To Wub a Princess

by Jondor

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, DJ P0N-3, Romance, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Cadance, Octavia, Shining Armor
Length: 11822

A vaguely familiar pink pony, a case of mistaken identity, and quite a lot of booze ends Vinyl's dry streak of club hookups one night between sets.

While things are going great at home with her friends with benefits roommate, Vinyl's luck in slaking her remaining libido at the club has been pretty bad lately.

In the bathroom between sets one night, a vaguely familiar pink pony, a case of mistaken identity, and quite a lot of booze will change that, and many other things besides.

Pre-reading, editing, and lots of brainstorming by: Cryosite
Cover art commissioned from Underpable.

Published 2014-02-11 01:30:06 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-09 23:55:36 UTC

To Wub a Princess Redux

Author's Note

This is the new and improved version of the original one-shot version of this story. The edits were necessary in part to lead into the expanded story a little better, but mostly to address some potential issues with consent that the original had.

If you have already read the original version of this chapter, I encourage you not to skip the revision as there are points brought up in the additional content that become important in future chapters.

To Wub a Princess Redux

As the bathroom door closed behind her, the high and middle range pitch of the music in the club were muffled to near silence, leaving only the deep throb of the subwoofers that shook the very bones of the building itself.

The intensity of the bass grew until it rattled the walls of the stall, completely drowning out the tinkle of used cosmopolitans against the porcelain. Vinyl appreciated a good wub as much as the next DJ, but the vibrations coming through the walls were just further proof that Neon Lights was doing his damnedest to make a career out of them. Vinyl shrugged to herself as she washed her hooves at the sink. As long as the club’s patrons were still ready to dance when she started her second set, Neon was doing his job.

A soft blue glow shone from Vinyl’s horn as she set her trademark shades on the counter and retrieved a comb and a can of hairspray from her saddlebag. As she combed her mussed hair the rest of the way flat in preparation for restyling it, Vinyl was mildly surprised to notice that the rest of the bathroom was completely empty.

There was usually at least one couple having a quickie in the stalls whenever she took her break between sets. Not that she ever bothered them; that was basic club etiquette. To steal a phrase from the Neighponese: Sex was often seen, but never noticed.

There hadn’t been any to speak of recently, but Vinyl had certainly had her fair share of romps in here whenever she’d had a dry spell at home. Octy didn’t quite share her active libido, but being on a friends with benefits basis with her roomie was a pretty good arrangement most of the time.

Vinyl sighed at her flat-maned reflection. Unfortunately, it was getting harder and harder to find worthwhile hookups at the club, mare or stallion. The willing ones were usually pretty lousy at bathroom sex, especially the stallions. And the ones who were good at it usually took too long to convince to be worth the time in the end, at least for a quickie.

She squinted her eyes at the mirror, wondering if maybe she was just getting old. Just last week she’d been thinking about asking Octavia if she wanted to go ahead and start dating for real. They had once, half-jokingly, talked about doing so if nothing better came along, but now she was seriously considering it.

Vinyl’s ears perked and swivelled. Intermittent high pitched vocal samples joined the bass booms for a moment as the bathroom door swung open and closed again. However, she paid the other pony no mind as she checked her eyes in the mirror and applied some eye drops. Blinking hard, Vinyl made a mental note to lay off the fog machine during her next set.

The ever present bass throb died off just long enough for Vinyl to hear the other pony finish discarding their own used drinks and the soft spin of toilet paper that meant it was probably a mare. The door of the stall Vinyl had just used opened and confirmed her guess. The pony behind her was a tall, hot pink pegasus with purple highlights on the tips of her feathers and her three-colored mane teased up in a large, poofy afro that jiggled as the pony fumbled with the stall door.

A passing thought struck Vinyl that this chick seemed familiar, from a wedding she had DJ’d a while back. She almost thought she spotted the tip of a horn poking out of that tangle of hair, but that was crazy. No way would one of the princesses be drunk in a nightclub bathroom.

Vinyl gave the reflection another once-over. Her hair looked ridiculous, but the rest of the chick’s body was smoking hot; she was probably a supermodel with that tall, sleek figure. Vinyl gave the reflection a quiet wolf whistle and flicked her tail invitingly. Club tail hadn’t been up to par lately, but this chick seemed like a good reason to try.

The throbbing bass had returned in full force, but the pegasus chick must have heard her. Instead of heading for an unoccupied sink, she sauntered forward in that zig-zagging way that drunk ponies always did and slid her forelegs around either side of Vinyl’s body to wash her hooves in the same sink.

A moan escaped Vinyl’s lips as the pony pressed up against her back and nuzzled and nipped at her ear. The pony whispered something that sounded like her name, but Vinyl felt it as a buzz against her head much more than she heard the words. The reverberating bass tones from the dance floor were still overpowering anything less than a loud shout. Vinyl didn’t recognize the chick from any part of her sordid past that she could recall, but even though her hair was down and this chick was pretty drunk, the glasses were probably a dead giveaway to her own identity.

