With the Right Company Even a Cell Can Feel Like a Palace
“John… John, buddy… Are you awake?”
It was early; far too early to be woken up for anything but a life and death emergency. The room was dark except for a softly glowing crystal sitting on the nightstand and a slight chill lingered in the air. Other than his name being called all was silent and still. The sun had yet to chase the moon away and light up the sky, and it would be many hours before it would do so.
It was so early in fact that if John was a crueler man he might have just placed a pillow over his head and let whoever was calling his name talk until they grew hoarse. Luckily for the speaker John found himself waking up as his name was called. His eyes snapped open, his vision focusing as he blinked a few times with a sleepy yawn.
The first thing that he noticed was that he was lying in one of the softest beds that he had ever had the pleasure of sleeping in with bedsheets made out of the finest of silks. The sheets were even red, his favorite color. A few bleary-eyed blinks later he also noticed that he had something soft and warm curled up by his side.
“John… I can see that your eyes are open… Come on, buddy, say something…”
The thing curled up against his left side almost felt softer than the blankets covering him and the bedsheets that he was sleeping on. It was so soft, warm and cuddly, in fact, that the young man would have had the urge to wrap his arms around the warm lump, bury his face into it while ignoring the pain in the ass whisper-shouting his name at this ungodly hour, and sleep the day away in this amazing bed with this amazing soft thing snoozing by his side keeping him warm and comfortable.
“John… Are you alright? Do you want me to come in?”
The key words being would have, since the lump snuggled against his side was a murderous, crazy pony tyrant that had tried to turn him into her brainwashed slave and kill his friends. So no snuggles for her.
…At least not until he dealt with the dumb little horse calling his name.
“Shining… I swear to Pony God if you keep talking I’m going to get up and start throwing everything that’s not nailed down to the floor at you.”
Shining Armor, Captain of the Royal Guard and newly crowned Prince Consort of the very recently liberated Crystal Empire, went silent as John threw off his blankets and sluggishly rolled out of the bed.
John rubbed an eye as he looked around the room. It was lavishly furnished; it had everything that he and his… roommate could ever want, from a bathroom to a small kitchen to a little comfortable couch with a reading lamp next to it that served as an impromptu living room. It was a room that he would have loved to have back in his home in Ponyville… if it wasn’t for the thick crystal/metal/magical bars preventing him from leaving it.
He squinted his eyes as he looked over at Shining, the unicorn smiling as he lifted a paper bag in between them like a shield. The two looked at each other, one glaring and the other looking at his friend apologetically, before John broke the silence.
“Are you going to let me out of this cell today, Shining?”
The Guard Captain’s smile twitched. “So… how was your sleep, buddy? Cadence made sure to get you some of the best bed sheets that she could find. I know it took a while for us to get them but both of us knew that you’d appreciate it!”
The sound of bare feet hitting a crystal floor could be heard as John made his way over to Shining, who quickly took a few steps back, a smile still on his face and that paper bag held over his head.
“Shining… Are. You. Letting. Me. Out. Of. This. Fucking. Cell. Today?”
This time Shining’s whole body twitched, his smile dampening just a hair. “I went and got Pinkie to make you those pumpkin muffins that you really like. I wanted to get you some coffee to go with them but—“
His eyes narrowing to slits, John slipped his arms through the crystal bars holding him in this makeshift prison cell. Yawning, he tried to reach and grab Shining even though the unicorn was a good ten feet away, exhaustion and irritation on his face as he did so.
“When I get out of here I’m going to punt you out of a window,” John said, rightfully irritated. “I’m going to punt you out a window then I’m going to spend the rest of my life mildly inconveniencing you and your wife.”
Shining’s fake, fake smile slowly vanished from his face as his friend open and closed his hands, yawning widely. “John… I know that this isn’t the most ideal—“
“Every morning I’m going to steal your newspaper and replace it with one from the day before,” John interrupted, staring at him with tired eyes. “Then I’m going to replace your sugar with salt whenever you get up in the morning and try to get some coffee.”
Shining took a step forward, biting his lip. “John you know we—“
“Whenever you take a shower I’m going to replace all of your dry towels with wet ones so you can’t dry yourself off.”
“You have every right to—“
Leaning forward, John pressed his face against the bars. “I’m going to do this because you, your wife, Twilight and the other girls, after finding me in an icy cave with no pants on, decided to not only throw me into a cell with a crazy mind controlling pony that forced me to have sex with her but put this fucking thing—” Growling, he flicked the collar around his neck “—around my neck.”
“…At least she hasn’t really done anything to you, right?”
John’s eyes narrowed. “You are the worst, Shining. The. Worst.”
Shining whined, looking down at the floor. “I know that this isn’t the best situation, John, but we need the other Princesses here before we can let you out. They’re the only ponies that know anything about Umbra’s magic, so they’d be able to know if you’re in anyway being con—”
“You said that two weeks ago!”
Shining flinched again. “I know I did! But Umbra damaged a lot of the rail lines leading to the empire and since they’re the only way to get here from Equestria we’ve had to repair them.”
Frowning, John just looked down at his friend. “How long does it take a bunch of magical horses to fix a bunch of—” Slapping his hand to his face, he started to rub his temples.
