At her King's Service

"How about some roleplay?"

"Cady, I already told you-" Shining paused to slip into his vest "-that we're going to talk about this after I'm done training the new recruits, okay?"

From her position on the bed, Cadance pouted, toying with some of the food still on the tray resting on her knees. "Oh come on! Do you even realise what you're turning down, Mister? You've got the best set of lips in Equestria asking you to make them choke on your dick, and you'd rather waste your time kissing them. Do you know how many ponies dream of getting to fuck me? I've asked Luna, you know? I'm offering you the literal chance to live out the secret fantasy of every stallion that's ever had a chance to lay eyes on my ass, I'm handing it to you on a silver platter, I'm practically begging you to fuck me like a toy, and you're turning it down! Because you're tired!"

"Training is tiring, Cady," Shining answered back, buttoning his shirt.

"Bullshit," the alicorn replied with a half-grunt. "You used to pick me up and carry me all the way to the bed after a day of training. Not to mention how you managed to go at it, back when you still knew how to give me a proper fucking."

That got a growl out of the stallion. "That was different, Cady. You should see what it's like nowadays, we've had to increase security after what Sombra did. Most of the recruits can't even stand by the end of it."

"Yeah, sure. Bet they'd be pretty quick at getting back to their hooves if they got a glimpse of these." She hefted up her naked breasts, lightly squeezing them.

"Oh, you mean like that maid who brought in breakfast? She seemed pretty eager to leave once you flashed those to her."

Cadance flung a broken chunk of cookie at her husband with her fingers, earning an annoyed glare. "I'm pretty sure a mare could give me a better fucking than what you've been offering," she muttered. "Hell, I'm pretty sure Twilight would do a better job at dominating me than you."

Shining gave an annoyed hiss as he slid into his pants, making sure to adjust them to make the natural bulge on his crotch as least noticeable as possible. "Why do you even get breakfast brought here?"

"Because we're royalty, Shining. Maybe you should start acting the part," Cadance replied, toying with a strand of her mane. Her face lit up. "Oh, that gives me an idea! You could be the enemy King, and I could be the defeated princess that's brought in as your slave, and then you could-"

"Cadance," Shining interrupted her, now fully dressed. "I've already told you, it's not a matter of what we're doing or how. I'm tired, and that's all there is to it. Once this is over it'll all go back, alright?" he reassured her, walking up to the bed to ruffle her mane with a hand before heading for the door.

"What about bondage?" asked Cadance loudly as he left, to which she received only an exasperated sigh before the door clicked shut, leaving her alone in the room.

Biting her lip, the alicorn cast a quick glance around, then locked the door. The blue glow of her magical aura coated the walls of the room, blocking the passage of sound from inside, and then moved to lift the carpet and expose a barely visible outline in the crystal floor. With practised movements, tendrils of ethereal energy flattened and curled around the edges of the faintly noticeable square, slithering beneath it to lift away the crystal panel and reveal a small compartment underneath it.

Setting the chunk of floor down beside the bed, Cadance took hold of some of the contents of the niche. Ignoring multiple coils of rope, a number of phallic objects of various materials, shapes and sizes, three pairs of cuffs, a couple of collars and ball gags and a single spreader bar, she grabbed a large, somewhat old-looking book, and a remarkably big dildo of thick black plastic.

The tray her breakfast had been served upon was almost thrown away, landing on the other side of the bed with a clunk. Her covers came undone, roughly yanked away by her telekinesis, the last of them pushed further away by her hooves. The dildo floated to rest its tip against her nethers, simply remaining there, while the book flew towards her to land in her arms. With somewhat hesitant motions, she opened the tome, a noticeable shiver running up her arms and down her naked back as her eyes set on the page.

'Scandalous' did not even begin to cover the perversity of the contents held within those bindings. One single look at it, she was rather sure, would have been enough to cause a great deal of ponies to pass out in sheer embarrassment, if for the amount of blood rushing to their faces alone. It was filthy, downright disgusting, blatantly written by a pervert with no apparent concept of dignity and intended for the consumption of ponies just as twisted. And it was the hottest fucking thing she'd read in her whole life.

The audacity, the sheer depravity of the scenes detailed in the story. The uncaring brutality of the descriptions, the vulgar display of power they detailed. The unbelievable amount of degradation and humiliation the characters had to endure. And the oh so blissful condition they seemed to reach, conquered, defeated, deprived of all dignity and pride, abused, reduced to nothing more than toys for their new King. Fantasies of submission had always been a part of her desires, but never before had she found quite as big a source of new and even more depraved cravings and mental images.

