Official Royal Fucktoy

Epilogue: Official Royal Family

Shining Armor was tired. It was not a fatigue of the muscles, that familiar ache that he had long since learned to live with in his time as a royal guard, rather this was a fatigue of the mind. His consciousness blurred and his focus dimmed as he was reduced to merely going through the motions, following the muscle memory rather than actively think about what he was doing. At the moment, it happened to be going through mountains of paperwork that were part of the logistics of supporting a military force. In this case, the Crystal Empire’s own contingent of guards. Everything from dossiers to the enlisted soldiers to the arrangements for food supply, they were all necessary to keep it as an effective fighting machine. In a way, Shining figured that was exactly what he was becoming the longer he stuck at it, reduced merely to a specific action to be completed with utmost efficiency and no feeling whatsoever. By all means, he understood the importance of the work — ‘an army marches on its stomach — or some such saying. But that didn’t make it any less tedious.

He signed what seemed like the millionth paper, placed it in the appropriate pile, and reached back over to the previous pile to pull out another. Cooped up inside his office, the sun long since set, only the lamp on his desk and an overhead light gave him illumination with which to work. The obvious artificial quality of the lights gave the scene a certain sense of artificiality, the blatant lie of pony inventions trying desperately to mimic the natural elements. All the millions of years of evolution leading up to a unicorn sitting in his office, signing papers and trying not to fall asleep.

In between the autopilot that droned out most coherent thought, some memories and emotions did still play at the edges of his mind. The recent sundown had of course made him think of Twilight back in Canterlot, now the ever-vigilant ruler to control the heavens themselves. It had been some time since he’d last seen her, and even longer since they’d last lain together. So such thoughts were beginning to slip into nostalgia, far removed from the present. Though of course, Cadance was still apt to jump at whatever roleplay her husband was willing to partake in. So a night with ‘Twilight’ wasn’t technically out of the question.

As is the case while performing many menial tasks, one’s mind rarely stays on one subject for long when left to its own devices. And so Shining’s thoughts strayed from kinky sexcapades, to half-remembered lines from his favorite movies, and finally back to his own military career and current tasks. The life of a soldier always was steeped in boredom, from cleaning latrines to pulling a long night’s watch, so it was hardly a feeling Shining was unfamiliar with. But in those cases, he had still been a grunt or at least a field officer, always with the promise of some time spent with his comrades or even maybe a piece of action on the odd day (which had seemingly become far more common towards the end of his career during Celestia’s reign). Even scrubbing toilets had allowed a more immediate satisfaction and visual feedback of his efforts. Staff work never seemed to end, or even improve. The piles of paper never seemed to grow smaller. Still, somepony had to do it.

So Shining Armor stayed doggedly plowing through the stacks of files and forms that were presented to him, just the same as he had the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that. Without the movements of the sun to keep reference, time long since became lost to him. There was merely the next paper.

Such is the nature of government and military work, it never truly ends so long as the society it serves still exists. Eventually, even the most dedicated civil servants must be granted some rest and respite. There will be another day, and more hours to dedicate to whatever new paperwork has been generated. And so, Shining Armor’s slog came to its own end for the time being. Folding up the last piece of parchment he had any willpower to complete, he finally excused himself from the prison that had held him captive all day.

Shining raised himself from his creaking wooden chair and found his uniform displayed on a rack by the door. In style, it much resembled the dress uniform he had worn as an Equestrian royal guard, but with a different coloration to denote its belonging to an officer of the Crystal Empire. The rainbow of colors splashed across it was quite showy, resembling the explosion that had taken place when the Crystal Heart had first been returned. Perfectly fitting for a ceremonial dressing that would never see combat, as the bright colors were practically as good as painting a bull’s eye across its wearer's face.

Still, Shining dressed himself in the apparel all the same. Privately, he actually quite enjoyed the pallet, as it reminded him of Cadance’s mane. With the well-practiced motions of an exercise that had been run time and time again, he put on the fabric with calculated efficiency. Mere seconds to button up the front, tuck in the sides, and press down the cuffs. His task completed, Shining only stopped for a second to check himself in the mirror and make sure everything was arranged neatly.

Finally ready to leave, he opened the door and proceeded down the hall. The rhythmic clip-clopping of his hooves on the crystal floor setting a tune to his march.

One two, three four. One two, three four.

The brisk pace of his travel seemed diminished by the vastness of the distance to be covered, the expanse of the crystal castle swallowing the noise he made within its depths. It took several minutes merely to travel from one side of the building to the other, as the personal chambers were unfortunately situated a fair ways away from the royal guard offices and barracks.

