Princess Cadance actually canceled the spell that would instantly wipe Shining Armor's mind before she left on the train. No, she was far too horny for that. She wanted to hypnotize him in stages. Her pussy cried to be filled, and she wanted to take this from him personally.

Sometimes, they did this together... she would blank his mind and it would be like the first time every time for him when they had those nights. Then, she would restore his memories and they would cuddle. He said he liked it, he liked experiencing things fresh like that. That it cleansed his worries and the burden of his day for a while.

She sashayed into their bedroom. Her bags were packed, she was able to do that last night. The train didn't leave to Zarcia for another two hours. Plenty of time to make this happen. Plus, she wanted to try out a new virility she came across in an ancient scroll. Someone to accentuate the potency of his sperm. She wants Flurryheart pregnant when she came back, if the stars aligned. Cadance could then use a spell to make sure the progeny was healthy, with no mutations. Basically, the successor she always wanted. And a grandchild, intimately related to her. Another do-over. Well, best not to count our chickens before they hatch, little Cadance, as daddy always told her.

She just gave the tags one final go-over. Everything packed in the pockets, all the bags had her emblem and name clearly on them. Unless the stewards were idiots, they all should arrive at the destination without trouble and the courier would take care of everything for her.

Status had its privileges, after all.

She raised her voice slightly to call her personal Royal Guard, Graystomp, into the room.

"Will you please make sure no one is to bother us prior to my trip? It's very important."

Graystomp saluted and left again. The Princess teleported around the castle rapidly to find her husband, then took her back into their bedroom. Shining Armor looked surprised, but not displeased. He straightened up as she looked him over and circled him like a drill sergeant inspecting a new recruit. A quick spell and the bed was made just like they hadn't slept in it that night.

"Are you ready, Shining?"

"R-ready for what?" he asked nervously. Without someone like her, you could never tell what she was preparing. She was full of surprises.

"I'm going to erase your history with me and it will be just like new."

He looked enormously relieved. "Oh, that! We do that all the time."

"This time will be a little different," she whispered in his ear. "It will happen in stages, not all at once. Are you listening to the sound of my voice, dear?"

"Yes," he said.

"Good, now I want you to lie down and relax. You'll feel the magic settling over you this time, I've made it the methods of it aren't hidden from you. But you are forbidden from using your own magic to interfere. I want you to submit to me totally and completely. I have your heart, your mind, and your body. Are you prepared for that?"

Like any well-trained pet, he obeyed her and crawled into the bed and under the covers, shutting his eyes. "I'm ready for you, Mistress."

"Good," she purred.

Her hoof went a little lower, to his crotch. Rubbing him through the blanket as she continued to talk to him in a really calm, even voice, the sort of voice you might use as a therapist to a new patient. Unflappable. In control. Her horn flickered, like a firework catching aflame, and the spell settled over him like a blanket. He gasped in pleasure and his eyes unfocused, the pupils dilating completely. At this point, the time they first met would start to fade. Her babysitting Twilight and grooming her, in more ways than one, for her throne. And how Shining Armor had assisted in that plan. Even Celestia was complicit.

The whole monarchy was corrupt, in other words. Cadance wouldn't have it any other way.

He sighed gently. This process wasn't painful but relaxing, like soaking into a warm bath filling up your existence until you just fell below the surface, with your nostrils just above the water line. In response to her gentle touch, his penis stiffened. Sometimes, even the though took the memories, it didn't take away all associations. Something about her would always feel familiar to him, no matter what she did. It seems even magic couldn't fully erase the force of love.

Cadance slowly peeled back the blankets to expose his body. This spell has ten stages. They were now reaching stage 2, which would eat his memories further, making him incredibly turned-on in the process. The more his memories disappeared, the more his body would feel electrically pleasured, like a live wire turned up to the max. His cock twitched with the sweet agony of anticipation. She moved her foreleg over to his phallus and gently touched him with her hoof... took him in both her hooves, moving the flesh along the turgid member up and down. Shining Armor loudly moaned, his eyes still clouded with the effects of the spell. Cadance licked her lips in anticipation.

"Hey, honey, you want me to lick you?"

"What's your name?" he asked, confused.

"Mistress," she answered. "Just call me mistress."

It was always like this, as he began to enter his fugue. She wrapped her lips around his horsecock and sucked. He cried out and said "Mistress, mistress!" like a happy chant. Cadance was dimly glad the bedroom was pretty much soundproof. She could torture him or bring him to ecstasy and no one would interfere. That, and Graystomp saw to it she was undisturbed for her... sessions with her husband. They were happily-wedded, after all.

Cadance masterfully ran her tongue in circles and deep-throated him. He cried out again. Sweet noises to her ears. That was what she liked to hear. She released his erection and whispered in his ear: "Want me to eat your ass?"

He mumbled nervously, his face bright red, and his cock twitched again. This always was something he was shy about and wouldn't admit to, especially as stage three of the mindwipe spell proceeded. She spread his ass cheeks, and began licking the puckered ring of his gray asshole. Shining Armor made little embarrassed squeaks and yelps. A magical tentacle of pink energy massaged his cheek and lifted his chin.

She pulled back. "Do you want it?"

"W-want what?" he asked.

"This."

"What's this?"

"The tentacle, stupid."

She dropped character here. Poor form. Usually, she kept her cool even when he was being particularly dense. Shining Armor reached down to stroke his cock and groaned, still blushing. "U-um, I don't know if I'm ready yet... Mistress?"

"I can take care of that."

