Polyamory

“Sweetie, please,” Shining whispered to Cadance. “What we’re doing is literally illegal, and we have no idea how she’ll react. Even if she responds, we won’t get more than half-way, and being half-way is worse than being rejected by her immediately. It has consequences.”

“Sweetheart,” Cadance patted his cheek, “This is what I do, and besides, we’ve got the perfect storm here. She’s in season, frustrated by politics, and has chosen to relax next to a romantic lake. Alicorn fertility hits MUCH harder than it does for a mortal mare. Heavens help Twilight when she... um, back on topic. You might find the way Luna copes with it to be interesting.”

“Which brings about another problem,” said Shining, “What if I get her pregnant? There’s no certainty that a ‘safety’ spell would work on a being of her stature.”

“What if?” Cadance giggled, “If I were you, I’d hope for it, she’d marry you for fear of too much scandal.”

“I’ll assume you were joking there,” Shining stared. “Besides, she’s a dream-walker; she probably already knows that we’re up to something.”

“What?” Cadance asked, “Polyamory is rare, but it’s legal.” She licked his nose. “Besides, being the only male in a relationship with several alicorns? That’s not something I’d pass up if I were you.”

“It's all beside the point anyway,” Shining sighed, “Like I said, she likely already knows what we’re planning.”

“That’s less of a problem than you think,“ said Cadance. She knew Luna well enough to know how this was going to work out, “Trust me, Shining.” She gave him the eyes, those eyes that got her everything.

“Fine, I trust you,” Shining sighed.