Shining unlocked the door to Cadance's university apartment and let himself in silently, not wanting to wake her.
However, she was stretched out on a body pillow on the floor, papers from her classes spread out in a semicircle around her. She looked up. "Hey, you. How did Canterlot's newest officer do protecting and serving?"
"Badly." Shining blinked. "Are you still up, or are you up already?"
"Up early. I got a... little sleep." She grimaced and sipped a steaming mug of... something. "Maybe ninety minutes."
"Test today?"
"Test today," she confirmed.
Shining flopped down on the couch and dropped his Guard helmet on the floor.
"Long shift? I would have expected you back closer to midnight." She pouted dramatically and raised her tail. "I was horny and couldn't concentrate on my schoolwork. I had to take care of that myself and I missed you."
Shining frowned and flailed his forelegs. "It's that same perp!"
"The graffiti artist?"
"Yeah. Had to fill out all the recidivist paperwork."
"Did they let him loose right away again?"
"Her." Shining rubbed his temples. "And yes. They just won't hold a non-violent offender, no matter how incorrigible. I guarantee I'll pick her back up again tonight, tagging somepony else's business."
"Sounds like she needs some tough love," Cadance said, looking back at her notes.
"You still horny?" Shining asked.
"These notes aren't going to study themselves."
"Tonight?"
"Can't. Celestia has me running a cabinet meeting while she meets with ambassadors. You'll be at work before I'm home."
Shining pouted. "In that case, I need a shower and some sleep."
"When do they take you off the night shift?"
"Six more months."
Fresh Coat stood in an alleyway, levitating up a dozen spray cans in different colors. Her current work was coming together nicely. A large teal stallion stood mounted over a small tan mare—almost but not quite a self-portrait—the stallion railing her pussy with an unrealistically large cock, all painted from a rear three-quarters perspective. Fresh Coat pulled a can of white paint from her bag, moved her lantern to get the light on the mare's vulva, and prepared to add some cum to her masterpiece. It looked a little funny in the poor light: the night was dense with fog, and her lantern gave a sickly yellow glow that diffused into flat illumination. She frowned, trying to judge how to make it look good in morning's light, rather than this light.
She heard the sound of sneaking hooves just a little too late, a split second before a massive weight tackled her.
"Oof!" she shouted as twice her weight in solid muscle and enchanted metal armor hit her from the left flank, sending her flying across the alley. Her spray cans went every which direction when her levitation spell collapsed. Her lantern skittered crazily, beams of yellow illumination sweeping across the walls and floor of the alley. Her backwards ball cap stayed on her head, thank goodness. That's why she always put it over her horn!
"Caught you in the act!" somepony snarled as hoofcuffs clamped around her forelegs. "Again."
She gasped from the impact, winded. Lighting her horn for a defensive spell, she tried to struggle to her hooves. She'd never been tackled before! What was going on?
An overwhelming spell—many, many times stronger than her own magic—gripped around her horn. Her own spell rebounded into her head, sparks splurting ineffectually from the base of her horn as the magic fizzled inside her skull. "Ow!" The rebound then shot down her spine, to the tips of her hooves and the tip of her tail. Her eyes watered, her ears rang, her crotch and face tingled, and all her fur stood on end. Her legs went weak, dizziness hit her, and she thudded back down to her flank on the stone pavers.
Hoofcuffs snapped around her rear legs, too, and levitation grabbed her, holding her up by her trussed legs, upside-down about a foot off the stone alleyway.
"Fresh Coat," he said. She recognized the voice, now. "Six days in a row."
"A mare has to follow her cutie mark, Officer Shining Armor," she said. "That spell really hurt! I think you sprained my horn and gave me a migraine. My eyes are watering."
"Yeah, well, sorry. You were about to resist arrest," Shining replied. "You rushed me."
"You never tackled me before. I didn't know it was you at first."
He looked at the pornographic graffiti and rotated her around in his levitation so she could look at it, too. "My baby sister goes to the school around the corner. I'll be annoyed if she sees smut."
"Celestia's School?" Fresh Coat laughed. "My older brother went there. He said the dorms are the biggest sex ed party you've ever seen."
Shining shook her by her ankles, her torso and head swinging violently. She shouted in surprise and pain as her brain, already sore from her squelched spell, rattled around inside her skull.
