“You sure that thing works for you, Shining?” Thorax asked, bending his neck low to check his package underneath.

“Yep! Been totally foolproof for years!” Shining boasted. “Go on,” he nudged Thorax’s side. “Give it a stroke, won’t feel a thing!”

Both rulers of their respective kingdoms were passing time in the Crystal Empire, with Shining currently boasting about the effectiveness of his Chastity Shield.

Thorax looked at Shining suspiciously, “Really? …Alright…” He cautiously put a hoof onto Shining’s flaccid cock, giving the shaft a few testing touches.

Shining Armor still stood proudly, his face not even giving off a twinge of surprise or arousal, even though his body showed otherwise.

Thorax watched as Shining’s cock grew to its full, hardened length. Despite the repeated strokes he was giving to his shaft, the unicorn wasn’t breaking a sweat or blushing at all. “You’re not feeling this at all?”

“Nope! Not a thing!”

“But…you’re so…hard…” Thorax pulled his hoof away, just for a moment. Shining’s shaft was throbbing and twitching. It looked so needy, despite how calm and collected Shining looked.

Seeing Thorax’s own privates stand at attention made Shining chuckle. “Yeah, but I won’t be able to cum unless me and Cady perform the spell together.”

“That’s so cooooool…” Thorax was awestruck. “So if you can’t cum, could I try…?”

“Heh, go ahead.” It was admittedly a bit of a gamble, but Shining was confident in his creation, and Thorax looked super needy.

Thorax gently nudged Shining onto his back, exposing his belly and his shaft to the sky. With a lustful growl, he started stroking and kissing the throbbing, twitching shaft, feeding off all the lust it was emanating.

Shining watched Thorax have at him with a soft smile on his face. He was happy to help the changeling king get rid of a few pent-up frustrations, but he was worried that Thorax might get rid of too much. Luckily, he could easily keep a cool head when he might not have been able to otherwise.

“So needy…so…horny! Ah!” Thorax gasped, his eyes fully trained on Shining’s shaft, his mouth opening up wide to not only let out some desperate exhales, but to start working Shining’s cock into his mouth.

“O-kay! I think I gotta cut you off there, buddy.” Shining gently put his hoof on Thorax’s forehead, gently pushing him back. “Plenty of time for that during the orgy.”

Thorax took some deep breaths to come to his senses. “I…yeah…whew! Thanks, Shining. Probably would’ve gotten myself out if you didn’t stop me.”

“Heh, don’t mention it. You feel a little better now, though?”

“Mmhm!” Thorax nodded. “Now I kinda wish that Ember could do magic so that we could try that spell out too!”

Inspired, Shining was already immediately conjuring up plans for the next iteration, until his train of thought was interrupted.

“Dude, is Shining showing off his dumb Chastity Shield again?”

Both heads turned to look. “Spike?!”

The dragon smirked as he sauntered over. “Unless he was just tapping out, in which case, I’ll help.”

Shining and Thorax quickly looked at the compromising position they were in before scrambling to stand up straight.

“What, uh…what brings you to the Crystal Empire, Spike?” Thorax asked.

“Eh, got bored,” Spike shrugged. “Wanted to see how Shining was doing. Maybe check up on his plans considering some of mine have been falling through.”

“Yeah, I guess we are kinda getting at that point…” Shining nodded solemnly.

“Almost lost Thorax too, it looked like,” Spike joked, playfully nudging the changeling in the ribs. “C’mon man, who else is gonna do all the weird shit for me?”

Thorax playfully rolled his eyes. “Alright, I’ll stick it out for you, Spike. Though you can’t be mad when everyone’s already lined up to get a piece of me.”

Thorax’s bragging instantly got scoffs and giggles from the other two.

“Yeah, you’re such a stud,” Spike smirked.

“What? I am!” Thorax insisted. “I’m probably the top guy on everyone’s list.”

