Shining snorted and grunted, the first bits of consciousness were returning to him this morning. As a regular part of his waking up process, he reached out and tried to pull Cadance close. In this instance, he only touched empty space. Confused, and maybe a little curious as to what she could be up to now, Shining Armor opened his eyes.
“Hey sweetie,” said the talking pink blob that sat on the other side of his bed in a distinctly male voice. “Finally up?”
Shining shook the cobwebs from his mind, and as his vision cleared, the hazy blob creature took on the shape of a handsome prince. “What? Oh... oh. Morning.”
“Shining, you sound rather out of it.”
“Sorry, still tired. Also when I go to sleep next to a princess, I usually expect to wake up next to a princess.” He sat up, stretching out his back. “So, why are you Eros?”
Eros gave him a cavalier grin. “What, your spouse can't alter their bodies overnight without a good reason?”
“Well... yes. It's exactly that,” said Shining.
Eros shrugged. “I realized that we haven't yet hung out while both of us were guys. Would you like to give it a try?”
Shining Armor thought it over for a moment, double checking to see if they really hadn't both been stallions at the same time before. As far as he could recall, Eros was right. “Alright, I'm game. Got anything in mind?”
“Well...” Shining watched as Eros was formulating some thought. “Nope.” It wasn't much of a thought. “What do guys normally do together? Watch sports? Talk about mares? Complain about their girlfriends and wives – which you better not do that often.”
“Sometimes. Though most of the time it's just trying to one up each other and joke around.” There has to be something we could do... thought Shining. “Actually, one the guards, Fencer, is holding a tailgate party before the matches. We could talk with them and then watch the matches together.”
“Um...” Eros raised his hoof, like a student would and asked, “What matches?”
“Gladiator matches.”
“Gladiator!” Eros reeled back, looking stunned by what Shining had just said. “We still have those?”
“Yeah.” Shining stepped closer, trying to figure out why Eros was so shocked. “What's wrong with that?”
“Don't those usually end with dead ponies? That's what it said in the history books.”
“What are you ta-oh. Oh! No!” Shining laughed at the misunderstanding. “It's not like the ancient pegasi games. No pony dies. They'll probably be sore for a while afterward but not injured. I think it'd be easier to show you what happens than to explain. So, you want to go?”
“Alright, I'm in.”
***
Their chariot pulled to a stop in front of the Crystal Arena. There was already a large crowd gathered outside of the building – most of which were clustered into individual groups, usually surrounding a cooler or two.
“Now's the hard part, finding them.”
“There they are,” said Eros from above.
“Right, flying. I guess that would make it easier.”
Eros floated down, landing next to him, then leaned against Shining Armor.
Having the guards seeing me with Eros... This isn't going to get me any odd looks or jokes. Here goes nothing.
The guards' party was close to the arena, forcing the royal couple to weave their way through the crowds. The matter was made easier thanks the Crystal Ponies recognizing them and parting for them. Though it still took a minute or two. Shining silently wished that he could fly too just to make getting around others easier.
“Captain, over here,” said a waving pegasus. He had brown fur, a white mane, and Shining remembered that his cutie mark was a sword cutting through wind.
“Yeah, I see you.” The pair walked up to Fencer. The other guards were mingling with one another around them.
“Good to see that you made it.” He pointed over to Eros. “And this must be... damn. What was it again?”
“Eros,” replied Eros.
“Gotcha. Have you ever seen one of these shows before?”
“I didn't even know they existed until now. Shining said it's better to see a match than have another describe it, so I figured, why not check it out?”
“Cool.”
“Hey Shining, I'm going to go grab something to drink. Do you want anything?” asked Eros.
“No thanks. I'm good.”
Before walking off, Eros leaned in and nuzzled Shining Armor. “I'll be right back.” The crystal prince trotted away.
“Heh.”
Shining glanced over to Fencer. “Not. One. Word.”
Fencer ran his hoof over his lips, sealing them. “Must be a bit weird dealing with switched genders.”
Shining slowly shook his head. “You have no idea. So, any of the guards entering this time?” asked Shining Armor, attempting to change the subject.
“Only the best one.” Fencer placed a hoof to his chest and flashed a cocky grin.
“Typhoon?”
“What? No. Me.”
“You don't say.”
“Why yes Captain, it will be I entering the tournament and defending the honor of the royal guards.”
Shining's expression turned serious for a moment. “I want you to keep that last part in mind. I order you to have a good showing. If you lose the first match, I'll be expecting fifty laps around the arena tomorrow morning.”
