Shining and Storm might have the freedom to buck each other silly into the small hours of the night, but Cadance had made Spring promise to make the pair of them presentable before the train pulled into Canterlot. With about an hour until that would happen, she busied herself laying out a uniform for Shining and polishing Storm's combat harness.

Of the two stallions, Storm had woken first and shifted to slip off the bed. "Good morning."

Not having heard Storm move, Spring jerked her head up and stared at him a moment. "Good morning. You wore him out, I take it?"

"It was mutual wearing-out. Ugh, he didn't lie—I feel like a balloon." He waddled a little, clenching down with his butt as much as possible, until he reached the commode. Settling into the little room, he finally relaxed and let everything loose. "You're really loyal to them."

"Built in. Can't help being loyal—it's why I joined the Guard in the first place and why I joined the Royal Dragoons." Letting her mind wander, Spring Cleaning smiled as she worked the oil into the leather harness.

"Wait." Storm poked his head out of the door. "You were in the Royal Dragoons?"

"Made sergeant."

"What happened?"

"I had a little too much fun one night. A few weeks later and I'm hurling up each morning. So I go get a test and they tell me the charm I'd used to stop impregnation didn't work. I couldn't give her up, not once I knew I had a new life inside me. Tried keeping up with the Dragoons, but into the third trimester I was losing stamina and was lucky to hold my water for more than two hours.

"Commander gave me a choice of taking some months off or swap to one of the less-active Guard groups. What I didn't realize—when I chose the latter—that Princess Celestia had a plan for me. She had a pair of newly married royals and they needed staff. It was only temporary at first, just until Shimmer Breeze was born, but I liked the change of pace."

It was surprising for Storm to hear such a story. "You are yet another bodyguard, then?"

"In a way. Our foals were born at the same time. Flurry is as much a sister of Shimmer as if they were born of one mare. Where one goes, the other goes too. Being in Cadance's court means I can raise my daughter, work, and find time for more interesting pleasures than the Dragoons ever got me." Testing the leather for suppleness, Spring spread it out over the arming dummy.

"They just kinda attract ponies like us, I guess." Stepping out of the commode, Storm shook his wings to get his blood flowing better. "How long do we have before Canterlot?"

"We both know we'd be a mess if we did anything. Here's your equipment harness. Your weapons are in the chest over there." Summer gestured to said chest with a little crackle of her magic. "I don't expect anything to try to accost him, but we are both his bodyguards."

Curbing his excitement, Storm let out a sigh. "When I said I haven't had much experience with mares, I meant it—but I guess I have a thing for mares who could kick my butt."

Standing up, Spring walked toward Storm, her eyes focused on his with as intense a stare as she could manage, and just as she reached him she drove her breast against his shoulder while using her magic to stop him from stepping the other direction.

Storm's eyes widened as Spring effortlessly knocking him over sideways and then—as he fell—caught him in her magic and wrapped his wings and limbs tight against his body. He was at her mercy, and her mercy resulted in soft lips pressed to his own.

She felt as Storm trembled a little—felt it through her magic and through her lips. She wanted to continue things, that is to say her body wanted to continue things, but she had her duty. Breaking the kiss, she rubbed one cheek under Storm's jaw.

"Fuck that's hot," Shining said from the bed.

"Both of you need a shower. There should be enough hot water for one if you share it. No fucking, no sucking, in fact, no shenanigans. I promised Cadance I'd have you both presentable and I intend to keep that promise." Twirling Storm upright again, Spring loved the way his legs wobbled a little as she set him upon them.

Walking across the room, Shining pondered disobeying Spring for several moments. A little part of him wondered if she'd get kinky and punish them. "I could announce that we need to visit Ponyville."

"How long would that buy us?" Storm asked.

Spring cleared her throat. "Enough of a head-start that I'd not catch you until sundown."

"Why are you so sexy when you talk like that?" Storm tilted his head to one side, his tongue snaking out to run over his lips and taste the last of her on him. "And how do I attain this power?"

"You don't. I hold it over you until you are a drooling wreck. Now get your fuzzy butts in the shower." Using her magic, Spring gave them both a firm smack on said butts.

Shining was supremely thankful to Spring as he stepped off the train and realized his "little" sister was there waiting for him. She rushed up and hugged him. "Hey, Twily."

"BBBFF! Cadance didn't come with you?" Twilight, now taller than her brother, let go of him to take a moment to look around, hoping to spot her sister-in-law.

