Reign
“Do you think I’m pretty?” Cadence asked a royal guard one day, earning a confused stare from the stallion. He looked around, curious if there was another guard or princess that might offer him some aid. “Do you think that I’m beautiful, I mean?” Cadence asked, as if rephrasing the question would snap him back to attention. “If you had the chance, would you spend the night with me?”
“Uhm… yes my princess… I think you are very beautiful.”
Cadence sighed. “Then why doesn’t Shining Armor ever pay attention to me?”
“He has a great many duties, my princess. He is the only one strong enough to sustain the barrier around our great city. Without it, our city would fall to the threats just beyond our sight.”
“Oh, I am quite aware of that,” Cadence said. “I just get lonely sometimes. He is always off training or with Celestia and... I don’t like that. I don’t like her spending so much time with my fiancé.”
“My princess, I am sure there is nothing for you-“
“Would you please escort me back to my room?” Cadence asked quickly.
The guard bowed his head. “It would be my honor.”
“What is your name anyway?” she asked. “The glamour spells you guards use; it makes it difficult to tell you all apart.”
The royal guard chuckled softly to himself. Bowing his head, he said, “I am Private Warren Peace, my princess. I have just completed training a week or two ago. It seems several guards have gone missing.”
Cadence’s head was held low as she trotted back to her personal quarters in the north-east wing of the castle. Warren frowned, thinking he should say something to assure her everything was alright, but he wasn’t sure of the words to soothe her. He started with, “I have never seen adoration like Shining Armor shows to you. He loves you, truly and deeply. It is a love that can never be replaced or tarnished.”
“Yes, he does love me, doesn’t he?” Cadence said, her mood seemingly brightening. “He adores me, and his loves gives me strength.”
Warren smiled. “Yes, love will do that. My wife just gave birth to a little filly. I have never known unconditional love before she came into this world. Just… don’t tell my wife I said that.”
“A filly?” Cadence asked. “I look forward to meeting her soon.”
Warren used his magic to open the door and allow Cadence to trot inside. With his princess escorted, he was going to leave when she looked over her shoulder and asked him to come. Warren did without protest, and Cadence used her own magic to close the door behind him. Sparkles of green traced through the frame of the door before disappearing. Warren was puzzled about that, but didn’t say anything of it. He watched as Cadence happily trotted to her desk, and using her magic, lifted a large glass jar into the air. Returning to Warren, she turned the jar upside down, and spilled the contents at the guard’s hooves.
There, before him, were five of his fellow guards, only their size had been so drastically reduced that each of them could easily fit under his hoof. He thought they were simply toys, until they all looked up at him, eyes wide with horror and fear, and immediately all five burst into a run. They must have hoped that by running in different directions, one of them might escape Cadence. Cadence simply used her magic to embrace each of the five guards and brought them back, keeping them tightly packed together so they couldn’t escape. “Now, now, tiny ones. There will be none of that.”
“What is the meaning of this?” Warren demanded, spreading his legs and bracing himself, his own horn sparking with orange magic.
“Do not raise your voice to your future queen,” Cadence snapped, eyes focused. Green flames rose from the ground and surrounded Warren. He quickly ignited his own horn with magic and attempted to extinguish the flames, but the magic she was using was far stronger than his. The green flames drew closer and closer, causing him to back up. Above the, the roof of flames descended upon him, forcing him to lie on his belly lest he be burned.
“The other five know the rules, but allow me to explain to you,” Cadence said, her voice clear even over the flames. “If you do exactly as I say, I may be merciful. Perhaps I shall even purge your memory of this event and allow you to return to your normal duties. But if you misbehave, my wrath shall befall you. Understood?”
Warren breathed deep and opened his eyes as the fires finally died away. Turning to the source of the voice, he found Princess Cadence towering above him. Her long, slender, pink legs were grand obelisks that met at the castle sized torso. Her purple eyes, once objects of delicate beauty, were now twin amethyst suns. She was as big as the castle itself now; until Warren realized that he had simply shrunk down to a bug’s size. That did nothing to ease Warren’s heart, however. Cadence slipped her slipper off her hoof and gently touched him with the soft, pink tip. “Go on now,” she said, placing a hoof tip under his rump and giving him a little flick. “Go and join the others. And remove your armor. Your queen commands it.”
Warren, head held low, trotted to his fellow five. They were all huddled together, no longer because of the magical embrace but out of sheer terror of the looming pink pony. Warren undid the belts and straps that kept his armor secure to his body and tossed it away. He felt even smaller now, but did his best not to show his fear. This was Princess Cadence after all. It was all probably just some prank or game, and they would all be returned to size soon enough.
