Chapter 34: Uncertain Discoveries
Armory
One Week after the marriage ceremony

Endymion looked at the armor before him. It looked draconic in nature, its helm shaped with a hooked muzzle, its face guard able to separate onto a hinge, and in doing so could be closed in a similar fashion. The hinged part looked much like a lower jaw, jagged and sharp metal teeth pointed out. In truth the blacksmith had taken his order of making it look as menacing as possible and ran with it. In some ways it almost seemed to be a darker version of Spike.

He stood there looking at it and knowing what was going to happen. Twilight had hurt whatever it was that commanded the wolves. She’d forced it back, wounded it, and now it was hiding. He had to find it, and he had to stop the wolves themselves. Even with the differences made the wolves still attacked, but they had taken to attacking those further out. They hunted easier prey, and he couldn’t stand by and do nothing anymore.
Royal Bedroom - Spike’s Room
The armor he had created, along with the shadow essence he was able to sample from the lunar pegasus, would effectively stop the wolves from getting to him. What would happen now was simple. He would track down the home of whatever commanded those things, he would end it, and then he’d do everything he could to have a family with both Twilight and Pinkie Pie. He knew that while he was a Prince of Equestria he couldn’t leave the isles forever. Twilight was their Princess. She had become their Princess, and as such they sought after her approval. She had taken to sitting in on Day Court, and the decisions largely were passed to the three of them.

Yes, he was an Equestrian Prince, but now he was one of the rulers of the Shetland Isles. And in truth his skills were beginning to match those of Jolie Maison, or at least his adventures were. That was something else that was a little odd. Blueblood was almost a brother to him, but he had learned that Jolie Maison actually was more or less his brother. It felt odd knowing that he had an adventurer like him as a relative.

He wished a few times that there was a way that he could talk to him. He had so many questions to ask, and one of the major ones was how did Jolie make the decisions that mattered. He didn’t want to let Twilight get into this fight. There was no denying that between the two Twilight was certainly the heavier hitter. She had a wellspring of magic that she could gather at a moment’s notice. He knew that he wasn’t a slouch, and in truth his memories of humanity had opened some more of his magic to him.

It even allowed him the ability to use his wand, that his mother had crafted for him, with more ease. He could cast some harmony spells, but it seemed that what he was truly gifted at was chaotic magic. Somehow he seemed to align with more chaotic spells. He could force himself to use harmony magic, and it did work, but he noticed that while he could do it the spells were weaker than they should be. It was almost as if he couldn’t force the proper power through them. In that regard Twilight’s own strength was multiple times greater than his own. She could use harmony magic to a level that seemed to honestly be on the same level as his own mother.

It brought him no end of pride to see it in her actions. He took a last moment to study the armor before him. It was likely that tonight, or the next, he would be going and doing what needed to be done. Hopefully the armor would help in doing it. With that thought he decided to head toward where Pinkie and Twilight were. He would have to fill them in on what his plans were, but more than that he needed and wanted to be near them.

Royal Bedroom - Spike’s Room

Twilight looked at the sight before her. She had come to the room to talk to Spike, specifically to ask if he would be willing to let her take a measurement of his draconic magic. One of the things she had begun to work with had been the Rune Portal they’d captured from the other humans. It wasn’t that she wanted to leave the ponies here, but she believed that it was possible that Princess Luna would be of great help at this point.

While the spell matrix had broken down on the Rune Portal she knew that Spike’s own dragon fire was enchanted to send letters, and pretty much anything else, to Princess Luna or Princess Celestia. The idea was to take a sample of his enchanted fire, break it down to the basic magics that composed it, and then reconstruct it in a viable way that would allow for travel through the Rune Portal. The solution seemed so simple that she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t thought of it before.

She was so caught up in the idea that she didn’t teleport, nor did she knock when she arrived. Instead she opened the door to see one of her best friends wearing a bodice, her arms tied behind her, a magic nullifying ring on her horn, a garter belt that was connected to a very sexy pair of fishnet stockings, and her dock tied with a set of reigns that connected to the bridle and bit that on and in her muzzle.

