Closing the door behind him, Shining unbuttoned his shirt and gradually stripped out of his clothes. On any other day, Cadance, Celestia, or both would have been in the room to greet him and help him get out of his stifling uniform - regrettably, that wasn’t the case. With the Princesses away in Canterlot, tending to some delegation from Griffonstone, he was left to his lonesome to tend to the castle and the Crystal Empire.

He slowed by the vanity to wriggle out of his pants. Darn clothes - ever since he’d ended up with a duo of deliciously curvaceous alicorns to tend to, his life had gotten a lot more complicated. Most of the changes he’d adapted to were fantastic - heck, better than fantastic, having a pair of foals on the way and better sex than most stallions could ever dare to dream of, yet there were a few niggly drawbacks.

Hearing a seam on his slacks pop, he snorted and rolled his eyes. Fantastic - he’d ruined a second pair of slacks in less than a week. While he’d initially thought that having a pair of lovers had boosted his virility, particularly because one was the Princess of Love, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more at play. His frame had grown considerably, he both looked and felt younger than ever, and his stallionhood - well, his stallionhood was an issue in and of itself.

While he watched the titanic length that was his endowment swell and twitch at his groin, his thoughts darkened slightly. As much as he loved being exquisitely well-hung, being able to satiate Cadance and Celestia with ease, the cost to his wardrobe was not insignificant. Even if he didn’t end up getting any bigger, he was probably going to have to pay Rarity a visit so he could order some attire that could accommodate his gifted size.

On top of his lack of any meaningful relief, something was wrong with him; he’d initially thought he was just lonely, having grown spoiled by having a pair of magnificent mares at his beck and call at a moment’s notice, but there may have been something more to it. It was like he’d been suffering from a mental fog since Cadance and Celestia had left.

Shortly after his lovers had departed, a lethargy had settled over him. Nothing he’d tried, including pulling extra hours with the guard or busying himself in the castle, had helped - in fact, his predicament had only grown worse. As he lowered a hand and idly stroked his shaft, his eyes drifted closed.

He was probably just lonely - lonely and horny. Cadance was an amazing wife, never failing to tend to his needs, but having Celestia around had really upped his sex drive. Both of the Princesses were practically insatiable, requiring his affection on a regular basis, and he’d simply adapted to serving them - yeah, that had to be what had him out of sorts. Without a lover to fall asleep with and wake up to, anypony would be feeling off - that made sense.

He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, annoyed with the development and frustrated that he had no way to get any relief - sure, his hands were always an option, but jacking off felt downright lackluster compared to sinking his length into the balmy, velvety depths of either of his lovers. Marching to and into the bathroom, hoping a cool shower might clear his head, he slowed when he caught his reflection in the mirror above the sink.

Though he’d always considered himself a humble stallion, enjoying his time with the troops and the citizenry at large, he had to admit that he looked good - darn good. His physique was nothing short of adonic, the sort of figure that a stallion could only attain from a lifetime of dedicated time in a gym, and the sight of it brought a smirk to his muzzle. Flexing his arms and pecks, he chuckled and continued on his way.

He may have had it kinda rough, but he knew good and gosh darn well that Cadance and Celestia were as bad off or worse than him. Going for even a single day without his intimate company would drive either of the mares up a wall with desire, reducing them from regal Princess to lust-crazed beasts, so he couldn’t imagine how they were managing to get by. Maybe they were keeping one another preoccupied, or perhaps they’d grown so desperate that they’d ask Twilight for a bit of magical relief - either way, as soon as they got home, he felt reasonably sure that they were going to jump his bones.

Having set the water in the tub to warm, he stepped into the basin and beneath the running showerhead. Irrespective of his troubles, there were few things more refreshing than a long, relaxing wash after a long day - even if that long day would ultimately end with him in bed by himself. As he grabbed a bottle of shampoo to lather his mane, his mind wandered.

