(For sidekick) (Orgasm control/denial, underwear, non-penetrative group sex)
 
>you are Soarin'
>it's Friday night
>but not just any Friday night
>tonight is the semifinal round of the “competition”
>you know
>the town-wide one the local stallions had thrown together a few weeks ago
>it was a simple idea, really
>whoever can go the longest without cumming wins
>that stallion would be recognized as the manliest pony in town
>in a female-dominated society, masculinity is everything
>and you were gonna prove yourself if it was the last thing you did
>in fact, you were so focused on the competition that you hardly noticed your arousal at all
>most of the time anyway
>nights were harder for you
>literally
>those quiet nights you had to yourself were the worst
>as if it had a will of its own, your cock would stiffen
>just begging to be touched
>to be stroked
>your wings would slowly unfurl, straining from the tension
>how heavy your balls would feel
>how they would sway as you walked
>dully aching with need
>but you were stronger than that
>you had too much pride riding on this
>so you took cold shower after cold shower until your boner went down
>you actually think you've gotten pretty good at controlling yourself
>even if it has been three and a half weeks
>but finally, the night to prove yourself had come
>so at 9 PM sharp, you showed up at the Apple family's unused barn
>most of the other stallions had already arrived
>some of them were already sporting hard erections
>you laughed to yourself
>no wonder you made it this far this easily
>these ponies had no self-control
>but you were much manlier than that
>within a few minutes, the last of them had arrived, and you were ready to start
>the rules were quite simple
>the stallion being challenged that night had a cushy pile of hay he would lay on
>face up, of course
>the rest of the ponies in attendance would have an hour to do whatever they could to make that stallion cum
>fondling, groping, stroking, sucking
>you name it
>but, that would have been too easy for them if that was all
>so there you lay
>a bright blue pair of boxers tightly plastered to your crotch
>if you could make it for that hour, you would win
>it was just a measly hour
>you were confident in yourself
>you weren't even hard yet
>even though the boxers were feeling nice against your stallionhood
>against your slightly swollen balls
>you shook your head
>it's much too early to be distracted
>the crowd of maybe 20 ponies stood, surrounding you now
>many of them were eying you lustfully
>hard cocks slapping against their bellies
>you hear a voice from the crowd
>Big Macintosh is holding a small kitchen timer
>”Is everypony set?”
>you nod
>he twists the dial back to one hour
>”Good luck, Soarin'. Ah think you're gonna need it~”
>wasting no time, a brown Earth pony was the first to step up
>he lays himself down between your legs, his head resting just below your crotch
>he quietly sniffs at your junk, nose rubbing against your balls
>he eyes you with a grin
>his tongue, flat and warm, slowly runs itself against those tight boxers
>you can feel him reach your balls, licking softly
>getting every inch he can
>you try and stifle a groan
>you hadn't realized how achingly sore your balls were
>or how good it would feel to have them licked
>you curse under your breath as you feel your dick starting to poke out of your sheath
>spurred on by your signs of arousal, the rest of the crowd starts to take action
>a red pegasus and a blue unicorn sit down on opposite sides of your crotch
>their throbbing erections pointed right at you
>the unicorn lights his horn up
>white streams of magic are slowly running up and down your inner thighs
>the pegasus is more direct
>his hooves are stroking your hardening length
>against your wishes, your boxers are starting to tent
>the thick, flared head of your cock in particular is making a large bulge
>the red hooves coax it, trying to get it all out
>another pegasus approaches from your left
>he's kneeling next to you
>his hooves slowly trace the contours of your muscled chest
>even though he doesn't have any of your junk to tease, he seems content
>the thin line of pre leaking from his cock is evidence enough of that
>you're about to laugh at his lack of control when suddenly you feel a pony lay next to your head
>you turn as Big Macintosh slowly leans down to your ear
>”Ah bet you're thinking you're ah pretty tough pony, huh?~”
>he's whispering seductively
>”Ah mean, just look at all of us”
>you lean your head up and take a look around
>the rest of the stallions that couldn't fit around you were standing around you in a circle
