Equestria's Newest Princess
“Like, oh my Faust. If you stare any harder, your eyes are going to fall out.”
Shining Armor blinked, shook his head, and turned back to his wife. He’d been caught. Time to employ the best defense of all husbands since the beginning of time — lie. “Staring? I wasn’t staring. I was just thinking about how beautiful you are. I was also thinking of getting another beer. Do you want more… um… ginger ale?” His stomach sank as he realized that not only had he been caught red-hooved staring at another pony, but he’d been knocking back brews from Pinkie’s open bar in front of his pregnant wife all evening without even thinking about it. And speaking of red… No. No. Eyes on the wife.
Cadence rolled her eyes. “You cannot be serious. I’m, like, the princess of love. I can pick up on these things.”
“Cadence. Baby. Darling. Light of my life. You are the only mare I’ll ever love. Do you think I’d have my eyes all over some floozy at a party to celebrate the new life we made together?” He laid his hoof over his heart. His voice practically throbbed with sincerity. Everything he said was one hundred percent true, if taken completely literally.
Cadence narrowed her eyes. Her horn glowed pink.
“No. Candy. Please. Don’t. I…”
Her glow flickered for emphasis. Shining felt his heart swell. He couldn’t bear not to gaze upon the one he wanted. He kissed Cadence passionately — love spells weren’t very precise, and could neither create nor destroy love, only enhance it — and turned his head towards the object of his desire. Towards…
———
“Caramel! Caramel, get over here!” Cheerilee bounced a crumpled-up cupcake wrapper off of Caramel’s head.
Caramel broke off his conversation with Cloud Kicker and Berry Punch, and bopped over to Cheerilee, girlish hips bouncing to the music. He was wearing a ruffled cream shirt, gold chains, and aviator sunglasses. “What’s up, sister wife?”
Cheerilee hugged Caramel, and pecked him on the cheek. “Macintosh wants to cheat on us,” she said.
Mac, watching her from nearby, noted the wicked sparkle in her eye and cringed. “Nope,” he said. It wasn’t true. It wasn’t! He was just window shopping.
“Mac having unfaithful thoughts? He’d never,” said Caramel.
“He’s been drooling over the prince all evening, brother husband.”
Caramel shook his head and looked at Mac over the tops of his aviator shades. “Really, Mac? Why are you thinkin’ about going out for roast beef when you’ve got prime rib at home?”
Cheerilee slouched against Mac’s side. “He must miss having a big, muscular stallion to cover him, what with Trouble being on tour so much.” She was on her fifth cider, and she was feeling it.
Caramel pushed his sunglasses back up his snout and looked across the floor at Shining Armor. “I can’t blame him. Damn. Is it hot in here, or is it just him?”
The prince and princess were engaged in some sort of heated debate. Cheerilee had to admit that Caramel was right about the prince. She thought about those strong forelegs wrapping around her, fluffy fetlocks tickling her belly as the prince’s lean hips closed in towards her… no. She was rapidly losing the moral high ground. Focus, Cheerilee. “Macintosh, what are we going to do to you? I mean with you. What are we going to do with you?”
The prince looked up. His eyes met Mac’s. Mac felt his heart swell. All conventional notions of right and wrong fell away, and he could think only of that perfect white coat, and the way that forelock fell across those blue eyes. He longed to be with his schmoopy doopy, sweetie weetie…
Mac’s eyes narrowed. Wait. He’d felt this way before.
“He is the biggest slut I have ever known, sister wife. We knew this day would come. You wanna know how I see it?” said Caramel.
“Lay some of that down-home gay country wisdom on me, brother husband.”
“The way I see it, we have two choices. We can either drag him home and send him to bed with no sex…”
Mac’s eyes popped wide open in alarm.
“He has been a naughty pony,” agreed Cheerilee.
“Or we make him fuck the prince and let us watch.”
Cheerilee blushed. “It’s probably very wrong that I like that idea so much.”
Caramel shrugged. “You can watch him and me taking turns fucking each other up the ass any night. It’s not every night you get a chance to perv out on royalty.”
Mac was gritting his teeth, trying to resist the spell. Sweat rolled down his forehead. “Don’t I get any say in the matter?”
Caramel laughed. “No, Mac. You’ve been bad.”
