Caramel's having a bit of a dry spell with the mares. So, he asks his old friend Shining Armor for some unconventional help. Namely, a spell that lets Caramel borrow Shining's amazing good looks for the weekend!
Caramel's having a bit of a dry spell with the mares. So, he asks his old friend Shining Armor for some unconventional help. Namely, a spell that lets Caramel borrow Shining's amazing good looks for the weekend!
Yeah, it's unconventional. Well, it starts as unconventional.
Three days later, it's way more than unconventional.
“Caramel, my friend, if this place doesn’t get you some action, nothing will,” Shining Armor grinned as he clinked beer bottles with his old schoolmate.
“If you say so…” Caramel said, glancing around and biting his lip.
All around them, Appleloosa’s newest club thrummed. A swirling combination of magic and enchanted crystal floated above the dance floor, occasionally taking the shape of three pulsing cacti. Lasers shot out over the dancers, slamming into large crystals set into the walls. With every impact, the crystals erupted in blasts of color.
Honestly, it was crazy to think they were in Appleloosa and not Manehattan.
What’s more, the place was packed with ponies. Dancing, laughing, drinking… and most of the mares. Not a bad crowd for a Wednesday night.
And that meant more chances to find one for Caramel.
Shining Armor took a pull from his bottle, glanced up to the third floor and smiled. A few silhouettes were visible in the Spring Rooms above the dance floor, doing all sorts of fun things. That was for later, though.
“Shining, this isn’t going to work!” Caramel focused on the lines of bottles behind the bar. “Seriously. I know you’re trying to help me get out of this dry spell, I’ve tried a dozen times in this place!”
“Wasn’t the first place you scored something just like this in Downtown Canterlot?” Shining grinned and patted him on the back. “Give it a chance. It’s a different scene with different company. Exactly what you need!”
Caramel muttered something Shining couldn’t hear and sighed, turning back to his drink. Shining Armor looked Caramel over, again figuring out what he had to work with. Dressed in a yellow polo, a pair of jeans and cowmare boots, his old friend didn’t exactly scream sexy. The wilted ears, drooping dark brown tail and hunched expression didn’t help either.
“Can I get you two gentlestallions anything more?” said a soft pink mare with an easy smile from the other side of the bar.
“Two whiskies, neat.” Shining slipped over a few bits.
The mare glanced at Caramel, who just waved in apathetic agreement. She rolled her eyes at him, winked at Shining and headed off to get their drinks. Meanwhile, somepony slipped in to Shining’s left.
“Buy you a drink, gorgeous?” said a tall gray mare in a slinky black dress that was just barely keeping her chest in.
Shining grinned up at her. “I’m good, but my friend could use a new one.”
The mare followed his gaze to Caramel, who decided to freeze the moment she caught his eye.
“I think I’ll pass. But if you get thirsty, just let me know.”
She booped Shining on the nose and sauntered off. Shining tried not to stare at those hips. He failed.
“Number eight,” Caramel groaned and buried his head in his arms. “Why in Tartarus do you get to be so perfect and I get to be so me?”
“Okay, seriously, is it just me or is every mare in this place about to bust out of their top?” Shining asked, ignoring Caramel’s fatalism. “I mean, I know fashion’s going for the ‘flaunt it’ look, but this is crazy…”
“You didn’t hear?” Caramel snorted, then drained the rest of his beer. “They’re calling it the High Heat! The highest sex drive mares have shown in over a century. Happening right now! This very Spring! In this club! And I’m still hopeless.”
“I… uh…” Shining blinked a few times and shook his head. “No. Hadn’t heard that.”
“Probably because you’re too busy knocking up the Princess of Love herself, if the papers are telling the truth.” Caramel snickered as the pink bartender returned with their drinks. She gave Caramel another look, then vanished before he even noticed her. “Yeah, like you actually...”
Caramel stared at Shining, probably because Shining had actually blushed. It was usually obvious, considering his white coat. And he adjusted the collar of his silk shirt in the most awkward way possible.
“You… you did?”
“We’re starting a herd,” Shining whispered. “Keep it quiet though! We don’t want just anypony to find out!”
Caramel nearly fell off his barstool. “The most popular theory on the High Heat is Cadance is up to something… If you knocked her up and…”
Shining grabbed Caramel by the shoulder and yanked him closer just before he could snatch his whiskey.
“Okay, yes!” he hissed in his friend’s ear. “Cadance is connected to all love throughout Equestria. Every kind of love. And all love is connected to her. So, yes, it’s probably because of us. And if you breathe a word of it to anypony, you’re on your own.”
“Come on!” Caramel cried, shoving him off and knocking back half of his whiskey in a single gulp. He shuddered. “You’ve got to get me one night in a Spring Room, now!”
“Well, the usual methods aren’t working!” Shining snapped, eager move away from the fact that Cadance and he had maybe caused Equestria’s mares to go mad with mating lust. He spun on his barstool and sipped his whiskey, eyeing the floor. “And this is the third night we’ve tried those methods. Time for plan C.”
“Plan D.”
“Whatever.”
The problem was that poor stallion wanted something semi-real. He wanted to feel… well, wanted. Not in some emotional way—though that wouldn’t hurt—but physically. However, Caramel managed Appleoosa's biggest bank. It wasn’t a job that built mighty physiques. And since that’s what mares seemed to be after this Spring…
“What to do…” Shining muttered into his tumbler, eyeing half-naked mares dancing and shivering on the dance floor. “Come on… think…”
“Cadance is really okay with this?” Caramel asked.
“She said I couldn’t have too much fun on my own…” Shining said distractedly as he caught a glimpse of a pair of white mares. “Not without you getting the same.”
“This is hopeless,” Caramel muttered, slamming back the rest of his drink. He was barely audible over the sound of the music. “We should just go.”
That was an option, but there was a problem with it. Namely, after being pawed at, flirted with and teased by half the mares in this place, Shining desperately needed some relief. He doubted he could stand up properly. Tartarus, even the bartender had made eyes at him!
“It’s only ten forty-five!” Shining coughed as he adjusted his slacks. “We’re not done yet.”
“Yay. Plenty of time for me to get even more wasted on the fact that I’m never going to get a single mare in this town to bed me.” Caramel signaled for another. “They’re all too distracted by you, the perfect stallion.”
“Now, come on… that’s not what’s—”
“Shining, you are tenting so badly it’s a miracle you haven’t torn your pants.” Caramel said flatly.
“Uh…” Shining blushed and scratched his mane. Okay, he needed a solution and he needed it now.
He looked around… and more than a dozen mares looked back. Sleek pegasi, strong earth ponies, svelte unicorns and even a few toned buffalo eyed him. Half of them were licking their straws or playing with their drinks in the lewdest way possible. The other half just smiled and made sure their tops were showing maximum cleavage.
“Okay, seriously, I need to talk with Cadance… if she has any control over this, it’s gotten way out of hand…” Shining muttered.
Still, those looks were getting to him. Badly. Now, they both needed something.
Time to try something different.
He smiled at a pair of snow-white ponies, a pegasus and a unicorn. They could have been sisters. The pegasus wore a low-cut clubbing dress that matched her bright green hair perfectly. The unicorn wore jeans and a crimson blouse at least two sizes too tight that complimented her sultry red hair. Several nearby mares muttered as the white pair approached, obviously annoyed they hadn’t gotten the look.
“How bad do you want it?” Shining hissed as the two mares sauntered forward.
“What?” Caramel murmured, looking up. “What are—”
“As in, one bangs me as the other bangs you, then we swap.”
Caramel paused as that processed through his alcohol-induced stupor. “Hey, if you can make it work…”
Shining grinned as both mares slid up to him. “Good evening, ladies.”
They ignored Caramel entirely.
Both of them smiled. He’d seen less eager smiles on manticores.
“Good evening to you, handsome,” the unicorn said, her hand on her hip. “I’m Flexible Spin and my friend here is Silver Blossom. We’re hoping you’d have some mercy and stop teasing us poor defenseless mares.”
“Poor defenseless mares?” Shining had to laugh at that. “I’ve served in the Royal Guard, my dear. I’m sure you and all of your mare friends could take me in the blink of an eye.”
“I mean, he’s not wrong,” Silver Blossom cooed, leaning forward and almost popping out of her dress. “But why should we take when you can just give?”
Shining swallowed, rather glad the folds of his slacks hid what lay beneath. Caramel eyed him up and down—probably wondering if he had a clue what he was doing.
“Well, that’s the thing,” Shining smiled. “I might be up for giving, but I don’t want to be selfish. My friend here gives just as wonderfully as I.”
The two mares’s big beautiful eyes flicked over to Caramel. They both sighed.
Caramel wilted and Shining’s ear twitched in annoyance. He didn’t let it break his grin.
“So, Flexible—”
“Just call me Flex, sweetie,” whispered the unicorn. “I earned that name.”
He tried again before all the blood left his brain. “How would you feel if you got to watch Silver here have all the fun, but you never got to play? Especially if it had been a while?”
“One problem, stud,” Flex said, booping his nose. “You’re the one getting everypony all nice and toasty. Not him. No offense.”
Caramel just waved halfheartedly before going back to his drink.
“What if I say we’re a packaged deal?” Shining replied, trying to keep himself focused on the mare’s eyes and not on… well, everything else.
Once again, Silver Blossom and Flex looked at one another. Something danced between their eyes in that oh-so-special mare way. Then, they smiled.
“You drive a hard bargain,” Silver Blossom murmured, her wings pomfing just a bit. “I like that. A stallion in control… rare thing, especially during Spring.”
“Oh, I know my place,” Shining said easily. “I just want to make sure my friend gets reminded of his.”
“What’s your name, stud?” Flex whispered.
“Shining Shield.”
Real names might make things awkward down the line. However, Caramel shouldn’t have a problem.
“And him?” Silver asked, nodding at his drunk friend.