Shining only had just enough strength left in him to pry open the doors to his quarters and stumble inside. Finally, he was home. Shining almost collapsed as the door to the royal quarters swung shut behind him, the length of the day and the weight of his body suddenly all the more difficult to bear now that rest was so near. The only thing that stopped him from falling asleep right then and there was the sight of Cadance, clad in a shimmery, see-through nightgown, waiting for him just a few paces away. Shaking his head, he managed to clear out his delirium just enough to focus on her.

“Hi, honey. Sorry, I’m a little late, the paperwork was more than expected. I hope your day was okay,” he mumbled out, still half asleep.

Cadance smiled at her husband gently, enjoying his vain attempts to concentrate on the conversation. “It’s okay, I know the feeling perfectly well. A long day of tedious work can wear down any creature’s mind. I’m just glad you’re finally back,” she said to him, clip-clopping over and helping to remove uniform.

Shining let out a sigh of relief as the tight fabric was removed from him, and a groan of pleasure as it was replaced with the oh-so-soft feel of a blanket being placed on top of him.

The blanket was courtesy of Cadance, who also levitated a mug of hot chocolate down for him to drink. Taking the warm concoction in his hooves, he took a grateful sip. The heat invigorated his insides and made him feel fuzzy and content. The wonderful care only further enamored him to his wife, and he looked up at her with the most dopey, thankful, puppy-dog-eyed smile one could possibly imagine.

Cadance couldn’t help but coo at the adorable sight, and sat down next to her husband as he finished his drink. For all that had happened over the long day, the two were content to just sit there. The company and comfort of each other was more than enough in those tiny, precious moments. The warm, reassuring pressure of feeling another gently pressed into their side, the soft whisper of another’s mane falling down onto their shoulders, their eyes closed in bliss.

How long the two stayed like that they could not tell, only that they enjoyed every second of it. But there was still more for them to do together, and as much as she loathed to break their contact, Cadance got up off the floor.

“By the way, we got letters from both Celestia and Luna, and Twilight,” she mentioned, levitating an envelope over from a desk.

“Oh? And what did Twilight mention this time?” Shining asked, only slightly jokingly.

“She’s asked me for advice on strange cravings, and whether they’re contributing to her perpetual sick stomach,” Cadance replied. “Honestly, it’s kind of adorable that she thinks we haven’t figured out that she’s pregnant.”

“Heh, yeah. I still remember when you were pregnant with Flurry Heart. Things certainly got a hell of a lot more interesting around here,” Shining teased, earning him a pillow in his face.

“Hush now, no need to jest at the trials and tribulations of pregnancy. And I don’t remember you complaining about the results,” Cadance countered.

At that thought, their gazes almost simultaneously swiveled to the door to the nursery where their young daughter even now slept, oblivious to her parents’ discussion.

“I can’t argue with that. And the initial proceedings were certainly enjoyable as well,” Shining said, arching his eyebrows suggestively at Cadance.

“They certainly were. And the same with Twilight. Watching you two together was always fun,” Cadance said as she lay on the bed. She used her magic to flatten out the sheets and her wings to pat the spot next to her.

Shining gladly took up the invitation, scrambling up next to his wife. His weight sunk in the plush comforter as he cuddled up with Cadance.

“I’ve been looking forward to this,” he whispered tentatively in her ear.

“Me too,” she whispered back, snuffling her snout along his neck and breathing in deep on his mane.

Shining quickly reciprocated the affection, grasping each of her flanks with a hoof and rubbing in gentle circles.

The couple clambered together, a mess of limbs and fur until Shining wound up on his back on the bed, with Cadance looming over him. Her limbs were perched on either side of his head, effectively pinning him in place and she was already grinding her crotch into his almost aggressively. The treatment was working well already, with Shining grinning up at his wife and his shaft hardening quickly under her ministrations.

Cadance inched forward just slightly enough to land a single kiss on the tip of Shining’s nose, before pulling back to observe her prey. Her hip movements slowed down, the grinding lessening from near humping to a slow, deliberate dragging. As she moved upwards, the lips of her vulva would ever so slightly part as they rubbed up against Shining’s growing erection, teasing him with the contact but never actually going inside.

Shining himself began growing ever redder in the face at this near torture, his penis nearly at full mast now, just begging to rut the beautiful mare who was so cruelly tantalizing him.

