A New Way to Reconnect

“Making my way downtown. Trotting fast, faces pass and I’m homebound,” Shining gayly sang to herself as she transferred a load from the washing machine into the dryer.

It may have - heck, who was she kidding? It was a little silly that she’d enjoy doing something so mundane as laundry in the morning, but she really didn’t mind the little routine she’d taken for herself. Starting the arcane dryer with a flick of her horn, she turned and pranced into the hallway with a spring in her step.

More often than not, she started each and every day by doing the laundry. Under ordinary circumstances, back when she was in the Crystal Empire, there was maybe a monthly need to wash anything other than herself, although things had a tendency to get dirty when Spike was around. While bed sheets, blankets, and pillow cases would have been enough to keep her busy on a daily basis, there were more than just linens she had to launder.

She paused at the bottom of a stairwell, peeked back at herself, and magically adjusted her thong. Her attire, comprised of a skirt, g-string, and leggings was one of several outfits Spike had purchased for her over the last week. She wasn’t sure what he was telling Rarity about all the sternly garments, nor did she particularly care, because she looked absolutely stunning in them.

Each getup she’d received was more scandalous than the last, and they accentuated her marish side marvelously. Sensing the plump, doughy cheeks of her tush gliding over one another, she softly giggled to herself while she made her way upstairs. It had taken her a while to accept it, initially presuming she must have been losing her marbles, but her figure had definitely changed over the last several weeks.

Shameful though it was, the visit she’d planned on lasting no longer than a day had stretched into well over a month - thankfully and much to her relief, Cadance hadn’t given her an ounce of flak. She’d kept in touch with her wife regularly, having Spike send her scrolls several times a week, although she’d been slightly ingenuous about why she was staying so long in Ponyville. Was it wrong to say he was helping his friend little bro with a big, hard issue? Arguably, yes - that said, it wasn’t an overt lie.

She nearly stumbled when her thoughts sailed to the throbbing problem Spike had to deal with every waking moment. The list of depraved things she’d been subjected to with her real lover’s cock was insane, and it was growing longer by the day. Her breath stank of draconic cum, she uncontrollably drooled at the mere sight of the big, scaly stud, and her once-taut pucker had been reformed into a welcoming, well-used vertical slit. As her entrance seized and sent a small stream of jizz down to her coin purse, an all too familiar ache welled up within her abdomen.

“Darn it,” she cursed to herself, snapping from her lecherous stupor to change course.

Instead of going to Spike’s bedchamber, she shifted and proceeded to what she’d affectionately dubbed the play pen. The guest room wasn’t any different than the dozen others in Twilight’s keep, although she’d taken the liberty of remodeling it into a den of sinful delights. She may have been a pale shadow of the stallion she’d once been, but she was still pragmatic and functional enough to do more than suck dick or be a cock-sleeve.

As she opened the door and peered into dimly lit confines, a smile played across her muzzle. The bed, dresser, and nightstand that had been inside had been removed - in their places stood a sex-swing, an s-shaped chair, and a small treasure trove of sex-toys. While they could and oftentimes did get frisky in Spike’s room, having a dedicated area for risque activities felt appropriate.

She trotted over to a small trunk, swung it open, and peered down at her small collection of apparel. A change of attire was in order, not for the least of which reasons being the dried jizz and lube covering certain portions of it. Since Spike had gone to run an errand at the School of Friendship, it couldn’t hurt to surprise the big, loveable hunk with something extra slutty.

Stripping down, she used her magic to pluck several items from the chest. A fresh thong, an even shorter skirt, and a quartet of fishnet leggings with a matching top - yeah, this should do the trick nicely. She dressed herself quickly, inspired by how Spike would react to seeing her in something so revealing, before hurrying out and back to his - well, technically their room.

She’d slept with him since she’d first arrived, when she’d foolishly clung to her thought of being a stallion, and she absolutely adored the sensation of his burly body pressed against her. Her feelings for him extended beyond the mind-blowing sex, and she dreaded the day when she’d eventually have to go back to the Crystal Empire and pretend to be a loving, masculine husband. With a heavy sigh, she cantered down the corridor.

