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Draconicon's Rule 34 Harem Chapter 8: A Farm Converted Sponsored by Sanmer By Draconicon

After conquering a number of the Crystal Empire's veterans, Draconicon knew that he needed to move quickly. There were still other ponies that he wanted in this world of anthro-ized ferals, and he knew that if he didn't take them now, he'd have a hard time coming back later. If he could make a couple of footholds, though...

He'd already conquered the village, turned the ponies there into eager sluts for him. None of them would wear clothes again until the corruption he'd put into their minds was purged, and he doubted that they would want to do anything for other ponies that he didn't tell them to. A certain level of dragon superiority had been implanted into their brains, ensuring that they had a specific preference for partners from here on out.

That wasn't entirely intentional, of course. The black dragon enjoyed speciesism in play, but he didn't necessarily practice it in reality. It was more of a thing to feed his ego. However...

Well, sometimes magic did things that it wasn't supposed to, and he had leaned in on that a bit more than he meant to.

At least I got Shining Armor out of that, he thought. That'll give me a way in to both Equestria and the Crystal Empire if I decide to come back for some of their females.

Not to mention that the captain of the guard was surprisingly sexy himself. He'd always had a thing for horses, what with those fat asses and the way that their holes pushed out just a bit more than other species, but that man? He had been a prize stallion, someone who could take cock so well, whose balls were always eager to blow another load.

Heh, not to mention that they actually have feet here, rather than hooves.

That was something that he had particularly enjoyed finding when he had explored this universe from afar. They weren't too far from canon in terms of whether they were a prime universe or not, despite having their bodies shifted from being quadrupedal to being bipedal. They still followed most of the events from the show, though after everyone had grown up enough to do things.

Seeing them going around barefoot, though...

The black dragon couldn't help himself. He knew his kinks, and he knew the things that he enjoyed. When he found out that this particular universe had that to offer, it clinched it for him. He had to have some sex toys from this world.

He had Shining Armor. If he came back, he'd have a dozen stallions eager to protect him, and a village willing to house him as he went about his work. He had sluts aplenty to feed his ego...

But he wanted more, and as he pulled a robe on, he made his decision where he wanted to go next...

Sweet Apple Acres unfolded before him as he stepped out of the portal from the village. More apple trees than one could shake a stick at loomed over him, each one heavy and laden with fruit, though not quite so heavy as he had seen it before. They might have been having a bit of an off year, or maybe he had just come a bit late in the season.

Regardless, he knew that a certain stallion would be working out in the orchard. It wouldn't take long to find him, either. All he had to do was follow the sound of -

THUMP!

That. The sound of trees being hit and shaken by blows. Wondering if the big red stallion was still 'apple-bucking' to get the fruit down, the black dragon hopped the fence and walked into the orchard, following the dirt paths through it.

It didn't take long for the sound to get louder and louder. Before long, he rounded a tree to find his target, and he couldn't help but grin.

The big guy was probably six and a half feet tall, a stallion that would tower over most of those around him. He had a thick set of muscles along his shoulders, muscles that rippled down his back and along his arms, and those tan shorts didn't do anything to hide the thick muscle that popped his butt out.

That, and the fact that he was in work boots that looked a size too small for him, made him a very, very tempting morsel for the dragon's libido.

Big Mac kicked the tree in front of him, holding a basket under the tree. Dozens of apples fell from the branches right into the container, leaving it filled to the brim in little more than seconds. He tossed the basket down onto a wagon, and then pulled up another, walking to one of the other trees.

Draconicon took that point to step out into the open. The horse stopped, turning to look at him.

"Hello," the dragon said. "I imagine you'd be the one called Big Mac, yes?"

"Yyyyyep."

"And you're busy working?"

"Yyyyyep."

"Can I get you to take a break?"

"Nnnnnope."

"Even if I asked politely?"

"Nnnnnope."

"Why not?"

"Got work to do."

"And what if I had a way for you to get all this work done, and have it come out even more profitable than usual?"

That finally got the stallion to stop moving around. Big Mac put down the basket, leaning back against one of the trees and crossing his arms. Taking it as a gesture for him to explain what he meant, the dragon did just that.

"I might not be a unicorn, but I know a lot of magic. Enough magic to make this whole orchard bloom with enough apples to keep you and your family in comfort for the rest of your lives. I'll make the trees so heavy with apples that you'll struggle to sell them all, and they'll pick themselves so you don't even have to lift a finger. I can do that easily, so long as I can get a favor from you."

"Uh-huh."

"Do you know what that favor is?"

"Nnnnnope. What is it?"

"A little time with you."

"Gonna have to explain yourself there, dragon."

