Before Cadance leaves the room she has her Guards assemble in front of her and prepare to clear a path. No more will she allow her aura to interfere with her plan. She finally feels like she understands how strong it can be, and she respects it. But she still has to deal with Ambassador Wing, and put an end to this.

“Are you sure you don’t want some Guards in there with you, Your Highness?” Goldenrod asks. “Or me?”

Cadance shakes her head. “It’s one thing to keep the guests away. I can’t afford for Ambassador Wing to think I’m weak. I am a Princess, for Celestia’s sake. It’s about time ponies started recognizing that.”

“You’re the boss, Your Highness.”

Goldenrod opens the door and sound floods back in. The hall outside Ambassador Wing’s room is crowded, and though she knows the rooms are fairly sound proofed, she wonders whether any of these ponies knows what she just did. She gulps, but forces the issue from her mind. Those that didn’t hear anything are probably imagining it anyways. She just has to project her aura of royalty, instead of her fuck-me aura. She steps outside, letting her Guards escort her.

Perhaps her earlier commotion is still on everypony’s mind, because the crowd thins immediately, creatures pressing back against the wall. The whispers and rumors pick up, and Cadance can hear her name, as well as Ambassador Wing’s, Shining’s, and even her daughter’s. She plasters a polite smile in place and ignores them all, but it’s a long, heavy, oppressive walk. She feels a little like she’s being led to her execution. By the time her Guards lead her towards the main lobby, one of the largest and most crowded rooms in the castle, she feels very mortal.

There’s a break in the crowd—some ponies stepping out of the way in deference to the Princess, others on their way somewhere else—and there he is, near the wall. Dragonlord Ember’s ambassador to Ponykind: Ambassador Crimson Wing. A Pegasus stallion who’s been living with dragons for years now. Living like dragons, too. Cadance and the Ambassador have known one another for several years now, and though their contact is limited to these diplomatic functions their interactions have become somewhat of an event of their own. Even now, once ponies see who is on either end of the showdown they stop talking to watch.

Wing doesn’t see her immediately. He’s busy chatting with one of the castle Guards, smiling and laughing. The Guard, a mare in Shining’s unit, looks at ease and maybe even a little smitten. Wing can be quite charming when he wants to. As a Pony, he’s more disarming than a Dragon; more trustworthy. No doubt Dragonlord Ember appointed him due to his seductive personality. The Guard leans forward, her tail flicking, and bites her lip while Wing talks.

It’s only after dealing with him over and over that Cadance, usually a great judge of character, has come to realize Wing is a cold, hard bastard. Even if the Guard were off-duty, Cadance would still be angry at him just for talking to her.

Just when the Guard looks ready to completely abandon her post and follow him anywhere, the Ambassador turns and notices her. A practiced smile creeps across his handsome muzzle. After a few moments he starts walking toward her, and Cadance realizes with a sinking feeling she has no idea what she’s supposed to say or do. Telling him to stay away from her wife is simple in theory, but . . .

“Your Highness,” Crimson Wing says, bowing low. Something clinks in his saddlebags.

“Ambassador,” Cadance says, dipping her head. Is she supposed to bow in return? Shining would, but he’s not a Princess. And everypony is watching them, too.

Before she can figure it out, Crimson Wing stands and says, “I have a message from Dragonlord Ember. She regrets that she is unable to meet you in person, and reminds you that the instant this relationship stops being profitable she will rain hellfire and brimstone upon your tiny kingdom.” His smile is smart and professional, even as he threatens his audience with fiery doom.

Her wife said this is just typical Dragon posturing. Cadance notes that no one yells in terror or faints in shock. This might be some annual tradition. Wary of saying the wrong thing and potentially starting a war, Cadance says, slowly, “Tell Dragonlord Ember that her attendance is missed . . . and that she is welcome to try.”

Ambassador Crimson cocks an eyebrow, seemingly unimpressed. “I’ll do just that.” He reaches over his shoulder, undoes his saddlebags, and sets them before Cadance. They look like real leather. “As a token of Dragonlord Ember’s faith in your continued relationship, she offers a gift for your little wind-swept wonderland, to keep the snow at bay.”

He bends low to nose the bag open, and something heavy sounding inside knocks against another something. A flash of golden light.

Those are geodes, Cadance realizes.

Those are geodes!

“Wait!” Cadance yells. She ignites her horn and grabs the bag, yanking it from his grip while trying her best to keep the flap shut. It’s heavy.

Ambassador Wing narrows his eyes. Cadance smirks, feeling a spark of pride at having figured out his game before he can play it—geodes wouldn’t explode, per se, but they’d turn the room into a loud, brilliant sauna in an instant—before following his gaze upwards.

Her horn. Her magic!

She nulls her horn and releases the bag. Hopefully nopony was looking too closely. Trying to push attention back onto Wing, she stands straight and says, “Do not bring live geodes into the Castle, Ambassador. You know better.”

Ambassador Wing tilts his head. “Geodes? Heavens, no, Your Highness. Please, allow me.”

He bends down and kicks open his saddlebags.

Inside are three peach-sized orbs of what looks like pure gold. The crowd gasps at the flagrant, almost insulting display of casual wealth: who tosses gold on the floor?

Cadance growls. “Why did you claim these would keep the snow at bay?”

“Did I? Apologies, Your Highness. A slip of the tongue. I wouldn’t bring live geodes into your castle. Of course not. I know better.”

Wing is smart. He has to be, simply by virtue of his existence. Cadance can’t continue this verbal sparring or she’s going to make a mistake in front of all these ponies, and knowing Wing, he’ll push his advantage until he’s mounting her in the middle of the lobby while he negotiates on behalf of his lord.

But alone? She can say whatever the fuck she wants. She grabs a passing page by his sash and points at the summit hall. “Is that occupied?”

The page shrinks under her stare. “No, Y-Your Highness, but in a few minutes —”

She grabs the tribute gold and dumps it unceremoniously on the poor Page, marches up to Ambassador Wing, and growls, “Follow me.”

“Close the door.”

Ambassador Wing kicks the door shut. “Our summit starts soon, Your Highness. What was so important that it couldn’t wait? Come to complain about a few misadventuring frost Dragons flying over the edge of your kingdom and scaring your poor farmers? Did a pony forget his oven mitts while handling a geode?” He steps forward and smiles. “Or did you just miss the pleasure of my company?”

Cadance tries not to growl. They have privacy. She has his full attention. There’s nopony that will interrupt them. This is it; she just has to say her piece and leave. He has to listen to her: she’s a Princess, for Celestia’s sake! Then she can return to Chrysalis, have this disguise removed, and pretend nothing ever happened.

She sets her face.

“I will not tolerate any more of your insulting, childish behavior during this summit. You will treat me and my citizens with respect.”

Ambassador Wing stares back, chewing over her words for a moment. “Is that so?” Is that it?

She tries again. “Last year was more than enough. Treat me or my husband like that again and I will bury you in friendship and harmony.”

