Looking into his strawberry margarita, with the steady Nnts Nnts Nnts of the heavy bass-line, Solaris took another long draught of his fruity drink. As far as he was concerned, the club was no place for the diarch Princes of Equestria to wile away their time; then again, he had little choice in the matter. He owed a favor to his brother, Artemis, and as far as he was concerned he was getting off pretty easy.
Several weeks ago, during one of his sibling’s somewhat frequent visits from a courtesan, he’d been caught peeping - well, technically, more than peeping. After discovering Artemis’ rather unwholesome penchant for bedding exceedingly well hung stallions and dickmares, he’d developed a somewhat unhealthy interest in their bedroom activities. Acting as a voyeur for such events was relatively harmless, as far as he was concerned, although that came to a rather abrupt and sticky end.
After being found self consummating in the closet, while plowing himself with a dildo he’d purloined from his brother’s dresser, he’d had the evening of a lifetime. While his sibling lay in a cum-drunk stupor, he was bent over and nearly fucked into a stupor by Artemis’ entertainer. It was a fun night, if not a bit embarrassing, although his fellow Prince wasn’t exactly pleased.
Upon waking and regaining his senses, Artemis told Solaris to leave and get cleaned up; it wasn’t an unexpected request, given how his salacious shenanigans had been interrupted, but there had been an additional price to pay. The morning following, the Prince of the Night had decreed that his brother would accompany him out for a night on the town. It was a relatively novel form of atonement - at least, that’s what Solaris had thought.
Not only did Solaris have to go out to a bar which was renowned for scandalous activities, but he’d have to adorn himself in an outfit of his sibling’s choosing. Solaris shrugged it off, telling himself that it wouldn’t be that bad, although he’d been dead wrong. When the fated night finally arrived, he begrudgingly flew with his brother to the aforementioned nightspot.
The denizens of the establishment seemed to pay little mind to the two alicorns in their midst - then again, everyone seemed too preoccupied with enjoying themselves to notice. Nearly packed shoulder to shoulder, most of the clubbers danced and socialized on the expansive open area in the center of the building. Wanting no part of the festivities, Solaris ordered a drink and seated himself at a table in the rearmost corner of the bar.
He had no interest in partying, especially considering what he’d been forced to wear. Glancing down at himself, Solaris readjusted a shoulder strap. His outfit was downright slatternly, comprised of a painfully short, amethyst colored cocktail dress, matching stilettos, and a silken black thong, the garments were hardly fitting of royalty - hell, he looked like a common whore in the getup! With a heavy sigh, setting his drink back on the table, he looked out on the dance floor.
As much as he hated to admit it, he found himself occasionally looking over at a rather unique figure. Amongst the throng partied a particularly large and exquisitely well built alicorn. Covered in cerise fur and plumage, easily visible beneath the black fabric mesh of his top, the pony was an absolute beefcake. The stallion’s name was Cadance, if he wasn’t mistaken; though they’d never spoken, he’d heard of his fellow Prince on several occasions. Finding himself peering at the stud’s magenta eyes and confidant smile, the worst possible thing happened.
The muscular alicorn looked in his direction, locking eyes with him, before grinning broadly. Solaris immediately averted his gaze, hoping the stallion would leave him be, but it was too late. In less than a minute, he heard somebody clearing their throat above him. Peeking upwards, his fears were realized; the Prince had seen fit to come and pay him a visit.
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” Cadance politely inquired, his smooth baritone voice cutting through the air.
Solaris’ mouth opened, yet it took him a moment to think of what to say. “N...No, you can have it,” he finally replied, dismissively waving his hand. He’d hoped the alicorn would simply take the chair and leave, although he wasn’t that lucky - no, the hunk pulled the seat out, plopped down, and motioned for the bartender.
“Couldn’t help but notice you sitting over here all by your lonesome. Quite a shame, seeing a cute little thing like you not enjoying yourself,” Cadance explained, brushing a bang from his face.
