The bugle-horn blared its chipper tune for relief across the Crystal Empire's earthwork guard barracks, earning cheers from tired recruits and equally worn-out officers alike, all eager to put the day's routine of training behind them with some grub, grog, or gals waiting outside the training grounds. Yet, even in the ensuing haste to retreat to the barracks and rid themselves from their bulky armor, every passing stallion of all ranks paused to deliver a stalwart salute to a single unicorn wherever he appeared. Cadet or officer alike offered respect for their celebrated commander, the virtuous husband to their dear Empress; Shining Armor himself.

The robust, handsome royal guard captain returned each salute with haste, his steely blue eyes sternly regarding each soldier, as if constantly judging their slightest errors. Surely, the commander of the Crystal Empire's entire military had something urgent to attend to, something of dire importance that kept him from lingering or speaking to his men that day. Duty called for each pony in every moment spent in service to their alicorn ruler, but Shining Armor must hear that call most loudly of all...right?

"Carry on, recruits; someday we might make good troopers out of you, and you'll have your own chance to make our Empire proud!" Shining Armor barked, earning a chorus of "Yes Sir!" from a trio of passing cadets, all of whom marveled at the passing hero with pure reverence.

Truthfully, Shining hoped that none of his comrades saw the faint outline of perspiration on the unicorn's brow, or the flighty evasiveness of his gaze searching for any distraction after lingering on the passing stallions' taut, sweat-drenched bodies just a little too long. The natural intimidation most lower-ranked Crystal Ponies or Equestrians felt towards their commander proved ironic, given his name; they paid too much attention to looking presentable rather than taking note of a bulging, masculine "tension" straining to make itself known beneath the stallion's own golden armor, the sort which left his trot somewhat hobbled. Their awe proved a solid shield to lean on, all the way to Shining's destination; the near-empty musician's hall.

After the bugle call marked the day's end, most soldiers left base as quick as their hooves or wings might carry them off to town, save for those with disciplinary tasks or extracurricular duties. Such duties included performing as part of the Crystal Chorus Orchestra, the Empire's traditional martial band, whose lengthy practice carried on twice a week for several hours within the usually-vacant practice space. The band's membership contained both mares and stallions; however, stallions still comprised the bulk of its performers, often either lower-ranking rookies with a penchant for music or the young officers trained with instruments as part of their upbringing. Either way, their practice often dragged on into overtime during their meetings to work out kinks in the performance, leaving throngs of virile, worked-up broncos unable to take out the day's frustrations with either a pinup, a waiting sweetheart, or a flirty mare with a penchant for studs in uniform.

For Shining, the music hall presented the perfect opportunity in an ideal place; and if the rumors were true, he'd be doing every stallion stuck playing his clarinet instead of clopping one out in his bunk a real favor!

"Here goes nothing..." Shining resolved with a swallow as his magic unlatched the door, briskly stepping in before nerves overtook him, like last time. No way he could wait until next week, not now, not when he'd come so close. Besides, if anypony asked, it wouldn't be so hard to talk up an excuse for why Shining Armor, the Crystal Empire's celebrated hero and husband to its ruler, might slink into the performance hall. A surprise inspection, or morale-boosting pep-talk? That'd work like a charm! After all, even at spear-point he'd never admit the genuine purpose of his sneaky jaunt, or the enticing prospect too exciting to ignore.

Glancing back towards the training field, the commander of an entire empire's legions slipped sheepishly into the desolate hallways of the building, its interior styled in the classical manner of antiquity's marble pillars. Such regal construction presented drawbacks for the stallion, as every hoof-fall felt heavy as iron, echoing from one end of the passage to another like thunderclaps. Shining's thoughts raced, as did his hooves, ignoring the doorways to band halls or staff offices on the off chance they'd be occupied in the scant time before the Chorus arrived. Instead, the stallion spied his goal and seized it; the doorway marked "Basement," leading down into the dark, isolated corridors where spare instruments, chairs, and musical stands quietly gathered dust.

However, just down the stairs and tucked away in an alcove of the basement sat a pair of dingy restrooms, hidden away from prying eyes or the common hoof-traffic of the building. The door to the mare's room wore a stark "Out of Order, Use Stallion's Room" sign, defaced with lurid graffiti marks proclaiming "Cum back soon," "Lost my V-Card here," and "No condom's beyond this point" coupled with a crude scribble of a smiling sperm and egg joining together in carnal matrimony. Shining stared at the sign for a moment, imagining the sort of debauchery that unfolded beyond that door to leave the entire bathroom off-limits...

