> How to Discipline Your Little Sister
>  by concordion
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> Part One
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Princess Mi Amore Cadenza stands on her bedroom’s balcony and watches the approaching train carrying her little sister-in-law. Has it been a year already? Oh, sure, it hasn’t been a year since seeing Twilight. Only a few months, at most, and if they lived closer they’d see each other far more frequently. But it has been a year since Shining’s last birthday, and she can’t help but worry that this year’s may wind up like last year’s: tense, uncomfortable, and awkward. And Cadance is tired of awkward. She needs to clear the air with Twilight.

Her Steward, an older, wiser Unicorn stallion, knocks and enters. “Princess Sparkle’s train will arrive at the station soon, Princess. Prince Armor is waiting downstairs.” When she doesn’t reply he prompts, “Princess?”

She sighs, “I suppose there’s no sense delaying.”

“Pardon?”

“Family.” She turns and looks over her shoulder at him, gives him a smile. “You know how it is.”

He steps up beside her and sighs. “I do. I have four younger siblings and almost a dozen nieces and nephews.” Steward reaches out and trails his hoof over her newly pregnant belly. “There is no lighter feeling than returning to work after the holidays.”

She smiles. “It doesn’t hurt that you enjoy your work so much. You need more responsibility.”

Steward traces little circles and hums. “Dealing with you is more than enough responsibility, Princess.”

“Hmm. You may be right. Perhaps I should find another assistant? If you’re having trouble performing your duties.”

He’s worked for Cadance for almost a year, now, and knows better than to take the bait. “I agree. Two of us would satisfy your many eccentric needs better than one, Princess.”

She exhales, imagining the possibilities. Two Stewards? At once? She can barely handle one of him.

Especially when her Steward nuzzles her, breathes on her neck. He murmurs, “I thought you were fond of the young Princess.”

“I was. I am! I’ve known her since she was a foal. It’s just difficult, now.” She shrugs. “Let’s go, Steward,” she says. “Twilight—Mmmph!”

Steward presses his lips to hers when her mouth is open wide, then steps forward and pushes her backwards and off balance. His face is warm, his lips are hot, and his tongue is wet. She rolls her eyes, relents, and lets his tongue press between her lips. She’ll never admit it but she likes kissing him. Steward is like her favorite desserts: decadent, forbidden, and delicious.

She gently bites his tongue then pushes him back, puts a hoof on his nose to hold him at bay. He’s in a mood, and she doesn’t have the time to manage him right now. “Steward,” she chastises. “You just said we had to go.”

“I said the Princess’s train will be arriving soon, Princess,” he says, looking from her eyes to her hoof. “You could always fly, if you felt rushed.” He reaches for her hoof and kisses it, runs his tongue over it.

Cadance lets him slobber over her hoof only for a few seconds. “And leave Shining? Make him walk alone? Please.” She walks toward the door, fully intent on finding her husband and not at all hoping for Steward to grab her tail and yank her back—“Steward! My husband is waiting.”

He drops her tail and squeezes her flank, then slides his hoof down her cutie mark.

She shudders under his touch. Oh, she really shouldn’t. Twilight will be nervous already, and arriving to find nopony there to greet her won’t help. And Shining is waiting downstairs, supposedly. He hates being late, just as much as his sister does. What if he comes looking for them?

Steward steps behind her and reaches between her thighs, touches her cunt.

“Steward!”

“Princess . . . ”

When he presses his face into her ass and licks up her cunt she groans, spreads her legs, and tilts her hips. His tongue slides up and down her pussy, sending little tingles and heavy shocks through her body. He’ll taste how wet she’s getting; she can already feel her juices dripping down her slit. His heavy breathing reminds her just how freaky he is, how possessed he gets when it comes to her body. She’s not the only one he fucks—some of her younger staff get tongue-tied and clumsy when he walks by—but Cadance knows how desperate she makes him.

Fuck it. Twilight can wait. Cadance is in no hurry to let Twilight make things uncomfortable. Shining will pace patiently, like he always does. And she loves dessert. Especially dessert that makes her sweat and sends her heart racing. Dessert that she could get in trouble just for eating. Dessert she already had for breakfast.

“Steward—mmm . . . ” she moans, curving her back and staring at the horizon. Her balcony overlooks the rest of her little kingdom, and she can see the little train slowly making its way to the train station. Now she’s definitely going to be late. And there’s so much open sky. Oh, fuck. The sky is full of Pegasi going about their days. Anypony curious enough could watch the Princess get fucked by a stallion who is definitely not her husband. That’s what Steward is going to do, she knows—she gasps, quivers when he slides his tongue up to poke at her asshole—he’s going to fuck her, and he probably won’t be too upset if they’re spotted. He might even enjoy getting caught. She has to stop him.

“Steward!” she tries again.

With his face buried in her ass it’s hard to hear his reply, but he manages to mumble, “Yes, Princess?”

“Stop screwing around and fuck me,” she growls over her shoulder.

He shakes his head. “Apologies, Princess, but there isn’t enough time. Princess Sparkle’s train will arrive—” He pauses to bite her ass, eliciting a yelp and probably leaving a mark. “—in a few minutes. And Prince Armor—” He slides his tongue up her slit. “—is waiting downstairs.”

Cadance has to uncross her eyes before she can reply. “Steward—”

Steward shoves at her backside, knocking her face against the transparent railing and forcing the breath from her lungs.

“—Oof!”

She struggles against the crystal and pulls herself up onto the railing. Steward slides his face up through her tail, leans forward to nibble on one of her wing bones, and pulls at her hips. His stomach settles on her back, and his cock slaps up underneath her, teasing at her abdomen.

“Uh . . . Oh, fuck,” she drawls. He’s so big she thinks she could just dip her head down and lick the tip.

His hooves scrape at her cutie marks, holding her still, and he grinds his Princess-piercing prick against her crotch, slicking himself up on her juices. Getting ready to bludgeon her insides.

Fuck! “What are you waiting for?” she pants.

“For you to beg, Princess,” he says, pulling back and using his magic to guide the tip of his cock to her cunt.

She thrusts her hips backward, trying to impale herself, but he holds her still, leans back as she does to negate her motion. “Fuck you, Steward,” she huffs, stomping at the floor. He’s so close. She’s so close!

He hmms, gripping her so hard he’s going to bruise her. His disgusting, base animal desires are wafting off of him like a potent cologne, so thick she can nearly taste his need. She can certainly smell her own musk. Any normal stallion would be a stammering, quivering mess, but not Steward. How he keeps his composure when they both want it so badly is beyond her.

She snarls. How fucking dare he. She’s his Princess. He lives to worship her. To serve her. To—

“Beg for it,” he growls into her ear. “Or I’ll find some other Princess to fuck.”

She gasps. Twilight would let him, too. Like Cadance, Twilight makes bad decisions and can’t resist letting older stallions take advantage of her. Oh, fuck. Fuck! “Please, Steward, I need—Ah!”

Steward growls and pulls her hips onto his, thrusts his cock up inside her.

It’s just what she needs. She throws her head back, comes with a bang and a keening cry that she’s sure Shining can hear from the atrium. Juices squirt out from her pussy, slicking his cock and thighs and dripping onto the floor between his hooves. Steward barely pauses as she clenches around his cock, just shifts his weight to keep atop her and shoves inside her again.

“F—fuck,” she pants, gripping the railing for balance, and glances downwards. With his weight atop her and her chest atop the railing she’s sure the two of them are visible from the ground. Just like when she gives a royal speech to her citizens, only instead of a speech it’s a very visible demonstration of how she can’t control herself around this stallion.

Steward slams his chest onto her back and shoves her forward. He’s so frantic, so erratic, his hindhooves shoving at the floor and his forehooves gripping her barrel. He fucks like an animal, and all the Princess can do is hold on as he uses her. He grips her flank and pulls her back. His cock is so hard, it’s splitting her apart. She can’t get enough of it. Can’t get enough of him. Steward does what Shining won’t. He has no inhibitions, no reservations, and only pretends to act professional. She can’t say no, even as he crosses line after line—

“Tell me more,” Steward grunts, breathing into her mane, “about the Princess.”

This would be the first time Steward meets Twilight, and from his tone Cadance thinks he ought not to meet her. “No, Steward. No. Even if she’s beautiful. And young. And—mmm—so vulnerable.”

“Do you think she would be upset if I put a little Prince inside her, tonight?”

She shudders. A pregnant Twilight—with some strange Unicorn’s magic buried in her womb—“You can forget about that,” she pants, shoving herself back at him, desperate to rediscover that high. “Twilight trusts me. She wouldn’t visit if she thought for a second I’d let a brute like you near her. I’ll keep her locked up if I have to. You’ll just have to make do with me tonight.”

“You’ll be too busy,” Steward says. His thrusting is getting more and more erratic. He’s close. So is she. “Or are you planning. On leaving your husband. To his own devices tonight?”

It’s Shining’s birthday, but—“I’ll make it up to him!” she gasps.

“Why not let—” he grunts “—Prince Armor watch me fuck you instead?” 

“Fuck!” she snarls, feeling a guilty rush at his words.

“Or watch me. Fuck. His baby sister? He’s too polite. To say no,” he pants, his breathing short and staccato. “Do you think. He’ll be quiet. And watch. And wait. His—turn—Ah!”

Steward snarls and yanks her back, pulls hard on her hair, and comes deep inside her. His cum sizzles and tingles with potent magic, not as thick as what some of her Earth Pony stallion Guards can produce but far hotter and stickier. He doesn’t stop thrusting, just keeps coming, again and again. Every drop of his cum floods deep inside her, even if most of it splashes out with each thrust. It bursts out of her cunt and splatters across his thighs and onto the floor below. One of her maids is gonna have to clean it, and she’ll know exactly what happened—

Fuck! She shudders, coming again. Her legs jerk so suddenly he almost falls over. Her cunt spasms around his cock, trying to squeeze more and more out of it. She grips the railing and whines, knowing that somepony could be watching right now.

Steward grips her barrel and holds himself as deep as he can as his orgasm slows to a trickle, before pulling his cock free. She feels their potent mix of juices and cum drain down her inner thighs, hears it splatter over the crystal floor.

“Good Princess,” he pants, stepping his forehooves onto her back and grinding his cummy dick against her dock. “Do you feel better?”

She gulps and nods.

He grips her rump and humps at her backside. For an agonizing few moments she hopes he’s going to keep fucking her. “Tonight, Princess, you’re going to take me to the young Princess, and you’re going to watch me put a Prince or two inside her.”

Cadance gasps and arches her back, as he wipes his softening dick on her rump, using her ass like a cum rag.

“Understood?” he grunts, spilling the last few squirts of his cum over her cutie mark.

Absolutely not. “Yes,” she whispers.

“Good.” He leans forward and gives a long lick up her horn, whispers, “I love you, my Princess,” then climbs off her back and steps to the side.

Cadance collapses onto the railing, huffing for breath, shaking. Only a few short minutes ago she was calm, collected. Now her heart is racing. She can already feel sweat evaporating off her body. She clutches the railing for balance until her breathing slows, and lowers herself onto trembling legs. Between her hindlegs the pool of cum sizzles and crackles with magic. It’ll be a while before it cools and dries. Predictable.

“That’s . . . ” she pants. “That’s just great. Now we’re going to be late, Steward.”

He shakes his head. “No, Princess. We’ll be right on time.” He frowns and looks towards the door. “Though Prince Armor has been waiting for several minutes now.”

“Ugh. I feel disgusting,” she lies, slowly catching her breath. In truth her body is flush with hormones and guilt. She knows better. And if Shining ever finds out—Cadance rounds on him, looms over him, and glares. “Steward! If you don’t stop your incessant harassment I will fire you!”

“Apologies, Princess,” he says, clearly not sorry in the slightest.

“Uh huh,” Cadance huffs. Some days . . . “Come, Steward. Let’s go find my husband before he wears a hole in the atrium.”

Outside her room a pair of Castle Guards fall in behind her. No doubt they heard everything through the door. She can feel their heavy stares. She can also feel a thick, heavy creampie running down her inner thighs as she walks. But neither of them say anything—they wouldn’t stay employed in her service otherwise—and by the time she and Steward arrive in the atrium Steward’s cum has mostly dripped down her legs and soaked into her coat. So long as she keeps her tail down and faces him she’ll be fine.

Shining hears their approach, stops pacing, and exclaims, “There you are! Steward, you need to be firmer with her.”

“Yes, Prince.”

