Recruit
Recruit
"So what can you do?"
All Lucas wanted to do was sit quietly in the mess and eat his ration of hay, but apparently, that was too much to ask for. He tried lowering his head, stuffing another hoofful of hay into his mouth to keep his lips occupied, but the pony who had addressed him simply waited. Eventually, a stiff hoof was whacked on the back of Lucas' skull, causing his head to snap forward. He coughed and choked on the mouthful of hay, eventually catching himself. Afraid of another whack, Lucas quickly looked up to the towering pony who was standing beside him, a stern look on the pony's solemn features. Lucas was far from a large pony, perhaps best described as distinctly average. He was a unicorn, with an orange coat and a blue mane and tail. His eyes were somewhat pretty, with a green one and a blue one, a trait that was rare but not uncommon among even the mundane breeds. He looked up to the towering brown pony who stared down at him, at a loss for words until he was asked, "What can you do? You're the new recruit for the Royal Guard; I am Sergeant Muscle Buck, your trainer. What can you do?"
Lucas looked to his left side, at the plus and minus sign that adorned his flank, and sighed, figuring that wasn't very educational. He once more looked at the brown pony, Buck, and said, "I can do spells. I specialize in shrinking spells though. That's my specialty. My teacher says I have a knack for them."
"Well kid, I'm your teacher now."
Buck was a large pony, and carried himself with the degree of pride that was common with the Royal Guard elite. In other words, everything about him said he was a total jerkass. He was a unicorn, like Lucas, and Lucas almost felt embarrassed to have a horn on his head when there were ponies like Buck in the world. Buck's golden mane was worn in a large, Mohawk style, which was one reason he rarely wore a helmet. His tail was worn in the same style, even though it looked ridiculous. His breath stunk of old hay, but Lucas kept himself from gagging on the odor. He looked back to his hay, hoping a lack of attention would cause Buck to wander off. Instead, he once more flicked Lucas on the head, knocking his snout into the pile of hay and making him growl.
"Lunch times over, kid. Your training starts now. Follow me."
Lucas mumbled angrily under his breath, as he stuffed one more hoofful of hay into his mouth. He chewed hastily and swallowed, as he slid off the seat and walked out of the mess hall, following the shifting flanks of Buck, who was walking in front of him.
He followed Buck's shifting rump out of the mess hall and through the castle. He sighed, slightly annoyed and still a bit hungry, but understood his duty to the castle and the princess. Truth be told, he was so proud of himself, so happy. He had passed the tests! He had joined the prestigious unit known as the Royal Guards. It was his duty to guard Equestria, to protect his princesses, from whatever threats that might show their face. He had passed the initial trials, but there was still training, and so he trotted after Buck, until at last the brown pony came to stand in front of a large door.
Buck's golden magic traced the cracks of the door, and the heavy wood opened with a loud creak. Buck trotted in after looking behind him, confirming that Lucas was still following. The room was large, though had no windows, and the only source of light came from several magical hearthstones that glowed brilliantly as they hung from the ceiling. The room was filled with Royal Guards, who were snorting and laughing amongst themselves. Perhaps this was some secret get away for the guards? Lucas immediately counted five, not counting himself or Buck. As Lucas came further into the room, the snorts and laughter ceased, and it felt like all eyes focused on him. Lucas felt oddly nervous, despite the fact that he was standing with his brothers. He stopped walking when Buck stopped, and Buck's golden magic sealed the door shut.
"W-what is the meaning of this?" Lucas asked, looking up at Buck, who gave him a gentle smile.
"Relax kid, it's your initiation."
"Initiation? So... I... I'm in? I'm in the Royal Guard?! Like... shouldn't there be training?"
"Princess Celestia and Shining Armor have taken a shine to you, but I think you would have made it without their backing. You got heart kid, that's what we look for. More than brute strength, more than magic capacity, more than speed, we look for heart. Because you can have all the power in the world, but if you turn tail at the first Changeling that comes down in front of you, you're going to put kingdom, your princess, and your fellow Guard in harm's way. There's always training, there'll always be tests, but you made it."
"I-I'm in, right?"
