Shining Armor woke up floating, seemingly held aloft by the great darkness of space. He opened his mouth to yell over the ringing in his ears and only heard gurgling. The thin rattling hiss of oxygen escaping his lips. Shining tightened his mouth, looking to keep himself from wasting any precious air. Beyond the noise in his ears, he heard the rapid pounding of his heart throwing itself against his rib cage as the seconds carried on.
His face ached.
Shining wondered exactly how long it would take for him to pass out. Or if he ever would. What if he stayed conscious? Enduring his lungs shriveling as his air ran out. His heart ultimately stopping and the slow destruction of his brain.
Should he scream?
No, he'll save it for the end of his last words as soon as he could think of something dramatic sounding. He'd need a couple of minutes to sum up his life. Even with death hanging over his head, it still hadn't sunk in. The fact that it was all over.
He was alone, drifting through the silent void and Shining wanted to do something better than shriek as he died. He remembered about that lesson at the academy on drowning victims and what to do in each scenario. He figured that his current situation was basically the same. The absence of air would cause his death. There was no point in trying to swim for land or to lay on his back because it was all space. There was no way out. All he could do was preserve his air and try calling for help.
Maybe, he wasn't too far away from space that nobody could come to his aid?
Shining tried to concentrate. He mentally constructed a simple flare spell and tried to send it off but agonizing pain swelled around the base of his horn. Something recoiled, sending the energy right down the back of his head and increasing the ringing in his ears. Shining shook his head to ease the pain and tried a weaker spell. The magic recoiled again, releasing a searing pain around the corners of his eyes as it rattled his skull.
Space followed different rules, it seemed.
'Why didn't I take any of Twilight's starry parties seriously?' He muttered in his head. 'Oh, that's right. You were too busy trying to catch Cadence's attention while your adorable but annoying sister was ruining the mood. If Twilight was here, I bet she would have come up with something clever right about now.'
He couldn't seem much beyond the distant, uniting blue of some unfamiliar stars. The bulk of vision was dark as he lingered, trying to see if it was all one star or a bunch of stars close together. If he could figure that out, maybe he could tell which part of the sky he was. But would it be useful? Shining closed his eyes. He leaned forward, kicking uselessly at the space around him as his lungs squeezed.
A number of images flashed in his eyes in no particular order. Cadence. Mom and Dad. His sister Twilight. Canterlot. Their two-story house. His school, the CGA. His trainers. His squad's lieutenant. His friends. The first set of armor given to him after he made it through cadet hell. The family's crest.
That weird mare he was with before all this happened.
Shining furrowed his brow. Weird mare?
He conjured a image of her in his head. Short. Soft-spoken. Creamy brown.
The one who kept giggling and giggling at his every word like she was on something and kept fainting left and right. How she even managed to walk her way to his bar to ask directions was a miracle onto itself. After the sixth time she went into one of her fainting spells, he was about to write out his answers on the ground.
And that's when his brain went blank.
He honestly couldn't remember anything else besides taking the time to help her and now...
Huh.
And now he's wound up here, wherever here was.
Shining, caught in his thoughts, accidentally exhaled. Then inhaled, gasping. The air was harder to breathe in. No doubt caused by the lack of proper atmosphere but something went into his lungs as the same. He could breathe. Hope sprung but it was set aside because there didn't seem to be anything he could direct to. This was space. The realm that only Princess Celestia and her many celestial objects could tred in. He was no grand mage. No scientist that knew of star charts or how to channel the mystical energies of the universe. This was far beyond him.
He felt his limbs ache under a pressure prodding at his joints. It was somewhat reassuring. Something he could concentrate on and keep his mind busy. The time he could have panicked has long since passed. It didn't feel right to ruin this peace. There was nothing wrong with going into the night gently.
Shining started to swing his lower body, swaying his tail and bobbing his head as he floated backwards. He hadn't been so lightweight from since he was a colt. For some reason he couldn't float himself up or down but he all the time in the world to learn. He wondered if would he look like a star to all the ponies looking up at the sky at night. A new star they'll give a name to and celebrate without realizing it was him? Well, somebody was bound to notice he was missing. Eventually?