Taking another step toward the cell, Shining did his best to smile. “I heard that the rail line was finished yesterday so the other Princess could be here in—“
“My statue. What about that?”
Shining just started at the human for several minutes, a stupefied expression replacing his nervous, slightly pained one.
“…What?” he said, disbelief thick in his voice. “A statue? Spike said something about you wanting a statue but I didn’t think he was—”
Making a disgusted sound, John snatched the paper bag out of Shining’s magic and made his way back toward the bed. “I’m going back to fucking bed,” he grumbled.
“I promise that we’ll make this up to you John!” Shining promised. “Just hang in there a little longer, buddy! The Princesses will be here, we’ll be able to fully contain Umbra, and we’ll make sure that you’re totally fine so that we can free you!”
“Razzle-frazzling horses…” Adjusting his PJ top, John sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and stuck his hand into the paper bag. “Why the hell couldn’t they have put me in a different cell if they thought that I was going to do something dangerous? Does this castle even have more than one stupid cell?”
Blindingly pawing around in the bag, he pulled out a delicious looking, still warm muffin.
Inspecting it closely, he gave it a little squeeze. “At least they’re not letting me starve,” he murmured, leaning forward to take a bite out of his breakfast.
He was about ready to bit down, his taste buds ready to savor the pumpkin-y goodness, when an invisible force suddenly and forcefully pulled him into the middle of the bed. Yelping, John squirmed as he was laid onto his side and the covers were placed back over him.
“And what do we have here?” a sleepy voice purred as a hoof pulled him against a furry chest. “I wake up to find that my bed warmer has forsaken his duties to his Queen.”
Though it was warm under the covers John couldn’t help but shiver slightly as Umbra, Ex-Queen/Tyrant of the Crystal Empire, nuzzled the side of his face.
“Such a thing will not do. Such a thing will not do at all~” Gently nipping his ear, the fallen Queen pulled his head against her chest right under her chin. “And not only did the royal bed warmer leave his post before his Queen rose from her slumber, but he was talking to one of the usurpers when he thought she was asleep.”
Now frowning, John tried to stick his muffin into his mouth only for the “Queen” to snatch it away with her magic.
“Will you get off of me?” he asked as Umbra bit into the muffin with a quiet hum. “I want to get something to eat.”
Thoroughly chewing up her stolen treat, she swallowed, one of her blood red eyes looking down at her cuddle captive.
“You will eat when I have had my fill, peasant,” she said matter-of-factly, taking another bite out of the muffin. “So just lay here until your Queen has had her fill of these treats and of you.”
Deciding not to grace the evildoer with a response John just sat there as Queen Umbra ate his muffins. The unicorn giggled at his silence and the pout on his face, wrapping her hooves around his chest and nuzzling the top of his head as she ate.
“So what did that cur have to say to you?” she asked in between bites. “Something foolish, I’m sure. Or maybe he just came down here to gaze upon my beauty and give you these treats because no one else dares to stand before me?”
John grunted. “If you didn’t keep trying to scare everyone off by being a fucking crazy woman then maybe we’d have some more visitors.”
Umbra scoffed, lightly slapping the side of his head with a hoof as she finished off the muffin and helped herself to another.
“That pink earth pony should be grateful that I only showed her a bit of what my magic can do,” she said, licking her fangs clean of crumbs before shoving about half of her muffin into her maw. “Usually I am not so forgiving to those who would dare try to take my kingdom away from me.”
John shivered again, and it most certainly wasn’t because his cell was a little cold.
He knew that Umbra was wearing a magic nullifier, he had seen Cadence put the thing on her horn before she tossed the overthrown Queen and himself into this cell. John might not have known all of that much about magic but he was pretty sure a magic nullifier was supposed to nullify magic. You know, like the name suggested.
But, for some reason or another, the nullifier only seemed to weaken Umbra’s power slightly. She couldn’t turn into smoke (at least he hoped that she couldn’t) and she didn’t have enough magic to blast her way out of this cell. From what John had gathered that was all the little metal ring around the unicorn’s horn was able to stop. She was still able to use her mind control magic to some extent if she was within a few feet of someone, she could still lift and manipulate small things, and she had done… something to Pinkie when the Pink Party Pony had come down here with the other girls to see how he was doing the other day.
And that wasn’t even the scariest part about all of this. Though she was in a cell surrounded by guards with the threat of the Celestial Sisters hanging over her head, Umbra seemed to act like all of this was just some sort of game to her. No one here, not the guards, not the elements, not Shining or even Cadence was a threat. They weren’t even a mild inconvenience.
Though John had a heck of a lot of faith in his friends he wasn’t too sure that this cell was doing all that much good. It was keeping him down here sure, but Umbra? He didn’t think so.
Every time he woke up in the morning there was something new in the cell that hadn’t been there the night before. All around the castle ponies were reported having horrible nightmare or hearing a mare singing sinister songs in the moonlight. A pony or two had even reported seeing shadow ponies stalking them.
John was sure that Umbra, if she so desired, would probably been able to leave this cell anytime she wanted. This was her castle and if anyone knew it all of its secrets it’d probably be her. But luckily for Shining, Cadence and the others, the Queen hadn’t bothered to put all that much energy in escaping, content with just scaring her ex-subjects as she lived it up in luxury and laid around all day.
