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This was a bad idea. Such a bad idea.

"Don't worry Hazel, it's going to be great, you'll see." A young pegasus mare tried to encourage her gloomy companion. Her lavender fur sparkled in the vibrant rays of the morning sun as they walked through town, reflecting her cheery disposition.

Her coltfriend, a rather slender earth pony with somewhat feminine body proportions, didn't seem as happy. His handsome face was partially hidden by rich brown locks. A reserved posture and shifting gaze signaled a substantial lack of confidence in their venture. Even his tangerine coat seemed to become a shade darker when he frowned. "Do we really need to consult a religious organization for this? I doubt that they will be of any help."

"Oh come on, again with this. You know that the Cult has Celestia's approval. Don't you trust our Princess?"

"Of course I trust her, but... but that doesn't mean I'm comfortable with it." Since the announcement of the revival of Virility and Fertility Cults several weeks ago the whole kingdom was in a state of chaos. The Princess promised that it will resolve the problem of lowering birthrates, allow ponies to be freer in their relationships and offer help in dealing with intimate issues. That's why Hazel's marefriend, a young perky pegasus by the name of Rosy Cheeks was one of the first to make an appointment with the members of the organization to try to get help with their... problem.

"You know, I'm not perfectly comfortable either, but that doesn't mean that we should just let this one-in-a-million chance slip by. We are going to get a personal audience with the High Priest himself! If he can't help us, I don't know who else will be able to," Rosy replied. Not much was known to Hazel about this newly appointed High Priest. Or to anybody else it seemed. His name was Silver Harvest and most that could be said about him was that he appeared to be a quiet young stallion that was previously Celestia's... student or something. Hazel wasn't sure what made him special enough to earn such a high position so early in his life. But there certainly must've been something distinctive about him.

"I guess we can try at least, not like it's going to get any worse." Hazel looked to be talking more to himself than to his marefriend.

"That's all I ask for, honey."

They continued going through the town, focused on their destination. The new Cult temple loomed in front. It took only a few weeks for the royal workers to repurpose one of the old churches into a major Virility Cult sanctuary. They sure could work fast when doing Celestia's personal bidding. As the pair approached closer, Hazel saw various suggestive images painted on the building's walls. One of them contained a depiction of what seemed like a behind view of a stallion mounting a mare. No private parts were drawn, of course, so one couldn't be certain, but the sight of strong male hindlegs planted wide apart and braced behind a closer positioned dainty pair of bent feminine legs certainly made a rather evocative impression.

As if to cement the obscenity further, a pair of huge banners hung on both sides of an entrance door. They were meant to represent virility and fertility, Hazel knew. The left one displayed a rather obvious depiction of stallion's genitals even if the artist tried to present it as just a cylindrical stone monument with round boulders lying beside it. That was indecent enough. But the right one... Hazel felt like he was committing blasphemy just by looking at it. The banner was brandishing a rather sacrilegious rendition of Celestia's cutie mark: the sun in the center was stylized to resemble an egg cell, and the outgoing rays of light looked much more like sperm trying to penetrate it.

That picture reminded Hazel of the very problem that he and his fiancee came here to resolve. For a year already they were unsuccessfully trying to conceive. Hazel wanted to become a father so much, to hold a little filly or colt in his hooves and sing his child sweet lullabies. But fate wasn't kind to him. According to the medical examination he had undergone after months of fruitless attempts to knock up Rosy, he was almost sterile. An extremely low sperm count of his semen made it very unlikely that any one of his ejaculations would cause pregnancy. They tried almost daily anyway but had met no success as of yet.

So when the announcement of the revival of Virility Cult came about, Rosy was overcome with excitement, hoping that it would be able to solve their issue. And like a good little colt, Hazel agreed, though reluctantly, to go with her on a session. And now he and his marefriend were entering the very den of debauchery he was so anxious about as they passed through the large wooden double doors in the middle of the building.

As soon as they crossed the entrance into the temple, Hazel immediately knew that this was going to be just as bad as he imagined it. If the pictures outside seemed suggestive enough already, the ones inside were downright pornographic. Depiction's of large veiny stallionhoods lined up the walls. Some of them were flaccid, others were quite erect and even drooling blobs of cloudy liquid. Pretty mares were drawn sucking on some of the meaty shafts, saliva coating the objects of their worship prodigiously. There was one common thread between all the images that Hazel couldn't avoid noticing. All the pictured stallionhoods were huge. Massive even. They taunted poor Hazel, who could only pride himself on sporting a slightly-below-average-sized penis.

No, Hazel wasn't jealous. He was perfectly happy with what he had. For sure. And anyway, his cute face and wide hips with a large round butt quite made up for it. Yes, those weren't the most masculine of features but he knew that many mares liked that kind of thing. As did many stallions. Not like he cared about that part, of course. He wasn't interested in stallions. And no, the fact that he was glancing at those mouth-watering stallionhoods much more often than his marefriend as they walked through the halls didn't mean anything. He was just astonished by... by the obscenity of it all. He certainly wasn't getting hard from looking at them either. No way he would get an erection from the sight of another stallion's dick.