Her son was currently deep inside of her best friend's ass, causing her to moan and purr in pure bliss. Also, she would have lost the bet on what she believed must have been the color of Rarity’s nipples. She would have thought that they were likely a gray, or a slightly darker white, but instead they were a light blue. She turned, leaving the couple to enjoy themselves, and her mind began picking up the idea.

Bondage was something of a taboo in Unicorn circles. Twilight had learned how it was used in older, less civilized times, as a means of punishment for Unicorns that went out of their way to behave badly. The Unicorns would be fitted a magic nullification ring, their arms would be restricted behind their back, they would be fitted with a pair of blinders, a bit and bridle, and then they would be forced to march around the city in a display of complete submissiveness.

She didn’t realize that there was a fetish for it, and now after observing it she wondered if it would be something that she would want to try. Luckily both Pinkie and Endymion were exceptionally open to trying new things. The problem was that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to experiment with Endymion. It wasn’t because she didn’t trust him, but after finally accepting what happened to him she didn’t want him to become wary of her.

She would talk to Pinkie first, see how it goes with her, and then if they both liked it they would gently lead Endymion into it. Walking into their room she saw her sister wife giggling as she looked out of the window.

“Pinkie, what are you doing?”

“Oh, I’m trying to figure out who’s going to have the surprise!” she giggled, “I got a combo earlier that meant that somepony is going to get a sexy surprise, and I wanna see who it is!” She practically bounded in place as she looked out of the window. With everything else going on a nice surprise would be a welcomed change of events.

“Well,” Twilight began sheepishly, “Funny you should say that, because I’ve got something to talk to you about.”

Fifteen minutes later found Pinkie Pie lying on her stomach, her sizable breasts pressed against the bed, and her round plump posterior raised into the air. Her arms being tied behind her back and the dock of her tail held up by a line that connected to the bit and bridle that was on and in her muzzle was overkill. As she lay there Pinkie realized there were several things that she believed in. She was a mare that believed in the absolute power of family.

Family, new or old, was powerful because of the bonds that were held between those in it. Her family back on the rock farm was a source of power because she had such strong connections with her parents, her sisters, and their lives.

Her family now with Endymion and Twilight was just as powerful for a different reason. So, when Twilight came to her and asked if she wanted to try something out, she agreed.

Like most ponies, she didn't realize that ages ago bondage was used as a means of punishment for Unicorns in Canterlot. She had no idea that magical suppression rings would be used, tight bodices would be placed upon the mares, blinders would be used, along with bridles and bits. They would be led like simple creatures, and it was meant to be a humiliation.

Unknown to most ponies, like her, the act was developed into something of a fetish, and some unicorns were deeply into it. Twilight found out that Rarity was one such unicorn, mostly by walking in on her and Spike. She had explained fully what she had seen, and she asked if Pinkie would help her see if it was something they would like, and they would want to talk Endymion into trying. Naturally Pinkie had agreed. She was the Alpha of their herd, and she wanted everypony in their herd to be happy.

Of course Twilight explained that it was another story all together, but it was there that she witnessed her friend bound, bent over a bed, and receiving what looked like a world class dicking from their son.

While the idea of seeing their son, because Spike was Twilight’s and the rest of their son in every since of the word, engaged in sexual acts with the mare he loved was something Twilight, and Pinkie by Proxy, could do without the idea of bondage was interesting to her.

So, Pinkie understanding that her herd mate wanted to try something with someone she trusted, agreed. Although it was at this point with a bit and bridle placed on her, she was bound and bent over, Pinkie wondered exactly when it was that the decision she was to go first happened. As Pinkie laid there she saw her sister wife, her herd mate, put a harness with cooler on. She settled in, prepared, and heard the door open.

Endymion walked into the room to see Pinkie doing her best impersonation of an Unicorn from around a hundred years ago that told his mother to pull the very long stick out of her plot. Behind her he saw Twilight with the cooler strapped on, and he shook his head. Normally seeing the both of his wives preparing to engage in some much needed coquits would ignite a fire inside of him. Instead he looked at the situation, turned around, and walked out.