Vinyl twisted around and felt damp hooves wrap around her back as a pair of pink lips met her own. The chick’s eyes were closed, but neither that, nor fresh taste of cranberry vodka in her mouth seemed to hamper her skill. Vinyl felt her mind changing about the quality of club tail as their tongues met; this chick could really kiss.

Their tongues battled hard for dominance and Vinyl couldn’t tell if she was getting light-headed from lack of oxygen or from a contact buzz off all the fruity alcohol still on her breath. A strand of saliva still connected their lips as they finally broke apart, both ponies breathing hard. Vinyl was still a little cross-eyed as she felt the pegasus lean against her body, pinning her up against the counter; something warm and wet pressed up against her hind leg, leaving the fur there damp and sticky.

Vinyl slid a forehoof down the pony’s slim, pink barrel, reaching between those long, lean hind legs. She grinned as she felt a moan vibrate against her forehead. The pegasus kissed around the base of Vinyl’s horn, grinding her hips against the movement of the hoof teasing her. Vinyl rubbed her wet sex gently, nuzzling the pink chest, then stiffened suddenly. She let out another, louder moan to be swallowed up by the thumping bass; the pony’s long tongue had swept up her horn, soft, pleasurable sparks erupting as it dragged along the fluting.

The bass rhythm pounding the bathroom walls slowly caught up both ponies in its wake. Vinyl’s tail bobbed the way it always did when she got into what she liked to call the ‘wub-zone’. Her forehoof found the pegasus’ stiff pink nub, rubbing it in little circles in time to the beat. The pegasus’ pink wings rose to full spread, showing off each and every purple tipped feather. Her wings shook with the movement of her body while her tongue was busy tracing circles up and around the length of Vinyl’s horn.

Vinyl let out a moan as the pegasus’ tongue teased the tip of her horn. With no way to make her voice heard over the steady pulse of the music, she decided that a little encouragement might get those lips around her horn. She preferred earth ponies for their stamina in bed, but this pony was not her first pegasus by a dozen. Leaving her hind leg to grind against the wet pussy straddling her, she raised both forehooves and gripped the pegasus’ powerful wings, marvelling at their size, strength and softness.

She grinned and moaned, her goal achieved, as she felt a pair of lips touch the tip of her horn and slide down its length. Vinyl gave a little shudder as the pony’s lips passed each flute, the spiral groove making it feel like her horn was spinning against the pony’s firm tongue. Her mind fogged up from the pleasure in her horn and she let her DJ instincts take over, her hooves becoming one with the rhythm. Her forehooves stroked those powerful wings, while her hind leg pressed into warm wetness, all in time to the thumping bass beat.

Vinyl nipped at the pink chest tickling her nose with soft fur, shuddering from pleasure. She hadn’t met too many pegasi who knew how to give horn, but this chick was a match for Octy. She was just plain good with her mouth all around; first kissing, then hornplay, Vinyl couldn’t wait to see how well she ate pussy.

The bathroom stalls began to rattle again as the bass throb grew in intensity, drowning out the moaning of the two chance lovers. Vinyl pressed her wet leg more firmly against the marehood above as the pegasus started actively grinding on her. She sped her forehooves, stroking those pink wings and teasing the feathers, coming back to spots that made the pink pegasus suck so hard on her horn that it let out soft sparks.

The beat grew to a grueling pace, and suddenly quit, letting the sound of wet, frantic sex echo off the walls for a moment before the song ended on a single powerful bass note. Both ponies stiffened and arched against each other as the shockwave hit them. Vinyl felt pleasantly as if her horn had been struck by lightning. She could feel her leg drenched in the pegasus’ wetness, the scent of it wafting up to tickle her nose, mingled with the scent of her own arousal. The pegasus’ wings flared high with her orgasm, then Vinyl’s hooves dropped to the pony’s hips as her wings slowly folded back to her sides.

They panted in unison, their chests pressing against each other as both ponies rested for a moment in the afterglow. The pegasus shifted down, meeting Vinyl’s lips again as a pink hoof dipped between white hind legs. Vinyl parted her lips, but the pink pony stopped cold. Her eyelids flew open and she stared directly into Vinyl’s raspberry irises, her pupils shrunken to pinpricks.

“Y-you’re not my husband!” The pony’s voice cracked, echoing in the now silent bathroom.

Darting forward, Vinyl gently bumped noses with the pegasus. She grinned and wiggled her hips against the pink hoof still touching her. “Nope. Wrong equipment for that, babe.”

The pink pony’s mouth hung open, her wings rustling in the still air. Her hind legs trembled as if she wanted to spring away, but lacked the conviction to move. Her wide eyes simply stared back at Vinyl.

“Sorry,” Vinyl said, her eyes darting to the floor as she realized her mistake. “That was totally not cool of me. I just figured you knew who I was. The shades usually give me away.” She waved a hoof at her trademark purple glasses still sitting beside the sink.

The pegasus’ eyes followed slowly. Her lips twitched, but she said nothing.

“Um, anything I can do to make it up to you?”

Vinyl’s question finally broke through the pegasus’ shocked state. She blinked slowly and knit her brows in thought. “I… No. No, I guess not,” she said eventually. “I mean, you didn’t exactly force yourself on me or anything.”

