Shining Armor The Rapist

The house party was insane.

Cadance’s parents were out of town or whatever. Some business trip or whatever. Naturally, Cadance wanted to host a party while they were gone; invite the whole school, she said. Shining was elated for the possibilities: dancing, getting drunk, convincing Cadance to bring along one of her friends for a threesome in her parents’ bed.

You know—the formative high school experience.

Nearly two hundred students filled the three-story estate, trembling with pop music, pulsating with lights and shadows. The cool early summer night allowed the bodies to be so dense without it ever becoming stuffy. The kegs were downstairs in the kitchen, and most of the students danced in the living room and dining room. At least a couple of people had requisitioned the second-floor guest bedroom and Cadance’s room; considering most of them were swaying and half-naked before reaching the rooms, it was obvious what plans they had.

And in the master bedroom sat Shining Armor. Alone. Waiting on the edge of the bed for Cadance and her friend of choice to return.

She had been gone for at least an hour.

Every second frustrated the young stallion more and more. His cock ached, drooping halfway out of his sheathe. His balls pleaded to be unburdened.

The bed was cushy at least, although that comfort only lasted for a few minutes before Shining found the urge to stir. He hopped up, and strode across the bedroom.

The master bedroom was a gigantic room, easily twice or thrice the size of his own room. The bed area was elevated a half a foot from the rest of the room. After stepping down, Shining made his way to the leisure space: shelves filled with books and ornaments. A large television and entertainment stand centered against a large pane of glass that looked out onto the terrace. A couch was in front of it. The carpet was fresh and clean and plush. It was like walking on a thin patch of clouds.

Shining examined the shelves. Mostly hardback books with solid color covers and gold trimming. Law books, romance novels—definitely Vita’s. The mare was a famous romance novelist. Farther down, the open shelves ended, and a set of double oak doors were there. They were unlocked. Shining pulled one open to reveal a shelf full of little black boxes. Curious, he pulled one from the shelf.

It was a VHS tape. Celestia, he hadn’t seen one since he was in kindergarten. It was still in a cardboard sleeve. On the side, a label read a date: 97/5/25. Looking back at the shelf, there must’ve been...oh, a dozen or more of them. They all read the same, ranging from the mid-nineties to the new millennium.

Shining pulled out the tape and checked it; it was partially rewound. He glanced behind him; there was indeed a tape player on a shelf below the television.

“Fuck it.”

He closed the cabinet doors and walked over to the television. He popped the tape into the player and turned on the television. The screen flickered and changed from a solid blue to the master bedroom covered in candlelight. The screen framed the bed, where a pink mare in black lingerie was kneeling. Her top was off, her perky tits spilled out. And even though the camera’s angle left her out of frame, Shining recognized who it was.

It was Cadance’s mother, Vita Bella.

Shining just stared at the screen. Vita Bella ran her hooves over her body, over her silk fur. Her hips thrusted slowly.

“Are you ready?” came her breathless voice over the speakers. A man—Cadance’s father, Scusami—entered the frame. He was stark naked, his throbbing stallionhood hanging out a good foot in front of him, and he stepped forward again. He and she met and a smack came as they passionately made out for the camera.

The beast awoke, fully unsheathing and hanging out. He plopped limply onto the couch, his large cock bobbing slightly as his body settled.

Vita had always been a hottie; the town milf, more or less. She kept in shape. Made herself look pretty.

Of course, her scrumptious flanks and wide hips didn’t hurt.

Shining reclined a bit on the couch, idly stroking his length. Cadance was late—probably passed out somewhere in the house—and Shining had grown impatient. Might as well get off watching Vita get fucked into near unconsciousness.

Shining licked his lips as Scusami pushed on his wife, laying her down on the bed. They continued their passionate kissing for another minute, then he started traveling the down his wife’s neck and collarbone. She moaned at the pecks, growing in volume the closer he reached her breasts, breaking into a crescendo as he took her right nipple into his mouth.

The bedroom door flew open and was slammed shut. Shining jumped and turned around, surprised to see not his girlfriend, but Lyra Heartstrings stumbling about. She was wearing a spaghetti strap tanktop, draping over her chest floof and hanging just above her waist. Her navel peeked out from underneath. She wore jean shorts, and just the frill of a pair of baby blue panties stuck out.

A red plastic cup was wobbling in her magic. She quickly saw Shining, and, even though she was clearing on the verge of passing out, she took on a look of disgust and confusion.

“What the fuck?!” she slurred. “Are you fucking jerk—”

Shining Armor, while not the most athletic colt, managed to vault over the couch and grabbed her. He clasped a hoof over her mouth. The beer fell from the air as he pushed her against the wall next to the door. His dick poked at her navel.

It noted with a throb how soft she was.

An idea wormed his way into his head. He grinned at it. Shining shifted the hoof over her mouth, grabbing her by her bob cut and shoved her toward the television and the window. She let out a cry as she hit the floor, and she regained her senses and looked up, Shining was already towering over her again.

He took her by the head, pushing her back on her haunches, and forced her back into the large glass window. He mashed his dick into her face.

“Alright, here’s the fucking deal,” he growled, looking down at Lyra. His fierce eyes saw a fear through the drunken fog of hers. “I’m going to fuck your face, your mouth, your fucking throat. And you’re not going to yell or bite. And if you do, this window is going to be your exit. Understood?”

Fervent nods told him that things were crystal clear.

Shining lined up his dick with her mouth. “Now, open up.”

