Two Weeks Later (Week 11)-

Entertaining guests—not too unusual for a Princess of the Crystal Empire. For at least an hour every day, ponies of all kinds were invited to sit, chat, and schmooze with one of the Crystal Princesses themselves. How better to strengthen the bond between subjects and royalty? Cadance had originally been in charge of handling the age-old tradition, but seeing as there were now two Princesses, the job had been split down the middle. Now, instead of a Princess with years of experience in the art of social grace, visiting ponies had a chance to sit with Gleaming Shield, her Crystal Highness. At your service.

“Great. Just great,” Gleaming grumbled as she walked down the halls. She’d grown to love her new duty over the last few months, but her old Canterlot friends had dropped by to visit today. Of course, any other time she’d be delighted to see them…

...but right now, she had sex on the brain.

It didn’t help that Cadance’s schedule had forced them to skip their morning quickie. Nor that Gleaming’s thighs had started to rub together as she walked, teasing her marehood with the ever-so-slightest of brushes. A consequence of her expanding hips now that her pregnancy was progressing in earnest.

“Fantastic,” Gleaming muttered. “Just fucking fantastic. Of course I get slammed with hormones today of all days! Of all the worst possible times…”

At least she wasn’t showing yet. She’d definitely been filling out though, gaining about a little over a pound a week, and it was starting to make her look… curvy. The firm muscle had given way to a more feminine shape, and she’d noticed she’d been turning more than a few heads as of late. Most notably Eros’ head, and the last few weeks had been a test of stamina for them both as a result.

She stormed down the castle hallways in a huff. She tried her best to avoid the tingling in her crotch, the cloudy haze in her mind… how she could smell every single damn stallion she walked past. It was taking everything Gleaming had left to not jump one of them; heck, maybe all of them could take turns. Step right up! Form a line to fuck the Princess, no questions asked!

A particularly nasty surge made Gleaming wince. She didn’t know why she was so blasted horny, but it only seemed to get worse as she made her way down to the guest rooms. Her nostrils were flaring, tail flicking from side to side, and anything even vaguely phallic-shaped was so very tempting. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep it together at this rate.

Gleaming stopped when she got to the right door. What were the guys going to say when they saw her? They knew of course what’d happened to good ol’ Shining Armor, but turning into a mare was only half the story, wasn’t it? None of them could possibly know about all the hormonal rushes, or the contagious sex drive of the constantly-horny Alicorn of Love. She’d just gotten accustomed to ponies not staring at her; now she was gonna have to do it all over again.

Gleaming sighed. “Here goes.”

She cracked the door enough to air the room out…

...and was nearly bowled over by testosterone. Thick, hot, and musky, it was the natural result of cramming a bunch of stallions into an enclosed space. Gleaming would’ve hardly noticed were she still a guy herself, but now…

Welp, too late to back out now. Hard mode: engage.

Gleaming opened the door fully with a forced grin. “Guys! Great to see you!”

Her three friends, Cloud Runner, Celsius, and Bastion. They were all seated around a long table wearing forced grins of their own. Their eyes widened upon taking in her features, but at least they tried not to stare.

Celsius was the first to speak. “Hot DAYUM!” He wolf whistled. “You stark-crazy bastard! You actually went and did it!

Cloud Runner took in Gleaming’s appearance with a critical eye. “Solid eight-point-five... nah, I’ll give you a nine... Maybe even higher, actually...”

Bastion’s waggling eyebrows spoke volumes. He nodded to the pulled out chair next to him.

Gleaming bit her lip. She hadn’t realized there was a bar in this room. On the bar counter were a couple open bottles of spirits, along with a few half-full glasses on the table…

“Jerks,” Gleaming said, smirking. “You know full well I can’t drink right now! Way to rub it in”

Celsius held up a hoof. “Now, now, don’t get your panties in a twist. We got ya something special to make up for it.”

At this, Cloud Runner pulled out a sturdy-looking scarlet bottle with an old-timey logo. He held it up so Gleaming could see.

