Captain’s Mast
“Atten-tion!”
A sea of stallions and mares snapped to attention. Eyes wide and muzzles blank, they stood, breathed, and waited as one.
Captain Shining Armor paced up and down the line of silent ponies, his purple armor gleaming in the fading sunlight. Whereas the others’ armor, coats, and manes were dirtied with sweat and grime, not a speck marred his perfect grooming.
Shining looked up at the ocean of equines before him and scowled. “I’ve never seen a sorrier batch of recruits in my life! And to think you call yourselves Royal Guards in training!”
Silence.
Shining spun around and pointed at a stallion whose jaw was twitching. “Do you have something to say, recruit?”
“N-n-n—”
“Do you think a simple sparring exercise should be so difficult, recruit?” Shining advanced on him. “Huh? Answer me!”
“N-n-no, s-sir!” The stallion’s hooves quaked, his eyes darting everywhere but directly in front of him.
Shining turned away from the shivering stallion. “That’s what I thought. Apparently, I was alone in that.” He swept his glare down the line, taking care to ensure that everypony saw the disappointment in his eyes.
Silence again.
Shining stomped a forehoof on the grass. “We’ll try this again tomorrow morning, 0600 sharp. Back to the mess hall, then your barracks. Dismissed!”
The waves parted, receding, as the sea of recruits scattered. Dust and dirt filled the air at their eager hooves. Shining closed his eyes for a few moments, only to open them and find himself alone on the destroyed field.
Just a few sparring drills. Hoof-to-hoof combat. Shouldn’t tear the grass to shreds. Shouldn’t require the royal landscapers to fix, Shining thought, probing the torn turf with the tip of his forehoof. He snorted. No, it shouldn’t. But that’s just my luck, isn’t it?
With a sigh, Shining started towards the Crystal Palace, the day’s disappointments following him through the sunset and moonrise.
~
The moment Shining Armor’s hooves met the Crystal Palace doors, he became a Prince rather than a Captain—or so his servants believed.
On a typical weekday, Shining would have headed to his office before climbing the stairs to his chambers. His day didn’t end with the dusk as it had for years prior; it often didn’t end until he collapsed, exhausted, a mountain of paperwork both behind and awaiting him.
Today was far from typical. By the time he reached the courtyard, Shining’s hooves felt heavier than his horseshoes. His ears drooped, his muzzle contorted into a tight frown, and his eyes traced the floor with each step.
I understand that Canterlot needs more guards right now—fucking changelings—but could I have asked for a worse group? This is what happens when we use conscripts, ugh.
Shining shook his head. None of that. The landscapers will take care of the field, and I’ll conduct some drills in the stadium in the meantime. Hopefully they won’t ruin that too…
Sighing again, Shining trotted past his office and beelined for the stairs. I’ll take care of the day’s report before first light tomorrow. For now, all I want is some rest, and maybe some dinner.
Once he ascended the stairs, Shining unlocked the door to his chambers with a spell that matched only his and Princess Cadence’s magical signatures. Strike and tumbler turned. He entered, then locked the door behind him.
Inside, Shining looked around the master bedroom. One of Sombra’s few qualities had been his taste in interior design. The enormous room was illuminated by hoof-carved crystal chandeliers, along with a crystal hearth constructed from a myriad of stunning gemstones.
It was here that Shining normally reunited with Cadence after one of his many long days. The Princess of Love often enjoyed reclining on one of the plush, velvet couches or cushions while she read one of her romance novels or wrote letters by the hearth.
Tonight, Cadence was nowhere to be seen. The hearth lay unlit, a chill in the air.
Of course. Shining inwardly sighed and sparked his horn. Once the fire was roaring, Shining started towards the bathroom. A shower sounds really nice. Wash the rest of today down the drain.
Suddenly, Shining heard horseshoes on crystalline floor. Ears pricked, he lit his horn and glanced towards the door. “Cadence?”
A door opened to his right. Shining spun around to see a familiar form emerge from the bathroom.
Princess Cadence, her mane tucked beneath a golden Royal Guard helmet, her wings folded against a suit of armor, closed the door behind her and met his gaze.
The traditional battle gear had been modified by her own unique touches. The helmet’s galea was dyed in shades of purple, pink, and yellow, replacing the noble blue. Her cutiemark, cast in sapphire, adorned the chestplate, rather than an insignia. Instead of the iron horseshoes, she wore her golden slippers.
Shining looked her up and down, a familiar warmth building in his chest as his heartbeat quickened. So we’re playing that game tonight, are we?
“Good evening, Captain,” Cadence said.
“Good evening, Private Cadenza,” Shining replied, a smile tugging at his lips. Well then, game on, Cady. “How are you tonight?”