Silence returned to the bathroom, broken only by the slow drip of water from the sink behind Vinyl’s back. The pink pony still hadn’t moved, her eyes fixed on the DJ, as if sizing her up. After the splash of several drops, she cocked her head to one side, causing her ridiculous hairdo to jiggle. “Do you do this sort of thing often?”

“What, bathroom sex?” Vinyl asked, blinking at the sudden, personal question. She paused for a moment, thinking as the mare nodded in confirmation. Bathroom sex never really involved much talk aside from things like up a little, keep going, or just like that, I’m almost there. But at the same time, it didn’t usually involve being mistaken for a drunk and horny mare’s husband either. And there was just something about this chick that made her feel at ease despite the sticky situation.

“Sure. A couple times a week usually,” Vinyl explained with a shrug. “I’ve got a really active libido and my roomie has trouble keeping up with me sometimes. But it’s cool, we’ve got an open relationship. I trust her, she trusts me.

“It’s a fair trade. They get off, I get off, we both leave happy.” Vinyl grinned, continuing on. “And don’t ask me why exactly, but part of me just likes the idea of ponies getting to brag about snagging some tail from Pon-3.” Her eyes darted to the side and a small blush colored her cheeks as soon as the words came out of her mouth. “Good ponies, I mean. It’s not like I don’t have standards.”

“It sounds like an… interesting lifestyle. But I’m glad to hear you do think of other ponies’ happiness.” Her pink lips curled into a small smile for the first time since she’d recognized that the DJ was not her husband. Vinyl let out a sigh of relief.

“Well, I think I should be the one to tell my husband about this.” The pony’s wings rustled a bit as she spoke. “I don’t think he’ll be mad, but maybe it’s better if I soften him up first. I can count on you, right?”

Vinyl grinned, glad to be off the hook. “No sweat, babe. You restored my faith in bathroom nookie. And after a hornjob like that, I figure I owe you a favor.” Vinyl winked. “Your husband’s a lucky guy.”

Her pink cheeks flushed a bit, but she smiled and leant forward to give the DJ a soft nuzzle. “Thanks, Vinyl. You know, Shining looks a lot like you do with your mane down, except for his eyes and the shield on his flank.”

As Vinyl ticked over the description in her mind and thought about his name, her first impression of the chick came back to her. Her eyes darted up to the ridiculous yellow, pink, and purple afro and she raised a hoof to push it back and reveal a long, pink horn. “I thought so! You are Princess Cadance!”

Both ponies stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Cadance blushed a much deeper shade of red, while Vinyl just looked smug.

Vinyl smiled and patted Cadance’s shoulder. “Relax, babe. I already promised not to say anything.”

The young princess smiled in return and started to back up and unpin Vinyl from the counter. A soft moan from the DJ brought her up short as the hoof she’d still had between Vinyl’s legs brushed against her slit and came away quite damp. Her eyes darted between Vinyl and her wet hoof.

“Sorry about that, babe,” Vinyl said, biting her lip. “You got me talking about sex. And after that hornjob, seeing yours got me flowing again.” The DJ dropped back to all fours, her hind legs shaking slightly. “It’s cool, I’ve got an hour or so ‘til my next set. Just enough time for a date with Lefty before I do my mane.” She held up and flexed her left forehoof, balancing precariously on three legs.

Cadance stared at her damp hoof for a moment, flexing it a little and watching her matted coat stick together in different patterns. Her nostrils flared and her eyes twinkled for a moment before she took a deep breath and smiled. “What kind of princess would I be if I left you frustrated like that?” she said, and added, “but let’s get a bit more privacy just in case.”

As Cadance turned, her tail swished to the side, giving Vinyl a quick peek of glistening pink folds. Before she could enjoy the sight, she let out a squeak as she found herself picked up in the princess’ magical aura and levitated into the relative seclusion of one of the stalls. A new bass rhythm started up, rumbling the walls of the bathroom once again.

Sex with a princess… Octy’s going to be totally jealous!

Reminiscence and Regrets - Part 1

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.”

Reminiscence and Regrets - Part 2

Vinyl let out a little moan, briefly halting her tale. She and Octavia were lying on her big bed in what had become their favorite storytelling position. Vinyl stretched out on her back with her head propped on a pillow, gazing up at the flickering, candlelit ceiling through Octavia’s bangs.

Octavia was curled up beside her, resting on another pillow and giving slow and steady attention to her horn. In turn, Vinyl’s hoof rested between Octavia’s hind legs and stirred the fire that her story was lighting there.

Vinyl bit her lip and drew in a sharp breath as Octavia dragged her lips and tongue slowly, but firmly, across her horn from base to tip; Octavia usually limited storytime to nothing more than relaxed foreplay. With an effort of will, Vinyl pressed her fetlock harder against Octavia’s clit, rubbing the firm nub against the grain of her coat. She was rewarded with a gasp from above, and her head cleared a little again.

