The Peers (Part 1)

The Peers (Part 1)

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Two Weeks Later (Week 11)-

Entertaining guests. Not too unusual for a Princess of the Crystal Empire. For at least an hour every day, ponies of all kinds were invited to sit, chat, and schmooze with one of the Crystal Princesses. How better to strengthen the bond between subjects and royalty? Cadance had originally been in charge of handling the age-old tradition, but as there were now two Princesses, the job had been split down the middle. So now, instead of a Princess with years of experience in the art of social grace, visiting ponies had a chance to sit with Gleaming Shield, Her Crystal Highness. At your service.

“Great. Just great,” Gleaming grumbled as she walked down the halls. She’d grown to love her new duty over the last few months, but today of all days, her old Canterlot friends had dropped by to visit. Any other time, and she’d have been delighted to see them…

...but right now, she had sex on the brain.

It didn’t help that Cadance’s schedule had forced him to skip their morning quickie. Nor that her thighs were rubbing together as she walked, teasing her pussy with the ever-so-slightest of brushes. A consequence of her expanding hips, now that her pregnancy was progressing in earnest.

“Fantastic,” she muttered. “Just fucking fantastic. Of course I get slammed with hormones now. Ergh! Of all the worst possible times…”

Gleaming stormed down the castle hallways, trying her best to avoid the tingling in her crotch, and the cloudy haze in her mind. She could smell every stallion she walked past, and by all things holy she just wanted jump one of them. Heck, maybe all of them could take turns. Form a line to fuck the Princess, free of charge.

A particularly nasty flare in her loins made her wince. Her nostrils were flaring, and her tail was flicking from side to side. Anything even vaguely phallic-shaped was so very tempting to her, and she didn’t know how much longer she could keep it together.She didn’t know why she was so blasted horny right now, but it only seemed to get worse as she made her way down to the guest rooms.

Ugh. At least she wasn’t showing yet. She’d definitely been filling out though, gaining about a little over a pound a week, and it was starting to make her look… curvy. The firm muscle had given way to a more feminine shape, and because of it, she’d noticed that she’d been turning more than a few heads as of late.

Gleaming stopped when she got to the door. Here was the dreaded moment—what the guys would say when they saw her. They knew of course what’d happened to good ol’ Shining Armor, but turning into a mare was only half the story, wasn’t it? None of them could possibly know about all the hormonal rushes of pregnancy, or the contagious sex drive of the constantly-horny Alicorn of Love. She’d just gotten accustomed to ponies not staring at her, and now she was gonna have to do it all over again.

Gleaming sighed, standing warily at the doors to the guest room. “Here goes.”

She cracked the door slightly, just enough to air the room out…

...and was nearly bowled over by a gust of raw testosterone. Thick, hot, and musky, it was the natural result of cramming a bunch of stallions into an enclosed space for a while. She’d have hardly noticed had she still been a guy herself, but now…

Gleaming wet her lips. “Shit.”

Welp, too late to back out now. May as well roll with the punches.

She opened the door the rest of the way and put on a forced grin. “Guys! Great to see you!”

Three stallions looked up. Her friends, Cloud Runner, Celsius, and Bastion, were all seated around a long table wearing forced grins of their own. Their eyes widened a bit upon taking in her features, but they tried their hardest not to stare.

Celsius was the first to speak.

“Hot DAYUM!” He let out a wolf whistle. “You stark-crazy bastard! You actually went and did it!

Cloud Runner took in Gleaming’s appearance with a critical eye. “Solid eight-point-five out of ten... actually, scratch that. I’ll give you a nine.”

Bastion didn’t say anything, but his waggling eyebrows certainly spoke volumes. He nodded to the chair next to him, pulling it out with a beckoning gesture.

Gleaming bit her lip. There was a slight slur to their words she didn’t like. She glanced to the bar off in the corner, and spotted a couple bottles of spirits. And judging by the half-full glasses on the table…

“Jerks,” Gleaming said, smirking. “You know full well I can’t drink right now! Way to rub it in.”

Celsius held up a hoof. “Now, now, don’t get your panties in a twist. We know you can’t drink, but we got ya something special instead to make up for it.”

He motioned to Cloud Runner, who pulled out a sturdy-looking scarlet bottle with an old-timey logo.

“We thought you might like this,” Cloud Runner said, smiling.

