Author's Note
Thank you for giving a shot to my story. This is my first time writing one.( please be gentle 
)
I tried to eliminate all error but I think there will always be a few 
who tries to escape thier fate.
Regadless I tried my best and I hope you will like it.
Feel free to comment your criticism about my fic. ( "this is a pile of sh*t" is not criticism )
An unforgettable night
Two weeks earlier the almighty Princess Celestia announced her younger brother have returned and then rearrangements in the Royal Guard has been made. A new department the Night Guard has come to life which purpose is to serve and protect the new Prince. When his superior officer offered a transfer to the this new department Silver Strike simply took it.
Why? As ridiculous as it seems he had a crush on Prince Artemis. He knew he had absolutely zero chance to earn the royal stallion's heart. But being near him at least gave him a way to steal at least a few glances at his perfect form and his weaving star-dotted mane. The few times he saw the Prince made his thoughts swirl around him even more. Despite his regal posture, his wings always seemed a bit sagging at his sides, his expression cold and unfathomable, almost sad. He wanted to crack that thick facade and sneak even a small smile onto his face. He had heard some rumors from other guards about the Prince something about being banished to the moon because he wanted to overthrow his sister. Silver never gave too much credit to rumors, but even if they were true, the Prince was in the castle and not in some dungeon or similar place, which meant Celestia have forgiven his younger brother, and that was enough for him.
The lone dark grey unicorn stood at attention before the Prince’s bedroom door. Under his golden helmet, a few stray locks of his silvery mane were visible. On his lean toned body he donned his regular golden armor (Since he was a little shorter than an average stallion, he had to wait a bit longer for his new armor to be made.)
It was not two hours since he taken over the shift from one of his fellow guard, but he could already feel the boredom sinks its claws into his mind. As if you can blame him for standing motionless while staring at the same spot with a blank expression. Usually when he was on guard duty, he made up scenarios in his head to pass the time. For instance, the next time Prince Artemis would pass by, he’d imagine making a funny face and watching the Prince laugh. Of course, imagining his laughter was hard since he never even saw him smiling.
His train of thought was derailed by a loud “CRASH” that was coming from the room of the Prince. Upon hearing the commotion from the room Silver hurriedly spun around and ripped open the ornate ebony door with his magic, ready for anything. Nothing, though could have prepared him for the scene that awaited him.
In the center of the dimly lit room, the Prince was sprawled on his belly before a large mirror, broken along the center, blood pouring to the dark blue carpet from a nasty-looking gash on his forehead. But as Silver Strike inspected the Prince, he became less concerned about the wound on his brow.
What instead caught his attention was between the Prince's muscular flanks. Because of the way the dark blue stallion lay, on his belly, legs sprawled around his sides, midnight blue tail out of the way, Silver Strike got a perfect view of what lay behind it. And did he like what he saw. He swallowed some excess saliva while gazed with wide eyes upon the bulging black sack that contained the Prince’s most precious assets. The two orbs looked very swollen, almost bursting from their tight prison, an undeniable clue that the Prince hadn’t had release for a long time. His nostrils flared when a strong masculine scent hit Silver like a cannonball. The scent was powerful and potent, stronger than he had ever smelled. The alluring fragrance calling him closer and closer to Artemis's backside to take deep inhale of the musculin scent.
"Are you enjoying the view?" Asked the ruler of the night, voice reproachful.
"Yeah..." Silver subconsciously replied to the presumably rhetorical question. The sound of the Prince’s voice snapped him out of his trance, his pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks as he began to frantically search for the source of the voice. How foolish from him what else could be the source of the voice if not the prone form of Artemis.
When the realization set in, a sudden cold sensation washed over him as he gazed into the broken mirror and met the piercing azure eyes of the not-too-pleased-looking Prince. He quickly tore away his gaze from it but it was already too late. Prince Artemis had caught him staring at his most private parts.
"I am so fucked!" Silver cried internally while his heart began to hammer in his chest. Cold sweat began to pour down from his brow and barrel as he plastered his ears against his skull and lowered his head.