“Treat you like what?” he asks, tilting his head. “My Dragon neighbors are a violent bunch, and friendly head injuries are quite common. Remind me. I wouldn’t want to learn the wrong lesson, you see.”

Of course he wouldn’t know what she’s talking about. Probably he does the same thing to every mare and stallion he deals with. “You were insulting and childish.”

“You said that part already.”

“You threatened my kingdom with violence.”

“Please. That’s basically flirting.”

“You groped me and tried to fuck me!”

“That’s definitely flirting. Spit it out, Your Highness.”

“You called me a whore!” she spits.

“You are a whore!” he growls, pushing right into her personal space. Chest against chest. He’s not quite as tall as she is but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Your only authority comes from poor, simpering stallions and lonely, jealous mares. Wings and a horn do not grant a creature authority. Actions do. You could be so much more than you are. Your peers marshal the sun and hurl the moon. What do you do?”

Cadance doesn’t flinch, just presses back. From this close she can smell the spice on his breath. Living among Dragons has changed him, and Cadance can feel her body reacting to the presence of a strong, formidable male. “I am the Princess of Love and—”

Wing laughs. “You’re the Princess of lying down and spreading your legs and letting your citizens have their way with you. You’re the Princess of using your body to get your way.” He shoves her backwards. “Why shouldn’t I use your body too?”

Cadance steps to the side and sneers. “It’s a wonder you Dragons don’t wipe yourselves out with all the antagonism.”

“You’d be surprised how much gets accomplished among Dragons. Sex, violence, domination—Dragon bureaucracy is so much more productive.”

“It’s violent.”

“It’s effective.”

“It’s barbaric!”

“It’s wonderful,” Crimson Wing breathes. The two circle one another, like wrestlers trying to find an angle on their opponents. “Living among Dragonkind is a breath of fresh air. You should come and visit us, sometime, Your Highness. Your effortless beauty and biting wit would have those mindless Dragons simpering at your hooves. That’s real power.”

What a loser. He acts like he’s a predator at the top of a crowded food chain. “Not here it’s not. If you want to do business with the good Ponies of the Crystal Kingdom—or anywhere else in Equestria—then act like one.”

“Act like a good pony? Pass.”

“Then tell Dragonlord Ember that your behavior and attitudes are harming her ability to trade with us—not to mention your implied threats against our ponies near the wasteland borders—”

“Please. I could not care less whether your little crystal oasis survives the dead of winter or not. Dragonlord Ember certainly doesn’t care. We’re drowning in geodes. You have nothing to offer me but the pleasure of your company. If you don’t feel like indulging me, then I’ll just find another Princess to fuck.”

It’s one thing to know it’s on his mind. For him to just say so, out loud—

Well, she did say they could say whatever they wanted in private. And she already knows he wants to fuck the real Cadance. But she’s beginning to realize there are lines that cannot be uncrossed during a conversation, and Ambassador Wing has just pulled them both across one. He wants to fuck her. Not just grope her, or molest her, or insult her. He wants her bent forward, over one of these tables, her legs spread while he shoves his cock so far inside her that—

He keeps talking, ignorant of her turmoil. “I don’t think I’d have much luck with Equestria’s royal Diarchs. Far too antagonistic, just like you. But one of Equestria’s lovely Princesses likes making friends, right? I like making friends too.”

Cadance scowls. “Threatening my kingdom is one thing. I won’t suffer you threatening Princess Twilight.”

Wing tilts his head. “Princess Twilight . . . Oh! Right. I forgot. The Princess of Friendship. Ha! That loser? No, I meant the other Princess. Your daughter.”

Another line. Her heart races. Immediately images of Ambassador Wing atop her wife are replaced with images of Ambassador Wing atop her daughter, and Cadance has recent, vivid experience with Flurry in those positions. Her legs spread wide. A layer of sweat matting her brilliant, glowing coat. The little whimpers and barks of pleasure. A crowd of horny Dragon males, eager for their turn. And Flurry is at her most vulnerable right now, overwhelmed but curious. Wing would devour her. He would break her, turn her into his personal filly whore, then whore her out to others.

Blood pounds through her head.

Wing shrugs. “The young Princess is so friendly. She was all smiles today. So eager to help. And—well, maybe I shouldn’t say these things to her mother,” he says with a smirk, “but she smelled wonderful today. They grow up so fast.”

Cadance ignites her horn and faces him. If he’s not careful, she’ll be the one to cross the next line, and there aren’t too many left after violence. “If you so much as laid a hoof on her, I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Have me thrown in a dungeon? But then I’d discover just who else is being kept in there. You wouldn’t want the rest of Equestria to learn that your husband is keeping the Queen of the Changelings imprisoned for his own entertainment—”

Cadance howls and hurls a spell in his direction.

Wing dodges to the side, letting a pile of documents take the bolt and detonate into a storm of shredded paper and pink sparkles. He plants his forehoof, turning his sideways motion into a spin. Before Cadance can react he swings his hind hoof out and kicks her in the gut. Cadance stumbles, trying to aim another spell, this time blasting a hole in the wall. He leaps at her, hooves outstretched, snarling. Cadance ducks and slams her shoulder into his side, sending him flying ass-over-head into the table, then whirls around to face him, wings flared and horn blazing.

Wing scrambles to all fours, wipes blood from his lip, and smiles. “Don’t worry! I didn’t touch her. I wouldn’t dare. She’s beautiful, no argument, and I don’t doubt she’d be an eager, obedient pupil—but she’s nothing compared to you, Your Highness.”

“I’ll kill you!”

“You can try!” Wing cackles, running at her.

Cadance fires another spell, this time at his legs. Wing leaps over the bolt, his natural Pegasus magic granting him shocking reflexes and aerial speed. He barrels into her and the two go tumbling back in a flurry of red and pink feathers until they crash into the side of a table.

Cadance blinks away the daze from her eyes and tries to twist free.

Wing stomps a hoof down onto her back, pressing her bodily into the floor and holding her in place.

“Is this all you can manage?” Wing grunts. “Aren’t you an immortal Alicorn? Pathetic. I was expecting a little more fight from you. Maybe that’s my mistake. You are only the Princess of Love. Maybe your daughter will grow up to be the Princess of Roughhousing. I prefer when they fight back.”

His weight is surprising. He’s an especial Pegasus, after all. How is he crushing her? “Get off!”

“I intend to.”

At point-blank range, casting a spell now could kill him. She prepares another bolt of magic anyway.

Wing swallows her horn.

Fuck. Fuck! The wind leaves Cadance in a rush, while her horn fizzles out. His lips squeeze around her sensitive ivory, wrapping tight. Hot and wet. Sloppy. Filling each and every groove in saliva. How can a mouth so completely immobilize her?

He pulls back and smacks his lips. Hums for a moment. Just when Cadance is starting to think she could dislodge him he returns to fellating her horn, and she’s stuck again, whimpering and panting under the weight of his skilled tongue. It’s like Wing is sucking Shining’s cock, although she can’t grab his head like this, and fucking his throat means goring him to death. Does he suck the real Cadance’s horn like this? Does he suck other horns, too? He almost seems content to just lay atop her and suckle for a while.