The stallion's room door fared far better, left fairly pristine because its darker color, which made graffiti harder to read in the gloom. Striding inside the restroom, Shining Armor knew the rumors he'd heard in the locker-rooms held more than an ounce of truth; that just underneath the veneer of modesty and order, ponykind still created hidden outlets of debauchery in forgotten spaces where shameful secrets were made, and kept.

The commander's lustrous golden armor stood gleaming in stark contrast to the grimy bathroom interior surrounding him, a few flickering florescent lights humming above illuminating a row of mint-colored stalls, three in total. Built with extra space to accommodate stallions who might be totting around bulky instruments downstairs on their breaks, the stalls occupied twice the space of the ones upstairs; a trait that, coupled with their obscurity, made them absolutely perfect for sating the aching desire pressing uncomfortably underneath Shining's restraining suit of armor; or, that same desire in other stallions.

Peeking underneath the rows, Shining found each of them to be unoccupied; though such a state wouldn't last, once practice began. In haste, the most sought-after royal stallion in the Crystal Empire ducked inside the middle stall before anypony might happen to enter, latching the door behind him. The rusty iron lock clicked into place, sealing the commander between its walls and leaving Shining alone with the mounting shame for what he'd slunk here for; a shame that only paled when compared to the illicit thrill grinding rigidly against his lower belly.

"T-That's more like it, hah..." he growled impatiently within the hideaway. Shining's magic seized the straps to his dress-uniform and pulled them away, unbinding his perverse desires to at last stand free and in the open. Shining Armor's stallionhood rose from its imprisonment with urgency, its jet-black length spotted with white pigments along the mid-length of his shaft, the flare having yet begun to swell. His own familiar masculine scent filled the stall almost immediately, leaving Shining awash with lusts long-suppressed in the name of marital and social obligation, lusts which stood firmly between his legs. Mounting his armor to the metal coat-rack to avoid tarnishing it on the bathroom floor, Shining pulled down the toilet seat, taking stock of his new 'throne" and surveying the realm, a hoof stroking his maleness all the while.

While the entrance to the stallion's room lacked the typical bathroom commentary one expected pent-up soldiers to scrawl, the visitors to this stall more than made up for it. On the door barked the command "Blow this horn, bitch," with an arrow pointed to a doodled trumpet whose bell resembled the flared head of a stallion's cock, blasting cum instead of musical notes. "Easy cum, easy blow" and "the Empress' real throne" occupied the walls above the toilet in black marker; and an especially degrading trickster even scrawled a rendition of his beloved wife's heart-shaped cutie mark flanked by swimming sperm instead of golden flourishes, punctuated with the ludicrous, if strangely erotic claim that "Cadence Sucks here on Saturdays." Close, but the writer picked the wrong pony in that couple...

More crass artistic creations orbited two large circular openings burrowed out of the stall's walls on either side by an enterprising and horned-up cadet with either a spell or drill handy, the generously-sized slots wreathed with tethers of black masking tape to form a "curtain" between either side of the wall. Unless somepony tore off the tape or managed to fit their head underneath or above the narrow wall fittings, they'd have a hard time seeing who was occupying their neighboring stall.

The hole on Shining's left seemed more recent, a faint scent of sawdust still clinging to the opening, while a line of arrows pointing down and proclaimed that it offered "Free Pony Rides!" for those willing to climb aboard. Shining's hoof swiped along the words, shuddering at the notion of getting one of those "rides," sending pang of sensation through his hardening cock. The hole's twin on the opposite side appeared older, once filled-in by the janitorial staff but then reopened, if the slight difference in paint color proved the sordid history of the bathroom. A simple, but no-less arousing order read above the veteran hole, "Open Wide," a command Shining aimed to follow with the same intensity he gave every directive on the training ground, should his suspicions bear fruit.

"G-Gaaahh, fuck! G-Gotta keep edging, it's almost time. C-Can't finish too soon," Shining whined, a hoof stroking the underside of his pent-up shaft, the stud surprised at how simply sitting in such a filthy, dangerous position left his stallionhood tense with need in ways Cadence struggled to match. Even underground, the faint patter of marching hoofsteps on the floor above sent a jolt of frightful urgency across his thoughts; all those young, needy stallions mere yards away and with no clue that their Supreme Commander sat stroking himself off in the confines of a barely-secret gloryhole, knowing that even the rumor of the new father's time inside would ruin him in the eyes of everypony within the Empire. The danger, excitement, and utterly primal need quaking within him so deeply that his rear hooves trembled in its wake drove Shining to such depths of anticipation that the moments seemed to drag on; only one thing hoped to sate urges left unexplored since his adventurous Academy days...