"If I am lucky, I will just lose my job as a Royal Guard and not end up in a damp cold dungeon cell."Silver Strike fearfully calculated the consequences, he dared not move an inch or look up to the Prince as he heard metal horseshoes scraping against the carpet.
The Prince gathered all of his strength, tucked his legs under his frame, and attempted to stand up with as much dignity as the situation could allow. Swaying a little from the strong impact, he noted the still bleeding cut on his brow, patching the wound with a quick healing spell as he slowly turned to Silver Strike.
"L-Lord A...Artemis I-I am sor…" Silver tried to stammer out an apology, hoping it would alleviate the weight of his predicament.
"Silence!" Artemis commanded with a authoritative voice. Silver tensed up for a moment from the sudden order, then started trembling all over as he felt the weight of the heavy scrutinizing gaze of the Prince on him.
"Name, rank and company!" The ruler of the night demanded. “And look in my eyes when you are speaking with me.” Artemis grabbed Silver Strike under his chin and pushed his head firmly upwards until their eyes met. A light shiver ran through his jaw as the felt the Prince’s cold shoe make contact with his soft fur, though he could not dwell too long on the it as he finally came face to face witht he Prince.
The two azure pools bore into his green eyes with a hint of anger mixed with disdain and a bit of curiosity. Artemis tilted his head a tad to the right in impatience as his question went unanswered, but it was enough for Silver Strike as he tore away his eyes to look sideways in an attempt to flee from the scrutatory gaze, even for just a second.
"M-My name is…" He stammered out, returning his gaze to the Prince’s face. "My name is Private Silver Strike from the 88th battalion… Y… Your Grace." The poor stallion tried to keep out as much fear of his voice as possible.
"I see" Artemis murmured while he exhaled through his nostrils. "Say, Private Silver Strike, do you mind explaining why were you staring at my hindquarters?"
As the Prince finished his question Silver’s breath instantly caught in this throat as he gasped. A huge blush started to form on his cheeks while he broke eye contact with Artemis yet again. His heart rate quickly picked up speed again as the icy claws of anxiety sized it in its grip.
"N… no… I… I mean… I would never…" He tried desperately to deny the obvious fact.
"Do. Not. LIE to me" He raised his voice just enough to emphasize the third word in his sentence.
Silver Strike recoiled a little after hearing the harsh, commanding voice of the Prince and in that moment he realized there was no escape from the situation. He could not deny his earlier deed. No, he had to face the consequences of his actions. A strong mix of shame, regret and fear washed over him. From the battle of the three, finally fear emerged to the surface as his eyes welled up with tears at the thought of what would happen to him once he admitted his crime. At the verge of crying he sniffed then prepared for the inevitable:
"I..." He sniffed again.
"I..." His quavering voice failed him as he tried to form words.
His mind raced with a million thoughts a second as he pondered the many possible responses. The consequence of a wrong answer terrified him to his core. He barely knew anything about the Prince. How would he react? What would he do to him? What if he really will send him to the dungeons? All this was just a small fraction of the storm of questions that waged war in his head.
After what felt like hours, but in reality just a few seconds, Silver was able to calm the internal war in his head and to resolve himself. With a newfound determination in his heart he replied.
"I… I was staring at you, Your Grace, because… because I… B-Because I really like you" Replied Silver Strike with reddening cheeks.
That response caught the Prince off guard, bewilderment evident on his face. He opened his mouth then closed it while trying to come up with an appropriate reply. His hesitation died quickly as his slack jawed expression turned to a sly grin. The Prince began pacing around Silver Strike like a predator would around its prey, all the while keeping his sharp gaze on the stallion.
"I see…" Artemis purred as he ever so slightly brushed his featherly wing to Silver’s exposed fur. The stallion tensed up, surprised at the sudden, albeit soft feeling of touch. The Prince could even swear a quiet gasp escaped the guard’s muzzle, but it was probably just his imagination.
"So, do you find your Prince attractive, soldier?"
The question left Silver Strike blushing even more as he again wilted back his ears and stared at the carpet under his hoofs.
"I… I do… Your Highness" Uttered Silver Strike with his eyes glued to the carpet.
"Mhmmm… " Mused the Prince as he stopped his waltz around the smaller stallion, standing directly before him.
