The Peers (Part 2)

The Peers (Part 2)

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That Night-

Bastion, Celsius, and Cloud Runner walked unsteadily up the wide, ornate stairs leading to the castle apartments. They were escorted by Rex, whose stoic, stony visage remained an ever-constant, regardless of whatever questions were asked. All three of them had tried, of course, but they were so drunk that they were having trouble forming complete sentences. They’d given up after they realized their questions were falling on uncaring ears, and simply followed in silence.

There hadn’t been much chat after Gleaming had left, anyways. They’d all quickly excused themselves for some “alone time” following the game, and reconvened at a bar later outside the castle for more drinking. Rex came and got them a few hours later, and they were all pretty wasted at this point.

The four of them got to top of the stairs and walked down a hallway lined with beautiful paintings of forests and lakes. Rex led them to a set of double doors emblazoned with a picture of the Crystal Heart, then opened them to reveal the interior.

Cadance and Gleaming’s apartment was more spartan than one might expect of royalty. All the usual furnishings and trappings were there, and there were doors leading off to a bathroom, a kitchen, a balcony, and the bedroom. There were a few things around that the guys recognized as Shining’s—a worn bookshelf laden with Ogres and Oubliettes books, a giant, fluffy rug with his House’s insignia, a cushy beanbag chair, and some scuffed up end tables. Cadance’s touch was apparent, as well—little knick-knacks of the Crystal Empire here and there, a music stand with choir sheet music on it, paintings of forest landscapes that hung on the walls, and even a few framed pictures of her village home before she became an alicorn. The dominating colors of the apartment were white, magenta, and blue, and overall, the place had a homey, inviting feel to it.

Rex led the trio inside and seated them on the couch.

“Wait here,” she said. And then promptly left.

The three stallions exchanged unsure looks. They were essentially flying blind here, and while they trusted Shining Armor, they weren’t quite sure what to make of Gleaming Shield. This might be a giant prank for all they knew. Unlikely, but the possibility made them uneasy.

The three of them looked around with unfocused eyes, their minds pleasantly buzzing and humming. Bastion reclined a bit on the couch and settled in, his eyes fluttering with drowsiness. Celsius pulled a small flask out from his saddlebag and took a pull, grimacing as the strong aftertaste hit him. He wandered over to the balcony door and looked outside, admiring the city below. Cloud Runner stretched his wings and decided to take to the air, his flight pattern somewhat erratic, but steady.

After a few minutes, their suspicions were starting to rise. This whole thing might be a prank designed to make them all look like idiots, after all. They didn’t normally get reduced to blithering dolts at the sight of a mare with a pretty face, but this wasn’t any old mare, was it? No, no, no. This was—

Click.

The bedroom door opened, revealing a yawning darkness beyond. A sultry melody floated out that made the stallions’ ears twitch, and their nostrils flared at the scent of the cider. A different kind of buzz crept now into their minds, one that called to them like a summons, and while it wasn’t unpleasant, they did recognize it as a spell Shining liked to cast.

Bastion, Celsius, and Cloud Runner all grinned. That spell was how they would find each other back in the old days, and it always pointed to each other like a compass. Now knowing where their friend was, the they got up and made their way to the door, one by one stepping into the dark bedroom.

The room was dimly lit by hovering specks of magical light. The specks gently floated about on an unfelt breeze, giving the darkness a dreamlike-feel. The air inside was crisp and warm, and as the stallions’ eyes adjusted, they were able to discern two figures lying side by side atop an enormous bed.

Said figures were Cadance and Gleaming, both wearing red silk lingerie, complete with tight-fitting socks that emphasized their flanks.

“Hello, boys,” they said.

Three jaws dropped, and three dicks unsheathed.

“Mmm, it’s been awhile.” Cadance stretched into an exaggerated pose, then got up and approached the stallions from the left. “I don’t think I’ve seen you three since the wedding! Gleamy’s not the only one who’s missed you, you know.”

“C-C…” Bastion’s mouth was dry. He gulped hard and tried to speak again. “Cady… w-wow…”

“Can say that again,” Cloud Runner muttered.

Cadance smiled a genuine smile. “Nice to see you, too.”

