Alabastards

Shining's eyes opened the next morning to the sunlight on his face. Celestia no longer silhouetted its shine. Or rather, Fleur de Lis with her wings ensemble. He had the worst case of cotton-mouth. His mane was grimy and matted down on his head. His tail was snarled with tangled knots. All of his muscles were sore from... whatever it was that had happened last night.

A quick survey of his surroundings told him that he was still in her bedroom. But she was nowhere to be found. He pulled the covers back to sit up. It was then he noticed the red marks on his wrists from either hoof cuffs or rope. Or both, knowing her. Also a belt across his belly strapping on the saddle that had now been digging into his back all morning. Unbuckling it, he cast it aside.

But more disturbing still was the pair of panties he was wearing. Though he was familiar with the feeling, he didn't feel hungover. None the less, last night was a blacked-out blur as he struggled to assemble the pieces of the puzzle that was the last eighteen hours. He peeled the material away, noting that in spite of his personal discomfort with the concept, the material was quite pleasing to the touch of his groin. The undergarment was clearly meant to be there in a practical capacity, he realized. He found that they were holding in place a pack of frozen peas, now thawed. Lifting the package away from his... package, he discovered the reason for their placement. Where the bony prominence of his hips were close to his skin and lacked padding, he was a bit bruised. The rest of his pelvic area fared little better. His scrotum felt tender to the touch, and his sheath was red and chaffed.

He'd tried the safety phrase that Fancy had given him yesterday but he must have mispronounced it. It only seemed to make things worse. He rolled onto his side, making his way out of the bed. The bones of his back ached with the motion. Eyeing the frilly saddle at the end of the bed made him question just who was riding whom. He swung his legs over the edge to sit up.

KLINK!

One of the shackles was still binding his right hoof to the canopy post of the bed. The chain afforded him enough movement to move around on the bed and reach the nightstand. Where, thankfully, somepony had left a few bottles of water. It was either her or himself. Either way, his dry mouth trumped his leg predicament. He took one of the bottles and drank it completely before coming up for air. He opened the second and drank half of that one too.

With his thirst quenched for now, he focused on his other problem. The hoof cuff. He leaned over to get a better look at it. It wasn't a cheap plastic or fluffy pink one. It was metal and had a genuine lock. He checked his nightstand and hers but found no key. He worried for a moment before the rest of his brain finally woke up. It was embarrassing how often he'd forget that he was a unicorn. He focused on the tumble of the lock, trying to pick it with his magic.

"Ow!" He rubbed his forehead. It was still too soon after it had healed to try something so complex. He flopped back onto the mattress. The cuff was tight enough that he couldn't slip it past his hoof. But it wasn't so uncomfortable that he hadn't noticed it until he saw it.

"Lilly!" He called out into the villa. No response was returned. Only silence. "LILLY!" He felt his pulse quicken. Shining was never one to be quick to panic. But alone and physically trapped in a strange place without his magic was his limit. He glanced nervously at the water, silently wondering if he was going to have to ration it until help arrived. He groped around the bottom of the bed hoping to find something to help. If not the key, a hair pin or a paper clip. Anything to pick the lock. Under her side of the bed was the rest of the case of water bottles. So that alleviated some of his worry. He'd be okay, he reassured himself. As he finished off the second bottle and opened the third, he noticed that the bed was damp with sweat and pony-knows-what else. After last night's workout, it was no surprise that he was so dehydrated. She'd be back soon, he reasoned.

"She probably just went out for breakfast and let me sleep in." He thought out loud at his reflection in the mirror on the ceiling. "Right?" His reflection returned him a dubious look.

• Meanwhile -

Fancy Pants had arrived at Fleur De Lis's suite earlier at her behest, taking her to a cafe for breakfast. He had waited until after they'd both had something to eat before discussing as to the whereabouts of the stallion from the day previous. He broached the subject as they were trotting through the fashion district of Canterlot.

"So, Princess Lilly my dear, did he depart some time last evening or earlier this morning?" He asked.

"Oh, he was still at the suite when you arrived." She answered.

"What? Well I hope he is able to find his own means home. If not, I'll have to send for a carriage to pick him up." He said.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that." She said with a coy grin as she pulled a key from her bag. "I don't think he'll be going anywhere."