Unfortunately for him, he also had the sinking feeling that tormenting him was one of the main reasons that she didn’t bother leaving.
“…Can I have a muffin now please?” John asked as the Queen polished off her third.
Licking the crumbs off of her lips, Umbra hummed thoughtfully, peering into the paper bag. “These confectionaries are very delectable. That pink pony might be an annoyance but she is a wondrous baker,” she muttered, rubbing John’s head back and forth against her chest. “What is this called again?”
John sighed, his stomach growling. “They’re pumpkin muffins.”
Umbra’s muzzle scrunched up. “Pumpkin? An interesting ingredient to put into baked goods.” Pulling out the rest of the muffins she set them in front him. “There. I have had my fill. You may eat what is left.”
John blinked in surprise. “So… Just like that?” he asked. “You’re not going to spend the next twenty minutes holding them above my head or turning them to stone when I try to grab one or something like that?”
Umbra chuckled quietly, and John could have sworn he felt a pair of soft lips on the back of his head. “Oh? Would you prefer it if I toyed with you a bit before giving you your food?” John tried to reach for a muffin but a magical aura encased it. “I would be more than happy to let you work for your meal if you so desire~”
John finally looked up at the Queen to see that she was looking down at him with a smirk. Though a part of him was screaming that this mare had tried to turn him into a slave not a few days ago and that she was evil and a monster, John couldn’t help but think that the Queen had the most beautiful pair of eyes that he had ever seen.
“…No thank you…”
Shivering a bit (this time because he was kind of chilly), John rolled around and wrapped his arms around Umbra, pressing his cheek against her chest and closing his eyes. The Queen cooed at the sudden affection, her grip on him tightening slightly as goosebumps made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
“Could you pass me a muffin?” he asked, his voice muffled.
Umbra hummed thoughtfully as she ran her hoof over his head and through his hair. Seconds ticked by without an answer and John was just about ready to spin back around to grab one himself when the sound of magic being used could be heard. There was a pop, and a moment later he could feel a muffin in his hand.
“Oh? Is someone cold?” Though there was still that teasing, mocking tone in Umbra’s voice he could hear some concern.
After being exposed to the tundra like he had for so long John had found himself getting cold far, far easier than before. Even though Shining had insisted that this particular cell was actually very warm and humid, he still found himself shivering very easily, and no amount of blankets or articles of clothing or magic could really get him warm again. The only thing that could get him anywhere close to warm was the dark unicorn holding him against her chest.
Awkwardly taking a bite out of his muffin, John shook his head. “No, I think I want to lie in bed for a little longer. I’m still kind of tired.”
Umbra nervously hummed, pressing his face a bit closer against her chest. “If you wish to use your pathetic body to keep your Queen warm then I will allow it, peasant,” she murmured, nuzzling his brow. “She could also use a bit more sleep.”
John sighed again as he finished his muffin and he reached for the other one. Umbra, still staring at him with an expression that was dangerously close to worry, levitated the muffin up into the air and into his hand. That was another odd thing that had stumped the human after he had been dumped into this cell with this crazy horse, the sudden… worry for his wellbeing and whether he was comfortable or not.
She might have mocked and teased him but Umbra never let him go hungry or cold, though he was sure that she had the power to do so no matter what Shining, Cadence, or the girls did. She had even insisted that the two of them sleep like this when she had found out about his new “condition”. If John didn’t know any better he would have said that this evil, horrible, monster of a Queen might have cared about him more than not at all.
Monsters did not care about people and things unless they needed them, and even then they weren’t supposed to give the looks that Umbra had been giving him the last few days. The weird, out-of-place behavior put him on edge. Really on edge. That and the fact that he was starting to not only tolerate this tyrant’s, this “Queen’s”, presence but he was starting to enjoy it.
There was nothing to do in this cell other than read or talk and John had gotten real sick of reading after the second day. With everyone else being too afraid of Umbra to visit, John had no choice but to try to make conversation with his cellmate. Though it had been… difficult getting over Umbra’s mightier-than-thou attitude and coldhearted evilness, he had actually found the Ex-Queen to be an excellent conversationalist and one hell of a storyteller.
Though he was still kind of worried that she was going to murder him in his sleep or turn him into a braindead zombie with her dark magic, he was finding himself smiling whenever he talked with her. It also tickled him a hell of a lot more than he thought it would finding the Lady of Darkness curled up against his side snoozing the morning away with her hoofsies sleepily kicking.
It made Umbra seem less like this evil, towering thing that he had to watch out for. The more time that he sat down and talked with this mare, got to know her and got to see how she acted, the more she seemed like a pony. A cute little pony that he enjoyed being around.
And if that train of thought wasn’t Stockholm syndrome then he didn’t know what was.
“You shouldn’t be talking about yourself in the third person. Only crazy people do that,” John mumbled, quickly eating the other muffin before wiping his mouth with a hand and once again burying his face back into the mare’s chest fluff. “And you’re not a Queen anymore… Just an adorable little furry horse...”
