CTS West: The Illusion Room
A light flashes in a crumbling hallway and the stone shines with an eerie gray glow. As that light fades, it leaves behind a white pegasus with a navy mane. As soon as the light is gone, the world almost seems to settle into an inky black. No sound is heard amongst the endless darkness, simply pure silence.
Things remain that way until the pegasus bolts up with a loud gasp that echoes through the halls. As he stands up, his eyes adjust to the world, revealing that it is not a void of inky black, but a starry night. The darkness can be accounted for by the lack of the moon shining its light into this ruin.
Walking around, the pegasus notices that the hall he’s in is crumbling. Parts of the wall are missing, the roof of the hall is completely gone, and the arches that once led into the adjacent rooms are all but reduced to rubble.
Walking along, the stallion catches his reflection in a puddle on the floor where the rain had pooled. His navy mane is a complete mess and his sweater vest is dusty. Thankfully, it isn’t his favourite green one, but still, he’s disappointed that it’s dirty.
Looking around the large room that lay before him, he begins to wonder how he came to be here. The last thing he remembers is having dinner with his husband, Hefty Shield, at their favourite restaurant. Being that they lived in the city, and that many of the fancy restaurants sat on the bay, it was not surprising that their dinner was overlooking the water. It was a lovely dinner, a shared Caesar Salad and a bowl each of their favourite soup, West Bay Garden Soup. That meal seems so long ago, and now he’s lost in a crumbling ruin.
Walking further into the large room, he notices that the structure bears a striking resemblance to a castle. If the large tables are anything to go by, he’s in a grand dining room. Admittedly, the tables are rather broken down, and they lack what once must have been well-upholstered chairs.
The whole room kind of reminds him of the University’s dining hall when Nightmare Night came around. Having an old enough history to remember the times of great feasts, the University had taken to having them whenever an occasion called for it.
Perhaps it is simply that he is having a bad dream about the school in ruin, but if that was the case, then Princess Luna should be along shortly. Yet it had been long enough that if she was coming, then she would surely have been here already. This causes him to stop and ponder if this is not a nightmare but a dream. He did love the ancient history of Equestria. After all, he taught about the historical writings and locations of Equestria.
Thinking about his job makes the pegasus miss his classroom, where he would regularly bring in photos and paintings of the ancient ruins and historical locations across Equestria. He could see it now; hanging on the walls at the front of the classroom were large canvases of the Canterlot Gardens, the Stalliongrad wall, the Castle of the Two Pony Sisters, and his desk sitting beneath the images. He had a silly light-up plaque hanging on the front of his desk displaying his name, Joyful Word.
While he reminisces, Joyful walks into what is unmistakably the Grand Hall of the castle. Looking straight at what was once the throne, he realizes where he is. Joyful Word is in the Castle of The Two Pony Sisters. Though the joy of the realization quickly wears off as he also realizes that he still has no idea how he came to arrive there.
Sitting down on his haunches, he stares off into the distant sky which shines through the many gaps in the ceiling, trying to recall any memory of how he could have come there.
Joyful is so focused on his memories that he doesn’t notice the starry cloud taking shape on the remains of the throne. The cloud of starry mist, unobserved by the pegasus staring deeply into the night, begins to take shape. First are the legs, a deep inky black, clad with royal silver horseshoes. Next is the torso, just as dark as the legs but with velvet splotches towards its rear end, and a crescent moon adorning each of the largest splotches on the pony’s flank. A beautiful starry tail swishes silently behind the flank of the pony. Wings protrude from their back, beautiful and larger than the white pegasus’ wings. Last but not least is the neck, head and mane. From the second the head appears, it’s obvious that this is an alicorn, its long horn protruding from its head and mane. The mane has the same starry design as the tail, both of which seem to flow in an ethereal breeze.
Joyful Word sits oblivious to the world as he goes over his day. He had started it as usual, waking up his husband with a kiss on the cheek and letting him know that breakfast was ready. The thought of the brown coat and steely-grey mane of his lover is enough to make the stallion smile. They would eat breakfast together, and then Joyful would have to head out before Hefty, since his first class started at the opening bell.
More often than not, Joyful would arrive for lunch in the staff room to find his husband having just set out lunch for the both of them. On this day, his wonderful lover had brought some of his best parmesan casserole, clearly made from scratch that very morning.