“I told Cady about our little game earlier.” Gleaming got up as well, her tail swishing lazily as she approached from the right. “I thought she should share in the victory spoils. You all don’t mind, do you?”

“Hehe.” Cadance leaned in close and nuzzled Bastion, taking in his subtle, earthy scent. “I know I don’t. So considerate of you, Love.”

Bastion’s heart was thudding in his chest. It was a dream come true for him, and his mind was struggling to process what was happening.

“B-both of you?”

“Both of us,” Gleaming agreed, beckoning to Celsius with a smoldering look. “We can’t very well leave Cady out, now can we? That just wouldn’t be fair. We can do whatever setup you like, but there is one stipulation: you can’t stop until Cady and I are satisfied.”

Celsius slowly approached Gleaming, his eyes fierce with desire. He was panting, his shaft fully out and ready to go, and his legs were tensed, ready to spring.

“And what if we want to keep going after that?” he asked, a slight tremor in his voice.

Gleaming didn’t reply. She simply smirked, her expression not betraying the inferno simmering just beneath.

“Confident,” Celsius growled. He took another step forward. “Sure about that?”

Gleaming licked her lips. “Very sure.”

Celsius’ horn suddenly flared to life. “We’ll see.”

He muttered a few soft syllables, and an aura of azure magic enshrouded him. It vanished not but two seconds later, but the look in his eyes suggested a rather pleasant change. Gleaming was left not knowing, but the others saw the magic funnel into his balls, abruptly swelling them up to the size of grapefruits.

Celsius let out a low snort. “Game on.”

He darted forward and practically tackled Gleaming. He pushed his mouth aggressively to hers with a grunt, so much so that he pushed them both back and pinned her against the wall. He forced his tongue into her mouth and moved it all around, exploring every inch of her with wild abandon. Gleaming squealed in both surprise and delight, then wrapped her legs around him and kissed him back with equal fervor. She could feel Celsius’ hot, long shaft pulsing between them, and his pre quickly seeped into her panties and soaked both their coats.

“Hey, no fair!” Cloud Runner shouted. “I wanted Shining first!”

The only reply from Celsius and Gleaming was their passionate moans. Celsius began licking and sucking on Gleaming’s neck, his hooves feverously running up and down her full, voluptuous form. He felt her slightly-rounded belly and nickered, his arousal climbing from ravishing such a fertile mare, and Gleaming hugged him tight and raised her head to give him better access. She started grinding herself up and down along his length, her marehood swiftly dampening, becoming visible through her garment.

“Hmph.” Cloud Runner folded his arms and pouted, looking over at Cadance and Bastion. “Guess I’m gonna have to wait my turn. Mind if I join you guys?”

Cadance pretended to think, then in a fluid motion, she took her panties off and tossed them right onto his face.

“Only if you promise to put that silver tongue of yours to good use.”

Cloud Runner inhaled deep, the scent of her treasure becoming firmly lodged in his brain. His eyes took on a hungry gaze as the panties peeled off his face, and his vision narrowed until all he could see was her glistening cunny. “Yes, ma’am.”

While Cloud Runner moved behind her, Cadance turned back to Bastion’s still-dumbstruck face and put a hoof on his cheek. “I think it’s finally time to come clean. I know that you used to have a crush on me back in in the Academy.”

Bastion’s eyes regained their focus at her words. “W-What? You—ah, damn it all... Shining told you, didn’t he.”

Cadance rolled her eyes. “I’m the Princess of Love, Bas. I could sense your emotions the first time we met. I didn’t say anything because I was afraid if you found out, you’d get embarrassed. Or worse, start avoiding me altogether. Not everyone likes hanging around an empath.”

Bastion’s gaze fell, a heavy blush in his cheeks. “I… honestly forgot you could do that… and, I’m guessing that means you could tell, then? That it was just puppy love, and nothing more?”

Cadance’s eyes were kind as she brushed his mane out of the way. “Yes, you big goof, but even then, we still could’ve had some fun. I wouldn’t have said no if you’d asked.”

Bastion blinked, slowly looking up at her. “…what?”

Cadance nuzzled him again. “What do you say make up for lost time, hmm? Make some of those fantasies of yours a reality. From now on, let’s say that we’re friends… with benefits.”