Umbra looked down at him with a raised eyebrow. “A Queen does not concern herself with babbling of the sheep,” she said, her tone strong and sharp. “And you will watch your tongue when addressing your ruler, pup.”
Though her tone was nothing less than angry and her eyes were glowing green with fury, Umbra’s grip around him didn’t tighten or grow overly uncomfortable. She even continued to run her hoof through his hair soothingly as she stared down at him.
“You and those insufferable rebels are fools if you think that those Princesses will be able to protect you from my wrath when I have decided to finish toying with you.”
Huffing and puffing, Umbra glared down at John with narrowed eyes. “Then you will see if I am an adorable little furry horse, colt!”
She expected him to be shaking like a leaf or, at the very least, to be trying his best to get away from her but John didn’t move, he just lay against her with an arm wrapped loosely around her barrel. Baring her fangs she lifted his head up, ready to unleash another verbal barrage, but then she saw that his eyes were closed and that he was breathing slowly. John was asleep; dead to the world.
Staring at him for a few long moments Umbra frowned, looking away from him with a snort as she pulled the blankets over John’s shoulders with a spell.
“You truly are an oddity,” The Queen muttered, her hardened expression softening ever so slightly.
She was silent for a few moments before a smile came to her face. Anyone that would have seen the smile would have commented that it wasn’t a very nice one.
“My oddity. And I believe it is time that I take what is rightfully mine.”
While the first time that he woke up John had done so quickly and without much of a fuss, the second time was an altogether different matter.
He felt sluggish and slow, like he was swimming through a lake full of sludge with a fish bowl over his head. He didn’t want to open his eyes, he didn’t want to lift his head from his pillow, and he most certainly didn’t want to move. If he could have his way, he would have kept sleeping until this unusual and unwelcoming feeling went away if not for this… other feeling. This one weirder and more predominant than the first.
He tried to ignore it and drift off back into dreamland but it persisted and became more apparent. He squirmed and wiggled, trying to shake off what was bothering him like a dog but it seemed to do more harm than good, the feeling increasing in intensity with each wiggle.
What… the… fuck is going… on?
John’s eyes cracked open ever so slightly, his nose scrunched, and he lifted his head up.
To his immediate confusion he noticed that he wasn’t in his cell anymore. There wasn’t a crystal anything from what he could see and, if you could believe it, this room looked even bigger than his prison cell was. This room was bright and airy and cheery, but most importantly if he turned his head he could look out a window and see the sun, a sight that he hadn’t really seen for the last two weeks.
When did I…
Where most of the furniture back in his cell had been made out of some form of heavy crystal this room was packed with dark stained wood and glass and gold, each chair or table that he saw being finer than the last. These weren’t things that normal people would just sit down on willy-nilly. This furniture appeared to be for upper class bottoms.
Is this Canterlot?... It can’t be… Can it?
Blinking a few times, John also noticed that he wasn’t lying on the bed that he had fallen asleep on. This bed must have been at least twice its size with a white canopy that looked to be made out of silk.
The smell of vanilla and cinnamon wafted in the air, not too thick to choke him but just thick/strong enough to be noticeable. Out of the corner of his eye John saw that a balcony door was opened slightly, letting a cool summer breeze into the room.
John didn’t know where the heck he was, though it seemed awfully familiar for some reason. Anywhere was a welcomed change to his fancy prison cell. There was light here, he could see the open sky and the sun shining through the balcony, there were no bars or chains or crazy pony Queens for him to deal with.
He couldn’t help but smile. “Hah… They finally got me out of that stupid cell,” he murmured, closing his eyes and nuzzling his head back into his pillow. “Awesome…”
John wiggled into the bed, ready to get some more shut eye before getting up to see where his friends were, when a feeling between his legs made him twitch.
Opening his eyes and looking down John noticed two things that had somehow escaped his lazy scan of the room. One, he didn’t have a blanket over him; in fact he couldn’t see a blanket anywhere in sight. And two, Princess Celestia, her eyes closed and with a small smile on her face, lay between his legs lapping at his exposed cock like a dog.
…What the heck is the Princess doing here? he thought, owlishly blinking as he watched the alicorn’s long, thick tongue teasing his member. Didn’t Shining say that she was still—…Wait a fucking second… PRINCESS CELESTIA’S SUCKING MY COCK?! WHYISSHESUCKINGMYCOCK?!
A yelp escaped John’s throat as he went from sleepy and disorientated to wide awake and panicked in an instant. He tried to reach down and do… something but he found that his hands were pinned to his sides, which only caused to make him even more panicked.
“Princess! Stop licking that!” he blurted out. “You don’t know where that’s been!”
Celestia froze mid lick, one of her eyes opening to look up at him. John awkwardly wiggled around, red faced as could be, as the two of them just stared at each other for a few seconds before the Princess smiled.
John knew Celestia, not enough that she confided in him or enough that the two were the best of friends, but he had been around her enough to tell that the smile she was giving him was wrong.
None of Celestia’s smiles looked so… predatory. Or so… hungry.
“I had thought that being awoken in such a way would have pleased you, peasant,” ‘Celestia’ said, popping his cock into her mouth and giving it a gentle suckle.