Cadence kept trotting closer and closer until she was directly above the group. Squatting slightly and bending her head on her long neck, she gave the group a massive grin. “Why are you so frightened?” she asked. “Each and every one of you said you found me beautiful, and each of you flattered me so. I do not understand why you would cower when there is so much more of me to love now.”
One of the guards trotted forward. He was shaking and his head was held low, but he moved away from the assumed safety of the group and came to stand before the giant pink pony. He lifted his head slowly, and with as powerful a voice he could muster, he said, “Princess Cadence, why are you doing this?”
Cadence stared down at the little pony. “And what is your name?” she asked. “All you little ponies look alike to me.”
“Colonel ‘Iron’ William, princess. You surely remember me? I have known you since you were a filly. I practically raised you.”
He was certainly old. Even with the glamour spell that made all the guards look alike, the presence he cast, his dignified trot, it all said he was a veteran. Cadence casually lifted one of her hooves, and without much thought or hesitance, brought it down upon the guard. A touch of terror swept through the old stallion, and he attempted to turn and flee back to the group, but the dropping hoof was far faster than his old bones could manage. It came down upon him, the soft, plush underside of the pink sparing him being crushed outright, but a sharp jolt of pain surged through his body. Cadence giggled.
“Oh, come now colonel. Squirm for me.” Easing the pressure off his little body, she allowed him to start to wiggle and squirm in an action oddly reminiscent a hoof rub. She applied just a little pressure against him to make him struggle harder before rolling her soft, flower smelling hoof in a soft circle.
As the weight of the hoof came down suddenly, the old guard didn’t even have a chance to scream. A crimson pool that slowly spread from beneath the pink hoof was the only indication of his fate.
Cadence dragged her hoof back, leaving a stain of red over the polished white marble floor. The five remaining guards stared, baffled, horrified by what they had just witnessed. The green embrace of Cadence’s magic surrounded the five ponies suddenly. She lifted them all up into the air, contemplating them each by bringing them close to her face, before she dropped them all into the jar. The jar’s walls were polished and clear, so they would be able to see what was happening in the world around them, but certainly not escape. The opening of the jar was also quite large; large enough that Cadence could fit her hoof inside. Rather than simply look through the clear sides of the jar, she found great fun in blindly groping for her next toy.
At last, she managed to pin one of the guards against the glass wall and her smothering hoof. Patiently, she waited until he had finished struggling and fighting against her, before gripping him carefully and lifting him out of the jar. When he was in the open air, she took hold of him with her magic and spent a moment examining him.
“And what is your name, tiny one?”
His little chest heaved.
“What is your name, tiny one? I do so enjoy knowing the name of my toys, and when I see the Missing Pony posters about the city, I like to know exactly what fate befell that one.”
“T-tree, ma’am. P-private Ash Tree.”
She dropped her latest quarry to the ground. Her lips pulled into a grin, happy to see that he wasn’t going to run, either out of obedience or raw terror. She decided she needed a second guard though, and rather than playing the chasing game, she simply scooped him out of the jar with her magic and dropped him beside his kin.
With little kicks, she spread her hooves apart and positioned them just right. Then, lifting her left fore hoof and right rear hoof, she carefully dropped them down upon a tiny each. She did not crush them outright, though, this time choosing to savor the little squirms and kicks that they gave. To be a royal guard, you had to be strong. Not earth pony strong necessarily, but strong enough to push open heavy doors, ring giant bells, and engage in hoof-to-hoof combat, all without the use of magic. The tinies kicked and bucked, using all four of their hooves to try to push the massive pink walls away, but Cadence simply leaned more and more weight down. She always won the little strength contests, but it was fun to lift her hoof, give them a sense of hope and salvation, only to bring her weight down harder, crushing their little bones and breaking their limbs. “It is not often enough I get to indulge my true nature,” she grinned.
Cadence began to rock back and forth. She leaned forward, putting most of her weight on her forelegs and smothering the tiny she had under her left fore hoof. She felt limbs brace against her, trying to push her away. Licking her lips, she came down all the harder. Arms and legs started to fracture. Private Tree cried out, and Warren, still in the jar, put his hoof on the glass in empathy.
Wiggling her hoof side to side, Cadence knocked the four legs away and pressed her sole against his ribs. “I could break your every bone with just hair’s more pressure,” she giggled. Rolling back, she provided him with relief. Now it was pony at her rear hoof’s turn to be crushed and smothered. She was happy her hooves were soft and sensitive to his squirms and kicks. She could savor all the pressure on his little bones.
