Loosen Up

Trotting down the stairs and to the first floor of the Castle of Friendship, Anon slowed and peeked around the corner. Ordinarily speaking, he only had to worry about bumping into Twilight and Spike - unfortunately, that wasn’t currently the case. He held his ground for a moment and flicked his ear down to one end of the expansive hallway then the other, listening for any signs of movement.

As his tail flicked in irritation, moving completely of its own volition, the corners of his lips turned up. He still didn’t understand what had led to him being in Equestria, why he was a stallion, or how he’d adjusted to being a pony as easily as he had, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being a pony. Going to move into the hallway, he froze and glanced to the side when a sudden movement snagged his attention.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized he’d only spotted his reflection in one of the many crystal windows that dotted the castle. While he’d freely admit that it was vain to give himself a moment to appreciate his reflection, the sight of himself - well, his new self, rarely failed to amuse him. While he shifted in place, his eyes wandered over the little green stud on the mirrored surface.

Waking up and learning you were no longer on Earth could be jarring, but discovering your very species had been changed was even worse - at least initially. Gone were the days of being a bipedal, hairless ape known as a man, and they weren’t coming back anytime soon. He could have - would have been excused for having a mental breakdown after arriving in Equestria, although the transition had been shockingly smooth and came with a number of benefits.

For starters, despite being unable to wrap his head around it, he had complete mastery over his body. Fuck if he could comprehend how hooves could be just as dexterous as hands, but he could manipulate and pick up items nearly as well as he used to. While being able to interact with his surroundings was nice, that was only the tip of the iceberg.

Hooves down, the best benefit of his newfound state had been his looks. He was tall, well-built, and apparently exceptionally handsome by pony standards - so much so that Twilight, the very Princess of Friendship herself, had taken him in as her guest. He’d assumed she was just being friendly at first, merely taking pity on him, although he couldn’t have been more wrong.

What began as innocent questioning and chatting between him and Twilight quickly took a decidedly unprofessional turn. Before he knew it, he was sleeping with her, spending nearly every waking moment at her side, and giving her all the intimate hooves-on research she could ever ask for. It came as no shock to anypony when she ultimately made their relationship public, telling everypony that she’d taken him as a coltfriend, yet things were far from perfect.

Before long, a problem reared its adorable head. Nopony took offense with Anon dating Twilight - hell, all of her friends and her fellow Princesses were elated that she’d found a special somepony for herself, but that didn’t mean he got to live on easy street. While it was true that he would never have to worry about work, got all the regal, juicy horse pussy he could ever want, and that he lived in a world filled with literal magic, there was a fly in the ointment - a fly that was lurking somewhere in the castle.

Shaking and clearing his head, he sneaked down the corridor and to the living room. Given that he hadn’t heard or seen anypony since he’d gotten up, luck may have been with him. His days typically began with cuddling Twilight in bed, and she served as a deterrent for his not-so-little issue as long as she was around - alas, his loving marefriend wasn’t around to protect him.

Princesses had duties that they needed to attend to, ranging from protecting the world to attending formal ceremonies, and Twilight was no exception. Having traveled off to Yakyakistan with Spike for the better part of a month, she’d reluctantly left Anon to his lonesome to mind the castle, handle any correspondence, and to avoid questions from Prince Rutherford about her newfound, formerly alien lover. She shouldn’t have had anything to worry about, what with leaving her coltfriend a stocked larder and plenty of bits to entertain himself, although she’d failed to account for one of the only ponies on the planet who had open access to her home.

Anon slowed, peeked into the foyer, and smirked. He could have spent the entire day in his fortress of solitude, his name for a spare room that he’d taken as a study and stallion cave, but that would get boring quickly - that and he’d been expecting a delivery. Ponyville was a pretty nice little town, although it lacked one of the few things he’d grown quite fond of in Equestria.

“Heck yeah,” he softly said to himself as he trotted over and picked up a small package from beneath the mail slot on the front door.

Comics - he’d always loved comics, and the ones in Equestria were pretty darn good. Power Ponies, the Marshal Mare, and The Adventures of Daring Do were some of his favorite publications, even if he had to mail-order them. Gingerly clamping his jaws on the reinforced envelope, he cantered off to the den to make himself comfortable.

Maybe he’d been stressing himself out for nothing. For all he knew, he might have had the castle for himself - sure, he could go and check all of the guest suites to make sure, but he couldn’t be bothered with all that. Casting himself on the sofa, he tore the package’s top open, turned it over, and dumped the contents onto his chest.