But after a few moments he chuckles. “I knew it. I knew it! I knew there was something off about you,” he laughs, licking up the side of her horn, dodging the ineffective sparks she can manage while her horn pulses with sensation. “Your magic is different today. Why isn’t it blue?”

Another lick. Cadance groans. “You must not be paying close attention, Wing.”

“Let’s see. Either you somehow managed to change the hue of what I’m told is essentially the fundamental spirit of any Unicorn—”

Fuck. He knows. “An Alicorn’s magic doesn’t change, Wing. Even you should know that.”

“—or you’ve been spending time in your own dungeon with your own prisoner, Prince Armor.”

“You thought I was Cadance?” Cadance bluffs. “You can’t even tell the difference between the two of us?”

“I know your wife well enough. You’re a lousy impersonator. She isn’t nearly so eager to resort to violence. She compromises, communicates, and diplomacies like a good little ruler. She doesn’t bully like the Captain of the Guard does.” Another lick. “She and I much prefer to settle our differences with our bodies. The other delegates, too.”

“Liar.”

“Last year your little winter wonderland got free geodes from the Dragonlands, a better split from Cloudsdale’s satellite weather office, and increased rail service from your national rail line. All without an increase in taxes or obligations. Do you really think your Princess doesn’t use every advantage she has when she negotiates? Really. She must be using magic: you would be swimming in children otherwise.”

“Liar!” Cadance throws her head back, trying recklessly to stab him in the face.

He dodges to the side, reaches a hoof around her neck, and pulls back, threatening to block her air. To choke her.

She struggles, thrashing her wings and kicking her hind legs.

“Stop fighting!” he growls.

Cadance goes limp to keep him from injuring her. Biding her time.

He smiles. “Good. Let’s talk. If you still want to hurt me, then we can try again. But here’s the new deal, Prince. Official and direct from Dragonlord Ember herself. She doesn’t want your jewelry or your crystals or your crops. She wants your obedience and your loyalty. A token gesture in good faith that your wife will work towards the combined prosperity blah blah blah, diplomacy, etc. It’s a wonderful offer. You don’t have to deliver anything, or give up any territory, or inconvenience even a single one of your subjects. You get all the geodes your tiny little kingdom could ever want, for as long as you like. All Princess Cadance has to do is submit to Dragonlord Ember.”

“Not happening.”

“Well, first of all, it’s not up to you. I’m going to find your wife after this and see if we can steer this summit back on course. She’s a much more constructive negotiator than you are, Prince Armor. Second of all, it’s a meaningless, inexpensive show of diplomacy—the best kind, in my opinion. Bring your lovely family for regular visits—say, once a month—as the Dragonlord’s personal guests; say a few words about friendship and magic; then relax in our personal care while she and I treat you like royalty.”

“You want me to deliver my wife and my daughter on a platter for you to fuck.”

“Must it always come back to sex with you ponies? I mean, yes. I do very much. And so does Dragonlord Ember. All three of you are tasty morsels, actually. But I fail to see the downside. Your wife is a whore anyways. Your daughter needs a strong, dedicated guide to help her explore her burgeoning, submissive sexuality. And Dragonlord Ember desires an heir—”

“So I’ve heard. I thought Dragon males were supposed to be virile beasts.”

“—with you.”

“What?!”

“Oh, I’m as shocked as you are. She wants her heir to have Unicorn magic, and she assumes you must be a virile beast yourself. You married the Princess of Love, after all. Of course, I know better. Your wife drops her chest and spreads her legs at the slightest excuse. How much of a male can you really be?”

Cadance laughs. “More than you, apparently. How demeaning that must be. Dragonlord Ember, the pinnacle of female sexuality and power for all Dragons, sending you to arrange her booty calls.”

The room is silent, aside from their heavy breathing.

Wing narrows his eyes. “And third of all, consider the alternative. Would you let this little oasis freeze to death because of your pride?”

“I would bring this little oasis to war before I let you near my family.”

“Well. It’s a good thing it’s not up to you, Prince,” he growls, yanking her mane back.

“Ah!” Cadance hisses, crouching low to keep him from bending her neck painfully. She twists from side to side, trying to free herself.

“Pathetic,” Wing mutters. His wings flare wide, reaching into her field of vision, straining with his arousal. “You really are a shadow of your wife. Just another weak pony.”

His wings!

“You forget, Wing—you’re a pony, too, not a Dragon. Which means these are far more sensitive than you’d think.”

She cranes her neck, reaches for his wing, and bites.

Wing shrieks, leaping off of her.

Cadance is quick to her hooves, sneering at the poor Pegasus who doesn’t normally let ponies touch his wings.

“You’re the pathetic one,” she hisses. “You’re so fixated on being a big brutish dragon that you’ve completely neglected your heritage. It’s no surprise Ember cucks you so bad.”

Ambassador Wing’s face twists with anger. “Says the Princess who can barely keep her legs together.”

“Yeah. You found me when I’m vulnerable. I’m stuck in a body that’s full of hormones and desperate to fuck. I’m sure it won’t be long now. But you didn’t seduce me. You didn’t achieve anything. This body isn’t real. Your fight is pointless. And later tonight you’re gonna dwell on the fact that you still haven’t fucked a Princess. Just an impos—”

“Get down.”

Cadance’s chest slaps to the floor. She whimpers, feeling the violence in his voice, and clamps her tail between her legs. The room feels colder, tighter.

“Ass up.”

She lifts her ass, flicking her tail back out of the way. Exposing herself to him. He feels larger, like he’s filling the whole room, overwhelming her. His gaze is heavy, his breathing ragged. She knows he’s savoring his victory.

“I’m going to fuck you, Prince. Then you’re going to take me to your daughter, and you’ll help me fuck her too.”

Cadance groans, arching her back. It’s obscene and offensive, just the thought that she would help this monster defile her little filly. But Flurry would do it, especially if Cadance is there, holding her hoof while Wing presses his cock between her legs and up against her pussy.

Cadance’s legs quiver. She feels drops of her own arousal sliding down her inner thigh, hears them pattering on the crystal floor.

Wing grabs her ass and gropes her, mauling her flesh with both forehooves. Spreading her cheeks wide. He leans close and inhales—“I can smell the spice on your cunt. Did you enjoy my whores?”

“I didn’t—”

“Tell me you liked it.”

Cadance gasps. “Yes—your whores are impressive! You must be so fucking proud of what you did to them.”

Wing leans close and licks her ass, from one cheek right across her cunt to the other, and starts rubbing his face over her rump. He licks her slit, her tailhole, even her cutie marks. He worships her rear end, even while he insults and attacks her face. Cadance groans, thrusting her ass back at him. He reaches his hoof around her thigh and rubs at her pussy, feeling how desperately wet she is, how hot and flushed and eager she is. There’s only one outcome now. There was only one from the moment she locked him inside.