“Caramel.”
“Oh, the one who runs the bank… huh…” Silver Blossom eyed him again and shrugged. “Well, if he can keep up…”
Shining Armor kicked Caramel hard under the bar, pulling him from his stupor. “What?” he demanded.
“These lovely ladies are interested in a good time,” Shining said with a meaningful look. “Wake up so you can help!”
“Really?” Caramel gaped for a moment before getting control of himself and smiling. “I mean… yeah, yeah! I’d be happy to help!”
Shining thought she saw a smirk play across both of their lips, but with the flashing lights of the dance floor, it was hard to be sure.
“You know, Silver,” Flex said. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t think I can wait to go back to our place or theirs.”
“You’re right,” Silver Blossom replied, her voice smooth and silky. “You think the Spring Rooms are still open?”
“Why don’t we all go find out? Icy Night would never close a Spring Room during this High Heat. She’d have couples banging in every corner of her club! Finding one unoccupied, well… maybe we’ll get lucky.”
Flex finally pulled Shining out of his seat, while Silver lifted into the air and fluttered over Caramel. She pulled him from his bar stool and guided him toward the stairs, whispering things in his ear.
However, Flex paused Shining as her hand played along his absurdly tight pants. “You are a big one. We’re going to have fun tonight. All of us.”
“Sounds great,” Shining replied with a grin. “Just between you and me, Caramel’s in a bit of a dry spell. He’ll be very eager.”
“And you?”
“Oh, I… get by.”
“Why don’t we go find out how well?” she giggled and pulled him toward the stairs.
“Celestia. Damned. Bitches!” Caramel shouted as he stormed through the bedroom he’d given Shining for the weekend. “I swear I’ll… I’ll… do something! And you! I should deck you!”
Shining Armor lifted up his hands at his enraged friend, looking all innocent. “How was I supposed to know? All I remember is you vanishing up the stairs with Silver Blossom! I thought you were next door!”
“Yeah, she led me to a damn bed. Then she told me to ‘rest a bit’ before they came for me!” Caramel snapped. “One problem. Nopony ever came! Especially me!”
“I didn’t know!”
“I bet you enjoyed yourself though!” Caramel growled, his hands in fists. “Probably had them both playing with you at one point as you stuffed one, then the other!”
“Well…”
The awkward look on Shining’s face said it all. Caramel roared in rage and kicked Shining’s overnight rolling bag as hard as he could. It crashed into the side of the dresser and popped open, sending clothes, toiletries and a few books flying.
“Hey, come on!” Shining jumped to his feet. “I told you, I didn’t know! I would have kicked them out of bed if I knew they were going to blueball you!”
Caramel let out a low, agonizing sigh as he slumped down the wall. Morning light filled the upstairs bedroom in his little condo by the bank. He honestly didn’t remember much from last night save for the offer and Silver Blossom’s backstab. The next thing he knew, Shining was helping him back to his place. They’d both passed out for a few more hours before Caramel had put the pieces together, stormed up here and ripped into Shining.
“It’s not your fault,” Caramel muttered, burying his face in his arms. “The one time of year where everypony can get somepony… and I’ve got nothing. I’m just sick of it.”
“Cara…”
Caramel looked up and rubbed his eyes. “No, don’t you get it? I need to get over it. Just move on and…” He hesitated and cocked his head. “Shining? What is that?”
“What?”
“That!” Caramel pointed at a small black tome under the writing desk. “The book with all the squiggly bits on the cover and spine.”
Shining frowned. “Squiggly bits?”
He walked over and bend down to pick it up, then turned it over in his hands. “I have no idea.”
Caramel pushed himself to his feet. “It was in your bag.”
“But I didn’t pack this…” Shining muttered as he opened the cover. A small folded sheet of paper to fell out. He picked it up and unfolded it.
“Well? What’s it say?”
Shining groaned and rubbed the bridge of his muzzle. “That my wife loves to screw with me.”
“What is it?” Caramel demanded. “Out with it!”
“Look, buddy…” Shining blushed, not meeting his eyes. “Okay, cards on the table. I may have told Cadance about your little problem.”
“And?” Caramel stared at him. “You make it sound like a bad thing. You’re married to the Princess of Love! I mean… who better to help, right? Only reason I didn’t contact her was… well, she’s a freaking Princess. More important things to do than help a stallion like me? Now, what did she say?”
“Well, she said that she’d ‘take care of a few things.’” He held up the book, still blushing. “I think this is one of those things.”
“You’re killing me here, Shining. What’s in the damn book?”
“Lust spells, mostly…” Shining replied as he flipped through the book. “Even a few… enhancement spells, those most of those are focused on mares…”
“There’s more. I can see it on your face!”
“She wrote that I should look at page fifty-three if ‘I feel like sharing,’” he whispered.
Caramel stared at him expectantly. “Look, either you do it or I do it. Princess of Love, remember?”
Shining groaned, but flipped to the suggested page. He took one look at the text and yelped, throwing the book away from him.
“No way in Tartarus,” he spat, taking several steps back. “Nope! Not happening!”
Caramel wasn’t about to let this chance slip away. The book had landed on the writing desk. He jumped for it.
“Wait, don’t!” Shining cried.
But Caramel was already reading the title. Then, he read the description, the details and the side effects. He took it all in within seconds. His heart hammered in his chest and his mouth felt dry as he processed it all.
He turned and looked at Shining.
“You owe me for last night.”
“How?” Shining growled, his face darkening as he crossed his arms over his annoying chiseled chest. “I didn’t ask those girls to ditch you!”
“It was your idea!”
“You agreed!”
“I was mostly drunk!”
“You were desperate!”
“Dammit, Shining!” Caramel shouted, slamming his foot down. “You got any better ideas?!”
Silence stretched in the room. Shining broke first.
“No.” Shining rubbed his face with his hands and groaned again. “Dammit, Cadance…”
“Didn’t you try everything to get a mare to look at me?” Caramel raised an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“And every one of them showed zero interest. Every. Last. One.”
“And your final suggestion got you laid at least twice… while I fell asleep alone in a bed next door.”
Shining’s ears wilted. “That’s not damn fair, Cara.”
Caramel rolled his eyes. “All the details are laid out right here, Shining! The catches, the components, all of it! All we need to do is follow the guidelines and we’ll be fine.”
“You have to know it there’s always a catch,” Shining insisted, his voice a little desperate. “Ask my sister.”
“Twilight would triple-check the spell before eagerly throwing herself into it. And your wife is as detail-oriented as your sister!” Caramel shot back. “She wouldn’t have suggested it if it wouldn’t work!”
“You realize what you’re asking, right?” Shining snorted. “Depending on how far it goes, I’ll have to lock myself up in your house until you’re back, just as a precaution. And every time you manage to pull it off—because we both know you’re going for multiple scores—it’ll take a little more?”
Caramel nodded. “And when you get back, all you need to do is be able to cast the spell. It just borrows ‘masculine energy,’ Shining. That’s it. No matter what, I’m never going to pass the point where the spell does anything serious to you. Come on. Give me three days to be you. Please?”
“Agh!” Shining slowly stomped over and glared down at the book. “I’m going to kill Cadance.”
“If this works, I get to kiss her first.”
“Watch it. That’s still my wife.”
“Until she really gets her herd going. Then you have to share.”
“You’re not convincing me to help you, you know.”
Caramel stared down at the arcane patterns and ritual diagrams. “Please?”
“It won’t be you that they want, Caramel,” Shining said quietly. “It’ll be the body.”
“After last night, I don’t care anymore.”
“This is such a bad idea.” Shining took one last deep breath before he finally broke. “Sundown. Tonight. And Celestia help you if you aren’t back in three days.”
“You have my word that I’ll be here. No matter what.”
“You’d better keep that promise.” Shining stared down at the book. “Okay. Sundown. Now, get out so I can study this spell… or maybe find a way to talk you out of this insanity.”
“Not gonna happen. Happy studying, Shining,” Caramel said with a smile.
“Get out,” he groused, but Caramel caught a hint of a smirk on his friend’s face.
Despite hours pouring over the book, Shining couldn’t think of another option, aside from getting Caramel a Consort. And he’d never go for that.
Shining used the last of the crushed leystone to finish the fifth arcane tangent on the floor of Caramel’s living room, completing the receiver’s rune. He stood up and glanced around. On the other side of the room, the giver’s room glowed softly in moonstone chalk. Caramel had purchased both reagents from the local apothecary after lunch.
Shining took a deep breath and studied the spellbook again. This was Twilight’s area of expertise, not his. He shouldn’t be doing this… but…
He did feel guilty for last night. Yeah, he didn’t know and it wasn’t his fault, but… he’d totally crashed and burned as a wingpony. That irked him.
The least he could do was spend a little time looking like Caramel if it helped his friend finally bed a mare. Three days wasn’t that bad. He’d just need to be careful. Anyway, Caramel had been right. There was no chance Caramel could get enough action to push Shining anywhere near the danger zone. He might end up looking good, but not that good.
The only other variable was the time Shining took casting the spell, and that definitely wouldn’t be a problem.
The front door opened and Caramel stepped inside. He looked rather smug, since he’d just informed the bank he’d be out for a few days. Shining hoped he hadn’t said why.
“Ready?” Shining asked as the last few rays sunlight glinted off the arcane patterns. “I’d like to get this over with.”
“Don’t act so excited,” Caramel teased, clapping his hands together with glee. “This is going to be great!”
“For you, maybe,” Shining muttered as he stared at the giver’s rune. “I get to stay locked up in here for the next seventy-two hours just to avoid the weird stares and… other risks. This wasn’t what I had in mind when I came down here, you know.”
“No, but apparently it was what the Princess of Love had in mind!” Caramel singsonged.
“Get in the damn circle, Caramel,” Shining snapped. “But we’re doing one last review before I cast this!”
