No matter how they assured him, how they whispered in his ears, he just couldn’t escape the shame clinging to his heart.
Like an anchor, it weighed upon him. Secrets kept unspoken for years, kisses he’d so longed for even as he stood under the wing of the perfect mare, and then laying beneath she and the perfect changeling queen. They were both of them beautiful, wonderful in every way. From the way their eyes could make his heart flutter to the way a smile, a nip, a trailing of long, serpentine tongue along his neck could make him moan and melt in their hooves, Shining Armor could want for nothing.
Yet, he did.
Curiosity held beneath the surface, bound and tied to that anchor, wriggled closer and closer to the forefront with each passing year. Each little glimpse, every time his eyes lingered on taught thighs or longed to see what lay hidden beneath a stallion’s tail.
Even now he licked his lips, his vivid imagination playing treacherous games to conjure sensations of taste and texture upon his tongue.
His wives’ hooves caressed his forelegs and sides, their strokes soothing, yet enticing. Full of desire and ardor. Cadence’s mouth pressed against his collarbone, her flat teeth nipping at the vulnerable skin and suckling to draw a needy whimper and twitch of his tail. She pressed against him, shifting up to visit her affections upon his neck, pushing him back into Chrysalis’s chest as the changeling queen gave a rumbling purr and slithered the length of her tongue into his ear.
Shining felt his cock stir within his sheath, his eyes crossed. He arched his back, lifting his rump off the soft, plush bed they all shared to press himself against Cadence’s thigh.
She reached his chin, nuzzling a slow circle as she smiled. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, my love,” she whispered huskily. “Love is natural, curiosity as well.”
“And desire,” Chrysalis purred, her fangs nipping at the tip of his ear. He gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as she grinned against his cheek. “Delicious, is it not? The pictures the imagination paints for us. Those mine painted of both you and Cadence before either would think to accept me were just so, darling stallion.”
“I-I know,” he replied, his voice quivering. Heavens, he needed them. He needed this. “It’s just not …”
“No.” She kissed him softly. “It’s not. Admitting can be difficult, experimenting awkward.” Her smile spurred memories of the day they first met, the day he knew his heart belonged to her. Cadence nuzzled him again, her eyes flitting up to Chrysalis for a moment. She smiled, then asked, “Would you like us to help you relax? We could help you try it, if you want.”
Shining ducked his head, his cheeks flushed. The idea was certainly appealing, but he couldn’t just ask them to accommodate this. He glanced up at Chrysalis, squirming at the hungry gleam in those slitted, emerald eyes. A slow lash of her tongue along her snout made him bite his lip.
He wanted it. He wanted it so badly, and she could taste every emotion, every desire that went through his heart and Cadence’s. And her hunger to see and taste and experience each one?
Ravenous.
But he couldn’t possibly ask her. Not for this.
Chrysalis’s chitinous hoof slid up his neck to cup his chin so she could hold his gaze. “I am willing,” she assured him, her eyes smoldering with naked want. “If you wish it, ask it of me and I will. Gladly. If you worry still—” she leaned in to visit a lingering, hungry kiss upon his lips “—then let us help ease your anxieties.”
“Hear,” Cadence whispered, nipping at his chin, “hear. And I have a way or two to join in as well.”
Shining whimpered. Damn, they knew him. They knew him so well.
And damned if he didn’t want every bit of what they offered.
He squeezed his eyes shut, his tail twitching, and gave a single, shaky nod. “I would,” he murmured, his voice straining both with wanton desire and fear. “I just don’t know how to … take it?”
A poor choice of words. Shining pinned his ears and fought in vain against the rosy blush bleeding into his cheeks and down to the very nape of his neck.
Chrysalis gave a throaty chuckle. “Oh, my darling stallion, to be fed straight lines such as that daily!” She kissed his nose, nipping with sharp incisors just enough to draw a shrill gasp. She looked to Cadence and leaned in to share a quick kiss. “I think song might be best rather than our usual games.” Pausing a moment, she bumped her nose against Shining’s and added, “With the usual trigger in the event that you wish to stop, of course.”
