>LAST TIME
>You encountered your mortal enemy - THE RARITY
>Cadence was able to REMOVE the JEWELFIEND from your SIGHT, but now there might be Consequences.
>Slutbra turned your pants invisible to dick around with you
>Shining badgered you into doing training
>Slutbra had a breakdown, there was D'awww involved.
>Not the Original Author, due to poor luck and poor time management skills, was doing column chromatography until an Ungodly Hour
>Not able to update
>This kills the thread.
 
>AND NOW, THE THRILLING, SINFUL TALE CONTINEUS
>You sit at the breakfast table upon the Royal Balcony
>Just Chillin'
>On your lap is a softly cooing Slutbra
>Before you is an empty plate, and Shining's Newspaper
>Normally you don't really pay attention to pony newspapers. They're all ridiculous rags anyway.
>Even the most serious one, the Morning Herald, has entire sections dedicated to whatever shenanigans the nobility are up to.
>Then again, it is Equestria, and Celestia keeps a tight rein on everything.
>HA HA, THOUGHT PUN.
>But today, the front page has a picture that catches your eye.
>You lean over, holding onto slutbra, and swipe the newspaper
>Slutbra is momentarily silenced by the movement, but goes back to cooing as you resume your stroking.
>You weild the newspaper in one hand, and behold the front page.
>"TRIXIE THE LEGAL AND LAWERFUL DOES IT AGAIN!"
>Beneath the headline stands Trixie, in full lawyer atire, in a pulpit, pointing at something to the left, mouth open in mid-yell, face cross.
>You wonder why the hell Trixie is in a church.
>"When the lonely and perverted deviant Truthful Anchor entered the courtroom to defend himself against the fiery Tuetonic Rage and the elegant Serene Blue, he thought he was a goner. He was beyond hope, walking, trembling, crawling on his sexually perverse knees to the Witness box. He was accused of playing both fillies for fools, to slake his own perverse affections, and was being sued for services rendered by Tuetonic and Serene.
>However, Truthful needn't fear, for none other thatn Trixie the Legal and Truthful was his lawyer!"
>The article went on to say that Trixie won by pointing out that the 'perverted and twisted' Truthful Anchor, despite being a sexual deviant, had no interest in fillies, and was in fact dating a colt named Lakeside Apostle.
>It says other random crap about the 'legal battle being hard fought with words and ink' and how Truthful 'didn't want anyone to think he was a pervert'.
>The end was simply Trixie announcing that she would be travelling to 'A far off Empire" to "Avenge a wrong done, and bring a Stallion to justice!"
>It was a stupid read, but amusing in it's own way.
>It's good to see Trixie moving up in the world.
>You throw the newspaper on the table, and look out of the Balcony
>This is nice
>But something is niggling at the back of your head.
>Aren't you supposed to be doing something right now?
>"ANONEEEMOOOOOOUSE!" you hear from around the corner
>With a clatter of clops appears an angry Shining, wearing a cap, a whistle and ... a very small, tight, blue and white singlet?
>wtf?
>"Anonymous! What's WRONG with you? We've got training to do lazy bones, the boys are waiting, come on, come on!"
>He trots towards you.
"Shining-" you start
>"Nope, I don't care about lifting or swimming Anon, and quite frankly you should be ASHAMED of not wanting to excersize!"
"Shining, just-"
>"Or is it because you don't want to spend time with me, is that it?" he says, rage building, "would you prefer to spend it with SLUTBRA!?"
>Woah, what?
>"Is it because I'm a stallion Anon? Is it because you feel awkward being around me!?"
>This is getting out of hand.
"Shining."
>"How do you think I feel, seeing you have fun with Cadence, and not being able to have that with you!?"
"SHINING."
>"WELL, ANON?"
>You reveal Slutbra's face, and the tear streaks upon it.
"Slutbra's having a bad time at the moment Shining," you say, softly, "Would you prefer I just left her here, crying under the table?"
>Shining looks at you, then Slutbra, then you.