“Heh, uh, good one Captain.” Shining's expression didn't change. “Crap. Really?”
“I won't have my guards looking weak. Understand?”
Fencer saluted. “Yes sir! Trust me Captain, you have nothing to worry about. I didn't get this cutie mark for no reason.”
A more relaxed expression returned to Shining. “Good.”
They both turned to see Eros near the center of the crowd. The pink prince was surrounded by several of the female guards. They were all leaning towards him, engaged in whatever it was that he was saying. Looking closely, Shining even spotted one of the mares giggling after Eros spoke.
Fencer let out a low whistle. “I'll give him credit, he knows how to woo a girl or two.” Fencer poked a nearby guard. “Hey Typhoon, check it out.”
“Check what out?” asked Typhoon.
“Even a mare turned into a stallion gets more girls than you.”
“Oh, ha ha ha... you aren't funny.” Typhoon's tone was far from serious and Shining figured this was normal for them.
Either way, any comeback from Fencer was cut off when a stallion's voice rang out from the stadium's loudspeakers. “Attention, attention! All ponies who have signed up for today's event, please report in now. The rest of you can come in and take your seat within the arena.” The announcer went on to repeat that a few times.
“And that would be my cue.” Fencer went up into the air, and hovered over Shining. “Don't worry Captain, I'll win the first match with ease. Don't blink or you might miss it.” After saluting, he made a beeline for the arena.
At this point Eros made his return to the scene. “Did I miss anything?”
“Nothing out of the usual.” Deciding not to care about the peanut gallery and any ribbing he might get from the other guards, Shining nuzzled Eros and placed a kiss on the alicorn's cheek. “We should head up to our booth.”
“We have a booth?”
“There's one that's always reserved for us,” explained Shining Armor. “Consider it a perk of ruling the empire.”
***
The booth was high up in the stands, had a nice assortment of refreshments, and a good view of the rest of the arena. In the wide open spot below, there were a large number of thick mats in the center. From these mats, two pillars stood. They appeared to be six or seven feet, roughly speaking. Each pillar had a platform, with a small space between them.
A unicorn stood near the mat and projected his voice out to the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the games to begin! For today's feature, we present a gladiator tournament in the non-earth-pony division.”
“Non-earth-pony?” asked Eros, giving Shining a confused expression.
“Their natural strength gives earth ponies too big of an advantage most of the time,” explained Shining Armor. “This is a combat based sport and that extra strength and endurance gives them too much of an advantage when going against a pegasus or unicorn. On average, anyways.”
“Makes sense, I suppose.” Eros lightly pushed Shining's shoulder. “Are you going to tell me what this is about now?”
“It's simple really. A pony stands on each platform. Then, they're given a staff that has soft, padded ends to them. They whack each other until one falls off.”
“What happens if they both fall off?
Shining thought on that question for a moment. He hadn't actually thought of that possibility before. “I guess it goes to whoever hits the mat second.”
“Coming out of the blue corner, we have Fencer, a member of the Equestrian Royal Guard! Let's hear for this brave competitor!” There came a cheer form the excited crowd, particularly from the other guards. Fencer walked out from one of the tunnels and onto the field. He wore a dark-blue padded helmet and knee pads. Also noticeable from the private booth of the royal couple was that Fencer's wings were tied to his sides.
“Not much sense in a sport about knocking someone off a platform when they can fly,” said Shining.
“Ladies, if you would be so kind,” shouted the announcer. His two unicorn assistants levitated Fencer off the grass and onto his platform. As Shining expected, Fencer took the chance to showboat a little – doing bows to the audience and he even blew a couple kisses to the assistants. “Oh, this challenger appears to be quite confident in his skills ladies and gentlecolts. Let's see if they live up to his swagger.
“Coming in from the red corner...” Out walked a dark colored unicorn. He had similar gear to what Fencer did – except for a cap on his horn, likely designed to stop magic use. There was one other glaring difference between his gear and Fencer's, the color. “Or maybe I should say, the pink corner.” The unicorn's enthusiasm came to an abrupt end, being replaced with an annoyed expression. “I present, Donut.” Many within the pony crowd started to laugh, including Shining Armor.
“And just what, pray tell, is wrong with pink?” asked Eros. Even without looking, Shining could feel Eros staring a hole through him.
“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.” He whistled nonchalantly.
The announcer's assistants lifted the disgruntled Donut up onto his platform. Fencer, to no one's surprise, also pointed and laughed. Their weapons, for lack of better term, were then lifted up to them.