“We’ve reviewed it like five times already!” Caramel whined as he hopped into the receiver’s rune, careful not to mess with any of the lines. “Let’s do it already!”
“No.” Shining snapped in his Captain of the Guard voice. “We do this by the numbers. This isn’t my specialty, so we need to be precise!”
“Fine,” Caramel said, making a motion for him to hurry up. “Just go already!”
Shining pointedly did not step into the giver’s rune. “What does the spell do?”
“Transfers ‘masculine energy’ from one stallion to another, whatever that actually is,” Caramel droned. “You know you’re not a sergeant anymore.”
“I was never a sergeant. I started as an officer,” Shining snapped. “How long do the effects last?”
“Seventy-two hours.”
“What happens at the end of that time period if the counter spell is not cast?”
Caramel rolled his eyes. “Both stallions will lock into their current forms permanently, the energy realigning to their individual internal magics… or something like that..”
“The important word is ‘permanent,’ and you got that right,” Shining growled, rubbing his hand through his hair. “What’s required for the counter spell?”
“Just the pattern behind cast by a unicorn. Runes are only for the start.” Caramel groaned again. “Come on, Shining!”
Shining glared at him, his eyes hard. “What happens when a stallion with the higher level of masculine energy engages in what they believe is masculine activities?”
“If the receiver truly believes it’s masculine activity, they’ll draw out more masculine energy from the giver.”
“And if that reaches the thresho—”
Caramel cut him off. “Shining, we both know that’s not going to happen! I get it! That part freaks me out a little too! I swear I will pay you back however you want. Blank check! Please, can we just do this?”
The sun had disappeared and Shining could see the stars out the front window despite the glowing lights of the Appleoosa's nightlife scene. There wasn’t much point in delaying any longer.
Shining stepped into the giver’s rune.
Caramel let out a girlish little squeal, then clapped his hands over his mouth.
He’ll probably be lucky to get a single mare, Shining thought.
“Okay,” Shining announced. “Here we go.”
Shining closed his eyes and visualized the spell form. It wasn’t all that complex, but it still took some effort, even with the runes to help focus the magic. His horn ignited on its own as he let it flow through him. He made minor tweaks to to magic as it first touched the giver’s rune, then drifted over to the receiver’s rune. A brief hum filled the air as the runes activated. Caramel clapped his hands, but Shining stayed focused. He could almost feel the magic work its way up Caramel until it finally locked onto the stallion’s chest.
Shining’s eyes snapped open. He met Caramel’s gaze. Then he pushed the rest of the spell through his horn.
Instantly, a twisting, pulsing stream of blue and pink energy swirled into existence between the two of them. Blue light burned around Shining’s chest and he gasped as an alien force unlike anything he had ever felt pulled something from him. A pulse of blue magic slid through the stream before Caramel’s body absorbed it. The other stallion gasped.
“Oh wow,” Caramel whispered. “Wow.”
Shining would have said something similar, but he found it hard to speak as the spell pulled the next surge of blue magic from him and shoved it into Caramel. In fact, as the third one hit, he found it becoming harder and harder just to keep his feet. Whatever this was actually doing to him… it felt amazing. A single look at Caramel told Shining the other stallion felt the exact same way. Though why did Caramel already look as tall as Shining? That was faster than expected…
On the sixth pulse, Shining’s shoulders began to shrink, as if being massaged with prickly sponges.
The eighth pulse had removed all the tone and definition of his upper body with those same sponges.
By the tenth pulse, his shoulders were even smaller than Caramel’s. His hair grew a shaggier, too. That wasn’t quite right, but he couldn’t quite seem to care.
The next pulse worked his feet and legs, shrinking them slightly as he lost muscle tone. Years of time in the gym vanished in moments as the spell worked. And yet he didn’t want it to stop. He could barely focus. He could hardly even see the tall stallion on the other side of the room.
He’d lost count of the amount of pulses when that prickly sponge feeling ran over his hips and his stallionhood. Despite himself, his stallionhood stiffened completely and he almost dropped to his knees as the brightest pulse of all surged across the stream.
“Shining…”
The next pulse did finally drive him to his knees. He felt small and a little weak, but he liked it, but only because he liked the sensation. The wonderful fog seemed into his mind and—
“Shining!”
Another pulse, another blast of pleasure. More things were happening, but he couldn’t keep track of what.
“Shining Armor, stand to attention!” bellowed out the voice of a strong and confidant stallion.
Shining scrambled to his feet just as another pulse pulled free, making him almost giddy, but years of training in the Guard had ingrained certain things into his head. He snapped to attention, though he could barely see or stand up straight.
“Disengage your spell, immediately!” The voice bellowed.
The pony in him didn’t want to obey. The soldier, however, had been conditioned to obey. With a grunt, Shining cut the spell pouring out of his horn.
He instantly collapsed onto a soft rug in a daze.
Some time later—Shining wasn’t sure when—he became aware of a tall and very good-looking stallion looking down at him. For some reason, that made him blush, though he had no idea why. His face seemed oddly familiar, but Shining was sure he’d never seen such chiseled features, such shockingly blue eyes, such devil-may-care brown locks and such a smooth caramel-colored coat before—
Wait.
“Caramel?” Shining all but shouted. Or at least he tried to shout it. His voice sounded a lot softer than it had only a few minutes ago.
Shining tried to sit up, but Caramel effortlessly held him down. “Hey, calm down. The spell worked. Maybe a little too well.”
“Too well?” Shining demanded. “What does ‘too well’ mean? Why won’t you let me up?”
“You’ve been out for a half hour!” Caramel said, waving his hands in the air. “You freaked me out and I didn’t know what to do. So, I just set you on the couch and stayed here with you.”
“What happened?” Shining rubbed his throat.
Caramel sort of waved to himself and took a step back. Shining’s breath caught in his throat. He’d never been interested in stallions… but Tartarus, even he couldn’t help but gawk at what Caramel had become. The stallion had to be at least a six inches taller than Shining had been. His chest and shoulders had swollen to the point where he’d burst out of his polo shirt and the changes to his lower half had ripped his jeans. The creature before him looked like the perfect specimen of pony maleness, complete with perfectly toned abs, a sculpted arms and legs and even a rather impressive bulge in his pants.
“That’s… a little more extreme than the spell should have done.”
Caramel winced, picked up a hand mirror and held it up to Shining Armor. “I think I know why.”
Shining stared at the reflection that wasn’t quite his own. If he squinted, the pony staring back looked a little like himself as a young awkward teenager. But even that didn’t describe his features. All the colors and parts were there, but the shapes were slightly softer. To the point where he thought of his sister.
Shining quickly peeked underneath his now absurdly-oversized shirt and breathed a sigh of relief when he found nothing there. Ignoring Caramel, he did a check downstairs. His stallionhood was annoying small, but still very much present. He was definitely still male… but it would be very hard for anypony to know that with a casual glance.
Shining shoved the mirror away and struggled to his feet. He had to cinch the belt around his waist tight to keep his pants from falling off, but when he stood, Caramel towered an easy foot and a half taller than him. Shining gulped audibly.
“I, uh… tried to get you to stop,” Caramel said hesitantly. “But… it was hard to think. That book didn’t say anything about how good it would feel. Guessing you felt the same thing?”
“I could barely hear you,” Shining whispered and blinked a few times. “Wait… did you say a half hour?”
“Uh… yeah. Needed to make sure you were okay.”
Shining nodded. “Duly noted and appreciated. Now, get out.”
“Wait, but… just like that?” Caramel protested. “After what it did to you?”
Shining started to shove him toward the door, though the only reason Caramel moved was because he wanted to. “Yes, just like that. I am never doing this spell again! So go enjoy yourself while you can!”
“Uh… shouldn’t I get some proper clothes on first?”
Shining stopped. “Oh. Right. Yeah… go use mine.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really!” Shining rolled his eyes and shooed his idiot friend away. “Now go!”
Caramel, grinning, bolted upstairs. Meanwhile, Shining glanced at his reflection in the window. It was unsettling. There had been a few other situations where he’d seen a face like this. Situations that tended to crop up every few weeks when his darling wife was feeling a special kind of frisky.
“Hello, Gleaming Shield,” Shining Armor muttered to the reflection. “Why don’t you just stay asleep, okay? Don’t need you complicating things any more…”
Caramel scrambled back down the stairs. He now wore a black silk dress shirt—with the top three buttons undone—with a pair of black slacks. He’d even put on Shining’s best shoes. “How do I look?”
“Like me on a hot date. If you wreck those, you’re going to buy new ones.”
“Yes, sir.”
Shining rolled his eyes again then marched over to the door and threw it open.
“Go!” Shining shouted. “Go have the weekend of your life!”
Caramel grinned like an idiot and scampered out the door.
“Thank you!” he called back.
“You’re welcome!”
Shining slammed the door, locked every lock and drew the curtains, giving himself full privacy to consider just how close he’d gotten to making a bit mistake.
“Sorry, bud, I’m going to hope you don’t get too lucky,” Shining said as he looked in the mirror again and shivered. “I doubt I’d last long if you did.”
Caramel made sure to ignore the eyes of every pony on him as he sauntered through the growing crowds of the Icy Cactus. He gave all the mares a real good look at the new and improved Caramel. Still, as he rushed over here, he’d realized that introducing himself as Caramel might not go over well. After all, they knew the scrawny, nervous, lonely Caramel, not the towering stud he’d become.
Still, the last thing he wanted to get tripped up. Maybe something simple, like a last name? Caramel Nugget, perhaps? That would do. Right. Caramel Nugget, in town from Manehattan to see his cousin Caramel, or as he liked to call him, ‘Original Caramel.’
Flawless. Anyway, he doubted anypony would really care.
He managed to find a spot at the bar, since it was still early. When the bartender—the same one as last night—turned to look at him, she actually dropped the glass in her hands.