"Well..." Buck turned, and trotted, circling Lucas slowly. "There's just one test you have to pass, and then you're in. One more... hurdle to jump, so to speak. Like I said, this is your initiation."
Lucas laughed nervously; catching sight of Buck's cropped tail over his left shoulder as he walked. Lucas looked over his right shoulder, and watched as Buck came trotting along on his other side. "To be a Royal Guard, you have to be strong. You have to be made of strong stuff."
Lucas stood at attention, and nodded curtly. "I understand sir."
"This part of the initiation, it's called a 'trample.' You think you can handle that?"
Lucas gulped slightly, staring, but nodded gently.
Buck reared up on his rear legs, showing off the vastness of his underside to Lucas' eyes. Buck was built like a war horse: thick bodied and stocky, arms thick and chiseled and strong. Lucas lowered his gaze, feeling worried to be beneath the great colt like this, but his eyes ended up fixating on something odd. Peeking out from between Buck's rear legs (Lucas was just the right height to look forward); he could see yellow peeking out from between the bushy pubic fur. The pubic fur was a little darker than the rest of his body, which made the contrast against the saffron glans peeking out that much more intense. Lucas stared, in strange awe, until Buck's body shifted. One of his hooves came upon the ground, but the other slammed onto Lucas' back, knocking him to his belly.
A wave of pain rushed through him. Lucas had been in fights before, on the streets of Ponyville once or twice, and sparred extensively as part of his Royal Guard training. Nothing could prepare him for the pain that rumbled through him, as Buck's full weight slammed down upon him. Not even his full weight, in fact, as one of his hooves had landed on the ground first. If Buck had come down with his full weight, Lucas probably would have been dead, spine broken in half. As was, he simply wished he had been killed under the blow, the pain was so intense.
"Come on kid, that was like... a third of my strength. You think a griffon is going to hold back when they dive bomb you? A Changeling?" Buck trotted forward gently, a pair of hooves stomping upon Lucas' spine. He growled and grunted when the weight finally left, and attempted to rise, only for the trampling hooves to come back down upon him.
As the weight finally left him, Lucas attempted to stand, only for Buck to buck with his rear legs and knock Lucas over the ground. Lucas tumbled and twisted until he finally came to rest at the hooves of another of the Royal Guards. On his back, Lucas looked up at the Royal Guard, who slowly lifted one of his hooves. The hoof hovered over Lucas' face a moment, allowing Lucas to take in the details of the underside: the cracks and caked on grim, before it came crashing down onto his face. The hoof lifted up slowly, only to come crashing down upon Lucas' chest instead, stomping him hard in the gut and making him gag. Again and again, the hooves stomped down, smashing against him, or sometimes simply pressing down on his face.
The Royal Guard backed away, and Buck came trotting towards him. He reared onto his back hooves, and then came crashing down with his fore hooves once more, smashing into Lucas' side. He took a step off, lifting his other rear hoof and took a step onto Lucas, who groaned as the weight of three hooves came down upon him. Two left, and the fourth came down, stomping and grinding side to side until finally lifting off him. Lucas looked to Buck, the rounded backside of the large pony facing him. Between Buck's rear legs, hanging like a saffron pillar between the two, thick brown legs, was Buck's growing shaft. A dribble of white oozed from the slit, forming a shallow puddle on the ground. Buck looked over his shoulder behind him, staring at Lucas, and then began to back away, once more trampling him beneath his hooves, taking his time to grind each hoof down upon the warm body.
How Lucas' body did not break beneath the weight, he would never know. Perhaps his body was stronger than he realized, after so many weeks of training. The hooves stomped down with their full weight or ground side to side, squeezing the fur and bones and muscles beneath them. At last, Buck reared up, only to stomp down once more, crushing Lucas, who gasped loudly.
"Impressive," Buck said. "Pick him up."
