Boredom, among the highly trained Royal Guard of Equestria was not something to be commonly found, but Shining Armor was a very gifted pony and was in an extraordinary situation.

The situation was being stuck indoors. Cutie Pox had invaded the Crystal Empire with a great fury, and while it was reasonably harmless, there was only so much cure to go around. Everypony was trying to keep as isolated as they could to not stress the resources the empire had—and to ensure they weren't stuck with a dozen extra cutie marks they didn't want without a cure in sight.

And it would not do for Shining to catch it and get a cure before anypony in his empire—to say nothing of leading by example. So he couldn't go out and run to relieve his boredom and he couldn't work his frustration out on his lovely wife because she was in Equestria on a diplomatic mission and couldn't return because of the outbreak of cutie pox.

Which is why Shining was alone in the royal suite with nothing but his own imagination and the greatest collection of sex toys two healthy adults could acquire.

There was only so many ways a stallion could rub one out with only his horn and a good imagination, and this was Shining's answer. He flung open the closet that served as a hidden door to a walk-in closet. Whips, crops, spankers, cat-o-nines, tight clothing galore, rubber cock and vulva models of not just every single species in Equestria—but two of every species, plus more exotic insertables like butt plugs in a whole range of sizes and shapes… Shining, however, wanted two particular things.

He grabbed the anal beads that ranged from comfortable to eye-watering and a huge stallion toy that could only be described by the word ambitious. He turned toward the doorway again and saw the message on the concealing door.

You're the most amazing pony ever, but don't forget the lube.

—Shiny and Cady

It was a reminder to both of them to always think of comfort. Of course, under that was a rack with several bottles of lube with various properties. Without a second thought Shining grabbed the tingler with his magic and headed back into the bedroom.

In his mind, Shining ran over one of his favorite fantasies. Cadance—becoming an alicorn and embodying all three core tribes of pony—embodying both sexes of pony too. Shining would walk just so, letting his hips weave slowly side to side to entice his lover.

Crawling up onto the bed, on his side with one of the ever-obliging maids to help him with his own erection, Shining would let the love of his life enter him and claim his rear.

Outside the royal suite, Storm Slice's ears perked. He was literally the only guardpony in the Crystal Empire immune to the pox by virtue of his kind not having cutie marks. He was a bat pony—a member of Princess Luna's Night Guard—and he heard a howl of what he thought was pain from within the royal chambers.

Digging his back claws into the carpet, he brought one wing out to yank the door open and leapt inside while flicking his forehoof claw-sheaths open. "Who goes there?!"

Shining Armor and Storm Slice stared at each other.

Storm Slice, like many of his species, was built tall and sinewy. With his jaw currently slack, rows of fangs were visible in his mouth that could rend bugs and pierce flesh for blood drinking just as effectively as they could a piece of fruit. His wings were huge, easily three times as large as a pegasus', and at their leading edge he had a thumb that had a sharp claw on each side. His back legs, too, were where his species and normal ponies differed. A pony would have a simple set of hooves—Storm Slice had more feline-like back legs that ended in large skeletal claws suitable to grabbing on to things so he could hang upside down.

Shining Armor was a different kettle of fish at that moment. He was a big unicorn, his mass all muscle from years in the Guard, and at that moment he was sprawled on the huge royal bed with his back legs pulled up tight to his body, on his side, with a large dildo balls-deep in his ass. He was also harder than any stallion had ever been in their life.

Their eyes were locked together and both stallions blushed fiercely.

"Y-Your Highness! I heard—I thought you were being attacked!" Storm Slice's slit eyes tried to stay on Shining's, but they kept drifting along his body—always flicking back to Shining's face when they saw anything lewd (which never took long). "I didn't meant to—"

"At ease, Sergeant Slice." It took Shining a few more seconds to realize he should roll to his belly and preserve some modesty. "You could say being cooped up in here is driving me just a touch stir crazy." And, on his belly, Shining realized he couldn't get his traitorous tail to stop flagging—showing off the thick shape in his rear.

