Shining adjusted the frilly skirt about his waist, turned to face the mirror beside him, and smiled. No way - there was no conceivable way that putting on a revealing outfit - an outfit specifically made for a mare, should be so electrifying, yet his heart was already pounding in his chest. As he crossed to the vanity, eyeing the arrangement of makeup laid out before the reflective surface, his thoughts drifted to how he’d first began his oddly erotic journey.

He’d always been an impressive stallion, well built, handsome, and with the build of a veteran soldier, but his wife, his beloved Cadance, had eclipsed him in every conceivable way. The Princess of Love was just as tall as he was, her athletic physique was the envy of many royal guards, and her arcane might was leagues beyond anything he could accomplish. Though he loved her with all his heart, and she him, she was and would always be superior.

Any pony in Equestria could speak of how alicorns were living demigods, the embodiment of all ponykind’s potential, yet the masses were kept ignorant to an intimate, secretive detail about their rulers. While it was obvious that the Princesses, each and every one, held traits of unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies alike, they also were a combination of mares and stallions. Like her regal kin, Cadance was endowed with an imposing stallionhood and a libido that would put any stud to shame.

He’d learned about his would-be wife’s equipment shortly after he’d begun dating her, and the revelation had done nothing to hinder his interest - if anything, discovering she was even more endowed than himself piqued his amorous interest. While he’d never considered himself gay by any means, the thought of being utterly dominated by a mare was unfathomably arousing. As their romantic interest in one another grew stronger by the day, ultimately leading to their wedding, they’d struck a balance of sexual power between them - that was until recently.

It wasn’t until he and Cadance had traveled to Canterlot that things took a turn. He couldn’t explain it - heck, he could hardly believe it, yet Sombra, one of the most reviled villains in all of Equestria, had been subjugated. While he and his wife had been shocked by the news, instantly fearing for the worst, Celestia had assured them that there was no need for concern. When he finally saw the former King, seeing him reduced to an effeminate broodmare of a pony, his relief was overshadowed by something all the more twisted. If such a mighty stud could be transformed in such a way, could it not be possible to repeat the process to somepony else?

No sooner had they returned to the Crystal Empire than they began making preparations. By day, Shining would act as he always had, tending to the soldiery and ensuring their kingdom was safe from harm, yet things became far, far different behind closed doors. Careful combinations of potions and spellcraft, tools charitably given by a particularly perverse enclave of changelings lurking just outside Ponyville, wrought devastatingly depraved effects upon the young Prince.

Shining’s toned physique withered, muscle disappearing and being replaced by soft curves and supple flesh, as he basked in his wife’s treatment. He’d yearned to be beneath her, reveling in the inferiority of his position in their relationship, and his only regret was that he hadn’t fully committed to his rightful place earlier. He was still a stallion, it may have been truly impossible for him to change that fact, but he slipped further and further from masculinity with each passing day.

He’d been reluctant at first, back when the elixirs had first started changing his body, but that had only been the preamble. The physical changes had taken a toll, leaving him weaker than many of his peers, but the psychological shift he endured, cemented by his wife’s treatment of him, that had been where the true metamorphosis lay. Cadance had always respected him, treating him like an equal even though that wasn’t true, although that was no longer the case.

Expectations had been placed upon her - expectations that, were they not met, would result in outbursts of disappointment or annoyance from his lover. He was allowed to don the facade of a proud stallion in public, but that charade ended the moment he was in Cadance’s presence. If she gave a command, he obeyed - should she be stressed from a long day, he would do everything in his power to help her relax. What was once a relationship built on balance had become so skewed that he was less than nothing to her, and he loved it.

Contentedly humming to herself, having applied a touch of blush to his alabaster cheeks, his eyes drifted down to the selection of lipsticks. Turquoise, cherry red, and black lay before him, three colors which would contrast his coat and eyes wondrously, yet he could only choose one of them. Thinking of which color choice Cadance may have a preference for, as well as which would complement his attire for the evening, he went with the light blue option.

He stepped back and inspected his reflection again. The sapphire skirt clinging to his hips was short, the sort of thing you’d expect to see on a working mare, and it barely covered the snow-white globes of his pillowy rear. Turning and levitating a smaller mirror from beneath the vanity, he hovered the cheval under himself to ensure the rest of his ensemble was perfect - at least that’s what he told himself.

