Shining Armor staggered back home as if in a trance, with hardly any memory of how he'd managed to actually get there. Somehow, despite his ruffled fur reeking of sex or the disheveled state of his royal guard uniform, he'd managed to remain covert, quick, or lucky enough to avoid suspicion from passing soldiers or subjects. The shamed Commander slinked straight to his quarters and into the private confines of the master bedroom shower, a space he often shared with his wife.

"A-Ahh, hah...W-What did I just do?!" the unicorn panted as if waking up from a falling dream, the events of a scant half-hour spent worshiping a stallion's cock in a dirty bathroom stall seeming unreal to him; yet for all the hot water blasting down his nude body, why wouldn't that lingering, overpowering scent of the virile stud leave his nostrils?

"No way, I can't, I didn't think that..." Shining negotiated fruitlessly, his voice reverberating off the shower walls and back to him like a mocking parrot, the space hardly much bigger than that wicked stall, but thankfully lacking any more gloryholes. Mounting his forehooves to the slick wall, Shining stared down at the swirling drain beneath him, the water's circular motion inspiring thoughts of his tongue lapping like that of wanton whore around the stranger's massive head, yearning to earn that overbearing stallion's approval.

"Never gets old, hearing a confused fag finally learn their place beneath a real stallion."

"Celestia's twat, you were fuckin' born to suck dick!"

"When she saw your dinky "toy soldier" coming out to play, she giggled and called it "cute," didn't she?"

The degrading, humiliating phrases rang through the stallion's head, only for the straining Commander to find the "head" between his legs standing aroused once more, craving the sound of that gruff, authoritative stud unknowingly belittling the most sought-after unicorn in the entire Crystal Empire!

"I-It's not that small," Shining comforted himself, glancing down at his growing cock, grasping the dark shaft with his magic; indeed, it wasn't the smallest he'd seen in the locker room...but compared to other stallions of his stature, his entire frame didn't quite measure up, did it? Shining thought of a few of the other guards in the barracks he'd happened to glance upon in the showers, with members so ponderous that they needed specially-fit codpieces in their armor to avoid discomfort; stallions shorter or less-statuesque than himself, but packing more than their fair share of extra inches. For all his authority, Shining Armor stood shorter and leaner than many in the barracks, even many newer recruits from southern Equestria's frontiers. The thuggish stranger in the bathroom surely eclipsed them in raw physique, which made Shining tremble all the more at daring to compare himself to such a monstrous stallion, even as the same ideas drew a whinny from the thrusting unicorn.

"W-what am I...G-Gaah, oh f-fuck, aargh!" Shining balked feverishly, rocking his hips forward into the magical embrace encircling his cock, the unicorn's flare swelling to full heft and twitching sharply before blasting the shower wall with streaks of cum, the climax coming as an utter shock. He'd been masturbating all the while, thinking about that mean stud?! Lost in his anxieties, Shining was barely aware of his own body's motions or its desire for those terrifyingly-tantalizing fantasies, until they'd freed themselves from his risen loins once more. He slumped against the sperm-slathered wall, exhausted both of arousal and the will to stand straight, the unicorn's climax robbing him of anything but blinding pleasure for a few forgetful moments.

Still, even with his own masculine scent filling the chamber and washing away into the comforting water, the residue of the stranger still clung to the married stallion, as if staining his soul in its claiming taint. Desperate to down it out before leaving the shower, lest somepony else catch scent of it, Shining glanced about for something, anything that might mask it, until his wandering eyes fell on an often-ignored pink bottle.

"Princess' Delight Shampoo and Coat Wash," Shining read aloud, his magic releasing the softening cock withdrawing to its sheath to pluck the dainty rose-covered bottle. The logo underneath those words depicted a young white-furred unicorn mare with a damp two-toned mane flowing down her svelte shoulders, the beauty's sky-blue eyes staring up at him bashfully with long, curved lashes. Shining popped open the bottle and took a whiff, discovering a soothing, deeply-floral scent within, far-less subtle than his normal wash but familiar to the stallion all the same as one of his wife's personal favorites.

"W-well, I suppose I'd rather smell like a flower than a...faggot," the unicorn conceded with distaste at the slur, though a part of him wondered what the difference between the two scents might be; after all, didn't sissies use mare products too? Still, as long as nothing of that stranger's mark remained upon him, what did it matter? Shining lathered himself in the bubbly shampoo, finding it unusually slick upon his course fur, the silken fluid leaving a gleaming luster even after rinsing away. At last, the stranger's stain faded away, replaced by a flowery scent that smelled simply...

"Delightful? Hah, bottle wasn't lying. In fact, it's not bad at all," the unicorn reflected upon stepping from the shower, the fresh sheen to his softened fur making it easy to dry and even easier to brush into order. Shining wondered if he might have used a bit too much, and if Cadence would notice how much was missing from the bottle, to say nothing of the scent itself!

