight up.

Her tits, great melons that they were, bounced and smacked together with an audible slap. Every stallion in the room laughed at her undignified little squeak, and more than one was happy to catch an eyeful of her generous assets. One reached out and gave her right breast a squeeze. Gleaming gasped, her lips peeling back just far enough to let the whole room see how badly she was panting.

Their laughter sent shudders dancing up and down her - his spine. Shining Armor's chest heaved, his long mane matted over his neck. He bit his lip, a rosy red blush coming to his cheeks as his guards' mirth made him shiver and burn with desire. He -

No. Not he. She was Gleaming Shield now - and Gleaming Shield didn't command any guards anymore.

"Nice pair of tits y'got there, cutie," a Crystal guard sneered. Another bent over her backside, groping her from behind. She gasped - and then exhaled, muscles trembling, as his grabby fingers found their way to her thigh. "And fuck. That ass!"

That was - had been - her lieutenant, she thought. Gleaming moaned as he fingered her clit, and soon felt the weighty heft of his cock pressing between her asscheeks. Fantasies didn't often come true - not like this - but sometimes, it seemed, even her wildest lustful dreams could become real.

Her back arched, and she stifled a cry as, with a weighty smack!, the stallion behind her spanked her on the ass. Tears beaded at the corners of her eyes, and lust burned in the furnace of her core, as she felt her great rear wobble and bounce behind her. The stallions all around her roared with laughter, high-fiving and groaning as they stroked their nude cocks to hardness.

And then a stallion stepped forward. He was tall - much taller than the rest, with a musculature to go with his height, and a face handsome enough to make any hot-blooded pony blush. The candy-colored curls of "Prince Bolero's" mane wound their way around his neck as he sauntered over, bouncing atop his shoulders with every step.

That wasn't the only thing that was bouncing. Gleaming shuddered as she recalled the girth of the member grinding against her rump - but even that was nothing compared to the sixteen-inch pillar of meat swaying between Bolero's legs. Her prince smiled, then smirked, following Gleaming's eyes first to the weighty - still flaccid! - shaft laying against his thigh, then down to the hefty sacks swollen with seed.

He stopped inches in front of Gleaming's bent-over form, though still close enough that one whiff gave her a full, suffocating taste of that divine musk. Gleaming drew in a shuddering breath. Bolero smirked.

"So," he said. His voice was musical; his tone was rich, but not quite deep. He stroked his member, eyeing Gleaming's dangling tits longingly. "You're the slut we've yet to tame." He smiled, then caressed her chin with a finger. "Never fear. Prince Bolero always gets what he wants."

Gleaming shivered with barely contained arousal. Oh, gods, yes. "Bolero" wasn't a new name - not after their lengthy roleplaying sessions - but this was the first time their roles had ever been enforced so...anatomically. The absence of a stallionhood between her own legs felt strange, alien - and yet the sight of an equally thick shaft stiffening between "Bolero's" legs felt so right.

And that was without, she thought, swallowing, considering the roomful of horny guards Bolero had managed to round up...

Bolero smirked. With a flex of his hips, he flopped his flaccid cock over Gleaming's muzzle. Her eyes quickly flicked shut, just in time to hide from the wall of black stallion flesh that rolled over her face entirely.

"Have you ever smelled a real stallion?" he taunted her. "Tasted one?" He slid his cock along the length of her muzzle, and she moaned; she could smell his pre. A drop of it dripped into the space between her cleavage; she could feel it oozing down her supple titflesh, making her shiver. She could almost hear him grin. "Never fear. Because a good mare like you deserves a good, healthy meal."

Gleaming moaned as the length of Bolero's cock slid fully off her muzzle - and then let her muzzle open wide. A moment later, she nearly choked as the well-endowed stallion crammed his length down her throat. Her jaw creaked, her cheeks and gums working to take in inch after inch of the prince's fat cock.

The guards all around them laughed and catcalled her. Gleaming was proud, though - proud of how easily she was swallowing each inch of her prince's member.

(Taking the strapons, for some reason, had never been this straightforward.)