“Oh, Shiny. Relax,” she laughs, prancing up to place a kiss on his cheek. “There’s still time. Don’t worry. Twilight won’t be going anywhere.” She bumps her flank against his and shares a wink, and the two walk outside towards the station, leaning against one another, their tails twinned and enough love bouncing between them to give other ponies a toothache. Steward takes up his usual position to the rear. His threats are heavy on her mind. Cadance cannot under any circumstance let Steward and Twilight be alone together. No matter how Princess Twilight gets on her nerves these days. No matter that Cadance can’t seem to say no to Steward, especially when saying yes is so addictive.

And there’s not much time left to dwell on it. Steward’s distraction has helped a little. But now there’s nothing but a few minutes and half a kilometer standing between Cadance and Twilight.

She misses Twilight dearly. Her fondest, happiest memories are of raising the young Unicorn and watching her grow into a beautiful young mare. Twilight means the world to her, and as a Princess she’s going to usher in a new era of enlightenment and ponyship. It’s hard not to be proud of her.

But boundaries need to be set, and if that slut tries to seduce her husband again there will be consequences.

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A burst of steam obscures the carriage door, and Cadance sees her, all purple and cute and worried. Twilight scans the platform so frantically that she looks right past Cadance and Shining Armor. She’s wondering, maybe she’s late? Did she miss them? Why didn’t the train staff let her out earlier? Silly Twilight: always imagining the worst and ignoring what’s—rather, who’s right in front of her. Shining nudges Cadance and nods at his sister, and the two share a grin. Cadance slides between other ponies and sneaks up behind Twilight to sweep her into a hug.

“Ack! Stop!” Twilight yelps before she knows what’s happening. Her shocked struggling almost topples them both over. “Cadance!” she laughs.

Cadance puts her down and pulls her into a more stable hug. Just the feel, the scent of her evokes strong memories. In an instant Cadance is brought back to a time when Twilight was smarter than every other pony in the room but still afraid of the dark, a precocious little filly who didn’t stop until she got to the bottom of the matter. Cadance loves this filly. They grew up together, learned about magic and love together, and teased Shining together.

Then Twilight’s wings wrap around hers and she kisses her cheek. Twilight’s grown up, and everytime they meet Cadance is reminded of it. She can sense a mature complexity to Twilight’s feelings that wasn’t there even as recently as her last visit.

“I missed you, Cadey-bug,” Twilight says, while still cocooned by a wall of pink and purple feathers. She squeezes tight before letting go.

Cadance smiles and nuzzles her. “I missed you too, Little Shake—but not as much as a certain older brother.”

Shining Armor steps out from behind Cadance.

“Hey, Twily,” he says, nervously reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. Cadance wonders if last year’s birthday is at the front of his mind, too.

Twilight’s eyes light up and her smile grows even bigger, and she leaps at her brother. “Shiny!” This time she does topple, taking Shining with her and landing in a heap on the platform, surrounded by their escort and the other passengers milling around.

“Twilight—Can’t—urp—can’t breathe!”

Twilight laughs and squeezes her brother tighter. “Don’t care. Missed you too much. Happy birthday!”

Cadance snorts, watching her husband suffocate. It’s times like this that she wonders if she’s misjudged Twilight. Twilight can’t hide her emotions from Cadance, after all. She may be all over him, squeezing as close as lovers could, but her love for Shining is honest and innocent. Cadance needs to stop being so paranoid.

Shining’s ignites his horn and grabs her in a warm pink glow, lifts her off the ground and safely out of reach. “Okay, Twilight. You know, if you kill me it’ll no longer be my birthday, and you’ll have to turn around and go right home.”

Twilight hangs in midair, reaching fruitlessly and scowling. “Put me down!” she pouts. “I am a Princess of Equestria and you will—”

“Aww. Look, dear. She gets so cute when she’s angry,” Shining teases, standing and regaining his usual royal poise.

“Everypony’s watching!”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

Twilight ignites her own horn and prepares to do battle.

Cadance hides her smirk behind her hoof.

An Earth Pony stallion dressed in purple armor steps off the train behind his Princess. Twilight is notorious for dismissing her Castle Guard as unnecessary, and it looks like today’s concession is a single Guard whom she has forgotten in her excitement. Like his ward, this stallion’s emotions are all too easy to read. Cadance gasps. Little Twily has taken a consort? She is growing up.

“Twilight. Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Cadance asks with an innocent smile, and points at Twilight’s Guard.

Suspended in mid-air, Twilight follows her hoof and looks at the Guard. Frowns in confusion. “Him? Oh.” She scowls. “My Castle Guard-captain says I need an escort, now that I’m a Princess.” And that’s it.

That’s it?

No blush? No confession of illicit love or sordid sex? Cadance clicks her tongue. Her magic is as precise and accurate as ever. She knows she’s not wrong. They’ve definitely fucked. Recently. And the young Unicorn Cadance helped raise should be a stammering, blushing mess at even the implication of romance. She’s definitely grown up.

“I—I see,” Cadance says, as Twilight turns back to Shining.

Deciding that Twilight wouldn’t try anything with Shining in public, Cadance lets them get reacquainted and walks up to the Guard.

“Hello, my little pony. I am Princess Cadance, and I welcome you to the Crystal Kingdom.”

The Guard bows. When he speaks, his voice is low and pleasantly chocolatey. “Thank you, Your Highness. My name is Flamingo, and I am at your service.”

“I apologize for my little sister’s attitude. I can tell she’s reassured having you around, Sir Flamingo.”

Sir Flamingo rises. “Thank you, Your Highness. But, respectfully, I must disagree. Her Highness couldn’t care less. She is more than capable of protecting us both without batting an eyelash. I’m pretty sure she considers me little more than furniture.” He shrugs, not an easy thing to do under so much armor. “I take no offense in the matter.”

“Goodness. Does she treat you poorly?”

Sir Flamingo shakes his head, and walks up beside her to watch his own Princess. “We get along fine,” he finally says: not exactly a denial. He smiles at some memory to which Cadance isn’t privy. Oh, yes. They fuck.

As he watches Twilight and relives some salacious memory, she takes him in. Though his armor is designed to make any pony look intimidating and authoritative, this one in particular looks very strapping. Strong, broad chest. The posture and balance of a stallion ready for anything. A chiseled jawline. Oozing maleness. Twilight has very good taste. And aside from the armor and attitude, Cadance reluctantly admits, Sir Flamingo looks nothing like her brother.

“Well,” Cadance says slowly, circling him. Most stallions would feel a little apprehensive or predated, but when Sir Flamingo notices he instead poses for her, letting her get a good look. Maybe he’s used to being eyebanged by Princesses. “She’s lucky to have you, even if she doesn’t recognize it.”

“Thank you, Your highness.”

Cadance giggles. “Oh, but you are a gentlestallion, Sir Flamingo.” Cadance turns and looks at her castle in the distance, casually putting herself right in front of him. Is he glancing at her rump? She flicks her tail and tries not to peek. “Very refreshing. Most of my Guards are brutes and bullies.”

“But I am a brute, Your Highness.” A hoof lands on her rump. Cadance squeaks and looks over her shoulder. Sir Flamingo strokes her cutie mark and then pulls her tail, still watching Twilight. “All of Her Highness’s Guards are.”

Cadance glances around the platform. Most of the onlookers are focused on the visiting Princess and the magic she and Shiny are exchanging. Nopony’s really watching Twilight’s Guard grope Cadance, but that could change at any moment, and she’d prefer not to make a scene. “Sir Flamingo, we are in public,” she scolds lightly, as his hoof travels over her rump and between her legs. “And I am married!”

“Would you like me to stop?”

“Sir Flamingo . . . ” she growls, arching her backside at him.

“I will permit you to discipline me.”

“Stop,” she says, finally.

“Yes, Your Highness.” He drags his hoof over her cunt and gives her a flank a final squeeze. “I look forward to getting to know you better.”

Cadance steps away from him, flicking her gaze across the crowd. There are only two ponies who she really worries might have seen her indiscretion. But Shining is clearly distracted, and Steward is watching Twilight with a mixture of hunger and worship.

Cadance glares back at Sir Flamingo. He smiles gently. Like all accomplished Guards, he’s very good at looking disinterested and professional, but she can sense the cocky smirk fighting to come out. Such arrogance. He thinks he can just grope the royal hindquarters and get away with it. He thinks she won’t fight back. Unfortunately, she’ll be busy, since her kingdom doesn’t stop for a pony’s birthday, and he’ll be occupied for the whole visit, on-shift until he returns his Princess home safely. And unless Cadance is very mistaken, he’s Twilight’s lover. And she has her own husband to think about. So, no. She won’t reciprocate. But that doesn’t mean she can’t fight back.

Hmph. She turns and walks back to her family, feeling his eyes on her.

Shining is just setting his exasperated sister on the platform. She’s growling, he’s smiling. Sibling love.

“Alright, you two. Unless you want to spend his birthday weekend on the train platform—”

“We should just send her back,” Shining offers lightly. “She’s too much trouble.”

“Hey!” Twilight says. “I’ll behave. Besides,” she says, sidling up to Cadance. “I’m not necessarily here to see you, Shining.”

Cadance covers her smile with a hoof. “Oh, dear, Shiny. It appears you have a rival for my affection.” She arches her wing over Twilight’s back and squeezes gently.

“Mmm-hmm. Oh, I’ve felt this way for so long.”

“If only you’d told me sooner!”

“Do you have a spare bed, Cadance? For Shining to sleep in? Since we’ll be far too busy tonight.”

“I’m sure we can think of something.”

They break into giggles.

Shining hmphs and cocks an eyebrow. “While you two love birds are getting reacquainted, I’ll be in the Castle. Alone.”

“Oh, Shining, don’t pout. Just because your little sister is prettier than you.”

Twilight sticks out her tongue at Shining.

Shining rolls his eyes and turns back to the castle, leading a pair of giggling mares and their escort. This is what she misses. Twilight and Cadance, getting into trouble together. Having fun. Growing up. Now they’re both as grown up as they’ll ever be, and they each have their own responsibilities to deal with. But they can still get into trouble, if they want.

“So,” Shining begins, in that tone that says he’s just making innocent conversation and absolutely not trying to start something with his little sister. “I hear you have been seeing a stallion.”

Cadance cocks an eyebrow.

“What? That’s—I mean—” Twilight splutters. She looks at their escort, then the nearby crowd, but nopony except the three of them—and Sir Flamingo, and Steward, and Cadance’s own Guards, of course—are within earshot.

Cadance smirks. Twilight might have been able to lie about her relationship with Sir Flamingo to Cadance, but she can’t lie to her brother.

“ . . . Yeah. I’m . . . I’m seeing somepony.”

Cadance gasps. “Little Shake! You’re dating somepony and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“We’re not dating!” Twilight exclaims. “We’re just . . . you know . . . ” Twilight sighs in defeat. “ . . . going on dates. Only a couple!”

“Tell me,” Cadance insists.

Shining asks, “What’s his name? What is he like?” He tries to scowl, but doesn’t quite pull it off, not with a smile on his face. “Do I have to have a talk with him?”

Cadance glances back at Sir Flamingo, but the stallion is doing his best to look like any other Castle Guard: alert but ignorant of their conversation.

His name is Flamingo, and he’s really, really hot.

Twilight shrugs. “His name is Spirit. He’s . . . nice.”

Cadance whips her head around and stares at Twilight. It’s only years of practice emulating Princess Celestia that keep Cadance from stumbling as they walk. Spirit?

Who the fuck is Spirit?

Twilight winces and looks away. “It’s not very serious. We only just started . . . not-dating. He’s a Pegasus, actually, and he moved to Ponyville only a few months ago . . . ”

Here Twilight switches from being too embarrassed to say anything to being too embarrassed to let either of them say anything back. They can’t chastise her if they cannot get a word in. It’s a typical Unicorn Twilight tactic that has followed her into Alicornhood. Without making eye contact with either of them she starts going on and on about this Spirit pony, talking about how they met—He fell from the sky, actually—and what he’s like—He’s a Pegasus stallion, he likes astronomy, and he’s kinda funny, but also kinda dorky—and what he’s like in bed—Oops, did she say that? Well, she is an adult, so of course she, you know. Because he’s really strong, and sweet, and he can be a little mean when she wants him to, and, uh, anyways—so Cadance only half listens, sure that she’ll have plenty of opportunity for extracting more delicious gossipy details later this evening. All this is diluted, to an extent. Cadance will get the juice right from the source. She has so many questions.

Only two things are certain. Firstly, Twilight is absolutely fucking Sir Flamingo. Even if her sexth sense were wrong, he all but admitted it. If she’s dating somepony else, then that gossip will be tasty no matter how it resolves. And secondly, Twilight has finally found a source of romance other than her brother. Though she denies it and downplays it and shrugs it off as not-dating, Twilight’s clearly smitten with this stallion.