"Just, ah, got in the shower and realized my bottle was empty! Sorry dear, had to use your mare stuff, just this once! H-hah," Shining rehearsed in the mirror with his best impression of a dismissively embarrassed smile, hovering over his own plain bottle of coat wash and hiding it underneath a few towels in the bathroom closet.

"See? All out! Oops, guess I'll need to send a servant out to get a few bottles...say, you wouldn't happen to need a few extras, right honey?" Shining cooed into the mirror with a casual flick of his shimmering mane, pulling at his wife's makeup drawer to spy rows of lipstick, powders, and all manner of frilly mare-business. "Why, just write down what's running low, and I'll ask Summer Chalice to pick up a few-"

A hoof lightly tapped at the bathroom door, freezing Shining in place.

"Y-Yes?"

"Shining? Are you finished in there?" the Commander's wife asked, seemingly oblivious to the spiel of her husband rifling through her articles.

"YES! Uhm, yeah, just practicing for the big graduate ceremony in a few weeks," Shining squeaked in reply, gentling shutting the makeup drawer and ruffling his mane with a towel, before dashing to unlatch the door and make a hasty exit. "There, done! Guard stuff to do, rank paperwork, you know how it is. Sorry I can't chat right now, see you at dinner!"

"Are you sure you're feeling-?" Cadence began, sniffing a strange odor on her husband's fur, but he'd bolted off with only a fleeting peck upon her cheek, his magic brushing his frazzled mane back into place with a snatched comb while vanishing out of their chambers.

"...Was that one of my combs?" the alicorn muttered with a dismissive shrug, striding into the washroom to preen her wings, whose pink feathers wore the ruffles of another motherly morning with Flurry Heart's unpredictable magical outbursts...

* * *

Fortunately for Shining Armor, his wife was as much the Princess of Empathy as she was that of Love, and accepted his half-rambled excuses for borrowing her comb and fur wash with only a few understanding nods and jeering giggles; she'd even complimented the glossiness of his fur and the flowery scent adorning it, joking that he may have to fend off curious bees while instructing drills tomorrow morning!

Shining laughed her banter off, casually mentioning that he'd sent their faithful steward, a crystal pony mare by the name of Summer Chalice, on a shopping trip to restock their bathing supplies. He didn't mention exactly what he'd instructed her to buy, nor the specific request to stash some of the more feminine articles away in the guest bathroom for "any unexpected visitors" to use, but the detail surely must have just slipped his mind!

The day passed easily enough; eating a fine dinner accompanied by even finer wine, hosting a chat by Royal Crystaller Sunburst on arcane affairs, reviewing civil documents, and the usual royal business. The events slipped by Shining, as if a fleeting dream, his thoughts constantly mulling over every sensation felt, word uttered, and desire awakened in the stall. Twice, he'd felt his stallionhood stir, and twice he'd crossed his legs to stifle that urge.

"Tomorrow, just gotta hold off until then," Shining gnarled to himself, rising from his study table and dousing the lights, marching straight for the royal bedchambers like a soldier on parade. "I'll forget all about this tomorrow. Everything will be back to normal, now that I've finally got that out of my system..."

Cadence was already settling down for bed, having nestled Flurry Heart into her crib after wearing the floating foal out by chasing her around the nursery. The alicorn wore a semi-transparent white nightgown sown by Rarity as a late wedding present, accented with embroidered hearts and flourishes all along the hem, its contours suggesting grace and beauty befitting of a Princess. Normally, that gown inspired desire in the unicorn's heart, as she'd worn it on their honeymoon to prelude almost every blissful consummation of their union.

Instead, Shining's heart sank upon approaching the daintily-dressed mare settling into bed; would those endearing sighs and huffs uttered at his affections during their lovemaking be screams of rapture if she were wrapped underneath the bucking thrusts of that wicked stranger, or one of those well-endowed studs in the barracks? No doubt Cadence loved her husband unconditionally, adored him even; yet, would he ever be able to give her the pleasure such love deserved? Or would he always pale in comparison to those broncos and their over-sized tools, each well-suited to hammer mares and queers alike into whimpering, whining mush?

"Are you coming to bed, Shining; or are you just going to stand there gawking?" Cadence asked in a faux-innocent voice, wiggling her rump before slipping it under the sheets, the alicorn's magic pulling back the sheets to offer him space beside her. "Not that I mind at all. I seem to have that effect on you."

"Hah, maybe it's some kinda spell you cast with that flank of yours, hypnotizes me right on the spot," Shining recovered from his stupor deftly as he climbed into bed, casting aside such troubling thoughts. What was getting into him? Shining Armor commanded the army of an empire, earned the adoration of thousands of mares, and shared his bed with the most beautiful of them all! He had nothing to prove, not to anypony, least of all some braggart cadet with more cock than brains!