“Well it doesn’t help that my brother dragged me here,” Solaris lamented, swirling the martini in his grip and petulantly looking over towards Artemis.
“Who’s your…” the studly alicorn trailed off, realizing where the slender Prince was looking. “Ah! So Artemis is your sibling. I must admit, I’m a touch surprised, given how attractive -”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, ‘how hot he is’. I know, I’ve heard it a million times already,” the alabaster stallion frustratedly interrupted, downing the last of his drink. As he looked up to his unexpected company, he found a nonplussed look on the adonic-like pony’s face.
“I was referring to you,” Cadance hummed, just as the barman approached. Glancing over, he beamed up at the employee. “Just in time. I’ll have a cosmopolitan - top shelf, of course. And my friend here will have a…” he paused, looking over expectantly.
Shaking off the casual flirt, Solaris peered to the bartender. “Strawberry daiquiri,” he responded, giving Cadance a curious look. “I didn’t think a stud like you would enjoy fruity drinks.”
“What makes you say that?” Cadance retorted, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s just, well, never mind,” the svelte alicorn stopped himself.
“No, please,” Cadance implored, leaning in and resting his elbows on the table, “indulge me.”
“It’s just surprising that such a big, strong stallion would order a cocktail like that,” Solaris nervously laughed, trying not to stare at the handsome face before him. “I would have figured you’d like a beer or whiskey - you know, one of those super masculine drinks…”
Cadance shrugged, his bold smile returning. “What can I say, I enjoy the sweeter things in life,” he chuckled and eyed the alicorn seated across from him. “I presume you have some distaste for the hustle and bustle of busy night life?”
“You could say that,” Solaris exhaled, running a finger along the rim of his empty glass. “Artemis positively adores all the noise and energy, but it’s just so -”
“Overwhelming?” Cadance murmured, casting his eyes over the dance-floor. “I won’t deny that it takes a certain type to truly enjoy such reverie. Believe it or not, I prefer quieter, more comfortable environs.”
The statement caught Solaris off guard, causing his back to straighten. The Prince of Love was an absolute roisterer, from everything he’d heard, although some of that may have been an exaggeration. Peering at the muscular alicorn in disbelief, he cocked his head to the side. “Really?”
“Quite,” Cadance nodded, smoothly plucking the drinks from the approaching bartender’s hands. “I can and do attend a fair number of festivities, yet it’s mostly out of necessity,” he countered, offering the margarita to his newfound companion.
“Thanks,” Solaris noted, taking the cocktail. “So what do you get out of these things?”
“Networking and cultivating a favorable image for myself, for starters, but I also get to meet captivating young stallions like yourself,” Cadance purred, shooting the alicorn a wink.
Solaris’ heart skipped a beat, his cheeks darkened, and he immediately looked away. Public space or not, he wasn’t used to getting that sort of attention from anyone, let alone from drop dead gorgeous royalty. Aimlessly looking out over the crowded room, he flinched as something brushed against his wrist. Shifting his attention to his guest, he noticed the stud’s fingers resting against the back of his hand.
“You know, there are private rooms in the back,” the brawny pony commented, hitching a thumb over his shoulder. “I think I’ll give myself a bit of a break from all the hustle and bustle. Feel free to join me, if you’d like to carry on our conversation in a more intimate setting,” he concluded, pushing himself up. Turning away, flashing one final curt smile and nod, he strode towards a doorway at the opposite end of the bar.
Just like that, Solaris was alone again. Despite being in a room practically packed to the brim with enthusiastic and energetic ponies, he felt suddenly adrift. Besides being very easy on the eyes, Cadance had been quite charming to speak with and he found himself somewhat lonely. To be sure, nobody would notice or care if he disappeared to spend time with a fellow alicorn. Setting his brow, taking a rather generous slug from his margarita to bolster his nerves, he pursued the Prince.