It’s the blush. The way her eyes smile, sort of. And the way that she hasn’t stopped chattering about him for several minutes yet.

“What does he do?” Shining asks, breaking her train.

“Oh, uh.” Twilight looks away. “He’s one of my Castle Guards.”

Cadance glances back at Sir Flamingo. Is Spirit her nickname for Sir Flamingo? When Twilight says he’s a Pegasus, is that a secret code for mare-plowing thoroughbred Earth Pony?

Shining shakes his head. “Oh, Twilight. That’s really not a great idea.”

Twilight scowls. “I knew you’d say that. That’s why I didn’t want to make a big deal about it.”

“I know you like him, and he sounds sweet, but it’s not very responsible for a pony in a position of—”

“Well, who else am I supposed to date?” Twilight asks, suddenly, nostrils flaring. She stomps the flagstones beneath her hooves. “There are no Princes in Ponyville, you know. I’m in a position of authority over every pony, you know. Not everypony gets to fall in love with their childhood sweetheart—”

“You know,” Cadance says, trying to ease some tension before somepony gets her feelings hurt. “I’m technically in a position of power over you, mister.” She pokes Shining in the rump. “Our marriage is irresponsible. Should we be keeping our illegal, scandalous relationship . . . secret?” she whispers with a smirk.

Shining gulps. “Well. Um.” He takes a slow breath and smiles gently. Apologetically. “Okay. I get it. Just . . . be careful, okay?”

Twilight rolls her eyes and resumes walking toward the palace, muttering to herself, “It’s nothing serious.”

Shining wisely lets her get a couple steps ahead, but Cadance hurries to keep up.

“You might have fooled Shining, Twilight, but I want details.” Before Twilight can protest, Cadance nods her head behind them at her personal Guard. “I expect some scandalous stories later, when we’ve got some privacy.”

Twilight doesn’t bother trying to deny anything. Instead she takes a breath and says, “Actually, Cadance . . . Speaking of privacy, can—” Twilight pauses and frowns. “Can I have some time with my brother? In private? Maybe after dinner.”

Cadance slows to a stop. She doesn’t even have to run the numbers. She already knows she’s going to let Twilight try whatever she wants with Shining. If Cadance says no, Twilight will ask why not, and then the whole thing will come out into the open, and Cadance really hopes it won’t come to that.

She glances over her shoulder. Steward is standing behind them, at a polite distance, expressionless. She hopes it won’t come to him, either.

“Er—if you’re rather not, that’s fine,” Twilight says. “I don’t want to—”

“It’s okay,” Cadance reassures her with a smile. She loves Twilight. She really does. Twilight has another stallion to long for, now. And she trusts her husband. He quite naturally doesn’t feel that way for his little sister. Not like he used to. Nothing’s going to happen. “Please be nice. He’d come and visit more frequently if he had the time. It’s not his fault.”

“That’s not—Well. Thanks.”

Cadance leans close and kisses Twilight’s forehead, just like she did when a much younger Twilight was distressed. It always calmed her down, but today it doesn’t. “But first,” Cadance says, trying to lighten the mood, “dinner. And then cakes.”

Twilight perks up. “Yay!”

---

Dinner is delicious, and so are the cakes. Twilight is as friendly and cheerful as ever. She jokes with Shining and Cadance, gossips about Ponyville, and listens intently when Shining and Cadance share their hard-earned wisdom from being married. Twilight reveals his birthday present, an interesting-looking book on military history that Shining hasn’t read before. It’s all very nice and uneventful. Cadance is content to let them carry the evening and focus on one another.

So while Twilight and Shining are catching up, she tries to decipher Sir Flamingo and his relationship with Twilight. At the start of the meal he took his position near the entrance, his attention flicking from Twilight to her brother to the exits and back, and hasn’t moved since. As far as Cadance can tell, Twilight never once even glances in the direction of her Guard. He was right. Twilight barely notices him. And Twilight has a special somepony back in Ponyville. Curious.

When Cadance looks back she notes with a start that Sir Flamingo is watching her. Rather than look away like any normal pony, he holds her gaze, and Cadance is surprised to find herself looking away first. No one else sees, thankfully. Throughout the rest of the evening Cadance finds herself glancing at him again and again, but never catches him looking back.

“It’s so nice here,” Twilight is saying. “Somehow you’ve made a crystal castle feel—I dunno. Cozy?” She sighs. “My castle still feels cold sometimes.”

“Are you sure you can’t stay longer, Twily?” Shining asks.

“I really can’t,” Twilight says. “There’s this filly living at the castle right now. I’m supposed to be figuring out a life for her, or something. I really don’t think I should leave her in the barracks any longer. I’ve been hearing unsettling rumors. Hey—” she says, spearing a forkful of cake and pointing it at them, “you guys don’t want a filly, do you?”

Shining coughs and sets down his fork before he can drop it.

Cadance catches his eye and says, “Do you wanna?”

He shakes his head. “You’re the mother.”

Twilight perks up, her mouth full of cake. “Mmrr?”

Cadance smiles at Twilight. “Shining and I are having a baby. We’ll have our own filly.”

Twilight’s eyes bulge for a second, and her magic fizzles, dropping her fork. “Rry?” she asks.

Shining blushes and rubs the back of his neck, but he’s got a goofy smile on his face. He nods.

Twilight gasps and chokes on her cake.

“Twilight!” Cadance exclaims, jumping out of her chair.

Twilight thwacks herself in the chest, coughs cake crumbs everywhere, waves off her Guard, inhales again, coughs again, then squeals, “You’re having a baby! Cadey! Ahhh!” Twilight scrambles from her chair and throws herself at Shining and Cadance. The three of them topple into a pile of limbs and wings and chairs.

“I’m gonna be an aunt! I’m gonna have a niece! You’re gonna have a baby!” Twilight sings, squeezing them both. “Oh, sweet Celestia! Congratulations!”

“Twilight—” Shining gasps.

“Can’t—urp—can’t breathe!” Cadance wheezes.

Twilight gasps and lets go, leaps back. “Oh! I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you? Oh! You have to be more careful! What are you doing out and about? Shining!” she scolds. “Why are you letting her out of bed? You should be waiting on her at all times!”

“I already do, basically,” Shining grumbles.

Cadance climbs to her hooves and dusts herself off. “It’s okay, Twilight. I’m not that fragile. And I don’t need to be waited on.”

“Oh, right. Of course not.” Twilight dances anxiously from hoof to hoof then rushes up to Cadance’s side and asks, breathlessly, “Can I feel?”

“Sure.”

Twilight hovers her hoof over Cadance’s belly, hesitates, and carefully touches her. After a few moments she frowns. “I don’t feel anything,” Twilight says, quietly. “What does that mean? Is something wrong?”

“It’s far too soon for that, Little Shake,” Cadance says. “Right now you’re just groping me. Try again in a few months.” She tousles Twilight’s mane a little and smiles. Sometimes Cadance forgets how young Twilight still is.

“Oh.” A pause. Twilight pulls her hoof back and scratches the back of her neck. “I, uh, I guess I don’t really know that much about . . . all of that.” She looks at the ground. “I’ve never really thought about it.”

“Not even with your Pegasus friend back home?” Shining asks.

Twilight sputters and stammers, “Well—That’s just—You see—”

Shining laughs.

Twilight rights her chair and sits with a thump. “Wow. A baby. You’re going to be parents. That’s—it’s so—”

“Wonderful?” Shining prompts, beaming.

“Yeah. Wonderful.”

Cadance doesn’t need her magic to feel the clouds settling over Twilight’s mood, now that reality starts setting in. A baby is a milestone, and Twilight is still miles away, even if this Spirit stallion winds up being the one. Never mind that Twilight’s far too young to be worrying about foals. Cadance can see the spiral starting. But before she can say anything, Shining steps up to Twilight and puts a hoof on her shoulder.

“Twilight, it’s okay. There’s no rush, you know.”

Twilight looks up at him, blinks, then looks at her lap, rubbing her hooves. “W—well,” she stammers. “Congratulations. I love you guys. And I can’t wait to meet your little foal.”

“Neither can we,” Shining says.

“Thank you, Twilight,” Cadance says, plastering a smile on her face.

Twilight mirrors it.

Shining grins like an idiot.

Twilight takes another deep breath. Any hope that Twilight would give up her incestuous pursuits upon hearing of her impending aunthood is quickly dashed. Avoiding eye contact with Cadance, she casually asks Shining if they can chat a little, in private.

---

That was an hour ago, and Shiny still hasn’t returned.

Now, in her bedroom, lying on her side, Cadance has since spent most of her time staring at the wall, trying not to imagine just what Twilight wants to talk to Shining about—what she wants to do with Shining. Twilight is tenacious and doesn’t give up without a fight. It doesn’t help that Shining Armor can’t easily say no to his sister. And Cadance is cursed with an imagination that often gets away from her:

“Shining . . . I can’t help how I feel. I need you. Please. Just this once. She doesn’t need to know.”

Twilight is growing like all Alicorns do, but for now she’s still smaller than her brother. Still cute and vulnerable, as much a filly as she is a mare. He can envelope her like a lover, even if she’s the one in charge. And Shining is a beast when he is aroused.

“Yes . . . Fuck me, big brother . . . Love me . . . ”

Cadance shivers. Shining Armor could destroy the young filly that Cadance remembers, when he had the chance and was properly motivated. Now? Twilight is more sophisticated and complex. Twilight knows how to manipulate Shiny and would push him to his limits to get what she wants. It doesn’t hurt that the cheating slut is incredibly sexual. Nubile. Forbidden.

“Twily! I’m gonna—I’m gonna come!”

Cadance touches her face, imagining an older brother covering a younger sister’s face in incestuous spunk and that face smiling back with adoration and worship.

And they’ve been alone for an hour now, doing Celestia knows what—

“Stop it,” Cadance mutters, trying to break her train of thought. She trusts Twilight. Shining won’t let anything happen. The only time a mare came close to stealing him away was when that horrible bug hypnotized him.

She rolls onto her back and slides a hoof down her stomach.

And Twilight, regardless of her potential flaws, is not out to take over the world or harm either of them. She’s just here to fuck him, over and over, until they’re both sweaty piles of drool and feathers and cum—

“Do you want me to put some foals in her?”

Oh, but she does. Steward knows her too well, knows just what to say. Twilight would never know who the father was. For all that he says he dislikes family, Cadance is sure Steward has sired some children here and there, children that he hasn’t mentioned or cared for or fathered in the least. It would explain the occasional young female staff leaving Cadance’s employment unexpectedly. He’d leave a foal in there, like a cuckoo, letting Twilight and her special somepony raise it. Twilight will be a little baby crazy for the rest of the night, after learning about Cadance’s little filly. Steward would have no problem.

“I will allow you to discipline me, Your Highness.”

“Stop it!” she barks into the empty room.

Panting, Cadance looks at her hoof. It’s gleaming and shiny with wetness.

The problem with being the Princess of Love, she decides, is that she cannot turn it off. She needs a break. She needs to distract herself. There is always more work to be done when running a kingdom. Or maybe a snack. A snack that doesn’t involve helping her Steward sire another future ruler of Equestria or testing Twilight’s Earth Pony Guard’s endurance and stamina. Say, cake. There should be some left.

She slides off her bed, surprised at how shaky her legs are, and heads for the door.

Before she can reach for the doorknob it rattles and opens. The silhouette of a stallion appears, trying to be quiet. Built like a Castle Guard.

No. He wouldn’t—

Or did Twilight send him to distract her?

“Cadence?” the stallion asks.

Shining.

Cadance exhales with relief, and watches Shining peer into the dark of their room, his eyes still adjusting. Head lowered, ears flat, dull expression on his face. Not how the recently-fucked would look, but also not how a birthday pony should look. Something has happened.

When he sees Cadance he freezes, then stands upright and forces a smile and asks, “Honey. Still up?”

“Of course. I couldn’t let my birthday boy go to bed without giving him his present.” She can feel the stress radiating off of him. Whatever happened, it’s been an emotional night for him. He needs her. She touches his chest, then reaches around him for a hug. “ . . . Shiny?”

He hugs back, melts into her embrace. “Sorry, babe. I’m just tired.”

“You poor stallion. Exhausted already? You must be getting old.”

He smiles weakly and shrugs. “That’s what happens on a birthday.”

“How is Twilight?” Cadance asks.

“She’s—” he purses his lips, aware he’s this close to lying to her. “Well, she’s not great. I think she’s having a tough time as a Princess. And she’s a little nervous about your pregnancy. But it’s okay. We talked.”

