Shining Armor awoke to the sound of the lamentations of mares.

“The Crystal Empire has fallen! Woe betide us!” wailed Princess Cadence, who was kneeling on her hocks beside their bed.

Shining Armor sat bolt upright in bed. “What?!” That had been quick. They hadn't even been at war when he'd snuck out of a policy meeting for a power nap earlier this afternoon. He did a double-take at his wife. Her bedsheet toga ballooned out around her pregnant tummy, and she was wearing a Hearth's Warming wreath for a garland. He suspected shenanigans.

Cheerilee and Caramel were kneeling on the other side of the bed, dressed like Cadence. “Macintosh the Great has trodden our land under his sandaled hoof! We are his subjects now!” said Cheerilee, a dramatic hoof pressed to her forehead.

Caramel took Shining's hoof in his. “He has demanded the most handsome stallion in all the land as his concubine. You must yield to his wishes, or thousands of innocent ponies will perish in his ensuing wrath!”

“Ensuing? Is that really a word?” said Shining Armor, plucking his hoof out of the other stallion's grasp and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He didn't know what this nonsense was, but the very mention of the name ‘Macintosh' made his cheeks hot and his bedsheet still covering his midriff begin to rise. “Cadey, what's going on?”

“You're being offered as a sacrifice for the good of the nation,” she said, struggling to keep a straight face.

Shining put his hooves between his hind legs, trying to hide his erection. “To Macintosh?”

Cadence nodded.

Shining gulped. “You won't get mad?”

Cadence grinned. “Did I last time? I know you love me.” She glanced across the bed at Cheerilee, who blushed and looked away like a virgin bride on her wedding night. So that was how things were. His cock got a little harder.

“Very well,” Shining Armor said, deciding he could go along with this ridiculousness if it meant another taste of that massive red dick. “Then I shall give my body for the good of the ponies.”

Cadence and the others cheered, and lead him off to the royal baths, where they washed him, dried him, anointed him with scented oils until his hide shone, dressed him in a sexy nightie and…

“Why do I have to wear a sexy nightie?” said Shining Armor, scooting away from them on his haunches, his mane still up in curlers.

“You're to be the concubine of a conquering Emperor,” said Cadence, waving the extra-extra-large red and gold babydoll negligee at him. “You have to wear a sexy nightie, or he might not find you attractive!”

Shining Armor felt his heart sink. “Really?” he said, as though his heart would break.

Cadence nodded seriously. “It could ruin the whole thing.”

Shining Armor shrugged into the nightie without any further protest. “How do I look?” he asked, smoothing the fabric across his tight belly with his hooves.

Cadence kissed him on the lips. “You look amazing, honey. Now, hold still so that Caramel and Cheerilee can do your makeup.”

———

King Sombra had really liked throne rooms — almost as much as he liked stairs. Finding a disused one for private activities had not been a problem. This one was small — small for a throne room anyway — with the same blueish white crystal walls as the rest of the palace. Fountains, an unusual feature, burbled beside the steps up to the dais. On the throne, a red titan sprawled, naked except for cloth bindings wrapped around his fluffy fetlocks. A pile of armor lay next to his throne. Really excellent armor — black barding, high-quality ring mail, black steel breastplate and helmet. The horns on the helmet were an impractical decoration, of course, and the colossal bite-sword laid on top of the set was far too large for anypony to actually wield in combat, but the workponyship was… Oh, Caramel was saying something.

“…before his resplendent majesty, Macintosh the Great, emperor of all he surveys!”

Was this sort of game really appropriate for a pony of his station? He looked to his wife for direction — she was the one with a doctorate in political science, after all — but she was tongue-fencing with Cheerilee in the corner and all hope of moving forward in a rational manner was lost. He dropped to his knees and lowered his head, horn clinking on the crystal floor. “What does my lord demand?”

Macintosh the Great raised a hoof, and beckoned. Shining Armor rose, and climbed the dais with halting steps. When he reached the top, Macintosh took Shining's chin in his hoof, and turned it this way and that, examining him. Shining Armor gulped. He looked ridiculous, and he knew it. Caramel and Cheerilee had painted his lips dark purple, put blush on his cheeks, painted his eyelids and eyelashes cobalt blue, and curled his mane. He was sure they'd done a fine job, but he was a stallionly stallion, and stallionly stallions look silly in makeup.

“Do you hate it? You hate it, don't you,” whispered Shining Armor.