That did it. Bastion nuzzled her back, then tilted his head and let their lips touch. He intended it to be just a quick peck, but then she hummed and wrapped her hooves around him. He growled and pushed eagerly into her, a decade’s worth of tension all bursting forth at once. Their mouths locked together fiercely, their tongues dancing and sliding against each other with soft sounds of desire.

Meanwhile, Cloud Runner gazed eagerly at the object of his own desire: the flush, pink pussy only inches from his muzzle. He’d had his own fantasies about this for years, burying his face in Cadance’s warm, tight folds and driving her wild. Shining had ultimately won the race, but now, it seemed he’d get a small consolation prize.

Cloud Runner stepped forward, feeling the subtle heat emanating from Cadance’s core. He closed his eyes and smelled her sweet, tantalizing scent, eager for his attention. He was all too happy to oblige. He started with her very edges of her labia, nosing them softly and running his snout all around. Then he took a lick along her right side—nice, long, and slow. Her sweet, tangy taste filled his mouth in a flood, and it was all that was needed to set him off. He began licking faster and faster, moving closer and closer towards her cunny, until his muzzle was firmly buried in her folds.

Cadance’s knees shook. She was close to falling over from being serviced from both sides, and the pleasure was coming in rising waves. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she let out a loud, pleasured moan. The sound made Cloud Runner and Bastion all the more eager, and they devoted themselves to their tasks with more fervency, faster, and faster…

And that’s about when Cadance’s more lustful side awakened.

“MMMMmmmmm...” A wild look crept into her eyes. She pulled Bastion closer with surprising strength and dominated his mouth, her wings snapping out to envelop his giant form in a possessive embrace. He playfully fought her for a while, but he eventually submitted and let her take the lead. He let out a small squeak of surprise as she roughly pushed him over and straddled him, her tall legs allowing her to looking down on him with ease.

Cloud Runner was suddenly licking air as Cadance stepped forward, but the scene between her and Bastion was certainly one to behold.

“Whoa,” Cloud Runner said as he wiped his mouth. “Go, Bas.”

Cadance looked into Bastion’s eyes with a lascivious grin, her feathers teasing his body while the soft fabric of her socks caressed his chest. She slid herself teasingly along his twitching shaft for a while, but then paused a spoke in a calm voice.

“Cloud Runner?”

He cleared his throat. “Yeah?”

“Bastion is going to fuck me now.” She said it like it was the most normal thing in the world. “I’d like you to take my ass. Is that alright?”

Cloud Runner’s wings snapped out to full mast. “Oh, hell yes.”

“Good boy.” She swooped down on Bastion and stole another heated kiss. “Let’s move to the bed, shall we?”

Meanwhile, Celsius, already horny as hell from the board game, was through with waiting. He adjusted his hips a bit, then surprised Gleaming by ripping off her panties and plunging his glistening cock into her mound. Her eyes widened, but then went glassy and unfocused as he quickly began pistoning in and out.

“You… have no idea…” Celsius panted in between thrusts. “How long I’ve wanted… to do this...”

Gleaming’s response was something between a laugh and a moan. “Didn’t know—ah—that you—ohfuck—didn’t know you… were intoooooo—aaaaaa… Celsiuuuuuuuussss…”

Celsius kissed her, all the while fucking her hard and fast, adopting a steady pace and steadily going deeper and deeper. She helped him a bit by pulling him forward every time he pushed, and before long he was fully hilted, his thrusts wild and forceful while their tails yanked on each other.

“You are…  so fucking hot...” Celsius grunted. He drove his twitching member in and out in fluid motions, his face buried in her mane. “So—ergh—fucking… so fucking hot… why are so fucking hot… s’not fair… stupid—ungh—sexy—ah—bastard...”

Gleaming was lost in a sea of bliss. She felt so deliciously full every time he thrust into her, with each one sending electric tingles up her spine. She nibbled and sucked and tugged on his ear, her whole body feeling warmer and warmer as the pressure in her core built up steadily. She couldn’t believe how enthusiastic he was, but it was turning her on just as much.

“Cum inside,” she said in a breathy whisper. “I need it... all you have... give it to me!”

Celsius shivered. His thrusts became slower, but stronger, each one going as deep as possible. He was utterly addicted to her scent now, and he tugged on mouthfuls of her mane as his balls swelled up even more.