"What do you mea- oh, hoof cuffs is it? I must insist that you return to the suite and release him. I'm sure he is missed somewhere. I'm afraid I won't have time to accompany you. I need to be at the Wonderbolts Derb-"

"... she'll have something beyond fabulous to wear to her party. OOF!"

The unicorn walking from the other direction talking to herself was in another world as she collided with Fancy Pants. The bags she was levitating around her were cast asunder as her magical grip on them vanished in the confusion of the impact. One of them flew through the air in a parabolic arc, landing squarely on Fancy's head. While the other mare re-orientated herself, Lilly pulled the bag from his head.

"Fancy Pants!?" She gasped.

"I say! That's one way to make an introduction." He said, dusting himself off.

"Oh goodness! I am so sorry. I didn't see you there." She rambled, trying desperately to excuse herself. "I've just got so many bags and I was trying to get back to me suite at the castle and-"

"You're staying at the castle?" He asked. That part had gotten his attention.

"The Princess invited me to stay in one of the suites." She explained. The Princess? The was more than one after all. Certainly he was standing beside a princess. And of course there was Princess Luna now that she'd returned. But in Canterlot, whenever somepony referred to the Princess, they were really only referring to one. Princess Celestia.

"You know the princess?" He asked, a bit dubious. He'd never heard Celestia mention anything about this mare. But then, he was still at a loss for her name.

"Hmm, a pony with expensive tastes I see!" Lilly remarked as she gathered up one of the bags, noting its fine contents.

"Oh, it's for an ensemble I'm making for a friend. Her birthday is in a few days." The other mare explained before she began to trot away. "Again, I'm really sorry that I bumped into you." She said.

"I'm not." Fancy said after her, causing her to stop in her tracks. "You are obviously somepony worth bumping into." If Lilly was going to have to go back to her suite to deal with- that situation, he'd need somepony else to come with him to the derby to stand in as his shoulder candy. He wanted to be romantically availible to the other mares there. But not actually appear available, lest it start another jealousy war among them. "Listen, I have a VIP box reserved at the Wonderbolts derby this afternoon. Would you- would you be so kind as to join me and a few of my companions there?"

"Me?" She asked.

"But of course my dear."

"Well, I'm, uh- sure." She stuttered her was to the agreement.

"We'd love to see you there- uh?" He realized that he'd never gotten her name.

"Rarity." She filled in.

"Rarity." He repeated to himself. A lovely name. He made sure to not forget it as he trotted on his way. Alone with Lilly once more, he returned to the matter at hoof. "My dear I must insist that you go and let that poor boy go. He can't be left cuffed to a bed all day."

"Oh, I had no intention of just leaving him there." She said with a smile. "He's far too much fun to just abandon. I even got to try out my wings!"

"Wings?" Fancy asked.

"Yes. It's a corset piece that unfurls a set of faux wings for non-pegasus wearers. He seemed to get quite the thrill from it what with his Celestia fantasy."

"Celestia fantasy?" He asked, more curious still.

"Hmm, it seems he has quite the eye for Her Highness's hind." She said with a suppressed giggle. Fancy rubbed his chin in contemplation.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to depart your side even earlier than I had feared. I have to make a slight detour on the way to the derby. But do please see to the Captain at your suite as soon as possible."

"Oh, I intend to." She said.

Shining Armor was beginning to panic. The was no clock in the room. But the sun had moved from the east facing window. It was at least noon now, if not sometime after. He'd tried everything he could think of to try to get the cuff off. But his horn was still not cooperating and blunt force had done little but leave a few dents in the sturdy brass pole of canopy frame. He'd been in the service long enough to have seen some terrible things. Ponies that'd been left to die in enemy prisons, or those that'd died from exposure with a pinned hoof out in the wilds.

He knew that her bungalow was far enough away from any neighboring structure that any noise would go unheard. And while that had worked for him last night, now, it meant that yelling would do him no good. But that didn't stop him from trying. Lilly trotted up the stairs to her suite. As she neared the door, her ears were greeted to the symphonic bellowing of a terrified stallion.

"For Celestia's sake somepony help me!" He screamed.

Tsk Tsk, she thought. That would not do at all. She'd had the key ready to go but now, after this little display, he might have to wait. She discreetly hid the key and pushed open the door.

