Title:           The Line To The Bathroom (NSFW)
Author:          SitOnBooks
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First Edit:      Sunday 11th of August 2013 11:32:20 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 11th of August 2013 11:32:20 PM CDT

Gay pony sex ahead. Don't like it? Where do you think we are?
 
 
>Day engorgement in Equestria.
>ohfuckohfuckohfuck
>Here you were, trotting around the Ponyville marketplace, doing your usual fruit and vegetable shopping.
>You stop to examine the cabbages, thinking over what you were having tonight.
>All of a sudden you feel a sharp tingling sensation spread over your nether regions.
>A sensation that quickly gives rise to other sensations in the area.
>Even as your pupils shrink in horror, you feel yourself poke out of your sheath.
>Right here, in the middle of all these ponies, you are sporting your wood.
>And the worst thing is you do not even know why.
>Normally it is only the thought of male ponies you know that gets you hard.
>Especially that rough red stallion from the apple farm, unf.
>But you swear you weren't even looking this time.
>You drop to your haunches, quickly looking around to see if anyone has noticed.
>You quickly spot that other colts and stallions in the crowd are having the same problem.
>Many are panicking, others are fleeing in embarrassment.
>A lot of the mares are laughing, though some are shocked and quickly leaving the scene.
>The sight of so many engorging cocks makes your own give a needy throb.
>A nearby thin unicorn proclaims in a loud voice that this is a result of magic.
>It was hard to take him seriously with his splotched wang swinging in the air as he reared.
>Regardless, everyone seems to accept this.
>All that can run through your mind is the severe need to beat yourself off.
>Quickly you remember the nearby little colt's room.
>It was risky and dirty but the only nearby place where you could privately deal with yourself
>You quickly scuttle through the marketplace, keeping as low as possible to conceal your dangling cock.
>Your eyes, unfortunately, keep drawn to the many exposed swords of your fellow ponies.
>Some have completely disregarded morality and are on their asses, stroking themselves.
>The sight is nearly too much for you, as your balls give a weak twinge and begin to feel heavy.
>You speed up and finally round the corner and spot the public bathroom.
>Unfortunately, it seems you were not the only desperate male to have this idea.
>There is a long line of them, waiting to use the bathroom.
>Each and every one is facing away from you, eyes on the 3 cubicles.
>A few dance from hoof to hoof, others whimper and rock back and forth.
>Every tail is raised high, every butt aimed directly at you.
>Doughnut holes either wide or winking, hanging orbs that occasionally twitch or hike up near the sheath.
>And those long, long dicks. Splotched, black, cream, every form and shape you could ever imagine.
>How can your heart beat this loud and fast and not kill you?
>In an attempt to calm yourself, you try and take a deep breath, and your knees buckle.
>Clearly many of the colts in line were drippers, the ground sporting puddles of pre.
>The smell of the combined seed and musk of arousal hit you the moment you took that breath.
>In between the thuds of your heart, you hear the many muffled slaps of dicks hitting bellies, followed by soft groans of pain.
>Quivering, you pull yourself together and walk up to the end of the line.
>Inwardly you order yourself to focus. You are here for yourself, you just have to get rid of this erection and leave, that is all.
>Your eyes linger on the colt in front of you, he seems almost your age but taller.
>As such his swollen scrotum dangles right in front of your face, dotted in sweat and gently pulsing.
>You tear your gaze away, even as your cock gives a lurch and slaps your belly.
>Soft clops from behind you signal more ponies who have joined the queue.
>You can almost feel their eyes burning into your private area.
>You feel that if the unicorn was right, if this is a result of some spell, then the caster does not know of the hell they have created.
>The colt in front of you gently shifts his hind legs, squeezing his pucker and causing his balls to gently sway.
>They do not know of the hell they have created.
>The queue seems so long and full of ponies to you, no doubt your burning hardon making the wait feel so much longer.
>At intermittent moments, there is a lurch of movement as the line staggers forward.
>The movement is not co-ordinated, many colts suffering knee-lock from their engorged state.
>The line is then passed by the lucky stallion who had just finished using the bathroom, their head high and a satisfied smile on their face.