"C-Celestia, have I ever been this hard?! N-Never been like this, so hot inside my chest, like a vice around my-"

The bathroom door swung open with a shrill creak, and Shining's tension-riddled whispers ceased, leaving only his labored breaths reverberating against the walls of his hideaway. Mighty, stout hoofsteps clapped across the tile floor, punctuated by the rattle of chainmail shifting on a stallion's back. A Cadet perhaps, or even Private, just stopping by to take a quick break before dragging something up from downstairs? Or perhaps...

The steps kept approaching Shining's latched enclave, their steadiness firm and unyielding, doubtlessly belonging to a powerful stallion whom eclipsed the unicorn in physical size; which of the recruits that he recalled matched that stature? Honestly, most of them were bigger than him. The stranger huffed right outside his stall, a deep and authoritative sound that left Shining feeling oddly docile, subservient even. He froze.

A stout hoof thumped against the door to his stall without warning, resounding like the beat of a drum (perhaps belonging to an actual drummer), while the thin wooden barrier standing shakily between the famous leader and his unsuspecting guest shuddered at the stranger's smack.

"A-Aah!"

The involuntary squeak leapt from Shining Armor's lips, a short-lived and sharp sound that the unicorn couldn't help but offer in protest. The confidence ingrained in him from day-one of Royal Guard training melted away like the facade it truly was. On the other side, one pony unknowingly held the Commander's fate in his hooves...

"Hah, knew there was some faggot shacked up in here! Good thing too, been empty the last few times. Relax bitch, I'm not gonna come in," a bellowing, self-assured voice spoke back, and Shining heard the door to his left pry open. The stranger's derisive name-calling would have earned him a week's worth of chore-duty and shame from his whole barracks if he'd dare call Shining Armor that in the open; yet in the stall, in such a compromising position, the stallion used whatever names he wanted with impunity.

"Hmm, actually, guess I'm kinda lying about that; at least a part of me'll be comin' in to give you a visit. Sit tight and get ready, cause it's just what you've been waiting for." The visitor uttered with devilish implications from his stall, not even bothering to lock or close his own door.

Shining Armor remained silent save for his deepening breaths, listening to the occupant in the stall next door shuffle into position, the visitor's front hooves pressing against the wall they shared. A plate of armor fell to the floor, chiming against the toilet as Shining's guest freed the rising embodiment of his own pent-up desires.

The unicorn's blue eyes stared transfixed at the gloryhole opening, his hooves moving on their own accord to seat the commander expectantly before it, as if he sat praying at a profane altar of depravity. A scent touched at the tip his nose; distant but alluring, a heavy sort of smell that he'd last caught whiff of while on the Canterlot High hoof ball team.

"Grragghh, here it comes, what all the mares wish they had in front of 'em," Shining's visitor grunted, the tape curtain giving way to reveal the source of that wonderful scent and the avatar of profane sexuality his circular "altar" was meant to accommodate. A monstrously-sized stallionhood emerged from the opening, its dark-grey length speckled with a dabble of white across the hardening medial ring, the glorious shaft standing nearly as big around as Shining Armor's own hoof!

"W-Whoa..." The unicorn uttered in awe, so entranced by what he saw that he had little chance to move out of its way...and frankly, did he really want to?

Pressed up against Shining Armor's cheek with urgent need, the mystery stallion's cock twitched out a gooey dollop of precum as it touched the unicorn's unsuspecting nose, bathing his senses in that utterly-intoxicating masculine scent. Clearly, the stallion skipped the showers that day and had trotted into the building straight from the training grounds, leaving clammy sweat and the overpoweringly primal smell of it clinging to every growing inch his stallionhood.

"Sweet Celestia," Shining gasped, his voice a quiet, tender whisper, marveling at the bare shaft of a real stallion; one whose girth clearly outmatched his own length in almost every way. Bigger, harder, reeking of raw sex...How could he hope to match such a monster? It struck him as a testament to Candace's deep love for him that she'd not run off with a stallion just like that across the wall; one whose body and member eclipsed anything he'd ever hope to become. Dumbstruck, Shining lost track of why he'd even thought to sneak away, expecting a quick clop and a fantasy to linger with; instead, he found himself humbled as a stallion.