That she had come across the book in Celestia's private collection only served to bring her more arousal at the thought. She had certainly noticed the book's absence by now. But she wouldn't ask for it. She had to keep playing her Domme part, she would never admit to being a slut who got off on the thought of someone forcing her to serve them. And what a beautiful slave she would be, waving her tail to flaunt her fat ass, dragging her breasts on the ground as she crawled towards her King.

The dildo began to move, slowly grinding against the entrance to Cadance's cunt and smearing the first signs of her arousal over its flat tip. The alicorn dropped back, her wings lazily splayed out below her. She let go of the book, holding it afloat over her face with her magic while her hands moved to pinch and twist her rapidly stiffening nipples.

She read, avidly drinking in the details of the scene portrayed. The King of the Wildlands, tall and imposing, stood on his throne, his chiselled muscles on full display and the long strap of cloth dangling from the rope tied to his waist barely doing anything to cover the massive shape of his dick behind it. Around his neck hung the Black Talisman, source of his power and his madness. In her mind's eye, it was easy for her to picture him with her husband's features, Shining's muscular frame and impressive stallionhood a perfect fit for the character.

In front of him, the recently defeated princess of the neighbour country, now stripped of all her pride and reduced to nothing more than another one of his slaves. Forced on her knees, wearing an outfit befitting of her new role, she meekly stared at the ground between her and the throne. It felt natural to Cadance to imagine Celestia in the role. The tip of her dildo began to move faster, grinding against her folds.

The fallen princess was there for one reason alone. She was to be fucked by the pony who now owned her completely, and to embrace her position as his slave. The mere thought of something like that should have been enough to drive the once so proud princess to heights of rage and disgust, or perhaps despair at the realisation that this would now be her inevitable fate. Instead, there was something different about her, something that shook her down to her very core.

Cadance knew what it was, having read so far into the book. The character, of course, could not be aware of it, but she knew. A fresh wave of arousal washed over her as she pushed the head of the dildo inside her sex, and began to slowly thrust it in and out. The princess looked at the throne, and found an alien yet not unwelcome sense of awe replacing what should have been disgust. The tall, broad figure of the King was alluring, clouding her mind with lust, her thoughts fogged as a battle raged on between her ideals and the smouldering arousal invading her.

Cadance thrust her dildo deeper, the tugs of her magic more forceful, as her own hands roughly kneaded her rock-hard nipples. The princess was now staring at the King, desire building within her but held at bay by her hatred for the stallion. She was falling to the amulet's magic, but she was resisting. That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. A display of what awaited her would be of use in convincing her to let go of whatever silly semblance of denial she still clung to.

The thrust grew rougher, the full length of the toy now sliding in and out of the pink alicorn's cunt, glistening wet as it was covered in her arousal. Her pussy winked around the shaft, and she moved a hand lower to caress her swollen clit as she read further. Chained to the King's throne, naked but for her collar, his first bride, to whom Cadance all too quickly assigned her own features. She moved, crawling on the ground like the worthless fucktoy she knew herself to be, and stopped in front of her King, kneeling and looking up with adoration.

Cadance's breath grew erratic, her wings twitching beneath her. One hand moved from her breasts to her nethers, while the other travelled upwards from her clit to her mouth, and as she licked her own arousal clean from her fingers her magic began to tug and twist at her nipples. A show. A display of her King's powers, to finally break the princess' mind. The King's bride moved a hand forward, wrapping her fingers around her owner's shaft and beginning to stroke, her lips quivering as she beheld the sight of the magnificent cock that would soon spread her and fuck her and-

The dildo was rammed inside her cunt up to the hilt, and with a chocked cry of ecstasy Cadance came. Her pussy spasmed around the toy, profusely leaking down its length, as her body shook and shuddered with every surge of pleasure of her orgasm. Her wings twitched, rising from the surface of the bed, and her lips closed around her fingers as she half-deliriously moaned into them. Her other hand roughly rubbed against her clit, prolonging her climax with sharp spikes of pleasure, and at one such peak her eyes rolled back and her body arched off the bed under the blow of sensations. Her concentration faltered, and her magic sputtered without control, loose sparks of energy flung from her horn as the book dropped on to her face.