“Go Team Pink! Kick his butt!” cheered on Eros.
“Hey, you can't cheer against Fencer,” said Shining Armor.
“And why not?”
“Because he's one of my guards.”
“So what? This goes beyond that. I want Donut to defend the honor of the color pink.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” Eros whistled. “You can do it Donut!”
“Fencer knows what's on the line. He isn't going to lose.”
The combatants traded blows, each one getting deflected by the other's weapon. Donut was the more aggressive one early on, not giving Fencer the chance to counter. Again and again he pounded at Fencer's staff. However, it didn't go in his favor. He slipped up just once and struck too high, the only opening that Fencer needed. With one quick counter, he slid his staff under Donuts, raised it up, and pulled it away. The speed of his counter, matched with Donut being off balanced, yanked it from Donut's mouth. It was either letting the staff fly off, or to be pulled off the side of the platform with it, not that it made a difference in the end.
Continuing his showboat ways, Fencer waved goodbye to the pink-clad pony and said something to him, Shining couldn't hear what it was, before knocking him off the platform and ending the event's first match.
“Fencer, from the blue team, wins. Let's get a round of applause for our winner, who'll be advancing to the next round.” The ponies throughout the arena stomped in applause. Except for one pink pony.
“He can be a mule at times, but he's good in close quarters combat,” commented Shining Armor.
Eros mumbled an incomprehensible response under his breath. Judging by the tone, Shining was sure that it wasn't something nice.
The rest of round one played out and Shining saw the competitive nature in Eros bubbling back to the surface. Every time Shining said who he thought was going to win, Eros would pick the other pony and cheer his heart out. He had to admit, Eros was actually kind of cute when he was hopping up and down and cheering a pony on. Though he never said it out loud or showed it through his actions, he did like seeing Eros' choice win, just to see the smile on Eros' face. Then again, the quick pout from Eros when his selection lost was nice too.
There was an intermission at the end of the first round, and in that moment, Shining reflected on just how used to this whole affair had gotten over the past few months. If anypony would have told him a while back that he would go out on dates with another stallion, he would have laughed. If they were serious, he would have laughed harder. It wasn't that he was against the idea, just that he had never even considered it. He still didn't, but Eros was different from other stallions. His lean body moved with an air of grace that, surprisingly, went well with his playful personality. There were times when a bit of his mane fell over his face just right as he looked at Shining with that cocky little grin, and it was absolutely perfect.
Granted, nearly all of those times were when Shining was Aegis, and how they felt about Eros was different to a degree. Perhaps it wasn't as strong when he was Shining, but there was no denying the attraction.
“Woo! Second round is about to start,” said the energetic prince as he raised up a hoof, snapping Shining Armor back to reality.
“You're really into it, huh?”
Eros nodded. “It's pretty fun to watch.”
Thinking back to the conversation with his sister, Shining wondered where this part of Eros' personality came from. Was it all an act, how Cadance thought guys naturally were? Or maybe Cadance's competitive side just got a major boost from the male hormones. Shining didn't pursue the subject since it'd be near impossible to figure out for sure.
Eros got closer and leaned against Shining, his head resting on Shining's shoulder. “I guess I'll try to cheer for Fencer this round.”
“Unless he faces a pony in pink again, right?”
“Heck yeah. Sorry, but I'll always side with team pink.”
Fencer was in the first match of the second round as well. The next challenger was more prepared for the battle. He picked and chose his spots to attack and tried not to overextend himself. While the strategy was sound, it would prove to be a moot point. Once more Fencer showed off his parrying skills. First knocking his opponent off balance with a deflected blow, then knocking him off the platform.
“If he wins, we should invite him to dinner at the palace,” said Eros.
“Or we could treat his whole squad to meal as a celebration.”
His opponents in the following rounds tried to be careful when fighting Fencer. In fact, in the finale, Fencer's opponent refused to take the offensive at all. For a tense few moments both fighters stood completely still, just staring at each other, menacingly.
“Oh come on! Somepony make a move already,” yelled Eros.
“That pony has thought this through better than the others. This move is pretty smart.”
“Really? All he's doing is just standing there.”
“Exactly. You don't attack first when you know the enemy focuses on countering. Instead, you make them go on the offensive. However –“
Fencer took the bait, and went in for the attack. As if trying to copy Fencer's own moves, the other pony tried to parry it. But there was nothing to parry, seeing as Fencer pulled back at the last moment. The failed attempt at a counter left the pony open and Fencer wasted no time. With a precise strike, he swept one of the pony's legs. The next blow knocked him off.