“I might have believed that if you weren’t thirsting over me a minute ago,” Shining chuckled. “I think that comfortably puts me at the top.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Yeah, for Thorax, maybe. But c’mon, what girl’s gonna resist this dragon bod?” He pounded his chest, snorting out smoke through his nostrils with pride.

Just as they started to argue, Ms. Harshwhinny walked past, looking far more disgruntled than usual.

The three guys exchanged looks, instantly knowing what they needed to do.

“Miss Harshwhinny! Miss Harshwhinny! Miss Harshwhinny!”

The mare turned around, seeing the three pursuing her. It immediately looked to be a pain, but given what happened yesterday, she was willing to entertain the thought.

“Woah, are you alright, Miss Harshwhinny?” Shining asked. “Did something happen at the meeting?”

“Well, I’m quite fine, Mister Armor. Your wife, on the other hoof, might need some help.”

Shining’s eyes widened. “Wait, Cadence? What happened?”

“I’m not sure. We were having a nice, normal meeting until she started moaning and pounding the table like a madmare in heat!” she scoffed. “I don’t know what caused such an outburst of emotion, but it was as if she was pleasuring herself underneath the table.”

Shining tapped his chin. “Huh…why would she…?”

“I’d also love an answer. I’m surprised she didn’t go over the edge with how wild she got.”

As Shining tried to think, Spike stepped in to get the conversation rolling.

“So, Miss Harshwhinny, you’re a smart, talented mare with a keen, discerning eye for talent and skill, right?” he asked, clearly trying to suck up early.

“Yes, what of it, Mister the Dragon?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, considering the orgy’s coming up pretty soon,” Thorax said, tapping his hooves together. “We wanted to hear the opinion from a professional…which of us would you have sex with first?”

“Rather direct, Mister Thorax,” Harshwhinny mused. “Though an interesting proposal, I admit I haven’t given much thought to it, yet. Perhaps you three can sell me on why I should pick you.”

Thorax put a hoof to his chest. “Well, for starters, as a changeling, I can transform myself into whatever you desire. Pony, griffon, dragon, male or female, or even both! Whatever fantasy you have, I can fulfill it!”

Spike bumped Thorax aside. “Yeah, that’s nice. But he may be able to transform into a dragon, but I’ve got way more experience using these things,” he grinned, wiggling and flexing his claws. “Plus, I can do this…” Spike opened his mouth, letting the long, forked tongue roll out. He waggled his eyes as he demonstrated how long and flexible his tongue was.

“Well, I don’t mean to brag…” Shining said. “Buuuut I am the only one out of the three that’s married. And I’m sure that Cadence can easily testify to my abilities in the bedroom. Though I’ve also got a few tricks that keep things spiced up. I always do my best to please her, of course.” He puffed out his chest. “She may be the Princess of Love, but I’m the Prince of Love.”

“Hmm…I see…” Harshwhinny nodded. The three guys looked at her with wide, sparkling eyes as they awaited her judgment.

“I may need a bit more time to think, but the current frontrunner in my mind is Mister Bangs.”

“Wait, WHAT?”

“I am looking forward to the day where you all prove yourselves, though.” Ms. Harshwhinny smirked and walked away, leaving the three in shock.

Tempest went off into the Everfree Forest, as stoic and straight-faced as ever.

The supposed terrors of the forest were nothing to somepony who’s seen nearly everything. After a briefing by Twilight and Fluttershy, somepony was being terrorized by a changeling living there, and she was instructed to make sure they weren’t causing any further trouble.

A simple enough task, at least from how it sounded. Following Fluttershy’s instructions, she made it to the humble forest home.

She didn’t need to investigate further, as the changeling in question threw open the door.

“Let me guess, one of Twilight’s little lackeys,” Chrysalis sneered, baring her fangs.

“And you must be the former queen of the changelings,” Tempest scoffed, stepping forward, undaunted.

Chrysalis licked her lips and grinned, meeting Tempest halfway. “Well then, to what do I owe the pleasure? I can’t imagine many coming here by choice.”

“Just making sure you’re not causing any further trouble,” Tempest said, looking upwards, her breathing still calm and steady despite Chrysalis’s menacing grin.