Twilight stood there, cooler strapped on, Pinkie bent over with her wonderful rump in the air, and she saw her husband who had just witnessed her about to experience some bondage with her sister wife. Her eyes widened, ears laid back, and her horn flared for just a moment before Endymion popped back into the room. He stood there, seeing her still wearing the cooler, Pinkie still tied up and presenting, and he closed his eyes.

It wasn’t that he was modest or that this was embarrassing, but instead it was that this was so far from what they had done. They enjoyed each other, had massive amounts of sex, but they hadn’t tied each other up, and they certainly hadn’t attempted to restrain one another. It felt odd, off, almost wrong, and part of it made him think of not being in control of himself, of being made into little more than a living sex toy.

Twilight hugged him, and he felt something different. It wasn’t just the cooler poking him in the hip, but it was the warmth of that hug. There was something real in the hug, and it was something that he felt confident in. He loved Twilight, he loved Pinkie, and he knew that they loved him. This was still weird to him, but he returned her hug.

“You… This doesn’t weird you out too much right?” she asked feeling uncertain, “I mean I wanted to see, to try it, and I, I don’t want you to be afraid.”

He kissed her, feeling her practically melt into the kiss. After a moment it ended and he looked into her loving violet eyes, “Twilight, I would never be afraid of you,” he said confidently, “I’m just not sure that I would want to be tied up like this.”

She kissed him, “And you don’t have to be,” she said after a moment, “We wouldn’t want to make you do anything that you’re uncomfortable doing.”

He relaxed, and once more he looked at Pinkie Pie. There was no denying that his Earth Pony bride was beautiful, but he felt a need to free her from her bindings. He closed his eyes. The feeling of dread was hanging so firmly, and while he wanted to be here, and wanted to be with his brides, he couldn’t face this. He felt so low, so powerless, and so useless in this situation. He hugged her, wanting her to know that he loved her, and he felt her hug back against him.

“I’m sorry,’ he said softly, “This, I love you both, but I…”

He no sooner had the words mostly out when another set of arms wrapped around him. He felt Pinkie, and when he looked the bindings that were on her were still on the table, hanging in mid air as if she was still inside of them. Of course he knew not to ask, after all it was Pinkie being Pinkie, but it was her soft kis that caught her attention.

“Endy,” she said gently, “You need to be in here and see this.”

She turned his head toward her, “You need to see this because you need to know that we love each other, and we will do nothing to hurt one another. I want you to watch Twilight with me, and then me with Twilight, and I want you to notice that we stop when the other wants to. I want you to see that we will release one another if we get scared, or it gets too much, and I want you to know that you can always, always trust us,” she said in her sweet voice, “I want you to know that because I want you to always feel safe with us, especially if we’re wanting to try something new.”

He nodded, and it struck him as odd how wise his Earth Pony bride was. She made a damned good point, and he understood what was saying. So, he took a seat, almost as if through some ancient magic that he’d never seen before she slipped right back into the bindings that had been used on her. She gave him a wink before slipping back into the bridle and bit. With that Twilight watched him, swallowed, and gently touched Pinkie’s generous rump. She moved forward, felt the cooler as it touched the entrance to Pinkie’s love canal, and then she pushed forward.

Pinkie moaned softly as she felt the cooler enter her, and she looked toward Endymion. He saw the love, lust, and need in the crystal blue eyes of his wonderful Earth Pony bride. She tried to move, but it was obvious that it was more for show than anything else. He knew how strong Pinkie Pie was. If she wanted she could rip through the bindings holding her with ease if she wanted. Instead he marveled as Twilight began to get into it. She grunted grabbed Pinkie’s tail, and began thrusting hard into her herd mate.

Pinkie grunted, moaned, and seemed to enjoy what was happening. After a moment he watched as Twilight pulled out of her canal and then pressed it against Pinkie’s pucker and then pressed forward again. Pinkie grunted as her little pink starfish was stretched in order to accommodate the invader that was currently filling her. She felt Twilight speeding up, and soon the false semen inside of the cooler exploded inside of her rectum. Twilight stepped back, gently pulling the cooler from her sister wife, and she released every lash and binding that was holding Pinkie.