"Uh-Understandable, Sire. I just—" Storm's mind ran wild with what Shining had been doing. Not every stallion liked to think of having another atop and inside them, but it turned out his VIP was one such—despite having a loving mare (probably the lovingest (yes it is a word, look it up)) as his wife. "I was assigned here by Princess Luna herself. When the Pox started, she was determined to ensure your safety—and I can't do that from outside."

Storm Slice's brain exploded. His mouth had made up things and spouted them off before letting his brain examine them, and there was only one culprit for who would help it. Yup, Storm conceded, he was thinking with his dick.

Shining knew he could order Storm to remain outside. It would be simple to just command him to wait at the only exit and do his job, but part of him relented. He noticed the way Storm's eyes kept tracing along to Shining's butt, he saw the little blush return each time it happened, and he was also thinking with his dick.

Even when they were together, Shining and Cadance were happy to share. Apart they had a special proviso—they had to tell the other everything they'd gotten up to. Well, he wasn't planning to do anything with Storm, but part of him wondered if the other stallion was as interested as his eyes were letting on. "Of course, sergeant. You can't very well guard me if you can't tell a cry of pleasure from one of pain. Perhaps you could wait on this side of the door? If you kept your back to me, of course, I would still be able to retain my modesty."

His heart thudding fast, Storm Slice tried not to look, tried not to glance down to Shining's rump, and only managed by dint of the steely resolve of his training. Sheathing his forehoof claw blades and folding his wings, he stood as straight as he could and looked above the bed to ignore the gorgeous, hot stallion laying on it. "Sir! Yes, sir!"

Watching Storm turn around was quite an eye-opening for Shining. The other stallion seemed to be flagging his tail almost as much as Shining was himself. Lounging back on the bed and flopping to his side, Shining squirmed a little and shifted so that Storm would be able to see his face—then he closed his eyes.

It didn't take more than a few seconds for Storm to notice Shining in the mirror. His eyes locked on the face of the stallion, and he shuddered when Shining did. What Shining was doing, Storm didn't know. His mind ran wild with fantasies of the big prince ramming that toy into his rear over and over, using more magic to jerk himself off—all while Storm watched on. Voyeurism wasn't normally Storm's thing, but this was like a forbidden, private show.

Shining rolled to his back and tilted his head back. This had the effect of sacrificing another pillow to the god of unicorn horn points, but it also hid his horn. Giving a little moan as he started to shift the toy inside him, Shining drew up a new fantasy—Storm, atop him, plowing his insides to jello.

The second moan broke Storm. He turned his head just enough to look back over his shoulder and see Shining doing exactly what he thought he'd been doing. He was lost in that moment. His eyes were captured by the big rubber shape going in and out of Shining's rear. He couldn't even bare to look away long enough to focus on Shining jacking off.

Eventually Storm broke eye-contact with that thrusting toy and traced up to Shining's shaft. It was the most masculine things he'd seen in his life. Not that Storm hadn't been with stallions before, but Shining Armor was the pinnacle of what it meant to be stallion. His wing started to dip under him before he got a grip and jerked it back up and turned to face the wall again.

Biting his lip not to laugh, Shining could appreciate that Storm was dedicated to his duty—after all, Shining had trained to similar standards. But there were limits. Tilting his head up and forward, Shining looked down along his belly and started stroking himself a little faster.

The sound was worse than watching. Storm could hear the noises of wet lube being stroked quickly along Shining's shaft, and each sharp schlick sound was a hammer blow to his stoicism. When he heard Shining let out a whimper, he couldn't help but turn back. After all, he surely suspected the prince was in danger again.

It was hard to justify, really, but Storm stuck to his guns and—as he turned to look at Shining again—he rationalized it out as just looking out for Shining. It totally wasn't because he wanted to see the big stallion blow his load.

Shining, it was obvious to Storm, was right on the edge of orgasm. The stallion's balls were trembling and twitching and his shaft—a pillar of might—was wrapped in pink magic. When one of Storm's hooves moved, he couldn't stop it. A second one seemed inevitable now that the friction was broken and the gravity of a turgid horsecock pulled at him.