"Oh thank goodness! I was left hoof-cuffed to the- oh, it's you." He said. She raised an eyebrow at his remark. "Um, I mean, YAY! It's you! I'm so glad that your back! Uh, could you unlock me?" He asked. She stood there a moment longer tapping her hoof impatiently. "Um, I- I mean, could you unlock me please? Mistress?" He begged. Her demeanor relaxed. Albeit only slightly.

"Hmm. I was going to. But to return to such a defiant display of cowardice, shouting and screaming like a snared fawn, I'm not so sure I should now." She teased, walking in a slow circle around the bed, inspecting it as she kicked aside empty water bottles. The damage to the brass work was evident. "Just look at what you've done!" She scolded. "The bedding's been torn up and the frame is damaged!"

Around to the far side of the bed she discovered the discarded saddle. "Gah!" She cried, dashing to it and lifting it from the floor. The material was scuffed in several places. "Do you realize what what this is worth!?" She half-asked and yelled. "Do you know how much it costs!?" She grabbed the riding crop from the bureau in her magic and raised it to strike him. Without his magic to defend himself he winced and raised a hoof to shield himself. She paused for a moment and set the saddle down correctly on the floor. She brought the crop to his chin gently and grazed it along his jawline and then caressed it across his cheek.

"It's alright." She said after a tense moment. "It's okay, I- I pardon you." She tapped him on the shoulder with her hoof. Quite in fact, the saddle was not nearly expensive enough to warrant such a strong reaction. But he didn't need to know that. He relaxed for just a moment as she lowered the crop. Just as she'd lulled him into a false sense of security, she switched back again. "But THIS!" She slapped the dented brass pole of the bed frame, causing it to ring. "This can not stand!" From her bag she levitated a couple other hoof cuffs and re-secured him to the frame of the bed.

"Lilly!" He cried out as she took his hooves in her magical grip. She cut him an angry look. "Uh- Mistress, please no!"

"You've been a very bad pony!" She said, locking him in place.

"I know I've been a bad pony but I really need to pee okay?" That got her attention. She walked into the bathroom and ran the tap to the bath tub. He could tell what she was doing from where he was but the sound of running water was torturous enough. He tried desperately to cross his legs. But the cuffs kept them firmly spread. The pitch of the water changed periodically as she checked the temperature with her hoof. Finally satisfied, she filled a porcelain basin and carried it back to the nightstand, soaking a washcloth in it. He wondered if she intend to keep him here long enough that he'd require a sponge bath.

She disappeared into the other room again before returning a few moments later with a familiar article of clothing around her waist. She sat on the bed beside him, gently stroking his mane, smiling, almost sympathetically, at the poor creature at her mercy. She took the washcloth from the warm water, wringing the excess from it, before hovering it over his groin. She gave the balled cloth the slightest of squeezes, letting the warm was drip, one drop at a time, onto his sheath. He strained at the bindings.

"M- Mistress, I'm serious! I really need to go to the bath-"

"Shhh." She put a hoof to his lips, cutting him off. She gave the cloth another squeeze, letting a few more drops trickle onto him. It was agony for him. He didn't understand what her intention was but even the most basic parts of his brain told him that wetting the bed was bad. She didn't seem to care as the accumulated water soaked his fur and dribbled down his sides, damping the sheets. He clenched his eyes and tried to think of anything besides flowing, churning whitewater rapids of torrential, running waterfalls. She could see the strain in his face. "Aww, poor widdle baby. Does baby need a widdle diaper?" She asked. He shot her a glare.

"Aw, buck no! No more of the weird kinky shit!" He growled. Her response was a quick swat to his thigh by her crop.

"Language!" She scolded, swatting him a second time, causing his leg muscles to clench in reaction. She soaked the cloth again and continued where she'd left off, letting a few more drops fall on him. His groan bordered on a whimper. The look on her face told him that she was enjoying this way too much.

Princess Luna's Canterlot Voice boomed over din of the crowd, announcing the impending start of the Wonderbolts Derby. The track was nestled against the Canterlot cliff side for access to non-pegasi.

"I'll be rooting for Rapid Fire, of course." Fancy Pants said confidently to his companions in the VIP box at the Wonderbolts Derby. "He's sure to bring home the grand prize." The others around him nodded in supplicating agreement. Rarity, who had just arrived a few moments earlier, was the only one to voice disagreement.