Pinkie stood in all of her glory, and Endymion saw the love and strength of the bond between them. Without a word Twilight took off the harness, used her magic to bind herself, and then she felt a small ring go on her horn. There was little doubt in her mind that if she wanted she could break the ring if she wanted, but then it was similar to the bindings on Pinkie. It was the illusion of submissiveness that she was experiencing. It was a building of trust between them that they wouldn’t just escape, and that the other would pay attention and not take things further than they were willing to go.

After a moment she the cooler as it pressed against her marehood, but this wasn’t the same one. It felt closer to Endymion’s cock. It was the same size, length, and shape as his. The feeling was certainly the rubber of a cooler, but it felt so close to his own. And like his own it began filling her. She felt it bottom out inside of her, and then it began to withdraw before doing it over again. Pinkie was starting a rhythm, one that began to become harder, faster, and deeper than before. She realized that Pinkie wasn’t acting like herself, but instead she was giving her the kind of dicking that Endymion would give them.

“Doesn’t she look good Endy?” Pinkie asked, “Wouldn’t you like to be doing this? Or maybe I could stay inside of her and you could be rutting me while I did it to her.”

She looked at Endymion and saw that he wasn’t afraid, he wasn’t shying away, but instead he was really watching. Pinkie’s suggestion was exactly what they had needed. Endymion needed to see that this could be an act of love. He needed to see it as it was intended. She wanted him to join in. He could be inside of either of them, but she wanted to see him acting on this. But she wasn’t going to force the issue. The fact that he was watching them, that he was staying close, and if his erection was any indication aroused by what he saw was enough to tell her that he felt safe with them.

Pinkie watched Endymion, seeing the same thing that Twilight was seeing, but she could see more at the same time. She understood that Endymion felt safe with them, and the dirty talking was for him as much as it was for them, but in truth that was to keep him comfortable. She didn’t think that he would join in, not yet. She wanted him to, and she would gladly let him satisfy his lusts on her. Still, it didn’t hide the fact that bondage was a very big taboo with him.

She was glad that he was getting excited watching them, and afterward she planned on letting him rut her long and hard, however he wanted to do it, but it didn’t change the simple fact that it would take a while to let him get past the issues that was keeping him from joining them and rutting both her and Twilight silly. Of course when he was comfortable with it that would be when they would discuss Fluttershy joining the herd.

The buttery colored Pegasus with a pink mane was still deep in the woods, and it would take quite a bit for her to get out. But if Endymion became comfortable with bondage then she could see the topic of Fluttershy joining being broached. Part of that was that Fluttershy would have to understand that she would be wearing a blindfold, bound, and would allow Endymion to take control. She would allow Endymion to use her as a sex toy as she had done to him. The fact that she tried to claim that it was different, that it didn’t count as rape since he was a stallion bothered Pinkie.

Endymion wasn’t just a stallion, he was the love of her life. She wanted to have foals with him, lots of foals, and she wanted to share them with Twilight. She would share them with Fluttershy and Bagatelle when the time came. It was sad that she was considering Bagatelle, a siren she barely knew, for their herd before Fluttershy. But the reasons stood. She hitched her hips forward and Twilight let out a throaty moan. She felt Twilight’s orgasm as it splashed against her, and then ran down the front of her thighs. She pulled from Twilight’s marehood, placed the cooler that was based on Endymion’s cock against Twilight’s pucker, and then pushed forward.

“Ngh!” Twilight grunted as she bit down on the bit, “‘inkie!”

Pinkie leaned forward, “Do you not want it there?”

Twilight looked at Endymion, “low, plees, ot a llon,” she mumbled through the bit, “ot al t nce.”

She kissed the back of Twilight’s head, and slowly fed the fake cock into her ass. Twilight would tense for a moment, and then Pinkie would stop. A moment later she would relax and then she would push forward again. She did this until the fake cock was completely buried in Twilight’s tailhole. She pulled out slowly, and then pushed back in at the same speed. She did this a few times until she felt that Twilight was used to it enough, and then she began thrusting in earnest.