Following the burly pony, he found himself in a short hallway. Doors lined the corridor to either side, though all of them were closed, save for one at the very end. Pressing onward, away from the central area of the club, a host of wholly different sounds graced his ears. Slowly passing each room, he could hear laughing, hushed murmurs, and even stifled moaning at one point. It was only then did he put the pieces together.
It should have come as no surprise that a bar of ill repute would have private areas for patrons to sate themselves with one another - still, the revelation was disconcerting and slightly arousing. The thought of doing something raunchy so close to a gathering of partying ponies evoked a curious combination of shame, trepidation, and arousal. With a lump in his throat, he reached the open doorway.
Peeking inside, Solaris was surprised to find a relatively small, albeit cozy room. Dimly lit by a ceiling light, an end table sat beside a loveseat - upon which lounged Cadance. The only other items in the area consisted of a fish bowl of condoms and a rather large bottle of lube, cementing his suspicions that the chambers were used for sinful encounters.
“There he is,” Cadance beamed, waving the timid alicorn inside. Polishing off the remainder of his drink, setting the empty glass to the side, he invitingly patted the cushion beside himself. “Come, close the door behind yourself.”
Solaris’ eyes wandered over the stud, drinking in every detail of the reclined stallion. His build was, in a word, godly; heaped with sculpted muscle, there was something undeniably erotic and alluring about the alicorn. His gut told him that, should he enter, he may find himself in a precarious situation. Not unlike looking at some predator, his instincts screamed that he would be at the mercy of the carnal demigod; yet the temptation was too great. Closing the door behind himself, subconsciously depressing the lock, he entered.
As he walked over to the precariously small couch, the beefcake Prince slid over to make room for him. Hopping down onto one of the two cushions, feeling his leg brush against Cadance’s thigh, he fidgeted slightly. It was rare that he’d allow himself to sit that close to anyone, but he wasn’t that uncomfortable. Unsure of what to do or what to say, he looked to the carpeted floor.
“Forgive me for asking, but do you often go out adorned in such provocative attire?” Cadance asked, peering at the alicorn’s deliciously flat chest.
“N...not really, no. Artemis made me wear it,” Solaris grumbled, nervously pulling at the hem of the dress. Given how short the garment was, the fabric came to rest more than half way up his thighs.
“Not particularly fond of it?” Cadance pressed, patting the slender stallion’s leg.
“I...I just feel kind of silly. I mean, come on, just look at me! I look like a mare!” Solaris blurted, shooting to his feet. The physical contact from the Prince, while slightly comforting, set his pulse racing.
“I don’t think you look silly at all - in fact, I find you rather ravishing,” Cadance remarked. “As a matter of fact, if you wouldn’t mind, how about you give me a little turn?” he added, lazily raising and spinning his index finger.
The compliment caught Solaris off guard, causing him to blush. Some part of him wanted to leave, to flee from the bewitching bronco, yet another part of him felt inclined to acquiesce. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he began to spin in place. With one arm resting on his midriff, while his free hand sat on his hip, he turned. As he faced away, giving the Prince a view of his back, a contented hum drifted to his ear.
“The outfit does wonders for you, although - no, nevermind,” Cadance chuckled.
With Solaris’ interest piqued, he looked over his shoulder. “What?”
“No no, t’was an impure thought. I apologize,” the adonis muttered, shaking his head.
Turning ‘round to face the Prince, Solaris cocked his hip. He was genuinely curious about whatever the alicorn was about to say, leaving his snout scrunched in petulant consternation. “If you’re not going to tell me, I could always leave,” he huffed, crossing both arms over his chest.
“I was simply wondering what you have under that little cocktail dress - I know, it is a foolish question and wholly uncalled for, but I…” Cadance grew silent, as the snow white Prince reached for the hem of the garment.
