Unrequited

Shining marched, wearing only his breeches, down the corridor. He received odd looks from the guards at their posts, many of whom were hesitant to stop or question the stallion they once called ‘Captain’. Past position aside, many were stayed by the strength of his fury – his head all but on fire from his anger. A lot of them came only half-close to intervening in his mounting rampage as a result, many simply opting to remain stoic and motionless as he passed them by. None could possibly know what his intentions were, seeing him turn a corner out of their view and therefore their care. Only he knew his destination and he was getting close.

He was honing on a pair of grand doors, two stallions clad in dark violet armour flanking either side; their amber irises locked onto his approach with concern.

The guard closest to Shining raised his hand a few inches away from his bare chest, fixing a stern gaze upon him before sternly speaking, “Sir, you can’t-”

Shining swat the guard’s raised hand out of the way before snapping. “Do you want to cause a diplomatic incident, soldier? If not, then stay out of my way.” As the two stallions tensed up, their hands tightening around their spears as Shining remained rooted, his jaw clenched as his eyes focused between them.

Suddenly, the door clicked open, each set of eyes flying to the small crack in the door as a familiar body came within view. Princess Luna obscured half of her voluptuous frame behind the door, looking out with pursed lips at the three stallions. What little she exposed of herself was scandalous. Her see-through nightie hung down from her shoulders, stretching over her immense pillowy breasts that, despite hiding behind a struggling bra, only helped to accentuate their provocative size. The hem of the nightie dropped halfway down her slim stomach, and eyes adhering to gravity would only go lower. Her panties were only a step-up from a thong, the lacy unmentionables clinging to her birthing hips with a thin periwinkle waistband, the material pulling taut against her pussy lips.

Either an attribute of supreme willpower or familiarity with the princess’ half-nude body, the guard who tried to halt Shining’s advance lowered his head submissively, no blush appearing on his grey cheeks. “Princess Luna, we were-”

“Let him in.” Her command was delivered without delay, and her departure from the doorway was equally as swift.

Without a word the two stallions straightened their backs as well as their spears, assuming their statue-like posture and acting as though Shining wasn’t there. He huffed out his nostrils, striding into the princess’ chamber and turning to close the door behind him. He took a small, grounding breath before he turned around. She was sitting with her legs hanging over at the foot of her bed, her eyes averted from his. He made a few deliberate steps towards her, his hooves echoing off the smooth patterned floor, coming to a stop halve a dozen feet from her.

She spoke up first, quiet, reluctant. “You probably have questions, Shining.”

“I have more than questions, Princess,” he spat his reply, tone sharp.

She winced at his voice, pain evident on her features when he emphasised her title – distance. “I never meant-”

“To get caught?” he interrupted, crossing his arms with a scowl. “I never really dreamt about you, did I?”

Luna didn’t reply, cringing and shrinking into herself even further.

Shining scoffed derisively. “I never thought you’d be capable of something like this. I never knew you of all ponies would be so… pathetic.”

Her eyes slammed wide open at that, her jaw trembling as she rose from the bed, pointing at him. “You wanted me!”

“Only because you forced it into my head!” he countered.

“I only emphasised thoughts that were already there!” she parried, taking another step towards him.

“You raped me!” he snarled, his arms falling from his chest.

“Because you actually wanted it!” she shot back, realising her error almost immediately as she backed away a little, raising her palms.

He seemed to recoil at that, his features falling as revulsion took the place of anger. “You… you’re insane.”

She forced a smile to her face, trying to inch closer to him. “We can forget all about this. It can be a mistake of the past if you let it be. Remember what you said in the dream. You love me. You. Love. Me.”

Shining didn’t know what to feel at that moment, too many emotions trying to cram themselves into his chest all at once. Forcing himself to look at her face, he slowly shook his head. “I… I loved the mare I thought you were. Long ago. Not now. Not… this. I’m going to tell Cadance everything as soon as she wakes up. We’re leaving in the afternoon. And I don’t ever want to see your face again.”