The pair passed several temple workers on the way and asked them for directions to the High Priest. Hazel had heard certain rumors about the cult priests... he absolutely had to check if those were true. And so with the care of prey in a predator's lair he tried to sneakily bend down near each stallion they passed by to look under their bodies. And yep, just like he suspected, he could see their hefty flaccid shafts hanging there ominously, accompanied by sets of sizable orbs jiggling underneath. He regretted his curiosity immediately, but even then he couldn't stop himself from continuing trying to check out the stallions' goods. This was even worse than the images scattered around the building. At least those were just drawings, so he could excuse the size of the depicted male genitalia as a bit of wishful fantasy on the part of artists. But this was the real deal, the massive cocks on stallions they walked by dwarfed his modest pecker, beating his self-confidence into the dirt. Hazel felt emasculated just by being near them.

"Rosy, do you think this place might be a bit too... over the top with all the sexual stuff?" Hazel said unsurely. Up to this point, they seemed to have an unspoken agreement no to bring up the elephant in the room.

"Well, Celestia did say that we shouldn't shy away from what is natural..." Despite her words, Rosy didn't look particularly sure herself. Nevertheless, she tried to put on a veneer of confidence to calm her coltfriend.

"It's one thing not to shy away from it, but why display it so brazenly?" Hazel wasn't convinced at all.

"Where else would it be displayed if not in the halls of the virility cult?"

"Maybe nowhere? Does it really need to be displayed? What's the point in lining up walls with pictures of huge drooling cocks?" Hazel might've said the last part a bit too enthusiastically.

"So that's what it is." Rosy gave him a coy smile.

"What do you mean?"

"You are jealous." Her grin grew bigger.

"Am not. Why would I be jealous of some big dicks? There's more to a stallion than that, you know. I'm completely comfortable with myself." He certainly wasn't 'completely comfortable'. But there was no reason to show it to his marefriend.

"Oh, don't worry. You know how much I love your cutesy-wootsy peeny." Dear Celestia! Why would she say it like that? That's so demeaning. Poor Hazel. Just don't look at those horrible pictures around you while she is belittling your prick.

Oh no, he was looking at them. Looking at images of enormous oozing cocks taunting him with their virility while his marefriend was degrading his undersized appendage. And to make it even worse he felt his shaft twitch at that.

He needed this whole thing to be over as soon as possible so that he can leave and forget all that happened here. Luckily the High Priest's quarters were right ahead. They were so near their final destination. No way it could get any worse at this point.

But it did.

As the pair entered the room they were greeted with the sight of the High Priest himself facing them, seating on a chair with his legs splayed out. Despite holding such a grand title, he was quite a young handsome colt. His grey fur was partially covered by a light priest's robe. Slightly disheveled white hair flowed down from his head unrestricted by any typical religious headwear. His reassuring friendly smile should've calmed down Hazel's rapidly beating heart.

But there was one important detail about his appearance that Hazel just couldn't tear his eyes from. It seemed like he won't need to wonder anymore how such a young stallion became the High Priest. The answer was right before him, in the image of the biggest and most obscene horsecock he had ever seen. Powerful veins lined up its sides while its succulent spongy head was aimed like a weapon right at the visitors. Now that was a tool meant to break pretty mares and force obedience and fear from little sissy stallions. And Hazel was afraid. A pair of full plump balls hung heavily underneath, no doubt full of virile seed aching to be pumped into some needy hole. This colt surely had no problems with infertility: it seemed like merely being in the same room with him might get a mare pregnant.

At least that mighty worship-demanding shaft wasn't hard yet. But even in a flaccid state, the sight of it was enough to make Hazel's legs weak.

"You must be Hazel Clout and Rosy Cheeks." The sound of the stallion's voice woke Hazel up from his daze. Only now he noticed that he was staring at the other colt's privates way too intently and for way too long. Even his marefriend had enough willpower to look the stallion in the eyes.

"Yes, we have an appointment about the problem with... trying to conceive." Rosy replied to the Priest. Hazel was happy that she answered first because he wasn't sure that he would be able to produce any coherent speech at the moment.

"Ah, the curse of infertility. A terrible plague on our lands." There was a bit of a tremble in the stallion's voice, as if he wasn't yet fully comfortable with his new position and the role he had to play. But he made a good effort to sound authoritative. Though, with that gigantic cock hanging threateningly in front of him, Hazel would, no doubt, follow colt's any command, even if it was said in the softest tone.

"We hoped you could offer us some help, si-... hmm... how should we refer to you, sir?" Rosy was looking at the priest with doe eyes while notes of reverence crept into her speech.

"You can just call me Silver. No need for formalities. Our whole organization is all about being comfortable with who you are, so we don't bother too much with faux pomposity." And there was definitely nothing faux about his huge sissy-bending dick either. The dick that Hazel still couldn't stop glancing at.

