Awkwardly balancing a box of pizza and slab of cider on a forehoof, Shining Armor knocked on the door. “Little help here, dude!”
“Coming,” a voice called moments before the door flew open.
Shining stepped back and smiled, seeing his friends grinning muzzle. He’d known Soarin since - well, he’d known Soarin for longer than he could remember. Though the pegasus was shorter and slightly more slender than himself, he couldn’t care less about their differences. As his buddy stepped aside, he walked in and handed off the steaming pie.
“Thanks for letting me crash here for the night,” he sighed, trotting through the living room and setting the cider down on the coffee table.
“Dude, don’t worry about it!” Soarin chirped, dismissively waving a hoof. “Lemme get that cider in the fridge real quick.”
Unslinging the book bag from his back, Shining watched his buddy put the pizza down, pick up the cider, and scamper into the kitchen. He was all for hanging out - heck, they did so on a weekly basis, but this time was a departure from the norm. As he eased himself down onto one end of the sofa, hearing his friend rummage about, a feeling of contentment welled up inside him.
“So,” Soarin began, reappearing with a pair of pop bottles in his winged grip, “what’s the scoop?”
“The scoop is I really screwed the pooch,” Shining groaned, pinching the bridge of his snout.
Hopping onto the empty cushion beside his companion, the pegasus smirked. “Don’t you mean screwed the princess?”
“Haha,” Shining mirthlessly chuckled. Twisting off the top of his drink, he took a swig and reclined.
His marefriend - more than likely ex-marefriend - was an alicorn, and Soarin had a seemingly endless supply of jokes about the pair of them - fortunately or unfortunately, it didn’t look like there’d be many chances to crack wise about his relationship in the future. He really, really, really should have thought with the right head when she’d asked him to move in with her, but there was nothing he could do about it now. For the time being, unless she had a change of heart, he’d be couch surfing for a bit.
He waited a moment, hoping his buddy would change the subject or start blathering on about the Wonderbolt academy, yet he was met with silence and an expectant look. “Fine -” he huffed, leaning forward and opening the pizza box, “Cadance and I are done.”
“Seriously?” Soarin croaked, his eyes widening. “What the heck did you do?”
“I…” Shining trailed off, quickly catching himself. “Don’t worry about it.”
The pegasus scrunched his snout and leaned over, staring at his friend’s face. “Oh come on - it couldn’t have been anything that bad!”
“It wasn’t,” Shining grunted, “but it was stupid…”
“You borrowed bits when you shouldn’t have?” Soarin inquired.
“No…”
Slapping his forehooves, the young flier straightened in his seat. “Oh! You called her fat!”
Shining glowered and took a bite of his pizza, shaking his head and swallowing before replying. “No.”
“Did you cheat on her?” Soarin pressed.
The last question was the final straw, leading the unicorn to bury his face in his hooves. “No, it was way more idiotic than that.”
Taking a slice of pizza for himself, Soarin picked off and ate an olive. “Then what the heck was it?”
“She - uh -” Shining faltered, knowing good and well that he was going to get flak for what he was about to say. “She was less than happy about something I wanted to try in the bedroom.”
Soarin reassuringly patted the sullen unicorn’s thigh, grinning from ear to ear. “That’s ok, buddy. Most mares aren’t into wanting to peg their coltfriends. Maybe you’ll -”
“It was not pegging!” Shining barked, sending his companion into a fit of laughter.
As he watched the pegasus try and fail to collect himself, the corners of his lips turned upward. The little bastard always had a way of screwing with him, pressing his buttons just enough to get him irked before relenting, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t lighten the mood. Reining himself in, he menacingly waved his bitten slice of pizza at his buddy.
“If you must know,” he continued, realizing he’d continue being hounded until he gave an answer, “she didn’t want to try hypnosis.”
