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Part 3

 

        Dusk made his way to his room with all the enthusiasm of a zombie. Prince Solaris discovering, and reading his journal had left him in the greatest shock of his life. He started taking a mental catalogue of all the things he had written on those pages, and pondering on how Solaris would react to each word on them. Some of those pages were, to be frank, a bit extreme. The worst of all being when he wrote in excruciating detail about the smell of Solaris's mane.

        He could still feel the sting on his flank from where that wing slapped him. It tingled in an unfamiliar but not unwanted way. He'd have to write about that. Dusk was cataloguing all the possible synonyms for heavenly when a familiar voice was heard.

        “...I SAID, ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?” Dusk shook the thoughts from his head at hearing Barb's voice.

        “Oh. Umm. I am fine. Perfectly fine!” He shot back, suddenly realizing how unfine he must look. Barb stared back with her trade mark cynicism, and pointed at Dusk's saddlebags,

        “You look packed to leave. What I miss?”

        “Nothing. Nothing at all!” He tried to smile and look normal, but knew immediately that he was failing.

        “Dusk. I know you're not the element of honesty, but I am you're number one assistant. Just tell me.” Barb found a bag full of bits thrust into her tiny claws.

        “And since you are my number one assistant, you've earned yourself a holiday. Take a week off. Grab some food, gemstones, maybe see a movie, or thirty movies.”

        Barb just stared at him for a moment, then bounced the little bag of coins in one of her claws as if feeling its weight. Then made a 'pay up' motion with her other claw. “Dusky, buddy, pal. I recognize a bribe when I see one. You'll have to do better than that.” A hoof-sized lapiz lazuli floated out of a saddle bag and into her open claw. She scrutinized the gemstone for a moment, revelling in Dusk's nervousness. “I guess this will have to do.” She left, whistling a merry tune.

        Barb stopped and looked back, then asked in a low whisper across the hall, “So what's her name?” Dusk Shine teleported away in a flash of purple. The little dragon just shrugged and carried on, this time nibbling on the gemstone.

       

        Dusk teleported into the center of his still messy bedroom, and immediately got to work cleaning it. As everything was put into its perfectly organized niche, his mind was awash with everything that had happened. He wasn't going to let this room remain a mess, after all, what if Solaris came in here to ravish him like a filly. Such a mess would ruin the mood, or at least that's what he's read in those very well hidden guidebooks in Dusk's library.

        By the time he was done cleaning he was already red in the face and thinking of nothing but Solaris's great, smooth body, and majestic wings. In fact at this very moment it was his mentor's wings he was thinking about and not a more obvious target. He didn't care to ponder why this was, he had lists to write and a journal to read.

        He floated the journal onto his writing desk and stared at it. It didn't look any different, but it radiated magic that wasn't his. It was Solaris's magic that now protected the book from prying eyes. He lifted a hoof but stopped before touching the cover. He didn't know what kind of spell locked this. It could be a trap. Some form of ironic punishment from his teacher. He might open the cover and have it burst into flames.

        Dusk took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slowly opened the book.

 

        When he was certain that he wasn't going to explode he opened one eye and looked down at the first page. It was a blank page with the printed words 'This Journal is property of...' and then a line underneath where Dusk had written his name in the most flamboyant of writing. But there was something staining the page that caught his eye. Countless, hair-like streaks of red ran across this cover page. Dusk squinted at the vandalism, a steady anger growing that Solaris would make useless marks in HIS journal. He was about to write an angry letter about it when a thought acurred to him.

        A microscope floated out of a nearby box and Dusk combined it with the book. As he zoomed in he could finally make out the detailed lines of red. They were words, and it was in Solaris's handwriting.

 

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        I, Prince Solaris, Guardian of the Day and Ruler of the Sun, I hereby declare that the Alicorn Prince Dusk Shine is never to write in such offensively small handwriting ever again. If such actions are continued then I shall be obliged to administer punish as I see appropriate. The Alicorn Prince Dusk Shine is also to do everything I, Prince Solaris tells him.

 

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        Dusk Shine froze. Visions of him locked up in a dungeon filled his mind, but then the fantasy included Solaris with a whip, and suddenly it didn't seem all that bad. He kept reading the microscopic text realizing that it was all a collection of critiques and comments on things Dusk had written.