“I can’t tell my story if you’re gonna do that so hard, babe.” Vinyl leaned her head back a little to smirk up at her roommate, her hoof going back to gently teasing Octavia’s slit.

“I don’t want you to think I’m getting rusty, dear.” Octavia ran the hard rim of her hoof across the tip of Vinyl’s horn, eliciting another moan. “If this pretty pink pegasus of yours can pleasure a horn as well as you say she can.”

“She can, but you definitely haven’t lost your touch, babe. Love you.” Vinyl grinned, leaning back a little more and arching her back to peck Octavia’s lips. “Now, where was I?”

“I believe,” Octavia said, kissing the tip of Vinyl’s horn as she settled back against the pillow again, “that she had just finished servicing your horn as the music stopped.” Octavia parted her lips and slid Vinyl’s horn slowly back into her mouth, rekindling the blue glow of her magical arousal.

“Mmmmm, right.” Vinyl let the tip of her hoof slip back between Octavia’s slick folds, moving with the same slow, relaxed pace Octavia had returned to on her horn. “So, turns out she didn’t recognize me at first, but after I pointed out my glasses and we had a little chit-chat between songs, she wanted another piece of Pon-3.”

Vinyl was silent again for a moment, brushing her fetlock against Octavia’s clit while her lover switched tactics, trapping her horn between tongue and firm hoof. Her free fetlock clenched, wishing she could tell Octavia everything. As requested, she’d stuck with the story that Princess Cadance was just a nameless pegasus mare, but the hoof brushing her horn made it hard to hold back.

She’d felt something when Cadance had bumped horns with her. Horn kissing wasn’t something she’d experienced too often; Lyra was the only regular unicorn in her stable, and they didn’t see each other nearly as much as she would have liked. But thinking of Lyra at the moment, she reflected that what she’d felt radiating from Cadance’s horn was a bit like the feeling she got in her stomach whenever her mind turned to Lyra or Bon-Bon, or most especially Tavi.

Vinyl let out a soft groan as her horn was engulfed in the warm, wet softness of Octavia’s mouth once again. The warm burst of magic that Cadance had poured into her head shortly afterwards had had an effect on her, similar to the half-dozen cosmopolitans she’d guzzled during her set. Now that she could actually think tonight, although Tavi was starting to make that just as difficult again, it was easy to picture the princess in her mind, right there beside Tavi and all of her other regulars. Hell, Tavi would be ecstatic; one of her fantasies was to bed a princess.

Her horn began to tingle and she was wrenched from her thoughts as her body tensed up and a bolt of insubstantial magic discharged, vibrating her horn like a plucked string. Vinyl cried out her lover’s name, her hoof pressing against the gently yielding softness of Octavia’s thigh. Her free hoof darted instinctively down between her own legs in order to heighten her pleasure.

Vinyl’s chest rose and fell in shallow breaths as Octavia’s muzzle crossed her somewhat blurred line of sight, zeroing in on her lips. She had trouble actively returning the kiss, but Octavia seemed pleased at the effect she’d had on her unicorn lover.

“Aww man, Tavi,” Vinyl panted as Octavia broke the kiss. “What happened to foreplay?”

Octavia grinned down at her. “You were getting too worked up. I know better than to leave all that magic built up in your horn. Remember what happened last time?” An amused smirk crinkled her muzzle.

Vinyl blushed, her eyes darting away. “Hey, you said you’d been wanting to replace those drapes anyway.”

“Quite true, Vinyl love. But I think we can both agree that we’d rather stay in bed together than have to get up to put out a fire.” Octavia leaned down to nip at Vinyl’s ear playfully, eliciting another moan.

Her ear nibbling was short lived, however, as Vinyl quickly recovered her strength. With a combination of hooves and magic, she rolled and slid Octavia into her own former position on the bed, standing over her with a triumphant smirk. “Actually, I think I’d rather light a fire, babe.”

The blue glow of Vinyl’s magic surrounded Octavia’s right front fetlock, gently pulling her hoof toward her muzzle. Octavia let out a high pitched mewling sound as Vinyl traced her lips around the hard nail and slipped her tongue down into the middle, teasing the soft frog inside.

Vinyl grinned, enjoying the sight of Octavia squirming in pleasure. Having a preference for earth ponies, Vinyl had quickly learned about their own peculiar erogenous zones. Just as a unicorn’s horn or a pegasus’ wings became receptive once a pony was sexually aroused, so too did the soft frog of an earth pony’s hooves.

Most ponies shied away from hoofplay, but Octavia always kept her hooves in pristine condition, not entirely for that reason, but it was a nice bonus. As she moved on to Octavia’s hind hooves, tracing her tongue along her chest and belly along the way, Vinyl couldn’t help thinking of the princess and her long, slender legs.

Alicorns were supposed to combine the traits of all three tribes, and her wings and horn had certainly both been responsive. Vinyl wondered if hoofplay could turn Cadance into a puddle just as well as it always loosened Tavi up. She also wondered, wistfully, if she’d ever get the chance to find out.

“Viiiiiiinyl…” Octavia moaned.

