Shadowbolt story backup 2025-03-25

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Neon Night groaned with annoyance as she stopped her teeth from chittering, again. She'd decided that she pitied the rest of the Nights Guard and their uniforms. The purple steel might have offered good protection in a fight, and some extra punch if applied just right. But the black nylon undersuit did practically nothing to keep her warm during this night. The budget for enchantments had gone entirely on making the thing wearable by a single pony, and much more importantly to make her slippery to most forms of telekinetic grips. A mandatory feature when dealing with unicorns. But that had left no budget to make the thing actually warm up her coat.

At least she'd brought some entertainment to keep her mind off what the cold and wet was doing to her coat. In the form of a new design of face shield that was teeechnically a prototype. But nopony had been willing to actually try it out, so she'd snatched it from the armory before heading out. She hadn't been too concerned about the added protection for her lower face. But very much so welcomed the way the thing was meant to cling to her face. With an inner coating of patented bat pony latex, and a vaguely phallic gag to suckle on... to prevent accidently biting her own tongue during a fight, no doubt. But she couldn't help but thinking the designer for this thing had had other things in mind. She'd even been able to stuff some candy inside of a hollow in the mask. Which she had been suckling on the first two nights she'd been on watch.

Alas chewing on the empty gag was no cure for her boredom while she was stuck sitting in an old watchtower. And once more she let her yellow slitted eyes wander, overlooking the Trotwich alleyways of the oldtown quarter she'd been keeping watch over. Checking each dark nook and niche for suspicious activity. Before sighing and mumbling complaints into the gag when nothing...

Her ears perked up when through the sound of rain she heard the near silent ring of something heavy grinding across stone. Immediately her eyes followed, to finally make out two unicorn stallions shuffling down one of the alleyways. Between them, poorly levitating and occasionally scraping against a wall or the floor, a crate. The exact crate she'd been tasked to look out for! Stamped with the royal seal, which had only been poorly scrubbed off. She'd have smiled if able. But instead hummed happily. Almost forgetting the cold and the damp of the light rain as she eagerly watched the duo make their way towards their likely goal.

Before they could escape her view she cursed her uniform one last time and wistfully thought of what she'd left at home. Then it was time to move. Gliding silently on leather wings, and landing on the rooftops overtop the unicorns. Careful not to make a noise, and relying on rubber covered horseshoes to silence her steps as she begun to truly trail the two.

It didn't take long. Despite the unicorns struggling to keep their load steady, Neon Night already knew their destination just a minute after she had started following. The ancient castle mansion of lord Brightmore at the edge of the old city quarter was hard to spot, and the family had long since been one of interest to the Nights Watch. They were renowned for clinging to the olden ways, and for their attempts at greasing themselves into the upper circles within Canterlot. To mixed success. Not that Neon followed court intrigue with anymore more than a tired roll of her eyes when somepony dared to bring them up to her.

Some ten minutes later she had trailed the duo to the destination, and watched them enter the back of the mansion. Or perhaps, castle was the more appropriate descriptor. With its emphasis on tall brick walls, ramparts, and arched windows. And the fortified primary tower that no doubt housed the lords chambers.

It had lost some of its imposing splendor when the surrounding city had encroached on it over the centuries. Rival estates pressed against its outer walls, and the unicorn duo had made their way through of the alleys that remained between, to slip through what she had to assume was an entrance near the kitchen. It hardly mattered now. She had to waste time, to give them the time needed to deposit the thing wherever it was destined for. And to scout out a viable entrance that'd put her close to it. She suspected they wouldn't bother lugging the thing far up the castles stairs.

Finally, there was some excitement in the night.

With the decline of the lesser nobles in the Canterlot region many of them struggled to maintain the ancient wards placed on their estates. Many, didn't even know that they existed. And much fewer had the means to adapt the spells meant to protect them from gryphon, changeling, and even pegasi attacks, to the methodology of a more modern foe. And Brightmore was no different, with the signs of a thousand years of neglect visible not only to a trained infiltrators eyes. But also to anyone with eyes in general and who could spot the crumbling stone work making up the small castles outer walls.

