Three Nights in the Crystal Empire

Chapters

The Introduction
The First Night
The Second Night
The Third Night
The Last Day/Bonus Action

The Introduction

Cloudsdale, the proud industrial city of the Central Equestrian pegasi, boasted a robust and successful collection of athletes and warriors. The best of the best went there, to compete against the natives or to be trained by the same. The notoriety was a fine feather in the city's collective cap and they welcomed all, whether for peaceful reasons or otherwise.

The latest arrivals were a long way from home and a longer way from their natural environment. A small and highly select detachment of crystal pony guards. According to reports they had been hand-selected by Prince Shining Armor himself. Enchanted gear like horseshoes and attire had been provided to allow them to move about unhindered in the cloudy expanse.

The crystal ponies, very like earth ponies, so far as the Cloudsdalians could see aside from their iridescent coats, had been enrolled in the prestigious Cloudsdale Martial Arts Academy, which taught the art of war from many different traditions. Pony and non-pony, and all the cultures of pony, combined in the great academy. The crystal ponies had been enrolled in the very shadowy and secretive course on ninjutsu, through the special dispensation of the Master, Lenes Tenzai.

Lenes, called Len by friends and most of the world at large, was a pegasus pony, a mature mare in her very late twenties or very early thirties. Being a mix of Neighponese and Central Equestrian stock we was petite but not plainly short in stature, with a velveteen light gray coat, and a long, straight white mane that flowed down her neck and over her shoulders in an alabaster cascade. A little puff topped her bangs and the hair tended to obscure one eye or the other, though she never had trouble seeing through it. Her wings were a slight anomaly, being a golden color rather than the gray of the rest of her coat, but it served as a lovely contrast. Her Cutie Mark, seldom exposed thanks to her clothing, was the black image of a five-pointed throwing star.

That day at the academy she was with her squad of crystal ponies, inside one of the more generic training halls. The cloud walls were bare, and the cloud floor had been expressly fluffed and napped to pad the blow when the squad fell. Len stood, on a raised dais, her arms crossed over her modest chest. She was dressed in a loose, dark gray outfit, consisting of a tied-off long-sleeved coat, pants, black socks on her hooves, and gloves.

Her soft gray eyes watched as the two lines of crystal ponies, all wearing white gis, thrust the heels of their hands repeatedly into the throats of wooden target dummies. Each time they struck the released a sharp and enthusiastic cry.

“Make the motion natural. Easy. Like water gliding naturally along an incline,” Len said, sedately but with volume enough to be heard over the shouts. “Only strike where, told, repeatedly and without hesitation.”

“Ma'am, a question!” one of the stallions called out.

“You may ask,” Len said with a dip of her head.

“No disrespect to your reaching, or to Prince Shining armor for sending us, but I had a slightly different idea about ninja stuff than this,” the stallion noted, several others around him nodding and giving quiet agreement.

“The great master teaches us, 'To foresee a victory which the ordinary man can foresee is not the acme of skill; to triumph in battle and be universally acclaimed 'Expert' is not the acme of skill,' Len said, with greater force and more volume. “You are being trained to never bloody a blade.”

“Yeah but... we're guards,” the stallion said. “It's what we do. We're here to learn all this stuff. Aren't we supposed to be near enough to assassins that we could be called that?”

Len sighed and slowly rubbed her temples. She looked somewhat resigned, as though waiting for the statement. “You will know the ways of an assassin, yes. But the true purpose of the ninja is to be invisible. You pass without leaving a trace. You are spies before killers, infiltrators before assassins. To never see a soul is your quiet mission. You are to be unnoticed, but not unrewarded. The great master says, 'Of all those in the army close to the commander none is more intimate than the secret agent; of all rewards none more liberal than those given to secret agents; of all matters none is more confidential than those relating to secret operations.' Do you take my point?”

The stallion turned to look at a few other the others who nodded slowly. “I guess I do. But still, are we going to learn any really good stuff?”

Len answered by suddenly leaping into a spinning forward flip with her wings tucked. She flared them open suddenly and halted herself, falling to the cloudy floor by the guard that had been questioning her. She threw a flurry of sudden strikes against the wooden body of the wooden target with her gloved hands, striking at particular, separate points along the form, never hitting the same place twice. She finished with a double-palmed precision strike that split the neck with a loud 'crack'. The head didn't come off but the neck was badly damaged.

The crystal ponies stared in awe, jaws dropped, eyes wide. Len smirked a bit and slowly walked back to her dais. “The great master says, 'If not in the interests of the state, do not act. If you cannot succeed, do not use troops. If you are not in danger, do not fight.'” She mounted the dais once more and crossed her arms over her chest again. “Don't be so eager to fight, you will be the first to lose if all you do is run in. You will learn these powerful and subtle techniques, but you will focus on incapacitation and invisibility.”

“Yes, ma'am!” They all shouted suddenly. They began striking the necks of the dummies again, the one whose dummy was damaged acting a little less enthusiastic as he struck the splintered area.

Len slowly nodded her head as she observed the precise strikes and the regular, steady thumps of the heels of hands hitting the rigid wooden necks all in unison. Putting the understanding in their minds put purpose and focus in their hearts. It was what she expected. They had been chosen personally by Prince Shining Armor after all, and she had come to trust the former royal guard captain.

A smile spread across her face, but one very small and very subtle, such that the drilling guards couldn't see. She really, really trusted him, and his wife. They were such sweet, welcoming, trustworthy and... friendly ponies.

Len's mind started to wander as she oversaw the crystal guards, remembering how the whole matter had come to be. From a simple accident of place something amazing had happened.

The First Night

The power of the Crystal Heart was operating with its usual magnificent efficiency and strength, transforming the snowy tundra of the Crystal Empire's domain into a lush and beautiful expanse of greenery. It always felt a bit like spring in the Empire.

The train serving the Equestrian-Imperial transport needs pulled into the main Crystal Empire station with its usual timely efficiency, and hissed out as its steam-churning metal guts got a chance to rest after plunging through the snow outside the Heart's influence.

While the engine was being restored by the hands of engineers the passengers and cargo disembarked from the many cars. One of those stepping from the commuter class car was Len, looking very enthused by her surroundings. She was casually attired in a pair of low khaki shorts and a muted yellow tank top with showed a generous portion of cleavage. She carried a simple knapsack over one shoulder, and did not stick around to claim any of the luggage being tossed out.

After having her passport stamped and showing off her clothes-filled knapsack at customs she passed through a revolving gate into the Empire proper. Like in Equestria it was very pastoral and muted. Nothing too built-up or overdone.

She followed the broad, clean paved avenue from the train station, which was one of the main thoroughfares of the Imperial City. She knew from her guidebook four such wide ways radiated in the cardinal directions from the Crystal Palace and the Crystal Heart beneath it, with smaller intersecting streets running through the four districts of the city.

Len was in awe almost as soon as she got off the train. She had been to beautiful and ancient places in both Neighpon and Central Equestria, and visited many other places in the course of her job like Saddle Arabia and the Griffin Kingdom. But there was something to the Crystal Empire. It was ancient indeed, yet it didn't feel tired or worn. Being displaced in time had done wonders for the ancient city, leaving it both classic, yet polished.

The citizenry also seemed very friendly, the iridescent ponies offering friendly waves and cheerful calls. Foals gleefully ran around her legs and off to play, the natives mixing with Equestrian immigrants of many species. The shopkeepers running small barrows or stalls called out their wares, offering crystal berry delicacies, native handicrafts, more polished tourist goods, and other such things to delight the senses.

The very air was lovely. A crisp bite remained from the wind whipping through the tundra beyond the Heart's reach, but it was mostly mitigated by the warm, perfumed zephyrs which languidly flowed through, carrying the scent of decadent pastries, richer main courses and an explosion of flowers which the citizenry kept tended and in bloom.

The pleasant company and pleasant environment made Len ignore the long slog that it was between train station and Palace. The Imperial City was, after all, the size of Manehattan, if not more. It wouldn't have bothered Len anyway, with her training and physical development, but she was glad that her distractions have been both plentiful and pleasant.

She drew close on the Crystal Palace and could not restrain herself from acting like the tourist she was. She stared up in awe and the monumental spire of the Palace, stretching high into the heavens and glittering like the wondrous jewel it was in the bright and warm light. She also came closer to watch the rotating, radiating Crystal Heart, being one of many. Both tourists of many species, and native crystal ponies stood there, watching the Heart spin and give off waves of love and magic. They were all washed in the warmth and positive feelings.

She almost hated to pull herself away from watching the Heart spin but she wanted to get to her hotel. Fortunately, she had booked one of the nicer ones, which faced the Palace. It was located in the tip of the Southeast district, a high and impressive building named the Imperial Overlook Hotel, with a facade that was carved and painted in a cheery manner which she could only identify as typical for the Crystal Empire.

Through the glass doors Len was a bit surprised to find that the lobby was not the usually milling collection of vacationers. They were slightly displaced by a small squad of crystal-armored crystal pony Palace guards, all of them standing around Prince Shining Armor.

As usual, the prince was resplendent in his brocaded red uniform coat and heavy-clothed white uniform pants. Even with political status and noble rank he showed he was a soldier first and foremost. His medals shone and his ceremonial saber hung at his left side. He was softly conversing with one of the guards when he saw Len, prompting him to approach her.

“Ahh! Master Lenes of Cloudsdale, we heard you were on the way to the Crystal Empire,” Shining said.

It took Len a moment to realize that she was being spoken to; despite being an agent for an important multinational task force, she was still humble about her identity. “Prince Shining Armor, this is a surprise. To what do I owe this honor?”

“Your name is very well known, to those in the know, like heads of state,” Shining said with a chuckle, and a mock-serious tone.

“Yes, of course, your highness,” Len said with a short bow. “But... I'm not here for official business. I'm on vacation. I expected to be a tourist and look at things.”

“That's really no problem, you can do that too. But I had a very important matter I wanted to discuss,” Shining said, leaning in close and speaking in a quieter tone.

Len leaned in closer herself. “Of course, your highness. What is it?”

“Your reputation precedes you,” Shining said. “Your work with your group is praised highly and your skills are mentioned with a lot of pride.”

“I only do my duty,” Len said humbly. “It's what I must do, after all.

“It's more than that. You're one of the best instructors at the Cloudsdale Martial Arts Academy, itself the most prestigious institution of that sort,” Shining said.

“I'm very proud of that status. And thank you for noting such a thing, your highness,” Len said, a smile playing on her lips.

“You do a lot of things. But most impressively... the instruction in your particular skill,” Shining said with a softer tone, leaning in even more until his lips brushed ticklishly against her ear. “The ninjutsu which gives you your 'Master' status. There's a lot to be said for being a Prince. You get to find out things.”

Len nodded slowly, her ear flicking a bit as the lips tickled it. “It is my special talent, as my Cutie Mark says. Why do you mention it, your highness?”

“My guards are extremely well-trained. They're disciplined, strong and effective,” Shining said, with a bit of pride.

“So I know. They have a military stallion leading them, after all,” Len noted.

“But they could always be better,” Shining said. “They could have more advanced skills. At least some portion of them would be good as ninjas. Just for any secret operations I may need them for.”

Len considered for a moment, tail twitching slightly as she considered it. “You want me to train some of your guards in the art of ninjutsu? That's a lot to ask, your highness.”

“I know this is sudden, but I found out you would be here, and I figured I couldn't pass up the opportunity,” Shining said with a charming smile.

Len nodded slowly, fingers drumming on her thighs. “It was very good of you to think of me like this. It says you trust my capabilities. This is very sudden...”

“I understand, I understand,” Shining said quickly, “But please, this would be a wonderful opportunity for my guards.”

Len nodded slowly. “You really want this. There's just one issue. I can't just leave the Academy and come here to train. Your guards would have to join the Academy formally and move to Cloudsdale while they train,” Len said.

“I knew there might be a catch,” Shining said with a soft laugh. “I'll pick the best of my elites and send them off for the training in about two weeks. That should give them time to prepare.”

“Thank you for this opportunity, your highness,” Len said with a bow. “It will be an honor to train your guard.”

“Thank you for agreeing after I interrupted your vacation,” Shining said with a deep laugh. “Speaking of your vacation... did you have any sightseeing plans?”

“I really enjoyed watching the Crystal Heart,” Len said, “And there are the crystal berry fields, the jousting tournaments, the crystal flugelhorn concerts...”

Shining nodded. “All very good things,” he interrupted. “It's still new to me, too. But how would you like a rare opportunity?”

“You mean besides the personal training of elite guards?” Len asked.

“We have tours of certain palace areas, guided tours by maids and stewards. But how would you like a chance to get to see some private areas, and have a chance to meet my wife?”

Len was stunned into silence for a moment. Despite her status and her notoriety it seemed like a lot. “I don't have anything to wear to see the private parts of a palace.

“Cadance is very, very informal,” Shining said with a laugh. “She's like my sister. She likes folks to be happy, rather than overpowered.”

