Chapter 6: Coming to Terms

Meanwhile in the gym, Shining Armor wasn’t sure what to do. He had Silver Shield pressed into the floor, her gigantic tits flattened against the gym mat, her fat ass high in the air. A single word had been repeating through her head and through her lips like a mantra or a prayer. Her cutie mark remained altered with symbols of his chains, and her neck was still collared with Shining Armor’s magical chains.

“Cock! Cock! Cock! Cock! Cock! Cock! Cock!”

But Shining Armor wasn’t paying much attention; Umbra’s panic had brought him back to reality. What had he done? He had let himself become something he wasn't, perhaps a monster. He'd treated Silver Shield like his own personal cumdump. He'd fucked Umbra! The dark queen who'd once enslaved the ponies of the Crystal Empire. How could he ever face his subjects again? And there was Cadance.

Cadance...

That shame stung the most. Like a shard of ice jabbed deep into his heart. He'd cheated on her; he'd betrayed her. He'd betrayed the princess of love, the goddess of love, family, and devotion, but the titles didn't matter. He'd betrayed Cadance, the pony who he loved to his very core, the pony he loved with every cell in his body. He'd betrayed the kindest, sweetest, most intelligent, and most beautiful pony in the entire world, and for what? Because his dick had gotten hard?

Shining Armor's fists clenched; he wanted to punch something. The first who came to mind was Silver Shield, a treacherous, illogical part of himself blaming her for his sin. If she hadn't been so sexy, so ****, so easy... but no. He buried that instinct deep down; Shining Armor wasn't that petty a stallion; he wasn't one of those childish bastards who blamed women for his own sins, so he swallowed that anger. Refusing to let it control him.

Then there was his anger at Umbra. She had been the one who'd set everything into motion, the one who'd whispered into Silver Shield's ear, into his own ear, and like a fool, he'd allowed her to manipulate him. He almost had to laugh that he'd allowed himself to swallow that cock and bull story about a journal in Cadance's room where she was begging to be a sex **** to him. That was a hormonal teenaged fantasy, not a reality. He could only imagine Umbra laughing in her room knowing that Shining Armor had betrayed Cadance. Perhaps it was part of some kind of evil plan to turn Cadance and Shining Armor against each other and take the Crystal Empire under their feet, or perhaps she simply got off on ruining lives. To think Shining Armor had considered being nice to her.

But even Umbra didn't summon as much anger in Shining Armor as much as one particular stallion, and that stallion was him. How shallow could he have been to follow Umbra's suggestions? To let himself be controlled by his dick? To let his lust overpower his love? What kind of stallion was he? All his pride in his own nobility, morality, and kindness had melted in one single moment of weakness. Now he had only an acidic feeling of sickness in his stomach where his pride and his head should be.

He buried his head in his hands. What was he going to do now? What about Flurry Heart? Would his wonderful daughter be **** to grow up with parents who hated each other? **** to decide between a sinful, depraved father and an innocent, loving mother who was betrayed despite doing no wrong? He wanted to punch himself, to strangle himself. Or to wake up from this nightmare and go back to the way things were. But no matter how much he might hope otherwise, the truth was plain to see. This was no dream, and he would have to live with the consequences.

The first step would be to deal with Silver Shield's cutie mark and collar. He tried to remember how he'd cast that spell in the first place; perhaps he could undo it. He was horny back then, so very horny back then; his mind was consumed by lust, and his memories were foggy. He tried to tap into the same power as before, to allow himself to summon the same power. He felt it lying within him, but it was an ugly power. Bubbling like a vat of bubbling oil, a symptom of the dark need to control, every second he spent with his power threatened to corrupt him more.

He attempted to control that power, to tame it and redirect it to release Silver Shield from his control. To let her cutie mark, and with it her natural talent, revert back to normal. But the magic wouldn't let him; it raged and battled against his control like a wild beast. It was like trying to reason with a timberwolf or a feral dragon; he summoned every ounce of his willpower, but when the magic erupted from his horn, the chain around her collar didn't disappear, nor did her cutie mark change at all. He'd had no effect whatsoever.

Wait no. Shining Armor glimpsed again at the docile Silver Shield, ignoring the way she moaned when Shining Armor cast his spell on her. While at first it had looked like his spell had had no effect, a closer glimpse showed that his cutie mark had appeared on the magical collar around her neck. Fucking fantastic, now there would be no way to even pretend he wasn't responsible for this.

