The white stallion paused for a moment at the top of the small hill, the breeze blowing his two tone mane and tail back as he looked over across the rolling prairies outside of Whinnieapolis. The city was the gateway to the Great Plains of Equestria, and as such had become the base of the stallion’s operations as he sought out his quarry.

Technically, the stallion was a member of the Royal Guard, albeit one who was permanently seconded to the Crystal Empire. As such he had access to the trove of weapons, armor and magical wonders that the Diarchy held in readiness for threats to peace and security, both major and minor.

He had refused to even look at the recommended equipment lists that Raven Inkwell, seneschal to the Sisters, had brought to him. The stallion knew that if he brought any weapons, beyond those nature had blessed him with, his quarry would simply flee, leaving him grasping at nothing, yet again.

With the same reasoning he had also refused the armor that had long been the mark of his vocation, for he meant to come as a friend, not a foe. So too, had he turned down devices of a magical nature, for the object of his quest was not only a unicorn, but one of surpassing sophistication. She would sense any device meant to entrap her or enhance the stallion from leagues away, and again he would be left with only the scent of latex on the wind.

The stallion could have come to this place with an army at his back, or a team of specialists in both sword and spell, or even the wielders of the most potent powers known to his kind. But instead he had come alone, inspite of a multitude of offers from old comrades in arms, friends, family, and even one from his former commander in chief, for he knew if he was to accomplish his mission it would have to be on his own.

And so the stallion stood on a small rise, covered in the wild grasses of the plains, looking for some small sign of his quarry.

“Where are you, Rarity?” Shining Armor murmured, as his eyes ranged out over the prairie.

He would have started his search around Whinniepolis anyway, as it had been Rarity’s old hometown, but the rumors of strange eyeless ponies with fur of purest black breaking into stores for various sundries and leaving gemstones as payment had drawn him in like filings to a magnet.

Once he had reached the urban center, a simple plotting of the break ins showed that a majority of them were on the west side of the city and leaning his searches in that direction the stallion had met with a few ponies who had tried to stop the intruders.

“Like hitting a ball of glue,” one mare had said, followed by a blushing admission that her attacker had then given her one of the greatest orgasms of her entire life.

Other mares and stallions who had tried to stop the break-ins gave similar tales. Their attacker would have a strange give to their bodies as they were struck or magical fields touched them, there would then be flashing swirls of dark material that both bound and blindfolded the pony, followed by a sexual encounter of epic proportions that would leave the pony completely drained of strength and unable to pursue their attacker once they were released.

It wasn’t until Shining Armor moved outside of the city proper and began to question isolated farmers and craftsponies in the nearby countryside that he hit paydirt.

A mare, perhaps a distant relative of the Pie family, had been underground working her small gemstone mine through the day and into the night, as she was wont to do. However, when Opal Eye returned to the surface she found herself face to face with a creature straight out of some of her darkest dreams. Shining remembered his interview with her:

“Terrible she was,” Opal had said. “Tall and dark, with a body straight out of the fashion pages. She had a mane like the night sky, that dark purple right before it goes to full black, only with streaks of white and sparkled with stars.”

“Did you talk to her at all?” Shining asked her. “Did she say anything?”

“I’d come out of the mine, and cot her by surprise, I guess,” Opal replied, in her midwestern twang. “Started to yell at her about being on my claim. Her and the dozen or so black stallions she had with her. Demanded to know who she was.”

The mare gave a small shudder before adding, “And then she looked at me.”

“And?” Shining prodded.

“It was… It was like being a bird, hypnotized by a snake,” Opal continued, tail swishing. “Those slit eyes of hers just froze me right on the spot. I couldn’t think, couldn’t move. She held me there with just her eyes, all while something wrapped itself around me. Just like a snake tightening around its meal.”

“And then?” Shining prodded again, controlling himself as he started to scent the mare’s arousal as she recounted her tale.

“It wasn’t until she’d had me bound up tight, that my Queen decided to speak to me,” the mare said, her pearlescent mane gleaming in the sun as she dipped her head in unconscious obeisance to the mare who obviously still had a strong hold on her.

“What did she say to you?” Shining gently demanded. “Please Opal, it’s important.”