But of course, deep down they both knew that he enjoyed this. Cadance had played this game for a long time, even before ever meeting Shining. She knew how to read a stallion, every huff of his breath, every twitch in his eye, the throbbing of his cock. She knew just how to get him right on the edge every time. And that his reward when he did get pushed over would make it all worth it.

So all the tension, all the agonizing wait, every mind-numbing hour leading to this point was just building up the ultimate pleasure more and more.

Cadance momentarily took a break from teasing Shining with her lower lips to switch out with her upper ones. She slithered down his body, planting licks and kisses on his fur as she went. She paid particular attention to his navel, circling the sweet little button with her tongue and nuzzling the soft fuzz of his underbelly. Finally, she arrived at his groin, where she gave an even more thorough examination to every inch of the sensitive region. Lifting and caressing each of his balls, lapping the furry orbs with her tongue, and studiously licking up the entire length of his now fully-erect phallus.

From the grunts and sharp exhales of breath Shining was making, Cadance could tell that he was nearing his breaking point from her teasing. She knew that she would need to back off before he blew his load, and of course, further extend his anticipation. But before granting him such reprieve, she left a parting gift as she blew over his groin, the gentle breeze tickling the area still wet from her saliva and Shining’s own sweat.

With that final little pleasure administered, Shining was free to engage in their foreplay as well. He grasped his hooves behind Cadance’s head, eagerly pulling her down into a kiss. The ferocity of their embrace was such that each seemed to be devouring the other. Every touch, every moment, every intimate detail of their bodies melded together as they kissed.

But such was the nature of their activities that every second they spent together merely made them crave each other even more. A tale as old as time, they grew even more ravenous and addicted as their carnal display continued. Soon merely kissing each other would not be enough, the embrace of their hooves around each not even close to satisfying them. And of course, they knew exactly what they both still craved.

While still keeping up their endless kiss, Cadance also maneuvered her nethers back into position. Her teasing from earlier, abandoned for just a moment, could now finally be joined for the real deal. And so her plump, soft, inflamed lips, dripping with need and want but oh so sure of the conquest they would undertake, slowly encased over Shining’s equally eager dick. Just as she clenched and trembled with desire, Shining was also still throbbing and aching, every tingle from their connection sending jolts across their bodies. The system reciprocated itself from their hips to their lips, the pleasure overloaded their nerves and rendered them prisoner to their own desires.

True to this surrendering of wills, their bodies worked on autopilot, desperately grinding against each other and moving their hips up and down to create the friction that their senses so desired. Up, down. In, out. Entrance, cervix. Tip, balls. A dance so ingrained in their muscle memory that they could do it blind, and had.

Though not deliberately depriving themselves of sight in this instance, that particular sense might as well have not existed anyway they used it so little. For the most part, their eyes remained shut tight with pleasure, their exposure to each other and the outside world limited to what they could feel. This was in turn enhanced as they began to reach out to each other with their magic as well, their horns linking to each other and creating a direct connection between their senses. As the magic flowed in a loop between them, they became a party to what the other felt. The shared sensations multiplied exponentially, each getting to feel the effort and effects of their own actions in equal part. As Shining thrust into Cadance, he felt the thump of pleasure that burst through her accompanying it. As Cadance slammed her hips down, she felt the associated rumbling across Shining’s entire dick.

As amazing as it all was, they still had to pace themselves. As eager as they might have been to start their affection, they were keen to make it last as long as possible. Fitting as the close to an equally long day. At any rate, they still managed to find a good, slow and steady pace that allowed them to experience just as much pleasure without tiring themselves out too quickly. Cadance would go up, dragging her walls along Shining’s shaft, both coated in excessive amounts of lubrication. She would slam back down just as Shining thrust up to meet her, pushing her pink, puffy folds back in again.

How long their coitus lasted was beyond even them, focusing more on each other’s pleasure than any mundanities such as time or number of humps. They both knew it didn’t really matter. But as excellent as the sex was, sleep was an alluring prospect as well. And so, after an age of thrusting and slapping, they finally allowed themselves to be pushed over the edge. Unlike so many of the orgasms that Shining had experienced in his life, so quick and explosive this felt more… balanced. Their interlocked magic allowed for both of them to feel the chaotic triumph of the male orgasm, as well as the more prolonged and smooth female climax. Similarly, they were both parties to the warm afterglow that their sex left over them. Such was their exhaustion that they didn’t even bother saying goodnight, let alone consider decoupling themselves. They simply fell asleep, still tangled up in the primal mating display that they had undertaken.

And so they slept, husband and wife, cuddled together, ready to face whatever met them in the morning.

The End.