>Despite their glowing form, you notice that their cocks, whilst spent, had not receded.
>Either they were superb studs who could cum several times in an hour, or the magic was not letting them relax.
>Your inner thoughts are interrupted by a commotion further ahead of the line.
>Two stallions break out and fall to the side, rolling in the puddles of precum.
>At first you believe they are fighting, until you spot their lips furiously locked together.
>You feel your nostrils dilate as the larger of the two pins the other on their back, their lengths furiously rubbing.
>The sight of the frotting causes many of those in the queue to shift and whimper.
>The colt in front of you squeezes his glutes together once again, the sight becoming worryingly familiar to you.
>Your own cock is not faring much better. You were shocked earlier to feel a small drop form on the tip and fall to the ground underneath you.
>You were never a dripper, yet here you were.
>All the while you can feel the stares on your backside.
>No doubt many of the newcomers behind you were oogling your private area.
>The very thought makes your orbs twinge.
>And yet, you realise, this is why you are here.
>You could have easily ran home, locked yourself in your house, and spanked your donkey till the sun set.
>Instead you chose to go here, a bathroom that was available to any colt who suddenly had an erection.
>You were now a voyeur, a dirty pony who wanted his scrotum scrutinized, his cock checked out.
>The thought is disgusting, and yet arousing.
>You could have left the line anytime, but you have not.
>You must admit to yourself, you want this pressure, this long painful wait, with all these other males and their glorious lengths.
>The stallions frotting outside of the line seemed to be reaching a quick climax.
>Their cocks blur, helped by being lubricated by so much precum.
>The pony on top throws his head back as he climaxes, ecstasy etched into his face.
>His cum splatters the muzzle of his partner, who quickly laps up as much of it as he can.
>A quick murmur of words is exchanged between the two, and the top pony shifts backwards slightly.
>He quickly dives his head, taking in the entire length of his companion.
>The queue avidly watches, groans and muffled slaps audible.
>You feel yourself staring intently, almost drooling.
>It is not long before the bottom stallion grunts and arches his hips.
>His partner is unprepared, spilling several globs of cum before remembering to swallow.
>The spectacle over, the two stand on shaky hooves and walk away from the bathroom.
>Your heart jolts a little as they pass and you hear them talk.
>"I was thinking, maybe, we should move in together. That is, if you want to, honey..."
>An emotional gasp and exchanged kiss is his answer.
>You turn to watch them go, their rumps swaying together, semi-flaccid cocks swinging, heads nuzzling.
>The spark of love in the sea of lust almost pushes you over, and you furiously clench your eyes shut to exert your control.
>You do not want to cum, not yet, not when the line is so long, and you have so far to go.
>And yet the pressure within your balls, within your swollen shaft, is becoming very uncomfortable.
>The line shifts, and you are forced to open your eyes and walk forward.
>The bathroom does not seem any closer since you joined the queue.
>Whether this is a good or bad thing is undecided in your mind.
>The minutes pass bit by bit, the tension and musk in the atmosphere unrelenting.
>Your balls feel heavier by the second, their weight causing them to bounce between your hind legs and sheath, each bounce giving off a twinge that shoots through your body.
>You feel that if looked between your legs right now, what you would see would be unrecognizable.
>Worse than imagining your own engorged genitalia is being given a front row seat to the colt in front of you.
>In between squeezing together his taut cheeks, his balls were also getting full and swinging more avidly.
>You could almost pinpoint his moans, a low throaty keen that coincided with his orbs lightly hitching.
>You are seized with the sudden urge to see him cum.
>He has subjected you to his display all this time, why shouldn't you see the grand finale?
>Despite his constant keening and throbbing, however, your friend appears to have excellent control.
>What if he reaches the bathroom and you never get to see him lose control?
>The sudden need to do something, to seize control, fills you up so much it almost blots out the pressing need to satisfy yourself.
>Do you dare? Would he mind? Would anyone?
>Slowly, you inch out your neck, moving your face closer and closer to the colt in front.
>His musk fills your nose, driving your need higher. The beads of sweat are clearer, their paths traced down over his orbs.
>Gently, slowly, you exhale over his taint.