"That's good to know. So what about the..."

"Yes, there is something we can do about your problem. Childlessness is one of the reasons our order was reestablished in the first place, so that's something we take very seriously."

A glimmer of hope shined in Rosy's eyes upon hearing Silver's words. "Thank you, thank you. What do we need to do?"

"According to the information that you have submitted it seems like your stallion has a problem with the potency of his sperm. We will perform a special ritual during which I will prepare you for coitus and share some of my virility with your coltfriend. That should restore his male power temporarily and allow the process of conception to proceed smoothly."

"Is it going to work? Is it certain?" Rosy was desperate to hear a positive answer.

"Of course. It works very well. But we might need to do it several times if it doesn't work at first." Oh no. There was no way Hazel could take going through this a second time.

"And what does this ritual entail exactly, do we have to do some preparation? Like lighting the candles or something?" Rosy was completely in it. It was obvious she was ready to do whatever will be necessary. But Hazel wasn't sure if he could say the same about himself. If Silver ordered it though, the meek stallion wouldn't have any choice but to obey.

"Oh, nothing like that. We don't need to do any of that spiritual mumbo-jumbo. It's going to be much more physical and real. But you will have to actively participate. And I do need to warn you, it can be quite exhausting, and possibly a bit strange for some. But as long as you follow my instructions, everything will go swimmingly."

"We will do everything you say, right honey?" Rosy turned to look at her coltfriend. Hazel was mortified, his eyes shifting erratically between Silver and his marefriend. He didn't want to agree, but there was no way he would let Rosy down.

"Yes... you can rely on our full... cooperation." His weak voice reverberated through the room, cementing his submission.

"That's great! Shall we begin?" Silver sounded enthusiastic. It seemed to Hazel that he even saw the stallion's member twitch.

Probably just a figment of my imagination. And why am I looking at his cock anyway?

"Yes, we are ready. What do we need to do?" Rosy certainly shared Silver's enthusiasm. The same couldn't be said about Hazel, who has been steadily backing away, and at this point it appeared like he was trying to hide behind his marefriend.

"First you will have to prepare the tool you will be working with." Silver spread his legs further apart, clearly accentuating his stallionhood. Did he really mean...

"Already on it." Rosy moved forward confidently. After making several steps she turned back to Hazel, who was standing frozen in place, incapable of processing what was happening. "Come on, sweetie, we have to do it together -" she turned her head to Silver, "- don't we, sir?"

"Yes, this is a team effort. No one should be slacking off."

"Of course, I'm coming. I was just..." Hazel slowly moved forward. His legs felt weak and unsteady. But step by step, he came closer to the source of both his fear and fascination. He was so focused on it he didn't even bother finishing his excuse.

Together with his marefriend they closed in on that beast of a cock, moving to its sides. A strong pungent smell hit Hazel's nose. The powerful musk of another male was washing over him. Despite his apprehension, the poor colt could do nothing except continue to inhale more of that filthy air. And he had to move even closer.

"Get it nice and wet. Coat it with your saliva. It has to be properly lubricated before we begin." Silver tried to keep his tone calm and serious. But small bits of his rising excitement still found their way into his speech. He wasn't used to this kind of power yet.

Rosy followed his command eagerly, bringing her mouth closer to Silver's shaft and giving it a slow lick. Meanwhile, Hazel's mind was totally flattened; fully enveloped in the potent acrid stench emanating from the other stallion's dick, he found himself lacking any will to resist further submission. He moved his head even closer, putting his soft lips on the colt's dick and sampling its salty flavor.

He could feel strong rhythmic throbs go through the stallionhood. And with each one it expanded a bit, growing bigger and bigger right before his eyes. There was so much power within that thing. Power to subjugate the minds and bodies of feeble stallions and their mares.

Hazel and Rosy started sliding their cute faces across Silver's shaft, enraptured by its taste and smell and the feel of steady pulses within it. Hazel moved in unison with his marefriend, staring in her eyes all the while. Her puffy lips, the lips that she used to kiss him, were now servicing another stallion's dick. Her nimble tongue was licking the taut skin, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. And Hazel himself was doing the same thing: bringing another colt pleasure that he himself was currently denied. Shamefully he noticed that his own dick was growing hard anyway.

A gentle hoof touched Hazel's head, brushing his brown locks. Silver was petting him now, softly massaging his scalp while Hazel was running his lips over a superior male's cock. Cock that was fully erect now, taunting the subservient stallion with its girth.

"Good boy~. Now lick my balls."

With his target set before him, Hazel lowered his head, bringing it down to Silver's musky balls. They were huge: the stallion's nutsack must've been half the size of Hazel's head. As he put his lips on it, Hazel could feel an unthinkable volume of semen sloshing inside, waiting to be released in some lucky mare. Or in a stallion.

Silver placed a hoof on Hazel's head again, only now he was much more demanding, pushing his face with force into the crotch, dragging him across the sweaty sack and making sure that he was completely covered in the colt's pheromones. The smell was so strong here that Hazel felt like his nostrils were burning from being subjected to so much foul air.