“As… you wish—gah—Princess…”

She could feel him preparing to unload. His cock was flaring inside her, stretching her tunnel and filling her up so well. He pushed her even harder up against the wall, and she surrendered herself to and merely hung on as hard as she could.

“Celsiuuuuuuuussss…” Gleaming’s voice grew into a yell. “Celsiuuuuuuuussss! CELSI—AHHHHH!”

He came inside her with a mighty jerk of his hips. His throbbing cock flared and pumped load after load of warm jizz, quickly overflowing her cunny and spilling out to form a growing puddle on the ground. Gleaming felt the hot, thick essence deep inside her, stoking her core’s flames enough to explode her world into stars. She howled and went over the edge, shuddering in his arms as her inner walls spasmed wildly around him. He filled her over, and over, and over, and over, each load bigger than the last, and before long a waterfall of cum was gushing out between their legs.

Cadance led her two stallions over to the extra-large bed. She got up first with a graceful flutter of her wings, then lay on her side and directed each of them to nestle up on either side of her. They did so, with Bastion taking Cadance’s front, and Cloud Runner taking her back. She felt a thrill as their stiff, pulsing rods pressed in on either side of her, and her more carnal side was screaming at her to simply use them as fucktoys.

But she’d never do that… not unless they were into that kind of thing.

“Now then,” Cadance said in a husky purr. She pulled Bastion a little closer and wiggled her rear against Cloud Runner. “Think you’re up for filling me up with those long, thick cocks of yours? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve eyed them over the years…yours especially, Bas.”

Bastion met her eyes, greedily drinking in her beauty, burning this moment into his memory. Behind her, Cloud Runner closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of Cadance’s body, mane, and arousal. They took their time exploring her, deliberate and gentle, a forbidden fruit allowed to them at long last.

“Ooh, so you’d rather take it slow...” Cadance relaxed and allowed her lust to fade to a slow-burning flame. “That works, too.”

The two stallions began licking and kissing every inch of her, worshipping her lithe, perfect form. They moved to her appendages and began servicing her, Bastion sucking on her horn, Cloud Runner preening her wings. She nickered her approval and urged them on, Cloud Runner especially, as while normally Gleaming did a perfectly competent job, there was something about another pegasus’ touch that couldn’t be copied. He knew exactly how to tug her feathers with his lips, as well as how to straighten them. The little pulls and movements generated a heady buzz within her chest, and it was only amplified by the feeling of Bastion’s tongue running all along her horn.

Cadance let them take their time. Their movements were gradually becoming more intense, but never so much that they became rough. Soft grunts escaped them then and now, and they began grinding their stallionhoods on her, front and back. She reveled in the attention, their feelings of love mixing with the scent of pre, but she couldn’t help but wonder which one was going to crack first. Would it be speedy, sharp-witted Cloud Runner, always on edge and on the go? Or would it be calm, quiet Bastion, his old desire for her causing him to give in and ravish her?

It turned out to be both at the same time. They both paused in their actions with an odd look in their eyes, and with a look of silent agreement, they aligned their dicks with their respective targets.

“Ahhhhhh...” Cadance egged them on. She felt their tips brush against her entrances, causing a shiverto run through her. She pulled Bastion into another kiss, her hooves brushing through his mane, feeling the cords of his stout neck muscles. He kissed her back with fervor, and as his tongue pushed into her mouth, his stallionhood pushed into her delicate folds. He went slow and steady, savoring every sensation of her tight, silky walls, always pressing ever onward. Cloud Runner was gentle as well, but after finding that Cadance’s plothole was already lubed, he gained a little confidence and began pushed harder into her snug tightness.

Cadance was in heaven. She could feel both them inside her, separated by only a thin lining that allowed them to occasionally rub up against each other. They began an alternating rhythm of in and out, in and out, so that whenever one of them was pulling out, the other was thrusting back in. The fire inside her was steadily building more and more, and all she could do was moan her approval while she was double-stuffed by her friends.

“Bastion...” Cadance broke her kiss with him and raised her head. He took the hint and began nibbling on her neck, nipping just enough to send electric tingles through her. From behind, Cloud Runner took a mouthful of her mane and tugged, his hot, heavy snorts giving her delightful goosebumps. They rutted her from both sides like a well-oiled machine, neither side missing a beat, and all the while Cadance could feel the love they had for her, pouring steadily from their hearts.