Acting on impulses he couldn’t explain, Solaris slowly dragged the article up his thighs to reveal the coin purse at his groin. He dared not look to the stud’s face, fearful of the reaction he may find there, so he kept his eyes glued on the wall. “Before you ask, yeah, Artemis said that it was part of the getup. I’d never dream of donning something like this…”
“Come now, there’s nothing to be ashamed of! A lovely creature like yourself should take pride in your body. I’m not sure if it counts for much, but I think you’re absolutely beautiful,” Cadance crooned.
Solaris’ eyes shot to the Prince’s face, down his chiseled chest, over his sculpted abdomen, and to his crotch. His pupils shrank to pinpricks, as he noticed an absolutely titanic swell within the alicorn’s shorts. There’s no way that he could have evoked such an unmistakable response - could he? Inspired, motivated by an odd combination of lust and wonderment, he turned away and bent over; if he was going to show off the front, he may as well show off the rear.
“Marvelous - simply marvelous,” Cadance whispered.
Keenly aware of the delicate string between his buns, staring at the floor, his heart leapt to his throat. There he was, alone in a room with possibly the hottest stallion he’d ever laid eyes upon, presenting himself like some common harlot. A maelstrom of maddening thoughts swirled about in his head, leaving him confused and more than a little turned on. Fortunately or possibly unfortunately, the sound of a zipper shook him from his stupor.
Glancing back at the seated Prince, it took him a moment to comprehend what he was seeing. Cadance was reclined, with one arm over the back of the small couch, but something was different. A pillar of nearly violet flesh rested in one of the stud’s hands, where it was slowly stroked by the stallion.
“Pardon me, these shorts get awfully cramped,” Cadance remarked, nonchalantly jacking off.
Utterly at a loss, Solaris’ loins stirred. Unabashedly staring at the colossal stallionhood, his own tool twitched within his panties. The Prince’s cock had to be one of the largest he’d ever seen. His pucker winked, as if hungering for attention. To think that he had managed to get the paragon of love worked up was unimaginable!
“You don’t have to gawk at it. If it pleases you, you may come and get a closer look,” the cerise alicorn cooed, beckoning him closer.
Wheeling around, on unsteady legs, Solaris took a step towards the royal. As he drew nearer, Cadance’s legs parted, giving him open access to his succulent loins and the hardening length in his grasp. He felt like he was in a trance, as he squatted down and shakily reached for the divine member. Almost reluctantly, reached out and touched the stallion’s regal scepter.
Traced with veins, covered in velvety flesh, it was easily as long as his forearm and thicker than his wrist. A shudder shot up his spine, as the sublime heat met his palm. Inching closer, inhaling through his nose, another element struck him. Earthy and bewitching, the Prince’s musk tickled his nostrils and caused him to swoon. As if hypnotized, drawn by the siren’s call of the massive unit, his face crept closer - at least, until a hand softly rested on his shoulder.
“Now that’s hardly becoming of the Prince of Day,” Cadance affectionately chastised, causing the smaller alicorn to falter. Pushing himself up, casually pressing his equipment to Solaris’ face, he got to his feet.
With the buff alicorn towering over him, Solaris gulped. In one smooth motion, Cadance stooped down, scooped him up, and deposited him on the couch. It happened so fast that it took the svelte Prince a minute to realize what had happened. Lying lengthwise on the sofa, with his head resting on one padded arm of the piece of furniture, he glanced over at the titan beside him.
“You’re one of the twin rulers of the land, so I would be remiss for not indulging you,” the love god intoned, snatching the bottle of lube from the nearby table. Squirting some of the gooey substance onto one palm, he knelt next to the couch. “Now, if you’d be so gracious as to allow this humble alicorn to service you, please, spread your legs a bit.”
Wide eyed with surprise, feeling his relatively diminutive prick tenting his lingerie, his thighs parted. All he could do was watch, as the powerful alicorn moved a slickened hand between his legs. Pulling his undergarment aside, allowing his tool to spring free, the stallion’s fingers drifted lower. As a digit glided over his backdoor, he flinched.
