The air was crisp and clean in the tiled room. Big Mac's first impression was that of a hotel lobby, polished to a mirror shine that bespoke decadence. With boots polished to a mirror shine, black jacket over a perfectly tailored red shirt for his incredibly broad frame, and black dress pants to complete the picture, he was as well dressed as he could possibly be, and yet he was still outdressed by many others involved in today's celebration.
He didn't hate opulence. Money was always good to have, and going to a hotel for the weekend was one of his secret pleasures. No worries about the farm, or chores or nothin'. Free continental breakfast and pools all around! Granted, even if this was a hotel, it would still be well out of his price range, but although he didn't mind where he was in his comfy chair, others still sunk into their roles with fantastic ease.
"Buttoned down instead of black tie affair?" Shining Armor asked. Mac let his coat go unbuttoned and flow loosely over his shirt, even going so far as to leave it untucked. Granted, he looked nice, but if he was going to look nice, he was going to look comfortable while doing it. Shining on the other hand looked like a soldier dressed in his best. Back from a tour, he wore polished black military shoes and a three button coat over a snazzy blue undershirt.
"Just tryin' to enjoy mahself," Mac said and turned a glass of ginger ale. Alcohol had been provided, but he never had the taste for it. Strangely, no one else was trying to indulge in alcohol all that much, even to steel their nerves. He supposed they all needed a clear head in order to survive the night. He wasn't even sure how many challengers they had to face before claiming tonight's prize, but it didn't sound like that many. Given the number here, if a few challengers were going to weed out all but one of them, he'd need every edge he could get.
"I understand. I am a little nervous myself."
Didn't look like it. Shining's breath was steady and the martini in his glass wasn't shaking. He didn't look like he even touched it.
'Tryin' to pull the wool over mah eyes and look weak already?'
Possibly. He filed that away for later.
He recognized a few other Canterlot alumni milling about. Timber Spruce from the old camp was chatting up the Snips and Snails boys. Mister Cake joined Blueblood's circle of Fancypants and Filthy Rich, but couldn't make out their conversation from across the room. Flash Sentry and Trenderhoof were talking with half the sports teams from across town in the squashy couches dotting the corner closest to the bar. Some of them were already popping stiffies in their trousers in anticipation for the night's coming iron man challenge. Oh, this would be fun, but it would also be a hell of a lot of work.
Most eyes drifted towards the far oak door, pondering what lay beyond. Everyone seemed to avoid the door, walking around it like it was shielded by some sort of bubble. Soarin looked at the door with a mix of confidence and cool that was rarely seen among the group. Coat open, shoulders relaxed. He looked every bit the hotshot airman that he was with his glasses firmly afixed. He was the one other that Big Mac's eyes drifted to for an entirely unstudious reason. He was a little smaller than most, but there was something appealing about the wanton swagger the pilot seemed to ooze. Mac glanced at the package between Soarin's legs, curious about what he would see, and a little embarrassed about how much he wanted to see it.
The door opened.
Glasses settle and chatter stopped. Heads turned.
What walked through the door was nothing short of a goddess, or perhaps a devil once Mac stopped to examine her more closely. She was an ebony-skinned beauty clad in a skin-tight acid-green evening dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were less breasts and more perfectly full orbs that jiggled with each step she took. Her dress was cut deliberately to give viewers as much few of her fantastic cleavage and left her back entirely bare. He could see a well muscled back bared to the room, even though most eyes stopped to drink in her long legs that seemed to keep on going. With wide, childbearing hips and a butt that seemed to move of its own accord, she was the very definition of female beauty.
It was the eyes. As the woman scanned the room, she scanned the room with her impossibly deep turquoise eyes and a distinct unsettling feeling crept into his bones. He was used to being gawked at for his bulk and the large outline in his pants. This was something a little different. It wasn't a sexual hunger or even lewd imagination, but... hunger.
"Gentlemen!" Whatever it was, it cleared up as her cherubic voice bounced off the marbled floor. He stood up and dusted himself off a little. Best to make as best impression as he could. "I guess you can call me your hostess for the night. I suspect you're all be too busy to worry about little, old me, so my name doesn't matter. Everyone had their fill of food and drink?"
"Certainly, my lovely lady. My compliments to you," piped up Fancypants as he finished off his drink.
The hostess giggled, but Mac wasn't sure it was because of the complement. "Oh, a charmer! That will get you only so far here, but it doesn't hurt your prospects. Now," she clapped her hands together. "I won't insult any of you and question whether you know what's about to occur, but there are a few rules to outline before we begin tonight's festivities.
"So many here to earn a chance at a great prize. So many reasons. Respect," her eyes lingered on Fancypants.
"Prestige." Blueblood was next in line.
"Challenge." Soarin gave her a smirk, which she returned.
"Honor." Shining straightened and set down his glass.
"Family." Her eyes lingered on him for an uncomfortably long time.
"Regardless of your reasons," she continued, "I am here to corral those who don't make the cut and deal with those that break the rules, courteously invited by our gracious Luna and Celestia."
"Sounds like losing might be a little fun in its own right," Soarin said jovially.
The hostesses smile widened and the crowd of men stirred a little as they saw her fangs. "For me," she said quietly.