It almost made it too easy for Neon to find her in. She'd waited a few minutes past the unicorns arrival and had given them ample time to bring their conspicuous cargo inside. Then spent a few more minutes circles the place with minimal motions of her wings. Gliding on the draft of a near non-existing wind with her leather wings. Then finally, deciding on a window to make her target for the job. From her assessment of the place, she'd enter a story above the kitchens, and in a disused part of the place. Which was already the perfect space for two unicorns to stash their ill gotten goods. Or for her to begin sneaking through the premises from to find the very same.

Her leather wings made for a silent glide towards her target entry point. Then the rubber horseshoes part of her uniform solved the issue with her landing on the window sill. Finally, a practiced application of a claw had the window sliding open. The approach and entry were done in less than a minute, and finally let the rubber chewing mare peek inside the premises. In fact, she had to commend the mouth guard for silencing her natural instinct to try and try echolocation in a new space.

Instead of risking her cover then, she relied on her eyes. Scanning the musty room she'd found herself in. Disused and rotten furniture was covered in great tarps, a portrait of a bright coated unicorn was hanging on a wall. Whatever the room might have been it was clear nopony had used it in years. It was perfect for her to start her investigation from.

The door into the inner hallway was unlocked. And peeking her head out she found the space to be in a much better state. A lavish carpet frame by wood paneling made for an easy path to follow and the high and vaulted ceiling gave her plenty of space to- jump and hide away within the twilight overhead. All four legs spread to support herself against the stonework while one of the two unicorns from earlier passed by beneath.

It was as sudden an appearance as it was fortunate. As it gave her a good idea of which direction to check out. And all she had to do to avoid getting caught off guard was to listen to the sound of hooves on the thick carpet lining the way.

The castle may once have been brimming with activity to make the space feel larger than it was, but tonight the only thing that she encountered was the repeated passing of the same stallion intent on patrolling the hallway. The thing must have circled around a central courtyard to create a perfect two minute interval for the guard to pass her by.

Thankfully she barely took five minutes to find what she was looking for. After poking her head through door after door, she finally came upon her prize. Another study, this one with the telltale signs of frequent usage. And within the center of it stood the crate. Now covered by a tarp, as if that somehow made it any less conspicuous. Bookshelves lined the room, and a large desk was illuminated by a stained glass window depicting the downfall of a dark goddess. She had to scoff at the ancient propaganda piece as she slunk into the room.

Neon Night couldn't help but grin as she opened up the crate. She'd locked the door, double checked that the patrols outside would pass her by. Then uncovered the heavy looking box. Unveiling the symbol of the Royal Guard... and after a firm application of a claw against the comically large lock, opened up the lid.

She wasn't greeted by the golden shine of Royal armor though. Nor the muted purple black of the Nights Watch garb that she wore herself. Instead, she discovered a stack of half a dozen pressurized tanks that at first looked like they were meant for diving gear. And a smaller box, emblazoned with the symbol of the Shadowbolts. The inverted lighting bolt on purple of her own division, making a mockery of their Pegasis society rivals specifically.

It explained the smuggling, as well as her involvement in reconnaissance. And she figured someone high ranking within both organizations had helped set this up. First, the noble lord would get their delivery of highly valuable latex from one of the bat pony enclaves. Second, an agent of the Shadowbolts would be right there, to blackmail the noble into joining them. Lord Brightmore was going to be in for quite the surprise awakening tonight.

Before that though it was time for her to change her dress. And she the Royal armor for something more comfortable.

Opening the box confirmed what she'd surmised. On top of its contents sat a letter with encoded instructions that she tossed to the side to study later. While beneath she found the brand new latex suit for her to wear. Black, dark purple, a few yellow accents. The design was different from what their athletic branch was using to do recruitment and PR. Stealthier... much more to her liking.

