The Broken One

AUTHOR’S NOTE: SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

I stared at the two ponies draped across my bed in slight shock. Cindra grinned lecherously at me as Shadow ran her hooves and tongue over every inch of the changeling that she could reach. I stood there in silence before I cleared my throat to speak.

“What do you mean you can project lust now”, I asked.

“See for yourself”, she grinned.

I blinked several times as the strangest feeling came over me. My gaze locked on the two ponies on the bed and I found myself overcome with desire. I eyed the curves of their bodies and felt a tightness that wasn’t there before.

“Come and get it, master”, Cindra whispered seductively.

My feet began moving of their own accord as I fought myself for control. I could only watch as my body approached the bed and reached out to stroke the changeling’s cheek. My other hand found its way to Shadow’s belly as I eased down on the bed.

“Oh yes”, Shadow moaned as she gripped my hand with her hooves and pulled it lower.

Wet heat enveloped my fingers moments later and my hand went on auto pilot. The gasps and moans from Shadow blended with sounds of stimulation drove my mind into a frenzy as the changeling straddled my lap and snaked her tongue into my mouth. Moments later wetness flooded over my fingers as Shadow gave a cry of ecstasy.

“Oh Celestia, yes”, she moaned loudly.

My tongue wrestled with Cindra’s as Shadow bucked her hips and squirmed like crazy beneath my hand. Slowly the changeling slipped from my lap leaving a wet spot on the front of my pants from her excitement. Her hooves tugged at the waistband of my pants as the door to my room burst open, breaking whatever hold Cindra had over me.

“Jackson, I’ve been looking for- WHAT THE FUCK”, a massive white alicorn thundered.

“It’s not what it looks like”, I blurted.

“Jackson, I don’t care what you do with or to your servants”, she sighed as she rubbed her temple.

“Oh”, I said stupidly.

“I would recommend getting cleaned up right this instant”, mom sighed. “Open the window, too.”

“Can’t”, I replied. “Dash smashed through the window.”

She turned her head to look at the windows along one wall and sure enough the pane in the middle had a jagged hole in it. A look of worry crossed her face before I reassured her that Dash was okay.

“Get dressed”, she sighed then turned to the two ponies with me. “Make yourselves presentable.”

The disgust in her voice made me nervous as she eyed the two mares. She then turned away, muttering to herself as she stepped from the room.

“Oh, and Jackson”, she called as she stuck her head back in the door. “I suggest getting some sleep this afternoon. You’ll need it tonight.”

With that she left the room. The only sounds for the longest time were Shadow’s heavy breathing and the chirping of birds outside. I slowly stood and made my way to my closet, ignoring both of my “servants” as mom had called them.

“Master”, Cindra called nervously.

“Get out. Both of you.”

“But master-“

“GET OUT”, I shouted.

“But why”, Cindra sniffed.

“So that I can change”, I said. “We will discuss this later.”

“Yes, master”, Cindra replied morosely as the two walked out of the doorway.

After the door shut behind them I changed clothes and grabbed my sword from the corner. I strapped it in place and glanced at my reflection as I made my way out the door. The scene unfolding before me in the hallway stopped me in my tracks.

“-ever touch my son like that again I will rip your spines out with my bare hooves”, my mother hissed as she glared at the two ponies cowering on the floor.

I stood in the doorway in stunned silence. When Cindra and Shadow saw me they bolted behind me and hid their faces under their forelegs. I stared at the two of them before I turned my eyes to my mother. The burning rage in her eyes was sort of terrifying even though it wasn’t directed at me.

“Come along, Jackson”, she replied coolly.

“Yes ma’am”, I responded automatically.

I followed my mother as she turned and started down the hall. Glancing down I saw and felt the two ponies press against my sides as we walked. I pondered the current situation and my mother’s reaction as we walked. Before long we entered the throne room.

“What’s this”, I asked as we walked up the middle of the burgundy carpet.

Several fancy looking ponies were gathered in the throne room, including one prissy little white unicorn with a dark blue mane and tail. I whispered for Cindra to find a spot to chill and strode up to the assembly as the changeling obeyed me.

“This is the committee for your coronation next week”, mother replied evenly.

“Coronation”, I asked.

“Yes, your coronation”, mother answered with a small smile.

I groaned aloud, drawing light gasps and muttering from the crowd. I eyed them all as they talked amongst themselves. I finally had enough and spread my wings wide as I shouted for silence. They complied immediately, most of them staring at my eight foot wingspan.

“They’re black”, a delicate pony whispered to herself.

“Okay, let’s get through this”, I muttered.

For the next two hours I sat and listened as every little detail for my coronation was planned and refined to everypony’s satisfaction. The last one to speak was Rarity, and the designs she had dreamed up were actually very nice. The fabric would be black and burnt gold, which would contrast nicely against my hair and wings.

“Very nice”, I grinned as I eyed the designs.