“Oh my,” she whispered, her pink coat becoming a lot pinker all of the sudden.
“Sorry if I startled you,” Caramel said in his new rich baritone. “I’d be happy to pay for that, if you’d like.”
“Oh, no!” the bartender said, waving her hands wildly. “It’s fine. Just slipped. What can I get you, tall, dark and gorgeous?”
If Caramel had been called gorgeous just a few hours ago, he would have gone scarlet with embarrassment. But this time, he just chuckled lightly and smiled at her. She grinned back at him, her eyes thoroughly undressing him. And probably doing other things to boot..
“How about a Manehattan?” he replied smoothly. “And your name.”
“My name is Cherry Pop, sir,” she supplied immediately, leaning over the bar and letting her cute little blue clubbing dress show off her chest. She smiled in a very particular way, making it clear what she had on her mind. “And I’ll get you that drink immediately.”
Before she could scamper off, he set down five silver bits before her. “I still feel awful about the glass. I hope this covers things.”
“Sir… that’s enough to buy you drinks for the rest of the night…” Cherry Pop squeaked. “I can’t accept that.”
There were some benefits of working as a bank manager. The money tended to be very good, if a pony was smart about investments and had their finger on the pulse of the market. Tonight, he intended to use those earnings to get a different kind of pulse.
“Well, I guess you’ll owe me a favor, because I don’t feel like taking back change.”
He gave her a casual little smile. It didn’t promise anything, but it hinted a lot.
She swallowed. “I think that’s perfectly acceptable, Mister…?”
“Caramel Nugget,” Caramel replied, his smile widening. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere…”
She scampered down the bar and started making his drink, glancing at him every few moments to make sure he indeed didn’t escape. And that gave Caramel enough time to think.
This wasn’t him. The way he had just flirted with Cherry Pop—who hadn’t shown a hint of recognition, despite him coming in here once a week for two months—well, he didn’t know how to flirt! But it had been so easy! Not to mention the lines. Owing him a favor as change? It had come out of nowhere! Like it wasn’t from him at all.
Shining Armor.
Shining Armor had always been fantastic with the mares. He knew the right moves, the right words, the right everything. Maybe the spell let him borrow Shining’s good looks—more or less—and his confidence with mares? It did say that ‘masculine energy’ was transferred, but the book hadn’t ever been clear what what was! Maybe it wasn’t just physical. Maybe it was in his head, too!
He didn’t pretend to understand magic, but… it was the only thing he could think of.
And if he had Shining Armor’s skills for the next three days… then this weekend just became a lot more interesting.
Before Cherry Pop could return with the Manehattan, somepony behind him said, “Excuse me, sir?”
Caramel spun his barstool and almost leapt out of his shirt when he came face-to-face with a very familiar pair of white mares. A unicorn and a pegasus. Flexible Spin and Silver Blossom.
“I’m sorry to bother you, sir,” Flex whispered. “But you seem familiar. Do we know you?”
Caramel’s heart pounded in his chest. He wanted to scream at the two of them, but something inside of him told him to play it cool. He listened to that something.
“My dears,” Caramel replied with a little intentionally-over-the-top wink. “Mares as luscious as you simply cannot be forgotten, so I must assume we’ve never met.”
“You’re too kind,” Caramel said, his heartbeat slowing. He was flirting with them, at their level! This was too good to be true. “Though now that you’ve tempted me, I simply must know your names.”
“I’m Flex,” the unicorn murmured.
“And I’m Silver,” the pegasus whispered. From her, it almost sounded like a moan.
“And I am Caramel Nugget. I am simply charmed to meet you. Would you two care to join me for a drink or two?”
“I think that would be… delightful,” Flex cooed as she slid up against his right, since the barstools on either side of Caramel were taken.
Silver slipped against his left, giving him just enough space to turn around before they practically trapped him with their rather impressive breasts. It was like being imprisoned by living pillows.
Cherry Pop returned with the Manehattan, he took an eager sip, though not without missing the dirty look she gave both mares.
“Cherry, my dear,” Caramel said, leaning forward and tossing out five more silver bits. “Please fetch the ladies whatever drinks they would like. As for that favor… I’ll need one more thing before I cash in on it.”
“And what’s that, sir?” Cherry Pop asked, her eyes glaring daggers at the two white mares.
“What time do you get off this evening?”
Cherry Pop stiffened, her eyes returning to him. “Uh… two in the morning.”
“Wonderful!” Caramel cheered. “Then, my favor is that you would share a drink with me at two in the morning and we chat about anything you so desire.”
“That… okay.” She blushed hard.
“Ladies, your orders?”
Silver and Flex seemed caught off guard by Caramel, though they managed to stammer out drink orders. It was amazing. This new instinct seemed to know exactly what to do and how to pull a mare’s strings.
When Cherry rushed off to make the mares their drinks, Silver pouted, running a hand up and down Caramel’s collarbone. “And what if we had plans for you at two in the morning?”
Caramel smiled warmly at Silver and then at Flex. “You pair seem like the type who enjoy sharing. Perhaps you might consider such an arrangement?”
“We’d need something up front,” Flex replied.
“Such as?” Caramel asked after another sip of his Manehattan. Best one he’d ever had.
“Where are you from, Mister Nugget?” Flex asked.
“Originally, Dodge Junction, but I’ve lived most of my live in Manehattan. I’m here visiting my cousin, Caramel. Don’t ask about the name thing, I know it’s strange.”
Flex nodded. It looked like she bought the story without blinking.. It helped that some families did have an odd habit of reusing names more often than others.
“Tell me, do they have Spring Rooms in Manehattan?”
Caramel shrugged, hiding a smiling. “Yes, many clubs have them, in addition to some hotels and other establishments. Why do you ask?”
“We’re curious if you’ve ever used one before,” Silver asked.
“Oh,” Caramel pretended to consider this for a moment before shrugging. “A bold question, but I do so enjoy bold mares. Yes, I often find myself spending most weekends of Spring in an establishment’s Spring Rooms. I cannot seem to help myself. Hopefully that doesn’t trouble you.”
“Not in the slightest,” Flex replied, her smile widening.
Cherry returned with the mare’s drinks. Caramel made sure to give her a little wink and mouthed the words ‘two in the morning’ at her before he allowed the white mares to pull him away from the bar.
“And where might we be going?” Caramel asked as they began to walk the same path he had last night.
“Well,” Flex replied. “We could dance around the subject all night, Mister Nugget. We could tease you, flirt with you and seduce you. All of which are quite fun. But in all honesty…”
“We’re thinking of getting down to business,” Silver finished for her. “You seem like a businesspony, Mister Nugget. Surely you can appreciate good policy as that.”
“Ahh,” Caramel took another sip of the Manehattan. “Well, I have been curious about the decor of Appleloosan Spring Rooms. Perhaps a tour is in order?”
“An excellent suggestion,” Flex said as she guided them up the stairs.
For a moment, Caramel couldn’t believe what was happening. How’d he end up with the two girls who’d blueballed him last night? Then again, the greatest irony was they obviously wanted him badly if they were skipping all the foreplay and practically begging him to take them. Well, why shouldn’t he? Didn’t he deserve that after what they’d done?
Of course he did.
Caramel’s smile grew. This was going to be fun.
Shining Armor turned a page in a novel he’d found about dragons and demons, then adjusted his pants again as he lay awkwardly on his bed.
He’d already changed into some of Caramel’s clothes, but even those didn’t completely fit right. They were still too big. If he had to guess, he wasn’t only shorter than the original Caramel, he was maybe twenty pounds thinner. Even the underwear didn’t fit right. Wearing another stallion’s boxers was not something on his bucket list, but going commando felt even stranger. So, he did what he needed to do.
He was just getting to the part where the ponies had accidentally triggered the seal when a surge of purple magic pulsed out of his head. The book fell from his hands and his world filled with fog.
It took him several minutes to get his wits back together, but when he did… he felt strange.
Really strange.
For example, instead of being pissed at Caramel, now, he was worried about him. Worried if he’d know what to do in the bar scene. With body like that, he might not have any fun if he didn’t know what to say. Shining hoped that Caramel would be able to relax, enjoy himself and—
Purple magic flowed of his head again, leaving him dizzy, lightheaded and absurdly turned on, though he couldn’t figure out why. Even as he panted for breath and grabbed the spellbook off of his nightstand to check for this reaction, his mind wandered constantly to Caramel. Shining really hoped that Caramel would manage to score and score as often as possible—
The third pulse left his hair a little shaggier and his mind a little foggier, but he still managed to find the passage again in the spellbook. He scanned it quickly before another blast hit him.
After the initial surge of energy is consumed, any action that the receiver ‘believes’ is inherently masculine may pull further energy from the giver. This will vary depending on the receiver, as one stallion may consider the lifting of weights to be inherently masculine, while another might believe conducting battle with a sword may fulfill the same criteria. Other stallions may believe both of those acts to be neither feminine and masculine.
The strongest energy drain transpires in sexual situations, which are often separated into the ‘two’ classical gender stereotypes. Flirting, kissing, touching or even speaking—in addition to lovemaking—all have been proven to have strong effects on the giver. Repeating these actions while under the effect of the spell tends to increase the drain dramatically until the threshold is reached.
Shining had studied this section, but he was starting to realize he hadn’t really thought this all the way through. He should have, but magical theory, especially one based on sociological and cultural norms were not his area of expertise. He was a soldier, not a sociologist!
He felt something begin to pull on him again, a sensation so strong he could feel it across his entire body. The spellbook fell from his trembling hands as he let out an intensely ecstatic moan as pink magic swirled around him as both purple and blue magic slipped out his body…
Caramel fell back into bed, bouncing the sweaty and very pleased looking Flex beside him. Meanwhile, Silver remained crying out softly as she rode out her wing-pomfing orgasm on his stallionhood. His hips continued to buck softly, even though he had already spent his second load for the night. He still felt rock hard, too!. Tartarus, he felt like he could go for days.