Cheerilee stood up. “Come on, colts. We’ve got some swinging to do.”
Sugarcube Corner was packed. Everybody who was anypony in town had been invited, and most of the rest of the town had decided to crash. The celebration had spilled out onto the streets, and into generally private areas of the Cake’s home. Banners spelling out things like ‘Congratulations, Shiny and Cadence!’, ‘Long live the royal bloodline!’ and ‘OMG a BABY!’ hung everywhere. Vinyl and Octavia were killing it on the main room’s small stage. The Cakes had given up on getting Pound and Pumpkin to go to bed, and the twins were mingling freely with dozens of other foals who had also escaped bedtime.
A crowd had gathered in the middle of the floor. Rainbow and Fluttershy had gone a little overboard with the whiskey sours, and were on their hind hooves, kissing, groping, grinding and generally making a spectacle of themselves. The other element bearers and some of Rainbow’s co-workers had formed a ring around them, facing away and talking amongst themselves as if nothing interesting were happening in their midst as they gently herded the two towards a private room. Mac was tall enough to look over the ring, but he immediately regretted doing so. None of his damn business.
“Your imperial majesty,” said Cheerilee, genuflecting.
“Cadence is fine, honey,” said the princess, eyeing Mac nervously.
“We seem to have a a bit of a problem. You might’ve noticed that your husband and my husband… yipe!” Macintosh stepped right over her and hooked a foreleg over Shining’s withers. He pushed his tongue into the slightly smaller stallion’s mouth. He didn’t stop, licking the inside of Shining’s mouth until both of them began to drool. Shining Armor looped his forelegs around Macintosh, his hind knees wobbling.
Cadence gasped in horror and covered her mouth.
“Well. I guess maybe I should have come over by myself,” said Cheerilee.
“It’s all my fault,” said Cadence, “I put a love spell on them. Like, to make a point? I kind of didn’t think that one through.”
“Miss Cheerilee, why are they dingles comin’ out?” said Pumpkin Cake.
Cheerilee pushed a hoof over Pumpkin Cake’s eyes. The little one’s horn flickered, trying to levitate the hoof away. “There are children in the room! We need to get these two someplace private while they’re still R-rated.”
It was already a little late for that — both stallions were massively tumescent and drooling, and once he’d pushed through the crowd and got an eyeful of the two, Caramel wasn’t far behind in that regard. Rainbow and Fluttershy had just been shut in the too-much-coffee chill-out room, so the mares herded the stallions upstairs towards the Cakes’ bedroom. No time to ask permission; they’d have to beg forgiveness later. Shining and Mac clomped up the stairs side by side, nuzzling and licking each other’s faces and mouths.
“I’ve never done this before. Oh my Faust, Cadence, I’m so sorry!” groaned Shining.
“Let’s come to grips with it when we’re in private!” said Cadence, giving Shiny’s rump a telekinetic shove. “You’re getting… fluids on the Cakes’ stairs!” The push made the few soft parts of her husband’s rump jiggle, and he yelped delightfully. Why had she never considered spanking him before, she wondered? He certainly was naughty enough to deserve it on a regular basis.
Cadence and Caramel shouldered Mac and Shining through the bedroom door, and Cheerilee closed it behind them. The Cakes’ queen-sized bed groaned alarmingly as the two stallions lay down on it, hooves beginning to explore each other’s bodies.
“Can you undo your spell?” asked Cheerilee. She didn’t really want her to. She wanted to watch. But the princess didn’t have the same understanding with her husband that she did, and undermining a royal marriage would maybe make Cheerilee feel the teensiest twinge of guilt.
Cadence shook her head, panic in her eyes. “I can’t! It’s not a mind control spell! I just… remind ponies of how they feel about each other. I can’t really take that back — that would be mind control, and that’s unfriendly!”
Meanwhile, on the bed, Macintosh had taken charge of the situation. He draped a foreleg over the other stallion’s barrel, gently but firmly pinning him to the bed, and ran his tongue over Shining’s soft blue lips. Shining moaned, and Mac opportunistically thrust his big tongue inside his mouth. Their tongues tusseled like nude wrestlers, tangling, pushing against each other. Shining made a brief foray into Mac’s mouth. Mac grunted warningly, and Shining backed off. Mac hooked his foreleg under one of Shining’s and rolled him halfway onto his back. Still kissing, he lifted his barrel and slid against him until their cocks ground together.