There was no easy way to say it, but she didn’t want to go home. Her worry of losing Cadance and Flurry had become eclipsed by the horrifying notion of abandoning Spike. He cherished her, making her feel safe and appreciated in a way she hadn’t thought possible, and he satisfied her every marish need. From going his darndest to knock her up to fawning over her and telling her how pretty she was getting, he treated her like a Princess.

She came to a stop in front of his bathroom mirror and expertly put her magic to use. While it had taken a lot of time and patience to get decent with putting on makeup, she’d gotten quite good at it. A hint of blush here, a touch of mascara there, and some electric-blue lipstick to compliment her mane and match her outfit were just what she needed to pull her ensemble together. Lowering the cosmetics, she stepped back and slowly spun in place to inspect herself.

The mare that peered back at her was almost unrecognizable - almost. Her mane was longer than it had been, her attire wouldn’t have looked out of place on a whore, and her makeup had been expertly applied, although those were just embellishments. The chiseled physique she’d once had, earned from a lifetime of regular exercise and a strict diet, was a thing of the past.

Many of her muscles had withered considerably, while some parts of her had nearly ballooned in size. The foal-birthing hips, shapely rear, and whipcord waist she bore were phenomenal, the sort of thing you’d see on a pinup model, but they’d come at a cost - a cost she’d been happy to pay. Lifting a hind leg, she lowered her head to peek back at her groin.

Her stallionhood, or what was left of it, had been reduced to a pitiful little nub of flesh, smaller than she could ever remember it being. No matter how excited or turned on she got, her pathetic endowment refused to get hard. She would have been distressed over just how small her package had become, but mares didn’t have a package ~ did they?

It was hard for her to put her hoof on exactly when Spike had started doing it, but he’d been referring to her convenient little lube dispense as a clit for at least two weeks. The trepidation she’d felt upon hearing her equipment referred to in such a demeaning way eventually gave way to bashful excitement and ultimately full-blown acceptance. She may not have been a mare in a fundamental way, although there was no way she could call herself a stallion anymore.

She shifted her gaze up to her lower abdomen and scrunched her snout. As if having a puny, impotent thing affixed to her loins wasn’t annoying enough, the pair of bosoms she’d been sprouting lent further weight to her suspicions that her extending, amorous contact with a dragon was having a transformative effect on her. Balancing on three legs, she reached back, gently squeezed her teat, and stifled a whimper.

Her breasts weren’t that big, relatively small compared to what most mares had, yet something told her that they’d only get bigger and more sensitive with time. It probably didn’t help that Spike was particularly fond of her bosoms, often sucking them or playing with them while he was plowing the living daylights out of her, and she couldn’t say she was any better. On the occasions when she was left to her lonesome, she’d magically toy with her teats while screwing herself with a dildo.

She momentarily considered stuffing herself with one of her silicone playmates, but shook her head and thought better of it. Spike would be home soon, probably in less than an hour, and he was always up for scratching her lustful itch - plus she really needed to practice some self-discipline. Whether or not ruthlessly pounding her ass on a dildo exacerbated her condition was anypony’s guess, although it surely didn’t do anything to help her nymphomaniacal tendencies or slow her gradual metamorphosis.

Like many times since she’d arrived in Ponyville, she found herself reflecting on all the things she’d gone through and where her journey would take her. What would happen between her and Cadance, her budding relationship with Spike, what Twilight would think about the situation - there were many enigmas she had to contend with, but she was fairly sure things would all work out in the end. Shifting and exiting the bathroom, she slowed when she passed the dresser.

Sitting atop the chest of drawers, as if placed there by fate, was the final thing she needed to pull off her look. Igniting her horn, she flagged her tail and levitated the toy to her hole. While she’d just foregone the notion of hammering her ass on a dildo, stuffing a plug in herself was a bit of a compromise. Not only would the stopper prevent any of Spike’s seed from leaking out, allowing his essence to marinate her insides, but it looked rather stylish as well.