>Instantly your subject squeaks, his balls tightening, his doughnut shrinking, his rear quivering.
>You continue to breath in and out, inches away from him.
"C-Can I?"
>The words exit your mouth before you were even aware of saying them. Were you always this forward?
>From your vantage point, you see the colt's head bob quickly.
>"Y-yes...please..."
>With your permission granted, you press your lips against his sack, sealing your fate to see this poor colt cum.
>Gently you run your tongue up and down, keeping your movements simple, refusing to rush the moment.
>Each drag of your tongue elicits whimpers and gasps from your subject.
>The feel of his balls hiking up underneath your mouth feels so good.
>You continue your slow methods until you feel ready to move on, smoothing your lips further up his taint until you reach his pucker.
>Mind clear of any complaints or worries, you bury your mouth within his doughnut.
>The colt writhes and shivers underneath you, his squeaks becoming louder as your tongue enters his most private area.
>You can feel many eyes upon you as you rim this complete stranger.
>You can feel their eyes on your own ass, tail high, balls and cock swinging as you gently sway during your ministrations.
>Gradually your subject's moans and breaths grow shorter.
>Withdrawing from his hole, ignoring his winks of protest, you see his balls continually shifting up to his sheath, his long cream cock flaring and slapping against his belly.
>Sure now that he is about to cum, you cup a hoof to his balls, gently stroking and coaxing them.
>Your work does its job and the colt practically squeals, his balls fully stationary and taint pulsing.
>His cock pulses with each fire of his seed, each load of seed hitting the ground with a crude sound.
>The climax lasts long, longer than you believe possible, and yet you take it all in.
>Gradually, his balls droop and the cum dribbles to a halt.
>The colt heaves a long moan and collapses in his own puddle, gently breathing out sighs.
>With your mission successful, your own arousal returns to your senses with a blow.
>Immediately you are aware of how hard and painful your own cock is, how full and tender your orbs feel, how much your hole wants to be filled.
>As you resign yourself to more torture within the line, you feel a hoof pat your flank.
>You slowly turn to see a large stallion behind you.
>Judging from his white coat and breastplate, he is one of the royal guards who wander the town on patrol.
>His helmet lies discarded at his feet, no doubt because of the amount of sweat dripping from his brow.
>His face, usually a stone mask devoid of emotion as with all guards, is completely animated.
>His eyes continually run over your form, his nostrils fully flared, the tip of his tongue running over his lips occasionally.
>Your gaze slowly lowers to the long pulsing cock visible between his legs.
>You realise he must have been standing behind you all this time, with a complete view of your private area.
>And he just watched you pleasure another pony.
>You merely look at him over your shoulder, your back end still fully presented to him.
>Eventually he opens his mouth but chokes on the words, unable to break past his royal training.
>From his continual glances at your butt, you are pretty confident in knowing what he wants.
>And, with a sudden flush through your body, you know you want it too.
>Wordlessly, you slowly lower your front end of your body, keeping your eyes fixed upon the guard behind you.
>Your movement does the trick, and his eyes shrink even further as they clap on your hindquarters.
>You are now fully presenting, your chin almost brushing the ground, rear legs braced and slightly quivering.
>When his eyes return to yours, you try to give a reassuring smile.
>You can just imagine his view, your curved raised behind, hole winking and ready to be taken, heavy orbs begging to be milked.
>It is not long before his control breaks and he inches forward.
>Your breath bursts out of you as you feel his mouth caress your sack, unaware that you were holding it in the first place.
>His heavenly tongue begins to bathe your orbs, often cupping one and drawing it into his hot mouth.
>The pleasure of being touched is almost unbearable, as if sparks were running from your swollen nuts all the way to the tip of your cock.
>After he appears to have finished tending to your balls, his mouth travels up, tracing a line along your taint and to your waiting doughnut.
>Moans fill your ears as he mimics your previous moves on the sated colt in front of you, tonguing and nuzzling your anus.
>It is a while before you realise the moans are your own.
>Suddenly the object caressing your hole withdraws, and the heat of the guard's face is gone.
>You strain your rear end upwards in protest, the need to feel physical contact in every breathy whine you make.