"I don't think he has a chance against Fleetfoot." She said, immediately regretting having possibly ostracized herself from the group. But as the horns announced the start of the race, the attention of the group quickly shifted away from her borderline faux pas to the race itself. Even Rarity quickly forgot her transgression as the racers rapidly circled the track. Sure enough, it was Fleetfoot that edged out the win. Fancy Pants offered his new guest congratulations.

"Bravo Rarity. I say, how did you know that Fleetfoot would be victorious?" He asked.

"My friend, Rainbow Dash, talks about her all the time. She says what Fleetfoot lacks in size, she makes up for in speed." She explained.

"And who is this Rainbow Dash?" One of the other attending mares asked.

"Why, she's the Wonderbolts trainer of course." Rarity lied, nervously. Thankfully, the others did not see through her ruse. Fancy was certainly impressed.

"Staying at the Canterlot Castle, and she knows the pegasus training the Wonderbolts! I told you all that this was an important pony." He said to the group. He took her hoof in his, raising it up. "Three cheers for Rarity, my new favorite party guest!"

Hip, hip, hooray!
Hip, hip, hooray!
Hip, hip, hooray!

As the group departed the arena, Fancy Pants took Rarity aside. He hadn't seen Lilly yet and he was beginning to worry about what was going on at the suite. The last thing he needed was a missing royal guard and a foreign dignitary involved in a lecherous scandal.

"Rarity, I'm afraid I have to attend to another pressing matter. But I'd love it if you could join me tomorrow for the maiden voyage of my new air yacht."

"Oh, I'd love to!"

"Splendid. Here's a ticket to board. It has all the information you'll need. I look forward to seeing you there."

"Rarity?" One of the other mares cut in. "As a dress designer, do you have any amusing stories from the fashion world you could share with us?" She asked. Fancy excused himself and made his way to his waiting carriage. He quietly hoped that it would just be Lilly at the suite and she's let the poor lad go after being hoof cuffed all day. But he knew better.

"Post haste, driver!"

"Nggh!" Shining grunted. Lilly had shifted her approach. She moved from siting beside him on the bed to straddling one of his thighs. There was still a bit of warm water left. But that which has already been spilled onto him was cool to the room temperature, damping the sheets around his back and waist. That, and the heat radiating from her loins on top of him. The contrast in temperatures was making his discomfort magnified.

She leaned over him to soak the cloth once more, intentionally pressing her hoof into his abdomen as she did, increasing the cruel pressure on his bladder. He held his breath and tried to keep his abs rigid. It helped. But not much. It felt like his kidneys were going to pop. But worst of all, he had no idea why she was doing this. Sure, mechanically he understood what it was she was immediately trying to accomplish. But as to why, he had no idea. This time, she let the cloth fall and flop into his groin, covering it in it's wet warmth.

Rather than running down his sides, the water stayed in place now, its feeling persisted. That, combined with how long he'd been holding back his most basic need, produced her expected result.

"Grrh." He moaned. Little Shiny began to extend from its sheath beneath the material.

"Ahh, here we go." Lilly delighted. She pulled the cloth away, exposing the moisture on him to the brief cool of the air. But only for a moment before she shimmied up his body, replacing the cloth's with her own wetness as she pressed herself against the length of his shaft. "Captain, I must say, I am impressed. You've held out much longer than any other stallion. It has been an amusing game to witness. But I always win in the end." She shifted herself slightly, stroking his shaft with her marehood. She moved with his extension, sitting on his waste now, pinning it against his belly. She sat her weight on his bladder and was now only keeping him from his release by squeezing his shaft shut. She teased the tip of his stallionhood with the soft pad of her hoof.

"I know you don't want to be here any longer. And I have other things I need to do today as well. So the sooner you stop resisting and just relax, the sooner we can both go." She said, making it all sound so reasonable. He cracked his eyelid, squinting up at her. "Here. I'll help." She said, pulling the cord on her corset, letting the wings spread open from her back. He felt a warmth radiating from his abdomen and spreading across the surface of his belly. The pressure in him hadn't abated in the least. He wasn't peeing on himself. He looked down in between them. She was!

Golden hot rivulets ran from her marehood, pressed squarely against his shaft, and running down his sides, marring his white fur and staining the sheets pale yellow. It was even warmer than the water she was dripping on him. He couldn't hold back any longer. She felt the pressure in his shaft rise. She lifted her bottom off of him, her pee still flowing freely onto his shaft. The sudden release of the pressure pinning his dick let loose his own torrent and she move up his body, sitting on his midsection just forward of his rushing hose. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, cradling his head. He moaned into her mouth. Finally letting go after holding it for so long was almost better than sex!

