Cadence Enjoys Cucking

by darf

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Cadance, Dark, Romance, Shining Armor
Length: 7303

To spice up their marriage, Shining Armor agrees to a threesome with another stallion. He's just not so sure he's okay with it...

Shining Armor and Cadance have been married for a while now, and everything is great--except that Cadance isn't happy with their sex life. Not that it isn't good... just that she's bored. In search of something new. Exciting.

With that in mind, Shining Armor agrees to let one of his subordinate guards join the two of them for an evening of lovemaking. But what Shining expected and what actually happens are two very different things, leaving him wondering what love really is after all is said and done.

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Published 2016-06-20 09:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-06-20 09:10:01 UTC

The Chapter With the Fetish

“It’s not that I’m unsatisfied,” Cadence said. She was lying on her side on the bedroom’s canopy bed, fluffy purple and pink linings on every cover and sheet, and matching His and Hers pillows, one pink, one white, with a picture of either pony in the center. The bedroom smelled of honeysuckle perfume at all times, which was wonderful but made Shining Armor wonder if he was slightly allergic sometimes. Now, for instance, as he sneezed.

“Then why do we need to do this? You know I’d do anything to make you happy, but…” Shining trailed off, his eyes escaping to the side of the room. Would he really do anything? Abandon the sanctity of his marriage just so his wife could have a thrill? When he’d taken his vows, showered the kingdom in love before uniting in marriage with his bride, he hadn’t imagined the actual ‘being married’ part would be so complicated.

Cadence, for example, was a creature of extreme needs. She needed Shining Armor at all times:in the morning, to cuddle her before he got up and went to bed, or she would feel he didn’t love her; in the afternoon, when he was to call her from work and listen to how her day had been, even though it almost always consisted of banal conversations she’d had with fellow diplomats or new ideas about reorganizing the living room or kitchen or guest room or foyer or etc. etc.; she needed him at night, to make love to her, not sex, because sex was dirty and gross and every time Shining made an extra noise or was too rough Cadence frowned at him, and if he did it more than once she would cry and ask him to stop, and it was important that he not speak or say anything or it would ruin the whole thing, and as soon as she came the whole thing was done, and Shining got a hoofjob as Cadence lay in bed beside him, yawning, the pace of her foreleg slowing with each passing second, until sometimes she fell asleep, twice it had happened, and Shining had been too sad to even bother finishing himself off, and had rolled over into the wet spot and fallen asleep wondering if he understood what ‘love’ was.

Shining Armor didn’t consider himself a bad husband—but, truthfully, he had no grounds for comparison. His only friends were the guards he talked to at work, and his sister, Twilight. Her friends didn’t really count, since he hardly spoke to any of them, and most of them made him uncomfortable with their bizarre mannerisms, especially the pink one, and he swore at least once Rarity had come on to him, and that was enough to make him stay in Canterlot every weekend off unless his presence was absolutely demanded somewhere else.

So why, if he had done everything right, was he being punished? Why did Cadence seem so interested in hurting him?

“I just feel like, you know… I’ve only ever been with you. You’re wonderful. You’re the stallion I love most in the world. But I can’t help but… you know, wonder! A girl wonders, Shining. I can’t help it. I read magazines and look at photographs and think about what it would be like to have one of those big San Palomino stallions rutting me over a fence like a breeding mare… Oh, Shining! I’m so sorry.” Cadence collapsed face-down into her pillow and began to sob, shaking the bed with the movements of her body as she arched up and down.

Shining’s heart paused a moment before he came to Cadence’s side—nothing else in the world mattered if she was crying. He would cut off his own foreleg, never cast a spell again, abandon his post and his country and perhaps even family if it meant Cadence’s happiness—her happiness which was his happiness. Their happiness. He needed her to be happy.

“Shhh, shhh, sweetie, it’s okay…” Shining ran his hoof along Cadence’s back and mane, touching the back of her neck below her mane where she liked. He felt the soft shivers contest with the agony of her crying, felt her body calm as he continued to massage her back and shoulders, whisper Shhh into her ear until her crying dulled to soft whimpers.

After a few minutes, Cadence’s managed to compose herself. She sat up and looked at Shining Amour with full tears in her eyes. “Oh, Shiny, I’m so sorry. I don’t want anypony other than you. I’m sorry I said such an awful thing.”

