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Lotus led him back to where his two friends were waiting—well, his best friend and Rumble. Maybe once Rumble stopped stealing all the mares, they could become friends.

“Where the buck have you been?” Button called out, a slightly annoyed look on his face as he approached. “I thought we were going to do this together?”

“Well, you've had your coltfriend with you,” Tender joked as he slid into the pool with them, the warm water feeling great on his sore muscles and joints.

“Rumble's cool and all,” Button grumbled quietly so Rumble couldn’t quite hear him, “but you're my best friend, and I came here to be with you.”

“Sorry,” Tender said, and surprised himself by meaning it. “Lotus talked me into getting a massage and I kinda lost track of time, sorry.”

For some reason Button rolled his eyes at that. “Riiiight, I saw the way you were staring at her, a massage was it? Nothing else?”

“Not really,” Tender said and relaxed in the water. He surprised himself when he realised he meant that one too. Sure, Lotus was sexy… but he felt genuinely less frustrated after she’d tended to his stallionhood. He guessed the special massage really did work.

“Wow…” Button said. “Who are you and what have you done to Tender Taps?”

“What can I say,” Tender replied, feeling even more chill. “I guess I'm just relaxed for the first time in a long while.”

“Okay,” his friend nodded. “If a massage could do that to you, then I definitely want one too.”

Tender was just about to warn his friend that the ball massage was as brutal as it was helpful when a light voice reminded him that there was a third pony in the tub, one who’d probably heard their talk about a massage seeing as how loudly they’d spoken about it.

“Uhm, me too,” Rumble said after a while, Tender’s stalling answer having worked just right as the wonderbolt had gotten intrigued, and for some reason Rumble was blushing.

‘Why’s he blushing under that dark fur of his?’ Tender thought.

Tender watched him as the usually overly bold stallion refused to make eye contact. He did however find the idea of Lotus stomping on those Pegasus balls quite pleasant.

‘Maybe they’ll even break, like Thunderlane's had?’

“Yeah, you totally should,” he said. So what if Lotus got a bit carried away, it'd just mean a messier job for Babs, and it'd serve the little tit right for stealing all the mares, even if he wouldn't feel it… ‘Wait, wouldn’t the spell break at midnight?!’

As if on cue, both spa mares trotted over. “Eet ees approaching midnight,” Aloe began.

“If you vant zee special massage to… hit at zee right time,” Lotus continued, giving Tender an especially suggestive look, “Eet ees time to get moving, ja?”

“Right,” Button said, and then quickly began to pull himself out of the tub. “If it's anything like what you did to Tender, I'm all for it.”

“Eet ees… adjacent,” the pinker of the two twins helped him out and offered him his red towel.

Tender too heaved himself out. Button’s red towel sent an uncomfortable feeling through his chest as he remembered that he’d forgotten to tell Lotus about Button not wanting the Babs treatment. However, he couldn't very well say it in front of them all.

He looked around for a distraction, and noticed Rumble staring at him. The small stallion noticed and looked away, but it was clear to Tender where his eyes had been focusing.

“Yeah, I vant vhat he got too,” Rumble mumbled, his eyes returning once more to stare with jealousy at those massive and more studly build stallion orbs.

‘Go ahead and look,’ Tender thought. ‘This is what a real stallion packs.’ Of course the under-endowed stallion would feel inferior when presented with such an impressive specimen, he didn't know most of it was due to the extra swelling Lotus had induced.

Or maybe he had and wanted some of it for himself? Well too bad, Lotus could stomp hus balls as much as he wanted, and he’d still leave the spa with even less than what he entered with.

“I’m sure that can be arranged,” Tender smirked as he wrapped his own white towel around himself, obscuring the view and snapping Rumble out of his trance.

“Isn't that right, Lotus?” he asked, giving the blue pony a wink. “Why don't you give him exactly the same massage as you did to me.”

“Oh I told you,” the mare replied in an annoyed voice, “Only a select fev could manage such a heavy hoofed treatment.” Then her eyes lit up as she remembered why the under-endowed stallion was here and grinned. “Zough, surely Mr. Rumble is strong enough to handle a little mare like me, no?”

Rumble gave a shy nod, but quickly found his bearings as he remembered that size wasn’t everything, he was the one with a large group of mares following him after all. “I mean, of course I'm stallion enough to handle a massage, I've gone through Wonderbolt training after all.

Flexing a bit more than necessary, the pretentious athlete put on his towel and trotted after the spa mare like a puppy.

Tender took note of the red towel as it was wrapped around those annoyingly firm flanks and grinned. The guy had no idea that this night would be the end of his already inferior stallionhood.

But first, he would enjoy watching it get pummeled by his favorite spa-mare.

…..

"I was not expecting this!" Button groaned.