"How about we make a deal, Private?" At the suggestive voice of the dark blue stallion Silver Strike ears perked up as he looked up with confusion. Artemis extended his right wing and like a featherly blanket, draped over Silver Strike’s withers while he slowly pulled him closer until their muzzles were just a few inches away from each other. As the Prince exhaled through his nostrils, hot breath washed over Silver Strike’s face.
"W… What deal, Lord Artemis?" The stallion asked timidly.
To answer the question Artemis tilted his head then leaned forward until his mouth was directly next to Silver Strike’s right ear, then whispered into it with a husky tone of voice.
"You serve the needs of your Prince and I will forget about your earlier indecent behavior."
At that statement Silver Strike’s heart leaped into his throat as he felt a crimson blush climbing onto his face.
"Bloody Tartarus, he CAN’T be serious." Silver thought, panicking internally. The concept itself seemed completely absurd. Artemis, Prince of the Moon, Co-ruler of Equestria, is actually into stallions!? No, no no that simply couldn’t be true. But the most absurd part of this madness: the Prince was actually implying he was interested in him, a common guard.
The struggle with his inner thoughts had taken almost a full minute to comprehend fully while he stared ahead with a mix of confusion and disbelief on his face.
"Well?" The firm and impatient voice of the Prince broke him from his trance as Artemis leaned back to tower over his subject and drilled his deep-blue eyes into Silver Strike’s green ones.
"I… I do not understand, what are you..." Muttered Silver Strike under his breath glancing to the side as his blush deepened.
"You do know exactly what I am speaking about." The Prince cut him off as his lips curled into a malicious grin.
"The question is, are you willing to take the deal or not?"
"I… I…." The words died on his parched throat as he tried to come up with an answer.
His mind was a mess. He could not believe what was happening before his eyes. If he had not known better he would have sworn it was just a dream that got too far. But no! This was reality and the Prince of the Night was in front of him, eager to have a roll in the hay with him. The mere thought sent shivers down his spine. He admired Artemis ever since he first saw him and now he had been given an opportunity to make love with his crush. Even through the doubts and fears that he might disappoint the Prince and could not held up his side of the deal, Silver Strike steeled his frail will and made his decision.
"I…" He gulped. "I will take the deal Your Majesty." He uttered, his voice barely above a whisper, lifting his head to make eye contact with the Prince.
Upon hearing Silver Strike’s consent the Prince leaned down yet again into his personal space brushing his muzzle against the soldier’s faintly perked up left ear.
"I am glad to hear that." Artemis purred.
"How about we make ourselves a bit more..." Trailed off the Prince.
"Comfortable."
Silver Strike began to feel uneasy for a moment, but shortly after relaxed when he felt his helmet being lifted off and straps of his golden armor tugged at in the indigo aura of the alicorn. After a few unsuccessful attempts, it was finally unbuckled and the heavy metal plates fell to the floor with a loud clang. Now completely naked, Silver Strike felt even more vulnerable as the Prince’s gaze swept over his exposed body.
The Ruler of the Night flared his horn again, wrapping his indigo aura around his shoes and dropping them one by one to the ground. With one final clatter his breastplate landed on the ground then with surprising tenderness, placed the glistening light blue crown on his nightstand where a crimson velvet pillow waited for it.
"Shall we?" The Prince gestured to the ornate king-sized four poster bed at the left corner of the room.
At the indication, Silver Strike turned to the bed and began pacing towards it, a slight trepidation in his steps. The Prince closely followed behind,taking in the sight of the other stallion’s short cropped tail swishing to and fro before his toned flanks, barely hiding the private, more delicate parts before his eyes.
Artemis walked past him then gracefully climbed onto the edge of his bed sit down on the dark blue silk sheets. After he made himself comfortable, he spread his hindlegs to give a full view of his erect shaft. The lenght and girth of his member amazed Silver; even though his own member was above average, the Prince’s was a good five inches bigger. The sheer size of the commanding member make him lick his lips involuntarily as he leaned over the it.
"Well? It’s not gonna suck itself, Private." The Prince spoke with a mischievous tone of voice.