He smiled all the broader as he lifted one of the comics. “Aw yeah…”

Yeah - yeah, he’d probably worked himself up for nothing. There was a damn good chance that his visitor had departed at some point that morning, was out seeing friends, went out to get something to eat - in any case, he had some much-needed time for himself. Just as he lifted and opened one issue, having pulled a cushion under his head, the sound of approaching hooffalls crept to his ears.

Panic and indecision instantly seized him. A part of him wanted to run away, if only to avoid what would surely be yet another awkward interaction, yet he was compelled to stay. Knitting his brow and expectantly glaring at the doorway. Great - fan-fucking-tastic, he’d lulled himself into a sense of false security, and now he was going to have to deal with.

“Morning!” Shining Armor exclaimed, strutting in with a spring in his step. “I didn’t think you’d be up so early!”

Leering over at the stallion, Anon snorted. “It’s almost noon…”

“Still technically morning,” Shining cheerfully countered. “I’d ask if you want to get some breakfast with me, but I’m so sweaty,” he lamented, turning and pawing at his glistening flank. “Just wait right here,” he continued, giving Anon no time to reply, “I’m gonna go take a shower real quick.”

Anon lifted a hoof to tell Shining he wasn’t interested, but the unicorn wheeled around and cantered away before he could say a thing. Damn it - of course he’d been wrong. Draping the comic he’d been holding over his face, he groaned.

Anypony would have considered themselves lucky to have a friend like Shining, but he wasn’t just anypony. The little unicorn was kind-hearted, noble, and a hero in his own right - nevertheless, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something up with the young Prince. He closed his eyes and steadily exhaled as the vision of the stallion’s backside traipsed through his mind.

Stallions came in all sorts of shapes and sizes, ranging from the big and buff to the small and scrawny, although Shining’s figure was a bit unique. Short and with a relatively unimpressive build, he had a slender waist, thick thighs, and a caboose that would make most mares envious - on top of that, he even sounded cute. How he’d managed to woo Princess Cadance and start a family was a mystery for the ages, because he didn’t look or act like he had a straight bone in his body.

The good news was that Anon was in a happy relationship with Shining’s sister, Twilight Sparkle, and that he’d never once considered fooling around with another guy - the bad news was that he’d found himself eyeing the shapely Prince with less than wholesome intent. Grappling with his sexuality and the unwanted thoughts of a comely stallion would have been vexing enough in and of themselves, although his lover, the mare he’d grown quite fond of, had only made his predicament worse.

When he’d tactfully broached the subject with Twilight, speaking vaguely and using what-ifs to avoid getting himself into trouble, she’d condoned him fooling around with a stallion. According to her, as unbelievable as it was, she was totally and completely cool with him broadening his sexual horizons - in fact, she’d teased him by asking if there was some sultry little femcolt that had caught his eye. As dubiously endearing as it was to have a marefriend who was turned on by the idea of him getting busy with another stallion, there was no way - no fucking way he was going to spill the beans and tell her that it was her brother who’d been oggling him since first laying eyes on him.

Anon went to ease himself down from the sofa, fully prepared to seek refuge in his room, and paused. No, screw that. This may not have been his castle, but he was the king of it. He hadn’t run away from anypony, be they pony or otherwise, and he’d be damned if he was going to tuck his tail and flee from a stallion who was half his size. Kicking his hind legs out, he gave an indignant grunt and went back to reading his comic.

If or when Shining asked if he’d want to get something to eat, he’d politely refuse. Should he find himself being propositioned to go out or do anything with the shapely little femcolt, he would abstain. It may not have been terribly exciting, but he was going to enjoy his comics, lounge his day away, and shrug off any advances from his guest.

It took several minutes before Shining’s inevitable return, yet he trotted in just like he’d promised. “Wew - I tell ya, nothing beats a hot shower after a long, refreshing canter around town.”

“Surprised you don’t go to a gym,” Anon huffed without looking over.

The less attention he paid Shining, the better off he’d be in the long run. It was a little rude to give somepony the cold shoulder, but it was the only reasonable thing he could think to do. He couldn’t justify telling the Prince off, and he sure as shit wasn’t going to leave, so being terse and throwing some subtle shade seemed like the best option.