“What’s wrong?” she asks, and then, when he doesn’t answer, “Shining?”

He hesitates. “Cadance, dear. I know we promised to be open with each other, but the things she shared in confidence—I’m sorry. I can’t break her confidence. Even for you.”

“Shining, you’re not the only pony that cares about her. I know more about her mistakes than you could imagine. I want to help, if I can.”

“It’s not that simple—”

“What did she do?”

He exhales. “She kissed me.” He looks away, unable to meet her eyes, even though he’s not at fault.

Cadance deflates. At least Twilight is still predictable.

“Please don’t be mad at her,” he says.

“Oh?” she huffs. “Should I be happy at her instead? Or mad at somepony else?”

“It’s nopony’s fault. You of all ponies should know you can’t control your feelings.”

“But she can control how she acts on those feelings.”

“But—”

“Did she come to apologise? To clear the air? Or did she try to seduce a husband, a brother, and a father-to-be?”

Shining kicks at the floor. “She only just found out that last bit.”

Cadance takes another calming breath. “Somepony has to set boundaries. Sneaking around like this? Trying to take advantage of you when you’re alone? This isn’t healthy.”

“I told her—”

“Did you tell her no?”

“I was nicer about it.”

“I’ll talk to her. Filly to filly. We can work this out without hurting anypony’s feelings, but she needs to move on with her own love life.”

“Cadance,” Shining says, gently putting his hoof on her shoulder. He looks into her eyes and says with polite authority, “I have already worked this out. She needs time to herself, not ponies ganging up on her.”

Cadance scoffs, shrugs free of his hoof. “Nopony is ganging up on her. I’m not going to yell at her.” She gulps, feeling a little guilty herself now. “I’m worried about her. She may need some filly time, and you can’t give her that.”

He shakes his head, and falls back onto the bed. “I guess not. Please be nice to her. You can get pretty possessive when it suits you.”

She rolls her eyes, then holds her hoof up. “I’ll just talk to her,” she says, before realizing this is the hoof she has just covered in her juices. She stomps it back down before he can notice. “I promise.”

Shining exhales, and faces the ceiling. “I had no idea she still felt this way,” he admits.

Shining is a wonderful pony. He has a head for strategies and games. He can command an army with the same care and patience he shows in his private life. And he’ll make a loving, nurturing father. But sometimes Cadance wonders if he doesn’t need some sense slapped into him. “Really.”

He shrugs. “I thought she’d grown out of it.”

“Shiny . . . ” Cadance sighs. “Fillies never grow out of their first love. Most find another stallion, and their feelings change as they grow older, but a mare never forgets her first.” She looks over her shoulder, imagining where Twilight’s bedroom is in relation to theirs, where Twilight is probably hiding. “And Twilight hasn’t found somepony else. Certainly nopony as kind and loving and considerate as you.”

This brings a smile to Shining’s face. “Thanks.”

Cadance crawls onto the bed and settles beside him. “Hey,” she says, smiling at him.

“Hey,” he says, a genuine smile finally appearing. He reaches out to stroke her chin, then her stomach.

She kisses him, and he kisses back. Gently at first, but then desperately. Cadance almost laughs. For all her qualities, Twilight doesn’t have that firsthoof experience with adult Shining. Even if Twilight did try something, there’s no way she could steal Shining away. She’s an amateur. She needs time alone with him and has to abuse his unconditional love for her.

But Cadance is a professional. All she needs is a single kiss.

And now he’s back, safely in Cadance’s reach, where no one can hurt him.

Her stress starts to ebb—

“What did she do?” she asks, stroking his mane. “Tell me.”

“You . . . want to hear?” he asks. “You’re not mad?”

“Oh, Shining. It’s not your fault,” she says, poking his cheek. “Even I have a hard time saying no to Twilight. And after all these years, you still can’t tell when I’m turned on?”

—leaving arousal in its place.

Maybe there is room in their relationship for Twilight to squeeze herself in.

“Oh.” Shining gulps. “Well. She kissed me. Um. She said she misses me, and that she—uh, she misses how things were. When we were, you know. Younger. Then she hugged me and pressed me up against the wall and kissed me.”

Cadance presses up against him, leans her weight onto him, and rests her chin on his chest. “Was it good?” she asks, casually tracing circles across his muscles. “Was she good?”

Shining nods. “Yeah. She’s a good kisser.” He laughs nervously. “You know that.”

“Mmm, I do. But that was when she was a child. She’s an adult now.”

“Barely,” Shining whispers.

Cadance rubs her lips across his chest and leaves light kisses. “Shining Armor. Are you getting turned on by your little sister?” A big smooch. “Are you imagining the two of us having our wicked, naughty way with her?” Cadance certainly is. She bites, eliciting a gasp. “Or . . . is it the two of us having our wicked, naughty way with you?”

“No! No, it’s just—she, uh, she smelled—” he gulps.

Like a whore. “I know, dear. I know.”

Cadance crawls upward, noses the crook of his neck and inhales. Shining smells good too. Cadance knows her own musky scent is floating around. She licks his neck, and slides her body against his, shifts her weight until she’s got her forelegs on either side of him, hugging him. His erection presses up against her hip, hot and hard.

“Then what?”

It takes a moment for her question to register. “Huh?” he asks, looking up at her.

Cadance groans, lifts her hind leg up and over his leg, settles on his thigh. “What happened next?” Cadance repeats, rubbing herself against his leg.

Shining grunts, rolls his hips, grinding his erection into her abdomen.

“Did you fuck her?” she gasps, sliding up his body

“No! Of course not. It’s not like that.”

“Mmm . . . I would have.” She stands her forehooves on his chest, looks down at him. He looks so vulnerable, so ashamed. “Shiny . . . ”

“She pushed me back, and crawled on top of me.”

“Mmm. Like this?” Cadance breathes, resting her weight on his lap and notching his cock between her legs. Any movement will have her sliding down his length. “Were you hard, like this?”

He nods, eyes shut. “Nngh—Stop teasing, Cadance,” Shining says, thrusting up against her. So desperate.

“Not until you tell me what you two did together.”

“No—”

“Shining. Tell me.”

“She—she asked me to give her a foal!” Shining gasps.

Cadance freezes. A weight falls in her gut, and she barely notices as Shining grabs her hips and thrusts himself up inside her.

Twilight wants a baby?

No—Twilight wants Shining’s baby.

Just like she did.

Cadance would probably have been okay if they’d just fooled around. Or if Twilight had simply admitted how she felt to Cadance. And Cadance knows she can’t keep pretending to be upset at her for wanting him. Imagining Shining fucking his little sister leaves Cadance breathless, turns her on in ways she can’t describe.

But asking Shining to abandon his new family and give himself to Twilight instead? To leave Cadance behind?

That—that little slut!

With a growl, she pulls herself off of Shining and climbs off the bed. Fine. Maybe Twilight needs to be taught a lesson.

“You’re leaving?” he whimpers. “Now?”

She pauses, then turns to face him, forcing a patient smile on her face. It’s dark enough that he might even believe her. “I’m going to help her.” She kisses his forehead and says, “When I get back, I’ll take care of you. But if I don’t deal with this now, I’ll never do it. I won’t be long.”
> Part Two
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Cadance marches to up Twilight’s room and knocks. It doesn’t matter how late it is; Twilight won’t be asleep yet anyways. “Twilight? We need to talk.”

No response.

Cadance purses her lips. Twilight is almost certainly inside. Probably sulking. Improper behavior or otherwise, nopony likes being rejected, especially by someone as special as Shining Armor, and it’s even worse because Twilight can’t simply hate him and move on.

She says, softly, “Twilight, I’m coming in.”

Just as she reaches for the handle, Twilight’s magic blooms and sizzles over the door, unlocking and opening it for Cadance.

Cadance steps inside. At first the room looks empty, except for Sir Flamingo, standing still by the door. “Twilight?” she asks, looking around.

Twilight’s voice mumbles, “Are you here to tell me to leave?”

“Oh, Twilight. Of course not,” she says, stepping inside. It’s a mess. The blankets are on the floor in a pile. Her clothes hang out of her luggage, shoved up against a far wall. She’s completely ignored the closet and armoire. It’s familiar enough that Cadance can’t help but smile. Filly Twilight always was messy.

Cadance closes the door behind her, wondering where exactly Twilight is hiding. “I’m here to talk.”

“You’re—you’re not mad at me?” Twilight asks.

“I’m not mad at you,” Cadance lies, peeking in the ensuite bathroom and checking the armoire. She can’t see Twilight, but she can feel her presence. Twilight’s emotions are somewhat similar to Shining’s: shame, regret, frustration. Repressed arousal. Cadance looks questioningly at Sir Flamingo, but he stands resolute. How unhelpful.

“You should be. Do you know what I did earlier?”

There! Cadance spots a flash of purple and pink mane between the closet doors. Twilight is hiding in possibly the silliest place ever. Filly Twilight always liked to cram herself into tiny spaces when she was upset; it looks like Princess Twilight does too. A purple eye looks at her then darts out of sight.

Cadance walks up to the closet and slides it open. The little Princess looks miserable, and Cadance, despite being upset at her, can’t help but feel for her. At least she doesn’t look like she’s been crying.

“You kissed my husband.”

“I kissed my brother,” Twilight corrects, glaring at the floor. “And now he hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you, Twilight. He loves you. Just . . . not the same way he loves me.”

Twilight huffs, then reaches forward, tries to squeeze herself out from her little nook. Cadance steps back, giving her room. She shimmies her shoulders free and falls forward, landing with a dull thud on the carpet, and climbs to all fours.

“I’m not in the mood,” Twilight sniffs, walking past her to her dresser. “It was just a kiss. I won’t do it again. There. No need to worry.”

Cadance shakes her head in disbelief. “Twilight, you can’t try to fuck my husband and then complain that you’re not in the mood.”

Twilight gasps, whirls around and stares at Cadance with big eyes. “I didn’t . . . ” The denial fades into a mumble. Suddenly she can’t look at Cadance. Twilight knows that she can’t hide how she really feels from Cadance, and that she’s a terrible liar anyways. After a few seconds she says, “I’m sorry.”

“You asked Shining to give you a baby.”

A small nod. “I’m sorry.”

Cadance sighs. “This happened last year, too. You showed up, put the moves on Shining, then hurried home. Yes, of course I knew,” she says, when Twilight looks startled. “We tell each other everything.”

“Oh. Um. I’m sorry.”

“Why? Why ask him that? Why would you think he’d pick up and leave his life?”

“I wasn’t planning on it. It just popped out. I’m sorry!”

“Stop—” Cadance snaps, before taking a deep breath. “Stop saying you’re sorry. Just tell me what happened.”

Twilight stares at the floor, wringing her forehooves. For a few moments she doesn’t say anything. Finally she takes a deep breath, then sets her face and asks, “Did he ever tell you what we did?”

“He said you kissed him—”

“I mean years ago. When we were brother and sister.” She cocks an arrogant eyebrow. “Before he met you.”

Of course he told Cadance. Obviously. It’s been years. Still, Cadance doesn’t mind letting Twilight talk herself into a corner. It’s the only way she’ll learn. “Let me guess: you used to kiss him then, too?”

“Yes. We kissed. He had hormones, and I loved him. It happened so naturally. We kissed as often we could get away with it. When our parents left us alone, or after they went to bed. Sometimes when they were in the other room I would tease him, and he couldn’t do anything about it.” She smiles a tiny smile. “We didn’t even know we were supposed to use our tongues at first.”

Shining and Twilight are curled together on her cute little bedspread, surrounded by stuffed animals. Twilight giggles when he kisses her cheek, then gasps when he licks her neck. His body is so warm.

It’s all Cadance can do to keep a straight face. She can’t stop the adorable imagery Twilight evokes. It’s cute now, but Cadance knows where it leads.

“I would sneak into his bed, curl into his embrace, and wait for him to wake up. Or he’d come up to tuck me in. I loved the feeling of his body against mine. Heh. Our parents were so happy their children were close. They just didn’t know how close. It probably shouldn’t take fifteen minutes to tuck your little sister in.”

Twilight uses her newly found magic to hold his forehooves over his head so she can explore his body in peace—while he struggles not to giggle and gasp at her questing touches.

Twilight curls her lip and glares at Cadance.

“And then we met you, and he changed.”

She steps off the bed and marches up in front of Cadance. Cadance backs up a step, Twilight’s presence is so suddenly intimidating.