She kept her tail high as she sauntered out and into the hallway. Now that she’d made herself presentable, tidied up Spike’s room, and was half-done with the laundry, she had nothing but free time on her hooves. Casually meandering downstairs and in the direction of the kitchen, she devised a plan. Unsure of when her lover - her real lover would return, she could at the very least surprise him by starting to make some breakfast.

“Shining?” an all too familiar voice called out.

Nearly stumbling over her own hooves, she beamed. It was a bit unfortunate that Spike wouldn’t be able to stumble upon her in the kitchen, but she wasn’t going to let that get her down. Charging down to the first floor, she made a beeline to the foyer. Though Spike had only been gone for an hour, if that, she couldn’t wait to see him again.

“Shining,” Spike shouted again, a bit more urgently this time, “come to the door! I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

Rounding a corner, she felt the interior of her thong grow damp with pre-cum. “Be right there, Daddy!”

She swooned when he came into view. Tall, powerfully built, and with rugged good looks, Spike was the sort of stud that any mare would kill to have for herself, and he’d only gotten more attractive with time. In a grand twist of fate, while she’d become dramatically more feminine, he’d moved in the opposite direction. His frame was larger, the tone of his muscles more defined, and his cock - holy heck, his cock had graduated from being impressive to downright monstrous.

“I’m right…” Her words trailed off when she reached the entryway.

Spike was there, looking as adonic as ever, although he wasn’t alone. Standing beside him and looking over at her was a pony. Slender, tall by most standards, and with a crown seated atop her head, the mare’s expression shifted from one of amusement to confusion at the sight of her. Having anypony see her in her current state would have been mortifying, although she hadn’t just been happened upon by any ordinary bystander.

“Shining?” Cadance gasped.

“C…C…” Shining sputtered, going beet red and unable to say her name.

Cadance’s perplexion blossomed into outright mirth as she guffawed. “What in the world happened to you? Did you lose a bet or something?”

With her jaw flapping noiselessly, Shining looked from her wife, to Spike, and back to his betrothed. This wasn’t bad - this was disastrous. She could deal with some random pony seeing her like this, all done up and looking like she belonged on a street corner, but not Cadance! Her legs shook as she took a step back, compelled to turn tail and flee, yet she hesitated when Spike lifted a hand and beckoned to her with a finger.

“It’s more of a ‘something like that’ situation,” Spike laughed. “Shiny, don’t be so bashful!”

Shining inched forward. Though she wanted to run away, to go bury herself in a hole somewhere, where could she really go?! She’d realized this day was coming, that Cadance would eventually figure out why she’d been effectively living in Ponyville, yet the grand reveal couldn’t have been more awkward - at least, it couldn’t have been much more awkward. Drifting over to Spike’s side, she stared down at the floor and kept her lips sealed.

Trotting over and slipping a hoof under her chin, Cadance lifted Shining’s face. “Ok, I have got to hear what all this is about! Somepony spill the beans!”

“I - heh,” Spike chuckled. “Maybe we should go to the living room before I explain everything.”

Shying back, Cadance snickered. “After you!”

Shining stood mute and motionless while the two nonchalantly left her idling in the entryway. She was so screwed, and not even in a good way - sure, Cadance may have thought this was all some sort of a joke, that she was dressed the way she was as part of a prank or something of the sort, but that was only going to hold up for so long. Resigning herself to her fate, she hung her head and trudged after the pair.

“Love the lipstick,” Cadance hummed.

Lifting her head, Shining peeked over at her. Cadance had seated herself on one of the two recliners available, while Spike had hopped onto one corner of the sofa. Caught in the spotlight, she swallowed hard. As her mind started to race, trying desperately to come up with something - anything that could justify why she could pass for a slutty frat mare, her eyes settled on her wife.