>He raises an eyebrow.
>You simply stare back.
>He scrunches his face up.
>He stares at you, then Slutbra, then de-scrunches, thoughtful.
>"Alrighty then - Anonymous, come with me, and bring the slave," he says
>You roll your eyes and stand up, holding the Slutbra.
>Shining gives you a level stare.
>You return it.
>Shining continues to stare.
>You look down at Slutbra, then shrug, and put her down on the floor.
>Shining turns around with a 'humph', then trots off.
>You both follow
>He trots down through halls and corridors, past the armoury, and arrive at the Guard's Quarters.
>He opens the doors, and walks in.
>Inside is a common living area, with a few couches, tables, and chairs
>there's a few crystal ponies simply lounging around, reading, talking, throwing darts, eating, drinking.
>At a table is about ten other guards, all wearing tight singlets similar to Shining's.
>Everyone looks up as Shining enters, and salutes.
>You simply stand by the door, unsure.
>Slutbra looks in at All Dose Colts with barely surpressed lust.
>"Alright guys, there's been a change in plans." Shining says somberly, entering the room
>"I've decided to postpone our training session today," he says, looking pointedly at you
>The singlet group all look positively heartbroken.
>Somewhat.
>The rest simply magic off their singlets and begin to trot off.
>"Instead, I have an alternatively training session for you," he announces loudly, revving the magics.
>Slutbra is dragged into the centre of the room.
>"The Royal Cockslut," says Shining, smugly smiling, "has been performing ... admirably ... lately. We have decided to reward her. Starting from now until I return, I respectfully request that all her holes be filled with your cocks, or otherwise occupied with your marehoods."
>All the guards turn and look at Slutbra, who has a look that is a mixture of fear and intense joy on her face.
>"Any questions?" asks Shining, looking around. "Nope? Then you may begin."
>Shining casually trots out of the room as several stallions and one or two mares converge on Slutbra.
>As the doors close you see a stallion mount Slutbra violently, and watch her eyes roll up into her head.
>Poor lucky bastard.
>Shining trots off in the direction of the Oval, with you in pursuit.
>You pass through halls, go down stairs, and emerge outside to a glorious day, eventually making your way to the oval.
>It's not an overly large affair. It's ringed by a running track and a small set of steps to double as seats.
>You hop, leap and jump dwon after SHining, who has remained silent on the walk down here.
>He turns around, once you reach the running track.
>"Alright, Anon, are you ready to get fit?" he says, with some acid.
>Yeah, naw.
>This shit just isn't going to fly.
>It is time...FOR COMMUNICATION and DIPLOMACY!
"Nope." you say, arms crossed, "I want to know what the fuck just happened back there."
>Shining glares at you.
>"Oh nothing, just thought that my best bud would want to spend the day with me instead of that tramp!" he snarls.
"Says the guy who was going to train with me and several other guys I have no idea who are?" you reply, coldly.
>"But they're MY best friends!" he cries, "And I want you to meet them! But instead you're just like 'NOPE, don't want to meet new ponies, fuck that, and fuck Shining'!"
>He does a fairly good impersonation, you'll give him that
"Shining, it's not that. I care about you, really. It's just that these are guards, who love you and Cadence!" you justify, "How do you think those guys would be around the guy who broke your hearts and ruined the Crystal Empire? They already give me weird looks in the hallways-"
>"Because you won't train with them, you blithering idiot!" yells Shining, "They think you're higher and mightier than them!"
>Oh.
"Oh." you echo your thoughts.
>He kind of has a point.
>"You see? They want to get to know you better! Or do you think that I'd seriously have you train with a bunch of guys, who I know very well, who'd hate you?"
"...No, not really." you reply.
>Shining puts his hoof on your leg, as he does.
>"I'm not trying to make a fool out of you, Anon, I just want you to be happy, and to have the same amount of fun that I do with my friends."
>You simply stare at the ground, sheepish.
>You sigh.