Trotting closer, Shining giggled. “I do go to the gym, but I’ve always been more of a cardio bunny. All those heavy weights and complicated machines - Ugh - no thank you!”

“Good for you,” Anon grumbled.

Sweet Celestia - this had to be some sort of a cosmic joke. Princess Cadance, Shining’s wife and mother of his heir, was one of the hottest pieces of ass on the planet, yet she’d settled for one of, if not the fruitiest stallion in all of Equestria. He wasn’t about to judge a mare for their preferences, but come on! There were plenty of studs, actual studs out in the world, and a good many of them would kill to have an alicorn as a lover - he’d know, he’d been lucky enough to get scooped up by one of the nigh-immortal demigod horse rulers himself!

Hearing Shining moving about, he turned. “Hey, if you’re…”

As he looked to the side, the words died in his throat. He hadn’t so much as glanced in Shining’s direction beforehoof, and he wished it had stayed that way. With his forehooves outstretched and back arched, the femcolt gave a soft, feminine sigh while he struck a pose over the rug.

“If you’re…?” Shining let the question hang while he peeked back and over his shoulder.

Anon’s jaw went slack and his heart skipped a beat. Shining was like most ponies, traipsing about in the buff ninety-nine percent of the time, although that wasn’t the case this particular morning. Having his mane done up in a pair of stylish pigtails, replete with a big pink bow, would have been bizarre, yet the slatternly stallion’s shamelessness didn’t end there.

Adorned in a pair of neon pink booty shorts and a turquoise top, Shining wouldn’t have looked out of place on a porn set. Why the hell was he wearing sports gear after taking a shower? What was the point of something that could only be described as a sports bra if ponies didn’t have breasts on their chests? Did Shining have the slightest idea of how slutty he looked? In spite of all the questions assailing Anon, a startling realization snapped him from his stupor - he was getting hard.

Hastily twisting away and clamping his thighs over his package, he grimaced. “If you’re going to make a bunch of noise, go somewhere else.”

“I’ll be quiet, I promise,” Shining insisted. “It’s just so quiet in this big old castle. Honestly, I don’t see how you can stand being here all by yourself.”

Anon didn’t respond - instead, he held up his comic and attempted to distract himself. He hated himself for it, shouldering the blame purely on his id, but not looking over at Shining was an onerous task. There was something paradoxically provocative about a pony wearing clothes, and the svelte little Prince was far from an exception to that mind-bending fact.

“Aaaaahn…”

Scowling, Anon set his jaw.

“Mmmmmph…”

His ear flicked over to the source of the unseemly noise.

“Just gotta…Oh buck…”

“What?!” Anon barked, all but throwing the comic and flipping off the sofa. “What the hell are…”

For the second time in short order, Anon was rendered mute. His throat constricted, his mouth went dry, and his mind went blank. He’d simply been curious about what Shining was doing, why the stallion was making such questionable noises, and he’d gotten his answer. Lying on his back and holding one hind leg, the femcolt hauled his lower limb up and toward his head.

Shining peered over with a startled expression, though he didn’t budge from the compromising position. “What? It’s important to stretch after a workout! Wouldn’t want to get crampy or achy ~ would we?”

“I…” Anon gulped. “I’m gonna go get a drink…”

While he was still determined to assert his dominance over what he considered his dominion, a tactical withdrawal was warranted - anyway, that’s what he told himself. It was a bit awkward to scamper out so abruptly, although he had no choice in the matter. Rushing out into the hallway, he kept his tail pinned and hooves metaphorically crossed that Shining hadn’t seen the long, rapidly hardening length dangling beneath him.

He broke into a gallop as soon as he was in the hallway. This was bad - this was really fucking bad. His higher functions may not have wanted anything to do with another stallion, but his subconscious sure as shit must have ~ how else was he supposed to explain getting wood from looking at Shining? Glancing over his shoulder to ensure he wasn’t being followed, he made a hard left and charged into the first restroom he came across.

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath. With his chest heaving and heart racing, he lifted his head and sneered at himself in the mirror. “C’mon, you’re better than this.”

His turgid dick said otherwise, twitching and bobbing in tune with his thundering heart. Setting his brow, he growled. He’d dealt with Shining plenty of times before, and this wasn’t going to be any different. All he had to do was get his shit together, calm down, and go back to the den so he could read his comics while ignoring a femcolt with skin-tight shorts, plump thighs, and fat, fuckable - No!