Gleaming let out a small gasp. She took the bottle in her magic and floated it over.

“This is…”

“Sweet Apple Acres Special Reserve,” Celsius said, nodding. “Soft version, of course. Called in a few favors to get it.”

“It tastes like liquid heaven,” Cloud Runner said dreamily.

“You say that about everything that isn’t piss water,” Bastion droned.

“It’s true, though!” Cloud Runner pointed at the bottle. “That stuff is smooth as hell!”

Gleaming eagerly opened the bottle and took a sniff. The dry, crisp smell of apples transported her back to her college days, when she’d go bar hopping with these three on the weekends. The bottle was heated with a simple spell, and the liquid inside was deliciously hot.

“Mmmmmm,” Gleaming purred. “Oh, hell yes.” She summoned herself a glass and sat herself down in the open seat. She took a long drink from the cider, enjoying the feeling of warmth cascading down her throat. “Thanks, guys.”

Her friends smiled back. There was still some tension in the air, but at least it wasn’t as palpable as the smell of stallion. Her brain was a whole mess of confusion, and she didn’t really know what to think about anything. It hadn’t been that long since she’d seen these three last, but it was the first time she’d seen them since becoming a mare…

...and if she didn’t know better, she’d say the redness in their faces wasn’t just from the alcohol.

“How’ve you all been?” Gleaming asked, trying not to let any shakiness creep into her voice. “Guard duty as dull as ever?”

“Yup.” Cloud Runner said. “Just stand around and look pretty, just like always.”

“Drills, duty, and deskwork,” Bastion said. “The good ol’ three D’s.”

Gleaming noted that she was far more interested another kind of D at the moment, but kept that to herself.

“Suppose it could be worse,” Celsius said, shrugging. He took a pull of his drink and grimaced. Could be fighting for our lives in some foxhole against some Celestia-forsaken abomination. How about you, though? Enjoying your adventures in the frozen north?”

Gleaming’s gaze was on the table. She was trying hard to keep her breathing steady, and she had her front hooves folded so they wouldn’t stray down to her nethers. The air, if anything, was getting thicker and hotter, and her resolve was starting to waver. It took her a few seconds to register she’d been asked a question, and when she did, she looked up quickly with unfocused eyes.

“Huh?! Oh, yeah. Adventures! Not really much to report, heh… just legislature stuff and training up new recruits! Nothing too exciting.”

They all nodded politely, but then fell silent. Another awkward silence fell, and Gleaming felt herself looking between them with a furrowed brow. If this were only a few months ago, they’d be laughing it up and having the time of their lives, but now they were silent as the grave.

And silence really wasn’t good for her right now, because if she didn’t keep her mind occupied…

Gleaming took another look at her three friends. Cloud Runner, lean and muscled, with strong, wide wings and a clipped-short mane. Celsius, positively svelte, with a neat, well-groomed appearance and an expertly-filed horn. And Bastion, so… big. Everything about him, his body, his limbs, his eyes, all of it seemed larger than life. She’d seen him a few times in the showers, too, his bulging sheath barely able to—

“Mind if I open a window?!” Gleaming said. She fanned herself with a nervous grin.

She was up before they could even reply, all but sprinting over to the wall and lifting up the glass. The fresh air caressed her face, letting the coolness jolt her mind from its deviant track. She shook her head clear and took the opportunity to stretch herself out as well, anything to distract her from where her thoughts had just been.

“Ahhhh…” She crouched and stretched out her back with a loud pop, inadvertently lifting her tail and giving them a full view of her marehood.

Thump!

Gleaming whirled at the noise. Bastion, who’d been unabashedly staring, blushed fiercely and quickly looked away. He took another hearty pull from his drink, suddenly greatly interested in a spot on the wall. His legs were crossed awkwardly, and his whole body was now turned away from her.

Oh, no fucking way. He didn’t actually...

Gleaming looked at her other two friends. Both of them were blushing as well, their faces were twisted like they were battling their inner demons. They adjusted themselves in their chairs slightly—a subtle move, yet she knew it all too well.

Stars above, this was actually happening.

Her hormone-addled mind sized up the three horny stallions. A fierce debate abruptly broke out in her mind, but her logic was severely handicapped. She’d never even consider the possibility in almost any other situation, but damn it, this was just too good to pass up. She’d have to clear it with Cadance first, but if she and everypony else was willing, well...