Howling louder than ever, dropping his pizza on the floor, Soarin clutched his sides. Yeah - that was about what he’d expected. Hypnosis was a contentious topic, with some ponies brushing it off as quackery, but he’d always had a less than wholesome interest in the topic. Something about the thought of putting somepony under a spell, having them obey his commands, rarely failed to get him worked up - unfortunately, that interest had resulted in him being temporarily homeless.
By the time Soarin had collected himself enough to speak, still wheezing and fighting back fits of laughter, the unicorn had nearly finished an entire slice. “You’re right, that is stupid - I mean, if you’re going to get dumped over a fetish, you could have at least picked a real fetish.”
“Oh it’s real,” Shining insisted, defiantly crossing his forelegs over his chest. “I’ve been taking classes, reading books, and I even bought a special pendant so I could try it on her.”
“Wow - so blew bits and became single with one move!” Soarin mockingly gasped. “I am impressed!”
Intent to prove himself, Shining grabbed his bag from beside the couch, lifted it onto his lap, and unzipped it. He’d fully expected his friend’s reaction, so he’d taken steps to prove he wasn’t losing his marbles. As he rifled through his effects, digging out a book and the crystal pendulum he’d acquired, he froze when he pulled out what looked like - no, what was a pair of panties.
“And you stole her clothes?!” Soarin guffawed. “Well at least you’ll have something to sniff on those long, lonely nights on my sofa.”
“She must have left them in here after we got back from the gym,” Shining muttered, rifling around and finding sweat bands, yoga shorts, and a crop-top.
Leaning over, the mischievous pegasus grinned from ear to ear. “Uh-huh - I’m sure she forgot to take them out after you hypnotized her…”
Just as he pulled out the little crystal pendulum, Shining leered over at his companion. “If you think it’s a bunch of bologna, how about you let me try it on you?”
“Funny you should say that - I was about to try the same thing!” Soarin chirped. “I bet you’d love to bewitch me and have me suck your dick - you know, since Cadance probably won’t be doing that for a while.”
“You joke, but I probably could mesmerize you easily enough,” Shining tutted. “Seriously though, I’m pretty sure you’d be better as a butt slut.”
“Sure,” the pegasus hummed, “like you totally haven’t wanted my booty for a long time. Well if that little trinket of your works - like actually works, you could do whatever you wanted with little old me.”
Hefting the piece of crystal by its affixed chain, Shining grinned. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Damn,” Soarin cursed. “And I was just about to say you could make me your next marefriend with that thing too - oh well…”
Shining considered himself a relatively reasonable person, but enough was enough. While he wasn’t gay in the slightest, only ever having been fooled by exceptionally feminine stallions on a small number of occasions, he’d be willing to make a concession - if only to prove a point. As ignited his horn and dangled the gem between himself and his friend, he softly chuckled.
“Keep your eyes on this - only on this, and listen to the sound of my voice,” he intoned, watching the pegasus’ focus shift to the crystal.
Though he nearly continued teasing his buddy, Soarin rolled his eyes and did as asked. He wasn’t that surprised that Shining had gotten dumped, but he was stunned that his oldest, most trusted friend was into something so silly - for buck’s sake, who really believes in hypnotism anyways? Tracking the bauble as it started to swing, he kept his mouth shut and waited for whatever was supposed to happen to happen.
“Deep, steady breaths - yes, there you go, just like that,” Shining whispered, his voice barely audible. “All your stress is bleeding away, seeping from your muscles and leaving you very, very relaxed. Nothing and nobody matters, except for the words I’m saying to you right now…”
Soarin inhaled through his sinuses and exhaled through his mouth, listening to his buddy prattle on about being relaxed and how soothing the experience was. The entire affair may have been bunk, but it was sort of calming - he guessed. His head subconsciously turned from side to side, tracking the swinging jewel’s every move, while he sat in mute silence.
“Your eyelids are growing heavy, your wings weigh so much you can barely move them, and it’s getting harder and harder for you to keep your head up,” Shining continued. “It won’t be long until you’re feeling sleepy - so sleepy that you could doze off right where you’re sitting.