Cadence huffed and shook her head. “Awful. I hate my new post!” She trotted over to him. “Why did you remove me from my last assignment?”
Shining cleared his throat. “Well, Private Cadenza, you see… um…” He blinked. No chit-chat first? What is she—
“See what, Captain? I liked my post!” Cadence stomped both forehooves. “I liked it, and you took it away from me!”
—Diving right into it. Alright. Shining failed to suppress his smirk. “Private Cadenza, did I give you permission to whine?”
Cadence huffed. “I’m not whining, Captain! I’m complaining!”
Shining raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that so?”
Cadence responded by flicking her tail across his nose. A tantalizing musk danced across his nostrils. Sweet, savory, powerful estrogen and pheromones, the scent sent the warmth in his chest radiating down between his hind legs.
“It is. So take care of it!” Cadence flicked her tail across his snout, giving him another whiff. She then turned around, revealing her uncovered backside.
Her bushy, tri-colored tail raised and flagged, craving his attention. Directly below her tail, past her puckered tailhole, she lay on full display for him. Her soft, puffy labia dripped with beads of arousal and framed her winking, heart-shaped clitoris. Above her pearl, her entrance pulsated with each wink, drawing his gaze, silently begging to be plundered.
Cadence looked over her shoulder with her eyes narrowed, fluttering her lashes in time with her growing smirk. She lifted her wings to their full height, primaries arching towards the heavens.
“Private Cadenza,” Shining said, his baritone booming to bass, “this is completely inappropriate.”
Cadence giggled and swept her tail across his lips. “Oh, is it, Captain? Because your own little Private doesn’t seem to think so.”
Shining licked his lips, hypnotized by her rhythmic winking. His stallionhood stirred, emerging from its sheath.
“Mmm.” Cadence wiggled her rump. “I’m sure we can work something out, right, Captain? You give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want.”
Shining felt a groan escape his lips as he extended completely, his member smacking against his belly. His firm, dark-blue length swung between his hind legs as he approached her. Behind his shaft, a matching pair of balls swayed. And there’s my cue. But just to be sure…
“Private Cadenza, you do not make the rules here! Stop this behavior at once!” Shining exclaimed, authoritative tone rising above the rapid buzzing in his brain. He stood beside her and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Is it still ‘yellow’ and ‘red,’ honey?”
“You’ve got it, handsome,” Cadence whispered back, before Private Cadenza stepped in. This time, instead of a flick, she smacked her Captain across the chest with her thick tail. “If you don’t give me what I want, I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” Shining pressed his muzzle against hers, his eyes wild. “You don’t get to choose your position, Private!” He trotted circles around her, his hooves stomping on the floor. “But since that concept eludes you, we’ll just have to make your body understand it for you!”
Shining stomped a forehoof and shouted, “Spread ‘em!”
The Private’s eyes widened. “W-what?”
“That’s not a suggestion!”
With a flash of pink light, two sets of hoof-spreaders snapped between the Private’s legs, forcing them apart. Another spark of magic tied a silken rope around the base of her tail and the crystal heart on her chestplate, pinning her tail against her back.
“Wh-what’s the meaning of this?!” Private Cadenza cried out, struggling in her restraints.
Now with an unobstructed view of her marehood, Shining allowed himself to drink it in. He leaned forward and exhaled, his hot breath misting across her throbbing button.
The Private wiggled and squirmed. “Captain, d-don’t!!”
Ignoring her cries, Shining brought his forehooves up to her plump rear and began to massage her flanks, his rough keratin caressing her cutiemarks. Warmth radiated beneath his touch as he kneaded the supple flesh. He leaned down, angling himself towards her hooves.
She gasped. “C-Captain, this is not—!”
Her cry died in her throat as Shining’s amast cock brushed against her hindhooves. Shining moaned at the sensation of her soft, welcoming fur rubbing against his most sensitive of skin. Using her rear as leverage, he reared up and thrust his hips forward, dragging his length across her left fetlock, then her right. The fine hairs almost tickled, the delicate touch sending chills down his spine.
“Aaah, about time you put your hooves to work,” Shining muttered through gritted teeth, closing his eyes as he slowly thrust across each fetlock.
She wiggled in her restraints. “St-stop it!”
Her cries went unheeded. As he continued to thrust, Shining moved his forelegs to her sides. With a wicked grin, using the tips of his forehooves, he began to tickle under her wing joints and across her ribs. His motions were fast and light, jumping across her body.
With a noise between a giggle and a gasp, the Private squirmed further, thrashing at her bonds. Shining amplified his assault, both his tickling forehooves and his thrusting cock quickening their pace.