Hazel heard the sounds of slurping above him. Then something wet touched his hair. He glanced up to see Rosy sucking on the head of the dick hanging above him. A thick strand of slime was dangling from the place where her lips connected with Silver's shaft. After a moment it fell down, lying across Hazel's face. He could feel the nasty liquid sticking to his nose and cheeks. And there was more of it coming his way.

Hazel decided to focus on his task, slurping on the orbs in front of him, trying to ignore the revolting sludge falling on him. But it wasn't working. He couldn't stop thinking about the repulsive mix of his marefriend's saliva and Silver's copiously leaking precum that was steadily dripping on his face and hair. As time went by, Hazel got covered with more and more nauseating contents of another stallion's ballsack. The ballsack that he also had to continue pleasuring, as if thanking it for dousing him with its disgusting slime.

Hazel could hear gagging and spitting coming from above: his marefriend was gurgling while trying to deepthroat that huge grey dick. The sounds were filled with so much desperation that Hazel's heart screamed for him to help her, to comfort her. There wasn't much he could do though, with his own duty demanding his full attention. Despite that, he moved his foreleg back a bit, touching Rosie's hoof with his own and started to caress it. This small contact brought them both some relief, even if it didn't change their precarious situation.

Hazel's brown hair was now stuck in clumps, glistening with gloop that soaked it through. He felt like his whole being was submerged into Silver's vile fluid. His eyes burned and he could barely breathe. With each inhale, the sickening filth that covered his face threatened to get deeper inside his nose.

"Great job~. Let my essence seep into your body. It's good for you~." Silver's encouraging words didn't make it any easier for Hazel to endure this torture. How could it be 'good for him' to let another stallion use his head as a nasty gunk-cleaning rag? He had to continue pondering on that question while ever more dick-spit glazed his face.

As Hazel was starting to feel like he was going to suffocate in Silver's drool-diluted pre, a new command from the other stallion signaled some relief.

"That's enough lubrication for now. Well done, both of you. Such nice little troopers you are." Silver gestured them to move back and got up from the chair. "Now's the time for the next stage. Rosy, can you lie down on your back. Over there, I have a mat prepared for you."

Her face was covered by Silver's precum almost as much as Hazel's. Tears were running down her cheeks from the strain: she seemed to really push herself to take as much of that shaft inside her throat as possible. But despite that, she seemed happy, full of energy and desire to continue the 'ritual'. She quickly strode to the soft floor covering, lying on it and spreading out her limbs invitingly. Hazel wanted so much to climb on top of her, but he knew that this invitation wasn't meant for him.

Silver took his priest robe off and moved to the mare. Hazel watched with morbid fascination as that huge dick was placed on his marefriend's abdomen. Lying on top of her body it demonstrated quite clearly how deep it will go once it's inside. Silver started thrusting his hips, sawing himself on her labia, spreading her pussy lips apart with his shaft.

"Hazel, be a good colt and lick my ass" - Silver shook his rear enticingly - "while I fuck your marefriend."

Was Hazel really going to do it? Yes, he was. He was too committed to stop now. He crept slowly to the pair, eyes focused on the other stallion's butt. With each thrust his large ballsack swung gently underneath, hitting Rosy's behind. Hazel opened his mouth, extending his tongue, and started gingerly lapping at the grey backside of the stallion that was about to ruin his sweet mare.

Silver pushed his hips back, smooshing Hazel's head with his rump in the process, and positioned the head of his shaft against Rosy's entrance, teasing it with slow rubs and preparing to plunge inside.

This stallion is about to stretch out my marefriend's tender cunny with his ridiculously-sized dick. Will she even be able to feel me afterwards?

Oh, don't worry, Hazel, she will be. Vaginas are quite elastic, you know. But will she be able to enjoy your undersized prick as much? Who knows? Probably not, though. At least you know where to come if you want to see your fiancee satisfied again.

A sharp inhale followed by a high moan resonated through the room as Silver started pushing his cock in. Hazel continued moistening the colt's ass-fur with his tongue, leaving damp lines behind with each lick. He could feel the powerful rear muscles tense with each shove.

Hazel's face was still glazed over with the remnants of that waterfall of gunk he was subjected to earlier. But at least he was getting used to it at this point. Unfortunately, what he wasn't yet used to, was the muggy feel and stink of Silver's butt-sweat that assaulted him, adding onto the already familiar smell of another colt's privates.

Hazel couldn't shake away the thoughts about the humiliation of tasting Silver's ass while he was pushing ever deeper inside his marefriend. What was even the point of all of this? Was this actually the ritual, or just someone's perverted fantasy made a reality? Maybe both?

At least Rosy seemed to enjoy it. Hazel pushed his head back for a moment trying to get a look at his marefriend's face.