Forcing his eyes open, if only out of defiance, Soarin straightened slightly. He actually was a little tired, but that was only because he’d had to work that morning. Hearing his buddy drone on and on, endlessly chattering about how good he felt, he quickly lost track of time. If nothing else, he’d be able to rib his new, temporary roommate for a few days or weeks and he’d get a good night’s rest after they were finished.
It took everything Shining had not to smile like an idiot, seeing the pegasus’ eyes beginning to glaze over, but he kept his composure. “I’m going to count back from ten and then clap my hooves. As soon as I clap, you’ll be deeply, unshakably under my spell ~ understood?”
Soarin gave a small nod, continuing to keenly follow the pendulum’s every movement. This wasn’t so bad - heck, it was actually pretty nice. His dinner was covered for the night, he’d have someone to pal around with for the foreseeable future, and it would be fun to hang out with his buddy like they had growing up. As the unicorn slowly counted down, unaware of his vision tunneling, he limply slumped forward and lost consciousness.
Clap
Shaking his head, he instantly straightened up and looked over to his friend. “Was that it?”
“I…I guess so?” Shining uneasily replied, looking down at the crystal. “Gosh darn it, this was supposed to work.”
“Guess that means I won’t be slobbering on your knob,” Soarin snickered, kicking his hindlegs out and resting them on the coffee table.
“Crap,” Shining cursed. “So much for you calling me master…”
“It’s ok, Master, I don’t…” Soarin immediately cut himself off, slamming his forehooves over his snout.
There was no way in Tartarus he’d just said what he though he’d said - no possible way. Looking over to his buddy, seeing a knowing grin split his friend’s features, his heart skipped a beat. Damned if he knew how, but it sure seemed like the little experiment had worked. Lowering his hooves, he pointed a hoof over to the suddenly smug unicorn. If he was actually under hypnosis, there should be an easy way to prove it.
“Quick, make me do something, Master - darn it!” he bleated, slamming his hindhooves to the floor.
Shining lost it, nearly doubling over and bursting into ugly, uncontrolled laughter. He’d assumed the hypnosis hadn’t worked, but he’d been wrong - so incredibly wrong. The only way Soarin would ever call him Master would be if he was getting paid to do it - that or possibly to screw with him, but that wasn’t the case. His friend’s reaction was absolutely, unequivocally unplanned, filling him with righteous, well-earned glee.
Smiling despite himself, Soarin couldn’t help but mirror his Master’s mirth. His soft snicker grew into a belly laugh, as he leaned back and shook his head. It was absurd, beyond hilarious, but it gave him a giggle all the same. He trusted his Master more than anyone, so he wasn’t upset with the development in the slightest - if anything, though he couldn’t explain it, he felt a small thrill from the bizarre circumstances.
“Ok ok ok -” Shining tittered, throwing his hooves up in defeat. “Let’s start with something small ~ how about a kiss?”
“A kiss where, Master?” Soarin chirped, his wings fidgeting on his back.
The unicorn shrugged and reclined, throwing his forelegs on the back of the sofa. “Surprise me…”
Twisting in place, bringing one knee onto the sofa, Soarin turned to fully face his Master. Shining was slightly bigger than himself, having only a few inches in height and a more powerful build, which gave him an idea. He crawled forward and craned his neck, bringing himself face to face with the unicorn before kissing Shining’s cheek.
Withdrawing slightly, seeing Shining starting to blush, he smirked. “Like that, Master?”
“Maybe one more,” Shining murmured.
More than eager please, Soarin swung a leg over, straddled his Master, and shot forward. Instead of a small, dainty kiss, he locked lips with the unicorn and deeply moaned. He’d been given an order, so he saw no reason not to fully commit. His forehoove crept around the back of Shining’s head, while he put his tongue to work.
Shining stiffened in more ways than one, unprepared for the passionate assault. The soft tongue plunging into his muzzle, the weight and warmth bearing down against him, and the hushed, almost effeminate groan that escaped Soarin was too much to bear. Without even thinking about it, before he knew it, he’d lowered his forelegs and ran his hooves down the pegasus’ slender hips.