“I…” she warily began, choosing her words very, very carefully. “I was just -”

“Just having a bit of fun?” Cadance interjected while dismissively waving a wing. “I knew you colts got into some silliness, but I had no idea it was anything like this! Honestly, if I knew you enjoyed playing dress-up, I would’ve let you borrow some of my clothes.”

Spike reclined and draped his arms over the back of the couch. “She looks good ~ right?”

“She?!” Cadance exclaimed, bursting into laughter once again. “Oh my gosh! Shining, you’re going by she now?”

Sensing blood rush to her face, Shining hung her head in shame. “It’s…it’s not…”

“Go ahead and give me a little turn, Shiny,” Cadance urged. “A mare as pretty as you shouldn’t be so bashful - I mean, not in an outfit like that.”

Shining glanced over to Spike and watched him give a subtle nod. There’d been a few times in her life when she’d felt like she was caught between a rock and a hard place, but this had to have been the worst of all of them. The last thing in the world she wished to do was stay in the room and give Cadance more time to put the pieces together - on the other hoof, disobeying an order could ruin the good thing she had going with Spike.

Leveling a forehoof at Cadance, she grimaced. “Don’t laugh…”

Cadance sat back and held a hoof to her chest. “Filly scouts honor,” she intoned, unable to keep herself from smiling.

“Alright,” Shining murmured, closing her eyes and summoning her courage.

She told herself it’d be like ripping off a band-aid, that delaying the inevitable would only prolong her torment, yet she was given little comfort. Cadance was many things, but she wasn’t stupid. It wasn’t wouldn’t be long until her wife put two and two together, comprehending what had actually been going on in Twilight’s castle, so she shifted her weight and steadily turned in place.

Though she couldn’t see it, she could feel the duo’s eyes upon her. If she had to guess, Spike was probably ogling her and fantasizing about the things he’d do with her once they got some privacy, while Cadance was more than likely amused with her questionable attire. The silence was deafening, causing her anxiety and blood pressure to skyrocket, until it was broken by a soft gasp of surprise.

“Is…is that a plug?” Cadance croaked.

Attempting to pin her tail, Shining whipped around to face her. “It’s a -”

“Yeah,” Spike grunted. “It’s the one I got her last week ~ why?”

Cadance’s eyes widened as she looked over to the dragon. “And she let you use it on her?”

Containing his mirth, Spike shook his head. “Nah. It wasn’t there before I went out and ran into you, so she must’ve put it in while I was gone. Maybe she can explain how it got in there…”

“I…it - uh - w…well, you s…see,” Shining stammered, tripping over her words while drawing ever closer to the verge of outright panic.

What in the name of Equestria was Spike doing?!? It’s almost like - wait. As she leered over at the hulking, extraordinarily smug dragon, a startling realization dawned on her. He wanted her to get caught, to show off exactly what she’d become, and he wasn’t going to stop until Cadance understood what she’d become.

She couldn’t bring herself to look at Cadance’s face. “I put it in…”

“What’s that?” Spike pressed, leaning forward while holding a hand to the side of his head. “Speak up, Shining, I can’t -”

“I put it in!” Shining blared.

“Ok,” Cadance groused, “I think that’s enough of that. It was funny at first, but -”

“Who’s laughing?” Spike quipped, peaking a brow while swinging his eyes over to her. “Want me to lay it all on the table for you?”

Cadance’s expression was hard to read, a mixture of confusion, trepidation, and frustration, but she slowly nodded all the same. “Yeah, because this is one heck of an act.”

“Alright, so - actually, hang on a second,” Spike huffed. “Shining, maybe we should show her instead.”

More of a demand than a question, the words made Shining’s blood run cold. She already wanted to die, having butt-plug lodged in her backside while wearing a g-string, but the idea of drawing things out was excruciating. At a loss for what to say or do, she stared blankly over at Spike.

Though she may have locked up, overwhelmed by the goings on of the last few minutes, Spike wasn’t nearly as rattled. His indomitable form was mirrored by the personality of a stud who did as he pleased, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. He smiled broadly as he rocked back, spread his legs, and ran a clawed hand down his chest and to his groin.

