The Prince's Predicament

It all began with a bit of rubbing. Cinnamon took the initiative and started rubbing his shaft against Shining's abdomen. Aside from just wanting to feel him rubbing back, he wanted to know if doing so was still a turn-off for Shining. While it was a nice step forward that Shining could accept having intercourse with a gay stallion if he could pretend it was a mare, it didn't mean as much as if he couldn't close his eyes and imagine it was somepony else. He could not deny that Cinnamon was a stallion this way, so this would determine whether Shining was actually starting to enjoy it, or was faking it.

The way Shining stiffened up, coupled with how firmly he grabbed Cinnamon's arse, it was pretty clear that he liked this now. It was a bit of a shock at first, seeing Shining so gung-ho about something he had shown no interest in a week prior, but that was a distinct possibility. After all, he'd never done anything like this before, or at least had claimed as much. Now that he'd tried it, there was at least a chance he would enjoy it.

"So, what's your next step, highness?" asked Mustard, rubbing Shining's chest. "If nothing else, we can start easing you into things."

"Well..." Shining thought about it for a minute, then remembered back to something he'd seen the other day, something he'd wanted to try. "So, there's this... other stallion... that I've been asking for advice, apart from the two of you. He's acatually the one who told me I needed to experience this with a stallion I could depend on, and that's you two."

Cinnamon put a hoof to his chest. "I'm touched."

"Well, he brought another stallion last time we met, and something he did was so impressive that I just had to figure out how to do it myself. In fact, Cinnamon proved to me last light that there's a way for other stallions to be good at it, and I'd like to try."

"You want to try giving oral?" confirmed Mustard. "That's a skill that has to be learned with practice. I can't guarantee we'll be able to teach you in a day."

"Still, I..." Shining took a deep breath. "I think it'd be nice to do something for any stallions I'd end up taking to bed."

Cinnamon scrunched up his nose. "You know that a lot of doms don't think about that, right? They're more concerned with pleasuring themselves."

Shining thought about it for a minute. "If I'm the dom, and they're the sub, and they're "my property," so to speak, doesn't that mean that their dick also belongs to me?"

"Yeah? So?"

"So I can do whatever I want with it."

"Uh huh?"

"And I want my cock to be sucked, and it'll be pretty hard for him to suck it."

Mustard's eyes widened as the realization dawned on him. "You make a very good point."

"No he doesn't," answered Cinnamon, rolling onto his back. Hooking his left hoof behind his knee, he pulled tight until he had touched the head of his cock to his lips. He went no further than the head, as that was all the further he could reach. "It'sh nok eashy, dough..."

"While that is impressive," admitted Shining, "I'm still interested in figuring out how to do it right. If whoever it is is going to be my "pet," then I should probably learn how care for and appreciate him."

"Fair enough," shrugged Mustard, pulling back his hooves along his chest. "Cinnamon knows more than I do about that, so I'll just be a practice dummy."

"Yeah, he hasn't quite figured out how to not use his teeth," chuckled Cinnamon. "He could be better."

"Hey, I tried!"

Cinnamon leaned up and kissed Mustard's neck. "I know, Darlin'..."

Shining turned around and looked at what had been rubbing against his back. It was a bit longer, and a bit wider than his own, and had a dark green semigloss tone to it.

"Hang on, let me clean that up for you," said Mustard, reaching for the wipes.

Before he could pull one out, however, Shining couldn't resist dragging his tongue along it. Something just felt right about it, and he couldn't explain what compelled him to do it, but it tasted great.

When he pulled back, they were both looking at him. Fishing for an excuse, he found none, and what came out was accidentally the truth. "It's real nice as it is."

Cinnamon, pleased as punch to see the enthusiasm, clapped his hooves giddily. "Awesome! I just came up with a brilliant plan!" He rubbed his hooves together and pointed at Shining. "You, show us what you think is the right way, and I'll watch closely." He pointed to Mustard. "You, tell us if anything feels off. And to make sure it all goes smoothly..." He grabbed the bottle of strawberry banana lube and applied a generous coat to Mustard's dick. "There. Now, let's see what you can do."

Shining swallowed hard. He was in for it now, whether he wanted it or not. Granted, he could probably decline and walk away, and they wouldn't be too offended, but on some level, he knew he wanted it. Not just because he was actually wanting that thing in his throat, but also because he wanted to prove that he was better than the dreamed-up version of himself.

He didn't know where to start, as he'd had it done up multiple ways for him, but a small voice in his head said to start by nuzzling his balls, and that felt a good a place as any. Before long, however, he had licked his way to the top, listening to the voice as it directed him. With no complaints from Cinnamon and moans of hoof-curling pleasure from Mustard, Shining knew he was doing it right.

Following the voice's advice, he took a deep breath, and started down the shaft. As he felt he was about to hit his limit and push himself back up, however, his hoof slipped on the bottle of lubricant, and his face fell all the way down until he was absolutely choking on Mustard's cock. The shock must have lasted for quite awhile, too, as it was several seconds after telling his hoof to pick him back up that he actually managed to come back up to the medial ridge.

However, while the voice seemed to be on his side, luck was not, as he stepped on the bottle of lube and lost his stability yet again, deepthroating Mustard once more. This time, Mustard was so moved by the feeling that he blasted his load right down Shining's throat, meaning he didn't even need to think about swallowing. He just did it naturally.

"You alright?" asked Cinnamon, helping him back up after seeing him slip twice.

Shining nodded. "Never thought I'd find such joy in a squirt of Mustard..."