The first Shining, rubbing himself right to the edge of his release, noticed of Storm was when the bat pony's claws dragged on the carpet. His magic winked out and his head turned. He looked at Storm, but the other stallion was completely focused and wouldn't look at him.

Surprise burst in Shining's chest as he watched the predatory stalking of Storm, the bat's mouth opening to reveal all those sharp teeth.

Freezing, Shining felt like a very small mouse staring down the face of a very hungry cat. When Storm reached the bed, Shining's breath caught in his throat and he couldn't move. Still right on the edge of his climax, Shining watched as the bat pony slowly leaned over his body and brought all that mouth cutlery into close proximity with his shaft.

Predatory instincts or not, Storm hungered for a particular type of flesh. Shining's scent was intoxicating to such sharp senses as Storm had, it pulled him down and cause him to open his mouth to find out not just how it smelled, but how it tasted.

Shining Armor had heard about how bat ponies had long tongues. He'd even seen one yawn and put on a show a changeling would struggle to emulate, but when Storm extended his tongue, curled it around Shining's cock twice, and still had enough left to bring it under his tip and press at his urethra.

Locking eyes with Storm, Shining watched as the that fang-filled mouth curved into a smile as it pulled his cock up and into it. A shiver of shock ran through Shining as he felt fangs brush against him from inside Storm's mouth. He dared not move for fear of having to explain to Cadance why he couldn't fulfill his husbandly duties—but Shining Armor closed his eyes and leaned back as Storm began to massage his prick with that huge tongue.

Shining tasted different, or so Storm felt. He didn't have the sweet-spice of bat pony semen, he was far muskier and—at least in Storm's mind—more male. Not that he didn't smell a hint of fear coming from Shining too. As Storm massaged up and down Shining's cock, he picked up a prey-vibe coming from the other stallion.

It was impossible to hold back. Shining, his eyes showing the other stallion sucking him off while his sensitive cock felt every brush with Storm's teeth, trembled and shook. His balls started to churn, pouring their contents up into his prostate where it was mixed to make semen, then shot down his shaft and to the bat. He watched as Storm's eyes widened, then the cutest thing ever was the sight of his own seed leaking from each corner of Storm's mouth.

The musky flavor doubled and then doubled again as Storm took Shining's blast in the back of his mouth. Used to liquid meals, he gulped down every bit of the load but realized he was fighting a losing battle. Each gulp got rid of some of Shining's hot seed, but each gulp left him further and further behind until it started to leak from around his lips.

Storm let his mouth close a little more, let Shining feel the tips of some of his teeth lightly touch that most sensitive of organs as the bat made a claim—I am the big-bad here, and you're just amusement until I decide you're a meal.

Though, after a few minutes wore on and the adrenaline cooled from both of them, Storm Slice felt the predator/prey dynamic calm a little and he finally, carefully using his tongue to guide Shining Armor's deflated shaft, released the prince's shaft. "Sorry, I got a bit carried aw—"

Magic grabbed Storm and dragged him up the bed until his lips were locked to Shining's. The aggressiveness surprised him, but the hungry kiss was an assurance that Shining didn't want an apology. Well, thought the bat, if the big pony wants to play rough, let's play rough. A little voice screamed, But you're supposed to be protecting him, which he ignored on account of being in the room meant he could protect Shining more, not less.

The kiss was fun. It was the cherry on top of a wonderful ~~creampie~~ cream pie. Shining pushed his tongue forward, delving into the familiar tasting mouth of Storm's. Immediately he found those warding spikes—weapons every single one of them—and Shining felt compelled to feel them with his tongue, even letting their tips mark the top and bottom of the sensitive muscle.

Able to feel Shining testing his fangs, Storm gently wrapped his own tongue around Shining's, pulled it until he saw the stallion's eyes widen, then gently closed his mouth a little. Fear, shock, and arousal colored Shining's expression.