“Just relax and trust me,” Cadance purred, slowly leaning forward.
Feeling the stud’s hot breath against his throbbing dick was but a prelude for what was to come. With a gentleness belying his size, the Prince of love struck. In one fell swoop, Solaris found himself being fellated and fingered. He clutched blindly at the cushions, woefully unprepared for the sensations which accosted him.
Cadance languidly bobbed his head, artfully applying vacuum on the backstrokes. The digit in his behind wormed inwards, only halting when it pressed against his company's delicate prostate. Solaris’ body acted on its own, bucking into the larger stallion’s muzzle. Beset by bliss, throwing his head over the sofa’s arm, a marish moan escaped him.
It wasn’t that Solaris hadn’t played around with his ass before, but it was far more pleasurable when someone else was doing it. Gnawing his lip, feeling a second finger slowly sink into his tush, he forced himself to look downward. Cadance squatted beside him, milking his p-spot while lovingly sucking him off. It was like something out of a porno, except he was one of the participants.
“Mmmmmmm,” Cadance contentedly hummed, skillfully massaging the underside of the twinkish stallion’s member.
“Oh my god,” Solaris groaned, as a third digit worked its way into his rump.
“Just tell me when you’re getting close,” the beefcake cordially instructed, having retracted his head. Straightening slightly, opting to stroke his fellow Prince’s shaft, with his free hand, he tilted his face to the side. “If you’d be so kind, do remove that little dress of yours; I’d hate to sully it.”
Solaris nodded and attempted to comply. It was difficult enough to disrobe while lying down, although that was only part of the issue. Throughout the ordeal, while he pulled and fought with the garment, Cadance’s ministrations never slowed. As the fabric slipped over his face, obscuring his view, he felt the first drops of pre-cum slip from his turgid shaft.
“Someone really is enjoying this,” Cadance mused, leaning in and kissing the salty bead from the alabaster alicorn’s blunted cockhead.
Hastily tugging the dress up and over his head, Solaris tossed the garment aside. Now virtually nude, save for his thong and stilettos, he fidgeted in place. Humping into the stud’s grasp, inadvertently sending more pressure onto his prostate, his hands began to wander. Moving to his chest, his fingers caressed his rock-hard nipples. Watching himself get jacked off was hotter than tartarus, although he couldn’t help but notice Cadance’s throbbing and woefully neglected stallionhood.
“A...aren’t you…” he whimpered, his eyes settling on the Princely tool which lay just out of reach.
Cadance’s grin broadened, as he saw what held Solaris’ attention. With all the speed of a glacier, his fingers slipped from the petit Prince’s backside. Releasing the stallionhood in his grip, he stood and brought a hand to his chin. “I suppose there’s nothing stopping both of us from enjoying ourselves…” he noted, thoughtfully knitting his brow and looking to the ceiling.
Nearly driven mad with lust, his slightly agape pucker clenching at the cool air, Solaris squirmed lower down the sofa. Raising his waist and resting it on the opposite end of the couch, he whorishly spread his legs. With his carnal desires overriding what little reluctance and shame remained within him, he absentmindedly pawed at his chest.
“Oh?” Cadance chirped, spying the rather scandalous invitation. Walking to the far end of the sofa, lifting one of Solaris’ legs to get into position, he peered down at supine noble. “As tempting as this is, I’m not sure I could bring myself to rut one of the two rulers of our land…”
It didn’t take a genius to tell that the Prince of love was toying with his potential mate. The burly alicorn’s tone, his stark erection, and the faint traces of a smug grin smacked of his intent; all the signs were there, but Solaris couldn’t care less. He wanted - no, needed more. Bending his waist, he ran his hands along his inner thighs, further spreading his legs.
“P...Please,” he whined.
Grabbing the base of his length, giving himself a few short strokes, Cadance angled his tool towards Solaris’ entrance. “Are you sure? I’d hate to despoil such a sweet little thing,” he murmured, giving the svelte stallion’s pucker a taunting prod.