Of course. That had been one of their big things when they started courting her. His fascination and Cadence’s curiosity entwined with a bit of private fetish to enjoy that sense of enthrallment and falling under her sway. And Cadence’s. But with it came trust, and with that, the means to stop if any one of them felt uncomfortable.
“Agreed.” Cadence’s hoof stroked his cheek softly, like the touch of silk against his face. “Will you let us help you try, Shining?”
His heart settled. Shining Armor swallowed a lump and sucked in his lips. He wanted to speak, he needed to say it or they wouldn’t accept it as consent.
By the stars, they were so good to him. How they’d made that leap, mended wounds once thought deeper than any imaginable to come to this.
“Please,” he whispered. “Please, I want this. I want you both to help me experience this.”
They both smiled. Their eyes shone not just with lust and love, but warmth.
A pair of soft, fluffy kisses upon his forehead and lips sealed their silent vow. Consent given, consent accepted, and assurance that it would end if it was withdrawn at any time.
He could hear a low, honey-filled note building deep within their breasts. Perfect harmony. A beautiful, flowing melody that filled his ears with sweet, sweet promises. Promises of warm coat, skin, and carapace joining together as one. Their voices joined, filled to the brim with magic and intent, his ears twitched and stood erect. His eyes went wide, his jaw hung open in silent wonder as he let his head tilt back and allowed a strangled gasp sound from the back of his throat.
Their manes seemed to flow in an ethereal breeze, shimmering with light from the dimmed glow crystals lining their chamber walls.Their faces, beautiful beyond comprehension no matter how many times he awoke to them, and the touch of their lips upon his neck, his collarbone, his shoulders, his cheeks, his face, like a gift from the very heavens themselves.
Within his heart, a fire ignited and flowed through his veins, burning just beneath the surface of his skin. A nip of sharp teeth against his shoulder, a flick of thick pony tongue along his jawline coaxed forth a heady moon. Cool air stung and teased his sensitive flesh as his cock emerged from its sheath. Anxiety, awkwardness, worry all washed away, burned beneath the fire and majesty of both song and touch.
Enchanting.
Lights of cerulean and emerald danced around him like tiny fairies. A rush of arcane green fire near his rump brought a sudden warmth, and a flash of light and chime of magic drew his attention between Cadence’s legs. He could feel them pressing against his thigh and rump before he saw them—perfectly round, somewhere just a touch smaller than his own, and covered by her lovely pink coat were a pristine set of balls and sheath, just waiting to yield their hidden prize.
Chrysalis rolled her hips, grinding her newly grown package against Shining’s backside. He let out a ragged gasp and bit his lip, earning himself a little kiss beneath his ear for his trouble before she pushed him away and guided him to turn and behold her wares.
Smooth, glistening with wax, with a little split in the top of her sheath to betray a hint of slime green.
Shining found himself licking his lips. Whether out of nerves or need, he couldn’t say.
“Come now, Shining,” Cadence crooned, her melodious voice sent a ripple of pleasure through mind and body. She splayed her legs, playfully cupping her balls with the edge of her hoof. “Give us a little love to help wake our friends up. Put that handsome mouth to work.”
Yes. Oh, yes.
His lips parting, Shining leaned in slowly, his breath shaking as he gazed lovingly at the delicious wares splayed before him. He held up just short of Cadence’s, his tongue peeking between his lips. He drew in close and pressed his snout against her, breathing deep to savor the musty odor of stallion meat. How had she imitated even that? Had Chrysalis, too?
Cadence first. He hummed a low note and began to nuzzle softly, his tongue flitting out to lap at the warm, velvety flesh. His lips trailed soft kisses, visiting his affection upon each succulent testicle before he ran his tongue up her sheath as if to chase her cock from its hiding place. Shining felt a stir, his efforts spurred onward.
A pink, ruddy head emerged from her sheath at last. Cadence’s newly grown cock slid forward slowly, presenting itself to him like a dancer arising forth and standing proud and tall.
He pressed his snout against it, his own cock standing erect and eyes fluttering. So warm, so musty. A whimper sounded from the back of his throat, Shining Armor planted a kiss at her base, then a quick, teasing lick.