“Ring any bells?” he asked.

Gleaming gasped. She floated the bottle over in her magic.

“This is…”

“Sweet Apple Acres Special Reserve,” Celsius said, nodding. “Non-alcoholic, mind. Called in a few favors to get it.”

“It tastes like liquid heaven,” Cloud Runner said dreamily.

“You say that about everything that isn’t piss water,” Bastion droned.

“It’s true!” Cloud Runner pointed at the bottle. “That stuff is smooth as hell!”

Gleaming opened the bottle and sniffed. The bottle was heated with a simple spell, and the liquid inside was deliciously hot. The dry, steamy smell of crisp apples reminded her of college nights filled with laughter and discovery.

Gleaming summoned herself a glass and sat down in the open seat. She took a long drink from the cider, the delicious warmth cascading down her throat. “Mmm, just like the old days.”

Her friends smiled. The air was still a bit tense, but at least it wasn’t as thick as the smell of stallion. It hadn’t been that long since Gleaming’s seen these three last, but it was the first time she’d seen them since becoming a mare…

...and if she didn’t know better, the redness in her friend’s faces wasn’t just from a buzz.

“So how’ve you all been?” Gleaming asked. “Guard duty as dull as ever?”

“Yup,” said Cloud Runner. “Just stand around and look pretty like always.”

“Drills, duty, and deskwork,” Bastion said. “The three D’s.”

Gleaming noted that she was far more interested in another kind of D at the moment, but she kept that to herself.

“Suppose it could be worse.” Celsius took a pull of his drink and grimaced. “Could be fighting for our lives in some foxhole against some Celestia-forsaken abomination. How about you, though? Enjoying your adventures in the frozen north?”

Gleaming barely even registered the question. Every new breath made her head foggier, and it seemed like the air was getting thicker... hotter. She had her front hooves folded so they wouldn’t stray down below the table, but it didn’t keep her from fidgeting in her seat…

“Huh?” Gleaming jerked up her head. “O-Oh, adventures! Not really much to report, heh… just legislation crap and training new recruits! Nothing exciting at all.”

Another awkward silence, one Gleaming didn’t like at all. If this were only a few months ago, they’d be laughing it up and having the time of their lives. Now they were all silent as the grave.

And if Gleaming didn’t keep her mind occupied…

Cloud Runner, lean and muscled, strong, wide wings and a clipped-short mane. Celsius, positively svelte, with a well-groomed appearance and an expertly-filed horn. And Bastion, so… BIG. Everything about him, his body, his limbs, his eyes, all of it seemed larger than life. I’ve seen him excited a few times in the showers too, I know what he’s packing in that stuffed sheath—

“Mind if I open a window?!” she blurted out.

Gleaming all but sprinted to the wall before any of them could reply, lifting up the glass to breathe deep the pheromone-free air. The cool breeze was enough to jolt her from her deviant thoughts...

But perhaps it worked a little too well.

“Ahhhh...” Gleaming crouched and stretched out her back, cringing as she was reminded how stiff sitting on the throne left her. There was a series of pops as she arched her back and lifted her tail—

Thump!

Gleaming spun. She caught a glimpse of Bastion blushing as he looked away, wincing. He took a hearty pull from his drink and stared at a spot on the far wall, his legs awkwardly crossed.

What in the world? That noise had sounded like he’d made it, but also had come from beneath...

Gleaming looked at her other two friends. They too were blushing, their faces twisted like they’d been gutpunched. They adjusted themselves in their chairs—a subtle move, yet one she knew all too well.

Oh, no fucking way. They didn’t actually...

Gleaming sized up the three horny stallions. The smart move was to leave right now and pretend this had never happened, but no one moved an inch. Never in her life had she ever considered any of them as anything more than friends, but well… things were different right now, weren’t they? Of course anything beyond playful banter would have to be cleared with Cadance, but if she and everypony else was willing...

