Sex and the Crystal Empire

Running the Crystal Empire kept the two lovers very busy. Princess Cadance was always meeting with somepony or another. Shining Armor also had his fill of duties to attend to: between training the Crystal Guards and doing border patrols, he often had little time for himself. Today was peaceful by comparison however. Idle hooves...

When had he walked into their bedroom? Lately he felt out of sorts when nopony else was around. Like he wasn't in control of his own actions. The feeling was very unsettling, what with his past experience on the receiving end of a hypnosis spell; compliments of a changeling queen. He caught something out of the corner of his eye, and moved to investigate. The corner of a book was peeking out from under the bottom dresser drawer. The same drawer with the hidden bottom panel where he kept his beautification kit, for the times he would transform himself into a mare of the night. He pushed the thought from his mind quickly, and picked up the book with his magic.

On the cover was simply the word 'Memories.' A diary? How odd. It wasn't Cadance's though, unless she was keeping a second, secret diary. He opened it and began leafing through the pages, randomly. What he read shocked him: it was erotic literature! Written from the perspective of a young mare, there were "entries" instead of chapters, each one brimming forth with detailed accounts of various sexual acts. It couldn't possibly be a real diary, because there were no names, no friends, no landmarks: just page after page of sodomy. Still it was pretty arousing stuff, and he worried that perhaps he'd stumbled onto one of Cadance's romance novellas.

Well, since I'm here, and I'm turned on with nothing to do, I could just rub one out, he bit his lip as he tried rationalizing jerking off in the middle of the day. His schedule wasn't exactly full of free time. He had things to do, ponies to see. Not right now, though. It won't take long. He quickly listed the pros and cons in his head, but with some chagrin decided he preferred taking the risk of getting caught over trotting around all day with sex on the brain.

Sitting down and starting to rub himself languidly, he turned back to the first entry in the book and began skimming. Early in the book was an unusually large number of visits to local glory holes. He nodded in approval and his strokes became a bit deeper, a bit faster. Flipping ahead there seemed to be a hoofful of pages missing. He stopped, and examined the other dates before and after the ripped out section. Their dates going back a dozen entries forward and backward in time had been violently rubbed out, as though the author didn't want to leave any clues behind.

This is not Cadance's, he thought to himself, I don't think it's a romance novel either. This is definitely somepony's diary. A chill went down his spine. He started reading more intently, trying to pick up on any details that would identify the owner. Flipping ahead again the entries became increasingly smutty, the depictions of stranger and kinkier sexual encounters becoming more and more verbose. One particular section jumped out at him.

Dear Diary,

Today I learned that stallions really like it when you lick them between their balls and asshole. I also learned about myself that I really, really like licking them in that spot. I mean, I like rimming them, and I love sucking on a fat sack of nuts, so you'd think that licking neither wouldn't be as good, right? But it totally is!

I don't know that it's better than giving a rimjob, I mean really it's just different. But it does make me feel kinda tingly when I do it. It's just fun, what can I say? I like it, perhaps mainly because of just how much they seem to enjoy being licked there. Basically that whole area from the dick down to their butthole is just one big yummy spot for me to drag my tongue all over.

I wonder if I'd ever get somepony to lick me like that I wonder why some ponies are so hesitant to let me lick them down there. I mean I tell them it will feel good and it's like they don't trust me. They should trust me, because I know what I'm talking about, and so they should let me lick their assholes and just shut up about it.

Haha, I'm actually getting a little horny writing this right now, you'd think I'd be satisfied after taking two stallions' meaty dicks up my ass tonight. And at the same time no less! Ugh, that feeling of being filled up, I just love it, can't ever get enough. Oh, Celestia, do I love that feeling of fullness when some stallion has his whole fat dick crammed up my ass, balls deep. It's the only time I really feel like a mareIt's that time that I feel like it's my destinyI kind of feel silly to say that, cuz I kinda sound like a slut <—You know what, just disregard all this for now.

Of course, it was fun even when they were just spit-roasting me, cuz I love to take a big thick dong down my throat and feel a big gruff stallion pumping his nutty seed down my throat. Not better, just different, like I always say! Ah well, I really have to end this and get back, so ta-taa for now!

Kisses~

Shining Armor stared in amazement, a little ashamed at how hard he was after reading that passage. I'm starting to wonder if this isn't a sex manual after all, Shining Armor idly thought.

The style of writing itself seemed to slowly change as well. The penmanship now was flowery. Flipping back to the start it was quite different with sharper, more disciplined calligraphy, like that of a colt practicing at hoof-writing. Did somepony else take over halfway through?...No, no it's definitely just a softening of style, I guess. It didn't make sense. But the most dramatic shift in style did occur right after the break where those pages went missing...

"Ooh, what are you reading, honey?" Cadance's soft voice broke him from his concentration.