It was only when she could feel Bolero's member stretching nearly the entirety of her esophagus that she heard two of the guards behind her step forward. One took her in the cunt - the other shoved his flare into her ass. She grunted, lips puckering around the base of Bolero's shaft as the two behind her crammed their cocks into her two holes as much as they possibly could.

"That's right, slut," Bolero crooned. He began to rock his hips, bucking his weight forward on every other thrust. His massive cock slid up and down Gleaming's throat, the rhythm speeding up with her arousal. "We make sure that every hole is well-used."

He beckoned to another two stallions. Gleaming grunted and whimpered as the two stallions in the back rammed into her repeatedly, their own grunts and groans of pleasure making their fun clear. In a blink of an eye, though, she found her gaze filled on either side by a pair of looming stallionhoods, their skin jet-black and gleaming with pre.

She glanced up. Bolero smiled down expectantly. Swallowing around the cock in her mouth, and pushing her pillowy ass a bit further upward to make room for the colts pounding her from the back, she raised both hands and took a stiff, musky erection in either one.

"Good slut," Bolero cooed. He gave her a pat on the head with one hand even as he fondled and squeezed his tangerine-sized nuts with the other. "You know how to please your stallions."

The rest of them followed soon after - a crowd of stallions, jeering, grunting, moaning as they jerked themselves off in a circle around her. She did her part with all she had, stroking off the two stallions flanking her as the burning ache in her cunt was - just barely - quenched by the steady flow of precum into her pussy and ass. Her walls contracted, heaving, flexing as the two stallions behind her pounded her again and again and again.

"Good - little - cocksleeve." Bolero grunted each syllable with his teeth clenched, his hips thrusting forward as he facefucked Gleaming's full lips. "Happy - yet?"

Gleaming moaned. Oh, gods, she was. This was what she'd wanted - what she'd needed. She was owned, dominated, feminized, emasculated -

- and there were still a good fourteen, healthy, throbbing cocks around her that still hadn't cum yet.

She came. She'd never felt a female orgasm before, but as it coursed through her, she felt her spine arch, felt her every muscle flex and tremble with climax. Gleaming whimpered around the cock in her mouth as she came again and again, her nostrils flaring and tail flagging as the jeers and grunts around her intensified.

The stallion in her left hand came first - but soon, each of their orgasms hit at once. Grunting, groaning, and whinnies of peaking pleasure filled the locker room, hips jerking wildly as rope after rope of jizz flew into the air. Every one landed on or around her, striping her white coat, matting her hide, oozing down her back, her flanks, her rump, and her great, heaving tits.

She felt her womb filling up with seed as pints of cum flooded into her. She squealed, moaned, as her slick insides were buffeted by a geyser of spooge, both stallions behind her grunting together, their balls slapping against her ass as they came in unison.

Her belly was already growing taut, her fur coated every inch with cum - and then Bolero came.

It was a rush, a flood, a tsunami of seed that gushed down her throat to her stomach below. Bolero seized a hold of her mane and held her there, lips pressed against the base of his crotch, as his cock throbbed and bulged and erupted with seed. Each flex of his great member deposited a fresh load of cum in her belly, pints and pints of his hot, fertile cream. Gleaming's hands went to her middle, and she moaned around the cock in her mouth, feeling her stomach bulge and bloat and slosh as more and more seed was forced inside of it.

But Bolero wasn't done yet - far from it. With his horn shimmering with magic, he grunted, moaned out, "Every drop, slut" - and then released his spell.

His balls grew. Gleaming's hands moved from her stomach to his nutsack, shaking, groping, anxious to feel at the swelling orbs as they churned with fresh, magic-fueled seed. Cups, then pints, then what felt like quarts flooded into her belly until it was the size of a beach ball, leaving her looking ten-months pregnant and as taut as an overinflated beach ball.

Finally, though, even Bolero's climax ended. He removed his cock with a lazy jerk of his hips. Cum-stained, groaning, and leaking jizz from every orifice, a sweaty, satisfied Gleaming collapsed to the ground, completely bloated with her liquid meals.

Bolero stepped over her, grinning. "Well?" he asked, winking. "Tell me, slut dear - don't you just love being a cum bucket for these fine stallions?"

Gleaming nodded, smiling blearily.