He rolled his hips softly as the naked white pegasus began to slow, her enormous breasts swaying as she finally fell off him and dropped onto the other side of the bed. Smiling to himself, he wrapped his arms around the two mares, who instinctively cuddled against him.
“Having a good time?” Caramel cooed with a smirk. He’d given up on figuring out where these perfect words were coming from. He was too busy enjoying what the words got him.
“Oh yes,” Flex murmured, her eyes half-lidded and very hungry.
“Mmmhmm…” Silver whispered with another delighted sigh. “Even that stallion last night didn’t fill me this well…”
So, Caramel was a better lay than Shining Armor. He liked that.
“But it looks like you’re not done,” Flex whispered as her hand wandered down and began to stroke him softly. “And that’s twice now…”
Caramel shrugged, even though he didn’t have a clue what this new body could really do. “It’s a knack, really.”
“Hey Silver?” Flex asked.
“Yeah, Flexy?” Silver asked.
“Wanna see how many he has in him?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Flex and Silver slipped up, only to kneel on either side of him. Then, they began to slowly make out over his stallionhood. Caramel couldn’t help but buck to their assault, moaning happily.
He’d never felt more like a real stallion in his life! And he planned to get at least two more out of each girl before he went downstairs for another mare or three. He would keep his morning date with Cherry Pop, of course. Though, he suspected the drinks wouldn’t last long.
He groaned as the expert attention of the heat-addled mares started the chain-reaction and his stallionhood began to jerk on its own. Both girls squealed and redoubted their efforts.
Considering how slutty these two mares had ended up being around him, he doubted he would have any trouble finding mares willing to play.
He climaxed and the girls began to ‘fight’ over the chance to taste him.
Shining Armor thrashed on his bed and came hard, though again nothing came out of his now-tiny stallionhood. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t stop the pulses from being pulled out of his body. Shields or wards did nothing against the spell, probably because it was coming from him.
To make matters worse, the magic flowing out of him had changed. There wasn’t a hint of blue or purple in the energy flows now, only a bright pink. He didn’t understand the change in color, but he knew exactly what was happening to him now.
He’d been forced to remove his clothing, since his entire body had become hypersensitive. Even the feeling of the sweat-soaked blanket against his back was almost unbearably erotic. His white coat was matted all over and his blue mane was plastered to his head where it wasn’t sprayed out over his pillow.
“Damn… you Caramel…” he said through gritted teeth. “Damn you and… damn your… lusts…”
Lust was about all that was left in his head now. It took everything he had not to fondle the small A-cup now decorating his chest, or run a hand along his widening hips.
He knew what was coming… his only hope was that Caramel would pass out before it did. Then maybe he could get to the stallion and put a stop to this before it went any further…
Caramel smiled down at the flushed, gasping face of the beautiful pink bartender as he gently rocked his cock into her folds. She immediately stiffened and moaned out his name, wrapping her arms around his neck before dragging him down for another kiss. This one really loved making out. Their tongues danced even as he slid further and further into her hot marehood.
Finally, he hilted within her and she squealed, her back arching, her naked breasts bouncing slightly as she clutched at the sheets to the Spring Room’s bed.
“Oh Celestia!” she cried, her eyes huge. “How big are you!?”
Caramel grinned. “As big as I need to be to fill you up.”
Cherry Pop’s hands grabbed his shoulders in claws, as feral lust overwhelmed her expression. “And that’s exactly what you’re going to do with me. I’ve wanted this for so long!”
He barely registered the mare’s lusty words. He darted down and suckled one of her sweat-soaked nipples. She squealed and bucked, her legs spread wide.
“And what? The last three times didn’t count?”
“I’m not going to be happy until you finally soften or I pass out!” Cherry Pop cried, her hips still bucking and bouncing.
“I don’t think I can soften, Cherry,” Caramel said with a smirk.
“Then pump me full and knock me out!” the bartender shouted as she yanked him down for another kiss, smashed their bodies together and moaned.
It would be rude to refuse her, really. So, he rutted her exactly as she so desperately craved.
All the colors had come back in a flash. Pink, purple and blue magic swirled around him. He felt like everything inside of him was sliding into the magical vortex connecting him to Caramel. He needed to fight it. But the counterspell wouldn’t work unless Caramel was here. Caramel needed to be here… for him… He needed Caramel.
Celestia, he needed Caramel. Bad.
No, wait… did he?
His mind had been drifting in strange spaces through most of the night, lost in a daze of odd visions of very horny mares, mind-numbing pleasure and feeling bits of himself slip away. Somewhere in all of that, he was pretty sure he’d slept, but he could hardly be sure. Everything seemed so jumbled and confused now.
It would be easier just to let it all go. Why should he fight it anyway? What was he holding onto? He wasn’t even sure. And considering how good it felt to let go… why not? They had been a good reason once… but that didn’t matter anymore. It’s not like he had a choice anymore.
He felt a kiss on his forehead and smiled faintly. The kiss helped. He should let go. He needed to. He really needed to.
So he did.
The swirl of magic slipped out of Shining Armor, pulled by the same force that had created orgasm after orgasm. It felt strange to watch it go.
It felt even stranger to slip into blackness as everything… changed.
A few hours later, the sun shone down on the bed where Shining Armor had spent most of the night thrashing, moaning and cumming. However, Shining Armor was no longer there.
Instead, Gleaming Shield opened her eyes and winced at Celestia’s sun.
She felt odd. Stark naked on top of the sheets, with no Cadance in sight. She glanced at the window. These weren’t the Royal Chambers. That looked like… Appleloosa? That wasn’t right. Why wasn’t she in the Empire? Every time she’d ever woken up, she’d been in the Empire.
She frowned and ran a comforting hand down her bod—
She glanced down at herself and froze. Why in the world did she have C-cup breasts? Was this some sort of cruel joke? Did somepony use a reduction spell on her? She’d find whoever did this and kick their flank into the nearest wall until she got her big heavy tits back! Cadance and her had picked them out special!
But that wasn’t all that was wrong. Her ass was smaller! She seemed somehow taller, too! Cadance had a thing for petite mares and she liked being her petite little tramp! And her hips were thin! Her body wasn’t nearly as toned as it normally was. What was going on?
She swore under her breath and swung out of bed, determined to figure out where she was and what had happened, only to step on a book with her bare feet. She yelped and fell back on the bed, more startled than hurt. She never left anything by the bedside!
She snatched up the offending book and glared down at it. It looked like a spellbook, though she didn’t recognize the author. She was a military mare, not a sorceress, after all. She picked it up and idly flipped through it, ignoring the rumbling in her stomach.
She froze again when she reached page fifty-three. It seemed… familiar. She stared at it intently, idly caressing one of her too-small breasts. She felt warm. Why?
Her stomach rumbled again and she groaned. Grabbing the book, she headed downstairs to find something to eat. Maybe she could think straight on a full stomach.
And then she’d get some answers, one way or another!
Caramel smiled as he woke up to Friday’s sun streaming in through the skylight. Oh, and the lips around his cock. He put his arms up behind his head and glanced down to see a head of dark blue hair bobbing eagerly on his dick.
“A wonderful way to way up, I have to say,” Caramel said. Which one was this one again? He’d met her in his previous life…
Blue eyes looked up at him from a yellow-coated face. She met his smile as she slowly slid off his cock.
“Ya know Ah always aim to please,” she giggled. “After what ya did to me last night… seemed the least Ah could do.”
Caramel’s smile grew as he remembered more of last night… including this buxom country mare. “You were spectacular last night, Fiddly Twang. You didn’t have to do anything special.”
Fiddly blushed furiously and not all of it was embarrassment. He knew that look in her eyes all to well now. He’d seen it all night. And he loved it.
“You want to do something special anyway, don’t you Fiddly?”
“Oh yes, Mister Nugget,” Fiddly answered earnestly with a grin. “After all, before Ah saw ya, Ah was sure Ah’d never see a stallion Ah’d like.”
“You telling me I turned you straight, Fiddly?” Caramel asked as he adjusted position, his chiseled body glistening with soft sweat. Fiddly moved with him, apparently not willing to let his still-hard cock go far.
“You ain’t that good, Mister Nugget. Just ain’t liked the stallions around these parts for a while, now. Ah have an understanding with a few girls around town and we get by. Ah was looking for one when Ah sight of ya at the bar… and well… Ah’d never felt the heat as bad as Ah had then…”
Caramel grinned. One night and he’d already had more plot than he’d had in his entire life. Still, time to move this party along. “Well, I’m sure Icy Night’s going to want her Spring Room back…”
“That’s not what she said last night,” Fiddle giggled as she crawled forward to nestle his cock in between her breasts. She kissed him on the lips. “She said that such a fine stallion was more than welcome to stay the entire weekend here. Free of charge… save for rockin’ her world once for every night of yer stay.”
She slid her wonderfully furry breasts down his length, then wrapped her lips around his cock. She gave him a little bob, giggling as he moaned.
“So… you’re saying I get to stay here for the weekend?” he said, stunned.
It would have been awkward to go back to his place with Shining there, but he’d never expected this. To stay in a Spring Room, those places bars, hotels and the like reserved for either quick hookups or desperate mating when mares went into heat…
“She’ll provide meals, entertainment, the whole thing. She’s even staying open all day, as long as ya occasionally come down to the bar,” Fiddly said in between suckles. “Ah think she might just be in love with this cock of yers… Ah know Ah am.”
He had the biggest Spring Room in the Icy Cactus for the weekend. The club would stay open. He’d never be short on girls to plow, if last night was any indication. Free room and board just for being a stud.
“Well, we should get breakfast, don’t you think?” he said coyly.
“Ah have part of mine right here,” she cooed as she stroked him softly.