"She wanted to spend a little time with Flurry. It's tough for a filly to grow up as a princess already, and she only really has one friend. Plus—I'm rambling." Stepping forward and ignoring all political protocol, Shining hugged his little sister. "It's good to see you, Twily."

"Oh, you know, still getting the hang of things. I'll probably say that for the next hundred years." Snorting a giggle, Twilight squeezed her brother for all he was worth. "So, are you hear to visit your sister or Princess Twilight Sparkle?"

"Both, and your royal advisor." Disengaging from a mare as big as Twilight took a few moments. Shining managed it only because Twilight helped. "Should we make a royal procession to the castle?"

"You brought guards with you, right?" Twilight asked.

"Yeah. I got sick of you, Luna, and Cady berating me for not needing guards, so here they are. Storm Slice, Spring Cleaning?" The moment Shining said their names, mare and stallion rushed from the train car to flank him. Spring was wearing a literal maid uniform that resembled the exact opposite of Storm's harness that was covered in throwable, enchanted blades.

"Sire!" Storm and Spring said in unison.

The walk to the castle took far too long by everypony's reckoning, on account of everypony in Canterlot wanting to see Twilight and Shining walking together. The swathe of bodies only thinned when they actually ascended to the castle grounds.

Waiting for them in the throne room, filling out piles of paperwork and humming under her breath, was Luna. She spotted Shining and Twilight, but her eyes shifted across to Storm Slice. With a heavy sigh, Luna stood up from her favorite task of writing letters and she stepped out from behind the small desk she liked to keep in the throne room—despite Twilight begging her to have a throne back.

"Your Imperial Majesty!" Luna said, trotting forward and dropping to one knee before Shining. "I trust your new servant is working out?"

"Please, Luna, don't kneel," Shining said. Only when she was standing did Shining step forward and hug her. "Thank you for sending him."

"His ears are good enough to hear us talking about him like this. I hope he found a place to spread his wings? He was being stifled here." Luna leaned back out of the hug. "Storm Slice, report!"

Storm almost moved. He almost ran to Luna and bowed to her. It hurt so much to resist her command, but he turned to look at Shining and asked, "Sire?"

Shining looked at Storm and smirked. "You can follow any of Luna's commands, so long as they don't contradict those of myself or Cadance. She is an alicorn princess still."

"If you'll excuse me, Sire, I'll arrange your room to be prepared. I believe we can trust the Royal Guard to maintain your security here." Bowing to Shining, and waiting for him to nod to her, Spring stepped away and turned back to retrace their steps to the entry hall. She spotted their luggage and lifted it with her magic. "What suite has been assigned us?"

"This way, ma'am." Lightning Breaker wasn't a fool, he recognized Spring from their time together in the Guard. He'd become Royal Guard, she'd become Royal Dragoons. Leading the way for her, he waited until they were in a more private hallway before smiling. "It's good to see you back, sergeant."

"I'm not a sergeant anymore. Just a maid." Spring couldn't help but smirk.

Snorting, Lightning ruffled his wings and gestured to huge parade of luggage following them down the hall. "You're carrying more load than I've seen any Royal Guard unicorn ever manage. I bet that dress has a dozen weapons hidden in it, too. You're still guarding, only now you're being more sneaky about it."

"Why are you so concerned with what's under my dress, Lightning?" Tilting her head toward him, Spring raised a brow. "I promise you, corporal, I am nothing more than a humble maid who waits on Their Imperial Majesties every word and is never too tired to combat the ingress of dust."

"What happened, Spring? Why'd you quit the Guard?"

"That's a personal matter, but I can assure you I hold no ill will against the Guard, nor they me." Stopping as indicated, Spring waited for Lightning to open the door to the royal suite. "I'll just put a few things away and organize lunch."

"I'm pretty sure Princess Twilight has things—"

"For Storm and me." Setting down the big trunks of luggage, Spring opened just one up and started parading the contents into the dressing room adjoining the master bedroom. "I know how the castle operates, this isn't my first time here in this role."

"Hey, Spring? Is this our—?" Storm froze at the doorway when he saw Lightning in the room. "If you're busy, I'll come back later."

"Corporal Lightning Breaker was just leaving, Storm." Spring turned to look at the hunk of bat standing in the doorway.