Shining could tell she was lying. Cadence was easy to read—her natural tells were too obvious for royal diplomacy, and in fact often led to her being swindled at the Crystal market on the occasion they went into town, perhaps on a weekend. Cadence would, for fun, try to barter with one of the merchants, and, due to her position of obvious power in Princesshood, would often pay double or even triple the original price of the item, then tell Shining later what a ‘good deal’ she had gotten. Moments like these made Shining question Cadence’s intelligence—or, perhaps, less harshly, her sense of reason. He wondered what her upbringing and education had been like compared to his, where he was showered in every grace his parents could afford, perhaps to compensate for the fact that his sister was Princess Celestia’s personal student. He’d been given books on any subject his mind desired, training in every sport and form of combat, all which had padded his resume for his eventual position as leader of the Canterlot guard. His parents had clearly loved him a great deal—but as far as he knew, Cadence’s parents were out of the picture, devoured by some great horror of darkness manifest by Sombra himself. He didn’t ask questions about the past—Cadence never answered them anyway.

“Sweetheart,” Shining said, patting Cadence softly on the back. He wished he had a better nickname to call her—he wished he was creative enough to explain how much he loved her, to show her. He understood how he might do that. “I know you’re not being honest with me… it’s okay to want something different. Goodness knows I… well, I mean… you’re not the first… girl I’ve been with, anyway…” Shining’s sentence ambled increasingly as it dug his grave further. He could see the sadness in Cadence’s eyes turn to green envy, then fury like icepicks aimed for his skull.

“How many other mares have you slept with?” Cadence asked. She sat up straight, pulling away from Shining’s hoove, staring him in the face with those crystal eyes that could turn dirt to diamond. Shining felt himself cower under them, a bead of sweat form on his brow, shivers prickle along every inch of his skin.

“Uh, I… well, Cadence, I don’t know if that’s really a fair—“

“How. Many.” The air turned to ice in Cadence’s syllables.

“Uh… well…” Shining swallowed the giant lump of lead in his throat, but it went nowhere. Speak, you idiot, his brain told him. Tell her or she’ll turn you into a crystal statue on the spot. This thought was, of course, irrational—even in her most furious moments, Cadence had never done more than yelled. But why did the thot exist in the first place, then?

Shining stalled as long as he could—right before he sensed Cadence’s horn begin to flare, his mouth opened.

“Seven.”

The violent pink glow dimmed to nothing. Cadence’s fury vanished too, her hoof clutched to her mouth, eyes wide.

“S-s-seven?” She was stuttering, her whole body caught in a paroxysm of shock. Oh dear. Shining had said the wrong thing, hadn’t he.

“Well, I mean, seven really, not counting, you know, things that just went half-way—“

“More than seven? Oh my stars, Shining! I can’t believe I’m just another number to you! I’m number eight! I’m mare number eight!” Cadence collapsed into a heap on the bed and began to thrash, kicking her legs and feet and tossing the blankets and pillows everywhere. Her crying echoed in the spacious bedroom, and Shining wouldn’t be surprised if it escaped the cracks in the door and echoed down the hallway too. Shining wouldn’t be surprised if a guard came any second, wondering why he might be beating his princess.

“Cadence, Cadence, calm down! I just answered your question… please, stop crying.” It was a simple request, in Shining’s mind. Not that it was so simple to stop crying; emotions couldn’t be turned on and off like a faucet. But they could be moved towards, like goalposts at opposite ends of a field, so no matter how sad you were at any given moment, you could hurtle yourself thru the grass and dew and mud and eventually end up at something that looked like ‘happy’. All Shining wanted Cadence to do was to get up and start walking, rather than lying in a pool of rainwater and muck and rolling to coat herself in it.

“How can I calm down?” Cadence had a habit of asking rhetorical questions when she was upset. “Am I supposed to just forget that I’m the eighth mare you’ve fucked? Am I supposed to forget that you’ve stuck your dick in seven other girls, and I’m number eight, and I never even knew? I saved myself for you, Shining!” Cadence began to full on sob into her pillow, at least muffling the cries that sounded like she was being stabbed.

Shining’s entire being collapsed into a tiny point of darkness. He had done everything wrong. Cadence was not only sad, she was sad because of him. It was his fault she was sad, and there was no way to fix it. Nothing he could do, nothing he could say to free Cadence of the grief of this knowledge, of being so wounded by merely knowing him—by knowing his past, who he was, by him being him. Shining felt like a garbage dump with a horn.

Nothing he could do… except…

“Cadence… what about your… idea? Would that make you feel better?”