"Nothing! It's nothing—" he sputtered as he dropped the book, revealing his still throbbing erection.

"Aw, you don't have to keep yourself from me like this sweety," she said softly, picking up the book with her magic and gently fondling his prick, giving it a gentle squeeze as she pecked him on the cheek. "Let's see what's gotten hubby so hot and bothered," she said with a sultry giggle as she sat down next to him.

The smile was gone from her lips the second she started reading the obscene tome. She stopped stroking him, then after a minute started up again in earnest. She blushed as she stumbled onto a particularly risqué passage. Suddenly realizing she was jerking him off, she ceased her ministrations and turned to him. "Where did you get this?"

He couldn't lie, but what could he say when the truth was barely an answer? "I found it in our room," he croaked hoarsely, his mouth dry. How'd it even get in here though? She didn't bring it in here and neither did I, so...does that mean somepony was in our bedchambers earlier? And dropped their diary? Yeah right Shining. Still, why is this book here? Did a guard slip it into our room as some sort of prank, maybe to embarrass his sister or something? Just seems so unlikely...

She turned her attention back to the foul text and quickly checked the front and back covers for information about the publishing house, finding none. "This is somepony's diary," she surmised, coming to the same conclusion that Shining Armor had mere minutes ago. "Not mine," she added hastily, Shining nodding enthusiastically and sporting a trusting look. No, he knew in his heart it definitely was not Cadance's, although he couldn't express what made him so certain.

She stood up and wandered off, still reading, the only sound her hooves pacing across the thick carpeting and the occasional turn of a page. He sat there, still hard, wracking his brain for answers that would not come. It barely registered in his mind when he heard a soft click as his wife locked the door, and the muted thud of leather against varnished maple. When he turned to look at her she was standing in front of him, face flushed. "Bed, now," she ordered huskily.

His look of apprehension quickly turned to an excited grin as he rocketed into bed, Cadance in hot pursuit. They collapsed onto the sheets and started kissing and nipping at each other, wrestling playfully for dominance. Shining Armor smiled triumphantly, watching his wife coyly feigning surrender, but she deftly swept his legs out from under him and he toppled to the soft downy pillows below. He was halfway up again before he noticed she wasn't trying to make a play, so he merely leaned back and they kissed passionately, tongues writhing against one another.

Cadance moved a hoof down to idly stroke his growing cock as it emerged from its sheath, giddily whispering for him to do her face-to-face. He straddled her with an ease borne from many hours of long, sweaty practice. He rubbed his dick against her tight, wet slit, getting himself partially lubed up with her own juices before lining his prick up and slowly sinking into her soft folds. He sighed in pleasure when he got halfway in, and couldn't help but moan when he bottomed out shortly thereafter. Beneath him, Cadance echoed his moans and bit her lip, writhing under his weight as he started sawing his cock in and out of her sopping cunt.

The sensuous lovemaking rapidly devolved into fevered rutting, Shining's pace quickening with each thrust, feeling his loving wife's tight hole quiver and flex around his throbbing girth. The two bucked wildly, aching for a quick release before somepony noticed their absence and came looking for them. Cadance moaned and arched her back as she came first, her pussy convulsing around her devoted husband's fat cock.

Shining grit his teeth in a half-smile as he looked down at her face as she came, her mane matted with sweat, and sensed his own climax fast approaching. He hilted himself with one final thrust and painted her walls with jizz. Panting with exertion, the two enjoyed mere seconds of post-coital bliss before a round of frantic knocking at their bedroom door interrupted any thoughts of a second round.

One badly-needed bath later, Cadance was off to greet a contingent of dignitaries from some Celestia-forsaken corner of Equestria. After cleaning himself off, Shining Armor wandered the palace halls, his hooves slowly and unwittingly retracing last night's steps. In a daze he walked out of the crystalline castle's doors and down the street, right toward Big Macintosh's apple cart. Blinking a few times he suddenly blurted out, "Wait, what am I doing here?" Nopony answered him, but he spotted Big Macintosh looking right at him. With more than a little apprehension, Shining Armor watched as Big Macintosh started slowly walking over to him.

Shining Armor busied himself at an outdoor curio stall, examining decorative spoons, while a strange sense of dread began to creep over him. It yelled for him to panic and run as fast as he could. Just as he was about to bolt, Big Mac was next to him. The two stallions looked at each other using only their peripheral vision. Big Macintosh turned to face him, and his face is very close, so close that Shining Armor could hear him breathing. He even heard him sniffing at him, and then just three words in his deep voice that made his blood curdle. "I know you."

"I'm sure you're mistaken, I would remember meeting you if I had," Shining Armor replied, flashing an innocent grin. Would I remember? Lately there have been so many foggy spots clouding my memory, like after a night of one too many hard ciders.