Len considered it, shrugging the knapsack off of her shoulder. “Let me put this away in my room and then I'll be right over.”

Shining smiled brighter. “I look forward to it. I'll leave some guards here, and they'll escort you to us.”

It took Len only a few moments to check in, throw her knapsack into her room and get back down to the lobby, finding three crystal pony guards waiting for her. One stood before her while the other two stood at her side, all four of them marching up to the grand and imposing crystal edifice.

The falling light of the sun slanted through the thick crystal walls of the palace. They weren't clouded or smoked, simply so thick they ended up translucent rather than as clear as they might have been. The diffused glow was magnificent, especially as the tone of the light changed.

With Celestia's sun dropping lower and lower the colors of the sky burned a brilliant golden orange, fading to a purple tone the lower and lower it sank. As the palace grew darker the magical lights came up, washing the crystal expanse with a warm, white glow that reflected and refracted from every facet and curve.

Len was led up several crystal staircases, ascending higher and higher up the paired cases given greater traction with the inclusion of red carpets that muffled the sounds of hoofsteps. Those carpets continued along the crystal corridors in the vicinity of the very top of the great crystalline spire.

The party of four arrived at a very warm and cozy receiving room, filled with Equestrian-made antiques, including a fancy rug, padded chairs and professional paintings of Equestrian landscapes. “Announcing Master Lenes, of Cloudsdale!” One of the guards cried as they entered.

Princess Cadance and Shining Armor had been standing and conversing, but turned to smile when Len was announced. Shining was dressed as he had been. Cadance was rather plainly dressed in a simple pink silk sheath dress that hugged her very generous figure, showing a deep cleavage and the swell of her hips, as well as her ample bottom.

“It's... Len. I don't like formality when it isn't necessary,” Len said.

“You were right, dear,” Cadance said aside to Shining. “She's very like your sister.”

“I told you. Very sweet and humble,” Shining said, grinning a little.

“Th-thank you, your highness,” Len said with a little grin.

“You know, she's so very nice to agree to this. It does take time away from any other plans she might have had, including official ones,” Cadance noted.

“That was exactly what I thought. It's why I invited her,” Shining said.

“This was very sudden, and very unnecessary,” Len said, humbly. “I agreed because it would be an honor.”

“An honor or not, you have a life, and official business,” Cadance said. “This is a bit of an imposition.”

“I would have gone through much more official, and slower, channels, but you were here,” Shining said. “It was fate. Or at least, it was something like it. I had to strike while I had the opportunity.”

“Striking when it is opportune is an important thing for a soldier,” Len said with a slow nod.

“And I wish the time was opportune for me,” Cadance sighed.

“What's the matter, dear?” Shining asked.

“I just remembered I have to look over some important correspondence from Canterlot and another set from the griffins. Then I have to consider the messages and write replies. I'll be busy for hours,” Cadance said with a head-shake.

“My apologies, your highness,” Len said. “Should I leave?”

“Oh no! I'll be occupied, but Shining is free,” Cadance said cheerfully, passing a quick wink to Shining. “I'm sure he can show you around and see you're entertained.

Shining returned the wink, out of Len's sight. “Of course, dear. A real shame, but these things happen.”

Cadance gave a grand nod of her head and another friendly, warm smile to Len. “It's only a shame I can't spend more time with you. But maybe we can meet later.” With that she slowly walked out of the room, trailed by the guards that had brought Len. Showing her rear revealed that a large diamond-shaped opening was open where her tail emerged and revealed some of the cleft of her derriere.

Len was left alone with shining, who was giving her a large smile, as well as his most charming gaze. “I'm sorry it worked out like this. But at least I extended the offer. I suppose the polite thing to do would be to offer you a friendly drink, sort of an early-night nightcap.”

Len considered the offer. It seemed a little personal. But she did find Shining very charming. He was quite the handsome pony, very like prince Blueblood, but with a much better personality. Plus he was a military stallion, and she was very familiar with that sort. “Thank you. That's very kind.”

“It's the polite thing to do. To thank you for the inconvenience,” Shining said. He opened up a cabinet and took out two tall, narrow wine glasses, and a bottle of wine. “Is red acceptable?” He asked, using his magic to pop the cork.

“I don't usually drink at all, but that will be fine. It's gracious of you just to offer it,” Len said, stepping over to take one of the glasses.

“It just needs to breathe for a little,” Shining explained, setting the open bottle aside.

Len chuckled behind her hand. “I've heard it before, but it still sounds funny.”

“Many things are a bit funny, but that's how they are,” Shining said with a matching chuckle. He slid a little closer to Len and slowly moved his eyes up and down her casually clad form. I must say... I've seen photos before but they really don't tell just how nice you look.”

Len slowly blinked, her head tilting just a touch. “Um... thank you?”

“It's not just a personal opinion,” Shining said quickly. “Cadance thinks so too. Being the Princess of Love she really notices things like that. She's sure you inspire powerful feelings in many ponies.”

Len turned her head aside, a humble expression on her face. “She's too kind. I'm just a peace-keeper.”

“But a very good example of one. You're a credit to your organization,” Shining said, taking the bottle of wine in his hands and pouring out a bit for himself and for Len. “A toast, to... friendly relations in the future.”

Still flustered by the flurry of compliments from Shining directly and by report from Cadance, Len wasn't thinking about any kind of entendre in the statement. She was focused exclusively on the coming training. “Yes, very friendly relations.” She brought her glass close and tapped it lightly against Shining's glass.

Shining brought the glass to his lips and slowly took a long sip of the rich, heady liquid. His burning eyes traced across Len's features, watching her throat bob up and down with each small, elegant swallow of wine. He brought the glass down and gave a soft sigh, taking a long, deep sniff over the top of the glass. “Isn't it lovely? You won't find anything like it in Central Equestria.”

Len likewise took a long sniff of the wine. “Yes... it's not like anything I've tasted before.”

“The secret is that Imperial vintners use a secret mix of grapes and crystal berries, and also make almost a brandy out of it by briefly freezing the wine out in the tundra,” Shining explained. “Oh, you've got a spot of red left. Let me get that...”

“No need your highn- mm!” Len's casual dismissal was cut off by Shining's lips. He led with his tongue, wiping up the lingering spot of red wine on her lower lip, the pink muscle slipping between her lips to rub against her teeth. His lips followed close behind, pressing against hers with some amount of carnal hunger, yet with just as much warmth and affection.

The kiss lingered on in silence. Len's shocked mumbling silenced as her mind caught up with the situation. She could enjoy the contact. Even if he was a married stallion he was doing it by his choice. Len was very open and accepting about affection when it was being offered. After all, she had her own significant other, but they had allowed each other to be open and affectionate with others.

Len's teeth parted at last and Shining's tongue dove right into her moist and welcoming maw. Her swirled his tongue around within, and flicked at the edges of her flat teeth. A soft moan poured from his mouth into hers as he tasted the last little traces of wine that lingered on her tongue.

Her own tongue was no slouch. With the way opened Len slipped her questing muscle into Shining's mouth. As befit a ninjutsu master, the tongue moved with sleek grace and dexterity. She whipped it around in his mouth, tracing the sides and underside of his tongue. She returned the moan with a soft panting added.

Saliva passed freely between the two. They were too careful to simply sloppily slobber all over their fronts; all the viscous spit passed through their lips, swapped by the pair of eager, writhing tongues. Each one got a good taste of the other, and the soft sounds of swallowing indicated that neither found the other unpleasant.

The kiss lingered on, giving Len a chance to slide her hands up and down Shining's back. His uniform was smooth, very pleasant under Len's touch and formed to his body well. She could feel the shifting of strong muscles in his back, the subtle flex and twist of changing postures.

She was uninhibited, and free to loose the lust she normally kept very controlled. There was a time and place for everything, and she had fond a good time to be wanton. After admiring the steely back muscles for a time her deft hands slid down to settle on Shining's muscular backside. He was not without a rear end but he was a strong stallion, the glutes toned and exercised into two tight and subtle swells that her strong fingers could barely dig into through his pants.

Shining took his cue from Len, ceasing to trace teasing fingers up and down along her spine and quite openly planting both palms down on her rear. His broad, strong fingers were spread out wide, and covered the expanse of her lush cheeks. She was in excellent shape, but she retained her feminine softness. She was actually quite well-built, with her beautifully flared hips and ample seat.

Shining stroked slowly and smoothly up and down the rounded expanse, feeling out as much subtle detail as he could through the shorts. His fingers pulled in, pressing into the soft flesh. There was plenty of give, but even through the cloth he felt there was some iron-like muscle beneath the padding of plumpness. He was holding someone who had sex appeal and strength in roughly equal proportion.

The examining gropes having lingered with the kiss both pulled apart with a soft 'pop' and a small gasp. Their tongues slipped back to their mouths, briefly visible, as was the small strand of saliva that connected their bottom lips before it snapped.

“I take it Princess Cadance is not enough for you,” Len said softly, with a teasing tone.

“Cadance is wonderful. I love her, and I love her body,” Shining said, his eyes shining with adoration. “But she said, since she's the Princess of Love she won't mind if I have fun with another mare, so long as I don't hurt them.”

Len gave a lopsided grin and shook her head. “Aren't there easier ways than some fake story about guards..?”

“Oh that was real,” Shining noted. “I'll pick a squad and give them their orders and dispensations. But I also have always wanted to do this with you, seeing all those images of you in action.”

Len thrust a hip out and pushed out her chest, kissing the air while she gave Shining a smoldering look. “You're too kind, your highness...”

“Just 'Shining,'” Shining said. “This is not a very formal situation. Regular names are just fine with me.”

“Well then... Shining, what did you intend to do with me?” Len asked, her hands slowly running over her form, pressing in on her breasts and letting them bounce beneath her tank top, then gliding along her tight stomach and over the flare of her wide hips.

Shining's response was the undo the heavy cloth belt the secured his uniform pants. The slight rattle of metal jingled like a bell, drawing attention to the area. The effect of the kiss and groping was easy to read in the bulging swell at Shining's crotch.

His hands slid along his pants, untucking his shirt and leaving him a bit less militarily perfect. He allowed the pants to drop, and he quickly stepped out of them, showing off what was beneath. The straining rise at the front of his underwear could not distract from the comedy of them. He was wearing boxers, that ended just above the knee and which were printed with hearts. Crystal hearts. In fact, a panoply of copies of his wife's Cutie Mark.

“You really do love your wife,” Len said with a laugh. Her hands came down to grope and stroke over the swollen bulge in the boxers. “And she must love this.”

Shining grunted softly and thrust his hips into the touch, trembling a little bit as the firm and deft hands stroked the ample maleness concealed by the novelty underwear. “Yeah! She loves it all. She has since she was my little sister's foalsitter.”

“A long relationship. No wonder you're comfortable with doing this,” Len said softly, grinding her palms over the trembling cloth bulge and being rewarded with a little mark of wetness.

“Let me... let me just...” Shining stepped backwards out of his pants, taking his concealed erection from Len's grip. He hooked his thumbs into the band of his boxers and pulled them forward, then down. His thick flesh popped free and bounced almost comically in the air.

The length of stallion flesh was a dark pink in color, standing proudly out of his white sheath. The surface was mostly smooth, with only a few standing veins throbbing softly with his heartbeat. The medial ring was quite robust, and the crown was very broad. His slit dripped heavily with a free flow of his musky and heady precum. Little twitches of his hips made it bounce in the air, and also jostled his low-hanging white sac, which looked quite full with his potent testes.

Len looked at the equipment for a moment, her tongue just subtly sliding across her lips. “Very nice, Shining. One of the better ones I've seen.”

“Your turn,” Shining playfully said. “I'm keeping the jacket on, but you should strip down all the way.”

“I like that. Your military decorations add a lot to this,” Len cooed, slowly sliding her loose tank top up and off of her. She revealed she was not wearing a bra, her gray breasts falling and bouncing heavily. She really did have a wonderful chest, soft and full and hanging just a little, to show how natural they were.

Shining took a loose grip on his erection, two fingers above and two below his medial ring. He gave a slow, light stroke, moving only as far as the spread of his fingers would allow. He worked his dribbling precum into the pulsing, pinkish flesh, and gave a light moan at the sight of Len's exposed chest. “You really take care of yourself...”

Len stroked her hands up the generous swells of her chest, gripping the bottom of each and giving them a soft squeeze, a huff of pleasure emerging. She slowly rubbed her thumbs across the thick, rosy peaks of her nipples, giving them soft flicks. “Part of my job,” Len breathed, smoothly sauntering her way across to Shining and holding up her breasts.

Shining ducked his head down and pressed his snout up against the soft and rounded expanse. His velvety muzzle ground down along the turgid nipple. His lips nibbled gently over the tip while his tongue dragged along the pebbled flesh. His hands came up and caressed the sides of Len's bust, pushing the breasts together firmly.