“You were beautiful, and majestic, and so sexy. Suddenly he didn’t have time for his little sister anymore. You were all he ever talked about. It hurt. He ignored me when I needed him. So—”

Here she pauses and gulps. Trying to stay defiant when she knows she has fucked up.

“So, one night, when mom and dad were out, when I was fed up with listening to Shining whine and moan about how much he loved you and how much he missed you—I shut him up, pinned him down, and fucked him.”

Yes . . .

Twilight pushes her brother back onto his bed and crawls over him, sits directly on his cock, and rubs herself on him. He puts up a token struggle, out of shame or guilt, but the moment he’s inside her his instincts take over and he grabs her hips and humps her like an animal.

“And just like that, he needed me again. Shining was insatiable. Once we started I could barely keep up. We almost got caught so many times, but he didn’t care. I guess all those hormones screwed with his wiring. It’s all your fault, really. I knew you were teasing him. He was always so frustrated.”

Shining barges into Twilight’s room when she’s doing schoolwork. Before she can even protest he’s got his hooves all over her. He kisses her until she starts to purr then bends her over her writing desk and fucks his anger away. It doesn’t matter what’s got him so upset. She’ll do anything to make him feel better. Soon it’s all she can do just to hang on and keep from drooling on her papers.

“And Ce-lestia, he was good.”

Shining always was a dedicated lover, if not particularly skilled. Even as an adolescent, even when he was fumbling and she was way, way out of his league, young Shining knew how to bring young Cadance to eye-crossing orgasms through sheer, overwhelming drive, and he’s only improved since. Cadance shudders, and Twilight, sensing weakness, pushes forward.

“Instead of tucking me in, he would climb into my bed and fuck me. Or I’d crawl under his blankets and wake him up with his cock in my mouth. We even found excuses to take baths together. We never needed to ask each other. He was too embarrassed to look at me, much less ask me about my day, and I couldn’t be in the same room without imagining his cock inside me.”

Twilight grips his headboard and yelps into his mattress, over and over, as Shining does his best to fuck her through the bed. He’s pressing down on her wingless back so hard she’s basically bent in half, with her hot little filly cunt pointing right up at his hips. Her lower half is covered in cum already, both his and hers—they’re young and horny and not even halfway satisfied yet. How have their parents not heard them? They’re both grunting and snorting like animals.

Twilight shoves him onto the floor and starts humping his face to ease her stresses. Who cares about being Celestia’s star pupil when her brother makes her come over and over, so hard she sees stars?

Shining crunches around Twilight’s head, holds her in place as he comes down her throat. When she shoves herself free he splatters over her face with a gasp. His cum has that faint sizzle of a young Unicorn colt going through puberty. She thinks they’re done; he kisses her and starts licking her face clean, and soon she’s on top, riding him.

“He and I were close. He was my first real friend. And he loved me more than he loved anypony else. So yeah. I miss that. I miss him. And you—” Twilight sneers, her mouth almost touching Cadance’s. “—cannot love him like I can. You don’t know him like I do.”

Cadance clenches her jaw. Anger and lust are practically oozing off of Twilight. Cadance can’t decide if she should smack her or kiss her. All she needs to do is lean forward. She’s balanced on a line, and this time it isn’t even Steward’s fault. “Twilight, I already know.”

“He was always—wait, you already—” Twilight frowns, her eyes flicking back and forth as she runs the numbers. “He told you?” she asks quietly.

“Of course. We’re married. We share almost everything.” Cadance figures she ought not to tell Twilight about the arguments spawned by that awkward, shameful confession, or the angry, passionate sex that followed—or the occasional roleplaying.

“Then why—”

“Shiny and I talk things out. And I came here tonight because I thought you and I could talk it out, too.”

She stands to her full, impressive height, dwarfing Twilight by a full head.

“But I realize that may not be possible. Something has to change, Twilight.”

“What are you gonna do?” Twilight sneers. “Lecture me? Send me home? Are you gonna tell my mommy and—”

“We’re gonna fuck you, Little Shake,” Cadance says, before she can stop herself.

Twilight leans way back, stares with eyes wide open. “Cadance—”

Cadance stomps forward, gets right up in Twilight’s face. It was always going to come to this. All Twilight had to do was ask first, but despite all her letters and all her lessons, she’s forgotten the most basic fundamentals of friendship. And if she’s not a friend, a sister, or a Princess, that only leaves a whore.

“We’re gonna fuck you. If you’re so desperate that you’ll try to fuck your own brother—” she shivers. The urge to grab Twilight and take her is overwhelming. “So you’re gonna lie there and take it and say thank you and yes, Princess, for as long as it takes.”

Twilight is quiet for a few moments, digesting Cadance’s words. Looking properly nervous for once. She furrows her eyebrows and asks, “We?”

Cadance turns and throws open the door, finding Steward standing patiently outside. “In,” she snaps, already upset at him: how fucking dare he know her so well.

Twilight stares at this newcomer, looks back and forth between Cadance and Steward.

“Shit. I knew it.” She points at him. “You and he—right? I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Oh, Twilight,” Cadance says, looking at Steward.

Steward steps up to Cadance and nuzzles her. His touch is arresting, his familiar presence enough to simmer her anger, at least for a few moments.

She sighs, leans into his touch. “I love my Shiny. He’s a loving husband, a caring friend, and soon he’ll be a wonderful father.” Steward kisses her cheek. She sighs and tilts her head so he can kiss her again. “And there’s nothing I won’t do to keep him happy.”

Twilight stands there, gawping. “You’re—you’re awful! He loves you!” She stomps closer. “How could you?”

“How could you? I’m not forcing him to decide between his sister and his wife. I’m not trying to break up his marriage. I’m not the one who can’t move on from her sick, incestuous infatuation.” She steps forward, glaring down at Twilight. Steward turns with her, stroking her wing joint. “I love my husband,” she repeats, as Steward trails his hoof down her spine to rub at her cutie mark.

“But—” Twilight sputters, stumbling back. Points at Steward. “What about him?”

Cadance eyes Steward, then Sir Flamingo. Given the arousal scenting the air around him, and the smile on his face as he watches Steward feel her up, he doesn’t seem too mad. He probably won’t stop Steward.

“Steward, have you and Princess Twilight—” Cadance bites back a squeak as Steward tugs at her tail. “Have you two been introduced?”

Steward pauses with his hoof on her ass. “No, Princess, I do not believe so.” He gives Cadance another short kiss, then approaches Twilight.

Cadance smiles. “Twilight, this is my steward. He assists me in my day-to-day tasks, accompanies me when I travel, and helps keep the castle running. When Shining is away he keeps me company.”

Steward kneels before Twilight. “My Princess.”

Twilight gawps at Cadance. “So you fuck him. Is that it?”

Cadance pretends she didn’t hear that. “Say Hi, Steward.”

Steward stands and, when Twilight opens her mouth to retort, leans forward and licks her face, from her chin, over her open lips, across her nose, to her forehead. Twilight curls her lip, but doesn’t say anything. Steward reaches for her chin and turns her to face him, kisses her. Steward’s a sloppy kisser, always drools too much. And Twilight, finally stunned silent for once, doesn’t know how to respond. When he pulls back her chin is wet and shiny with saliva. “A pleasure to meet you, Princess.”

“Fuck—fuck you,” Twilight stammers, wiping her chin with a hoof and trying to keep her wings from fluttering. “You’re disgusting.”

“You’re beautiful,” he responds, licking his lips and staring at her with desire and worship.

Twilight shoves him back and stares at Cadance. “And fuck you too. You are horrible. You can’t control yourself anymore.” She shakes her head in disbelief. “Does Shining know? I suppose he must. You tell each other everything.”

Cadance rolls her eyes. “Shining trusts us implicitly.”

“You don’t deserve him.”

The little homewrecker turns and reaches for the door, ready to prance down to Cadance’s master bedroom and ruin everything. Hurt Shining. Not happening. They’re about to start a family. Cadance ignites her horn and slams the door shut, locks it with a sizzle.

“Cadance?” Twilight asks, sounding worried for once. “What’s going on? Cadance?”

“Nopony does, Twilight,” she mutters.

Steward walks around Twilight, eyeing her like a piece of cake, like Cadance was eyeing up Sir Flamingo earlier. Cadance can see the hunger in Steward’s eyes. He’s pent up. Horny. Ready to mount a Princess, and it doesn’t matter which one. There’s no way she could stop him, so really it’s better to let it happen where she can supervise.

Twilight backs up, looking warily at the animal circling her. “What are you doing?”

Steward doesn’t answer. He stands beside her, pressing up against her barrel, and dips his head to run his nose through her hair, inhaling her scent. He touches her wing and trails his hoof all the way to the tip, and when Twilight shudders he does it again.

“Don’t touch me,” Twilight mutters.

Steward ignores her and leans in, nuzzles her ear, bites it. “Hold still, my Princess,” he instructs. Before she can question him, Steward steps his forehoof onto the small of her back, presses her down until her legs are bent, supporting some of his weight, and tilts his head over her. Exhales on her horn, then licks up one side and down the other. Twilight grunts, suddenly stock still. Her breathing comes in short choppy huffs.

“Stop—stop it,” she protests, clenching her eyes shut. “No—don’t suck—”

Steward sighs, then wraps his lips around the tip of her horn.

“—Ah!” Twilight gasps. “Oh, fuck. I can’t. Oh . . . ”

Steward hums happily, dips his head and slides his lips down the length of her horn. When he pulls back he leaves sparkling lines of saliva in its grooves, dripping down onto her forehead. “Oh, Princess. Every part of you is magnificent,” he breathes, nuzzling her wings, then stretches his neck to lick her horn again.

Cadance shudders. Twilight always loved having her horn sucked, no matter how much she fought it. When they were young and Cadance was teaching her about love, sucking her horn never failed to short circuit Twilight’s manic, racing spirals, and tended to leave her a panting, quivering mess. And Steward has had plenty of practice sucking Cadance’s horn. He’s quite capable of bringing her to orgasm—and of holding her back from one—sharp horn or otherwise. Twilight won’t know what hit her.

“Stop, please. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I—Ah!” she yelps, then clenches her jaw shut. Whatever Steward’s tongue is doing to her horn is working. Twilight’s eye twitches, and her nostrils flare, but the rest of her face seems frozen. Her wings, already ruffled and open, spread wide, her feathers quivering. “Cadance—” she whines.

Steward shifts his weight and grinds his cock against her body, practically humping her. He grunts, panting through his nose. He’s really getting into it. So is Twilight—her hips are wiggling, her breathing is short and stuttery. And she’s squeezing her thighs together, as best as she can. She looks angry, but Steward is slowly breaking through.

“Are you okay, Twilight? You never could handle me sucking your horn,” Cadance says. “Well, don’t worry. Steward will take care of you. Just try not to hurt him. I know how sharp your horn is.”

Twilight can’t answer—she’s got her jaw clenched and she’s supporting his upper body atop hers—but she manages to glare daggers at Cadance.

Steward holds her head still with one hoof and sinks down her horn so far that the tip has to be pressing against the back of his neck. His lips touch her scalp, his tongue moving around inside his mouth. He pulls back, dips his head, and starts fellating her. His pace is slow and teasing, but Twilight has no choice but to hold her head still and take it, even as his saliva drips down her forehead and across her eyebrows.

Twilight grunts, grimaces. Her glare is softening as her anger loses some of its edge. Her tail flicks back and forth, and she keeps shifting her hindlegs, unable to stand completely still. Her limbs are trembling. Steward isn’t a large pony and Twilight’s an immortal Alicorn gifted with the strength of an Earth Pony, but it’s still an awkward stance to maintain. And she’s a little distracted.

Cadance reaches forward and touches Twilight’s face. Strokes her cheek. Twilight whimpers, watching Cadance watch her. Being so visibly violated, having her horn sucked and a cock pressed against her, right in front of Cadance—she looks so vulnerable. So young. Like the Twilight Cadance used to know. So Cadance kisses Twilight, like she used to, the way Twilight liked it: slow and careful, but with none of that teasing nonsense.

Twilight snorts, eyes wide, and doesn’t try to stop her. Probably can’t. Cadance kisses her cheek, then nuzzles her.

“It’s okay, Little Shake,” she whispers, watching Twilight’s head twitch and shift under Steward’s assault. “I know what you need. Just relax.” She tilts her head and closes her eyes and kisses Twilight again. This time Twilight lets her lips open fractionally, grunting and moaning. With Steward holding her mostly still Cadance has free reign of her mouth. Twilight’s tongue is rough and wet and tastes ever so slightly of dessert cakes.