The longer he peered at his reflection, his eyes lingering on the insignificant tent within his panties, the more excited he became. Stallions weren’t supposed to be dressing like mares, they weren’t supposed to savor the feeling of a thong against their backside, yet the thrill of the taboo was too much to deny. As he slowly brought the little mirror back to its resting spot, he pranced over to the bed and made himself comfortable.

Though he’d finished with his official duties nearly an hour ago, his wife wasn’t quite as lucky. The life of a Princess wasn’t an easy one, constantly wading through the bureaucracy of ruling an Empire while tending to the public and allies alike, and it was his responsibility - nay, his privilege to make sure she was as happy and content as possible. Peeking over at the doorway, situating himself in an alluring position atop the mattress, he magically lifted an issue of Play Filly from the nightstand.

As he opened the publication and turned to an article titled How to Please a Stallion, he was unable to suppress a giggle. Though the limits of his heterosexuality had been stretched thin, having developed oral skills that could put most mares to shame, he didn’t think he’d ever lay with a stallion - not because he couldn’t tempt some virile stud, but because his lover was unparallelled. His mind wandered, thoughts of Cadance’s package insidiously creeping into his thoughts, and his pucker winked in anticipation.

Having always had a preference for bottoming for his wife, he couldn’t have been happier with his relatively newfound role. Scarcely a day passed when he didn’t end up with a seething load of foal-batter pumped down his throat or up his ass, bloating his gut and leaving him looking exceptionally knocked up, and he wasn’t bothered in the slightest that his stallionhood had gone untouched for months on end. Fucking Cadance had always been nice, but nothing - nothing quite scratched his carnal itch like being bent over while having the cum fucked out of him.

A sudden sound of approaching hooffalls caught his ear and caused him to turn toward the door. He’d been with Cadance long enough to instantly recognize her gate, so he had no doubt about who was marching down the corridor just outside. Shifting slightly, angling his tush toward the exit, he brushed a lock of mane over his eyes and tried to look casual. Being a piece of eye candy was one thing, but the last thing he needed was to come across as too desperate for attention.

“Ugh,” Cadance loudly groaned, bursting through the door and slamming it closed behind herself. “I swear, Prince Rutherford is the most boorish creature that has ever existed.”

Ignoring Shining, only giving him the slightest glance, she trudged to her dresser and removed her crown. He could have waited - should have waited for her to address him, yet he couldn’t bring himself to sit idly by. Getting to his hooves and hopping down from the mattress, he timidly approached the irate alicorn and uneasily smiled.

“I’m sorry to hear it,” he whispered, igniting his horn and lifting the peytral from around her neck. “At least you won’t have to worry about dealing with him for a while - I hope.”

She nodded and stepped back, allowing the armored coverings on her hooves to remain on the floor. “True, but I’m sure it won’t be long until he comes for another visit.”

Grinning to himself, he chuckled. “You could always give him the same treatment you gave me. I’m sure that -”

She guffawed and shook her head, cutting him off. “Shining, I don’t think that would be possible. For starters, even though he’s not a pony, he’s more of a stallion than you ever were - secondly, those elixirs only coax out one’s inner desires. You don’t think he’s actually the type to get turned on by getting plowed ~ do you?”

Going flush and turning his eyes to the floor, Shining pursed his lips. The comment stung, chipping away at what little stallionly pride he had remaining, but it was true. Even when he’d been at his best, a paragon of masculinity, his appearance had been a carefully crafted veneer. The elixirs and enchantments he’d subjected himself to had simply made his appearance match how he felt on the inside, bringing forth his real self for all the world to see.

“Speaking of which,” she continued, heedless or uncaring of his consternation, “I’d like you to look at some applications tomorrow.”

“Applications?” he parroted, cocking his head in confusion.

Nodding and trotting to the bed, she eased herself onto the mattress. “I’ll be hiring a new captain of the guard.”

“What?” he croaked, his eyes going wide. “Why? Haven’t I -”

Silencing him with but a look, she glared at him. “Haven’t you what? Shining, I love you more than anypony, you know that, but there’s been growing…” she trailed off, thoughtfully waving a forehoof in the air. “There’s been growing concern about your competence.”

