The Relapse

Chapter 2 ~ The Unthinkable

Stepping out through my door for the second time today, I tugged a strap on my armor, making sure it was snug. For all I knew, I might well need it before the day was done.

Cadance still slept peacefully inside. She always tended to sleep in the morning after one of our late nights. Luckily, today was Saturday, and there was no reason to wake her.

I slipped out into the gleaming crystal hallway and headed for the ground floor. I had more than a hunch about who this was from, but I had to see it for myself.

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There it stood, right in front of me. It wouldn't normally be anything imposing. It wouldn't normally be something that made my legs shake, but there it was: a tiny slab of topaz crystal set in the shining door, the numbers '412' deeply engraved on its surface.

I stood there, struggling just to breathe, staring at the door. The only other pony around was a janitor, slowly mopping the floor down the hallway and studiously minding his own business.

What could be inside that room? Who would meet me inside that room? Only one way to find out, but when I lifted my hoof it trembled so badly I could hardly reach the door handle.

I stomped my hoof down. I was captain of the royal guard and Prince of the Crystal Empire. Whatever or whomever was behind that door, I could handle it... with a little preparation, of course. Lighting my horn, I called up my protection spell, forming just a small bubble around myself. That let me focus the energy far more tightly, though. This shield would be nearly impenetrable. With another trick my sister taught me, I refined the energy to make it nearly invisible as well.

Now with a steady hoof, I reached up to turn the door handle.

As soon as I touched it, the door slid open, effortlessly. It hadn't even been latched. It slowly opened wide, showing nothing but what a weak ray of light from outside could reach. No lights relieved the dimness within.

Careful not to leave the doorway – making sure the door couldn't be shut behind me – I stepped forward into the darkness, calling up an additional light spell. Inside, I found only an ordinary hotel room. A bed, a couple chairs, and an open door inside leading to a bathroom. No sound reached my ears except the janitor's mop swishing outside, and I couldn't smell anything other than the usual smell of a clean hotel room. It was completely empty – from the look of the bedsheets and the lack of any clothes laid out inside, it probably had been for some time. Had someone been playing some kind of prank on me?

The janitor's mop handle hit the hard crystal floor outside with an echoing bang.

I whirled around, still in the doorway, to find out what happened to him.

He was gone. Instead, Cadance stood there, strutting down the hall toward me. One corner of her mouth curled into a malevolent grin.

“Cadance?” I let my mouth hang open.

Her smirk only grew. With a green flash, she vanished and popped back into existence right in front of the doorway. “You think so?” She laughed, with a green shimmer running through her eyes.

“You!” I instinctively backed away, back into the room. “I knew it was you!”

She stalked toward me, moving into the darkness of the room. “Of course you did. I hardly took any effort to hide it, now did I?” She licked her lips and slammed the door shut with a back hoof, plunging the room into complete darkness except for her slightly glowing green eyes. “We both know from experience that if I really wanted to fool you, I could.”

“I'm ready for you this time, Chrysalis. You won't catch me by surprise again!”

She flashed with green light again, but seemed to stay in the same place. “But enslaving you and capturing your kingdom isn't what I want this time.”

I sneered in the darkness.

“Don't make faces. It's unbecoming of you.”

My scowl deepened. So, the creature could see in the dark. Good to know.

“Because I know you came alone, and came as soon as you could, just like my letter asked.” I could feel her approaching closer. “That's because I have something you want, too, isn't it? You got a taste of it, before the wedding, and ever since then, you've been craving more.”

“You don't know what you're talking about.”

“Don't I?” With a small burst of green magic, the lights in the room flicked on.

There was no way I could fail to recognize the face in front of me. It was always plastered across the fashion magazines in any Canterlot newsstand. Fleur De Lis.

'Fleur' smiled. “You see?” Her voice grew softer and deeper, matching the model's perfectly. “There's no limit to what we can have together.” She took a couple more steps toward me, and this time I didn't back away. Her eyes half-lidded she leaned in close, almost close enough to touch my shield.

I stood tall. “I know you're nothing but a leech. I know you must be planning some kind of invasion. I'm not going to fall for it again.”

She grinned, turning sideways and skirting my shield, letting the long curves of Fleur's body flow around the edge. “My changelings are scattered, and my power grows thin.” She stopped, one hind leg stretched out behind her so I could just barely see a sliver of her sex peeking out between her legs. “I just want enough love to survive on, that's all... and your love... well, it has a flavor I've grown fond of.”

“I know better than to trust you, Chrysalis.”

“I am glad you're not calling me 'Queen'.” She winked at me. “It means I get to call you 'Shining', not 'Prince'.”

“I know you, and I know what you're up to.” I stomped a hoof down.

“And I know you.” She smiled, her delicate little mouth grinning wide. “I know your shield won't let anypony in unless you want them in.” She stepped in, right through the bubble of my shield, watching it shimmer around her. “And whether you'll admit it or not, you want me in.”

I gulped, and my shield fell to pieces around me, abandoned as quickly as she'd punched through my pretenses.

I took another step back. “But Cadance–”

“–Will never know anything about it.” She laughed. “One of my minions, disguised as you, is busily reading in the Crystal Archives, carefully watched over and logged by the curators there. You'll have an airtight alibi.”

I tried to make another retort, but her slender white hoof shut me down by tracing along my shoulder.