It only took a minute for her to shed the claws attached to her front hooves, the bits and pieces of shoulder and rump armor attached to her with straps, to finally peel out of the inadequate black undersuit the Nights Watch was so proud of. She scoffed a final time at the thing. It really was time for both royal institutions to get with the times. But perhaps that was the point. Keeping them under equipped while leaving the real work and gear to the professionals... Neon was sure she'd get more insights into the court politics once she did her mission on this night. For now, her undressing was finished by spitting out the silly mask she'd been chewing on. And to enjoy a moment of having her bare coat exposed to the air.

The design of the new suit included a sealing zipper down the barrel, making it possible to get in on her own. Plus, she figured, it was likely to be enchanted just slightly to make sure to fit was going to be perfect once she closed it up.

Not about to waste more time she pushed her hind legs inside first. While suppressing a reaction from how smooth it felt. Her hooves found rubber horseshoes to provide her with support and dampen the noise of her steps. And the claws of her wings proved flexible enough so she could pull her tail through an opening. Then bit by bit the delectable sensation worked itself up her torso. With her wings finding two narrow slits to push through on its back. And she could work her forelimbs in as well.

After weeks of stuffy uniforms, patrolling, and the cheap knockoff for her mission, this suit felt like a return to the ancestral enclave she was from. An embrace by mother Luna, the bondage of the Nightmare... She had to shake the thoughts out of her head. Focus. She had to focus. Even as the suits zipper melded away into a seamless look. With the tab being the only blemish on the suits surface when it remained attached to the seam by her neck.

It was hidden by the hood she put on next. A single piece of latex that clung to her face, left only her nose, nostrils, and mouth exposed. And for an instant blocked her hearing before the enchants in the integrated earplugs activated. Her mane was passed through a thin slit across the back. Which together with her tail acted as the only true identifying mark still left on her.

She put the mask on next. Allowing it to create a seamless seal against her face, covering her muzzle in sweet latex and allowing her access to filtered air. Then her eyes were hidden next, covered by the yellow visor. Which soon worked to enhance her natural vision, allowing her to see the dark office in perfect, tinted, detail.

A collar served to seal the two parts of her suit together and ensure that there were no gaps that a Unicorn could try to grip or tear her with. And as it clicked shut she knew, it wouldn't open until somepony higher up deemed her mission a success. The thought of dragging success out to keep her sealed for longer, almost crossed her mind.

"Now for the final touch." Her voice came out muffled though the mask. The penultimate object in the box had been a bandoleer of her usual gear. Most of the items were popular in unsavory professions. Including magically crystallized water to douse torches, two tear away spells for picking simple locks, rubber straps to act as hoofcuffs... she did note the addition of an expensive seeming horn ring. And her favorite item. A little spray can full of sticky black latex. Which both branches of the Royal guard still regarded as an experimental replacement to pepper spray. But had already long since found its uses within the Enclaves that invented it. Plus... a sealed small satchel that when opened had her nearly burst out laughing.

She left her Nights Watch gear inside the crate before closing the thing up again. Leaving the lock broken and the tarp discarded while she moved to pick the letter up again. Scanning it through her visor, and humming happily as the enchantment in the thing worked to shift and meld the sigils on the parchment to let her read it. A distant clock tower struck a lonely note somewhere outside the castle while a smirk formed on her face beneath the mask.

It'd be one heck of a night...

Young Lord Brightmore thought he was doing well. He'd taken over the family estate, made motions to cement his seat of power within Trotwich. And finally, had secured his guards some new equipment through a 'partnership' with a Royal Guard he'd met at the last Canterlot ball. He had hoped to petition the Princess herself that night. But found her indisposed dealing with her Lunar sibling... But it hadn't been hard to find a Captain of the Solar Guard to convince them that a deal was in his interest.

It truly felt like an accomplishment to know the equipment was safe and sound delivered to his office in this quiet night. And made it all the easier to sleep soundly in the old master bedroom that had once been his fathers. His, less ambitious fathers... too concerned with tradition to notice the shift in power in the city... He dreamt of wealth, of splendor, of a certain purple maned lesser noble unicorn he'd met in Canterlot. No material to be his partner. But a pleasant sort to be around. Fashionable, elegant...