Twilight grunted with each thrust, feeling that rubber cock that felt similar to Endymion’s driving deep into her anus. How Pinkie could mimic Endymion’s thrusts, his confident way of making love she didn’t know, but somehow her sister wife did it perfectly. There was little doubt that she was going to orgasm again. She honestly didn’t know what it meant. She enjoyed vaginal and anal sex, she liked them both, although she never would have believed that she would enjoy anal as much as she did.

Being a Princess or not she was a married mare, and one that loved her husband. If he told her to drop her clothes in the throne room, end over the throne, and catch a fine dicking before court she would do so. She didn’t feel that she was anything other than a mare in love. She wasn't really a mare with loose morals, after all she only wanted to be with her herd mates. She didn’t entertain the idea of bringing anyone else into the relationship.

She enjoyed sex, but she craved the intimacy it grew between the three of them. She felt that bond of intimacy grow between the three of them. They weren’t the ponies they had been separately. Together they were so much more, and she was certain that they would only grow closer together. Sharing moments like this seemed to be the best thing for them, it would let them grow as a herd, and it would allow them to heal Endymion.

That was something she needed to do. She needed to heal him. It wasn’t the physical wounds that bothered her, but instead it was the spiritual ones. She wanted to heal those, to bring him peace, to make him happy. She wanted them all to be happy, and she understood that on some level doing things like this was the right way to heal. Pinkie seemed to understand the reasoning behind it, and Pinkie’s words of wisdom had surprised her. She was honestly, totally, and wholly surprised not at Pinkie’s intelligence, but the fact that she had been able to articulate it so well.

“I’m not so sure about this, girls,” Endymion stated, standing up, “I can see that you are enjoying it, after your own fashions, but I’m- I’m kind of on the fence about such things.”

Pinkie stopped plowing Twilight’s anus long enough to ask, “Why not, Endy?”

“It’s just-” Endymion began, “My mother, she told me quite a few things regarding what she had to do to keep Equestria alive while her sister was locked away in the sun. And some of those things- a great many of those things involved hardships and humiliations I wouldn’t want visited upon even my worst enemies. She explained to me, as an abject lesson on duty, about the- she called it a ‘marriage of convenience’ to the leader of a tribe of griffons, shortly after the Pony/Griffon war. Sharp Beak, her betrothed, he learned about the very thing you guys are doing- He often used that upon Mother as a way of debasing her, humiliating her. ‘If I can truss up the high and mighty leader of the ponies,’ Sharp Beak was prone to saying, ‘then I can bring to heel anybeing that threatens my griffons.’ Didn’t seem to help him, though; he was felled in combat during a border dispute with a clutch of dragons no less a year after he married her. And while times have changed… that story reminds me that duty sometimes means burying your pride and not in any fun way.”

“‘nd’mine,” Twilight moaned behind her gag.

The Crown Prince shook his head, stood up, leaving the pair alone, saying, “I need some time to think about this. Excuse me.”

And he walked out.

Castle Courtyard, Fifteen Minutes Later

Endymion wandered the castle for a time, greeting the various supplicants and servants of the central structure of the Shetlands but all the while his mind ran adrift. He loved both Pinkie and Twilight dearly; in any other circumstance, he would galdy agree to any sort of foreplay or roleplay they had in their considerable imaginations. Bondage, though,was a step too far from him. And thus, he had meandered this way and that throughout the building, pondering what he should tell them.

Was it a state secret that his mother would often wake up in a frothing sweat, the horrible memories of what Sharp Beak had done to her (and against her will,) while the two were husband and wife? How many times she had to have her Tantabus do battle with the recollections turned nightmares so she could get a good night’s rest? While many in and outside of Equestria saw Princess Luna as the stalwart and staid steward of the land of ponies, Endymion had seen with his own eyes how traumatic and embarrassing her past as a matriarch for an entire nation had been. The marriage in question was nearly nine centuries old and yet, his mother could still remember them like they occurred yesterday.

Ruminating as he was, he failed to notice when he walked into the emptied courtyard. The rustic but stately location was every bit as formidable as Canterlot Palace, even of the decor and construction may be found lacking. There were still elements of the wedding strewn about the yard, and even the dias that he, Pinkie and Twilight stood upon remained; nopony had yet to deconstruct the thing. He roamed the courtyard for a few minutes, noting subtle and obtuse details about the place until he heard a soft singing coming from the other side of the fountain.