FLASH!

Suddenly, Celsius and Gleaming appeared on the other side of the giant bed, still entwined in the throes of passion. They separated for just a moment to get into a different position, with Gleaming crouching low and presenting her dripping flower to Celsius. He mounted her immediately and wrapped his hooves around her barrel, filling her back up with his girth and resuming his fevered rutting.

Gleaming’s tongue lolled out of her mouth, her mind swimming in a cocktail of endorphins as she squeezed and clenched around Celsius’ throbbing rod. Her eyes focused for just a moment to see Cadance a few feet away with Bastion and Cloud Runner, and she couldn’t help but feel a flare of arousal at the sight. Cadance noticed Gleaming looking, and while moving in time with her partners, she silently mouthed one word.

“Ready?”

Oh, yeah. Gleaming had almost forgotten their little plan. She grinned and winked back, giving her reply in a long, lewd moan.

“Yesssssssss…”

Cadance’s horn glowed, and Gleaming felt a spell wrapping around her consciousness. There was a brief jumble of sounds and sensations, and a second later, she could feel Bastion’s thick, firm stallionhood stuffed inside her marehood. and Cloud Runner’s big, warm length wedged firmly in her rear. Meanwhile, Cadance could feel Celsius’ weight on her back, the slapping of his engorged balls against her rear, and the steady rivulets of cum running down both their legs.

They felt all this in addition to the sensations of their own bodies.

“OOOHHHHH!” Cadance and Gleaming screamed in ecstasy. They lost all control and thrust hard against their partners, howling and bucking their hips in time with the rising waves of pleasure. The three stallions were taken aback by the sudden frenzy, but they quickly picked up their pace, putting more force behind their thrusts.

The room became filled with the sounds of fevered sex. Gleaming was biting down on a pillow while Celsius rutted her into the mattress. Cadance was squirming and writhing in tandem with Bastion and Cloud Runner. They were going wild from feeling each other’s pleasure on top of their own, and the sexy cries of the mares made the stallions abandon all pretense and gave in to their urges. They kissed, licked, sucked, nibbled, bit, grunted, thrusted, and fucked each other for what seemed like an eternity, but then finally, one side began to reach their peak.

Bastion’s thrusts became erratic. The pressure in his loins boiled over and surged down his shaft, and with a loud shout, he erupted and coated Cadance’s walls with shot after shot of virile seed. Cloud Runner was soon to follow, his back arching as he buried himself in her backdoor, filling her with his thick, gooey spunk. Last of all was Celsius, although considering how much he’d come already, it was impressive that he still had anything left. But his magically-enhanced balls didn’t disappoint, and before long he was grunting and cumming, an entire quart of sexual fluid spilling out of Gleaming and onto the sheets.

The three stallions went limp shortly thereafter, staring off at nothing with dopey grins on their faces. Gleaming and Cadance let out joined hums of approval and extricated themselves, but then together moved to the far edge of the bed, kissing passionately while fondling and groping each other. Relentless, they ground their slippery, leaking crotches on each other and began scissoring, only hesitating when Gleaming floated over a double-ended dildo from the closet.

Celsius watched the two of them continue go at it with disbelieving eyes. “Seriously? You both still want more?”

Gleaming smiled at him as she stuffed herself with one end of the dildo. “What do you—unf—mean? That was just—ah!—the warm-up round. We usually go—nngh—a couple hours, at least.”

“I think our record is—oooh—eleven hours, twenty-six minutes,” Cadance added. She’d slid onto the other end and was already hilted, the toy now completely swallowed by their hungry marehoods. “Was a good honeymoon.”

The three stallions stared in stunned silence. They weren’t sure to be impressed, aroused, horrified... or all three at once. But one thing was transparently clear: they weren’t expecting this sprint to be a marathon.

“Princess of Love, indeed,” Bastion muttered.

Gleaming’s gaze turned to Cloud Runner. “Hey, you said you wanted—mmmm—a round, right? Go clean up and lemme know—hnng—when you’re ready to go. Do you care who’s on top?”