Vinyl grinned, breaking out of a pleasant thought of herself licking a pink princess hoof while Octavia’s tongue worked up and down a long pink horn. She immediately looked down past the hoof she was still tonguing. As expected, the coat between Octavia’s hind legs was damp and matted, and the first couple inches of her long, silky tail were soaked through.

“Coming, babe,” she said huskily, planting kisses down the length of Octavia’s leg. “Same goes for you.”

Octavia beat against bed with her forelegs as Vinyl’s tongue worked its magic inside her. Another pang of regret crossed Vinyl’s mind as she ate out her lover. Once she’d gotten into the rhythm, Cadance had spent so much time—and done such a good job—pleasuring her that Vinyl’s break had run out before she could return the favor to her princess.

Octavia’s moans bordered on screams as Vinyl licked and sucked at her sopping marehood, alternating between the firm nub of her clit and the sweet slipperiness of her love canal. Vinyl couldn’t help wondering what Princess Cadance’s pussy would feel like inside and especially what she tasted like. She cursed herself for not at least sampling the latter. She’d had the perfect chance during their first go, but there was no way she could have known how the night would end up; at that point Cadance really had been just a random pegasus mare for all she knew.

Vinyl let her brooding go as she felt Octavia start to peak. She pressed her muzzle in with more force, bumping her snout against her clit and stretching her tongue deep inside her lover, flicking against a particular spot she knew quite well. Octavia’s lustful vocalizations hit a final crescendo and slowly faded as Vinyl gulped down the fruits of her labor and pulled back to give her surrounding coat a gentle, if not particularly thorough, cleaning.

Vinyl was met with a shaky kiss when she crawled up to snuggle beside her lover. She wrapped her hooves around the limp mare and couldn’t help giggling as Octavia gently licked her muzzle clean. When she finished and ended with another soft kiss, Vinyl shifted a little, rolling onto her back and cradling her lover with one arm while Octavia lay her head on Vinyl’s chest.

The two lovers simply held each other in silence for a while, basking in the post-orgasmic glow of each other’s company. Eventually, Octavia stirred a little, moving a hoof up to caress Vinyl’s belly.

“So, what piece of Pon-3 did your pretty pink pegasus get?” Octavia murmured, half into her chest, drawing Vinyl’s attention back to the oft-interrupted story once again.

Vinyl chuckled and moved her free hoof to stroke Octavia’s mane. “Same thing I just got from you, babe. She said she’d never eaten pussy before, but she picked it up really quick for a beginner.”

Octavia was silent for a long moment. The hoof she had on Vinyl’s stomach stopped cold and her whole body tensed up a little.

“Uh, babe? Something wrong?” Vinyl gave her shoulder a little shake, arching an eyebrow.

“I’m just a little confused, dear,” Octavia said quietly, her hoof still remaining fixed in place. “You seemed to imply just now that she was new to mares, and earlier you said that she didn’t recognize you at first.”

“Yeah…” Vinyl said cautiously, drawing the syllable out. She sensed a trap, but knew better than to go back on her word; Octavia’s memory was sharp as a tack.

“So then why would she have been pleasuring your horn in the first place?” Octavia’s tongue could be quite sharp as well. “Vinyl, I can tell when you’re holding something back, so spill.”

Octavia tilted her head and fixed Vinyl with a glare that was seldom used, but which the DJ knew was certain doom to challenge. Vinyl answered truthfully.

“Okay, okay! At first she thought I was her husband. I guess he has the same coat and mane color as I do and she was a little tipsy.” Vinyl scrunched her muzzle under Octavia’s intensified glare. “But it’s cool, we talked it over; no harm, no foul. Besides, round two was totally her idea.” Vinyl waved her free hoof frantically.

Octavia shook her head and planted her muzzle flat against Vinyl’s chest for a moment. “Oh, Vinyl…” Octavia lifted her head and fixed Vinyl with a pitying gaze. “Dear, haven’t I impressed upon you that you need to be more careful in selecting your paramours?”

She lay her head back down on Vinyl’s chest and let out a sigh. “I’m glad you don’t seem to be in any trouble, but I sincerely hope that your pegasus friend doesn’t run into any problems with her husband either.”

Vinyl gulped, resting her hoof back on Octavia’s mane. Her mind was suddenly overwhelmed with images of Cadance—no longer happy thoughts of partaking in princess intimacy, all her inner eye could see was a crying, distraught mare that she helped create. She shook her head, trying to dispel the unpleasant feelings.

“Yeah, me too.”

The bed springs creaked a little under the added weight as Shining Armor climbed up behind his wife. Cadance gave a shudder, feeling his hoof return to her flank. A deep breath hissed in through her clenched teeth as she felt the tip of his swollen member brush against her sopping folds.

Cadance buried her face in her damp pillow. Shining liked to tease her, which she usually adored, and even though she was clearly aroused already, it seemed like tonight would be no exception. Cadance let out a whimper as a pleasant tingle ran up her spine. His member nudged forward, bumping her aching clit, but he pulled away again, leaving her at the mercy of the relatively cold air.