Cadence sniffled, her sobbing stemmed momentarily by her brain’s answering of Shining’s question. She wiped a tear off her cheek and onto the pillow, which was soaked. “What idea?” Her hair had become frazzled during her crying, something that for some reason turned Shining on. He loved when she looked disheveled—when she looked like there was something wrong with her. Why did he like that? Was there something wrong with him? Or did it just mean he was a natural empathy, someone who couldn’t help but hurt when someone else hurt—and when he saw her chaos, he ached for it, to dive inside too.

“Your… idea. With the, uh… lieutenant.” Shining coughed. He didn’t want to say the name.

“You mean Iron Eagle?” Cadence asked. If there was another pegasus lieutenant in the Canterlot guard that Cadence had asked Shining’s permission to have a threesome with, Shining was unaware of them.

“Yes,” Shining said, gritting his teeth. The rage in him threatened to escape thru his esophagus and along his tongue, bathing the room in it, and Cadence as well. Control. Discipline. He was captain of the guard, for Celestia’s sake. “You and Iron Eagle… I mean we should try your suggestion. I think I’m… okay with the idea now.”

All of problems and catastrophe were obliterated. Shining could see it on her face—the way her smile instantly cleared the frown, the way the tears began to dry even before the laws of physics dictated they should. Because love, as Shining had learned, was a magical energy, and could do all sorts of amazing things. Suppressing his jealousy, anger, petty feelings in the name of his wife’s happiness—that was love, wasn’t it?

“Oh, Shiny… are you sure? You seemed so against it a moment ago.” A moment ago being fifteen minutes or so. Moments could be stretched out or compressed as long as they needed; in a way, they were concrete objects one could pluck from existence. Need a moment? Take one. Only you get to decide how long it will be. To that end, Shining Armor took a moment.

“Yes,” He said. “I’m sure. I want you… to be happy. That will make me happy. And you’re right that it’s… unfair that I’ve been with so many… other partners and you… haven’t.” Shining Armor finished the sentence like it was being dictated to him, or thru him, by a voice that wasn’t his own. It was a voice that rose up somewhere in his stomach and weaved thru his entire body before making its way to his brain, and by the time it touched his tongue and came out again into the world he was very certain there was something fishy going on with what he was saying. But he could see the shimmer of starlight in Cadence’s eyes—he knew what he’d said had made her happy. And he was happy. Now, at least, he was happy.

“Oh, Shiny, thank you so much!” Cadence hugged him, wrapping her forelegs around and squeezing him so tight it felt like they might be merged together. Cadence always gave the best hugs—she put her whole being into them, no part of her free from the act of affection. “Does that mean we can do it tonight?” Cadence gave him a sort of smiling but pouty lip, the kind that made his cock twitch and his animal fires flare in the hindmost part of his brain. Shining gave a small sniff, a snort suppressed, and nodded.

“Yes,” he said. “We can… do it tonight.”

Cadence bounced and giggled gleefully. Her every inch exuded happiness.

“Oh, Shiny, I can’t tell you how ecstatic I am! Oh—but I did just did. Ecstatic! You’ve made me ecstatic! You’ve shown that you love me, and that you trust me, and that you’re secure enough with our marriage to let another pony join us in the most special act we could ever have together. I love you so much, Shining Armor!” Cadence hugged him again, even tighter, and then showered him in kisses, on his cheeks, his forehead, his neck, his chest, anywhere that wasn’t his mouth. Shining felt his entire body warm, like the fire between his loins had transferred to every inch of the blood moving thru his veins.

“It’s… no big deal,” he said. ‘Lied’, perhaps, was the word he said in his head. Because it was a big deal—to let someone, a subordinate, no less, have his way—exactly that, his, someone other than Shining Armor’s—way with Cadence, his wife, his crown jewel, the pony who he valued most in the world. Yes, he’d slept with other girls before, but they hadn’t really meant anything, half of them were drunken one night stands, the other half relationships more toxic than happy, ones he was glad to be rid of. One was… he didn’t think about it often. But Cadence was what mattered—eight was no number he applied to her. She had no number. There were many mares, but she was his wife.

And so he was to let his wife get fucked by some strange stallion—a pegasus who had worked under him for six months. How to even approach the situation? His position of power made it awkward, as tho it might be an obligation… and then things could get even worse if he said no. Word would spread, that the captain was a freak, his wife was loose and wanted another stallion’s tool, and who knows what from there…

Cadence, it seemed, had thot of all that. “I’ll go and ask him so there’s no confusion or abuse of power,” Cadence said. “I know, with me being a princess and all, that’s sort of impossible, but you know how good I am at explaining things to ponies. I’ll make sure he understands there’s no harm in saying no. And if he doesn’t cooperate…” Cadence winked sideways at Shining Armor, who knew what the wink meant. Blink. Flash. Bye bye memory. It was something Cadence did as little as possible—but was it strictly unethical? Shining Armor wasn’t sure.