"So, you just gonna stare at it sissy, or start suckin' me off? I know, I've got a bigger cock than a fag like you'd ever have; but I don't have all damned day for you to sit there and ogle my junk," the stranger commanded with a sway of his athletic hips, his bobbling length smacking Shining's cheek with a smear of warm pre-cum, prying the unicorn from his lust-drunk stupor.

"Awake yet? Good, now put that cock-breathed mouth to work, before I get bored waitin' and break down that door to make you choke on it!"

No, "match" was the wrong word to consider. There was only one true stallion in the room asserting control now, and his wanting cock deserved the due tribute earned from subservient little sluts; worship.

"Haa..." Shining bleated a soft-voiced sigh, almost a moan, in acknowledgment of the stud's directive, extending his tongue to taste the delicacy laid before him. Instantly, the stranger's nectar inundated his tongue with pre-cum, sweat, and soon, Shining Armor's own spittle, which coated the stud's slightly-swollen head. For the first time in his life, the Supreme Commander of the Crystal Empire's vast armed forces sat kneeling not to his wife; rather, to the avatar of a superior maleness poking from an obscuring hole, opening his mouth not in prayer, but to accept the cock outmatching his own in every way that mattered.

"I heard that moan, sissy; you're really getting off on this, aren't you? Hah! Bet you're that limp-hoofed fag in the flute section who called in "sick" for practice today; what's wrong, didn't get your daily dose of dick yet? I'll fix that," The stallion jeered, thrusting his hips forward to jab his shaft into Shining's parted muzzle, forcing a choked grunt from the unicorn.

"G-Grrghh! Hh-mmppphhh..." Shining objected with a muffled squeak, the catcalling stranger's growing flare battering across his flicking tongue without care for anything but getting more of his dick wet. The first few inches rammed their way past his lips, their taste and raw musk deep, virile, and strangely pacifying. Shining Armor's eyes fluttered like a bashful schoolfilly inviting her crush for a quickie at prom, and he couldn't help but whimper like one too. The unicorn relaxed the tension in his muzzle, uttering a thankful groan to the visitor for proving a revelation of his own inadequacies, especially one so rewarding to taste.

"Mmm, I don't even have to come in there to make you choke! Hah, all the cocks you've sucked on before probably belonged to little-dicked runts like you; how're you liking a real draft horse?" the stud taunted with a cruel tinge to his voice, grinding himself against the wall to jam more dick into the wanting hole, invested only in getting his rocks off. Shining all too happily obliged, gagging down the stud's meaty shaft with abandon, the damp and desperate sound of his lurid slurps filling the bathroom.

"Gaahh, a fuckin' lot, from how you're squealing in there. Already training that whore's mouth of yours, get it used to how big I am? That's it bitch, keep tryin' to take it all; even if you can't, it's fun to hear you struggle."

Spittle dripped from the stallion-turned-sissy's mouth, wreathing Shining's lips or slathering across the alpha-stud's thick knob, globs of the stuff gathering on his own furry chest and the dirty tiled floor. Shining's ears twitched, ushering a whimper of agreement with the stranger; it was fun to struggle, to offer the worthy stallionhood a nice, warm, damp place to shove itself inside when it wasn't busy deflowering and defiling countless eager mares. For all this popularity in school and college, Shining's cock claimed only a single mare's pussy; how many slits had his visitor's shaft spread apart? Did they all moan nearly as much as he'd started to?

"Aahh, are you enjoying my tongue, babe? M-Mmm, you taste like heaven, hehe," the Commander admitted with an almost waifish giggle, his mouth hopefully too full of cock to risk identifying himself through voice. The unicorn rested both hooves on the wall in an effort to press his gagging throat further, yearning to kiss the stallion's medial ring, though that left his own rigid member begging for attention.

"Heaven for queers maybe, but the mares sure don't complain either. Hah! Not like how they would bitch about having somepony like you in bed with them," the stranger retorted, thumping his hoof on the stall wall impatiently. "Now shut up and put that mouth to work! I've got a schedule to keep upstairs, and can't waste my time in the stall like you."

"Yes, Sir...O-Ooohh!" Shining yelped in subservience as his horn sparked to life, blue magic gripping the unicorn's erect stallionhood in the pleasurable rhythms of telekinetic stimulation. The degradation proved too arousing, and unable to ignore his lusts, the stallion's magic stepped in; however, mentally holding every lesser inch only amplified his inferiority when contrasted to a genuine stud's equipment. He lacked a full six-inches of comparative length, not to mention the incredible thickness; why, the stud's pride barely fit through the hole!