Slamming a hoof against the sink, he clamped his eyes shut. No - no, no, no, no, no! Ugly old school marms, bridge trolls, that neighbor he used to have who was too dumb or deluded to understand her attire was several sizes too small, something - anything that was repulsive would work to keep his mind from straying into lecherous waters. As he filled his head with the most repugnant material available, his endowment withered under the abhorrent assault.

He slowly exhaled, controlling his breathing and reining himself back in. Yeah, he could do this - he could definitely do this. It was only going to be a few days until Twilight got back, he had a few Play Colt magazines and a bottle of lube to help him blow off steam, and it wasn’t like Shining could stay there much longer - for fuck’s sake, he’s spent the last three nights already! With a wife and foal to get back to, the Prince had to be headed home soon ~ right?

With a steeled resolve and figuratively girded loins, he threw the door open and stormed back into the corridor. He didn’t know if Shining was still in the living room, nor did he particularly care. Regardless of whom or what was waiting for him, he was fully prepared to enjoy his day without any seductive - no, totally not alluring distractions.

“Where’s your drink?” a voice inquired.

Reflexively lifting his head, Anon tripped over his hooves and face-planted as he trotted into the den. Shining hadn’t gone far, regrettably, although he had changed positions. Instead of lying supine, the femcolt’s ass was raised while his flat, featureless chest was pressed to the ground.

The pose known as downward dog, if Anon’s memory served correctly, was an actual yoga stance - that being said, its legitimacy was outweighed by just how licentious it was. His immaculate view of Shining’s sumptuous backside was enhanced by the femcolt’s choice of attire. Going rigid in more ways than one, he watched as the pair of boyshorts virtually disappeared into the Prince’s tush.

“Stupid - Grr,” Shining groused, reaching back in a fruitless effort to fix what had effectively become his thong. “A…Anon, little help?”

Anon blinked and was wrenched back to the present. It had been a simple request, and could be done with nothing more than a flick of a forehoof, yet it was a deathly trap. Fixing Shining’s hot pants would mean having to touch the Prince, and the mere prospect of touching those doughy, alabaster cheeks sent a shiver up his spine.

Trotting by and back to the sofa, he seated himself and reclined. “You got it - besides, I’d hate to interrupt your routine.”

“Fine,” Shining whined.

Having reclaimed the couch, Anon situated himself in such a way as to both partially conceal his nethers and avoid gazing at Shining’s rump while silently picking up where he’d left off with his comic. It helped that the issue was a particularly good one, picking up from a cliffhanger from the last volume, and he quickly forgot about his company. As he turned from one page to another, scanning over every panel, a dull thud sundered his concentration.

“You ok?” he grunted.

“Ugh - no!” Shining protested. “Anon, really, would you mind…?”

Anon knew he shouldn’t look, that this could be a trick, but he did so anyway. “Mind with what?”

“Can you hold my hind hooves down?” Shining murmured.

Peering over at the stallion, Anon was genuinely impressed by just how flexible Shining was. A pony's anatomy was a departure from a human’s, yet the Prince had somehow managed to assume a bridge position that most people would struggle with. Rolling from the sofa, he begrudgingly trotted to the room’s center.

“Yeah, just hold them,” Shining stated as he bent himself backwards. “Without a yoga mat, I don’t want to hurt my tooshie.”

“Uh-huh,” Anon muttered.

He was thankful that he wasn’t presented with Shining’s flanks or rear, although a small - and he did mean small complication quickly made itself known. Effectively towering over Shining’s hips, he glanced down, did a double-take, and squinted. The Prince was a stallion, he was certain of that, yet there was only the tiniest bulge within the unicorn’s shorts.

Holding the pose, Shining slowly exhaled. “New cage.”

“I ~ what?” Anon croaked, looking over and seeing Shining watching his face.

“New cage,” Shining coolly repeated. “Cadance got it for me before -”

“H…hang on a second,” Anon stammered as he backed away and looked between Shinining’s face and nethers. “Cage - like a chastity cage?”

“Mm-hmm,” Shining hummed. Flopping down to his side, he flippantly pulled the crotch of his shorts aside to unveil his goods. “See! It’s super snug, but I kinda like how comfy it is.”

