The Prince's Predicament

Shining had full confidence that he would sleep well tonight. Luna, as a result of his multiple nightmares, had sent multiple letters checking in on him. The one he had received this morning was very clear.

Prince Shining Armor of the Crystal Empire:

It has come to our attention that you have had another nightmare. As per our agreement, we were remiss to step in, but given the facts that, (a) you have had a nightmare two nights in a row and (b) it was the same nightmare each time, it can only be presumed that something has ensnared you in a dire grapple. Tonight, if you should have the same nightmare a third time, we will have cause to come forward and halt these proceedings. If left unchecked, we fear that this foul power will impair your ability to govern your ponies.

Humbly and with cautious optimism,
Princess Luna of Equestria
Dictated but not read.

He was reluctant to accept her help, wanting to kick this on his own merits, but Shining knew when he was beaten. One of the many things that made him a good commander was his ability to read the scenario and know whether or not he needed help, and Luna was better at this than he was. He wasn't glad to accept the help, but he knew he needed it.

As he drifted off, however, he noticed something different. It was not a rack that he was tied to, but a diagonal cross. The walls were much the same, but the colour was lighter than he remembered. Rather than the black bricks, these were slate grey, and a little bit shined up.

The door still opened as usual, but the stallion that entered was lighter in colour. Like the walls, he'd gone from black to grey. He also had grown a mane, unkempt, scraggly and dark blue. "Hello, my pet."

"Oh, good, you showed up again," snorted Shining.

"Did you miss Daddy?"

"No, I was actually hoping you ended up lost on the way here. Why are you bothering me again?"

"Because Daddy missed your tasty arse." He grabbed Shining's cheeks and tried to pull them apart.

"No, I'm pretty sure you were right on target," he grunted.

"Daddy missed you so much."

This was the same nightmare again. Where was Luna? Wasn't she supposed to come in and pry him out?

A slap on the arse brought him back to his senses. "You like my hoof on your arse, my pet?"

"Usually," grunted Shining, straining against the bonds, "ponies ask that question before touching. It's called consent, you miserable fucking dicksneeze!"

"You're such a slut," chuckled the stallion.

"Look," sighed Shining. "I don't enjoy this little game you've put together. If you let me go free, I'm willing to overlook a lot of this. Stop what you're doing, and I won't press charges."

"Is it release you want, my pet?"

"Why are you twisting my words?" growled Shining. "I specifically said "let me go free." Your redefining of the terms is only serving to complicate things. Unchain me, that's all I ask…"

Shining didn't have to hear what he said next. He knew there was no way out of this situation unless Luna showed up. It was just going to continue as it had been.

"Beg for my cock, pet."

"This again? Come on, at least come up with an alternative…"

"Tell Daddy how much you want him!"

"Look, this whole thing is making me want "Daddy" even less."

He felt the crack of a whip on his flank. "Beg for me to rail you!"

"Please, stop…"

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

Shining was silent as the whip struck him twice more. He didn't want to do this. And where in Equestria was Luna when he needed her?

"Beg me to fuck you, slut!"

Shining shook his head. "Whether I say it aloud or not, you're just going to do it, anyway. Why even bother asking? To claim you had my consent?" He sighed. "Just do it and be done with it."

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

While it still disgusted Shining, he felt his jaw being opened. He didn’t resist, as trying twice had led to no results, but he figured that complying would at least hurry things along. Maybe not, and it would just go at the same pace regardless, but if it wasn't quicker, at least it'd be easier.

There was something strange that happened when he was face-deep in the stallions dick, however. It was just as dark as ever, but now it had a smell. It had been odorless and tasteless the night prior, and the night before that, but now it was pungent.

To make matters worse, he could pinpoint the odor right away; it was that of Pyre's jock strap. It even smelled of cotton, which it should not have, but this was the only scent of testicle Shining had ever known. He washed his own too frequently to allow a musk to arise.

There was still no taste to it, likely because there was nothing to latch onto, but if it smelled this bad, and yet strangely alluring, he wasn't sure if he wanted a taste.

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

Shining thought to himself that anal had to be off-limits until this dream stopped recurring. If the scent could worm its way in, so could a dirty cock taste and a tearing sensation in his arse. That was too big a risk.

"You're really wanting this, aren't you?"

Shining rolled his eyes. "Just do it already…"

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

As before, there was no feeling when the stallion entered his arse. Why would there be? There was no fact as to how it felt that Shining could latch onto. That was a good thing.

In fact, it was better this time. Before, he'd felt shame at being made to be a fucktoy. Now he knew with absolute certainty that he had no say in the matter, and that was a very encouraging thought. If he couldn't stop it, then there was less shame in letting it happen outside of his control.

"Ready, my pet?" Asked the stallion as Shining could feel his climax building. "Here comes your release!"