Silver Shield had noticed the cutie mark around her neck, but her reaction was one of a coy smile, her fingers tracing across the mark on her collar. "Marking your property, Master? Well, I will wear your mark proudly for all to witness."

"Don't." The word came out more than a threat than a request. "Don't call me master."

Silver Shield's look of surprise was interrupted by the gym door being thrown open, sending Shining Armor into shock. This was it; it was over. Whatever hope he had of delaying the inevitable was gone. There was no hiding this display to whomever came inside, no denying what had happened. Perhaps if it weren't Cadance or Twilight, he might be able to bribe the intruder or threaten them into silence. But no, Shining Armor wouldn't do that. He wouldn't compromise what was left of his principles to try and run away from his mistake. He would face them head-on.

Very reluctantly he brought himself to his feet and turned to face the person. It was one of the maids; like all of them, she was dressed to reveal quite a fair bit of her cleavage, and also like all the other maids in the Crystal Empire, she had quite a bit of cleavage to show. She had a purple fur coat that was shining in the light reflecting across the crystals of the walls, and her maid outfit was so skimpy that she wore less than a strapless bra, and her skirt was small enough that the slightest bend at the waist would flash her pussy.

"Oh?" She said, a hand going to her mouth, eyes widening with surprise as he took note of the scandalous scene before her.

“I can explain," Shining Armor said, waving his arms. "Well, actually I can’t explain, but can you—"

Can she what? Be quiet? Cover it up? Pretend it never happened? None of those ideas sounded right to Shining Armor, but he couldn’t just pretend it was normal. He couldn’t just send her away either, but doing nothing seemed stupid as well.

But to his surprise the maid’s wide eyes of wonder slowly started to give way to a coy smirk. She placed her hands on her hips, eyes lighting up with a devilish grin. “We’ve been wondering when you’d come around.”

“I…just… I…huh?” His brain had crashed, unable to comprehend the sheer craziness of what he’d just heard. What he was seeing with his own eyes. He could see the maid leaning forward, hands clasped, and elbows pushing her breasts together. Such a succulent pair they were as well. Double-Ds at least, maybe more.

His cock betrayed him once again, stirring and hardening against his will. It seemed to be an insatiable beast, hungry for any taste of female flesh it could get. Never being satisfied, never being controlled, and no matter how much was given, his libido simply wanted more. Impossible to appease, it had to be controlled.

Something that Shining Armor had stubbornly insisted on doing before but was now finding it harder to control. He had to leave, flee. Without another word he pulled his shorts over his legs, not bothering with pants or shirts, and pushed past the maid into the halls of the Crystal Palace.

He knew he was exposed, knew that anypony who saw him topless wouldn’t forget. There’d be gossip, scandal; almost certainly it’d be in the newspapers. But that was the furthest thing from his mind right now, a problem for future Shining Armor. And a problem that seemed so far from his real one.

But that problem wasn’t an easy one to hide. Even against his baggy shorts, his member was noticeable. And no pony could fail to notice how hard he was, nor how big he was. He knew that this too was going to end up in tomorrow’s newspapers; there’d already been no shortage of porn magazines spreading lewd, filthy gossip in the Crystal Empire. Most dismissed it, but now there’d be fuel to that fire. Not that Shining Armor cared about that; he didn’t care about much in that moment.

“Shining Armor, wait!” It was that maid from before; Prancing Pony, he thought her name was. One of the many busty maids that had been hired by Cadance at the castle. Had Cadance been testing him all this time? Something similar to Celestia’s enigmatic tests to Twilight? If she had, then Shining Armor had royally failed.

“Yes?” He said curtly. It was harsh enough to make Prancing freeze for a second, but he didn’t have it in him to apologize. He just didn’t want to handle this right now.

“You seem stressed.” Prancing Pony said, and Shining Armor had to bite back a laugh.

“Stressed is an understatement.” He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. For a second he thought he saw Prancing Pony’s eyes flicker down to the bulge in his pants, but he didn’t comment on it.

“I was just thinking…” Prancing Pony was considering her next words carefully. Like she was searching for what exactly she was ‘thinking’ at that moment. Almost as if she were making an excuse. “…that I could offer you a massage. It could calm you down and help you relax.”