Shining gasped and jerked away. Mac raised an eyebrow.
“Sorry. I just… I mean. This is gay.”
“Eyup.”
“And I’m married.”
Mac looked over at Cadence meaningfully. So did Shining. Caramel had already begun sinning against himself, and looked at everypony over the tops of his sunglasses, annoyed at the delay. Cadence gulped. She leaned over, and whispered to Cheerilee: “What do I say?”
Cheerilee raised an eyebrow. “Why are you asking me? You’re the princess.”
“Like, your husband’s on that bed, too.”
Cheerilee shrugged. “I like watching my husband while he’s with other stallions. It’s why we have our… unique household arrangement.” She nodded over at Caramel. “But if you want him to stop, tell him to stop. Looks like he’s getting cold hooves, love spell or no.”
Cadence bit her lower lip. “Shining?”
“Yes, Candy?”
She drew herself up as if making an imperial degree. Her wings fluffed out a tiny bit. “You may make love with Macintosh, like, exactly this once. If you do so again without my permission, or if you ever even look at another mare, I will totally make you my chief eunuch. Do you understand, honey?”
“Um, yes?” Shining looked into Mac’s green eyes. The other stallion grinned. The big, earnest yet predatory smile made Shining’s heart flutter, but the… thing pulsing gently against his side felt as thick as his thigh. What did Mac plan to do to him with that? “But… I’m still not gay.”
Mac shrugged, and kissed Shining on the cheek. Shining turned his head to rub cheeks with him, loving the way his fluffy red face fur felt against his own short-cropped coat.
“It ain’t an on-or-off thing.” said Caramel. “Cheerilee and I had a devil of a time getting that through Mac’s thick skull. You can be gay only for Mac. Though if you find you’re also gay for me as well…”
Cadence leaned over at glared at Caramel. He scrunched down and scooted away from her. “…then just bottle those feelings up deep down inside and try never to think of them again.”
Shining kissed the curve of Mac’s powerful jaw muscle. Mac’s strong, thick haunches began to move, rubbing that shaft against Shining’s side. Shining clenched his muscles and arched his back as a shiver swept through his body. He hadn’t even known he wanted this until he’d seen Mac, and now he couldn’t believe it was happening. He rolled over, belly to belly with Mac, so that his shaft was side by side with the heavier stallion’s. He lost himself in the feeling of the hot, silky cock against his. It was really big — Shining had always thought of himself as pretty well-endowed, but Mac’s dark red monster felt like it was half again as thick as his, and several inches longer.
“You know, in the barracks, we’d sometimes joke that ‘it’s not gay if the balls don’t touch.’” He took a deep breath, and slid forward until their balls were nestled together like a nest full of eggs. “So, there you go.”
Mac laughed, grabbed Shining’s head between his forehooves, and gave him a hungry kiss. They tangled their muscular legs together and humped hard, the bed creaking under the movements of their massive bodies. Shining was still worried though — at some point, Mac was going to want to be inside of him, and how was he going to manage that? He told himself to stallion up — Cadence was much smaller relative to him than he was to Mac, and he’d been inside of her in every way possible countless times. Shining’s reluctance gradually left him, replaced by animalistic delight in the taste of Mac’s spit, the smell of his musk, and the power of his thick red body.
Mac broke the kiss to whisper in Shining’s ear. “You wanna suck it?”
Shining pulled back and looked down. His heart pounded against his ribs. The suggestion intrigued him. But… oral felt like a really big step. “Can… can you do me first?”
Mac narrowed his eyes. “Nope.”
“Buh… buh… but…”
“If I let you come first, you’re not gonna be horny any more. And if you’re not horny any more, you’re gonna chicken out.”
Caramel snickered. “Yeah, Mac knows the type.”
“Shut up, Caramel,” said Mac. He turned back to Shining. “But if you don’t want it in your mouth, I could do ya’ up the ass.” Mac leaned close to Shining, and leered down his sturdy white body. “You got a pretty mouth. And an even prettier little plot, Princess.”