“C-Captain, wh-what are y-you d-doing?” she managed between gasps and giggles, still struggling at her shackles and rope.
Oh, she’s getting damn good at this. “If you’ve got time to whine, Private, you’ve got time to work! And we can’t have you—hah—wasting—mmf—time!”
Shining reached his torturous forehooves around to her stomach next. They slid across her delicate, sensitive teats, the smooth skin and hard nipples incredibly responsive—evidenced by her loud gasp—to his tickling. He then angled his hips to thrust his member across her fetlocks again, needing that dainty touch. Shining’s hooves worked their magic on his bound victim while his pulsing member thrust across hers.
Then, when he brought his forehooves back to squeeze and cling at her rump, Shining got another wicked idea. He repositioned his hips. I wonder if…
Another groan escaped his throat as he pushed up against her leg rather than across, more of her smooth fur gliding over his length. “Oooh, yes,” he said with a groan, more of that unbelievable warmth teasing his flesh and adding to that growing ache in his loins.
A feminine groan joined his. “Haaaah…”
Shining opened his eyes to see the Private looking away from him, ears flattened, eyes held shut. The scarlet darkening her pink cheeks betrayed her.
“You seem to be enjoying this, Private Cadenza,” Shining said with a smug grin.
“No I’m not!” The Private twitched as Shining rubbed his cock up and down her other leg. “I—I’ll tell Princess Cadence about this!”
And there’s my next cue!
Shining dismounted her, returning to all four hooves. A drop of precum drizzled from his bobbing member. “You’re really going to go behind your Captain’s back like that?”
She sputtered, mouth opening and closing, as his horn glowed.
A split second later, Shining teleported right in front of her. Her mouth hung open in mid-stammer.
Good, he thought.
Grabbing the sides of her helmet, Shining pulled the Private’s head down and thrust his hips forward. With practiced ease, he jammed the wide head of his rock-hard member into her mouth. She yelped, her lips closing around it.
Shining moaned in satisfaction as he felt that warm, wet heat envelop his cock. He held her head steady as he pushed it further into her muzzle, her tongue pinned beneath his girth. Inch after inch of his shaft passed her lips, until he finally paused with his medial ring just past her lips.
A low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest. Private Cadenza’s mouth was made for his cock. Tight, wet, and, above all, warm, it was a snug, perfect fit. Her wide, flat tongue embraced him from below, while the textured roof of her mouth curved around him from on high. Every little whimper and moan caused her mouth to vibrate around him, adding yet more to the plethora of sensation.
“Now that your mouth is full, you’re going to listen to me,” Shining said with a half-groan, half-snarl, looking down into her magenta eyes. “You start sucking and don’t stop until I say so. And if you even think of biting me, Celestia help you!”
He pushed deeper, the tip of his head pressing against the back of her throat. She moaned, sending vibrations through his head and down his shaft. Shining hissed and pushed a little further. She made a gurgling noise, her eyes widening, but didn’t retch or choke.
Shining continued to thrust forward, slow and careful, until his orbs rested against her chin. Her eyes watered as she looked up at him, expression somewhere between innocent and confused.
“Yellow? Red?” he asked gently.
Cadence shook her head.
Shining nodded and tightened his grip on Private Cadenza’s helmet. He held himself there, shuddering pleasure flooding his nerves, and enjoying that incredible, all-encompassing heat. She wrapped her tongue around him, lathering him with warm saliva, lapping, flicking, sucking.
Shining closed his eyes and sighed. “Aaah… S-such a good little cocksucker… Mm… But let’s see what you can really take…”
With a jerk of his hips, he withdrew all the way to the head. There, he let himself linger, savoring the feeling as she suckled at him needily.
Then, with one swift buck of his hips, Shining thrust all the way back in.
”Mmmmmmmmrf!” Private Cadenza moaned and gurgled, embracing him in warm wetness once again. Shining groaned in response, precum leaking down her throat, then pulled back out even faster than before.
He slammed himself back inside, Private Cadenza buckling at the force. Her hind legs shivered, her wings twitched helplessly, feathers shaking like leaves in the still air.
Shining took a deep breath through his nostrils, ensnaring a wafting scent. She was wet—no, wetter—no, dripping, and he could smell every drop. His captured cock twitched at both this realization and the sensation of her enthusiastic tongue, which swirled, twirled, and danced along him with every inward thrust.
“Looks like you actually can do something right, Private,” Shining said between grunts of pleasure, every word an effort. “Maybe you’ll learn something from your punishment yet.”
Private Cadenza swallowed around him, making Shining groan as he grew weak in the knees.