He intended to leave the broken mare there, turning and ready to head towards the door. However, he was suddenly halted in place. From behind, arm coiled around his stomach, her large mammaries pushing into his back. Her other hand glided down his bare stomach, her fingers sliding into his breeches. They aimed for his sheath, massing into the bundle of flesh, drawing circles around his sheathed cockhead. Shining remained motionless with the exception of his clenching jaw and his flaring nostrils.

“Just fuck me Shining,” she cooed, nuzzling into his neck from behind. “That’s all I want. You’ll change your mind if you just-”

Her words were suddenly stuck in her throat, a strangled gasp replacing them. Shining had turned so suddenly and roughly, that she couldn’t react in time. His staunch fingers coiled around her neck, forcing her away in one sudden push. Her hooves were quick to walk herself backwards as she tried to pull his hand off of her neck. He didn’t let go, even as her cheeks began to flush purple with airlessness.

They soon arrived at their shared destination. He pushed her onto the bed, the princess gasping as her throat was released and she greedily suckled in oxygen; her large breasts rising and falling as she panted. Shining showed no apparent care, his fingers untying the small yet strong knot that kept his breeches up. He eyed her with contempt as he flipped the alicorn onto her belly. Luna was still too out of it to realise what was happening, deliriously looking over her shoulder just in time for his frame to land on her back, his hands latching onto her wrists, keeping them in place.

“W-what are you doing?” she stammered, trying to pull free of his iron grip.

She soon received an answer of sorts, his half-mast shaft nestling itself between her great blue valley – grinding his cock up against her wrinkled ponut to knock her tail aside before pushing against her plump twat, hot magma engorging his dick to slowly to hardness. The plump blood highways running along the length of his member were pushed to the surface of his turgid skin as it swelled, anger and lust coursing through his veins.

“This is it right? This is what you wanted?” he growled right into her ear, his throbbing pipe of meat prodding at the gash between her thighs.

“Don’t. Not like this!” she whimpered, grimacing, trying to wiggle her vulnerable pussy away from his prodding rod.

“Then stop me! Prove all that alicorn might and magic isn’t just for show. You’re stronger than me – use it!”

Already, liquid musk secreted from his indented tip as he angled his stallionhood towards her plump marelips. Her slit was unprepared for such a hefty intruder, Shining’s scant smearing of his pre doing very little to prepare Luna for his girth – not that he cared what she wanted. His flat bulb soon pushed itself against her entryway, splinting her apart like a dark blue sea, her silk-soft pink walls giving way for Shining’s ramrod as he force-fed the broad cap of his cock into her violated flower – the tension inevitably snapping the thin panty material blocking him.

She hissed at the pain, continuing her flaccid defence. He rammed a few more of his inches inside of her, and they had no choice but to swallow them, her canal squeezing down around his circumference in a futile attempt to force him out. All that did was increase the pleasure of the taboo act, his grey-skinned member twitching out more marbles of his musky essence inside as a result. Shining couldn’t deny what he was doing, especially now that he was doing it, yet he felt nothing when looking upon her moistening eyes and pained grimace. He realised how much more real her pathetic cunt felt in comparison to the dream, the liquid fire in his veins carrying his lustful directly into his cock; his rock solid bulk of dick pleading for its owner to breed the defenceless twat. She had done a real number on him, mentally. He hated every fibre of her being yet he couldn’t deny the lust he felt being sincere. He didn’t just want revenge, he wanted to fuck.

There was no sensuality in the movement of his hips, the angled ram may as well have been the brutal jab of a feral beast. A low throaty moan sounded from his gullet when his hips finally met her bubble butt, forcing his flare into her womb as he did in the dream, wearing Luna around his shaft like a living puppet as she squirmed in extreme discomfort. He could already feel his balls ache for release, his sloshing seed bags eager to defile the princess’ sacred chamber with a thick coat of white cream. He yanked his tool, catching his tip on her cervix, before doing it again, ignoring her cry of pain as he dragged his meat out to the tip of the luxuriously soft tunnel.