Anon had seen a lot of weird shit in his day, but the nearly microscopic prison locked to Shining’s junk was a first. With a flat cap and silvery ring, the contraption was affixed to the femcolt’s goods with a locking mechanism. He’s always assumed that the Prince wasn’t packing much heat, considering it was hard not to see a stallion’s equipment from time to time, but the dainty little coin purse and confined colthood were positively diminutive.

“Wanna touch it?” Shining tittered while running a forehoof over the metal cage. Just as Anon’s mouth opened, he laughed and batted his hoof. “I’m just playing, Anon! I know you wouldn’t want anything to do with that.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Anon chuckled. Though he played the little exchange off as a joke, he prayed Shining wouldn’t notice a cold bead of sweat rolling down his brow. He swore he wasn’t into stallions, but the idea that somepony was so submissive that they’d literally lock their endowment away was profoundly hot.

“So - uh - Cadance put you in that?” he asked, genuinely curious.

Shaking his head, Shining rolled onto his back and began fiddling with his waistband. “Nah. She got me this one, but it’s not like she makes me wear it or anything.”

Anon quirked a brow, more confused than ever. “And you like wearing it?”

“Oh yeah,” Shining moaned while visibly shivering. “I only take it off when Cadance wants me to take it off - outside of that, we just sort of do our own thing.”

“Own thing?” Anon parroted. “Like you two are in an open relationship or something?”

Winking over at him, Shining wiggled his hips. “You got it! There are a few royal guards she likes to fool around with, but I’ve had my eyes on somepony special for quite a while…”

As Shining lifted his hind legs into the air and gradually removed his shorts, unveiling his snow-white tush, Anon licked his lips. “R…really?”

“Sure have,” Shining replied. “Anon, since you’re here, are you sure you don’t want to give me a good, super deep stretch…?”

Anon had always assumed that one ass was pretty much the same as another, that there could only be so much difference between ponies’ holes, but he’d been wrong - exquisitely wrong. No sooner did Shining kick his shorts free, lower his forehooves, and prize his buns apart than his eyes widened in wonder. Instead of a taut, crater-like backdoor nestled between the Prince’s cheeks, there was a succulent, glistening donut of flesh.

“Don’t worry, she’s squeaky clean and all ready for you,” Shining purred. “All she needs is some hot, thick glaze.”

The brazen remark and winking pucker dealt a ruinous blow to Anon’s self-restraint, but there was another, far more insidious element at play that threatened to break him. Of all the perverted things he’d done over the years, there was one act that had always eluded him - anal. Twilight was dead-set against anything more than getting her hind quarters squeezed, expressly telling him that her butt was exit only, and yet her brother was practically begging him to plunder his booty.

“I - h…hang on,” Anon coughed while pinching the bridge of his snout. “So Cadance wouldn’t care about any of this?”

“Nnnnnnnnnope,” Shining chirped.

Still very much on the fence, Anon shied back. “But Twilight would -”

“Twilight knows,” Shining interjected. Seeing a shocked look cross Anon’s face, he grinned from ear to ear. “Why do you think she didn’t bring you to Yakyakistan? She thought we could both have a little fun together…”

The revelation was mind-bending, although it wasn’t inconceivable. Ponies were pretty relaxed when it came to sex, more so than most humans, and he could see Twilight conspiring with Shining about such a sinful ploy. While his libido steadily overtook his better judgment, Shining stirred.

“Anon,” Shining cooed. As Anon opened his eyes and looked over, he sensually leaned forward, braced his hind legs, and flagged his tail. “I won’t tell anypony if you won’t…”

There was only so much temptation anypony could endure - for Anon, that line was breached when he saw Shining presenting himself like a drunken frat girl. His pride pleaded for him not to do anything, that getting some ass wasn’t worth forsaking his straight card, yet the most primal, hedonistic portions of his brain demanded he act. He took a timid step forward, followed by a second and third, until his muzzle hovered mere hair’s breadth from the most beautiful tush he’d ever seen.

Drawing a breath through his nose, he shuddered. The aroma that accosted him was divine, like an odd cocktail of coconut, vanilla, and a hint of musk, and it was the final nail in his coffin. Lifting one forehoof and grabbing Shining’s flank, he shot forward and buried his muzzle in the femcolt’s backside.

Shining squealed with delight and bucked back against his face, yet he paid the triumphant noises little. Running his tongue upward and over the Prince’s taint, he brought his lips to the heavenly pucker that had broken him. As he succumbed to his urges, his mind went blank.