>there wasn't a single one of them that wasn't hard now
>many were slowly rubbing their cocks with their hooves
>smearing copious amounts of pre
>”See how aroused they all are by ya?
>You're puttin' on quite a show, after all...
>But you're just fine, ain't ya?
>Ah bet you can hardly feel it at all
>That wet tongue
>All those hooves, caressing you
>That nice unicorn's magic, strokin' your thighs...
>You're too much of a real stallion fer that, ain't ya?”
>you grunt in reply to Mac's teasing, rolling your eyes
>sure, this felt good
>well
>maybe a little more than good
>but this wasn't--
>”But this ain't enough to make you cum, huh?”
>Mac is grinning mischievously
>shit
>you never could hide much from him
>Big Macintosh reaches a hoof down to your underwear
>he presses it against the tip of your now-straining bulge
>he rubs a small circle into your cock, and pulls his hoof away
>a large rope of pre is dangling from it
>”Maybe it isn't enough
>But you're damn excited anyways~”
>Mac looks you dead in the eyes
>he brings his hoof to his mouth
>your pre still dripping from it
>in an exaggerated fashion, he licks it off
>moaning lasciviously as he tastes your arousal
>you can't help but watch
>a very large blush forming on your cheeks
>you're suddenly very aware of the ponies tending to you
>the brown earth pony in between your legs is taking your balls in his mouth now
>he can't do much with your boxers in the way
>but he still manages to get most of his mouth around each tender nut
>sucking gently
>flicking his tongue across them
>the friction from the wet fabric is only making things worse
>the red pegasus and blue unicorn give each other a look
>you don't like that look
>they both stop their stimulation
>their eyes locking, they come in for a deep kiss
>but they don't stop there
>they start lowering their heads
>their muzzles are inches away from the tip of your cock head
>straining against the tight blue fabric
>the pre leaking from you now leaving a large stain after Mac disturbed it
>the unicorn licks his lips at the sight
>nodding to each other, they come in for another kiss
>your cock in the middle this time
>you can hardly resist bucking your hips as their lips touch
>they've got you right in between them
>their tongues running over your cock
>their lips meeting at the tip
>moaning sensually as they taste you on each other
>spurred on by another large drop of pre forming
>they drop all subtlety and practically devour your shaft
>the blue fabric is so soaked, it's practically skin-tight
>you can't help but moan loudly at their attention
>unable to hold them back, your wings shoot out from under you
>the pegasus at your side eyes them playfully
>he takes a hoof off your chest
>the other still rubbing circles over your taut muscles
>he gently starts caressing one of your wings
>it shudders from the attention
>pegasi wings are ever so sensitive, after all
>you're panting gently now
>cheeks crimson red
>why did this have to feel so good?
>you were so masculine
>so strong
>you went this long without cumming
>three and a half fucking weeks!
>this should be nothing for you
>thankfully, your thoughts are interrupted
>one of the stallions in the crowd is moaning quite loudly
>you see his hoof working furiously at his hard shaft
>thick ropes of cum shooting off indiscriminately
>painting the floor a delicious off-white
>you hold in the pitiful moan you desperately wanted to let loose
>you feel Mac pressing his lips against your ear
>you nearly forgot he was there
>”Looks good, ah reckon
>Doesn't it, Soarin'?~
>Ah bet you want to cum so badly...
>Just look at how much that poor stallion is enjoying himself!
>You've had to go so long without anythin' yourself...
>Why don't you just give in?”
>before you can answer, he gently nibbles on the tip of your ear
“Oh, fuck!”
>you can't help bucking your hips upward this time
>the stallions servicing your member take it in stride
>they start licking and kissing faster
>moving their mouths up and down with your cock
>the brown stallion at your balls has a hoof firmly pressed against them
>his tongue now slowly licking the base of your hard shaft
>your boxers are completely soaked now
>a slightly sticky combination of pre and saliva coating them
>the extra friction is driving you crazy...
>Mac notices your turmoil
>he moves his mouth down to your neck
>he gently sucks and nibbles at the sensitive area
>”C'mon now, Soarin'...
>All these ponies are here to satisfy you...
>Why don't ya let us?
>Who cares if you're manlier or not...
>Just let all that warm cum out...”
 