The intoxicating musk of the Prince filled his lungs as he tried to steady his ragged breathing. The impending task raised his heartbeat to the point where it hurts having a ribcage. A huge crimson blush spread across his cheek as he drew closer to the throbbing member whose head had now been adorned with a glistening glob of pre.
Silver Strike tentatively licked the tip, getting the taste of the Prince’s pre unsurprisingly, he liked the flavour. The taste was potent like its smell enveloping his tongue with salty bitter flavour. Eager to get more he set to work.
He slowly started licking the base of the cock, tracing up and down on the length caressing every curve of it with his tongue. The warm touch of his tongue was not unwelcome to Artemis as an approving grunt escaped his lips. Further encouraged, Silver Strike redoubled his effort. Eager to please Artemis, he moved down to his sleek sack where the two tennis ball sized orbs resided. Careful not to accidentally hurt the crown jewels, Silver gently sucked on one of the oversized testicles. He could savour the salty taste of the Prince’s sweat, but it did not bother him too much it was a small price to pay for his ogling. With the Prince’s balls in his mouth, he sucked lightly and swabbed his tongue around it before switching to the other one, licking the the sack clean.
"Nnnggghh" Artemis grunted with gritted teeth. "Enough from the teasing." He said, a hint of frustration in his voice. With his left foreleg, the Prince grabbed Silver Strike’s head and guided it into a position where the tip of his stallionhood was directly before the guardspony’s mouth. Silver Strike wanted to ask if he was doing something wrong, but when he opened his mouth to ask, Artemis with a devious smirk on his face, shoved Silver's head down on his lenght, silencing him before even he could said a word.
"Whah da bah?!" Silver cried, his mouth full of cock. His panic died down as his senses were able to catch up with him. He felt his tongue brushing against the smooth skin of the flare as pre oozed from the tip of the Princes's cock mixing with his saliva. In this close proximity he could almost taste the strong musk every time he drew a breath. Even though it was just the tip the Prince’s cock in his mouth, the demanding girth stretched his jaws wide open.
When the Prince felt he had given Silver enough time to get accustomed to his thickness, he slightly thrusted, a little further into his mouth. Silver got the hint and quickly wrapped his lips around the head more tightly and began bobbing his head synchronously with the Prince's moderate thrusting, all the while swirling his tongue around the flared tip with every bob of his head.
"Eager to please your Prince, soldier?" The Prince asked with a cocky smirk plastered on his face.
At the question Silver Strike could not give more than an approving moan, the vibration stimulating even more the Prince’s cock.
An appreciative hum escaped the Prince’s throat, praising Silver Strike’s godlike tongue work. The pleasantly wet and warm mouth of the private caressed his flared tip. Even though it was better than anything he felt in a millenia, it was not enough. With a slight movement of his hips he began gingerly thrusting forward in sync with Silver, pressing against the other stallion’s throat with his cock.
Silver Strike sputtered and started gagging on the cock, but did not pull away. At the corner of his eyes he could feel tears forming as he coughed a few more times before gathering all of his resolve. Gradually, the Prince tried to ease more and more into Silver Strike’s throat but the poor stallion’s gag reflex had other ideas. After a fifth futile attempt to stuff one more inch into Silver's maw the Prince relented and pushed the Silver off of his cock.
A mix of shame, fear, and embarrassment shot through the guard. He didn’t want to disappoint the Prince, but his body simply does not want to cooperate. With a hint of red on his cheeks he awkwardly averted his eyes from the Prince’s gaze. "I… I am sorry" He said, disappointment tainting his voice.
"Fear not. I will take care of that" Purred the Prince. "Though I have expected you to take more than that." He tsked in disappointment. "This spell should help to relax your throat." With that, the Prince ignited his horn and, without even waiting for the smaller stallion to react, fired a thin, sparkling thread of magic at Silver Strike’s neck.
Upon seeing the meandering dark blue ethereal energy rapidly approaching a vulnerable part of his body, Silver Strike tensed up and held a hoof out instinctively in an attempt to block the attack. However, the offending magic simply slipped through his hoof and, with a swift swirling motion, began wrapping itself around his neck, every spin bringing it closer to his hide until it painlessly pierced the pony’s neck.