John thrashed around trying to free himself, confusion, arousal and fear starting to battle for supremacy within his mind. Something’s not right! he thought, gritting his teeth. Something’s no—
That was when he saw it. Though it was just a flash John saw the Princess’s eye change from its natural purple color to deep red. He stopped his struggling to look down at the mare in between his legs, his mind racing.
“…Umbra?”
“Celestia” giggled, and just like with her smile the sound seemed wrong. “I didn’t expect you to catch on so quickly,” she said, in the same tone that one might use to congratulate their dog on learning a new trick.
The room rippled, and once again John was back in his cell and on his bed, a grinning Umbra starting at him in amusement as she gave his cock a particularly hard suck.
He shivered, twitching as his member started to harden in the Queen’s mouth. “What the heck are you doing?!”
The sound of a spell being used filled the air and, once again, John was back in the bright room with Celestia between his legs.
“I do believe that I am fellating you,” the Queen said, rubbing her soft cheek against his length.
John’s toes curled and he bit his lip to keep himself from letting out a groan. “W-Well, will you q-quit it?”
Giving his tip a kiss, Celestia/Umbra rested her head on his thigh. “You know I used to know the Princess of the Sun and her little sister,” she said, ignoring his plea. “Long, long ago before they banished me into that horrid tundra.”
Gripping his cock with her magic Celestia/Umbra started to lightly slap it against her cheek, not breaking eye contact with him. John hissed as a meaty slapping sound filled the air.
This isn’t real! She’s using to magic to—OHGOD!
John’s back arched as Umbra’s tongue flicked the tip of his cock, licking the pre that was dripping down his head.
“I remember the days when they would come to my empire as welcomed guests.” The Queen’s eyes sparkled in amusement as she continued to slap his cock against her cheek, kissing and licking his member randomly so that she could watch him twitch. “I would have a grand room prepared for them; a room like this one in fact.”
With a sigh Umbra nuzzled his thigh. “The three of us would speak of the wonders that our nations had created, the enemies that we had conquered, and the lovers we had taken. It was truly a shame that they sealed me away like they did. They were such good conversation…”
John opened his mouth to say something but it turned into a moan as Umbra turned her head and popped his cock into her mouth. Humming she took half of him into her warm wet maw with little trouble, her tongue teasing his sensitive head.
John’s hips bucked and his breathing hitched as she held the position for a few moments before releasing him with a lewd pop.
Licking her lips Umbra once again rested her head against his leg. “Luna especially. I can still remember some of the tales of her past lovers. Mares, stallions, sometimes both; I even recall her telling me of a rather spirited orgy that she participated in…”
“B-BullSHIT!”
Celestia/Umbra grinned, both of her eyes turning a deep red. “Does it surprise you to hear this about your rulers? That there were times when they took their guards to their beds for days rutting like animals? What if I told you that I have taken both of them to my bed? What if I told you that Luna held me down and lapped at my flower until I was senseless? How would you feel if I told you that I had have Celestia scream my name on more than one occasion?”
The world shimmered and John left the bright airy room, the world around him collapsing into nothing. Spots exploded across his vision and he shut his eyes tight with a growl. Waiting a few seconds he let his eyes snap back open so that he could glare at his tormentor.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re trying to do, Umbra, but—“
Looking around John saw that he was in a room made out of what appeared to be clouds and there was a different mare in between his legs nuzzling his balls.
Princess Luna smiled up at him as she took one of his orbits into her mouth and started to gently suck.
“Luna was always a screamer,” she purred. “Especially if I had one of my many concubines see to her for the night. And Celestia always insisted that a few stallions in my personal guard see to her needs when she was in my kingdom~”
Luna’s shape started to twist and change until Celestia was once again before him, her eyes red and glowing in the darkness of the room.
John’s breath started to quicken as the Queen continued to toy with him. He tried to thrust into the mare’s mouth but she just giggled, holding him down with a hoof as she slowly bobbed her head up and down, taking a little more of him with each bob.
With half parts fascination and disbelief, John could only watch as Umbra forced herself to go deeper and deeper, spit and pre pooling around her mouth as she let out a garbled moan. His breath started to quicken as he felt the muscles in her throat working his shaft, squeezing it, massaging it, doing all that it could to coax his seed out of him.
Sensing his gaze, Umbra looked up at him as she took him down to his base, a smile on her face as her snout pressed up against his pubes. John squirmed, his cock twitching as she began to swallow again and again and again.
“JeSUS f-fucKING C-CHRIST!”
Winking up at him, Umbra lapped at his balls before pulling away with a gasp, stroking his glistening cock with a hoof as she cleared her throat.
“Have you ever imagined Celestia like this, peasant?” Umbra asked, her voice like honey, as she wiped some drool some her chin. “Sitting between your legs and swallowing your cock like a bitch in heat?”
The room swirled and twisted. John closed his eyes and shook his head again before opening them.
He was no longer in the room made of clouds or even in the brightly lit room. This time he was in a room that he actually knew very well. The shelves filled with books lining every available space on the walls. There was a table stacked with microscopes and charts and all sorts of science-y equipment. To top it all off there was a small basket sitting at the foot of the bed. There was no doubt about it; he was in Twilight’s room.