At the rate he, Cadance, and Celestia were going, there was a very real possibility that they were going to need to convert several guest rooms in the castle into nurseries. It was a bit funny - years prior, before Flurry had come into his life, he’d been terrified at the prospect of being a father, but his stance had changed on that matter. If his lovers wanted more foals, and he had no reason to presume the nigh-immortal alicorns wouldn’t, he’d be more than happy to fulfill his role.

He went motionless and blindly turned his head toward the door as a noise crept to his ear. It was hard to tell what he’d heard, but it sounded like a door had just closed from within his bedchamber. Rinsing off and wiping his face, he wiped a hand along the steamy glass partition of his tub.

“Hello?”

Waiting for a response that didn’t come, he pursed his lips. Maybe he’d been hearing things - if he hadn’t, there was a chance that one of the castle’s staff or a guard had merely left a message for him. Thinking nothing of the matter, knowing the worst he’d have to deal with was a small interruption, he lazily continued his shower.

Even moving at a leisurely pace, taking his time and enjoying himself, it didn’t take him long to get cleaned up and toweled off. Without his paramours to keep him company, what remained of his evening was completely and totally free. Musing on if he should go out to eat or simply order a meal delivered to the royal suite, he traipsed out of the bathroom.

“Hello, lover,” a lilting voice softly breathed.

Shining faltered and his eyes shot to the bed. Atop the mattress, resting on her side in what he could only describe as a provocative pose, was Cadance. Her heavily-lidded eyes dance up and down his naked body, a sinful smirk graced her muzzle, and a throaty, sensual hum escaped her. Stumbling upon his wife was nothing new - in fact, he’d done it more times than he could possibly count, although there was something particularly off about her.

Making no move to cover himself, he squinted over at her. She looked as phenomenal as ever, a veritable bombshell of a mare, although she was no longer gravid. With a slim waist, utterly gargantuan breasts, and foal-bearing hips that would tempt even the most devout husband to sin, she appeared anything but pregnant.

She moved slowly, lifting and bending one leg to shamelessly reveal her nethers. “Something wrong, Shiny? You look tense…”

Tense was one way to describe how Shining was feeling, although not in a metaphorical sense. The sight of his wife laid out, clutching one monumental bosom while languidly caressing her plump, succulent marehood sent blood coursing to his loins. He presumed that this was some minor cantrip, a spell to make her appear as though she wasn’t pregnant, because the sheer nightie covering her left nothing whatsoever to the imagination.

“Can you really blame me for excusing myself?” she sighed while shamelessly playing with herself. “Those talks with the griffons are so dreadfully dull. I’m sure everypony, including Celestia and that sister of yours, will forgive me for coming to check on my big, virile hubby ~ wouldn’t you say?”

Shining licked his lips and inched toward the bed. “I…I don’t see why they wouldn’t…”

“Exactly,” she hissed and shivered as her fingers danced over her winking clit. “Simply thinking about you through those boring talks was enough to get me distracted - see…”

Turning his eyes to her marehood, he licked his lips. The chances of her getting in trouble for briefly shirking her royal duties were slim, he hadn’t gotten laid in the better part of a week, and it wasn’t like anypony would give him or his wife flak for indulging themselves with one another - besides, a quickie wouldn’t take too long. Casting his inhibitions to the wind, he scampered to the bed.

“Ah ah -” she tutted, stopping him before he could dive between her parted thighs, “allow me to warm you up first.”

He gave a small shrug, knelt on the mattress, and laughed. “Won’t hear me complain about that.”

Turning and getting onto her hands and knees, her breasts hanging heavily and weighing heavily upon the sheets, she made room on the center of the bed. “By all means, make yourself comfortable, darling.”

“If you insist,” he purred. Caressing her cheek as he passed her, he rolled onto his back and slipped his hands behind his head. “Somepony’s feeling affectionate.”

“You have no idea,” she pouted as she crawled over his outstretched legs. Lowering her head, she buried her snout in his balls, drew a deep breath through her nose, and groaned. “I’ve missed this…”

Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. “It hasn’t been that long, but I’ve missed you too.”