"I'm sorry Shining," you say
>He stands on his rear legs, his forehooves walking up you.
>You pick him up and hug him.
>DIPLOMACY HAS BEEN ACHIEVED!
>"Well, enough of that," says Shining suddenly leaping out of your arms. 'It's time to TRAIN!"
>He poses Inspirationally.
>And like a bit of a dick.
"Alright", you say, chuckling
 
 --
 
>"Come on Anon! Surely you have more than THAT!"
>After some stretching, pushups and crunches, you are now running with Shining.
>However, you're a swimmer and a lifter - most of your strength is in your arms.
>Not your legs.
>You were good for about three laps.
>It is now lap twelve.
>Shining has a light sweat, and seems to be enjoying himself.
>You on the other hand.
>Your legs are burning.
>Your chest is burning.
>You're huffing and puffing.
>Your running has become lumbering.
>Your vision is getting slightly grey at the edges.
>You're hot as hell.
>Hotter than you've felt in a while.
>You've french fried when you should've pizza'd
>And now you're having a Bad Time.
>"Come ON!" says the white unicorn thingy, getting behind you and attempting to massage your back.
>On an unrelated note, you appear to be moving faster.
>The unicorn pushes you along with red desert, the surface hard and hot and sticky
>It dissappears into white and grey forever.
>Briefly, you're wondering why you're looking at a very bright and hot light.
>You swear you can hear it laughing at your misfortune.
>And breathing so hard
>And why is there a horse head blocking the light?
 
>"Anon! Anon, are you okay?"
>You blink a few times
>Oh, you're on the ground.
"Ergh, what ... happened?" you ask, breathless.
>"You kind just flopped over onto the grass," he says, concerned.
>You simply put a hand over your pounding eyes.
"I TOLD you I had shit leg strength...and endurance...and...everything," you say, breathless.
>You can physically feel Shining roll his eyes at you.
>"Anon, you're unfit,"
"I'm fit ... just can't ... run for shit,"
>You remove your hand, and look over at Shining through the glare of the sun.
>The sun...
>It seems a little too large.
>You look around on the grass, and find a small clod of dirt.
>You take aim, and throw the clod vaguely in the direction of the giant skylight.
>There's a 'fump'.
>"ARGH IT'S IN MY EYES!" you hear the sun delicately state, before it returns to it's rightful place in the sky with some haste.
>Shining looks at the sun, startled, then at you.
>"What was THAT about?"
"A fucking bitch," you state, getting into something resembling a sitting position, "Can I get some water please?"
>Shining magics a water bottle to you, which you greedily drink.
>"Seriously, why is the sun angry at you?"
>You look at Shining, and shrug.
>Shining just boggles at you.
>"Well, we might as well get your sorry butt out of the sun, if it hates you that much." states the White unicorn
>You find yourself levitated via sky-blue aura, and you float back up the stairs, in the direction of the castle.
>However, instead of heading there, you take a sharp right, and find yourself entering a crystal building.
>From the signs its the changing rooms.
>You're soon enveloped in nice, cool darkness.
>You stop levitating on a bench.
>Ow.
"Jeeze Shining" you say, taking another swig of glorious water.
>"I'm sorry, it's just your fat ass was getting too heavy for me to bear." claims Shining. He swipes his brow and sighs.
"I do not have a fat ass," you say, defensively. "If anything, YOU are the one with a fat ass!"
>Shining turns around, showing you his ass.
>"Nope! My ass is finely curved, chiselled to perfection!" he says, swaying his hips.
>You look over his rear with a critical eye.
>His butt cheeks are nicely toned.
>His tail flicks a bit, giving you a glimpse of his entrance, and below that, his pendulous balls.
>He looks back over at you, with a mock sultry look.
>Not bad.
>DICK!
>Too late Anon, you're GAAAAY.
>GAAAAY FOR SHINING'S ASSSSSSS.
>AND HIS BALLLS. LOOKS AT THEM.
>Imagine what they'd feel like on your tongue, all covered with sweat.
