Shining stumbles into his bedroom, shaking his head. Shaking his head to clear out... something is wrong. He is very, very tired. What is wrong? It is pink. It is pink and big and Cadance. Cadance is in his room. Why is Cadance in his room? How is Cadance in his room? Why is Cadance in his room?
He blinks at her, waits a few moments, and blinks again. “Cadance?” he says, at last.
She smiles. Big happy smile. Lots of teeth. Pointy pretty pinchy teeth. “Good evening, my knight in Shining Armor!”
He blinks, his two eyes not quite together. Very tired.
“Aren't you going to give me a kiss?”
Right. Fiancé. Kisses. Right. He walks toward her, but maybe it is a little too sideways and he isn't quite looking straight at her and he isn't right where he should be.
But she steps up in front of him. Good. Cadance makes things easy. Cadance is good.
They lean toward each other. Cadance licks her lips. Long slinky tongue, so snake-like, so alive, so long. He stares at it. The snake is charming him – isn't it supposed to be the other way around? Wait, why is he a snake charmer? He is a royal guard! Captain of the royal guard! He has many shiny medals and a—
“Shining?” Cadance's face is close, very close. It makes Shining remember what he is doing.
He looks at her face. Her face is so familiar. But something is strange. For some reason, he doesn't want to kiss her face. Her face is wrong. Why is her face wrong? Stupid, her face isn't wrong. It looks like normal Cadance's face. Why is it wrong? He pulls back a little, wanting to look at her face and think about why her face is wrong. Something is wrong. His head hurts. It was a long day at work. Very, very tired.
“Aw, Shining? Are you having another one of your headaches? Here, let me help.” Cadance makes the green magic.
The green magic is scary for some reason, but Shining really likes it. He likes it a lot. The green magic makes his headaches go away. Cadance's horn glows, glows scary, pretty green, and then Shining feels good. He has no more headache.
Cadance's face is not wrong anymore. Not wrong now. It was never wrong. Everything is perfect. Everything is fine. He wants to kiss it. He needs to kiss it. He will die if he does not kiss it.
He kisses it. It is fire and ice and light and shadow. Soft as steel, hard as silk. He could melt in it. He does melt in it. It dissolves him into it and it won't let him go out of it.
Cadance's tongue flicks inside and down. Why is it so long? For some reason, long tongue seems wrong tongue, but wrong tongue is Cadance's tongue and Cadance's tongue cannot be wrong tongue. Shining sucks lightly on the wrong right Cadance tongue. He wants it inside. He wants it deeper. He wants it inside more.
Cadance pulls away. That is bad. He wants more Cadance. Why did Cadance pull away? She looks at him, funny half-closed eye look.
“We're alone in your bedroom,” Cadance whispers to him. Whispers are good. They don't make heads ache.
Cadance knows lots of things. “This is my bedroom,” Shining told her.
“It is.”
“This is where I sleep.”
Cadance gets closer. Closer is good. Closer is nice. Closer means he can feel warm from her. Warm is nice. “It's also where we can do other things.”
“We can do other things here.”
“Where we can do naughty things.”
“We can do naughty things here.”
“What naughty things do you want to do?” She steps back. Back is not good, back is farther away. Farther away is bad. She touches her body. Why does she touch her body? There is something on her body. What is on her body? It is lacy it is frilly it is tight it is very small. She did not wear that before when he saw her before. It is strange. It makes Shining feel strange things. It makes Shining feel strange good things. It makes Shining feel strange good tingly things under his belly.
“This is where I sleep.” Shining likes sleep. Sleep is good and easy and good and nice. There are no headaches in his sleep, and there is no good scary green magic in his sleep.
Cadance slumps her shoulders and rolls her eyes. This is not good. This means Shining was stupid. Shining does not like to be stupid around Cadance, because Cadance is so smart and so wise. It embarrasses Shining to be Stupid in front of Cadance. He does not like it.
Cadance lays on the bed. “Come lay with me,” Cadance says. Cadance pats the bed next to her.
Shining does what she told him to. He always does what she tells him to. Cadance is very smart and wise and it is good to do what she tells him to do. He lays on the bed next to Cadance.
Cadance rolls onto him. This is strange. He is not a bed, he is on a bed. The difference between him and a bed is that he is on a bed and a bed is not on him. Is Cadance a bed? Cadance is on him. Cadance is not a bed. Cadance kisses him. Long, luxuriant kisses that go so deep. He likes to suckle her kisses and he wants more of them.