"Don't talk about my sister that way," Shining snapped.
"Ow, police brutality! You can't shake a prisoner, you'll scramble my brains!"
"What am I going to do with an incorrigible recidivist like you?"
She sighed, letting her spine relax. Her hat flopped loose, her horn barely keeping it in place. His magic, clamped around her legs, was as stiff as concrete, and she wasn't getting loose. He was too strong, physically and magically, for her to resist.
"What do you want to bet the booking sergeant has my form already filled out, waiting for me?"
Shining set Fresh Coat down on her back on the damp stone of the alleyway. Cold seeped into her spine and shoulder blades.
"I talked to my girlfriend about you," Shining said, his tone of voice shifting. "Get her perspective, right?"
"What does she know?" Fresh Coat flexed her legs and the hoofcuff chains jangled as she tested them.
Dang. The hoofcuffs were secure. No way out. Well, it looked like another night at the precinct and the city cleaning crews obliterating her creation before anypony woke up to see it by the light of day. Again. Really, why did she do this to herself? Her cutie mark really was a drag sometimes.
"She's getting a Master's in Government from Canterlot University," Shining said, "so she knows quite a lot. Be respectful."
Fresh Coat rolled her eyes. "This ground is cold. Can you put me on my hooves?"
"My girlfriend suggested that if arrest after arrest isn't getting through to you, I should try 'tough love'."
"Pffft. Whatever you say." Fresh Coat sighed. Shining talked tough, but the system just didn't care about graffiti. She'd be loose in time for breakfast. He would probably be getting off shift and having a late dinner at a sidewalk cafe near the precinct as the sun rose; she would make a point of strutting past him in her freedom...
Shining leaned over her, almost nose-to-nose, looming in the reflected glow of her lantern and distant street lights through the fog.
Fresh Coat swallowed. This wasn't part of the normal script. "...what does 'tough love' mean, Officer?"
"You sound nervous for once." His horn glowed, wrapping a shield spell around her torso and pinning her to the ground.
His tone of voice was... it wasn't his usual, formal pretentiousness as he played the role of a young cop trying to command respect. His tone was... hungry.
"Is this necessary?" She flexed her shoulder blades against his spell, trying to get loose, but his magic held her tight. The ground seemed very cold, suddenly, and she pulled her legs closer to her torso. "I'm already in hoofcuffs."
He paced counter-clockwise circles around her. Because her head wasn't trapped in his spell, she could crane her neck to follow his movements. He seemed to be muttering to himself, glancing at her, glancing at her smutty painting. Glancing back at her.
When he paced past her lantern, silhouetting himself, she noticed his cock was out of its sheath and hanging low, beneath his torso. Every circle past the lantern, it hung lower. By his fifth circuit, it almost touched the ground, but still flaccid, swinging like a pendulum.
"Let's stay professional, here," Fresh Coat said, her mouth suddenly dry.
"No, I'm trying an unprofessional approach tonight. Because by-the-book isn't working with you."
He reversed his pacing. This time, he paused to set the lantern up on its base and point it at her. The light caught him solidly from below and she watched his cock getting erect, pointing up along his underside, no longer a pendulum near the ground.
And it got even longer.
"All right, all right!" Fresh Coat said. "I'm sorry. I'll stop, okay? I'll move to Vanhoover."
He ignored her. His balls drooped lower in his scrotum, massive and hanging halfway to his knees.
"You're scaring me," she said.
He didn't say anything, but paced back towards her. Despite the humidity dripping off her fur, her mouth was parched. "Take me to jail now?"
He positioned himself to stand at her rump. His spell kept her spine and shoulders flat against the ground, her forelegs cuffed together and folded against her chest, and he used his forelegs to push her rear legs forward, until they were against her torso like a high diver doing a jackknife. This painfully stretched all the muscles in her back and butt. Her breathing rasped as, with all his weight of muscle and armor, he looked at her rear.
A blush warmed her face as he stared at her rump. She kept her tail confined in a tie, out of wet paint—but now she couldn't even use it to block his view of her privates. She felt the cold night fog on the heat of her vulva.
Shining looked at her mostly-finished painting, then at her pussy and ass, then back to the painting. "A self portrait, huh?"
