To Wub a Princess

The warm Autumn air swirled around Vinyl Scratch, invading the cool store interior for a moment as she stepped out into the street. As the automatic door closed behind her, the last of the sun’s rays sparkled through the edge of a lazily drifting cloud, glinting off of her trademark shades.

She paused, lifting her sunglasses and letting her eyes drift up to watch the sun slowly sink behind the distant horizon. A smile spread over her muzzle, feeling the lingering warmth on her face and watching the changing rays of color. As she joined the early-evening Manehattan hoof traffic, Vinyl mentally devised a new light show for her next gig: something with a lot of yellow, purple, and pink.

With the practiced grace of an experienced Manehattanite, she moved quickly through the heavy traffic, expertly ducking and swerving through any break the crowd presented. Drifting from side to side, her grocery-laden saddlebags thumped out a steady bass rhythm against her hips, in time with the light timpani beat of her hooves. As the impromptu music of movement stole over her subconscious, her tail began to swish and flick with the meter of her gait.

Vinyl’s conscious mind was left free to wander; her hooves knew the way home. The light show of the setting sun and the rhythm of her body put her mind right back in the club, just ending her first set the night before. As the Manehattan sidewalk rolled away under her hooves, her memory rolled on past the usual boring parts of her break until she stood on her hind legs, back against the counter, locking lips with the Princess of the Crystal Empire herself.

In the last twenty-four hours, Vinyl had gone shopping, napped, taken a much needed shower, finished an awesome set at the club, and best of all, swapped some spectacular bathroom sex with Princess Cadance after the intoxicated alicorn had mistaken her for her husband. Her tail began to swish more excitedly at the memory, granting any nosy passers-by quick glimpses of her glistening slit peeking out between her rhythmically shifting thighs.

The crowd began to thin as she trotted out of the commercial district and started passing handsome brick condos and apartment buildings. She trotted along even faster now, eager to get home and brag to her roommate. Most days, their radically different schedules only allowed her and Octavia enough time together for a meal, or occasionally just a friendly greeting or passionate kiss in passing. But tonight was one of those rare occasions where they would be able to spend the entire evening together.

Vinyl often skimped on her sleep to finish her errands early and spend a little extra time with Octavia, whether talking, or cuddling, or best of all, making love, and today was no exception. Later on she might regret the lack for a moment or two, but with a new bedtime story to tell and her passion already flowing, fatigue didn’t stand a chance against romance.

A chill breeze fluttered the bedchamber curtains for a moment, before a blue magical aura pushed the window shut. Princess Cadance huffed as she straightened out her stack of paperwork and went back to scrawling figures and checkmarking boxes.

The only other sound in the room was a muffled metallic clinking coming from the wardrobe. Cadance’s left ear ticked a little at the noise but she forced herself to focus on the paperwork in front of her. The sound was a little too much like the steady drip of water into a sink, bringing to mind a messy mane of striped blue hair and half-lidded raspberry eyes.

Cadance shook off the memory, her quill scratching almost hard enough to tear the paper as she buried herself in the rows and columns of numbers on the stack of spreadsheets once again.

“Cadance,” a soft masculine voice called.

Her tail flicked at the sound, but her quill continued to dance across the page, her mind focusing hard to ignore the vision playing over in her mind, and especially the heat growing between her legs.

In her memory, she saw Vinyl’s slender body arching as she pulled her hoof away, accidentally brushing against the damp marehood that definitely hadn’t belonged to her husband. A slight stirring started in the pit of her stomach; something was there, but it wasn’t yet too late to back out. When she finally did get her hoof back, though, the coup de gras had come with it.

“Sweetheart.” The voice projected a bit more, but Cadance still offered no acknowledgement.

Vinyl’s gentle moan combined with the scent of fresh musk was what tipped her over the edge; Cadance knew exactly what they meant. She’d moaned just like that and lent her own aroma to the room on more than one occasion when Shining touched her during foreplay. Despite trying to force them down, the memories of that night were even now stirring up her body toward that end.

The realization that she’d had that same effect on another mare sparked a desire in her core, one that she could still feel a day later, and she’d wanted more. Her horn had lit and carried the sweet young DJ into her embrace. Their lips had met again—

Cadance let out an indignant squawk as a rosy glow of magic wrested the quill away from her blue grip and dissolved the scene in her memory. Her protest was quickly subdued by a nuzzle behind the ear.

“Afraid Twily's going to show you up as a princess?” Shining said, sliding around to nuzzle against her cheek. “You’re never this much of a workaholic.”