They were kissing... Silver was kissing the love of Hazel's life, stifling her moans with his mouth, pushing his tongue inside her, just as he pushed in with his stallionhood. And she was reciprocating his advances, suckling on his tongue and offering hers in return.

Hazel didn't need to see this. He should just go back to his task. Back to... to licking the colt's behind. There were still some dry places left that he had to properly clean with his mouth.

Half of that huge shaft was inside Rosy now and Silver decided to start thrusting a bit. Unfortunately, Hazel couldn't get used to his erratic movements. So each time the stallion pushed back with his hips, Hazel got a nice intimate feel of Silver's butt with his face. The dominant stallion even appeared to enjoy bumping Hazel with his tush, subjecting the poor colt to direct evidence of the sexual act that he was missing out on.

"You are doing an excellent job out there, Hazel. Your face feels really nice on my ass. Maybe I should use you as my seat someday? It's a great honor to serve as the High Priest's cushion, you know. Wouldn't you love that~?."

Only a pathetic whimper escaped Hazel's lips in response. He couldn't imagine himself suffering through this torture for a whole day. Or rather, he didn't want to imagine it. Lying for hours under a sweating rear of another stallion, letting his salty wetness seep into your skin. While all air that you breathe is fouled by the stench emanating from his behind. Damn it, he was imagining it, wasn't he?

"Don't forget to lick my pucker too, and inside it as well~." Silver continued. "Don't worry, it's clean. Well, clean enough, hehe."

This was exactly what Hazel feared. He hoped that he wouldn't be forced to familiarize himself with the insides of Silver's asshole. But there was no avoiding it now. At least he could delay it by first slurping on the stallion's taint for a bit. That should satisfy him temporarily. In Hazel's mind that seemed like an amazing plan: all he needed to do to get a few more moments away from Silver's butthole was to wallow in the strong masculine taste and smell that he was already mostly accustomed to. Definitely not humiliating at all!

Silver's thrusts were getting more measured since he pushed most of the way inside Rosy's cunt. His hindlegs tensed rhythmically, driving him in and out of her. This predictability could've provided a small solace to Hazel, allowing him to avoid being bullied by the other stallion's behind. But at this point, Hazel was getting too exhausted both mentally and physically to resist. He decided to just recline his head on those comfy grey globes, letting himself be pushed around by their movements, while he sucked on and licked the other stallion's taint.

He couldn't do it for long, though. Very quickly Silver's taint was fully soaked in Hazel's spit, and there was no more opportunity to delay. As such the colt was preparing himself for the next uncomfortable step. Hazel gathered his strength and reluctantly touched the rim of Silver's pucker with his tongue. This wasn't so bad, he mused. If you didn't count how degrading it was. Hazel started licking edges of the hole in circles, collecting all the accumulated moisture on it and mixing it with his saliva.

He could still hear the soft moans of his marefriend as she was steadily fucked by that monstrous cock. It was much bigger than anything she'd taken before; several times bigger than what Hazel was packing, that's for certain. Silver could've penetrated her with a flaccid dick and it still would've stretched her out more than her coltfriend ever did. That's why her coltfriend had another task to perform now.

Hazel put his lips fully on the dark pucker, kissing it softly and bracing himself before he would push inside with his tongue. Silver didn't lie, it was fairly clean. As clean as someone's asshole can be, at any rate. Hazel still felt that this was the filthiest thing he had ever done. The rim had a skin-like taste, which was quite different from the fuzzy feel of butt-fur he was forced to savor before. But it wasn't particularly bad. Yet the psychological effects of slurping out the asshole of a stallion that was railing your marefriend could not be overstated.

Hazel started pressing his tongue inside, overcoming the tight pucker's resistance. And as a reward for crossing that nasty barrier, he got to enjoy the gentle pressure of Silver's anal ring on his outstretched tongue as well as a delightfully foul taste of insides of another stallion's anus.

Could be worse.

Yes, it could be, Hazel. You could be enjoying this humiliation. Wait, is that your boner sticking out? Oh my, you are enjoying it.

No, I'm not. I'm only hard because of Rosy.

Keep telling that to yourself, Hazel. You won't be able to run from the truth forever.

Shut the hell up. When did my inner voice become so gay?

Since you started suckling on another colt's asshole. That kind of stuff tends to bring out your inner demons. Particularly the gay ones.

I'm not even going to listen to you.

That's right. Don't listen to me. Focus instead on swirling your tongue around inside of that colt's butthole. Do you like the taste?

I'm not listening.

And he does have a nice ass for a stallion, doesn't he? So big and firm. Feels good to touch it, right? Especially with your face.

My ass is bigger...

Oh shit, no no, I'm not thinking about it.

Ho-ho, are you sure you want to continue with this line of thought, Hazel? You are about to open a Pandora's Box.

No, no! Abort! Focus on something else... No, not on his ass damn it.

Maybe you would like it much more if instead of fucking your marefriend this stallion was smashing your own rear with his huge dick?

I don't want that oversized meatpole anywhere near my behind!