He glowered and stepped closer to her, his expression hardening. “I inspect the guards every single day, regularly shift their patrol routes, and make sure each and every one of them knows the castle inside and out! Why in the hay would anypony doubt my competence?”

She rolled her eyes and nodded in his direction, giggling all the while. “Maybe it’s because guards aren’t supposed to look like cock-hungry sluts,” she sighed. Feigning surprise when he reared back, seeing his face go beet red, she covered her muzzle with a forehoof. “You didn’t know? Most of the sentries have been whispering about you, wondering why their captain is a pale shadow of the stallion he used to be, and you can’t tell me you haven’t caught more than a few of them eyeing you…”

Though he opened his mouth to respond, he didn’t make a sound. She was right, he had noticed guards hungrily looking at his flanks on a hoofful of occasions, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t keep his job! As he collected his thoughts and set his brow, preparing to counter any of her concerns about him, his heart skipped a beat when she rolled to her back and splayed her hind legs.

The sight of her nethers was enough to instantly derail his thoughts. Resting between her toned thighs as the most heavenly package in all of existence. Two big, meaty balls, each easily the size of his hoof, rested against her steely buns, while her stallionhood steadily slipped from its sheath. He licked his lips at the sight and inched closer to her, his lecherous inclinations wresting control of his body, until her callous laughter split the air.

“You really are worthless,” she chuckled. “As soon as you lay eyes on my junk, all your common sense goes right out the window. If you were a mare, I bet you’d be dripping wet right now - in fact…”

She righted herself and sailed from the bed, landing beside him in the blink of an eye. “What are you -”

“Why am I not surprised?” she sarcastically inquired, lifting his tail to gaze as his lube-slickened pucker. “It’s almost like you were hoping for me to breed your sissy ass…”

“I…I…” he helplessly stammered. “I thought you might -”

“Thought what?” she hummed, lowering her head to peek at the twitching bulge in his thong. “Thought that I’d make you squeal like a lucky filly on prom night? Thought I’d let you choke on my dick?”

Shying away, unable to keep his tail from flagging, he dipped his head in shame. Where was all this coming from? He was used to her being a bit condescending at times, usually while in the throes of passion, but it wasn’t like her to be so overtly insensitive - still, as cold as she was being, his heart raced all the faster. Looking over as she soared back onto the mattress, assuming the same position she’d been in moments before, he stared at her endowment with barely-kept lust.

“If all you’re going to do is look at it,” she breathed, a cruel smirk splitting her muzzle, “I can just leave…”

“No!” he bleated, tearing his eyes off her nethers and to her face.

She didn’t say a thing as she made herself comfortable, pulling a pillow under her head while she waved at her crotch. Though she’d remained silent, it was crystal clear what she wanted. Timidly crossing to the end of the mattress, he swallowed his pride and crawled up the mattress toward her. Her uses for him had been dwindling, no longer seeing him as much of a stallion whatsoever, but that didn’t mean he was without some worth in her eyes.

Continuing up the bed, drawn in by the heady scent of her musk, he trembled. As strong as a stallion’s after a hard day’s labor, while also having a delicate touch of femininity, her scent was intoxicating. He’d never admitted it, fearing what her reaction would be, but there’d been times when he’d wantonly sniffed her panties or the bed sheet where she slept while masturbating to the thought of her.

“There you go,” she hummed, watching him kiss his way up her inner thigh. “You’ve been wanting this all day ~ haven’t you?”

He thoughtless nodded, tasting her sweat on his lips, and drew his tongue up the twin cum-tanks she called nuts. She could knock up a mare several times over with a single load, being able to produce what seemed like a limitless supply of thick, rich cum, which made her all the more different from him. Pushing himself up on a forehoof, using his magic to angle her hardening length toward his face, he opened his muzzle and hotly made out with the fat crown of her cock.

Muscle memory took over, his mind steadily went blank, and he succumbed to his urges. While some sliver of who and what he once was begged him to stop, knowing that eventually he’d reach a point of no return, it was far too late for him. He’d been a fool to pretend he was on equal footing with her, deluded by what his parents, colleagues, and society had told him he should be, but that was no longer the case.