Cadance let out a sigh, relaxing as her husband wrapped his arms around her. “I know; I’m sorry. I just feel like I'm behind after yesterday.” She winced as she spoke the words. Once she’d had the entire pot of coffee necessary to banish her hangover, Cadance had been burying herself in the dull monotony of next year’s Crystal Empire budget; a task that wouldn’t require completion for another three months. The distraction had been only moderately successful, she thought, pressing her hind legs together.

“Sweetie, we spent yesterday in Manehattan in order to take a break and relax a bit,” Shining’s voice rumbled. Cadance could feel it in her ears as much as in her back, pressed up against his chest. She felt herself melting against him and her passion burning brighter still.

The two of them sat silently in their embrace, watching the northern windows as the last red light of the sunset faded from the sky. In the sudden dark, the nightly spectacle of the northern lights rose up from the horizon of the distant hills, all the way to the top of the sky. Tonight the aurora was a rare vision of nothing but blue, ribbons of sapphire and cornflower swirled together in the air.

As they watched the light show in the sky, Cadance chided herself for avoiding her husband all day. She’d been wary of telling him about her indiscretion, uncertainty plaguing her mind every time she considered it.

“I’d better get going,” Shining said, giving her one last nuzzle and a lingering kiss. “It’d be bad form for the captain to be late for a drill.”

And now she knew it was too late to say anything, at least until he got back.

“Promise me you’ll take a break while I’m gone?”

Cadance smiled. It would have been hard for her to decline even if she’d been working on something more critical.

“I promise,” she agreed, pushing away her stack of paperwork and rousing herself from the floor cushions, accepting the hoof Shining offered. She gave him one more nuzzle before he turned to go, floating his helmet along in his magical grip.

“I love you, Shiny,” Cadance called after him as he passed the door to the hallway outside.

He turned and grinned. Cadance’s eye was drawn to his mane, a little mussed as if he’d already put on his helmet and taken it off again.

“I love you too, Cady,” he said, blowing her a kiss and donning his helmet again. As he left, Cadance’s hind legs quivered as she stood. She couldn’t decide whether or not she wished that he had called her ‘babe’.

“Tavi! I’m home!”

Vinyl’s voice echoed in the apartment’s foyer as she shut the door behind her. Her perky ears swivelled at attention, but eventually flopped over at the lack of a response. As she put away her groceries, Vinyl wracked her brain. She tried hard to recall if Octavia had mentioned having any plans to go out for the evening, but found no clear memory either way.

The excitement and energy which had carried her home slowly began to dissolve in the quiet kitchen, but Vinyl clung to a ray of hope. Errands done, she trotted down the hall and checked the rooms, one by one. The laundry, bathroom, and master bedroom were all as dead silent as an unpowered amplifier. Taking a deep breath, Vinyl gently pushed open the door of the second bedroom. She exhaled through a joyful grin.

Perched on the bed with her gray back to the door sat the target of Vinyl’s search. Octavia’s tail flicked, draped over the edge of the bed, as she poured over a semi-circle of sheet music spread across the plush surface. A pair of headphones covered her ears, hooked up to the automatic record player, glowing with the soft blue of its creator’s magic.

Vinyl moved quietly, though it hardly seemed necessary, and rearing onto her hind legs, she slipped her arms around Octavia’s chest. She nuzzled up and planted a kiss behind her gray ear, knocking the headphones askew in the process.

“I’m home, babe,” Vinyl breathed huskily against her now uncovered ear.

Octavia gasped, dropping the sheet held in her hooves. Her body tensed for a moment, but relaxed and melted into the embrace as she recognized the voice.

“You scoundrel,” Octavia chuckled, turning her head to kiss Vinyl. “I didn’t expect you home for another hour, at least.”

“What can I say, I’ve been missing my Tavi.” Vinyl gave her a gentle squeeze.

“I know the feeling quite well, dear,” Octavia breathed, closing her eyes and leaning into Vinyl’s chest. Only the tinny music still playing through the headphones could be heard as the two musicians nuzzled together.

Vinyl closed her eyes, burying her muzzle in Octavia’s silky grey mane and breathing in the scent of her usual floral shampoo. She loved that no matter what sort of week she had, good or bad, she always had Octavia to come home to.

Eventually, Vinyl shifted, leaning over Octavia’s shoulder to get a good look at the sheet music. Their cheeks still brushed against each other, but her muzzle crinkled in worry. “I’m not sleeping alone, am I? I didn’t expect to find you camped out in your room tonight.”

“Do you think I would schedule important work during our night together?” Octavia put a hoof to her chest to emphasize the mock-serious tone. “I’m not that cruel. No, I expected this composition would take some time, so I layed it out here on the assumption that I would not be sleeping in my own bed tonight.” She leaned her head back and smiled up at Vinyl with a wink.

“Awesome! I’ve got a new bedtime story to tell you. I think you’ll like it.” Vinyl couldn’t help grinning and nibbling gently on Octavia’s ear.