“– Fencer is good on offense too,” said Shining, proudly smiling at the skill shown by his fellow guardspony.
“It does seem a touch unfair, considering the others don't have as much experience.”
“There's always ponies with some training that enter these games. Everypony knows or should know that going into it.”
“There you have it ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the qualifying tournament is Fencer. Did he do good or what folks?” They took the cue and cheered. Fencer struck a dynamic, action-hero-esque pose.
“Qualifying?” asked Eros.
“This is when things get interesting.”
“As such, he's earned the right to face one of our top gladiators for the prize!” said the announcer. He went on to say that Fencer would be given a three minute chance to prepare for the final fight.
“Who are the top gladiators?” asked Eros, curiously looking at Shining.
“Very athletic, well trained competitors hoof picked by the promoter. Their sole job is to make sure no one wins the prize money.”
After Fencer's time was up, the announcer called out, “Now presenting, the eighth wonder of the world. The Behemoth, Snowflake!” From the tunnel walked out a hulking white pegasi that had muscles on his muscles' muscles.
“I-is that a real pegasus? It looks like someone stuck a couple little wings on a bull,” said a shocked Eros. “Fencer's dead, isn't he?”
“He has a chance; not a good one, but a chance.”
The mountain of muscle fluttered up to the platform before having his wings tied down. To his credit, Fencer didn't show any fear, but he wasn't doing any showboating anymore. He got low and readied himself.
“Aaaaaaaaand... go!”
Snowflake struck fast and hard, knocking Fencer back a bit, even through his attempt at a block. He had better luck deflecting the second blow and hit the counter. Snowflake barely budged. The progress was lost right way as Snowflake took a small step to the left, back to the center. Fencer struck out again, and Snowflake made no effort to block. Fencer's strike knocked Snowflake a farther than the last time, but also left him open. A powerful swing connected to Fencer's side, pushing him to the very edge of the platform. The next knocked him off. With that, Fencer failed to win the big prize.
The crowd roared, easily the biggest cheer of the night. Snowflake, standing high over Fencer's fallen form, raised his forelegs in the air. His shout of, “Yeah!”, was heard all the way up in the royal couple's booth.
“So, are you going to make him do laps?” asked Eros.
“Only five hundred.”
“Oh, ok... what?”
“Kidding,” Shining assured his husband. “Look, we'll still do dinner thing for him and his division.” He looked down onto the field. The audience was already leaving, and the announcer was bidding them farewell. Snowflake was in the back. Fencer was left by himself in the middle of the arena. Shining watched as his pegasus guard got up and rubbed his shoulder – the same shoulder that was smacked by Snowflake's staff. Some other guards of his division were walking onto the field.
“Let's go down there and let them know they're invited over... say, tomorrow?” asked Eros.
“Works for me.” They headed down the flights of stairs and onto the field, now able to hear the chatter of the guards.
“That ending was my favorite part of the show,” said Typhoon with a grin, giving Fencer a push.
“Hardy har. That guy was built like a freaking manticore. Might as well of been hitting a brick wall,” Fencer said, moving around his shoulder.
“Are you ok?” asked Shining as he entered the group of guards.
“Oh, Captain.” Fencer saluted, but with the wrong foreleg and winced. “I'll be fine. I'll just have a bruise for a while.”
“Anways, all of you guys are invited to dinner in the palace for dinner tomorrow. Consider it your prize for getting as far as you did.”
Glancing around, Shining spotted Eros standing off to the side, staring up at the platforms. “I wonder if I could get good at something like this?”
“Eh, you probably wouldn't like doing an actual match. It can get pretty rough at times,” said Shining, waving off the thought.
Eros turned and glared at him. “And why would I not like something that was rough and tumble? I may not look imposing but I am an alicorn prince. I can more than handle my own in a scrap. Could certainly deal with a simple unicorn.” Eros' mouth shut immediately after the last part, giving the look of somepony that knew they just said the wrong thing.
It was followed with some snickering and 'oooh's from the ponies around them. It was no surprise to Shining that Eros' overly-competitive nature had gotten him in trouble again. However, even though he kept much better control over it, Shining had his own competitive streak, and his pride. Husband or not, another stallion had called him out in front of his subordinates. That was not something he could simply brush off.
“Come again, honey?”
“Um, well...” Eros showed some nervousness but at the same time, wasn't backing down. “I said I could definitely match a unicorn in a competition.” Eros' words were sounding more confident. “And?”
