To Be Loved

I almost broke a leg in our hurry to get to the carriage. Fortunately, a broken shoe was the only damage when I tripped while running down the stairs. Maybe that fourth glass of wine wasn’t such a great idea. I loved those shoes. But right now I don’t particularly care. I kick off the other three and we accelerate into a full gallop. We’re almost there.

Shining Armor laughs as he helps me along. We’re out of breath as we finally reach the waiting carriage. The driver stands up, presumably to help us inside, but my husband waves him off.

“Just get us to the guest suites” he says hurriedly. I lean against the side of the carriage to catch my breath while Shining opens the door.

The driver seems a little confused. “Actually, sir I’m already going there. Is it ok with you if there’s--”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry, it’s fine.” Shining interrupts. He hefts me inside, almost tossing me right out the other side. He climbs in after me and closes the door.

It’s very dark inside, and I have to find him by the sound of his breathing. He is seated on a generously padded bench along the back wall. I stumble over to him and press my lips against his.

Actually, I miss the first three times. When our lips finally meet, he wraps his hooves around me and I melt into his embrace. Our kiss is abruptly interrupted by the jolt of the carriage moving forward. My eyes are beginning to adjust to the dark, and I can make out his face in front of me. I clamber to the narrow row between the forward-facing and rear-facing benches. Facing him, I kneel and look up at him. He’s still breathing heavily, and I can see the impressive outline of his erection right in front of me. I lick my lips as I stare at it.

I put on the most sensual look I can muster and declare in a harsh, somewhat slurred whisper “I’m going to suck your cock until the sun comes up.”

A soft purple glow begins to emanate from his horn, filling the small room in a cozy light. He loves to watch, and I love to watch him watching. I meet his gaze as I lower my head, sliding my lips over the bulging tip. The purple glow makes his blue eyes shine in violet radiance as his shaft slides across my tongue.

“Well don’t mind me.” A scratchy old voice startles both of us. My husband gasps and halfway jumps to his feet, which only shoves his considerable length deeper into my mouth. The unexpected thrust makes me gag and sputter. We both look over at the source of the interruption and see a well-dressed old mare sitting on the other bench. She stares at us, snickering softly, a wide grin on her wrinkled face. She clearly recognizes us.

In the soft purple light, I recognize her as a member of parliament. My ears droop in humiliation. She must be loving this. In two days flat, word of this will make its way to every board room, dive bar and schoolyard in the kingdom. I’m certain of it.

That’s it. I’m ruined.

I hang my head.

“Umm…” Shining Armor attempts a little damage control. “You’ve met my wife, Princess Cadence Mi Amore Cadenza? The uh...Princess of Love?” He smiles timidly.

“My...job’s never done?” I add as a lame excuse.

She laughs warm heartedly, her jewelry clinking softly in time with her mirth. Her laughter runs out of steam after a few seconds, and she waves dismissively. “I did a lot worse when I was a younger mare.”

I feel a little tension subside, and she continues. “Why, this one time I was with these two strapping colts in a carriage just like this one.”

She looks around thoughtfully. “Might actually have been this one.”

Shining and I trade nervous glances.

“They were fresh young recruits with the Royal Guard.” She leans toward me and whispers, like she’s telling a dirty secret. “They were twins, actually. And I tell you what, you haven’t lived until you’ve had one in each of your--”

I cringe -- as politely as I can -- as she piles the lurid details onto her trapped audience.

For the next twenty minutes she rambles on and on about everything from the poor state of sex education, to her disapproval of the selections that the string quartet had played during dinner.

“Oh look, we’re here!” Shining Armor interrupts as the cart finally comes to a halt. A few seconds later, the driver opens the door to let us out. We both give her desperate smiles as she takes one step out of the carriage. She halfway turns back to us and puts one hoof gently over her heart. With a sincere smile, she raises the hoof to her mouth and makes a “zipped shut” motion. Still smiling, she steps outside and walks away.

Shining lets out a heavy sigh of relief. Peeking outside, I can see that we have in fact arrived at our destination, but at a different entrance than we’ve been using during our weekend stay in Canterlot.

“Driver, can you take us to the East entrance, please?”

“Right away, Your Highness” he replies crisply before closing the door and resuming his position at the helm of the carriage.

“Well, she was um, sweet.” I remark, unable to shake the horrified grin I had been wearing for the past twenty minutes. My cheeks are actually hurting from cumulative effects of smiling politely all evening.

“For a creepy old hose hound.” Shining adds. We both burst into laughter.