Being in the Royal Guard, and having to deal more with diplomacy than actual combat, Lightning could feel the sexual energy just jump in the room. His mind didn't need to look far to put two and two together. "Absolutely, Sergeant Spring Cleaning."

Waiting for the pegasus to pass him and leave the room, Storm closed the door and grinned at Spring. "Old friend?"

"We knew each other in the Guard. He joined the Royal Guard and I didn't. Are you hungry?" Spring walked to the door and used her magic to open it. "Because I am. Herding you two to get ready for this meant I skipped breakfast."

"I could think of something you could eat." Storm risked nuzzling against Spring's cheek, only to feel a barrier of magic form between him and her. "Hey."

"If you think for a second I'll let you cozy up to me like that, you have another thing coming." Spring let down the barrier and rubbed her cheek along Storm's neck. "I'll make you earn it."

That's when it hit Storm what she'd been doing. Spring didn't have musk glands like he did, but she was doing the same marking-motions he'd make. He blinked in surprise at the realization, only coming back to his senses when he realized Spring was walking off down the hall.

"Hey, wait up." had to trot a little to catch up, and just before he reached her side he realized she was swaying her hips more than a mare really needed to to walk. Not that he'd taken particular notice of mare rumps before, but Spring really put some sway into her step.

Spring felt a little strange about returning back to Canterlot. Sure, Storm had been here far more recently than she had, but she remembered that the bat ponies often kept to themselves. "What, you're not going to wait for His Highness to come to his room and ambush him?"

Aware of her movement having calmed somewhat, Storm shrugged. "I just don't feel comfortable in those kinds of rooms alone. There's too much… fancy stuff."

"You get used to it. There's no difference between a fancy, heirloom couch and a normal one but the price tag, and that's all taken care of by Princess Celestia here." Turning a corner, Spring could smell the kitchen getting closer. "In the crystal castle things are way newer. Half the furniture Sombra had was horridly uncomfortable."

"Yeah, but what if I break it?"

"You're surrounded by unicorns and not a few alicorns—ask one to fix it." Pushing the door open, Spring stepped into the kitchen and took a hard left. "Follow me and don't get in anypony's way."

The kitchen was busy. Storm tucked his wings up tight (not that he was flapping them about in the hallway) and kept close to Spring. Glancing around, it seemed like chaos at first, but then he started to notice an almost militaristic coordination to the process of cooking lots of meals. "Why didn't we just order something to be brought up?"

Spring spotted a mare at their destination already. She was sitting on one of the couches at the end of the kitchen and had a coffee and toast with her. "It's more cozy in here. Hey, Bread Basket, getting ready for night-shift?"

"Yeah. Just grabbing some grub. You coming back for good, or just visiting?" Taking a long sip of coffee, Bread was almost halfway through the cup and was still struggling to feel awake.

"Visiting. Escorting Shining and his friend here." The moment her rump touched the couch, a commis chef approached with a slip of paper. "Thanks!"

"Just pick what you want. We're making so much tonight because the prince from the Crystal Empire is down. Big feast and no warning."

"Yeah. Where would we be without it though, eh?" Bread asked.

"Bored," the junior chef replied.

"I'll just grab whatever that fancy stew is. Storm, do you want anything here?" Spring was mostly being kind. She knew bat ponies generally had their own food requirements, most of which were fruit.

"No I—Wait. You're serving lobster?" Storm looked up at the chef, who nodded back. "Uh, if you have any legs or claws you aren't using, I could—"

"Just get him a lobster, Gazpacho. What he doesn't eat, I can handle." Bread took a bite of her toast and slid back a little on the couch.

"Yes, ma'am." Turning, Gazpacho took the orders back to the counter and put the note on the end of the line of tickets. "Two walk-ins."

"There's the other reason to come down here, Storm." Spring winked to Bread as she turned her head to look at Storm. "You see, when the shift finishes down here, it becomes a bit of a party, if you catch my drift."

"Wha—?" Storm's eyes widened. "You mean they—"

"Fuck." Hiding her mouth behind her coffee mug, Bread Bowl grinned as she went on. "Once they have all the meals out, and everypony has caught a snack or meal, that's when the orgy starts."

It was perfect. Spring sighed and wiggled a little in place. "With Shining busy with the party, you and me—and anypony else who wants to join in—can get down to business at last."

Storm's eyes were wide. When he'd lived at the castle, it had been as Luna's special guard. They hadn't deviated from their duties except to a small bar in the city that catered specifically to bat ponies. "Y-You're joking, right? Right?"