As the magic worked its way deeper into his neck, a pleasant warm sensation washed over his senses. He could feel the warmth spread from the thin line where the magic entered his body, the heat in the back of his throat making him cough a few times until the feeling dissipated.
He tried to gulp down the leftover saliva from his coughing fit but realized, much to his bewilderment, the total absence of feeling in the back of his throat. The Prince smirked at his confusion as he gracefully stepped down from his bed to stand beside Silver Strike. That move only stoked the soldier’s bewilderment as he looked up to the Prince with furrowed brows.
"Climb up on the bed and lay onto your back, facing me." The Prince commanded.
The realization struck him like lighting: the height of the bed was almost level to the Artemis’s crotch. As he made his way onto the realm of soft silk at the Prince’s command, he wondered if he’d be really able to take the his huge cock this way. As he took the compromising position, a sense of dread emerged inside him as he saw the gigantic cock slowly approaching his field of view.
The Prince, with a graceful aid of his wing, reared up then placed his foreleg beside Silver’s barrel. His hoofs sunk deep into the soft mattress as he adjusted his weight then slowly thrusted forward. Silver obediently opened his mouth, granting entrance to his mouth once again.
This time Artemis did not take his time. He simply shoved his member down on the stallion’s throat with a slow but steady motion until his sack made contact with the guard’s muzzle. He lingered in his mouth for a moment, savoring the feeling of the warm, wet cavern tightly enveloping his throbbing member.
Silver Strike felt the incredible tightness in his throat as the Prince’s cock made its way deeper and deeper. He could feel the medial ring pass his lips, though the advancement of Artemis had not even slowed. The spell may have numbed his throat so his gag-reflex would not be an issue, but Silver could still feel the gigantic cock fill his mouth completely, forming an airtight seal between cock and muzzle.
"Your throat feels so good" The Prince groaned, to which Silver could only moan in response.
After the Prince thought he had received enough of his subject’s jaw, he began excruciatingly slowly pulling out of Silver’s mouth. Silver Strike felt the warm, wet rod leave his throat inch by inch, feeling the bulging veins brushing against his palate.
When the flat, flared tip of the Prince’s rod was about to leave the oral cavity of his subject, Artemis leaned forward and, with a powerful thrust, buried his rod balls-deep into Silver Strike’s mouth, accompanied with a wet squelch sound.
"MMPPH" Silver moaned, trying to voice his protest against the sudden tightness in the back of his throat but the vibration of his vocal cords just added more fuel to the fire of pleasure the Prince felt.
"Heavens! Your throat feels most divine! Is is so tight I can even see my cock’s bulge on it." To emphasize his point, gently traced his hoof from the tip of the bulge to the base of Silver’s jawline, stimulating his stallionhood through skin and flesh. Then he started to pull out again, much faster this time, before ramming back just as powerfully into the guard's throat. He slowly built up speed, rutting the other stallion like he was nothing more than an oversized fleshlight. The only sounds that could be heard were the Princes's groans of pleasure and the muffled moans of the poor throatfucked stallion accompanied with the wet sound of the Prince’s balls slapping against Silver's jaw.
With each powerful thrust more and more precum leaked from the Prince’s shaft as time flew by, igniting Silver tastebuds with its potent flavor. Eventually, the thrusts became more erratic as the Prince got closer and closer to his much anticipated release. He quickened his speed to the point where ther was left no time for Silver to get air between thrusts. Artemis felt the pressure building within his balls as he reached his peak and then passed the point of no return. With one last erratic thrust hilted in Silver’s throat, shoving his member as deep as he could, cutting him off entirely from the precious oxigen.
The pulsating member shot load after load down into the guard’s maw, filling it to the brim with his warm seed. Silver could not keep up gulping down with the speed of the cum spurting from the Artemis's stallionhood. His cheeks and eyes bulget outward though the latter from the lack of much needed air. Cum began to leak at the corners of his mouth when his cheeks could not bulge any further. As some spurt did not find its way down came out of his nosethirls fat rivulets of potent alicorn spunk tricking down towards the sheets. Darkness gnawked on the edge of his vision while desperately rapped at the Prince's leg using his last reserves of oxigen, asking for breath.