At first Shining Armor was going to dismiss the offer out of hand, but quickly he reconsidered. He needed to control himself, and Prancing Pony was right; he needed to calm down. He didn’t want to do something reckless or stupid out of anger. Acting without thinking, restlessness. Anger could be just as damaging as arousal, perhaps even more so.

"Alright," he said, slumping his shoulders. "But make it quick."

Prancing Pony’s eyes lit up, and she practically skipped down the halls when leading Shining Armor to the spa of the Crystal Palace. He didn’t visit the spa often by himself; normally it was Cadance who wanted him to spend the day there with Shining Armor happy to join her. But right now he definitely appreciated being able to relax alone.

He threw himself onto the massage table, his head facing into the ground through a hole in the mattress. He could hear Prancing Pony dancing around to gather all the necessary oils and preparations for the massage, but he couldn't bring himself to share her enthusiasm. If anything, her happiness only frustrated him even more.

"Now don't worry, Ma-Sir. Just take a deep breath and relax." Prancing Pony said as she started to squeeze the runny, wet massage fluid across his back. It was ice cold to his skin, but the hands that rubbed it into his back were warm. Shining Armor tried to breathe, but it did little to soothe his anger. A part of him was impatient to leave, but he tried to relax all the same.

"I know it's difficult, but tell me what's bothering you." She soothed, her hands rubbing his back. Kneading away the tension and frustration inside of him, it was starting to work a little. Or at least the tension was starting to become less worked up, not that it helped a little.

"You saw what happened in the gym; don't try to play dumb." Shining Armor growled, with more bite than he meant to. "You saw what I did with Silver Shield."

Shining Armor couldn't see Prancing Pony's face, but he heard her make an understanding yet almost wistful sigh. "Oh yes, I saw what you did. Are you worried that you had somehow hurt Silver Shield? Or that you mistreated her in some way? Because she didn't look like she was hurt in any way, sir. No, she looked like she enjoyed it very much."

Prancing Pony cracked a particularly tense knot in Shining Armor's back, letting out considerable tension. He was starting to relax now, the previous panic and stress slowly fading away. It wasn't doing much to improve the situation, but at least he'd calmed down enough that he wasn't getting mad at every little thing anymore. "No, but that's not the issue?"

"What is the real issue then?" She pressed, not just with her words but with her body. Shining Armor could feel her reaching over her body, breasts pressing against his back. His arousal was starting to hurt, his cock getting so hard as it was sandwiched between his body and the massage table.

"Isn't it obvious? I cheated with Cadance!" Shining Armor said, his voice just below a wail. The confession brought his distress back to the open, his insides twisting once again as the full weight of his crime came to light. Though Prancing Pony did not share his distress, instead letting out an understanding sigh.

“Oh right, of course. You would be thinking that.” Prancing Pony said, a note of exasperation in her voice.

"Why, why wouldn't I be thinking that?" Shining Armor asked, his tone just short of a snarl until Prancing Pony pressed hard on the knots on his feet, and a new wave of relaxation came over him.

"There have been whispers..." Prancing Pony explained, choosing her every word carefully. Allusions and gossip spread across the Crystal Empire. Rumors about your wife..."

"What?" Shining Armor asked, trying to **** himself up until he was pressed down by Prancing Pony, the full weight of her body pressing into his back, especially her ample breasts. He could feel those nipples harden against his back, almost to his exasperation, not that it didn't mean his cock wasn't responding all the same. "What rumors?"

"Relax, sir, there's no need to panic; they're nothing bad. Just... interests that your wife might have." Prancing Pony assured him, voice dripping with excitement. "Just interests we think she might have in secret. Desires we've overheard her discussing."

"What desires?" Shining Armor asked. Trying and failing to ignore the way her breasts were pressing against his back, smothering the massage fluid across his back. Cold to the touch, a stark contrast to the warmth of his body, he knew what she was doing with her breasts from the way she pressed her body against him and the way that every second that passed led to more and more of her skin pressing against his skin. But every time he tried to open his mouth to respond or move from his position, Prancing Pony would undo another knot, press him in exactly the right way, and that resistance would quickly give way to relaxation.