"Indeed, my most powerful spell yet! One you've not yet managed to resist," Cadence sneered, nuzzling her husband's firm chest and sniffling at his floral-scented fur, its softness tickling her nose. "Heh, you know, it's not half bad."

"The wash, you mean? Y-Yeah, didn't expect it to leave my fur so-"

"Silky?" she interjected with a knowing snicker. "Now you see why I like using it so much! I could get used to seeing your fur like this, Shiny. If some of my bottles end up missing, I think I'll know who to blame."

"We'll see about that," he replied gruffly, "but if I start smelling like my wife, that'll get the servants whispering."

"Like they don't do that already? Besides, I don't recall us ever writing any laws stating that a stallion can't have a nice, glossy coat, or smell faintly of lilacs from time to time. If anything, that'll just spread the rumor that we've been spending more time in the shower together!" Cadence purred, taking in a deep breath of her husband's fur, nuzzling up so that their muzzles stood inches apart.

"Your Princess is ready for her goodnight-kiss, my Knight," she whispered in that irresistibly sultry tone that no other mare could quite emulate.

Shining began to lean forward, but paused, mortified by a singular idea, a horrific realization; less than six hours ago, his muzzle greedily wrapped itself around a total stranger's cock, worshipping it reverently behind his own adoring wife's back until they were stained with seed, and now those same tainted lips thought themselves worthy to kiss the Princess of Love! What a sorry excuse of a Knight he'd been, much less a faithful husband!

"C-Cadence, I-" Shining began to protest, but his wife took the initiative, as she often did in their bedroom, melding their lips together in a lengthy, agonizingly-long smooch. Shining's eyes widened with horror; though the flavor of cock and cum was long gone, his wife's muzzle occupied the same space as the stranger's stallionhood had, a perverse sort of bridge forming with the unicorn as its base. He broke the kiss early, suddenly, a trail of spittle connecting him to his wife, which looked eerily like cum in the dim bedroom lighting, as if she'd mustered some of that sinful seed from his memories...

"Phew, Knightly duties attended to yet again! Ah, goodnight, my Princess C-Cadenza," Shining croaked, extinguishing the bedside lamp and withdrawing into the darkness, hoping the pulled-up sheets concealed the red glow of shame on his face.

"Goodnight, my Knight, Cadence yawned back, seeming to disregard the abrupt end to their kiss as purely accidental, finding herself too tired from the day's toil to prod for any other answer. Cadence rolled to the side, facing away from him, her head somewhat elevated by a pillow to keep her lengthy horn from grinding into the headboard in her dreamy slumber.

Shining lay still, listening to her breathing slow into measured, sleeping comfort. His blue eyes stared into the darkness, half-expecting that monstrous stallion and his equally-beastly cock to spring forth and profane his mouth, in his very own bedchambers! Shuttering his eyes, Shining tumbled away from that gloom, settling his gaze upon the peaceful mare at rest beside him.

"Hold on dear, your Knight'll be along shortly to escort you into Luna's dreamland," the protector of the Crystal Empire vowed, forsaking the tantalizing offer brazenly swaying from the void of his own thoughts. Snuggling against the silken pillow awash in a now-comforting floral scent, Shining Armor's last lucid thoughts that night were spend on imaging himself as that Knight, a steadfast warrior guarding honor and safety of his dear wife, no matter the cost.

* * *

The lone unicorn warrior moved soundlessly through the jungle canopy, his fur-covered hooves making almost no sound upon the earth, nor leaving anything but a fleeting imprint to mark his passing. Clad in a rugged loincloth and sash, little clothing obscured the stallion's athletic, white-furred body, nor did it hide the dark tattoos inked in along his chest; the marks of a gifted hunter, one who provided bountiful treasures for his tribe and mare on nearly every hunt. Even in the leanest times, the warrior's spear found beasts to slay for hides, or fruits to fill the bellies of his fellows. However, so far, his most recent prey eluded him.

He'd ventured far following the trail of the white beast, a powerful reptile that stalked the dark reeds of the savannah, stealing away whatever life it could snatch within its fangs or swipe with its wicked claws, each sharp as arrowheads and just as accurate. It was bigger, faster, and more bloodthirsty than the rest of its kind, leaving sorrow and suffering wherever it tread. The stallion who felled such a mighty opponent would unquestionably rule the tribes, his own and all others of the land.

The stalking warrior, Shining Spear, aimed to ensure his legacy by doing just that. So confident was he in this quest's success, that the notion he might find himself hunted instead never crossed his mind...until it was too late!

