The Prince's Predicament

Shining had hoped that, with the night being so great and ending up in a different bed, and no detectable poisons in his food, that the dream would stop recurring. He didn't like it, and was really upset when he drifted off to find himself once again tied down.

But again, it was different. Whereas last time, the walls had gone from black to grey, they had lightened up again. He was tied not to a cross, nor to a rack, but to a bed. A comfortable bed, at that. Even more, his bindings felt like they were made of leather, rather than steel.

Most peculiar of all, however, was the pony in the corner, likely a mare. The place where she now sat had been in complete darkness the last two times, or at least dark enough that he couldn't see it.

"Hello?"

He wasn't sure whether she was part of the dream, or if she'd been brought in. She seemed to be a unicorn, but then her wings began to spread.

"Princess Luna? Is that you?"

There was no answer. If it was Luna, and she was being blocked by something, would it allow her to watch without being able to appear, even in a diminished state?

The door swung open, and both of them looked to the source of the noise as the stallion came in. "Hello, my pet."

Shining looked back to the alicorn. "Whenever you're ready, jump in."

The stallion sauntered up to the foot of the bed with a smirk on his face. He was now light grey, like the walls, with scraggly dark blue hair, with a silver streak running through it. For the first time, too, he had eyes, brilliant and azure. Were it not for the fact that Shining knew what was supposed to happen, he'd be just fine meeting this stallion on the street, because he didn't look nearly as sinister now that he had facial features.

"Did you miss Daddy?"

"You always ask that. Why would my answer change?"

"Because Daddy missed your tasty arse."

Shining rolled his eyes as the stallion squeezed.

"Daddy missed you so much."

"You know what would make me more inclined to come back? If you didn't grab me like that."

"You like my hoof on your arse, my pet?"

Shining endured the slap. "If you could be more gentle, sure."

The stallion chuckled. "You're such a slut."

"You say that, but I'm not the one propositioning you."

"Is it release you want, my pet?"

Shining pulled his head to the side to tell Luna that he was ready to be untied, but to his surprise, the alicorn watching him was rubbing herself to the interaction. "Luna!?"

"Beg for my cock, pet."

"Luna, please..."

The lash came out, and its crack only served to make the alicorn more fervid. "Tell Daddy how much you want him!"

"I'm begging you," cried Shining, tears running down his cheeks. "Put a stop to this!"

Another lash. "Beg for me to rail you!"

"Please!!" The mare tossed back her head, loving the scene before her.

"Tell me how much you want me inside of you!"

"Stop this!"

"Beg me to fuck you, slut!"

As the final lash went across Shining's flank, he wept. Not for the sting of the lash and not for what was about to happen. He wept because despite being surrounded by more ponies than ever, he'd never felt so alone. He'd always had somepony around to watch out for him, even when he was being a jerk.

"There's a good slut. Open your mouth for Daddy."

As he opened his jaw, he took one more look at the pony in the corner, masturbating furiously. He had but one hope. He couldn't see her face, no matter how hard he squinted. He had to presume, by the logic that the stallion had been faceless until tonight, that she, too, was part of the dream, and a figment of his imagination. She wasn't Princess Luna, she was just some faceless bitch who was hoofing off to his torture. If this was to be a nightmare, his nightmare, then it stood to reason that he should feel as bad as possible, for whatever reason.

So, why, then, did the stallions testicles smell so much better tonight than they had the past two nights? Could it be that his brain, in a loving and kind gesture, wanted him to feel better? No longer was it the smell of Pyre's sweaty jock strap, but the fresh, aromatic musk of straight balls. Or rather, bisexual balls, but the scent was without contaminants. There was no sweat, no cotton, just the natural draw of Pyre.

"Slick Daddy up, pet. You know how you react when I go in dry."

Shining didn't know what to think anymore. If this dream was brought on by the drugs, that would make sense, but why was he being drugged? If it was his brain trying to teach him a lesson, there were really only two logical conclusions: Either it was trying to tell him that being gay was wrong, which he was going to fight against, or that being gay was fun, in which case it was doing a piss-poor job. If it was Luna trying to mess with him (which would be very odd, as Luna wasn't a big fan of pranks, and probably wouldn't go this far), it was in poor taste.

"You're really wanting this, aren't you? Well, I'll not keep you in suspense any longer."

Shining just sighed and watched the alicorn in the corner, who was not wearing a tiara, have her fun. There was nothing else for him in the dream, as it was just numbness and hooves and a single line before the end. If there was anything to learn from this, it would come from the mare in the shadows. He wanted to know what his brain was trying to tell him, and as she was the biggest revelation, she had to mean something. She had to be important, somehow.

"Ready my pet? Here comes your release!"

As shining felt the dribblings of his cum hit his chest, and also his chin, he closed his eyes. It was time to wake up.

Except, he didn't. Not right away, at any rate. For the first time, the dream was continuing onward.

"That was beautiful, my love," smiled the alicorn, approaching them both. "Where'd you find somepony so willing to cooperate?"

"Oh, around," chuckled the stallion.

"Well, see that he comes back," chuckled the mare, walking out of the room. Every fourth hoofbeat was accompanied by a wet squish. "He's an adorable cumdumpster, Shiny."

Shining looked up at the stallion standing over the top of him. He didn't look like Shining, per his usual self-exposure. This was not the mirror image he was used to, but the unfamiliar look that he had in photographs. Every line of his face was the same, just flipped. He hadn't recognised himself because, apart from the flip, he had a different voice, and the stallion above him looked like he'd been covered on coal dust.