He was trapped. Shining didn't dare move. Storm had his tongue in a firm grip and was threatening to bite into it. The problem for Shining was he didn't know if being released or having the bat draw blood would be hotter.

When Storm's fangs dented the flesh of his tongue, and then three little dots top and bottom were pierced, Shining's blood ran white-hot and his erection jerked to full mast again.

Letting go of Shining's tongue with his own, Storm slowly opened his mouth and released it completely—only for Shining to hesitate in removing it. With a gentle nod of his head, Storm gave Shining permission to withdraw his tongue. "Well now, we know who is the monster and who the weak pony?"

It was an angle Shining Armor had never encountered in the bedroom before. It had none of the intellectual dominance his wife sometimes enjoyed (he enjoyed it too, to be fair, in both senses), but there was something base and very primal about having a creature that could rip him apart play with him. "Can we—" Shining shivered as Storm slid back a little and his butt pressed against the tip of Shining's aching shaft. "Safeword. I need a safeword."

The words were solid proof to Storm that Shining was into what he was doing. "You like this that much, huh?" Shining's nod only made Storm smile more, showing off his fangs. "Okay. You can shout no and stop all you want, and I won't, but if you shout red, it all stops."

Relief and pure titillation suffused Shining. It was one thing to play with a guy who knew how to flip some new switches Shining didn't know he had, but something else to know that stallion understood how to play safely. "Good. Now, get the buck off me and get back to your post!"

Storm moved fast. Faster than most threats Shining had faced in his life. It was definitely fast enough that, up close, Shining had no way to respond quickly. He felt more than saw the motion as Storm twisted and brought one rear leg up and to the side of his neck. Shining could feel as those long, skeletal toes curled around the back of his neck while the sickle-like claws curled—two pressing to the underside of his jaw and tightening. Forced to tilt his head back, Shining let out a whimper as he ran out of flexibility and they pressed just a little more.

Flexing his toes just a little more, Storm had to admit that the taste of Shining's blood was driving him to be far more predatory than normal. "I only expect you to ever say one word, got it? And, that word is yes. Understand me?" He wondered if he'd get a yes or a red.

"Y-Yes." The word was hard to say because Shining could feel the pressure of those sharp claws on his flesh increase as he spoke, but he was more than comfortable knowing that Storm had picked a spot where puncture wounds wouldn't do any serious damage.

With his prey secured and humbled, Storm started to explore. He nuzzled at Shining's belly button a few times, his eyes locked on the stallion's cock all the while. Storm knew what he wanted, but he also wanted to have some fun first. With the taste of Shining's blood now imprinted on his mind, he let his fangs scrape lightly over the soft, exposed tummy as he worked down and to the side.

Letting out a whine as Storm dodged around his aching shaft, Shining tried to squirm, only to feel Storm's wing stretch around his right flank as the thumb of it came up and under his dock. His eyes widened as he felt yet another claw of the bat's press against sensitive flesh—this time the soft flesh of the underside of his tail. It made him jerk his tail away from his rump and arch his spine in submission. In his mind, he imagined how he must look now. He was literally bowed under Storm—tummy and groin thrust upward, inviting the predator to do as he wished with either.

"Such a juicy little morsel. Now that I have you completely under control—not that you weren't already—I think I might take my time in sampling you. These plums, for example." With that said, Storm nuzzled up to the most masculine and musky part of Shining's body. He lashed out with his tongue and curled it around the unicorn's scrotum, securing both plums within the soft flesh. He squeezed, hearing a soft whimper from Shining that only made his blood pump more.

Shining was unable to watch, though he rolled his eyes in their sockets to try anyway. The twin blades at his neck were insistent that he only look up and toward the headboard, even as he felt Storm's tongue tighten more around his precious jewels. Tighter and tighter, he couldn't feel any sensation cutting off in them—which is why his attention shifted as he felt Storm's mouth close around one.