"M-me nei-neither," Rumble agreed.

Tender just smiled and sipped tea as he watched his fellow stallions receive the very same massage he had gotten. "You asked for the same treatment I got; it's not my fault if you guys are too weak to take it," Tender teased.

Aloe was standing on top of Button, admonishing him for his lack of exercise as she popped joints and kneaded almost non-existent muscles while he whimpered. She hadn't even reached the main part yet, as there was so much work to be done on his back and legs.

Rumble was both better and worse off. Lotus had quickly worked over his back and declared that he was in excellent physical shape… then she’d moved on to the interesting part.

She currently stood between his spread legs, delivering stomp after stomp to his two poor foal makers. It looked brutal, and Tender wasn't sure if she was actually giving him a real massage or if she was just having fun hurting his nuts. He didn't really care either way, but was glad to see Lotus having fun.

He met her eyes, and they shared a smile as she continued her stomping spree. The mare was definitely enjoying herself, and why not? It wasn't like Rumble would feel the damage anyway. If she broke something, Babs would replace them with useless replicas before the night was over anyway.

‘She did the same to his brother, and said they’d cracked like acorns!’ The mental image made him shudder, and though he tried to not to think about what was about to happen, he couldn’t help but indulge in the fact that his plan was working. ‘Sorry, Rumble, but you were just hogging all the mares, and greed comes before the fall.’

He raised his teacup to nopony in particular and toasted the sacrifice Rumble was unwittingly making for the rest of them. He was about to take a victory sip when a wave of pain hit him. It began in his balls and radiated up his body, causing nauseating effects that made him spill tea. The light burn against his coat barely registered against the agony between his legs.

‘Is this karma?’ he thought for one horrified moment as his hooves instinctively reached down to cradle the precious sources of his pain.

An explanation came milliseconds later as the clock struck midnight, and a wave of moans spread across the room. ‘Of course!’ he realised as he felt his sheath stir, his body releasing the beast that had been trapped for twelve long months! The chastity spell was ending, and along with it, the numbness that kept ponies from feeling pleasure for most of the year!

Pleasure and pain, his balls reminded him with emphasis.

"Buuuck…” he groaned as he cradled them. He knew it had been a really bad idea to let a mare put her full weight on them, but the numbness had let him endure it.

He looked up, expecting Rumble to be screaming in pain as his balls were right in the middle of the mare-handling that Tender was only feeling the aftereffects of.

But to his surprise, nothing so dramatic had changed. Rumble's face only showed mild discomfort rather than agony, and as Tender watched, he swore he could hear a moan slip from the rival stallion, who began to... blush?

A moan from Button clued him in, and he looked down at his own lap. Above his aching testicles towered a massive pole of masculinity. ‘How could I have forgotten?!’ the groaning tap dancer thought. ‘As soon as the spell ends, most stallions get a long-awaited erection,’ Tender Taps reminded himself as he thought back to previous mating seasons.

No wonder the two stallions right before him were moaning! They were both getting their stallionhoods ground into the padded table by two cute mares, whom he could now smell were also free from the spell. He licked his lips as he took in the scent, as good as Lotus had smelled before, it was nothing compared to the aroma of a mare during mating week.

"I zink," Aloe spoke, "zat eet ees time vee move to zee next step, zee release!"

"Release?" all three stallions asked in a hopeful tone.

"Ja, of course," Aloe confirmed, a very lustful smile on her muzzle. "Vat vould be zee point of a visit like zis vithout a happy ending, ja?"

That considerably lifted the mood in the spa room, and Tender could even smell excitement emanating from his fellow stallions. Whatever pain they’d all previously experienced seemed to fall into the background as the beautiful masseuses spoke of a happy ending.

He watched the mares grab his fellow stallions and begin to manipulate them on the tables. He felt a surge of frustration that he’d have to wait his turn, but he’d waited twelve months; he could wait another twelve seconds, or however long Rumble took to empty his tiny balls.

"Zee table has a hole in eet," Lotus explained as she grabbed Rumble's rump and removed the towel he’d laid on, the wonderbolt caught off guard as the surprisingly strong mare moved him about with little to no difficulty and dropped the red towel on the floor.

"You handsome studs just stick your dicks zrough eet, and vee vill handle zee rest."

She looked over and gave her sister a wink, one Tender suspected was echoed by her and her sister's other ends, as the smell of mare aroma and stallion musk grew thicker.

“Fine, I guess I'll just sit here and wait for my turn,” Tender grumbled and refilled his teacup. At least he'd get a great show as foreplay.

It irked him that Rumble would go first with Lotus. After all he’d done to keep the soon-to-be gelding off of his mares. But he leaned back and just sipped his tea. It would be Rumble's last time ever with a mare, so he supposed he shouldn't begrudge him this one pleasure.