"Hiiisssssss!" the massive lizard snarled, leaping from seemingly nowhere, its sharp claws glistening in the scant sunlight illuminating the jungle floor. Shining moved on instinct, tumbling to the ground and laying nearly flat, the beast sailing mere inches above his head!

"Hah, finally found you! Now, face your destiny at the tip of my spear, demon!" Shining yowled, springing from his low position like a leopard from tall grass, his spear jabbing into the creature's thick hide, scratching at its iron-like scales. The spear drew an angry growl, but failed to penetrate enough to draw blood, leaving the confident warrior overextended. Vulnerable. Easy prey.

"GGgrrrrraaaaaagh!" the lizard snarled, leaping at Shining and knocking his namesake, his prized spear, straight out of the unicorn's hoof. The monster's whole weight slammed him to the earth, robbing his lungs of breath and crushing the warrior underneath its bulk. Shining struggled fiercely, scrambling for his weapon, but it remained just outside of reach. The creature's drool-slathered teeth, poised to bury themselves into his soft neck, were far closer and getting closer by the moment!

"This is the end; I am ready to meet my ancestors, and pray that death meets me swiftly-" the defeated warrior's thoughts raced, staring mortality right in the face for the first and final time. The beast sneered in triumph, lunging forward to snuff out the life of its newest prey...

A hooked javelin bolted from the left, the massive weapon propelled with such incredible power that its jagged point easily slipped between the reptile's rigid scales, knocking the predator off of Shining's bruised chest. A grievous wound marked the beast's left hip, but its savagery only grew, as the reptile unleashed an enraged roar that echoed throughout the jungle.

"Rrrraaaaaaghhh!?" the monster rumbled, and an equally-intimidating cry answered back; two roars belonging to two brutes, each fighting for dominance of the other; yet, to Shining Spear's salvation, one such brute was a stallion, a towering warrior the likes of which he'd never seen before!

The emerging warrior, an earth pony, stood at level height with the scaled enemy, his auburn-furred body streaked with a patchwork of battle-scars and symbolic tattoos, each of their characters a record of his conquests. Having thrown his javelin, the stallion drew another almost instantaneously, the fire in his dark eyes only matched by the hue of his lengthy blonde mane. Wearing wolf furs splattered in blue dye, Shining Spear recognized the significance of his champion's garb, marking the interloper as a member of a rival tribe. This newcomer, a hulking savage, aimed to steal the prize he'd been tracking for days, glory that was rightfully his!

"S-Stand aside hunter, it is my monster to slay," Shining Spear mustered in a wavering voice weakened and unfitting for a warrior, reclaiming his spear to use as leverage in standing back to his hooves. Strength seemed to drain from his body, and his plea only drew a snide smile from the intruder.

"It was never yours. You where never worthy of it, Maran," came the gruff reply in an oddly-familiar voice, the stranger not bothering to look back at him. By the sun, he'd even been so insulted, the rival calling him a weak female! Shining scowled, anger overcoming self-preservation, as he raised his spear to strike down the unaware warrior.

The creature held little regard for their conversation, seizing the moment to lunge at what it saw as the weakest of the pair, the hunter it could most easily vanquish; Shining Spear! Pointing his weapon towards the wrong target, the unicorn was defenseless, his pride as a hunter misguiding reason and leaving him totally exposed!

"Eaaaghh-Graghh!...Aghhh..." it sprang, sputtered, and upon falling to the ground, expired. The reptilian horror's heart no longer beat, pierced by the stranger's javelin, two rows of its curved obsidian claws mere inches away from tearing into Shining Spear's flesh. In attempting to preserve his honor, Shining forfeited not only that, but his quarry. Now, only one option remained: servitude to the one he'd wronged, to the savoir he despised.

"Kneel," the stranger commanded, and Shining obeyed by sitting down before him, dropping the spear he was no longer fit to wield. To even dare think of striking another honorable warrior on a hunt, even that of another tribe, was an unforgivable crime; one that Shining expected to pay for with exile, at best. Glancing up, Shining found his muzzle level with the loincloth loosely tied around the stallion's waist, the cloth straining to conceal his maleness, but unable to hide its imposing outline.

"Good Maran," the stranger complimented Shining's subservience with a condescending pat on the head, the insulting title a fitting one for his actions. "You will be as my shadow from now on; always behind, attending, and lower than me. Your time pretending to be a warrior is at an end."

"What must I do?" Shining Spear replied solemnly, staring down at his hooves, barely constraining tears. He found his loincloth barely risen between his legs, as if his stallionhood opted to hide from one which outmatched it. "If I am a shadow, than whom am I bound to?"

"The trek into the jungle has tired me. I will prepare the beast's vessel for our journey to the council of elders. Set up a shelter and cook me a meal; such is a fitting first task for a Maran," the hunter ordered, laying down a tied satchel containing a simple tend and woolen bedwrap, including flint for starting a fire. "From this day forth, you are no longer an unworthy hunter, but the shadow of Sunchaser. Never forget your place."