Sharp fangs touched sensitive flesh again, and Storm held just one of Shining's gonads in his mouth while the other was pressed firmly to his lips. There were safe places on a pony's body to bite, Storm knew, and safe places to bleed. There was a small vein on the rear of a stallion's scrotum that would leak blood in a stream but leave nothing more than a sting for its owner. This is the spot that Storm pressed along the tip of one fang.

The prick was sharp, unexpected, and surprisingly arousing to Shining. He wasn't completely aware exactly what had happened until he heard a slurping sound. Eyes widening, he trembled in absolute sexual bliss as he realized that Storm was drinking his blood. No, it wasn't just drinking his blood—he was drinking it from Shining's ballsack!

Storm almost relaxed. He almost closed his eyes as the wet copper saturated his palate. He suckled at Shining's nut like he was a foal with a teat in his mouth. It was a different experience to the casual fruit-juice eating bat ponies normally did, or the insect consumption when they needed protein. No, this was ritualistic in the way of bat ponies—he honored Shining's body and Shining himself for the gift that Storm was taking.

It was, however, far too much for Shining Armor. The stimulation to his balls wouldn't normally be enough to bring him to climax, but the mental pleasure he was swimming in and the restrictive and intimate bondage made lightning strike a second time. Unlike moments earlier, his balls were not as free to express their joy at copulation and there was far less tadpoles delivered to his prostate—this resulted in that organ not putting its all into the release either.

Watching the barest trickle of cum leak from Shining's shaft, Storm almost came himself. It was a fear-climax, and yet not. Shining was fully consenting to the power game they were playing, and yet he was still able to immerse himself in the fun to feel that kind of emotional wall slam into him—and this knowledge was impossible for Storm to ignore.

Ceasing his suckling, saying a mental thanks to Shining for the gift, Storm slowly unwound his tongue from around Shining's ballsack while licking the little prick of broken skin. "I think my little blood-pet enjoyed himself a bit too much. Is that it? You love being food so much you shoot your hose off at just the thought of me devouring you?"

Shining couldn't see what Storm was doing now, but the sting on his scrotum felt more intense now. It was just in his mind, but that didn't make the perception of the feeding point any less. What he failed to see was Storm bringing his other wing's thumb down to the base of his shaft—but he definitely felt the prick of the claw tip against delicate flesh.

It was like an electric charge passing through him. It started with the ever-present twin points stinging his throat, passed through his body to where Storm was gently prodding at his cock, down to the itching bite on his scrotum, and leaving his body at the sharp point pressed to his dock. He trembled and shook, but somehow Storm still did no more than play just the tip of his claw against the thin, sensitive flesh. It was infuriatingly pleasureful, spiking his mind with arousal and anticipation.

Shining had no idea what he was anticipating, but it wasn't a line drawn on his penis with that claw. It didn't break his skin, but the scratch had him losing his mind with pleasure. Part of his mind wanted to scream his safe word, but his voice stayed silent as realization set in that there was no wetness to the scratch.

It was a delicate art that Storm was practicing. Shining was still shifting and wiggling, the motions of which were amplified through his cock, and yet Storm continued to draw little lines of torment up the underside of Shining's cock—only stopping when the last was just short of the big unicorn's head. "Do you like how that feels?"

Clenching his eyes closed, Shining reveled in the visceral sensation of pleasure-pain that soaked his very being. The ~~worst~~ best bit was being forced to say the word that the big predator wanted to hear. "Yes."

"Every inch. Fourteen of them. We both know what makes little scratches like this a thousand times worse, don't we? Just a little spittle and a wet tongue to stroke them. Here, let me show you." Dipping his head down to the throbbing shaft, Storm extended only the tip of his tongue to lick the top-most mark.

"YES!" Shining didn't know if it was in answer to the rhetorical question Storm asked or at his own body not quite letting him climax again. Two shots in such a short amount of time left his body wanting a long refractory period, but his brain was locked in an arousal feedback loop of epic proportions. "Yes, yes, yesss…"

"I didn't get far down you last time, but you know what, I believe in trying again and again until you succeed as well as not leaving a single bite left unclaimed on your dinner plate. You know you're a big morsel, but why don't you count in your head how many little marks I can claim in my mouth?" With that said, and with the game ahoof, Storm angled himself and kissed Shining's tip.