She stepped past me slightly, then backed up right into me. The tight curves of Fleur's perfectly toned ass pressed against the side of my chest, her flawlessly groomed tail flicking over my shoulders.

“I... I...”

Something twitched against the fur of my chest, and she ground herself onto me, prompting more twitches from below her tail.

My stallionhood began to grow, right along with the warm, wet patch her sex was rubbing into my chest fur.

“The truth is...” She stepped away from me, leaving a thin, clear tendril connecting the two of us for a moment. “...I want this as much as you do.” She turned back toward me, hiding Fleur's delicious flower away from me. “The taste of your love is addictive. It doesn't matter which other ponies I feed on, it's just not the same. I need you.”

I blinked. “Are you... are you in love with me?”

She shook her head. “I'm not sure. I don't know what it means.” She looked me right in the eyes and fluttered her eyelashes in a coquettish display that suited her supermodel body well. “But I do know what I want.” Her slender white horn flashed green, and my armor untied itself, clattering to the crystal floor.

“But I love Cada–”

She rushed toward me, green fire showing in her eyes. I backed away just as quickly, only to have my back legs strike the hard edge of a crystal chair. I thanked my lucky stars that the chair was padded as my body tumbled into it.

She loomed above me, licking her demure little lips. “Oh, how delicious! I can taste it already.”

“Fleur, er, Chrysalis, I can't do–”

She snickered. “I bet I know what you'd like. I've been inside your mind, after all.” She winked at me as I winced. “What if your commander in chief – your boss – was being submissive for once? What if – for once – you got to stick it to her?” Her grin grew as green fire flashed across her body.

She grew even taller, and great white wings sprouted from either side. An ethereal, waving mane replaced Fleur's glossy hair. A crown and golden horseshoes even formed out of her skin. 'Celestia' grinned wide, looking down at me. “Like what you see?” She did a quick spin around, shoving her tail into my face. Beneath it, a tight pink marehood winked up at me between slightly spread legs.

My eyes went wide, and my member stiffened completely as she lowered her surprisingly small marehood right onto it.

She rubbed herself up and down my cock, playing my medial ring across her clit. Every time she winked, more of her juices spilled out onto me, making her glide up and down easier. “Mm, yes, now there's the lust I remember,” she said, her voice smooth and regal. “I want to taste it.”

Whirling around, she knelt down in front of me, licking her lips again. She looked directly into my eyes as she moved her head forward and quickly licked off the bead of fluid forming on my tip.

I groaned. I hadn't felt a tongue on me like that since... well, since the last time Chrysalis was with me, imitating a different princess. I watched in awe as she wrapped her lips around it, pulling it closer with a golden-shod hoof.

It couldn't be denied. Seeing the ruler of all Equestria with my cock in her mouth turned me on more than a little.

She looked up at me, and used her other hoof to guide my own hoof to the back of her head. She winked.

My eyes went wide. Did she really want me to... do it that way? I pressed my hoof onto the back of her head, through the waving strands of her mane, and she sank down a little lower, swirling her tongue over the top of my shaft.

At first, my instinct was still to be a gentlecolt about it. One simply does not treat a mare that way, much less a princess... but then I remembered who this mare really was. What she'd done to me and my wife.

'Celestia' looked up at me with big, wavering eyes, the same ones Cadance knew I couldn't resist.

My cock twitched. I knew what I was going to do. I grabbed the back of her neck by the mane, turning her a little to be sure I didn't impale myself with her long horn, and shoved downward. Hard.

Her pupils constricted in her wide eyes as my member shot down her throat, but she didn't gag in the slightest, even as I held her down, grinding her nose into my crotch.

She moaned, her tongue snaking out over my sheath and tickling my balls. Her throat convulsed around me, but she didn't struggle against my hoof holding her down at all.

I gasped. I'd never felt like this before. Slowly, I let her rise up a little, but I didn't even let her come up halfway before shoving her down again, as hard as I could.

She just moaned louder, reaching down between her back legs with her spare hoof.

I let my momentum build quickly, slamming her down again and again, thrusting up with my hips until I was brutally rutting her face, my heavy balls bouncing off her chin on every down stroke.

She ate it all up, literally and figuratively, making tiny “Hnf” noises every time I slammed her down.

As the flared head of my cock swelled up in her throat, completely blocking her airway, my rhythm faltered. Her throat clutching at me was just too much for me to handle.

With my hoof faltering, she didn't miss a beat. She kept slamming herself down, keeping the same rhythm I had. The familiar tingling pressure mounted, and I knew I wouldn't last long. I groaned, my mouth hanging open.

At the last possible moment, 'Celestia' yanked her head off of me, returning to press her tongue against the surface of my flare, just below the hole, waiting for my orgasm.

She didn't wait long. A thick stream of sticky white seed shot out, smothering itself across one eye before dribbling into her mouth, followed by another playing across her nose.

Her eyes held nothing but hunger for me, and I kept pumping, painting her face with another layer of white.

As my climax died down, I could feel her lips pressing onto the tip of my cock, sucking for all she was worth, trying to get every drop.

Finally, she pulled away. “Mm... delicious.” Glancing down at my softening stallionhood, she frowned. “But I want more. I'll need you hard again.” She looked back up at me, and a predatory green gleam ran through her cum-plastered amethyst eyes. “And I know just what will do the trick.”