It all started with a dream. There it was, the light in the darkness, the Crystal Heart floating in the void. Cadance could feel its glow, its warmth as its love spread through her, and outward. It was a wonderful feeling that gave her peace, until the Heart cracked. It was loud, as deafening as a dragons roar! It echoed through the darkness and sent Cadance into shock. She cried out but the darkness only answered with another crack, and another.

The sounds of metal striking the Crystal Heart, the center of the Crystal Kingdom, was breaking her with its din, accompanied by a low, almost inaudible series of chanting voices . With a final crack of metal she awoke in a cold sweat, breathing heavily, her heart hammering in her chest. She looked beside her, holding the sheets of her bed to her body as she spied the sleeping form of her husband, Shining Armor.

He remained there, still and snoring softly, making her smile as she stood and walked to the window, her simple white nightgown rustling as she walked. Gazing softly she looks to the Crystal Heart, still in its place below the main castle, its pedestal and the heart itself intact. She let out a sigh of relief, stepping back to the bed and taking a seat on the soft mattress.
Shining stirred from the movement, groaning softly as his sleepy eyes opened and looked to his wife.

“Something wrong love?” he asked with a yawn, sitting up slowly.

Cadance turned, facing her husband with a small smile.

“Oh, no, its nothing. Just a small nightmare.” she said letting out a deep breath and leaning back against the headboard.

Even now the dream was fading from her mind, only the sound still echoed in her memories. Shining Armor smiled at his wife, leaning over and kissing along her shoulder, sending soft tingles across her coat.

“We can talk to Luna about that later... Your aunt shouldn't be letting other princesses have such frightful dreams.” he spoke softly and in a comforting manner.
With a smile and a kiss, the two embraced and settled back in for the rest of the night, both slipping back into their slumber.

But Cadance's dream continued from where it left off.

The princess of love spent most of the next day in a daze, going through her royal duties diligently but with a far away and tired look. Shining Armor aided in most her meetings with dignitaries and Crystal nobles. The guards answered to him. In one of her first truly lucid and focused mental states of the day she noticed her husband speaking to the White Pegasus captain of their royal guard, a winged stallion named Orestes. She and he had never seen eye to eye in the past, the Pegasus always questioning her decisions but Shining had assured her he was among the best the royal guards could produce.

Across from Orestes was another guard, one who Cadance had gotten along with quite well, another recommended by her husband personally when they set up their personal guards. The mare was was another pegasus, with an icy blue coat, and deep blue mane and eyes. Windchill was her name, according to Shining she and Orestes had a history, constant competition and bumping heads. This rivalry was likely what had pushed them both so far in their careers. Windchill was among Cadance's most loyal elite, carrying out any task quickly, efficiently, and obediently.

The Princess's brief trip back into the waking world was ended with another look at Orestes, his eyes held a scorn that sent a shiver down her spine, bringing back memories of the previous nights sleep. A sudden vision of the Crystal Heart flashed in her mind, followed again by that horrible echo that sent chills down her body.

The dreams from the previous night were out of her grasp, She knew something was wrong but every time she tried to remember, she could only hear the ringing of chisel on stone, and far away voices that no matter how had she tried to listen remained whispers out of her grasp.

She found herself at the pedestal of the Crystal Heart, drawn there as if to make sure it was still in its place. She stared at its shining surface, the way the sun glint off of its edges. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on it, feel the warmth of its love, feel its light and comfort to center herself.

Her eyes went wide as a shock bolted through her body, the mare dropping to her knees as the warmth felt more like a heat. The burning sensation striking her inside, flowing through her skin and leaving her panting as the heat focus in her nethers, as well as her chest. She hadn't felt like this since her last estrus!
It took a great deal of effort not to touch herself here in public view, groaning as she managed to find her way to her shaking legs. She tried to center herself when she felt the hand of a pony on her shoulder

“Princess, are you alright?” came the voice of one of the kingdoms many Crystal Earth ponies, her subjects.

“O-oh...Yes, I'm alright.” she managed to nod. The feeling of the ponies hand as it lingered on her shoulder made her shiver, the heat and weight of the hand made her pull away quickly.

“I'm sorry! I have to leave now!” she gave a bow to the pony before extending her wings and flying off quickly towards the palace.

The Crystal pony that had touched her stood in a daze, himself not even hearing her words as she left. Slowly his eyes cleared, and his hand lowered as a bulge grew in his trousers along with his need.
He had a wife at home, and he needed her now.