“She asked me if I’d be hers. If I’d serve her,” Opal responded, as her tail began to flag and the smell of a mare ready for breeding became strong in Shining’s nostrils.

“She gave you a choice?” Shining asked, concentrating as hard as he could on the mare’s words and not how her readiness was trying to trigger a matching response in his own body.

“I know,” Opal laughed delicately, and Shining was glad for the momentary break in the mood. “What kind of predator asks you if you’re ready to get eaten?”

“And you said ‘yes’,” Shining said, making it a statement, not a question.

“I said ‘yes’,” confirmed the mare, as the scent of ready and willing femininity doubled and redoubled in strength. “She did things to me, my Queen did. Such wonderful, terrible things. She made me cum so hard and so often she straight up killed me, and then she brought me back to life with pain that felt like cumming all over again, and then she went right back to fucking me to death until I begged her to make me hers.”

“Did she?” Shining asked, turning his hips so the mare wouldn’t see his loosening shaft. “Make you hers, I mean?”

“My Queen said she owed me for my gems anyway, so when I begged her to take me… she did,” Opal Eye answered, the fur between her hind legs dripping with liquid need. “You know, my Queen’s collar and bridle are just over there in the house. Why don’t I slip them on and you can question me even harder?”

To say that Shining Armor was tempted to accept Opal’s offer was something of an understatement. Unbidden, the fantasy of him collaring and bridling the strong healthy mare filled his mind, and the mental image of him taking her reins in his teeth and hauling back on them as he plowed into her from behind was so powerful it was almost a reality in itself.

On top of that, breeding the mare would allow him to closely examine both the collar and bridle that Nightmare Rarity had gifted her. With that description, it only could have been the object of his search who had encountered Opal Eye, and although his sister Twilight was by far the more versatile mage, examining the artifacts would very likely allow him to get enough of a thaumic signature from them to allow him to track Rarity down.

And so, two hours later Shining Armor was again on the move, now armed with what he hoped was a means to track Rarity down and leaving a very satisfied and sleeping Opal Eye behind in her small miner’s house. Shining had made a particular point of noting where the mare lived and how she could be contacted in the future. Cadance was always looking for new play partners and Opal Eye might enjoy trying her hoof at crystal mining.

“Let’s see if we can get a line on you,” Shining murmured to himself, turning his mind away from the warm sweetness of Opal Eye and lighting his horn lit in preparation for casting a tracking spell.

Divination spells might not be his forte, unlike the shield spells that comprised the backbone of his special talent, but every Royal Guard was at least taught the basics of how to cast tracking spells and Shining Armor had been their captain. As such, he had practiced that kind of magic day and night until he was at least at the average level.

It did help that his sister was continually “borrowing” many of his Ogres and Oubliettes manuals for something to read, giving him an easy target to track.

Chuckling slightly at the memory, Shining cast the spell, sending a pulse of his magic outward in a wide, wide net. Long seconds dragged by as he waited for a response, but at least there was the slightest twinge at the outer limits of awareness. A place where his spell had interacted with the signature of Rarity’s new magic.

Shining set off in the ground-eating lope that he had trained in from his early days as a recruit. It was a gait that only the Guard truly trained in and only really usefully for lightly equipped and armed troops, but for covering a lot of leagues in a short period of time there was nothing like it. So it was something less than two hours and several miles later that the stallion scented the rich tang of latex

Slowing his pace to a crawl, the stallion followed his nose, until carefully peeking into a small gulley, he spotted a pool of bubbling blackness. Creeping back undercover, Shining sent out another pulse of his tracking spell, and this time was rewarded with an almost immediate return. It was Rarity’s magic, but where was Rarity?

Further investigation was called for.

From Twilight, Shining knew how crafty the latex suit symbiotes could be when it came to capturing ponies, and Rarity had shown no small skill herself at laying snares and traps to draw useful ponies like Opal Eye into her midnight web. So it was with extreme caution that Shining belly crawled over the lip of the gulley toward the pool itself.

The scraggly grasses and rough stones of this wild place scratched at the stallion’s fur and flesh, but Shining ignored the discomfort, with every sense locked onto the pool in front of him and scanning for possible threats. Closer and closer he crept, with the only sound being the regular burble and pop of bubbles from the pool.

