Roll for Initiative

Where was he? Shining Armor gave a weak groan of frustration and tried to force his eyes to cut through the overwhelming darkness that had suddenly washed over him. He sighed and tried to sit up. Or, at least, climb to his hooves. Wherever they were.

Above him? Below him? He felt scrunched between two walls. Crushed. By a loving and inviting warmth molding around his frame, hugging his shape. Even if all was dark and him disoriented, it only took him a moment to realize what had happened.

Cadance's butt. He was trapped in his wife's behind, the jumble of her powerful cheeks had sent him tumbling into her dark divide and that's where he lay now. Helplessly captured between two sweet-smelling globes of feminine sensuality, Shining Armor couldn't pry the smile from his lips. If this was the path to heaven, then so be it, he would march along it happily!

He glanced up, then down, frowning. Which way to go? Which way was up? Which way possessed the treasure he desperately seeked? Still disoriented, Shining’s military training started kicking in. The idea surged through the fog of lust.

He would spit.

That made sense. Gravity taking the reigns and determining which way was down— then work his way up from there. Training Captain’s advice. In the event of a rock slide or avalanche, guards were instructed to spit when disoriented, letting gravity discern which way was down.

He could do that. He would do that.

But the real question was: would Cadance like that? If he spit on her rump? Angrily snorting, Shining shook the idea from mind. Might as well pull her hair and ravage her from behind at that point, growling lewd, terrible things into her perked pink ear while stretching her sweet little pussy wickedly wide around his immense erection. Wait, would she be into that? She wasn't that kind of mare...was she? Would that be okay? Is that what he wanted? To take her roughly and make her squeal his name? To hold her down and drive his raging cock into one of her gripping holes and savagely rut her like she were made for it? By Celestia, he was horny. His cock violently throbbed as a gush of pre splashed forth, coating the pink fuzz before it.

Later. He'd ask her later. He was getting off track and he still had a quest to accomplish. A quest he very, verymuch wanted to accomplish. For now, he needed to start working his way out of the narrow halls of her pink paradise.

He drew in a deep breath, paused, and frowned. If he spit, how would he know which direction it traveled in? It was particularly dark in the fragrant canyon, and he had no source of light. Another problem. Would Cadance mind if he lit a torch?

She probably would, if he had to guess. Yeah, no. The answer was no. She wouldn't like that. Not even a little bit. Fire was not his friend in this situation and that would be a direct ticket to sleeping on the couch for at least a month. But what could help him get out of this deep, inviting hole he found himself in. This deliciously alluring crack of a trap that wouldn't let him go.

His cock gave another needy throb and he groaned. No, he didn't have fire, but he could cast a spell. He could cast a light spell. He was a unicorn, after all. A very, very, ridiculously horny unicorn that wasn't thinking clearly.

He shifted his frame, forcing his horn into the air, where the tip glimmered brightly glowing with what little concentration Shining could muster. Yes. Pink softness surrounded him from either side. He was lost in her rump and all around him, the heedy scent of her arousal washed over him mercilessly. His cock throbbed yet again, as if to remind him of his urgent need to copulate. He scowled. Soon! There was something above him that resembled light. White daylight. Her panties. That's what he wanted, right? The scent was stronger there, wasn't it? Is that where he was headed, or was it down into the depths of her darkness where her treasure lay waiting for him?

From inside the narrow hall, everything looked the same. All paths, left and right, up and down, crushed around him mercilessly in unending warmth and sensual softness that punted his common sense across the cardboard country where he'd began this insane adventure. By Celestia above, what was he thinking? The answer was in front of him! Well, more accurately, directly below him. Throbbing. He closed his eyes, letting his nose guide him. He knew where he wanted to go, and more importantly, his cock could point the way. Below him. The scent was coming from below him. It was stronger that way.

A misty path of musk that lead directly to Cadance's forbidden, secret garden, and the wonderful treasure trove Shining Armor sought. He kicked his legs, swimming through the soft clenching barrier of Cadance's tight rump and worked his way towards her sex, the delectable fragrance wrapping around him like a hug at this point.

Closer! He was getting closer! He could smell it! He could feel it! The walls seemed to be getting damper, and the scent was saturating him now, tugging him forward like his cock was on a leash and leading him directly into the warm he so desperately craved. Once he got there —Celestia have mercy— It’d be time to teach his wife a lesson.

He was going to climb into that beautiful cavern of pink and find that perky pearl of hers and tease it non-stop, until the rattling echo of her screams reached his ears. He would not let her orgasm. He would not bring her to a climax. He would stay there for days, tormenting her for hours at a time, nourishing himself with her juices and drinking his fill of her passionate cries for mercy, until finally, finally, he would bring her to her desperate climax and ride the wave of euphoria out of her clenching tunnel.

He would enlarge himself, and tower over her, where she would be too weak to stand, and he would bury himself to the hilt and listen to her squeal. Then he would— Shining yelped, the rosey walls around him suddenly trembling, snapping him from his thoughts and plunging him deeper into her darkness.

What was going on?! Was she trying to shake him loose? To dislodge him? It felt different than the last time though. Almost as if the world itself were spinning around, and tumbling forward? Was Cadance moving? Was she shouting? The walls quivered and trembled, as if her whole body were quaking under her motions.

She was saying something, that was for sure. Shouting at somepony outside of Shining Armor's scope of awareness. Had some pony else entered the room with them? They had given specific instructions to the castle not to be disturbed.

The guards knew better than to interrupt their...'game' nights, so who could she be talking with? Did it even matter? It certainly did not. Shining had more pressing matters to attend to, as he lost his footing, and started to sink deeper and deeper into the hot crevice below.