“And you’re not allowed to wear any clothes until after you get the rest, you got that Fiddly?” Caramel said with a smile.
She looked up at him, a flash of annoyance on her face until she saw the smile. “But of course, sir.”
He laughed. She giggled.
“But Ah want my treat first. Ah wanted to wake ya up by cumming to a blowjob… Ah guess y’all just have to start the day with one.”
“I doubt you’ll be the only one giving me one this morning,” he pointed out.
“No… but Ah get to be first!”
She wrapped her lips around his cock and began to bob in earnest, moaning softly, sending vibration up his cock and through his balls, hips and spine.
He knew he wouldn’t last long, but that was okay.
There were going to be plenty more opportunities to enjoy himself today.
Gleaming Shield slurped down the last of her cereal, but was no closer to figuring out the strange diagram in the book. It was just a spell for transferring male energy. Why did she care?
More importantly, where was she and why couldn’t she remember how she’d gotten here? She glanced at the door, but some piece of her told her very clearly it wasn’t safe for her outside right now.
She glared at the book. It’s almost as if…
Gleaming let out a piercing, lusty cry as a swirl of magic caressed her breasts and stomach. Her back arched instinctively as something swirled out of her head. Magic pulsed around her tits like a thousand hands stroking her to a boobgasm. Then, something she knew she didn’t want got pulled from her. It had been something blocking her from being… well, her.
As it came away, her breasts swelled out to a respectable DD-cup. Not the size she was used to, but a decent size for a mare. Big enough to draw eyes. The loss of that thing also adjusted a few other things, giving her back some of her ass and hips. She felt so much better as the magic vanished. She wasn’t complete but she was far closer.
Sweat matted her coat as she came down from her climax, a little light headed as she caressed her improved bust.
Then, her eyes found the book. In a flash, she figured it out.
“Shining Armor…” she sighed. “What did you get yourself into this time?”
Another swirl fondled her and she couldn’t stop herself from slipping a few fingers into her aching sex.
That’s when the first of the familiar sensations of Spring hit her.
“Oh… that’s… way stronger heat than I’m… oh!”
Gleaming cried out again, wondering who was pulling this all from her as her chest swelled again and need nearly overwhelmed her.
She froze as she realized what the idiot Shining Armor had done. Well, mostly froze. The three fingers in her pulsing sex definitely didn’t freeze. She used that sensation to focus just like Cadance had taught her. It had been a little weird, but it tended to work. It let her think when the lust spiked hard.
Shining Armor had given up his masculinity to somepony, probably as a favor. But the spell was still draining him—her. She still couldn’t remember much, only little glimpses.
Now, she was sure he hadn’t even considered that the Spring Heat might hit Gleaming even worse than most mares. If she stepped outside, she’d be on her back in seconds with a big strong stallion between her legs. And she wanted it. Wanted it bad. The image was so intense! Her body ached to be knocked up! Every fiber of her demanded it. Worse, there was no way should could even attempt the contraception spell.
If she could pull that off, she’d just walk outside and let nature take it’s course.
She grabbed the book and scrambled upstairs. The only pony who had ever done this to her was Cadance, so she probably had a plan, right?
She found the plan three minutes into her search. Three seconds later, the plan was impaled her needy sex, already giving the sensation of spasming as the enchanted dildo did its work.
It wouldn’t last forever. Soon, her body would crave the real thing. If she was lucky… well… maybe she could hold out until then.
For now, the lusty mare focused on the dildo inside of her and tried very hard to think of somepony rutting her before she got somepony real to do the job.
Caramel woke up to the familiar face of Little Strongheart, her beautiful brown coat glistening in the late morning light of Saturday. She was snuggled up beside him on the bed, looking up with one adorable violet eye, the other one hidden by a lock of messy blonde hair. He’d spent half of yesterday doing things with this gorgeous woman, none of which required clothes of any kind.
“Sleep well?” Strongheart asked sweetly.
“You have no idea…” Caramel said as he leaned over and squeezed one of her impressive breasts.
Instantly, Strongheart’s eyes crossed as a small stream of milk leaked from her. Buffalo females—they hated being called cows—tended to react to the Spring’s Heat a little differently than pony mares. After drinking himself into a stupor—and a few milk-laced shots—he decided he liked the buffalo way.
“Thirsty already?” she asked.
“I could go for a drink from the most beautiful buffalo in the South,” Caramel smiled, caressing her face.
It still surprised him that the daughter of the Chief of the Buffalo could blush.
“Well, they’re a little low right now…” Strongheart said, her eyes playful as she teased a lock of her hair. “I might need a good rut to get them nice and full.”
“Oh, is that all?” Caramel turned over in bed and propped his head up with an arm. “A good rut, huh?”
“Think so,” she hummed.
“Well… Caramel Nugget does like his lovers happy. How’d you like it?”
Little Strongheart tapped her chin as she considered it, though they both knew what her answer would be.
“From behind, like the animal I am,” she said with a smile.
“That can be arranged,” Caramel grinned as she leaned down to kiss her. They slowly moved toward the edge of the bed and she giggled.
Less than a minute later, as Little Strongheart presented her aching pussy to him, Caramel wondered how in the world he could ever give this up…
By the time Caramel had finished fucking whatever beautiful mare he’d ended up with that morning, Gleaming Shield had been reduced in a panting wreck, moaning and stroking her new heavy EE-cup breasts.
The dildo was still buried inside of her, now thicker and longer due to Gleaming’s sporadic magic into it. She hadn’t dared take it out yesterday except for when absolutely necessary. She suspected today might be just as bad. Orgasm after orgasm crashed through her as the spell sucked every single iota of masculinity from her.
Only problem was she didn’t have much left, so now, it stoked her femininity.
She’d pieced together most of what happened from Shining Armor’s letters to Caramel, which had still been in his bedroom. While she hadn’t been able to see what Caramel had written, it wasn’t hard to figure out.
She thought she was doing pretty well, all things considering. She was holding it together. More or less. She might have opened her bedroom window and toyed with a few stallions who made her do things to make her cum. It helped take the edge off.
Gleaming suspected she’d do it today a lot of if she managed not to break. At the moment, she didn’t care if she was acting like some sort of brothel attraction. She couldn’t trust herself around stallions up close. Every fantasy now involved get getting filled over and over with heat-soothing and foal-making seed.
So, she had to wonder… what would happen when Caramel came home?
She shoved the dildo into herself hard to drive that thought out of her mind. But some piece of her started building a little fantasy. It wouldn’t come true, of course, but she could cum to it all the same.
After Icy Night had gotten her fill—she always loved to be on top—Caramel took a break for some lunch. It was Sunday, the last day. At least, he thought it was. After all, he’d barely left the room. Icy Night’s decision to leave the club open for the weekend had made mares turn out in record numbers. It had reached the point where Icy Night had a stallion stand outside the Spring Room door casting contraceptive spells on any mare wanting to visit him
He must had fucked half of the female population of Appleloosa at this point. He wondered how many mares had turned down the spell. He didn’t dare to use one on himself… who knew how that magic would interact with what he had become?
That spell Shining had used… was beyond belief. Every time he had a mare begging for more, he felt stronger. He’d ended up going five rounds with Silver and Flex again last night before the beautiful pink bartender had claimed him as the one he’d wake up to. She’d been a little odd. She’d actually wanted more cuddling than sex, but it had been a nice change.
Come to think of it, Little Strongheart had come back for the same thing this morning. In fact, Cherry and Strongheart had shared that cuddle for a while. Huh. Maybe… but, nah. That was silly.
He devoured his salad and sandwich, then downed three bottles of water. He knew that in a few hours, he’d have to give this up, or screw over Shining Armor. He wasn’t going to do that. Shining had given him a weekend of endless lust and total debauchery. No, he’d have to find some way to make it up to Shining.
He glanced down and smirked. His stallionhood was still strong and hard. It only slackened when he went down to the dance floor, at least until some mare tried to get some out of him, but Icy Nights had been very clear that she wasn’t going to have an orgy on the dance floor. That’s what the Spring Rooms were for.
Well, soon, it would be over and he’d go back to himself and…
There was a knock at the door. Caramel frowned. His lunch break wasn’t up yet.
“Who is it?”
“Cherry Pop,” said the cheerful but oddly timid voice of the bartender.
“Oh, uh… come in!”
Cherry Pop slipped in and closed the door behind her. She was dressed in a fairly simple sundress. Nothing like what she’d worn for him before. She smiled at him, her eyes big… but there was something in that expression…
“You okay, Cherry?”
“I know who you are, Caramel.”
Caramel froze, his heart stopping in his chest. “You… uh… what?”
“I know who you are,” Cherry said as she slipped over to the table and took the other chair. She reached for his hands and smiled wider.
“You… how?”
Cherry Pop rolled her eyes. “You know, you asked out nearly every mare in Appleloosa before you became this… stud. But you never bothered to ask the help.”
He tried to say something, but nothing came out. He just stared at her. This… this wasn’t happening. Was it?
“Listen, don’t get me wrong, I love this new you. That’s why I wanted you again last night… and this morning. Three times.” She took a breath, the words practically tumbling over each other. “But… I also like the old you. I’m a modern mare, Caramel. I don’t know how you changed, but if it’s staying… I’d love to be part of your herd. I think Little Strongheart’s sweet on you, too. But I thought you should know. Whatever you did, if you have to go back… I’d love a proper date.”
Caramel’s brain—without all the flirting power he’d taken from Shining—finally rebooted and he nodded. “I… uh… okay. I’d… actually really like that.”
“Really?”
Caramel nodded.
“Oh good,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief. “After Wednesday night, I wanted to punch you, I swear and now… well… okay, it’s out in the open. Now… um… You do have to go back, don’t you?”
Caramel nodded again. “In a few hours. Icy’s going to smuggle me out the back.”
