Shining Armor was laid up in the hospital from injuries sustained from drunken antics. Days fell off the calender as he recovered from the broken leg. His cast was suspended in a cast most of the time. His parents came by to visit once. They brought word that Twilight had since returned to Ponyville. He felt a mix of relief and regret. Relief that he no longer had to worry about her being around. Regret that they'd never fix why he was worried about her in the first place. Either way, he was still trapped here. But the walls were closing in around him after about two weeks. He never did get to buck Nurse Redheart again. It wasn't for lack of trying, either. She ended up moving on to another section of the hospital. Her replacement was even less receptive to the idea. And her replacement was not Shining's type at all. Male.

Shining's adherence to physical fitness was hardwired into him after years of being in the guard. He could not just lay in bed all day. Especially if he wasn't going to get any... horizontal aerobics. He demanded that he be able of move around, outside of the room. A small cart for his bad leg to kneel on was sufficient for the task. The hospital was a large rectangular ring, with an open atrium in the middle. The atrium had a wonderful garden with flowers and small trees, and even an artificial waterfall and pond with colorful fish. It was good for his soul whenever he visited. But the cart was clumsy and tiring for him to use.

On one particular trip through the park path, he saw a familiar sight. A white mare. And no, it wasn't Nurse Redheart seeking a secret rendezvous. It was Vinyl Scratch, and her marefriend, Octavia, sitting together on one of the benches. As he got a little closer, he saw that Vinyl was quietly crying into Octavia's shoulder. His first impulse was to see what was the matter and whether or not he could help. But he also considered if he should just leave them be. Whatever it was, it was probably none of his business. But then, he did have his dick in her not more than two weeks ago. And with that kind of carnal familiarity, he felt like it should be enough for him to at least say hi.

"Hey." He said, as he wheeled himself over. Octavia looked up at him, hesitating for a second before she recognized him.

"Oh, hello again." She greeted him. "Vinyl?" Vinyl looked up from her shoulder, and wiped her tears with her hoof.

"Oh, hey." She greeted in recognition. "What brings you here?" She asked. He motioned to the cast on his leg in the cart. "Oh."

"Yeah. But I'll be alright in another day or so." He said. "What about you? Is everything okay?" He asked.

"Eh, not really." She groaned. "I uh, I had a..." Vinyl glanced at Octavia, looking for guidance. The grey earth pony gave her a non-committal shrug. Her bloodshot eyes looked back at Shining. "Well, do you remember that night you came over?"

"Well sure how could I ever forg-" Shining's mouth froze as the puzzle pieces dropped into place. "Wait, do you mean- you're not- are you- pregnant?" He asked. She frowned.

"Well, no..." She choked up. "I, I uh..." Tears came to her eyes once more as she turned to sob into Octavia's shoulder once more. Shining felt like he had done something wrong to upset her like this. Octavia just put her hoof around her and held her.

"She had a miscarriage. I'm sorry Mr. Shining. But I'm afraid we were not entirely honest with our intentions when we first met you. You see, we have been trying to have a foal for some time now. You were not our first... how do I put this, donor." She blushed. "However, you were the first to successfully conceive. But, it seems that it didn't take." Shining felt like he needed to say something. He wanted to help. He needed to. He scratched his mane nervously.

"Um, listen, don't take this the wrong way, but, um, if you want to... try again? When you're feeling better?" He asked.

"We appreciate the sentiment. I know you mean well. But I'm afraid her doctor has just told us that she's barr-" She held her tongue of the word. 'Barren' left a bad taste in her mouth. It was such an awful word in their lives right now. She rephrased her sentence "He said that she may not ever be able to have foals." Octavia hugged her tighter.

"What about..." He motioned to the earth pony. Surely she could carry a foal.

"I- I don't really want to get into it right now. But suffice to say that it is just not an option for us." She gave him another pained look. Shining felt helpless.

"I- I wish I knew what to say. I'm so sorry. If there's anything, anything at all I can do for you two, please..." He said, barely getting the words out. Octavia nodded. Shining took his leave of the grieving mares. He'd never thought much about having foals himself. But the idea of not being able to cut him on a deep level that he wasn't prepared for. He quietly shuffled his way back to his room.
.....

The next day, he was cleared to walk on his hoof, still in a brace. His horn was fully restored as well, which meant he was free to be discharged from the hospital. A few signatures later and he was on his way out. The admitting waiting area shared space with the clinic's. It was, as usual, crowded. He tried his best to navigate the crowd. A pony called out to him.