Cadance landed on the balcony outside her room, quickly opening the door and closing all the curtains. She stripped from her meager royal robes, leaving them in a pile on the floor before leaping into her bed, chest down, ass up and tail lifted as her hands began to slide down her belly. Her fingers touched the lips of her dripping sex, her dainty touch doing little to quell the burning heat inside of her as her digits slid deeper into her tight slit.

Her juices dripped down her thighs as she moaned into the bedsheets, bringing one hand up and biting her knuckle as she spread her legs wider.
She could hear it again, the sound of chisel on stone. Each strike echoing within her soul bringing not shock this time, but waves of pleasure. Her body quaked with each thump and echo, biting her knuckle till it nearly bled as her fingers delved deep, stretching her pussy as she began to imagine Shining taking her, not making love like they usually did, not the tender kisses and gentle thrusts. No, she envisioned him towering over her, thrusting into her hard and rough, making her scream his name as he pounded the breath out of her lungs with each smack of his hips against hers.

Cadance tensed as she moaned his name, her hips quivering as she was driven over the edge by the mental image and the feeling of her own fingers releasing her pent up stress and fire within.

Her juices ran down her thighs as she laid there, catching her breath from one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. Her eyes were half lidded as she remained still, ass up and tongue hanging out.

Slowly her senses returned, her sore muscles twinged as she brought her sticky, wet hand before her face. Her cheeks burned with humiliation, she had never before simply... given in to urges like that. Even during estrus she had managed to keep her head held high and retained modesty enough not to act like a common beast in heat.

The Princess of love left her bed, quickly walking to the shower, eager to wash the shame from her body.

Even as the heat of the showers water cascaded over her coat and mane, washing the sweat and juices of her lust-induced state away, she could do little to escape the sensations emanating from her core. Her masturbation session having alleviated the sensations somewhat but not removing them entirely.

For the moment she was content to relax, letting the hot water and steam ease her muscles and remove her tension, her eyes closing as her nude form dripped and her hands made gentle washing motions, soaping up her form.

As her hands soaped up her breasts, she let out soft moans, the sensitive nubs responding to the lightest of touches. Even having just cum on their bed, she was already feeling the need return. Biting her lip, her hand trailed down her belly again, sliding between her thighs to her sweet nethers, teasing and slipping inside her sticky folds as she let out a moan.

She berated herself for her lack of control but it was hard to argue with her body when it felt so good. Soon she again found herself wet and moaning as her fingers worked her slit roughly, images and thoughts of her husband taking her so fiercely as she could do little but moan and beg for more. His name slipped past her lips, a soft but pleasure filled “Shining...”

“You called my love?” came her husbands voice as the shower door opened, revealing the nude form of her handsome husband, staring at her mischievously.

Her eyes went wide and she froze, still leaning against the wall, back arched, ass presented for her audience with her fingers still embedded deep in her snatch and mouth hanging agape in shock as Shining looked her over, stepping in and joining her in the hot waters downpour.

“Sh-Shining..what...” she tried to ask only to shiver and moan as he leaned forward, his hands running along her sides and hips, his lips kissing along her shoulders and neck as he pressed his body against hers.

“I heard you from the hall...you can be quite vocal when you want to be hun, even when you think you're quiet.”
His voice sent shivers down her spine

His hands gripped her hips, squeezing into her soft wet flesh as his hips ground against her backside. He hadn't been this frisky since their honeymoon.
Cadance let out a soft whimpering moan as she felt the heat of his growing erection between the soft plush orbs of her ass cheeks.

“Sh-Shining... this isn't....proper...” she spoke between moans, her disapproval halfhearted as every nerve in her body begged for her husband to plunge into her deepest depths.

She felt him pause in his grinding as she leaned against the sparkling wall of the shower, turning to look over her shoulder, for a moment disappointed he'd stopped. What she saw brought a curious expression to her face. Her husband looked entranced, eyes glassy, expression neutral for a moment before the light returned to his eyes. She was about to ask him whats wrong, maybe insist he lay down.

These thoughts were banished as she saw him smile, his hands gripping her hips a bit more firmly and grinding return, if not increase in force.

“You look so sexy like this” he grunted, his cock throbbing and burning hot against her flank. His hands squeezing and groping her soft ass.