“Yeah, I guessed it was something like that. I don’t suppose you’d like to…”
Caramel grinned and pulled her over. She squeaked and ended up in his lap. While she might be in a sweet sundress, it quickly became apparent there was nothing beneath it.
“You naughty mare,” he teased as his hands began to wander.
“I blame you,” she moaned.
“I’m okay with that. Blame me for the next thing, too.”
He tossed her on the bed. She squealed and laughed, then he was on top of her… and for the first time, the look in the mare’s eyes was more than lust.
Gleaming slowly bounced on the couch. She knew she should eat, but nothing sounded appealing.
Nothing but getting a real cock in her Spring-infected pussy.
She’d moved the couch in the living room to face the door, with a towel under her naked body. She’d managed to get a shower in sometime in the night, probably while Caramel had been sleeping. But the orgasms after had wrecked her coat and done a number on her hair. Now, she could only stare numbly at the door. The book was opened to the right page on an endtable to her left, ready at any moment to cast the counterspell to restore Caramel and herself.
She kept bouncing, wishing her enchanted dildo offered her even a hint of relief. It didn’t. All because of Caramel.
Caramel.
Most of her thoughts focused on him now, despite the fact that all of her memories had slowly returned. She wondered who he was fucking. She wondered if she was as busty as her. If she were as slutty as her. If she knew as many sex tricks as she did. If her nipples were as round. If her pussy was as eager. The spell had gone wild this morning, slamming her with thought after thought. Entire sexual fantasies played out in front of her, with her helpless to do anything but watch, cum and occasionally act them out like a puppet.
Caramel.
She wondered if she’d have enough time. Maybe? Maybe not. But the seed had sprouted… and it had consumed her.
The moment he walked in, she would either cast the spell or…
Well, she’d handle that when it happened.
For now, she’d just enjoy the next pulse. She didn’t know what cup size she was anymore, only it was far bigger than anything she’d been before. Something enormous, a little bigger than even Cadance and she was a G-cup. Thankfully, the spell had given her the back strength to handle it and a torso to make them work without looking absurd. Her hips and legs were to die for. Her ass was a spectacular bubble that any stallion would love to squeeze like a stress ball.
If she became any more of a sex object, Cadance might have to be the Princess of Love while Gleaming became the Princess of Lust.
She couldn’t decide if that was a bad thing or not.
She watched the door and bounced softly, wondering when Caramel could come back to her.
And she wondered what would happen next.
Caramel threw open the door, darted in and slammed it behind him, panting and he turned the deadbolt. A few knocks and calls came, but he ignored them. Just more mares begging for one last time good time. He’d been so tempted, but he needed to do right by Shining Armor. He’d already lost track of plenty of time with the endless sex, especially with Cherry and a surprise reappearance by Little Strongheart. He couldn’t risk more.
“Shining, you are not going to believe what happened! I found a mare who actually knew! She… she asked me out after I’m back to normal! Maybe this whole thing wasn’t necessary after—”
He turned and looked over the house, glanced at the mostly-naked mare with the enormous breasts on the couch staring at him and wondered where Shining—
He froze and then went scarlet.
“Oh crap! I’m sorry, I’m in the wrong house!”
Caramel spun around and went for the door handle.
“You’re not in the wrong house, Caramel,” purred a sultry voice coated in lust. “You’re exactly where you should be.”
Caramel slowly turned around and took a better look at the mare on the—his—couch. Matted white coat, a loose, ill-fitting robe—also his—messy, long three-toned blue mane and a very thick, very long tail the same color. Two enormous tits jutted out of a perfectly-formed chest, each topped with hardened light-blue nipples. While he couldn’t see much of her ass or hips, they seemed beyond sexy. Soft, elegant features. Lips made for kissing. Beautiful blue eyes stared back at him, looking a little glazed.
This mare was designed for sex. She existed to fuck and be fucked. She was every wet dream of the town combined into one body. Caramel stiffened quickly, his mouth dry.
“That… that can’t be you.”
The mare slowly stood, every motion making her immense bust jiggle. As expected, both her ass and hips were beyond spectacular. They took his breath away. Caramel’s hand clenched, wanting nothing more than to grab both and yank them to him.
Then, slowly, she drew back a side of her robe. It wasn’t like the robe was hiding anything.
On her hip was the cutie mark of Shining Amor.
“You’re… you’re…” Caramel whispered.
“You ended having much more fun than Shining thought you would,” she said as she waggled a finger at him, but there was no recrimination in her voice. Only an odd dullness he found a little unsettling. “So, I’ve spent the last few days in here, slowly transforming into the sluttiest and sexiest version of myself ever.”
“You’re… you’re actually… Shining Armor?”
“No,” she shook her head—her mane danced around her face—and laughed quietly. “I stopped being him when your sex games gave me a pussy. I’m Gleaming Shield now. Cadance likes to make me female occasionally for a bit a lesbian games. I’ve always liked it… but this is something else.”
“You sound… strained,” Caramel said carefully.
“Funny thing…” Gleaming slowly walked toward the table where the book sat. The robe hugged every curve of her hips and ass. “Did you know stallions magically transformed into mares during Spring tend to have a heat about twice as strong as the average mare? Somepony actually did a study on it, once. To nopony’s surprise, I eventually found out it was my sister. Anyway, considering how everypony already is twice as strong… well, that means my heat is so strong I likely wouldn’t be satisfied if all of Appleloosa fucked me.”
She said it all in such a matter-of-fact way, it unnerved him. He slowly walked closer, his eyes wandering to her beautiful ass over and over again.
“But that’s okay. You’re here with four hours to spare. Cast the counterspell and… we’re back to normal. You got to bang half of Appleloosa and I didn’t do anything… I needed to do.”
“Do you… need help?” Caramel asked as Gleaming started to flip through pages, even though the book was already on the right page.
“You… shouldn’t ask me that,” Gleaming whispered, the strain in her voice getting worse. “Let’s… just… get this…”
Caramel got distracted, namely by that ass. Gleaming’s entire body had practically demanded he fuck her, but he wasn’t going to do that. This was Shining Armor, one of his oldest and best friends. He couldn’t just do that to him.
But a little touch wouldn’t hurt…
He reached out and gently squeezed the right side of her rear.
Gleaming froze at the touch, her suddenly limp fingers tingling all over. The touch of another pony—ignoring the fact that said pony was a gorgeous hunk of a stallion—was exactly what she’d craved since she’d woken up that first morning.
Something happened in her body. Something overwhelming. Like a piece of her she’d kept locked away shattered the bars to its cell and started rampaging through her. The first thing it made her do was to push her hips back into his hands.
Likely encouraged by the response, he squeezed again. This time, a moan slipped from her lips. The robe she’d tried to wear to prevent this very thing from happening felt suddenly hot and uncomfortable. She didn’t need it. It wasn’t covering anything. As she continued to find the page she had just been on, she slipped out of it, still bent over the table.
It felt so much better to be naked, especially with a wonderful specimen of a stallion right behind her. At any moment, he could drop his pants and slip into her. That’s what she wanted, right? She was sure the spell needed her to do that…
No wait, she just needed to read it. But did she really?
“Caramel…” she whispered.
She should just read the spell. It wasn’t hard! But her mouth was so dry. It was getting harder and harder to think clearly. That thing unleashed demanded things. It didn’t care that a few days ago, she’d been a stallion named Shining Armor. It didn’t care that Shining Armor had a wife who was the literal Princess of Love. It didn’t care that she’d spent the last three days in here trying to stop this very thing from happening.
That thing only knew the heat and it battered at the walls of her brain.
“Yes, Shining… I mean… Gleaming?” Caramel whispered in her ear. “I hope this isn’t strange but… you’re easily the most gorgeous mare I’ve ever seen.”
Shivers ran from her head to her toes and then back up again, creating a tiny burst from her horn. The arcane embers fell onto the spellbook. She stared at the page with the counterspell, bits of magenta light flickering before dying out.
“You… shouldn’t say… that…” Gleaming’s voice came out low and husky.
Caramel’s hand hadn’t left her ass. It was starting to feel so warm. The thing inside of her drank it all in.
“It’s true,” Caramel squeezed a third time, softly, almost tenderly. “It’s… Celestia, Gleaming, if I knew you looked like this, I would have been back far sooner.”
“And… and why’s that?” Gleaming asked. Her entire body starting trembling as she stared at the counterspell.
“Well, you look like you’ve been having a hard time,” Caramel said smoothly. His voice seemed so soothing. It did things to her overheated mind. “You just said your heat is worse than any other mare’s…”
“I… I didn’t break…” Gleaming purred, closing her eyes. Her nipples were hardened with every new word he spoke. She could feel the heat of him directly behind her. She needed to do something… what was it? “I’m stronger than that… I’m still Gleaming Shield, all the same experiences as Shining Armor.”
“But Shining Armor’s not here right now, is he?” Caramel’s other hand pressed against her cutie mark on her left hip.
She shook her head. “No, he’s not. Only me.”
“I definitely don’t see my old friend here… only a mare who’s been so lonely and… who knows? Maybe she deserves a break before casting any spells.”
“What… what time is it?”
“Three in the afternoon.” He moved a little closer to her.
“When’s… when’s sundown?” She whispered.
“Does it matter?”
“Only if you care that I could never get the contraceptive spell cast…” she whimpered as the hand left the ass and moved to her side, slowly starting to slide along her breast.
“Do you care?” Caramel’s own voice was husky and low, whispered right into her flickering ears.
“Not even remotely.”
He pulled her against him and she gasped when she felt the massive tool hiding in the stallion’s pants. Big enough to even sate her lusts. At least for a little while. Maybe.
“This… this is a terrible idea…” she moaned as he caressed her hips and started to tease a nipple.
“Maybe,” Caramel whispered. “Do you want to stop?”