And with every moment that passed, he was getting harder, and with it, his urge to resist coming undone. The previous guilt, shame, and fear were giving way to new emotions of dominance, lust, and control. Umbra wasn't here anymore, but Shining Armor could still hear her whispering in his soul, fuelling the flames of his lust and corruption. Something Prancing Pony must have picked up on, because her voice held a note of greater happiness in it.

"We noticed that Cadance always made sure to hire the bustiest, sexiest maids and guards for your palace. She always made allusions during the hiring process, making sure to know exactly what we thought about you, particularly your body, your muscles, and your cock." A finger briefly reached under Shining Armor's body as she said this to steal a trace of his cock's skin. Shining Armor tried to make himself feel angry, but the beast that was his cock had other ideas. "She was through, you know. She made sure only the sluttiest, sexiest, and most hungry for your cock would qualify."

Shining Armor's mind went into panic mode again; he could feel that monster from before reacting once again. Inspired by the promise of escaping any consequence of the forbidden fruit hung before him. He tried to strangle this beast, but it no longer needed Umbra to inflame his passions. "I don't believe you."

But that was a half-truth, if not a downright lie. It was one thing that Umbra suggested it and another that Silver Shield was willing to go along with it, but when Prancing Pony also presented the idea, it was becoming harder to ignore. And it didn't help that his mind was starting to notice something, connecting dots that he'd always ignored before. He remembered that Cadance had always insisted on hiring each and every guard and maid in the palace. She had her reasons, of course, reminding him of the Chrysalis incident, but there was always a trend for the guards and maids to be unusually busty, unusually sexy.

Then there were the uniforms; again, Cadance had designed those too. She had insisted on it as well, even when Shining Armor had raised his concerns for the practicality of the armor. Cadance again had her excuses, insisting that her magical enchantments would keep the guard ponies safe, that her magic was stronger than any armor, and that this just happened to be a cultural tradition in the old Crystal Empire that they had to respect. Again Shining Armor had let her have her way; as long as his soldiers were safe and capable, then he didn't much mind what they wore.

But then again, did they really need to show so much sideboob? So much cleavage? Did their navels need to be exposed? Did they have to have their modesty protected only by a pelvic curtain? Did they really need to have so much skin exposed?

He heard fabrics fall to the ground behind him; it seemed like Prancing Pony had ditched her outfit. His dick hardened, as if smelling a meal behind him.

"Don't you, Sir? Because I can see your mind turning, the gears turning in your head. I know you can't dismiss this completely; you know it's true, and it's not just because of how she recruited us. We've often passed by Cadance's room, we can hear her pleasuring herself, and she moans her fantasies out loud all the time. Begging for you to fuck us, to use us, to claim us in so many ways. She's quite creative, you know; it's stirred quite a few fantasies for my own endeavors."

The words would inspire Shining Armor's lust once again, a feeling that felt treacherously like hope. Would Prancing Pony lie? Would Silver Shield? Umbra definitely would, but she was now just one voice among several. "Is it true?"

Shining Armor couldn't keep the pleading out of his voice. The logic in his mind was trembling once again beneath the weight of his lust. And it wasn't just his lust, due to having Prancing Pony straddle him across his back, her breasts pressing between his shoulders, her pussy dripping down his own butt and trickling into the fabric of the bed, but the thought of this new sexy side of his wife. "Yes, and I can see why, Master. Your body is so sexy, rippled with muscles and power, and your cock is fantastic.

She slipped off of him gracefully and then flipped Shining Armor over. His cock, now free from being sandwiched against the table, now stood tall in the room like a tree standing against the wind or a flag. He could hear Prancing Pony gasping in delight, her left hand tracing the cock like it was made of gold. "It's so magnificent; I would love to serve it... May I, please, Master? I assure you Cadance will be fine with it. It's what she wants; I can prove it if you'll give me the chance."

Shining Armor searched her face for signs of deceit or deception but found none. It had to be true, some part of it. Perhaps he could indulge a little; would it hurt?

His hands shot forward; now given permission from his mind, they thrust into Prancing Pony’s chest like starved dogs preying upon their meal. And Shining Armor couldn’t muster the effort to resist his instincts anymore. “You arrogant slut. You think I didn’t know what you were up to? Preying on my anxieties? You think I didn’t realize what kind of massage you were giving me?”