Cadence was starting to shake in the pleasant tingles she was feeling. Without thinking, she lowered her rear hoof and accidentally crushed the pony she was pinning. “Oops,” she giggled. A subtle moan passed through Cadence’s lips as she dared to stray a hoof down between her rear legs. Thinking better of it, she once more braced herself on her four legs. Private Tree was alive, but barely. Both rear legs and one of his forelegs had been broken in ugly fashion. The bones had burst through the knee and hock joints, and were now poking grimly out of the flesh. A few of his ribs were most likely broken, given his difficulty breathing and the occasional spat of blood. Cadence shook her head.
Losing interesting in the little pony, she approached the jar. Her great slender legs and massive chest filled Private Tree’s vision. As Cadence walked, she “accidentally” dropped her rear left hoof onto the crippled pony. She did not break stride as she trotted along, she did not even seem to notice she had ended still another life as she reached the jar. Groping blindly, she tried to catch the ponies inside. For several terrifying moments, the three ponies dashed side to side in an attempt to avoid the pink hoof, caked with blood. Grumbling with token annoyance, Cadence continued groping.
It was inevitable that some pony was not fast enough, too tired and too weak to push against the hoof and slip out from beneath the grip. When Cadence felt her hoof close around one of the wiggly warmth, she gave a pleased giggle. Pulling her hoof out, she revealed she had in fact caught two ponies. One was tightly clenched in her hoof, but in a blind panic, he had taken hold of his comrade. The second pony struggled and tried to break the hold on his rear hoof, but couldn’t manage.
Cadence dropped both to the ground. The sudden fall winded them, so Cadence had time to get to her four hooves, and casually trot along. When her rear hooves were corralling the two ponies, she lifted her tail and dropped her massive rump down.
One of the ponies, sensing the impending death from the absolutely huge ass, bolted forward as fast as he could. The shadow cast by the giant pony’s body stretched forward no matter how fast he ran, so he ran faster, and just as he was sure the butt would come down upon him, he gave a mighty leap. He was mere inches from escaping the crushing embrace of the massive butt, but in the end, simply was not fast enough. He felt a crushing weight on his lower body, and slammed into the ground on his chest, knocking the wind from his lungs. He looked back over his shoulder to see the massive quivering lips that were Cadence’s nethers. The lower recesses of the slit had come down upon his rear hooves. He tried to pull himself forward, but Cadence’s hoof was upon him and quickly pushed him into the warm recesses between her legs. “No,” he screamed. “No! No! No!”
The other pony, who did not have the wherewithal to run as the giant ass came down, was not fairing much better. He had been spared being crushed outright by either of the two monolithic buttocks, but was presently smothered by the furless crack. He felt the pulsing skin of Cadence’s anus on his back, and though he attempted to crawl towards the glimmer of light that filtered in from under her tail, Cadence instead rolled back, resting firmer and fuller on her rump and forcing him right against the puckered hole. The most dreadful thing came when the puckered hole began to slap and gnaw at his hind quarters, like a dragon trying to devour him. The guard did his best to kick or whack at the wrinkled skin, but one of his hooves sank into the hungry, yielding flesh.
Confident her tail toy would not be able to escape, she started with the pony at her nethers, swallowed up to his torso. His fore hooves were desperately scraping over the ground, hoping for a grip he could use to pull himself out. When the large, pink hoof came down, he instinctively grabbed it. Cadence tilted him up carefully and met his panicked gaze.
“What is your name, tiny one?” she asked. His only answer was his desperate pants. Scrunching her face in a show of anger, she said again, “What is your name?”
A spark of blue burst out of the shrunken pony’s horn. The sparks danced over Cadence’s clitoris, making her feel delightful. Shrugging, she carefully placed the tip of her hoof on the back of the little stallion’s head and stuffed his snout against her clitoris. His horn continued to spark, and each time one of the sparks hit her clit, a pleasant shiver ran through her.
Again and again, her muscles clenched upon the little body, squeezing him tight. He spread his legs as wide as he could, trying to alleviate the squeeze and almost succeeded in working his legs out of the stifling cavern. Her muscles crunched upon him once more and his legs slammed together. Cadence’s moan drowned out the sound of his hisses and cries as he felt himself pulled up to his armpits. He took a deep breath of air before Cadence’s hoof tip found his head, and slid him the rest of the way inside. Barely able to move, he attempted to keep her terrifying muscles apart with his elbows, and succeeded for several precious moments. It was exhausting work however, and while every ounce of his strength was being utilized, for Cadence it was barely any effort to keep the pressure on.