Len released a soft, quivering moan, letting her hands fall away from her chest and leaving Shining holding the soft flesh. She drew her hands up his jacket-covered arms and over his face, ending the motion but gently cupping his cheeks. “Cadance must really love you back...” she sighed out softly.

“She... really does... love me...” Shining said, his words being interrupted by his long, smooth strokes. His tongue flicked at each nipple in turn, as Len had been doing with her thumbs. His lips lightly squeezed the nipples, and he sucked on them with a gentle, warm strength.

“I'll get a little of that love too,” Len said softly, taking her hands from Shining's cheeks and moving them top her hips. She caressed the wide curves, hooking her thumbs slowly into the waist of her shorts. A few teasing tugs and shimmies prefaced her smoothly sliding the garments down her long, powerful legs.

She had taken her underwear with the shorts, leaving her bared. Her backside had a generous curve and stood out deliciously. She slapped a hand firmly down on one cheek to send a sharp smack ringing around the small room. Shining pulled his attention away from Len's breasts long enough to give her ass a quick glance. “Very nice.”

Len grinned and planted a hand on Shining's chest, pulling her breasts out of his grip and away from his nuzzling snout. She gave him a firm push that caught him just off-guard enough to send him back towards a chair. “Have a seat, Shining. I think I know a good way to thank you for this chance...”

Shining sat down heavily in the plush chair, resting his hands on the arms. His erection stood stiffly up from his crotch, pulsing with his heartbeat and spitting fitful spurts of precum with nearly every twitch. He gave a slow, sensual roll of his hips, thrusting his rod forward and up. “Come on, then. Show me your appreciation...”

Len took a moment to gather herself, her wings spreading wide and slowly flapping. She rose from the ground and hovered her way toward Shining, eying his flat crown with desire. Her legs were slightly ticked and spread, showing a glistening dew as she hovered herself over Shining's erection.

Wordlessly she turned around in the air and let herself slowly lose altitude, trusting on her lustful memory to keep her in the right position. The first touch of the rigid pole made her gasp and moan softly. The mushroom-shaped head ground and pushed at her wet, warm lips, smearing and mingling her honey and his precum. She adjusted herself on the tip, getting herself set just right.

“Cadance does that too...” Shining moaned, fingers digging into the chair arms. “She just flaps up, lines up and she dr- Ah!” His moaning words were cut off by Len suddenly doing as he was saying. Her wings tucked in and she simply fell. A moaning cry came from both as her well-aligned sex swallowed the thick and throbbing pole of stallion flesh.

Simple gravity and Len's own weight dropped her down to Shining's medial ring, which kissed her clit with a firm nudge as she came to rest. Her hips bucked, as did Shining's, causing the ring to part her lips and pull back out again, giving her clit another firm flick. The drooling of mare juice showed that to be quite a wonderful action.

Shining squeezed the chair arms once more, a hissing moan seething from between his clenched teeth as the warmth and wetness surrounded half his length. After catching his breath he took a few more thrusts, shallow and light, mostly succeeding in bouncing Len's body on his shaft. He released the chair arms and brought his hands around, under her arms, to cup and gently squeezes at her breasts.

Len's hooves gingerly touched the cushion of the chair, giving her some leverage to allow her to bounce on the stiff length. Her inner walls trembled, pulled and squeezed on Shining, almost kneading his spitting erection. She bounced with his thrusts, working herself up as he pulled back and falling once more as he thrusts up.

The medial ring fully passed her lips and stretched out her passage that little bit more, with a comparable girth to Shining's generous tip. Her inner walls pulled, rolling and massaging over the gently pulsing piece of meat, drawing it in and milking it for the warm squirts of musky precum.

More bouncing and concentrated attempts to push down on the fat pole sent Len down it slowly but steadily. Her groaning and sighing matched Shining's in lustful sincerity if not volume. His panting moans came in time with the flexing of his fingers on Len's breasts, and seemed to match the intensity, from barely happening to tightly squeezing, his thumbs almost in constant motion, flicking across her stiff nipples.

Shining did nothing to contribute to the insertion, feeling very content with the fluid pouring down the portion of his erection which was outside of Len's sex, as well as the working of his crown and medial ring. His hips made shallow jabs that mostly created a cycle, pushing a small bit in and then pulling the bit back again. It was a rolling combined with a thrust, which jostled is heavy sac between his legs and made it bounce heavily on the padding of the chair.

Len was pleased by the jostling motion, and savoring the sensation of girthy penetration but was not satisfied with the depth. She wanted more. She slapped her hands down on the arms of the chair, took a firm grip and pulled. A sharp keening of pleasure emerged from her, downing out Shining's cry of surprise as she shoved more of her wet, hot passage around the pulsing pole.

She sank down lower and lover, swallowing up the inches that remained outside of her. She released a pleased and triumphant grunt of delight when her wide and soft ass made loud contact with Shining's lap. She ground her ample hindquarters down against Shining, thrusting forward and pushing back, working his length like like an arcade joystick while her walls caressed and compressed it with the strength of her mounting climactic desire.

Shining bounced Len's breasts in his hands a few more times before letting them fall to hang and bounce naturally. He moved his grip to her hips, sliding his fingers between her thighs and his and taking a strong hold of her muscular legs. He used the hold to slide her up on his erection then to pull her back down, while his hips rolled up, the combined motions making lap meet butt cheeks with a firm and resounding smack.

The sharp and lewd slap of strong stallion thighs hitting fleshy mare ass increased in volume and frequency as Len joined in the action. She pushed on the arms of the chair to aid her rise and pulled extra hard to help Shining pull her down and encounter his forceful thrusts. She ground and wiggled her rear against him when she was at the bottom of the contact, letting herself get comfortably settled before she was pulled back up.

“Ah, Shining!” Len groaned out, her sex rolling and trembling, almost fluttering along his tool. “I'm getting... getting...”

“Yes! Oh, same here! So good, so warm and soft...” Shining moaned back, his thrusts getting sharper, stiffer and more insistent, changing the tone of the impact from deep thumps to high whacks.

It was a race to a double finish, a race which Len won. With a final slap she threw her head back and let out a high, screaming cry of delight. Her honey squirted from her stuffed sex, spraying Shining's lap, his balls and some of the chair. Her inner walls clamped down like a vise, almost compacting his cock and making any further thrusts a challenge.

Shining met the challenge, huffing and seething through his teeth as her dragged his erection a few inches out and a few inches back in again through Len's orgasmically tightened sex. It was a struggle but he did it to crest his own wave of pleasure. The milking, the squirting and the squeezing capped his desperate thrusts and set him over the edge.

He blew with a tremendous whinny, his dew-coated stones pulled up against his body as he trembling organ unloaded hot blobs of stallion seed. The sticky wads of cum spattered freely over Len's insides, hanging in stringy streamers over her passage, covering the face of her cervix when he squirted hard enough.

Shining slumped back in the chair, panting and moaning deep in his chest, his eyes looking pleasure-drunk, his jaw hanging a little slack. Len, likewise, slumped down following the completion of her climax. A pleasant tingle still ran through her extremities, as she settled comfortably against Shining's broad and solid chest.

Shining spoke at last, as a thought struck him. “Are you taking a pill or have you charted your fertility or something?”

“Don't worry,” Len said, reassuringly patting Shining's thigh. “Through a nice bit of magic only my boyfriend can get me pregnant. That way I don't have to bother with pills or worry about condoms.”

Shining leaned his head back and let out a soft huff. 'That's great. I mean, I knew would would have stopped me if there had been an issue but...”

“It's better to be sure,” Len finished, with a tired laugh. “I get that a lot.”

“Let me show you to a guest bedroom...” Shining said, attempting to get up but finding himself too drained to shift Len's body. “In a minute or so.”

“I have a hotel room, you know,” Len said with a bit of amusement. “My things are in there.”

“I'll have your things brought over tomorrow,” Shining insisted. “The least we could do is offer you a room in here. We'll even give you the balance on your hotel.”

“This is really good of both of you,” Len said, a laugh working through her words. “Cadance is very generous, offering me the use of her husband as well as a guest room.”

Shining returned the laugh, a sly smile spreading over his features. “She's the Princess of Love. I'm sure she'll find a way to show you how generous she can be.”

The Second Night

Len awoke after her night with Shining Armor feeling relaxed and invigorated. She was sprawled out, nude, on a guest bed in one of the nicer guest rooms, the ones reserved for visiting dignitaries.

The bed was of the canopy variety, most of the body being composed of carved crystal. The sheets were edged in gold, while the rest was soft cotton. The mattress was not a spring type, but was rather a down-stuffed variety. The canopy, as was appropriate for something inside a government structure, was in fact, a huge version of the Crystal Empire Flag.

The rest of the room was fairly bare, but pleasant. What furniture was in there was made of carved crystal with silver accents. There was a six-drawer chest of drawers, two nightstands, a decorative round table with a vase on it, and a few crystal-framed paintings of various scenes from the Imperium. Completing the look was a colorful rug.

Len noted, with some joy, that her knapsack had been placed on the round table, while the clothes she had been wearing during her encounter with Shining had been folded up and set on the chest of drawers. Her hooffalls echoed around the modestly sized room as she slipped out of bed and dug through her knapsack. She attired herself with a fresh pair of white panties, a pair of white shorts and a matching white tank top. It was a bit casual but she had been told that was fine.

As she adjusted her attire and ran a brush through her mane a firm knock rang out.

“Master Lenes, are you awake?” Cried a sonorous voice from the other side of the door.

“I am, and dressed,” Len said, opening the door to reveal a crystal pony guard with a spear in his hand.

“Their majesties have requested your presence at the breakfast table,” the guard said. “I am to escort you.”

“They don't do anything halfway, do they?” Len asked with a laugh, as she walked out of the room.

“Their majesties are quite committed to hospitality,” the guard explained as he walked along in front of Len. “Their guests are treated with as much friendly kindness as they can give, with special guests given special privileges.”

“You mean like a diplomatic bedroom?” Len asked, with a hint of mirth.

“You are considered a diplomat-level guest,” the guard noted. “You are from another nation and you represent an organization that will be doing something of great import for the Imperium.”

“I sure did something of great import for some part of the Imperium...” Len said softly while a grin.

The path they took wound through numerous crystal halls, which glowed a brilliant orange from the effect of the early morning light refracting through the substance of the palace. The color of the crystal glow had changed into something a bit more yellowish-white by the time she had been led to the private dining room.

As with the rest of the palace the furniture was made of crystal, covered with high-quality cloth. Princess Cadance and Shining were sitting together at one side of the short, rectangular table, rather than at the heads. The married couple looked quite cozy and close, with their heads leaned close together as they sat on a single padded bench.

Cadance was in a low-cut pink dress, sans straps and zippers and buttons. It seemed like a well-formed tube that hugged her generous figure. There was a white ruffle around the opening at the top, which seemed to draw attention to the rather ample amount of cleavage revealed. Shining was seemingly in the same outfit as the other day, his red coat and white pants, though it was likely he simply had a closet full of those.

“Ah, Len, welcome!” Cadance said cheerfully, waving in an enthusiastic manner towards the arriving pegasus.

“Good morning, Len, did you sleep well?” Shining asked. “You were a little groggy when I brought you there, I didn't even get to see how you felt about the room.”

“I don't usually sleep on big beds like that,” Len confessed, stepping over to one of the chairs opposite of the royals. “My bed is a tatami mat and a firm, small pillow to cup my head.”

“You're our guest, Len,” Cadance said grandly, “You deserve plenty of special treatment, and other allowances,” she added with a knowing, and quick, wink.

Len offered her own quick wink back. “You're a very generous host Pri- Cadance. You've offered me so many... wonderful things while I've been here.”

“And it's only breakfast,” Shining said, with a deep chuckle. “You should see what's coming.”

Len tilted her head curiously. “Just what does that mean? Does that mean I'm going to get some sort of... encore or other repeat performance?”

“Something like a repeat performance,” Shining began.

“Just with a cast change,” Cadance finished, both ponies giving a bright, cheery laugh.

Confusion crossed Len's face but she decided to pass on commentary. “I look forward to it. For now...”

“Yes, for now...” Cadance said, lighting her horn to ring a distant bell, the sound echoing off the crystal walls. “I hope you don't mind roasted oats with cut crystal berries and milk.”

“I have simple meals normally, and this seems... quite basic. Not as lavish as I imagined from what I've seen of royalty,” Len said.

“I used to be a simple pony. Remember, I was a foalsitter,” Cadance said.

“And I was in the military. Boiled oats and hardtack were the order of the day,” Shining added. “We both still eat like that in the morning when the fancy ponies aren't here to affect what we do.”

“I suppose that you will enjoy this meal,” Cadance said, looking over as the kitchen staff brought in several covered platters.

The crystal ponies whipped off the silver covers to show large, crystal bowls filled with still-steaming roasted grain covered with warm milk, and topped with a mixture of several colors of cut crystal berries. Also on the platters were silver spoon and forks.