For all there was to worship, the stud's musk entranced Shining the most; a unrefined, primal scent, inspiring visions of a tribal chieftain ruling by the might of his hooves and the most basic ambitions to conquer other neighboring clans, claim his due tribute of servants or wives, and coat the pristine maidens of the land in the enduring seed of his lineage. A stud like that would trounce a leaner, smaller colt like himself at every opportunity...what place would he have in such times, other than one of service?

"H-Hmmmphhh! Mmmph" Shining's sex-addled thoughts inspired shameless moans, the unicorn picturing himself as a conquered warrior tamed to pleasure the victor, a weaker breed of pony put back in an ancient niche forgotten by all but the winners. Shining's cock trembled in excitement, flaring up from his magical touch at the subservient fantasy. Wouldn't forfeiting the constraint strain of power, responsibility, or of fatherhood for even a few hours be worth it, to yield to his role as a tool for pleasuring his betters?

"Graggh, pretty light show, fag...So you're a unicorn then?" the abrasive stranger observed with a mocking grunt of a laugh, pulling back his hips to pry his slobber and pre-coated cock from the faggot's gripping muzzle. Swaying his flank, the stranger's dick slapped Shining across the cheek and nose, coating the co-ruler of the Crystal Empire in his male essence. "Mmmph, can't say I'm surprised, cause any guy that shoots fairy-sparkles from his head all day must be more than a little queer. You're putting that horn to work tryin' to stroke off that pathetic twig you call a cock, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes babe! I-I'm playing with my little toy soldier right now, while you've got a real "cannon" pointed right at me and ready to blow," Shining admitted through the hole, so out of breath that his voice lacked the usual stoutness or depth that everypony in the training grounds recognized, instead speaking quickly, desperately. The enraptured unicorn tried to kiss and suckle his visitor's swinging cock, but the stud meant to draw out Shining's pining whimpers for him, instead dragging his flared head along Shining's blue two-toned mane to mark his passing with off-white strings of pre-cum. "P-Please babe, I need your cock back in my mouth right now! I'll do anything to taste you again, just-"

"I've got about ten minutes before I go back upstairs; tell me all about why I'm a better stallion than a cock-cleaner like you, and maybe, if I like what I hear, I'll fill that emptiness in your mouth with something worthwhile again," the stranger demanded coldly, almost with a hateful snarl to his command, holding nothing but contempt for the faceless unicorn lending him pleasure on the other side.

"I-I..." Shining stammered, attempting to catching his breath, only to find that every crevice of the stall reeked of the other stallion's maleness, his own arousal not even registering as a faint trace; as if his own cock, the embodiment of his masculinity, barely existed. "Y-You're a beast of a stallion with a cock to match, one that puts mine to s-shame and makes me regret ever trying to pleasure mares with it. M-My weak little cock could make them moan, like a vibrator would; while yours surely makes them scream!"

"Damn right it does! After all, I'm the one getting his dick wet from some scared little bitch hiding in some hole. Tell me something I don't know already, sissy," the stallion snorted dismissively, laying his cock along the bridge of Shining's nose, its swollen head prodding at the unicorn's horn and lathering its ivory base with sticky pre. "Hah, I'm surprised a mare even let you even stick such a wimpy pecker in her! Must have been outta pity, poor gal. Let me guess; when she saw your dinky "toy soldier" coming out to play, she giggled and called it "cute," didn't she?"

"...Y-Yes, she did. She called it "sweet" and c-climbed on top of me," the paramour to a thousand mare's fantasies confessed, astonished at how much truth his tormentor hammered home, especially of his first time with Cadence. The unicorn spoke bashfully, the thin wall of anonymity and his docile, higher-pitched voice a more secure suit of armor for his social status than the golden one hanging on the wall. "My w-wife, she likes to call it that, my daring "toy soldier-"

"Hah, really!? Your fuckin' wife?" the stranger balked derisively, his massive stallionhood so turned on at the revelation that it streamed a constant trickle of slimy precum across Shining's forehead, its musk like a brand seeking to cling on every inch of his fur. "Wow, guess she REALLY felt sorry then, if she married you! What'd you do, knock her up? It's no wonder you wanna suck me off so bad, at least that's something you might be good at, no matter how tiny your dick is."