“Please,” Solaris desperately pleaded, feeling the heat of Cadance’s cock against his hole. “I need you to - Mmmmph,” his begging came to an abrupt end, as the immense stallionhood pressed against him.
“Sssssssssssh,” Cadance hissed, steadily pressing his hips forward. “Deep breaths. Relax…”
Inhaling deeply, screwing his eyes closed, Solaris did what he could to comply. Despite having been warmed up by the love Prince, the dick bearing against him felt insanely huge. Tweaking his nipples, he issued a silent prayer that it would fit. Seconds dragged by and the pressure against his backside mounted. Just as he began to fear it wouldn’t fit, his wish was granted.
The absurdly thick head Popped into him, causing him to yelp; though he’d never tried anything so brazen, he couldn’t help but imagine it was what being fisted felt like. Doing his best not to clench around the girthy shaft slowly plunging into his backside, he focused on his breathing - at least, he did briefly. It felt like an eternity, as the god-like stallionhood snaked into him, though it eventually came to an end. As the massive Prince’s gargantuan medial ring bumped against his pucker, he froze.
“Just tell me when you’re ready. We’ll go nice and slow, don’t worry,” Cadance cooed, reassuringly rubbing his belly.
Finally having gathered the bravery to peer down at his lover, Solaris came to a startling realization. Cadance wasn’t just caressing his stomach - no, he was massaging the imprint of the cock within his abdomen. The outline was impossible to miss, causing a bulge that extended from his navel to his groin. He swallowed hard, his mouth going suddenly dry, as he gazed with wide eyed wonder at the sight.
“H...holy shit,” he reverently muttered, knowing full well that he hadn’t even been fully impaled.
“It is rather impressive, but it doesn’t hold a candle to your splendor,” Cadance whispered, sluggishly rocking his waist back. Withdrawing a few inches of his shaft, he cautiously thrust his hips forward. Even though he was being gentle, Solaris’ body was lurched slightly. “Don’t you worry about a thing, I’ll do all the work,” he hummed.
Solaris didn’t know what to do with himself. Lying on the sofa, being nonchalantly plowed by the embodiment of love, was beyond comprehension. The sublime sense of fullness, of feeling the stallionhood molding his interior, could only be rivaled by watching Cadance. The shockingly tender stallion’s muscles glided over one another, his chest heaved, and sweat glistened over his brilliant hide. He was, in every sense of the word, passion given flesh. Compelled to reciprocate, he bucked up to meet his paramour’s motions.
“Didn’t expect you to - Mmmmm - join in so quickly,” Cadance mused, slowing slightly.
The deceleration did little to quell Solaris’ yearnings - in fact, it did quite the opposite. “H...harder!” he demanded, hellbent to get everything the stud had to offer.
“As you with, my liege,” Cadance cheerfully exclaimed.
Like flipping the switch on some great engine, the speed and force of the alicorn’s plunges magnified. Moving one hand to his face and covering his muzzle, Solaris did what he could to stifle himself. The impetus of Cadance’s thrusts rhythmically rocked his frame, leaving his prick to slap against his stomach. If there was a heaven, surely the feeling of being screwed by such a profoundly gorgeous creature had to be as close as any mortal could get.
It was awe inspiring; the loss of control, of being so absolutely dominated by the stallion above him, yet there wasn’t a trace of boorish force or roughness. Pre-cum oozed from his semi-flaccid dick, smearing his underbelly with the slick substance. Even without touching himself, he felt like he could cum just from being plowed in such a tender fashion. So overwhelming was the sensations afforded by his lover that he failed to notice the alicorn shifting slightly.
“My Prince,” Cadance hummed, bending over slipping his arms under Solaris’ knees. “If you would be so gracious as to honor me with your lilting voice, I would be oh so grateful,” he purred, reaching up and gingerly prying the smaller alicorn’s hands away from his face.