"Fancy!? Qu'est-il arrivé à votre jambe?" He looked behind him. A ravishingly tall, slender, mare was looking at and moving toward him. She had light purple eyes, white fur and a long, candy-pink mane. Getting closer she paused. "Oh, forgive me, I mistook you for somepony else." She said, speaking Equestrian now in a rich, Maris accent. "I'm looking for a stallion. He looks like, well, like you."

"A handsome fellow, I'm sure." He said with a smug grin.

"I'm waiting for him to finish his appointment." She said.

"Ah. Well that makes sense." Shining said. He had been on his way out, but he found that becoming distracted by idle conversation was not so bad when it was with such lovely company. "What is your friend here for?" Shining asked.

"Oh, just an annual checkup. He's my liaison while I am in Canterlot." She explained. "But he was unable to reschedule this before I arrived."

"I see." He said. Her eyes lit up as she looked past his shoulder. Another stallion with white fur and a blue mane joined the pair. She greeted him enthusiastically.

"Fancy! Je veux monter votre visage jusqu'à ce que vous devez évoluer branchies!" She said. He blushed a bit. She nuzzled him with her snout. Shining on the other hoof had no idea what she said. But he took their nuzzling as hint enough that it was his cue to exit.

"I'm sorry my dear, I'm afraid that may be a bit of an issue." The stallion said in a heavy Trottingham accent, noticing Shining. "But we mustn't be rude now. It seems introductions are in order."

"Oh, I just bumped into her on my way out." Shining said.

"I though he was you." She said with a giggle. "He's cute." She whispered a bit too loudly.

"Yes, I suppose he is quite the handsome fellow." He said, mirroring Shining's words. "Sir Fancy Pants, at your service." He said to Shining. "Liaison to Princess Fleur de Lis of Prance." She nodded. Shining took a bow as best as his braced hoof would allow.

"Please, call me Lilly." She said. Shining smiled.

"Shining Armor." He said.

"I know that name." Fancy said, scratching his chin.

"Captain of the Royal Guard."

"Ah yes. Celestia had mentioned your name a time or two." He said.

"Oh, well, I deny everything." Shining said with a chuckle.

"To the contrary! She speaks very highly of you." He said. "I know I speak for both of us when I say how grateful we are for your service."

"Thank you very much. That means a lot to us in the guard." He said. "Well, it was very nice meeting you two, but I've got a bit of a walk ahead of me, and I don't think I'm going to get there anytime soon like this." He said motioning to his leg. Shining turned and walked out through the exit. Lily whispered something to her liaison. Outside, Fancy followed after him.

"Captain!" He called after him. Shining stopped and turned back around.

"Yes?" He asked. Fancy looked back at Lilly through the window. She was nodding at him enthusiastically.

"I don't mean to be to direct, but, are you attached?" He asked.

"Uh- tached?"

"Are you currently seeing anypony? A relationship?"

"Uh, no." Shining felt a little weird at the question coming from the stallion. "Why?"

"Well, the Princess has requested... *ahem*, certain services, during her visit."

"Oh?"

"I'm afraid I'm too old to meet her... needs. If you catch my drift. The old lieutenant doesn't salute anymore. The flag only gets to half-mast. The cannon lacks ammunition."

"Yeah, I- I catch your drift. I caught it the first time."

"It's a wet noooodle!"

"I get it! It's a euphemism for impotence and you have my condolences. What do you want me to do about it?" He asked, regretting the words immediately. "Actually, I'd like to retract that offer."

"It's not about me sonny boy, it's about her! She wants me to enlist a strapping young stallion with the virility to 'take her around the world' as it t'were."

"Um, what?"

"Sexually!"

"No, I got that part. I mean, this is all just so, strange and sudden."

"Well things work a little bit differently where she is from. The fact of the matter is that she's taken quite the liking to you, and requests your company in her bed this evening. Is it a matter of compensation? I assure you that you will be reimbursed for your time."

"No it's just- um, okay." Shining said, still a bit dazed by the entire thing. Fancy looked at the Princess again through the window and nodded. She very nearly skipped in lieu of walking out of the door.

"Est-il grand? Je ne peux pas attendre de le monter!" She said excitedly. Shining still had no idea what she was saying. Fancy gave him a look-over with a critical eye.

"I'd say so." He said. She grinned wider.

"Ménage à trois?" She asked. Okay, THAT part Shining understood.

"I'm afraid not my dear." Fancy said. "I haven't the energy for such games." He said as his chariot pulled up. "The next driver will take you to her suite." He said to Shining as he opened the door, and stepped inside. "Your Highness, I will rejoin your side afterwards." He said. "Captain, a word please?" Shining walked over and leaned close. "I trust that you will be ever the gentlecolt with our guest?"

"Yes sir."