Would his body fall back to Canterlot at some point?
Something was nagging at him as he took shaky gulps of air. Wasn't he helping that weird mare with finding her missing bags before this? She wasn't a unicorn and he didn't know any or how to cast a spell that sent ponies to the stars. What if this was an attack by some rogue spellcaster?
Could she be somewhere around, stuck in the same situation?
Should he try to find her?
Then he heard the strangest sound, a hollow creaking of a door's hinge.
Shining jerked his head up. Faintly, he heard the padding of hooves and then there was heat radiating in front of him. The feel of eyes gazing, roving up and down his body as whoever it was took him in. Shining quickly considered his position. He hadn't gotten hang of space yet but he realized he was in a horizontal position with the softer parts of his body on display.
He could move his arms and legs slightly but not enough to change his position and if he didn't know better, he would suspect that he's been tied up. Suspended in air, not space. But that would be crazy and imply a lot of things that he doesn't want to think about because who would go to the trouble of capturing him? He's nobody.
Then again, who would go to the trouble of sending him to space?
Space.
Stars.
Why didn't he put it together sooner? The legends were true!
“Nightmare Moon, I will never serve you. There will never be a everlasting night as long as I breathe. Release me, you monster!” He gurgled, struggling to launch himself forward. He moved, feeling his upper body bend before he heard the sound of wheels and gears clanking together. Then he was slammed against a hard surface, his limbs held tighter than before. The fiend must have him in her lunar prison for interrogation purposes.
“I won't tell you anything.” He said, wondering if he overheard some key phrase or a part of a secret conversation from the old captain of the guards. Anything that could have been important for the mare in the moon to show her hoof. “Princess Celestia will stop you.”
He hoped.
“Wow, that ball gag and dog muzzle set was worth every copper.” A male, rasping voice. It sounded somewhat familiar but the deeper voice felt off. A half-baked imitation of something else. It reminded him of his friend Arch Helm and his wall-splitting shouts. He replayed the sentence in his head. No, it sounded almost like Arch Helm but base of his voice was off a few decibels.
Shining frowned, this isn't what he expected Nightmare Moon to sound like. Where was the effort? This pony had to be a underling of sorts. The stranger came closer, the heat radiating on Shining's fur rising. He tried to drift himself backwards but the stranger stopped just enough of actually touching him.
“I can't understand a thing that you are saying. Too much drool and slobber.” The voice laughed, warm air blowing onto Shining's coat and sending stupid shivers across his skin. “I guess you can't talk right with that big, hard thing in your mouth. I like the look but...”
A surge of air. Faint steps. Then soft hooves pressing down onto his shoulders. Teeth and a warm tongue grazed the side of face, pulling on something he didn't notice on his skin. The wet tongue squirmed under the stretchy texture, creating a rhythm as Shining shifted, trying to push his head farther away. Finally, the teeth caught onto something that felt like a strap and something popped right out of his mouth.
Air rushed into his lungs.
Shining wigged his lower jaw, feeling the other folds and zippers of the fabric on his muzzle.
“I will never tell you what I know, servant of Nightmare-” His words were cut off as he felt a bottle be jammed down his throat. The lukewarm liquid flooded his mouth, splashing down his sides as he tried to force the source out. The bottle was only tilted slightly, increasing the stream of gooey pulp. A hoof began to rub his throat, trying to force him to swallow.
Shining clenched his eyes. He shook his head left and right, spilling the strange juice down his chin. The servant sighed, the shape of a head rested against Shining's collarbone as he felt the slender body quake. There was a slow clicking of teeth as the bulk of the drink ran out the sides of his open jaw. A good amount still in his mouth.