Shining wrapped a forehoof around her mane and tugged sharply. “Less talking, more sucking!”
With that, he pulled back, and, before she could dare another word, slammed forward again.
And again.
And again.
Soon, Shining found his pace. Balancing on his hindhooves, one forehoof holding her head up, the other pulling at her mane, Shining worked over Private Cadenza with every strong buck of his hips. His cock slid across her tongue and down her throat with ease, coated in a sheen of her saliva. Rough, strong, quick strokes filled her mouth over and over, his cock thick and firm and throbbing. His hefty balls smacked against her taut lips with each mighty thrust.
Her furnace of a mouth made it nigh-impossible to stand, but he managed. The incredible, pulsing pleasure building in his loins overwhelmed his senses. All he knew was the growing ache and the increasing twitches of his stiff member in the insubordinate soldier’s mouth.
Her teetered dangerously close to the edge, unable to hold back any longer while the soldier so eagerly sucked and swallowed around him. Shining gave one final push, filling her mouth and throat to the hilt with his throbbing cock. The head flared, spreading her throat. His balls contracted with the last addition of that sweet pressure. With a final, decisive cry of pleasure, Shining came.
She closed her eyes as he whinnied, long and low, his cry echoing off the crystal chandeliers.
Gobs of sticky, thick, virile seed shot down her throat. She gulped audibly with each swallow, torrents of his cum filling her mouth faster than she could clear it. White ropes of his prize spilled from her lips, matting the fur on her cheeks and chin, as she struggled to take him all. Excessive seed rained in rivers along the floor, slick and slippery as her forehooves struggled for purchase.
After what seemed like an eternity, Shining gave one last, valiant spurt. He panted heavily, relishing in the satisfaction of his climax. Only his realization that Private Cadenza needed to breathe caused him to pull himself free with an echoing pop.
To Shining’s shock, he was still hard. The familiar pressure had returned almost immediately, aching again for relief. Wow… That’s never happened before…
“Hah… Aaaah…” Panting for breath, Private Cadenza looked up at him, her eyes watering. Saliva pooled around her lips and dribbled to the floor, excess drool hanging from her chin. “C-Captain… C-Captain, please…”
In spite of the screaming stiffness smacking against his belly, Shining took the opportunity to drive the point home. “Have you learned what your mouth is for, Private?”
Private Cadenza hung her head and stared at the floor. “Y-yes... “
Shining smirked. “Yes, what?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Good. Now I’m going to show you what your wings are for.”
Wide-eyed, she repeated, “‘Wings’? Wh-what are you going to do to my wings?”
“You’ll see,” Shining said with a wide grin, before lighting his horn once more.
He teleported again, reappearing in a puff of magic. Behind her for a second time, he was pleased to see that his sense of smell was accurate as ever.
A small puddle of nectar pooled on the floor below her, creating a delectable scent to tease his nostrils. One whiff had added to the wildfire burning in his veins. Consumed by lust, he mounted her a second time.
Lining up his hips, Shining Armor angled himself between her hindhooves again. Before he made his first thrust, he moved one forehoof down and fished for her pearl. The hot little nub twitched at his touch, thumping in time with her heartbeat.
“Aaaaah!” Private Cadenza trembled in all four hooves. “C-Captain—”
“Since you’ve been so good with your mouth, you deserve a little reward.” Shining tapped her button with the tip of his forehoof.
She responded by pushing back against his forehoof with a whimper. Grinning, Shining rewarded her in kind, increasing his speed.
Yet, Shining Armor was not a selfless stallion.
One forehoof squeezing her flank, the other stroking her winking clit, Shining stood tall, brought his hips forward, and thrust his cock along her hindhooves.
Shining’s tongue flopped out of his open mouth at the feel of her silken coat. More sensitive than he had ever been, his member twitched at every minute motion as it traveled across her fur. He wasted no time, quickly building a frantic pace, his balls swinging pendulums in time with the thrusts of his hoofjob.
Beneath him, Private Cadenza’s wings shivered, feathers quivering. The mare threw her head back in a high-pitched whinny. Her desperate clit grew and swelled at his further touches, a little erection of its own. She accepted her position now, under the control of his forehoof, pleading with him with moans and cries of necessity.
Fortunately for Shining, his second climax drew near in far less time than his first. Soon, he felt a strong twitch shake his entire being, his member shuddering with looming pleasure. The flames stoked in his loins warned of the coming tempest, and he knew where the rain should fall.
Drawing his hips back, Shining doubled his efforts on Private Cadenza’s clit. She reacted violently, thrashing and squirming, blood rushing to her cheeks and loins. Her velvety lips swelled, her entrance pulsated in time with her button, and, most of all, her surrounding fur and the floor received a double coating of generous, viscous honey.