Cadance moaned, words escaping her as her body trembled, hips quivering as she felt him pull away before the head of her husbands magnificent cock pressed against her dripping wet slit.
She bit her lip, moaned and whimpered in wordless begging for her husband to douse the growing flames of lust and arousal within her body, the fire that ached to ignite her soul with that loud echo from her dreams.

Finally she felt Shining Armor's flared head press against her slit with purpose, the grinding halting as he leaned over her to whisper in her ear, his cock head only just pressing into her.

“Beg for it...” he said in a quiet voice almost muted by the falling water. “You know the words...”

“Please...” was Cadance's reply “Please Shining.... F-fuck me....”

She had always disapproved of such language, even in the heat of the moment during their lovemaking. That's what she always called it, Lovemaking, but this, her body begged for something different. She didn't want her husband to make tender caring affectionate love to her, no, her body quaked and begged for something more primal. Shining's order had drawn the word from her depths, Fuck, to be fucked, it echoed in her mind with that din from her dreams.

She felt it, her husband pushing forward, his cock stretching her tender folds as he claimed her deepest depths for his own. During their honeymoon he had been soft, slow, and gentle, but here, in the shower, in the heat of the moment, he shoved himself forward like a battering ram assaulting a city's gates.
Cadance arched her back, gasping loudly eyes wide as he shoved his way in, drawing out a long low moan from her.
This felt... right.

He hadn't hit her deepest place for less than a moment before he pulled back and thrust forward again, his cock dripping with proof of her arousal as he fucked his wife like a common slut. Cadance braced herself against the wall, her large dripping breasts cushioning against the smooth wall as every thrust of her husbands magnificent cock made her grunt and whimper and grind her chest against the cool colored tiles lining the shower.

Every thrust of her husbands cock drew out longer and deeper moans, driving her lust higher until she began bucking her hips back against him, trying to meet him halfway and take more of that delicious idol of flesh deeper into her most sacred place.

She felt his hand grip her hair, giving light tugs on her pastel colored mane as he kept her bent over and moaning like a slut.
“Good girl Cadance...” he grunted between thrusts with a smile etched onto his face.

His words brought an odd sense of pride to her, she moaned louder as he continued to dominate her cunt and body.

She felt her inner heat rising, that delightful sense of being pushed closer and closer to the edge of ultimate pleasure before, with a final thrust of his cock, Shining pushed her over the edge. Her voice echoing in the shower as she came hard and long, the most satisfying orgasm of their short married life.

Her eyes went half lidded, tongue hanging out as she panted for breath and slumped against the tiles. Her husband continued fucking her now limp form, grunting and bucking his hips till she felt the cock swell a bit, his engorged veins grinding against her inner walls before he thrust forward and held himself deep, filling her royal slit with his thick, boiling hot seed.
His cum filling her womb in such a way gave her a deep sense of contentment and inner peace.

Shining held himself within her until his cock stopped throbbing and every drop of his seed was milked by her pussy from his hefty balls. Finally he began to shrink, and pull out of her now well fucked cunt, dripping mixes of both their sticky love.

She turned her head and watched as he fell back against the far wall of the shower, trying to catch his own breath, his semi-erect cock glistening with her fluids and his cum. She felt another odd sense driving her, and slid away from her place, bent over against the wall to kneel before her husband, hands placed on his thighs before she closed her eyes and leaned forward. She extended her tongue, tracing the ridges of the sides and his flared head, beginning the task of cleaning up every drop of their combined juices.

This was another thing she had denied her husband in the past, she thought the very idea of using your mouth on one's nether regions was a dirty, filthy act, and even now she could not say what force was driving her to commit it.
The taste of their mixture assaulted her senses, their salty juices hitting her with a wave of euphoria that caused her to moan at the act. Her tongue licked along her husbands length, memorizing his every inch by memory and taste alone from the tip of the head to his heavy balls.

She opened her eyes as she reached his testicles, her eyes falling on those impressive orbs that had only recently unloaded their sticky contents deep within her body, and still filled her nethers with warmth.

Her hand softly rubbed her belly, feeling the heat he had sunk within her form and smiled before she took the head of his dick in her mouth, letting the flared head push along her tongue as she began to bob her head along the shaft, taking it slow, adjusting to this new form of love and the glow it gave her husband.

Meanwhile, down in the Royal Throne Room, the guards performed their duties; some standing at attention, others patrolling. Orestes stood between the two currently empty thrones, arms folded behind his back as he scrutinized the goings on of those in his charge. His eyes carefully observing HIS guards dealing with the ponies of the city who dropped in for varying reasons, taking notes and setting up appointments for meetings with Shining Armor and his wife.