"I want a little...time...with you," he said, rather deliberately fondling himself through his robe, making sure to show off just what he meant. "I want to see you out of those shorts, and enjoy a bit of time playing with your body."

He half-expected Big Mac to look at him as if he was crazy, or to be offended at the idea of a stallion taking a cock. That would have been completely in character, considering the stallion was straight as an arrow in the show, as far as he could tell.

Instead, the big stallion looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He tapped his chin consideringly, chewing slowly on a tuft of hay before spitting it out to the side. He stretched his arms over his head, and in the process made his muscles bulge out more than usual, almost like he was intentionally trying to show them off more than he had been.

"Ya want all this?"

"With you under me, yes," the black dragon clarified.

"I reckon I can do that. Just a bit? Just once?"

"Just once, and I'll give you all the help you want."

"Alright, Mister. What do you want me to do?"

"Well, first, let's get you out of those shorts."

The horse started to reach for them, but the dragon smiled, shaking his head. No, he would take care of that.

One little flick of his fingers, and the tight shorts burned to ash, removed as if they had never been. The stallion's cock flopped down immediately, already nine inches long as a softy. Draconicon looked forward to seeing it at full mast, if that was the case, but for now, he focused on getting his new plaything ready.

"Ever tried bondage?" he asked.

"Nnnnope."

"Let's get you set up, then..."

It didn't take much magic to lift the horse off his feet, the stallion raised up so that he was hanging from magically-conjured restraints that pulled his arms up and behind his head, his legs spread and his back supported on other ropes that hung from the trees. Every little layer that the dragon added made him look that much sexier to the mage, and his cock stirred in his robes, eager to be put to use.

Not yet, though. Not just yet.

"Remember, just one," the horse said. "You cum once, I cum once, then you help."

"Yes, yes, I remember."

The black dragon smiled to himself. It was going to be a lot more than that, he knew. He had plans for this stallion, plans that would blow Big Mac's mind. By the time that he was done, he was pretty sure that the big horse was going to be begging him for more than just the one. That, he knew, was going to be a sight worth seeing.

As he finished tying the horse into his suspension bondage, he took a step back to admire his handiwork. The stallion's legs were spread wide, his balls flopping down over his taint, hanging almost all the way down to his asshole from their sheer size. The way that they rolled and swelled by turns told him that the big guy hadn't been getting laid much of late, and he knew that he was going to be interested in getting off more than once, anyway.

The big guy's muscles were standing out, too, flexing and bulging every time that he twisted in the ropes, testing them. His cock flopped and swayed from thigh to thigh, swinging around and showing off the raw size of a stallion. Draconicon smiled to himself, licking his lips a little.

Oh, if most people could see me now, the dragon thought, shaking his head. They see me as a reasonable person. A good person. But give me the chance to use power on someone else...

He shook his head. It wasn't meant to be a time to think about the rights and wrongs of the whole thing. It was time to have fun.

He stepped between the stallion's legs, running his hands along those long, red thighs, squeezing the muscles there before dragging his hands further up. He rubbed along the knees, the calves, taking his hands lower and lower.

"How long have you been in these boots?"

"All day long."

"And how long's that?"

"'bout seven hours, I reckon."

That was a long time for the horse, and he imagined that the musk coming off of them would be strong. For now, he'd leave them in there, just to allow himself the teasing thought of playing with them later. It wouldn't serve to cum too early, particularly before the horse had been broken to task.

He worked his hands back up those strong legs, coming all the way back to those thighs, those balls. He hefted the sack, feeling the balls rolling around, feeling the tubes and churning testicles inside. Oh, they were healthy, really ready to be put to use in stud duty. A pity that there were no mares around for Big Mac to fuck, but...well, the dragon had other ways to tease him.

Chuckling, Draconicon spat on his hands, dragging the spit up and down along the shaft, teasing it. Soon, it started to stiffen beneath his fingers, rising up despite itself, sliding forward, then pushing up between the horse's legs. Big Mac stiffened, grunting softly, but he didn't make much of a sound past that.

"Been a while since someone had your tool in hand?" he asked.

"Long time."

"Bet you wish that you had someone softer than me."

"You're - mmmph - doing a pretty good job..."

The horse probably didn't want to have a male, but probably knew that this was too good a deal to pass up. Someone to get him off, someone to bless the orchard to make it better? Oh, he'd probably let an ugly man do this if it would give him that sort of break.

Draconicon clenched his fists a bit tighter around that dick, pulling it up a bit more firmly. Big Mac groaned under him, the stallion biting his lip quietly as his cock was forced to get harder and harder, rising more and more off of the stallion's belly. Soon, it was stiff as a rod, pointing towards the heavens.