Wing leans forward, putting his weight on her back, and presses his cock against her rump. It would be one thing if the rude, arrogant Ambassador had a mediocre cock, but it’s thick, and hard, and drooling enough precum to lubricate them both even if Cadance wasn’t already swamped. She feels her heart race, feels the weight of their little dance leading up to this moment. He’s going to fuck her, and no matter how she feels about him—it’s gonna be fucking awesome.

He grabs her around the waist, settles his chest atop her back, and pokes his cock between her pussy lips. It’s huge, blunt, and threatening. Cadance can’t catch her breath. She’s been on the receiving end of a lot of sex today, some consensual and some less-than, but this pony has a way past her defenses, no doubt. His body completely surrounds her, removing the outside world and isolating the two of them.

It occurs to her that her borrowed body is completely at the whim of Queen Chrysalis’s twisted desires. Cadance only needed to look the part. How thoroughly did she design this body’s vagina? Is she tight? Shallow? Is she in for a fun time or not? Because—Fuck!—if he’s gonna fuck her, Cadance really hopes it’s more enjoyable than not. And he’s definitely going to fuck her.

Why isn’t he fucking her?

“Argh! What are you waiting for?!” she groans, angling her hips like the easy-to-use slot machine that she is.

“For you to beg for it.” He grinds his cock against her, snorts in her ear. “We’re all alone. I won’t tell anypony. Your wife will never know. I just need to hear the magic word.”

“But—”

“Beg me to fuck you.”

Cadance cries out. “Fuck. Please! Just—just do it! Just—”

His cock splits Cadance wide open. Cadance throws her head back and comes with a keening wail, nearly spearing him in the neck with her horn. Her body twitches and shakes while he draws out her explosion, preventing her from catching her breath. She can feel each and every one of his piercings slipping and pulling against her insides, and his cock is so hot!

“Yes!” he yells. “Oh, fuck. Your cunt is amazing, Prince. Fu-hu-huck. How long do you get to stay like this? It would be incredible if you got stuck in this body somehow. Think about it. You and I could fuck whenever we want, while your wife gets to stay all pure and chaste. Mmm, or maybe she joins us. Does she know you’re in her body? Probably. You’re far too noble and righteous to invade her body’s likeness without her consent.” He laughs. “Or maybe not? Ha! I wonder what she’d think if she barged in on us right now. She has unlocking authority, right? No orders to her guards or spells on her door could keep her out. She’ll stroll in, ready for our meeting, and bam! Her doppleganger getting fucked like the whore she is, right in front of her.”

Cadance moans.

Each of Wing’s thrusts knocks the wind out of her. He uses his whole body, quickly and without trying to move with her, pulling her down onto his cock when he slams his hips against her ass. Her tail bends and catches between her dock and his abdomen, flicking erratically to the side, while her wings flare with each motion, desperately trying to keep her balanced. She inches forward on her chest, bit by bit with each move, sliding across the floor in loud screeches. A splatter of juice follows each thrust.

Cadance’s eyes roll, and she struggles to focus on something. The room is full of tables, chairs of all sizes, papers and scrolls and books—all the evidence of ponies trying to mask their base animal instincts with professionalism, with cooperation, and with dignity. And here she is, the Princess of Love, the Princess of laying down and opening her legs, throwing it all away.

Fuck. She’s going to come. She’s barely over her first orgasm on Wing’s wonderful cock and another is threatening her. At least if he was mediocre at sex she could keep her dignity, but literally everything about this pony makes Cadance feel emasculated. And he’s not even winded. How long can he keep this up? How long can she keep this up?

She looks over her shoulder at him, twisting around underneath him. Her mouth hangs open, drooling on the floor. Inviting.

He smiles and leans in, kissing her.

Fuck, he does taste spicy. She presses her tongue in between his lips, tasting his tongue, his teeth. Tonguing his gums. He twists his head to the side, grabs her head, and pulls her close, still humping away. The angle makes it awkward, but he winds up hitting all sorts of places inside her, and after a few struggling moments he reaches for her hindleg and lifts it up and out of the way, scissors his abdomen against hers, and—

Magic courses through her body.

Is this what it’s like when Shining kisses his wife? When he fucks her?

It’s so . . . satisfying.

She breaks the kiss, gasping for breath. “Gonna . . . gonna come,” she pants.

“Come for me, Princess.”

“Gonna—”

“Come!”

Her orgasm rips through her, jerking her head back. Nearly goring Wing with her horn. Almost kicking him out of the way.

He roars like a dragon and thrusts himself inside her and comes. Semen bursts inside her, hot and thick, so much so fast she feels full to bursting in moments. His thrusts ram all that spunk back outside, splattering between their crotches and down their thighs, even as he shoots another heavy rope of spicy, sizzling cum inside her.

“Fuck!” she cries out, under the barrage of their combined orgasm.

Wing captures her mouth with his and kisses her again, while he squeezes her tight and holds himself in as deep as he can, flooding her womb with enough potent, virile cum to knock up a dragoness.

There’s no way Dragonlord Ember needs Shining to give her an heir. This fucking stallion should have no problem.

Wing lets her go. Cadance collapses to the floor and curls into a trembling, wheezing ball. A thick, hot creampie flows down her ass and in her tail. The aftershocks of a terrific orgasm rattle her.

He’s saying something.

“Whuh?” she mumbles.

He grabs her by the horn and yanks her around until her face is level with his cock. “Clean me up.”

He barely has to say it. Cadance opens her mouth and swallows his cock, feels his array of piercings bulging and pushing at her tongue. His semen is spicy, still oozing out. Must be something in his diet. He grunts and shoves his hips against her muzzle, filling her mouth and slipping down her throat. It’s easier than she thought it would be. Easy just to open her jaw and let him hump and wonder idly if he’s going to come again, and whether he’ll let her swallow his semen or if he’ll pull out and blast it all over her face instead.

He sighs, then steps back. Of course. He’s saving up for later.

She whimpers, glancing up before looking away. Unable to keep eye contact with him. How has he done this? She’s Shining Armor. The Captain of the royal family’s personal Guard. Prince-consort of the Crystal Empire. Coveted by a Dragonlord. Champion of the weak, the forgotten, and the lost. Devoted husband. Loving father.

And this stallion has brought her to her knees, robbed her of her dignity, and fucked her damned near unconscious. She’s still trembling from the feel of his piercings ribbing up and down her pussy.

Today is not her day.

“You’d best make yourself presentable,” Crimson Wing says, turning around. His cock bobs beneath his stomach, leaving a trail of sizzling cum behind him. “The opening ceremonies start in a few minutes. Unlock the door, please, Your Highness. I have a Princess or two to dominate.”

Cadance sizzles her pink magic and opens the door.

Dimly, through the ringing in her ears, Cadance can hear ponies gasp in his wake. She grabs the door in her magic and slams it shut behind him, sizzling it locked before anypony thinks to investigate whom he has just fucked into the table. And just in time, too—she hears the door rattle, hears muffled ponies calling for her, then calling for help. A mare starts hollering and barking orders. At least somepony is taking care of things.