“ORESTES!” came a loud but recognizable voice to the captain of Shining's guards.

“What is the meaning of this?” Windchill, the leader of Cadance's private guard stood at the bottom of the short steps, glaring up at him before flapping her wings, meeting him at eye level.

“My dear Windchill...whatever do you mean?” Orestes asked, not really looking at her, treating her more like a bothersome fly than a Pegasus on equal footing with himself.

“You know exactly what I mean. You've been ordering around MY guards, Sending them out on your pointless personal errands out of the kingdom's borders and pushing them out of the castle in favor of your own soldiers” she growled, her fists clenched as she approached him.

“And you're point is?” Orestes asked with a raised eyebrow “My Guards are much more suited to deal with the castle and the city than your little rag tag assortment of girls in armor” he turned, ignoring her presence as another guard handed him a clipboard, himself signing some new orders.

Windchill crossed her arms, staring at Orestes with contempt.

“I've already rescinded your orders you pig. This is just a warning, don't overstep your own boundaries by thinking you can order MY guards.” She stated with a cold glare before turning and flying away down one of the throne room's many adjoining hallways.

Orestes' look hardened as she left, his teeth gritting and brow furrowing “That Bitch...thinks she can threaten me.” he pushed the clipboard back into the guards grasp and stomped down the steps to the center of the throne room, pacing about anxiously.

He was tired of Windchill and her guards. They'd been hounding him near every day since boot-camp, their back and forths, constant ebb and flow of scores and achievements, constantly outshining each other in numerous fields both before and after being assigned as captains.

His family had come from a long line of soldiers, dating back to Equestria's founding with Commander Hurricane and Private Pansy. His own family had been part of a vocal minority of the Pegasi military families that swore to Tartarus that Commander Hurricane had been a stallion and not a mare as the festivals led everyone to believe. Always had Orestes' family been male led, a Patriarchal clan where the men ruled and mares were subservient. Seeing a mare like Windchill in command of a brigade was almost like an insult to his honor.

He stopped his pacing and took a breath, composing himself. It wasn't right to get worked up over a mare like her, he was above such patty antics. He would deal with the problem soon enough one way or another.

“Captain Orestes!” a guard shouted as he rushed through the gates towards the Captain of the guards. “Captain, we have a situation!”

“What is it?” Orestes asked with a curious expression, it took something serious to rile up his men. “Spit it out man, what is the problem?”

The soldier saluted Orestes nervously “Sir.. there are...guests to see the Royal Shining Armor and Princess Cadance.” he said swallowing a lump in his throat.

“That's it? Where has your nerve gone? Make them sign up for an appointment like anyone else.” He waved his hand dismissing such a petty event and giving a chuckle at his guardsmen.

“Sir...It's not a typical pony visit... Please, just come with me to the Kingdom's main gate and see for yourself.”

Curious, Orestes nodded and flapped his wings, following the guard to the mysterious guests.

Back in the tower, The two Royal lovers found themselves dressing in the bedroom, the events of the shower behind them, their mutual releases having calmed both down. The glaze from Shining's eyes was gone, replaced with his normal demeanor with the added blush to his cheeks and a slight apprehension to his attitude in the shower. Cadance had her back to her husband, her forwardness and sexual submission under the steaming water of the showers was humiliating to her current coherent state of mind.

“I'm sorry for that, I don't know what came over me.” Shining said as he slid his garbs on, redressing in his finest royal uniform.

He couldn't make eye contact with Cadance at the moment, but he did glance over her shoulder, looking his wife's form over as she redressed as well, her royal gown covering her sultry curves.

“It's fine dear,” she said to him “Was just a spur of the moment activity, no thought or planning, we can hardly be to blamed and nobody was hurt. We both....enjoyed it. I could tell.” she said, smiling back at him as she stepped, now dressed, closer to him.

Their fingers intertwined as they shared a deep romantic kiss,their soft lips touch, tongues entwining, a blush rising on both their cheeks as they held onto it for all the time they could. A kiss that did not ignite their lusts but deepened their love for one another. Cadance gave a sigh of relief, her husbands true love for her seemed to drown out the confusion plaguing her thoughts and emotions.

Their moment was ruined however when a knock came at their chamber doors and a guard stepped in.

“Sir... we have a guest.”