After their wonderful lunch, they went their separate ways, as was their duty; one to enlighten the minds of the students, the other to watch over their safety. The rest of the day went quickly, and dinner too, before they were both on the cable car towards the wharf.
Then there was a strange coughing sound, almost like someone in the car was trying to call his attention. That memory seemed wrong, as he remembers the rest of the car being quiet, but as he’s thinking back to stepping on the car, he hears it again.
In a couple of quick blinks, Joyful is no longer on that cable car, but back in reality. His head whips around to face the source of the noise, although he almost wishes he hadn’t. On top of the remnants of the throne sits the dark goddess, Nightmare Moon.
“It’s about time you noticed me.” Her voice is as cold as ice, and the temperature in the room almost seems to drop to match it. “You have trespassed on my resting place, and for that you will pay!” The snap of her wings is audible as she takes off, fangs bared, barreling towards Joyful. It’s only through quick thinking and trained pegasus reflexes that the white stallion dodges the dark goddess’s first attack.
Moving like the wind has possessed him, the stallion takes off down the nearest hall. As he tears through the darkness, he can hear the dark goddess laughing and giving thunderous chase. Sliding under a fallen pillar and jumping over a collapsed doorway, Joyful speeds away from the mad alicorn.
Bolts of magic whiz past Joyful as he rounds a corner, just barely being able to see that the wall where the spells hit have turned to ice. Whipping up a quick gust with his wings, he blows dust into the air, hoping to delay the dark spirit or confuse it as to his route, just before he turns another corner.
This, however, does not slow Nightmare Moon in the slightest; instead, she seems to be catching up. Joyful grabs ahold of an old spear that’s lying on the ground and uses it as a pivot to fling himself right back past the dark goddess.
This certainly cathces her off guard, especially as he hits her horn on the way through. The spell that was waiting to be cast fizzles and the dark goddess is staggered, if only slightly. Joyful is so glad he took Hefty’s advice and joined a krav-pega martial arts group. Better that he know how to temporarily disable a unicorn and not need it than need it and not have it. Now if only they had covered how to handle mad alicorns in that group…
Thinking himself clever, Joyful Word heads back to the throne room and into the other side of the castle, not noticing that this side has banners emblazoned with crescent moons. As he runs, he begins to hear hooves falling on the stone that aren’t his own. Go figure, he should have known that just hitting the dark alicorn on the horn once wasn’t going to be enough to stop her. He needed to use something bigger, or for her to use a more powerful spell. After all, the more power in the spell, the more feedback the caster felt if it was disrupted.
Digging around for something to fight back with would take too much time, and the dark goddess would catch him for sure. Setting a trap had the same problem. Perhaps he would just have to chance a direct attack on her in the hope of scoring a clean shot at her horn, though it would be risky. Maybe if he could find another spear or a pole to use as a pivot again.
His mind keeps running though ideas, but before he can act on one he finds himself staring down the Moon Goddess again. “Nowhere for you to run now, you little pest!” She charges down the corridor at the white stallion.
He makes to move left only to find the doorway covered in ice, forcing him to dodge right instead. As he runs, he notices the mad pony sealing off doorway after doorway in ice, like she’s herding him towards a specific room.
With all the speed he has, he slams into the most recent doorway, the one that was turning to ice right in front of him. The hit does little but make his shoulder hurt and force him to go to the right anyway.
As he is once again forced to go right, he finds himself in a hallway that has several doors, all of which are iced over with godly efficiency, forcing him straight down the hall and into the one room that hadn’t yet been frozen.
Tumbling into the room, Joyful realizes that this is where Nightmare Moon was herding him, a dead end. Though not the dead end he had expected. As he tumbles onto a soft rug, he is able to see the rest of the room. It looks like a royal bedroom, with many decorations and fancy furniture spread throughout.
The stallion doesn’t have long to admire the scenery, as a starry cloud whisks into the room and forms the dreaded goddess of the moon, Nightmare Moon. “Now I have you, my crafty little pony. You have disturbed my home, and now I’m going to make you pay.” She lifts Joyful into the air and tosses him onto the bed, which almost seems to give way under his weight. It’s the softest bed he’s ever felt, and soon he isn’t the only pony on it.
There she is, the goddess of the moon, Nightmare Moon in all her glory, staring hungrily down at him. “My, my, what a delicious sight you are. And you even come with a cute little bell. Give it a ring for me.”