A few minutes pass while Cadance tries to figure out what to do, but eventually she gives up. Goldenrod and Shining’s best will keep Wing away from her family. She’s alone for now, and for the first time all day, it’s quiet. Cadance decides that resting for a little bit might be a good idea.

The door sizzles again. Somepony with unlocking authority has finally decided to investigate. Cadance slumps in place, stares at the floor, and wonders who will find her here like this, burning with shame, streaked in cum, and surrounded by messy piles of papers and documents. Wonders who’s going to fuck her next. One of Shining’s Guards? Goldenrod? Another delegate—or even Queen Chrysalis, somehow?

“Well, well. Whom do we have here?”

Cadance whips her head up.

“What—” she breathes, feeling the floor pitch to the side beneath her. The one stallion that shouldn’t find her like this—that absolutely cannot even be here in the first place—stands over her, tapping a single hoof.

“Get up,” Shining Armor orders.

Queen Chrysalis did escape, and chose the one disguise that wouldn’t risk being seen beside the original.

In a panic, Cadance scrambles onto all fours, slipping on the sticky floor. Her useless wings flap helplessly, throwing her off balance, and she stumbles right back onto her ass.

Shining armor clicks his tongue. “Pathetic.” His horn ignites, and magic surrounds Cadance, holding her still.

“Who let you out?” Cadance demands, struggling against magic that is way stronger than hers at the moment. Her heart races. She gave her key to one of the Guards, but at the moment she can’t recall which one—

Oh, fuck.

Chrysalis wasn’t guessing. She already knew there was a changeling imposter in his ranks. “Which one?!”

Shining ignores her. “Oh, Princess. Poor, poor Princess. What happened? Everypony’s talking about it. Did the big bad diplomat say mean things to you?”

Cadance shakes her head. It doesn’t matter who released Chrysalis. She has to escape and recapture Chrysalis in Shining’s body before even thinking of identifying the infiltrator.

But Shining’s magic holds her tight.

“Did he make you do things?” He leans close. “Humiliating, sexual things? Did he fuck you?” He spins her around and lifts her tail out of the way. “Oh, wow. He did. Wow. You’re a fucking mess back here. I’d say he must’ve given you too much love, but we both know he has no love for you. Only cum. Do you suppose it’s something in his diet? Or was Ambassador Wing not the only stallion you’ve had back here today?”

Cadance ducks her head in shame.

The imposter Shining ducks his head behind her and sniffs between her legs. “Woof. I smell you, too. You enjoyed him. At least, part of you did. What will you do when everypony else finds out, hmm?”

Before Cadance can protest, Shining Armor spears his tongue between her buttocks and licks at the creampie draining from her pussy.

“Ah!” she cries out.

“So spicy,” Shining mutters. “Definitely something in his diet. He’s a disgusting monster, but he tastes wonderful.”

Cadance’s horn flares, trying to pull herself free from his teekay, but every swipe of his tongue distracts her. Why is she so weak today, so fucking susceptible to tongues?

“Mmm . . . I know what that body likes.”

“I don’t . . . ”

“You lying slut. You loved what Wing did to you, and everypony else that’s been back here. How many is that, by the way?”

“No,” she whines. “You . . . this is your fault. You did something—”

Shining grabs her ass, spreads her cheeks apart, and spears his tongue inside her pussy.

Cadance yowls as her pussy clenches and winks desperately.

“You’re right,” Shining finally admits. “This really is all my fault, isn’t it?”

She spins him around so they’re face to face.

“I told you not to do anything. I told you to stop worrying about Wing and the other delegates. I practically taunted you into action.”

“What?” Cadance breathes, not understanding.

“I’m sorry,” Shining mutters, leaning close to lick a slow, slobbery streak up her face. He covers her cheek, eye, and forehead in spit before kissing her horn. Cadance winces as he drools on her face. It’s something about this body. Some remnant of the Changeling magic that turned Shining into Cadance, or an intentional side effect; Chrysalis wouldn’t be above such deception. But it’s so hard to focus on the threat to her life, her family, and her kingdom when her body is screaming—screaming!—for this stallion to quit teasing her, to mount her, to impregnate her, never mind that another stallion’s semen is still draining down her thighs. She ought to be fighting back. She ought to be securing her family. She ought to be calling a code green. But instead—

Cadance freezes. She didn’t notice at first. How could she be so stupid? Fuck!

Not green. Blue.

Chrysalis’s magic was always green, no matter her disguise.

“ . . . Cadance?” Cadance guesses.

Shining Armor smiles. “In the flesh, so to speak. A gift from our mutual friend.”

“Fuck,” she croaks.

Somehow this is worse.

“So, my lovely wife-husband.” Shining gestures at the mess. “This was your brilliant plan? We could’ve run into one another. What if somepony saw us both? Shouldn’t you have locked me up first, at least? It’s what Chrissy did, when she pulled this stunt. We literally have crystal caves under the castle you could’ve used. And did you think nopony would say anything to me afterwards? I’m not an idiot, Shining. When ponies ask me about things I haven’t done, I get suspicious. Nevermind when my whole schedule starts getting rearranged at my own request.”

“Who was it?” Cadance asks.

“Flurry,” Shining says. He leans close, nose to nose, and narrows her eyes. “Imagine how surprised I was when she gave me a big hug and thanked me profusely for helping her out just a while ago.”

“Uh—”

“And for going down on her. Normally I just cuddle her while she uses her cooler. You know, like any normal mom? Oh, Shiny. If I’d known you wanted to fuck our little baby girl, I’d’ve given you cooler duty long ago. Heh. Well. Next time she comes to me, I’m sending her your way.”

“UH—”

He waves at his body. “When I found out, I went downstairs to get my own explanation, and we decided to play this little game for you. I thought I would catch you, and tease you a little. Maybe squeeze the truth out of you. Of course, that was before I saw Wing strutting out with his cock drooling on the floor.”

Cadance ducks her head.

“Whom else did you interact with?” Shining asks, stalking around her floating body.

“Besides Flurry and Ambassador Wing?” Cadance gulps. “Um . . . Wing’s escorts—”

“Fuck.”

“—and, um. Chrysalis.”

Shining stares at her. “You fucked Chrysalis?!”

Cadance hangs her head. “She needed love to fuel the disguise magic.”

“Love, Shining. Her Changeling magic needs love. You’re supposed to cuddle her, and hug her, and tell her everything’s going to be alright. Not fuck her! Damn it!”

She shrugs. “She didn’t give me much of a choice.”

“You could’ve said no!”

Cadance’s lip curls. She snarls, “No, I couldn’t! You left me with no other option! It was either do this or wait for one of my fucking Guards—all of whom I trust and respect, by the way—to come and tell me all about how he got to watch some worthless diplomat fuck you. Last year was awful. It broke my heart, hearing all that from ponies that clearly enjoyed watching. For months when we walked through the Castle I knew—I just knew—that they were remembering that one moment. Wondering how easy it would be for one of them to get away with it too. Maybe even seduce you. More than once I heard ponies that I had respected calling you filthy fucking names.”