The feeling didn’t last long; Shining’s hoof started to caress her and his teeth gently nibbled against her left cutie mark. Cadance fought to stay in the present, but her mind inexorably drifted back to her drunken haze in the club’s bathroom.

Her vision was a bit blurry, but that was definitely a bright white unicorn flicking a striped blue tail at her. Of course stallions always took less time in the bathroom, Cadance thought as she sauntered forward. Locking lips with him, she decided that she’d have to cut back on the drinks; she couldn’t even taste his beer over all of the cosmos lingering on her tongue.

She let her lips simply brush over the surface of his horn as they started to be more daring. Turnabout was fair play since he was up to his usual tricks, just teasing her with a hoof. When he went after her wings and started massaging them aggressively, She decided to change tactics. Perhaps a hornjob would get him to give her what she really wanted.

Cadance let out a moan. She felt a pressure on her dock as Shining gave her tail a little tug, breaking the train of her memory. Shining’s hoof was rubbing her clit in small circles, his teeth now nipping at her other cutie mark. A familiar heat began to burn hotter in her core, and as she sunk back into her memories, she felt torn in half between wanting Shining to hurry, or to keep to his usual, wonderful pace.

She hadn’t gotten what she wanted in the bathroom, and the reason was painfully obvious from the smooth, and rather damp, slit her hoof found between her supposed husband’s thighs. When the mare bumped noses and cracked a joke, part of her wanted to scream.

Unfortunately, her thoughts were a conflicting mess, and the alcohol certainly wasn’t helping matters. She was a princess, bigger and stronger than a little unicorn mare. She could easily run and summon a couple of guards to deal with the assault.

Except that wasn’t how it had happened. She, Cadance herself, had initiated it without checking to see who the pony was. It was hardly proper for a princess to ruin somepony’s life because of her own careless mistake, especially when the little unicorn was so immediately remorseful. And on top of that, she wasn’t even a stallion, so there was no cause to fret over the possibility of an unplanned pregnancy.

Cadance sunk her teeth into her pillow as she broke from her memories again. Shining’s hoof had been replaced by his tongue. Her stomach tensed up and her legs shook dangerously as his tongue played up and down her slit, teasing around her quivering entrance.

As he licked downward again, giving her clit the same careful treatment, Cadance called upon what little strength her sexually overwhelmed body possessed to lift her head from the pillow. She turned to Shining, opening her mouth to speak and coax him on, or even to beg if that was what it would take tonight.

All that escaped her lips was a squeak, followed by a long shuddering moan. In one slow, fluid movement, Shining repositioned, took a careful grip on each of her cutie marks with a hoof, and hilted himself inside her with patient care. He nickered above her as her inner walls gladly stretched to accommodate his thick member, squeezing back with gentle pressure.

Cadance felt new strength fill her limbs, keeping her upright as Shining’s warm presence filled her core and draped over her back. His hooves rested on her outstretched wings, and he nuzzled the small of her back, just between her wing joints. Even as her body recovered, her head swam again with the familiar feeling of a memory breaking to the surface, at once more distant, yet more connected.

A smirk curled Cadance’s lips as she headed for her quarters to retire for the evening. Her tri-colored tail swished from side-to-side, swinging from her strutting hips. The motion was enhanced by her extremely slender frame, only very recently grown up and not quite yet filled out.

Instead of the usual two guards, only a single unicorn in armor stood by the chamber door. Her grin grew wider as she strode purposefully down the hallway.

“Lieutenant,” she purred, “all by yourself tonight?”

Shining Armor grinned back. “It seems that my adjutant was needed on the training grounds, your highness. Short staff, you understand.”

“Well then, perhaps it would be better, more secure, if you were to guard me inside my quarters instead of in the corridor.” Cadance sauntered past, brushing her tail against Shining’s muzzle as she stopped in front of her quarters.

“I’m not sure that’s within regulations, your highness.” Shining’s face remained stoic this time, except for his eyes. They twinkled playfully as he winked.

Cadance turned, pointing her rump directly at Shining and lifting her tail to the furthest limits of decency as she looked back over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes. “I think it is, soldier,” her voice dropping to a husky tone she was only lately capable of. “As a Princess of Equestria, I order you to accompany me in my chambers for the night.”

The young soon-to-be-lovers wasted no time once the door was closed and locked, shedding armor and regalia. Foreplay was brief and fleeting as both were overeager to fulfill their desire.

Cadance nickered and stamped her hooves against the bed as Shining slowly parted her folds and joined with her for the first time. Compared to many nights together later in life, her first could hardly be called the best, but the warm feeling of the young stallion she loved cuddling her back and nuzzling her neck as they made love, was unforgettable.

Her wings quivered each time Shining slowly thrust inside. The hot, throbbing sensation of his stallionhood pressing in, filling her up, and intimately connecting with her blended smoothly out of her memory and back into the present. That Shining was a much more skilled lover now, and knew all the little quirks of her body only heightened her pleasure.

“Ooooh, Shiny!” Cadance’s voice pitched up in a high moan as Shining rutted her, his pace ramping up steadily. Unbidden, one corner of her mind sought desperately for a part of her tryst with Vinyl to connect the feeling to, but there was none; this feeling was a unique experience, so far.