Prancing Pony said nothing; she was whimpering and moaning. Shining Armor's hands fueling her lust, his voice strict and disciplined. Exactly like the master she hoped Shining Armor could be. “Forgive your unworthy **** maid, Sir. I just spied an opportunity, and I was given permission by Cadance and—"

“It’s Master, Slut!” Shining Armor barked like a man possessed. He thrust himself forwards, hands squeezing the cheeky slut’s tits the whole time. She let him take charge, her feet pinning his shorts so that as he sat up, they fell from his waist. His cock was free, and she was looking at it as if it were a lion released from its cage.

“What do you want to do with me, Master?” She asked, smiling wide. Shining Armor continued to press the minx down until her back was against the massage table and he was looming over her.

But she raised a fair question: What was he going to do with her? A thousand ideas sprang through his mind, but a primal part of his soul insisted her cheek had to be punished. That she needed to be disciplined. Then he spotted it, on a table between them, the same massage oil that she had rubbed into his back. He could still feel that oil drenching it, so much more than needed to be smeared against it.

And as he peered down, the reason was abundantly clear as to why. For Prancing Pony’s tits had been soaked in the substance like a sponge soaking in water. She’d used them like a dishcloth, smothering his back in the oil with her own tits, just for her own perverted pleasure.

Well, two can play at that game.

“It seems that turnabout is fair play.” Shining Armor said, smothering a large dollop of oil into his hands and then rubbing them into his behemoth of a cock. Prancing Pony watching, wide-eyed, panting like she’d run a marathon. Shining Armor continued to rub the oil onto his dick until there was nothing left of the bottle; he then chucked it over his shoulder. “Don’t you agree, you little slut?”

"Yes, Master, please punish your disobedient whore.”

Guilt and shame proved to be weak emotions, unable to overcome the power of his lust. His dick spread across Prancing Pony’s body, rubbing oil across the entire surface, like a knife spreading butter. Everywhere he spread, her fur would start to glisten, her every contour of her fuckable curves on full display. Shining like an invitation, silently begging Shining Armor to take what was his.

For Shining Armor, he was finding it hard not to cum. Many a time as he spread his dick over her, marking his property, he was caught up in fantasies of cumming. Of coating that glistening, purple fur in his sticky seed. But he resisted, for now. There was so much more fun to be had.

Soon Prancing Pony’s body was glistening, soft, and ever so smooth. Tingling and cold against his cock, wherever it or his hands touched, they threatened to slip. Much like rubber, but effortlessly sexier to the touch. The urge to cum was becoming more and more difficult to resist, with every passing second, but he resisted, instead opting to squeeze Prancing Pony's tits in each of his hands and bring them together, and he could see from the way that Prancing Pony's eyes lit up that she knew what he was about to do.

He thrust between her tits, her cleavage serving as his own personal pussy as he thrust through. He'd always had a secret fetish for titfucks; they were a sign of submission, a mare serving her stallion without receiving pleasure in return. That and he just really liked fucking a big pair of tits, and from the looks of it so did Prancing Pony.

"Yes, Master, fuck my tits. Use them for your pleasure; they're yours to use, ****, and take for your own." Prancing Pony pleaded, eyes wide with sinful delight, her mouth curled into a wicked, stupid grin when she wasn't moaning. Her hands rested on top of Shining Armor's, helping him press her own tits together, a gesture that would have been almost romantic if the situation hadn't been so erotic.

"If you insist," Shining Armor growled, picking up speed. His hands moved from her tits to her shoulders, pinning her against the floor, now that he was free to do so since Prancing Pony had taken his place squeezing her own tits. His shame and guilt from before now felt like a fleeting memory, as the monster in himself seemed to consume him with a wild abandon. It didn't take long until he was thrown over the edge. His cum burst; thick semen was squirting across Prancing Pony's face, drenching it in his thick semen. Her glasses had been thrown off by the torrent of semen, clattering somewhere out of the corner of her eye.

She pawed at her face, wiping it with the back of her hands so that she could see, but she was smiling as if she had been covered in gold. A small treacherous part of Shining Armor started to wonder how bad this could be. How wrong could it be? If Cadance never found out, then ultimately all that he had done was make a lot of mares very happy. No hearts would be broken, but a lot of mares would be smiling a lot more, and Shining Armor's dick would be getting very satisfied. It was an idea that the devil on his shoulder was keen to whisper in his ear.