“Nope,” said Macintosh. And he kissed him. His massive tongue pressed against Shining's painted lips, demanding entry, and Shining yielded without hesitation. The hot slab of flesh slid roughly across his tongue and the roof of his mouth, sending tingling sparks of pleasure through his face. Shining’sknees began to shake, threatening to send him tumbling back down the stairs. Sensing his growing weakness, Macintosh scooped him up with his forelegs, and pulled them together, barrel to barrel, across the throne. There weren't a lot of ponies who could scoop Shining up in their forelegs, and he relished the sensation. He pressed against Macintosh's powerful body — the broad, muscular chest, the soft cider belly, that… oh Faust, that cock. He rocked his hips, grinding cock against cock, liking the way that massive member dwarfed his own. Not that Shining was poorly endowed — the mares he'd been with (both of them) said he was the biggest they'd ever had, and they wouldn't lie to him, would they — but Macintosh's was bigger, and that made the hairs of Shining's mane stand on end.

“I missed you,” said Shining, breaking the long kiss to whisper in Macintosh's ear.

“I missed you, too, Princess,” rumbled Macintosh.

“Ciders after?”

“Eyup.”

Then they went back to kissing, hooves roving over each other's bodies. Shining shivered as strong hooves moved down his back to cup his tight little ass. Shining did the same; Macintosh's ass was broad, and a bit soft, with massive muscles underneath the fat. They dragged each other's hips together, pushing their cocks and balls together. After several minutes of frantic thrusting, Macintosh's massive body shuddered, and he yelped. Then he was pushing Shining away. Shining looked up at him in alarm.

“Sorry, Princess. Almost came.”

Shining Armor grinned. “We don't want that yet, do we, your Majesty?”

“Nope.” Macintosh touched Shining's cock, and then his own mouth.

Shining blushed, getting the point. “I'd love that. Can we do it without breaking character, though?”

“Reckon an Emperor can do what he pleases,” said Macintosh, and slid onto his hocks on the dais.

Shining sat up and slid his rump to the edge of the throne. There was a lot of room on Sombra's throne, and the cushion was very thick and soft; more of a mattress than a seat cushion. Shining wondered what this throne room had been used for. He looked at the decorations on the arms of the throne and the statues in the fountain — all of them were of Sombra dominating teenage colts.

Well. All right then. He looked at his wife and Cheerilee off in the corner. They will still kissing, moaning into each other's mouths, with their hooves between each other's thighs. Caramel was off in the other corner reading a magazine. Poor little guy.

Macintosh kissed him on the knees. Shining looked down, and pushed the other stallion's mane out of his eyes. Macintosh smiled up at him, and began kissing along the curve of the big muscle on his right thigh until his thick red muzzle was pushed beneath the hem of Shining's nightie and under his cock. He opened his mouth, and sucked one of Shining's big, smooth blue balls into his mouth. Shining closed his eyes and leaned his head back as wet warmth closed around his ball and Macintosh's tongue began to circle it.

“Oh, Macintosh. I love you,” moaned Shining, then immediately felt embarrassed. He glanced down.

“It's okay,” rumbled Mac. “I love you too.”

Shining grinned. “No homo?”

Macintosh laughed, and put Shining's flare in his mouth. Big green eyes watched him as soft red lips slid slowly along the shaft of his cock.

“Homo,” groaned Shining, stroking Macintosh's ears with the frogs of his hooves. “Homo. Please.”

Macintosh's mouth slid down to Shining's medial ring before he started to have trouble. Shining Armor's chest swelled with pride — there, he wasn't small; even the mighty Macintosh had trouble sucking his cock. Then Macintosh opened his mouth wider and adjusted his position, and all the air left Shining's lungs in a whoosh. The big red stallion went down all the way to Shining's balls. He bobbed back and forth with quick, confident motions, his nose brushing Shining's pubic fluff. His throat was the perfect fit for Shining — big enough to take it all, tight enough to feel amazing. And the suction! No mare could suck with such power!

Mac pulled his head back to the end of Shining's cock, nostrils flaring as he sucking in air, leaving trails of thick drool glistening on Shining's cock. He worshiped the flare for a minute or two, eyes locked with Shining's then dove down again, mashing his nose against Shining's pubic bone. Shining began to buck his hips, fucking the other stallion's face, his thrusts growing more rapid uneven, a powerful tension building in his balls until…

Macintosh pressed a hoof into Shining's muscled belly, shoving him down into the cushion and pulling his mouth off of Shining's cock with a pop.

“Buh?” said Shining, as his body tumbled back from the edge of orgasm to mere extreme horniness.

“Nope. Not 'til I'm done. Bend over, whore.”

“As my Emperor commands,” whispered Shining, smoothing his nightie and turning away from Macintosh. He lay his jaw on the cushion, and stood on it with his hind hooves, ass high in the air and tail up and to one side.

“Nice presentation, Princess,” rumbled Macintosh, massaging Shining armor's rump with the frogs of his hooves.

“It's what my wife does for me,” said Shining Armor.

Macintosh didn't respond; instead he began licking, wetting down the white fur of Shining's ass. Then he moved to his balls again, licking and sucking them. He's suck one into his mouth, then pop it free soaking wet and do the same to the other. “Love these,” he mumbled.