Of course you don't want it near. That would just be teasing you. You want it inside. Can you imagine what that would feel like? Those toys that you and Rosy have experimented with have got nothing on this thing.

I'm done with this. I'll focus on something different. On Rosy. Yes, I'll focus on her moans.

Her sweet, sweet moans. Music to his ears.

They do seem a bit too deep though. A bit too... masculine. Hold up...

Silver's rich moans resounded through the room. His mouth hung open, tongue lolling outside from pleasure. The spit was falling from it onto Rosy's face. She didn't seem to mind though, trying to catch it with her maw. Silver was panting hard onto her too. The dual stimulation was really getting him off. The feeling of that tight pussy - and every pussy was tight for someone of his size - squeezing his cock, combined with another colt obediently exploring Silver's anal tunnel with his tongue, were bringing him a perverse gratification of immense intensity. Knowing that these adorable cuties were a loving couple as well made it even better. He wouldn't be able to last for much longer like this, but there was one more thing he needed to do. He composed himself quickly.

"Rosy, sorry to bother you, but I feel like your dear coltfriend is getting a bit tired. Maybe we should change things up a bit so he can lie down and enjoy the view better?" Silver asked softly. Hazel's ears picked up the question, but with his tongue still burdened with the very important task of massaging Silver's prostate, there was no way for him to intrude on the conversation. Not like he would dare to, anyway.

"Mhmm, watcha want me to do, sweety?"

Sweety? Come on Rosy, all this colt did was park his dick inside of you and you are already swooning over him? I know, it's a pretty amazing dick, but still.

"Roll over on your stomach and stand up. I'm gonna mount you from behind." Silver pushed his hips back, taking his shaft out. His butt rudely shoved Hazel's head, who seemed to have gotten a bit too comfortable reclining on it.

Rosy looked longingly at the cock as it was taken out of her. Once she was able to move, she shifted leisurely, following Silver's command, turning around, standing up and pushing her rump out seductively. She even wiggled her hips a little as if inviting the stallion to return.

"Hazel, you can stop making out with my butthole. Just lie down on your back between Rosy's legs and relax." That seemed awfully kind.There has to be a catch here, Hazel reasoned. But there was nothing else for him to do but follow Silver's directions, however suspicious he might be.

The floor was actually fairly soft, no wonder Rosy took her sweet time getting up. Hazel climbed under her, his stiff dick swinging about as he shimmied beneath her. Once he was at about the level of her stomach, he felt Silver's hooves pin his hindlegs down, stopping him.

"That's far enough. You do want to be able to see your marefriend's pussy, don't you?" You mean to see her pussy get fucked by your gigantic cock? No, Hazel didn't want to see that.

Okay, maybe he did, but only a little. And only because he was curious about what that would look like.

His curiosity was fully sated as Silver's large grey shaft started pushing into his lover, stretching her labia with its fat head. As it pushed further, Hazel could see a pronounced outline advance across Rosy's lower belly. For some reason, he wanted to touch it; to feel it, so he could know that it was really there.

As Silver continued shoving his dick further, Hazel hesitantly brought his hoof up to that mesmerizing protrusion and tapped it. It was firm and definitely very real. He pressed stronger with his hoof, feeling the shaft inside slide across for a moment. But it seemed like Silver hit the end now, he couldn't push any further in. Most of his cock was happily within the warm confines of Rosy's cunt, but a small part remained outside, forever precluded from entering by those pesky particularities of pony biology. Those selfish mares' bodies with their need to have lungs and stomachs and other internal organs. Isn't giving big stallionhoods a cozy place to rest and drool their fluids more important than whatever those things are doing?

That's why big-dicked colts like Silver needed a whole host of obedient cockwarmers that would make sure that every part of their large members is properly taken care of. Unfortunately, Hazel couldn't help him much with that right now. The only thing he could do was to massage Silver's shaft through his marefriend's skin, hoping to make up for the lack of attention to the base of the stallion's dick.

And maybe he could even use his second hoof to pleasure himself too... But it's not like he was getting off to the sight of his fiancee getting ravaged by a much better stallion. Well, maybe that was exactly what he was doing, but what's wrong with that? It's like watching porn... With your marefriend starring in it.

Damn, his dick really was painfully hard. Hazel stroked it slowly, while his eyes were focused on the hypnotizing sight of Silver's cock thrusting into Rosy's body. Those steady, rhythmic movements magnetized his gaze, further accentuated by the feel of Silver's thick shaft sliding across his hoof through his marefriend's tummy.

The mixed lubricating fluid of the two fucking ponies was dripping on Hazel's flat stomach, creating a small glistening pool on his tangerine fur. He dipped a hoof inside and then smeared the sticky liquid over his own dick. Can't blame him, it turns out having another colt fuck your marefriend gives you a good source of free lubrication. One shouldn't waste an opportunity to collect such precious stuff. With his member properly glazed over by - mostly - another stallion's precum with a few more trips of his hoof, Hazel redoubled his masturbatory efforts. His forehoof glided much smoother across his shaft now, providing better stimulation to his sensitive skin. He should thank Silver for the generous contribution of his dick-slime to the cause. And Rosy too.

