Sex and the Crystal Empire

Cadance was fast asleep, but Shining Armor was wide-awake. Tonight he felt a familiar itch. An itch that not even his wife could scratch, as intimate as they were. He loved mares, and there was no longer any other for him in his eyes. But the scratching of this itch would require a stallion.

In his youth he was far less careful, swinging fast and loose whenever he would go off gallivanting around. Before he met Cadance, he relished blowing his load in or on any mare he could get. But then there was another part of him, significantly more feminine, that wanted to be the mare, roughly used by whatever stallion would take him. This part of him loved being taken, being dominated by a rock-hard pony. Just the thought of submitting to that base desire to be filled and serve as an object of gratification would get him dripping with pre.

By now though, his career and his love life were so thoroughly complicated that he could not afford to be sloppy when he went trawling for cock. No, the sloppiness always came much later in the night, after draining the nuts of a couple stallions. He couldn't scratch that itch because it was deep in his ass, and the only balm that would soothe him was hard, throbbing dick.

In a trance-like state, he retrieved the special kit he now kept prepared at all times: gracefully, yet hastily, transforming himself. All that mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, edible glitter, scented oils and perfumes served to metamorphose a once proud Captain of the Royal Guard into the dainty and quite ladylike Gleaming Shield. The infrequency with which she got to satisfy this other side of herself made these nights all the more special.

She always felt so much better when she got all her makeup on. She was beautiful, and the sensation of a new dress and silky lingerie upon her bare skin was so sexy. And, just in case things got heated too quickly for her to 'prepare' herself properly, she lubed up ahead of time. This way, she avoided the quite unpleasant feeling of a stallion going in dry. That lesson in pain was taught to her a long time ago, when she first started identifying as a mare on nights just like this.

In time she developed a taste for pain during sex. Truthfully she luxuriated in the sweet torment of being rubbed raw. But not this night. Tonight was going to be vanilla...nothing wrong with vanilla, per se. Sometimes a simple quickie with no muss or fuss was the perfect relief after a hard day being a man. She smiled inwardly, having been on both sides of that one.

She just hoped that there would be a bronco out this late she could buck. Rare was it that she came home empty-hoofed (or empty-assed, so to speak), though it did happen from time to time. The days after those dry nights were always torturous, lust compounding on lust, the only thought trying to figure out how to get pounded. No, she was the Crystal Cum-Catcher, her ass was that famous. Dry spells did not last very long, unless Shining Armor was called away on urgent matters of state.

Lucky for her, the streets were filled with ponies. Hearts and Hooves Day—or Week rather, here in the Crystal Empire where it took on the quality of a festival—meant that there was always something to do, and somepony to meet. She scanned the crowds, spotting a very special catch. She always harbored a fantasy about this one, but never once had the opportunity presented itself.

She knew the huge red stallion as her sister's best friend's big brother, Big Macintosh. She idly wondered just how big he really was, acknowledging the rumors that spoke to his immense girth, and she felt her anus quiver in anticipation. Oh Celestia, was this what estrus felt like? She wasn't truly capable of that technically, but felt the heat of desire rising up inside her. She wanted it bad: needed it so very, very bad. And she always got what she wanted. She smirked at what a spoiled brat she was, and yet that same cattiness often served her more as an asset than as a fault.

Sauntering over to the crimson behemoth, she admired his rippling muscles. She wanted to tear that yoke off him and just lick his perfectly chiseled, sweaty chest. She wanted to lick every inch of him, and she always got what she wanted. His reputation preceded him, however. To land this one, she would have to play it cool, take it slow, and be careful not to spook him. You'd think a stallion with such a towering column of meat between his legs would be a little more self-confident, but not Big Mac. His tacit nature made talking him up, and propositioning a buck in the hay, a Herculean task.

She licked her lips predatorily, mentally preparing to tease and flirt until he could resist no longer, and would take her savagely. Anywhere was fine, a hotel, an abandoned warehouse, an alleyway; she didn't care. That would come later. Right now she had the biggest fish of her life to catch, and she had to be that wriggling worm that would get him to bite. She wanted him to bite her so bad, just chomp down on her neck or shoulder as he rutted into her ass!

No. Not yet, can't get distracted. None of this would happen unless she kept it together. She has to be cool if she wanted to actualize this fantasy and turn it into reality. Slow burn, get him hot little by little, and then all at once. Oh, she was a practiced hoof at that, but despite years of experience this was the stuff of legends. He was an elusive prize even amongst actual mares, after all. But oh how they would turn green with envy if she managed to get him. They would be so jealous, imagining him packing her full with that cunt-destroyer of his.