She twisted a little in his grasp to look at the perfect stallion. Shining Armor’s memories remembered him as a bit of a goofball, but fun to be around and loyal almost to a fault. Now, his words were smooth, silky and oh-so-seductive. Shining Armor may have never had an interest in him. But right then, Gleaming Shield definitely did. In all the wrong ways and in all the right ones.
Their eyes locked and she stared into Caramel’s soft, caring blue eyes. “As long as whatever happens next happens between Caramel and Gleaming Shield, not Caramel and Shining Armor. I’m not him. I’m my own mare.”
A hand left her breast and caressed her face. She found herself nuzzling it, dotting it with gentle kisses.
“The only other one here is the most gorgeous mare I’ve ever seen. And I’d very much like to relieve her of her tension before the sun sets.”
Gleaming Shield darted forward and kissed him hard. Their tongues danced as she tasted him. Right now, she could taste the faint aftertaste of dozens of mares in heat, with one in particular apparently spiked with hard cider. His tongue tasted the same. She decided she liked it.
When she pulled back, she smiled. “Then come and take all of my tension, gorgeous. This mare needs to be rutted hard.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He picked her up with ease and started walking toward Caramel’s bedroom, Gleaming trailing lusty kisses along his neck the whole while.
Caramel grunted as he pounded into Gleaming’s eager and intensely hot pussy. No matter how many times he unloaded into her, she begged for more. And the way she begged was usually by teasing him with the beginnings of a blow job, a hand job or a tit job. He didn’t have a prayer to resist.
They clasped hands as the bed shook beneath the powerful thrusts of Caramel’s hips. She cried out as yet another climax blasted through her body, sending her pussy into spasms of ecstasy. But the orgasm didn’t even phase her. Her own hips kept perfect time with his. Her enormous breasts moved and danced as she squirmed on the sweat-stained blanket atop his bed. He leaned down for another taste, only to get another squeal from her. Apparently, Gleaming’s nipples were especially susceptible to suckle attacks.
He pulled back up and their eyes met. Something about that seemed so erotic he could barely contain himself. It didn’t stop him though. He pinned her hands against the headboard and she screamed in delight. Then, using his new position, he pistoned into her, making her eyes cross as he felt his latest climax coming on. Her pussy seemed to know what was about to happen. And so did she.
“Again,” she begged. “Fill me again.”
“As you wish, milady!” he grunted, the late afternoon sunlight splashing against both of them.
Then, he exploded into her. They both felt each other’s climaxes as the spell twisted around them. They’d lost track of what the silly thing was doing. It didn’t really matter. It just made things better.
He collapsed at her side and smiled. “You sated yet?”
She stared at him with half-lidded eyes, already running her hands along his chest. “What do you think?”
Gleaming thrashed beneath Caramel’s relentless onslaught, moaning as he took her on all fours like the animal she’d become. Random thoughts flitted through her head. Thoughts like why it was so dark outside. Sometimes they were fantasies of her becoming Caramel’s devoted herd mother, her legs splayed open for him every night after he got home from work to fill her more. She was so glad Cadance was going to have a baby. Maybe it’d be fun to join her.
His hands on her hips tightened and he adjusted his angles, making her squeal. Then a hand came down to stroke one of her huge breasts, turning her squeal into a moan.
“You are just perfect,” Caramel whispered above her, his voice panting. “I can’t believe you’re this insatiable! It’s like you were made for this new body!”
Gleaming blushed hard, feeling so proud. Things were starting to get a little hazy. Wasn’t something supposed to happen in a little while, besides Caramel claiming his new slutty mare as his mate?
That’s when it hit her.
“The spell!” she cried, looking up and seeing the last few rays of sunlight. “I should… ahhh…”
“Do you really want to?” Caramel panted as his hips bucked his cock into her.
It wasn’t a fair question. She was getting rutted right now and it felt amazing! It was the best sex of her life. Could she really give this up? Anyway, Cadance loved it when she was female. And she had put the book there… maybe this was a hint?
It was a flimsy reason but as another orgasm burned through her nervous system, she knew she could never go back. Maybe if Cadance wanted Shining to knock her up again… but this… this was too perfect…
“No, but only… ahh!… because you’re going to fuck me… oh Celestia… all night and then come to the… Crystal Empire with me… to… more!… tell Cadance what… happened… and maybe find a different… Ah! A different counterspell!”
“You think you can handle me all night?” Caramel teased.
Gleaming grinned at him over her shoulder. “Think you can handle me?”
“Let’s see who passes out first, shall we?” Caramel asked in that stupidly-sexy voice.
“You’re so on!”
Gleaming slammed her hips back as she used her pussy to squeeze him tight. She instantly got the reaction she wanted, him being overwhelmed by another climax.
“Score one for the sex-starved mare!” she cheered. “Now make sure all of that gets in me! It’s another way to keep score.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Gleaming Shield giggled and settled herself for a short break, letting Caramel finish erupting inside of her. A few minutes break couldn’t hurt… then it was back to making each other cum like newlyweds.
“You are not the pony I expected to see,” Princess Cadance said, lying on her bed with an unreadable expression. “Definitely not the pony who put this baby in me.”
The Princess of Love was starting to show, her pink belly swollen just a little beneath her massive chest clad in soft, silky black fabric. Since she’d become pregnant, she’d starting always wearing little outfits that left her belly exposed. They often barely covered enough for her sex before turning into sexy little stockings. Her beautiful wings were tucked in as she continued to study the pony before her, her face remaining impassive.
“I know, but…”
“But you were the pony I’d hoped to see!” Cadance squealed as she jumped into the air, glided for a moment, then tackled Gleaming Shield to the ground. The thick carpet muffled their thud. Cadance kissed her hard enough to make her see stars.
Before Gleaming Shield could breathe a word, Cadance popped off the buttons on Gleaming’s top and started to inspect her chest. Gleaming hadn’t been able to find a bra that fit her, so she’d had to go without, something that had made her both love the looks and hate the jiggles. Cadance squealed in delight and started fondling her chest. Gleaming let out a lewd moan despite herself.
“Cadance!” she tried to protest. “Have mercy!”
“Oh, my, you turned out just perfectly! You lusty little trollop!” Cadance giggled and kissed her again before sitting up and straddling her. “I might just have to put a collar on you with the name Love Pet!”
Gleaming squirmed, mostly because of having Cadance on her and not even remotely because that made her incredibly wet.
“So, how’s the heat treating you, sweetie?” Cadance asked, looking very comfortable on her perch as she reached back and teased Gleaming’s wet panties. “You still desperate for every cock you pass?”
“Not… as much…” Gleaming said with a massive blush.
Cadance’s eyes went wide. Her horn lit up and a wave of blue magic washed over Gleaming before focusing on her belly.
“You’re… pregnant?!” Cadance looked overjoyed.
“You’re okay with this?!” Gleaming cried. “Are you kidding?!”
“Of course I am! But that spell should have only created a baby if you actually truly cared about who was rutting you! Who was it? Who’s your baby’s daddy?”
“They’re… outside… and… well, it’s complicated…”
“They?!” Cadance hopped off of Gleaming and took to the air again before dropping down and throwing the bedroom doors open. Outside stood Caramel, still in his super-stud form, and a soft pink-coated unicorn mare with a blonde mane. They were holding hands again.
Cadance squinted at the two of them. She tapped Caramel on the chest. “You, I’m keeping. And I get to play with tonight. Repeatedly.”
“Uh… okay?”
“Hey!” Gleaming cried. “What about me?”
“And who might you be, dear?” Cadance asked the other mare.
“C-Cherry Pop.” She stammered, looking completely awestruck by actually meeting the Princess of Love. “I’m a bartender in… Appleloosa, Your Highness.”
Another shock of blue magic flowed out of Cadance, this time into Cherry. Her eyes widened, then darted between Caramel and Cherry. “Another one? You managed to make two foals out of this spell, Caramel?”
Caramel went almost as scarlet as Cherry.
Cadance waved the two of them into the bedroom that once belonged to Cadance and Shining Armor. Gleaming suspected that now it belonged to Cadance and Gleaming Shield… and maybe Caramel and Cherry Pop.
“I’m starting to get worried about those letters Little Strongheart sent me…” Caramel whispered to Cherry.
Cherry just shrugged, looking far to overwhelmed.
After Cadance closed the door, she whirled and smiled at them all.
“Gleaming?” she asked in a singsong voice. “Were you serious about actually wanting to create a herd someday?”
“Well, yes, but…”
“And the two of you… might you be interested in becoming members of my herd?” Cadance said, not skipping a beat.
Caramel blinked, but looked to Cherry Pop to provide the answer. The poor mare just stared right back at him.
“I… are we allowed to try it?” she asked hesitantly.
“Of course!” Cadance laughed. “That sounds perfect! And since you and Gleaming have probably at least made out a little, you two get to play tonight while I get the super-stud! I expect three orgasms each by dawn or else you’ll both get lust spells! Same goes for you, super-stud!”
Cadance grinned at Caramel.
“Oh boy…” he squeaked.
“Actually… let’s skip the tonight part and just enjoy ourselves now, shall we?” She waved a hand and everyone instantly went nude.
“I really hate it when you do that!” Gleaming cried as Cherry squeaked in surprise.
Cadance ignored Gleaming and slowly dragged Caramel over to the bed. Cherry stepped over to Gleaming as within about a minute, the two of them were already at it.
“Is she always like this?” Cherry asked.
Gleaming sighed. “More or less.”
“Is it fun?”
Gleaming poked one of her breasts. “Usually.”
“So… we’re supposed to make out now, huh?”
“I think so.”
Cherry and Gleaming looked at each other and each burst into laughter.
Then Cherry kissed her. Things progressed naturally from there.
As Gleaming slowly slid to the floor with Cherry, she reflected that most times Cadance orchestrated something like this… they did tend to go according to plan.
