Cobalt Flash did his best not to fidget as he sat in the waiting hall. His nose twitched with foreign smells and his large, fluffy ears flicked at every clop and squeak. His leathery wings fluttered and attempted to flap at his sides, but he brushed them down with a hoof. His throat felt all too dry, but that was most likely due to the fact that he hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since he’d entered the castle.

The blue bat pony had left home with pep in his step and full saddlebags as soon as the letter summoning him to the capital had arrived. While he was sad to leave his family mango farm behind, he’d known for years that his place had never been at the farm. His parents, both of his sisters, and even his younger, unmarked, brother all had a natural affinity with mangoes he could never quite match. While the average pony couldn’t tell all that much, he knew, and he knew as sure as the shield and swords on his flank that his place was in the royal guard, and that fact had helped to lead him from his home.

The journey to Lum Castle had taken him days, but once he’d arrived and provided his name to the gate guards, everything had leapt forward at lightning speeds as he was whirled from one room to the next, told to wait until a different guard had him move again. The place he currently sat, a bench opposite a window overlooking the royal gardens, had actually been his longest stop, and it was making him nervous. He’d thought a guard would be along to move him, or perhaps take him into a smaller room for an interview, but if that was going to happen, it should have happened ages ago. He’d watched dozens of ponies pass by, and still he waited. Had he been forgotten? Were the guards forming a perimeter around him? Had he done something wrong? Committed some crime, simply because he was some farm-pony rube?

No, he knew what it was. It was the fact that he was still bare, that had to be it. He’d noticed it once he entered the city, but everypony wore clothes. Not just any clothes either, latex clothes. He’d seen them but once in his hometown of Fruity Forests, and that had been when Queen Lunaris herself had come to visit on the winter solstice. He’d been just a colt then, but seeing her had been inspiring. She was so beautiful and pristine, her body glistening in the moonlight, and that wasn’t to mention her guards, sharp, eagle-eyed, always ready to act, yet still dressed in that clinging, wonderful looking material. Cobalt shivered at the memory. It had left a distinct impression in his mind, but even as he grew older and his attraction to latex developed, he’d been left without. Clothing wasn’t something his family often thought of, certainly wasn’t something they could throw bits at.

And so he’d traveled to Lum Castle with nothing more than his saddlebags, and now he sat, wearing nothing but his traditional bat pony fluff, waiting to be jumped by the real royal guards and tossed into the breeze. Cobalt covered his face with his hooves. He was such an idiot for even thinking he belonged in a place as wonderful as-

“Are you Cobalt Flash?”

Cobalt blinked, then lowered his hooves and looked up. Just in front of him was an orange thestral. His muzzle and cheeks were covered in freckles, and his mane was ablaze in red, orange, and yellow. His eyes, a sharp, intelligent blue, also held a kindness that demanded that he feel more comfortable.

Cobalt let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, then froze as he realized that he’d been asked a question. A question he was not answering. A question that very well could cause the guards to leap out and drag him from the palace. He still had to answer, however, and he had to answer honestly. If he was going to be kicked out, he needed to do so with his head held high. He might not dress like the proper ponies of the castle, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t use his manners.

Unfortunately, any confident reply died on his tongue as his nerves forced a stuttering response out of him.

“Y-yes!” Cobalt answered, popping to his hooves and bobbing his head. He immediately paled. He didn’t know who this was. Was this an officer? Royalty? How could he not know? “I-I mean yes sir! I-I mean I just go by Cobalt, but-…” He sighed and rubbed the back of his head, his eyes falling to the floor. “Yes. I’m Cobalt Flash.”

“You’re cute,” the orange thestral giggled. “Follow me. I’ll show you the throne room.”

Cobalt blinked again as the pony turned away, wondering briefly if it was really that easy. He’d fumbled so much…

He then lurched forward, sprinting to catch up to the orange bat pony. The pony set an easy pace, and Cobalt fell in step beside him, trying his best to smile through his nervousness. The orange pony was probably somebody important, and was likely taking his measure even now. He just had to take a deep breath, keep calm, and say something smart. Cobalt took a breath, then let it out and looked at the orange pony, who grinned back. His confidence again vanished, and he managed to sputter out;

“S-so, how is your day going? Everything… good?”

He mentally cursed himself, even as the thestral laughed

“It’s been great!” the orange pony said. “Fresh mangoes for breakfast, and I got sent to meet a potential new friend! That’s always a treat.”