“T-thanks,” said Shining, who was starting to drool on the throne cushion. “I'm fond… oh Faust… fond of them too.”

After a few minutes of ball worship, Macintosh slid his tongue up Shining's taint, gave his ponut a quick lick, and then moved away for a second. Shining heard the glassy clink of a jar of lube being set down, and Macintosh's massive red body rose up over him. Huge yellow hooves came down on either side of his head. A flare as thick as a foreleg probed against Shining's rosebud. A wave of fear rippled through his heart. What if he couldn't take it? What if it was too big?

That was silly. He'd done it before, he could do it again. He gritted his teeth, bore down, and readied himself to take it like a stallion.

He needn't have worried. The cock surged forward, filling him completely and straining at the ring of his asshole, but the lube — no doubt his sister's special recipe — did its job magnificently. Shining felt like Macintosh had hilted on the first thrust, but instead cock kept coming. He felt that powerful body churning above, Macintosh grunting like he was plowing an especially rocky field. Inch after inch of cock slid into Shining's body, going deeper and deeper, so much so that Shining was starting to worry if this was safe.

“You're… you're rearranging my insides,” groaned Shining, grinding his croup against Macintosh's cider belly.

“Don't be a sissy,” rumbled Mac. “I've fucked ponies half your size and they were fine. Walkin' funny for a few days after. But fine.”

“Feels like… feels like you're gonna squirt out my mouth when you come.”

Macintosh hooked his hooves over Shining's shoulders, and jammed the last few inches of his cock into Shining's body all at once. “Hope so. That'd be hot.”

Shining Armor screamed into the cushions as Macintosh's cock bottomed out inside of him. The bigger stallion shuddered, taking a few seconds to enjoy being sheathed in Shining's muscular ass, then he began to thrust. Slowly, gently, at first, sliding a few inches out of Shining's obscenely stretched ponut, then back in. But fast and faster, until his balls were slapping loudly against Shining's own. Macintosh moaned, a husky, powerful sound, loving what he was feeling. And Shining loved it too — that mammoth cock was mashing something deep inside of him; something that felt amazing. Shining thrust back as hard as he could, his ass smacking loudly against his lover's barrel. He could hear the sounds of their wives making love in a growing crescendo of moans and wet smacking noises. Pleasure began to radiate through his body, pulsing out from deep inside. His balls tightened, burning, full, ready to explode.

“Sweet holy Faust!” shouted Shining, as fire ripple through his body and his cock began to spurt, thick gooey gouts of horse cum spraying onto the cushion. Shining gritted his teeth, and clenched his ass muscles around Macintosh's cock, drawing out the sensation as long as he could. The pleasure was only heightened by the realization he was defacing something that had belonged to Sombra; though in this particular case it probably wasn't the first time it'd been defaced that way.

Above him, Macintosh's thrusting paused. He leaned down. Shining rolled his own eyes to look up at the massive muzzle hovering above him. He heard the sound of him sniffing, inhaling the scent of Shining's come. Then the great body tensed, and surged forward. His thrusting was rapid, powerful, hips slamming down, driving the red monster in Shining's guts forward until Macintosh bellowed. Shining felt the cock in him pulse, again and again, spraying into his insides, filling them until he felt like he might burst.

Then it was over. Macintosh was gently lowering him onto the sticky cushions, softening dick still buried in his ass. Macintosh was kissing him on the head and cheeks over and over. He wriggled back against that powerful red body, and turned his head to kiss him.

———

They were all tangled together on the throne — it was a tight fit, but they didn’t mind. Cadence and Cheerilee lay draped over Macintosh’s back, sipping Sweet Apple Ciders through straws, smiling down at the boys. Caramel and Shining were curled up in Macintosh’s forelegs, also nursing bottles of cider.

Macintosh had sucked Caramel’s dick after he’d finally worked his hose out of Shining’s ass. The blowjob had been interesting to watch — awkward, but interesting. The sturdy little brown hose had screamed like a filly as he’d shot his load in Macintosh’s mouth, and Macintosh had swallowed it all.

Now Caramel was cuddled up against Shining Armor’s side, now, and the feeling was making him start to get hard again. The smaller stallion’s body wasn’t anything he would have looked at before he’d gotten involved with Mac, but it never hurt to broaden one’s horizons, did it? He floated his cider and took a swig.

And Cheerilee was cute. Two mares at once — there was a fantasy he’d never dared dream would be fulfilled. He’d have to broach the topic to Cadence were carefully though, after all she might be...

“So Cheerilee and I were talking,” purred Cadence, grinning wickedly. “When you boys are ready again, how about all five of us go at once?”

Shining Armor nearly choked on his cider.