“Will your majesties and guest be having coffee, cocoa, tea, crystal berry juice or water?” One of the mares asked.

“Shining and I will be having cocoa, lukewarm,” Cadance said with a nod.

“And, well... I've never had crystal berry juice before. It was nice in the wine. I think I'll have that,” Len said.

“Very good,” the mare said with a bow and a smile. “Enjoy your meal, the beverages will be around shortly.”

“I've been with other royalty before,” Len noted, looking around the dining hall. “But this is so much more casual and pleasant.”

“I can imagine which royalty you mean,” Shining said, getting a surprised titter from his wife. “He's a bit of a pain, isn't he? Nice to know some things never change.”

“Yes, but he has stamina,” Len said, hiding a smile. “Not enough to do actual work or defend himself but he at least had some when I needed him to have it.”

The three went quiet as they ate, sparing only thanks for the servants who brought in the beverages. During the simple meal Len kept flicking her eyes up to Cadance and Shining. They routinely fed each other, often using magic to lovingly and playfully smear crystal berry pieces over their lips. They seemed perfectly in love, just like Shining had said. The actions of the previous night hadn't changed anything.

“Will you be doing any sightseeing today, Len?” Cadance asked.

“I thought about it. I didn't get to see much yesterday. I arrived late in the day and, well...” Len trailed off wish a grin.

“Yes, we invited you over and interrupted your vacation. Despite the good intentions it was a little rude,” Cadance said, looking mock-chastised.

“I don't mind at all!” Len insisted. “This was so very kind of you both.”

“Still, I would like for you to see nice things,” Cadance said. “You could tour the earldoms that make up the largest administrative areas below the Imperium in total. Glittering Vale is the prettiest one and has the largest agricultural yield. But there's not much to do besides look at the splendor, splash around in or sail on a few lakes, buy local produce or tour the Earl's manor. That gets troublesome because the Earl and his wife have seven children... and another on the way.”

“I didn't really want to leave the Imperial city. It's big enough as it is,” Len confessed. 'I was just going to walk the districts.”

“That's very true,” Shining said with a nod. “The districts have their charm, and being an Equestrian I always find it very interesting to go and see the culture that they have.”

“There is an alternative, if we may be slightly more gracious,” Cadance said.

“And what is that?” Len asked.

“You'll probably go see the usual things. Jousting, crystal flugelhorn playing, petting zoos with tiny ewes, all of that. Why not just show you all of that here?” Cadance asked.

“You have all of those things here?” Len inquired.

“We're the palace,” Cadance said with a laugh. “We have all the best versions of those things. Royal guards jousting, the finest crystal flugelhorn band, the softest and most petite sheep. Why not let us entertain you today?”

“Tonight it'll just be one of us,” Shining said into his cocoa, a perverse grin on his face. Cadence nudged him firmly and giggled behind her hand.

Len had missed the comment. She took a few more bites of her oats and nodded. “I don't mind walking around and exploring, seeing all the little nooks and crannies of a new city. But I'd be foolish to turn down a generous offer.”

When breakfast had been concluded Len, Cadance and Shining went off to the palace grounds. Unlike in Canterlot, where the ground were enclosed by the palace itself, the crystal nature of the ground and the 'open' nature of the construction left no room for that. Rather, the upper reaches of the palace contained several circular balcony-like spaces of great size.

Though made of the same material as the rest of the palace they were very deep, and filled with soil which had been sown with grass and other seeds. Surrounding the spaces were sturdy metal-braced fences that allowed for viewing out but didn't allow even small foals to slip out. There were several such spaces, each with a different purposes. Aside from a lush pleasure garden, and a private crystal berry orchard, one was dedicated to jousting, one was an open-air petting zoo, and another was an outdoor concert space.

Len was quite impressed with it all. Despite having been in Canterlot and seen the beautiful, ancient architecture, the glittering crystal surroundings added extra impact to the novelty of being so high in the air yet having solid ground beneath her hooves. For a pegasus it was surprising and yet amusing to her.

Len was taken through the various giant balconies, and allowed ample time to enjoy each one in turn.

She strolled slowly through the lush garden, while the gardeners described the plants that she had never seen before. In the small orchard she was allowed to freely pluck mature crystal berries from the bushes and pop them into her mouth, savoring the taste of the fresh fruit.

On the jousting balcony the whole thing was done much like it was on the ground. The armored guards were drawn along towards one another with ropes and pulleys attached to fancifully decorated wooden 'mounts' carved like mythical figures. Several rounds of guards came at each other, lances clanging against shields, armored bodies hitting the grass-padded ground with a laugh.

The petting zoo was visited last, late in the day. The slowly sinking sun added a golden-purple glow to the whole scene. The edges of the wool on the sheep took on that tone as the light passed through the openings of the fence around the balcony. Len enjoyed herself with the cheery, bleating miniature sheep, letting her fingers linger as she ran them through the curls of their coats.

“That was quite a wonderful day,” Len said, happily strolling along the corridors of the palace between Cadance and Shining.

“I'm glad you're not upset about losing out on a day of exploring the Imperial City,” Cadance said.

“Oh this was wonderful,” Len said cheerfully. “I got the chance to see even more hidden things that others never get the chance to witness.”

“Speaking of that...” Shining said, indicating that they had arrived at Len's bedroom.

“Oh, yes... well, it's less of a surprise tonight but that means that I can look forward to what's going to happen,” Len said, opening the door. “I look forward to seeing what you do tonight.”

Cadance and Shining shared a warm, deep kiss. Their arms slowly twined around each other, pressing tightly front-to-front. Soft, warm moans rumbled from their mouths, and their cheeks just slightly bulged as their tongues teased and explored territory well-known to each other. Their mouths parted and they slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled apart, holding each others' hands. They parted then, Cadance slowly and seductively sauntering her way through the open door and into the guest room.

“See you in the morning, dearest,” Cadance said, huskily, winking at Shining.

“Have lots of fun, dear,” Shining said, blowing a kiss to his wife. He then turned and strolled off.

Len looked a bit confused by the turn of events, closing the door after she watched Shining wander off. “I... I don't understand.”

“We share love with those we think worthy,” Cadance said, leaning against one of the crystal canopy posts. “And we both share it, about equally.”

“Oh...” Len looked down, mouth moving as she tried to gather her thoughts. “This is... this is more than generous of you, your majesty...”

“Please. Cadance, remember?” Cadance said, gently and lovingly.

“Yes, Cadance... but... I am... am not... I mean, I don't like... well... I am not inclined towards mares...” Len said, haltingly and with an unaccustomed quietness.

Cadance stood there, her look turning firm, stern and imperious. “Are you saying that you reject me?”

Len winced at the direct accusation, as well as the rough timbre of Cadance's voice. “N-no! I don't reject... you... I just, I mean...” She was uncommonly flustered by the whole matter, but it was beyond her usual experiences.

Cadance held her petulant look for a moment longer before the masquerade cracked and her mouth twitched upward. A tittering splutter left her lips, followed by a more proper giggle. Eventually she dissolved into tremendous laughter, wiping at her eyes as she watched Len's look turn from flustered to confused. “You should have seen your face! Oh, priceless... oh my...”

“Wh-what was that?' Len asked, somewhere between incredulous and upset.

“Oh forgive me, I like having a bit of harmless fun now and then,” Cadance said, waving a hand dismissively.

“That was... well that was a strange thing to see from a princess, though I know that Celestia has her moments...” Len said as she stroked her chin.

“I'm still a filly compared to them, but you're right, Princess Celestia loves her practical jokes now and again,” Cadance admitted with a lingering laugh. “Still, sorry if I really upset you.”

“But it's true, y- Cadance” Len said, taking a calming breath and regaining her composure. “I do like your company, and you were very kind today, but... I like males.”

“Now, do you like males or do you like what's between their legs?” Cadance asked, with a naughty and playful tone. “Because there are ways to manage that sort of thing.”

“Oh, you mean..?” Len asked, motioning with her head to try and make her implication clear. “I... I never liked those sorts of toys. They just... they have nothing to them. So warmth and feeling, no real passion. N-not that I don't think you couldn't be passionate with one, but there's an emptiness even when using it well.”

“Oh I quite agree,” Cadance said with a nod. “I can't stand those things. I'm the princess of love, so I understand why they exist. And frankly, for some they serve very well. I like passionate happiness and some ponies have managed to make them an important part of their sexuality. But they're not for me.”

“So... what did you mean by managing that sort of thing?” Len asked, slowly tilting her head. “Did you plan to call in a guard or two to give us a few to play with?”

“I planned on only one being played with,” Cadance said, cryptically, a smile dancing on her features. “But first, I wanted to ask you a question. Do you think I look alright? Setting aside your lack of desire for a mare, could you see yourself sexually engaged if I was very close to you while you got that... stallion part that you like?”

Len really considered the question, as her eyes traced over Cadance's figure. She had the perfect look of feminine grace about her, as was befitting for the Princess of Love. Her figure was ample; not corpulent but generous, well-fed and curvaceous, all of it natural and sculpted by, perhaps, some degree of magic but more careful tending of her features. “I think you're very beautiful. And I wouldn't mind you being here while she shared a stallion. I've shared like that before.”

“You're very honest, and generous. I like that in a mare,” Cadance said with a soft laugh and a light wink. “Well, before all that, let me just...” She concentrated, her horn glowing and magic surging. With a flash of light her ruffle-topped, tube-like pink dress vanished.

Her soft and generous breasts bounced out into stark view, lingering jiggles running through them as they swayed and jostled in their freedom. Her rather full and thrust-out rear end was visible with the very slightest turn of her body, a proper complement to her prodigious hips, whose width and easy motion suggested 'birthing' very clearly. She kept some measure of modesty with a pair of pink silk panties, rather fittingly decorated with Shining Armor's Cutie Mark right at the front.

Len stared, somewhat taken aback by the casual revelation, not to mention the very beautiful pink expanse of fecund equinity that was revealed with the vanishing of the dress. She also noted the panties and their mark. “Shining has underwear with your mark...” Len said, unsure about anything else to say beyond that.

“I know, we got them from a special-order design house in Canterlot,” Cadance said with a laugh. “Couple underwear. It's silly but... I feel like it really means something.” She slowly hooked her thumbs into the straps on the side of her panties and dragged them down, letting them drop once they were past the widest part of her hips.

“Well, he certainly seems very devoted to you,” Len noted. “And you seem devoted to him, if you both can share like this. I am the same, so I understand.”

“We much prefer to be honest with one another,” Cadance said, her horn glowing once more, the aura covering Len's clothing. With another flash of light they all vanished, appearing neatly folded on the ground by the bed. The princess dragged her gaze over the exposed form. “We love each other, deeply, with all our hearts. But we can share a certain carnal affection with very special folk, so long as we're being careful about contraception and disease.”

Len stroked her hands somewhat self-consciously over her body. She was in possession of a beautiful figure. But she was not as good at Cadance, and it was obvious. “So are you summoning a noblestallion, or is Shining actually coming back?”

Cadance giggled and gave a cryptic wink. “Oh no. I can do this myself.” Her horn glowed, brighter than before, and with a far deeper pink color.

Magical waves washed over Cadance's body, rippling and rolling along her arms, legs and into her core. The magic concentrated in her belly then sank down in an ever-contracting glow at the meeting point of her thighs. Her plump-lipped sex bulged and morphed, flesh growing and shifting. Her clit expanded and was enclosed in a sheath of flesh, which grew into a most impressive length and thickness, larger than Shining's had been. The fattened curves of her mound drooped into an ample pink sac, which hung heavy with extra-large testes, again larger than Shining's own.

Cadance sighed deeply and moaned as her hands caressed over her trembling body, over the wobbling breasts and across the thick, erect peaks of her nipples, down her rounded tummy and onto the new equipment. Her moan came out as a gasp, fingers pressing into the trembling tube of meat and stroking up and down. The dark pink tip slid up past the lip of the sheath, the head already looking slightly flared and glistening with musky fluid.

Len stared, first in uncertain curiosity then with open awe, jaw dropped by the end of action. “That... that is some impressive magic...”

“I told you I wouldn't need toys,” Cadance teased. “And that you'd only get one male organ. It's all I need.”

“Have you done this a lot?” Len asked, still in a bit of shock.

“A few times. I learned the spell because I thought it might be useful for understanding the sexual pleasure of males. It is, and it's a lot of fun!” Cadance chirped with a giggle. “The experiences of male arousal and orgasm are so different. It's wonderful.”

“I think I'll be fine with this...” Len said, a smile playing across her muzzle at last. She strolled forward and placed a hand on the lowest part of Cadance's swinging balls, giving a gentle squeeze before tracing her fingers up and sliding over the thick and moving sheath.

A deep, low moan poured from Cadance's mouth as her pole surged up, a few inches of solidity coming to the pink length. She reached out to pull Len closer, to grind her growing erection on Len's soft fur. “Shining said you were quite talented.”