She swung one hind leg out and locked a fetlock to the back of his neck, drawing him in as he slipped her shaft into his gullet. “You still haven’t answered me, Shining…”

Forcing his watering eyes open, he peeked up at her. He couldn’t breathe, much less speak, so he wasn’t sure how she expected him to answer. Going to withdraw, if only to tell her how right she’d been, he gave a muted gag as he was forced downward. His throat bulged, his airway ached, and a tear rolled down his cheek, yet the interior of his panties became damp with his pre-cum.

He arched his back for her, sending the short fabric of his skirt forward and over the cheeks of his ass. She couldn’t see much, but the view caused her stallionhood to jerk. There was something supremely gratifying about working her up, knowing she was getting hard for him, and it gave him more than enough motivation to continue. Lower and lower he plunged, until his nose pressed to the prismatic tuft of pubes at the very base of her length.

“Honestly, I feel like you missed your calling,” she purred, reaching down to stroke his cheek with a wing. “Wearing armor around, trying to convince everypony that you’re not an eager little cock sucker, and spending all that time at the gym to stay in shape ~ wouldn’t you rather be my pretty little mare all the time?”

While he hadn’t planned on bringing the blowjob to an end, the question struck a chord within him. He pushed himself up and away, throwing his head back to clear his esophagus. She may be mad that he’d stopped so quickly after he’d started, but she deserved an answer.

“Yes,” he croaked.

Her eyes went alight and she leaned in, her stallionhood pulsing in tune with her heart. “Is that so…?”

Nodding feverishly, he idly stroked her length with a forehoof. “More than anything.”

She grinned from ear to ear. “If you’re serious, move.”

Practically flinging himself onto his back like a well-trained dog, he obeyed her without question. He couldn’t say what she was planning to do, thrown off guard when she swung a leg over his head and stood, but he quickly figured out why she’d told him to lay down. Jumping off the bed, she turned to face him, patted the mattress, and waved him over.

“Over here, cutie,” she cooed. “That little warm up was nice, but I want to swab that taut little throat of yours.”

Diving over and rolling to his back, leaving his head hanging off the side of the mattress, he expectantly opened his maw and lolled out his tongue. Blowing her was phenomenal, but it couldn’t hold a candle to when she took charge. She shuffled forward, placing her forehooves to either side of his slim waist, and brought her titanic endowment to bear.

It was like staring down the colossal bolt of a ballista, a weapon that could and would devastate him, yet his enthusiasm only grew. Though he’d topped her more times than he could count in the past, something just hadn’t felt right about being the one wielding all the control - now that their dynamic had shifted, it was like an ill-fitting puzzle piece had slipped rightly into place. Peering down her chest, adjusting her positioning, she slipped the girthy head of her cock into his muzzle, drove her hips forward, and plunged into his gullet.

His throat spasmed as he watched inch after inch of lilac-colored shaft forced into his snout. The taste of sweat and pre-cum danced over his tongue, an appetizer to whet his lecherous appetite, while his backdoor seized upon itself. He would have been overjoyed to be used in such a way, honored to be an outlet for her bestial wants, yet her demeaning praise elevated his bliss by leaps and bounds.

“So pathetic,” she murmured, breathing hotly on his turgid colthood. “One of these days, I should really lock this little thing up…”

The remark set his nerves alight. Though there was no way she could have known about it, he’d secretly mused on what it would be like if she trapped his equipment away in chastity. Given how things had been going with her, he doubted he’d have to worry about being anything other than a pair of warm, welcoming holes with which she could sate herself - not that he minded that in the slightest. Pre-cum dribbled from his comparatively minuscule shaft, dripping onto his stomach, as she hilted his face and began bucking her hips.

Her every thrust was unstoppable, sending her prolific balls slapping against his eyes and causing his jaw to ache, but the discomfort only added to his bliss. This was how she should have treated him all along, conquering him and showing him how wrong he’d been to ever consider himself a stallion. He shifted and brought a forehoof to his crotch, intent on rubbing his painfully hard prick, before she pinned his limbs to the bed with her sorcery.