He'd read somewhere that one should be generous in victory, or something like that.

“Oh no,” Aloe called back as she helped Button position himself. With the towel removed, the gamer's dick hung so low through the hole that Tender could even get a glimpse of it from his angle. Not that he was inclined to look at another stallion’s genitals of course.

“Vee do all tree,” Aloe assured him as she tossed the towel on the floor. “Bulk?!” The last part was directed at a beaded curtain that separated this room from the rest of the luxurious spa.

“Yeah?!” came a reply, before the largest and most muscular stallion Tender had ever seen squeezed himself through the doorway.

“Gentlecolts,” Aloe introduced him. “zis ees Bulk Biceps, our best masseuse.”

“Yeah,” Bulk repeated, and cracked his hooves menacingly. “So, who wants their kinks worked out?” The massive stallion passed the two inferior ones, who both were already in the process of getting massages by the spa twins, and then locked eyes with Tender, who spat out his tea.

“No way!” he called, giving Lotus an accusing glare. How could she set him up like this?!

“It's alright,” Bulk growled in what he probably thought was a friendly manner. “I'm a professional, like them.” He nodded at Lotus and Aloe.

“No,” Tender noted firmly. Being below a mare was bad enough, he was not going to let a bucking stallion step on him!

To his surprise the mountain of muscle stopped at that. “Okay,” Bulk growled, a confused frown spread across his face. He shifted a bit awkwardly and then looked over at Aloe. “So…” he asked sheepishly, “what do I do now? He said no, so… Do I just leave?”

“No,” Aloe replied, then shot Tender an annoyed look. “You're alright Bulk, eet ees just Tender here voo needs to relax.”

“I am relaxed,” Tender shot back, and subconsciously tried to cross his hind legs, only to be reminded of how much his balls had swollen up and still hurt from the previous pummeling.

“I'm just not gay,” he winced.

“Nor is Bulk,” Lotus shot back.

“Not that there's anything wrong with that,” the massive stallion nodded.

“Nor is he much of a stallion,” Lotus added with a smirk.

To Tender's utter shock, the massive brute of a pony blushed. Why? He looked like he could put Big Macintosh in a chokehold with ease, and probably had a stallionhood to match!

Then a thought struck him. ‘Could it be? No, surely not!’

He tried very discreetly to look between the hunk's legs, cradling his own aching foalmakers as an excuse to bend low and get a better look.

What he saw reinforced his suspicion. Despite the smell of mare-heat in the room, and every other stallionhood, including Tender's own which had dropped and hardened by now, the big stallion's pride had yet to leave his sheath.

He couldn't see anything swinging behind it either. ‘Either Bulk's stallionhood is even smaller than Rumbles or… or he was a gelding too!’

Tender reeled at the discovery. Then again, he knew what was going on in this spa. He was even paying for it to be done to his damn rival, so maybe he should not be too surprised. It also solved a conundrum. Especially as he watched Aloe duck beneath Button's table, the move followed by a delighted sigh from the pent up stallion.

He badly wanted what the mares were going to do to the stallionhoods dangling through the holes in the tables… but couldn't really bring himself to ask the same of the muscled pony towering over him. Then again… ‘It's not gay if only one of us is a stallion, right?’

To his surprise he felt a twitch between his legs at the idea. Surely he wouldn't, but then again why not? He was horny and a mouth was a mouth, wasn't it? Besides, he quite liked the idea of a “stallion” being made to service him. The more emasculated his competition was, the more of a stud he would seem in comparison.

“Okay,” he eventually agreed, and in turn the stallions in the room looked at him with surprise as he got out of the chair. “I’ll let him give me a massage if he really wants to,” Tender clarified, and locked eyes with the larger pony. ‘That's right, get on your knees and suck my cock, gelding.’

The words certainly felt good to think, even if Tender wasn't brave enough to say them out loud. Bulk still looked like he could kill Tender with one kick, so he should probably save that kind of talk for until after the brute had been humbled beneath his large, and more importantly intact, stallionhood.

He stepped over to the last table and pulled the white towel off it. There was indeed a hole in the padded surface, and he wasted no time in laying down and shoving his dick through it. He scooted forwards a bit to let his swollen balls drop through as well. Relief washed over him as he did and he let out a deep sigh of relief. Somehow the throbbing pain in his balls that had lingered ever since Lotus’ massage had ended!

“Zee table has a pain numbing spell put on eet.” The explanation came from Aloe, who must have noticed his sigh of relief.

“Told you vee do zese massages a lot,” Lotus added. He turned his head to look at her. She was still standing on top of Rumble's table. On top of Rumble really, one hoof pinning his poor berries beneath her weight.