“Or maybe you’ve thought of the Princesses attack dog like this?”
Looking down John saw that Twilight, her mane disheveled and a naughty smile on her face, was stroking him with a hoof.
“The quiet, thoughtful ones are always the most adventurous in the bedroom I’ve found,” ‘Twilight’ said, kissing the underside of his cock. “And who knows? Maybe Celestia has taught her more than magic~.”
A low groan escaped John’s throat as his cock twitched, a spurt of pre oozing out of his cockhead. Umbra giggled, leaning forward and licking him clean.
“Get… outta my… head,” John growled, thrashing against the invisible force holding him down.
Umbra hummed thoughtfully, regarding him with a smile. “No… I couldn’t imagine you fantasizing about this filly,” she said, looking down at her form with distaste.
“Twilight’s” horn glowed and the room rippled. Gone was Twilight’s room, gone was the odd sunny room, gone was the cloud room. John was back in his cell on his blood red bed with Queen Umbra looking up at him.
“Nor do I think your dreams are filled with visions of bedding the Princesses,” Umbra continued, giving his tip a parting kiss before she began to crawl upward.
John groaned again, squirming as the silky soft fur on her belly dragged across his member. He tried to wiggle around, tried to look away from the crazy Queen that was messing with his head, but he found that he couldn’t.
Umbra’s red eyes, filled with amusement and… something else, seemed to stare into his soul as she crawled up his body until the two of them were touching noses.
“I think that the desire and lust that you hide from your friends and rulers is for me, my little human~.”
Not breaking eye contact, Umbra kissed his nose.
“You do not want an innocent little Equestrian to love; those weak, small things that could be broken with hardly any effort.”
John tensed when the Queen kissed his neck with a giggle. While most of her giggles up till now had been throaty and erotic this one seemed light and cheery. If he didn’t know any better John would say that Umbra was excited, maybe even happy.
“You want a mare whose will is iron and whose beauty is without equal.”
Humming, Umbra kissed his chin.
“You want to be dominated, peasant~” John groaned quietly as Umbra ground herself against his cock. “You want to fight for every second of pleasure~.”
Growling, The Queen looked down at him with glowing red eyes. Her horn glowed and she once again changed. Celestia, Luna, Twilight, Cadence, Applejack, Rarity, Umbra changed again and again and again, looking at him with a hungry smile.
“You do not want any of these fillies, colt, because I’ve ruined them for you. Maybe once you thought of them as you lay in your bed with your hand stroking your stallionhood, but no more. In me, you have found the lover that your heart has been yearning for.”
Faster and faster Umbra’s form changed as she leaned down. John could feel her hot breath wash over him as her hooves cupped his face.
“Even after I had my fun with you in the tundra you never truly feared me. Even after your friends threw you into this cell with me and put that collar around your neck for fear of my magic you never grew to hate me. You feared my power to some extent yes but you never feared me.”
Umbra’s horn glowed and light flashed along both of his arms. Not breaking eye contact with the crazy mare straddling him, John wiggled his arms and found that he could now move them.
Part of him wanted to cock an arm back and slug the little nonsensical horse that was peppering his face in kisses. She deserved it after magically gluing him to the bed and having her way with him out of the blue like this. Shining or Cadence probably wouldn’t even say anything if he did it either. Hell, they might even give him a medal for it!
Umbra smirked as she watched the internal struggle play on his face. With a quick burst of magic she picked up his hands and placed them on her hips. Through no fault of his own John’s hands left the Queen’s hips and wandered along her impressive rump, groping and squeezing.
“You are the first lover that I have taken in a thousand years,” Umbra quietly said, giving his cheeks a squeeze as she captured his lips with hers. “And I must admit, though you are nothing more than a hairless ape, I have found your company… pleasant. Very pleasant.”
John stiffened when he felt her soft lips touch his but Umbra didn’t give him time to do more than that, a groan escaping her mouth as she leaned deeper into the kiss. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth as she wiggled her rump back and forth against his lap.
He tried to push the Queen away from him—more out of surprise than anything—when he felt his cock brush against Umbra’s marehood. Both of them tensed at the contact, John making a sound that could have come from a squeaky toy and Umbra moaning even louder as she tried to eat his face.
John could feel the heat coming off the mare’s nether lips, he could feel her wetness as she slid up and down his cock. Every eager movement and quiet whimper was noted.
As his tongue finally leapt from the bottom of his mouth and into action, attacking Umbra’s long, thicker muscle with fervor, he couldn’t help but imagine himself flipping the Queen over and having his way with her.
The way she’d squirm as he positioned himself, teasing her by rubbing his head up and down her slit, the noises she’d make as he parted her lips with his crown and entered her warm, wet, tight heat, the way her inner muscles would clench around his cock as he began to slowly push into her until he hilted inside of her all could be seen with crystal clarity within his mind’s eye. The two of them would look at each other at that moment, and they would share a kiss. Not one of lust or desire-driven passion, but one of—
Eyes widening, John’s hands shot up from Umbra’s ass and to her face. Before the mare could so much as blink he managed to push her away just a bit.
“Get. Outta. My. Head!” he growled as Umbra looked down at him in surprise. “You crazy little horse!”