She buried her face in-between his hindquarters again, running her tongue along the inside of his asshole. Shining made loud noises as she penetrated him with her muzzle. A simple spell made it so breath was optional. His anus formed a hermetic seal around her nose and she continued to lick her clean. She kept going until he was dripping with her saliva. and his entire body was vibrating like a harp string. That made her think of her father, Concerto, and his violin. He used to eat her out too. That was how she became so good at rimming, actually. By paying attention to his technique and further returning the favor.

Stage four began to descend. At this point, he'd be forgetting her dates. The rimming continued. Shining Armor got so into it, he actually spread himself so she could better access him. That was the kind of enthusiasm she liked to see! She really liked it when he behaved like a good bottom. Her magic pink tentacles hugged him with joy. Shining made a happy neigh and coughed. Cadance was starting to get bored so she stopped for now, wiping her mouth with a hoof.

While she was lost in thought, she licked his balls and touched them softly. His coin-purse was fairly taut and the testes inside were like eggs in a boiled bag or something. She contemplated briefly what makes a stallion, if it was something you were born into or if it was something you were made into. Sometimes during sex, her mind wandered weird places. It was just who she was. The process was starting to speed up and stage five was imminent.

She snuggled up next to him: "Ready, now?"

He looked at her in confusion.

"Who are you? Why are we having sex?"

"Shh, don't ask questions. Call me mistress. Do you want this tentacle? Or maybe even... two tentacles?"

He stared at her blankly, his sapphire eyes glazed over. The shine in his pupils was completely gone. Even his blue hair was messy now. As expected, really. She wouldn't have it any other way.

"I ... yeah, it feels good. I feel good. But who are you?"

A third tentacle was placed to his lips. On second thought, she secured his muzzle shut by wrapping the magical energy around to keep it closed. She moved to get on top of him, on his stomach. She could feel his cock pushing against her ample flanks and moved her tail to the side. Her pink tentacles stretched his anus experimentally. She stared deep into his eyes to assess if he was in pain or not. He looked frightened, but he didn't seem to be struggling too much. That was a good sign. His eyes kept flicking down to her crotchtits and pussy. She was almost a stranger to him now. Stage six was bombing everything he knew about her, his daughter, and their life together.

She twisted around to examine his cock, one of her tentacles holding it up for her inspection. Yes, dripping tons of precum. He should be ready to cum like a rocket by now, if her magic held.

One of the tentacles slithered along his ass and asshole, beginning to prod him.

"You want it?" she repeated.

Mutely, he nodded, staring deeply into her arresting violet eyes. She carefully lifted herself up, flapping her wings, until she was positioned above his cock. With expert timing, she could do both of these at the same time. Cadance was a professional sexologist, after all.

Shining Armor was her willing captive as she maneuvered his cock into position using her extra appendages carefully. A little left, no, not there, it was flexing a little. He was getting soft. She stimulated his prostrate again and ramped up the power of her pleasure-enhancement spell. He was soon left panting and stiffening. Stage six. His horsecock began to part the delicate pink folds of her marepussy, stretching her out. God, she loved how big he was. This was perfect. At the same time, one of her tentacles began to anally penetrate him, sinking into his now-moistened depths. The tight ring of his sphincter squeezed that energy tentacle, and his body bucked beneath her.

"Yeehaw," she mumbled, distracted. She had released her grip on his mouth as he began to slide fully into her, to hilt into her up to the root. His penis throbbed inside her, hot and warm. Shining Armor was crying out for more as he filled her and she filled him.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

She rode him in ecstasy and he grabbed her hips and began pumping away. This was the moment she lived for. And one by one his memories were peeled away like so many leaves, pages in a book blowing away in the wind. Stage seven and eight continued as he plowed her mercilessly. She was on top but he took the lead. He actually pulled out of her and doubled her over the bed, the weight of his body pushing down on her. She continued dicking him with her tentacles as he struggled to get it back in.

"Let me help."

Just a little nudge there, and- yes. Just like that. It slid in again.

He continued to fuck her relentlessly, like a piston. She screamed in pleasure and some of her grip on her magic slipped. The rhythm of the pink tentacles drilling him got sloppy. Bad form, bad form. He didn't seem to notice though. Shining Armor's hips continued pounding against hers, his balls slapping her clit, making her yell out his name. "Please, keep going!"

"Okay!"

Stage nine. He had no idea who she was now, but he was too far gone in the moment to care. If her calculations were right, he should be close to cumming just as stage ten descended and he forgot everything about her and their daughter Flurryheart. Graystomp was in on the secret, though, and would make sure things went according to plan.

Shining Armor finally screamed out in orgasm, she knew the familiar whimpering noise. She couldn't feel his hot fluid erupt inside her, but her magic told her that's what was happening. Everything for her was dialed to eleven. She felt full and satisfied and sore. That was the best part. When he'd fuck her so good, she was raw. He was so good at that too. That was exactly part of the reason she married him.

While she lay beneath him, recovering, she continued to pound him with her two thin tentacles in his ass and his body shivered and he made wonderful sounds of both pain and pleasure. Yes, this was the perfect send-off.

There was a little knock at their bedroom door.

"Miss Cadance, you wanted to be notified when it was half an hour til. It's time."

"Oh, Celestia damn it," Cadance swore. "I've got to go and rinse this out and get my bags."

The pink tentacles grabbed her bags, wheeling them to the door and she hobbled out of bed unsteadily. Shining Armor looked around, confused at the sudden change. His asshole was still leaking pink fluid from her rough fucking of him and her magic tentacles. Well, she'd just swing by the bathroom and that would be that.

He was babbling some nonsense, asking where he was and demanding to know more about his situation, but that was Graystomp's problem now.

She had a train to catch.

(to be continued)

Author's Note

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