"Well hey there big fella, haven't seen you around these parts before. Are you new in town?" She launched her first salvo, a tried and true opening, friendly but not pushy; flirty, but not clingy. Always open with a question, get them interested, get them involved, and make them a willing participant. So that stallion will want to buck you.

"Eeyup," he smiled politely, and said nothing more. His eyes said 'buy some apples,' but his body language said not a thing.

"In the Crystal Kingdom for Hearts and Hooves Week? I imagine business must be quite good, what with everypony out and about at all hours," she returned his smile. She received only a nod, not even a verbal response this time. C'mon Gleaming Shield, get him to open up, ask him something that doesn't merit a one-word answer. Get your head in the game, girl, stop thinking with your dick for buck's sake!

"I hope you don't mind me saying, but you're quite handsome! Oh, I bet all the pretty mares say that about you," she giggled. She saw his face turn a darker shade of red, and she knew she was making some good progress. Time to cast out that lure, so that she could tug his rod. Easy now, don't scare him off...this one isn't going to just jump in the boat. This one was The One, and he would make her work for it. He would make her earn every inch. But she wanted every inch, and she always got what she wanted.

"Aw, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. You just look so strong that I can't help but compliment your amazing physique," she smiled, dialing it back a little. Reel it in a little bit, just a little bit, catch his eye. He knows he wants it, but that message hasn't quite reached his brain just yet. Soon. Soon he will be yours. This was going to be a heavy lift, but not as heavy as when she would get to lift his sack up and lick his perineum. Keep your eyes on the prize.

"You know, I just love apples. Nothing quite like wrapping my lips around a big, thick, juicy one," she smoldered. That definitely got a reaction, as she heard him stifle a quiet choke, and she saw his jaw tighten, pupils dilating, eyebrows raised almost imperceptibly—very small details, which the untrained eye would normally miss. Not her eye, though. She saw all. She saw the bulging vein in his neck, subconsciously aware that his heartbeat was increasing. She was going to devour him, all right, and it was going to feel so good. C’mon, nibble baby, take a nibble, you know you want this.

"Mmm, all that sweet, yummy juice running down my face, I just can't get enough," she intoned, her voice husky. "You know what though? A lot of ponies spit the seeds out." Bait is set, c’mon take it. Take this bait. Bite, damn you. Bucking bite me, I love it.

"Oh- oh yeah?" Big Macintosh stammered. Oh yes, and you are about to find out firsthoof, you lucky colt.

"Not me though, I always swallow," she growled, that sultry inflection surely driving him wild with passion. She was growling for his cum, and he knew it. Did he know she would bark like a dog for him? She hoped he knew. She hoped he knew she would debase herself in every lewd manner his sheltered farmhand brain could imagine, and more. She would open his eyes to new realms of eroticism that would ruin him for every mare but her. She was in heaven. This was her element, and he was helpless to resist. She watched him crumble right before her eyes.

"Eeyyuurrgghh," he groaned, and she knew she had him hook, line, sinker. Oh, the thrill she felt when she heard that sound, the noise a stallion made when his stomach churned and his resolve finally broke. Her legs trembled with desire as she beamed with the success of another conquest. His eyes burned red hot with a hunger that screamed, 'I WILL FUCK YOU TO THE CORE.'

"I'd love to discuss this further with you, later, when you've closed your cart for the night," she licked her lips again. She could afford to be a little more forward now. He was hers, they both knew it. "When do you...get off?" She emphasized that phrase, a seemingly innocent question if not for the implication behind it: that she would get him off in about ten seconds flat.

"Just closed," he rumbled, "I will go, and you must follow." He was a stallion of few words, indeed. She admired his flank as he pulled his cart back to a small hotel off one of the main avenues constituting the snowflake-like layout of the city. The thought of those flanks, those hips, thrusting powerfully, driving his dick deep into her ass, flashed through her mind. There were butterflies in her stomach, and hopefully soon there would be a hefty amount of jizz as well.

His hoof shook as he lined the key up and unlocked the door, opening it with a hard shove. Such unbridled power, he could have torn the door off its hinges with the amount of adrenaline surging through his body right now. It was all he could do to resist shattering the door into an explosion of splinters and a powdery mist of sawdust.