Shining Spear merely nodded, busying himself with the task of setting up shelter, gathering rocks for a fire-pit, and uncovering ample timber in the jungle foliage. Each of these tasks annoyed many hunters, but Shining found them easy, comforting even, compared to the rigors of following the deadly beast. Before the sun even began to set, he'd mounted the tent into a fitting shelter, set a blazing fire alight with ample tinder, and whipped up a meal of steamed vegetables. All the while, the jealous hatred that damned him faded into shame, acceptance, and even gratitude for Sunchaser's intervention. The earth pony showed great mercy for not branding him an outcast; in fact, if the stallion did become leader of his own tribe, would that not make Shining valuable too, even as a servant?

"Come, Maran. I desire your company," Sunchaser stated from his fur sitting mat, and Shining approached, a water pouch and pot of vegetable stew hovering beside him with the Spirit-Touch his kind were celebrated for, offering sustenance to the warrior who'd saved his life humbly. Indeed, the earth pony did eat; but not before grasping Shining's tail and tugging the unicorn to his side upon the grass.

"Ahh!" the defeated stallion squeaked lowering himself to sit beside Sunchaster, the massive stallion's unyielding hoof soon clasping his shoulders. "I-I don't understand, I did what you asked-"

"You satisfied one of my hungers, as a Maran should, but that is not what I asked," the hunter interjected sharply, a flash of annoyance simmering in his dark-brown eyes, its ire sending Shining's resolve to protest fleeing. "I asked for your company to sate a different hunger, as what is expected of your kind."

"B-But that would mean, you can't be serious," Shining gulped, taken aback by what Sunchaser's rumbling voice implied. He'd heard of stallions doing such a thing when defeated in battle in certain tribes, debasing themselves before another and serving them as a tribeswoman might; he'd even seen such stallions, if one could call them that from their apperance, doting over their superiors in other camps. Surely, the victorious stud couldn't have that fate in store for him?

"I told you already, the time to play pretend at being a stallion is over," Sunchaser spoke, silencing his attendant's worries, though the touch of the earth pony's fingers tracing along Shining's lithe shoulders did just as much to quiet the unicorn's protest. "You were never meant for hunting ferocious game, not with a body so lean and soft. Given your willingness to serve, you certainly were not meant to rule, or strain to uphold the honor of our people against those who would challenge it. Thus, you have one purpose remaining, the one that I give you."

"Which is...?" Shining rasped weakly, though given the rising heft that he spied underneath Sunchaser's tightening loincloth, a revelation the humbled unicorn worried most to hear became all the more obvious. Unconsciously, Shining allowed his muzzle to slink closer to Sunchaster's waistline, the true warrior's guiding hoof resting upon the unicorn's ruffled blue mane, subtly leading his Maran to the proper object of their fascination.

"To serve a stallion who possesses all that you lack, to attend to the whole breadth of his needs, as a Maran should. That is you genuine purpose," the stud instructed, as if it were the most obvious thing one could see about Shining Spear; even more apparent than Sunchaser's hardening stallionhood slipping free from underneath his cloth, springing upright in all of its splendor. "Gaze upon it, and find yourself left wanting when matched against the "spear" wielded by a true warrior."

"O-Oh, spirits preserve me!" Shining Spear muttered, his breath taken aback by the raw size and overpowering musk of the nickel-colored behemoth freed from any decency of cover, its club-like head almost bopping the shocked unicorn right on the nose! Why had he leaned so low and left himself vulnerable to Sunchaser's potent musk, which washed across his senses like the incense of the shamans?! Dumbstruck, the pretend-warrior starred slack-jawed in reverence, Shining's own arousal twitching to life beneath his covering as his meager protests perished at the tantalized tip of his tongue.

"I-I can't...I've laid with many maidens of my tribe, sired my seed with them! You can't be speaking the truth, n-not about me! I-I am a warrior, equal to you!" Shining Spear interjected desperately, the uncertainty in his shrill voice making the hunter's "proof" seem like a feeble excuse when laid before Sundancer's unshakable confidence. The earth pony merely sneered, shaking his head dismissively.

"You make a good job of pretending, I'll give you that! Still, think for just a moment, and perhaps you'll understand," the warrior's grin widened, robbing Shining of hope. "If those neglected Maran were moaning underneath a runt pretender like you, imagine how they'd scream when ravaged by a warrior like me! Hah, the spirits themselves would hear their cries of rapture! Can you honestly say that you're a real warrior, knowing that?"

"I-I..." Shining gasped, the truth robbing him of all resolve; save for one pressing concern bobbing up at him in all its glory. The unicorn's eyes stared at the warrior's groin, his adoration for Sunchaser's maleness impossible to hide.