Luna could do nothing because she had already lost. It was painful, being impaled so suddenly, yet euphoria basked alongside the pain. When she felt Shining’s hot breath snort into the back of her neck, making her feel like some kind of mounted animal, she acted on reflex and pushed back against him. She felt the bliss in her stomach, a broad smile coming to her face as she listened to the wet slaps behind her. He was fucking her sodden cunt roughly- no, passionately. He was making love to her in the real world, giving her what she wanted from the very beginning. The wide tip of his mammoth member stretched and used her cunt for its intended purpose and she loved it, almost as much as she loved the stallion behind her.

Shining hated the expression on her face but didn’t want to stop the pleasurable tingles. His thick dick now moved cycled in and out of her clenching tunnel like a piston, aided both by his own slick pre and her growing wetness. As the long supple ramrod dived deep, time and time again, the carnal symphony grew louder. Wet flesh on flesh and the hollow slap of balls sounded out loud alongside determined grunts and Luna’s pleasured moaning. His tempo was continuous and hateful, the sound of her heavy butt colliding with his hips the closest there was to a ‘beat’ in this particular song. The thickest swell of his cock pushed into her g-spot on each angled thrust, her resulting spasms accentuated his own pleasure. Shining was experiencing bliss, but also impatience, wanting each root-deep plunge to result in his orgasm. He was sure her growing enjoyment was merely an act of spite her recent actions clearly proved otherwise. He released her wrists, not surprised to see she remained reciprocal beneath him. He placed one hand on her shoulder, pushing the other down on the back of her head into the sheets, hiding her jubilant beam under his careless hand.

The response from her was a pronounced pussy clench, her soft, malleable walls working a soft sensual massage around his prick. Not that he acknowledged the sensation in any other way than a reluctant groan, his looping hips somehow picking up in pace, his brutalist rhythm battering her sore pussy. The intricate sensations of her divinity bringing him closer and closer to popping, the exhilaration of stealing sex from her voluptuous body was almost too much to handle, his lust-driven hips lingering just a little longer against her butt as he arrived ever closer to his zenith. Beneath them, Luna’s winkling clit flicked mare nectar out onto the sheets, the squirt of her feminine juices a telltale sign of her encroaching climax if the volume of her pleasured screams and increased clenches were not big enough of a tell. She was ready for the warm flood of cum, the tingles in her trench were already enough but she held on through sheer willpower, wanting their first time to be special.

With a gasp and a vicious slam, Shining buried his massive member to the hilt. Inside of her womb, his tip flared to its full size as he seared her insides with endless ropes of his virile cum. His vascular shaft throbbed with the streaks of semen that coursed up it, pumping ounce after ounce into her belly. She wished she had been louder when she received it, yet the orgasm she received was so powerful it knocked the air out of her lungs, leaving her panting under Shining’s hand as she felt full, like after eating a hot dinner. Their shared orgasm left them glued together, chest and back, as they both seized up to savour it.

After depositing his seed, the best part of the climax behind him, he slid out of her frictionless cunt with a ‘pop’ – cum and pussy juice trickled from her raped pussy in a dreamy-like drool. Her fingers gripped onto the sheets, ruffling them to her face as she felt him get off, her cum-receptacle of a cunt aching with both pain and satisfaction. She wore a tired smile when she heard his hooves make contact with the floor, biting her lower lip.

Meanwhile, he didn’t even cast her a look as he shoved his organ back down into his breeches, deftly tying the knot back together and promptly turning his back on her. As he prepared to leave, he didn’t even know what he felt like after that. It wasn’t a win, nor did it feel like the right thing. He felt… empty. He was determined to tell Cadance everything and prepare for whatever punishment he’d receive. That was the right thing to do, that much he knew...

He needed a nap.