“Be back in a flash,” Cadence sang, vanishing out the door, still in the slip of her nightgown—an intimate outfit, something only her husband was supposed to see. Shining Armor imagined himself as a low-ranking Pegasus in the guard; poorly paid, not particularly well-looked after by any of the guard’s available facilities. Serving an overglorified floor patrol most of the time, doing paperwork for whatever percent remained. As a pegasus, yes, there must be some freedom, air patrols, scanning the perimeter when necessary—but nothing really happened in the castle, near it, or anywhere else, that required the attention of the guard, unless it was a world-clearing catastrophe that only Shining Armor (as well as his sister and her group of weird friends) was qualified to deal with. So that meant boredom—pointlessness. Shining Armor couldn’t empathize at all—he wasn’t even sure he wanted to.

He didn’t know much about Iron Eagle, besides the fact that he was on time to his shifts, didn’t speak much, and had a cutie-mark that matched his name—an eagle in flight, wings tucked in like a bullet, zooming towards an unknown target; and, yes, in steel. His coat was a darker grey to accommodate the gunmetal of the bullet, which gave him an altogether ominous look, in Shining’s Opinion. He almost looked like one of Nightmare Moon’s private guard.

It wasn’t that Shining had anything particularly against the pony—aside his looks, which Shining reasoned was more instinct than anything, and thus subdued in himself by overcompensation, being extra nice every he said hello, making sure to scan every dimension of his speech to rid it of the slightest hint of resentment. Now that the pegasus was about to have full, unfettered access to his wife’s body, Shining wasn’t sure how well he could hide the feeling in the future.

Shining heard Cadence approach down the hallway a few seconds before she reached the bedroom door; she was all giggles, and a second pair of hoofsteps as well. The door parted to reveal Shining’s wife and her mark of affection: Iron Eagle, who was still in full uniform. Pulled from patrol, no doubt. Shining cringed at the thot of an empty corridor in the night-time. Not that anything ever happened, or could, or would, but… still. The worry bothered him regardless. Perhaps it was the situation.

“He said yes!” Cadence beamed, holding one of Iron Eagle’s hooves as a relic from her guidance to the bedroom. Shining eyed the paired hooves, then returned his gaze to his subordinate, who looked somewhat pleased with the situation he’d gotten himself into.

“Evening, Captain,” the pegasus said with a salute. “Can’t say I expected I’d be invited anyplace like this. It’s my honor, of course.”

Shining gritted his teeth. His honor. Who was this pony, and why did every word he said make Shining Armor want to punch him in his stupid mouth.

Shining nodded slowly, swallowing the words on his tongue that started with ‘fucking’ and ended somewhere in a five second swirl of profanity later. “Yes,” he said, as slowly as he could without sounding like a bomb waiting to go off. “I’m… glad we could… that you… agreed to help… fulfill one of Cadence’s—one of our, I’m sorry—fantasies…” Shining found the words coming out of his chest like they were being forced thru a pea-sized tube, every syllable an aching lung and seizing of his whole body just to say one word. One stupid word. He felt like he was about to catch on fire, or suddenly realize he had been on fire the whole time with no one telling him.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, sweetie?” Cadence (finally) left Iron Eagle’s side and went to her husband’s, noticing his flushed face and the sweat pooling on his brow. She wasn’t as good at reading emotions as Shining was, despite her natural talent at empathy. Shining had decades of practice, growing up in an environment where showing your feelings meant you getting beaten up in the barracks for being a sissy. Where having a teddy bear meant Mr. Kukujub got thrown in the toilet and lit on fire with kerosene and firecrackers and Shining cried in his bed for two hours straight and then the scout master came in and told him to stop being such a sissy and the only cure for whiners was hard work and made him run so many laps of track he couldn’t breathe anymore and then keep running until he threw up and then threw up again and when he woke up he wasn’t sad anymore but he couldn’t walk very well, and the scout master Mr. Salt Flag had carried him back to bed and told him a story about when his dad had caught him reading a comic instead of weeding the garden, and had taken away the comic and hit him until he couldn’t walk for a day, and that was how he’d learned the value of hard work, and now he’d taught it to Shining, and Shining never forgot that no matter what. And he remembered that memory in his head before his mouth opened.

“Yes,” he said. “I’m okay. With it, I mean.”