The corners of her lips turned just barely upward. At the very least, she could mess with their heads.

“Well,” she said in a soft sultry voice. She closed the window shut, walking back to her friends with a sashay in her step. “It’s certainly been awhile since you guys last visited, hasn’t it?”

A trio of halfhearted grunts, none of them wanting to look directly at her.

“I’ve gotta admit, it’s been lonely without any of you.” Gleaming walked behind Celsius, brushing her luscious flank lightly against his back. She could barely suppress her laughter as he went stiff as a board. “Quite the shame. I haven’t had anypony besides Cady to do things with.”

She kept walking around with purposeful steps, making her way over to Cloud Runner. As she passed, she flicked her tail under his snout to give him a good long sniff. “And here you all are thinking of me like this? You really are the best friends a girl could ask for.”

Cloud Runner closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his head following after her as she walked past. He stared directly at her glistening snatch, his wings snapping full attention immediately. She put a little more strut in her step for him and kept going towards Bastion, who was now eyeing her with a confused gaze.

Gleaming approached with confidence and moved past his personal space, stopping only when their faces were inches apart. “Tell you what. What say we do something special to mark the occasion, hmm? How about the four of us all settle in and have some… fun?”

She could almost see the sparks flying out of his ears. Sun and moon, it couldn’t really be this easy. She’d known the power a mare could hold over a riled-up guy ever since she’d met Cadance, but this? She’d barely done anything, and these three were already putty in her hooves.

The thought made her even wetter.

“Guys?” She waved at them, like she’d asked the most normal thing in the world. “Don’t you want to play a board game?”

All three of them snapped out of their stupor.

“R-right!” Cloud Runner nodded. “Sure thing, Babe—Shining!” Oooh, she had him good. “I’ve been, been practicing my skills at Monopony! Beat the others every weekend, since you left. I’m practically the new champ!”

“Ha! As if!” Celsius snorted, pounding a hoof on the table. “You cheat every damn time! Bastion knows I’m better than you are! Tell ‘em, Bas!”

Bastion seemed too preoccupied with keeping his dick bursting through the table to reply at the moment.

“Monopony it is,” Gleaming said. She sat herself back down at the table, wiggling into the cushion to get comfortable. And if the added friction helped satisfy the need between her legs for even a moment, that was even better. Lighting her horn, she unboxed the game and set up the board. “Hope you boys are ready to lose.”

Celsius narrowed his eyes. “Nope. You’re going down. Bring it on, mare-boy.”

Cloud Runner leaned forward, his wings flared and twitching. “It’s on.”

Bastion’s affirmation was a grunt.

Gleaming held up the dice in her magic. “I should warn you, though—if you lose, you’ll have to agree to a little… proposition, that I have in mind. I doubt you’ll refuse, but such stipulations should be mentioned in advance. Don’t you agree?”

All three stallions licked their lips, nodding eagerly.

Gleaming smiled innocently. “Game on, then.”

She’d play banker, of course. She always did when they played. She didn’t see any reason why they should change that now, and neither did they. The money was apportioned, and the pieces were chosen, the turn order was decided.

Game start.

It was the usual sort of game. The dice were rolled, pieces moved, and property bought. Gleaming played, but her mind was hardly on Monopony. While the others took their turns, she took the time to sit and fantasize about how she wanted to be stuffed full with a nice, long cock. She could almost imagine a pair heavy balls slapping against her, churning and swelling with thick, warm seed. A hoof drifted downward to stroke her dripping slit, the barest substitute for what she wanted, but it would have to do for now. She idly wondered how the three of them would compare to Eros, if at all. Probably not very well one at a time, but all three of them together…

The beginning of a moan escaped her lips, just before she caught it.

Cloud Runner glanced at her, a sly look in his eyes. They all could see what she was up to, where her hoof was at the moment. She didn’t care. All of them were doing more or less the same, and they were past trying to hide it.

On and on the game went, with quick, teasing strokes between turns. She was going to need to properly tend to herself eventually, but she could last longer than them. She could see their self-control fraying, their arousal rising faster than hers. The heavy air was filled with the scent of arousal, and everything was hot and humid.

“Oops!” Gleaming dropped the dice, crying in mock surprise as they rolled under the table.

There was a painful silence, none of the stallions moving an inch.