The pony smiled at him, and Cobalt blushed and looked away, not noticing as the pony eyed him up appraisingly. He was far too focused on trying to think of something else to say to keep the conversation flowing. The orange pony was definitely a kind soul to not immediately laugh him out of the royal halls, but he couldn’t rely on that kindness forever.

As he tried to take another calming breath, Cobalt noticed a soft squeaking sound emanating from his escort. Glancing over, he gulped, unsure as to how he had missed it the first time. From the neck down, the pony was covered with a black latex bodysuit. Orange accents traced the thestral’s body, and on his flank was emblazoned a barcode, above which was a symbol of a blue crescent, with three stars on the outer edge. He blinked at it, then realized where he recognized it; it was the royal seal, the same symbol was emblazoned on the many flags and banners decorating the castle.

He briefly had the urge to reach out and touch the rubbery material, its careful shine calling out to him like a moth to flame, but when he looked to his escort’s face, he found the pony still smiling at him, meeting his awed gaze with a knowing, almost pleased look. Cobalt felt his cheeks flush red and he looked away.

“S-sorry. We don’t see many-” he gulped “-suits, out on the mango farm.”

The thestral licked his lips.

“Mmmm mangoes, now those are delicious.” His ears flicked, and his head tilted slightly. “Would you like to touch it? My suit, I mean.”

Cobalt felt his face flush further, felt certain he was either purple, or pure crimson now with the amount of embarrassment he felt.

‘By the moon, I couldn’t keep it in my head for five minutes,’ he mentally groaned. ‘They’re going to throw me out for sure now.’

“N-no thanks,” he stuttered out. He immediately regretted his words. Of course he wanted to touch it, who wouldn’t? His curiosity, kept carefully in check for years, now so close to its goal, had to be satiated, and he asked; “I-Is it… comfortable?”

The pony’s smile became somewhat smug and he giggled again.

“Of course! Every suit is specially designed for the wearer. It’s practically a second skin for most ponies.” He shuddered, and his tail flicked happily. “My suit always makes me feel filled to the bursting with Momma’s love.”

Cobalt failed to notice as the orange pony began to blush. After a moment, the pony’s smile became sly, and his next step moved a touch to the side, bringing him closer to Cobalt.

“Are you sure you don’t want to touch it?” he asked, the tone of his voice telling anyone listening that he already knew the answer.

The pair stopped, with a red-faced Cobalt staring at the stallion next to him, or rather, the stallion’s alluring, latex covered, rump. Cobalt’s hoof shook as he reached out, but as it approached the alluring latex, he drew back. It was too far. He... He was going to get in trouble, and he should have just stayed home. Yes his cutie mark was a shield with two swords behind it, but he could make that mango related somehow! Yes, he just needed to make for a window, and then fly as hard as his wings could take him before he shamed himself any-

The orange thestral rolled his eyes, then side stepped again, bringing his flank in contact with Cobalt’s outstretched hoof. A shudder ran through the bat pony, and all traces of nervousness and self-doubt fled as he felt the rubbery material. Only one thought occupied his head; he needed to be in a latex suit. He didn’t much care what he had to do to get one, but he just needed to have that smooth, glossy latex pressing tightly around his entire body.

His hoof rubbed the pony’s flank slowly up and down.

“Wow,” he said breathlessly.

The pony giggled knowingly.

“First time?”

Cobalt nodded.

“I saw some from a distance just after I came of age, but I never got to experience any. Nothing can really survive picking mangoes all day, and I could never afford a set of… well, anything, for myself.” He chuckled. “You’d figure with how delicious mangoes are, we’d be swimming in money, but…” He shrugged. “We couldn’t save all that much. It’s hard to feed six bat ponies during the off season, and then there were all the bits for tree repair, and paying unicorns to make sure we didn’t have pests...”

He smiled sheepishly at the orange pony.

“Sorry, mango talk. The best fruit in all Stellaria is not easy to grow sometimes.”

The stallion looked like he’d been wounded by Cobalt’s words, and his hoof wrapped around Cobalt’s.

“That simply won’t do,” he said, staring deep into Cobalt’s eyes. “But don’t you worry. You’ve come to the right place.” His smile made a return and he winked, nodding in the direction they had been walking. “Come on, let’s make sure you get taken care of.”

Cobalt matched his smile and bowed his head slightly.

“Thank you…” He blinked, realizing that he had never asked for the pony’s name. “Ah… sir?”