Looking at him for a few moments Umbra smiled, kissing his nose. “You truly are an adorable little creature…”
John’s eyebrows furrowed and his nose scrunched up. He had had enough. He didn’t care if this mare could use her magic to blow him up or turn him into a toad or any combination of the two. It was time to take a stand, time to draw a line in the sand.
It was time that he told off this crazy horse that kept forcing herself on him!
“You fucking listen here, missy! I don’t know what the fuck you think you can get away with—”
Umbra could only smile, looking oddly pleased for some reason, as she leaned forward and raised her rump high into the air.
“—I’m not a fucking toy, and even if you don’t think so I have a certain pink alicorn friend that would be more than happy to—“
She wiggled her rump back and forth, the mass of flesh jiggling in the most appealing of ways. Though she wasn’t an unfit mare by any means the Queen did have a bigger than average rump, and she knew just what to do with it in this situation.
“—Just because you were a fucking Queen doesn’t—heh HEH HEH HEH!”
John’s eyes crossed as Umbra sat down, encasing his cock in between her ass cheeks. Flexing her rump she squeezed his dick with an unreal amount of force.
Another burst of pre erupted from John’s cock as he groaned, desperately gripping at the bedsheets.
The blowjob that he had gotten a few minutes ago had been nice, great even, but it was nothing compared to this. The ass around his shaft was soft yet firm, like he was being ridden by a semi-solid cloud. Every little flex made him twitch and his body tense, making him groan and whimper in pleasure.
Umbra’s smile became mischievous as she lifted her ass up and lowered it slowly, making his cock twitch hard as it slide down her soft rump. “Is this all it takes to make you crumble, my Pet~?” she asked as John’s hips bucked. “Do you truly enjoy my flank that much?”
She continued to stroke him like this, his pre and her wetness making the hot-dogging frictionless and all the more wonderful. “If you would have but mentioned this I would have been happy to please you in this way whenever you wished.”
Through a wave of pleasure John reached out and grabbed Umbra’s rump. With a whimper he tried to lift her off of him but it just caused Umbra to sit down all the harder, the mare’s hooves keeping him pinned down onto the bed as the muscles in her flank tensed and flexed, crushing his member in amazing tightness.
“You could have spilled your seed on my flank whenever you liked if you would have but said the word,” Umbra, said, rubbing their noses together as she increased her pace. “I would have smiled as you painted my cutiemark~.”
John’s back arched as he thrusted again, his fingers digging into Umbra’s rump as she sat down with a meaty slap. He was trying to think of something to say, trying to move his hands away from the wonderful ass in his lap, but whatever resistance he had left crumbled as his lover leaned forward and kissed him.
He could feel her mouth part slightly as her tongue slithered out of her mouth and rubbed against
his lips for a second before she drew back a bit.
“Or you could have asked me to spread my legs so that you could have your way with my cunt,” the Queen said, sounding a bit breathless as she furiously ground herself against his lap. “The two of us could have made love in this bed. Or on the floor~... Or in the chair over there~.”
Umbra once again pressed her lips against his, and this time John’s tongue flew out of his mouth to meet hers. To his surprise, her tongue offered little resistance as he invaded her mouth, simply caressing his as he did his best to explore every inch of her.
He could feel each fang, he could taste the indescribable, intoxicating, , and maddening flavor that was the Queen, and he found himself groaning, wanting, no needing more.
Umbra answered him with a groan of her own, letting him lead the kiss for a few more moments before breaking it with a throaty giggle.
“In fact you’re more than welcome to any part of me that you desire, my stallion~.”
In an instant, Umbra released her grip on his cock and raised herself in the air. Her horn glowed and John’s member was encased in a red shimmer.
Slapping his length against his belly, she sat down and spread her legs, showing him her puffy, wet cunny.
“All you have to do is ask for it~.” Breathing heavy, Umbra raised herself over him so that his cockhead was pressed firmly against her slit. “Beg for it~. Swear your—”
John’s face twitched as his hands slid themselves up Umbra’s hips. Though he was a bit shaky, his fingers dug into her fur and he started to push her down, his hips lifting in spite of himself.
Umbra gasped as his cock slipped into her folds, her marehood twitching as the first inch of his length pushed inside of her, her wetness making the penetration almost effortless.
Growling again, John grabbed the Queen and pulled her into another kiss. “Just fucking fuck me already,” he growled, rolling his hips.
She looked at him with wide eyes and bit her lip as she turned her attention downward. The faintest of blushes could be seen on the mare’s face as she began to wiggle her hips up and down, her cunt squeezing John’s cock as if it was trying to pull him in further.
Planting a kiss on Umbra’s nose he began to raise himself up just a bit, slowly, carefully, as Umbra tried to take more and more of him with each little buck.
The two were in no hurry. There was no frantic and wild thrusting, no violent fighting for position, and it most certainly wasn’t like the first time that the two had been intimate. This was slow and slightly awkward, as if both of them were afraid of doing something wrong.
The two groaned, both the unicorn’s and the human’s hearts pounding in their chests as the riding and bucking became quicker and more eager, the bed squeaking under their assault.