“I have my moments...” Len whispered, leaning up to plant a kiss on Cadance's lips. She still wasn't into mares. And it felt unusual to lock lips with another woman. However, she was willing to give it a try; after all, Cadance had gone to the trouble of using a very fun magical spell to give her what she wanted. She tasted the crystal berries on Cadance's tongue, her own twisting around and around in Cadance's mouth.

The hug was odd and awkward, given that both mare had their breasts grinding and sliding against each other. Moans poured into each others' mouths from the grind of nipples against each other, Cadance's being higher and more deeply pleasured thanks to the additional grind of her new endowment.

Hands caressed down both backs, dancing along spines, sliding along the small of their backs. Len pushed her belly out and ground slowly over the fattening sheath, pleasuring the emerging, precum-moistened shaft. She broke the kiss with a gasp and shiver, as the erection grew to a robust size. “I think you're bigger than your husband...”

“It's the magic I can pour into the spell,” Cadance said quietly, panting a bit following the deep kiss. “He doesn't seem to mind. If anything it makes him proud, that his wife is so powerful. Another part of his charm.”

Len let out a sudden, sharp laugh that broke the sensual mood. “You really have Prince Charming, and he wasn't a prince to start with,” she said, pressing her belly more solidly against the bulging sheath and throbbing shaft.

Cadance laughed right along with Len, slowly rolling her hips to grind the firming shaft against her smooth fur. “I think we were all destined to be something. I'm just glad I could make him Prince Charming, he deserves it.”

Len reached down with both hands, each one gingerly grasping a testicle and giving them a slow, sensual stroke. “He was very gracious and generous. Did he give you the details?”

“Of course, he told me every single thing, before we made love,” Cadance said with a dreamy sigh and languid sweep of her arms. She used the motion to embrace Len securely, strong but dainty fingers grasping Len's soft ass and pulling her up.

“Ah! I guess this will make for another good story,” Len breathed, tucking her head and nipping lightly at Cadance's throat, nibbling at the sensitive areas.

“Of course. That's the other part of sharing,” Cadance said, using her princessly strength to lift Len effortlessly up, carrying her across to the bed and laying her out on it. “We have no secrets. No sneaking around and skulking in the dark.”

“I admire you and Shining,” Len softly said, lifting herself up enough to plant another kiss on Cadance's lips. It was shorter than before, but as strong. She then fell back and allowed herself to splay out on the bed. “I didn't say it, but this is my favorite position, because I get to feel...”

“... Balls slapping on on your ass,” Cadance finished, dropping Len a wink. “That's why it's my favorite too. Something about feeling Shining's big stones thumping on me really gets me hot and bothered.”

“I should have guessed you'd understand,” Len said with a laugh, watching as Cadance straddled her body. It was an odd thing to witness, with Cadance's large breasts hanging pendulously down and swaying about, yet also with her stiff and enormous erection jutting from between her wide, birthing hips. Len's hands stroked up Cadance's arms to loosely grab her slim shoulders and squeeze a bit. “You're the Princess of Love after all.”

Cadence slowly lowered the front of her body, heavy chest squishing pleasantly into Len's own, subtle motions moving the breasts around and transferring jiggles through them. She kissed Len gently and stroked a cheek along her own. “I know just how to give pleasure. Now let me show you...”

Len's legs had already lifted, her hooves pointed vaguely towards the ceiling. When Cadance announced her intentions she turned them toward one another and wrapped them just above the swells of Cadance's hips. She crossed them at the ankle, leaving her clinging to the princess' body. A pull of her legs indicated when to begin.

The broad and flat expanse of Cadance's crown mashed strongly against Len's moist and primed sex, her clit flicked gently with the edge of the mushroom tip every so often. A strong roll of Cadance's hips forced the throbbing flesh more firmly against the waiting lips.

The strength of an alicorn again came into play as Cadance bore down on Len's waiting passage. She shoved the cockhead more firmly against the puffy and dewy lips, causing them at last to part. Len groaned loudly, her head thrown back and tossed a bit.

As she had estimated, Cadance was better hung than her husband. Shining's session of lovemaking had giving her a bit of preparation from the encounter, but it was still a stretch. The method of entry also dragged out the proceedings and made it all the more sensuous. She had dropped herself onto Shining, with some speed. Cadance was atop her, and slowly using muscular strength alone to push the pony pole down her passage.

Len's hands slid up under Cadance's arms and settled on her back, right over her shoulder blades and beneath Cadance's wings. The wing anchors were actually stroked by the space between Len's thumb and forefinger. She pressed her fingers into Cadance's back, gently raking with her manicured nails. She was unlikely to break the skin but her finger strength would ensure the furrows in the fur had some discoloration beneath.

The fingertips really dug in when Cadance's insistent shoving finally paid dividends. The thick expanse of pony meat finally parted Len's lips and thrust a few shallow inches into her warm and clutching sex. The walls pressed in tightly and trembled along the pulsing length. The rolling muscles pulled on the piece of meat, trying to draw it down deep.

Cadance moaned softly and panted against Len's neck, giving it a soft nip of her own, followed by a lick and a kiss at the same spot. “Your training has been good to you,” Cadance whispered, her hips giving a languid roll to bury another few inches of her shaft. She was unhurried, letting herself savor the sensation of warmth and wetness over each new segment before she drove another bit of flesh down into Len's eager, swallowing depths.

“I've learned to be strong, as well as sexual,” Len whispered in reply, nuzzling at Cadance's lovely coiffure. Len pulled on her legs, using her training-gained strength to try and push Cadance's tool deep into her. But it was no use. Nature and magic had been kind to Cadance; though Len had worked out for hours a day for years on end and was pulling on the full plumpness of a generous ass and birthing hips, Cadance didn't budge, except to roll her hips back before giving another smooth thrust downward.

Cadance let her medial ring form the barrier between her being slow and her being more carnally speedy. Once the ridge of flesh had passed Len's lips she gave a sharp stab of her hips, driving down a short amount, then continued with it, working at a steady sawtooth pace, pulling back out but driving more in each time.

Lusty moans and cries of passion mingled with the wet squish and squelch of the drilling. Cadance's back arched and her head was thrown up as she reached for the absolute depths. Her wings flared out grandly as her crotch slapped solidly against Len's, and her testicles likewise made a meaty thwack against the squirming pegasus' plump backside.

Two told held together like that, muscles tense and bodies trembling. Len had pulled herself as tight as she could to Cadance, given that both of their breasts were separating them. Cadance kept her arms straight out and pushed against the bed, her wings stretched out and flapping stiffly. Her head was still up, mouth slightly open with moaning pants pouring from between her tightly-pulled lips.

The moment of savoring over Cadance yanked her hips back, pulling practically to the medial ring once more before ramming her hips down and forward, impaling Len's sex with every last inch of her pony meat, and letting her sperm-bloated testicles clap down solidly on Len's padded ass once again. There was only a short delay and a groaning huff between the conclusion of that thrust and the next one, the pull-back and insertion smooth as an oiled piston.

Cadance's ample bubble butt jostled and shook slightly as her muscles flexed. Each thrust drew the cheese in tight while the extractions let them be loose once again. It would have made an excellent show had anyone been there to watch it shake, shimmy and flex. The thumping of full stones on Len's own rear also would have been quite the entertaining spectacle. While Len couldn't see that either, she could at least feel it. A proper testicle thumping, like she hadn't had in a little while. Every thrust was a delight from the depth of penetration and the firm thump of balls on her butt.

Len's own wings fluttered and flexed, flaring out and folding up in time with Cadance's hard and heavy thrusts. She groaned and strained, huffing in time with the pumping of her pussy. She was building up to her climax quickly, driven along the path by all the things she loved in a good session of sex.

Both mares were sheened in sweat, practically seeming to glow in the low, magical light of the room, which was already radiant form the refraction through and reflection from crystal furnishings, walls, floor and ceiling. The soundtrack of the night was a lewd and cacophonous assortment of half-formed words of desire and vulgarity, squeals of impending climax, the slap of flesh-on-flesh, the squish of a thick rod opening Len up well, and the subtle puff of the bed's down being repeatedly compressed and relaxed.

Len climaxed first, as she had before. Her head was tucked down, chin on her chest, mouth held partially open to let her moan and mutter her demands for more. As she reached the height of her climax she threw her head back, against a pillow, mouth pointed to the crystal headboard as she released a cry of utter delight.

The walls of her sex clamped on Cadance's desperately thrusting pole, clinging, almost trying to stop it moving. Her stretched lips faintly squirted her warm and musky mare honey, getting Cadance's testicles with a few small drops. Her body went tense, holding Cadance tighter than before as she was powerfully screwed through the tingling delight of her orgasm. The continued grinding of the shaft against her clit, the deep thrust of the length and the regular thump of testes on her ass kept the pleasure high, though much more muted as she passed the peak and fell down the other side of it.

The constricting tightness of Len's climaxing tunnel proved to be just the thing for getting Cadance worked past the edge. Her tip had been oozing with precum, spitting and splattering the thin and musky fluid deep inside of Len. The flow stopped entirely as her rod trembled and twitched. With a final hard thrust and thump of balls on Len's rear the tip of Cadance's organ flared, and the whole thing nearly jumped as the thick flood of seed gushed down the length of it.

The semen surged out and splattered in thick, heavy globs. It clung to the tightly-pressing walls and to Cadance's own flesh as she deposited heavy glob after heavy glob inside of Len. The flare created an effective barrier, leaving the flood inside, though plenty of it seeped and squeezed past the barrier to be worked through the tightly squeezing channel and slowly drip out of Len's packed pussy.

Cadance collapsed onto Len, both mares panting and quivering lightly. Cadance's pleasure had peaked and finished quickly but her testes were still providing the last few dregs of gooey semen that they had. Len, on the other hand, was being washed in the lingering tingle of her climax, and also savoring the warm pleasure of the sticky seed pooling in her body.

Neither one spoke for some time, beyond moans and huffs of delight. Len, with her meditation-sharpened mind, regained herself first, softly kissing Cadance on the end of the snout. “That was... generous of you as well. You and your husband have both been so kind and wonderful...”

Cadance gave a breathy laugh and returned the kiss, on Len's lips, and slowly shook her head. “It was our pleasure... literally! But yours too, I suppose. Sharing, being honest about affection and tenderness, these are important things that make life all the more beautiful.”

Len nodded, wiggling against the down bed and sighing as she adjusted to the feeling of the slowly-softening shaft sliding from her passage. “It was. This was more than I could have ever hoped for in a vacation. I don't know how it could possibly be better than what I've seen and felt.”

Cadance closed her eyes and squeezed Len securely, her smile hidden by the position of her head. “We'll try to make sure this is a vacation you will remember forever.”

The Third Night

Len once again awake alone, feeling refreshed, revitalized and slightly sore around the crotch and buttocks. At least it was a very pleasant ache, the result of a good stretch and nice, fat testicles bouncing off of her ass.

'Princess Cadance's testicles, at that...' Len thought with a soft laugh as she pulled herself out of bed. It had been an impressive and surprising moment when the princess cast a magical spell which gave her an impressive male endowment, with highly productive testes. She had been bigger than Shining, which she said made him proud, and showed him to be, in some sense, a proper Prince Charming.

Len considered that as she dressed, putting on another vacation standard outfit of loose shorts and a white tank top. The two had told her they shared their affections with certain special folks they both chose, and were open and honest about such desires. They held no secrets and didn't do anything without seeing that it was approved by the other partner. Sexually adventurous, yet also very touching.

Len had something similar going on with her own coltfriend, though there was subtle differences. Neither of them had to talk about the affection they gave others. It wasn't deceit or sneaking around. They just didn't care that much about who the other one was sleeping with so long as fun was had and they came back into the relationship still dedicated to it.

Len wasn't sure if she envied Cadance and Shining or if she was just a bit surprised by the whole thing. She certainly cared a great deal about her lover, but it never really mattered where he was putting his penis. Occasionally knowing was nice, but it wasn't a priority. For Cadance and Shining it seemed to be an important priority.

Knowing allowed them to look in, and approve. They could share feelings and ideas about the other party. That seemed to be the case, given that Shining had told Cadance about what had happened and what had been said. Both of them seemed to have an equal affection for her, a warm and caring feeling of welcoming, desire and appreciation. That similarity of feeling likely was influenced by conversation and the sharing of impressions. They could be passionate with her because they had shared and melded their own feelings into a shared feeling.

It really fit, given Cadance's status as Princess of Love. She could remain married, and have a strong and stable union with Shining, while they both indulged in temporary shows of actual affection tinged with raw carnality. They were passionate lovers yet there was real feeling. Len actually felt... liked by the two.

Len gave her outfit the once-over then opened the door, to find a crystal guard standing there, spear in hand, looking straight ahead. “Oh! Am I... late for something?” Len asked.