The vehicles starts forward with a jolt, and we are silent for a few seconds. I look up at my husband and find him smiling down at me mischievously. I slowly look down and see that his erection has returned, stronger than ever. In a heartbeat, my lips are wrapped around it again. Kneeling in front of him, I suck on it ferociously, easily taking half of its length into my mouth and throat. My hair bounces a little each time I raise and lower my head. I close my eyes and enjoy his musky taste and scent. The rhythm of the wheels rolling over cobble stones is marvelous; the carriage, the bench -- and by extension, his rod -- take on a pistoning motion, pushing his erection relentlessly into the back of my throat. I feel something warm trickling down my inner thigh.

In this moment, I believe I really can suck it until the sun rises.

Without warning, he grabs my horn between his fore hoofs and yanks upwards, lifting my head and roughly turning me around. I don’t resist or ask questions as he bends me over the rear-facing bench. He lifts my evening gown up and out of the way, exposing my bottom and nether bits. As quickly as I had gone down on him, he mounts me and thrusts his entire length into my slick canal. Half of a moan escapes my throat before I bite down hard onto one of my forelegs, still nervous about the driver hearing us.

I barely get to enjoy half a dozen thrusts before the carriage once again comes to a halt. We freeze for a moment, and I hear the driver dismounting. In a panic, I push my husband off of me and quickly work to fix my hair and evening gown. The instant I manage to get everything back into place and sit down like a normal, civilized passenger, the door opens.

“Why thank you” I say, smiling regally. He doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss.

I step out of the carriage and quickly thank the driver. With me distracting him, he doesn’t seem to notice the raging hardon swaying back and forth beneath my husband’s belly as he exits the carriage after me. We make our way inside the building. The East entrance tends to be less busy than the main entrance, and we have no trouble getting to our room without anypony seeing us.

With a momentary flash of my horn, I activate the magical lock and the door to our suite swings inward. I squeak in surprise as a purple aura engulfs me. Shining’s magic sweeps me off my feet and he carries me over the threshold. The universe slows down as I’m carried through the doorway, and I meet his kindly gaze. In this moment, I’m taken back to our wedding night. My eyes moisten slightly, and I blink away a tear. He smiles at me, and still holding me up with his magic, he kisses me tenderly. I close my eyes and savor the moment of intimacy. The closeness. The gift of...this. His lips taste like the blackberries and cream we shared for dessert.

Suddenly his head pulls to the side, breaking our kiss.

“Oh cool, a water bed!” he exclaims. He sets me down a little hurriedly, slams the suite door, then runs over to the bed and belly flops onto it. I smile and shake my head. He’s such a kid sometimes. As I watch him do an improvised backstroke on the wafting surface of the water bed, a devious idea begins to form in my mind.

I groan and rub my eyes tiredly with one hoof. He stops fake-swimming and looks over at me. I yawn dramatically and keep rubbing my eyes.

“Everything okay?” he asks, suddenly concerned.

“It’s been a long day.” I say through another yawn. “I think I’m going to take a bath and get some sleep.”

“...oh.” He says, his ears drooping in disappointment.

“Don’t worry, dear. Our first appointment isn’t until 9 tomorrow morning.” I flutter my eyelashes at him and add “I’ll take care of you first thing in the morning. I promise.”

He smiles weakly, still a little disappointed.

“First thing” I repeat over my shoulder. Trying not to smile too obviously, I walk to the suite’s bathroom.

With my magic, I turn the brass knobs on the oversized bathtub, then I add half the contents of a bottle with a picture of bubbles on it. Within a couple minutes, steam fills the room. I hum tunelessly to myself and undress while the tub fills. The evening gown crumples to a heap around my hooves, and I step out of it. Looking in the mirror, I use a cluster of magical tendrils to remove the myriad pins and clasps that secure my mane. Gradually, I pick apart my ornate hair-sculpture, undoing the steps that some stuffy neo-classical ponies arbitrarily thought to be “proper”. I briefly hope that -- for their sake -- they at least had a stallion or mare who could make their knees weak after a day of such maddeningly pointless work.

After shaking my mane loose at last, I glance through the door to the bedroom. The lights are out. I turn off the water, and in the new silence I can just make out the sound of my husband’s breathing as he sleeps. I resume my soft humming and gingerly step into the tub. As my hoof breaches the surface, the hot water sends shocks of pleasant pain up my nervous system. I shiver a little, then step all the way into the tub. Very slowly, I lower my body into the steaming, bubbly bliss. Finally, I lean my head back against the porcelain and let my mane down into the water. At first it floats on the surface, but as it becomes soaked, it splays out in a pink, purple and yellow morass around my neck and shoulders.

In the distance, the the clock tower chimes once, indicating the bottom of the hour. It’s 11:30. I told him I would take care of him in the morning, and I fully intend to. Smiling devilishly to myself, I slide a hoof between my thighs and begin to slowly rub in a circular motion. I close my eyes and breath through my mouth as I gradually increase the pressure and speed. A half hour is plenty of time to let him drift into a very deep sleep, and he’ll need to be sound asleep for what I have planned. Until then, it’s going to be a very long half hour.