“What are you - sweet Celestia,” Cadance whispered.

Shining didn’t have to look at her to know what had caused her reaction. Emerging from its internal confines, Spike’s tremendous endowment crept into the open in all its gargantuan glory. In the blink of an eye, simply from seeing the massive tool that had remade her on an existential level, her mouth went from parched to watering as her libido overtook her nervousness.

“Suck it,” Spike breathed, his voice a low, almost sensual growl.

“Shining w…would never do that!” Cadance spat, askance.

Clutching and apathetically jacking himself off, Spike snorted. “Wanna bet?”

“First of all, Shining is straight,” Cadance protested. “Secondly, she - I mean he wouldn’t just fool around with somepony like this!”

“Guess we’ll have to see about that,” Spike mused. Squeezing the base of his length and causing it to swell to its full, imposing size, he flashed his teeth. “Trust me, she loves slobbering on this bad boy.”

“Now I know you’re full of it,” Cadance cawed. “Even if, and that’s a very big if, Shining ever did give you a blowjob, she - darn it - he wouldn’t enjoy it! Nopony, and I mean nopony likes sucking dick ~ isn’t that…”

Placing one hoof in front of another, paying no mind to the heated debate, Shining drifted between the dragon’s outstretched legs. The faint allure of musk was already teasing her nostrils, she could practically taste the salty pre-cum oozing from the tip of his shaft, and the thought of being so completely filled, of having her bitch-button crushed by that fat knot, overshadowed everything else in her mind. Spike had gotten hard for her, and to ignore his throbbing erection would be unforgivable.

She seated herself between his knees, reached up with a foreleg and gingerly touched a forehoof to the root of his length. As Spike released his cock, the weighty shaft slumped forward and came to rest just before her face. It was a thing of beauty, as gorgeous as it was menacing, and it was hers for the taking. Opening her muzzle and extending her tongue, seconds from fulfilling her duty, she halted when a massive hand shot forward and stopped her.

Tussling her mane, Spike straightened back up and waved at Cadance. “See? All she had to do was look at it and she’s ready to get down to business - not that I’m complaining.”

“S…Shining,” Cadance stuttered, “when…h…how did…”

The reality of the situation hit Shining like a freight train. She’d been about to swab her throat with Spike in front of her wife, and she hadn’t even realized it. Spike’s insatiable sex drive and her own hedonistic desires had clouded her judgment so badly that she’d nearly done the unthinkable, committing an adulterous act that would surely end her marriage, and she’d been powerless to stop herself.

“Have a seat up here, sweetness,” Spike clucked, patting his thigh.

Shining complied - not because she necessarily wanted to, but because she felt like she had no choice in the matter. Fleeing would only be an admission of guilt, and it would allow Spike and Cadance to chat without her being able to defend herself. Draping herself over a meaty, scaled thigh, she peered over at her wife while keeping her face dangerously close to the slick slab of dragon cock.

“Yeah,” Spike cooed, brazenly rubbing and pawing at Shining’s ass, “she’s a needy little thing. Has she always been this bad?”

In shock, Cadance shook her head. “No - no, I’ve never seen Shining like this before. So - uh - would one of you care to explain exactly what’s going on?”

“Honestly, I’m not too sure,” Spike said with a shrug. “Shining popped in to say hello, we hung out for a bit, and we caught up - next thing I know, she’s practically begging me to breed her ~ isn’t that right?”

“Uh…uh-huh,” Shining dreamily replied, fixating on the prodigious dick mere inches from her face.

“You can warm me up if you want, babe,” Spike hummed. “So, yeah, I really can’t say for sure. I think she mentioned something about pheromones or musk or something, but she’s the first pony who’s ever acted like this around me.”

Given a playful slap on the ass, Shining squeaked and found her focus. She had to say something, if for no other reason than to salvage a bit of her pride. If Cadance had thought this was some kind of game, maybe she could use that to her advantage. Opening her mouth to speak, she shuddered when the plug was pulled from her tush and replaced by a pair of thick digits.