A whimper drew a flick of his ears. Cadence’s hoof cupped the back of his head and ran through his mane. “Sh-Shining!” she gasped. “Oh, Shining, yes!”
Chrysalis’s throaty chuckle sent tremors through his belly. As he lavished kisses upon his wife’s shaft, he glanced up, his tongue out to lick again, just in time to see his second wife draw in with her serpentine tongue lapping and flicking against the Princess of Love’s neck.
“New sensations, my dears,” she sang. Her eyes glittering, she pressed her cock up against Shining’s rump and ground against him. “Take her in your mouth, my love. Taste her, swallow her, and savor every bit. Then mine.”
The slightest flicker of doubt died beneath her words and loving gaze, and the naked arousal and sheer need upon Cadence’s beautiful face. Shining ran his tongue from her scrotum up to the flat, fleshy head and planted a lingering kiss. Warm, sticky precum coated his lips, clinging as he drew back to regard his prize.
His tongue lapped it eagerly. Shining’s eyes went wide at the taste. Was that what it was like whenever she or Chrysalis took him aside and made him writhe so?
Shining Armor breathed deep, the musty scent of her arousal and cock so heavenly and alluring, and descended upon her throbbing member, his lips parting to take he ran slowly. His lips slid down her shaft, he pitched his weight forward, his tail flagging high as he opened his mouth wider still to accommodate her girth. Cadence’s head touched the back of his throat and made him gag, his eyes crossing.
By the stars! He knew it was only artificial, but the taste, the texture! The feeling of having a warm cock probing the back of his throat was enough to make his own twitch and throb with need!
One of Chrysalis’s chitinous hooves began to stroke and grip his shaft, pumping slowly, her touch one that spoke of expert ease in bringing him to the very brink. “Bob slowly,” she whispered. “Use your tongue to lap and caress her shaft. The underside is very sensitive, especially near the base.” A little tug made his hips thrust backward into her and drew a throaty purr. “Milk her, darling.”
Curious, he began to flit and curl his tongue along the underside of Cadence’s cock, slowly moving his head back and forth like he’d seen them do so many times before.
Cadence’s hips bucked. She let out a keening moan, her cock twitching in his mouth’s warm embrace, she began to roll her hips in slow, jerky thrusts in time with his ministrations. “Oh—oh, yes! Sh-Shining, please! Fast—mmm!”
Lips smacked together, deep, sensuous moaning drew his gaze upward. His wives’ lips moved together in a hungry dance, little glimpses of thick, flat and long, serpentine tongues greeted him with each parting. Cadence tilted her head back and let her eyes shut, her ears splayed as she submitted to the changeling’s forceful kiss and gave way to pleasure. Chrysalis’s free hoof came up to caress her delicate cheek, the other stroking Shining’s shaft faster, more insistent, eager to see him succumb to their wiles again.
Moaning, he sucked harder, swallowing upon his wife’s head as she’d done to him so many times before, his tongue circling and flicking against the base as if to draw semen forth. And just as it had for he, the sensations brought Cadence to the brink.
She shrieked into the kiss shared with Chrysalis, her hips bucking and cock twitching wildly, spilling thick, hot seed into his waiting mouth. He felt her head flare again and again, his cheeks filling as he tried to hold it all inside.
A bead of cum escaped through the corner of his mouth and dribbled down his chin. The taste of heavy salt and … oddly enough, just a hint of sticky sweetness played upon his tongue.
He swallowed, then slowly drew his lips back and released her cock with a sound akin to that of their kiss so he could lick his lips clean and gaze up at his beloved Cadence and behold the utter bliss which tugged her lips into a contented smile and sent her gaze skyward toward the crystalline ceiling.
Is that how he looked? No wonder they found the notion of sucking him off enjoyable rather than degrading—there was a sense of power in bringing somepony (er, someone, as Chrysalis would remind him) to a point of such sheer pleasure!
Come to think of it, Chrysalis was in desperate need of similar servicing, if that deliciously hard cock pressing against his dock was any indication.
Before he could turn and voice some offer to worship his Queen—or something similarly of the like which always brought that vulpine smile to her face during their nightly escapades—she snatched a hoof-full of his mane and jerked him back, pain shooting from the roots as he round himself bent backward to stare into her eyes.