“So.” Gleaming closed the window shut, walking back to the table with a sashay in her step. “You guys came all the way up here to hang out with me like old times. Pretty considerate of you.”

A trio of half-hearted grunts. None of them dared look directly at her.

“Gotta admit, it’s been lonely without any of you.” Gleaming walked behind Celsius, brushing her luscious flank against his back. “Normally Cady and I usually just hang out by ourselves, but every so often, we feel adventurous and host a get together. We’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have one with ponies we’ve known a long time...”

Suddenly, all eyes were back on her, now wide as dinner plates.

Gleaming moved around the table to Cloud Runner with more strut in her step. “You really do know how to treat a girl. Not only do you come all the way up here to see me, but you surprise me by getting me something super thoughtful and nice? What did I do to deserve you guys?”

She flicked her tail right under Cloud Runner’s snout as she passed. He inhaled deep, his head following as she walked past, his gaze drifting down to her glistening slit.

“Nnnggh…” she heard under his breath.

“Tell you what,” she said, now heading towards Bastion. “What say we do something special to mark the occasion, hmm?” She moved past his personal space until their faces were only inches apart. “How about the four of us all settle in and have some… fun?”

Bastion’s mouth went dry. “Sh-Sh-Shining…”

Sun and moon, it couldn’t really be this easy. Gleaming knew the power a mare could hold over a riled-up guy ever since she’d met Cadance, but this?

The thought made her made her even wetter.

“A board game!” She leaned back and acted like she’d said the most normal thing in the world. “How about our old mainstay, Monopony?”

They all needed a second to snap to.

“R-Right!” Cloud Runner nodded. “Sure thing, babe—SHINING! I’ve been... been p-practicing my skills! Yeah! Beat the others every weekend since you left. I’m practically the new champ!”

“My ass!” Celsius pounded a hoof on the table. “You cheat every damn time! Bastion knows I’m better than you are! Tell ‘em, Bas!”

Bastion was too preoccupied with keeping his dick from bursting through the table to reply at the moment.

“Then Monopony it is,” Gleaming purred. She sat back at the table and wiggled into her cushion, the added friction sending a delicious jolt up her spine. She unboxed the game with a light of her horn and set up the board. “Hope you boys are ready to lose.”

Celsius narrowed his eyes. “Bring it on, mare-boy.”

Cloud Runner leaned forward, wings fully flared and twitching. “Careful not to start what you can’t finish.”

Bastion’s eyes were alight and sparkling. “You’re going down.”

“We’ll see.” Gleaming lazily held up the dice in her magic. “Since this is a special occasion, let’s make this more... interesting. If you all lose, you’ll have to agree to a little proposition of mine. I won’t say what it is, but if you think real hard, you’ll come to the answer. Who knows, it might even thrust itself upon you as we fill the Monopony properties.”

Her friends were quiet, but the hunger in their faces spoke volumes.

Gleaming smiled. “Who goes first?”

She’d play banker, of course. She always did when they played. The money was apportioned, the pieces were chosen, the turn order was decided. Game start.

It was the usual sort of game. Dice were rolled, pieces moved, property bought. Gleaming went through the motions, but her mind was hardly on Monopony. She took the time to fantasize while the others took their turns, thinking how nice it’d feel to be stuffed with her friends’ nice, long cocks. She could almost imagine their heavy balls slapping against her, churning and swelling with warm seed...

It was inevitable her hoof drifted southward. It was the barest substitute for what she wanted, but it’d do for now. She idly wondered how the three of them would compare to Eros, if at all. Probably not very well one at a time, but all three of them together…

A moan escaped her before she could stop it.

The three of them smirked. They could see what she was up to, where her hoof was going between turns. They’d taken little time to do the exact same thing, of course. The bank notes had taken on a slick sheen from their fluids, their soaked, sticky hooves matted and stained dark.