It was said that lies travelled faster than truth; the same, it seemed, could be applied to lust and reason. He was now in his zone, the dominant beast from before coming out, his mind filling with excuses faster than he could challenge them. How could he fight this monster inside when he didn't want to?

He shuffled off the massage table, not because he wanted to give Prancing Pony relief, not in the slightest. Rather, because he wanted to go further, and he had more dark ideas in his mind. "Flip over."

His order was curt, simple, and sharp. Prancing Pony nearly came just from hearing it, and she rushed on her wobbly knees and shaking arms to obey the order and turn her body over. Her ass thrust high in the air, her breasts pressed down onto the table. Shining Armor climbed up, towering over her. Two holes were staring back at him, one juicy, leaking, and wet; the other tight, small, and ever so fuckable. Choice, choices...

He spread Prancing Pony's tight, bubble butt. A hand on each cheek, and his thumbs spreading the holes as wide as they could. Both holes were virgin, even if it looked like Prancing Pony had attempted to sate her lusts with dildos and fingers.

He chose the asshole, wanting to claim the forbidden hole. Prancing Pony hadn't expected it, but Shining Armor had already plunged into it; it was tight. Very tight, the tight hole had to be stretched in order for him to thrust in. She had to go at it like a battering ram, breaking through it like a castle gate. But whatever pain Prancing Pony might have been feeling was drowned out with moans of pleasure. "Yes, yes, fuck me in my ass; use my tight fuckable butt for your pleasure, Master. My every hole is yours."

Shining Armor grinned like a wolf as he heard her words and broke in deeper. She seemed so very fuckable here. Shining Armor had heard rumors of spells and magic that made it so that mares didn't have anything to worry about no matter how hard they were fucked, and it seemed to be the same here. Shining Armor welcomed the development, eager to have nothing to worry about and to be free to fuck her as savagely as he wanted.

He was picking up speed, thrusting deeper, harder into her ass. With every thrust his inhibitions weakened, his concerns starting to fade away. Why was he so worried when everypony around him was so eager? His previous shame and guilt were becoming a distant feeling. The concerns of a naïve child or pointless anxiety. This was what he needed; this was when he felt truly alive. If there was any shame left in his heart, it was overwhelmed by his lust.

He kept thrusting deeper and deeper into her ass, the forbidden carnal desire to conquer consuming him. Here he was king, and she served him. It was ecstasy, bliss. For just this moment he could forget the consequences, forget Cadance, and forget his shame and guilt and simply live the dream.

His horn lit up, his magic responding to the corruption in his heart. By instinct he knew what to do, the same spell he cast on Silver Shield. So much easier to cast than it was to remove. For a split second he hesitated, remembering how he hadn’t been able to undo this step.

But then Prancing Pony moaned, and her head started thrashing into a nod. Even with her ass filled with Shining Armor’s cock, the message she was sending was undeniable, especially with her smile and gleam in her eyes. All his hesitation seemed to disappear in a moment, and he knew what he wanted to do next. "You want this, don't you?" Prancing Pony answered only with an incomprehensible moan. "You want to be my sex ****. You want to have all your agency torn away from you and replaced with a need to serve me, don't you? You want to be bound to serve me, don't you? Mind, body, soul, and cutie mark—you want it all to be warped to serve my will, don't you?

He thrust deep, his deep thrusts rippling through her body like the crack of a whip. It startled Prancing Pony out of her lustful stupor and replaced it with a whorish scream. "YES, MASTER! PLEASE, TAKE ME! BIND ME! USE ME! BRAND ME! MAKE ME YOURS!"

Shining Armor looked at her cutie mark; it was a simple feather duster. If Shining Armor remembered correctly, then Prancing Pony’s special talent was that of a caretaker. Well, he certainly intended for her to be taking care of him. He reached into his magic, partly on instinct and partly out of a lustful curiosity to cast the spell.

When he had last done this with Silver Shield, it had been on impulse. The dark, lustful creature of corruption within his heart had been caged by his instincts, and when that cage had been opened, it had leapt out without warning. Marking Silver Shield with pure instinct and savage lust. This time, though, Shining Armor was more careful to open the cage, one inch at a time. Forcing the creature to wait and be patient.