A bare five feet away, the stallion came to a stop. Other than the pool, nothing stirred, nothing moved or gave a sound. Everything was peaceful and calm, which made Shining Armor very, very suspicious. It was just barely possible that this was a naturally occurring pool of tar or similar that Rarity had tapped for raw materials. It could have been one of the symbiotes that had simply run out of enough magic to move or act. Or, it could be a trap meant to draw him in.

Rarity wasn’t Twilight’s intellectual equal, few ponies were, but she was smart enough to know when something was after her, and that was before she had access to the intelligence and wisdom of the demonic Nightmare that had possessed her. Making it more than possible that the pool was a trap with a long series of breadcrumbs leading to it to get him to this isolated spot.

There was only one way to be sure.

Reaching out carefully with his magic, Shining picked up a nearby rock and scooped out a cavity in the hoof-sized stone. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching him, waiting for him to pass a certain point, beyond which escape would be impossible. So he paused, scanning the area again for threats, all the while keeping one eye on the pool.

Nothing stirred, not even the grass as the morning breeze had calmed to the stillness of a prairie noon. With no other course of action left other than to walk away, Shining Armor dipped his improvised cup into the pool to take a sample of the black goo. Which promptly exploded into a flurry of activity, launching questing rods and pseudopods of black material in directions.

Shining Armor flattened himself as much as he could, trying not to flinch as the black mass lashed out blindly coming with a hair's breadth of touching him, but the stallion’s caution paid off as he emerged unscathed from the ensnaring fusillade.

“Well, that was exciting,” Shining Armor said to himself, as he got up and dusted himself off. “That should take care— uh oh.”

Having failed to grasp Shining Armor by lashing out with lengths of gooey latex, the pool was now blowing itself into a bubble that was easily twice the size of the stallion. A moment later, the bubble detached itself and began to gently drift toward the stallion with obvious intent.

Shining backed up and moved to one side in an attempt to give himself some breathing room, but the bubble tracked his movements smoothly, continuing to home in on him. He knew that directing a blast of magic at the thing would only empower it, making it stronger, faster, and worst of all, larger. His best option was to run, gain some distance, come up with a scheme to defeat the thing before he could examine it for clues.

The sound of shifting earth and gravel behind him interrupted Shining’s intent. Risking a quick glance over his tail, his heart sank as a dirt coloured bubble of latex emerged from the ground, faux grass disappearing back into its mass even as it too began to drift toward him. A third and fourth bubble emerged from the ground on either flank, shedding their camouflaging colours as they did so.

“I seem to have caught myself a stallion,” purred Nightmare Rarity, dropping her veil of invisibility that she had been using to watch the proceedings. “Be a dear and let my drones take care of you.”

“I don’t think—” Shining began to declare, cutting off his statement as he realized that Rarity had distracted him into almost letting the first bubble drone get close enough to touch him.

Instinctively he reached for his single most potent spell, the spell he was known for above all others, and his rose coloured magic conjured a shield around him, stopping the bubble just in time. The drone’s latex formed began to wrap around the shield, seeking to curl around its edges and with the other three drones closing in on their now stationary target, Shining Armor was forced to turn his shield into a complete dome of force.

“Now is that any way to submit to your Queen?” Nightmare Rarity asked, with a wicked smile beneath predatory eyes.

“Rarity, I’ve come to talk. That’s all,” Shining said, watching with some apprehension as the bubbles began to impact and coat his shield. After holding a shield over all of Canterlot for days with an incipient changeling invasion, the blows of these latex symbiote drones were barely even noticeable. He could hold the shield for as long as his food and water held out. “I’m not a threat. I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Liar!” hissed the tall elegant mare, her flowing tail lashing in its shades of darkest purple and mauve. “You’re here to kill me. Wipe me from existence and turn half of us back into the victim in waiting that she was before.”

“I promise you, I just want to talk,” Shining Armor replied, almost begging, and he couldn’t quite keep a touch of fear out of his voice as the bubbles around him completely enveloped his shield. Only the glow of his magic kept him from being in complete darkness.

“Oh yes, you’ll talk,” the Nightmare purred menacingly, and Shining could hear the crunch of her hooves as she approached him. “You’ll talk, you’ll beg, you will say anything I want you to say once I’m through your shield and have you in my hooves.”