“Oh no, not the ear!” Octavia gave an overly dramatic gasp. “I really should work on this a bit more before we go to bed, and you know what that does to me, Vinyl.” The chorus of giggles and moans that followed the feeble protest was broken only by the rumbling of Octavia’s stomach.

Vinyl gave the rim of her grey ear one final flick of her tongue and kissed Octavia on the cheek. “If you want to keep working for a bit, I’ll go make us some dinner, how about that?”

“That sounds lovely, dear,” Octavia purred, turning to kiss Vinyl on the lips once more. “And I’m certainly looking forward to hearing your story.”

Vinyl trotted off to the kitchen, her mind awash with pleasant memories of a pink princess, replaying all the hot action she’d soon be recounting to Octavia. Her horn lit in its soft blue glow as she floated the various ingredients to the countertop, thinking that life didn’t get much better than awesome sex, an awesome roommate, and her patented awesome tacos.

Cadance lay spread eagled on her bed. The blankets, the bed sheets, and even the pillows were strewn haphazardly about the floor. Only the soft, shimmering blue of the aurora lit the room; all the candles and crystalline lamps had been extinguished.

In the dim light, one of her forehooves gripped the headboard, while the other worked frantically between her thighs. Soft wet noises emanated from the spot as she ground her fetlock against her aching clitoris, the tip of her hoof slipping between her soaking labia.

Cadance whimpered and moaned into the darkness. Her eyes were closed tight, finally allowing herself to wallow in the memories she had been trying, with marginal success, to deny herself all day.

The shuddering booms of the renewed bass beat pounded heavily in Cadance’s ears. She had to concentrate harder than she’d expected in order to float the young DJ through the narrow stall door without injury; a sign that the half dozen shots of vodka had not quite finished working their chemical magic on her.

With the stall door shut, latched, and blocking out any prying eyes, Cadance discarded all such thoughts from her mind. She gathered Vinyl’s firm body to her chest, wrapping her arms around her as she leant down and indulged instead in the intoxicating warmth and sharp sweetness of Vinyl’s lips.

Cadance moaned softly into the embrace. With her wits about her and the lingering taste of alcohol gone, she could tell that the taste of Vinyl’s mouth was different from her husband, but her technique was just as passionate and assertive as the stallion she resembled.

The bed creaked as Cadance squirmed, rocking from side to side. Her wings desperately wanted to flare high and wide, but she continued gripping tight to the headboard, arching her back hard into the plush mattress and pinning her wings against the bedsheets.

Cadance inhaled sharply when she felt Vinyl’s hooves rest on her wings again. She could feel the tips of her primaries brush against the walls of the cramped stall before her wings were even half spread. The hooves gently massaging her wing shanks were making it extremely difficult to keep the feathery appendages furled. Thinking as fast as her lust and alcohol addled brain would allow, Cadance settled on a new tactic.

She arched her back slightly, lifting her neck and shoulders so that she had to lean farther forward to avoid breaking the kiss. Cadance shuddered and felt Vinyl shiver likewise as their horns gently bumped against each other. Their magical auras both kindled and crackled softly as their horns slid against one another, dragging down the spiralling line of the fluting.

Their kiss grew more insistent as a single, glowing blue bubble of magic surrounded both horns. Cadance could feel a dull throb rumble her horn from base to tip, out of sync with the ambient boom echoing through the bathroom walls. The rhythm of a percussive beat against her forehead came with a feeling of raw lust exuding from the DJ’s horn. But there was another feeling tempering that lust.

For a moment she imagined a warm bubble surrounding her, a shield that would block out the outside world and focus her attention on Shining whenever she would cross horns with her husband. There was always an undercurrent of magic there, almost a reflection of her own power. As Cadance felt Vinyl press harder into the kiss, she recognized a similar feeling underneath the thrum and a warm surge of magic flowed through her own horn to meet it. There was a momentary soft pop of pink light above their heads, showering them with soft pink sparks as it dissipated.

Cadance’s hoof slid away from headboard. A brilliant blue light bathed her face as her fetlock brushed up against her horn. A small firework of blue sparks burst and scattered as Cadance teased her horn and clit in time with each other.

The two lovers moaned softly as they finally pulled back a hair’s width from their kiss. But both that and the soft clatter of pink horn on white were swallowed up by the persistent, stall shaking percussion around them. A thin strand of saliva stretched between their lips as they met each other’s gaze. Vinyl’s shining raspberry eyes quivered each time their horns touched, pleading for the ecstasy of release.

Cadance hesitated for a moment. Kissing was familiar enough, even though Vinyl’s lips were softer. And she was skilled at servicing a horn, but she’d already treated Vinyl to that. She flexed one of the hooves she had at Vinyl’s back; her only experience in personally pleasuring a mare was masturbation, after all.