“Gods yes,” Solaris mewled, as his hands were held to his sides.
The mating press was the pièce de résistance, threatening to shatter the svelte stallion’s tenuous sanity. Cadance’s sonorous voice, his scent, his excruciatingly good looks, he couldn’t imagine making love to anyone or anything more breathtaking. Panting like a mare in heat, looking up into those mesmerizing magenta eyes, he lost control.
“P...Please, hilt me!” he besought, teetering on the edge.
Silently pumping his hips faster and faster, Cadance’s chest heaved silently. Every plunge sent his pendulous nuts slapping against the snow white globes of Solaris’ behind - more importantly, the fat medial ring had yet to slip within the slender Prince’ confines. Knitting his brow and setting his jaw, the colossal alicorn gave one final herculean thrust.
As the final few inches of Cadance’s shaft drove into him, causing the thick ring of flesh to utterly crush his prostate, Solaris came. Braying to the heavens, quivering from head to toe, he painted his stomach with his essence. As fate would have it, beset by a rapture like he’d never known, he failed to realize how close his paramour was.
“My Prince, I...I…” Cadance stammered, his length throbbing wildly.
The sensation of his fellow Prince flaring within him, impeding Cadance’s movements and adding yet another layer to the intensity of the moment, caused a sudden realization to cut through the fog of Solaris’ bliss. Pinned as he was, there was little he could to, although that didn’t stop him entirely. Mustering every ounce of his willpower, peering up at the stallion above him, he gave one last request.
“Kiss me,” he sobbed, tears of unfettered bliss streaming down his face.
Cadance did just that, locking his lips to his lover’s. No sooner did they begin making out, with their tongues entwining, than the adonic prince came. A veritable tsunami of foal batter surged through his length, erupting like some prolific geyser into the stallion beneath him. Moaning into one another, locked in an intimate embrace, they reached nirvana.
Solaris didn’t think it was possible, but the monumental influx of scalding seed within him caused his climax to redouble. On an order of magnitude incomprehensibly greater than anything he’d experienced, he screwed his eyes closed and fought to remain conscious. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, the moment was a revelation. Mares be damned - if stallions could deliver him to such heights of ecstasy, he’d swear off females for the rest of his days.
Though the experience seemed to stretch on into infinity, it only lasted a handful of minutes. Slowly, carefully, Cadance released Solaris’ wrists and pushed himself up. Standing tall, cautiously withdrawing his softening length from his lover’s battered rump, his horn went alight; an immense plug, of similar hue to his hide, appeared in his hand. As quickly as the tip of his length departed the gaped and cum filled tush of the petite alicorn, he slipped the toy into place.
“I’d hate for you to leave making a mess,” he chuckled, walking to the dazed Prince’s side.
Beyond cum drunk, barely coherent, Solaris dumbly nodded. He knew something was secured in his ass, but he couldn’t care less for what it was. Wearily gazing up at the mountain of a stallion, he smiled drunkenly. Some part of him grappled with what he’d just done, although he was in no state to give it much thought.
“I’ll see if I can find you a towel,” Cadance remarked, pointing towards the door. “I don’t usually bring ponies home with me, but would you care to -”
“Yes,” Solaris panted, wanting nothing more than to spend more time with the divine stud. Nothing else mattered; the club, Artemis, what anybody would think of him leaving the club with the Prince of love, his only desire was to be with the stallion who’d rocked his world.
“Very well,” Cadance murmured. “I hate to say something so brash, but…” he trailed off, the slightest blush creeping over his cheeks, “I...I had been hoping to get to know you better, but I digress. I’ll return shortly, love.” Issuing one parting kiss, markedly more passionate than the one before, he stood, turned, and saw himself out.
Solaris would have swooned, although the final note of affection proved to be the straw which broke the camel’s back. Darkness enveloped him, leaving his head to fall to the cushioned seat below. His final thought, before passing out in a felicitous coma, was that he may have quite literally found love...