A pair of stocky Pegasi slipped to Lucas' side, each one taking one of his forelegs. They pulled so suddenly, so quickly, Lucas felt his stomach drop. He tugged at his arms, trying to reclaim them, but the brawny Pegasi were holding him tight to their chest. He looked to Buck, who seemed to be contemplating him, before Buck trotted out of sight. His head hung low as he listened to the clip-clop of Buck's rhythmic hooves, and then they stopped when they were behind him. Lucas lifted his head, looking around, finally looking over his shoulder to see the brown pony. Because of Buck's great height, he was actually able to stand over Lucas, legs spread only slightly. Lucas felt the warmth of Buck's breath on the back of his neck. He shivered, and looked back. "What's going on?"
"Just another part of your initiation."
The head of Buck's erection was a deep amber color, due to the blood that was engorging in the glans. A trickle of white cream oozed out of the slit, rolling down the long shaft before splashing to the ground. Buck leaned himself forward slowly, a squirt of white colliding with Lucas' buttocks. The amber head of the erection slipped between Lucas' tender cheeks without any trouble, but when they were pressing up against the puckered hole of Lucas' anus, there was very little yield. Buck wiggled his hips gently, his erection bobbing back and forth. Lucas gasped, and lowered his head, as he felt a spurt of pre wash up against the tight hole, and then the erection slip inside the tight seal.
"My, you're loose. Have you done this before?"
Lucas held his head low and in shame as he felt Buck push his hips forward. He pulled his arms and spat at the Pegasi that held him, but their grip was unyielding. They held him tight, and one actually snapped his hoof back at a painful angle until he stopped struggling. And then, Buck shoved himself forward, ramming great erection into the tight pucker, and Lucas simply went limp. He didn't struggle, he didn't fight. He couldn't remember his training, how to fight out of a hold, how to focus his mind in a time of stress. Ram after ram, the pubic bone slamming against his buttocks viciously and the thick girth tearing his walls wide.
Lucas lifted his head slowly, and looked to the Royal Guard on his left, then to his right, eyes wide, arms shifting and tugging gently. "L-let me go," he said. "Let me go! Please!"
"Yes, let him go, he's mine now," Buck said, and the two burly Guards who had held Lucas' arms slowly backed away. Without any support, Lucas almost fell, but one of Buck's arms wrapped around him. The other arm, and his two rear legs, were braced on the ground. Holding Lucas tight to his solid chest, he moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his erection and his pubic fur up against the cute, orange buttocks, stretching the hole wider and wider as he worked himself in and out. Spurts of white slickened the tight cavern, making it easier to hump the next time.
Lucas buried his face in the ground, eyes filled with tears, sparks of magic occasionally bursting from his horn but he did not have the concentration to mount a defense. Again and again, the great erection slammed into him, tearing his hole wider and wider. Buck's powerful hips slammed against his buttocks, bruising the sensitive flesh that had not been hit since he was a filly and spanked. Again and again he was rammed, until at last Buck weighed his hips down and pressed deep into the orange pony, hilting inside him. He arched his back, bobbing from hoof to hoof, as he felt his testicles contract and the warmth inside him build, until a heavy rope shot out of him. Lucas howled in pain, a spark of blue magic shooting forward. The Royal Guards were smart enough to move out of the way, but a chair against a wall was not so lucky, and was suddenly shrunk to an eighth of its size. Another spark was building at the tip of Lucas' horn, until Buck slammed his hoof down, grinding Lucas' nose into the ground as he continued to ram furiously forward. Spurt after spurt gushed inside Lucas, who could only lay there, holding back his bile and disgust and the tears that streamed down his face as he was raped.
He almost screamed when he felt the erection pull back. A spurt of seed gushed from the slit, splashing onto Lucas' buttocks. The hoof came down once more, grinding his nose into the floor as Buck took his time pulling out, wiggling his hips side to side just to make it more painful. He rested when his glans were squeezed by the tight pucker, reveling in the feel.
Buck walked over Lucas, stomping him into the ground, as he headed for the exit to the room, the other Royal Guards all eager to get their own turn at the new recruit. Slowly, gritting his teeth, Lucas stumbled to his feet, and glared at Buck, vision red. His horn sparked several times, building power, and then with a scream, he released a bolt of arcane at brown horse.
Buck turned, his own horn glowing with gold. The blue arcane released from Buck slammed against an elegant shield, which shined brighter as the full weight of the arcane came to rest against it. Buck spread his legs, bracing himself and lowering his head, and then released a beam of gold, which slammed directly into Lucas.