On and on the game went, the four of them taking quick, teasing strokes between turns. Gleaming knew she was going to need to properly tend to herself eventually, but she also knew she could last longer than them. She could tell their self-control was fraying, their faces getting more flushed. The heavy air was filled with the scent of need, and everything was hot and humid, the four of them sweaty and damp.

“Oops!” Gleaming ‘accidentally’ dropped the dice under the table.

It was so quiet you could’ve heard a pin drop.

“Don’t worry! I’ll get them!” Gleaming ducked under, giving her rear a shake as it shot up in the air. She heard small groans in time with her tail swishing back and forth—music to her ears. She gazed hungrily at her friends’ throbbing hard-ons under the table, each of them dripping as much as she was.

“There we go!” Gleaming surfaced and hoofed the dice over to Celsius. “And here you are. Your roll.”

Celsius took the dice and stared at the gauntlet of Gleaming’s properties ahead. Yellow, green, and blue: the colors of certain doom. It’d take a miracle to get him through.

Celsius gulped. “Luck be a lady tonight…”

He threw the dice.

“NO!” His piece fell square on Gleaming’s hotel at Canterlot Gardens. “That… th-that bankrupts me!”

Gleaming giggled. “Sure does. Pay up.”

Sheepishly, Celsius counted up what was left of his money. He didn’t have near enough though, so he was essentially packing up to be out of the game.

“Sure you got these from a reputable bank?” Gleaming took his money inh her magic and gave them a deep sniff. “Seems like dirty money to me.”

Oh, yes. Just the right kind of dirty. Gleaming added the money to her own with a perfect poker face and winked at him. “I’ll take this for now, big boy, but I’m afraid you still owe me more.”

Celsius blanched. “But, but… I’m already bankrupt!”

“Hmm, so you are.” She shot him a positively smoldering look. “Guess you’ll just have to pay me back some other way.”

Celsius’ eyes went to the size of dinner plates. Gleaming wondered how much blood his brain was getting. It probably wasn’t much—she could almost hear his pre hitting the table.

The others fell in short order, first Cloud Runner, then Bastion. Both of them were handicapped by a hoof on their dicks, but it’s not like they were really trying. She took their money first, then made similar insinuations about how they’d make up the remaining debt.

By the end of the game, all they owed her a lot more than Monopony money.

“Well, boys,” she said, clearing off the table and placing the game—sticky money and all—back in its box. “Looks like luck was a lady after all. It’s been fun playing with you, but I’m afraid I’ve gotta get going. Still got duties of my own, you know.”

Each of them nodded dumbly.

“See you tonight then?” Bastion asked.

“Mmhmm.” Gleaming trotted to the door (cider bottle in tow) and glanced back at them, her tail parted just so to give them one final view of her marehood. “Be sure to drop by my room this evening so we can get those debts repaid… in full.”

Then she left them to deal with their boners.

Cadance was sitting at her desk going over the latest stack of petitions and other legislative procedures. This was the part of her job she enjoyed the least, and while she hated how tedious it was, at least she’d managed to make a dent in the workload. She really wished she could just sign it all mindlessly without thought sometimes.

She put her quill down a moment and yawned. Her thoughts drifted to Gleaming, wondering what she and and her Canterlot friends were up to. Cadance would’ve also liked to have spent some time with them, but it just wasn’t in the cards today. Although, maybe when she got all this done—

BANG!

The doors flew open. Standing there with a glowing horn was Gleaming—mane frazzled, eyes unfocused, back legs soaked. She locked eyes with Cadance and growled.

“Honey?!” Cadance leapt to her hooves. “What’s wro—NNNNNNNNNNG!”

She was suddenly sailing forward like a hoofball. Her features became distorted as she flew: her limbs lengthening, her frame widening, mane shortening, voice deepening...

Eros landed at Gleaming’s hooves in a daze. Like a feral lioness, she pounced on him with a growl and teleported them to the bedroom.

Author's Notes:

Thanks to Unideal for helping me out with this chap! Go check out her stuff!