His mind’s eye thought about what new destiny would best fit Prancing Pony. Certaintly a part of him still bristled with how she had taken advantage of his vulnerability and powerlessness when she’d had the chance. Taking the time to lure him away, pin him down, and massage him in such a way that he couldn’t resist. A familiar fate therefore seemed appropriate.

His mind’s eye started to paint a picture, something to demonstrate her bondage to him, something that reminded her of her place as his maid, something to show that she would always be controlled. Never able to control Shining Armor or anyone again. It came to him in a flash of brilliance, and with another flash of dark magic it was seared into her skin.

Prancing Pony gasped as the magic burned onto her flank. It was painful, but it was a pleasurable pain that she loved. She was biting down hard on her lip to avoid screaming less in pain and more in lust. Shining Armour paid her little mind, focused as he was. This time the transformation of her destiny was more complete than Silver Shield’s. This time instead of simply encasing a shield in chains, he went further, brushing away the feather duster entirely. Replacing it with a maid bonnet and a collar.

The point was clear, as was her destiny and special talent. Prancing Pony would forever be destined to serve as his **** maid. To clean his rooms, cook his meals, and spread his legs whenever he wanted. “There you go, my little maid-slut. Now you are mine. You are forever etched into your skin and soul. Never forget it; you are my maid-****, and you exist to serve!”

Almost as an afterthought Shining Armor cast the second spell Umbra had taught him. In a flash, and with a sound of snapping irons, a collar appeared around her neck. Shining Armor’s cutie mark blazed across it like a herald for all to see. A series of flashes later, and a chain connecting it appeared in Shining Armor’s left hand. He yanked it. Hard.

Prancing Pony howled in ecstasy as Shining Armor continued to thrust into her ass. Even more so when he’d yanked on the chain, her hands had started to wobble as they struggled to sustain both her and the weight of her lust. Shining Armor too could feel the strain, though his was his attempt to hold back the load in his dick.

He let go, letting his cum fly into her asshole and through her body. Load and load pumped through his shaft, like a backed-up hosepipe, until his dick was thrown out of Prancing Pony’s asshole from the sheer pressure. He was still spraying cum, drenching Prancing Pony's ass cheeks, thighs, back, and even her massage table with droplets of his cum.

She collapsed. A blissful, fucked-stupid expression on her face. Her eyes rolled back into her skull, her tongue rolled out of her mouth, and she was panting in shallow breaths as she submitted to the ecstasy. She had come in time with his own orgasm, as if his semen had triggered it within her. Shining Armor could also feel the effect of the orgasm overtaking him. For him, though, it was no more severe than running a kilometer or lifting a particularly heavy weight. Only breaking a few sweats and panting a little.

The real change came from his mind; his lust being satisfied had put the genie back in the bottle. Or perhaps it had given time for the reason in his mind to finally speak up over the overwhelming passions. Stress and panic now overtook him full **** as the enormity of his decision took effect. The impact reverberated through his body like a hammer to a bell. The enormity of what he'd done, not just once, but twice, finally weighed upon him. He felt weak in his knees, and his head started to hurt; his every neuron in his brain seemed to ache with stress. Every tiny movement he made seemed to weigh down with anxiety and guilt, as if his every cell had been tied to a weight.

He had no words for himself. Whatever thin excuses he might have had before disappeared into thin air. Any chance for redemption or to atone for his previous sin was gone. Once might be explainable, but twice could never be excused and never be forgiven. His legs gave way and he fell onto his ass. Prancing Pony paid him no mind; like Silver Shield, she seemed to have been fucked ****, a fact that he was grateful for so he could panic in peace. How could he let himself do this twice? Years of containing himself, keeping his lust in check, all to fall apart in a day.

He couldn't blame Umbra this time; he could blame Prancing Pony a little, but in the end he'd taken matters into his own hands. He'd been the one to fuck her in the ass; she didn't have anything to do with that decision. He needed to leave, to get out of here. To go anywhere, anywhere at all that wasn't here. Or the gym, where Silver Shield was almost certainly still there. Or to wherever Umbra was, where she would be ever so likely to gloat in Shining Armor's face. Or to face Cadance, to face her shame and disgust, or to have to confess how he had for a moment managed to delude himself into thinking she was a closet slut craving to be a sex ****. No, give him a thousand Umbras, not...not Cadance.