“You - oh buck - you always s…said I should be more open minded,” she groaned.

“Yeah, but I never said anything about doing anything like this,” Cadance grumbled. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were enjoying this.”

Expertly and surreptitiously massage Shining’s p-spot, Spike smirked. “She’s definitely been enjoying it. I’ve fucked the cum out of her so many times that I’ve lost count - to the point where she doesn’t even need to rub her clit to get off.”

Cadance blinked and shook her head. “I’m sorry ~ what?”

“Her clit,” Spike repeated.

“I mean, Shining isn’t the most well-hung pony around, but there’s a stallionhood, even one on the smaller size, isn’t a clit,” Cadance testily insisted.

Withdrawing his hand from Shining’s backside, Spike went to stand. “Babe, come over here so I can show her what I’m talking about.”

Shining watched as Spike got up, stepped around behind her, and flopped back onto the couch. Great - just wonderful. She’d almost stuffed her gullet with dick while her wife was watching, and now she was going to have to show off just how pitiful she’d become. Feeling a pair of hands slip under her forelegs, she defeatedly allowed herself to be delicately flipped onto her back.

Walking two fingers down her chest, between her breasts, and to her groin, Spike tapped a claw to the tiny little bulge in her panties. “This is -”

“Teats?!” Cadance wheezed. “You have - h…hold on a second,” she hissed to herself while she closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. “When did you sprout teats?”

“I first noticed ‘em about a week ago,” Spike blithely chirped while shifting his hand and giving one of the soft, supple mounds a squeeze. “Pretty hot ~ huh?”

Cadance didn’t exactly looked pleased with his flippant response - then again, she didn’t look nearly as angry as she could have either. “Sorry, it’s just a lot to take in.”

Hooking a claw under Shining’s g-string, he pulled the elastic, pre-cum slathered fabric aside. “It’s all good - anyways, yeah, so here ya go. If that ain’t a clit, I don’t know what is.”

Shining went to protest and froze when she looked over at Cadance. There weren’t many things in her life she was entirely certain of, especially due to the whirlwind that was her last month, but she knew her wife better than anypony. The look of excitement on the alicorn’s face was unmistakable and utterly bewildering.

“Shining,” Spike prompted, “tell her what it is…”

Baffled by Cadance’s reaction, Shining gulped. “M…my clit…”

Spike slipped his hand lower and drew a claw over her entrance. “And this…?”

“It’s…” she faltered.

She knew what she was expected to say, but she didn’t have the strength to say it. Of all the names she’d been called, and demeaning things she’d gone through, Spike’s name for her slack pucker was still fresh and more humiliating than she cared to admit. Twisting in place while he teased her with a finger, she wrinkled her nose.

“Go ahead,” Spike urged, “no need to be shy about that pussy of yours…”

And there it was. Hearing her ass called a pussy was equal parts electrifying and humiliating, although the latter was the stronger of the two. Splaying her hind legs and bucking her hips into Spike’s hand, yearning to have him continue fingering her, she clamped her eyes shut.

“It’s m...my pussy,” she finally stated.

It was strangely liberating to confess to how far she’d fallen. With her clit dribbling over her groin, modest bosoms out in the open, and pussy twitching for his wife to see, she bit back a smile. Now that the cat was out of the bag, the only thing left was to wait for Cadance to storm off and mail her divorce papers - or so she thought. She peeked out with one eye, sure to see her former lover storming off, and did a double take when she looked across the room.

With the fabric under her growing moist, Cadance unabashedly kneaded her winking marehood. “That is so hot. And you said she can actually fit that behemoth in her ass- pardon, her cunt?”

“Darn right she can!” Spike proudly declared. “You wanna see?”

“If I said I didn’t believe you, would that help?” Cadance tittered, using her magic to tweak her nipples.