“I can't believe this. So many plans and this would be the one thing getting in my way.” His captor groaned. “If I was a unicorn, I wouldn't be having this problem.” Shining grunted, still trying to unlodge the bottle. It was promptly pulled out. The liquid was still in his mouth and he got ready to spit when he felt a pair of hooves clamp onto his muzzle. Holding it shut.
“I wonder what you were thinking about doing, guard?” The words were whispered against his neck, lips brushing against his sweating skin. “Don't you want to have a drink? I know you're thirsty. You've been out for a whole forty-five minutes.” A tongue slithered up and down, rubbing circles around the bob of his throat. “I'm thirsty.”
Shining grunted. The tongue lapped at the bob before reaching up and licking at the nook of his chin. Shining's throat muscles slowly began to relax as the licking became small, tight kisses. Nipping and pressing with teeth gently tugging at the folds of his skin. Soft noises started escaping his nose as he felt a shuddering inhale escape as the mouth on his neck made it's way to his left ear. He flicked his ear to keep it away but it didn't stop the neat, sharp bite on its tip. Then three gentle licks wiped away the pain. The mouth took in one-third of his ear and sucked.
Shining arched his head and swallowed, cursing himself.
“Did you swallow?”
Shining turned his head, both of his ears low.
“You're a disobedient boy if you didn't.” The captor purred. “I thought royal guards knew how to obey orders. It looks like I'll have to take my time training you.”
“Look, I don't know what's doing on here.” Shining said, thinking how he caught the attention of some lunar creature. “I'm just a private. A recent private. I don't know any state secrets. I'm not all that important to the government.” Yet, he thought privately. “I think you have the wrong guy.”
“Hmm.” He heard the sound of the bottle in the creature's hooves before he felt a knee to the gut and the bottle was inserted in once more. Shining choked as the bottle was squeezed from the other end and gushed down his body. “All I wanted to hear was a yes or no. But I'll be honest with you, I don't want to hear no, right now. So-”
The bottle was ripped out of his mouth. The hooves were back on his mouth, craning his head back until it collided with a wall. The liquid pooled to the back of his throat. Shining tried to buck, to heave as he felt heat go up his form. His ears trembled as the tongue brushed along the edge of each ear. Teeth landed on his right ear, slowly increasing pressure. Shining groaned, wheezing through his nose as he felt pleasure rush up and down his body. He gulped only a little. The liquid tasted a little different as it went down his throat, releasing in his belly. Shining's lower body burned. His dick began to expand from its sheath, growing harder as Shining's mind began to boil.
“Look who's happy to see me.” The teeth vanished from his ear and the hooves let go. “Hi there, little solider.” That was the only warning he got before the head of his cock was enveloped in moist, hot heat. Shining slammed his head back, kicking his legs as he tried to knock the creature off. The liquid splattered from his mouth. He groaned out a sigh as the juice oozed down his face but most of it he swallowed as his hips rocked against his will.
The creature let his cock free, lazily licking as it spoke. “This little solider here is a better stallion than you are, guard. It knows that I'm in charge and how to follow orders. Something you could be so, so much better at, I think.” The creature stopped licking and there was that wheeling sound before he dropped onto a hard surface. It felt a little like a toilet seat but he imagined it was some sort of moon furniture.
“But this solider is in terrible shape. It's only half hard. I want to see little solider at full mast.” He felt the creature's head rest against his shoulder and trembling coming from the creature's small frame. Shining ducked his head, picking up a scent of old wood and rose oil. Wordless noises were moaned against his body before he felt something hover over his hips. The creature's wispy legs spread, descending slowly on Shining's cock. His cock head barely passed the creature's tight rim when he heard a sharp gasp.
“What am I thinking? I'm being counterproductive. I should just come back-” Shining's hips bucked, pushing more of his shaft into the creature who cried out. It was such a appealing sound. For a moment, the creature sounded cute. “What do you think you're doing?” Shining stayed silent though his hips tried to arch themselves to a better angle.
“Uh. Uh. We do this at my pace.”