Chrysalis ran her tongue along his cheeks, matting his coat before she sealed his lips in a deep, hungry kiss. The serpentine muscle snaked its way into his mouth and ensnared his own, coiling and squeezing, a sensuous massage that made his eyes cross and roll back.
She broke the kiss after a small eternity, slowly withdrawing her tongue from his mouth and flitting the twin tips against his nose. “And now, my sweet,” she sang once more, her voice low and husky like one of those throaty, smoldering mares his mother would listen to on the radio when he was a colt. “Shall we join together?”
That spark of doubt and uncertainty flickered to life once more, even through the hypnotic notes of both song and arousal. They wouldn’t be upset if he asked to stop. He knew that well. If he asked at any moment, even as her head began to probe his entrance, they would.
But curiosity and lust and want and need won the day with the help of both song and spell. His worries fizzled like an ember beneath flowing water.
His tail lashed once. Shining’s breath caught in his throat as a whimper, a bright, silly grin spread across his features. He shuffled his hooves out wide and thrust his hips back against her shaft. “I-I want it,” Shining stammered. “I want you inside me, I want to try it.”
She kissed his nose, soft and chaste. Full of love and affection.
Then, she guided him to lean forward, one hoof around his waist and tugging gently. She coaxed his right leg a step wider to spread him, her tip probing and teasing his entrance.
He whimpered. His tail twitched, betraying his nerves. His second wife traced a slow, comforting circle about his right flank and began to sing again. She sang of passion, love, and promises of pleasure, her voice joined by Cadence’s high soprano. To ward off anxiety and fear, and allow him the chance to experience desires long-hidden, if that was his wish.
Electricity raced through his veins. Shining felt his cock throb in need, he let his eyes flutter shut. He’d come this far and enjoyed every second. Every bit.
His tail bobbing high like a pegasus battalion commander’s flag, he rolled his hips in a slow circle about her head, inviting that first thrust which would grant her entrance.
Chrysalis wrapped her hooves around his barrel and licked the back of his ear. She drew her hips back a centimeter, aligning with him as he arched and wiggled his hips in anticipation. Slowly, she thrust her hips forth and plunged into his warm, waiting depths.
Shining Armor’s breath hitched in his chest. A stab of pain from his hindparts sent his back arching and mouth hung, a strangled gasp sounded from his throat.
Pain, yet not unpleasant, he realized. Chrysalis hilted herself within him, still singing that low, husky tune, her voice dipping further to betray her own desires. He could feel her lips smiling against his ear, he imagined her eyes closing in content, happy as she gave a little sigh and began to rock her hips back and forth. Easing herself back until her tip nearly exited, a whine already forming in his chest before she drove herself back in, her balls swinging forward to brush against his rear.
His knees trembled. Shining let that whine free and threw his head back, his changeling love caught the tip of his ear between her sharpened teeth and began to suckle and tongue the vulnerable flesh. Her motions steady, Shining’s eyes squeezed shut, he began to time her slow, rocking motion with a little arch of his back and raising of his rear to meet her waist with every thrust.
His cock began to bob, throbbing as her member buried deep inside of him. He could feel it twitching, almost widening with pent up need with each thrust. A quiver in his belly sent pleasure tingling through his very bones, Shining bucked backward forcefully, more insistently. His silent plea that she fuck him harder, faster, deeper.
A sudden hiss and jerking buck sent her cock plunging into unexplored depths. Shining let out a throaty moan and cried out, begging for more.
Growling like the hungry predator she was at heart, Chrysalis’s grip tightened, her pace quickening. Her balls smacked against his backside, giving thick, meaty smacking sounds with each impact.
Deeper, harder, he so longed to beg. His tongue knotted, lolling forth and eyes crossing in pure bliss. The song, the spell, the sheer pleasure—he felt a slave to all of it, of his own volition, and dear, sweet, merciful heavens did he want more!
Beneath him, Cadence began to stir. She blinked owlishly, gasping for breath. Her cheeks tinged a deep, rosy red as she gazed up at Shining and ran her tongue along her lips, enjoying the show. He watched her trail her hoof up and down her thigh, tracing the edge of her hoof against her shaft.