Shining felt the blood drain from his face. What was he afraid of? He knew exactly what he was afraid of — anal might hurt, and oral might hurt and taste bad.
“Honestly, honey?” said Cadence, “I’d, like, go for anal. It won’t hurt if you do it right, and it’s so less personal than oral. Back in Canterlot? When I was dating? Colts would be like ‘How about a good night blowie? It’s no big deal.’ And I’m all like, ‘Shah, you want to put your big stinky dingle in my face, you’d better put a ring on it.’”
Cheerilee and Caramel looked at her sideways. Cadence hastened to clarify. “I mean, like, on my horn, not on the dingle?”
Shining knew that quite well. He’d gotten his first blowjob from Candy on their wedding night, and it was still only an occasional treat. “What do I… if I want him on top of me, what do I do?”
Cadence grinned. The big oaf was always begging for anal, and she occasionally gave in. She couldn’t blame him; she did have a marvelous derrière. Now he’d finally find out how it felt. “Push down, like you’re trying to poop. That’ll open you up so he can get in. I know a spell that will make you more elastic, and keep you from getting too sore. Though, like, with him? You’re gonna be sore no matter what I do.”
“Do you think the Cakes have any Twilight Special?” said Cheerilee.
Cadence’s eyes got wide. “Ixnay the ilight-Tway,” she hissed.
It was too late. Shining Armor sat up ramrod straight, his dick bobbing in front of him. “Twilight what?”
Cadence sighed. “Your, sister developed, like, an animal birthing agent that her friends and acquaintances often use, as, like, um….” She blushed.
“A sexual lubricant,” said Cheerilee.
Shining gasped. “She… doesn’t know what ponies use it for, right?” He thought of the unmarked jars that came out on special evenings. “That’s not what we use, it is?”
“I’m sure she doesn’t, sweetie. I’m sure she’s, like, your totally pure, innocent, sweet little sister,” said Cadence. Shining noticed she didn’t answer the other question.
Shining thought about the secret he’d kept from Cadence — his one wonderful night with his sister. He’d been her first, hadn’t he? I mean, she hadn’t bled, and she’d sure seemed to know what she was doing, but… no. Don’t think about it. They hadn’t talked for almost two years after that night. It could never happen again. He needed to focus on the depraved sex he was having right now.
“Found some!” said Caramel.
“But… it doesn’t belong to us.” said Shining.
“Eminent domain. The crown has need of it,” said Cadence, levitating it over to Macintosh. She turned to Cheerilee. “Do you mind if I…” She made a little circling motion with her hoof.
“Oh, no, your highness! I was only holding off because I thought it might make you uncomfortable.” Cheerilee grinned. “This is really hot.”
“It isn’t, like, lesbian, if we do it side by side, is it?” said Cadence.
“Our balls can’t touch — they’re on the inside. So I think we’re good.”
Mac smeared a big dollop of lube onto each of Shining’s hooves. Shining took a deep breath and slid them down Mac’s massive, veiny cock. He found he liked it. It was sort of like touching his own, but also very new. He liked the way Mac moaned and arched as he stroked, and spent some time rubbing the lube in, just so he could enjoy watching the handsome guy squirm. He tentatively slid a hoof over Mac’s balls, and one of Mac’s hind legs started kicking like he was a dog getting his belly rubbed. Shining had been reluctant to put the dick in his mouth, initially, and the trickle of clear fluid rolling over the flare gave him pause, but he found himself wondering how it felt. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He’d been brave enough to charge into battle a time or two. He could be brave enough to put a dick in his mouth.
Mac gasped. His eyes popped open.
“Oh, sweet holy Faust,” shouted Cadence, sliding down the wall of the Cakes’ bedroom, legs spread in a most unroyal way, hoof working frantically at the lips of her sex. Shining glanced up at her. Cheerilee was fiddling with her sex, too, gnawing on one hoof as she watched. A sweet, plump little mare, not unlike… well, anyway. Having Mac in his mouth was an odd sensation. Alien. Invasive. But not completely unpleasant. The skin was silky, not unlike the lips of his wife’s pussy. The pre and the lube didn’t taste like much, though the saltiness of the skin certainly came through. The way Mac’s thick, powerful haunches thrust made him a little nervous, so he put two hooves on Mac’s balls, just to give him a bit of a warning about pushing too hard.