A sudden weight upon his body woke him up. The comfortable blankets he was nestled in were heavy, pushed in by another shape. And for a moment his eyes blinked against the darkness of the room, wondering if the glint of purple in front of his view was in fact that mares mane.

The moment that he realized that she had certainly not worn a yellow visor with her ball gown it already was too late to gasp. A rubber coated hoof pressed onto his muzzle to cut off his scream. And as he tried to use his magic to throw the pony off himself, a dull throbbing went through his horn instead. His magic felt weak, surprised, and he could see the brilliant cyan magic aura he was oh so proud for, slipping of the hoof.

"Mhhh!" Immediately his sleepiness was replaced with panic. And he tried to fight the normal way, writhing under his covers, pushing against grey and purple pony. But they just calmly said themselves atop his body to use their weight and the ancient thick blankets he had liked so much against himself. Pinning him just long enough to produce a small spray can in the grip of one clawed wing.

His eyes closed just in time to avoid getting liquid latex inside them when he was hit directly in the face. The hoof in front of his mouth withdrawing to allow the spraying to continue there. Forming a sticky and quickly coalescing mask over his face. He couldn't even breathe, and for a moment it seemed like his life was flashing before him as his body heaved. Pulled and pushed against the rubber keeping his lips closed and nostrils clogged.

Then suddenly the air was back, when the bat had used their wing to poke a hole into the rubber. Allowing a single straw sized opening to form before his lips. Enough to force his panicked heaving into shallow breaths.

"Much better." The voice next to his ear sounded muffled by a mask. And a strange hiss had followed it. But it was undoubtable a scratchy sounding mares... "Excuse the early hour..." It'd been pitch black outside as far as he could remember before his eyes had been sealed. "But we thought it best to make sure you know your position. No tricks. No spells."

It wasn't like he had a choice. A bit of concentration was enough to confirm the ring sitting around the base of his horn. Which she must have slipped onto him just as he had woken up. And all his efforts to defeat it only yielded harmless sparks and the drone of an impending headache he was quick to avoid. If it'd been one of the cheap rings some eccentrics used for 'play'... he was confident he could have beat it.

"Mhh!" Instead all he could do was plead. He had no clue what she could want. Who she was working for. Did she want him dead? But why not stab him then and there?!

Luckily she either read his mind, or had planned to tell him anyways. "I'm sure you're wondering who we are." He nodded in return. Trying to calm as the initial panic begun leaving him. "But I'm sure a high and mighty noble like you has never heard of the Shadowbolts before..." She paused just in time to see his ears perking up. Oh he had heard about them. A dead sect from the annals of history this castle had been so proud to preserve. A useless artefact of the great war and-

"Hah." A hoof of hers came to coup his cheek, causing him to turn away only for her to follow. "Maybe you have... Maybe you even thought yourself clever thinking you could like us, work in the shadows, consolidate your power..." In his blind state he could only follow her presence through the weight on him and the closeness of her voice. His ear flicked as she held her masked face mere hairs widths away from it. "But we were there first."

"And redirecting resources away from the Solar Guard... now that's exactly what we're good at." Truthfully it was a hassle. And reading the letter had let Neon Night finally piece together the details of this mission. How had the Solar Guard lost a shipment of equipment? Well they hadn't. Why had the Nights Guard dispatched a single member of theirs on a tracking mission? Because the Solar Guard had never been involved. It'd been a ploy to send one of 'their own' to Trotwich, establish an outpost. And use the local lord as a means of doing it. She'd have to congratulate her captain in the Watch, and by extension she suspected, an agent of the Shadowbolts, for tricking Brightmore into the double layered ploy. He'd barely even know who to trust by the time she was done with him.

"Lucky you, they don't know who took their things. And will likely blame it on us. Lucky you, have the network needed to move the contents of that crate exactly where we want it." Make him believe the Solar Guard are looking for the gear in the wrong place. Convince him that they could easily be tipped off. The sigil on the outer crate would make it easy to do such.