He’d always wanted to eat somepony’s ass, getting off to the fantasy ever since he’d acclimated to being in Equestria, and the experience did not disappoint. Groaning into Shining’s rump, he licked and suckled upon the engorged rim of velvety flesh. He had no way of knowing if the Prince had used some sort of flavored lube on himself or if the exotic tastes dancing over his palate were natural - either way, he felt like a lucky colt on prom night.

Emboldened and fueled by lust, he drove his snout into Shining. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that the Prince was very experienced with anal, given the sheer size and elasticity of his hole, but he was going to put that to the test. After all the torment he’d endured, the persistent flirting and teasing, it was time for some payback.

The taboo of feasting on somepony’s rump was magnified by the fact that the pony in question was a stallion, although that barely registered at this point. For all intents and purposes, he was going to town on a mare.

Clenching around his muzzle, Shining was anything but distressed by the atypical intrusion. He may regret this later, but fuck if it wasn’t the hottest thing he’d done in ages - possibly ever. There he was, a strong, healthy stallion in his prime, making a Prince mewl and quake just from a rim-job! Flexing his groin and smacking his dick against his belly, he growled and sank his face deeper.

“A…Anon,” Shining whimpered, “d…don’t be so rough!”

Anon withdrew in an instant, licked his chops, and gave the Prince’s ass a heavy-hoofed smack. “You asked for it, so you’re going to get it.”

Gnawing his bottom lip, Shining peeked back at him. “O….okay, daddy.”

In that moment, hearing that singular word, something short circuited in Anon’s brain. Daddy? He wasn’t a daddy, and he had no plans on being a daddy anytime soon, yet the title doused the fires of his passion with jet fuel. Whether or not he’d spontaneously developed a new fetish or if Shining had inadvertently tapped into a latent interest of his was anypony’s guess - regardless, there was nothing he could do to save himself.

Seizing hold of Shining’s hips, he flipped the Prince over and drove him up and onto his shoulders. They’d be doing much more than oral, he’d bet every bit he owned on that, although there was no need to rush things. Shining had wanted this, to be lewdly bullied by a real stallion, and that’s what he was going to get.

Shining wriggled about uselessly while he was essentially held upside down. Cracking one eye open, Anon faltered. In his haste to manhandle the Prince, he’d nearly forgotten that he was fooling around with a stallion - something that became painfully evident when he spied the little pair of balls and chast, drooling colthood a scant few inches before him.

There’d been a time when the sight of dude’s package would have been sobering, although he’d passed it some time ago. Balancing on his hind legs, he ravished Shining with everything he had. While he’d only intended to serve his bestial desires, the ecstatic and sinful noises the Prince was making led him to believe he wasn’t the only pony enjoying himself.

Seconds passed and Anon flew into a frenzy, denying himself the inevitable for as long as he could, until Shining howled out. Sensing the pucker spasm around his tongue, he watched as thin, watery ropes of jizz shot from the femcolt’s cage. He’d heard that there were stallions who could get off from anal alone, yet seeing somepony blow a load just from rimming was almost unbelievable.

“J…just gimme a second,” Shining rasped as he held his forelegs together to make the timeout sign.

Anon winced - not because the sight of a quivering, slickened hole displeased him, but because he was so hard that it genuinely hurt. He’d been worked up more times than he could count throughout his life, although this was the only time that he’d become so aroused that it was physically uncomfortable. Musing on how he could gaslight himself to salvage his heterosexuality, he was hit with an idea.

While he might not be able to pull off the mental gymnastics to say he was completely straight anymore, there was a different type of exercise he could capitalize on. Seeing as how Shining asked for a bit of help, it was his right - no, his privilege to oblige his friend. Lowering the femcolt while he rose to his full height, he kissed the tip of his stallionhood to the Prince’s entrance.

Fuck it - after everything he’d done and all the stuff he’d endured, there was no point in beating around the bush. At best, he’d be able to block this out and deny it had ever happened - at worst, he’d suffer from an identity crisis. No matter how things eventually played out, he was sure of one thing - he was going to get his dick wet.

Driving his hips forward, he buried his length into Shining. The sensation was staggering, similar to vaginal but different, and it gave him a moment for pause. Holy hell ~ is this what he’d been missing out on? As his eyes settled on the Prince’s stuffed hole, a smile split his muzzle.