His heart thudding like he was galloping in full armor, Shining felt Storm's lips open and the leading edges of his fangs brush against the end of his shaft. This was enough room for the bat's lips to find the first mark again and inspire such glorious agony in Shining's mind as he didn't know if he could keep his safeword from his lips. Foremost in his mind, however, Shining could only think of a singular word. One, he thought.

The gates of fangs opened slowly as his tip pressed against them—reminding Shining briefly of his wife's vulva, but hard and unforgiving instead of soft and gentle—the second sharp sting was his next measure. Two. But Storm wasn't stopping. The bat snaked his tongue out and looped it around Shining's medial ring—fuzzing his mind briefly with the feeling of control—before pulling two more little lines of fire into the furnace. Three. Four.

But that's when the fangs came into play again. Shining felt them press a line top and bottom again, the sharp touch combining with the stinging ache of the scratches to almost cause Shining to black out from pleasure. He definitely didn't notice that three more lines had been crossed until he came to his senses. Five. Six. Seven.

Seven inches. It was about the halfway point for Shining's cock. Storm pondered just holding there for some time, but he really wanted to kiss Shining's groin. Tightening the grip of his tongue to the point it was like a living cock ring, he pulled his head down that huge length even further—imagining Shining counting off nine, ten, eleven, and twelve.

Shining's breath was coming in short, sharp jerks of his chest. It wasn't the threat of Storm's grip on him that had him almost hyperventilating, it was how much the bat's actions were getting him off. It felt like every touch was pure ecstasy now, the searing scratches on his dick, the itching bite on his scrotum, even the threatening pricks against his dock and throat. He was horny from the tip of his snout to the end of his tail, but his body was so overstimulated that it wouldn't blow its top like the previous time. He needed more.

He got more. Thirteen. Fourteen. Shining was aching for that last inch. He needed to feel the last scratch bathed in saliva and rubbed—what he got was another grip by Storm's fangs. Six more pricks of pain. Beyond reason, Shining felt his will give way as he begged the predator, "Please?"

The new word made Storm feel like he should punish Shining, but he liked the word enough that he wouldn't surrender the unicorn's cock for that punishment. Uncoiling his tongue from Shining's shaft, Storm worked it past his teeth and out.

Shining could feel the devilish tongue slide along the fuzz of his groin until it found his balls again. His eyes widened in shock as it coiled twice around the base of them and squeezed. Squeezed until he wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. Squeezed until his body thought it would lose them, so decided to loose them instead.

Storm struck fast. Feeling Shining's body lunge into an orgasm he was sure the big guy wasn't ready for, he relaxed his grip on Shining's balls so they could both shoot a full load and provide a new stringing sensation to their owner, and he shoved forward to claim the last scratch—the one at the base of Shining's shaft.

This climax made up for the loss in volume of the previous. Shining's balls sent a huge load of swimmy boys down to his prostate, which was inflamed and shot extra helpings of fluids into the mix—firing the whole lot out with extra force.

As the orgasm seemed to rock its way through him, Shining saw white sparkles at the edges of his vision. His head was on fire with the sudden release and he strained against the restraining claws that held him.

Gulping for all he was worth, Storm Slice did his best to gulp down all the potent foal batter that Shining Armor was unloading, but even with the head of Shining's shaft lodged in the back of his throat, some leaked out. The problem for Storm was, with the huge shaft plugging his lips, it only had one place to go.

Coughing and spluttering, Storm strained not to bite down on the precious tool in his mouth even as stinging semen rocketed through his nasal cavity and shot out his nostrils. Staring at the stain he left on Shining's groin, Storm's eyes fluttered closed a bit as his mouth formed a near perfect cock-sleeve for the prince.

When he was released, Shining let out a whimper and shot a final load into Storm as an aftershock. His abused body felt on fire still, but he had no way of knowing how to quench it.