The impromptu make-out session, while heated, was fleeting - not because Soarin didn’t want to make his Master happy, but because the singular sensation of something hard and hot against his loins drew his attention away. Leaning back, leaving a strand of saliva connecting his and the unicorn’s muzzles together, he peered down his chest and to his groin. He’d been joking earlier, when he’d offered to suck his friend’s dick, but now…
“Master,” he breathed, peering into the unicorn’s eyes, “should I…”
He didn’t finish - couldn’t finish, opting instead to lower his gaze and stare longingly at his Master's nethers. While Shining didn’t say anything, his reaction gave little room for doubt. Lifting a forehoof, the unicorn lightly smacked and fondled his ass. His hair stood on end, his heart raced, and he felt his stallionhood stirring as he slowly dismounted and slipped between Shining’s hindlegs.
Trembling with barely-kept excitement, his forehooves wandered down the unicorn’s sides. Was he really doing this? How could this be happening? Did this mean he was gay? Dozens of questions flitted about his mind as watched Shining’s stallionhood slipping from its sheath, yet none stopped him from his task. Watching his friend’s length steadily harden, twitching in the cool air, he licked his lips.
“Go ahead,” Shining softly intoned, his voice faint. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint your Master ~ would you?”
Soarin placed his hooves on either side of Shining’s hips, pushed himself up, opened his mouth and extended his tongue. Though he could rationalize why he was doing what he was doing, given he had little if any control of himself, that didn’t explain why he was so excited! He was so hard that it hurt, his cock swinging beneath him while leaking pre-cum, and he hadn’t even touched himself! Ignoring his arousal, he lowered his head and wrapped his lips around the throbbing length of unicorn meat.
Suppressing a shiver, Shining watched himself getting sucked off. He wasn’t sure what was better, how undeniably good the blowjob felt or that the pegasus, his oldest friend in all of Equestria, actually looked kinda cute with his dick in his mouth. He reached out and stroked his buddy’s head, offering the slightest bit of encouragement.
He’d half expected the experience to be unpleasant, given his friend was allegedly straight, yet that wasn’t true in the slightest. Soarin’s muzzle was warm and inviting, which raised a number of questions. While he could forgive himself for thinking highly of the blowjob if he’d been suffering through a protracted dryspell, he’d only just gotten a blowjob from Cadance the other day - meaning one of two things: either his memory was atrocious or his buddy had some damn impressive oral skills.
“There ya go,” he sighed, bucking his hips as Soarin’s nose touched his crotch.
Soarin stifled a gag, his throat spasming and eyes starting to water, yet he persisted. Salty, exotic flavors coated his taste buds, the scent of musk and sweat filled his sinuses, and the sensation of something so big filling his snout was incredible. Situated between his Master’s knees, he reached for his groin and his aching stallionhood.
Having closed his eyes to savor the experience, the novelty quickly being usurped by genuine enjoyment, it took Shining a while to realize something had changed. Cracking one eye open, he peeked downward. The spectacle of Soarin bobbing his head, his lightly colored lips contrasted exquisitely against the dark length in his snout, was incredible, but it was what he didn’t see that piqued his interest. Seeing one of the pegasus’ forelegs moving, its hoof somewhere near the floor, he balked in disbelief.
“Dude, are you beating your dick?” he scoffed.
Withdrawing with a soft pop, Soarin began stroking his master off while clearing his throat. “You didn’t say I couldn’t, Master!”
“Dude that’s…” Shining fell silent, having glanced over and spotted his open book bag resting on the floor.
An idea struck him like a ton of bricks, leaving him speechless. Though he’d always thought of himself as a paragon of heterosexuality, the prospect of flexing his newfound power was too intoxicating to pass up. Waving for his friend-made-plaything to stand, he leaned over and plucked his bag from the floor.
“Go change into Cadance’s clothes,” he stated, handing the backpack over to the pegasus.