"Yes, you're right!" Shining's pride cracked, intoxicated by the stranger's appetizing cock smearing him in its utter supremacy. Frantic for the humbling girth, the famed hero of the Empire lapped his tongue at the stud's base, his horn busy stroking at his own diminutive cock all the while. "I'd love to sit on this dirty toilet choking down your dick every week! I'd happily do that rather than try and make love to my wife, she'd get more pleasure out of her vibrator than what I could give!"

"Graah, now that's more like it, cock-sucker! Never gets old, hearing an ignorant fag finally learn their place beneath a real stallion," the visitor growled in approval, his rigid flare twitching against Shining Armor's forehead, slathering the unicorn's mane in enough pre to send it trickling against an ear. "Every week, huh? Tell yah what...You and your little "toy soldier" promise to follow my orders without question, and I'll give you what you crave. Sound good, slut?"

"Yes, yeees! Please babe, I'll do anything for cock!" Shining begged with a pathetic moan, eager for the stranger's approval and conceding all command of anything to him. The unicorn's horn bathed the stall and his own dick in fawning magical glow, standing on edge time and time again; yet, Shining kept himself from experiencing climax until he'd given that pleasure to his visitor, marshaling his self-discipline as a sign of respect towards his better. The unicorn imagined that his stud's muzzle wore a victorious sneer at the news, and he wasn't far off on that assumption, if their cockiness was anything to go by.

"Good, now listen, fairy," the stallion demanded full attention, thumping a hoof against the stall wall." You're gonna come right back here next week, same time, same stall. You're gonna "borrow" some lipstick from your wife, bright stuff with some glitter in it, and then doll yourself up like the limp-dicked sissy you are! Then, you're gonna leave a nice trail of kisses down any and every cock that comes through these holes; got it, sparkler-head?"

"Y-Yes, sir," came the sheepish reply, Shining's voice soft and disarmed of hesitation, his eyes fluttering at such masculine scents coating his fur in the wake of the stranger's grinding shaft.

"Sir? Hah, I like that! Stick to sayin' babe in that mewing voice though, slut. Graggh, reminds me of a gal I used to bang hard every weekend; maybe I should pay her a visit before practice for old time's sake, so you can taste her on my dick? You'd like that, huh?" the bronco taunted, pulling back his hips slightly to point himself straight towards Shining's panting maw. "More pussy than you'll ever get! Speakin' of which, one last order."

"I'm all ears, babe," Shining acknowledge, tuning up his falsetto to such a height that he sounded almost like a colt again; or perhaps even a bashful filly exchanging flirtatious comments with her crush.

"Don't waste your wife's time in bed this week, she's got better things to do than put up with your tiny cock. Let her play with those big-mare toys she probably has stashed away to make up for the action she's totally not gettin' between your legs," the stranger instructed dismissively, the head of his cock flaring at the idea of denying the hidden sissy his married lovemaking, instead aiming to turn the simpering faggot's thoughts strictly towards a higher purpose: servicing genuine stallions. "You should be thankin' me for that order, cause you'll be a champ at pussy-diving in no time, fag."

"She deserves to be treated like the Princess she is...you're right. I'll do it! P-please," the unicorn whimpered, his eyes focused on admiring the cock jutting forth from the hole in all its hardened splendor, aching to lend it a depraved form of prayer. "Babe, please let me practice giving studs pleasure with my mouth, starting right now! Use my mouth like you would any other hole to fill! Make this slut choke on your big cock, babe!"

"Oh, fine, since you asked so nicely; line that chatty hole up and open wide, bitch," the stud commanded, and Shining obeyed without hesitation, presenting his open muzzle towards the very tip of the alpha-male's wanting dick. Shining moaned an invitation of readiness for the stud, panting hot breath upon the rounded flare to let him know of the warm, wet fuck-hole awaiting his conquest. He'd need not wait long to have his newfound purpose in life validated, the wanting emptiness in his own masculinity filled with that of a truly-virile stallion.

"Aahh-G-gaaargh! M-Mmwwwaaphhhh!~" Shining gargled in rapture as his wish was granted, the stranger's stout hips hammering forward just after he'd taken a lungful of that self-worth robbing musk, its rock-hard genesis prying open the tarnished Commander's mouth with its girth. Such violence behind the initial thrust fed into Shining's awakened submissiveness, the unicorn's forehooves mounting against his side of the stall to keep his head steady and presented.