For whatever the reason, Soarin didn't back down from the fae. It earned him a smoky look from the woman. From the few hardening crotches, a few more were intrigued by the prospect. Big Mac begged to differ.
"Now we have five challengers for you today. Given we have almost two dozen participants, odds are in your favor. However, I have personally vetted a few of them myself and I am certain that the coming trials will be more than sufficient to weed out the unskilled lovers until only one remains. Tonight is a five course bacchanalian! I hope none of you are prudes, because you're going to be seeing a lot of butts and man-tackle, and I don't want to get cheap table scraps when I drag rule breakers out of the room. Anyone that breaks the rules must survive a night with me."
Soaring took a step forward and lifted his glasses. "I'm sure I can spare time for winning this contest and making you scream my name."
"Careful little boy," she groaned. "I bite."
"I'll bite if you ask nice," he shot back.
"Just careful of those teeth with my dick in your mouth." Shining clapped Soarin on the shoulder.
Jesus, the room was filled with the scent of male arousal already and this wasn't helping matters.
The hostess laugher run like the peel of a bell. "Hahaha! I think I'll enjoy this night regardless! But I must continue. Five challengers. Those present must be active participants in the orgy. Your challengers pleasure must take precedence over your own, and if there is no room to actively engage with the challenger, you are to please each other. Should I deem anyone not performing up to par, they are summarily disqualified from the contest and be my playthings until dawn. So far only one of you has amused me enough to not make this an immediately unpleasant affair. The challenger is considered defeated upon their sexual exhaustion. I assure you this will be more difficult than you may realize, especially if you do not take an active role in pleasing each other.
"You may use anything at your disposal to please the challenger, yourselves, or each other. Each room will be different, but each is customized for the challenger, so don't expect there to always be something available to use. After all, you're all equipped with mouths, hands, and a perfectly fillable ass. You're all on equal footing and have your technique and tricks to fall back on. You'll need them.
"Upon defeat of a challenger, the room is considered clear and all I have not failed are allowed to continue to the next room. If you're reaching your peak, feel free to finish off. It makes no difference to me. You are allowed a momentary rest between rooms, but do not expect too generous of a reprieve. Refractory period is also something that will be tested, and that will be important for the victor to claim their prize. Canterlot is home to some, shall we say, unusual people. Some of them are extraordinarily difficult to please, so this five part test of your skills is to weed out those incapable of pleasing women that have seen and done so much to make the most depraved blush. If you hope to have the honor of fathering a child with a goddess, you will have to work for it. Any questions?"
The room was silent. She must have taken that as no questions, but Big Mac was pondering her words. He always suspected that there was something otherworldly or supernatural with Celestia and Luna, but she seemed to hint that there were more, likely including herself in that list.
"Wonderful! Enough with the formalities, let the night officially begin!"
She gestured behind her to the open door. There was a second door behind it, one as intricately carved as the first. A bronze plaque was nailed to the door.
Challenger #1
SNOWFLAKE
The door opened of its own accord, the paranormal act not even bothering Big Mac after what he'd seen in his life. Lights flickered on one by one, but somewhere in the dark rumbled a deep, masculine voice that made his own cock harden.
"Shall we begin?"
It was casual attire in the household of the two sisters. Celestia, pleasantly curvaceous and her pixie-build sister Luna were both adorned in bath robes and slumming it prior to the knock on the door. It was late enough in the day that Celestia didn't even bother throwing anything more on or ensuring her ample bosom or womanhood wasn't peeking through her robes. There would be only one reason someone should be at her door at this hour, and if they were here for something else, they had no right to be indignant about improper dress attire.
Celestia turned her eyes to Luna, who shrugged. "Don't look at me; it's your turn."
She peeked through the little window and saw a tiny little thing fidgeting on the stoop. Ah, the advantages of being taller than just about everyone in town.
Celestia opened the door and was greeted by the tiny form of Sci-Twi. Her real name was identical to her pony world counterpart and the moniker her friends had given the little thing had stuck in her mind as well as theirs. As the door opened wide, Twilight's short height was eyelevel with Celetia's cleavage. The nipples were covered by the robe, but that left the valley between her pert and mountainously full breasts on display.
Celestia couldn't help but smile as Twilight sputtered and looked away, flushing at the sight. Well, what did she expect when she knocked so late at night? She was going to be fully dressed in her weekday best? Twilight seemed to think so. She wore her regular school clothes and backpack that she never seemed to part from. Coupled with the glasses and the cute little bun, Celestia found herself admiring the girl's form more than she should.
"Is there something I can help you with, Miss Sparkle?"
"You.. you're not wearing anything..."
"I am wearing a robe and it is late, Miss Sparkle." Twilight turned around and saw the dull city glow reflecting off the otherwise pitch black night sky. Poor thing probably let her own studies get away from her and lost time. "Again, is there something I can help you with?"
Twilight turned around and shuffled back and forth, her eyes making a pointed effort to not break Celestia's gaze and wander lower. She really was cute. Too bad their age difference made approaching the girl frowned upon with today's mores. Mustering up her courage, the girl bit the bullet.
"Why are you related to everyone in town?"
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Upon realizing that I have been dreadfully lacking in the gay portion of porn, I have crafted this story. Feel free to guess who Snowflake is. All five challengers have names.