“Shiny, ponies have been eye-banging me since before I hit puberty. Everypony wonders how easy it would be to fuck me. Ponies always assume I’m a slut, or a whore, or even an evil succubus demon. Wherever I go, ponies grab my flanks or stroke my wings or lick my neck. They literally cannot help it. Who fucking cares if ponies only bow in my presence because they want to look between my legs, or if they’ll only follow my lead to stare at my ass?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that ponies are treating you like that?” Cadance asks. “I could’ve helped. At least with Wing—”

“No, you couldn’t’ve! Chrysalis didn’t do anything to your mind. Him fucking you was the only outcome. His domination aura is so—”

“His what?”

Shining sighs. “Fuck. Okay. Look. Wing has an aura too. We don’t know why. Goldenrod thinks his mother was impregnated by a very powerful, magic-wielding drake. It’s subtle. It takes time. And it’s not like he can control your mind. But ponies bend to his will if he works them enough and they aren’t used to it. I am used to it. You are not. If I’d let you two in the same room there’s no telling what he would’ve done to you. And if you and I worked together, the end result would be both of us humiliated. Shiny, it’s not your fault. But your integrity is your weakness to ponies like him . . . he would have fucked you.” He snorts. “He did fuck you.”

“I don’t care. I could’ve helped! I could have protected you and your reputation. We’re supposed to talk to each other, Cadey. We’re supposed to trust each other!”

“Trust?” Shining slams his hoof down onto the table with a bang. “Then what is this?” he hollers. “What are these?!” He reaches for her wings and pulls.

Cadance cries out.

“You like that? Ha! She got everything right. She’s a master of the little details. That means you probably like it right here, too.”

Floating her right at hoof level, just above the floor, Shining trails his hoof down her wing to the joint right at her shoulder blade. It twinges, like a raw nerve, and Cadance can’t clamp her hoof over her mouth quickly enough to prevent the embarrassing bark of pleasure that spills out.

“What a whore,” Shining breathes, then does it again. And again.

Just that simple motion, with a slight pressure, starts turning Cadance’s brain to mush. It almost hurts, but after only a few short moments she starts drooling, from her mouth and then from her pussy. Shining stomps a hoof on her rump to keep her from squirming. She can’t help it. Her body twitches and jerks, like that one joint has marionette strings connected all over her body. The hoof holding in her voice slumps to the side. She can hear her own whimpers echoing through the room. Wonderful acoustics in here. She feels like she’s surrounded by a dozen other Cadances, all reduced to their most basic, shameful needs.

“Poor Princess,” Shining mutters. “You poor thing. Imagine if somepony came in right now. Maybe one of the staff. You think you’d be able to protect our reputation in this state?”

Cadance hangs her head. No, she’s not presentable. She’s dripping with arousal and desperation. She can barely stand. Her body is screaming for her to open her legs and let him in. And she can just imagine the other delegates seeing her like this. Looking at her shameful behavior and shaking their heads. Thinking, this is the royalty we have to deal with? These are ponies we’re supposed to respect?

“No, I couldn’t. We can’t—”

Shining breathes over her horn, hot and humid. Cadance tenses, but Shining moves to the side, licking at her ear. The threat is clear: Cadance had better stop arguing, because Shining can shut her up at any moment.

“Poor wife-husband. I know you meant well. I know you just want what’s best. And I should’ve told you. But I’ve been doing this for years now. I know how to handle Wing, and the other delegates, and all the other ponies that grope me, and lick me, and tease me. You’re a wonderful husband. And I love you for it. You’re just not a Princess.”

“I know,” Cadance mutters.

Shining nuzzles her neck. “Did you really think I was sleeping around with Wing and the others for a bunch of rocks?”

“No!” Cadance exclaims. “I never did. I know you wouldn’t.”

“Then what—”

“I thought they were hurting you. Or using you. And that you thought you wouldn’t have a choice. I thought that you would suffer their appalling behavior in silence, so that our subjects can have better lives. I thought you would be too polite and accommodating towards ponies who don’t deserve you. And I thought—”

“Go on.”

“I thought you didn’t dislike it as much as you should.”

“You mean you thought I liked it. That I enjoyed it. Tell me. Did you enjoy them toying with you?”

Cadance nods once.

“I see.” Shining exhales.

“I didn’t mean to!” Cadance exclaims, stretching to look over her shoulder at him, desperate for him to believe her. “I really do think Chrysalis did something to this body. It’s—”

“You know, I’ve always wanted to have an affair with one of our staff. How deliciously hot would that be?”

“—Huh?”

“Since we’re being honest.” Shining smiles, leans in close. He’s blushing. “Some secret, burning romance with a chambermaid or two—or the Princess caught being dominated by her depraved, perverted Steward. Normally, that would be too risky. It’s one of the few disadvantages of royalty. And I’d never do so behind your back. But now? In this body? With my darling wife-husband basically giving me permission? Oh! And I know for a fact there’s a pretty little tart in the kitchens who’d lift her tail in a heartbeat for the big, strong Shining Armor. She wants to be a Princess someday, like most fillies her age, and she fantasizes about being pressed face-first into her lord’s bed and bred senseless for hours and hours—like most fillies her age, I suspect. She’s re-he-heally young, even younger than Flurry, and we’d have to make sure her parents don’t find out, but that just makes it hotter and, well, love really is blind sometimes.”

Cadance whimpers, trying to remember who works in the kitchens. “R-really?”

“Shining Armor, you are a Celestiadamned moron. Plenty of fillies want you to fuck them. Or, I guess—” Shining gestures at his brand new body “—want me to fuck them. I gave Chrysalis lots of love earlier. I bet I’ll be you for a long time. Oh! I know. How about the two of us go down to the kitchen right now and find sweet little miss jailbait tart? I’ll let you hold her still so I can put a foal or two inside her while I teach her how to make love.”

Cadance shudders.

“Ohh, wow. That did it, huh? I could taste that. My magic still works while I’m in this body. I bet I could seduce anypony I please. I do have a lot of attractive pages working here. Wing’s whores look very, very well chosen. And Flurry wouldn’t say no to another cooling off. She’s got it bad and the one male authority figure in her life keeps denying her what she needs—”

Cadance scoffs. “I’m not denying her what she needs. I’m telling the staff and the guards to keep their hooves off of her.”

“—but do you know whom I want to fuck the most? Right now?”

Cadance shakes her head.

“You.”

Shining lifts Cadance onto the table, shoving a pile of documents to the floor in a storm of paper and ink to make way.

“I want to fuck you. I want to feel what it’s like as a stallion. I want to know what I feel like. And there’s this secret bit inside me—since we’re being honest and all—that wants to make you scream in pleasure. A bit of me that wants to see how hard you can come from being fucked like a whore before you pass out. I want to know what the great and honorable Shining Armor looks like when he’s a bitch.”

Cadance gasps, feeling her heart race and her sodden, spunk-filled pussy clench. Her husband-wife has completely lost it, succumbing to the arousal that’s filling the room.