“Her majesty Princess Cadance asked that a guard await you, as she did not know when you would awaken,” the guard reported. “She offers her apologies that you cannot eat together but I am to take you to her once you have finished your morning meal.”

It was a contrast. Shining, ever the military stallion, had probably been the one to send the guard that got her the other morning, who had escorted her on a schedule. Cadance was more mild and caring. She didn't know how long the recovery slumber would be, and so had a guard waiting, and didn't try to force a meal. Len had to smile. They were so different but they complimented one another. “Then please take me to the dining hall, I need to eat quickly and see her.”

Breakfast was at it had been the previous day, roasted oats with hot milk and crystal berries. She understood why the Imperium was so famous for the little fruits. They really transformed the rather bland meal into something delicious. She ate with a certain rapidity, only taking the time for the oats and milk to cool enough that she didn't horribly burn her mouth. She was understandably eager to see Cadance and Shining and see what else they would offer her.

As promised once her breakfast was finished she was led to another small receiving chamber to meet with Cadance and Shining. Again Shining revealed he was a serious soldier by wearing his red jacket and white uniform pants, while Cadance was decked out in a comfortable pink silk wrap that hung off of one shoulder and was closed by a golden clasp secured on the other shoulder. It looked like a toga, really.

“Our much-loved guest is finally here,” Cadance said, mirth running through her voice and a wink following the words 'much-loved.'

“We're sorry that we didn't get a chance to have a meal, but Cadance suggested that we let you sleep as long as you want,” Shining said. “I favored a wake up again but...”

“But I knew that, as serious as you are about training at the Academy, this is your vacation,” Cadance said, giving Shining a peck on the cheek. “Besides, you ended last night very... spent. I know I did.” She and Shining both shared a laugh over the implication.

Len had to join in the laughter, slowly nodding her head. “I did, Cadance. And thank you for getting me in that state. It was very unique.”

“Not many magic users can cast that spell,” Cadance noted. “It takes years of study and a good amount of power. A few of the higher-level mages of Canterlot, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and my sister-in-law, though, Shining prefers not to think about his sister being able to do anything sexual.”

“Twily only knows what sex is because it's in the dictionary and has never been sexual with anyone, or anything,” Shining insisted, body rigid and eyes wide.

“That's right, honey, your sister is pure as tundra snow and will always bee that way,” Cadance said, kissing Shining on the cheek. She then covered his ears and whispered to Len, “She's not. She told me herself.”

Len laughed as Shining gave his wife a confused look, and Cadance responded by kissing him softly on the lips. “I see. It was amazing to experience.”

“So Cadance told me,” Shining said, his features returning to one less haunted and wild-eyed.

“What are your plans for today? You've seen the important things, and more than the average tourist would see!” Cadance said.

“I'd still like to go and see the city, like I wanted, to walk the districts and explore, see things casually on my own schedule,” Len said.

“Well in that case I'll assign a few guards...” Shining began.

“No, honey,” Cadance said, firmly, thought with a smile. “She may be our guest but she is still a warrior. She can handle herself in a peaceful place like the Imperial City.”

“But it's protocol,” Shining insisted.

“For diplomats and official agents of other governments and organizations. She's here on vacation,” Cadance said, sliding the fingers of one hand along the curve of Shining's jawline, turning his head towards her. “And she'll be fine.”

Shining looked prepared to protest but one look in his wife's large, shining eyes convinced him to just smile and lean in for a short kiss. “Alright. I guess the city is safe enough for a visiting ninjutsu master...”

“Have fun,” Cadance said, turning back towards Len. “But do come back by sundown. We want to have a little more fun tonight. If you liked the other nights you'll like this just as much, maybe more.”

Len nodded, a wide smile crossing her features. “I can't wait to have some more fun. I wonder who it'll be tonight.”

Shining and Cadance looked to one another and grinned. “You can imagine and anticipate all day.” Cadance said with a blown kiss and a wink.

Len set off from the Palace with a map from Cadance, which highlighted the important features of the districts and had personal suggestions of things to see. All four districts were similar, but each had a different sort of charm to them.

The bright and sunny weather of the Heart-influenced climate made strolling the cobbled lanes of the main thoroughfares all the more enjoyable, as the cool bite of tundra wind mixed with the scents of local restaurants and carried the sounds of ponies buying, selling and happily conversing at the open-air shopfronts.

The construction and zoning of the Imperial City were less formal than others in Equestria proper. Residences of various types mingled with shops selling all manner of things. Antique stores (which happily joked that their stock was brand new before Sombra time-locked them) sat beside shops selling freshly imported Equestrian technology, which were beside restaurants with authentic Imperial cuisine.

Thanks to Cadance's map, Len discovered there was more to the districts of the Imperial City than just the revived Crystal Pony culture. In particular, the Northeastern district's heart boasted a thriving immigrant community of Diamond Dogs. The canine creatures bared their wares and cheerfully yapped and howled out tunes to draw in tourists and native Crystal Ponies alike to see the things they had to offer.

It was more than a new experience for Len; she had never had much call to visit the Dog lands, for business or otherwise. The subterranean spaces were alien to her, as were the beings that called them home. They were one of the few species that Len didn't find attractive, though she had nothing against them.

Seeing them out on the streets selling their strange wares was a new experience. They were offering bizarre but fascinating fungi from deep underground, much of it luminescent. Various raw ores and purified ingots were being sold in stalls that seemed no different than a fruit vendor. Gems of every description were offered, either for jewelry or as snacks, some of the gem vendors having tables nearby, along with a range of condiments.

Given the expansive size of the Imperial City Len had no chance to do much besides walk around and look, but it was at least a most unique tourist experience, one that she might not have tried without Cadance's specific suggestion. As the exotic strains of Diamond Dog music, with its quite sensible mathematical progression and tones, faded out on the low winds, Len smiled. She owed Cadance something else.

As ever, Len was delighted by the sight of the Crystal Palace as sunset changed the tone of the refracted light and made the whole place glow. Even if the other, more physical and interesting, things hadn't happened, just the magnificent sight of the Palace at sunset would have made for stunning vacation memories.

As soon as she entered the Palace, Len was escorted by a small squad of guards back to her guest room. Rather than stay and announce her, the group simply marched off following a quick salute.

Entering her room she found a rather surprising scene. Cadance and Shining were already waiting for her, though not just sitting around bored. Both of them were completely named, and unashamedly showing off their bodies. Len hadn't seen Shining topless when they had their fun. She was very glad to see that posh palace life hadn't altered his military form. His chest showed chiseled pecs and an extra-thick thatch of fluffy bluish-white hair trailed down between the pectoral slabs and between the six defined rises of his abs.

The two hadn't noticed Len arriving, Cadance having her eyes closed in pleasure as Shining slowly caressed and squeezed her ample breasts. He was focused on his wife and not the door, his mouth around one nipple and suckling softly on it. He popped his mouth off the nipple and fully turned his body towards Cadance, exposing the broad, white expanse of his muscular back. Every motion of his arms translated to a bulge and shift. Groping his wife's ass became an artistic expression of masculinity, his lats showing wonderful definition.

Cadance's dainty pink hands slid up the strong spread of Shining's back, pushing in against the flexing muscles. Her trembling fingers seemed to twitch each time the muscles flexed, likely giving some esoteric pleasure to Cadance. That was further indicated by the soft, warm moans; though that also could have been caused by what was clearly the strong and firm groping of her plush backside.

Len cleared her throat and smiled at the two, who looked back at her with some surprise. “Am I interrupting?”

“Sorry. We knew you'd be back sometime around now so we... started early,” Cadance said with a laugh.

“I just can't keep my hands off of her. Cadance is just... well, you know what she's like,” Shining said, dropping a wink to Len.

Len returned the wink and slid up to the two, sliding her deft and dainty fingers slowly up and down the lines of their spines. “I know. So, who will be with me tonight?”

The pair grinned at one another, both of them casually placing their hands on Len's backside. Their fingers pressed in and squeezed tightly on the ample bottom. Cadance leaned in to nuzzle at Len's ear and softly whispered, “Who said it would only be one of us..?”

Len took a moment to process the statement, drinking in the sensual warmth of the close contact and the delightful feeling of two different sorts of hands groping her bottom. “Both..?” She breathed in a hopeful yet disbelieving tone. “That has happened for a while...”

Shining laughed loudly and slowly shook his head while Cadance gave a soft giggle. “Should we be surprised by that? No, not at all. It fits. You get to choose how you will be loved. And yes, in some sense, this will be love.”

Though loathe to leave such a pleasant embrace, Len slowly pulled herself back and away from the two and using her great physical skill to divest herself of her tank top and shorts with a quick ease. Once nude she stepped rather boldly up to Cadance and pressed her lips up against the other mare's mouth.

The sudden, hard and deep kiss caught even the well-experienced Cadance by surprise, her eyes going momentarily wide before she settled into the act. Her hands slid smoothly around Len's newly naked form and she shivered as Len's strong-but-caring embrace wrapped her.

The kiss danced on the border of tender and hungry, their jaws slightly low as their tongues did a gentle dance. There was no slopping slathering and ramming, but more a gentle, twisting probing of each others' mouths. Saliva passed between the two, and their cheeks bulged as the questing tongues flicked across teeth and gently pressed all around in adoring, but controlled, exploration.

Shining, rather a captive audience to his wife making out with a charming mare, did little except observe. His eyes widened and his breath quickened but he didn't embarrass himself by making dumb comments to sudden demands. His rod, already half-stiff from his time with Cadance, rose to full, throbbing hardness, and his hands were helpless against his desire to grab on and slowly pump the pulsing pole.

Len lazily opened one eye and managed to focus it on Shining, a mischievous twinkle sparking in it as she parted from Cadance's lips. Both mares panted softly, tongues slithering from each others' mouths, their chests faintly heaving and shaking.

“It looks like Shining is a little left out...” Len teased.

“I'm so sorry we ignored you, dear,” Cadance cooed, her voice like dripping honey.

“I-it's fine. Just keep doing what you're doing,” Shining said, with a lopsided smile and a slowing of his stroking.

“That's not fair to you, though,” Len said, shaking her head and moving toward Shining, with Cadance right behind her. “And I think I know how we can bring him into the fun.”

“I think I know exactly what you're thinking,” Cadance said, slowly dropping down to her knees and pushing her chest up against the side of Shining's length. “Is this what you were considering?”

“The very thing,” Len said, dropping down to her own knees and pushing her breasts up against the other side of Shining's stallionhood. Both sets of breasts pushed firmly against one another, and rather powerfully trapped the proud spire of flesh between the four mammary mounds.

Shining threw his head back and let out a tremendous moan, his whole body quivering in delight. His hands hesitated a moment but eventually settled on Len and Cadance's heads, lovingly stroking through their manes. His hips twitched and jerked, thrusting the thick, pinkish length up. His hips impacted the bottoms of the breasts while his tip jutted out from within the intersection of the four breasts.

Fitful little spurts of hot and musky precum arced up and back down onto the four breasts and the faces of the mares. Len pushed her hands in against the sides of her breasts and slowly massaged them, adding to the pressure against the length. “Want to get started?”

“I'm ready,” Cadance said boldly, her own hands coming up to push on her breasts. She pushed them in and forward, gently mashing them against themselves and against Len's. With a slow motion she leaned in and wrapped her lips around half of Shining's mushroom-shaped crown.

Len didn't respond, but just leaned in herself and finished the ob. Her mouth wrapped smoothly and easily around the broad head, her tongue slurping and flicking over and under the ridge. She pushed the sucking kiss down and down until her lips met Cadance's, sealing one again into a warm lip-lock, with an added layer of lewdness with the precum-spitting stallion cockhead sealed between the two of them, the shaft between their compressed breasts.

The breasts were massaged for a long moment, rubbing and grinding the soft, velveteen coats and underlying flesh over the maleness. The kissing, and licking, went on for a bit longer than the massage, muffled moans coming form both mares as they kissed each other and Shining's crown. Their hands eased up on the pressure as their lips parted, heads pulling away just enough to free the saliva-slickened knob, their tongues just touching over the very point of precum emergence.

No words were spoken between the two mares, just a slight leaning back from Cadance. That signaled Len to lean herself in, sliding her breasts down Shining's shaft and allowing more of her warm cleavage to wrap around the throbbing pony cock. She placed her mouth fully around the head, her moaning vibrating the tip as she also gave a powerful sucking. She was also face-first with Cadance's breasts, the plush mounds pushing up to almost smother her face.

Len bobbed her head a few times, engulfing a few inches of Shining's organ and pressing her face even more firmly against Cadance's soft breasts. She worked in a smooth motion, going down and up with a cyclical regularity for a few pleasurable repetitions. Eventually she pulled off at the top of a cycle with a soft 'pop' and a gasp.