Turning to Bread, Spring leaned over and they were a bare hoofwidth from making out when Gazpacho returned with a bowl of stew and a lobster. Jerking back, she looked up at the chef. "Thank you!"

Storm looked between the two mares and then back to where they'd put his plate. "R-Right. Thank you."

Spring was about to reveal the gag when she watched him rip a claw off the lobster and toss it into his mouth. The crunching that followed made her punchline die in her throat.

He chewed and chewed, grinding up the chitin of the animal before gulping it all down. "Sweet Luna that's good!"

Staring in shock, Spring watched him rip off a leg next and start grinding it up with his teeth.

"So, uh, I hope I didn't interrupt anything?" Storm asked, turning to look back at Spring and Bread.

Spring's expression of mute incredulousness made Bread laugh. "Well, I think Spring was trying to set you up for a gag. She gave me a signal to play along, but your meal there kinda broke her brain."

Finally, regaining control of her faculties, Spring asked, "Why don't you remove the meat from the shell?"

"Because it wouldn't be as crunchy then." Storm grabbed another leg and started crunching away on it.

"So, are you two dating or something? I mean, you said he was the prince's friend, but prince's friends don't come to the kitchen to slum it for dinner." Bread nibbled on more of her toast.

While Storm was distracted with his meal, Spring slurped at her stew a little before replying, "Things have gotten complicated. I can't really gossip about most of it, but no, we're not dating. Still thinking of having some fun with him, though."

"You're a bit more up-front about that than you used to be. I remember talking with some others, and they said you were pretty forward about what you wanted, but you never…" Bread glanced over at Storm as he took on the body of the lobster. "He is kinda cute, though, but I'm spoken for."

"Wait, you hooked up for real? I thought you were all I can't date anypony who works under me kinda thing?" Spring asked.

Bread laughed. "That's just it. We're waiting to announce it until we have permission to." She hid her silly smile behind her coffee cup again, even though it was empty.

"Not gonna lie, that sounds pretty serious, but I won't pry." Attacking her stew in earnest, Spring tried to ignore the unprovoked decapod attack going on beside her.

Slipping into the hallways of the castle, Shining felt relief that he'd escaped the party in his honor, but now had a debt to Luna—since she'd covered for his retreat. He made his way up to the area where royal suites were, and took directions from his the Guardponies on duty.

Opening the door, Shining spotted Storm and Spring chatting on the big couch in the middle of the living room. "Did you find something for dinner?"

Spring was first to reply. "We did, Your H—"

"No. Don't use that title here. I want to completely forget about my obligations for a while." Shining removed the formal clothes he wore as he walked over to the couch. He dropped the clothing on an armchair then lay down at the foot of the couch Storm and Spring was on and flopped his head on the cushion.

The mood wasn't hard for Spring to read. She reached a hoof down and gently rubbed Shining's ears. Him leaning into the touch earned a smile. "Storm, is there anything you can think of that will distract this poor stallion from his duties?"

"A massage." Reaching out with his wing, Storm rubbed along Shining's jaw. It wasn't hard to see the game Spring had concocted, though it was obviously something she and Shining had done before given how readily he walked into it.

Spring's head snapped around and her eyes narrowed. "You can give massages?"

The intense tone made Storm laugh a little. "Around the barracks, you either learned how to be cozy and keep things working or you stopped being there. It became custom for all of us to learn how to give a good massage to relax tensions."

"I didn't know that." Shining tilted his head up a little and looked at Storm. "Could you teach me how to do it?"

Storm leaned down and rubbed his cheek along Shining's horn, and through it he felt Shining shudder. "I teach by demonstration, which means there are two ponies here who need to be massaged." Coiling his tongue around Shining's horn—following the spiral—he gave a little suck at the tip and smiled as the big stallion whimpered. "But I think, before I give a demonstration, I should help somepony relax."

Squirming, Shining couldn't stop his tail from flicking in excitement as he nuzzled forward and worked his nose under Storm's belly.

Liking Shining's enthusiasm, Storm looked at Spring. "Could you lift this cute little unicorn over to the table? He needs to stretch out so I can access all of him."

Shining gasped as he was forcibly pulled away from Storm and lifted into the air. Spring's telekinetic grip was as steady as iron but soft as silk as she carried him to the table and then set him down on top of it.