Cadence squealed and wrapped her arms around Shining Armor. The hug felt one sided, but she squeezed him extra hard, nuzzling her nose into his neck, breathing onto his skin and inhaling the scent of his whole body, the musk that was on him clean or dirty, that made him her husband, the pony she loved. She could tell his smell from a mile away, if it were that she could smell that far. For now, she simply sighed, and buried herself in that love for a moment; for thirty-six seconds of a moment.

“Thank you, Shiny,” Cadence said, smiling brightly. “This means a lot to me.”

Shining nodded. He held back the feeling in his stomach that resembled vomit.

“So, um… goodness. How should we start?” Cadence went from confident to flustered in an instant, jumped to the bed and tried to pose, but couldn’t find anything that looked like the porn-star filly she envisioned in her head, and so settled on a kind of awkward lying on her side with her head held up by a hoof. Not quite sexy, but very close.

“Well,” Iron Eagle said. His hooves reached for the buckles of his uniform as he spoke, and plates and coverings began to slide away and onto the floor. “I have to admit, I’ve always had a fantasy about being… blown by another stallion.” He paused before the word, but his vocabulary was so blunt, so crass, it made Shining Armor shiver, the vomit in his stomach building even further.

Cadence, on the other hand, seemed to explode with joy at the idea. “You have? Oh my goodness, that’s so, so… naughty! Oooh, Shiny, would you… would you, I mean, you don’t have to, of course, you can say no, if, if…” Cadence babbled off into nothing, unable to give a real reason it was okay if Shining said no. The idea was in her head now—Iron Eagle had put it there. And no matter what he did, Shining Armor couldn’t free her of that want, that expectation. The only thing he could do was fulfil it.

Shining Armor had never been with another stallion. He’d almost experimented in college, but the stallion in question (who was his Hoofball teammate and roommate for sophomore year) had let things go as far as hooves on genitals before he’d panicked and run into his room, making up an excuse about having an exam in the morning. After that the two of them barely spoke, and the roommate relocated to another dormitory the year after, removing himself from Shining’s life forever. Since then, Shining had been too afraid to try, just in case things happened the same—and so here he was faced with opportunity number two. One he wasn’t sure he wanted.

“So you want me to, uh… blow you?” The words felt disgusting in Shining Armor’s mouth, like he’d bitten into an apple and gotten a worm. Blow him. He wanted Shining Armor to get on the ground and suck his cock. Suck his cock. Shining Armor almost retched.

“Um… yeah, if that’s okay. Captain—I mean, Shining Armor.” Iron Eagle was nervous—Shining could read it on him. He was nervous—why the fuck was he nervous? All of his armor was off now, and Shining could see he had nothing to be nervous for; his stallionhood dangled at a length Shining couldn’t compare to even in inches, because the standard of measurement seemed so far apart. He hadn’t measured himself since high school, fully aware he hadn’t magically grown any since then—and here was Iron Eagle, standing in front of him with a dick almost as big as his foreleg. Nervous. And Shining felt like he was about to die inside. Why couldn’t he just enjoy the experience? Why couldn’t he just participate in what he was doing?

He tried. With his armor still on, Shining Armor got off the bed and knelt down in front of his subordinate. He knew the logistics of what the act involved.

“Oh, gosh!” Cadence squeaked from the bed beside them. Shining chanced a look over to find her playing with herself, no care or attention to secrecy, her pussy on full display as she rubbed it with her hoof, already dripping wet down her legs and onto the bed. They had to change the sheets whenever they had sex, which hadn’t been often lately. At least tonight, then.

The cock in front of Shining’s face was an obstacle he had no idea what to do with. He had a cock himself, yes, so there were theoretically places he could touch, bits he could lick—but the whole act seemed foreign, wrong. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Even opening his mouth was a challenge.

“Are you nervous?” Iron Eagle asked. Shining Armor hated him.

“Yes,” he said. “I’ve never…”

“Done this before? It’s okay. I’ve, uh… I’ve been on the other end a few times. If you want, I can do most of the work.”

The work. The act itself was a type of work. He could take away the task of this awful thing, to make Cadence happy. Yes, a thousand times.

“Yes please.”

Iron Eagle nodded.

“Just open your mouth, okay? And tap my shoulder if it hurts.”

Shining opened his mouth. He didn’t bother to position his hoof—he knew it would hurt, no matter what he did.