And while she had been speaking, Neon had been checking out her prey. The now faceless unicorn was slim and physically unimpressive as should be expected. But his frosty mane coupled with a off-white coat almost made him attractive. She could imagine the looks he'd be getting while wearing some stupid suit and silvered watch, strutting through a crowd of swooning ladies... ugh.

Meanwhile he could feel how her padded had trailed down from his cheek towards his neck and collar. Underneath the covers as she shifted atop him. Her weight partially left him as she pulled the blanket back. Made direct contact with her rubber hoof over his chest coat. He gulped behind the mask while intensifying his breathing through the opening. It was too small, he could feel the panic rise again. His body was getting warm. "Mhhh!"

"So here's the deal..." He was almost certain she was crawling under the sheet with him. "You... do what we ask." It was strangle. The smooth texture of the latex felt alien against his coat. Sending shivers through his form. "And we keep you out of trouble..." Her hind leg grazed his sheath, reminding him how crazy all this was.

Neon immediately had both front legs pressed onto his to keep him pinned. Staring face to face at him. She'd long since learnt that stallions preferred to make important decisions with their dicks... to use her physicality to overwhelm them in the moment. Force them to obey... he wasn't strong enough to play against her whims.

"Maybe even help you... take over Trotwich? Get a hoof in at Canterlot? With the right ponies?"

The lack of air and sensual advance was too much for him. He was confused, half panicked, shocked at what he was hearing. And on top of it she was now teasing him?! His body reacted. A hint of pink showed at his sheath. A crimson blush formed on his latex covered cheeks.

Then liquid cold enveloped him down there. Accompanied by the mares quiet snickering as she used the spray can in her wing to coat his sheath in black. It coalesced and hardened right away. Forming a squishy dome he could no longer escape from. Which he pulsed and throbbed against the moment that her sleek body laid itself down on him again. Now, barrel to barrel, applying pressure to his trapped length. Causing him to wince.

His next jerks and huffs were no longer part of trying to defend himself. But primal pleas for her to free his cock. To ease up on the pressure, the hard grip, the painful ache as she kept rubbing her body over him. His breathing turned to hissing through the masks tiny opening...

She could see that he was going to pass out a good minute before her actually did. But that was just fine. She didn't need a confirmation from him right away. No, in fact. She didn't expect him to remember half of what she'd said come the nights end. She just needed to have planted the seeds and to record his magical signature with the horn ring. The rest would unfold over the next days...

Once she was sure he'd drifted back to sleep she was already climbing off form him again. He was a light enough sleeper that it was time too put the straps in place and secure his limbs. Then she made sure to carefully tear the mask open just far enough that he could properly breathe without risk of suffocating.

She left him like that as she explore the bedroom, looking for documents and letters, anything to use against him down the line. And either carefully commit the details into memory or wholesale snatch the thing.

It took nearly ten minutes before she was sure his breathing had stabilized enough for her to return to the bed and shimmy her way up to his covered dick. It'd been a spur of the moment thing to keep him confused and contained. And now needed to be undone yet again by careful application from her claws. But the end result was worth it.

With his sheath free she retrieved the last item she had found attached to her bandoleer and pulled it from the small pouch it'd been in. It almost had her chuckle yet again.

The silvered chastity cage was cleverly designed. No seams, no locks. It barely was a proper cage. But as she slipped the assembly around his root, orbs, and inside his sheath, she could tell just how tight it'd end up being. The thing was designed to place a net of wires directly over his flaccid length inside if its sheath. And to leave only two thin strips of metal visible on the outside. A pony would have to be oogling his nuts to find them even if he carelessly kept his tail up high.

Once it was in place she took the ring off from his horn. Then touched it to the cage. She could barely feel the slight vibration of the metal as the two items clinked together. And the slack within the silver she had used to get it looped over his bits subtly shrunk away. Making it impossible to take it off again. And registering his magic signature for a uncomfortable surprise should he try to use his magic to undo the sealing spell. If her memory served her well, it'd either become scalding hot or freezing to punish the attempt.