Survival Begins at Home

Shining stepped into his hotel room to immediately be thrust into the arms of his wife. "Shiny!" She squeezed his shoulders until he let out a pained yelp. He dropped his robe a bit, showing her the bandage. "I figured out it was a trap an hour after you left. I was so worried for you."

"I hope you didn't have to send the army after me," smiled Shining, pulling his wife into another, more gentle, hug.

"I also knew you would be alright," smiled Cadance. "They were after me. I was presumably a weaker target."

"How did you figure that out?"

She escorted him into the next room, where there were three zebras tied up and completely nude. They were face down on the floor, their arses up in the air. Egg vibrators were taped to their dicks, and gyrating dildos were shoved up their arses. Their arms were behind their backs, and their ankles were forcibly spread apart. "I may have resorted to a bit of my own trapping."

One of the zebras let out a shout as his testicles squeezed themselves, and he fired off a blank shot. He was long since drained. His voice was muffled by a ball gag, as were the other two. "How long have they been like this?" asked Shining.

"About half the day," answered Cadance. "But I suppose it's time we turned everything off, since you're safe at home now."

They turned everything off and let the zebra prisoners lie down. They'd endured Cadance's special brand of torture, and they passed out and shriveled up as soon as they hit the floor.

Shining climbed into bed next to his wife, tossing his robe onto the chair until tomorrow. Sparling Punch and her mother were staying next door on Shining's request, and they were holding onto his armour, as well, giving him an excuse to see the young mare again, and for Cadance to confirm her invitation. He soon fell into a restful sleep in his wife's arms.

The next morning, following breakfast, Shining escorted the zebra prisoners to the Ponyville detention center, for which they were very grateful. Another day being tortured by the princess was not in their favour. He then took Sparkling Punch around town with Cadance while his armour was being repaired at the smithy. She was much more shy with Cadance watching them. Shining had, of course, disclosed the activity to his wife, as he knew she wouldn't mind.

During lunch, Punch made a visit to the restroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath. "Calm down, Sparky. He's a charming prince, but he's not your charming prince. He has a wife; he doesn't want you."

"That's certainly not true," came Cadance's voice. "He's been flirting with you all morning. He's very interested in you."

Punch spun around to see Cadance standing at the entrance to the room. "You're not mad?"

Cadance laughed. "Why would I be mad? We have an open relationship. He can sleep with anypony he wants, and the same goes for me. If you're worried about me being angry, it's really not a big deal."

"You're sure you won't mind?"

"Not in the slightest. In fact, I'll even join you, if you like."

Punch swallowed hard. "Really?"

Cadance nodded. "Let's go have some fun."

The girls returned to the table, and finished their lunch. After that, Cadance suggested that they return to the hotel to await the return of the repaired armour. Once there, Cadance immediately removed her shirt and pulled down Shining's pants. Sparkling Punch was a little unsure about this, but with a bit of loosening of her shirt, Cadance came over to help her. Before too long, Shining was the only one wearing anything, and it was restricted to his bandages.

Cadance took point, being the first to cradle Shining's balls. Shining beckoned Sparkling Punch over, and she complied. With his left arm, he pulled her into a sort of half-hug, his fingers dancing on her navel. Slowly, his hand climbed her body, slipping over the bruises on her ribs, and propping up her breasts. He was very careful to not cause her any pain with his massage.

Now fully erect and lubricated with Cadance's saliva, Shining led Punch over to the bed and sat down. Seeing the trepidation on her face, he gently brushed her cheek, guided her face down to his, and gave her a reassuring smile. Slowly, she leaned in and kissed him, then looked back to Cadance, who had pulled out a rather large dildo for herself. She smiled and nodded, coaxing the mare to continue without fear of repercussion.

Taking the hint, Punch lowered Shining to the bed and straddled him. With a bit of guidance, she enveloped him in her velvety folds. She no longer had any fear of her actions, a necessity if she was going to enjoy herself. Slowly, she began to ride him, enjoying every inch of his member, from the flared tip, to the medial ring, all the way down to the well-groomed base. He was caught off-guard by the fact that she could contain the entire thing. There were only a few mares that were capable of that, and he had yet to find a stallion that could do the same. Such was the curse that came with having a large dick; one could never be sure it would all fit.

Punch slowly raised herself, clamping down on him as she did, sucking his cock with her lower lips. When he was most of the way out, she slipped down again, her hips slapping against his audibly. This excited Cadance, and she stopped teasing herself and slipped the toy into her pussy, matching their pace. She intently watched her husband and his most recent marefriend making love in their bed. It was incredibly arousing for her, almost like watching herself in action. Sometimes, she even learned something.

Sparkling punch rode Shining for well over an hour, constantly changing speeds to build him up close to a climax, then lock it away, then build it up again, then let it fade. When she finally brought him up over the edge, he came buckets inside of her, and she clamped down tightly on him, locking them in place. They were both hot, sweaty, and out of breath. Today had been a good day for them. She collapsed immediately after, laying her head on Shining's chest, lost in the pleasure he'd given her.

Cadance had enjoyed the ride, too, despite not actually being a part of it. The chair she'd been watching from would need to be washed, but for now, she wanted to feel the warm embrace of her husband, who was happy to oblige.