He rolled his hips back, freed a portion of his shaft, and set to fucking the femcolt. This - this was incredible and far better than he ever would have guessed! Irrespective of the glaring fact that his cock was lodged in a stallion’s backside, the hot, velvety depths embracing his cock were beyond reproach.

“A…angle up a bit,” Shining rasped.

Doing as he’d been asked, Anon was rewarded with a marish moan. The downright godly dick-milking he was getting would have brought any stallion to their knees, but knowing he was making Shining feel good was the icing on the cake. Pushed well beyond the threshold of what he could withstand, and feeling as though he was teetering on the brink of madness, he caved under the debilitating weight of his desires.

He wouldn’t have thought he’d end up plowing anypony in such a strange position that day - then again, he hadn’t thought he’d ever end up balls-deep in a stallion either. Pounding away with reckless abandon, he continually shifted his focus between Shining’s face, battered hole, and pint-sized package. It wasn’t until the femcolt brayed out and climaxed a second time that he realized he was approaching his limit at an alarming rate.

Through sheer willpower alone, he forced himself to slow. There wouldn’t have been a damn thing wrong with pumping a load into Shining’s ass, not for the least of which reasons being he’d already given the Prince two orgasms, although he wanted to test himself. Silly though it was, the notion of fucking the cum out of somepony was far, far hotter than it had any right to be.

Shining pursed his lips and gazed up at him, sensing the relaxed pace. “Want me to ride you?”

“I…” Anon trailed off, momentarily torn between staying where he was and switching things up. “Sure, why not.”

“Ok, lay down for me,” Shining softly instructed.

Backing away and hauling his dick free, Anon rolled onto his back. Since cowgirl, be it the ordinary or reverse variety, was one of his favorite reasons, he had no reason not to do some of the work. As he slipped his forehooves under his head and made himself comfortable, the svelte Prince stepped over him.

The second Shining got into position, gradually sinking into a squat, he was stricken with divine inspiration. He shifted quickly, planting his back hooves and driving his hips upward. Was it slightly cruel to startle the femcolt with such a merciless thrust? Perhaps. Did he feel bad about it? Not in the slightest.

To Shining’s credit, taking only a fleeting second to compose himself, he fought back with a shocking amount of amorous might. As he threw his ass down to meet Anon’s plunges, his rapturous wails echoed throughout the chamber. For somepony of his size, build, and submissive disposition, his amorous skill and zeal left nothing to be desired.

The scent of sweat and sex clung to Anon’s nostrils, his heart pounded in his chest, and the sinful symphony of his dull, heavy breaths mingling with Shining’s effeminate mewling would have made a whore blush. He tried to hold on, fighting against the tide of unimaginable pleasure that threatened to crush him, but it was no use. After what felt like a small eternity, and earning himself a third climax from the Prince impaled on his cock, the dam burst.

He grabbed Shining’s hips, hauled him downward, and gave a roar of conquest as he crossed the finish line. His stallionhood throbbed wildly, pumping shot after seething shot of his essence into his lover, while his flare ensured every drop of his seed was deposited as deeply as possible. The climax was singular, one of the most potent he’d ever experienced, and it sapped him of his strength.

Going limp, he let his limbs fall slack to the floor. Shining was no better off, having cum right alongside him, before collapsing onto his chest. He felt good - actually, he felt way better than good, and he couldn’t stop an idiotic smile from playing across his face. As he lifted a foreleg and threw it over Shining’s back, he peered down and found a pair of sapphires peeking up at him.

Shining gazed into his eyes, drew himself closer, and locked lips with him. Well, shit - if fucking a stallion’s ass didn’t make him at least slightly gay, making out with one sure as shit did. Too weary to protest, and lost to the euphoric afterglow of a damn good nut, he wormed his tongue into the Prince’s muzzle and gave a weak growl.

Only eventually breaking the kiss, Shining snickered and clamped down around his softening length. “Wanna take a shower, stud?”

“Y…yeah,” Anon whispered, instantly breaking eye contact yet continuing to stroke the femcolt’s lower back.

To say he was embarrassed would be an understatement - still, his smile persisted. Twilight wouldn’t care about what he’d done, apparently Cadance was well-aware that Shining was trying to seduce him, and it wasn’t like he was the first stallion who’d ended up questioning their sexuality. Kicking off with one hind leg and rolling onto his lover, he darted in and went for a second kiss. On the bright side, if and when Twilight did have to leave him for official business, now he’d have a friend with benefits to keep him company…