“Can you believe some stallions vined zat zee massage vas too painful?” She winked at Tender as she said this. “So vee had zee tables enchanted to block any feeling that wasn't pleasurable. Isn't zat nice of us?” she asked innocently, before she grew a bit of a wicked grin and lifted her hoof.

Tender could see the flattened nuts slowly regained their shape. To his annoyance they were bigger than he recalled, hopefully just the swelling. His annoyance was short-lived though, as Lotus fixed that by stomping her hoof down with even more force than before. Tender winced in sympathy as he swore he could hear the soft crunch of something breaking.

To Lotus's credit, the spell on the table must have been nearly as powerful as the now lifted chastity spell since Rumble didn't scream or pass out as his stallionhood was permanently damaged. Though it seemed like his body acted on instinct. Even with the pain blocked, he grew a worried expression, and as soon as Lotus lifted her hoof for another stomp, the Wonderbolt wiggled forward on the table, allowing his abused pebbles into the hole, where he probably thought they would be safe from further abuse.

Well he was wrong, but he had no idea that Babs was about to sneak in and do something even worse to them than Lotus ever could with her pretty hooves.

Tender couldn't help but smile as the brutal show ended. He then jolted as felt the muscular massage pony's hooves grab onto his table and roughly push it closer to where Rumble’s was placed.

“W-why?” the confused tap dancer spoke, before he saw Bulk do the same to Button’s table.

“It’s a massage, so relax and focus on your own experience,” the muscle mountain mumbled before returning to Tender's table, his expression softening before it could grow too stern.

Lotus herself let out a huff of annoyance as her toys vanished from sight and so hopped off the table as Bulk finished moving it. “Fine, let's move on to zee happy ending,” she agreed as she ducked beneath the table. “Let's see vat vee are vorking viz here.”

The soft giggle that followed was music to Tender's ears.

He looked up and met Bulk's eyes. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

The blush that showed on the “stallion's” white cheeks gave him a feeling of power. Moreso when the big dud actually obeyed, crouching down on and scooting in under the table. Out of Tender's sight, now he understood why they had pushed the tables together. Close as they were now, he couldn't see below them, which meant that Babs would be able to sneak around without getting spotted by any of them.

He was quickly yanked back to reality as he was reminded that he also had a pony below his table, and said pony was there for his enjoyment.

“Sweet bucking Celestia!” Tender gasped out loud as he felt the geldings' lips wrap around his cock. It was incredible! So much better than when he did it with his own hoof! He might have to see if Rumble would be willing to do this sometime. If he wasn't too busy bucking the mares who used to fawn over the soon-to-be cocksucker that was.

As great as the blowjob felt, it was also short lived.

“Bulk!” As soon as the melodic voice rang out, the heavenly suction was removed as the big loser presumably turned his head to reply to his boss’ words.

“Yes, Lotus?”

“Bulk, svitch places viz me,” the spa mare demanded. “eet’s not fair you get to keep zat nice big dick for yourself vile I'm stuck viz zis toozpick!”

Tender couldn't see what was happening below the tables, but the blush that spread across Rumble's cheeks said it all. Lotus was straight up telling the whole room that his stallionhood was too small for a mare to enjoy.

“And you think I want it if it's that small?” Bulk growled, his hot breath tickling Tender's tender tip, prompting the tap dancer to grunt involuntarily.

“You should like eet,” the mare shot back in a bossy manner. “Eet ees zee same size as yours, so you'll at least know vat to do viz eet!”

Bulk needed no further prompting, or perhaps he just wanted to avoid more humiliation. With a few grunts he managed to crawl out from beneath Tender's table. He didn't make eye contact, but much of his coat had flushed a pale pink.

It mustn’t have been fun for him. Being beneath Tender was one thing, he was a stallion, but to be beneath someone as genetically inferior as Rumble, that must’ve been humiliating.

It was probably a good thing the big guy already had his balls removed, or they would have shrivelled up and dropped off as he kneeled beneath Rumble and got a look at the pitiful stallionhood that was only slightly bigger than his own geldinghood.

“Good boy,” Lotus said, and gave him a slap on the ass before disappearing beneath the table belonging to a much less worthy male and future Wonderbolt.

As she stepped in front of Tender though, the condescending smirk she’d given Rumble and Bulk gave way to an excited smile as she lifted up the fabric from the table.

“I saw you beneath zee table,” she said softly, licking her lips. “Your cock really does match viz zose vonderful balls.” Tender wasn’t sure if the others could hear her, and he honestly couldn’t care less, his own ego was content either way.

Tender didn't even have time to thank her before she slid beneath the table. Her expert lips found his hardness and within a second he knew he had been wrong. As good as it had felt when the gelding gave him head, it was nothing to the feel of a real mare!