With another giggle, the orange thestral moved forward, leaving Cobalt to once again stumble to catch up. Falling in step once more, Cobalt did his best to keep his eyes off the stallion at his side, a task that proved monumental as the squeaks of the pony’s suit seemed to fill his ears. Still, he managed to keep his eyes from straying too much, and eventually they came to a tall pair of doors flanked by a pair of blue-armored guards. Cobalt gulped as he stared at the pair. With their bodies covered in black rubber suits, and visors covering their eyes, they were almost indistinguishable from one another. Only their tails and manes poked out of their suits, giving any sign that it was truly a pony beneath the armor.

Cobalt glanced at the orange thestral at his side, who gave him a fanged grin and a knowing wink.

“That’s what you’re here for, right?”

Cobalt bobbed his head in answer.

“Y-yup. It… I don’t remember the guards being so... anonymous.” His eyes flicked back to the guard on his left, who didn’t seem to even twitch, merely stood, as if a statue. The sight sent a shiver down his spine, and he briefly wondered if all those rumors he’d heard about hypnosis were true.

“Outside the castle, the guards don’t wear the visors,” the orange pony explained. “That’s specifically an inside the castle feature.”

Cobalt nodded slowly, then felt his cheeks flush as he asked another question.

“And do you… know what’s on the visors?”

The thestral chuckled and shrugged.

“I think you’re going to have to tell me about it once your training is done.”

“If I get that far,” Cobalt mumbled, the doors opening before them. He automatically followed the orange pony as he walked forward, still lost in his self-deprecating thoughts. “I’m starting to think some mango farmer like me doesn’t belong here.”

“Well that is hardly the first thing I want to hear from one of my favored subjects.”

Cobalt shot to a panicked attention. He’d thought he’d been talking quietly, but a quick glance around found him in the center of a throne room, of the throne room. Massive stained-glass windows framed the great hall, depicting scenes that instantly brought a blush to his face. Blue banners hung from the ceiling, framing a purple statue of a crescent moon that sat behind the thrones. A deep purple carpet led to a slight set of stairs, setting the whole affair above ground level, making the alicorns appear even taller and more imposing. The speaker was a blue alicorn he recognized, and Cobalt stared slack jawed as Queen Lunaris smiled at him.

“Do come closer, Cobalt Flash,” she said. “I’ve been anticipating your arrival for some time now.” She chuckled and looked to the alicorn sitting at her right. “Tiara, this is that precious bat pony I told you about. The one that sent a letter requesting to be in the guard to me directly.”

As the pair shared a giggle, Cobalt felt his heart palpitate with nervousness.

“W-was I supposed to send it to someone else?” he squeaked.

Lunaris chuckled again and nodded, looking back to him.

“Commander Iron Glamour is usually the one who processes all of the royal guard applications, but do not fear Cobalt Flash, I appreciated your letter. It is why I summoned you here, after all.”

Cobalt continued to stare at her for a moment more, then his brain finally kicked into gear. He dropped to the floor in a low bow.

“T-thank you, your Majesty. It is my genuine honor to... be... here...”

Cobalt gaped as the orange pony that had led him to the throne room trotted forward without hesitation. He walked right up to the thrones, offering a nuzzle first to Lunaris, then Tiara, before settling down on a third throne that looked to be padded with more black rubber. Cobalt stared at the pony, earning him another chuckle from Lunaris. He looked to the alicorn, and she winked, nearly making him faint even as she turned and addressed the orange thestral.

“Fireheart, making new friends I see?”

“Yep!” Fireheart chirped. He looked at Cobalt with a broad smile. “I think Momma and Auntie like you.”

Cobalt felt his knees shake as the two alicorns once more looked at him. His eyes shot to the floor, and he prayed that he hadn’t made some offense by staring. How had he not known that the thestral was the prince? Yes, he’d never seen him before, and yes, descriptions were a bit hard to come by on the farm, but he was applying to be a guard! How was he supposed to guard ponies he couldn’t recognize on sight? He was going to be tossed out the door for s-

“Rise my dear,” Lunaris said, her voice silky smooth, and seemingly lacking in any sort of anger. “Although the view is appreciated, I’d much rather speak to your face than your backside.”

Cobalt nervously looked up, and when he found nothing but a genuine, almost motherly smile, he straightened slowly, doing his best not to fidget, even as the pounding in his chest began to slow.

“A-apologies your Majesty. I… um, today’s been a little overwhelming.”