“My stallion,” Umbra muttered breathlessly, her eyes glazed over in pleasure as she raised herself up until just his head was inside of her. “My subject. My love…”
The two looked into each other’s eyes as Umbra lowered herself down onto his cock and he raised himself upward.
Umbra exhaled explosively and she closed her eyes as she took inch after inch of him until, finally, she was sitting in his lap. Kissing his cheek she cracked open an eye and smiled.
“My king~.”
John muttered the Queen’s name as she continued to ride him, his hips bucking every few seconds as Umbra started to move faster and faster, her marehood tightening around his cock.
A familiar ticklish sensation started growing in the pit of his stomach, causing him to bite his lip as Umbra let out another moan.
Umbra, almost as if sensing that he was nearing his limit started riding him with reckless abandon, her flank slapping against his pelvis hard enough to leave bruises.
“Cum,” she shakily commanded as he throbbed inside of her.
John bit his lip so hard that he drew blood, his back arching and his toes curling.
“Cum!”
Taking him to the base in one swift movement she started grinding in his lap, making him pull at the sheets.
Umbra’s eyes were determined and hungry as she looked down at her stallion, who was desperately trying to hold on as she rutted him. With each movement she could feel him crumble. Every time her marehood squeezed him she could see the pleasure on his face.
He was nearly there; a few more thrusts and he’d be hers thereafter.
Though her mind was hazy with pleasure she couldn’t help but smile at the thought and she raised herself up inch by inch from his exotic member, leaning forward and kissing his nose, her eyes glowing green.
“Cum.”
John’s eyes widened as Umbra sat down, her velvety insides enveloping him completely. Not a second later he found himself cumming, every muscle in his body tensing and straining as his world became white.
Umbra tensed as she felt the first burst of cum fire into her, the Queen biting her lip as she continued to ride him through his orgasm. John hissed, his eyes shutting tightly at the overstimulation, his legs twitching and kicking as she groaned.
The feeling of her lover filling her with his seed and the look of bliss on his face was what finally set the Queen off, Umbra letting out a shrill cry as her marehood clamped down on his cock. Cum, both his and her’s, sprayed out of her marehood as her hips bucked in short, furious bursts. Though it felt like an eternity, the pleasure finally concluded, and with a groan Umbra let her top half flop down onto her human.
Though his heart was pounding in his chest and he was having trouble catching his breath, John wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Umbra let out a quiet hum as he ran a hand through her sweaty, messy mane.
The two just lay there for a few minutes, basking in each other’s warmth and the afterglow, until Umbra opened her mouth to speak.
“Does my King wish to sample any other part of his Queen?” she asked as she wiggled around on top of him to get a bit more comfortable.
“Give… me… five… fucking… minutes… women,” John said, cracking open an eye to stare at her. “Jesus… Fucking… Christ…”
She giggled as she lifted her hips, letting his softening member slide out of her. “It seems that my King needs a bit of training before he can fully satisfy his Queen~” she purred, kissing his chin.
John groaned, sweaty and sticky and absolutely satisfied. “Training… later… need… sleep…”
“Then sleep. I will be by your side when you awaken.”
Though he didn’t know why, a tired smile made its way onto John’s face as he kissed his Queen’s nose and settled back into the covers. “Goodnight,” he murmured, already half asleep.
Umbra’s smile widened when she heard him mumble something else, pressing her ear against her new lover’s chest. She listened to the strong thump of his heartbeat as his breathing slowed and his grip on her slackened.
When he was finally asleep she lifted her head from his chest and looked down at his sleeping face with a small smile. It would have been foal’s play to corrupt him now if she so desired. She had exhausted him, both mentally and physically. Whatever resistance that he had against her magic would very likely be worthless to him now if the right spell was used…
But…
“Sweet dreams, my love,” she murmured, kissing him on the lips. She was about to rest her head back on his chest to join him in the Land of Dreams when the sounds of someone shuffling around brought her attention to a trio of surprise “guests” standing right outside of her cell.
Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and Princess Cadence were looking at her through her prison bars. All three alicorns were dressed for war, gleaming mail and plate armor covering their bodies and weapons hanging from their hips. It would have been clear to a foal that these alicorns were here for a fight… or at least they had been.
Princess Luna’s face was red from neck to snout, her ethereal mane whipping around her head as she awkwardly stomped at the floor. Princess Cadence was wild-eyed and slightly sweaty, her face just as red as her aunt. Even Celestia, a mare known for keeping her composure, was red in the cheeks, her wings extended slightly.
Taking a deep whiff Umbra also couldn’t help but smell the thick musk of arousal in the air. And not just hers or her human’s either, if the Princesses’ slightly raised tails were any indication.
Looking over her shoulder, the Queen pointed her rump toward them and spread one of her cheeks with a hoof so that her marehood, which was dripping with her lover’s cum, was on display. As one the Princesses flinched, each of them looking away as she giggled and let herself flop back down on the big warm pillow that was her stallion.
Her horn glowed and, with a click, the magic nullifying ring disappeared from her horn, reappearing on the nightstand next to the bed. Another spell was cast and John’s collar was gone as well. Burying her muzzle into the crook of John’s neck, Umbra used her magic to pull the covers over the two of them.
“Sweet dreams.”