“Oh please, what could I possibly do that’d be so baaaad?” The sarcasm dripped off Chrysalis’s forked tongue.

“I can think of a few ideas.”

Chrysalis scrunched her muzzle at how unfettered Tempest was. “And what are you going to do? What if I’m feeling particularly naughty today?”

She lifted up Tempest’s chin, but Tempest quickly gripped onto her hoof with a frighteningly strong grip.

“I can think of a few punishments,” Tempest growled, squeezing Chrysalis’s leg tighter.

Chrysalis’s eyes briefly widened as she struggled to try to break free of Tempest’s grip. “...Fine, I’ll try my best to behave.”

Without changing expression, Tempest let go of her hoof.

Chrysalis rubbed her leg to try and ease the pain, still trying to act tough, though with the confrontation over, all it did was make things linger in awkward silence.

“...You’re strong. I’m impressed.”

Tempest finally cracked a smirk. “Hmph, you’re just lucky I didn’t have to wrestle you to the ground.”

“Well, there’s always an opportunity later on, what do you say?” Chrysalis’s tongue licked her sharp fangs.

“Tempting,” Tempest chuckled as she turned around to leave. “But I’m not sure I should be punishing you for good behavior…”

“Oooh, you must be that handsome stallion my friends are talking about!”

Feather Bangs instantly blushed. “Heh, they were calling me handsome?”

“Oh yeah!” Kerfuffle nodded. “After I heard from them what you were doing, I was just waiting for my turn!”

“Well, sorry to keep you waiting,” Feather Bangs chuckled, running a hoof through his mane. “But you should know good things come for those who wait.”

Kerfuffle started giggling and snorting. “Oh gosh, you’re such a charmer! Can I take you home with me?”

“Heh, well I’d be happy to accompany you home! I bet your house is as stylish as you look right now.”

Kerfuffle flailed her hoof, trying to deflect the flattery away. “Ohhh, stop it you!”

“I’m serious! You look really good! I love that fluffy vest you have on!”

“Pssshh, what? This old thing?” Kerfuffle sputtered. “Oh, it’s nothing special, I made this ages ago!”

Feather Bangs’s eyes twinkled. “Wait, YOU made it? That’s even more amazing! You must be really skilled with your hooves to pull all this off.”

Kerfuffle playfully pushed the stallion away. “Quit it, these are just like, old rags I put on!”

“Well, if that’s the case, then maybe you can show me some of your newer stuff at your place?” Feather Bangs waggled his eyebrows. “Or maybe you can make something new instead…”

“Oooh, you sly devil!” Kerfuffle gave Feather Bangs a playful punch on the shoulder. “If ya wanted me to make something for ya, you could’ve just asked!”

“In my defense, you did just spring this information on me very recently,” he chuckled. “It’s not too much trouble, is it? I wouldn’t want to make you work your pretty hooves too hard just for me. Especially when I could be rubbing and kissing them instead.”

“Nuh-uh, mister! You already put the idea in my head!” Kerfuffle giggled. “And I think I have the perfect plan for you!”

“Already? You’re a quick thinker. What is it?”

Kerfuffle turned around to show off her prosthetic. “Easy! You can have something to match with me! I’ve already made some for the other friends I’ve made!”

The shiny golden engravings on Kerfuffle’s leg easily caught Feather Bangs’s attention, as he started picturing himself decked out in all sorts of golden garb. Maybe a chain necklace, or a belt, or some horseshoes…

“Ooh, I bet Tempest and Celaeno are gonna be thrilled to hear about this!”

“Wait, huh?”

Feather Bangs’s fantasy was immediately replaced by flashbacks of their not-so-stellar first encounters.

“Oh yeah, they were the ones who told me about you, doncha know?” she giggled. “This is gonna be so fun! I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they see what I’ve done to you!”

“Uhhh…y-yeah…I can’t either…!”

Author's Note

I just wanted to write "Mister Bangs" again.