“That… that’s a good princess,” rumbled Mac, stroking Shining’s shaggy blue mane. Shining wasn’t sure how he felt about mac calling him ‘Princess’, but he guessed he’d go with it. He bobbed on the end of Mac’s dick as long as he could, taking as much as he could without gagging. It felt like a lot in his mouth, but he could see he was only making it a little way down the shaft. The others admired the way Shining’s lips were stretched into an ‘O’ by the massive shaft. His jaws had to open as wide as they’d go to accommodate the big stallion. Cadence wondered if Cheerilee and Caramel did that for Mac, and if so, how they managed it.
She couldn’t stand it. She’d meant to go slow and enjoy the show, but seeing her handsome, stallionly husband with a dick in his mouth was more exciting than she’d expected. Oh, Faust, she could see Mac’s flare moving under Shining’s stretched cheeks. She couldn’t… couldn’t… “Oh! Oh, Shining, I love you!” she shouted as her body spasmed. Everyone turned to look at her as she pressed down on her nub, drawing out the orgasm. When the waves of pleasure stopped echoing through her body, she found herself leaning against Cheerilee’s side. “Don’t mind me,” she said, grinning. “Do go on.”
Shining’s jaw was beginning to hurt. He popped his lips off of Mac’s massive flare, a string of drool and pre linking his chin to its edge. Mac groaned in disappointment. Shining stroked Mac’s belly.
“I think… I think I’m ready for the other way,” said Shining, rubbing his aching jaw. “How do I lie?”
“Get on your back, Princess. I wanna see the look on your face when you feel me up your ass.”
“Yeah, lie back and think of the good of Equestria,” said Caramel mockingly. He was sprawled in the corner, playing with himself with both hooves. Shining squinted his eyes closed. Caramel wasn’t Mac, and he didn’t need to see that.
Shining lay out on his back, front hooves hooked, back legs splayed. He felt… wanton. Dirty. Shameful. He liked it. Mac loomed over him. He had rubbed a huge hoofful of extra lube onto his dick, and now he was rubbing more in between Shining’s tight ass cheeks. Shining closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. He listened to the mares moaning in concert; it was the most beautiful noise he’d ever heard. He felt Mac’s weight on top of him. And… oh, Faust, that cock. He instinctively tensed up, leaving Mac bouncing ineffectually against him, flare probing between his ass cheeks. Between them? It felt as wide as his whole ass. “You gonna open up for me, Princess?”
“What… what if I poop on the bed?” whimpered Shining.
“Don’t,” said Cadence. “We’re going to have a hard enough time explaining all of this as it is.”
Shining sighed, and bore down. He wasn’t nearly drunk enough for this. Mac gasped and pushed forward, and the lube did its magic. Macintosh was inside him. It felt… weird. He felt full, wonderfully, wonderfully full. He ached where Mac was going in, but it was a good, satisfying ache. He looked up at the beautiful stallion on top of him. Mac was grinning a big, goofy grin, his mane falling over his cheeks. He had love in his eyes, and Shining had to admit he felt the same way. He ran his hooves down that massive, heaving red chest, enjoying the fuzzy fur and big, fat-padded muscles. “Does… does it feel good, Mac?” he asked.
“Eyup,” said Mac. “How’s it for you, Princess?”
“New. Weird. I could get used to it, though,” said Shining, smiling blissfully up at Mac. Cadence moaned.
Mac went slowly at first. Gently, inch by inch, controlling himself, not wanting to damage the prince’s virgin ass. But he gradually picked up speed. Shining wrapped his hind legs around Mac’s massive barrel, and humped his cock against his belly as the bigger horse’s powerful haunches thrust against him over and over. It was a miraculous thing, being penetrated. The gorgeous cock was so long it felt like it was up under his ribs. Maybe it was, for all he knew. Shining inhaled the smell of Mac’s sweat, and watched as the other stallion lost himself in the feel of Shining’s ass. His mouth was hanging open and… oh, Faust, Mac was drooling on him. Spit rolled down his white cheek, and he cringed. Some stallions were hot, he guessed, but they were all still gross.