        The tiny red text was on every page. On an early page he commented on the smell of Solaris's mane, and a note beside it commented on how Solaris would do the same to Dusk when they embraced, sniffing the young colt's scent. The comments kept going like this, each one growing slowly more erotic than the one before.

        Dusk's breath was ragged just reading it the first few pages, and he was already stiff at the thought that his mentor had written all of this. One particular entry Solaris wrote went into excruciatingly detailed, almost scientific description of the rulers mighty organ. Dusk sat there, one hoof holding the book and microscope still as the other started stroking his own engorged cock.

        He glanced down at himself, a tiny droplet of pre-cum  glistening on the tip. He was dizzy with passion and panting heavily. It looked nothing like his teacher's would, he knew Solaris's would be bigger, but he started to wonder just how his teacher would taste. He dabbed the pre-cum with his hoof and slowly lifted it up to his mouth. He looked at the liquid as it glistened there in the candle light.

        He closed his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and imagined he was kneeling underneath his teacher. The salty taste flooded his world for a brief moment before fading into a mild and addicting aftertaste that lingered in his mouth, long after his first taste.

        He couldn't focus on the book anymore. He had managed to read about a quarter of it all, but his mind couldn't focus now. He needed Solaris, he needed him bad. He took another taste and moaned lightly before whispering, “Solaris.” This wasn't enough, he needed so much more now.

        He got up and stumbled towards his bed, his erect cock slapping against his hind legs with all the delicacy of a shriveled, disfigured leg. He moaned again as he tumbled onto his bed, his uncontrolled wings getting in the way. With hair disheveled, coat sweaty, and the odd feather pointing in strange directions, Dusk found himself on his back staring at his swollen cock.

        He lifted his hips and tried to arch his head down towards himself, his mouth open and tongue out. Dusk wasn't thinking about what he was doing, he just wanted his mentor in his mouth and taste him. He grunted, and moaned as he struggled to get his tongue to the tip of his cock, or his cock closer to the tip of his tongue. The bed creaked as he kept trying.

        After an eternity of staring face to face with himself, he gave up. A plaintive whimper leaving his lips. The yearning just kept growing and growing. “Oh please....please. Just a taste.”  He lifted up his hips again and closed his eyes as he stroked himself. He imagined it was the great white Alicorn towering over him, forcing himself against the colt. He kept stroking, faster and faster, moaning and whispering whatever lewd thought crossed his lust drowned mind.

        He gave one final high pitched moan as his body convulsed and his cock erupted. With his eyes closed he felt the hot cum splash across his chest. His limbs went limp as he laid there covered in his own cum and his eyes still locked shut. The image of Solaris, standing over him with a lusty smile filled his mind.

 

**

 

        Solaris leaned against Dusk Shine's bedroom door, his ear against the cold wood. A knowing smile cross his face. He closed his eyes for a second to relish in the next moan that drifted through to his ears. And when he opened them, Artemis was there to with his ear against the door. Solaris froze, not expected his brother to be inches away during such a private moment of invading his student's privacy.

        When the next moan came to their ears, specifically a moan that sounded like 'Oh Solaris', Artemis's eyes rolled and he whispered, “We thought as much.” He gave Solaris a dismissive glare, ruffled his feathers in frustration, and silently walked off.

        Solaris was sure he'd hear more of this later, his brother was 'odd' when it came to his proclivities, but for now he was going to enjoy the sweet symphony coming through the door. What interested him most was the noise Dusk would make when he came. That noise was as unique and mysterious as magic itself. He'd heard a thousand different moans from a thousand different lovers. That  sound was sweeter than any wine.

        Dusk's sharp, high pitched moan signaled the end, and the older prince visibly trembled at the sound. His folded wings shifted and twitched reflexively, and he struggled to remain soundless. He wanted in that room. He wanted to tie up that colt and make him scream like a filly. He wanted to the sweat purple coat beneath. He wanted to sink his teeth into Dusk's cutie mark, and leave marks of his own.

 

        ...but not now. It's too soon. He had to hold back. Dusk Shine wasn't ready.

 

        He walked towards his own bedchamber, enjoying the thought of all the things he had written into that journal, and NOT the inevitable discussion with his brother.