His stomach rumbled, just a little. He was hungry; he hadn't eaten anything since before he'd entered the gym. Come to think of it, it's even longer since he hadn't eaten since breakfast; his time in the gym had been intended to be a quick workout before getting food. And then there had been two strenuous sex sessions. The more he thought of it, the more his stomach rumbled, as if his stomach had to be reminded to be hungry. Gathering what remained of his clothes and dressing once again, they felt like sweaty rags around his body, but he dared not go to his room to get new ones for fear of running into Cadance, so he just made his way to the dining room. Feeling he might faint with every step he took.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the palace a certain alicorn was walking through the halls of the Crystal Palace with trepidation. Her previous encounter with Umbra weighed heavily on her mind, and she was torn between both lust and fear. Umbra now knew her secret; she'd read her diary and all her filthy fantasies. The enemy of the Crystal Empire, the one who'd enslaved every pony here, knew about her most submissive, slutty, and depraved fantasies. She was almost certain the **** would arrive any moment now.

And that was before the sex, before the fucking. Before Umbra had used those fantasies against her and made her the dark queen's bitch. She'd technically cheated on Shining Armor, but that little bit of guilt was easily soothed by the knowledge that she would gladly have every mare, bitch, and slut in the Crystal Empire serve his cock if only he would allow it. No, instead her thoughts on those hours were thoughts of excitement and anticipation, but also concern and worry. The ball was in Umbra's court now, and she had to await her response.

Every possible path was terrifying, but each of them, to the submissively obsessed princess, was equally exciting. Perhaps Umbra would indeed **** Cadance. Transform the all-powerful princess of love into her waiting servant. **** to fulfill that dark queen's will, perhaps betraying her kingdom, or perhaps more excitingly, she would be **** to serve Umbra. To once again be on her knees before Umbra and eat out her cunt. Or perhaps Umbra would forgo the idea of **** all together and instead publish her depravity for all the Crystal Empire to see. Perhaps to sate her longing for ****, Cadance could just imagine the looks of horror that her subjects would have. They'd whisper behind her back, spit in her face, and chant words like 'whore,' 'slut,' or 'bitch.' She was dripping just thinking about it.

But there was another possibility, the one that excited her the most. The thoughts that made her nipples ache, and her pussy barely resisted orgasming from pleasure. The possibility that Umbra might take the opportunity that Cadance had laid out before her. To become her dark mistress and use Cadance's fantasies as a path to her own personal power. Cadance's heart fluttered at the thought. Could Umbra then corrupt Shining Armor as well? It was possible; Cadance had been trying for years, but perhaps it would take the mind of one as sinister and depraved as Umbra to make it so. And then Cadance could serve Shining Armor as the loyal fuckslave that she so desperately craved and could watch as Shining Armor embraced his role as an iron-dicked tyrant of the Crystal Empire. Umbra at his side as his ruthless enforcer, Cadance at his knees. First among equals of a crowd of devoted, fuckable sluts. As a soft moan escaped Cadance's lips, a single thought burned through her head.

Her mistress would be pleased.

But...as Cadance had to keep reminding herself, she was getting ahead of herself. Her fantasies were once again taking control of her mind, even when there were so many doubts still to come. She didn't know what Umbra would do next. She didn't know if Umbra would be able to make Shining Armor embrace his destiny in a way that Cadance hadn't managed to. She didn't even know where either of them were.

So it was a deep breath, that she **** herself to control her expectations, to not get lost in fantasies. The lust on her face was masked with a regal elegance; her dripping cunt and stiff nipples were covered in a royal gown (albeit as revealing as she dared to get away with), and she walked through the halls of the Crystal Palace. She would pretend that nothing had happened for now, not risk unnecessary friction with her husband. Her fantasies were delightful, and she craved them with every fiber of her being, but she loved Shining Armor more than any of them.

She did not find Shining Armor in his study, nor the royal court, nor the armory or the barracks, but when she came to the gym, she finally found a clue. For she found on the gym mat, with a changed cutie mark and a collar marked with Shining Armor's own cutie mark, a royal guard woman masturbating. Shining Armor's cum staining her skin and mane.

"Finally."