“Do you want me, Shining?” She looks down at him with eyes. Her eyes are green for a moment. That is strange. That is not strange. It is probably a reflection from the red sheets. Why would red reflect green? Of course red reflects green. It is a reflection, so it is backwards. She licks his face. Does his face taste good? “Do you want me, Shining?” she asks again.
“I want you.”
“Do you want everything I can give you?”
“I want everything you can give me.”
“Do you love me, Shining?”
“I love you, Cadance.”
She smiles. Teeth again. He likes her teeth. They are scary and good like her nice scary green magic is scary and good. She gets off of him. This is bad. He wants her warm touch. His parts have gotten big again and they like the warm touch, too. They like the soft touch of her belly. They like the soft touch of her belly and little teats under the tight red frilly thing on her body.
She takes the tight red frilly thing off her body.
Shining likes to look at her body. Her body is good. He wants to touch her body. He wants her body to touch him.
“Turn over,” she says.
“I want your body to touch me,” he says back.
“Turn over, and then my body will touch you.”
He turns over. His hind legs fall off the bed. His parts are rubbing the bed sheets. That feels good. The bed sheets are red and soft, just like Cadance's belly is red and soft when she wears the red and tight and frilly thing that she is not wearing anymore. But Shining likes to remember when she was wearing it. It makes Shining feel good when he rubs his parts on the bed and remembers her red and tight and frilly thing.
Her body touches him. She lays on top of him. He feels she is soft on his back. He feels good because she feels soft on his back. She wraps her forehooves around his neck and she holds him tightly.
Shining is happy. This is what Shining wants. He wants her body to touch him. He feels good when her body touches him. Her body feels good when it touches him and he feels good.
“Do you love me?” she asks.
“I love you.”
“Do you want my children?”
“I want your children.”
Cadance's body touches him, but it touches him in a different way. A part of Cadance's body is touching him under his tail. This is strange and this is wrong. What part of Cadance's body can touch him below his tail? It makes a strange tickle and pressure. It is strange. He is not sure he likes this part of Cadance touching him. Maybe he does not like this part of Cadance touching him there.
“Cadance? Wh... what's going on? What is that? Can you touch me with it somewhere else? I don't know if it's good to touch me there.”
“Shh... Cadance strokes his mane. “Look into my eyes.”
He looks into her eyes. They mesmerize like eyes can mesmerize. Her horn is glowing good scary green even though his head does not hurt, but it is still making his head feel better. Doubt feels bad. She is getting rid of doubt. That is good. It is good to not doubt Cadance. Cadance is wise and smart.
“Look into my eyes and relax, Shining Armor. Nothing is wrong. This is the only way if you want my children, and you want my children.”
“I want your children.”
“So relax and breathe deeply. I'm going to put my children in you.”
He nods. “Put your children in me.” He is not sure why he says that, but he feels that it is the right thing to say. Cadance smiles, showing scary pretty teeth, and he know it is the right thing to say. He feels good because he knows the right thing to say and he can look smart and wise in front of Cadance.
The pressure under his tail is growing. It is growing and it hurts. He whimpers. “Cadance, you're hurting me.”
“Ssh... Just try to relax. Here...” Her horn glows again, and the pain goes away, just like the head pain.
Now he feels no pain, only the pressure. The pressure can feel good when there is no pain, even when the pressure grows. Even when the pressure grows there is no pain. Shining feels stretchy below his tail, he feels stretchy and stretched and—
Pop.
He feels fuller now, and less pressure. Something has gone inside him. Things are not supposed to go inside him there. This is wrong. What is Cadance putting inside him there? He looks back at her.
Their eyes meet. He looks into her eyes. He isn't worried about it anymore. What she is putting inside him is good and proper and normal and good. It feels kind of good. When she pushes it in more, it feels better good when it makes his parts rub against the bed sheets. It feels very good.
Cadance is moving backward and forward and it feels good. It feels very good. He feels full. He feels very full. Every time she goes forward, he feels fuller. Every time she goes forward, he feels her deeper and deeper. He wonders if he will burst. But he will not burst. Cadance is a good and wise and smart pony and she would not make him burst.