Traipsing there, he saw that Fluttershy had taken a seat upon the fountain’s rim, singing sweetly to some ewes that some pony kept here. (For wool, milk, meat, Endymion could not guess.) Her voice, though soft, carried throughout the courtyard, a heavenly strain that filled all the quiet in the place. He had never heard her sing before, nor seen her so calm and beauteous. (Though he had seen her in all her natural glory upon their first chance meeting,) To his practiced eyes, he saw a young mare who was thoroughly in her element, doing as Harmony and destiny divined her to do. The Crown Prince wondered why she didn’t sing more, until one of the ewes sniffed at the air and the whole flock raised their heads as one, as if perceiving a threat.

Fluttershy, nonplussed, stopped her singing and looked in the direction her audience was staring- and immediately began to blush profusely. Endymion hadn’t the intention to embarrass the priestess. Her reaction to his presence might be a result of- earlier actions he had been working through as of late. He knew his winves had spoken to Fluttershy about her behavior and while the priestess hadn’t formally apologized or excused herself in his presence as of yet, so that might explain why she was so embarrassed. He wasn’t entirely comfortable in her presence, so he made to leave, to prevent further embarrassment for both parties.

He had only taken three steps before a hand fell on his, grasping him tightly if shakingly.

“No,” came Fluttershy’s voice, tiny in comparison to her earlier verve, “don’t leave.”

“I’m embarrassing you,” Endymion stated tensely, “so I should go.”

“Please, no,” the priestess said again, “th- there’s some- something I need to tell you.”

“… Is it an apology?” Endymion asked coldly.

“Um, yes?” Fluttershy said, “and, uh, no.”

Endymion tugged his hand free upon hearing that, saying, “Then I should go for certain…”

“I RAPED YOU BECAUSE I WAS JEALOUS!” Fluttershy shouted.

Endymion stopped in his tracks, spun on heel, and stared, incredulously, at the priestess.

“Wha-?”

“I s-s-s-should e-explain,” Fluttershy began, “after- after it was revealed that you were my champion, I was- well, I was a little disappointed. I hadn’t- I hadn’t thought of what my champion would appear as. So, when you turned up in my life, I- I thought I had done something wrong. But High Priestess Celestia explained that once I solidified my bond with my Champion, then my power as a priestess of Sol would grow exponentially! And then-”

“And… then, what?” Endymion asked.

“And- and- and then-” Fluttershy stammered, “and then you- became one with Pinkie Pie. Don’t- don’t get me wrong, please! Pinkie is a dear friend and I could hardly wish her any harm… but when you made her your mare- I may or may not have had a minor psychotic break?”

“By Sol, Fluttershy…” Endymion breathed.

“Pl- please, I’m not done,” the priestess spoke, “I- I had planned to speak with Pinkie to join in as part of a herd, but you had to fight in that tournament, the mission to Three Heroes and the journey to both Mount Doom, then you welcomed Twilight to the herd… I was losing opportunities to ask. Then, I got hit by a sudden estrus… You should know that Pegasi with heritages like mine are prone to some pretty severe heats… Coupled with feelings of jealousy… I hurt you, I hurt my friendships with Pinkie and Twilight and the other girls-! There’s only so many apologies I can issue to you, Pinkie, and Twilight, but those sorries don’t explain why I did it. And I’m losing my priestess powers the longer I go without rectifying things. You- you can hate me, if you want. I would understand that. I- I just thought, you should know. You- you may not be the champion I envisioned, if I envisioned one at all, but- I think it’s safe to say that I care about you… I care what you think of me… If it were possible, I would cast a spell to revert time and not do that to you. I would have spoken with Pinkie and Twilight before things got too bad… My only hope is that I can work to earn your for- for- forgiveness.”

Endymion stood there, lambasted, first by the confession and secondly by the fact that Fluttershy fled with all the speed of Rainbow Dash in a competition. What do you say to something like that, anyway?

Author's Note

[Enter Bare Naked Ladies song parody here.]