Looking from the bag in his grasp up to his Master, Soarin gulped. “O…ok, Master…”
He turned toward his bedroom and yelped as his backside was slapped - nevertheless, he trotted away to do as he was told. Entering his chamber, he closed the door behind himself. His instructions had been crystal clear, leaving no room for doubt, yet he came to a startling realization. He wasn’t just obeying a command because he had to, he was obeying a command because he couldn’t remember a time when he’d been more turned on.
Cantering past his dresser and to his bed, he hastily emptied the bag onto the mattress. Cadance was almost the same size as him, so her attire should be about his size. He stepped into the panties and lowered his wings, drawing the article up his hindlegs and around his hips.
With his package fondled snugly in the mare’s undergarment, relishing the sensation of soft fabric against his package, he slipped his forelegs through the crop-top and pulled it into place. It only took him a few seconds to get dressed, yet he wasn’t prepared for just how good the outfit felt to wear. Tight in all the right places, with the imprint of his rigid dick clearly visible within the panties, the ensemble left nothing to the imagination.
“You better not be having too much fun in there!” Shining shouted.
“C…coming, Master!” he replied.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, feeling more confident than he had any to be, he opened the door and strutted out. He’d braced himself to be laughed at, but the reaction he received was simultaneously better and worse. Holding his cock, languidly jacking himself off, the unicorn beckoned him over.
“Oh wow - that does look good on you,” Shining coolly remarked, his eyes wandering up and down the svelte pegasus’ frame. “Come over here and give me a little turn.”
Soarin nodded and trotted closer, his gate transitioning into a strut as his confidence skyrocketed. Stopping just beside the couch, he moved his wings behind his head, cocked his hips, and turned away. He’d never once modeled or shown himself off to anypony, even with the few flings he’d had, but he had some idea what to do.
Leaning over and pressing his chest to the floor, with his ass leveled at the seated unicorn, he reached back and drew his forehooves up his inner thighs. “Like this, Master?”
“Yeah…yeah, just like that,” Shining reverently answered, the grip on his length tightening.
Watching the nimble pegasus execute a number of very provocative maneuvers, from spreading his cheeks to doing a vertical split, he gnawed his bottom lip. He’d intended to stop things there, having coerced his friend to crossdress, yet his raging libido all but demanded he press the envelope. He’d gotten sucked off, and was currently getting a personal burlesque show, so would it be that bad to finish everything with a bang?
“Hey - um -” he stammered, “you got any lube?”
“I have some in my nightstand drawer, Master,” Soarin replied, pulling at his top to reveal a single, his deliciously flat chest. “Do you want me to -”
“Go get it,” Shining cut him off, his hoof growing slick with pre-cum.
As the unicorn righted himself and dashed out of sight, disappearing into his room, he buried his face in his hooves. Was he really going to end up having sex with a stallion - not just a stallion, but his best buddy? He’d always read that hypnosis only acted as a suggestion, tapping into one’s subconscious desires, but that didn’t make the circumstances any less gay! Still grappling with his thoughts, his lust and better judgment waging war with one another, he failed to notice his friend returning.
“Sit back, Master,” Soarin purred, pushing the unicorn back and into the seat.
Spinning in place, facing away from his Master, he backed between Shining’s hindlegs and eased himself down. He’d liberally applied lube to his tush, gone so far as to squeeze some inside himself, but that was only the first step of the process. Feeling the scalding shaft grinding against his buns, he fought the urge to touch himself.
There’d been times in Shining’s life when his instincts took control of him, when he couldn’t control himself - this was one of those times. His forehooves shot out and tugged the panties to the side, giving him a glimpse of his friend’s taut hole. Buck it - if Soarin’s was down for taking their friendship to the next level, so was he. The breath hitched in his throat, his thoughts ran rampant, and his heart felt like it may burst through his chest, as he angled his cock to the pegasus’ winking entrance.
The moment Soarin felt the hot, battering ram-like tip kiss his hole, he stood up, spun around, and straddled the seated unicorn. He’d known what was coming, that he was going to get a dick in his ass, but he was well past the point of caring. Blinded by lust, he leaned back and guided the twitching cock to his hole.