"Wet and warm, just like a slut's cunt should be..." the stud snarled, his flare pulsing at the back of Shining's throat, unknowingly inspiring a powerful addiction for that feeling in the husband of his ruling Princess. Relishing the feeling of the faggot's cock-hungry tongue lapping at his shaft for a moment, the stranger pulled his hips back sharply, leaving a trickle of the unicorn's spittle shimmering in the fluorescent bathroom lighting. The true stallion shuddered, aroused in how endearingly the bitch on the other side licked his head, leaving it nice and ready for him to thrust forward once more, even deeper and rougher than before.

Shining's hooves scraped at the walls under his superior's onslaught, the graffiti-coated paint worn thin from doubtlessly many eager bitches like himself kissing cock at the profane hole. His mews pleaded for the stud's medial ring to slip between his lips again and again, the sluticorn cramming his muzzle against the dirty wall to lessen distance between his throat and the stranger's surely-thick base. Shining's horn sputtered like a broken strobe light, jerking his own cock and discovering it softening somewhat in his grip, as if conceding its meekness to the one thrusting deep into his open mouth.

"S-Shit, you're givin my ex's cunt competition now! Bet your ass is even better, tighter than a virgin on homecoming night! Celestia's twat, you were fuckin' born to suck dick!" the demeaning stallion roared, hammering a hoof to the wall to encourage his worshiper's complete devotion, his muscular hips ramming into the ready and willing hole with mounting urgency. "A-Arghh, been a long time since I've had a fag like you in here, one so damn thirsty for me! You want my cum something fierce, don't you?!"

"M-Mmmhmmmphhh!" the born dick-licker purred back in agreement, smashing his muzzle against the hole in the wall with a lewd smooch, ensuring that his once-pristine throat took the shaft from flare to near-hilt. If only the hole didn't keep that base tantalizingly out of reach! Shining's cheeks bulged, slobber trickling from his mouth to stain the walls in the wake of the stud's every rampant thrust, the unicorn's muffled gags music to the mean-spirited stranger's ears. Shining sniffled from the abuse, tears flowing down his cheeks at the strain of being face-fucked into submission; yet, he found that he loved it, accepting the stallion's aim to turn his muzzle into a suitable replacement-pussy for needy studs. Wasn't it a much better use for his mouth than chatty diplomats or making all those dumb speeches?

Loud, thumping sounds filled the dingy space for several minutes, the slurping symphonies of a slut gobbling up cock quite audible within the forgotten restroom. The stranger grunted savagely, fully hilting, his shaft swelled against the accommodating opening. His heavy balls throbbed tightly against his base at how snugly the sissy's mouth felt, struggling to postpone his long-delayed release to properly break in another slut. Shining moaned whorishly on the other side, the magical stimulation keeping the unicorn teetering on an arousal high in anticipation of the hot prize quaking within his superior's balls. Given how much the stud's dick flared upon his tongue, that gleeful christening of his faggotry surely couldn't be far off.

"G-Gettin' closer now, sissy! You'd better swallow it all, dumb bitch, or I'll come in there and beat you up for wastin' a drop of my seed," that pent-up stud warned, his rapid breath coming in throaty pants while his flanks tensed from driving thrusts into the gloryhole. The dick on Shining's flicking tongue pulsed at every forceful hilt, minting another fresh faggot on its impressive length; one who'd spend his every idle minute thinking about earning the next helping of genuine stallion seed.

"G-Gonna bust real soon; moan for me fairy, let me hear you beg for my spunk!" the stranger whinnied loudly, like a blaring trumpet.

"Hmm, mmhmm! G-Gaarraghh," Shining gurgled and pleaded, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, basking in the ravaging that'd surely leave his throat sore for a few hours at the very least, but his reward was worth every discomfort.

Shining's blue magic lit up sharply, the sparkling sound of ethereal energy jerking his near-flaccid cock to a leaky release, meager cum trickling harmlessly from the hero's own black shaft to pool half-forgotten to the filthy bathroom floor. What really mattered pounded the unicorn's brains out from beyond the wall, drool trailing down from his muzzle in slick rivets as all thought beyond providing a hole left him. No ideas of rank, obligation, or even husbandhood; only earning a superior's seed, tasting it, adoring it...

At long last, the moment came. The stranger's waist rocked, shivered, and then stopped moving, save for short-lived jerks forward. Shining's eyes widened in amazement at the sheer width of such a massive flare swelling at the back of his throat. Pulling himself away from the hole slightly, the future-slut lashed his greedy tongue on his stud's head, which effortlessly drew the desired treasure; a mighty throb, and an even stronger whinny from the opposite stall, ushering forth a spout of warmth that splashed into Shining's open maw. Seed, glorious stallion seed rushed into his muzzle in gushing streams, reeking of salted potency. The flavorful tribute soon filled Shining's mouth, his thoughts, his very soul even; for nothing compared to the fulfillment of knowing he'd provided such ecstasy to an Alpha.