She didn't reply.
He stared at her pussy. "You're wet. Excited?"
"N-no! When you squelched my spell, it rebounded. All my fur stood on end, my horseshoes are sore, and my-my-my..."
"Got all wet? Well, that's convenient. Hey! My girlfriend knows a ton of sex magic," he continued, the glow of his horn intensifying.
"Stop..." Fresh Coat whispered.
"She taught me this," he said, and his aura brushed along the curve of her butt. She jerked, his aura warm yet also cool and tingly. It was like... like a sharp menthol rub for a sore muscle, hot and icy all at once.
Her body went cold with terror but her pussy warmed up even more as he brushed the wisp of magic back and forth, from one hip to the other, massaging her cutie marks and then running the spell up the backs of her legs almost to the knees. It sent waves of pleasure into her—into her—
"Stop! Please, I get the picture—"
The wisp of magic ran down the insides of her legs, ruffling her fur against the grain, and the closer he got the treasures between her back legs, the slower he moved, building his anticipation, building her fear. The magic overwhelmed her nerves, shocks like the sensation of my-hoof-is-asleep jolting into her torso as he teased. She could feel her own wetness soaking her pubic fluff and her clit throbbed painfully, out of its hood and desperate for stimulation. That wasn't right! There was no way she should feel like that—it was his damn spell, tricking her body, making her want— want— want—
The sensations running through her legs piled up in her pussy, in her belly, in her ass, building and building, turning tighter and tenser. A massive itch built up inside her, and she wanted it scratched!
His magic brushed the soft fur of her pubic mound, then slid across her clit, the warm-cold tingle hitting her most sensitive nub and all her built-up anticipation.
"Gaaaah!" Fresh Coat shouted as an orgasm crashed across her. Her torso tried to flex, her back wanting to arch, but his spell held her flat against the cold stones. She flexed her hips against the hoofcuffs that hobbled her, her pussy gushed, hot fluid running over her butt and thighs and soaking her tail against the cold night as the fluids flowed like lava.
"Ah, that's such a good spell," Shining crooned to her, then planted a quick kiss against the back of her knee. "My girlfriend likes hoofcuffs—although fuzzy ones, not steel—and she taught me to do this exact same thing."
Fresh Coat shook as coldness from the foggy night filled her now that his warming spell no longer touched her. She laid her head back, against the stone, trying to understand what was happening, hoping this was a nightmare she could awake from.
She closed her eyes, but they popped open again as soon as something warm and wet brushed her sopping wet labia. Staring past her trussed legs, she saw he'd bent down and was licking her pussy, his face buried.
His tongue ran up and down between her lips, he mmmmmed and aaaaaahed with pleasure and the vibrations sent new shocks of horrible pleasure up into her. Her eyes watered and she clenched them shut as her belly again grew taut. She tried to squirm and wriggle her spine as the sensations beat down upon her, but she was still pinned and the inability to squirm made the sensations all the more powerful, like when you can't scratch an itch and it just becomes worse.
His spell re-lit, pressing into her clit but now also vibrating and rubbing as his tongue violated the sanctity of her channel. Heat and pressure built up inside her lower abdomen and she fought it, fought hard, but his magic and his tongue were too much and she came again, pussy squeezing his tongue, Fresh Coat shouting in pleasure and shock as much as she hated it, splurting another load of her marecum, this time all over his face.
"Well well," he said, with a last lick across her pussy to gather up as much of her juices as he could, "maybe this isn't the most effective discouragement."
"I—I, okay, okay, you made your point. Let me go?"
"Soon enough," he said, standing again.
She stared in horror. He was fully erect now, and his cock was massive. Was he going to put that enormous—
He pressed on her legs again, forcing her back into the jackknife position.
He was going to put that thing into her. Shining leaned his weight on her and the tip of his throbbing cock brushed the vestibule of her vagina.
Fresh Coat froze, the cold of the stone beneath her again flooding up to the tips of her hooves. Then his magic brushed her clit again and she melted, the excitement of the touch driving back the cold and lighting a fire deep within her belly. Whatever that spell was, it was unnaturally strong!