Cadance wasted no time when Len pulled herself off. She went down, her own breasts sliding down as Len's went up, the brief flicking of their nipples against each other drawing out a sharp cry of delight. As before, Cadance wrapped her mouth around Shining's tip, while Len pushed her breasts push into Cadance's smiling face.

The cycles Cadance used were slower, more languid, taking more of the cock into her maw while pushing her face more firmly against Len's plush and pillowy breasts. She slurped lewdly, and swirled her tongue slowly around the ridge of Shining's broad head.

All three participants were groaning up a storm when Cadance pulled her mouth away with a wet 'pop' and followed it with a slurp of the shining expanse. She and Len shared another kiss, above the cockhead, their chins and throats sprinkled with fitful spits of warm and heady precum.

Cadance smoothly pulled herself back and rose to her hooves after the kiss ended, her horn softly glowing. “Just a minute. We need one more thing to pull off the plan.”

“Plan?” Len asked, her lust-soaked gaze turning confused as she looked up at Shining.

“We worked out a plan while we waited,” Shining huffed, his breathing slow and even to let him fall back from being too stimulated. He needed to last for a while. “You'll like it, I promise.”

Len watched as Cadance was again washed in magical energy, recognizing the spell from the other night as the one that provided a penis and testicles. “A spit-roast? I've missed that. It's very generous.”

“I'm sure you've missed it,” Shining said with a mirthful tone and wink. “But that's not quite it.”

With a flash of magic, Cadance once more stood, with her same fantastic feminine figure, plus the most un-feminine sheath running up her belly and the hanging testes swaying between her thighs. She immediately started stroking her sheath, moaning as the flesh started to rise from the tube. “G-go on and get set up. I need to... prepare...”

Shining nodded to Cadance, and dropped down into a squat. He set hip down on the ground and slowly rolled onto his back. He laid out casually, hands behind his head, legs spread out slightly, and erection curving up near his belly, hanging under its own throbbing weight. “Just like before, go ahead and have a seat.”

Len was amused by the very casual posture, and also impressed by the hunky cut of Shining's figure. His muscles flexed almost without prompting, and each one just showed his perfect definition, the work of years. It was all impressive.

She flapped her wings and got herself airborne, hovering her way over Shining's crotch, legs spread out very wide, to show off the pink wetness of her sex. “Just one problem, you need to be a bit more... up for me to make a landing at that tower.”

“Then let me just adjust the terrain,” Shining said with a lusty thickness in his voice. His horn glowed, and matching glow appeared around his rod, the curved spire of flesh slowly rising properly from his crotch, standing up straight and pointing almost directly at Len's lips. “That should do it.”

“That does it alright!” Len called out, lazily lowering herself until she could feel the broad head rubbing against the folds of her sex. Once she was properly aimed she folded her wings and dropped down onto the magically held erection. Just as before, she didn't fall all the way onto the pulsing pole, but stopped around the medial ring, crying out in pleasure as she reached down to plant her hands firmly on the thick and broad slabs of Shining's pectorals.

Shining reached up and grabbed the top curves of Len's hips, pulling her down past the ridge of his medial ring, ramming every inch of his flesh into her clutching passage. She smiled as he watched her head thrash around though half-lidded eyes, moans and grunts of pleasure pouring form her mouth as Len's inner walls worked over his flesh like a stroking hand.

Len matched the moaning delight, settling her legs on the floor, knees beside Shining's hips. She squeezed him slightly and got comfortable. Her ass wiggled slightly in his lap, the broad expanse rubbing and grinding over the solid muscles of his thighs. She panted slowly and softly, once more savoring the feeling of Shining's length buried fully in her sopping slit. She pulled and rolled over the organ, drawing out heated moans from Shining with every motion.

Shining let his hands drift slowly up Len's sides, passing under her arms to slowly cup the backs of her shoulders. He drew her in and down, pulling her into an embrace while he remained on the ground. Her breasts replaced her hands on his chest, pressing down and mashing out slightly as she was hugged. She pressed her hands against his sides, on his ribs, squeezing him firmly.

Len planted a kiss on Shining's throat, and rocked herself forward and back, to stroke her passage around the trapped pole. She smiling up at him, noticing her was looking down at her with a grin. “Comfy. So I guess Cadance is going to go... in the out door. Not my favorite but...”

“Oh no, that's not the intention at all,” Cadance stated, standing up. She had achieved the erection she wanted, one hand resting around the medial ring and slowly stroking the throbbing shaft. Her head was shining with precum, which lazily leaped from the top and slid down the length.

“There aren't that many options...” Len whispered, again kissing Shining on the throat. Her focus on tending to Shining seemed to occupy her mind and attention, such that she didn't know what was going to happen until she felt Cadance slide her fingers against Len's stuffed sex. Len's head turned as much as she could manage, to look at Cadance's face, which held a naughty smile. “Oh... think you can manage? You're both thick.”

“But you can take it. You've trained your body to be very flexible, haven't you?” Shining asked.

“I never tried that kind of flexibly. But I know I can do it,” Len said with a determined tone, turning her head to press her cheek down on Shining's chest.

“Good training is always useful. Now just let me...” Cadance groaned loudly as she pressed the broad expanse of her shiny tip against Len's already-occupied slit. She ground the fleshy crown around for a bit, smearing and mixing the precum and Len's juices into a hot and heady melange that filled the air with lustful musk.

After copious teasing, and being lubricated with the mingled fluids, Cadance gave a hard shove of her hips, attempting to wedge the wide head into the stuffed passage. All three released various volumes of groans and cries of delight and pleasure, Len's wings flaring and her back arching as she did her best to loosen herself up.

Cadance's hips wiggled and twisted, working in 'stirring' motions and with small jabs as she fought past the tightness to shove herself in. She made progress, slowly but surely. The giving flesh of Len's passage yielded to the careful ministrations and dedicated work, opening up before the robust rod a bit at a time.

“That's.... ah! That's not...” Len panted out her comments, her wings giving weak flaps and trembling with each new bit inserted into her. “That's new...”

“Just savor it...” Shining moaned out into Len's ear, stroking one hand slowly down the small of her back. “We care for you, we want you to be pleasured. Enjoy this gift.”

“Just relax a little bit more. We'll take care of you,” Cadance panted, planting her hands gently on Len's gray ass. She squeezed and massaged the warm cheeks as her hips pumped and thrust, eventually getting the bulbous head through and making the rest of the insertion slightly easier.

Cadance took her time, using long, smooth thrusts forward and tiny pulls back to get in more than she removed. She was slowly working her way down, grinding her royal meat against her husband's length just as much as against Len's walls.

“I love the feel of you on me,” Shining sighed, his hips trembling as she fought to remain still. He was there to provide filling, not to thrust yet.

“We should try this more often, without someone else. Very few could manage...” Cadance cooed, her own wings flaring when she rather roughly thrust her medial ring into Len's pussy, tearing a moan from the well-stuffed mare.

“More... I can take it...” Len mumbled, eyes squeezed tight and lips lightly pulled back. “All the way. I need... I need to feel your testicles bouncing off of me...”

“My favorite part of last night too,” Cadance breathily chuckled. She slid her hands up Len's body, drifting over her soft fur until she was holding onto Len's shoulders. Taking a firm grip, Cadance pulled herself, flexing her ample ass as she drilled good portions of thick meat into Len, who started to cry out in sheer delight.

The efforts were rewarded, as with a solid smack Cadance's hip's met Len's backside, a more muted thump following a split second later as her meaty ball bounced on Len's bottom.

None of them spoke or moved for a time, all just panting, with the occasional soft moan. Cadance adjusted her position, slowly lowering herself to press her generous bust against Len's back, grinding her sensitive flesh against Len's feathers and drawing a tremendous moan from other mares. Len was at last properly sandwiched.

Len spoke first, after savoring the incredible feeling of fullness, and the almost ticklish pleasure of Cadance's breasts rubbing all over her wings. “Okay... just go slow... But have a little firmness in your thrusts.”

“We'll do our best. I promise...” Cadance whispered into Len's ear, stroking her shoulders comfortingly. She drew her hips up, dragging her thick cock against Shining's own, and against the clutching, trembling walls of Len's passage. After a shallow withdrawal she thrust back in with a soft grunt, slapping hips and nuts against Len's backside.

Len cried out in response to the almost-spanking from the thrust, her body trembling and her passage clamping down so hard that the walls quivered around the twin spires of flesh. “More of that... More!”

“Just a minute. Shining, you need to get in on this too,” Cadance whispered, her snout sliding along beside Shining's as she hugged herself securely to Len.

“I don't want to do too much...” Shining replied, loving rubbing against Cadance. “You two really, really got me worked up, then sliding your big pole in against mine...”

“I know it's hard... very hard...” Cadance giggled, pressing a sidelong kiss on Shining's snout. “But just a little motion would help. You can take a rest when you want... though my grinding against you with all this squeezing won't help that much...”

“We owe it to her. This is for her. And a little for us too,” Cadance replied, adding a wink.

Shining nodded slowly, his eyes drifting closed as he adjusted his arms. One slipped around behind Len's neck, across the back of her shoulders, while the other slid up from Cadance's side, his hand settling between her wings and pulling in. With both mares securely snuggled against him he rocked his hips, grinding his precum-spitting pole firmly against Cadance's erection, aided by the pressing walls of Len's hungry tunnel.

“Oh, your ring...” Cadance whispered, slowly licking her lips. Shining's medial ring was offset from hers, and ground slowly against her pole as he pushed and pulled his rod inside of Len. Her lips found his and she locked him in a hot, passionate, saliva-sharing kiss as she drew her hips back. Her ring ground solidly on his as she dropped her hips to thump on Len's backside again.

“Yeah!” Len tossed her head back, breath hissing between her teeth as she writhed between Shining and Cadance. Her walls clamped down hard, rolling and yanking the two lengths as they pumped in her at different speeds and with different amounts of withdrawal. “Both your rings are working on me!”

Commentary ended after that, with Cadance and Shining focused on the kiss they were sharing, and Len reduced to moaning and crying out in delight when particularly stiff thrusts hit her padded backside. She was warm and secure in that royal sandwich, soft breasts pressing on her back, her own chest mashed up against powerful pecs that flexed to show Shining's pure, hunky power.

Len's clit ground against the fluffy hair above Shining's base, her hips twisting and hunching to increase the feel of the slightly-rough thatch of blue rubbing her nub. Her pleasure was increased by wonderfully wide stretch of her walls, which pressed down as tightly as possible. The slight soreness of the stretched reminded her of the wonderful tenderness following a good round of exercise. It was deep, and the warm pleasure radiated out from her belly, to tingle through her limbs and join the delight to being held with such love and tenderness. As well as the kinky delight of having Cadance's balls bouncing rhythmically off of her bottom.

Though both of the royals had direct, and very constricting, stimulation over almost every inch of their erections, Len was the one being pumped by both, wrapped in their affections and adoration, emotional delight and carnal excesses. The combination sent her over the edge with a loud cry, her wings struggling and waving as they tried to spread, mostly just jostling Cadance's breasts and grinding the feathers over her nipples. Her sex squeezed with all the strength of her well-worked muscles.

Both royal rods were wrung like they were being strangled, the orgasmic snatch pulling and milking, already trying to draw down cum that hadn't yet started to gush. The rolling, clutching and occasionally trembling walls worked on the lengths and drew a cacophonous collection of groans, grunts and cries of delight from Shining and Cadance, who finally broke their kiss to vocalize their delight.

As he had predicted, Shining popped off first, one hard thrust up the only announcement before his head flared and he unloaded hot and heavy ropes of cream into Len's depths, the milking working out more and more heavy ribbons of rich semen.

Feeling Shining flood the shared slit spiked Cadance's pleasure and finally set her off. She made an effort to thrust through her climax, letting her scrotum continue to bounce and flop on Len's rear end, keeping up what they both loved as her magically forged cockhead flared and she, too, unloaded a creamy, thick and sticky flood inside of Len, the combined copiousness of the twin deluges making the moaning pegasus' belly bulge just slightly.

Even with the wave of fatigue that came after the climax, neither Shining nor Cadance let go of Len or moved from her in any way. They savored the afterglow collectively, all of them panting, mouths placed close to each other. There was no real initial instigator, not consciously, they all just collectively knew they had to kiss. They pressed their lips together as best they could, in a three-sided kiss. No tongue action was needed, just a warm press, hot panting still emerging from their noses, puffing across their faces.

The unusual, but appreciated, triple kiss parted with some reluctance, all three looking at one another thought half-lidded, pleasure-drunken eyes.

“Did you enjoy your stay?” Cadance asked, a bit breathlessly, nuzzling softly at Len's ear.

“It was... beyond what I had hoped for...” Len answers, sighing softly after speaking, resting almost bonelessly atop Shining, all of her body just laying flat on his front.

“I'm glad we could oblige you,” Shining said, kissing Len's cheek. “You were very kind to agree to a course of training for our guards. I'd say we're even.”