"Nnnnope, there's no mistake. I smell lilac and jasmine on you. And the subtle hint of my own musk on your breath," Big Macintosh's deep voice was quiet. Shining Armor's eyes were wide with terror, it was all he could do to keep from trembling and just continue smiling, lest somepony recognize him and intervene. He wanted so badly for somepony to help, but not the shameful embarrassment that would assuredly follow.

Big Mac glanced around furtively. Confident that no one noticed them talking, he prodded Shining Armor down a secluded alleyway. "What—wh-what do you want?" Shining Armor stammered, his back up against the wall.

"Turn around," Big Macintosh brusquely snarled.

"Why?"

"You know why, now turn around."

"No, please don't, not like this..." Shining Armor practically sobbed.

"TURN. AROUND." Big Macintosh's eyes flashed as he bellowed his command.

Tears welling up in his eyes, Shining Armor dutifully turned around and got on the ground. Immediately, Big Macintosh was upon him. Shining Armor clenched his eyes shut, bit his tongue to keep from screaming when he was penetrated, letting only a soft whine escape his lips. His vision faded into a white fog. Suddenly he was alone, and everything was a bright mist around him.

He heard voices up ahead of him, and as he approached there were his sisters, Twilight Sparkle, his Little Sister Best Friend Forever, and Gleaming Shield, his Big Sister Best Friend Forever. "Gleamy! Twily!" He shouted happily and trotted over to them. The three embraced in a group hug.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Cadance laughed, sneaking up behind him. She and Shining Armor nuzzled affectionately. "I'm just here to pick up Twi for our playdate, I'll leave you two alone," she winked at him, and with that disappeared with Twilight into the haze.

Alone, Gleaming Shield turned to Shining Armor and smiled. "I want you to know that I'll always be here for you," she purred, and caressed his cheek with hers.

There was a boom of thunder and abruptly the fog surrounding them turned red. He heard another boom, this time somepony yelling, "YEAHHH!" He turned around and there was Bulk Biceps, his body rippling with muscles. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Did he do something wrong? The mists spun like a cyclone and parted as his memory flashed back to that night, a stall door materializing between the two, quickly getting kicked down.

"Whoa hey easy now, just get back on the other side of the glory hole, everything's fine," Shining Armor tried to calm the big white monster down. Bulk Biceps was on him in an instant, pinning him down under his massive weight. "No, please don't, please, not like this. I like mares, I like mares," he whimpered in protest, but it was no use. Bulk Biceps lunged forward, and Shining Armor was pierced. He yelled in pain and sobbed, calling out for somepony to help him.

To his surprise, Gleaming Shield appeared. "Take my hoof, and it will all be okay," she calmly told him, her hair whipping around her face in the flurry of fog and wind.

"It…it hurts," he cried, and reached out to her. The second that their hooves met, the pain was gone, and he found himself staring down at her being pounded by Bulk Biceps instead in his place. He shook his head in confusion, trying to deny what he saw. She was being rutted fiercely and it clearly hurt her. But behind that mask of pain her eyes were glazed over with lust, and he saw she was bucking her hips back to meet each thrust.

"No…NOOO!" Shining Armor screamed, and ran from them with tears streaming down his face. Gradually the red mist softened to pink, and then white, and still he did not stop running. The white mist eventually disappated as well, leaving him alone in a dark void. Panting, he finally stopped and collapsed, shaking and crying. He held his eyes shut tightly and passed out, escaping into a sanctuary of oblivion.

Gleaming Shield's eyes snapped open, and she was surprised to find herself getting drilled in a seedy alleyway. She looked behind her and there was Big Macintosh, from the other night. How did she get here like this? This is very unusual, she thought to herself. She tried to reach out to Shining Armor, but there was no answer. She felt his presence faintly in the back of her mind, as though he were in a deep slumber. Very, very unusual.

Big Macintosh was still going at it however, and she quickly found herself getting turned on as well. She started shoving her hips back to meet his thrusts, because that was familiar to her—a rote habitual action that made her and this scenario feel much more normal.

"Unf, now you're gettin' into it," Big Macintosh panted gruffly above her.

"Mmm, yeah baby, like that," she cooed, rotating her hips in small circles as she squeezed around his length. Doing it in the middle of the day was risky enough, and in public even more so. She had an inkling that Shining Armor would want to leave as soon as possible, so she quickened her pace, trying to just milk the big stallion off in her ass before somepony caught them.

It worked like a charm, and Big Mac found the sensations overwhelming, quickly being driven over the edge. With a long drawn out 'eeeyyyuuuppp,' he lurched forward and flooded her ass with his hot cum. She basked in the afterglow of another successful conquest, brimming with pride and self-satisfaction. If it was possible for her to have her own cutie mark, she would have long ago expected to get one that depicted a wet and dripping cum-rag.

