The Prince's Predicament

After a quick romp between the sheets with Cadance, Shining went to bed. He wasn't satisfied with dinner, and he wasn't satisfied with Cadance once again suggesting that he let another stallion bed her. Even if he wasn't around, he had issues with the idea.

When he'd proposed to Cadance, he'd made a deal with Luna. Once they were married, Luna would devote her efforts away from solving Shining's nightmares unless there was either no one else in Equestria that needed help, or if his nightmares were causing his waking life to be different than it should be. If he failed to send troops where they needed to go because he was scared of a monster under the bed, Luna would step in, but otherwise, they would stand united to protect the dreamers of Equestria. Her by cleaning up nightmares, and him by keeping their homes secure.

He hadn't thought about that deal since the last time he'd spoken to Luna, and even then, it was a passing thought that didn't really need a full discussion, or even any discussion. Luna had written to him after every nightmare to check in on him, and they were thankfully few and far between.

The only reason that thought was crossing his mind right now was because he knew he'd be receiving a letter with his breakfast as soon as he fell asleep. He opened his eyes to find himself tied to a rack, rather than his bed. He was in some kind of dark basement, with a wooden arched door at the far end.

It was quiet for a moment, but after a bit of waiting, the door swung slowly open, and a black, faceless stallion entered the room. "Hello, my pet," he said, stepping closer. "Did you miss daddy?"

Shining kept his mouth shut. Even if this was just a dream, he prided himself on his defenses. Whether it was protecting from physical threats with guards, magical threats with abjuration, or international espionage with silence, he was stoic as a stone wall. While he had been bested before, he'd not gone quietly, and that was against some of Equestria's greatest foes. The worst of them had even been a challenge to Celestia and Luna. Shining was proud of his ability to put up resistance.

"Because Daddy missed your tasty arse," chuckled the faceless stallion, grabbing Shining's hind end. "Daddy missed you so much."

Shining said nothing, only scowling. This was a dream, and he knew it. He just had to power through it and wake up tomorrow morning, and he'd be fine.

A swift smack to his flank caused him to let out a yelp. It didn't hurt, and he knew it wasn't going to cause damage, but it surprised him, for sure.

"You like my hoof on your arse, my pet?" the stallion chuckled. "You're such a slut."

"You can release me," growled Shining. "Then we shall see who's hoof is on whom's arse."

"is it release you want, my pet?"

"Do it quickly, and I'll go easy on you."

Despite not having a mouth, Shining knew that the spectre was smiling. "Beg for my cock, pet. Tell daddy how much you want him."

Shining turned up his nose. "You're making a grave error..."

A sharp sting lashed across his backside. "Beg for me to rail you!" shouted the stallion.

"No!"

Another lash. "Tell me how much you want me inside of you!"

"Never!"

Another. "Beg me to fuck you, slut!"

Shining was tired of arguing. If this sadist was just going to keep making unreasonable demand after unreasonable demand, there were no words that would stop him. It was no use wasting his breath.

"There's a good slut," smiled the stallion. "Open your mouth for daddy."

Despite trying to keep his mouth shut, Shining found his jaw being pried open, perhaps by magic. His tongue pushed out on its own, and he began to salivate.

As this was happening, the stallion was climbing up on top of the rack. His penis was entirely erect, and it was a big one. Or perhaps Shining just thought it was big because he wasn't used to seeing one this close.

"Slick Daddy up, pet," he chuckled, resting his balls on Shining's chin. "You know how you react when I go in dry."

Shining had no idea what it felt like when a stallion went in dry. He only knew what Cadance had told him when they first tried, and it was not a pleasant experience for either of them. While he would prefer to just bite down hard on this stallion's balls and rip them clean off, he didn't have full control of his jaw. He couldn't bite down if he tried.

Even so, he didn't want to know how dry felt, so against his better judgement, he licked and slobbered as much as he could. He had to slick it up, to mitigate his torture.

"You're really wanting this, aren't you?" chuckled the stallion.

Shining just glared. It was deplorable, and something he wouldn't wish on his greatest of enemies.

"Well, I'll not keep you in suspense any longer."

Sliding down, the stallion pressed his tip against Shining's tailhole. With a powerful thrust, the entire thing went up into him, not stopping until his hips clapped against Shining's arsecheeks.

Shining had no idea what it really felt like, and had nothing to base the feeling on. He'd hoped that, since some of his friends were into it, and that Cadance seemed to like it from time to time, that his brain would fill in the blanks with good thoughts and he'd end up at least kind of enjoying it.

Unfortunately, he felt nothing but shame. It wasn't something he had a physical representation of, and as such, it was like nothing. He did feel ashamed of doing it, though.

It also made him realise that there was no flavour to the cock he'd licked. All the better, he'd thought, as it seemed preferable that it have no taste than the bad taste of the potatoes, but still, it was odd.

Then, he did experience something familiar. Something he associated with having sex. A pressure was building in his loins.

"Ready, my pet? Here comes your release!"

Shining shot upright in a cold sweat. He'd just shot his load all over the sheets. His heart was pounding in his chest as he looked at the time. It was six fifty-five in the morning. Almost time to wake up.