Cadance pulls back and opens her eyes. Twilight’s eyes are closed, still. She hasn’t caught up to Cadance’s kiss yet. Her face is streaked with saliva, running from her horn down her forehead and over her cheeks, mixing with her own drool to drip down her chin. Cadance imagines it’s cum instead, from Steward and Sir Flamingo and even from Shining. She licks Twilight’s cheek and can almost taste it. She wants more.

Cadance steps around them. Twilight’s body really is amazing. She’s so soft, and so tender, and so—so pleasant to grope. Cadance nuzzles her side and nibbles her haunch and strokes under her stomach, teasing around her loins. Twilight wiggles helplessly, crooning like a drunken mare.

Cadance leans in and kisses Twilight’s familiar pink and white cutie mark, and lingers for just a moment. Her backside is slick with sweat and her pussy juices. Hairs from her tail are stuck to her thighs and between her legs. Cadance reaches and sweeps her tail out of the way. Twilight’s pussy is sticky to the touch, as Cadance rubs her hoof up and down her slit, hot and wet and flushed. It looks just like she remembers.

Twilight groans. “C—Cadance!”

“Shh,” Cadance soothes. She sits behind Twilight and grabs her hooves, shoving them apart and opening Twilight’s legs. Spreading her lips just a little, and making it that much harder for Twilight to keep her hips up. Steward’s mouth on her horn doesn’t prevent her from sitting, but it does prevent her from wanting to sit. Twilight can’t make any decisions, so she’ll hold her body in any pose, like a mannequin. Cadance reaches up to press her rump in place, and leans forward, rubs her nose against Twilight’s inner thighs.

Twilight quivers, her legs shaking. “What are you doing?” she whines, over the disgusting sounds of Steward slobbering all over her horn. “Stop it! Both of you!”

Cadance ignores her and licks up Twilight’s slit, which tastes just like she remembers, and Steward, for all his devotion and worship, doesn’t seem to hear her. He shifts his weight, rubbing his cock against her body. Every now and then Cadance catches him thrusting his hips against her, his cock squirting out runny precum that drips down her body. He’s leaving a shiny trail of it all over her shoulder.

“Your pussy is perfect, Twilight,” Cadance says. “You still have a young filly’s cunt. I’m so jealous of your Castle Guards. If I had a cock I’d never stop fucking you. I’d never stop coming inside you. Even with my tongue I can tell you’re tight.” She kisses Twilight’s swollen lips. “No wonder Shining can’t say no to you.” Bite. “You know, I talked to him, when he came back tonight. Listening to him confess all the horrible, awful things he wanted to do to you after you kissed him made me so horny . . . ”

“He—Haa . . . ” Twilight moans, as Cadance digs in. “Oh, fuck, you can’t—No, he didn’t—He didn’t do anything, I promise.”

Cadance hums into her cunt, then pulls back to nibble at her ass while she thinks about her own fantasies. “No, but he wanted to. He wanted to fuck your little whore mouth in front of your escort. He wanted to cum all over your ass and lick it clean. And,” she lies with a grin, “he wanted to give you a little Princess of your own.”

Steward and Twilight both moan as she says it. Twilight’s cunt squelches, and a trickle runs down her thigh and drips below her, joining a growing pool between her hooves.

“And I want to let him.” Cadance admits, before licking clean this newest mess. “I want to watch him do it. I want everypony to watch Prince Armor fuck his little sister into a pile of cum and drool . . . Mmm,” she moans. “All you had to do was ask.”

She sits back and lifts her hoof.

“But instead you lie—”

She smacks Twilight’s ass, physically knocking her to the side a step. Twilight gasps.

“—and go behind my back—”

Smack. Gasp.

“—and take advantage of his love—”

Another spank. Twilight howls, her hips shaking under her assault. Her legs strain to stay upright.

“He’d let you fuck him. If you tried,” Cadance pants. Not sure if she wants to hurt Twilight some more or jump to the end and make her come. Both. She presses her hoof between Twilight’s pussy lips, spreading her juices everywhere. “He can’t say no to you. And you know that! How dare you act like you’re offering him anything!”

“I’m sorry!”

Cadance buries her mouth in Twilight’s ass.

Twilight screeches. Her body twitches, her muscles straining in place. Steward may act like an animal, but he’s as cold and calculating as ever. He’s balancing her just on the edge, just shy of tumbling into an orgasm. He gets off on controlling the pony he’s fucking, after all.

“Ah!” Twilight whines, pressing her rump back against Cadance’s face. “It’s too much. G—Guard! Help!”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

A nose joins Cadance’s, inhaling and prodding at Twilight’s other cheek.

Twilight squeals. “No, you lunkhead! Don’t—I didn’t—Oh . . . ”

Sir Flamingo settles beside Cadance and begins biting and licking Twilight’s ass. He has removed his helmet at some point. No longer in professional Castle Guard mode, his unflappable composure is cracking: he’s blushing, panting softly, and inhaling the musk of two aroused Princesses.

The two of them exchange glances, but Twilight’s rear end is too entrancing for them to say anything. Sir Flamingo ducks his head under Cadance’s and slides his tongue up the length of Twilight’s slit. Cadance imagines he’s doing it to her instead. She sticks her tongue out and rims Twilight’s asshole. Sir Flamingo groans and wiggles his hips.

Twilight squeals again, her hindlegs struggling to keep her hips at mouth level. She’s moaning something, but Cadance can’t hear. Doesn’t really care.

Sir Flamingo snorts. His nose is covered in Twilight’s pussy juices. Cadance licks his muzzle, even as he slurps up his Princess’s slit. Their mouths meet, against Twilight’s winking pussy and under her flicking tail. He tastes like his Princess tastes, and kisses like she kisses, too: unhurried, exploratory. Not like Steward at all. Sweet Celestia, Twilight does know how to pick them. If he’s half as good with his cock as he is with his mouth—

“Please, let me come,” Twilight whines. “It’s so bad. I’m so—It won’t—Fuck you!”

Sir Flamingo breaks their kiss and asks, “Is that a Unicorn thing, Your Highness?”

“Mmm?” Cadance wonders, licking his lips.

“Her Highness freezes up when somepony sucks her horn,” Sir Flamingo explains, nuzzling Cadance, pressing his body against her. He’s so warm. “Sometimes she can’t even come properly, if the pony does it right.”

“Is that so?” Cadance sighs. “Do you suck her horn?”

Sir Flamingo actually laughs. “Oh, no, Your Highness. I’m much too afraid of getting stabbed in the throat. Leave that to the Unicorns who can hold her still. I’m a little more vanilla than that, I’m afraid.”

“Uh, huh. And earlier, when you were groping me in public,” she says, tilting her head and exposing her neck, “was that vanilla, too?”

He kisses and licks her neck. He must be able to taste her heartbeat. “Yes, Your Highness. For one of Her Highness’ Guards, at least.”

Cadance sighs. “No, it’s not a Unicorn thing. It’s a Twilight thing. Ever since she was younger. It’s possibly her only weakness, now that she’s as strong as a thoroughbred Earth Pony stallion.”

“You knew Her Highness when she was younger?” Sir Flamingo asks.

“I sat for her parents. She was just growing into a young mare.”

“What was she like?”

Cadance watches Twilight snarl and pant, listens to her swear and curse and insult Steward and Sir Flamingo and Cadance and even Shining. “Not like this,” she says, finally. “She was kind, and caring, and selfless. And so curious.”

“Her Highness can still be all those things,” he says. He steps away to struggle with his armor. “She’s just picky. You should see her with her friends, and the townsponies. Or with Spirit, when he’s not in uniform. Ah, there we go.”

Sir Flamingo finally undoes the straps holding together his armor, then carefully places it against the wall, stretching and reaching just far enough to show off for Cadance. He’s got muscles and lines in all the right places, and he looks like he could plow a field—or a pony—for days. His cock hangs low beneath his stomach, looks wonderful, and his balls look positively bursting. Twilight, the tiny mare that she is, would struggle with this stallion. She probably has.

He looks over his shoulder at her and flicks his tail out of the way, gives his rump a little wiggle. “Did you say something, Your Highness?”

Cadance snorts and covers her mouth, then giggles when he saunters up to her. “Assaulting a Princess of the Realm is inexcusable,” she says, nuzzling at his neck. “As is leaving her unsatisfied.”

“Please, Your Highness. Have mercy.”

She steps forward, keeping Twilight in front of her while she lowers her chest and flicks her tail out of the way. It feels like forever since she had a new stallion’s weight atop her back. Her own staff are all so familiar. “Keep me company while I watch him violate her.”

Sir Flamingo exhales. “Woof. You’re so wet, Your Highness.” But instead of climbing aboard he noses her rump, licks a line up her ass cheek, and leaves tiny teasing nibbles down towards her crotch.

Cadance bites back a whine, won’t show just how desperate she needs it, but bends her back and arches her ass up all the same. There’s no way he doesn’t know how badly she needs to be fucked, but she’s not going to give him the satisfaction. She’s a Princess. He lives to serve her.

He exhales over her slit and slides his tongue from her groin along her slit up over her ass to taste the underside of her tail. “Ohh . . . so good,” he groans, before leaning down and doing it again and again, slurping up the juices trickling from her cunt while he gropes her ass. Worshipping her backside. “So royal.”

He leans back just as she’s thinking she’s about to come. A shudder escapes, despite her best effort to keep her composure, and she knows he heard it. She might as well be begging him. “May I fuck you, Your Highness?” he breathes, knowing the answer.

Cadance gulps. “You wouldn’t ask Twilight for permission, would you?”

“We don’t have a dungeon, Your Highness.”

She barks out a laugh. “I think you would enjoy mine. Yes, Sir Flamingo. You may fuck me.”

He slides his weight up her backside, reaching for her shoulders and shoving his cock against her rump. For a moment he humps her like Steward would, enjoying the feel of grinding against her, then he angles his hips and slides inside and they both sigh. Sir Flamingo’s cock turns out to be wonderful. It spreads her apart and touches every part of her. His hips graze her ass and his stomach rubs against her spine with every thrust. He stomps his hooves, trying to find a comfortable position and quickly adopting a smooth rhythm.

Steward fucks like an animal. His thrusting is desperate and selfish, all about shoving himself as deep, hard, and fast as he can. Pressing as much of his body against hers. It’s all about him, and about making her agree and then submit. Sir Flamingo’s is smoother and more flamboyant. More teasing. A discussion between peers. Oh, to have them both.

A groan draws her attention. Steward pulls off of Twilight’s horn and gasps. He’s panting, his face covered in sweat, his legs quivering. Twilight doesn’t even seem to notice that she’s free—she’s been straddling the edge for so long, under Steward’s practiced tongue—and only reacts when he stumbles sideways, grabs her head, and presses his cock to her lips.

“Wha—Mmpf!” Twilight grunts, as his cock spreads her mouth wide open and slides inside. She gags around the surprise intrusion, stares cross-eyed in shock at the crotch right in front of her face.

“Yes . . . Yes, Princess. Your mouth is celestial. Like you were bred to fit me. Ugh!”

Cadance twists her head to watch, while Sir Flamingo slows to a steadier rhythm.

Steward’s hooves scratch and scrape against the floor with each thrust. He ducks his head beside her and whimpers, “Please, Princess. Yes. Please—” he clenches his jaw, struggling to hold her in place, hold back his orgasm. He never says please to Cadance. “—let me—Mmm—let me. Worship. You!”

He whinnies and arches his back, pressing his groin to her lips. She barely has time to react before crackling Unicorn cum is squirting out from her lips and down her chin.

Cadance watches, captivated, even as Sir Flamingo casually fucks her. She’s never actually seen a stallion fuck Twilight before, has never seen her swallow cum, and it’s spicy. Her face is so pretty, especially with her lips stretched around Steward’s pulsing cock and her throat struggling to swallow.

Relief floods through Cadance. Even Steward can’t impregnate a mare by coming in her mouth. Every mouthful of cum that she swallows uncoils a little of Cadance’s tension.

Steward grunts, spewing his disgusting cum inside Twilight’s mouth. “Prin—cess,” he pants. “You’re so beautiful. I think I’m in love.”

Twilight coughs and gags, reaches blindly with a forehoof to shove him back. His cock flops from her lips, spilling the last of his orgasm on her cheeks and nose. A thick rope of cum swings between his cock and her lips before splashing to the floor as he dismounts.

Twilight struggles to swallow her mouthful. “Ha . . . Haa . . . Please,” she pants, hanging her head. “Please fuck me,” she whines.

Steward leans in and licks her cheek, cleaning up a line of his own sticky cum. “Yes, Princess. I love you. Anything for you.” Steward reaches between her wings and gently presses on the small of her back. Twilight’s frontside drops like her legs were removed, slumps onto the floor. Her hips quiver in the air. Ready to be mounted.

