The Prince's Predicament

Shining rolled onto his back and grabbed his ankles. After the fivesome had broken in two, he'd paired with just Diamond while Pyre gave Cinnamon something more useful to do with his mouth. Mustard had followed them, to make sure Cinnamon behaved himself, knowing that a few slaps to the arse would settle him down if he was being a little too saucy.

But now he had to shift, because Pyre had Cinnamon firmly under control, and Mustard was making his way back over to the others. He had to give him a place to be, as he didn't want his guests to miss out.

To has surprise, though, Mustard picked him up to his knees, guiding his head forward. Likewise, he had Diamond kneel on the other side, and while Shining sucked him off, Diamond was more than happy to lick his arsehole.

"I've been thinking," huffed Mustard, drawing Shining's attention. "You and Cinn... You look like you enjoy bottoming. Perhaps it's not so bad as I thought."

Diamond pulled his tongue out of Mustard's arsehole. "It's really fun. It hurts at first, though, so be careful. Ease into it."

Shining pulled back. "I dove in just fine."

"Exceptions exist," argued Diamond. "I'm just saying, it can be scary, but fun."

"Scary butt fun aside," breathed Mustard, "I think Shining was pretty brave to try something new. Maybe I should, too. If the prince thinks it's a good idea, it probably is."

Shining smiled as broadly as he could with a full mouth. At several points during the past week and a half, he'd questioned whether or not he was doing the right thing. He was pretty sure he'd only told Pyre and Luna about this worry, but to him, this sounded like a confirmation that he was doing the right thing.

Meanwhile, Cadance's stomach was twisted into knots at the thought. If, instead of prince, he'd said princess, then it would seem as though she'd done the right thing. True, she'd done her best to keep this all under wraps, and only the kitchen staff had any indication, miniscule as it was, but if news of her actions had spread beyond that, would little colts and fillies try to emulate her actions? Just when she thought she couldn't feel worse...

Pyre picked up his pace, gripping Cinnamon by the mane and shoving him down as far as he could go. Cinnamon, in turn, choked down as much as he could, and maybe a little bit more, as the overflow shot out of his nose. Even as Pyre let go, Cinnamon's hooves wrapped around his hips and pulled tighter. He wasn't about to let go.

Panting and satisfied, Pyre flopped onto the bed, his length turning flaccid and slowly shrinking down. He was finished for the night. He was big, to be sure, but this had been his third round today, and he was drained, in more ways than one. Nevertheless, Cinnamon lay across his thigh and licked him clean, as he was wont to do as they watched the other three.

They'd shifted again, with Diamond in the middle, bouncing back and forth between Shining up front and Mustard behind. Every thrust sent ripples back and forth through Diamond, and his cock flopped back and forth beneath his skirt. As much as he'd denied enjoying the act in contrast to the finishing blow, he was certainly enjoying himself here.

Just as that was drawing to a close, Mustard pulled out and came around to the other side, holding himself on the edge. He kept himself there for a moment, until Diamond could pull off and open his mouth, sticking out his tongue to catch as much of Mustard's seed as he could. Thick, white bursts draped over his face, with the last of it being sucked up from the underside as soon as Diamond could lean forward. He showed his mouth full of the stuff, closed his lips, and then opened them again to show that he appreciated the gift.

After, he went back to Shining, as he was the last one on the bed to be satisfied. He wasn't moving quickly, savouring this moment for as long as it would last. Diamond was a sensitive soul, even if his body was durable, and the tenderness of one-on-one after the frenetic fantasy was where he shined brightest. Even if it was a slower stroke for Shining, he was able to feel every single movement, from the soft, pillowy lips to the smooth wrapping of his tongue. While it felt like less than a minute, it was closer to five, with time seeming to cease existing for how unimportant it was to either of them. It was a moment of joy that did not grow weary, but just faded away as its time came, leaving behind its pleasant tone.

Having exhausted themselves, the group fell asleep. Pyre, of course, was the biggest pillow, and Cinnamon and Mustard spooned on his chest, his hoof as their blanket. Diamond snuggled up between his legs, and Shining sat in the middle, curled up with his head on Pyre's abs. No need tonight for a blanket, or even a sheet, as they drew on each others' warmth and comfort.

Cadance wanted to join them, but something stayed her hooves. It was the same magic that enshrouded her, making the boys almost forget that she was there. This was Luna's doing, she knew. It kept her from joining in on the fun. It was just as well, as she hadn't made up for what she'd done, and this had been a big step for Shining to take. In fact, she wondered if it wasn't all due to her concoction. Somewhere in Shining, this desire existed for real.

She turned to the couch and found a spot where she could curl up away from the pile. She would tell Shining everything tomorrow morning. She would whisk him away from the others, take a moment of privacy with her husband, and come clean for all that she had done.

And to add everything up, knowing what she knew now, Luna had recreated the same dream she had placed Shining into, but from Cadance's perspective. Where Shining had been, he was now, a faceless stallion had commandeered the autonomous body, And Cadance was made to watch the whole thing, silently rubbing herself against her will.