With the shape of Shining’s tool, the lube, and how turned on he was, the length popped into him with startling ease. Lower and lower he descended, relishing the heat and fullness his Master afforded, until the girthy medial ring bumped against his backdoor. The sensation was alien but far from unpleasant, leaving him yearning for more. More eager than ever, he swung his heavily lidded gaze down to the unicorn.
“Ready, Master,” he hummed, peering down with a grin.
With those two little words, Shining’s reservations were sundered outright. Grabbing the pegasus’ hips, he planted his hindhooves on the floor and thrust his hips, driving the unicorn upward and earning himself a guttural moan. To say it felt incredible was an understatement, making him question what he’d been missing for the entirety of his life until that point.
His first plunge was met by a second, then a third and a fourth, until he was hammering into Soarin’s soft, supple tush. To his utter amazement, aside from looking like an absolute slut, his friend slipped into the role like a natural. In a matter of moments, apparently just as enthused as he was, the slender pegasus started riding him like a seasoned whore.
“Oh Master,” Soarin groaned, his motions quickly overtaking the unicorn’s.
Leaning back slightly, he placed his forehooves on Shining’s knees and fucked himself with reckless abandon. It felt fantastic - no, better than fantastic, driving him mad with lust. His dick incrementally slipped out of the top of his panties, bobbing and leaking over the unicorn’s chest. He didn’t know if it was the hypnosis, some long-suppressed part of himself, or a combination of the two, but he could see himself getting addicted to having his ass stuffed.
Moving in sync, losing themselves to the pleasure threatening to consume them, the pair went at one another like a pair of savage beasts. When one increased their pace, the other followed suit, but that wasn’t all. Sinful promises, groans, and the sound of their colliding bodies filled the air, crafting a symphony of depravity, while they inched closer and closer to their limits.
Neither could say how long the heated exchange lasted, seemingly stretching on for a small eternity, yet it came to an inevitable end. Panting and moaning, with drool dripping from his chin, Soarin recognized the signs of his impending release. He threw himself forward, teetering on the brink, and drove his tongue into Shining’s open, slavering maw for one final, climactic kiss.
Shining had been holding himself back, trying in vain to make the experience last as long as he could, but the spontaneous, passionate kiss was the nail in his coffin. Plunging the entirety of his length into the shivering pegasus, feeling his abdomen bathed in spunk, he moaned into Soarin’s mouth and hilted his friend.
Cumming harder than he ever had, his interior bathed in sticky, virile foal-batter, Soarin’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. He’d heard that stallions could blow a load from anal only, without the slightest bit of stimulation to their equipment, but that failed to capture just how phenomenal the experience was. With his wings twitching uncontrollably, fading in and out of consciousness, he collapsed onto his Master’s chest.
Staring up at the ceiling, lost to a sea of ecstasy, Shining stared blankly upward and panted. Not only had he just gotten a lay with his best buddy, but he’d had one of the most intense climaxes of his life. As he idly stroked the unicorn’s back, lost to the enormity of it all, his chuckle broke the silence.
“You ok?” he rasped, drawing his friend’s eyes upward.
Soarin shakily nodded, his pucker quivering around the softening length. “Y…yeah…”
“So - uh - no hard feelings?” Shining pressed, cocking a brow.
Shaking his head, Soarin wormed his forehooves around the unicorn’s torso. “Nah…”
Shining smiled, stroking his friend’s back with one forehoof while kneading the pegasus’ doughy rear with the other. “In that case ~ wanna go another round in the bedroom?”
Soarin was aware that he was no longer mesmerized, having no inclination to call his friend Master, but there was no way for Shining to know that. Hungrily clenching around the knotted cock in his rump, squeezing out the last bit of cum from his softening dick, he smirked. They’d crossed a line, a line there was no going back from, so there was only one reasonable thing to say.
“Of course, Master…”