Cadance feels a weight in her stomach. She’s supposed to keep this from happening. But Sir Flamingo’s got her pinned, and she really, really wants Steward to fuck her. It’s not her fault. She can only watch as Steward prances behind Twilight and leans his head down to nuzzle her ass.

“Stop . . . ” Twilight pants, twisting her head as best as she can to watch. “Stop teasing me.”

Steward ignores her. Cadance watches Twilight’s face as he works on her backside. Twilight gasps, clenches her jaw, and alternates between staring wide and shutting her eyes. Her legs quiver, her hips follow his mouth, and her tail snaps back and forth. The smell of her dripping cunt is so strong Cadance can almost taste it. He buries his face between Twilight’s ass while he reaches with a forehoof to grope and molest her groin.

“What are you waiting for?” Twilight exclaims, grasping at the floor.

Steward slurps up her cunt and says, “For you to beg—”

“Please! Please fuck me. I’ll do anything, just, just stop fucking around—Ugh!” she grunts, as his tongue teases her cunt.

Steward hmms into her cunt then licks her tailhole. “If you insist,” he murmurs. He hops atop her backside and sets his chest against her spine, balancing his forelegs over her shoulders. His cock dangles below them, pressing up against Twilight’s stomach. Still hard. Poor stallion.

Cadance opens her mouth to stop him, but Sir Flamingo chooses that moment to graze something inside her just so, and all that comes out is a pitiful “Yes . . . ” followed by a “Fuck her . . . ”

Cadance isn’t sure if Steward hears her, but it doesn’t matter. She couldn’t stop him from notching his cock against her if she tried. Sir Flamingo pauses just for a second, lines them up so that when Steward finally gives in, both Princesses cry out at the same time. Show off. Steward’s hips settle against her rump and hold tight, keeping her filled. Twilight looks like Cadance does when Steward fucks her, and from the arched back and the flicking tail and the twitching hips Cadance knows Twilight is destined for an orgasm or two that will wreck her for the rest of the night.

Juices drip down Twilight’s legs and patter on the floor. Steward sighs with a smile and pulls his hips back, pulls his cock almost all the way out before pushing inside her again. Soon he’s humping away like he humps anything else with four legs, like the castle staff—especially the pretty new hires; he likes them as young as can be and very manipulatable—the occasional visiting dignitary—always well chosen; he wants repeat customers—or Cadance herself.

“Ha . . . haaa . . . ” Twilight pants, shifting her weight to accommodate his. His thrusts interrupt her speech but she finally manages whole sentences. “Finally . . . I was beginning to think . . . you didn’t know . . . how to fuck,” she taunts, scraping her hoof over the floor.

“Ask your sister-in-law. I’m the only one that fucks her properly.”

“I doubt that. You fuck like a geriatric old grandfather.”

“I give Princess Cadance what she needs. What Prince Armor cannot.”

“My brother fucks better—Ah!—than you do. Even when he’s a simpering gentlecolt.”

Steward doesn’t hesitate. “I’m better at knocking up Princesses than he is.”

Twilight gasps, closing her eyes. “Ah! You . . . you wouldn’t dare,” she breathes. “Princess Cadance, carrying your foal? With everypony thinking it’s Shining’s? Oh, fuck. Fuck. That’s awful. It’s disgusting. It’s . . . You wouldn’t!”

“Of course I would. And I’d make him watch, too.”

“Ungh. Ungh. Mmm . . . Gonna—”

“Just after I finish—mmm—impregnating his little sister—”

“Ah!” Twilight squeals, arches her back and comes. Her wings flare wide and quiver, rigid and tense. Everything that built up while Steward sucked her horn explodes. She cries out, stomping her hooves and trying to pull herself free and shove herself back onto his cock at the same time. Juices trickle down her thighs and splatter on the floor. “Haa . . . Oh, fuck. Fuck!”

Steward fucks her through her orgasm. “In fact, Princess, let’s practice that right now. Should I have one of the Princess’s Guards go and fetch him? I bet he’ll come running. Just in time to see me put a little Prince inside you.” He steps a hoof atop her back and stomps her chest to the floor.

“Ungh,” Twilight grunts.

Steward and Cadance meet eyes for just a second.

Don’t do it . . .

He smiles and says, “Just in time for me to give my daughter a sibling to play with.”

“S—Steward!” Cadance yelps, her voice catching as Sir Flamingo fucks her. The stallion atop her backside is kindly ignoring their gossip-rich conversation, like any proper Castle Guard. But Twilight isn’t so easily distracted. Even as she shakes through the tail end of her orgasm she gasps and looks over her shoulder at Steward, then glares at Cadance.

“You didn’t,” she says.

“Shut the fuck up, Steward,” Cadance growls, trying to glare back.

Steward ignores her, focused wholly on the whore underneath him. “Your brother is such a trusting stallion. Such an upstanding Prince. But his wife fucked me in their bedroom that night. I think it was that night, anyways. I put a filly inside her while she still had my cum on her face. We weren’t even particularly discreet. We made such a mess. I’m sure some of the maids know, and I know there was a Castle Guard watching. Why—” he pauses, relishing the moment, slowing his thrust. He’s close, but he wants to savor the moment: he only gets one chance to come inside a Princess for the first time. “Why, I think the only pony in this Castle who doesn’t know about Princess Cadance’s little indiscretions is the Prince himself.”

Twilight groans, twisting and squirming in place.

“Fuck you, Steward,” Cadance pants.

“Princess Cadance says she doesn’t want him finding out, but I think it would make things simpler. Instead of sneaking around, Princess Cadance and I could rut whenever we feel like it. Prince Armor could spend all day with his wife, and then take her home for me to fuck. He’s a kind, helpful stallion. I bet he’d help clean her up afterwards. I’ve seen how fondly he looks at her. He’ll do anything for her.”

Fuck it. Twilight was going to find out sooner or later. Steward would’ve found a way inside her. It’s not like Twilight makes it particularly hard.

More pressing is the orgasm looming. Even though he’s not fucking her, Steward is still fucking her. He knows just what she wants to hear. “Sir—Flamingo—”

“Mmm, Your Highness?”

“Gonna—gonna come—”

“Show me,” he says, breathing on her neck. “Let her watch.”

Cadance groans. Twilight has her head twisted to the side while she watches. Her face is covered in cum and a sneer. It’s one thing for Twilight to know Cadance is sleeping with other stallions; it’s another thing entirely for her to witness it. Cadance struggles to keep eye contact, but Sir Flamingo is making it hard. His forehooves grab at her sides, scratching her and pulling her close.

“Gonna . . . Oh, fuck—”

He stretches above her and bites at her wing joint.

Heat and shame and euphoria wash over Cadance, slow and relentless, just like the stallion on her backside. Each thrust feels like he’s plugging her orgasm up, only to release it again. She curls forward, her wings flared wide and her face contorted in what probably looks like agony but is really bliss. Her juices squirt over his balls and down their legs. For a few moments she forgets about everything else going on.

“You’re beautiful, Your Highness,” Sir Flamingo grunts.

“Hmm?” she asks, blinking the stars from her vision and staggering underneath him. She thinks if his cock withdrew she’d collapse.

“Watching you come is—Fuck. Oh, fuck. Um, permission—” he gulps, grinding his hips against her rump. She realizes his thrusting is more erratic than it was just a few moments ago. “Permission to come aboard, Captain?”

She snorts. “And if I refuse?”

He groans, squeezing his forelegs around her. “Probably gonna make a mess anyways, Your Highness.”

She pretends to ponder, even though his cock is making each train of thought fleeting, and she wants his cum. “I’m not sure. I still have to return to my husband, and I can’t do so covered in a stallion’s filth. Perhaps I could find a maid—Grhk!”

He reaches around her face, clamps a hoof over her mouth to shut her up, and whinnies. His cock pulses and floods her insides with steaming hot cum. His thrusting staggers, but he doesn’t stop, and neither does his cock stop spewing inside her. Fuck. Cadance loves Earth Pony stallions. Their raw physical power. Their bulk. Their casual dominance. And their cum. Especially their cum.

He stumbles and yanks his cock free, its flared head pulling against her insides and still squirting over her groin. Their juices spill out, dripping down their thighs and leaving a messy creampie. He groans and thrusts his cock forward, painting her groin and stomach with another line of cum. The rest splatters over the floor beneath them. It’s like Cadance has her own cock and has hoofed herself to a messy, cummy orgasm.

Cadance staggers, almost collapses, but Sir Flamingo grabs her with a foreleg and gently lowers her to the ground, to the side of their mess. “Easy,” he murmurs in her ear, settling atop her while they catch their breath. He nuzzles his nose against her neck and inhales. Sweet Celestia, he cuddles too? Twilight doesn’t realize how lucky she is.

She looks over her shoulder and kisses him, savoring the rush of hormones and the false intimacy they create. The sounds of frantic rutting and swearing fade a little, under the weight of Sir Flamingo’s hug. Cadance is no love-drunk filly swooning under her first stallion. She knows it’s lust, not romance. He’s not really cuddling her—more like he’s humping and groping her. He thrusts his still-hard cock against her rump, and she shifts her leg, giving him room. He could probably go for another round—so could she. But if she could trade her Steward for this Earth Pony stallion, she would in a heartbeat.

Maybe.

Steward whinnies, perking her attention. Cadance and Sir Flamingo watch as he shoves his hips into Twilight and comes. Despite having already come in Twilight’s mouth, Steward’s orgasm is messy and explosive. Cum splatters out from between them, covering their thighs and hindlegs and dripping onto the floor. Twilight groans, squirming her chest on the floor.

Steward shifts his weight back, pulls his cock from Twilight’s cunt. Twilight topples to the side, eyes vacant, lungs working like bellows. Steward grabs his cock and jerks the last of his load over her side, painting sticky lines of sparking Unicorn cum over her ass.

“Ha . . . ha,” he pants, standing over the tiny Princess and dripping cum on her leg. “How was that, Princess? Do you think it took?”

Twilight ignores him—or maybe she doesn’t notice him.

He dips his head down to nip at her ear. “If it hasn’t, I can come visit you later tonight, if you like.”

He kisses her cheek, then turns to the door without another word, unlocking it with a sizzle

Cadance narrows her eyes. “Steward,” she starts, just as he’s stepping out.

Steward pauses, staring straight ahead. Waits without saying anything. Twilight is listening, too. Judging her next words.

You’re fired.

Leave the castle.

Don’t ever show your face again.

Cadance knows he crossed a line tonight. It feels like everytime he does he pulls Cadance along for the ride. Any sane, reasonable pony would have gotten rid of him a long time ago.

But she can’t get rid of the only pony who truly understands her, and he knows it.

“I don’t want to see you for the rest of the night. Understood?”

Steward leaves without answering.

---

Cadance twists around and cleans off Sir Flamingo’s cock, sucking him just enough to make him think she’s going for another round, before climbing to all fours and helping him up as well.

“Stay put,” she says, nuzzling his cheek.

Her sister-in-law is sprawled out on the floor, on her side. The cum on her rump is mixing with Steward’s creampie and dripping onto the carpet. She’s covered in torn, sticky feathers, both purple and pink. She’s still trembling.

Cadence steps forward gingerly, careful not to surprise Twilight—her fight-or-flight would have her teleporting one or both of them somewhere deep in the wastelands—and whispers, “Twilight?”

Twilight twitches, but otherwise ignores Cadence.

She looks at Sir Flamingo, but he just shrugs.

Cadence presses her lips then ignites her horn. Faucets squeak from inside the ensuite, filling the bathtub. She wraps Twilight in a big pale blue nimbus and levitates her above the bed. Twilight doesn’t say anything, doesn’t try to stop her—doesn’t do much more than slump as Cadence floats her across the bedroom. She tests the water with a hoof, then slowly submerges Twilight to her shoulders.

Twilight sighs and leans back against the rim, eyes closed, expressionless. She might as well be asleep.

Cadence really ought to say something. It’s not like she can’t think of things to say. Sorry, for one. I love you, for another. But for some reason, after fucking her, snapping at her, and disciplining her, Cadence finds that just talking is scary. Bathing with Twilight used to be fun. Special. Like a party, but wet and bubbly. This time she may well have gone too far.

Neither of them speaks until Cadence turns to leave, when Twilight says, “Aren’t you going to join me?”

Cadence slumps. “I—I thought you might want to be alone.”

“Please.” Her horn ignites briefly, and the bath water sizzles and steams.

Cadence steps into the bath, winces, and sits across from Twilight. “It’s hot,” she mutters, careful to keep her wings above the water. She ought not to be taking hot baths in her condition.