Lunaris quirked an eyebrow.

“Oh? Do tell, Cobalt Flash.”

“It’s just Cobalt, actually,” he corrected instinctively. His ears pinned to the side of his head as he realized his error. “O-of c-course, if you’d like to call me something else-”

“Cobalt,” Lunaris soothed. “Take a deep breath. You are perfectly safe here, and whatever you fear is going to happen to you, I can assure that it won’t. Just breathe.”

She drew in a deep breath, motioning with her hoof for him to follow. Cobalt did as bid, drawing in a deep breath that caused the fluff on his chest to puff out. Lunaris smiled, then exhaled, with Cobalt doing so a moment behind.

“There,” she said. “Now, you said that you had an overwhelming day?”

“W-well, I guess I could start from the beginning,” he said slowly. “I…” He glanced at Fireheart, who gave him an encouraging nod. Feeling a little more bolstered by the prince’s support, Cobalt took another deep breath and met Lunaris’ gaze.

“I’ve wanted to join your guard for some time, your Majesty, and when I sent you that letter, I already thought it was a long shot.” He rubbed the back of his head with a hoof. “I’m the first pony in my family in generations to leave the mango farm, doing something like this took a lot of effort for us, but I guess I didn’t do enough, because coming here, seeing all of this…” He blushed and his tail tucked between his legs, again realizing that he was the only nude one in the room. Every single pony had on latex of some form or fashion. “It’s definitely outside my comfort zone.”

“Mmmm mangoes,” Fireheart moaned. “I forgot to ask, you didn’t happen to bring any, did you?”

Lunaris clicked her tongue.

“Fireheart, you had mangoes for breakfast.”

The prince whined and put on a pair of pouting eyes.

“But Mom…”

Cobalt fought between the urge to do nothing and side with the queen, or to reach for the mangoes in his saddlebags. Fireheart did look adorable with his pout, and he’d forgiven any accidental faux pas on his part, not to mention letting him get his first, wonderful taste of latex.

With that thought in mind, he gave in and turned, nosing open his saddlebags and gingerly biting the stems of what was supposed to have been his lunch; a freshly picked pair of mangoes. They’d been taken from the best tree in the orchard the day he’d left home, and with the love he knew his parents packed into every fruit, he knew they were some of the tastiest mangoes on the planet.

Cobalt turned forward again with a nervous smile.

“I have some mangoes I can spare,” he mumbled through gritted teeth.

Fireheart squealed with delight and sprang from his seat. In an orange blur he sprinted up to Cobalt, snatched the mangoes away, then trotted happily back to his throne, strutting with a puffed up chest and a big smile. He plopped down and a loud squish filled the air, chased by a moan as he devoured the first mango.

“Schooo good,” he moaned.

Cobalt let out a light chuckle.

“Freshly picked, your Highness.”

He glanced to Lunaris to find her still smiling at him, offering a subtle wink, even as she turned to chastise the orange stallion.

“You’ll ruin your appetite for lunch today, Fireheart.”

Another squish and another moan was her reply, and she shook her head, chuckling as she looked back to the blue bat pony before her.

“So, a mango farmer.” She gave the still moaning prince a side-glance. “I don’t need to say how valuable that skill set is. Where is your farm?”

“Fruity Fields, your Majesty,” Cobalt said.

“And what drew you away from your family business to ask to enter my service?” Lunaris hummed.

Cobalt gulped, and his eyes flicked to Fireheart’s suit again. He did his best not to sweat as he started his answer, thinking hard on how to not sound desperate.

“W-well, there are a couple of reasons, your Majesty. The first of which is;'' he turned and drew back his saddlebags, displaying the shield and crossed swords that were his cutiemark. “When I was a colt, you actually visited our village on the winter solstice to celebrate a record harvest. Seeing you, and then seeing your guards, decked out in armor, stoic and ready to protect…” He smiled faintly. “It really inspired me to more outside the farm. Mom and Dad have special talents in mangoes, and my sisters have never really wanted to leave. Even my little brother has an easier time picking out the freshest mangoes than I do, and I've worked for five more seasons than him.”

Cobalt rolled his shoulders and let his saddlebags fall back into place.

“When I got my cutie mark while saving my sister from timberwolves, I just knew that I had to at least try to join your guard. So when I came of age, I trained as best I could for a little while, then sent my letter.”