The sliding in was gentle at first—nothing scary, but revolting all the same, because Shining couldn’t rid himself of the idea that here he was, sucking the cock of a pegasus so far beneath him in rank and stature that Shining could have him fired the next day for no particular reason at all. Shining wasn’t that cruel, but for some reason his heart stung as the first taste of stallion dick—Iron Eagle’s, in particular—parted his lips and slid onto his tongue.

From there it was simply an act of letting Iron Eagle do the guiding—‘the work’, as he’d put it. Shining just knelt there with his mouth open, and had a cock forced into it. Halfway, then three quarters, then so far Shining was sure he would start choking, feeling it poke at the back of his throat, but for some reason he didn’t, Iron Eagle had just the right angle, or just the right technique—or, even worse, Shining found in himself a secret talent, a secret liking for the act of sucking cock, and here was the epiphany laid out in front of him, never to be run from again.

Shining wanted to pull away. Instead, he lapped with his tongue at the underside of Iron Eagle’s cock.

“Unnngh! Sweet Celestia, you’re good at this. Are you sure you’ve never done it before?” Iron Eagle had pulled back and began to thrust, picking up a steady motion with each end-thrust leaving the bulbous head of his prick firmly at the back of Shining’s throat, where, for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to gag. To find out that perhaps he had no gag reflex at all, and there was only one thing that was good for. All he could do was shake his head vaguely as Iron Eagle pounded into him, fucking his face like a future vision of his wife’s pussy.

Iron Eagle’s balls slapped against Shining Armor’s chin as he continued to face fuck the guard captain. Shining could smell the sweat on them, the sweat that would be dripping off Iron Eagle’s face and onto his wife soon. He could feel the hardness of the cock in his mouth, in his throat, the veins under his tongue if he paid close attention, circling around the shaft and the underside of the head, which made Iron Eagle groan especially. And Shining only knew how to suck cock because he had had his cock sucked a fair few times before, and was only doing what he imagined he might like done to him, only towards someone who he wanted nothing nice to happen. But for his wife. Everything for her. He sucked, and began to bob his head.

“Oh, fuck, stop stop!” Iron Eagle pulled out, yanking his cock from Shining Armor’s mouth. “Holy shit! If you kept going I was gonna fucking cum! How are you so good at that?”

Shining Armor shrugged. He felt a hot weight in his stomach, a type of slag that had boiled up from his heart or brain and sunken so far down it was irretrievable, would remain in his organs forever until he died, or removed it by force.

“Dunno,” he said. “Must be… natural talent.”

“Oh, Shiny, that was soooooo hot!” Cadence leapt from the bed onto Shining Armor and pinned him to the ground, kissed him harder than she’d ever kissed him, like she was trying to implant the memory of her tongue in his mouth forever. Her whole body rubbed up against him: Shining Armor felt the wetness of her pussy against his stomach, she was grinding on him almost, sliding herself up and down on him, precarious inches separating their sex until she came up again, kissed him, kissed his neck, bit and nibbled and licked at his ear until he was a melted mess begging for her warm wetness, and only then might she put it in—but this time she pulled away, fell to his side, gasping for breath, leaving him with the ache of aches that only she could satisfy—and, he sensed, suddenly, would not.

“So… Shiny. Is it okay if I, uh…” The words, again, disappeared, because both Cadence and Shining Armor were of royalty, and even the act of sex was never to be spoken of, let alone had freely, and to talk of it was even worse, so that all the necessary words vanished from their vocabulary, vague allusions to “It” and “That Thing” that were so ambiguous and guilt-laden that communication became rendered impossible.

“Do you want me to rut you?” Iron Eagle asked, his obscenely large cock dangling beneath him.

Cadence moaned, a moan like Shining had only heard when he was inside her. Before anything had happened, he heard her moan. His cock shrivelled.

“Yes! Please!” Cadence had ceased to look to Shining for guidance, assured in his previous yeses, not suspecting that every atom of him wanted out, want to say no, wanted to reverse time and take away all fragments of existence that made up the experiences that had led him here, reassemble them into something else, wipe the taste of another stallion’s cock from his mouth and give him back his wife, who was currently on all fours on the bed waiting to be savaged by a piece of equipment so big it could be sold in a sex-shop. Shining Armor watched, transfixed, because the horror was inescapable anyway.

Iron Eagle didn’t go behind Cadence first—he made his way in front of her, dangling his piece of meat in front of her face. Watching, Shining could see Cadence’s eyes widen, her mouth part, her tongue extend slightly—he could almost see her drool. He imagined none of these things happened before she went down on him. An ice dagger somewhere, stabbing him repeatedly in invisible ways.

“Do you wanna suck it first?” Iron Eagle asked. “Because if—ahhh!”