All the ponies turned to Shining, awaiting his response. He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. “Just remember, you started this.” He pointed to a couple unicorns in group. “Lift me up onto the platform.” They did as ordered, and Shining brought up one of the staffs with his own magic. “Well?” A part of Shining felt bad about this, but there weren't many other options that he could see. Besides, Eros was a big boy and didn't need to be coddled.
Likely from his own pride egging him on, Eros flew up to the opposing platform with a staff in mouth. Shining took out of his telekinetic grip and into his mouth. One of the guards – Shining didn't really pay attention to which one it was – counted down. “Three... two... one!”
The match – if it could truly be called a match – ended quickly. The skilled soldier sending the alicorn prince toppling down from his perch and onto the mats below. He spat out the pole and the unicorn guards lowered Shining down off his platform.
“Alright guys, show's over. Go celebrate Fencer getting his flank kicked or something.” On their captain's urging, the group dispersed. A few of the mares lingered for a moment, looking over at Eros, but they too were soon on their way.
Shining nudged Eros, who was still laying on the mat with a rather defeated look. “You ok, hon? You hurt?”
“Just my pride. Well, maybe my side as well, but mostly my pride.” Shining helped Eros up to his hooves, and he leaned against Shining. “I really need to stop being so competitive. Sorry about that.”
“Yes, you really do.” The two walked hip to hip back to their carriage, not really saying much.
***
Once back at the Crystal Palace they retired to their room, Eros leading the way in. Shining hung behind him, and even though he likely wouldn't say it out loud, he was appreciating the view.
“Want to do anything else or just rest?” asked Eros.
Perhaps it was due to the buzz he got from watching the fights or maybe it was simply a random bought of horniness, but something had put Shining in the right mood to push things farther with Eros. In fact, as they were riding back the palace, Shining had to force his mind to think of boring subjects to push out the image of him taking his prince right then and there.
Now that they were alone and had some privacy, he didn't feel like holding it in any longer. He leaned forward, nipping at Eros' flank.
“Wah!” Eros pulled back, raising his hind leg on the nipped side.
Shining pushed down on Eros' hips, mounting the smaller stallion, until he was completely underneath Shining. “I never did get a prize for winning our match.” Shining slid his hoof down Eros' stomach to his shaft, then stroked up and down its side.
“Neh!” Eros gasped. His hips were pushing up against Shining, and he leaned he head back attempting to nuzzle Shining. “W-What did you have in mind.”
Shining continued the stroking as he gave some thought to it, letting Eros shift around and give happy little grunts and gasps. To simply rut the smaller stallion wasn't a good enough option as far as Shining was concerned. He wanted more... The memory of that first night they experimented with gender sprung forth, giving him an idea and a bringing perverted little smile smile to his face. “I know what I want.”
***
“You can't be serious?” Eros stood at the end of their bed, shyly lowering his head. Around each leg was a snug, lacy, black stocking. A corset tightly clung around his lithe, slender midsection. It was the same lingerie that Aegis had worn on her first night of existence. However, there was one addition: a red ribbon tied around Eros' penis.
From his spot on their bed, Shining appraised Eros' new look. “Give me a little turn.”
Eros opened his mouth, as if he was going to complain, but seemed to decide against it. He turned around until he was facing away from Shining, and held his flanks up high. The corset was doing a great job of accentuating his ass. “Happy now?”
Without warning, Shining gripped Eros' hips with his magic and pulled the now wriggle and struggling prince onto the bed.
“Sh-Shining. What are you-Wah!” Shining flipped Eros onto his back before he could finish his sentence.
Shining's gaze moved from the alicorn's blushing face down to his erect penis. It stood stall, practically begging for more attention. Using his nose, Shining nudged Eros' penis. “You like this, don't you?” He ran the tip of his tongue up the penis, starting at the sheath and following a vein, stopping at the head.
Eros moaned and cried out, “Yes!” His hind legs were already twitching.
“Good.” Shining moved up until his chest was over Eros' chest. With a back hoof, Shining held Eros' penis tightly against Eros' body, and moved up and down its length. Shining was nose to nose with Eros, staring into his eyes. He saw silent pleading in them, the desire for him to go farther. “I'm going to rut you,” Shining said in a matter-of-fact way, “I'm going to make you cry out my name. I'm going to make you beg for more. And I'm going to make you cu-” Eros came. Shining hadn't actually seen it, but he could feel it from the movement of Eros' penis. Eros looked just as shocked by it as Shining. He stepped back to see the white mess that now lay on Eros' chest and a bit on his stomach.