“Oh I’m sure you have, more than you can possibly imagine,” she murmured.

Keeping herself propped up on one arm, she lazily stroked him off with her free hand while licking and kissing his immense coin purse. He’d secretly hoped that something like this would happen, keeping his fingers crossed that she or Celestia would fold and spontaneously pay him a visit, and he was overjoyed that his wish had been fulfilled. Was it silly that he’d wanted either of the Princesses to come see him? Yes, admittedly, but that wasn’t wholly his fault.

Closing his eyes and savoring her affection, he relished the feeling of her warm, wet tongue gradually moving up the underside of his shaft. Cadance and Celestia had spoiled him, there was no simpler way to say it, and he wouldn’t deny he’d grown quite fond of their monstrous libidos. As far as he was concerned, having not one but two goddesses at his beck and call, he was the luckiest stallion on the planet.

She moved silently, save for the occasional groan or contented sigh, until she pushed herself up and reached the top of his enormous shaft. Peeking down at her with a single eye, he watched as she virtually inhaled his prodigious length. The sensation of her snug gullet was divine, better than he remembered it being, and it caused him to stifle a moan of his own.

Watching his stallionhood disappear into her face while she lowered her head, he fought the urge to buck his hips. “Just don’t tell Cele you snuck away to visit me - she might get jealous.”

Unable to speak, Cadance winked up at him before fully hilting him in her snout. It may have - no, it had to be his brain playing tricks on him, but this felt different. Her throat was tighter, her technique wasn’t exactly the same as it usually was, and there was something odd about her he couldn’t put his finger on. Dismissing his concerns, he reached up to pull a pillow under his head.

Cadance was even more fervent than ever, swabbing her throat with his girthy cock while clutching and kneading one udder. The meeting she’d been stuck at really must have been mind numbing, because she hadn’t been this enthusiastic to choke on his dick in - well, he couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this enthusiastic! Seeing no reason not to give her what she wanted, he lifted his legs, planted his feet, and started lightly thrusting into her muzzle.

Her eyes rolled, her nostrils flared, and he’d bet every bit in the royal coffers that she was positively drenched - in short, his efforts were immediately rewarded. Though he couldn’t say what had gotten into her, excluding his tool, he wasn’t about to question what had her so worked up. If she wanted to gag on him before presumably getting down to business, that was a-ok in his book!

Withdrawing slightly, she focused her efforts on the tip of his shaft while bringing her hand to the base of his length. Ok, yeah, this was unlike her. Normally, she’d rub herself as she blew him, if she wasn’t giving him a tit-job, but now she was putting all of her attention on him. Confused but amused, he snickered.

“Feeling extra thirsty ~ eh?” he quipped.

She freed her muzzle with a soft pop, swallowed a mouthful of his pre-cum, and licked her chops. “You have no idea…”

Giving him no time to say or do anything whatsoever, she set herself upon him with renewed vigor. Jeez - he almost felt bad for her. Between her unfamiliar technique and unimaginable zeal, he wasn’t going to last long at this rate! He set his jaw and gripped the back of his head, holding himself back while enjoying the spectacle and wondrous sensations she afforded.

The good news was that he didn’t prematurely blow his load before getting to actually fuck her - the bad news was that he’d had perilously little control over the matter. Reading him like an open book, Cadance masterfully kept him on the edge. It was maddening and thrilling, brought to his limit multiple times before she’d ease up, and it drove him wild with desire.

Rocking back and kneeling over his groin, she squeezed her breasts between her upper arms. “Had enough?”

He shook his head and locked eyes with her. “Not on your life…”

“Good,” she cooed as she shuffled forward. Moving up his body, she dragged her marehood up his cock. “I do hope you’re ready for this, Shiny, because I certainly am.”