No answer was necessary but Cadence’s lips, locked around the head of Iron Eagle’s massive prick. She paid due attention to it for a moment, licking along the head and underside, before sliding down, slowly, taking as much as she could in her mouth, which was about half, before pulling up, taking her mouth off and inhaling deeply.

“Do you want me to do most of the work?” Iron Eagle asked.

Cadence nodded, smiling like a happy puppy. She opened her mouth again and stuck out her tongue—ahhhh.

Iron Eagle treated Cadence’s mouth much the same way he had treated Shining Armor’s, with the exception being that he was invariably more gentle—Cadence had a gag reflex, couldn’t swallow the whole length of his obscene pole in a single go. She couldn’t swallow the whole length at all, in fact, but that didn’t seem to bother her or Iron Eagle. Shining Armor stared as he watched his wife give what looked to be the sloppiest blowjob of her life—saliva dribbled everywhere, matching the moisture stains on the bedspread from Cadence’s constant dripping. Iron Eagle’s cock was well-lubed, and as he slid it in and out of Cadence’s mouth, her lips made filthy slurping noises, like she was a child devouring an ice cream.

In spite of himself, Shining Armor raised a hoof to his cock and began to stroke. He was completely limp, but that would change with enough time and determination. Meanwhile, his eyes stayed fixated on his wife, being face-fucked by this strange pegasus.

Shining only had a chance to watch for a few seconds more before Iron Eagle pulled his cock out of Cadence’s mouth, seemingly content with the amount of oral attention it had received. Cadence looked up at him, still in puppy-dog visage, panting, but asking for more with her every inch of being, saying to this pegasus, “Please, use me, I am absolutely yours to fill in any way you want.” Shining knew that look—Cadence had given it to him once. His cock was a little bit hard.

Iron Eagle wasted no time in lining himself up for his real prize. The princess of a kingdom had invited her to the bedchambers to fuck, and he intended to make every second of that fuck the best it could possibly be. Cadence actually hadn’t said much about including Shining Armor—that he’d be there at all was only vaguely mentioned. As far as Iron Eagle was concerned, there was nothing for him to worry about other than the sweet, dripping pussy in front of him.

Cadence arched her back and gasped sharply as she felt the head of Iron Eagle’s cock press against her slit. He slid it up and down a few times, slowly, teasing her, once or twice even rubbing his head firmly against her clit, making her squeal and arch even more, just short of begging for it. Almost willing to. So close to. “Iron, please—“

He’d waited for the ‘please’, like a gentleman. From there, he was done being gentle. Iron buried himself in Cadence like a sword into a stone, and the moan he earned for his troubles told him to keep going. He pulled all the way out, rubbed his head along Cadence’s moist entrance, and then buried himself again. By stroke three, there was a ready rhythm, and Cadence found herself being slammed into the bed with each thrust, her moans almost buried in her pillow, which she tore away with her hoof and flung onto the floor.

“Oh! My! This is… fuck! So…” Cadence never swore, but there was no other word, and even then the word wasn’t enough. She felt so full that the world was empty by comparison. The cock inside her was the biggest she’d ever felt, having only Shining’s for comparison—it was huge. It made her feel absolutely and completely full, and she never wanted it to stop, never wanted to stop being pounded the way she was, made to feel so used and rough and filthy and—

“Oh! I’m gonna… oh, mmmmhm!” Cadence drowned the last word in her pillow, biting down on the imported fabric as hard as she could, hoping it would drown the specifics of her shame, admitting that only a few minutes with this stranger’s cock in her had brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure. When Shining was right beside her, knowing that thirty minutes was sometimes still not enough to make her feel good. Shining, whose cock was mostly hard by now, and who was stroking it lamely in a chair beside the bed, staring at the sight of his wife quivering to orgasm on a stranger’s dick.

Iron Eagle, on the other hand, seemed to completely forget Shining was there—and in fact, he focused his attentions even more fully on Cadence, running his hooves over her back, thru her hair—then, to both Shining and Cadence’s surprise, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head back. Yanking, in essence, the hair of a princess of an empire back.

Cadence screamed, her mouth open, tongue hanging out. “Oh, gosh! More! Please!”

She loved it. Shining had never pulled her hair. His cock was hard now, and he was stroking it furiously, fast and rough as he could manage, letting all the friction in the world collect inside his hooves to bring him to climax, to somehow participate in this act that made him feel close to death itself.