The creature began to bounce, sliding himself up and down the top part of Shining's shaft. His cock's head trickled with pre-cum as his dick tried to force its way deeper. Sounds escaped his throat, growing deeper and feral. What was happening to him? The creature shook on top of him, hissing silent squeals. It was so annoying. He wanted to hear his captor cry out one more time. His hips jerked harder, building a rhythm between them. Skin slapping skin as the sweat of their bodies dripped down their chests. He still couldn't get deeper.
Shining felt the creature's own dick harden as he shifted his hips. A gasp of pleasure rocked Shining's core. How... The creature stuttered, “I'm in charge, guard! I'm your lord, your judge and your master,” wheezing as he resettled himself.
'Lord?' Shining played with in his head. 'That's adorable.'
Finding the right angle, Shining pushed with his knees into the back of the creature, pushing him forward and allowing him to get farther inside. His lord yelped, sinking on more of his hungry dick. It was only halfway but it felt like his lord couldn't handle any more. His hole clenched and writhed as his shaft burrowed through.
Shining felt dizzy.
Shouldn't he be trying to escape?
All he wanted was a little more and then he'll escape. He still wasn't all the way in.
Shining thrust, grunting as he felt his lord's body shudder and hooves claw uselessly at him. His lord cried soundlessly, saliva dripping out of his begging mouth. Whispering against his body. Why did it feel so irritating? Shining writhed against his restraints, tugging harder and harder against them. If he could just get his hooves on...
What is he thinking?
He has a stallion riding on his dick!
Why is he thinking?
His lord still wasn't pleased. He hasn't made that sound again, that aching cry. Shining dragged his tongue across his cracking lips, tasting the drink dried there.
Why did his lord have to be so short? He's thirsty and horny and his lord wasn't playing fair. Shining felt something snap around his horn. Unconsciously, he'd been trying to levitate his lord closer. Now aware, the pain felt so dull. Something stony fell on his nose and he shook it off. He wondered what that was. Oddly, his horn felt lighter.
His lord's insides contracted as if he was just about to cum. Shining groaned, they'd been going at it for while and his dick seemed to keep getting harder and harder. His lord abruptly pulled himself up, Shining's dick sliding out with a noisy pop with juices splattering between them. His lord caught his breath, loudly backing away.
Something in Shining growled.
Where was he going?
They weren't... He hadn't...
“That took longer than I thought but the mix is working as expected.” His lord huffed, his voice hoarse. Shining turned his head slightly, mentally measuring the distance between them. There was a slight echo so they were in a enclosed space. Only one door and the mechanism holding Shining in place had to be nearby. His lord kept on talking but Shining was distracted, thinking.
“How does it feel to become nothing but a slobbering depraved beast? You're nothing more than an animal. A disgusting mutt yielding to anything that can make you feel good. Imagine if any of your friends and family came across you in this state? How about your precious Cadence? By the end of our time together, you'll suffer the same way I did.”
Then the door creaked and Shining was alone. Shining grew hotter. His dick grew thicker, blood pulsating as cum dribbled down his shaft. It became harder to breath. He opened his mouth, moaning as he waited. He bucked aimlessly at the air.
Shining felt feverish.
He just wanted...
His horn sparked and Shining took off the blindfold. He levitated it in front of his face, staring at the thick black fabric. He dropped the blindfold, bringing his attention to the set of wheels welded to the left wall. Shining studied it, encasing it with his magic as he broke three of the internal notches. Then he brought the blindfold back over his eyes and retied it.
He licked his lips and waited once more.
Shining Armor woke up floating, seemingly held aloft by the great darkness of space. He opened his mouth to scream and only heard his gurgling and the thin rattling hiss of oxygen escaping his lips. So this was space. Or the sky. Or his short death because he could only hold his breath for so long. Shining tried to concentrate and send off a simple flare spell but pain swelled around his horn and he quickly stopped. Space followed different rules, it seemed.
Should he scream?