“Be reasonable,” Shining asked, trying to find a way around Rarity’s Nightmare induced paranoia. “You’re here, I’m here. You can’t get to me, and I can’t get to you. Let’s talk.”

“I have a counter-proposal,” Nightmare Rarity replied, and while the possessed mare’s voice was confident and strong, Shining’s trained ear was able to pick out a thread of fear from the unicorn. “You drop your shield, keep yourself still while one of my drones joins with you, and then you spend the rest of your life in blissful service to your Queen.”

“Fun as that sounds, I’m already spoken for,” Shining paused for a moment as he felt the pressure against his shield increase in all directions. “And seeing as we are stalemated against each other, why don’t we talk? All your friends miss you, Rarity.”

“A quick question, O Prince,” riposted the latex sorceress. “When you had all of Canterlot covered in your shield, why didn’t the ponies inside suffocate?”

“Because my shields let air through, when I want them to,” the stallion replied, confused for a moment. “But don’t think your drones can breathe their way through my magic, because they can’t.”

“Well, dear little morsel. Air may be able to pass through your shields, but it doesn’t pass through the drones that have you completely enveloped,” Nightmare Rarity informed the stallion, who felt a sudden chill go down his back. “At a guess I would say you have thirty minutes to an hour of breathable air, after which you will fall unconscious, your shield will go down, and you will be mine.”

Shining gulped, and tasting the air, he realized Rarity was right. He had been sealed inside of a collapsing sphere of latex and all that was keeping it out was his shield. He couldn’t move the shield with him, especially not blindly. Trying to blast his way out wouldn’t do anything to the mana absorbing symbiotes, nor could any other magic he could think of.

The hunter had been caught by the prey and Shining was as good as suited up as a member of Rarity’s herd.

“Wait!” Shining yelled, thinking desperately. “You gave Opal Eye a choice. You didn’t force her to join you. Why not give me the same option?”

“I stumbled across that lovely mare by accident. You however you came after me, tracking me down. Hunting me,” Nightmare Rarity shot back. “So I laid a trap for you and you walked right into it.”

“Look, at least let me talk to you before you convert me over,” replied the stallion, trying not to notice how it was getting a little warmer and a little harder to breathe. “Give me that much, at least.”

“Part of me wants to just crush you under my hoof, but another part of me remembers that you are kind, handsome and generous. And that you once put yourself in harm’s way to protect us,” came Rarity’s voice through the darkness. “Drop your shield and you will get your chance, Shining Armor.”

The stallion thought about his options for a moment and realized that it was time to take a chance and see if his persuasion roll had been successful. Shining Armor closed his eyes, let the protective shield around him dissipate into nothingness, and a moment later staggered on his hooves as the weight of three latex drones washed over his body from all sides. He felt a moment of panic as the animated material covered his nose and mouth, keeping him from breathing for a second, but then felt relief as the warm summer air washed over his face again.

Opening his eyes he saw that he was again encased in one of the latex symbiote suits, even as his body reported shifting pressures as the suit humped and shifted around him. He could feel parts of it tightening against his fetlocks and his dock, forcing him to hold in place and keep his tail flagged high.

Tingling and small biting shocks against his skin told him that the suit had already started to bond with his nervous system, which meant that his magic was now reduced to being nothing more than a power source for the living thing around him and that he was on a seventy-two hour countdown to never being able to take the suit off again.

“Black on white never fails to be a classic,” stated the latex mistress, who had descended from her perch on the ridge of the gully to stand before the thoroughly encased stallion.

“You said you would give me a chance,” protested Shining Armor, unable to keep himself from struggling against the suit around him.

The dark queen graciously allowed the captive stallion a few moments to try his strength against the bonds holding him place, before stilling him with a gliding touch along his near flank.

“Calmly, my dear Captain,” Nightmare Rarity soothed, again running her hoof along the body of her captive, and Shining could feel the suit around him responding to her touch. “I said you would have a chance, and so you will. But a few preparations are in order first.”

“How are you doing that?” Shining Armor asked, feeling parts of the suit thicken or thin over him even as the colours of the suit’s power lines changed from a cool white to an electric blue. “You aren’t giving any commands… and this suit doesn’t even have a control collar.”