“Don’t worry! I’ll get them!” Gleaming ducked under, giving her rear a painfully obvious shake as it shot up in the air. She heard small groans of desire as her tail swished back and forth—music to her ears. Her pussy was warm and flushed now, streams of sticky fluid running down her thigh. She gazed hungrily at their throbbing hard-ons under the table, and it took a great deal of self-control not to just crawl forward and begin sucking.

“There we go!” She surfaced with the dice and hoofed them over to Celsius. “And here you are. Your roll.”

Celsius took the dice silently and stared anxiously at the gauntlet of Gleaming’s properties ahead of his piece. Yellow, green, and blue: the colors of certain doom. It’d take a miracle of a roll to get him through.

Celsius gulped. “Luck be a lady tonight…”

He threw the dice.

Nine.

“NO!” His piece fell square on Gleaming’s hotel at Canterlot Gardens. “That… that bankrupts me!”

Gleaming giggled. It didn’t matter how much she fantasized about stallion meat, she was still the master of board games. “Sure does. Pay up.”

Sheepishly, Celsius counted up his money, the notes taking on a slick sheen where he touched them. She smiled. She could hardly blame him if he’d gotten a little messy. Her own hoof was soaked.

“Sure you got these from a reputable bank?” Gleaming said with a grin, taking them up with her magic. “Looks like dirty money to me.” She gave them a hearty sniff… and then immediately regretted that. They positively reeked of Celsius’ need, and it made her horniness skyrocket. He wanted her badly, and she was only too happy to oblige. She was going to have him rut her until neither of them could walk straight, long, long into the night until the sun rose...

Yes... but not just yet.

Gleaming added the money to her own with a perfect poker face. “I’ll take it for now, big boy, but I’m afraid you still owe me more.”

Celsius blanched. “But, but… I’m already bankrupt!”

“Hmm. What a shame.” She shot him a positively smoldering look. “Guess you’ll just have to pay me back… another way.”

Celsius’ eyes went to the size of dinner plates. She could almost hear his pre hitting the underside of the table, and she idly wondered how much blood his brain was getting. If she had to guess, it probably wasn’t much.

In short order, the others fell. First Cloud Runner, then Bastion. Both of them were handicapped by a hoof on their dicks, but they weren’t really trying, anyways. Not that she blamed them. She took their money first, then made similar insinuations about how they’d make up the remaining debt.

By the end of the game, all three players owed her a lot more than Monopony money.

“Well, boys,” she said, clearing off the table and placing the game—sticky money and all—back in its box. “Looks like luck was a lady after all. It’s been fun playing with you, but I gotta get going. Still Captain of the Guard, you understand.”

Each of them nodded dumbly. Only natural. She practically had them hypnotized at this point.

“Yeah…” Bastion said. “We understand.”

“Good.” She trotted to the door (cider bottle in tow) and glanced back at them, her tail parted just so to give them one final view of her soaking-wet marehood. “Be sure to drop by my room this evening so we can get those debts repaid… in full.”

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving the three stallions alone with their boners.

Cadance was sitting at her desk going over the latest stack of petitions and other legislative procedures. This was the part of her job she enjoyed the least, and while she’d managed to make such a dent in the workload, she hated how tedious it was. She really wished she could just sign it all mindlessly without thought, but she needed to know what she was approving, and all that. It kinda sucked being a responsible, benevolent ruler sometimes.

She put her quill down a moment and yawned, taking a moment to look out at the setting sun. Her thoughts drifted to Gleaming, and what she might be up to. Her Canterlot friends had come up to visit, so she was probably doing something fun with them. A shame, really. Cadance knew them, too, and also would’ve liked to have spent some time with them. Well, maybe when she got all this done—

BANG!

The doors flew open in a magenta burst. Standing there alone with a glowing horn was Gleaming, mane frazzled, eyes unfocused, and pussy dripping. Her gaze swept over the room, searching for something, stopping when she finally locked eyes with Cadance.

Cadance leapt to her hooves. “Honey?! What’s wro—NNNNNNNNNNG!”

She was cut off by being enshrouded in magic and sailing forward like a hoofball. Her features became distorted as she flew, her limbs lengthening, her frame widening, mane shortening, and voice deepening.

Eros landed at Gleaming’s hooves, his eyes spinning.

Gleaming scraped a hoof on the floor, growling a single word.

“MINE.”

She pounced and teleported them to their bedroom in a flash, the doors slamming so hard that they rattled the hinges.