"Perfect." Storm used his wings to draw the chairs away from the table one by one and set them aside. With a quick hop, he jumped onto the table and sat down beside Shining. "Let me start with your shoulders."

Shivering at the long, low sigh that left Shining when Storm started, Spring watched as Storm started working in earnest. He used the ball at the front of his wings to massage with, working the smooth joint in and along Shining's body. "Wow, you are good at that. His eyes are closed and everything. He's pretty much instantly out of it."

Climbing over and effectively mounting Shining's bigger body, Storm leaned down and put some pressure on Shining while he kept up the massage. "He's so tense. Maybe you could help by giving him something else to do with his mouth than moan?"

Spring blinked in surprise at first, unsure what he meant. A moment later, however, she realized he meant for her to literally gag Shining with her body. "I don't know, are you sure he's been good enough for that?" She was already moving to stand with her rump against the table—looking back over her shoulder.

Watching as Spring pushed back toward him, Shining was well aware of her tail swishing to the side to reveal her anus and vulva to him—the latter twitching a little before her clitoris flicked out at him invitingly. When her rear finally got close enough, Shining stretched his head forward and kissed her labia.

Letting out a pent-up sigh of her own, Spring pushed back a little further and bunched her legs up under her. "There, just there, now start going in with your—Sweet Celestia, yes…"

Storm rewarded Shining by moving the massage up to his powerful neck muscles, working each knot of tightness until it relaxed. "I've given plenty of massages to mares before, and gotten a good few too, but I don't think I've ever been in this situation before."

With her forelegs locked stiff to keep from falling, Spring nodded her head and, when she tried to speak, only got out a moan as Shining's tongue explored her depths. Rallying her focus, she managed to get out a few words before being cut off again. "Same for me."

"I'd ask Shining, but he seems to have his mouth full." Storm slid backwards a little now Shining's neck was devoid of tension knots.

While Storm working down his back, Shining could feel the bat pony's shaft sliding down his spine and croup. The sensation was more than enough to bring himself to full mast while his snout was occupied with Spring's depths. It was far from his first time exploring a mare, but it was his first time exploring Spring.

Throwing her head back, Spring's eyes widened and she started making a high-pitched squeal as Shining shoved his tongue deep inside her, spread it out, and curled it along her depths. She tried to beg him to go slower, faster, or just throw Storm off and fuck her properly, but his tongue was master of her desires, and her desires had a firm grip on her brain.

"What do you think, Shining, should I push deeper and make you scream your lust deeper into her?" Storm didn't wait, of course. Pushing his hips forward, he sunk another two inches of himself into Shining. The cries of Spring were music to his ears. He found himself growing to be quite the connoisseur of pleasured mare sounds, even if he wasn't directly effecting them.

Deeper. Further into him. But, what made the sex even better was that Storm was still massaging his shoulders and neck. It was more what he'd call lovemaking than just sex, and even though his wife wasn't involved, he was enjoying it a lot.

Springs legs wobbled more and more as she moaned and squealed, the oral sex pushing a lot of buttons for her. She looked back, unable to see Shining's head past her hips, she instead caught Storm's eye. The bat pony, to her keen eyes at least, was enjoying himself. He was rocking back and forth on Shining like he was trying to drive Shining's head all the way into her.

Storm was nearing his end, and though he delighted in drinking Shining's blood, his eyes were fixated on Spring's rear. "C-Can I—Can I feed—on you?"

The raw desire in Storm's eyes struck to Spring's core. She gulped and, while he kept buggering Shining, thought about it. On one hoof, she trusted him not to do any damage, but she wasn't sure if she'd be woozy or otherwise affected. Biting her lower lip, she nodded.

"Lift your—Lift a back leg up for me."

It meant trying to balance on just three legs, but Spring got a better idea. Using her magic, she pulled a chair around and floated couch cushions over to slip under her until she could settle most of her weight on it. Lifting her left-back leg, she felt it grasped by Storm.

Storm, holding Spring's leg close to his mouth, licked along the back of her cannon. "Watch."

The command sent a shiver down Spring's spine that had her neck moving almost of its own accord. When she looked at Storm, it was just in time to see his long tongue lap her fur again. When his mouth closed around her cannon, she felt a slight sting as for razor-sharp fangs pierced her skin. Compared to her time in the Guard, the pinpricks were nothing, but a new sensation started as Storm started to suckle on the tiny wounds.