There was no pain, though Lucas felt the breath tear through his lungs all at once. He wheezed and gagged, skidding across the ground. The other Royal Guards all moved away, leaving him to skid and roll, until he at last slammed against a wall. He lay there, groaning, once trying to roll onto his four hooves, but found his legs were far too shaky. Instead he plopped onto his belly, and just laid there, eyes closed, even as his body was taken in several furious spasms.
He felt the ground beneath him quake, the force actually causing him to bounce off the ground. He opened his eyes, which was a difficult action in and of itself, and watched as a pair of tree sized legs approached him. He looked up the legs slowly, having to roll onto his back to keep looking, and soon reached Buck's grinning, looming face. Lucas was vaguely aware of the golden magic that surrounded him, and lifted him up to Buck's eye level. "Attacking your senior officer," he said. "That is not an action that can be taken lightly." Lucas swung a tiny hoof at the brown nose, but a heavy snort blew him through the air. Buck looked over his shoulder to the assembled Royal Guards. "You are all dismissed," he said. And one by one the Royal Guards filed out of the room, snorting and chuckling to themselves as they trotted, leaving Lucas alone.
Traversing the castle with a shrunken pony would raise more than a few suspicions. Buck thought of swallowing Lucas, but decided against it. If he housed Lucas inside a golden ball, he would be fine, but it would be difficult to get him back out. Instead, Buck brought Lucas under him, keeping him hidden between his rear legs, and pressing him up against the quivering sheath. His yellow shaft had retreated inside its musky housing, so he could keep Lucas out of sight, as he trotted through the hallways of the castle.
Coming to a door with an ornate frame, Buck lifted his hoof, and gently rapped it against the thick mahogany wood. He waited several moments, before knocking again. No one came to greet him, so using his golden magic; he eased the door open, and very slowly peeked his head inside. Lying there, in the bed, was Princess Cadence, a blanket pulled up to her chin, her head resting on a pillow. Her sleep had been fitful, as of late. The Changelings had made several presses into Equestrian territory, and Shining Armor had led a platoon of Guards to secure the borders of the state. The pink pony had been spending a great deal of her time in her room. It was a struggle to dress herself every morning and night, though she continued to do her royal duties as best she could.
Buck pulled the orange pony out from between his legs, brought him under his body and between his forelegs, and up to his face. Lucas gasped and sucked at the fresh air up, tiny chest heaving. Buck's horn flickered, and after a moment, an elegant gold bubble had slipped around the tiny orange pony. No longer held up with magic, Lucas fell, and landed on the inside of the bubble. Staring at Buck, Lucas filled his lungs and let out as loud a scream as he could muster. He immediately regretted it, as his high pitched voice bounced around the tight walls of the orb, wreaking havoc on his poor ears. He rushed to the orb and pounded furiously against it, again and again, but Buck only stared at him, not even amused, just curious how long it would take to realize it was futile. When Lucas finally sat back, pulling his legs close and whimpering, Buck looked back inside the room. Confirming Cadence was still asleep; he concentrated, and guided the tiny orb past the door and inside.
Lucas watched as he floated through the room, only the translucent golden shell keeping him from plummeting to the ground. It was nerve-wracking for any number of reasons, and he stretched out, bracing himself with all four hooves against the orb, as if that might somehow spare him should the bubble suddenly pop. He looked back at Buck, the unicorn's head just peeking through the door. Lucas looked back into the room, and saw that he was approaching Cadence's sleeping form. He panted and groaned, staring at her, although some part of him started to relax. At the least, Cadence was absolutely stunning, certainly a more attractive option than being stuck with Buck until the shrinking spell wore off. In fact, he started to feel better, the farther he moved from his rapist, and towards the sleeping form his beloved princess.
The bubble "popped" suddenly, and Lucas let out a scream. He twisted and spun through the air, falling head over tail, and flapping all four of his legs as if that might spare him a fatal fall. His horn sparked, but once more his concentration betrayed him. He couldn't even think of what spell might spare him.