Extending his arms, he ran his hands down her sides. “You know I am…”

The heat of her entrance against his cock-head was the final nail in his coffin. On any other day, at any other time, he would have returned her sexual torment, yet he was compelled to claim her. Simultaneously drove his hips upward while pushing her down and back. Her delighted whimper, deep and guttural, was the perfect accoutrement to the feeling of her slick, cool - wait…

Something was wrong - not with him but with the situation in general. Her depths felt incredible, silken and taut, but she was much, much cooler than she should have been. Could this be a byproduct of whatever enchantment she’d used on herself. Only just concerned enough to ask if she was alright, yet having no desire to bring an end to their tryst, he quirked a brow.

“Are…are you feeling ok?” he stammered, desperately attempting to restrain himself.

Leaning forward and pressing her mountainous chest against his pecs, she nibbled his ear. “More than ok, my sweet.”

The moment she finished speaking, she threw her weight back and fully impaled herself. The sensation of her cervix grinding against the tip of his length was enough to dull his senses and rouse the most primal portions of his mind. What had he been thinking? Of course she was fine! Snickering to himself, he turned his head to make out with her. Whatever was going on with her clearly hadn’t affected her in any negative way, she’d taken the time to come see him, and she was obviously eager to tend to his stallionly needs, so it was his right - his duty to give her what she craved.

He moved in perfect harmony with her, thrusting up to meet her descents while she fucked herself upon him. It was a shame that she wasn’t going to be able to spend the entire night, likely having plans for the following morning with her fellow royals and politicians, because he would have gladly rutted her until the sun rose. Hammering into her from below, his balls smacking against her supple tush, sank his tongue into her muzzle.

Fiercely gripping his shaft, acting like she hadn’t felt his touch in years, Cadance broke the kiss and leaned back. “Allow me…”

He’d always been more than a match for her in bed, his carnal prowess being one area in which he could best her, yet he found himself struggling to keep up with her. Though it was impossible, she was actually managing to overtake him in bed - something which had only ever happened a very, very small number of times before. Torn between watching her beauteous face, wildly swaying bosoms, and juicy marehood milking his cock, he whimpered.

If he hadn’t known better, he’d say he was fooling around with a totally different mare - that or he’d somehow lost decades of endurance and sexual experience. It would have been baffling enough to have his wife overpower him, but that was only the tip of the iceberg - to make matters worse, it almost felt like he was getting weaker. His limbs grew heavy, his thoughts hazy, and it was getting increasingly difficult for him to move at all.

“Somepony’s - Aaaaaaghn - getting close,” she tittered like a naughty schoolfilly.

He hadn’t even realized he was crossing the threshold of a climax until he was beyond the point of no return, although that wasn’t what troubled him - what troubled him was the sudden understanding that she hadn’t cum a single time. Even though they’d only been at it briefly, no more than ten or twenty minutes or so, it was unthinkable that she hadn’t orgasmed at least once by now.

There was a point at which any stallion, even a Princely stud, would break - for shining, that moment came when a harlequin light flickered across her eyes. His climax was ruinous, devastating him on an existential level, and it was one of the most powerful he’d ever had. The only time he’d ever cum harder was when he’d been kidnapped by - oh no…

Willing himself to look up at her, he finally saw her for who and what she really was. She may have been a perfect reproduction of Cadance, but the Princess of Love she was not. There was a single being on the planet who could do something so audacious, to slip into a castle to make wanton, bestial love with him of all ponies.

“C…Chrysalis,” he rasped, his voice hoarse and barely a whisper, “y…you won’t get away with - Cough - this…”

Though she retained her form, parading herself as his wife, her emerald, cat-like eyes revealed themselves for a fleeting instant. “But I already have, dear Shining, I already have…”

His vision tunneled, the world faded to black, and he slipped into a harrowing, rapturous oblivion. He’d fallen right into her clutches, and he had nopony to blame but himself. The final thought to grace him before he succumbed to nothingness was that is one - his only hope was that Cadance and Celestia would be his salvation…

Author's Note

To be Continued...?