But it wasn't as hard as it could be, and the dragon knew that he had a long way to go before it was at a state where he would be happy to let it cum.

He spat on the cock proper this time, rubbing it in with his fingers, keeping everything nice and slick as he gave the best handjob he could. The thick shaft had risen to a full foot and four inches, standing out like a proper stud cock. He grinned as he rubbed his thumb just under the head, cupping it with his other hand.

Oh, the stallion liked that. Big Mac grunted, trying to thrust despite the restraints he was in, trying to grind the head of his cock against the dragon's hand that much further.

"Mmmph...whatcha doing to me?"

"Giving you all the pleasure that I promised."

"Gonna cum...cum soon, if you don't stop."

"Oh, you think that, but you'll be surprised."

The black dragon had been working his hands along cocks for a long time, his own and others, and he knew what they could and couldn't take. They wanted to cum eagerly, early, wanted to blow their loads as soon as they were gripped, most of the time.

But did that mean that they had to? Not really.

He smiled as he channeled more of his magic into the stallion's shaft, forcing it to lose some connection with those nerves that would fire when it was time to cum. It wasn't a permanent disconnect, not a chastity spell, but rather one of temporary denial. He was good at cock milking, but he didn't want to risk a mistake in the process.

He kept his slow stroking going, one hand running up and down the shaft while the other teased the head. One stroke, two, three, always giving it a good little squeeze at the end to draw a shiver and a moan out of the big guy. One stroke, three, five, seven.

He kept working that cock good and hard, and it didn't take long before Big Mac was squirming in the ropes that held him down. The horse was panting hard, his balls churning, looking bigger than ever. His cock was oozing pre like mad, adding to the spit that the dragon kept applying to that big dick, and it was a slippery rod that kept thrusting through his fingers.

"Nnnngh!"

"Don't you worry. This is gonna be a big one when I let ya cum."

"Mmmph. So much...feels...good..."

"You're gonna feel even better by the time I'm done."

He changed up his strokes, getting his hands nice and wet before moving back to the base of the stallion's cock. One hand there, one just under the head. And then, he stroked...and twisted.

Big Mac gasped, arching his back in the ropes, trying and failing to thrust in the dragon's grip. Draconicon could feel the flesh sliding under his fingers, could feel the way that the horse was getting into it more than ever. The stallion had probably never had that sort of twisting, squeezing, milking feeling to his cock before, and seeing it throb before him, he knew that this was going to be something that the stallion never forgot.

Big Mac was completely wordless, the big stallion lost to his moans and whimpers of need. Oh, he had never expected to get something like this, clearly, but he was getting into it. Oh, he was really, really getting into it, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes rolled back in his head. Draconicon squeezed that shaft again, feeling the pulsing need running through it, feeling how it was so ready to cum.

Oh, if he allowed it, if he took the spell off, he was pretty sure that Big Mac would cum right then and there. He needed to, yeah. He had been more pent up than the dragon realized, and he could see those balls churning more and more, looking ever more swollen.

Let's make those a little bigger...

Draconicon let a bit more of his magic run through that shaft, pouring it down to the balls. As soon as they hit, he saw them expand, the loose skin of the leathery sack suddenly filling out, pushing forward. They didn't sag anymore, but rather pushed up from their own weight, drawing taut to the crotch before slowly falling down again, pulling down as they grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger still.

Yes, you're going to make an explosion later, the dragon thought, his eyes closing to slits as he savored the sight. Yes, you're going to blow your load all over the room...and then never want to stop...

He would have chuckled, but it would have been a bit creepy. As it was, he let himself smile, his hands still moving in that twisting up and down motion along the stallion's shaft.

Big Mac was a wreck in the binding ropes, screaming now, no words, but raw emotion coming through clearly. He needed to cum. He was begging to cum. He wanted to blow his load in any way that he could be allowed.

Draconicon smiled...and let go.

The horse panted, whinnying ferally as he hung from the ropes. His cock had grown, a few veins popping along the sides, the sheer hardness of that shaft showing through. Pre-cum rolled down the shaft like mad, soaking it, keeping it from drying out, and the dragon's hands had left a mark, not quite bruising the shaft, but definitely showing where he had been gripping it for the last...

He looked at the heavens. Judging by the sun's position, he had been edging the horse for a good forty-five minutes, maybe even as much as an hour. That was pretty impressive, all things considered.

Big Mac was panting for breath, trying to recover. Draconicon shook his head.

"I told you, I'm going to keep going until each of us finishes once. I'll make sure that you get all the help that you want after, but you're going to pay for it."

