The Prince's Predicament

Shining pounced onto Periwinkle Panache, pinning her to the bed, digging through her mouth with his tongue. "You, madame, have been a tease all night."

"Is that so?" she smirked up at him. "Are you going to correct me?"

"I do think some spanking is in order," he chuckled back. "I think I'll have your husband do it, though."

Grabbing her by the shoulders, he rolled over so she was on top. Her husband, Honeydew Melon, was already walking over when Shining offered him a table tennis paddle. He hesitantly accepted the offer and started swatting, with a little bit of guidance from Shing to make sure it was pleasant for all three of them.

As Shining watched from below, he thought about these past three months without Cadance. He'd spoken the truth at her private trial, and Luna had backed him up with evidence. Cadance had even admitted her guilt in the matter. Celestia had suggested stripping Cadance of her right to rule entirely, and Twilight had refused to pass judgement one way or the other. She could either side with Shining and hurt Cadance, or side with Cadance and hurt Shining, and she didn't want to have any say in damaging either side.

It had come down to Luna's choice, with Shining's partial vote being the deciding factor. She would be sent to one of the many safehouses that dotted Equestria, along with a team of guards and a behavioural psychiatrist that was licensed to work with the real stuff. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to use it, but for the time being, she wasn't to come to harm. Not her body, not her mind, and not her reputation. They'd meet up again after six months of separation to make another judgement.

"I think that's enough," huffed Shining, reaching back and squeezing Periwinkle's arse. "Should be nice and tender now."

"Very," panted Periwinkle.

Shining took her by the shoulders, rolling her over onto her back. Holding her down against his chest, he reached down between her legs and smeared lube over everything. Every single nook and cranny was massaged by the firm rubbing of his hoof. To help with this, his cock came up, rubbing around her velvet folds before moving down to coat her arsehole.

"Do you like that?" asked Shining. "Does it make you quiver with excitement, being held down by a stallion who's not your husband, right in front of your husband?"

She didn't answer. She didn't need to. A small moan escaping her lips was enough to tell them both everything.

"I thought so." Shining placed his tip against her arsehole and pushed his way in, slowly stretching her out as he went. "Relax," he whispered into her ear. "A real stallion is going to show you how great you can feel."

She nodded and looked right at her husband, who looked back and forth between the two of them. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do in response to that.

Shining had expected one of two responses, but staying back was neither of them. Still, he had to do something, so he opted for plan B. He started to buck his hips, slowly at first, but picking up speed as time went on. It was mere minutes before the sound of his balls slapping against her pussy and then back against his taint in an endless cycle filled the room.

Seeing his wife being taken so completely like this stirred something within Honeydew, and soon, his instincts took over. He tackled them, pushing his way firmly into her sopping pussy. Unlike Shining, he didn't work his way up, he just started drilling. Luckily, she was well-lubricated and ready to accept him.

Shining smiled. Despite some setbacks, they were back to the plan. One of the two plans, anyway. He was still sure he could do both, but for now, he just matched pace to ensure that none of their testicles smacked against each other. It wasn't because of the connotations, it's just that, at these speeds, it would hurt a lot if they collided going in opposite directions.

Shining held the mare firmly in place. It wouldn't do to have her sliding off the edge of the bed. "Tell her," he huffed, leering at Honeydew.

"I love you," he panted, kissing her. "I... I want you to be mine!"

"I want to be yours," she moaned. "But you never take me!"

"I will," he promised. "I'm so afraid, though..."

"Of what?!"

"You know..." He began to slow down.

"Say it," demanded Shining. "Tell her!"

He choked. He couldn't say it.

"You're more than enough stallion for me," she said, pulling him down for a kiss. Now, breed me like the big, strong stallion you are!"

With a good bit of thrusting, assisted by Shining's magic encouraging him, Honeydew came hard, or at least grunted like he had. As he pulled out, Shining could see the swelling, as well as the pitiful dribble that barely oozed out of the tip. He grabbed it with his hoof, trying to coax it all out, but there was nothing for it. Honeydew was still clogged and sterile.

Seeing the disappointment on his face, Shining switched holes, pumping his hips as fast as he could until he came inside of Periwinkle, filling her womb to the state of overflowing before pulling out.

"Oh, look at that," he said, pointing to her dripping crotch. "Your effort to be better for her has resulted in you putting a baby in her. I guess that narrow urethra is fixed, huh?"

Honeydew hid his face. He knew Shining was trying to help, but this felt like it was cheating. They'd wanted a child for so long, but with him unable to conceive, he'd lost his confidence. Shining had tried to light a fire under him, and had ignited a spark, but it'd gone out. Still, points for trying.

"It's not really mine," Honeydew sighed. "Look, thanks for trying, but I think I'm just going to crash on your couch..."

"Out of the question," answered Shining. "You made a vow to do what's best for your wife." He stood up and grabbed Honeydew's shoulder. "You said you wanted her? Climb up on that bed and take her. Your love is not going to die today."

Honeydew took a step forward, his hooves shaking. He had to be brave.

As the second round began, this time just the two of them, Shining took a step back and sat down, gently stroking himself. He knew he wasn't the best at this, and wished he had a second opinion to help him along, but he was doing the best he could with a warped perspective. A part of him wished Cadance was here, as she was always better at this sort of thing, but he still wasn't ready to forgive her yet. He'd have to keep trying until he found something that worked, or keep failing until he was out of ideas.