He lost himself to the pleasure as he felt her take the first third of his length, her eager mouth opening up to take his leaking flare and then some. “Oh by Celestia, you’re taking me so well!” Tender exclaimed, not bothering to keep his voice down.

Lotus simply rolled her eyes, as she found the comment a little misplaced. He made it sound like he expected her to be a virgin, by Celestia if that was the lens through which he judged her then she would overperform by a large margin.

Alas, that was a line of thought for later she reminded herself, because now it was time to suck some delicious stallion cock.

Grunts could be heard from all tables as the two mares and one gelding got to work, with some finding the task at hoof easier than others. Aloe found Button to be too much for her, with the scent of his unwashed stallionhood almost too much for the poor mare to handle.

The gamer pony might have taken a bath but he sure hadn’t been very thorough with getting it cleaned to the base. The veiny surface and thick girth didn’t make it easier either, as she couldn’t take more than half of him, with alone that almost overwhelming her.

Aloe had to come up for air over and over, the process drawing out the blowjob in a way which Button almost had to thank her for, because she almost sent him into a premature ejaculation every time with her less than 10 second blowjob sessions.

Bulk on his end wasn’t having much of an issue. “Pathetic,” he said in a low whisper to the twitching dick in front of him. It wasn’t much bigger than he was now in his gelding state, but it was a damn sight, smaller than back when he’d been a stallion.

Bulk's erection had been thick, long and with plenty of veins to make any unsuspecting mare scream as he thrust it inside their willing bodies. The thing before him had only one vein and its medial ring wasn’t much of a plus either. The ring slightly made up for the lack of thickness, but that was a pity point if anything, Bulk thought.

This thing even smelled feminine in Bulk's opinion, no presence of musk at all. It seemed the sissy Pegasus had been thorough with getting himself cleaned. He was begrudgingly grateful to not have to suck yet another unwashed monster, yet couldn’t quite respect Rumble as a real stallion when he smelled of daisies and had a cock that would never please anybody.

His estimation rose a bit as he took in the swinging pair behind the disappointment, but only long enough for him to recognize Lotus's hoofwork. He knew all too well how much she could make a pair swell, and even in their bruised and battered state this pair had nothing on the ones he used to own before… before he accepted a massage from Lotus.

He let out a sad sigh and sucked the small cock into his mouth. For all his shortcomings, Rumble was at least still a stallion, a status Bulk had already lost.

The red towel caught his eye as he hilted the small yet impressively durable stallionhood and reminded him that surviving Lotus's stomps had only bought it a few more minutes of life

He could at least make sure that Rumble's last few minutes as a stallion would be enjoyable, especially as he felt complicit in their destruction. And a tiny bit of him felt respect for the balls that had survived what had broken his own.

Up above, the three stallions enjoyed themselves to their fullest as they all settled into a steady rhythm of getting sucked off and enjoying the warm and moist room… which did wonders to their fur, Button noted as he felt up how clean his coat had gotten.

Sweetie had never gone down on him, so the feeling of Aloe was like a paradise of relief had been granted to him… almost, as she was keeping him on edge with her skills. The feeling of hooves on his bloated nuts only heightened the teasing, the stallion accidentally plunging deeper into her throat by accident when he felt his nuts… slapped? He couldn’t quite tell because of the spell in the table.

Regaining his composure, he looked past Rumble and over to Tender who was at the end of the row, before locking eyes with the newly made Wonderbolt himself. “So, I guess now is as good a time as ever to ask you, Rumble.”

The Wonderbolt looked over at him puzzled, but returned the smile Button was sending his way. “Ask me about what?” He tried to keep a straight face but it was a hard task as the big masseur beneath him was doing a phenomenal job.

“About mares I suppose, how do you manage to satisfy so many mares?”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

Tender rolled his eyes, this bastard was getting flustered at a simple question about his damn harem, what the buck did these mares see in this loser of a stallion? “Don’t be shy, mister Wonderbolt,” Tender Taps spoke in a mocking tone, his patience starting to run low. “Tell us how you manage to keep so many mares interested in you.”

“I guess being a Wonderbolt just about does it… But I feel like that isn’t exactly what either of you were hoping to hear.” Rumble looked back and forth between the two stallions, a grunt of either normal or horny frustration from both of them answering his question.

“Alright, I,” Rumble started, but found himself coming up short as that glorious tongue on his dick made it hard to concentrate. “I guess it’s about being a gentlecolt… You know, listen to the mare when she wants to get something off of her chest, be nice and kind, and—Oh by Celestia I’m close,” Rumble blurted, making Tender raise an eyebrow.

Pop!

“No, please don’t stop!” Rumble protested as he felt his expanding flare pop out of Bulk’s warm mouth, stopping the orgasm that had been fast approaching.