Her eyes fluttering, she gave a needy whine. Her chest heaved, she abandoned her thigh and began stroking herself, each motion rougher, more desperate than the last. Her shaft twitched, still gleaming with his saliva and a hint of her ejaculation’s residue, she bucked her hips as if to try and press the head to his lips. A glimmer of pleading shone in her eyes.
Shining nodded, and promptly found his head jerked back by a most aggressive tug of his ear.
Chuckling and purring, Chrysalis flicked the tips of her tongue inside and planted a soft kiss. “Not done yet,” she crooned. He could feel her hungry, raptor gaze leave him and fix Cadence in place. She trailed her hoof beneath his chin. “Together, love. Join me inside our stud and let us three become one again.”
The implications were enough to make Shining acutely aware of the precum drooling forth from his flare.
Oh yes. Oh yes, please.
Cadence couldn’t rise fast enough, for either of their tastes. Her cock twitching, she cupped Shining’s cheeks and captured his lips in a rough, searing kiss. When she broke it, she muttered something. Something along the lines of, “I don’t know how you can carry one of these and not want this all the time!” before rearing up and placing one hoof upon his shoulder, the other presumably entwining with Chrysalis’s as she brought her head to his lips.
The scent of cum and musty cock made his mouth just water. Shining licked it slowly, then opened wide and wrapped his lips around her head with all the tender love and care needed to coax her to buck her lovely hips and touch the back of his throat.
He wrapped his hooves around her waist, squeezing her flanks tight and bobbing his head in time with his backward thrusts and her own. His tongue lashed and lapped, desperate to taste her again. His entire body burned like the cobblestones in Canterlot on a hot summer day.
Shining Armor needed to be filled to the brim!
Cadence’s balls bounced and slapped against his chin, her cock probing the back of his throat, twitching each time his tongue tickled her base and his throat engulfed the head.
Above him, he could hear twin mewling, moaning gasps. The sounds of rough kissing, a serpentine tongue lapping at a bared neck. Then, at last, a strangled gasp and a shriek of unrivaled bliss.
In his mouth, in his rear, their cocks flared wildly and unleashed their glorious payload deep into his waiting embrace.
Shining felt his control burst like a dam. Choking, he moaned around his wife’s cock and at last felt sweet, sweet release. His cock jounced and slapped against his belly, spilling pale seed across their plush bed and his belly. The guardstallion and prince’s knees quaked and buckled, he began to falter as pleasure coursed through his body like the aftershocks of a mighty earthquake.
The mightiest sort, in fact.
He felt their lips press into the back of his neck, then a grunt as Chrysalis pulled out and left him feeling cold and sticky and empty. Cadence, too, rubbed the back of his head and coaxed him to open his mouth to allow her freedom, though not without one last kiss and nuzzle before she dispelled the magical cock he’d so lovingly worshipped.
At last, they allowed the stallion to topple onto his back, spent and sucking in deep breaths of air to try and refill his lungs. His legs, his very body trembled. A goofy smile spread across his features as he squeezed his eyes shut and crossed his legs and began to rub himself between them.
His wives slithered into place on either side, pressing up against him and nuzzling him sweetly.
“How was it?” Cadence asked.
Shining swallowed, her taste still so thick on his tongue. “I-I-I really think—” he squirmed between them, swishing his tail “—I really think I might want more someday and I might want a real stallion to join us, too.” He opened his eyes and turned to kiss them, allowing himself a croon. “Thank you. Thank you so much, I don’t know how I can ever—”
Chrysalis’s lips sealed his before he could finish. “Hush, darling,” she commanded when they parted. “Our repayment is your happiness. And, perhaps, your participation with the stallion we’ve discussed if he accepts the three of us.”
Participation. Oh yes. Shining could just picture him caught between them, those adorable glasses fogging and mouth hanging open in a silent moan. His magic working to alleviate the poor stallion of that silly cape that always robbed Shining of those delightful glimpses of his wares.
He squeezed his eyes shut and snaked his hooves around his wives so he could hold them close as he squirmed and writhed in phantom pleasure.
Aloud, he asked, “Do you think Sunburst likes flowers?”