It must be Chrysalis’s fault.

“But—somepony will see us,” she pleads, looking around the room. The summit hall is empty for now, but Shining didn’t lock the door behind him and staff come and go all the time, getting ready for meetings or collecting documents for their retinue.

“So? They’ll see a husband fucking his wife. Nothing wrong about that,” Shining says, stepping his forehooves on either side of Cadance’s hips.

Cadance shudders and hikes her tail up into the air. She can’t help it.

“You’re so wet,” Shining breathes, as his cock pokes between her legs. “You’re really into this, aren’t you?”

Cadance nods. Celestia, she really is. In this unfamiliar body, under the onslaught of Shining’s and the real Cadance’s combined authority—and under his stomach—Cadance can’t help but feel her arousal spiral out of control. She has no idea how Cadance holds it together normally. Why she isn’t a walking, talking cock cozy for the ponies she constantly deals with, especially when everypony she deals with is constantly trying to fuck her. “But your reputation—”

“You don’t get it, do you?” Shining growls, pressing his cock between her legs. It’s hot and hard. Cadance tries not to yowl like a cat in heat. Shining angles his hips and prods his cock against her slit, finally notching into place. “I’ve been trying to tell you. I don’t give two fucks about my reputation. It’s time ponies learned the truth. I’m the Princess of Love, dear. Let them see me get fucked.”

Cadance opens her mouth to speak, just as Shining drives his hips forward, skewering her in one, and all that comes out is a gasp. Fuck. She’s pretty sure her cock isn’t usually this . . . bludgeoning.

Shining stops with his hips crushing her dock. “Fu-hu-huck. Chryssi did a good job with our bits, didn’t she? I’ll have to go and thank her after this. Though part of me just wants to stay here all day long. How are you doing, dear?”

All Cadance manages is a wheeze.

Shining pulls his hips back, and Cadance feels his cock head scrape at her insides. When he thrusts again he shoves her forward, and when he pulls back he yanks her back. His motions are rough, like those of a young colt losing his virginity. But as he thrusts, her body reacts, and accommodates, and begins to thrust back. With Sugar and Spice it was a messy, rushed tangle of limbs, an awkward rhythm. With Ambassador Wing, it was his limbs, his body, his rhythm, his fuck.

With Shining Armor—with her love—they just fit together so well. Their bodies mold together like they were separated with a single cut from a single source, their rhythms building off of one another. Her husband-wife claims he wants to dominate Cadance but this—this is something more.

“Is it—is it like this when you fuck me?” Shining asks, panting. Losing control. Overwhelmed. “It’s so . . . ”

“ . . . connected,” Cadance breathes.

“Yeah.” Shining kisses the back of her neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Cadance says.

“And I love having a cock!” he yells.

Despite everything, Cadance barks out a laugh. How many ponies heard Prince Shining Armor say that? “Yeah . . . it’s pretty great.”

“I—I think I’m close,” Shining says, not stopping his motions. If he were better at sex as a stallion, he’d slow down or pace himself. But now he just sounds alarmed. “I think I’m gonna come!”

Cadance moans. “Do it. Come for me.” She knows what that body wants to hear. “Fill me up, honey. Drown me in your cum.” Knowing what that body wants to feel, too, she clenches her core and squeezes her thighs together and grinds her rump across his abdomen. Her tail, currently pressed up against his stomach, twitches and slides over him. She spreads her hooves slightly, angling her hips. Immediately he groans and starts hitting different parts inside her, shallower and faster.

“Fuck. Coming—Coming!” Shining yells, loud enough that ponies can probably hear him outside, magically sealed doors or otherwise. “I’m coming!”

And Cadance can feel it. His cock surges inside her, swelling and pulling at her insides with each thrust. A sudden gush of warmth fills her pussy and spreads through her whole body, overwhelming even the sharp, rapid slaps of flesh and the sudden yank on her mane. “Yes,” she moans. “Fill me. Breed me . . . ”

Shining keeps thrusting, spilling more and more spunk deep inside her. It’s hot, thick, and sticky as it splashes down her inner thighs. She can hear it splatter on the floor, puddling between her hooves. Each thrust feels like it fills her up then pumps it back out.

Her second time getting creampied today

“That was awesome!” Shining gasps, collapsing atop her. His weight is delicious.

“That was quick,” Cadance says, smacking her lips.

“Shut up! It’s my first time.”

Cadance smiles. “You've got a bit of practice ahead of you before you can make me scream in pleasure before I pass out.”

Shining grinds his hips against her rump, twisting his cock inside her. Searching for more. “And you . . . Don’t think I didn’t hear you, Princess That-was-quick. Fill me up, honey? Breed me?” He bites her neck. “You bitch.”

Cadance whines, covering her face with a hoof. “Shut up. It’s my first time.”

Shining laughs, squeezing her tight.

Shining and Cadance lay cuddled together on the table, listening to the castle outside. Ponies have been knocking and yelling for a few minutes now, but Shining just keeps the door locked while they hold onto one another.

“What about Wing?” Cadance asks.

Shining exhales.

“I was doing a fine job stringing him along and getting our kingdom what we need without giving him anything. All I needed to do was let him think I was hot for him while he called me names and licked my face and groped between my legs and rubbed his cock against my flank. Once you get past his aura, Wing is easily the most manipulable stallion I’ve ever met. But then you had to come along and fuck everything up. Our Celestia-damned kingdom is going to freeze to death.”

A sinister grin slides over Shining’s face. “Thankfully, I have a better idea. Next time, I’m going to let him fuck you instead. I am going to get you transformed then dress you up in a pretty blue bow and deliver you on a platter for him to fuck. Assuming you haven’t let Chryssi go by then.”

“Chryssi?”

“Chrys-a-lis,” he pronounces. “Changeling Queen? Remember? We’re pretty good friends. I bring her regular meals and keep her company, and she tells me all about what you two get up to. Do you know how many pony lives she’s lived over the years? She basically shaped Equestrian History as we know it.”

Cadance whispers, “She was disguised as Twilight when I went to her today.”

Shining clicks his tongue. “Oh, you poor thing. I bet that was real hard for you. Did she choose the young Unicorn version? Heh. A nubile young filly pining for her older brother. Eager for his love. Did she use that pouting voice and tell you she was cold and lonely? That would do it. Fuck me, I love you sometimes. I love that you’d do anything for her. Especially when you act all big brothery. That’s hot.”

“You do?” Cadance whimpers. “But—but I cheated on you! I fucked my sister!”

“Yeah, and we’ll talk about that. I haven’t been a very good wife recently, I think. And Twilight? Ha!” Shining climbs over her, rubbing his cock over her backside and smearing cum everywhere, and nibbles her ear. “A naive, eager, and repressed little filly like her? Who hasn’t? She and I talk, you know. The real one. The Princess of Friendship with Benefits has a very active sex life. Your sister’s hot.” She presses close and whispers, “Even I’ve fucked her.”

“What?”