"Nnngh...how much...how much longer?"

"Well..."

Draconicon smiled, pulling his robe open. He ignored his own cock, pulling out a cock ring from his pocket. It was a simple black band, something that didn't seem to have any marks, but it would be nice and tight on that shaft.

"Let's see how long you can last, shall we?"

They were at it for over two hours, and Draconicon kept changing it up as he played with that big, fat horse cock. Sure, Shining Armor had been fun to dominate with his own cock, but this thing? It was the perfect fat cock to play with, to tease, to push someone to think of above all else.

He worked it with his hands for the first hour, and then, when Big Mac was almost beyond thought, he leaned in and started using his tongue. The flavor of horse pre wasn't too bad, a little thick, a little salty, but nothing unpleasant. He licked from the base of the shaft all the way to the tip, and the stallion's fading struggles came back with a vengeance.

Oh, he worked it hard with his tongue and hands, licking along the bulge on the bottom all the way to the dripping urethra. He lapped around the head, squeezing hard just under the tip to make it as sensitive as possible before letting go and allowing it to recover again. At all times, he kept stroking, forcing that cock to get harder and harder.

The combined denial measures of the ring and his spell had forced the dick to swell, getting thicker and even an inch or two longer. Big Mac probably had the biggest stud stick in Equestria at this point, well and truly too big for any mare to take comfortably, but that was fine. If the dragon had his way, this dick would be fucking things better than mare pussy, anyway.

He pulled his head back from the tip, having been sucking it into his throat for the last ten minutes. Big Mac whimpered, his head tilted to the side, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to keep himself together.

Draconicon smiled, running his finger along the underside of the shaft. The red stallion gasped again, arching his back.

"Please...please..."

"You want to cum?"

"I can't...oh Celestia..."

"Heh, you want to cum?"

"Uh-huh."

"How many times?"

"Nnngh...I don't...I don't..."

"How many times?"

"As many...as I can..."

Heh, that didn't take long.

"And I still get my one?" he asked as he stroked that shaft slowly, teasing right under the head, keeping it nice and well-edged. Oh, it was begging to go over the edge, now, begging to cum so bad. It wanted to be made into a good little plaything, a sex toy that was eager to blow whenever it was asked.

Draconicon pinched under the head, giving it a lick across the tip. The stallion whinnied in desperation.

"Do I still get my one?"

"As much as you want! Let me cum!"

"Heh...As...you wish..."

He released the spell. It wasn't enough on its own, though. The ring had to come off, and he wasn't going to do this with that fat cock facing towards the sky.

Turning Big Mac around so that he faced towards the earth, Draconicon smiled as he got a good view of those balls and that ass again. Those fat orbs had grown even bigger, getting big enough to be too large for a stallion to walk around with. He imagined that Big Mac would never empty them, not properly, and all the spells and conditioning that he had put the stallion through had probably pushed them to the point where they would fill faster than any balls had the right to.

At the same time, he imagined that was going to be half the fun.

Draconicon gripped the ring at the base of the shaft, twisting it back and forth. Big Mac gasped for breath, humping his hips forward ever so slightly.

"Ah ah. No moving."

"Need...need to..."

"Not yet."

The dragon smiled as he dragged the ring down, pulling it along that sensitive, slippery cock flesh. The stallion's rod had become nothing more than a toy for him, by now, a toy that was going to become more and more obedient the more that it was played with.

Draconicon dragged the ring down, his other hand rubbing along the shaft proper, keeping it nice and eager. The balls churned, rising and lowering, pulling up and then dropping down as the ring kept them from getting let loose just yet. He smiled as the flow of pre turned into a waterfall, drooling down to the orchard.

In truth, he had already blessed the orchard. He had done it through blessing the stallion's balls, turning them into the best fertilizer that the orchard could ever want. Every orgasm would make a single tree more fruitful than it had ever been, ten or even fifteen times as good as its best year.

And now, the horse was going to find out just how good it felt to cum his brains out.

"Ready?" the black dragon asked.

"Nnngh. Yes."

"Then...cum!"

He yanked the ring off, tugging the shaft as hard as he could. Big Mac screamed, arching his back, his tail flicking up, his ass cheeks clenching as he came.

It was a magnificent show, the seed splattering all over the earth, turning it to mud on contact. One long, strong spurt rather than a single string of seed being loosed. It was almost like the horse was pissing cum, shooting it out in long blasts rather than simple ropes. One squiiiiirt, two, three, four.

Big Mac didn't stop screaming, either, though that was partially because the dragon kept stroking him even through the orgasm. The sensitivity was probably driving him mad, but Draconicon didn't care. It was time for him to learn his place.