Big Macintosh got up and wiped his cock off along her flank. "I'll be seein' you again later," were his parting words as he trudged off. She sighed, and wondered why she had a thing for the strong, silent type. Oh right, it's because I love it when they use me like that, she thought inwardly, with a smirk.

Now though, she had to get cleaned up and back to the castle. Leaving the alley from the other side, she worked her way outward through the side streets until she was in the fields. Finding the river that flowed down from the Frozen North, she washed herself in the chilly yet refreshing waters. Can't show up at the castle without taking a proper bath, and I can't show up at a bath house or a hotel where I can get properly cleaned when I'm still dripping with cum, she huffed, shivering as she submerged herself in the frigid currents.

"Sir, thank Celestia we found you," a guard barked as he trotted up to the still-bathing pony, along with two other guards in tow.

"Yep, just out for a swim," she chirped, smiling back at the small group. Remembering herself she quickly corrected herself, "Uh, that is some clumsy pony spilled salad dressing all over me, and I was just washing up," she intoned, trying to make her voice deeper. What am I doing, why did I do that?

The guards exchanged strange glances, "Uh, Sir?"

"Go, I'll be back at the castle shortly," she said firmly, and the guards saluted her before quickly trotting off. Reaching out with her mind again she called to Shining Armor, and again she was met with silence. Oh Shining, where are you?

Having given herself the best washing she could muster without any soap, she made her way back to the castle. She rushed past numerous guards, aristocrats, and Prince Blueblood on her way back to her room at the heart of the palace. She idly wondered if Prince Blueblood was any good in bed as she pushed open the door and bumped face-first into Cadance wearing some lacy negligée.

"Oph, watch it there," Cadance giggled, "I thought it would be a nice surprise if I went ahead and cleared our schedules for the rest of the evening, so...ready for round two?"

"Oh, I would but uh, I really need a bath right now, because of all the salad dressing," Gleaming Shield mumbled, trying to deflect her. Met with more than a little confusion, she belted out several more lies rapid fire on top of her already farcical story.

"Geez, how much salad dressing could have possibly been spilled on you?" Cadance asked incredulously. Gleaming shield responded with something that sounded like, 'about a gallon,' before slipping into their private bath and locking the door behind her. She got a little carried away though, and didn't finish washing and pampering herself until three hours had passed.

Slipping back into the dark boudoir, Gleaming Shield quietly snuck over to the bed, hoping not to awaken Cadance. As she gently lifted up the corner of the satin sheet and slid under the covers, Cadance turned to face her, eyebrow raised. "All clean now, loverboy?" She asked with a sultry grin. Gleaming Shield was at a loss for words, having never slept with a mare before, or even felt so inclined. Neither pony was to blame, for how could Cadance know that it was Gleaming Shield sharing her bed, wearing her husband's skin?

Cadance leaned in to kiss Gleaming Shield, but was unexpectedly jilted. "Sorry to turn you down like this Cay, but uh, I'm still just really tuckered out from earlier," Gleaming said, hoping her feeble excuse might get Cadance to back off. "Maybe we could...just cuddle?" Damn it Shining, don't make me do this to you, don't make me do this to her.

Cadance embraced her husband tighter, and finally Gleaming Shield relented a small measure, kissing Cadance on the forehead, the neck, anywhere but the lips. I will not kiss my sister-in-law on the lips for you Shining, I just won't, she thought sternly. Cadance would not be denied, and the 'playing-hard-to-get' routine only served to increase her lustful requirements. Finally with much chagrin, Gleaming Shield settled into familiar territory: giving pleasure to a pony in need.

She had to try, because again it was the only way for her to make this situation approach anything remotely normal for her. Fiddling around with her privates, Gleaming Shield grimaces in disgust and shame. She can barely muster half-mast, but it's enough for Cadance to straddle and ride roughshod. Cadance humps into Gleaming's cock with wanton lust, trying to satisfy the ache that only increases as she senses her husband's inability to fully get it up.

"Shiny, are you okay?" Cadance asks with concern, and is met with a mumbled reply about not feeling well. But when she places a hoof to Gleaming Shield's forehead, she doesn't detect a fever. "I'm sorry, I just feel really out of sorts," Gleaming explained without going into any further detail. Cadance rolled back onto her side and the two of them drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, unsatisfied.

During the night, Gleaming felt Cadance rubbing up against her. Cadance was trying to get herself off, gyrating against her husband's still somewhat engorged member, her needy pussy slurping against the veiny length, her clit pressing hard into his shaft. Cadance's body shudders as she's brought to orgasm, and Gleaming Shield realizes with a tinge of sadness how close Cadance must have been earlier when they stopped. She frowns, but kisses Cadance softly on the forehead and hugs her tighter. With a mumbled, "I lovyuhhh," Cadance falls back into peaceful slumber.

Gleaming Shield finally dozes off as well...

You've gotta stop saving my rump like this. It's starting to get embarrassing.