Of all the things that could have happened, seeing Cadance flagrantly getting off to the spectacle of her feminized husband sent Shining’s mind reeling. If she wasn’t the luckiest mare on the planet, Discord was playing a joke on her - either way, she might have just caught a very lucky break. Whimpering as Spike plunged a digit into her, she started when an explanation bubbled to the surface of her lust-addled thoughts.

Cadance was the Princess of Love, having a preternatural sense for all things amorous, so it only made sense that such a lewd display got her a little worked up. Shining had often talked with her wife about passionate affairs, chatting about how hot it was to find two ponies who had feelings for one another, yet she hadn’t considered that interest would extend to her! With the alicorn making herself comfortable, she glanced up and back at Spike. A question had been asked, one that she felt much more comfortable answering with actions over words, and she wasn’t going to let it slip through her hooves.

“Daddy,” she purred, drawing Spike’s eye down to her face, “may I?”

Nodding down at his loins, Spike beamed. “Be my guest, babe.”

Shining rolled to her side, got her hooves under her, and stood on the sofa. If somepony had told her that she would ever impale herself on a dragon in front of her wife, she would have laughed and had them committed - still, that’s exactly what she was going to do. Stepping over Spike’s waist, she turned to face him and lifted her hips.

“Here,” Spike mumbled, grabbing and lifting his dick.

“Thanks, Daddy,” she breathed as she shot in and kissed his cheek.

Everything had gone off the rails in the most spectacularly perverted way imaginable, and she couldn’t have been more thankful. As a pair of scaled hands closed around her hips, she lowered herself and touched her entrance to the spear-like cock-head under her. If Cadance wanted to see what she did with Spike, the least she could do was oblige.

She lowered herself slowly and savored every incredible inch of Spike’s shaft. The ridges along its length and amazing shape hadn’t lost their wonder. She’d initially worried that the novel sensations he afforded would fade, that she’d get used to him and his prodigious tool, but they felt even better than ever. Lower and lower she crept until the girthy knot kissed her hole.

“You said the whole thing,” Cadance halfheartedly protested. “I don’t -”

“Aaaaaaaaghn,” Shining cried out as Spike simultaneously bucked his hips and drove her downward.

In a flash, Shining found herself seated squarely on Spike’s lap while spontaneously climaxing. She given up on attempting to control herself, cumming with little effort or whenever she was fully hilted, although it would have been nice if she could show Cadance a bit of self-restraint. Heaving air into herself, she shook like a leaf while gushing thin, watery spunk over the stud’s abdomen.

“Told ya,” Spike rumbled. Pulling Shining’s tail to one side, ensuring Cadance got a picturesque view of the action, he rolled his hips back, freed his knot, and began fucking her at a leisurely pace. “She usually can’t walk right after we do the nasty, but - ya know, it’s not like I can’t carry her easily enough.”

Cadance’s eyes stayed glued to Shining’s backside as she furiously got herself off. “I…I can t…totally understand that. I’d be - Mmmmn - walking f…funny too…”

“Yeah,” Spike chuckled, kissing the tip of Shining’s horn, “I bet you would be. Little Shining here takes it like a champ though ~ don’t ya?”

Mewling incoherently, Shining milked Spike’s cock and threw her weight down to meet his thrusts. She hadn’t considered the countless times she’d been plowed to be any sort of training, although they were in a way. On the occasions when her higher functions failed, the instincts that had been fucked into her allowed her to keep moving.

She was intimately familiar with what magic could do, being a unicorn herself, yet the feeling of giving herself to a stud, of submitting to her urges, was the most mystical thing she could experience. Raising herself up and letting herself fall upon Spike, she took his knot again and was driven to the cusp of another climax. It didn’t matter that Cadance was watching - if anything, it inspired her to pull out all the stops.

Wiggling her hips and clenching around the bulbous base of Spike’s length, she peppered his neck and jaw with kisses. There wasn’t a thing in the world she wouldn’t do to ensure he stayed with her, and they both knew it. His fingers sank into her tush, securing his grip as snarled and let his true colors show.

