The Prince's Predicament

By the end of the night, Shining was carrying Cinnamon on his back, as he was having trouble standing. The same was true of Mustard, to a lesser degree. He was able to stumble, but was much faster if he was holding onto Shining's shoulder. As they walked, they belted out a sloppy version of the Crystal Kingdom Anthem, with Shining trying to quiet them down while humming along to the patriotic tune.

As soon as they were back at the house, Shining carried Cinnamon up to the bedroom and laid him down on the mattress. "My hero!" declared Cinnamon, reaching up and wrapping his hooves around Shining's neck.

"More a noble steed," chuckled Shining, laying him back down. He turned back to Mustard, who was still by the bedroom door. "Can you make sure he stays safe through the rest of the night?"

"Oh, he's been much worse," answered Mustard. "He'll be fine. He probably could have walked home; he's just really clingy when he drinks."

As if in response, Cinnamon pulled himself back up to Shining and hugged him again.

"I noticed." With a smile, Shining laid him on the mattress a third time. "Well, thank you for a wonderful time. If you're sure everything's going to be fine, I'm going to head out, but if you need help, I'll be right on the couch."

"Oh, no you don't!" shouted Cinnamon, leaping on him again. "The night's still young! Take me! Like one of your Prench mares!"

Mustard sauntered up and placed his hoof on Shining's shoulder. "You know, despite his current state, he actually does want that. He wrote it down that he was willing to give you consent until noon tomorrow to have sex with him to a reasonable degree. It's..." he looked around the room. "I put it somewhere..."

"I don't know," breathed Shining. "I'm not sure what would be reasonable in this context."

"Well, whatever you think is reasonable," answered Mustard. "You are the least drunk one here. So, like, anal is fine, but drowning him in the toilet isn't."

Shing was mortified. "I should hope not!"

"So, yeah. If you're unsure if it's okay, I'm sure he'll stop you, or something..."

Cinnamon was gently nuzzling Shining's neck. "I can suck..."

Shining considered the offer. It was true that this had been the point of the evening, but it felt wrong. Not the gay stuff, but... He felt as though he was taking advantage of a friend. Cinnamon may not have been his closest friend, but he didn't want to abuse that, even accidentally.

"You're sure he wrote it down?"

"Positive," answered Mustard. "I just don't know where I put it."

Shining took a deep breath and sat down on the corner of the bed. "Okay. I'm going to sit down right here. I'm not forcing anypony tooOO--!!"

Before he could finish, Cinnamon had reached around him. Cradling his balls in his left hoof and grabbing his shaft in his right, Cinnamon began to stroke up and down the massive member. Deftly, he maneuvered his neck under Shining's shoulder and began smacking his tip against his cheek.

Shining raised his hooves. "You d-don't have to if you d--"

"He wants to," repeated Mustard, sitting down and grabbing a bottle of flavoured lubricant. "Either enjoy it or push him away."

Shining leaned back until he was lying down. If he closed his eyes, it felt just like a mare. Just as well, it should. He had no idea why it shouldn't. Even when he took it into his mouth and deepthroated the whole thing, it felt like a mare.

It was also very surprising, and after a few seconds, Shining pulled him back up. "Whoa, there, remember to breathe!"

"Hm?" Mustard looked up from spreading lube under Cinnamon's tail. "Oh, yeah, he does that sometimes. He can be down for quite a while and be fine."

"Still, I--"

"He's alright," assured Mustard. "I appreciate your concern, but this is a safe space."

"He's bigger than you, Mustard," Cinnamon teased.

Mustard snorted. "Oh, really?"

"It's no big deal," urged Shining. "Some stallions are--"

"How can you be so sure?" Mustard hopped up behind Cinnamon and grabbed his front hooves, pulling them back. "Perhaps you need a reminder of just how big I can be..."

Shining watched as Mustard's entire cock disappeared into Cinnamon's arse in a single thrust. It was a lot faster than Shining slipped into any of them, whether Cadance or a guest.

"It's big!" gasped Cinnamon, a look of joy plastering his face.

Moments later, Mustard began to buck his hips, smacking them against Cinnamon's flanks. Slowly, he released Cinnamon's hooves in favour of his hips, allowing Cinnamon to twist himself so that every thrust from behind pushed Shining down his throat.

This was a feeling Shining had never experienced before. Not quite like this, anyway. It felt like a blowjob, but at the same elliptical movement as a good fucking. It was not the same as either, and was brand-new to him.

Slowly, he came around to the idea, and began thrusting as well, counter to Mustard's movements. They were using Cinnamon's momentum to bounce him back and forth between them. The only way Shining could have felt this before was with a mare using a strap-on dildo on the other side. It was in this moment that Shining realized just how much he'd been missing out.

Normally, throughout the night, Shining would swap partners, holes, and sometimes even beds, but tonight, he was all about Cinnamon's throat. He did regularly pull out to let him breathe, but when it was finally time for them all to reach their climax (despite the fact that it was actually Cinnamon's second), Shining, for the first time, painted the face of a stallion with a hot blast of cum.

Another first happened seconds later, as while painting Cinnamon's back, Mustard oversprayed and hit Shining in the chest. It wasn't there for long, as Cinnamon was quick to slurp it up, as well as wiping his face against Shining's abdomen to swallow that, as well.

Soon, they all flopped down onto the bed, tired from their session. Shining lay on his back, with Cinnamon cuddling up against his chest, with Mustard behind him. "Was it good for you?" asked Cinnamon as he started to drift off.

"Like nothing I've ever done before," admitted Shining.