"Speechless? All the bravado and boasting gone, lacking any substance and carried off by the winds like dust, hah," Sunchaser barked out a mocking laugh, reclining on the fireside log expectantly, his shaft growing nearly as thick around as one of Shining's own dainty hooves. The earth pony's brown eyes stared the unicorn down, demanding the service owed for the day's rescue; though in their dark gaze, Shining wondered if the beast's hide was the real prize at all, or if seeing a once-proud hunter submitting inflamed Sunchaser's vast ego even more than the glorious kill.

"You know what you want to do with it. Put those hooves to task with a spear more suited for their supple grip! Tend to the needs of your better, Maran."

"Yes, I-I will, sir," Shining replied automatically, before the shaky words could be fully processed and understood as the unconditional surrender they were. Yet, by then it was too late, and his magic had hovered away Sunchaser's loincloth and wolf-fur clothes entirely, exposing the nude stallion's scar and tattoo-covered body. One of the earth pony's arms alone could strike him down, their heft like trunks of a mighty tree, while the rigidity of his chest only flexed by deep, agitated breaths. The breathing of a warrior, anticipating pleasure, needing release that only his Maran could give...

"Sir? A good start, but I have a more fitting title in mind," Sunchaser bellowed, one of those strong hooves slipping behind Shining Spear's tail, cupping his toned rump briefly before tugging away his cloth covering, exposing the unicorn's fine white-furred ass and flopping, half-hard member. "To others, I am a champion, and soon chieftain with this bounty; but to you, and all my Maran, I will be called only one thing: Master."

"Master..." Shining bowed to his knees and shut his eyes tight as if offering prayer to his tribe's most profane spirits, grasping the true stallion's hefty "spear" with both of his trembling hooves, each fawning at Sunchaser's impressive offering. The head oozed the earth pony's own desire in clear rivets of precum, stray drops of his leaking essence slathering the bridge of Shining's nose, tricking down both sides to mark the Maran as his property. The blushing unicorn extended his tongue hungrily, impatient for a taste of the supreme masculine delight presented to him, its powerful flavor eclipsing his humiliation at the very first lick.

"You know, deep down, that you can't resist your calling. Your mouth will soon be very familiar with my body," Sunchaser assured, a low groan escaping his muzzle as Shining's own parted, accepting the head of the stud's cock and its first inches inside his warm mouth. Producing a stone container of blue warpaint from his discarded clothing, the earth pony presented the decorative dye, his hoof caressing the base of the unicorn's horn with surprising tenderness to draw it to his attention. No such sympathy reverberated in his newest command however, only authority.

"Shed those insincere symbols across your body; mark yourself properly, just as I've marked you. I want everypony who sees you from now on to know that your place is kneeling before me."

The order entered Shining's flicking ears, and in an instant the unicorn's glowing horn grasped the offered paint, opening up the dark-blue contents of wolf-tribe dyes. His eyes shuttered tight, Shining's adventuring licks left trails of drool slipping down Sunchaser's shaft, coating it in preparation of accepting the role as a Maran who invested all her being in taking inch-after-inch of the superior male's stallionhood to the back of their throat.

The dye slipped free from its housing to the whim of the unicorn's spirit-touch, swirling about Shining Spear in a maelstrom of color. Jolts of blue jetted forth across his silken white fur to tarnish and deface his former markings, shedding years of accomplishment in splashes of paint. When he set down the empty paint vessel, his transformation was nearly complete, the first of many changes to follow in service to Master Sunchaser.

In only a few moments, the emblems of a proud hunter disappeared from his body, leaving only the rounded, curve-accentuating symbols worn by the maidens of his tribe claimed by the chieftain. Each light-blue line and contour flowed across the unicorn's form as effortlessly as a stream, their sway meant to guide an appraising male's eyes across a female's enticing features. What Shining Spear lacked in breasts or meaningful hips, he more than made up for in passion, tending to Sunchaser's member and accepting it inside his mouth without lagging for a moment.

"M-Mmmphh, h-how's that...?" Shining murmured for his Master's approval between slurps, his muzzle running up and down the shaft that occupied his every thought, and would soon do the same to every orifice his body had to offer. His senses dulled due to self-imposed blindness were replaced by the rush of submission, casting himself to the whims of the delectable dick sliding across his tongue.

"You wear your part well, Maran. Now, look upon me for the first time; not as your competition, but your Master."

Shining opened his eyes to a new reality, a world remade in the image of one unquestioned stallion whose might made right. Fire still shone in the unicorn's gaze, but not that of a warrior; rather, Sunchaser saw the needy, appreciative glow of obedience. The stallion ground his teeth with a snarl, as his Maran's muzzle proved voracious in its hunger for his member, the flaring head prodding at the very back of the servant's gargling throat. Sunchaser marveled as Shining struggled for more, his copious saliva glistening across the shaft in the flicker of the campfire, its warmth rivaled by that of the Maran's wet, wanting maw.