“Want a closer look?” Spike coolly inquired, getting up and holding Shining as though she weighed nothing.

Shining wasn’t able to see her, but she could tell Cadance had nodded. The Princess of Love was a paragon of virtue, well-loved by the masses and never acting out of turn, but that was only in public. Behind closed doors, she had a kinky side that few really knew about, and now she was showing a side of herself that even her betrothed hadn’t known about.

“Y…you said you breed h…her?” Cadance breathlessly inquired.

“Sure do,” Spike laughed.

The world spun as Shining was deftly spun in place while skewered on Spike’s dick. What should have been an excessively awkward moment drove her wild with desire. The imprint of Spike’s cock in her bulging belly, her battered pussy, and feeble, useless clit - they were all brought to bear for Cadance’s amusement.

Hooking his arms under Shining’s hind legs, trapping her in a debauched parody of a wrestling hold, Spike raised and lowered her while rutting her like a porn star. “Just - Huff - gotta power-fuck the heck out of her, then she’ll really get - Nnnph - loud.”

Shining couldn’t have escaped if she’d tried. Her forelegs were pinned, her fetlocks were held in Spike’s vice-like hands, and the only part of her that she could move was her head - in short, she was in her element. Squealing in bliss, her wails of ecstasy filling the room and spilling beyond it, she sent a gout of impotent jizz onto Cadance’s face.

“H…hold on a second,” Cadance grunted as she unseated herself. Spike shuffled back, slowing only slightly while he gave her a bit of space. “You said you breed her?”

Without breaking his rhythmic thrusting, Spike cocked his head. “Yeah ~ why? I know she can’t really get knocked up, but -”

“Who said she can’t get knocked up?” Cadance inquired.

Shining’s eyes flew open as Spike fell still. “What?”

Cadance dipped her head and sent power into her horn. “One second…”

A faint blue glow leapt from Cadance’s horn and struck Shining in the chest. Her yelp of surprise all but instantly devolved into a deep, guttural moan of ecstasy as her nerves went alight. Whatever had been done to her hadn’t hurt - on the contrary, it actually felt really, really good. Like a warm blanket that somehow heightened her senses, amplifying the pleasure coursing through her, the spell evoked another involuntary orgasm.

“There,” Cadance exhaled as she got back into her seat, “now she can get knocked up.”

Shining glanced downward, feeling something other than Spike’s dick hollowing her out, and went wide-eyed. Below her navel and above her crotch was a crest of some type, a heart with stylized traceries around it, and she had an immediate hunch about what it was for. If there was one pony on the planet who could make a stallion capable of bearing a foal, it was the Princess of Love.

It wasn’t much to go off of, just a gut feeling, but she could tell that she wasn’t going to leave the room without a bun in her oven. Driven outright mad with desire, pining to bear Spike a - no, an entire clutch of eggs, she lost her mind. Visions of herself strutting about with a belly full of eggs, engorged udders, and looking like a slutty MILF saw her to the gates of nirvana and beyond. She’d finally - finally found her place in the world, but it wasn’t until she had a thick, fertile load in her that the deal would be sealed.

She wished she could say she’d remembered everything that happened, how long Spike had lasted and how many times Cadance was able to climax from watching her, although the rapturous delirium she suffered through all but literally fried her brain. It was only when she was knotted and felt a deluge of seed flowing into her, making her belly bloat and distend more than it was already, that she regained a sliver of consciousness. Panting and slavering over herself, she peered down and watched herself grow fat with dragon cum.

“S…so hot,” Cadance rasped.

Growling and holding her close, Spike nibbled Shining’s ear. “Mine…”

Mine - it was such a simple word, yet it conveyed so much. Shining hung her head and clung to the waking world, defiantly keeping herself from passing out, and smiled. She’d started one family before, and now she’d do so again - yeah, it would be a lot different than it had been with Cadance and Flurry, but she was certain that it would be everything she dreamed of. Craning her neck and locking lips with Spike, she fantasized about how the two of them would start their new lives together…