She stared at his cock, her neck craned, and as his magic moved down from her clit to brush the tightness of her ass, her body yearned for him. "P-please don't!" she said, but her pussy yawned wide, her lips brushing his tip and welcoming him, making her a liar.
Shining just grinned and pressed his hips forward a little, while increasing the pressure of the spell on her anus. Fresh Coat's eyes went wide as the magic pressed up inside her, spell gently splitting her ass open while his cock split her pussy. The magic in her rear entrance was slippery, slicker than any lube, and more magic brushed her clit. She moaned in the back of her throat at the combined sensations, the tripled stimulation. The head of his cock was enormous, opening her pussy far wider than it ever had been before, stretching her with the wonderful painful-pleasure of penetration. His earlier work with his magic and his mouth meant she was wet, soaking wet, and ready for him. He slid in so easily, like his cock had always belonged there! The massive itch inside her for him was just beginning to be scratched and her hips shook and flexed in involuntary anticipation, trying to widen to let him in more easily.
Waves of relaxation spread from where he violated her, her pussy muscles gripping him and pulling him, betraying her in their eagerness, dragging him deeper, even as her mind fought. Her ass clenched hard on the slick firmness of his spell, new sensations she'd never felt before rushing outward from his taboo play. More magic rubbed back and forth around her clit, driving electric waves of pleasure up into her belly.
Pressing his cock further forward, he leaned his heavily armored weight against her and his entire slab of stallionhood entered her, slowly, and the sensation filled her in a way she'd never been filled before. He stretched her, split her, her wetness slicking him and there was no resistance and her body just relaxed as he violated her. The tautness in her hips drained away and she sighed.
His cock filled her completely and the itch died for a moment before it started to rise again, feeling even more insistent and desperate. Her body clenched around him again, her hips trying to splay wide but constrained by the hoofcuffs, and she knew only thrusting could quench the fire inside her.
"Ahhh, you do feel good," he said. "I like to paint, too. Shall I paint your insides?"
She struggled, fighting the desire radiating out from her pussy and she tried to kick him off, but his weight was too much.
As she struggled, the muscles in her ass flexed around where his spell penetrated her, and its icy-warm sensation pressed into the sensitivity of her taboo entrance. A new sensation ripped through her, her ass clenching repeatedly around his magic before the pleasure of her first-ever assgasm rushed up into her belly and into pussy and set off another pussy-clenching, cum-splurting orgasm.
Her channel clenched around Shining's cock and he gasped at the warmth, the wetness, and the pressure. "Now we're getting somewhere!" he said.
He pulled back, slowly, the massive head of his cock scraping down the soft slickness of her walls and driving her pleasure higher. She wanted to arch her back, but the spell pinning her made that impossible and the sensation just built even higher at her frustration.
The thick ridge of his glans scraped over her g-spot and her body shook, legs trembling and ears going flat to her head as she broke into another shaking paroxysm.
Then he slammed his hips forward, filling her again in an instant, and she screamed in pleasure and shock and anger. He started pounding, hard and fast, no technique at all, simply trying to get himself off, but the magical teasing, the magical penetration, and the sheer size of his cock filling her, stretching her out, seemingly distending her belly, was more than she could take. Every stroke in or out, the heavy ridge of his glans crushed her g-spot, the sensation fantastic.
Fresh Coat's ass clenched hard on his spell as her pussy went into spasms, his magic on her clit drove her crazy, and she clamped her pussy down around him every time he withdrew, trying to hold him in. Her hips flexed and her legs fought the hoofcuffs, trying to break the metal. She wanted to pump her hips and milk his cock!
Without changing his rhythm, he lit yet more magic and levitated up a key from inside his armor, unlocking the hoofcuffs around her rear legs, freeing them. Instead of kicking him in the face and pushing him off—which she wanted to do—she wrapped her rear legs around his hips and hugged him, pulling him tight against her, slamming his cock even deeper, his greatest penetration so far, his tip hard against the bottom of her womb, his balls against her ass and the spell there driving even deeper through her tightness.
He leaned forward, forehooves planted on either side of her head, looming over her, her cuffed forelegs still tucked against her chest and sandwiched between their torsos. She stretched her neck up and kissed him, tasting her own pussy from when she'd cum on his face a minute ago. His eyes widened in surprise and he pressed down, kissing back, his taste masculine and his tongue thick and strong as she desperately nibbled his lips and wrapped her tongue around his. She tasted more of herself in his mouth and the sheer eroticness of that stoked her own fires higher, her belly tightening in anticipation of the next crushing orgasm.