As his flare calmed down, Rumble was about to voice a complaint, when he was caught off guard as the masseur took all of his stallionhood once more. He let out a deep groan before turning his attention back onto Tender. “S-sorry…”

“Oh don’t be,” Button spoke first, before Tender could add another one of his rude remarks. “So, I guess that answers our question, doesn’t it, Tender?” Button looked past Rumble and at his annoyed buddy who rolled his eyes in protest at the simplicity of it all.

“Mmmh, please, I'm so close!”

Tender gave the Wonderbolt his signature look of disgust, a look any stallion would have recognised meant disappointment, in this case, in Rumble’s stamina.

“Anyway, why does it matter if you listen, it’s the mating season and it all just comes down to thoroughly breeding them fat, nothing more. So why not just pounce and leave right after?”

He straightened his posture before adding, “You can always listen to them once the season has ended.” That last part was an answer for sure, one many followed, except for Tender whom Button knew was just about the most unable stallion out there to listen.

Tender listens to others, but only when it serves his own interests, Button could admit. Yet the list of topics which benefited Tender was short, and caring about other ponies' feelings, and in this case a mare’s opinion, was far beyond what Tender thought was worth his time.

Rumble looked baffled, and felt like he should’ve stood up to stare Tender down, but it was Button who spoke first, the gamer unable to believe how rude Tender could be when there were two damn mares beneath the tables servicing them. “Not cool buddy, not cool.”

“Yeah, that wasn’t very—!” Rumble was interrupted by his own deep moan, yet regained his posture soon enough, staring daggers at the rude tap dancer. “I’m starting to see why you guys, or at least you, need my help, Tender.” The grey Pegasus gave the pony to his left a harsh look as he wanted to buck that smug smile off of the tap dancer’s muzzle before any more found themselves gagging in response.

“Bold words from someone who can’t even handle a male pony, look at you,” Tender mocked him, pointing at the sweat trailing down his blushing face for all to see, and it wasn’t from the heat of the room. “Moaning and gasping from the gentle touch of another stall–”

“Ghhaaaah!”

Tender flinched back as he saw the Wonderbolt cum his brains out, the guy ignoring all of the words spoken by him as he looked to almost be proud of serving the one down below with a likely small load of seed. In turn, a row of quiet moans came from below the table.

“Mmmhmm, you sound like a mare,” Rumble spoke, his eyes unfocused as he rode out the waves of his afterglow, the guy rocking his hips against the hole.

“Yeah… sorry,” Bulk answered. “Got a bit carried away sucking on your big juicy cock.”

“It's okay, I don't mind at all,” Rumble replied, a grey hoof reaching down to tousle Bulk's blonde mane. “In fact, you're kinda cute.”

“Hah! Gaaay!” Tender's voice rang out, drawing an automatic chuckle from his gamer friend. Button couldn’t help but give an apologetic smile, as he felt sorry for having blindly laughed.

“Oh yeah?!” Rumble shot back. “Didn't hear you complaining when it was your dick he was sucking on. In fact, it sounded like you liked it!”

Tender shot him an annoyed look but had to give, that was pretty ballsy of him and he had to at least respect the small dicked loser for that.

“Thank you, that was wonderful,” Rumble looked down and spoke, giving Bulk another pat on the head, before he started to rise from the bed.

“Uh, just let me clean you up first,” the masseur said, the sound of his head hitting the table heard as he dove back to the semi erect dick before it could be pulled up through the hole.

“It’s really not necessary—” Rumble trailed off as he felt Bulk's mouth close around his still leaking dick. “O-okay, if you insist,” he purred happily, relaxing back on the massage table.

Silence followed as none of the ponies on the three tables wanted to break the tension… but as the sound of moaning started to grow old, Button surprised both of the other guys by speaking up first. “Sorry about earlier, it’s just that the season can be pretty stressful.”

“No need to be sorry, I get it. But you shouldn’t worry so much about the mares.” Rumble gave the earth pony to his left a sympathetic smile.

“Why not worry, you’re hogging all of them and leaving none for us?” Tender countered, less hostility present in his voice this time around as Lotus was calming him down with her mouth.

“I’m not hogging all the mares, I’ve barely decided on who to claim as my first broodmare,” Rumble spat back, eliciting a stammer from Tender as he was utterly confused.

“B-but the flock that’s always following you. How can you say you aren’t hogging more than one damn mare?!” Button countered, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I…” His grey fur turned lightly pink as he refused to look either of them in the eyes. “I like the attention… and they give it to me as long as they know I’m not taken.” He fiddled with his hooves, crossing his legs as he tried to distract himself from the embarrassment.

“I don’t believe it,” Tender muttered. “You’re telling me those girls are only after the title that comes with marrying a bucking Wonderbolt?!” Things started to make so much sense. He wasn’t hogging them all, he was simply stalling his own monogamous relationship title revelation so they would stay interested in him.