Her voice dropped an octave, letting out a low groan as Shining hilted deep inside with a grunt of his own. Cadance’s back arched as she felt him nuzzle the side of her neck, their hips grinding against each other in a momentary break from Shining’s firm rutting.

Cadance turned her head and caught up her husband’s lips in a kiss. She moaned into his mouth as he shifted slightly, rubbing horns with her. Immediately as Shining began thrusting his hips again, Cadance felt the bedroom, the bed, even the night air itself drift away from her senses. Inside their own little bubble, only she and Shining existed.

She could feel the moment coming. Shining’s member throbbed inside as her passage and all of her muscles squeezed tighter in anticipation. Cadance clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring the tightly wound spring of her body as best she could, and focusing desperately on the feeling of Shining’s magic. She found the undercurrent beneath his power, that incomparable feeling of looking at her own magic in a mirror.

Cadance fixed her mind hard on Shining’s love turned to raw magic as a spark lit at the base of her own horn and shot upward. With one last hard thrust, Shining finished inside and Cadance’s spring sprung. Her body convulsed with a cry of ecstasy, her muscles clenching and relaxing completely out of her control.

She slumped down against the bed, Shining’s body following, draped over her like a blanket. After what seemed like an eternity of deep breaths, her body began to relax. Cadance’s eyes fluttered open slowly, and were immediately dazzled by the brilliant, persistent pink glow of an ethereal magic heart floating above her head.

Vinyl stared silently into the dark air of the bedroom, watching as wisps of smoke trailed from the charred wicks of the burnt out candles. Occasionally, Octavia shifted a little between Vinyl’s chest and forelegs—not quite asleep, but not far from it, either.

She gently buried her muzzle in Octavia’s silky mane, trying to clear her mind. But her bedmate’s earlier words still echoed inside her head, now interspersed with memories of all of her lovers—Cadance, Octavia, Lyra, Bon Bon, and others.

Vinyl couldn’t help remembering the look of horror on Cadance’s muzzle when she found a pussy instead of a dick between her legs. And it only got worse when she’d cracked a joke about it. Vinyl felt a sudden urge to crash a hoof into her muzzle, stopped only by the presence of the softly breathing mare cuddled up in her grip.

She settled for a quiet sigh. Sometimes she really needed somepony like Tavi to keep her in line. Not that she didn’t keep out of trouble most of the time, but it was all too easy to have one too many drinks on a rough night and make a mistake. She really was lucky that Cadance had accepted her apology so quickly.

Vinyl’s lips curled up as Octavia rolled a little again, tickling her muzzle as her mane slid across her nose. Tavi was level headed pretty much all the time, and just thinking about her would always make Vinyl smile. Freeing her muzzle before she ended up sneezing, Vinyl found her thoughts turning toward the only other married couple she knew well.

She and Octavia had known Lyra—first as a friend, then as an eager playmate—as far back as their college days. Between the three of them, they shared more than enough R&R to offset the pressures of their educational careers—at least until the culinary school party where Lyra met her soulmate.

Somehow Lyra had just known that she and Bon Bon were perfect for each other, and threw herself wholeheartedly into her new relationship. Bon Bon had been rather cool, almost cold at times, toward her and Octavia as soon as she found out just how close friends they’d so recently been with Lyra.

Vinyl had to admit that on her own, she probably would have lost a friend back then. But Octavia never let Bon Bon’s attitude get her down, or stop her from being the peak of politeness. And thanks to her efforts, and a little nudging from Lyra, just before they all graduated, the four of them were the good kind of cool. It certainly made for a fun graduation night foursome.

No one was surprised when Lyra and Bon Bon got engaged—although everyone was surprised that Bon Bon asked Lyra first, rather than the other way around. At the time, she hadn’t thought much about it, but now Vinyl had to wonder. She and Octavia had known each other—had been sleeping with each other, even—for years before Lyra and Bon Bon had even met. Yet, aside from some joking around, neither of them had ever tried to move their relationship beyond the friends with benefits stage.

Vinyl hugged Octavia a little tighter to her chest, Lyra still drifting through her thoughts. She’d put her heart and soul into hooking up with Bon Bon, so maybe that was the key. Maybe I need to take a string from Lyra’s harp.

“Mmm, Vinyl. Aren’t you asleep yet?” Octavia murmured, shrugging her shoulders a bit as she squirmed in Vinyl’s arms.

“Almost. Didn’t mean to wake you,” Vinyl replied automatically, the wheels in her mind still slowly turning. A light began to flicker on inside her head. “Hey, babe? What are you doing this weekend?”

“Hmm? I have a date with Parish on Friday night, otherwise I’m free.”

Parish, Vinyl thought, the name ringing a faint bell. No, strumming a faint harp. Vinyl suddenly recognized the name of the harpist from Octavia’s ensemble.