This sets gears working in Joyful Word’s head. A bell? He brings his tail up. Attached to the end is a crystal bell, but that means…
“Well? I’m waiting.” The tall alicorn is staring down at him expectantly. He lifts a hoof to his neck as he rings the bell just once. His collar is wrapped around his neck; the adamantine one. He was in the society, that was for sure, but who was the pony disguised as an alicorn?
“Good,” the velvety voice of the goddess sounds, and before he knows it, she’s on top of him, pressing him into the mattress. Joyful is near panic, and as expected, he prepares to use a safe word, but as it floods his mind, so too do memories. He remembers talking to Hefty that evening.
* * *
“Don’t worry, Honey,” Hefty said before kissing his love on the head, “if it’s too much, think “Clockface,” and you’ll remember that you agreed to going into the illusion room.”
Joyful looked up into his lover’s eyes. “Okay. I hope I won’t need to, but it’s good to have just in case. So future me, if you’re remembering this while there is an alicorn “goddess” waiting for you, you’d better hurry up and listen to what she says.”
This prompted a snicker out of Hefty, “Let’s do it, ok?”
* * *
Looking up at the goddess above him, Joyful notices that she’s not so much laying on top of him but more pinning him with her lower half. He looks towards her crotch and notices that she also has a cock, which is hanging slightly out of its sheath. “Now you seem to understand what you’re supposed to do,” the sultry-velvet voice sounds from above him. “Go to work with that mouth of yours.”
The pegasus wastes no time in taking the cock into his mouth. The taste is something that he enjoys quite a bit; having served his master many times, he had grown used to that specific taste. Even disguised as it is, he knows it’s his husband’s cock.
With this realization, he redoubles his efforts by bobbing his head up and down the length of the shaft even faster than he had before. This coaxes some excited moans out of the alicorn above him. His tongue wraps around the shaft growing in his mouth, adding that extra little bit of stimulation. That extra little bit is enough to convince the dark goddess above him to start thrusting into his mouth. The thrusts are soft at first, his goddess humping in reaction to the sensations being given to her cock.
Joyful brings his hooves up to play with the balls, and to his surprise, the cunt that his goddess has. Being a stallion’s stallion, he doesn’t care much for pussy, but given that his lover has both cock and cunt as well as the visage of a goddess, he decides to play with it. One of his hooves gently fondles the balls of his goddess while the other starts rubbing the now winking pussy. Though his ministrations are clumsy at first, they’re enough to drive his lover wild.
Those soft thrusts quickly pick up in speed. The dark alicorn above him is now fucking his face at a rather quick pace, though not so much that he can’t handle. Her thrusts quickly ratchet up in power as she hits her peak and pumps her hot cum into his mouth. “Mmm… You have quite the mouth. I can’t wait to see how the rest of you fares.”
Without warning, Nightmare Moon sits back on Joyful’s cock, which slides into her pussy with ease. It’s a sensation Joyful Word isn’t used to; having his cock in a warm and wet embrace like this was usually a treat that he was given as a reward for being a good slave. Though he’d been given the chance to fuck a tight ass, it’d been quite some time since he’d felt the embrace of a pussy. He hadn’t enjoyed the experience in the past, but he doesn’t see any harm in trying it again under these circumstances.
Having his cock in his lover-turned-alicorn-goddess’ snatch is something else. The warmth feels amazing, and the squeezing tightness is beyond belief. He certainly doesn’t last long. His goddess riding him like a bucking bull drives him quickly over the edge. In a quick and instinctual move, Joyful grabs his goddess’ hips and slams himself deep into her, filling her with his hot jizz.
“Did I tell you that you could cum inside my sacred folds?!” his goddess rages as she rises off of his cock. With the tell-tale tinkle of magic, Joyful finds himself off the bed and on his hooves with chains holding him in place. “Ponies who disobey their goddesses must be punished, and now it’s your turn.”
That’s the last thing Joyful hears before he feels the sting of a riding crop striking his flank. The surprise hurts more than the actual blow, but knowing it’s coming doesn’t help him when it hits his other flank. Each strike forces a yelp out of him, although the second one is admittedly quieter than the first. Another strike comes, and so continues the punishment, each strike just missing where the last one on that side hit. Soon, Joyful Word’s yelps became moans; not of agony, but ecstasy, as his goddess uses her skills with the crop to bring pain and pleasure in equal measures.