"Very good. Well then good luck Captain. Just remember, the safety phrase is 'Baise-moi plus fort'." He said with a mischievous grin as the chariot pulled away.

"Wait! Safety phrase!?" He started to sweat. The next chariot pulled up beside them. Lilly opened the door before Shining or the driver could offer the gesture. Without a word, she took him by his tail and pulled him in with her, closing the door and the curtains. Ahead, in the other cab, Fancy Pants chuckled to himself.

"That poor fool has no idea what's about to happen to him."

The carriage shook and shuddered as it traveled down the road.

And it had nothing to do with the cobblestone.

"Princess, please! We should- Ah! We should at least wait until we get to your room!" Shining pleaded as he shifted around inside the spacious cabin. Her eyes were wide with desire as she pursued her prey, grabbing at he legs with her hooves. He could feel her magic toying with his sheath and scrotum. It wasn't unpleasant, objectively speaking. It was just more aggressive than he was used to.

"Call me Lilly." She said again, smiling. A spark glinted in the corner of her eye. "Or Mistress." She said in a sultry tone. She produced a small crop from her bag and gave him a firm swat on his flank.

"Oh Celestia!" He cried out. More from surprise than pain. She paused for a moment, tapping a hoof yo her chin, grinning.

"Yes, I suppose that can work too."

"What?"

"I will be your Princess. You may- call me Celestia... if you like." She said. Her magic abandoned the crop to her bag for a moment, moving again to his groin, playing and teasing his flesh. Shining did his best to resist for the moment. The carriage came to a stop then somepony knocked on the door.

"We have arrived at your destination madam." The driver said from outside. Shining bit his lip as he opened the door. He tried, and failed to make it look like she wasn't massaging his genitals as he stumbled to the entrance of her bungalow. It was already unlocked for him. She nudged him from behind as he walked inside.

"On the bed." She commanded. He trotted over and sat on the edge, curious of what she had in mind. She rummaged through her dresser drawers, looking intently for something. "Aha, parfait!" She gathered up the article before shining could see what it was that she had. She vanished into the next room. Shining leaned over, trying to see what she was doing. The bed creaked under him. "No peeking!" She called out. He sat back, waiting patiently.

She trotted back into the room after a moment. "Voilà!" She was wearing what looked to be a sort of corset around her waist. It was a shade of white very close to the tone of her fur. If he squinted, it was very hard to even see. There was nothing particularly interesting about it. It wasn't very frilly, or lacy or anything. It didn't even change the form of her body as most corsets were intended to. It looked to be little more than a large tube of material around her midsection. "Lay down."

Shining did as he was told, laying back on the bed with his hooves dangling off the bottom. She squatted in front of him, rubbing his sheath with her hoof, coaxing his shaft from its hiding place. Combined with her magic softly rolling his testicles, she didn't have to wait long. As his tip began to emerge, she shifted her weight, sliding up his body a little, pulling in into her mouth.

He'd only just begun to become erect. She took the majority of his length in her mouth while it was still small and soft, sucking it vigorously. He became harder quickly, almost painfully so. She kept her head still, just sucking and massaging him with her tongue, letting him grow longer still. He felt his tip bump against the back of her mouth. As he continued to grow, he imagined that she would back off a bit. But she stood her ground.

She didn't back away in the slightest. If anything, she leaned in more, letting him slip inside, deeper, past her soft pallet, and down her throat as she swallowed his length. Her tongue continued to flex and roll against the underside of his shaft as she took a final breath of air before her throat became completely obstructed. Her esophagus tried reflexively to grip his sensitive glans. Not in gagging, no, but swallowing! It felt like she was going to suck his dick right off.

At full length, more than half of it was impaled in her face. Growing more turgid, it lifted vertically. A lesser mare would have let it slip free. But Fleur de Lis gave up nothing as her head followed his erection, moving in a slow arc over his groin, craning her neck. His rod grew hard as steel, pointing up toward his belly. She quickly re-positioned herself, moving around his side and over him as she rotated her head, spinning her throat around his shaft. Her legs straddled his head as she straightened her neck to accommodate his thickening mass.

The pink hair of her tail ticked his nose, bringing him back to reality. The wonders of her erotic talent had him seeing stars. Now he was seeing a moon. Her full moon hovered just above his face. He lifted himself up onto his elbows. She felt his hot breath on her nethers. She put her leg on his shoulder pinning him back down, as she withdrew from his cock. "Ahh." She gasped a mouthful of air. "Uh ah! Not yet." She said, looking back at him. She moved to the side of him, letting him sit up. His staff pointed from his crotch to the ceiling in front of him. She scooted him back further onto the bed, letting her kneel on the bed in front of him once more.