“That’s because my suit drones respond to me directly, as extensions of my will. Hmm yes, that’s much better. That colour goes well with your mane, and speaking of your mane… “ the latex sorceress let her voice trail off dramatically as a phthalo green bridle with violet accents floated into view, complete with a citrine studded bit and reins. “Do be a dear and hold still while I put this on you.”

To his credit, the stallion fought, throwing his head around in an attempt to keep the item of bondage from being fastened to him. The Nightmare played a bit with the stallion struggles, chuckling the entire time, until she tired of the game and a touch of her hoof turned the suit around his throat into a posture collar, keeping his head in place as she deftly buckled the straps in place.

All save the bit, which was snugged up tightly against the stallion’s clenched teeth by the reins and anchored by the golden citrine on either end.

“Here is how this is going to work, my captive stud,” Nightmare Rarity began. “I am going to play with you, your body, and your mind. Working you up into a complete frenzy, and when you finally give in and cum, that lovely bit will slide between your teeth, trapping your tongue and completing your journey into becoming mine.”

Shining’s growl from behind clenched teeth was articulate as it was wordless.

“However, if you can withstand my attention for a mere fifteen minutes, I will remove the bit and you may indeed speak your peace. Do we have a deal?” the Nightmare asked as she slowly moved behind the stallion, keeping tension in the reins so that the bit stayed in its threatening location.

“Well, Shining Armor? Can you keep yourself in control for a mere fifteen minutes?” teased the shining demigoddess of Lust, as she settled into the position Shining normally assumed during a sexual encounter, “or should I just take you right now?”

A quick jerk back on the reins almost caught the stallion by surprise, the bejeweled bit spreading apart his jaws by a few millimeters before the stallion caught himself and slammed his teeth back together.

“Oh I do like a stallion with some spunk,” cackled the Nightmare astride him. “You may move your forelegs. Paw the ground once if you accept my challenge.”

Shining Armor realized he had two, and only two, choices. Either play Rarity’s game, or submit to being her latex encased plaything. With no other real choice, Shining Armor pawed his left forehoof against the rough earth of the gulley.

“Then let’s begin,” Shining heard from behind his tail, even as the use of his legs was taken away from him again.

It began with teasing touches. Soft strokes along his mane, along the line of his jaw and down his flanks that threatened to relax his vigilance, allowing the treacherous bit to sneak past his fortress of will. Seeing that her prey would not give in to the first advances, the Nightmare stepped up her game with her touches gliding lower and lower.

Shining tried to buck himself back to throw off his captor, but was unable to prevent the first ghostly touches along his sheathe. With slow languid strokes, Nightmare Rarity had the suit rub its way along Shining’s greatest treasure. Desperately, the bound stallion concentrated on his rage, at his anger at being bound, how he had come so far only to be frustrated at the last moment.

“Oh what have we here?” the mare over him rhetorically asked as the first throbs of increased blood flow made themselves known in Shining’s cock. Despite his best efforts, the long languid strokes were drawing out his cock, and he shivered at the sensation of the latex covering his sheath automatically expanding to allow for the growth of his member.

With teasing care, fingers of latex rolled around his growing shaft, giving the underside pleasurable little shocks as they too began to be integrated into the living bondage he was in. Desperately, the stallion tried to think of anything he could to distract himself from the pleasurable sensations that were starting to fill his mind.

Ogres and Oubliettes became his salvation. Monster stats, combat details, equipment lists, and all the other minutiae of things a good game master needed to keep track of fought back the tide of lust, and Shining felt a surge of victory as he began to shrink back into himself. The Nerd was strong in Shining Armor for he was King of the Gaming Nerds.

However, Nightmare Rarity was by no means a one trick pony herself.

Shining’s world went dark as the suit’s latex flowed over his eyes, hooding him. He almost, almost opened his mouth to gasp in surprise as the loss of vision was accompanied by a smell, a rich earthy scent with a wonderful tang he knew well. The scent of a mare, ready and willing to be mounted.

“That’s it, my dear stallion. Breathe deep. Let the musk fill you and make you ready for what you really want to do,” the mare breathed into his ear.

With a jump, Shining’s cock burst back into life, sliding out almost to the medial ring in seconds. Shining tried to concentrate on what had happened during his last O&O session, but his memories were being washed away by musk fueled visions of Cadance spread before him.