He landed on something soft and warm and smelling faintly of perfume. Although the wind was knocked out of him, after a moment or two, he realized he wasn't dead, and gave a deep sigh of relief. He groaned, pushing himself onto four hooves, and shifting his weight beneath the plush surface he now stood on. At his sides were golden walls, which he could probably climb over if he really had to, but he was utterly exhausted. And in here, it was warm and soft, and it smelled delightful... But where was he?
"Princess Cadence," came Buck's voice, and in the distance, Lucas could hear the door to the room pushed open.
There was silence, perhaps as Princess Cadence stirred and rose. By straining his ears, Lucas could hear a distant yawned. "Yes... Sergeant Law... I-I'm so sorry... am I late for an appointment?"
"No, no princess. There is just a colt that I would like you to meet. His name is Lucas, and he is the most recent initiate to the Royal Guards."
Lucas hoisted himself up, hanging with his upper body on the rim of the golden walls that surrounded him. He looked about, looked up, and saw Cadence scoot to the edge of her bed. Cadence stifled another yawn, and then scooted off the bed. As the pink wall of her hoof came down, Lucas dropped off the wall he clung to. The hoof easily filled the slipper he was hiding in, the weight coming down upon him, smothering him completely. All at once, he was buried beneath the soft, warm surface of Cadence's hoof, with the soft cushion of the slipper at his back. He was utterly overpowered by the wall of pink, he couldn't even twitch a hoof to perhaps give Cadence some sign that he was in here.
For her part, Cadence hardly noticed there was a little pebble in her shoe. Her mind was drifting to other things. She took a moment to stretch and relax, yawn once more, and then look to Buck, smiling. "S-sergeant... has there been any word from the..."
"One of the Pegasus runners arrived with a message this morning. There has been no contact, and he should be back within the end of the week. There is only one more settlement that they will tend to."
Cadence nodded, and wiggled her hoof side to side, finding that her shoe was slightly uncomfortable. Just a pebble, she told herself, and after shifting her hoof side to side, grinding it, she found that the discomfort eased.
Lucas knew that he wouldn't die; even though Cadence's full weight was upon him. His own magic had been used against him, and so he knew the "rules" of the spell used. He wouldn't die. It was an odd side effect of his magic, and one he did not understand, but those who were shrunk were near invulnerable to harm, especially blunt force. In fact, it was easier to be under Cadence now, than it was to be trampled by Buck when he was at his normal size.
Truth be told, that Cadence's hooves were much nicer than Buck's didn't hurt matters either. While Buck's were hard and covered in calluses, Cadence's were soft and smooshy, like a soft, soft pillow. It was their softness that kept Cadence from realizing she had a pony trapped beneath her: he simply sank into the large, soft wall. The hooves smelled quite pleasant as well. Even though Cadence had been asleep, it smelled as if she had just bathed. Perhaps a scent of lilacs and flowers was natural to her, but although it was slightly difficult to breath with the weight upon him, at least the air was sweet and clean.
Lucas groaned as the weight settled heavier upon him, and then rolled off. In that moment, he took a deep breath, aware that again the hoof would come down, in the rotation of Cadence's steps. Her steps were slow and easy and she never applied too much weight to her hooves anyway, and... some odd part of Lucas actually found this rather pleasant. Cadence's hoof was so delightfully warm. He hugged up to the hoof, squeezed into it, and actually turned his head to give the hoof a little kiss. That caused the hoof to come stomping down, knocking the wind out of his lungs. Perhaps he had tickled her, and she was attempting to alleviate the itch. He did not dare kiss her after that. He just lay there, hugging her hoof, as the pressure came and was released in a rhythm he could get used to.
"Where is the recruit?" Cadence asked. "Lucas, you said his name was?"
"Hmm... I don't see him," Buck said. "Where could he be? Would you like to come with me? He should be somewhere around. In fact, I have a feeling he is quite close."
Cadence smiled to Buck, and nodded gently. "Yeah... I would like to go for a walk, keep my mind off... I would enjoy it. Will you accompany me?"
Happily, Cadence walked along, oblivious that the pony she was searching for was indeed closer than she could have guessed.