The blood was more than enough to send Storm into a wild frenzy. Sucking through the small veins for all he was worth, he gave up his slow and tender mating and resorted to a good, hard fucking. The sounds of excess lube squelching with each thrust only served to excite Storm more. He grabbed Shining with his forelegs and free wing and drove himself in and out of the bigger stallion, finally squeezing his eyes closed as his end came.

Along with the rough treatment, Shining felt when Storm exploded inside him. He couldn't stop himself from moaning into Spring's body, but wasn't quite enough to send him over his own peak—even as he felt Spring start to clench down repeatedly and moan. He was trapped between two ponies having a great time, and though he didn't loose his own seed, he was still more than excited enough to have enjoyed it.

But, as moments drew on, Shining had to squirm and pull back from Spring. With the extra pushing from Storm and Spring's enthusiastic counter pushing against him, his nose and mouth were both trapped inside her. He managed to get himself free from her and sneezed, blowing a small typhoon of her fluids onto her rump.

In all, Storm hadn't drunk too much from Spring, but the symbolism of it made his groin tighten all over again, even as he was going a little limp. He let go of her leg with his mouth and then slowly licked at the wound, his focus on working the glands on the tip of his tongue into making a coagulating agent to smear over the wounds.

In her time working in the Guard (and even a few times working for Cadance and Shining) Spring had smelled plenty of blood. The Royal Dragoons were the offensive wing of Celestia's personal forces, and they consisted of shock troops and scouts—they were all trained for both roles. She'd even smelled her own blood on occasion, but this was something different. Blood, semen, and feminine sexual arousal was heavy on the air. "Mmm. Smells good back there."

Storm let out a happy, yet slightly drained screech. "Blood and sex are both potent to a bat pony's libido." He felt through what he wanted, and knew it was right in front of him. "You want to go down on him while I provide you with incentive? I can't smell Shining's cum."

"You mean he's still pent-up?" Spring tested her wobbly legs before trusting them with her weight. She turned and looked at Shining. "Well, Storm, you need a shower before you put yourself in me, and the showers are big enough here that we can all fit in one together." She eyed both stallions, an idea of what she wanted already forming.

Storm helped Shining up and the pair followed Spring to the bathroom. By the time they reached the door, the sound of torrential rain was already coming from within where Spring had a decadently large shower running. "Why is it so big?"

"Princess Celestia, a lover or two, and it might start to get crowded." Spring stepped into the shower and let out a happy moan as the heat poured into her weak legs. "I could get used to this."

Slipping in second, Storm loosed his wings a little and let the hot water pour over him. "Alright, this was a great idea. Shining, we should listen to Spring more."

"Yes, you should listen to me more. I want to do it." Spring turned in the shower to face the two stallions. "Pick an end, or do some kind of stupid game to figure it out, but figure it out before I change my mind and chicken out."

Storm looked from Spring to Shining. "Royal prerogative makes it easier. Pick an end, Your Highness."

Looking Spring over, Shining contemplated for just a moment. "I'll take the back. I warmed her up back there and I don't know if I wouldn't choke her if I used her mouth."

"Yeah, I'm a bit slimmer. That means I can spend some extra—Hey!" Storm's eyes widened as he felt a sudsy sponge working up and down his shaft. It didn't take a genius to spot Spring's horn aglow and jump to conclusions. "F-Fair enough, just don't go too fast or this will be a very short double-stuffing."

Now that her mind was made up, and the two stallions had worked things out to their (and her) satisfaction, Spring was feeling decidedly more naughty. She let Shining do what he wished behind her while she kissed Storm. His fangs were the first thing to surprise her, but the main event was his tongue pushing into her mouth and a little down her throat.

She was far more forward than Storm would have expected, but he had to remind himself that she had been in the Royal Dragoons. He wanted to test her, though, and pushed his tongue to the back of her throat and then a little further. The feel of her lips pulling into a grin shocked him almost as much as her lack of a gag reflex.

When Storm finally drew back, Spring raised an eyebrow. "That's quite the tongue you have."

"That's quite the mouth you have. Want me to explore it more?" Storm stepped a little closer to Spring, reaching out to rub one of her cheeks with his right wing and giving her another, briefer, kiss.

Behind Spring, Shining used his own magic to grasp her tail and give it a tug to the side. Her reaction was as immediate as it was inviting—she winked at him. "Definitely ready for more. Storm, are we gonna do this?"