Once she was inside the room with him he slammed the door shut, shaking the wall, even the very foundation of the hotel itself. She had a feeling that the Crystal Empire was about to experience a localized earthquake. He turned to her, eyes ablaze, licking his lips with unabated desire. She rushed to him and started kissing and licking him everywhere she could; his face, his neck, his chest as he slipped off the heavy yoke and dropped it to the floor with a loud thud.

His hooves and teeth were rough, and tore at her dress savagely. The garment shredded easily and hung about her fetlocks, dragging along the floor as they kissed madly and made their way over to the bed. He threw her atop the mattress, and she felt firsthoof that raw strength as she flopped onto the covers. Oh Celestia, he picked me up like a bucking rag doll.

She lay on her stomach, staring back at him lustfully, but also with just a hint of fear. A lot of stallions really liked that steamy gaze, and she had it down to perfection. She saw him grind his teeth and break out into an animalistic grin as he was instantly upon her, biting at her neck and shoulder, making her moan and quiver. She was jelly under him, this was just what she wanted, and it felt so good getting it.

He stood up and she turned, eyeing his rapidly hardening cock. Rolling her hindquarters onto the bed she lay facing him, and he stepped forward giving her unfettered access to his package. She breathed in deeply, his heady musk driving her wild as she started licking up and down his length. She lapped at the flared tip, eager to taste of him, and tongue-bathed his sweaty shaft all the way to the base of his sack. Not stopping, she lovingly took each orb into her mouth, rolling them around, before working her way further back and slathering saliva all over his taint.

He took a step back, and she slid her tongue forward along his dick until she got back to the head, tracing circles around his crown. She turned belly-down once more, flicking her tail to the side and offering up her ass for him to take. She felt his turgid prick rubbing clumsily against her flank as he mounted her, and was very thankful she wore her chastity belt tonight.

It made the whole conversation about why they had to fuck her ass so much easier. She wondered if Big Macintosh might be strong enough to tear the garment right off of her, but he was far too consumed with tasting her flesh to take time to debate the merits of bucking one hole or another. No, he just wanted to line it up and rut into her in a rabid frenzy, and didn't care how.

He gave her flank a forceful spank and her eyes went wide in surprise. That was going to leave a very odd bruise that she hoped Shining Armor wouldn't have a lot of difficulty explaining away the next day. That momentary distraction was when he struck, dominantly sliding his shaft into her. His first stroke slammed into her so deeply that his medial ring pounded against her anus. She wailed with delight, wanting his neighbors to hear how hard she was being reamed.

This was paradise for her. Big Macintosh's weight bore down upon her, a titanic powerhouse of rippling sinew, furiously plowing into her with reckless abandon. She mewled greedily, eager to get stuffed and filled with his virility. Nothing felt this good in her life. At the back of her mind Shining Armor was protesting, trying to argue in favor of Cadance's tight snatch, but she was deaf to it. The only things that existed right now in her entire universe were that veiny bulging meat-drill, and her supple asshole milking it like the sleeve of a velvet turtleneck.

Big Macintosh was a whirlwind of intensity, his mind wholly consumed in the throes of a delirious fever, and the only prescription was more and more of her luscious jiggly ass: to be administered in a vice-like death-grip around his fat cock. He lost himself completely, hips crushing her pelvis with each vigorous plunge into her fuckhole. They were intoxicated completely with lust, a maddened trance taking possession of their bodies and spurring them on to new heights of euphoria.

Oh Celestia, she only felt this much joy when she was being ravished; completely giving herself over to servicing a strapping young stallion's steely member. She whimpered under him, his taut belly rubbing against her back as he unrelentingly decimated her tail-hole. He let out a mighty howl as his thrusts became increasingly ragged, building to that rapturous crescendo that shook her to her very center. With a final shove he buried himself balls-deep in her ass, and the stillness was palpable as he finally unleashed a torrent of cum.

They moaned exultantly, his legs shaking as he gave her a few more half-hearted pumps, emptying his heavy load into his newfound cum-dump. His chest heaving, he shook his head and breathed in the smell of sex deeply, his slowly deflating cock sliding out of her slick passage as he collapsed onto the mattress alongside her.

Within moments she was up on all fours, turning around to pounce upon him anew. She lapped hungrily at all the seed still clinging to his pulsing prick, whining as she slurped it all up and gulped it right down. She was an unabashed jizz-dizzy cum-whore through and through.

Tomorrow morning, Shining Armor would awaken to a familiar taste in his mouth, embarrassment washing over him as the realization of last night's follies fully struck him. That feeling of embarrassment would double as just thinking about it made him hard, and he knew tonight would be a repeat performance.

Silly Shiny, I always get what I want.