Iron Eagle followed Cadence’s instructions—he abandoned her mane and grabbed her torso with both hooves, lifting her up so he could stand on his hind legs and fuck her while keeping her aloft. Shining wondered if he could do that, if he was physically strong enough; the sheer act of Cadence being lifted up seemed to turn her on even more, her body made into a doll by Iron Eagle’s strong but gentle hooves. Cadence buried her face into Iron’s shoulder as her entire body shook.

“Oh, I’m cumming again!” There was no pillow, so she bit down on Iron Eagle’s shoulder, his dark grey coat filling her mouth, gentle enough not to hurt forever, hard enough to leave a mark. If Iron Eagle noticed any pain, he didn’t show it—he kept bouncing Cadence on his cock, so small in comparison to his side she almost looked like a child. The implication was in Shining’s mine, and he knew it was in Cadence’s too, because her look became even more pouty, her appearance even more childlike. She grunted with every thrust inside.

“Unh… this feels… really… good… oh!” Cadence came again, unable to stop the flood of pleasure her body was giving her—given to her by this dark pegasus, this hung stallion of a man, dark and tall and nothing like her husband, a new thing, a novelty, something she had never felt before in her entire existence—and she came again, soaking Iron Eagle’s cock in her pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” Iron Eagle said, his voice upsettingly calm between grunts and thrusts. “Where do you want it?”

At this, Cadence looked to Shining, who had almost imagined himself not to exist—who felt that if he pretended hard enough that there was nothing else in the world but him and his dick and that memory of a porno magazine he’d had when he was in elementary school before his mom had cleaned his room and taken it away, and the mare in the centerfold was dressed like a teacher with a white blouse and a short black skirt and she was bent over showing herself and Shining had cum to it so many times the picture was almost torn into pieces by the time his mother found it. Shining opened his eyes and found Cadence staring into them, dragging him back into the experience he had almost convinced himself wasn’t happening.

“Shiny? You know I’m on… protection—unh!” Cadence’s speech was interrupted by her moans, each one somewhat like a dagger, or maybe a flaming thumb-tack. “Would it be alright if… if Iron… if he…”

“Came inside you?” Shining finished. His insides twisted to a snake inside a snake. His cock twitched.

“Oh, Shining! Can… can he really?” Cadence looked like she might die of pleasure. Even Iron had turned his gaze, waiting for the look of approval before he let go.

Shining closed his eyes. Raised his head. Lowered it. “Yes.”

“Ohhh!”

The ‘Ohhh’ was Cadence moaning as Iron Eagle made one last slam inside her before his testicles began to empty themselves. His cock was so big that Cadence could almost feel it in her stomach, and so when he came the warmth of his sperm soaked her insides, it made the entirety of her body warm. She could feel every spurt as it came from the tip of his cock, and then as there was too much cum to stay in, began to leak, around the shaft of his cock and down her legs, onto the wet-spot of the bed, until at last his balls had emptied themselves, and he pulled out, Cadence falling to the bed now that she was empty.

“Phew! Holy shit. That was something! Are you okay your maj—er, I mean, Miss Cadence?”

The reason Iron Eagle had asked this was that Cadence looked as tho she had, for all intents and purposes, passed out completely. This was normal for her, during sex, as Shining Armor had learned in shock on their wedding night.

“She’ll be fine,” Shining Armor said from his chair. A tiny dribble of semen had leaked out of his cock, and he wiped it off with a nearby Kleenex. He was limp again, while Iron Eagle’s unit hunt almost as its full length, ready to go again if there happened to be the mere suggestion of sex. “She always passes out afterwards. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Oh.”

The silence in the air felt thick, like peanut butter. Iron Eagle coughed. Shining said nothing.

“Well, uh… may I be dismissed, Captain?”

Shining scanned the pegasus, standing with his hoof raised in salute, to see if he was joking—if he was really asking permission, or just delivering one last stab before he left. When it came down to it, Shining just couldn’t be sure.

“You’re dismissed,” he said, waving his hoof. Iron Eagle nodded and turned about face. He shut the door quietly behind himself as he left, Cadence’s soft breaths turning into just as gentle snores as she faded into full unconsciousness.

It was 2:31AM. Shining didn’t feel tired—he wasn’t sure he felt anything. His body hummed as tho it had been emptied of emotion—as tho the dismal orgasm he had forced himself to have at the end of his wife’s fantasy had finally erased from him the last speck of light that made him a pony. Now he was just a something—a thing that had feelings, sometimes, performed actions, did whatever anypony else wanted him to do. And where was Shining Armor in all of that? He wasn’t sure.

He wasn’t sure of anything.