>There is a chink of armor and a thud, and two hooves now press into your glutes, rubbing them slowly, passing over your cutie mark in gentle circles.
>As you moan at the renewed contact, the hooves slowly slide down to the ground.
>The chest of the guard brushes against your tail, his hooves slowly inching forward.
>Your mouth begins to fill in anticipation as he slowly draws his body over yours in a full mount.
>Your partner grunts above you as his member brushes yours, the sudden contact sending bolts through both of you.
>Understanding, you lower your rump further, making yourself more accessible.
>You can only imagine the sight of the two of you, his heavy long cock ready to enter your lubricated ass.
>You close your eyes, your whole body straining to feel the intrusion.
>The guardspony is now fully mounting you, his head lowered to a position near your own, his hot breath fanning your ear.
>"I-I'm s-sorry, citizen." He mumbles, his voice quivering with need.
>Your only response is to arch further against him, your willingness apparent.
>Gradually the guard slides backwards, aligning himself with your waiting winking entrance.
>Finally you feel the first touch of the head of his cock against you, the very contact causing your head to buzz.
>The pressure is increased, your tight sphincter slowly giving against your partner's approach.
>You both gasp as the head of his stallionhood slips past your ring, what little resistance you had to the mating finally gone.
>With a snort, the guard inches further forward, pushing his meat further inside of you.
>You cannot help but pant in short breaths as your mind focuses entirely on the feeling of his length sliding past your willing doughnut and against your inner walls.
>No doubt concerned for your well being, the guard takes it slow, keeping his need in check.
>His thick cock slowly drives in and out of you, the depth of the penetration increasing with each stroke, testing both you and him.
>Finally with a grunt, he hilts himself fully inside of you, the heat of his own large balls against your own.
>Stars explode behind your eyelids as you feel every glorious inch of him, your breath catching as you feel him pulse against your walls.
>You mumble into the ground, pleading for more, involuntarily clenching your stretched hole around him.
>With a groan, your partner complies and begins moving in and out of you again.
>Every time you feel his flare hit the deepest part of you, your breath catches and pleasure shoots through your entire system.
>Your tight hole begins to work its magic, and the guard picks up the pace, driving himself long and hard into you.
>The noise of many whimpers and belly slaps behind you provides a backdrop against the slap of his balls against yours and both your moans filling the air
>Your legs begin to jitter with strain as your partner slams himself to the hilt inside of you over and over again.
>Suddenly he hunches over you, pushing himself deep as he yells incoherently.
>You feel his hot seed begin to fill you up, every shot accompanied with a twitch of his cock.
>It proves too much for you and you yell as well, the pressure inside you reaching maximum.
>Your orbs hike and a series of uncontrollable twitches seize your cock, causing it to slap against your stomach with every shot of cum.
>Even as you empty yourself onto the ground, your own ass continues to be filled.
>Gradually your own spurts recede, coating a film of bliss over your mind and causing pleasure to continue to ricochet throughout your body.
>The guard finally finishes, his body weight increasing as he loses his strength in his legs.
>The sudden shift in pressure on top of you finally proves too much for your poor hind legs, and you both collapse onto the ground.
>You are aware of the warm sticky feeling of your own puddle of cum underneath you, yet do not feel the need to move just yet.
>The muzzle of the guard brushes against your ear, eliciting a satisfied sigh from you.
>You both lay there, his softening form still inside of you, content in the afterglow of relieving yourselves of the intense arousal.
>Slowly, you begin exchanging words, finally meeting each other, exchanging names.
>Eventually the topic of moving from the current position is reached, and the guard gingerly dismounts you.
>As his form exits your hole, you feel his seed spill out, gently sliding down your taint.
>Your eyes shoot open as you feel his tongue brush away the cum, almost as an apology for making the mess.
>You both stand and turn to face each other, wearing awkward smiles despite the intimate passion you had both shared.
>Taking the initiate, you press your lips to his in a gentle kiss, which he quickly reciprocates.
>You both depart the queue, whether to return to your house or his, you do not know.
>what you do know, as you gently bump against him in familiarity, is that this could be the start of something.
>And, as you feel your own cock gently sway underneath you as you walk, the end is not in sight yet.