She leaned down and resumed felating him. She couldn't deep-throat him at that angle, but then she didn't need to. She was doing just fine working her magic cupping his heavy balls, and her hooves on his shaft. Her mouth felt amazing. She stopped again and looked up into his eyes. He just stared back into hers. She smiled and leaned her head to one side, bringing the side of her horn to his lips, sliding it across them. He understood what she wanted. He parted his lips and kissed along the ridges of her horn. His mouth opened and he ran his tongue along her length.

She leaned down again, sucking on his dick. Her horn pointed at his face, demanding attention. He mimicked her rhythm, bobbing his head in time with hers. He felt her moan onto his dick as she went, encouraging him that he was doing a good job. He didn't find sucking her horn to be phallic any more than a mare's teat. As a unicorn, he knew just how good it could feel. But as he went, he noticed something about her corset. There was a bulge in in on her back. It was shallow, but wide, like a skinny back pack. The apparel still perplexed him, but he thought nothing more of it. With the way she was going, it was difficult to think at all.

She was really getting him going now. She increased her pace until his leg started to twitch beside her in short spasms. She ceased her motion to give him a chance to calm back down again. She pulled away and rolled onto the bed beside him, laying on her back. She shifted her knees, spreading her legs just slightly. It was a subtle gesture. But he understood immediately what she wanted. He slid off the bed and knelt in front of her and wrapped his hooves around her legs, pulling her toward him until her hips were at the edge.

"Oui, worship your princess." She said, looking down at him kneeling in between her thighs. He bowed his head in reverence. She place her hoof on his head, pushing his horn against her marehood. She took his mane in her grip, directing his motion, sliding his horn along her slit as she enjoyed the feeling of his ridges against her sensitive nub. Under her hoof, Shining waited patiently with his face pressed into the mattress as she used his newly healed horn for her personal enjoyment. "Mmhm, yes, that is nice." She moaned softly, giving his hair an upward pull.

He looked up at her again as she pressed his snout into her waiting nethers. She gazed into his eyes as he slowly worked his tongue into her, licking all over as skillfully as he ever had. His horn was still wet from her juices, dripping down his forehead. She tasted... Shining struggled for an adjective for the flavor on his tongue. It was not bad at all. But it seemed almost artificial. 'Clean' was the best description he could arrive at. Almost like soap. Her attentive hygiene did not prevent her from keeping a dirty mind it seemed however.

She lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, laying it on his back, pressing him further against the bed and pinning him into her crotch. Her other leg joined shortly as she gripped at the duvet on the bed. Her hips began to rock in time with his assault on her sensitive nerve endings. "Mm, mmh mMmMHF!" Her hips were practically bouncing off of the bed up into his mouth with each deft stoke of his tongue. "AAHHhhhh!" She cried out as her pussy quivered into his tired jaw, splashing a few more droplets across his pallet.

She brushed her tussled bangs from her eyes. Her legs relaxed and she beckoned him to rise up and join her. He slid his way up her body. His stallionhood, missing the attention, sprung back to life as it grazed against her hot sex. She kissed him and enjoyed her flavor on his lips. His hips thrusted idly, rubbing the side of his length against her sex, lubricated by her ample secretion. His desperate motions did not go unnoticed. She placed her hooves on his shoulders, pushing him downward just enough for it to lower between her legs.

A steady push forward and his tip press against her entrance. As wet as she was, it was still a bit difficult getting in. He put his hooves on either side of her waist to brace himself, pulling her back against him. Soon, pressure overcame friction as the head of his cock slipped inside of her velvet love tunnel. For all of his escapades in the past month alone, the novelty of the sensation never wore off for him. He started with short thrusts, each time working his way deeper until his medial ring vanished along with the rest of his length into her depths. As soon as she felt his hips against hers, she reached up and wrapped her hooves around his shoulders, pulling herself up to him. He leaned in for a kiss and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Just as their kiss broke, she shifted her weight and pushed him backwards. Not off of her, but both of them off of the bed and she rode him backwards in a arc to the floor, still impaled on his spear. He landed on a well placed pillow in a beam of sunshine pouring through the skylight. He was already close before as he continued humping into her at a frantic pace. He looked up at her, blinded by the sunlight behind her. All he could make out was her silhouette as her wings unfurled.

Wait, wings?

He squinted at the figure riding him with wild abandon. Her corset back had sprung open, with a set of faux wings extending out. They weren't quite as big as Celestia's but they certainly enhanced the experience. She looked just like Celestia did, that first time he saw her, raising the sun at the Summer Sun Celebration.

"Oh Celestia!" His last clear memory before he climaxed.

Author's Note

TO BE CONCLUDED!