Pulling free of Shining's cock, Storm felt dizzy with lust still. Three times he'd gotten Shining off, and now he wanted his own release. "You think I'm done? I've only just started."

Looking up at Storm with a confused and hungry expression, Shining felt himself grabbed by Storm's wings as the bat twisted and climbed off him. Shoved over to his side, Storm grabbed one of his legs with a wing thumb and pinned the other to the bed. Forcing his legs apart, the bat tried to shove himself into Shining's ass, only to find it still plugged with the big toy. "Want me to—?"

"When I squeezed your balls, that was punishment for one word. What should I do for three?" Storm watched Shining's eyes widen. It made the bat smile wider and show off his fangs again. "Maybe I'll just have another sip?" Reaching down with a forehoof, Storm grabbed the base of the shaft and pulled it free in one quick stroke. Not waiting for Shining to clench down, he shoved his hefty shaft in to replace the toy.

Shining's passage was tight, but the toy had been larger than Storm. Doing his best, Shining squeezed down on the new invader as he tried his best to give Storm a good ride. The truth was this was the first stallion he'd been with, and Shining was thankful for the forcefulness from him.

When pain blossomed from his raised cannon, Shining let out a little whine. Looking up at Storm, he saw the bat's mouth was closed around his leg just above the hoof. Then he saw it—Shining watched as Storm's throat worked—slowly, oh so slowly, taking sustenance from Shining's body through his blood.

The peaceful slowness of Storm's sucking was a counterpoint to the rough pistoning of his hips. Shining was being rocked back and forth with each thrust, the bat showing off the wiry strength that typified his species. Even with the passage having been trailblazed by a huge toy, it still made hungry sucking sounds every time Storm pulled back.

Feeding on blood and getting his dick wet—at the same time—was an ultimate pleasure for Storm. He coiled his tongue around Shining's leg and held it tight to him with his wing while he fed—keeping it steady so he wouldn't slip and hurt the stallion. Meanwhile, his hips were almost a blur, but beyond the stimulation of fucking Shining's colon was a very pleasurable tingling sensation. It was maddeningly good, like having mango cubes on top of ice-cream—it just made the sex better.

The friction made the special lube Shining had selected become far more active with its effect. Sensitizing and inflaming him, he could remember Cadance describing it as making her ass almost as sensitive as her vagina. Now, with a stallion rutting his anus, Shining could experience the joy that he remembered Cadance describing.

Unable to hold back his pleasure—and unwilling to—Storm pounded Shining's rear hard. He drove his groin against Shining's rump so hard it was pushing the unicorn along the bed and made him break contact with Shining's leg. Licking the wound one last time to try to help clean it and let it quickly coagulate, Storm grabbed Shining around the waist with both wings—letting his claws press to flesh as he drove himself in and felt his peak rushing on.

The change in pace and position shocked Shining. He was trembling in bliss at the rough treatment, and when he felt Storm's shaft seem to grow in him, he knew what was coming—Storm.

An explosion of heat deep in his belly almost sent Shining into his own orgasm. The bat's seed flooded his colon and made him feel woozy. But Storm wasn't completely done. Every few jets of bat jizz that shot into Shining was accompanied by another stroke and thrust, each forcing the air out of his lungs with its intensity, making him mewl audibly in pleasure. When he managed to look back at Storm, he could see the bat flapping his wings—the huge limbs spread out on each side of him like sails.

At last Storm slumped forward. He fell onto Shining like a felled tree and jammed himself even tighter inside his lover. But he wasn't done yet. Using his wings, Storm supported himself and reached for Shining's neck to pull the unicorn into another kiss. This time, he wanted to taste Shining's mouth.

His eyes widening, Shining trembled as his mouth was invaded by a tongue that seemed infinite in its reach. His eyes rolled back then as his cock, pressed against Storm's belly, shot off another weak load into both their fur. All his muscles let go at once and Shining became a wet, limp noodle.