“But it wasn't just a business transaction,” Cadance said, quickly. “We really do like all the things you do in your official capacity, and think you deserve a very affectionate, 'thank you.'”

“This was more than a 'thank you,'” Len said, stretching out a little bit and grinning. “I've never felt so much affection before.”

“Honey?' Shining asked, looking up at Cadance. “Do I need to get up? Honestly... I'm very comfortable. And I could hold you two up for days.”

Cadance laughed softly and nuzzled at Shining's cheek. “I think our guest will determine that answer...”

“I don't mind. Just... don't leave me plugged up all right,” Len said with a laugh.

Cadance laughed along with her and shook her head. “Don't worry. The spell wears off eventually, and Shining will get limp and slide out on his own.”

“You didn't need to phrase it like that,” Shining grumbled, to the sounds of Len and Cadance tittering pleasantly.

Len laid her head down on Shining's chest and let her eyes slowly close. The breathing of all three soon settled into a harmonious, slow rhythm, indicating the edge of sleep. She was wrapped, above and below, in the comforting touch of caring. It was a feeling that she was sure she'd always remember, the perfect cap to a vacation that she would likely never top.

The Last Day/Bonus Action

Len awoke being spooned, and spooning. Shining Armor was behind her, arms wrapped around bother her and Cadance, who was before her and being held tight. She had to smile, and snuggled down into the comfortable sandwiching. She gave Cadance a quick squeeze on her breasts and a kiss on the back of her neck.

“Somepony's up,” Cadance mumbled in a happy, but tired tone.

“Your husband is, but I think it's just morning wood,” Len teased.

Cadance laughed lightly and sighed as she wiggled her wide rear against Len. “How did you sleep?”

“Very well,” Len said, wiggling her own rear against Shining's half-hard maleness. “You two are cozy.”

“We try to be,” Cadance said, bumping her rear back firmly to jostle Shining awake.

“What? Who? What?” Shining queried, yes wide and arms squeezing Len and Cadance tight. He got a bead on where he was and slumped down with a sigh. “Oh right. That happened. And it was wonderful.”

“It's just a shame you need to do so soon,” Cadance noted.

“Why not take a little extra rest and recreation time?” Shining asked. “I can make up some excuse about restoring operational efficiency or something like that. I know the lingo needed to impress military types.”

“That would be wonderful...” Len cooed, pushing her breasts to Cadance's wings and her ass to Shining's crotch. “But I really do want to get back. I enjoy my training and my work. I just wanted a short vacation.”

“And you got a very long one,” Cadance said, with a wink clear in her voice.

“Oh honey, that was bad,” Shining said with a hearty laugh.

“Absolutely awful, I know,” Cadance said with a chastised tone. “But true!” She chirped immediately after.

“I got my enjoyment out of this vacation. And you got your enjoyment out of my vacation,” Len noted with s warm smile.

“It was wonderful all around. Now we can get back to our lives, happier and more invigorated,” Cadance said, slowly rolling away from Len and off of the bed.

“We shared some love, and some physical adoration. We all feel so much more bright and joyous, I would imagine,” Shining said, similarly rolling out of bed and to his hooves.

“It's like you say, I feel invigorated and happy,” Len said, stretching out grandly and flexing her wings a few times.

“And we can have one more breakfast together before we give you a proper royal sendoff with guards and maybe a band of crystal flugelhorns,” Cadance said, using her magic to quickly apply her clothes from the other day.

“After a long, steamy, intimate shower,” Shining noted, dressing himself in the conventional fashion, and grinning at Cadance.

“That, though, we'll do with just the two of us. I hope that's alright,” Cadance said while looking aside at Len.

“It would be selfish to have all of your shared time,” Len said. “You're married. You need time to be with each other. I don't mind that at all.”

“Excellent! We'll let you get to your own preparations. The palace has its own spa. You could luxuriate in that for a while before we have brunch. Eating later is surely also acceptable, yes?” Cadance asked.

“Of course. I don't usually indulge so but I can hardly turn down the generous offer,” Len said with a grin.

“Then we'll leave you to your preparations,” Shining said, throwing an arm around Cadance's waist and slowly walking out of the room with her.

Len took her own sweet time getting out of bed. She was still a trifle sore from her encounter, though she was sore in the best possible way. The memories replayed in her head and she could only sigh and smile. The intimacy, the caring, the genuine feelings of affection. It was all so wonderful.

As she packed up her clothes, leaving out her last clean set to put on after she availed herself of the spa, she thought about her own significant other. They had the same arrangement as Cadance and Shining seemed to, though they were not married. She wondered how he was spending his time while she was away.

The Everfree forest wasn't a very welcoming place, day or night, but at least during the day it was theoretically possible to see dangers that might be coming. That also made it possible to know when it was safe to be around. The general danger and the dread which the forest aroused in ponies also meant that it was a very private place.

“Ah! That's it, just go nice and slow...” In a clearing of that forest, two ponies were enjoying each other very much. The one who had spoken was Len's special somepony, the stallion Sharp Shooter, nicknamed Sharpy, who led her and the special operations squad of which she was a part. He was a long, tall red-coated pegasus stallion with a light blond mop of a mane and wings the same gold-like color of Len's. For a Cutie Mark he had a radioactive trefoil with yellow blades on a circular, dark reddish background. He had a generally powerful appearance, a hunky and muscular look similar to Shining Armor.

“D-don't worry, I will...” Behind him was Constable Drupe Cluster, highly decorated member of the Everfree Nightwatch. He was a peach-colored earth stallion with a close-cut green mane and tightly-trimmed tail. His Cutie Mark was seen to be three fruits, a peach, an apricot and a cherry. He, too, was quite burly, but his muscles seemed both larger and better sculpted from his life of regular training and patrols in the dangerous depths of the Everfree.

Both males were largely nude, though Drupe still wore his bark-brown Nightwatch cloak, and were standing on a blanket. It looked like they had been having a snack, and a very late one given that Drupe usually slept days. Drupe had his arms wrapped around Sharpy and was softly caressing the expanse of his pecs, while Drupe's own lightly ground against Sharpy's wings. His bare and erect organ, which looked to almost reach up to his chest, ground against his own tight abs and the modest cleft of Sharpy's ass.

Sharpy's erection bounced and swayed before him, throbbing with the beat of his heart and bobbling each time Drupe thrust up and ground against him. Precum spat from both stallion poles, splattering over the blanket, onto Sharpy's back and across the muscular expanse of Drupe's belly and chest.

Drupe let one hand slide down from Sharpy's chest and down over the pulsing and girthy pole. His thick fingers dances slowly over the surface as her slowly smeared the leaking precum down and down, from wide head to the base. “Just... bend over a little more...” he whispered, softly kissing Sharpy on the back of the neck.

“Yes, right...” Sharpy moaned out, slowly letting his body drop just a little bit more. His muscular ass pushed out more, firmly grinding and rubbing over the firm swell of Drupe's pole. His tail was lifted high and waving almost in Drupe's face.

Drupe's right hand remained stroking Sharpy's cock, squeezing around the medial ring and pumping it slowly as his other hand moved around to rest on his strong flank. His hips slowly drew back, sliding that oversized cock of his slowly down the valley of Sharpy's backside, dragging the flesh down over the pouty ring of his anus. He made sure the mushroom-shaped crown ground hard against the tight sphincter, letting the precum squirt copiously over the opening, bathing it in hot, musky slickness.

More pressure was applied, as Drupe slowly rolled his powerful, work-made and exercise-refined hips towards Sharpy, driving the stiff rod forward, and the broad cockhead down against the fleshy ring. Sharpy and Drupe groaned in unison, the hunky males shuddering in mutual pleasure as Drupe's throbbing, spitting pole parted Sharpy's welcoming anus, the flesh parting around the wide crown and then being swallowed as the widest part passed through.

Sharpy squeezed his anal passage down around the hot, spitting dick that was slowly invading his backside. The flesh molded down, and squeezed rhythmically over the increasing amounts of flesh that was thrust in and pulled back, ever more of the veiny length sliding down the welcoming passage.

A pleasured rumble thrummed in Drupe's chest as he very slowly and very carefully thrust more and more thick inches of himself into Sharpy, while still pumping the other stallion's spitting erection. He gladly shared the pleasure that he was taking, allowing hot moans to drop from his mouth along with whispered words of praise and adoration.

“More of it, Drupe... give me more... all of it...” Sharpy moaned out, both of his hands coming to rest on the hand that was grasping and stroking his cock. He directed the pace, with subtle motion of his hand and small thrusts of his hips. His pleasure was twofold, the stroking of his organ and the penetration behind him. He had to keep the pace slow just to last a little bit longer. Despite all his training, pleasure was pleasure, and Drupe was his sort of hunk.

“A little at a time,” Drupe whispered, shivering as the squeezing, tight anal passage reached up to his medial ring. He gave a sharp thrust of his hips and forced the thick ridge of the ring into Sharpy's rear entrance. A loud, shuddering moan poured from his mouth, and his body dipped down, letting him press his muscular, sculpted chest against Sharpy's back.

“Are you sure...” Sharpy began, the statement cut off by a sharp cry of pleasure and a deep, resonating moan as the thick medial ring was shoved through his sphincter. He felt so deliciously full, his inner flesh warmed by the heavy and continual squirts of precum that lubed the passage of the girthy monster of meat. “Ah! A-are you sure I can't convince you..?”

Drupe kissed Sharpy on the back of the neck again, and added the tenderest, tiniest little scrape of his teeth and a lick over the spot. He rolled and thrust a little harder and a bit faster, working his thick tool in and out of Sharpy to please himself and his partner. “I told you... I'm loyal to her majesty Luna and the Nightwatch. They're like my family...”

“I, ah! I understand that,” Sharpy moaned out, a quiver running through his voice. “A group as family is how we operate too. I was just hoping...” Sharpy pushed his back against Drupe a little more firmly, grinding and rubbing, his wings flexing lightly as he came closer to his climax. “You're decorated... and a handsome hunk...”

“You're very, very handsome too... ohh...” Drupe groaned, hips ramming forward in sharp jabs as he sunk the last few thick inches into Sharpy, rock-hard thighs meeting solid asscheeks. “So handsome, sexy, kind, sweet... but I'm a constable, and that's good enough for me. At least you were nice enough... I mean, stallions and mares don't come around...”

“It wasn't what I meant to do,” Sharpy hissed between his teeth, his ass giving a slight wiggle against Drupe's lap. He grunted out a few times as the earth pony pulled back and slammed forward a few times, fleshy slaps ringing around the Everfree and moaning cries of pleasure emerging from both of them. “I like mares and stallions too! But I don't just do it...” He grit his teeth and huffed softly. “Only with those I really feel for.”

“I can tell,” Drupe whispered against the back of Sharpy's neck. His hand was soaked in precum, and had moved to sliding from base to just under the broad crown, working Sharpy's organ with greater speed and strength. “You're affectionate, warm, tender... this was wonderful of you. I'm just sorry I can't...”

“I know,” Sharpy panted hotly, teeth grinding for a moment as he fought to hold back his orgasm. “I hoped... but I knew... you were... loyal!” The pleasure in Sharpy's loins had hit the peak, his wings flaring as a sign, a sharp, high whinny emerging as well. His hips thrust shallowly into Drupe's grip as his hand coaxed him through his climax.

The first heavy, pearlescent rope of thick stallion cream shot heavily from the flared head, arcing grandly and splattering beyond the edge of the blanket. It was joint in short order by three more blobs of rich cream, splattering into a heavy, quivering puddle. Further squirts of cum were more muted, hitting the blanket, then barely managing to do more than spit out and slide down over Sharpy's cock and Drupe's hand.

Drupe had held still as he worked Sharpy through his climax, because Sharpy's warm walls hugged and pulled over his long pole. His eyes were squeezed shut tight as he fought to last long enough to see that Sharpy had relaxed into his afterglow. He just managed it, his hips finally forced to twitch and thump against Sharpy's rear desperately.

It took only a few of those hard, firm strokes before he unleashed his own whinny of peaking pleasure, the hand on Sharpy's hip moving to hold him around the chest, squeezing the two stallions together. His hot wads of sticky jizz were blasted deep into Sharpy, spreading a radiating warmth through his lower body. The issue was suitably copious, multiple squirts of the high-potency cream packing Sharpy to a comfortable fullness.

Drupe slumped forward slightly, panting hotly against the back of Sharpy's neck and letting the little quivers make their way through his body. He became aware of Sharpy's body slowly turning, and felt a hand caressing his cheek. His snout was lifted up and lips pressed gently onto his. He sank into the warm and welcome kiss, panting through his nose as he shared an intimate and caring moment with Sharpy.

They'd have to clean up, and head back to the Nightwatch encampment, after dressing and getting properly arranged. But all that would wait. Drupe wanted to savor the time he had. It wasn't a relationship, but it was a caring and even loving action that had some meaning. Even if he wasn't taking the offer, he could enjoy just being asked.