Lunaris nodded slowly, her eyes focused squarely on him, yet somehow still glazed in thought, as if combing over his every word. Eventually she said;

“I see.” She smiled and gave a firmer nod. “Yes, I think you would fit in nicely with my royal guards on that front.”

Cobalt puffed up with a touch of pride, but immediately deflated when she asked;

“And the other reason?”

“T-the other reason?” he squeaked.

Lunaris’ smile grew wider and became somewhat predatory as she leaned forward.

“Come now dear, I like honesty in my guards. Everypony knows how the royal family dresses these days, and my guards have been dressed similarly for some years now. So tell me, my adorable little bat pony, what is the other reason you are here?”

The fact that she knew exactly why he’d come to enter her service should have sent his nerves into overdrive, but given the look the lunar queen was giving him, he felt strangely… calm. He hadn’t heard a trace of disappointment or anger in her voice, could see no traces of such in any of the ponies he was facing. A warm feeling started in his hooves, slowly making its way up his body, easing his remaining anxiousness, and giving him a slight boost in confidence as he spoke.

“I... While training to join up, I did happen to see some of your guards, from a distance of course." He blushed. "And I loved how they looked, how powerful, and attractive they were. I was attracted to the suits of your guards, of all of you really,” he answered honestly. He looked around, blushing as he took in all of the glossy latex suits around him. “Until today, I’ve never been around so much latex. My family doesn’t have any. The farm always had foals for the longest time, but as we grew up, we simply... didn't get any latex. Farm work isn’t safe for it, and I didn’t want to get anything for myself that would be easily damaged by a day’s work.” He shuddered and smiled dreamily. “But after that day seeing your guards, the thought of being wrapped head to tail in latex, feeling it press on my body, seeping into every hole, even hypnotizing me…” He coughed and looked away, thinking that perhaps his thoughts said aloud were too much. Glancing at the royals, however, he found Queen Tiara and Fireheart smiling knowingly. Cobalt blushed, but met Lunaris’ eyes. “I very much would like to join your service, to be put in one of your suits. Nothing would make me happier, and even if I’m not a guard, I would accept any opportunity to join you.”

He was surprised when he found a frown on the lunar queen’s muzzle. She tapped her hoof in thought before she spoke again.

“Cobalt, you said that your family has no latex? None whatsoever?”

Cobalt blinked, then nodded.

“None, your Majesty. As I said, it wouldn’t survive farm work, and while we’re not by any means struggling, investing in something like latex for everyone?” He shook his head. “Somepony would be left out, so we simply… don’t have anything.”

He again felt surprised as a flash of anger flickered through Lunaris’ eyes.

“I thank you for bringing this to my intention Cobalt. I have evidently been spending too much time at home and I have failed to recognize the plight of my subjects. I can assure you that we will have this remedied.”

Her horn charged and a small bell floated out from the side of her throne. With a single ring, a door on her left opened, and a mare in a maid’s suit trotted out and up to the throne. Lunaris leaned over and whispered something in the maid’s ear, and with a nod, the maid was gone, trotting briskly through the door she had entered from.

Lunaris let out a deep breath as the door closed behind the maid. She turned to face Cobalt once more, and her smile made a return.

“I offer you my deepest apologies my dear. After my maids pay a visit to gather your family’s measurements, I will have some of Miss Ocean Breeze’s finest farm fetish gear sent to your home.”

Cobalt felt his jaw slowly lower in awe, then he sprang forward into a bow.

“Thank you Queen Lunaris! Oh, they’re going to be so excited, especially Mountain Climber. She’s always been self-conscious about her bad wing and wants to wear something to make it rest comfortably and cover up the scars…” He trailed off, then frowned. His eyes traced the floor in thought, then rose to meet Lunaris’ gaze. “I don’t mean to complain about a gift… but will the latex last? We usually worked all hours of the day to make sure we always gathered mangoes at exactly the right time, and sometimes that involved leaping out of bed and into the orchards.”

Lunaris giggled.

“As you will come to know very soon, Miss Ocean’s latex is woven with magic. I think that your family will find that it won’t wear, tear, or lose its shine. It will just need a wash every few days, and that can be done easily with soap and water.”

Cobalt’s awed smile returned.

“Wow, to think that survivable latex was so close at hoof…” He shook himself and his tail waggled as did a little dance in place. “Thank you, your Majesty! My family is going to be so surprised. Is there anything I can do to thank you?”

“Your gratitude is more than enough Cobalt.” She chuckled. “In fact, I should be thanking you for not marching in here yelling for my head. It is my oversight that left your family isolated from one of the pleasures of Stellaria, and I am simply glad to see that oversight remedied.”