Vinyl’s back arched at the slight movement, breaking contact between their horns and wafting a fresh hint of her musky scent into the air. “Ever gone down on a chick before, babe?” Vinyl asked, just loud enough to be heard over the waning music.

Cadance shook her head.

“How about on a stallion?”

Cadance nodded, her lips curling into a little smile again.

“Cool. It’s a bit like that, except a little messier and lots more fun.” Vinyl grinned, letting out soft grunt as she squirmed past Cadance to climb up and sit on the toilet tank. “And you don’t have to worry about choking yourself.”

Cadance actually let out a snort as Vinyl sat back and spread her hind legs. The sight of white fur and puffy lips gently transitioning into soft pink folds made her own pussy quiver. Before she really knew what she was doing, Cadance leaned down to kiss the swollen, protruding nub of Vinyl’s clit, mind awash with memories of all the times Shining went down on her.

“That’s it, babe. Remember to use lots of tongue.”

Cadance let out a moan as she rolled over, burying her face into the one remaining pillow. Her wings spread out gladly as she lifted her hindquarters high in the air. She flung her tail over her back, presenting herself to the silent and unmoving bedroom door. Her hoof feverishly rubbed against her dripping marehood while her lips quivered against the soft fabric.

The boom of the bass around them returned in full force, drowning out any instructions Vinyl might have spoken. Cadance was tentative at first, as soon as she realized she had her muzzle in another mare’s pussy. A hoof reached out, resting gently behind one of her ears, encouraging her onward.

Cadance slowly got into the rhythm, but seemingly not quickly enough for her partner. She let out a gasp into Vinyl’s marehood as she felt a tongue sweep up her horn and lips drag back down along the surface. Spurred onward, Cadance placed her forehooves on Vinyl’s hips and concentrated on the way they squirmed as she licked her wet folds with relish.

A pleasant buzz filled her head while Cadance slipped her tongue up and down Vinyl’s puffy lips, making her lover rock side to side. A happy spark ignited at the base of her horn and shot up the length as she thrust her tongue up into her tight vagina, causing Vinyl to buck her hips. And best of all, a warm feeling filled her heart when Vinyl tensed up hard, her tight muscles squeezing out a bare mouthful of her sweet fluids for Cadance to swallow.

Cadance brushed her lips very gently over Vinyl’s sensitive clit, looking up into her beautiful, half-lidded raspberry eyes. Her heart pounded hotly in her chest, spreading warmth through her body and soul. A surge of magic flowed through her horn with a pop, the blue glow overpowered by the burst of a glowing pink heart that reflected off of Vinyl’s glossy white coat.

She had a difficult time breathing through the swampy mess of her pillow, hot and wet now from both sweat and her breath inundating it as she had masturbated. Cadance’s hoof lay against the bed in a puddle of her own juices. Her rump still high in the air despite what little strength she seemed to have. Her chest rose and fell against the mattress as she lay still in the silent bedroom.

With her body finally sated, her mind felt clearer. But what she had to think about was still as murky as a stagnant pool.

Her experience with Vinyl had been so new, so spontaneous, and so intense that it had dominated her thoughts ever since she’d woken up. Every time she had looked at Shining, she’d pictured Vinyl. Every time she had tried to talk to him about it, she’d thought about how much she’d enjoyed pleasuring the DJ.

Cadance groaned into her pillow. When Shining had left to drill his guards and said goodbye, her mind had tacked on Vinyl’s appellation babe.

She shivered as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to imagine a clear mental picture of her husband. Her arousal had been sated, her passion cooled along with the temperature of the room. But under the blue mane in her mind, set in an ivory muzzle, the eyes she pictured were far too red to belong to Shining.

Cadance let out a shriek into the pillow as a tongue flicked against her still sensitive clit and swept up her bedraggled pussy. She relaxed a little when the pony behind her nuzzled against her cutie mark and she heard Shining’s voice rumble against her flank.

“Glad to see you took my advice, sweetheart.”

Cadance barely lifted her head from the pillow, turning to look. Shining’s smiling face pressed against her left flank and she could feel his hoof caressing her on the opposite side. Hardly noticeable above the powerful aroma of her arousal, Shining smelled clean with only a hint of soap and fresh male musk.

Her gaze focused on the eyes that matched his mane, before it drifted down the line of his chest; his armor was nowhere in sight. Her breath grew shallow at the sight of his hard member. Visions of Vinyl’s glittering raspberry eyes swam in her head along with the memory of her wet pussy and the ghost of its taste on her lips. Her stomach knotted up; she had to know.

“Shiny…” Her voice shook, barely above a whisper. “I need you. Take me, please.”