She turned her attention to the tiny beneath her rump. She had almost forgotten about him. His rear hooves were trapped within her tight sphincter, and the way he kicked and fought against her, it was as if he wanted to make her feel good. She looked over her shoulder, smiling at Warren, still trapped in the glass jar and staring transfixed at his princess and her victims. With a heavy groan, she rolled onto her front and braced her rear hooves on the ground. Standing was difficult. Her little twitching playthings were sending white lightning through her, but she managed to right herself eventually.
Sauntering with each step, she smashed her playthings against her hungry walls. Her moans were a chorus that echoed through the room. Walking up to the jar, she turned swiftly and lifted her tail. Inside the jar, Warren was giving a horrifying view of not only Cadence’s monolithic nethers, but of the tinies hopelessly trapped in the enveloping flesh.
“Look closely now,” she said.
Closing her eyes, Cadence softly clenched upon her two toys. With a strong, audible squeeze, the pony between her buttocks was dragged into the yielding flesh of the anus. His continued struggles delighted her, not just that it felt so good, but that he struggled at all. The cruelty of what she did was as intoxicating as the lust. The flesh of her anus still flexed and vibrated from the inside struggles, heightening her lust and Warren’s abject terror.
Reaching a delicate hoof beneath her, she groped for the pony clenched tightly between her nether lips. Stuffing the tip of her hoof into his face, she pushed up sharply and jammed him the rest of the way inside. Possessed by newfound strength, his fighting doubled in intensity. If his hope was to somehow use his brute strength to escape the fleshy prison, he only succeeded in expanding the walls and giving him better passage deeper into the body. “Y-you don’t want to do that,” she said, drool flecking her lips. Rather than adhere to her warning, he struggled and kicked and bucked madly. With a moan, her whole body clenched. Both guards inside her popped into warm jelly. Dribbles of warmth oozed out of her puckered anus and from between her long, slender legs.
If only the guards were more durable. That was really their only flaw. Next time she did this, she would need an entire army at her disposal. “Soon enough,” she giggled.
Cadence’s steps were a bit wobbly as she approached the jar, and Warren still trapped within. With her green magic, she lifted the jar carefully and brought it up to her face, peering through the clear wall. His little body was shaking and his face spoke of the abject fear that was surging through his soul. “Soon,” she said. “Soon all of your kind will know such fear.”
She brought the jar to her lips and tilted her head back. With the jar tilting slowly, Warren found himself sliding, and struggled to find a grip on the polished interior walls. Beneath him was the ghastly sight of Cadence’s open, hungry maw. Drool dribbled off her thick, polished white, tombstone shaped teeth. Her tongue, thicker than his whole body, stretched out to greet him as he continued to slip down the slide despite his desperate efforts. Warm breath billowed out from the deep throat and fogged the glass, only making it slicker beneath Warren’s hooves.
Warren attempted to brace himself on the rim of the jar, but a little shake knocked him free. The wet, pulsating, squishy tongue yielded as his weight splashed onto it. Warren attempted to scoot out of the maw, but the tongue wrapped around him like an eager snake. Oh, he tasted heavenly. Cadence pushed him into her cheek, and then the roof of her mouth, laughing as he tried to fight her. Fear, she could taste his fear. Although not as succulent as love, fear had a certain spice to it.
Still grinning to show her teeth, Cadence crunched down with the strength of her jaws. Crimson splashed from between her lips and onto the floor. She opened her mouth and crunched again, breaking bones and ripping skin. The flavors of his flesh and blood washing over her tongue were like a fine wine. She continued munching noisily, grinding his very soul into nothingness, before tilting her head back and gulping the meat down.
In her personal bath, Cadence washed the blood and gore that clung to her hooves, ass, and between her legs. The scarlet, the only evidence left of her dark deed, dribbled down the drain and disappeared. She used exotic soaps and shampoos on her fur to assure she smelled enticing. Although there were still a few drops of crimson on the ground, anypony who saw it would pass it off as spilled wine.
Leaving her room, and locking the door behind her, she wandered about the castle in search of a guard who stood alone, instead of with a partner. In the royal library, she found one, who was busy organizing books. She put on a sad face as she approached, and adjusted her walk to a slower speed. Her head hung low, her wings drooped at her sides, and even her horn seemed to sag in melancholy. The guard, noticing his princess, assumed a respectful bow. “Good evening, my princess. Is there anything I can help you with?”
Cadence gave a sad sigh. “Do you think I’m pretty?”