She tapped a rubber-clad hoof on her chin.

“However, if you truly want to repay me…”

Cobalt bobbed his head.

“Of course, your Majesty, anything at all! I can’t express in words how much this means to me.”

Lunaris hummed.

“Excellent.” She straightened on her throne, as did Tiara and Fireheart. “Cobalt Flash, I have found you adequate for a place in my royal guard. If there are no objections, we can begin your training.”

“N-now?” Cobalt asked, breathless.

Lunaris grinned.

“Now, little bat. The guard needs new members, and I think you will fit in perfectly.”

She stomped her right hoof, and a door to the right of the throne opened. A tall maroon stallion strode forth, the black and purple guard suit hugging his curves as he moved. The pegasus stopped before the throne, staring at Cobalt with an even frown for a moment before turning to Lunaris and bowing.

“My Queen.”

Lunaris offered the guardspony a smile.

“Strong Hoof, this is your new recruit; Cobalt. Please see him fitted and begin his indoctrination immediately.” She glanced at the blue bat pony from the corner of her eye, and her smile widened. “I think he’s going to enjoy that in particular, so feel free to let Nurse Grey Horn know that she can use some advanced indoctrination methods on him. I believe that he will impress,” she chuckled and shrugged, “or break, but perhaps that is his true goal.”

Strong Hoof looked at Cobalt again with a visible look of disbelief.

“Really, this little thing? He looks like he’ll faint if one more pony talks to him. Are you sure he isn’t one of Prince Fireheart’s playmates?”

“That remains to be seen,” Lunaris said. “I shall send additional training instructions along shortly, but regardless, I have approved his guard application. He starts today.”

Strong Hoof eyed Cobalt up and down a moment longer, then bowed to the blue alicorn.

“Of course, my Queen.” He looked toward Cobalt and nodded toward the door he had entered the throne room from. “Follow me then recruit. We’ve got plenty to do.”

Cobalt skipped to a start at his words, moving toward the stallion before the full grasp of what had just occurred dawned on him. He was in. He was going to be a royal guard, and was going to be fitted for his own suit. Soon he’d just be another face in the castle, another body wrapped in smooth, glossy rubber. He shivered in fantasy, then felt a shock as he remembered his manners. He slid to a stop and turned, bowing to the queens.

“Thank you very much, your Majesties. I won’t waste this opportunity, I promise!”

Queen Tiara giggled and looked to her sister.

“It seems this one likes his bowing.”

“Or he’s trying to present early,” Lunaris replied, sharing the chuckle. “You’re very much welcome, Cobalt. I expect great things from you.” A wolfish grin spread on her muzzle. “Do feel free to bow plenty once you’ve been suited properly.”

Cobalt rose with a blush on his cheeks, but a smile on his muzzle.

“I’ll try, your Majesty.”

He again started to move toward Strong Hoof, but again paused as his path brought him closer to Fireheart. It had been a few brief moments, yet he felt as if he owed the prince the world. If nothing else, he had to thank him for being such a gracious host.

“Thank you, my Prince…” Cobalt flushed redder, but pressed on, keeping his voice steady. “...for my first touch.”

The orange thestral slipped off his throne and chuckled, booping Cobalt’s nose with his hoof.

“You’re still cute, soon to be cuter, my rubber pony.” Cobalt held back a moan as the stallion brushed against his side, giving him another taste of the rubber soon to be covering him. “And you’re welcome. Enjoy your second touch. The next time we meet, we’re going to be touching rubber to rubber.” He giggled. “I hope you’re ready.”

Lost in the sensation of the rubber pressing against his side, Cobalt briefly considered asking what he meant, but a loud grunt drew his eyes. Strong Hoof stared at him, though this time, the stallion had a slight smile on his muzzle. He nodded again toward the door.

“Come on, recruit. You can play with the prince later.”

“If he’s good,” Fireheart giggled.

Cobalt yelped and skipped forward into a trot as a rubber covered wing slapped across his ass. The sound of laughter followed both sets of his reddening cheeks as he walked side by side with Strong Hoof into a dark hallway.

Author's Note

Welcome to Stellaria! Below are links to the royalty of Stellaria (cause FIM Fic doesn't like putting the images in the comments, lol).

Queen Lunaris & Fireheart

Prince Fireheart

Queen Lunaris

Queen Tiara