"Do her? I thought you'd never ask." Wasting no time, Storm reached forward with one back leg and grasped Spring around the neck with his claws while bringing his shaft to her lips. "Open up."

The grip at her throat surprised Spring. For a brief moment she felt like she'd react violently, but the smell of Storm's musk blew away all her thoughts about getting away from him. Kissing his tip, she opened her mouth slowly and let him push inside.

Shining didn't often spend time with smaller mares, which made him a little awkward with his first few thrusts. He missed several times before he finally connected with her vulva and, like it was welcoming him, it stretched around his tip and squeezed at him.

Still pent-up from the previous bit of fun, Shining was in no mood to take things slow. He was liberated by his loving wife and their new bedroom companion, and that meant he could finally just let himself fuck.

Spring would have howled out in surprise as Shining Armor shoved as hard and far into her as he could. It was so much that it pushed her forward and impaled her mouth on Storm. When Shining's second hard thrust came, she was braced enough to absorb it.

Now that Shining hard found his pace, and she was getting used to his girth, Spring could appreciate why Storm had grabbed her neck. He wasn't trying to choke her, he was feeling for when she might have problems taking him.

It would look, Spring thought, like she was being used and abused by a pair of bigger stallions, but the care they both showed her made the wild ride one of the sweetest of her life. She moaned and squealed around Storm's shaft as Shining's larger one swelled a little more with each thrust, seemingly trying to reshape her body into a penis-shaped mold. And all the while she thanked herself for indulging her desires and just letting her have some unadulterated fun with them.

Storm walked a tightrope, balancing his desire to just fuck and fuck and fuck her mouth for all he was worth with his care for Spring. Even the feel of her pulse at the two big arteries in her neck had become a thing of arousal for him, making him want her all the more.

Shining could feel his end coming up. He felt like a steam train rushing along the tracks in a tunnel. The stupid metaphor might normally make him laugh, but as involved as he was he thought it was perfectly valid. She was like a furnace—a tight furnace that was trying to keep him from pulling back even as it welcomed him in again.

Spring's legs were straining. She'd stood watch sometimes for days on end—sleeping on her hooves—and she didn't feel as wonky as she did now. Squeezing her eyes closed, she couldn't avoid the orgasm that hit her like a pair of cocks ramming together within her body. She trembled, shook, tried to scream and shout, but ultimately all she could do was stand there and take the pair of males that still hadn't hit their peaks.

As she came back down from her rush, Spring was just getting back into her groove when she felt Shining and Storm start to both swell up further at the same time. Beneath the hardened soldier she'd trained to be, the careful bodyguard she was, and even the maid she pretended to be, Spring had fantasies just like any mare, and she was about to have one come true for her.

When the pair of them peaked, and their shafts swelled up further still inside her, Spring clenched her eyes closed and focused on taking one last breath around Storm before the first blast came from Shining. It was a wet, warm feeling that blossomed in her velvet tunnel. Before she could truly start to appreciate how much Shining had pumped into her on his first spray, Storm let go down her throat.

She'd been with big stallions before—several bigger than Storm—but none were as big as Shining, and it had only ever been with one at a time. The feel of the two of them flooding her with their seed was a giddy, heady sensation that made her want to jump for joy. It had long been a fantasy and the reality of it lived up to her expectations.

"Is she meditating or something? She's"—Storm grunted and let go another blast of his seed—"breathing around me, calm as a cucumber."

"Maybe she needs some more?" Shining was already spent, but he had a habit of reaching for more stamina when he thought his lover needed it. Bracing on one foreleg, he used the other to rub slowly up and down Spring's back. "You want more?"

Spring tried to say yes, tried to nod her head, tried just about everything she could think of to tell Shining she would be happy to have more—Storm's cock made just about every single method (short of semaphore with her ears) impossible. In the end, she realized there was one way to tell him her intentions.

There wasn't much more Shining needed to stir his libido back up and tell him what Spring wanted, than having the mare push back against him and squeeze tightly at his shaft. "She wants more, Storm."

"You're both crazy, but I don't mind her sucking away on me while you give her another round." Using one wing to reach down to Spring's cheek, he gently stroked her jawline with his thumb. "She's cute down there."

Sliding his hips back, Shining gave a slow drive forward until his sheath connected with Spring's vulva with a wet slop sound. "She's cute back here, too. I think she's pretty cute everywhere."