“Apple Bloom, is she also after the title that comes with marrying a bucking Wonderbolt?!” Tender almost wanted to pounce the Pegasus; luckily for the puny male beside him, Lotus was way too good of a fellatio expert to move away from.

Plop!

Rumble and Tender turned to glare at Button for a second, distracted, as the sound of something wet and weighty plopping emanated from his direction.

Button raised his shoulders in equal confusion, pointing towards Miss Aloe beneath the table before giving the grey Wonderbolt a glare. Rumble clenched his teeth, and finally gave an answer. “Guess you deserve to know it more than most ponies,” he sighed. “She’s playing cover for Scootaloo… or else our love for each other would be too obvious.”

“I knew it! Pipsqueak owes me 20,” Button triumphantly muttered, a hoof in the air as he and his classroom buddy had spotted the pair flying home together more than once.

“Anyhoof, she’s not following me to find a partner,” Rumble assured.

Finding a pinch of calm in knowing Babs hadn’t lied about what she’d said at the bar, Tender still wasn’t sure on who Apple Bloom had left him for. It wasn’t Rumble; that was pretty much a certainty by now, and if it was also true what Babs had said about Apple Bloom not thinking about Button either when they had broken up was also true, then who the buck was it!

Ripped out of his pondering, the tap dancer heard his best friend scream out, “W-wait, pull off! I can't cum, I have a marefriend!” He and Rumble looked on as they saw Button fight his own orgasm, clenched teeth as Button’s dick head was probably fully flared down below.

“Not sure I could manage that…” Rumble admitted, thinking back to how eagerly he’d let himself empty down Bulk’s throat, the Pegasus embarrassed that it hadn’t been Scootaloo.

“Me neither…” Tender joined in, hearing the commotion below before Aloe emerged from beneath the table’s back end, a messy muzzle and dripping snatch accompanying her as she moved back to the employee area to make herself prim and proper once more.

“IEEP!” Button Mash flinched against the table as he felt a wet piece of fabric touch his shrinking length, the coldness of what looked to be Bulk cleaning him making him shiver. “T-thanks… I guess,” he said, but his voice was too low for even Rumble to hear.

As if a gag was placed upon all 3 clients, silence of voice once more befell the room. The sole sound which filled their ears came from below their respective table, with the exception of Button Mash’s table. None of them dared look at the others, but for good reason, as they all had their own mental battles to deal with.

Button couldn’t believe that he’d almost put his seed into a pony that wasn’t Sweetie. He was not gonna put seed into said unicorn, but that he’d cheat on her to such an extent make him back peddle. Luckily he didn’t feel his nuts disagree with him for once, their tightening screams for him to at least masturbate and cum hushed by his own shame.

With his cock retracted fully as well, Button adjusted his position on the table. His balls still hung through the hole, the bruised sack cooling down and healing from the rough treatment Aloe had given him. They felt heavy, but considering the beating that didn’t surprise him. He took a deep breath, and calmed… ‘The spa sure is peaceful at this time in the morning.’

Next to Button, Rumble was laying with his eyes closed. He was no longer erect, but Bulk was still suckling on his flaccid member, keeping it from popping back into his sheath. It felt amazing, yet also made him feel guilty. He’d been selfish over the weeks leading up to the mating season, not publicly coming out as being in love with Scootaloo.

Rumble had led many mares astray, wasting their time hunting a title that had and wouldn’t ever be available for them to take via him, the Pegasus saw that now. The attention had been enjoyable, making him all giddy inside. ‘I’ll propose to Scootaloo when I get back home,’ the Pegasus spoke, hoping it’d free up a few mares for Tender to try and woo.

At the end of the row was Tender, the tap dancer split between his own mental battle and the feisty blowjob he was receiving down below. Lotus was a master of her craft it seemed, the stud above not sure how to currently attribute such skills to her personality.

She was a kinky mare, one very happy about stomping, he noted. Yet he’d thought her more laid back, prim and proper… Upon seeing Bulk he had thought that most of the blowjob and pleasing work would be done by him, sisters in turn retaining their public appearances.

“HNG!” A guttural groan escaped his muzzle, Tender thrashing about on the table as he felt something tighten up deep in his guts, like how he’d felt when the clock had struck midnight.

‘Did she bite me?!’ he wondered, moving his hips about to try and get her teeth off of him. He knew the table blocked the pain, but maybe not everything if the mare or gelding in question tried hard enough. He hoped her teeth wouldn’t leave a mark, but at least it was at his base from what he could feel, throat devouring him like it was nothing.