She’s going out with a stallion again instead of asking me out on a date. Vinyl squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think of a reason, until a single word echoed inside her brain. Foals. Octavia wanted to raise foals eventually. Vinyl shrugged. They could burn that bridge—find a stallion willing to stud for them—but first she had to get her hoof in the door.

“You wanna do something after that?” Vinyl asked, her resolve solidifying. “If you don’t mind two dates in the same weekend. I was thinking I’d let Neon have a shot at the main set for once. Take the night off and take you out somewhere, like old times.” Vinyl nuzzled Octavia’s mane for good measure and held her breath.

“I’d like that, Vinyl, love,” came the quiet reply, accompanied by a gentle kiss over her heart. “It’s been a while.”

Vinyl’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest, though a small portion of her mind—quickly ignored—wondered exactly why she was getting so excited over the prospect of settling down. She took a couple deep breaths to regain her composure. Maybe Octavia had just gotten so used to their usual routine that she hadn’t wanted to upset it. For a long time, she had too.

Vinyl spared one last thought for Princess Cadance. She was the Princess of Love, maybe that had something to do with it. Vinyl shrugged. Whatever it was, she felt happier than she had in a long time, ever since the bathroom at the club. She’d have to find a way to thank the princess later.

Maybe if Cadance squared things away with her husband Vinyl could get a threesome with her and Tavi, or even a foursome. They could make that one hell of a thank you. Vinyl hugged Octavia and gently stroked her mane, shaking her head and getting her mind back on things closer to home. She had until Saturday now to come up with something really romantic.

“Cool, babe. It’s a date.”

Vinyl yawned and closed her eyes, visions of Cadance and Octavia filling her dreams as sleep finally overtook her.

Cadance’s ear flicked in the dark bedroom as Shining’s warm breath tickled it. His strong arms circled her barrel and his chest rose and fell slowly against her back. Her eyes refused to close. They were fixed, but unseeing, on a shaft of moonlight casting a dim patch of light on the floor.

Relief spread itself across her mind like the warm, comforting blankets she lay under. Despite all her anguish for the past twenty-four hours, her love for her husband was no longer in doubt. Her memories of romantic moments with Shining, both in bed and out, burned as brightly as had the pink heart that was her love expressed through her magic.

But with the thought of her magical validation came doubt, nipping at her like the cold night air flowing in through the reopened bedroom window. It hadn’t burned quite as brightly, but her magic had produced the same effect with Vinyl. And even as she revelled in the renewed memories of her husband, she couldn’t shake off thoughts of the young DJ.

The ethereal pink heart, that reflection of her heart expressed in her magic, could not be denied. She’d produced the effect with Shining many times over. Especially at their wedding—though it came in a slightly different form by witness’ accounts—when her love and her magic powered Shining’s shield spell. The feeling in her horn and in her heart at the time had been the same.

Cadance let out a sigh, her wings rustling softly under the covers as she tried to piece together what she knew, now that she was relatively free of distractions. The alcohol and the smell of Vinyl’s arousal had been enough to light her fire, but something else about the DJ had pulled her heart into the equation.

Vinyl had mentioned a roommate and implied that they slept together on a regular basis, but also that casual sex was a normal part of her life. She thought back to the feeling of Vinyl’s magic coursing through her mind as they touched horns—that familiar feeling was undeniably love. Whether it was love directed at her because she was a princess, or love Vinyl shared with all her paramours, or love that emanated from some other source, Cadance did not know.

Whatever it was, feeling that love while pleasuring a mare for the first time in her life, knowing that her efforts elicited such a strong reaction, both mentally and physically, made her own body, heart, and mind respond. Even now, more than a day later, and with her renewed bonds with her husband, Cadance’s heart beat faster just thinking of the contented look on Vinyl’s muzzle, panting softly as she rested and recovered from the pleasure Cadance had given the her.

As Cadance pressed her head deeper into the pillow and closed her eyes to try and coax herself to sleep, another thought asserted itself in her mind. She was a princess and her domain was love, but until the previous night, she had only experienced love with a single stallion. Vinyl had demonstrated skill with both unicorn and pegasus partners on her body, and had expressed a desire to make ponies happy.

While she might emphasize the physical aspects, in some ways, Vinyl might be even more a champion of love than she herself was. She lived a lifestyle Cadance had no firsthoof experience with, yet it was one that she could learn about. To put her mind at ease, she was going to have to learn more about the ways and means of Vinyl Scratch.

At the idea of seeing the DJ again, her heart fluttered and she felt a slight stirring between her thighs. She turned her head a bit and peeked at her sleeping husband out of the corner of her eye. Cadance let out another sigh, mentally kicking herself for putting off telling Shining about her indiscretion.

I definitely have to talk to Shining.

Author's Note

The events of Desperation Manifestation take place between this chapter and the next.

Reading it is not absolutely essential, but it will certainly help. And if you've enjoyed this story, I'm sure you'll enjoy that one as well.

To Wub a Princess - Original One-shot

Author's Note

This chapter contained the original one-shot version of the story. It has been retained solely to keep the comments that were left on it.

If you want to, you can read the original as posted in this Google Document, or continue on to read the edited and expanded story beginning in the next chapter.