“Ah ah ah ~” she tutted, her snout hovering just above his package. “If you’re going to cum, you’re going to cum from me fucking that cute little face of yours…”

Though he struggled against his arcane bonds, his heart racing and lungs starting to burn, it was no use. She was going to use him, playing with him until she was bored or satisfied, and there was nothing he could do to stop her. Her breaths washed over his tool, her laughter rang in his ears, and the velvety flesh of her shaft glided over his tongue, as she steadily picked up speed.

As with most things, her technique was impeccable. She’d draw back just enough to let him get a taste of musk-filled air, then sink her shaft back into his muzzle. He suspected she liked keeping him like this, pushing him just to the breaking point before reeling herself in a hair, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love the treatment. Something about how rough she could be, paired with the way she loved him, always got his fires burning.

She gave a particularly fierce plunge and hilted, grinding his nose to the thick folds of her sheath. “You know, I’ve been thinking,” she casually began, having buried the entirety of her length down his throat, “maybe it’s time we reintroduce you to our subjects. You’re clearly not a guard anymore - for that matter, you’re barely even a stallion, so it only makes sense that we bring this Prince Shining Armor farce to an end.”

He only barely heard what she was saying, his consciousness fading while his strength fled from his limbs, yet her words were exhilarating. If everypony in the Crystal Empire knew of their relationship, their true relationship, he wouldn’t have to continue misleading anyone in or outside of the castle! He could dress how he pleased, showing off his curves in public as he fawned over his she-stud of a wife, and there was nothing anypony could do to -

Glk!

His every muscle convulsed, roped of seed erupted from his jerking colthood, and he sputtered uncontrollably around her monumental cock. Though he knew he’d been getting close to his limit, he hadn’t realized that the notion of being openly paraded about as her bitch would do him in. She pushed herself up and backed away without making a sound, hauling her slickened length from his starved airway and allowing him to gasp for breath.

Shaking her head, she watched as he heaved air into his chest. “I guess that’s a yes…”

“Y…yes,” he rasped, his throat raw. “I want everypony to see how perfect we are together.”

He’d anticipated some snide answer, possibly a biting remark about how they were only a couple because he’d somehow struck her fancy, yet she smiled serenely down on him. The contrast of her beautiful face and tranquil expression against the monster hanging beneath her was jarring. Licking saliva and pre-cum from his chin, seeing his lipstick smeared along her shaft, he couldn’t look away from her endowment.

Moving around to the opposite side of the bed, she extended her wings and sprang onto the mattress. “Bend over, my little mare.”

Well past his breaking point, in spite of the spontaneous climax he’d just endured, he rushed over, pressed his chest to the bedsheet, and braced his hind legs. She snickered as she eyed the bloated, velvety ring of his backdoor. There’d been a time when she couldn’t have fucked him, his ass being far too taut to accommodate her stallionhood, but that felt like a lifetime ago.

Her weight landed upon his back, her forehooves locked around his hips, and her battering ram-like cock-head bore against his entrance, causing him to look up and back at her. She really was beautiful, the pinnacle of what ponykind could be, and he was elated to be her husband - even if he wasn’t much of an actual husband for her. Rolling his ass back, he impaled himself on her divine stallionhood.

“Somepony’s eager,” she mused, draping herself over his back as she set to fucking him.

With long, hard, decisive strokes, she steadily forced her shaft deeper into his welcoming depths. He couldn’t speak for her, unsure of how much she enjoyed rutting him, but the sensation of having something so gargantuan filling him was the most heavenly thing he had or likely ever would experience. Squeezing her length with each backstroke, coating his interior with her pre-cum, he gave a shuddering, contented sigh.

“We’ll - Unf - need to get you a little crown,” she huffed, her pendulous balls rhythmically smacking his comparatively diminutive coin purse.

Feverishly nodding, ignoring the drool creeping past his lips, he weakly leaked jizz to the blanket under him. “Uh…uh-huh…”

Ramming her hips forward, sending her thick medial ring over his prostate, she kissed the back of his neck. “And a cute little dress that shows off the cage I’ll get for you…”

The second mention of being forced to wear chastity did nothing to hinder his mounting zeal. Nearly slipping into a rut-lust, he hammered his tush back against her. His body and life belonged to her, so he’d be more than happy to relinquish control of his meager endowment to her. As long as she continued fucking him as she had been, ensuring he tended to her sensual needs, his little prick could wither away in a cage for all he cared.