A number of images flashed in his eyes in no particular order; his mom and dad, his sister Twilight at school, his school, Cadence, his trainers, his friends, the drill sergeant, his first set of armor, the family's crest and that weird mare he was with before this happened. The one who kept on giggling and giggling at every word he said and kept on fainting when he finished giving her directions. After the sixth time, he was about to draw them on the ground.
And that's when his brain went blank.
Huh.
And so he was here, whatever here was.
He couldn't see much but the distant uniting blue of some unfamiliar stars. Shining closed his eyes, leaning forward and kicking uselessly at the space around him. He felt his limbs ache under a pressure prodding at his joints. It felt somewhat reassuring.
Shining started to swing his lower body, swaying his tail and bobbing his head as he floated backwards.
For some reason he couldn't float himself up or down but he all the time in the world to learn. Something was nagging at him though. Wasn't he helping that mare with finding her missing bags before this? She wasn't a unicorn and he didn't know any or how to cast a spell that sent ponies to the stars.
Then he heard the strangest sound, a hollow creaking of a door's hinge.
Shining jerked his head up. Then there was heat next to his face and the feel of eyes gazing upon him. Space? Stars? Why didn't he put it together sooner? The legends were true!
“Nightmare Moon, I won't serve you. Release me, you monster.” He gurgled, struggling to launch himself forward. He made it so far until he heard a wheeling sound and he was slammed against a wall. “I won't tell you anything. Princess Celestia will stop you.”
“Wow, that ball gag was worth every bit.” A male voice snorted. It sounded familiar. “Can you speak louder? I can't understand you.” He laughed, warm breath blowing onto Shining's chest. “I wonder what you're trying to say?”
The heat grew hotter and he felt teeth brush against his face. Shining flailed, trying to himself away. The teeth pulled and something popped out of his mouth. Air rushed into his lungs.
“I will never tell you what I know, Nightmare-” His words were cut off as he felt a bottle jammed down his throat. The lukewarm liquid flooded his mouth as he tried to force it out of his throat. The bottle was force farther and then a hoof began rubbing his throat. Shining clenched his eyes and shook his head left and right, trying not to swallow.
The bottle was pulled out right before he felt a pair of hooves clamp onto his muzzle. One hoof remained on his mouth and the other rest rubbing at his throat. Shining gulped.
“I was a little worried there.” A nervous chuckle. “I've been studying you and estimating your weight-class but you're about up fifteen minutes earlier than I thought you would be. I'm sure I got the mix right this time. So,” A pause. “Do you know who I am?”
Shining sighed. “Okay, I get it. This is some joke, Ridge, to get me back for cleaning you out of everything from last game night. You acted like you were going to really going to give me two month's worth of meal tickets and vouch for me at shift change but we all know how you are. I should have guessed you would have pulled a stunt behind this.” He gave a slow, judgmental nod to where he imagined Ridge to be standing and holding him up with his magic. “What do you want?”
“What do I want? I think you're misunderstanding the situation-”
“I think I'm understanding it clearly. Who's with you? Tin Star? Arch Helm? Are they going through my bunk as we speak? I bet they are.” He tried to roll his shoulders as he felt a pricking sensation spread through his body. “If you want all your stuff back, fine. I'm not going to be petty with you. Now let me go.”
“You've been kidnapped.” The voice said slowly. “I have kidnapped you. I am not any of your friends.”
“Not anymore with this act. I thought we were friends, Ridge. What about that time in Basic Training? I remember you not being so angry and impulsive all of the damn time. I mean, what crawled up your ass and died. You had a dream of becoming the rookie of the year. You wanted to do your time and sent out to the active field like Zebrica, Stalliongrad and even the Frozen North." He added, lowering his voice as he remembered Ridge pledging his life to become a international harmony keeper. "You were a crazy bastard about wanting to head out there.”
The darkness in front of his eyes were ripped away. He blinked slowly, adjusting to the light and dragged his eyes to the earth pony in front of him. The pony was average, slender and glaring at him. Hadn't he seen this pony somewhere? Brown coat, blue eyes...
“Do you have a sister?”
The pony glared harder.