“Once. A long time ago. When I was still babysitting her. I guess I didn’t fuck her, per se. But we definitely crossed a few boundaries that night while I helped her . . . experiment. I don’t know why I did. It’s just something about her. I don’t blame you. Maybe we should go and visit her once this is all over, hmm? I bet she’d fuck you if you tried hard enough. Or even if you didn’t.”

“Uh—”

“We could both fuck her. Would you like that? You and me dominating her? Maybe while I’m in your body?”

“UH—”

Shining scowls at his temporary male body. His cock is throbbing angrily. Cadance knows another load of cum is building up. “Fuck. Are all stallions this horny all the time? I just filled you like a pastry.”

“You get used to it,” Cadance shrugs. “I’d’ve thought you of all ponies could handle it.”

“Nope. All new physiology. Different mixture of hormones. And none of them are magical.”

Cadance laughs. “Maybe next time you’ll be a little more patient—”

“Nope. I know full well you can handle yourself despite your silly male urges. I expect only the best from my husband, even if he is a fucking stud.”

“How about I promise to keep my silly male urges for when we’re in private?”

Shining expects her to chuckle; instead, she sighs.

“You used to do it too.”

“Do what?”

“What Wing and the others do. When you first met me. My aura, or whatever it is, wasn’t as strong back then. But you had no concept of personal space. You used to sniff my mane when you thought I wouldn’t notice. Or touch my cutie marks. I got used to you crawling all over me long before you got used to my aura. Even your parents wanted to grope me. It’s just how it is.” Shining scoffs. “How do you sniff somepony’s mane and think she won’t notice? Colts.”

Cadance feels horrified. “I—I don’t remember any of that.”

Shining shrugs. “Ponies get really friendly with me. Get used to it.” He licks Cadance’s cheek and presses his body close. Cadance didn’t realize her original body’s chest felt so good. So strong and dependable.

“Goldenrod says your aura is getting worse.”

Shining rolls onto his back and waves at the ceiling. “He worries. It’s not like anypony can do anything.”

“Still. You should’ve told me. You should’ve told me they were doing that to Flurry!”

“Should I also tell you about all the gross feminine things she and I hide so you won’t get all squicked out? She’s already a mare, Shiny. Besides, it’s not as bad as she makes it out to be. Her aura doesn’t affect any pony for long. She just likes the attention.”

Cadance gawps for a few moments. “Well—Ambassador Wing’s met you several times before. He definitely has no excuse.”

“I agree. Especially not after today.”

“So what are you going to do with him?” Cadance asks again.

Shining scowls. “Well . . . It’s just Crimson Wing, now. Not Ambassador.”

Cadance leans way back, eyes wide. “What happened?”

Shining doesn’t answer, at first. He rolls off the table and stands up straight, looking at the door.

“Cadance?”

“I threw him in the dungeon, that’s what fucking happened!” He snorts. “I did what you’ve wanted me to do all this time. I should’ve done it ages ago.”

“In the—But he’s—You can’t—Cadance!” Cadance sputters, scrambling off the table to confront him. “He’s an ambassador! From the Dragonlord! You can’t just throw him in the dungeon!”

She stares at her husband-wife who has apparently gone and violated every single inviolable law of diplomatic relationships—and in Shining’s body, no less!

“What about the summit?” Cadance says. “What are we going to do when the others find out? What about the Dragons? Why would you—”

“He raped my husband!” Shining roars, stomping at the floor. “Let the Dragons come. We don’t need their charity.”

A snarl splits his face, looking positively predatorial. Ready to kill somepony.

Cadance sighs. Despite the fighting, the sex, the stress of a summit that’s almost certainly ruined—

“Fuck them!” Shining yells.

—she knows what her snorting, snarling, raging husband-wife needs right now. Slowly, carefully, Cadance reaches her forelegs around Shining and hugs him.

“There, there. It’s okay.”

“He hurt you!” he complains, struggling under her hug. “It is not okay!”

“I’m okay. I’m a big boy. I’m okay,” Cadance soothes, holding tight. “Well, I’m a big girl right now. But I can handle a mean old dracophile.”

“He’s going to rot in there!”

“Shh . . . ” Cadance eases her husband down into a more comfortable position. “I’m okay. It’s okay. Nopony got hurt. Nopony’s in danger.” She figures it’s best not to tell him that Wing and Dragonlord Ember are planning on gangbanging their daughter. Or that Dragonlord Ember wants him to sire her heir. “You did good.”

Shining looks at him. “I did?”

“Uh huh. Wonderfully.”

Shining exhales. “I just . . . I got so mad when I saw what he’d done. I let him hurt you. I thought I could handle him. I could handle him. But I couldn’t handle him doing it to you.” He sniffles. “I get it, by the way. How you felt.” He wipes his face on her shoulder. “It su-hu-hucks.”

“Yep. Don’t feel too bad. It might be the body. I still think Chrysalis can manipulate a body’s chemistry, not just its appearance.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”

They lay in silence for a little, cuddled together, their breaths and heartbeats matching.

“I love you, Princess Cadance,” Cadance says.

“I love you too, Prince Armor,” Shining says.

They kiss.

A lick of green fire catches on her hoof. Cadance cries out as Changeling fire consumes her.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Shining says, his voice quiet over the roaring fire.

“Sweet fucking Celestia! How do they—Oh, fuck!—put up with it?”

“Mmm, I imagine Changelings get used to it. But the timing’s a little too convenient, if you ask me. And I gotta say—not looking forward to my turn.”

The green fire evaporates with a sizzle, leaving him in his original body, unburnt and unharmed, if a little singed.

“Well, this is interesting,” Cadance in Shining’s body says, licking his lips. “I guess your spell wore off.”

Shining Armor in his own body gulps. “And, uh. Your’s hasn’t, yet.”

“Not for a while, I hope.” He stomps a hoof on Shining’s chest, then slides it down his sternum, over his stomach, to tease his erection. Each can smell the other’s breath, hot on his face. Still very horny. “Mmm. I seem to recall a certain somepony was interested in anal sex.”

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

“Me neither.”

“It’s pretty hot.”

“Pretty fucking hot.”

“Do we need to deal with the summit right now?”

“Fuck them.”

They kiss.

“We should do this more often,” Shining breathes, grinding his cock against Shining’s cock.

“Totally,” Shining says, licking his lips.

They kiss again.

The door opens.

Both Shinings freeze.

“Mom? Dad? Goldenrod said I shouldn’t come in here but I don’t really give a—Whoa.”

For a few moments nopony says anything. Then—

“Oh!” Flurry prances up to stand beside her parents, both of whom are rubbing their junk against one another. “Did Chrissy turn you into dad? I didn’t know she could do that. Can she turn me into you, mom? Heh. You there, Page! Bring your Princess some wine. Ah ha ha!”

“Flurry—”

“So, like, can you go down on me again?”

Author's Note

The End

Shining in Cadance's body may not realize it, but this isn't the first time one of their annual jamborees has been interrupted by a couple of dignitaries angrily rubbing their junk together atop piles of documents.

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