“Thank you, your Highness”, she simpered.

“Please don’t call me that”, I sighed.

“In a week it will be unavoidable”, mom grinned.

“Is this some kind of punishment”, I groaned and rubbed my forehead.

“No”, mom quipped. “That’s just a lovely bonus.”

I shook my head and chuckled as I looked over the designs again. I made a few suggestions and smiled when Rarity said she would do her best. As the group of fancy ponies made their way out of the throne room Cindra snuck out from behind a curtain and slunk to my side, eyeing the guards warily.

“This changeling is under my protection”, I said flatly to the guards. “You harm her, I harm you.”

“Yes, Prince Jackson”, a familiar unicorn with a swollen jaw replied respectfully.

I led Cindra and Shadow from the throne room and through the halls to the dining room. I figured it was close to noon, so the kitchen staff wouldn’t mind. We made our way into the kitchen and the same kitchen worker approached us as when I had come alone.

“Ah, Prince Jackson”, he greeted with a smile but froze when he spotted Cindra.

“If you’re staring at my changeling I’m going to slap you”, I sighed.

The foodservice pony apologized and asked what we wanted to eat. I requested a steak and salad just like last time and nodded when asked if I wanted mead again. Shadow ordered hay fries and a cucumber sandwich. Cindra declined food but wanted to try mead.

“Right away, Prince Jackson”, he bowed and led us to the same table I had sat at alone.

The three of us settled in and right away Cindra asked if I could feed her.

“How do I do that”, I asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“You just focus on loving or lustful thoughts and I will do the rest”, she said as her smile turned coy. “Unless you would like to try this morning’s performance again.”

Shadow blushed deeply and I growled menacingly. The changeling drooped her ears and apologized quickly. I waved it off and told her to feed 'til her heart was content and remembered the feelings I had experienced. Her horn lit up and she touched it to my forehead. The strange sensation of something being pulled slowly from my mind startled me slightly, but not as badly as the moan that rippled from Cindra’s chest.

“Oh, so nice”, she moaned as she squirmed in her seat.

The sound of a shattering dish broke both of our concentration and caused me to bolt from my seat with a hand on my sword. The random kitchen worker apologized and cleaned up the mess as I sat back down. I turned back to see Cindra blushing.

“Did you get your fill”, I asked.

“I’d rather be filled up a different way”, the changeling breathed sensually, causing Shadow to blush hard.

“No.”

Our drinks arrived first, just like last time. I drained half of my glass as Cindra took a tentative sip. She licked her lips and began guzzling her mead despite my warning to take it slow. In less than a minute she slammed her empty mug down and sighed happily.

“Tasty”, she grinned.

“Take it slow”, I repeated. “We don’t know how your body will handle alcohol.”

“I’ll be fine”, she smiled as she laid her hoof on my arm.

The two of us drank mead until our meals arrived, Cindra drinking five mugs to my three. Shadow gave in and ordered her own mug of mead as the servant passed by and was working on catching up. She had already downed a mug and a half before I finished my fourth. Cindra had six mugs stacked in a pyramid in front of her.

“Damn, Cindra”, I laughed. “I take it you like mead.”

“It’sh fantashtic”, she slurred.

“Dammit”, I sighed and hung my head. “I told you to take it easy!”

“I’m shorry”, she slurred as tears began gathering in her eyes.

“Don’t cry”, I sighed, reaching over to ruffle her ears. I laughed when she grinned happily and leaned into my touch.

Shadow and I ate as we chatted, but seeing me eating meat apparently bothered Shadow. She kept sneaking glances at me as I chewed until finally I swallowed and asked what she was looking at.

“I can’t believe you’re an omnivore”, she said quietly.

“Hey, at least I don’t have fangs like those”, I grinned as I pointed at Cindra.

“What’sh wrong with fangsh”, she asked, leaning over to nip at my finger.

“Nothing”, I replied. “I actually think both of you have cute fangs.”

“You think we’re cute”, Shadow asked as she blushed.

“Well, yeah”, I smiled and leaned close before I continued in a whisper. “If truth be told, both of you are kinda sexy.”

Shadow choked on a bite of her sandwich and slammed a hoof into her chest to dislodge it. She turned her head to stare at me with a furious blush across her cheeks.

“Seriously”, she asked.

“Mashter doesn’t lie”, Cindra said in total shock.

“Is it so hard to believe”, I asked with the slightest bit of slurring.

“Mashter, I can’t tell you how happy that makesh me”, Cindra whispered as she leaned against me.

“Prince Jackson”, a familiar Canterlot Voice boomed through the dining hall.

I turned and caught sight of my aunt and tried to get Cindra to stop nuzzling my neck but she was oblivious to anything other than me. Shadow tried to shrink down beneath the table but the possibly psychotic alicorn spotted her.

“SHADOW BLOOM, THOU FOUL TRAITOR”, my aunt shouted in rage.

“Well, fuck.”