He tried to pull his hips back and keep thrusting, keep pounding her, but her rear legs, with sudden mad-mare strength, held him tight against her body as her pussy muscles clenched and clamped and spasmed, she drove her tongue into his mouth with the passion of their kissing, and more of her marecum splurted, soaking him and herself, and she held him in at maximum penetration. Shining gasped, his own body spasming and his cock flaring deep inside her, kissing desperately back, his penetration painful as the flaring of his cock seemed to move her internal organs around as the massive stallionhood grew even more, and he unloaded, the smell of cum suddenly thick over the scent of the foggy night. Her rear legs hugged around him even tighter, trying to hold him in, trying to get just another fraction of penetration, and her hips pumped, her pussy trying to milk every last drop of cum from him, get as full as possible, her asshole squeezing on the penetration of his magic and tingling with sensations new and powerful.
Then she was done, exhausted. She collapsed, rear legs going limp, hips splayed, and broke the kiss, her head flat against the cold stone. Her ball cap finally fell off her horn, upside-down on the ground next to her head.
The spell in her ass collapsed and she moaned at that emptiness, missing the intensity of the sensation.
Shining gave a last kiss on her cheek, pushed up off her, and pulled out. Fresh Coat's pussy spasmed at the sudden gap he left behind. Great Celestia, she'd never been so full!
Shining stared down at her. His cock, rapidly softening, hung underneath him, dripping cum onto the stone and glistening with her juices. She licked her lips at the thought of her own taste on his stallionhood.
He undid the hoofcuffs around her forelegs and released the spell that pinned her to the ground.
"Don't let me catch you again," he said, pocketing his two sets of hoofcuffs and disappearing into the night.
She watched him go, around the corner, his now-flaccid cock swinging underneath his belly like a pendulum.
Sitting up on her elbows, hips wide, she stared down at herself. Her pubic fluff and inner thighs were soaked with her own juices and his thick, white seed. She gushed with every heartbeat as his massive load leaked from her vagina. Her pussy and anus twitched at random, her clit hiding in its hood. A puddle of his cum wet the stone paving of the alleyway underneath her and she remembered how huge his balls had been.
Fresh Coat smiled, levitated up a wad of his cum, and smeared it around the pussy of the mare in her mural.
The real thing was better than paint.
"You what?!" Cadance shouted, dropping the tumbler of brandy as her levitation spluttered. The glass shattered against the hardwood floor of her kitchen
"You said 'tough love'."
Cadance facehoofed. "I meant some sort of creative punishment!"
"It was creative!" Shining said. "Why are you so mad?"
"You're a Celestia-damned moron." She levitated a towel and began sopping up spilled booze and broken glass. "I meant 'community service.' Make her pick up litter or power wash away her own art!"
"Oh." Shining frowned. "Why didn't you say that?"
Cadance rolled her eyes and shook the towel over the trash can, broken glass tinkling. "How was it?"
"Pretty good, actually. I used that spell you taught me."
"Good!" Cadance brushed a loose strand of mane behind her ear. "Better than me?"
Shining grinned. "Well, that's hard to say, isn't it?"
Cadance turned around, tail low to cover herself, and pranced towards her bedroom. "Bring the fuzzy hoofcuffs."
That night, Shining Armor patrolled his beat again, and he once more heard the sound of spray paint. He shook his head and levitated out his hoofcuffs, his cock already starting to flop out of his sheath, slowly engorging.
He turned the corner and Fresh Coat looked at him, her tail again tied up and away from her crotch. Her tail rose, exposing herself fully, when she saw Shining.
Four other mares were there, all with their tails in ties, all spray-painting the wall, too.
"I told the gals at my art studio about you," Fresh Coat said.
The other mares' tails all rose.
Shining grinned. "I may need to call for backup."
The End
Author's Note
This is my first attempt to write a serious noncon fic, so constructive technical criticisms are welcome. Criticisms of the genre and/or my moral character will be ignored or possibly mocked. (It's just a story, bro.)
