Three Nights in the Crystal Empire

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.