After several seconds, her body limp but still sensitive as the last traces of her orgasm chased themselves over her skin like electricity running through her, Cadance lazily moved a hand up to remove the book from her face. She pushed it aside, but made no further efforts to move, her expression still sluggish and pleasure-drunk and her breath heavy and rough. A small line of drool dribbled from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto the pillow, and an occasional twitch ran through her as the cold air's chill touched her nipples and pussy.

She'd come early. That, when the blanket of arousal clouding her mind finally dissipated enough to allow some form of thought other than pleasure to break through, was her first thought. She hadn't even read up to the actual sex scene. Just the teasing of it had been enough to push her over the edge. She must have been pent up. The afterglow dissipated further, allowing for different emotions to flow in. Now she was pissed. Shining really had been leaving her unsatisfied. Even after that, she still felt like she needed more. Not the kind of more that masturbation could give her. She needed to be properly fucked, and that idiot just wouldn't do it the way she knew he could.

With a barely audible pop as the tip came free, Cadance withdrew the dildo from her sex, and absent-mindedly brought the slick toy up to her mouth to lap away at her own juices. Her eyes fell on the book resting at the side of her head, and suddenly a flash of inspiration lit her mind. It was exactly the kind of idea one would expect from a mare who was sexually unsatisfied, feeling particularly horny, whose brain was still recovering from the aftershocks of an orgasm, and who was all around a pervert. The kind of idea one has while in the midst of masturbation, and the kind that typically dies out once clarity returns.

In most cases. But in most cases, one wouldn't be as frustrated with their partner as Cadance was. In most cases, one wouldn't have the levels of libido the Princess of Love possessed. In most cases, one wouldn't have so clear a vision of their desires. And most importantly, in most cases, one would not be able to carry out that type of fantasy as easily as the alicorn could. Because as she was quickly realising, she could.

She grabbed the book with her hand, her horn still a bit sore from the magic discharge (she did tend to have some problems using her magic properly while particularly aroused), and sat up on the bed, her heavy tits jiggling slightly as she did. Setting the thoroughly cleaned dildo aside, she laid the tome on her knees and began to skim backwards through the pages, finally stopping when her eyes caught sight of a few lines from the Talisman's description.

In the story, the ancient artefact was both a source of power and one of corruption. Designed to only work on stallions, its magic latched itself onto the wearer, enhancing and strengthening his body but twisting his personality into one focused on dominating others, particularly mares. The current King had been but a meek explorer before finding it, and was now a paragon of dominance and masculinity intent on conquering neighbour countries and rendering their leaders into broodmares for his harem. As a side effect, the talisman also influenced those who the King set his sights on, slowly making them more submissive and eager to please. Fierce warriors and proud queens had been reduced to sex-craving sluts who worshipped their King as a god, and with each conquest the King's hunger only grew.

Cadance considered the situation. Making herself more submissive was sorely unneeded, as she was already practically begging Shining to dominate her. So was enhancing her husband's physicality, thankfully so as she never was an expert in that field of magic. Not that it would have mattered, if she had taken an interest in Shining in the first place it had been because of his impressive build, and while she certainly would not have stayed with him had it not been for his personality the size of his package alone would have likely made her consider prolonging their relationship, had he turned out to be a dick.

But the part about twisting his personality... That, definitely, could be arranged. It was certainly within her talents, lust was a component of love after all, she simply needed some time to figure out the exact specifics. But was it right to do it? Would Shining not object to it? He probably would. Justifiably so, it would be natural for someone not to want their head messed with. Which was why she wouldn't ask permission.

It was what she wanted, and what he refused to give her. If he really was as tired as he claimed, it might not even work at all, and then she'd be willing to forgive him. If it did work, like she was certain it would, he would like it. Certainly during the event, and certainly after if he had a shred of a brain, she was sure he'd finally realise just how much she wanted to be treated like that. And perhaps he might realise how he was not as tired as he thought, and would be able to replicate the behaviour without need for alterations to his mind once his self-esteem had been reassured. But beside all those excuses, she'd had enough of him not giving her what she wanted, and it was time she took it.

A devious smile curling her lips, Cadance closed the book, and got up from the bed. It would take a while to prepare things properly. How lucky then that she wouldn't be seeing Shining until that evening. Grabbing the first clothes she found in her wardrobe and hastily putting them on, she unlocked the door and walked out into the corridor, making sure to lock it again behind her. Her princess' duties would have to wait for the day, she had more important matters to attend to. And they were matters of love, after all.