>So full of seed, just waiting to be pumped out.
>Imagine how much that would be - remember, from your freaky-ass-weird-mind-thingy with Cadence, he's got a lot, just BEGGING to be released!
>...
>...
>...I'm not talking to you dick.
>OH COME ON!
>Shining has gone from mock sultry to questioning.
>QUICK ANON, DON'T LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT!
"You petrify your rear and have sculptors work on you with sandpaper and chisels?" you question, eyebrow raised.
>Shining regards you with narrowed eyes, an eyebrow raised.
>He then smiles, wickedly.
>He flips over onto his side, flicking his tail away, revealing his crack.
>"Yep, only the best!" declares Shining, "Namely from the Bathhouse in Appleloosa. Those guys know exactly how to rub a rump to perfection. How to get the curves juuuust right, how to make that pucker juuust the right size...and tightness..."
>He rolls onto his back, and spreads his legs, revealing his sheath and growing, hardening dick.
>"...and they know EXACTLY how to chisel out a dick, Anon. How to make it juuust the right size, and juuust the right taste."
>You can't help but stare at it, as your dick hisses delightful things into your ears.
>But you'r not talking to your dick, you tell yourself.
>You lick your lips subconciously though.
>Your lips are just a little dry, yeah.
"The right taste?" you ask, "How the hell do sculptors get a taste right?"
>"Why don't you find out?" says Shining.
>You blink, and decide to think that despite the fact you're not talking to your dick, he does have some good points.
>Well, for one, you want to know what he tastes like.
>And you are a little bit thirsty.
>And...well, you know it's gay, but right now...
>You want to show Shining that you care, truly care about him.
>You're on your hands and knees above his groin, and just look at it.
>You gingerly hold it in one of your hands, just examining it.
>"It's not going to bite, Anon," quips Shining
>You simply roll your eyes.
>You begin to stroke it with that hand, feeling it throb.
>You hear Shining's breath hitch a little bit.
>You release it, then look down from his tool to those two orbs.
>You hold them gingerly in your hand, feeling their weight.
>That's...surprising, actually.
>You lie down and get down on your elbows.
>Shining is just looking at you, expectant, starting to breath a little hard.
>You pick up his balls again, and give one of them a tender lick.
>...that's a weird taste.
>It's not salty, its...
>You find yourself licking his balls, and the base of his cock, trying to figure out that taste.
>What the hell IS that?
>The best you can describe is sweet, slick, maple syrup.
>You stop licking, finding you're breathing hard, as well as finding other parts of your body are hard.
>Namely your knees and elbows.
>...actually just your dick at this point.
>Painfully so.
>But you're here for Shining, dammit!
>You raise yourself up a bit, and look at his throbbing member, a small amount of pre soaking it.
>Shining is practially moaning for you to continue.
>You pick it up in your hand, and lick the top experimentally.
>That syrup taste is more powerful and a little more sweet.
>You can live with this.
>You think back on both how Shining and Slutbra blow you.
>You wrap your lips around his head, and stroke his member.
>Shining moans.
>You start licking a bit, and he moans louder.
>You really start licking, and he cringes a bit.
>You slow down a bit, and he begins to moan again.
>This is kind of fun.
>You try and get your head down his dick a little bit more, eventually getting halfway down it, before the gag-reflex kicks in, and you quickly remove his dick from your mouth.
>You cough a bit.
>Shining simply giggles
>"Tried to go too greedily and too deep?" he jokes.
>You look up at him, and quickly increase your stroking.
>"Aaa~ng!" he moans, one of his legs kicking.
>That shut him up.
>You gently cup his balls with one hand, hold his head with the other, and give his shaft some long licks.
>You begin to rub his cockhead when his response is rather lacking.
>You then move your hand off his head, and gently scqueeze the base, putting his cockhead back in your mouth, and giving it a few licks.
>He likes that.
>You work your hand up and down, trying to squeeze his maple syrup cum out.