Lyra whimpered as Shining’s magic took hold of her jaw. She struggled a tad before her mouth was forced apart. When her mouth was open far enough, Shining pushed forward, humming slightly as his dick entered the warm, moist confines of her mouth. A drug-out moan shook from within him.

He started thrusting the first two inches in and out of her mouth, testing her. His dark glare almost begged her to bite, nip, fight back. He anticipated it. He loved it when they fought back.

But alas, Lyra only whimpered, keeping her teeth out of the way. Her eyes were screwed shut. Little beads of tears swelled at the corner of her eyes.

The strokes grew longer; another few inches entered her mouth. He hit the back of her throat. Shining’s nostrils flared, and he sped up.

Just by jabbing at the back of her throat, he felt more of her saliva coat his dick. Her tongue rubbed along the bottom of it. It drove the stallion mad how good it felt. Cadance was a good, but there was something special about Lyra that made it more enjoyable.

“For a dyke, your mouth makes a pretty good cocksleeve,” he grunted. He shifted his weight, planting both forehooves on the glass, pinning her down with just his pelvis.

In the background, Shining heard gentle moans of Cadance’s mother in the video over the party downstairs. He almost wished he could see what was going on. He was curious about how much of a freak Vita was.

But he had something to keep his attention, and he looked down at Lyra. Her entire muzzle was covered in spit, soaking into her fur, and tears caused her mascara to smear all around her eyes. Whimpering, sniffling, refusing to even spare the stallion a glance.

Shining smiled—she looked absolutely beautiful.

But he wasn’t done, or close to it. He stopped thrusting and widened his stance on his back legs. He slowly pressed forward, quickly reaching the back of Lyra’s mouth and the entrance of her throat. He paused, merely for his own benefit, and pressed onward.

The resistance was almost orgasmic; as soon as the head of his dick finally slid past the opening, Lyra gagged instinctively. She brought up her forehooves and pushed against his pelvis.

Shining’s lit up, and his magic forced her hooves away and against the glass. Lyra continued to gag, her throat rejecting the perpetrator, as Shining force-fed her his stallion meat until his hips met her lips.

Her throat was tight. Tighter than Cadance’s mouth. Tighter than any of the cheerleader’s cunts. And the way it squeezed and pulsated as she choked on his thickness made him force himself to stay put and enjoy it.

Lyra squirmed, moving her head from side to side. Shining grabbed a hoof-full of her mane and ground his hips into her muzzle. Her throat spasmed, desperate attempts to take in a breath. But it received none, and only spurred Shining on.

Shining pulled his dick from her esophagus. Lyra gasped for delicious air during her split-second respite before Shining shoved himself back inside full force. He started with long, deep motions, going from his balls resting against her chin to just the head of his cock within the confines of her gorgeous muzzle. Her mouth was frothing, saliva dripping his shaft and the corners of her mouth. And what fur on her face that wasn’t covered in spit was soaked with tears, as she weeped openly.

As Shining continued, the strokes grew shorter but remained deeper; eventually, he stopped pulling out enough to allow her short breaths. Every thrust forward elicited a gag, and her throat inadvertently squeezed him as it grasped for air, no matter how short it was.

But Shining’s flare and medial ring, kept it sealed like a vacuum.

Shining looked down at the mare. Her eyes were open and rolling in the back of her head. Her face glowed a deep red underneath her mint fur, and the only sounds emanating from her were the squelshing from his dick pounding her throat raw. Just beneath her chin, he could see the bulge of himself in her throat as he slid back and forth.

He dispelled his magic and let go of her hooves; they fell limply. The pitiful mare must have passed out from oxygen deprivation, from having his cock inside her. That thought spurred the stallion further. He grabbed her head with both hooves, mounting her head as he would mare in heat, and relentlessly rutted her face. He used her as if she was nothing more than a wet hole constricting his throbbing length, and he was undoubtedly her first dick. He considered stopping, throwing her onto the floor, and breaking her in like a real stallion would. Destroying the tight virgin cunt. Making sure she was too sore and hoarse to move when she awoke, his seed leaking from her mouth, her pussy, her ass—

At the deepest point in a thrust, Shining Armor found himself exploding inside Lyra.

It was one of the most intense orgasms he had ever felt in his young life. His flare enlarged, visibly seen from the exterior of the mare, and fired a shot of cum into her. Her vacant eyes didn’t awaken. Her unconscious body just accepted it, accepted the stallion looming over her, using her, pumping his fresh semen into her gut, her throat, her vulnerable body. Some of it backed up and started flowing out of her nostrils.

In the background of his orgasm, he could hear Vita moaning as she and her husband climaxed together, broken up by the music downstairs and the smack of them kissing each other.

The length of Shining’s orgasm was definitely a personal record. Lasted damn near a whole minute filling the mare. He felt his dick soften and retract slightly, and he released her head and stepped back.

Lyra fell to the ground. The impact knocked her back into consciousness, and she started coughing up semen left in her throat. She gagged and hacked up his cum onto the floor before curling up into a ball. She shook and tucked her head in between her forehooves.

Shining had considered other plans with her, but—he looked down at his cock, nearly fully retracted in his sheath. He got a little too carried away with the face-fucking, it seemed. Nonetheless, he was satisfied.

He glanced at the TV; the video tape had reached the end. Nothing but blue glow radiated from the screen. He pivoted and trotted for the door, sparing the distraught mare a glance and a licking of his lips.

He thought, “Maybe I should find her marefriend” before exiting the bedroom.