"Grr, you not only wear it well, but act the role with the keenness of my tribe's loosest wenches; there are many who could learn this art from you," Sunchaser grinds out a compliment following a lewd slurp, precum trickling out a steady reward for his Maran's flicking tongue. Impatient for much-sought release after a day of victory, Sunchaser's stout hoof swiftly gripped the unicorn's horn, its ivory length a fitting handle with which to quickly break in a fresh throat. "It is convenient that you possess a hoofhold as well as such a thirsty mouth."

"Mmmph?!" Shining yelped shrilly as his horn was touched, his half-hearted protests muffled into simpering bleats by the delicious cock plugging up his mouth with its girth; not that Sunchaser would have paid them much heed to them regardless. Rather, he found the noises endearing, and looked forward to hearing many more of those mews throughout his reign as Chieftain of all tribes in the valley.

"Let us see if you can manage a challenge more fitting for your kind than hunting!" the stud bellowed, shoving the degraded, defiled, and defeated warrior into his crotch, the flared head of his cock clubbing its way deep into the unicorn's muzzle. Shining wiggled fruitlessly underneath the hold, thankful for whatever breath he could steal as inch after inch roughly charted the inner-walls of the unicorn's throat.

The mistreatment left Shining's own black cock standing at attention, prodding his Master's knee like a bothersome pest in its inadequacy. Sunchaser's free hoof grasped and stroked his Maran's meager length with a fierce tempo, sending Shining's into a slew of pathetic whimpers at being stallion-handled on two fronts. However, the stimulation relaxed Shining's throat, and to the stud's delight, the unicorn's lips at last kissed the fuzzy pubic fur of his crotch, meaning that Sunchaser's entire shaft enjoyed the gulping heat of the Shining's wondrous muzzle.

"A-Aaahhh! Finally, a mouth worthy of servicing me, at last!" Sunchaser's praise drew a moan of appreciation from the enthralled unicorn choking down his dick, Shining adoring his transformation into a living, licking sheath for his Chieftain's needy "spear," one that aimed to put all the proper mares awaiting their stud's return from the hunt to shame! Shining's ears flicked excitedly, his shaft throbbing against Sunchaser's hoof, coating it in a splatter of dribbling precum that crept closer to release.

"M-Mmmmphhhhhhh! Mmm, hmmm!" the unicorn bawled from bleary blue eyes, rocking his weak hips against the earth pony's harshly-stroking hoof, which clutched the Shining's meager maleness like the needy toy it was, just the goad his slut into further submission. The taste intoxicated Shining like the heady incense of the shamans, Sunchaser's scent leading Shining Spear on its own perverse vision quest, one whose revelation flared to full circumference at the very back of his gargling throat. Sunchaser's balls lent a mighty twitch, soon echoed by one in his flare, the stud's savage grunts marking the end of Shining's journey as a hunter or warrior. Instead, he stood reborn as a Maran, and with a beseeching prayer, welcomed the christening awaiting within his Master's overflowing balls...

"Prepare yourself Maran, your Chieftain's reward approaches; h-here it comes-R-Raaaaarghhhhh! Take it, embrace your true purpose in this life! You belong to me!" Sunchaser's mighty roar echoed through the jungle, his abdomen and thighs twitching powerfully, followed by similar jolts across Shining Spear's tongue. Wrapping his muzzle around the stud's medial ring, the unicorn ensured that all of his Master's spunk blasted across his tongue and throat, blanketing both in his strong, salty flavor. Shining's eyes fluttered waifishly, trembling at the bountiful gift, a true blessing from the spirits whose taste clung to his overflowing mouth.

"There's so much, I-I can't keep up....Oh spirits, I wish I could taste this every day!" Shining pondered, his cheeks bulging from the amount of seed contained within, bathing his mouth in white; however, Sunchaser had other plans.

"Wear your Master's gift with pride, Maran! Perfect paint for your kind," Sunchaser bellowed, panting as he used the grip upon the unicorn's horn to pry Shining's suckling head from his spurting dick, blasting the last few heady lines of cum across his Maran's awestruck face. Seed dripped from Shining's gasping muzzle, which hung open to catch what it could; the rest stained his mane, forehead, and especially nose in sperm, leaving him breathing in the stud's heavenly musk long after he was spent.

"T-Thank you, Master," Shining wheezed, but Sunchaser merely growled in reply, his still-hard member jabbing at the unicorn's cheek, smearing it in leakage. However, his hooves were still busy even after climax, working up a sweat across his Maran's throbbing member.