Cadence and Cheerilee craned their necks so they could watch Mac’s cock sliding in and out between Shining’s hard, lean cheeks. He’d grind his balls into Shining’s ass for a while, then pull back for a few slow, shallow thrusts before pushing himself into Shining all the way. Both mares were sweaty and gasping. During all of the excitement, hooves may have gotten misplaced. They lay against each other, forelegs and hind legs tangled, side by side and cheek to cheek, positively wallowing in pleasure. Later, they would pretend nothing had happened.
“You… you’ve had that inside you?” gasped Cadence.
“Oh, yes. Every which way,” moaned Cheerilee, tossing her head to get her sweaty mane out of her eyes. “It took some working up to, but it’s worth it, for my Macintosh.”
“I’d never. I’d be too scared,” said Cadence. But she sure didn’t mind watching her husband take it. He was such a brave pony!
Before long Mac began to tremble. His thrusts became faster, harder, more erratic. He started to push Shining across the bed, until his head was hanging over the side. Shining cried out with every thrust, his husly, slightly nasal voice full of pleasure, pain, and pure desire. Mac drove himself into Shining, his powerful ass clenching.
“I’m… I’m gonna come in your ass, Princess,” rumbled Mac. “How do you feel about that?”
“I want it… I want it…” moaned Mac. He wanted to feel sexy, wanted, hot. And he also wanted Mac to come already; lube or not, he was getting extremely sore.
“Oh… Princess… Princess… Oh!”
Shining gasped, feeling the bigger stallion’s cock pulse inside of him. Mac arched his head back and let out a mighty shout. There weren’t a lot of stallions that could make Shining feel little and effeminate by comparison, but Mac was definitely one.
Mac shuddered, sweat rolling down his forehead, grinning like an idiot. Shining smiled up at him and stroked his cheek. “Was it good for you, Mac?” he asked, inexplicably nervous. It obviously had been.
“Eyup.” And Mac kissed him, tongue deep in his mouth as he slowly, carefully slid his cock out of Shining’s ass. The mares moaned and pushed their hooves hard against each other’s pussies, their soft bodies arching as they came within seconds of each other. They were both sitting in damp spots of mare juice and sweat on the Cakes’ carpet. It had definitely been a good evening.
Cadence, mind cleared a little by her second orgasm, looked around the room, and felt maybe the tiniest bit guilty. This kind of thing really hadn’t been covered in their marriage vows. And she also found herself feeling insecure. What if Shining liked Mac more than her? “Shining,” she said, voice quavering a little, “I need you.”
Shining slid off the bed, legs feeling shaky. His bottom felt very sore and disturbingly open. But he had a job to do. He leaned down to kiss his wife’s perfect pink lips. Behind him, Caramel and Cheerilee descended, giggling, on their husband, her squatting over his face, and him working his wide, feminine hips in between Mac’s legs.
Shining pulled Cadence’s slimy, sweaty body up under him, and turned her gently but firmly towards the wall. His cock was so hard it hurt, pulses of delicious erotic pain running through it every time his heart beat. With practiced familiarity, he slid his cock past her winking, aching pussy lips and into the cunt that he’d fucked and fucked over the past three years until it fit him like a glove.
“Oh, Shining!” she gasped, jerking away from him a little as his flare bumped her cervix.
“Oh, Candy,” he purred, and began to thrust. He bit her mane, and wrapped his forelegs around her belly. She wasn’t showing yet, but he thought of the new life they’d made together growing inside her as he pumped. The silky wetness of her insides was too much for him, and before long he was squirting inside of her, filling her up so full that his cum backed up painfully into his cock. She was, even after all those times together, still an amazingly tight fit for him.
The lovers collapsed to the floor, tangled up together, gasping, exhausted, their hearts full of a love that their little experiment had only made stronger. On the bed, Cheerilee and Caramel had finished taking their pleasure from Mac’s body, and were curled up against him. The room reeked of sex, and was full of the sighs of contented ponies.
“Oh, Candy,” said Shining, “we are going to have to get you a strap-on when we get home.”
“A strap-on? Oh, Shiny, you’re really going to like a certain spell I totally didn’t learn from your sister,” Cadence said with an evil grin. Shining laughed, and kissed her.
Everything was wonderful.
Until the Cakes blundered through the door, kissing each other hungrily, bow tie and apron all askew.
But that’s a story for another day.