His trashing finally seemed to work, as Tender Taps felt a great relief sweep him, her tongue tracing from the base of his mighty rut stick, past his medial ring and all the way to his slick flare. The earth pony felt like a king as he was serviced by a mare like Lotus, and for a quick moment everypony else disappeared in his mind, as there were only him and her.

‘The buck am I thinking, I’m not into older mares?!’ Or was he, his body definitely didn’t seem to mind a mare with a bit of experience. In the midst of his turmoil, he heard a ruckus beneath his table, and before he could question Lotus, he got his answer.

“By Celestia’s great sun, you’re hot,” he moaned, the sensation of her pussy lips on his flare sweeping all of his rational thinking. With the table blocking most of his movement, Tender was forced to let the mare below do most of the work, and he couldn’t complain, as her velvety folds caressed his length, taking away his virginity, Apple Bloom’s lack luster blowjobs a thing of the past as he was finally treated like a real stallion.

Or like a real stallion for a minute, that was. Tender soon sensed his sack rise up, the seed he’d been saving for a year ready to do what it was supposed to do. He was gonna breed a pretty mare, and nopony was gonna stop him! His need to breed skyrocketed as he felt the very core of his nuts let their contents out, his humping growing wild even if it did little.

His pupils turned into dots as he threw his head back, his flare expanding wildly as he came, spurt after spurt of thick foal batter entering his first conquest. He felt her marehood milking his length, and out of nowhere the whole table shook as he felt Lotus throw her head upwards and into the table.

Pop!

The sensation of his sensitive flare popping out made his vision blur, he’d never felt so masculine, like a true stud would could make even experienced mares throw their heads back in ecstasy. Rumble and Button look on in wonder as he rides out his orgasm, his body unable to handle the pleasure it seemed.

“You alright there, buddy?” Button asked worriedly, but not soon enough as Tender blacked out on the spot, falling limply onto the table… but not without a massive smile on his snout.

…..

By the time he’d awoken, Lotus had been gone for a while, with Bulk left to clean up.

“What a night…” Tender mused, looking back at the waving gelding at the entrance to the Ponyville Spa. Eventful, more so that he’d honestly hoped… but what was done was done, no takesies-backsies. Now, it was just a matter of time.

Had Babs fulfilled her end of the deal? Would Rumble keep his promise and propose to Scootaloo, and free up his herd? What about Button? Tender finally noted, fearing Babs might have messed up in regards to the red towels and taken out the wrong stallion

The tap dancer stood in place, back hoof tapping against the dirty road as the questions raged within him, that was, until Rumble broke the growing silence.

“I gotta say guys, it really has been a great experience.” Rumble noted, stretching his body and wings one last time after exiting the Ponyville Spa. He looked at the two ponies that had asked him to be here, and gave them a hoof shake.

“May you two have a good night, and if you’ll excuse me, I got a mare who needs attention.” And without further ado, the Wonderbolt took flight.

Tender and Button walked in silence for a while after Rumble had taken off.

“So, tonight was good…” Button eventually muttered.

“It was,” Tender agreed, certain that everything had gone to plan. Well there had been a few embarrassing hiccups, like getting a blowjob from a gelding at the start of their happy ending and Lotus knocking her head and passing out… He actually felt a little happy about that one.

The massage from Lotus was a mixed blessing as well. He still felt sore between his legs, but given what it had led to, he was willing to forgive her. Knowing that there was at least one mare who wanted him, even if she was a bit old for him, gave him confidence. He'd find so many more, especially now with Rumble out of the picture as he would declare his love for Scootaloo. It’d be a few days, and then there would be plenty of mares to chase.

“So, I guess we all got what we came for, huh,” Button continued, kicking a rock away.

“My chances are now above zero… Rumble seems to finally have the courage to come out of his shell regarding Scootaloo, and you?” Tender looked at him a little puzzled, what had his friend gained from this experience again?

“I guess I got the courage to chase someone else, right?” The gamer tried to reason, his mind already pondering on what to write in his letter. If he was lucky, he’d be single by Friday, and then he’d have the weekend to try and find new love.

“Don’t forget the emotional part just because you got sucked off once,” Tender teased. The tap dancer remembered that his buddy was more so a romantic rather than a breeder… on that front. “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“You mean Tuesday?”

“Y-yeah… Tuesday.” He shook his friend's hoof, and the two parted ways. Button trotted off confidently, flicking his tail a few times as his brown body was swept by the darkness of the night. Tender couldn’t help but take a peak, fearing the worst.

“Phew, they’re still there,” he noted, Button’s balls looking healthy as ever. Raising his own leg, he took a peek at the goods he’d be using soon enough. Everything looked like it was supposed to, maybe a bit smaller than he remembered… but he had glazed Lotus in quite the thick layer of seed. ‘How they’re supposed to look after a draining,’ he reasoned.

To Be Continued…

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GRAHAM NOLEN