"You can express proper thanks by giving into my every advance..." the earth pony instructed, tugging Shining's horn once more to level their muzzles against each other, Sunchaser's breath warm upon his cheek. The stud's next instruction came in a whispered demand.

"Spill your worthless seed the moment our lips meet, and I will mold you to tend my every urge. In time, your own tribe will not recognize you as anything more than my favorite servant; you will belong to me, as my Maran, forever."

Shining's heart skipped a beat, the fiery warrior spirit within him tamed by the superior stallion; he realized that he'd felt the sort of feminine yearning for the stud befitting his new title. The unicorn's answer throbbed under Sunchaster's touch, reaching that height of blissful subservience. At last, the moment...

"S-Sunchaser," Shining sighed back in a higher, simpering voice, closing his eyes and learning forth to accept the submission sealed by a kiss. His cockhead flared sharply, jetting his own spunk across the stud's sweat-coated hoof, its slickness bathing his length in heated, adoring suckles that encircled the swollen tip...wait, suckles?

* * *

"S-Suncha-huh, what...?" The unicorn blinked in a daze, sleep clouding Shining Armor's vision and blurring the world around him. Instead of a log and flickering campfire, the comforts of his royal bedchambers surrounded him; and instead of Sunchaster's muzzle solidifying a disturbingly-tempting fate, his beautiful wife's tongue lapped attentively across her husband's deflating shaft, which rested limply against the Prince's soft tummy, freshly spent.

"Mornin', sweetie!" Cadence chirped with a faux-innocent smile, as if she'd just baked him breakfast instead of tending to Shining's morning wood. "Ahh, I couldn't help myself, seeing you so in need."

"M-Morning, love," he stuttered back, reaching to pat the alicorn's head in appreciation for her pleasant wake-up call, moaning as she left a sloppy "morning kiss" across his softening flare. "You, you haven't done that sorta thing in awhile, caught me off guard..."

"I'll say it did; you came so hard I just about choked, hehe!" she teased, rising up from his hind legs and snuffling beside him on the bed, patting her husband's fluffy chest with a hoof. "So...Who is this Sunchaser? Somepony I should be worried about?"

"N-No! Just, ah, somepony, you know, somepony in my dream is all. Nopony real, I think," Shining blathered out, a crimson shade darkening his cheeks as he shuffled to face her scorn. Instead, he found Cadence all smiles, as if entertained by the notion.

"Well, she must have been some mare, to get you so pent up! Hope I don't have any competition, or I'll have to get Luna on dream-patrol to shoo that hussy off my stallion!" Cadence chimed with a playful giggle, teasing her nervous husband for his naughty dreams.

"Y-yeah, she was, uh, an exotic sort of mare. I must have read something in one of Twilight's old books about the old pony tribes, hah; but she can't hold a candle to you," Shining retorted, daring to snatch a kiss from his wife before she might protest or linger on the subject; forgetting that she'd only just finished draining his cock! A succulent, slightly-sweet flavor accompanied their morning smooch, Shining's probing tongue lapping up remnants of his own load on his wife's tongue. Unable to stop gathering the faint traces of spunk, the stallion couldn't help imagining that it was Sunchaser's muzzle he'd met, sealing "Shining Spear's" destiny as a feminine Maran. Perhaps such a gesture would ensure no such dreams would occur again? Or, worse, ensure a repeat...

"Wow!" Cadence purred as he broke the kiss, her wingtips fluttering at the suddenness of Shining's deep, affectionate embrace. "Didn't think you'd wanna kiss me after that morning blowjob; you always said you'd never do that, because of the taste."

"For you? I can take it," Shining professed, licking his lips to gather up any hint of that helping of protein, before shuffling to his wife's own waistline and grasping her parted legs. He winked up at her, earning a wink in return from the excited pink folds of her wanting sex. "I know something else that can wash out the taste though! Mmm..."

"Oh, you're a tiger today! C-Celestia, I don't even remember the last time you-Oh!~" the alicorn cried, squirming as her husband's questing tongue returned the favor, tantalizing her slit with his probing, patient tongue. Shining Armor closed his eyes, focusing each lick and kiss of his muzzle on Cadence's pleasure, relearning the pussy he'd so-long neglected to worship. His wife deserved the best he could give, after all, and there was no way his exhausted, floppy stallionhood would be worthy enough to make her deliver those utterly-adorable squeaks. His muzzle, however, would soon discover to appreciate its own talents, ones that both stallions and mares could enjoy in equal measure...

Author's Note

I've had a lot of ideas involving dreams as of late, but this was the first one I finished. Seems like Shining can't escape his feelings, even in dreamland; wonder what Luna would say if she saw that?

This'll be the last part for awhile; I gotta catch up on An Equal Burden and other drafts! I'll be sure to return to Shining Armor's exploration of his sexuality eventually though, it's a lot of fun writing him like this.