“Can’t you see Cadance right now? Wanting you? Needing you?” hissed the Nightmare in one ear then the other. “Can’t you imagine her spread out, begging for your touch?”

Shining tried not to pant, forcing air in and out of his nostrils as best he could, knowing that Nightmare Rarity was using his love for his wife against him, and in spite of that, the whole of himself slid free of his sheath into the hungry, welcoming tube of latex that was waiting for it.

“Or maybe you like it a little rough?” the seductive voice added, curling up in his ear before sliding down into his mind, and the thickening of his shaft told his captor that her shot had struck home.

“Yes, you can see it now, can’t you? Cadance, strapped into a breeding rack, giving off that adorable little squeak of hers when you cinch in the girth for her,” purred the Queen of Latex Lust. “I bet you just love it when you put your own bridle onto her, listening to her tack jingle as she tries to fight against the tie downs. Smelling her scent as it grows when she realizes that she’s in the power of the most potent stallion in Equestria.”

The latex tube was now actively sliding back and forth against the stallion’s length, priming him like a pump, as the mare who held him continued to work on his body and mind.

“And you are the most potent stallion in Equestria. The only male to ever place a foal in the belly of an alicorn, and Cadance is the Princess of Love. She must know every possible way there is of pleasing a stallion,” said the voice in his ear. “I have to wonder how many of them you’ve experienced.”

The suit continued to milk Shining, trying to push him those last few steps into orgasm. How long had it been now? Five minutes? Ten? All he had to do was to hold out a little while longer and he could accomplish his mission.

And then he felt his tail being forced to flag high by the tail cuff around his dock as something began to press in against his rosebud. A desperate whinny of denial squealed out from behind clenched teeth as the Nightmare began to ease a slippery latex cock of her own into the bound stallion.

“Yes Shining, take your mare. Fuck her long and deeply,” moaned the Nightmare as she felt the tight confines of the warrior stallion’s ass around her.

Instinctively, Shining tried to throw his hips forward, in an effort to escape the slow penetration from behind, which had the effect of thrusting his own cock into the gripping tunnel around his organ. With a groan of pleasure, muscle memory took over and Shining drew his hips back for another thrust, which had the effect of spearing himself deeply onto the faux member inside of him.

Nightmare Rarity responded by driving herself forward to fill up the rear passage of the stallion, which repeated the cycle of making him thrust forward into the rippling covering that lapped away at every nerve in his sensitive length, before drawing back for another thrust.

Over and over the cycle repeated, and Shining Armor lost all sense of time and space. All he could see were the visions in his mind’s eye of fucking his adoring wife into giving them another foal. All he could hear were the words of the succubus on his back. All he could feel was the gripping and suckling sensations around his length, drawing him ever closer to what was now an inevitable release.

All he could smell was the scent of the mare all around him as she drove deeper and deeper into him. Driving him onward, driving him forward, driving the building pressure in his balls. There was no stopping it now. He was both fucking and fucked, screwing and being screwed at the same time. It was glory and majesty and depravity and the best fucking sex Shining Armor had ever had in his life.

The final explosion was slow in coming, building with the massive power of the balls that had fertilized an alicorn. The electric power deep in Shining’s core grew, building with every paired stroke of him and his partner, until at long last the massive power burst forth like a shaft of lightning down a steel rod.

A veritable shower of cum burst forth from Shining Armor and he reared up as he came, showering the area with his potent seed and letting out the long triumphant mating scream of a stallion who had bred his mare. Cleared of its last obstruction by his cry of triumph, the jeweled bit was drawn all the way back into Shining’s mouth, pining his tongue beneath it even as it locked into place with the rest of the bridle.

Defeated by his manipulated lusts and exhausted by his efforts, Shining Armor felt himself being allowed to slide off his Mistress’ member. Nightmare Rarity had beaten him, and he was hers to do with as she wished.

Very, very sorry for the lateness and the lack of the usual polish on the chapter. Events happened as detailed my blog post and the recovery thereof, massively put things behind and I'm just glad we were able to get this out.

Things are looking bad for Shining Armor... who may need to be renamed Shining Stud. Next chapter we will start drawing together the threads of this arc in preparation for another journey. Only two alternate worlds remain!