Suddenly, the blows stop. “You have learned your lessons; that I can bring comfort and harm, and that you belong to me.” The dark alicorn’s velvety voice whispers in Joyful’s ear as she places her legs on either side of his stinging flanks. Her cock rubs against his tail hole, slick as if she had been lubing up while striking him with her crop. “Now let me show you just how truly you belong to me.”
Quickly, she sinks her cock deep into his depths. She’s much bigger than he’s used to, making it only two-thirds of the way into his ass. Just the feeling of her cock filling him makes him cry out. He certainly wasn’t prepared for the first thrust. Each thrust after is just as hard as the last, if not harder. Each time the dark alicorn pushes deeper, she brings a scream of pleasure out of the stallion’s lungs.
The thrusting quickly picks up in pace as the dark alicorn goddess above him weaves her magic, targeting her own cock and balls rather than his. Her thick shaft pounds into Joyful harder than he has ever felt before. Tears are rolling down his cheeks. Never before had he felt so dominated and overpowered. Very quickly, he is brought to another orgasm, his cum splattering across the floor beneath him as his cock flops about underneath.
Once his orgasm ends, his goddess shifts her position and ups her pace, driving Joyful into heaven as each thrust stimulates his prostate. After only a couple of pumps, his cum is once again splattering across the floor, though not as voluminous as before. Yet the pounding continues for what seems like hours.
Soon, Joyful is completely empty, his balls drained of cum, but his goddess has yet to cum a second time. As if reading his mind, she leans down and whispers in his ear, “Beg for it.”
With what little voice he has left, Joyful does just that. “Please! My Goddess! Give me your cream!”
His cries echo around the room.
“Please fill me! I need your cum, My Goddess!”
Still there was no relief; no filling warmth, so again he tries.
“Please! MY Goddess! MY QUEEEN! Make ME YOURS! I am YOUR TOY, YOUR SLAVE!”
The screams echo in the room and beyond, shattering the sound-proofing wards on the illusion room. At this, Nightmare Moon works her magic, inaudible over the cries of her sex slave, and with a last hard thrust, begins filling her loyal toy with his much-deserved reward.
The hour of pounding Joyful’s ass has the dark alicorn edged almost to the point of breaking. Had Joyful not begged quick enough, or had she not released the spell, it still would have broken of its own accord.
Now she’s balls deep in a wonderfully tight ass and her cum is filling him up nicely. She could feel the cum oozing out of her lover’s ass and rolling down his legs. Quite the wonderful sensation to fill your partner past the point of full. Pulling out, the dark goddess shoots the last of her load all over the white stallion’s navy tail, streaking it like the starry night that her tail is currently depicting. It’s quite the sexy sight, though seeing her love pass out from exhaustion isn’t quite as lovely.
Acting quickly, Hefty Shield in alicorn disguise carries the unconscious stallion into the nearest aftercare room and calls for a Den Mother. One is quick to check Joyful Word, and once she’s sure that he’s alright, she slips an aftercare hoodie onto him before giving Hefty a smile.
“He’s fine. He’s just passed out from exhaustion. I will be nearby in case something else comes up, but for now, hold him close. Will the changeling fire potion wear off in less than half an hour?”
“It should, but if you have the counter potion it would be greatly appreciated,” Hefty says with a smile before looking back to Joyful. He soon feels a tap as the Den Mother gently hoofs over the counter potion. “Thank you. You Den Mothers are always so prepared. It’s nice to know that you guys are there, even if we don’t always need your help.”
He pops open the cork on the potion and quickly downs it. In a flash of green fire, he’s back to his usual self, brown coat, steely-grey mane and all.
“There’s a reason we’re here,” she nods. “Just because most of the time things are fine doesn’t mean that’s always going to be the case. As it is, I was dispatched because your lover passed out. You signaling what room only reinforced the need for me to come. Now relax and be there for him.”
With a smile, the Den Mother heads out of the room, leaving the two stallions alone. Hefty sits there, holding Joyful for what seems like ages before the stallion finally wakes up.
Looking down into Joy’s eyes, Hefty can’t help but to smile. “Hey there, sleeping beauty. How are you feeling?”
Joyful looks back up into Heft’s eyes, “I’m a little tired, honey, but other than that, I feel good.”
Hefty leans down and kisses Joyful, a quick but loving kiss. “Once you feel up to it, we’ll head home.”
The two of them lay there, enjoying the wonderful closeness after their wonderful session.