She was moaning audibly all this time, by the way. Hazel tried to look at her face, but all he could see from his position was her chin and a small bit of her lolling tongue.

Hazel suddenly noticed Silver's movements getting more erratic and twitchy. Deep long thrust progressively turned into needy jerks. He knew what that meant. But where will he cum? Inside of her?

Suddenly a wave of realization hit Hazel. It couldn't be... Was this how Silver planned on solving their foal problem? No way! He wouldn't dare, right?

A loud masculine groan echoed through the room. Hazel could see Silver's ballsack tighten before a wave of gunk traveled up his shaft right into the welcoming embrace of Rosy's fertile womb. The cuckolded stallion watched with morbid fascination as his marefriend got packed full of another stallion's potent cum. A never-ending stream of filthy adulterous fluid flowed into her.

And there was certainly much more of it coming in than Rosy's thoroughly stretched tunnel could hold. White liquid spurted out from around Silver's dick, falling down onto the colt lying beneath. Thick lumps of sludge drooped onto Hazel's body, spreading out across his front, some landing on his chest and belly while other batches pooled on his pelvis. He shuddered from the feel of hot slime covering him. A pungent smell of fresh cum hit his nose.

Not satisfied with smearing Hazel indirectly, Silver quickly thrust back, taking his still spurting dick out of Rosy and aimed it down. The poor stallion had only a moment to confront his impending predicament before he saw Silver's dickslit expand as his huge shaft twitched, shooting out a long rope of semen right into Hazel's face. If the smell of cum was strong before, then now with nasty ball-goo almost lodged up his nose it was completely overwhelming. Hazel's eyes were covered with spunk too, blocking his vision. And he could still feel more spurts hit his body.

By the end, Hazel felt completely submerged into another colt's nasty jizz. It soaked into his fur and hair, leaked into his mouth every time he tried to open it, clogged his nostrils and burned his eyes. The wet slimy warmth enveloped him, making him feel like a fish swimming in the sea of Silver's putrid cum.

Hazel weakly brought his hooves up to his face, rubbing it, fruitlessly trying to clean himself but only succeeding in spreading the filthy substance around. Even a shower wouldn't be enough to cleanse him of the stink at this point. Silver's sperm has suffused deep into his fur, leaving Hazel marked for days with another colt's scent. He'll be constantly reminded of his inferiority, never able to get away from the acrid stench that now permeated his whole being.

And they weren't even done yet, as was indicated by Silver's blissful voice giving him another direction.

"That was really great. Well, I prepared her for you, Hazel. Now's your turn~."

"My what now?" Hazel replied confusedly. Strings of cum hung between his lips as he opened his mouth. Unconsciously, he extended his tongue and licked them away.

"Your turn to fuck Rosy, dummy. That's why you came here, didn't you? To put a nice little foal into her?"

Hazel wasn't sure if there was any free place inside Rosy after Silver had his way with her. But his dick still ached to be put within the velvety confines of her cunny. Hazel was hard beyond belief; no foreplay with his marefriend had ever left him so painfully aroused.

"Don't worry, sweetie. I see you are in a bit of a bind -" Rosy laughed, looking at her coltfriend's semen covered body "- so I'll do it for you." She took a step back, positioning her nethers over Hazel's, and sat down on him.

Pressing Hazel's dick into his belly with her bottom, she started sliding her vulva over it. Some of Silver's semen was still seeping from her cunt, ending up on Hazel's shaft. Her movements were spreading it all over his length and rubbing it into his skin. Hazel raised his forelegs up, trying to put his hooves on her hips. His eyes were still half-closed, his vision blurred by all the cum lying on top of his eyelids and so even that seemingly simple task gave him some trouble.

"Oh Hazel, you poor thing, you can't even see properly now. Let me help you." He felt her tongue on his cheek, licking up the cum that covered it. Hazel laid there limply, letting his marefriend clean his face by slurping up Silver's ejaculate. She even sneaked in a few kisses on his lips, pushing inside the globs of cum that she collected on him.

As she licked clean his eyes Hazel could finally see her beautiful face. Rosy was smiling, seeming happier than he had ever seen her. Her fur was wet with sweat, spit and seed, but she still looked quite a bit better than Hazel himself, whose whole body was turned into a debauched parody of a snowman.

She gave him one final cum-filled kiss, raising her rump up at the same time and guiding his dick inside of her. Finally some proper stimulation for his neglected appendage. Hazel would even call it great... if only his marefriend's tunnel wasn't still filled with another stallion's release. That horrible lubricant surrounded his cock, slicking up its movements as Rosy started jumping on him. With great shame he realized that this felt much better than his regular sessions with her. Whether as a result of how long his stallionhood was left aching without attention, or because of all the gooey fluid that now enveloped his shaft, he experienced unrivaled pleasure each time Rosy rode up and down on him. Wet slaps and sopping squelches emanated from their colliding nethers. Hazel felt like he was compacting Silver's cum further into his marefriend as well as rubbing it both into his cock and in her walls. The priest must've been pleased to see the pair wallow in his rancid fluids.