He feels very good. The rocking is making his stallion parts feel very good. There is a lot of pressure inside him, a tingly pleasant pressure that fills inside of him and makes him want to burst. Maybe it is not so bad to burst?
Cadance's thighs slap against his butt. She is so deep. She is so very, very deep inside him. How can she be so deep? How can she be inside him?
Pleasure rolls through Shining's brain. It bounces off the fractures inside and echoes around in swirling ripples that build on each other and make him want to burst.
Cadance is rocking. She is rocking back and forth. It makes his head loll up and down. The bed is creaking a little. He remembers fantasies about making the bed creak like that after they were married. They are not married. Is this wrong? He thinks it is wrong because they are not married.
“We aren't married,” he tells her.
Her horn glows again, and he feels very good. She doesn't stop rocking. “It's okay, Shining. We don't have to be married. We're just enjoying each other. What could be wrong with that?”
What could be wrong with that? Green pleasure is in Shining's brain. He cannot think of anything that would be wrong with that. Surely if there was something that could be wrong with that, Cadance would think of that thing because she is wise and smart. “There is nothing wrong with that.”
“Good.” Her rocking is getting harder. It is getting faster and deeper. She stays deeper for longer now.
It makes Shining feel good, and the pressure makes him feel good, and it makes him feel like he's going to burst, and bursting makes him feel good.
Cadance grunts. Her body is feeling sweaty and damp, but it is still feeling good. He likes the way her body feels inside him. It makes him want to burst... and he does burst. He groans, and his stallion parts burst. He feels a quick, hot puddle becoming a puddle beneath him. He feels warm jets pulsing out of him and onto him and onto the bed and in between him and the bed. It feels warm and sticky and good, and he feels good all over. He enjoys it when his parts twitch and pulse. It feels good.
“Ooh, somepony's enjoying this!”
“Somepony is enjoying this,” he replies.
“Me too.” She presses into him. She presses through him. She presses inside of him. And she bursts, too. He can feel her burst. Her burst is not like his. Her burst starts under his tail and slowly travels up. He can feel the bulge of it. He can feel the stretch of it as it travels into him. He can feel it drop deep inside his belly. And then there is another one, and then there is another one, and then there is another one...
He can feel every bulge as it travels through her and he can feel it as it travels into him. He is feeling fuller and fuller with each one. His belly is pressing harder against the bed. He feels very, very full. Still, more bulges come, one after another. Each one makes a distinct plop deep inside him. He can feel them inside him. They are smooth and round and sticky. They are latching onto him inside.
This is strange, but Cadance said it would be good, so it is good.
Finally, there are no more bulges. There is one bulge now, Shining's belly bulges big and round. The other ponies at work will think he became fat.
Cadance grunts above him, and she pants above him. “Whew. I haven't come like that in ages! You're a good lay, Shining.”
“I am a good lay.”
She smiles against his mane. “Do you love me?”
“I love you.”
She is getting smaller inside of him, and he is feeling less full. She is coming out of him. She is leaving him gaping wide open. His tail hole is gaping open. It feels cold when the air gets in. It soon closes, though, and then it does not feel cold anymore. It feels wet and warm and still very full. There are many little bulges inside him now.
“Cadance, what is inside me?”
“I laid my eggs inside you. Someday, they will hatch into a beautiful new brood of changelings. They will adore their mother.”
“They will adore their mother,” Shining said. “Am I their mother?”
“No, of course not. I am their mother,” she corrects him.
“You are their mother.”
She nods. “But you are very special.”
He smiles back. “I am very special.” If Cadance says he is special, he must be very special, because Cadance is smart and wise.
“Do you love me?” she asks again.
“I love you.”
* * *
Shining Armor woke up to the sound of birdsong outside his window. He'd had the strangest dream last night after coming home from work and dropping exhausted onto the bed... but what had it been about? It felt so strange.
He shrugged, wincing at the pain in his head, and for some reason his ass, too. What a night!
Time to get a shower. He had a lunch date with his fiancé today to discuss his wardrobe for the wedding, and he would want to be in top form for his lovely mare. Right now, he smelled and looked horrible for some reason... but it was nothing a little grooming couldn't fix.
He glanced down at his bulging belly. He must have really overdone it at the guards' buffet last night. Maybe that explained the burning in his ass, too. That spicy food could tear you up from the inside out if you weren't careful.
Still, something about his slightly fat belly reminded of the forgotten dream from last night. Strange.
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