Slowly pulling his tongue back, Storm broke the kiss and let Shining slump to the bed. "Now you look even more delicious." Sliding down the bed, Storm pulled free of Shining and hoped whatever mess he made on the floor would be recoverable—he had a mission.

The first Shining knew of Storm's intentions—once the bat had slid all the way off the edge of the bed—was his lips against Shining's abused anus. The kiss was every bit as arousing as the one on his lips had been, and like that kiss he felt Storm's tongue start to probe into him.

Any taste that might have put Storm off felching Shining's asshole was long gone thanks to the spicy lube and fruity bat spunk. He pushed deeper, lathering the inside of Shining's ass with his tongue and finally finding the mother lode. When he got a good taste of his own seed, Storm shivered in glee at his next plan.

Shining was back to squirming, though his efforts were far reduced now due to exhaustion. It wasn't that he was physically tired, just rode hard and put away wet, as it were. When he felt Storm's tongue withdraw, he let out a slow sigh—only to squeal when the bat started feeding the anal beads into him.

"A little morsel like you owning big beads like these? I have to wonder if these perhaps belong to your wife?" Storm watched Shining nod in defeat. "So my little morsel gets maybe this one, and this one"—as he spoke, Storm started feeding ever larger beads into Shining's butt—"but I think this one might have been this little dish's limit. I'm right, aren't I?"

The words, accompanied as they were with his rear getting stretched again, had Shining sobbing in joy. He could only nod to Storm—admit to his weakness for playing with Cadance's toys.

"This one is normally beyond you, I'm sure." Storm rubbed Shining's anus with his sensitive wingtips, massaging the flesh to let the big ball inside—and inside it went. "First time for that one, isn't it?"

"Yeeeeeeessssssss..." Shining's voice sounded broken, even to his own ears—ears he tucked back as the new stretching sensation made him squirm a little more and his dick grow rock hard again.

"She wouldn't believe you if you told her you got this one in, either." Again Storm massaged Shining's muscles and flesh. He suspected Shining had been playing with big toys for a while, but had been holding back from stretching himself too much. Storm judged the big unicorn could take all the beads with some work, but he wanted to make it work.

When the penultimate bead popped into his rear and his muscles clenched down around the joining cord, he let out another whimper and was aware of how painfully hard he was again. The bat is a menace, he thought, There is no way I can be hard again let alone cum!

But hard as a rock Shining was, much to Storm's delight. Part of him was left wondering how many times he could get the stallion off in one night, but he really wanted to show Shining just how stretchy his rear was. "Ready? Hold tight, little mango, and try to relax your muscles."

The last bead was pressed to Shining's anus, and it felt a little like the tip of Storm's cock all over again. All Shining could feel at first was the press of a flat surface against his ponut and the bat's treacherous massage around it. But, as the ball started to press inward, Shining could feel that it was actually a sphere. He started panting and huffing, eyes going wide as Storm pressed ever onward.

Storm watched Shining's asshole grow wider and wider, stretching and gaping its entrance to slowly accept the huge bead. The truth was that Storm wouldn't have been able to take the ball himself, but he was sure Shining could. When the bead was at its widest point, all it needed was a little push and it would sink in. "Maybe I should leave you like this? The previous one seems to hold the beads in place nicely. Tell me, my little grape, do you want this bead inside you—knowing it will be at least this hard to get it out again?"

His rear stretched beyond anything he thought he'd ever be able to take, Shining's voice was a long, constant whine now, but he gathered himself for one word—his word. "Yes, yes, yes!"

With a gentle pat to Shining's ass, Storm pushed the bead in and used his wingtip to press it far enough that Shining's sphincter could close behind it. "There we go, that should keep all that cum deep inside. What's it like being my little incubator?"

As the words came to him, Shining felt Storm's wing caress his flank. It was soft, gentle, and completely made his night to find the bat's soft side. "It feels—It feels amazing." With that said, and the last of his strength spent, Shining Armor slumped down onto the bed and lost any struggle he might have had with consciousness.

Author's Note

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