His pleas have fallen to deaf ears as the Prince have paid no heed to his predicament too engrossed with riding out his first orgasm in a long time. Just after the Prince finished fully emptying his aching balls began slowly retracting his deflating member, allowing Silver’s burning lungs to get air again. But it was too late. By that time Silver passed out from the combination of the exertion and lack of air, watching the world fade to darkness.
***
When Silver Strike regained consciousness,he slowly became aware of something that sounded like a heated argument, although something sounded off; both parties sounded really similar, as if the Prince was arguing with himself. As he focused his blurry vision, he spotted Artemis before the shattered mirror. He gazed deeply into the upper, intact part of the shattered mirror where he could see his reflection clearly. His rage and recklessness showed itself with the growing pool of blood under his left foreleg, shredded by one of the mirror’s fragments.
"You can not be alive! The Elements of Harmony destroyed you!" Cried desperately at his reflection.
The Prince pawed the carpet under him, smearing more of his blood onto it and collecting a few more cuts he did not register in his agitated state. His stance was low, feathers ruffled on his slightly spread wings, clearly ready to fight. In the mirror, a black coated stallion with a smug, predatory grin gazed back at him. The dark figure was almost a perfect copy of him, save for the darker coat, sharp fangs, and reptile-like eyes. The dark stallion mockingly cackled at the Prince’s distress.
"I am you, and you are me! How could I not be alive?" Asked the copy. "As long as you draw breath I will be with you." His voice a tad winded from his previous laughter.
"I am nothing like you!" Artemis spat through gritted teeth.
"Why are you so sure?" Asked the his other self skeptically wiht a raised brow. "Just look at that stallion behind you." Motioning in Silver’s direction yet not once breaking eye contact.
"Look what you have done to that guard of yours. You raped his mouth until the poor colt passed out from the lack of air." Smiled wickedly the dark stallion.
"No... that is not true I... I was part of the deal..." Stuttered Artemis as he averted his eyes from his counterpart, trying to counter his doppelganger’s points, failing miserably.
The Nightmare found joy in the Prince’s suffering as he bursted into a new fit of menacing laughter that made the Prince bristle with even more rage. Before he could continue his debate with himself, however, a sudden touch on his shoulder tore him from the misery of his twisted mind.
"Everything is alright, Prince Artemis?" Asked Silver Strike with a concerned frown.
Artemis pupils shrunk as he took in the guard's state. The fur on Silver’s snout and cheeks was matted by his half dried seed. His mane a disheveled mess. The smell of his own cum reminded him of his dark deed against the other stallion. He could not stand this view, quickly lowering his head in remorse.
"I do not deserve to be called that." Artemis said softly. "I am so sorry… Please… I do not know what has gotten into me… I will speak with my sister and..." He trailed off, his eyes still glued the ground.
"I... I am sorry"
"Even though I am not a big fan of this kind of... things... I would not say either I did not enjoyed it... a little." Whispered the last part sheepishly while scratching the back of his head. "Besides it was part of the deal..."
"It is unacceptable" Artemis cut him off. "I... I force myself onto you… I… A Prince should protect his subject not… not rape them.” Artemis countered with a chocked voice.
"Please go!" He whispered woefully.
"But Your Majesty..."
"Just go!" He cried out and finally looked up to meet Silver’s gaze. "I need to be alone. Please." Pleaded the Prince as tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
Even though he wanted to assure the Prince that he did not hold any grudge against him from his previous rough treatment, he could tell it was not the right time. Besides, he would not dare to disobey a direct order from the him.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Replied Silver Strike as he bowed lightly then walked to the ornate door.
With his magic, he gingerly opened it then took a last look at the Prince pitiable form. Artemis gazed blankly at the ground again, his shoulders and wings sagging as if held down by invisible weights. He was clearly at the verge of a breakdown. With a heavy heart, Silver Strike stepped out of the foyer, still looking back while he closed the door behind him with his magic. As the door clicked shut he could hear a faint sounds of choked sobs through the door, which were drowned out by his heavy steps as his golden horseshoes clopped against the white marble floor.