 
 
BAD END
>you try and talk, but you can only stammer
“B-But...I! I can hold it! I'm a real stallion!”
>Mac whispers to you in between his suckling at your neck
>”Ah real stallion?
>Ah don't think so
>Just look at ya!”
>he was right
>the passionate kissing on your cock
>the pressure on your aching balls
>the gentle stroking of your sensitive wings
>it was driving you wild, and you knew it
>your cock was swelling
>getting thicker
>the pleasure was getting to you
>everypony in attendance could tell
>as your hips bucked
>as you couldn't hold back your lustful moans
>some of them were furiously rubbing themselves off
>others were being sucked off by the particularly horny stallions
>the looks of pleasure they had were unbearably arousing
>the way their cocks twitched and throbbed as they came hard
>”If you were ah real stallion, this wouldn't bother you so much~
>Stop pretending, Soarin'.”
>you open your mouth to weakly protest
>but Mac quickly places a hoof over your mouth
>he leans in close to your ear one last time
>”You're not a real stallion, Soarin'
>So cum
>Cum for us
>Cum like the weakling you are.”
>you moan desperately into Mac's hoof
>you feel the pleasure surging through you
>you violently buck your hips upwards
>orgasm hits, and you can't move
>the pleasure is too intense
>your cock throbs and strains against the tight fabric of your blue boxers
>your cum shoots, the underwear catching most of it
>dripping down your shaft slowly
>staining the fabric
>what leaks out of the top is quickly lapped up by the red and blue ponies
>still desperately kissing through your orgasm
>you feel every drop of your seed being coaxed out by the pony at your balls
>your orgasm seems to last forever
>but finally
>mercifully
>it stops
>you try and catch your breath
>you didn't realize you were panting so hard
>Mac quickly enters your field of vision again
>the condescending look pierces right through you
>he's laughing at you
>”Look how the 'manly' pony ended up
>Cumming like a little bitch for all of us
>Ah bet you honestly thought you'd make it, huh?
>Too bad.”
>the kitchen timer rings out loudly
>what should have been the sound of victory only mocks you now
>”Ya came so far, only to fail
>It's only fittin', ya know
>You're only a wimp
>Just like all the others.”
>you can't look him in the eyes anymore
>not after you failed so horribly
>”You lose.”
 
 
 
GOOD END
>you jerk your head away from Mac's touch
>you look him dead in the eye
>a confident grin is playing about your lips
“Did you really think I'd fall for that?”
>you buck your hips purposefully, for emphasis
>the ponies on your cock still greedily lapping away
“This might be enough for some of you weaker stallions
But I'm a real man, and this is nothing!”
>Mac chuckles to himself
>”Ah-”
>without warning, the kitchen timer rings loudly
>Mac's expression quickly sours
>yours, meanwhile, grows smug and excited
>”Ah fuck. Ah guess that means you made it.”
>the stallions tending to you in their various positions groan
>the rest of the onlooking crowd sheepishly looks at you
>painfully aware of how quickly they had given in
>yet
>you're not sure if they all could tell or not
>but you were getting pretty close there
>not that it mattered now
>you just proved to all these stallions
>no
>to all these colts
>how much of a man you really were
>you can hardly contain your smug grin
>you shakily get back to your hooves
>traces of pleasure still running through your cock
>a quick look down tells you that gigantic bulge you're sporting won't go down any time soon
>Big Macintosh eyes it and gives you a mischievous look of his own
>”Ah have to admit, you did better than ah thought you would
>Ah thought for sure we'd have that thick cock of yours shootin' off
>But you sure showed us, didn't ya?”
>he slowly walks behind you
>he reaches underneath you
>he gently runs his hoof against your still-hard shaft
>you shudder a little from the touch
>”Final round is a month from today.”
>you barely hold back your surprised protests
>you just proved yourself a man to all these ponies
>you couldn't show any weakness now
>”What's another month, right?”
>you groan internally
“Pff...another month is nothing to a real man like me...”
>Mac smiles at this
>he quickly runs his tongue over your covered balls
>swollen and aching with need
>”Ah hope you like cold showers~”