He released with force against her marehood. She enjoyed the sensation against her clit as she writhed the shimmied on top of him. The air was thick with the acrid ammonia smell, tinged with the sent of her arousal. She slid back, pressing her entrance against his tip. It gave with little resistance. It was not the turgid erection of arousal, but a semi-hard one from holding his bladder too long, after all. She took matters into her own hoof. Or rather, in her magic.

Shining was only tangentially aware that his cock was being manipulated. He was still lost in the unexpected ecstasy of his release. With him in her magical grip, she pressed him against her entrance. Still too soft to penetrate, but still rushing forth with his emptying bladder. The feeling of his urine running down his sides paused briefly, directed now into her. She felt the pressure rise quickly as he filled her with his hot liquid, letting him go at the last moment. His urine came rushing out of her filled marehood in a singular gush, bringing with it the key that she'd hidden in there, landing on him as he finished relieving himself. She unlocked the cuffs, letting the stallion relax.

"Aaaa wooo. Thank Celestia!" Shining sighed, free at last.

"You're welcome." Lilly said as she folded back the wings, trotting off to the bathroom to wash up.

Shining rolled limply off the edge of the bed, flopping onto the floor in a heap. He could hear the water running in the bathroom. He made for the door while she was preoccupied. Just as he reached for the door knob, it pulled away. The door opened before him, and there, standing just outside, was Fancy Pants.

"I say!" He said loudly into the room, backing away from the thick air rolling out. "It smells like an outhouse in here!"

"He soiled the bed!" Lilly yelled from the shower, with a falsely angry tone. Shining looked mortified.

"I didn't! I mean, I did, but it wasn't my fault!" Shining stammered, trying desperately to explain. Fancy noticed the red abrasions on Shining's ankles.

"You don't have to tell me sonny." Fancy said in a hushed tone. "This isn't the first time I've had to show up to such a sight. Why don't you see about getting yourself washed up and I'll go about preparing your compensation?" He suggested. Shining walked over to the bathroom. He did remember from last night that the shower was certainly big enough for two. And he didn't need much time. Just a bit to rinse off and a quick soaping. He glanced inside. Lilly caught his gaze from under the shower. She was sporting a large strap-on dildo and waving for him to join her. Shining backed out of the bathroom, still stinking of urine.

"Uh, I think I'll just settle on the hose outside." He said, trotting past Fancy to the patio. Fancy gave the soiled stallion a wide berth as he hosed himself down near the flowerbed. Fancy produced a sizable pouch of bits from his bag.

"I should think that this should be adequate reparation for your time last night and today. As well as for any personal... damages. I know a good doctor I could recommend if you require." He said.

"Thanks, I- I know one that I could go see." Shining said, thinking back on Nurse Redheart. "Why didn't you warn me that she was such a... creative mare?"

"Well Captain, if I had told you that you would be getting into..." Fancy glanced back into the suite at the variety of sexual implements scattered about the place. "... all of this, would you still have agreed to it?"

"Of course not!"

"Well there's your answer." He said, watching as Shining finished rinsing the shame and various other bodily fluids from his fur and coiled up the hose. He dried himself as best he could and grabbed the pouch of bits, glancing inside. He didn't count it. But the weight told him that it was at least two weeks of his pay, which for a Captain was considerable. "I must admit, I do feel a bit guilty about all of this. But you can understand why I had to, how you say, outsource this sort of work? I'm getting too old for this sort of thing. Listen, why don't I make it up to you? My new air yacht is being christened tomorrow. I'd love it if you could attend the ceremony and after-party." Fancy said. Shining Armor bristled.

"There is no bucking way that you are going to convince me to go anywhere you-"

"There will be a complimentary open bar of course." Fancy added.

"What time did you say it was?" Shining asked with new-found acute interest.

"Tomorrow at one PM. Do try to be punctual."

"Of course." Shining said. Fancy began to walk away to get some staff to deal with the mess in the room.

"Um, is uh..." Shining called after him, glancing nervously back at the suite.

"No, she won't be attending the ceremony. You'll be safe!" He said, overly dramatically.

"Right."