“Aaaaah! I-I’m close!” she shouted, pushing back against his hoof all she could.
Sweat rolling down his forehead and mane, Shining repositioned himself. His cock grinded against her thick tail. He thrust once, twice, a third time, short little strokes, until one last, mighty thrust sent him tumbling over the edge.
With a second low, throaty groan, Shining erupted, his forehoof continuing to play the private like a high-pitched fiddle. His ears were deaf to her screams of pleasure as he hit the peak.
From his pent-up balls came forth an avalanche of white. White blanketed her wings, smattering like paint against the canvas of pink and purple. Even her blue-tipped primaries were not spared, their unique trademark washed away in a tundra of seed. It coated both wings from their joints to their tips, sticky and warm.
Shining’s mind was pierced with nothing but white, white, white—white-hot pleasure drowned out all other thought. The most intense orgasm in recent memory swept away any of the worries that hid in his subconscious. All he felt was relief as the most burning pressure faded, a flame dying to ember and then smouldering to ash.
Breathing deep, Shining pulled away from her, both cock and hoof, and not a moment too soon.
Her cum-soaked wings arched with her cum-splattered back as she reached the same edge. A torrent of juices flowed from her throbbing entrance and clit, rolling to join the rest on her matted fur and wet floor.
If Shining had anything left in him, he would have came from the scent alone—the essence of feminine, sweet and savory and earthy and hot, oh so hot, temperature and temperament, and all because of him.
Still panting, his heart slowly reverting to its normal thump, Shining watched the show until she, in an exhausted tone, murmured, “R-red.”
Shining Armor immediately cast his spell and removed the restraints from Cadence’s hooves and tail. His member softening and retreating into its sheath, he trotted up to her, a look of concern on his muzzle. “Are you okay, Cady?”
Eyes closed, Cadence continued to catch her breath. “Sh… Shiny…”
“Was I too rough?” Shining’s horn glowed. “Do you need anything? Water?” When she didn’t reply, his eyes widened. “Did I hurt you? I’m—”
“Shiny!” After a cough, Cadence raised a forehoof. “I… just give me a minute.”
Shining took a step back, giving her room to breathe.
A moment passed. Then, Cadence stood tall and shook out her wings and limbs. She looked over her shoulder at her dirtied wings and smiled, then turned back to him. “Nothing to worry about, Shiny. I just needed to catch my breath.”
“You sure?” Shining raised an eyebrow. “Because this all happened kinda fast, and even though you used the code phrases, I wasn’t quite sure if—”
Cadence silenced him with a forehoof to his lips. “Oh, Shiny,” she said, chuckling, “we’ve done this more than a few times now. If I needed to slow down or stop, I would have told you.” She lowered her forehoof and smiled. “Though, I appreciate you asking if I was alright.” She kissed his cheek, then softly pecked his lips.
When they broke the kiss, Shining smiled. “Heh, well, I just wanted to be sure.”
“And thank you for that.” Cadence nuzzled his neck. “You sure enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?”
Shining blushed. “Heh, just a little bit, in case it wasn’t obvious.”
Cadence rested her head against his shoulder. “I figured it would be a nice surprise for you. I heard you had a rough day.”
Shining sighed. “Yeah, I did. But you know what, Cady?”
“What’s that, Shiny?”
Wrapping a forehoof around her waist, Shining kissed her snout. “It’s never a rough day for long when you’re around.”
“Aww. Because I give you hot sex?” Cadence wiggled her eyebrows.
Shining bit his lip, then forced a chuckle. “Well, it certainly helps...”
Cadence laughed. “Well, at least you’re honest.”
“It’s the least I could do.” Shining kissed her forehead. “Say, how long were you waiting for me?”
“Ohh… About an hour. You were late.”
“Aw, I’m sorry.”
“No problem. You can make it up to me later, after all.” Cadence winked.
Shining grinned. “How much later?”
“Well… I don’t know about you, but I could use a shower.” Cadence lowered her eyelids. “Maybe we could… discuss it there?”
Shining lowered his in turn. “Sounds like a good idea to me.”
“Though, there is one thing…” Cadence gestured to her outfit. “I don’t think I should get this armor wet.”
Shining paused, then said, “I think regulations call for removal of armor prior to showering… Private.”
Cadence laughed, smacking his side with a wing. “Oh, hush, Captain. You know, we’ll have to see about you being the Private once in a while.”
Though Shining blushed, he certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea. For now, however, he got up and followed his wife into the bathroom, eager to get clean—and dirty—all over again.