>You lick his head, insistent.
>At some point a hoof appeared on your head, and Shining began to try and thrust into you.
>You increase intensity to match the increased intensity of his moaning.
>Soon both hooves are on your head.
>"I'mgonnacum" he blurts.
>You stroke faster, and you feel his balls pull up.
>You feel his dick THROB.
>You feel a line suddenly raise on the underside of his dick.
>And suddenly theres a powerful, thick taste in your mouth.
>The next second, that taste threatens to go down your breathe hole.
>You pull off, coughing and spluttering, as Shining paints your face with his cum.
>One rope, two rope, three rope.
>You look up, seeing his head back, both hooves still on your head.
>He spurts a few more times, getting your chest and hands.
>You swallow what's left in your mouth, and you're suddenly in the mood for pancakes.
>Oh god, you're covered in cum.
>Oh god, you reek of maple syrup cum.
>Oh god, you just sucked off a pony.
>...OH GOD, YOU DON'T CARE YOU SUCKED OFF A PONY.
>You try and sort of wipe off the cum - there IS a lot of it.
>On your face.
>And Everywhere, but mainly your face.
>And your shirt.
>You look up and see Shining, breathing deeply, looking at you, kneeling and taking your cum-stained shirt off.
>He smiles, rolls onto his front, and trots over to you.
>"Silly human," he says, then licks your face.
>Clean.
>He then travels down your bare chest, taking off any remaining traces.
>Then he gets to his boxers.
>"Why did you train in your pajamas, Anon?" he asks with a shake of his head.
"Because fuck you," you say.
>Shining looks up at you, smirks, and your boxers are gone.
>Freaking unicorns obsessed with stealing your god-damned pants.
>He turns around, and shakes his rump.
>"Yes, why don't you?" he says, rubbing up against your hard member.
>How can you disagree?
>You use one hand to grab that toned butt, and another to line up.
>You think for a second, then try and spit on your hand.
>"What are you doing?" says Shining, looking back at you vainly trying to get some saliva on your hand.
"Lube," you reply, mid spit.
>Shining revs the magic, and now your dick is covered in slick.
>You raise your eyebrwos.
>"Unicorn," he says, smugly.
>You grab your dick, and without further discourse hilt it into his tight pony rear.
>"AAhhh~nng" he declares.
>That shut him up.
>You dig your fingers into his hips and grind his rear.
>He shakily pushes back into your thrusts, groaning and panting all the while.
>You gently stroke his back, his sides, his neck, as you give him nice little thrusts.
>He keeps pushing back, more and more.
>"Just...don't be...gentle, please just... rut me Anon, rut me like the mare I am!" he begs.
>You don't need asking.
>You reach out, and grab his mane, and use it to promptly go to town and jack hammer his ass.
>His ring clenches HARD down on you, milking you, as he moans and pants.
>Your hips slap into his.
>You balls swing into his.
>Yep, this is gay.
>Don't care.
>You pound in and out with animal like ferocity.
>No tenderness, only a tight little mare that needs pounding.
>Shining is nearly yelling your name right now.
>You're panting his.
>You feel a tightness in your balls, and promptly speed up even more.
>Shining is screaming now.
>You throb, throb, hilt and promptly explode into him, flooding his rear with your thick cum.
>That anal ring clenches tight around you, as you feel Shining scream out, and you hear a very heavy splat, splat, splat from under the both of you.
>You pick up Shining, and roll onto the ground, so you're both on your sides, lying on the ground, panting.
>You pull out, Shining's ring staying tight around you, cleaning you as you withdraw, not spilling a drop.
>You pull him back into you, and hug him.
>You both lay there, panting from exersion.
"That..." you say, "...was intense."
>Shining lazily rolls over, and kisses you.
>You find yourself replying in kind.
>Shining finishes, and looks at you.
>He leans in, his eyes big and sparkley.
>"So, did the sculpters get it right?" he whispers.
>You nuzzle him.
"You're a dill, Shining."