And what is he doing now, by the way?

Hazel didn't have to muse long on that questing. A pair of strong hindlegs was planted near his head and his marefriend's loving kisses were replaced by a slimy limp shaft that unceremoniously intruded on their moment of intimacy.

"Don't forget to clean me up, lovebirds."

Rosy didn't seem to mind this at all. She traced long licks across Silver's dick, gathering up the semen from it and swallowing the stuff with gusto. She even started rubbing the cock across Hazel's face, taking some perverse enjoyment in seeing his scrunched up expression.

Not knowing what else to do, Hazel started slurping on that shaft himself. He gave it small tender licks and kisses, sucking in the blobs of reeking cum that were stuck to it. The taste was foul, a sickening sensation of it was spreading over his whole mouth. The viscous jizz clung to his teeth, forming thick ropes between them when he opened his jaws. He had to lick it up with his tongue in order to be able to swallow it. It was absolutely horrible. The nauseating smell emanating from Silver's dick certainly didn't help either. The pleasant sensation of Rosy riding him was the only comfort in this filth-consumed agony. But even that was soiled by the nasty slickness of Silver's cum engulfing his member.

And worst of all was the feeling of ever-closer approaching orgasm rising within him. To climax right here, right now, surrounded by another stallion's disgusting cum would be the most humiliating moment of his life for sure.

And yet he just couldn't stop himself. His muscles tensed up, hindlegs pressing into the ground and hips rising up, pushing his rod as deep as possible within his marefriend. Unparalleled lightness and bliss filled him as cum traveled up his cock and he started spurting inside Rosy. She kissed him deeply, their tongues trying to wrap around each other. Hazel could feel Silver's cum stuck to her teeth, but it didn't matter to him in his orgasmic haze. He licked it up and they started swirling it between their tongues, passing it around to each other.

Hazel came more that he ever had before, but not even that could compare to Silver's insurmountable release. Already within the confines of Rosy's tunnel, Hazel's weak sperm was completely overwhelmed by the other colt's entrenched seed.

"Amazing work, you two." Hazel could barely hear Silver's words. His mind was completely broken, all of his senses overstimulated beyond belief. After his orgasm finished, his body had gone completely limp. "Hazel, you shouldn't wash for as long as possible to let my essence properly seep into you. That is going to give you some more masculinity."

Hazel didn't feel any more masculine. On the contrary, he felt completely emasculated lying in other stallion's semen. His body was used as a cum rag by the same colt that just fucked and quite likely impregnated his marefriend. What could be more humiliating than this?

"Thank you for your help, Silver." Showing your gratitude to him for it. Hazel couldn't believe his own words when he said it. But good manners were ingrained into him from birth, and he definitely should give thanks to the stallion that gave them exactly what they came for. A foal in his marefriend's womb.

Maybe the ritual was real and Hazel really did impregnate Rosy with his own strengthened seed. Or maybe it was all just a sham designed to let Silver ravage and inseminate other stallions' mares. Did it really matter? Maybe it would be better to allow the clearly superior stallion to spread his genes. Maybe Hazel should even feel proud to have Silver's child as his own. He couldn't imagine a better sperm donor than that.

"That's my duty. But I'm always happy to serve the ponies of Equestria in any way I can." Silver answered in a clear, if a bit tired voice. "I certainly couldn't allow a cute couple such as you two to have an unsuccessful relationship as a result of a misfortune." His tone was kind and friendly. But Hazel couldn't ignore that this was the stallion whose semen still clumped atop his body and was lodged up his nose and throat. The stallion whose smell he will feel on each breath for the next days or even weeks. As will everyone else around Hazel. He will have to follow Silver's orders and not wash for a few days. Maybe even longer. Rosy will certainly demand that from him, and he would never let her down.

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Hazel could feel the eyes of those around drill holes into him. Ponies that walked by scrunched their noses as they passed them. His fur had white marks on it everywhere. Its tangerine color almost turning a shade lighter from all the cum on him.

He strolled through the town with Rosy on their way home from the 'appointment'. He reeked to high heavens with the foul stench of another stallion's semen. Not allowed to wash it away, this would be the reaction he would get in public for the foreseeable future.

His mind was still blank from everything that happened before. He barely even remembered leaving the temple. He had just gone through the most intense and degrading experience of his life by far. His marefriend had been fucked and most likely knocked up by another stallion. And even if by some miracle she hasn't been impregnated now they'd have to come back and go through the same torturous experience again until she has been well and truly bred.

But what was worst of all, worse than the weird looks he got, worse than the humiliation and emasculation he had gone through, worse than the disgusting taste of semen that still lingered in his mouth, was that Hazel was secretly hoping to return.