The severely slow pace that Shining set was driving Spring more than a little crazy with need. Even though she felt bloated with the amount of seed he'd pumped in already, she wanted more and she wanted to climax while he fed it into her. Not that she was completely devoted to Shining—Storm's shaft was still in her mouth, and Spring intended to make sure he knew how much she enjoyed his treatment.

Like a train Shining continued in an unstoppable and slowly speeding. Running through his head was some words Cadance had told him when they'd first talked about being open with their marriage. Harems. She'd spoken of them as if they'd both get a bevy of cute little fillies, but that image had never suited him. Storm and Spring were soldiers, like him—warriors. The idea of a harem had never suited him because he'd always imagined ponies he'd have to protect.

Watching the pair rutting from his own interesting angle, Storm focused on Shining. "You look deep in thought."

"I'm balls deep in—a gorgeous mare I—haven't really—realized—realized…" Losing track of what he was going to say, Shining sped up. He was hammering now, his pace growing faster and more erratic as Spring shook under him. She clutched at his shaft, grabbing at what she could and trying to keep him inside.

Her ears tucked back, Spring nonetheless wasn't pinning them down—she was intently focused on trying to hear what Shining was saying. So focused, in fact, that she barely noticed when her orgasm started to break over her.

She screamed, Spring just couldn't help it. The wave of pleasure was more than a wave, it was a tsunami, and as her gagged shout started, she squeezed down hard on Shining.

The vice-grip around his shaft was more challenge than anything. Shining planted a hoof in the middle of Spring's back and jerked out all the way to his tip before he plowed back in. The tightness was too much, now, and lurching forward harder with his back legs, Shining started shooting his second load into Spring.

This was it. This was exactly what Spring wanted. She was just hitting white-out in her pleasure as a new hot rush blossomed inside. Risks of pregnancy be damned, she had a connection and she trusted Shining and Cadance not to leave her wanting for a place to live with another foal. Spitted on two cocks, Spring Cleaning came harder still at the primal sensation of being bred.

Leaning forward, Shining sought Storm out and their lips met. He'd never been in such a situation before he'd met Storm. Even Spring on her own hadn't enticed him. As he melted into the kiss while his hips still pumped and his balls blew load after load into Spring, Shining realized it wasn't just one or the other of them—this worked because they were together.

Shining could take no more. His hips stopped and the last spray of heat rushed down his shaft and into Spring. He broke the kiss, loving the way Storm let his tongue trailing out and flick his nose. "We need to talk, but I think Spring needs some cleaning first."

"If you pull out, now, she might fly off you like an untied balloon." Storm carefully eased backwards, his shaft still long, but rubbery instead of hard.

Letting out a deep sigh as her mouth was freed, Spring rolled her jaw side-to-side a few times. "So long as neither of you apologize I'm fine with talking while we clean up." She felt Shining move a little inside, and had to share Storm's assessment as likely being true. "Maybe a teleport?"

Storm, his shaft nicely clean and not leaving any mess, pranced through to the bathroom and opened the doors along the way. "It's not far."

Biting his lower lip, Shining said, "Get your butt back in here. I can teleport, but not super-well. That's kinda my sister's thing. Spring, I'm going to teleport you into the shower, then I want a bat to wrap his mouth around me so I don't drip."

"You're only doing it this way because you want a blowjob." Spring turned and looked up at Shining, then winked and charged her horn.

Shining had barely a moment to plan for what she intended before—with a pomf—they were both standing in the shower. "I kinda forget you're better trained with a horn than I am."

"Don't think I'll forget your shielding power so soon. You do some amazing stuff yourself." Spring stepped out from under Shining, his shaft pulling from her with a lewd pop. The next thing she knew there was a hot, wet rush down the backs of her legs.

Staring at the mess, something tightened in Shining's belly at the sight of a mare leaking as much as Spring was. "So, how would you two like to be part of my harem?"

Author's Note

Spring Cleaning: How did your intimidate relationship start with the Royal couple? Is this kind of relationship new for you or is it a tradition for the head maid to bed the royals?

"It's not really a relationship, it's just a casual bit of fun. It started when I walked-in on them with one of the kitchen maids and—I've never found it easy to resist my needs. They were welcoming and I was more than willing." Spring had more than a little blush in her cheeks. "So now I fluff their pillows when we all feel like it. It just works for us."

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