"Too much!"

"You said as much as you could."

"I can't!"

"Yes, you can."

Another orgasm followed on the heels of the first, the rapid stroking and thick mess along that shaft making it impossible for the stallion to hold back. Even as he tried to pull his hips back, the ropes kept him in place, kept that cock in easy reach. Draconicon kept stroking, kept milking his little stallion.

Two orgasms turned to three, then four, his hands never stopping, squeezing, stroking, twisting along the shaft. Whenever it seemed to slow down, he'd drop one hand to the head of the horse's cock, polishing along the tip, forcing that hyper-sensitive pleasure through him, making it so that he couldn't stop. Big Mac's voice was rising higher and higher, his screams wearing down on his voice.

He grinned as the shaft kept throbbing, the orgasms coming faster and faster rather than slower and slower. Sensitivity was going up, just as he had hoped, the body becoming conditioned to cum faster to avoid some of the discomfort that came from being over-stimulated. It wanted to keep itself safe, so it submitted to rapid orgasms that were normally beyond the capability of a male.

Draconicon kept stroking until his arms ached, milking out more than a dozen orgasms from that fat cock. He pulled his hand back, shaking loose the pre-cramp soreness, and grinned as he stood up behind the stallion.

Despite everything, those balls were still almost as big as they'd been before the orgasms had started, and they were starting to bloat out once more. The heavy orbs were no longer going to empty. They could only be drained enough to prevent an explosion from being over-full. The production just didn't stop anymore.

"Heh...you came hard."

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"What's the matter? Can't talk?"

"Nnn...nnnnope."

"Well, that's okay. You don't have to talk for this."

He smiled as he stroked his cock a few times, making sure that it was good and hard. After teasing Big Mac's dick for so long, he was looking forward to having the feeling of a nice, hot horse ass wrapped around his cock. There was something special about those rumps, something that always enticed him in a bit closer.

Slapping his dick against that raised pucker, he felt the stallion jump against him, the big guy looking back at him.

"You...you gonna fuck that?"

"Yep."

"Nnngh...never had that...before."

"You're going to have it more after this."

"What...what happened ta...ta one time?"

"Let's see if you want it to be just one afterward."

He lunged forward, and Big Mac gasped, kicking his booted legs as he was penetrated. Draconicon, however, only moaned.

It was a tight little hole between two large cheeks, and he was surprised at just how tight it was. He would have thought someone as relaxed as Big Mac would have experimented a little bit, but either that had been a long time ago, or the horse wasn't nearly as adventurous as he thought.

In any case, a nice, tight hole was just what he needed. He grabbed the ropes around the red stallion's hips, pulling him back and forth to meet his thrusts. Feeling the hot flesh parting for him, forcing his way in to spread it, had his cock throbbing already.

Better still, he could feel heavy horse balls beneath his own, feel them pulling up in impending climax. Each thrust seemed to make them pull up a bit further, make the stallion go a little tighter. Smirking, the dragon sped up, pulling on the ropes, making those muscular cheeks clap every time that he slammed in. Again, again, again, feeling that tight hole sucking on his dick and trying to get him off, feeling Big Mac stiffening up, trying to resist.

Until he no longer could.

There was no scream this time, the fuck probably driving the air out of the stallion's lungs, but Draconicon could hear the splut, splut, splut sounds of seed hitting the ground. He smirked, pulling out slowly, making sure that the horse could hear the sound of his dick sliding free. Big Mac groaned, sagging in the ropes, panting hard.

"Ugh...nnngh..."

"Feeling good?"

"Can't...can't stop..."

And it seemed like the latest orgasm was hitting the horse pretty hard. Thirty seconds in, and it was still going, the stallion twisting and shivering and shaking in his ropes. Another ten seconds went by, and then twenty, before it finally started tapering off at thirty. The puddle beneath that throbbing cock was a mess, mud and cum swirling together to make a puddle of debauched muck.

Draconicon shook his head at the horse, slapping his cock against that ass.

"I still haven't had my one."

"Nnnno?"

"Nope."

"Oh, Celestia..."

"Trust me. You're going to be saying her name a lot. Unless you still want me to stop?"

"Nnnnnope!"

The stallion's legs twitched, almost as if he was trying to close them around the dragon's hips, but the ropes were too strong. He grunted, almost whimpering as he pushed his ass up to show off his hole, already well-stretched by cock. He needed more, and he knew it.

Draconicon chuckled, shaking his head.

"I'll take you home with me...after we finish our work..."

After all, he still had to enjoy himself with what was hidden in those boots...

The End