“It’s perfect.”

“It’s harder to clean semen with hot water.”

Twilight shrugs. This is probably no surprise to her.

Silence settles over Cadance’s giant tub. Is she supposed to break the silence? She’s not sure what Twilight expects her to say. Is she waiting for Cadance to apologize? Explain herself? Finish berating Twilight for her behavior? Cadance has years of diplomacy experience, and Twilight is the Princess of friendship. They ought to be better at simple conversation than this.

Finally Twilight says, “How long have you been cheating on my brother?”

Cadance exhales. She deserved that. “With Steward? Since I hired him. In general?” She shrugs.

“Whore.”

Cadance rolls her eyes. “Uh huh. And I suppose your Pegasus back home knows about you and your Castle Guard?”

“Of course he does. It doesn’t bother him.” She waves a hoof dismissively.

“I thought you hated your Guards.”

“What other choice do I have? Some snobby noble? Spike? My citizens wouldn’t dare date their Princess. The only one that did turned out to be a Guard anyway.” She waves her hoof. “Sorry, but not everypony gets to marry their—”

“Gets to marry their childhood sweetheart, yes. I know. And I almost didn’t,” Cadence reminds her.

Twilight doesn’t have a reply to that, so she switches her attack. “You’ve got literally the most wonderful stallion in Equestria worshipping the ground you walk on. Why?”

“Oh, Twilight. Have you ever wondered what it’s like to have a heart for a cutie mark? To be the Element of Love?” Cadance chuckles. “Try it. Imagine . . . Imagine ponies telling you you’re not allowed to study so much magic. You should be satisfied with the spells you do know. You should leave the rest of the magic for other ponies. Imagine ponies telling you that you need to turn it off, or else you’re a horribly pony that doesn’t deserve any magic at all. Even though you literally breathe magic.”

Twilight frowns.

Cadance continues, “Then imagine you meet a pony—the most wonderful pony you’ve ever met. He isn’t as good with magic as you are, but that doesn’t make him feel inferior or jealous. He doesn’t mind if you study magic here and there. Maybe even helps you cast a spell or two.”

Cadance stares into Twilight’s eyes. Imploring her to understand. “What would you do to keep this stallion?”

Twilight rolls her eyes. “Oh, whatever. You’re making it sound like you’re cursed. But you’re not the Princess of Fucking Everything With Four Legs. It’s great that you love me, and your guards, and your citizens. But I’m not convinced you need to sleep with them.”

“Well . . . nopony’s perfect.”

Twilight lolls her head back. “I do know what you mean. I could conjure the most wonderful magic once, but now I can’t, and every other conjuration feels hollow and broken, and I lie to myself and my friends when I pretend to be satisfied with this pretty new spell I learned.” She slaps the surface of the water. “And that’s after I have to deal with a kingdom that’s falling apart!”

“Twilight, what’s wrong?” Cadance asks.

Twilight mumbles something, then trails off.

“Twilight . . . ”

“I hate being a Princess, alright? I can’t handle it. It’s—” she inhales, and looks away again. “It’s too much.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing. Everything! I don’t know.” Twilight is quiet for a few moments, then says, “It just all happened so fast. Ponies hate my Castle Guards. Everypony’s mad at me or afraid of me. And whenever I try to fix things—”

“You only make them worse?”

“Exactly!” She slaps the surface of the water, splashing suds everywhere.

“I know how you feel.”

“Yeah, right,” Twilight scoffs. “You’re a wonderful Princess. Your citizens love you. You’ve saved your Kingdom from doom and despair. And don’t get me started on your diplomatic skills.”

“Oh, Twilight . . . ” Cadance shakes her head and slides closer. When she reaches around Twilight and hugs her Twilight offers only a token resistance before slumping and melting into her embrace. “Shh . . . It’s going to be okay. Yes, I do know that. You could be describing yourself. And I know for a fact you’re a wonderful Princess, too. I knew that before you got your wings.”

“I wish I’d never gotten them,” Twilight whispers. “I’m terrible at being a leader.”

Cadance cradles her little ball of Twilight and hmms. “Same here. I’m pretty sure Celestia and Luna feel the same way.”

Twilight buries her face in the crook of Cadance’s neck. All her anger, all her frustrations—all this time, what she needed was somepony to hug and tell her it was going to be alright. Cadance can feel the stress fade, at least for a while.

“You know,” Cadance says casually. “Speaking of Princesses . . . if you are looking for someone you could marry . . . someone who’s not one of your citizens . . . why not ask a Princess?”

Twilight glances at her like she’s grown a second head. “Uh, you’re—”

“I meant Celestia.”

Twilight gasps and jerks back from her grasp. She presses her lips together like she’s afraid letting any incriminating words out.

“Or Luna, I suppose. Though I suppose you’d still have issues with authority—”

“Stop it!” Twilight shrieks, splashing Cadance.

Cadance sticks her tongue out. This is more like it. A wet and bubbly party, where they swap gossip and try to out-scandalize each other. A few wet feathers is worth it.

“I would’ve married you,” Twilight whispers.

“I know.” She sighs. “If you like, Shining and I can help you. Whatever Ponyville is going through, we can help.”

“Could you just . . . stay with me? For a while?”

Cadance exhales. “Sure, Little Shake. For a little bit. But I can’t take hot baths for very long—”

“Oh! I didn’t realize!” Twilight exclaims, jerking back with a splash. She presses herself back against the edge of the bath, as if even being close to Cadance is risking her baby somehow. “I’m sorry—”

“It’s quite alright, Twilight,” Cadance chuckles. She floats back to the edge and climbs out, dripping bathwater everywhere. Her horn ignites and carries over a towering pile of her fluffiest towels. She plucks one for herself and starts drying off. “Do you want to stay in longer?”

Twilight sighs. “No, that’s—” She looks at Cadance and pauses.

“What?”

Twilight snorts, trying to hold back a laugh. “You look—snork—You look like a Sparking Zapalope. With your coat all poofy and staticky.” Twilight holds her hooves out, miming something Cadence cannot decipher.

“Uh huh.”

“Buzz-zap!”

“Get out of the tub, Twilight.”

“Yes, Cadance.” She heaves her soaking wet body out of the bath and reaches for one of the towels.

Cadance swats away her hoof. “Sit.” She grabs a dry towel and starts working on Twilight.

Just like bathing together, drying Twilight off after a bath feels like old times again. If it weren’t for the wings—if Cadance closed her eyes and went off memory alone—then right about now Twilight would start talking about school, or magic, or any one of a number of books she’d be engrossed in at the moment.

Twilight’s thinking the same thing. “I miss this,” she says quietly, as Cadance works to transform her into a Sparking Zapalope too.

“You can come visit more often, if you like.”

“I know.” A pause. “Is Shiny really mad at me?” she asks, grabbing the towel and holding it still. “He’s mad at me, isn’t he?”

“Twilight,” Cadence says, stepping around to her front. “Stop it. You know full well your brother would never stop loving you. You’ve fought before. You’ve both disappointed each other before. And you’re both terrified of losing each other.” She lowers her head and stares at Twilight until she’s sure the young pony is paying attention, and says, “Quit giving up on him.”

Twilight gulps, and nods slowly. “Thank you.”

“And I love you too, Little Shake. No matter what,” Cadance says, before muttering, “Even if you’re a bit of a cunt sometimes.”

“Hey!” Twilight exclaims, glaring at Cadance. Then she looks away and pouts, “Not a cunt.”

Cadance rubs the towel down Twilight’s chest, taking the opportunity to just look at her. Even with a pout, even poofed up like a Sparking Zapalope—whatever that is—Twilight is beautiful.

“What?” Twilight asks warily, watching her watch her.

It’s ironic that Twilight thinks she would lose to Cadance. No matter how loving a husband Shining Armor is, Cadance will never feel that brother-sister love that’s so precious.

“Cadance?” Twilight whispers, as her towelling slows to a stop.

Cadance will do anything to keep Shining safe and happy. She could never lose him. But neither can she lose Twilight.

“I’m sorry, too, Little Shake.” She smiles sadly. “I’d hate to stay mad at you over some boy.”

Twilight grabs Cadance’s hoof and holds it still, leans close and kisses her, pinning the towel between them. A gentle kiss that won’t go anywhere, but it’s nice nonetheless. Reassuring. “Me too,” she whispers, touching their foreheads together.

Cadance makes her decision. “I left Sunshiny in a bit of a state to come here. I’m sure he would welcome your company, especially if you tell him I said hi. I wouldn’t want him to go to sleep without the two of you making up.”

Twilight blushes and looks away. “Are you sure?”

Cadance smiles. “I don’t want him sleeping alone on his birthday night.” And she doesn’t want Twilight sleeping alone, unless Twilight wants to be woken up with a dick in her mouth.

“Sleeping alone? . . . Oh.”

Cadance looks back into the bedroom, where Sir Flamingo is gathering his armor and dressing. “Don’t worry. I’ll find something to do.”

---

Their party is subdued and quiet on the walk back to the train station the next morning. Twilight is a dishevelled mess, with the look of a pony who’s trapped in her thoughts. Her feathers are tangled and rough: Twilight hasn’t learned to keep them oiled properly, and as a result they don’t handle getting submerged in the bath as well.

Cadance is a little more presentable, but she doesn’t feel it. She needs more coffee. She’s wondering what happens next, and the social calculus has too many interdependent variables. Cadance doesn’t see Shining or Twilight smile as often or as wide as they do when they’re together. And after last night, now that things are a little bit more out in the open, Cadance feels a huge weight has lifted from her wings. But they all have their lives and their responsibilities. She and Twilight have kingdoms to run, with all the challenges and requirements that brings. For the while, they’ll have to stick to letters and the occasional visits.

Shining and Sir Flamingo, on the other hoof, damned near prance their way to the station.

There are a hoofful of ponies on the station. Some are still disembarking and greeting family and friends, and others are waiting to board, saying goodbye. Ponies make room for Cadance and her entourage, watching this glimpse of royalty.

Twilight has Sir Flamingo take her luggage onto the train then turns to Shining and Cadance. “I love you, both. And . . . and I’m sorry. For yesterday. And . . . well.” She gulps, and Cadance can feel the emotion building right below the surface. “I think you’re both going to be wonderful parents.” She hesitates, then reaches to hug Cadance.

“Thank you, Twilight. I love you too,” Cadance says. “You’re always—”

Twilight’s hug turns out to be a forceful grip. “Is it his?” Twilight breathes in her ear, so quietly Shining couldn’t possibly hear. But the accusation is loud and clear.

Cadance glances past Twilight, at where Steward is standing. It’s funny. She hadn’t even considered that her little filly might be Shining’s. “Oh, Twilight. I’m going to miss you.”

Twilight exhales, plasters a smile on her face, and lets go. Though Cadance can feel the frustration building beneath the surface, she knows Twilight won’t say anything. There’s no threat behind her question. She can’t spoil the secret without breaking apart a family that’s just coming together. They’ve both agreed that what Shining doesn’t know can’t hurt him. And, surprisingly, that shared shameful secret has brought them closer together. They’re co-conspirators, now.

Cadance reaches a hoof to touch Twilight’s chin, and leans in. With Shining Armor watching—and possibly every other pony on the crowded platform, too—Cadance kisses Twilight, gently and softly. More than a friendly peck. Enough to show Twilight that she does love her, despite their disagreements. Enough to derail her train of thought. And more than enough to remind Twilight who the master is.

She waits until Twilight opens her mouth before pulling back. Twilight’s blushing, her tongue out, panting slightly. But she doesn’t look dazed for long. A genuine smile slides over her face. She’s happy for once.

Twilight licks her lips, then turns to her brother.

“Uh, Twily? Everypony’s watching.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” she whispers, pressing her lips to his.

Shining freezes, just for a moment, before relaxing and kissing back. The emotion pouring out of both of them is heavy and complicated and delicious. Shining’s gonna be in a mood tonight. It really is a shame Twilight has to leave so soon.

Twilight nuzzles him. Now he’s the one that’s blushing, struggling to keep up his composure. Twilight circles around him, steps up beside him, and bumps his hip with hers. “You know, Shiny,” she whispers in his ear, watching Cadance as she says it, “I actually have thought about it. A lot. One day I’d like to have a little filly, too.”

Shining gasps so hard Cadance worries he’s about to pass out, flicking his tail down and standing up straight.

Twilight slides her gaze over to Cadance and asks, casually, “My birthday is coming up soon. Will you both come to visit me then? I’ll make sure we have plenty of cakes.”

Cadance just laughs. “We’ll be there.”