Eros hid behind his hooves, and he whimpered. “Oh Celestia, I cannot believe I did that.”
“Heh.”
“No. No laughing.” Eros pointed a hoof to Shining. “You know for a fact this has never happened to me before.” Eros' eyes fell to the white spots on his chest and corset.
Shining didn't give the prince a chance to dwell on what happened. Standing over Eros again, he started licking off the cum.
“Are you... are you really... Wow, that's hot,” Eros said, half in shock and half in lust. “W-what does it taste like?”
Despite previous nights spent with Eros, Shining – technically Aegis at the time – had never tasted cum before. “It's actually a little disappointing.”
“You know, you should never say those words to a guy while in this situation.”
“Hm? Oh! Heh. I just meant that the way other ponies act, I expected it to be the worst tasting thing ever or best thing ever. But it was just... bland.” After finishing off his plate, Shining flipped Eros back onto his stomach. Using his magic, he kept Eros' shoulder's down and forced his hips up into the air.
“Shining, what are you doing?”
“Exactly what I said I was going to do. Now stay.” Shining hopped off the bed and started checking in some of Eros' drawers. “I know you have some...” Every few seconds Shining glanced back to Eros, who had obediently stayed the way Shining left him. Embarrassment was written all over the prince's face; however, his cock was still sticking out, looking as hard as ever. A part of Eros had to have been enjoying his submissive role.
“Found it.” Shining held up a container of lubricant. He generously applied it onto his penis – which was quite pleasurable in its own right – before getting back onto the bed. He had kept a little extra in his magical grip and pressed it into Eros' anus, causing him to gasp.
“Just... be gentle.”
“We'll see.” He mounted Eros, pressing the tip of his member into the tight hole. At first, the anus seized up, clenching tightly. Shining was only pushing in a little at a time, while massaging Eros' flanks. Bit by bit, Eros' ass relaxed, letting Shining go all the way in; it felt like his penis was being enveloped by a warm, tight, soft cushion. Under him, the smaller, dolled up stallion squirming about. The combination of control, heat, and tightness sent sparks of pleasure down Shining's penis.
When he finally pushed in all the way to the hilt, he stopped for a moment. Eros, on the other hoof, didn't. He rocked back and forth on it, letting out grunts and moans. Shining, using his telekinesis, grabbed a hold of Eros' hips and thighs, keeping them pressed against Shining's. Eros tried to keep rocking, but it was pointless.
“S-Shining?” he whined while panting.
“Who's the alpha male?”
“What?”
Getting closer to Eros' ear, Shining sensually whispered, “Who is the alpha male here?”
Eros tried to move around again, but still couldn't. Shining was keeping him filled and needy. “You are. Now please rut me.”
“And who's the princess?”
“Please don't make me say it.”
Shining took hold of the back of Eros' neck and growled in a show of dominance.
“I am!” Eros cried out, his body shuddering from the act, and he mewled.
With that business out of the way, Shining performed like a well oiled piston, pounding against Eros' ass over and over without letting up. Just as Shining predicted, Eros was crying out his name and begging for more. Only once did the rutting stop, when Eros tried to reach back for his own penis. Shining stopped that with a swift, hard smack to Eros' ass.
“No!”
“But–“
“No. Princesses do not touch their penis while getting rutted.”
About this time was when Shining noticed that Eros was leaking – globs of cum were dripping from his head. The two continued rutting like wild animals until it finally came time for Shining's turn to unload. He held back for as long as possible, wanting to enjoy the situation, but his body wasn't going to listen anymore. With one last strong thrust, he stiffened up and shot out squirts of cum into Eros. When his orgasm finished, he yanked his penis out of Eros in one quick jerk, bringing one last gasp from his lover, then rolled over to his side of the bed.
Shining pulled Eros against him, and – in stark contrast to the previous events – lovingly nuzzled him.
“That... wow. I've never seen you like that before. You've never been that rough with me before.”
“It's because I couldn't be,” replied Shining, still cuddling against Eros. “I'd feel so guilty if I got that rough with Cadance. She's soft, fragile. If I pushed or pulled her around on the bed like that, I'd also be asking if she was alright every minute of it. Celestia forbid if I ever left a mark on her. I'd never forgive myself. But you're not Cadance.”
“And with another guy, you don't have to hold back.”
“Yeah. Something like that.”
“I can't say that I'd want this happening too often but... I suppose I wouldn't be against getting a hard rutting like that every now and then.”