The bed creaked beneath them, its headboard bumping against the wall, while his passion soared. He wouldn’t be surprised if guards or some of the castle’s staff had taken note of the dubious noises coming from their chamber, likely having heard them in the throes of passion, but that was hardly a concern. They were a couple, they loved one another, and it was no mystery that they had a very healthy sex life - an atypical sex life, but a healthy one nonetheless.

Their groans, heavy breaths, and whimpers of delight filled the air, joining the creaking mattress to create an erotic orchestra of sorts. She showed no signs of stopping, only periodically slowing to alter the angle of her thrusts or to gyrate her hips, yet he was already approaching his limit for the second time. Though he tried to compose himself, struggling against the welling tide of rapture, it was a fight he couldn’t win.

“Cum for me,” she urged, licking his ear. “Cum for me like the little sissy bitch you are…”

His back arched, he gave a pitiable, marish howl, and impotent spunk gushed from his colthood, as he surrendered to her request. Throughout his blinding ecstasy, chuckling all the while, she continued plowing him like the she-stud she was. It took everything he had simply to remain standing, willing his hind legs not to collapse and send him toppling to the mattress, yet he was somehow able to endure.

Shaking her head, she slipped a forehoof to his abdomen. “It’s a finite resource, you know…”

“W…wha…?” he wheezed, falteringly turning to peer at her face.

“Your cum,” she explained, her ruthless hammering juxtaposed to her soft, tender words. “I’m going to screw every drop of masculinity out of you…”

Though he’d just climaxed, his orgasm rebounded and sent more jizz seeping from his wildly bobbing dick. He knew what she was saying was true, that he was slowly becoming addicted to what she had to offer, but he couldn’t stop himself. Summoning what little strength he had left, he constricted his battered hole around her titanic length and did what he could to get her off.

Her onslaught was never-ending, only getting more and more intense as time passed. Her endurance was the definition of insanity. Even before their relationship had been turned on its head, it was all too common for her to finish herself off after he’d worn himself out - fortunately, that was far from a bad thing now. As long as he could keep himself upright, regardless of whether or not he passed out, he’d always wind up filled with or absolutely coated in her steaming, virile load.

Brought back to his senses by a singular sensation in her gut, he reached back to feel his bulging belly. He could feel her pulse through her stallionhood, she was starting to flare, and she angrily grunted and snarled in his ear. She was at her limit, about to give him what he so desperately wanted, and what little composure he had left evaporated because of it.

“C…cum inside me,” he weakly pleaded. “Please, I’m - Aaaaaaaagn!”

His shameless begging came to an immediate end, replaced by a rapturous howl, as she flooded his depths. Filled by an utterly obscene amount of her rich cream, his stomach gurgled and rounded. He came an instant after she did, flung into a nirvanic oblivion that consumed him entirely - regrettably, he was only able to savor it for a hoofful of moments.

As soon as her climax subsided, her length softening in the barest degree, she stepped back and freed her length. He couldn’t see what it was, but the hot, unmistakable feeling of her stallionhood was replaced by something cold and unyielding. Scarcely able to move, his abused pucker tightening around whatever she’d shoved into him, he tried and failed to stand.

“Get up,” she coolly instructed. “Get up and fix your makeup.”

Unsteadily peeking back at her, he gulped. “W…why?”

“Because we’re going to make this official right now,” she stated, crossing to her closet. “I’m pretty sure I have something that will fit you. Once you’ve made yourself presentable, I’m going to join you as you tell each and every pony in the castle that you’re no longer my Prince.”

He was somehow able to get his hooves under himself, though he doubted he’d be able to take more than a hoofful of steps before he lost his balance. “I’m n…not?”

“No,” she groused, levitating what looked to be her old prom dress from the closet, “from now on, you’re my wife.”

There were few moments when he’d found himself overwhelmed with joy, but this was one of them. He was filled with what had to be nearly a gallon of cum, there was what he assumed was a tremendous plug corking his ass, and he was a total mess, yet the idea of being shown off like the fuck-meat he was gave him goosebumps. Smiling broadly at her, he nodded. He’d promised to be by her side through anything, and she’d just made him the happiest sissy in all of Equestria…

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