"Rrragghh! Drink it all down, that's a good girl! F-Fuck, bet you'd suck anypony that came through this hole, huh?! Well, here it comes, j-just what you've wanted, A-Aaarghhh!" his superior groaned, but Shining already obeyed. Why would he dare waste such a tasty treat? The unicorns' tongue lapped voraciously at the stranger's head, hoping to coax every precious jolt of cum from his stud's emptied balls so that they wouldn't go to waste dribbling out into this armor later, ensuring that no drop went unspent into his tummy.

The stranger chuckled to himself, content that he'd transformed yet-another pretender from colt to cocksucker; heck, he'd finished leaking seed over a minute ago, but the faggot was still suckling, hoping for a stray droplet! No way he'd ever think of himself as a stallion again...

Completely spent, the stud finally withdrew with a sharp smack, the pop of his still-swollen flare exiting Shining's muzzle a sinful sort of departing kiss. His flare had softened enough inside Shining's worshiping mouth to slip back through the other side of the hole, but just barely!

Shining slumped onto his flank, staring at the vacant hole with a dull gaze, still licking his muzzle to glean whatever droplets of cum might remain...but some stained the hole itself, leaking from the stranger's withdrawing cock! In an instant, Shining leapt for them, circling his tongue across the hole to clean up the remnants, and even earning a lick across the stud's drained balls for his trouble! They tasted like sweat, salt, and seed, all three flavors blended into an intoxicating tonic that left him, at the end, prodding his muzzle through the hole to show his empty tongue. "Aahhh..."

"Fuck, you really drank it all up, didn't you? Hah, just you wait...next week, you'll have cum in more holes than one," the stranger boasted, and Shining heard him settle back into his uniform, dressing himself in a hurry to make up for lost time. "I'll see yah next time, fag."

"Wait! Before you go...Got a marker on you, babe?" Shining questioned after withdrawing his muzzle from the hole, his voiced tuned up to as much of a feminine falsetto feigning playful innocent as he could manage. The attempt to disguise his weakened maleness failed, but at least the effeminate tone kept his identity a mystery, and felt more natural with each word leaving his lips. The Commander of the Imperial Legions only hoped that the wolf on the other side wouldn't recognize his voice over the speakers or during a speech anytime soon.

"Lookin' to leave your mark, huh? Well, here you go fag. Let everypony know where they can get their balls drained! Haha..." the satisfied stranger snickered, slipping a deep-red marker past the barrier between them, it's hue resembling that of cheap lipstick. Shining's magic picked up the marker, and began writing on the wall in lavish cursive. The lackadaisical unicorn couldn't help but chortle at seeing that fanciful lettering on the crude wall; he'd spent so much time working on it in Canterlot Elementary, but what would Ms. Dazzleflash say at seeing her grown-up pupil slumped against a bathroom wall, with a tummy filled with a stranger's cum and fur stained with his own?

"Next week I'll bring my little brother along; he's been itchin' to get some oral action lately, and his prude bitch of a mare won't put out cause she doesn't like the taste. You sure as fuck won't be complaining about that, right? As for me," the stud snarled, slamming the bathroom stall door on his way out, his massive spit-covered cock still swaying between his legs. "You'd better stretch that sissy-cunt of yours wide, or I'll break it so bad you'll scream louder and higher than any girl you'll ever dream of fucking. See you later, cocksucker."

"Looking forward to it, stud. I'll be right here waiting for you," Shining called back in a simpering tone, pondering ways to sneak makeup and old gowns from his wife without arousing suspicion. Crossing out Cadence's name on the wall, the unicorn grinned, licking drying cum from his lips and already craving his next helping of the stuff. Full and warm in a way he'd never known, Shining Armor hastily dressed himself, withdrawing from the stall before anypony else entered; but not without correcting a single line of graffiti:

"Shining Sucks here on Saturdays <3"

Author's Note

I don't usually write a lot of gay stuff, but I've had a lot of ideas for these kinds of stories lately. A few are based on either IRL experiences, or those of people I've known, though the details and the like are vastly different. This will not be the only chapter featuring Shining's little "journey," so keep an eye out for more if this is your cup of tea!