My hand was shaking vigorously as I reached for my brush, making it difficult to get a grip on it. I stared forward, participating in a staring contest with my reflection. I was so nervous, why was I so nervous?
I had a date with the lovely and marvelous Princess Cadance tonight. As I ran my brush through my mane, I couldn’t get her out of my head and I didn’t even want to. With every passing second, another image of her rushed through my mind. Her smile was as bright as a star, her laugh filled you with so much joy, and she was so beautiful that it was almost too much to bear. She was perfect, in every sense of the word and many more beyond it.
“Stop worrying, Gleaming,” I said to my reflection, “this isn’t your first date with her; stop getting jittery!”
No matter what I would say, my mind wouldn’t listen. It was dead-set on making me worry, even though I had known Cadance for years and years. When my parents hired her to foalsit Twilight, they sentenced me to an eternity of obsessing over her perfection. I worked tirelessly to capture her attention as effectively as she did mine.
Three years ago, I finally claimed the love of my life mine; tonight, I wanted to make it permanent. With a diamond ring as flawless as my Cadance, I was going ask for her soft hand in marriage… if I could get over my damn nerves.
I continued shaking as I slipped into my dress, my legs trembling while I modeled for the mirror. It was Cadance’s favorite shade of blue since it complemented me so well. I could picture her right now, standing behind me, placing those gentle hands on my shoulders and running them down until she reached my waist. Resting her head on my shoulder, her quiet voice swimming around in my ear, telling me how beautiful I look.
“A princess falling for the captain of the Royal Guard; a better love story couldn’t have been written, though maybe it could be a bit less cliché,” I thought to myself, looking in the mirror one final time before departing.
I stood before Cadance’s front door, scared as hell to knock. I clutched my purse in my left hand tightly; I was going to be so overprotective of the ring inside that even most mothers would find it ridiculous. They’d probably be behind me, ordering me to knock on the door and get the night underway.
“Okay girl, everything will be okay. Stop worrying. Cadance will say ‘yes’, you know she will. Just knock on the damn door already!” I reassured myself, tensely bouncing on my feet.
Taking in a deep breath, I placed my knuckles against the door’s fine wood, finding the strength to overcome my trembling and knock. Three loud knocks, I waited for my love to open the door, bringing my purse closer to my side.
I almost had a heart attack when Cadance opened the door. A long, rose colored dress stopped above the white pumps that held her soft feet. She wore a string of white pearls around her neck that were matched by a pair of long sleeves that covered her arm. Her hair was fashioned expertly, most likely done by her own talented hand. Her perfume wafted towards me, allowing me to get a sniff of its vanilla bean scent. She stood in the doorway, smiling as always.
“Wow, you l-look… wow,” I stammered; language could develop in 5,000 years and I still wouldn’t be able to do her beauty justice.
Her laughter made my heart skip two beats. “You look rather pulchritudinous as well.”
Stepping forward, I placed my hands on her shoulders and kissed my adoration. “Cadance, only you could make such a word sound so beautiful.”
“Only you would make me use it!” she giggled, wrapping her arms around my waist and kissing me again.
We admired each other for a bit, taking comfort in the silence and each other. I could’ve proposed to her right then and there.
“Shall we get going, sweetie?” I asked her as I broke the silence.
“I think we should, yes.” Cadance smiled.
Placing her hand in mine, she stepped forward and stood close against my side. Given how much I was blushing, my body probably felt like 100 degrees to her.
“Let’s go have a wonderful dinner,” I whispered in her ear, clutching my purse close.
We were greeted by several ponies when we arrived at the restaurant, which was to be expected. Canterlot hadn’t stopped buzzing about us since we first got together. In all fairness, a princess dating the captain of the Royal Guard was some big news, mostly because of the talk of marriage. My mind skipped ahead to tomorrow morning and all the headlines that would be having a field day over what would happen tonight; I couldn’t help but chuckle.
Thankfully, our table wasn’t in the most populated part of the restaurant. We were seated in what could be described as a VIP section. Most of the tables in the section either went out to royalty, celebrities, or the richest ponies in Equestria. It was also nice to not be the center of everyone’s attention while you ate.
Our table was nicely decorated, with candles and flowers adorning it. It wasn’t flashy or underwhelming; it was perfect. I pulled out Cadance’s seat for her, holding her hand as she sat down. After she thanked me, I went and sat across from her, watching the glow from the candles highlight her sweet face.
The waiter arrived shortly after, asking us what we would like to drink. We both decided to let him surprise us. He nodded with a smile and left, allowing us time to glance over the menu.
“How’s Twilight been, have you talked to her since she left for Ponyville?” Cadance asked while she continued scanning the menu.
“We try and send each other letters every month, but she’s turning into quite the busy filly! Last time I
talked to her, she told me how all of Ponyville ‘wraps up winter’ and gets ready for Spring by shoveling the snow, planting crops, and stuff like that; still can’t believe she ended up saving the day with those organizational skills of hers!” I laughed, picturing my little sister with a clipboard, directing ponies all over the place and making sure they were doing what had to be done.
“That unicorn is something else. I remember foalsitting her and she would show me how she organizes all of her toys and stuffed animals; she even made up little tasks for them! I think she had a stuffed octopus that cleaned windows,” Cadance chuckled as her mind traveled through time.
“I’d love for her to come and visit sometime. It’s been ages since she’s seen you too, so I’m sure she’d be ecstatic! Sadly, she’s so devoted to learning about friendship that it would take one big occasion for her to come and visit us,” I said, skipping ahead a few pages to the wedding I hoped to have.
“I would absolutely love that,” Cadance clasped her hands together in agreement.
Once again, the waiter returned, this time with a bottle of his personal favorite. He poured us each a glass. Before we could toast, he took our orders quickly and then left us alone once again. Our toast was to our love. It was a little corny, but still sweet. I watched Cadance sip her exquisite drink, eyes going wide as she tasted its remarkable flavor. She still managed to blow my mind away even when she was doing an everyday action like drinking.
I saw my purse dangling from my chair out of the corner of my eye. Before, during, or after we ate; I had no idea when to actually propose to her! If I did it now, we’d both be too excited and happy to enjoy a meal and, God, I can’t even imagine what would happen if I proposed during our meal and she ended up saying “no”; the awkwardness would be unbearable.
I had to stop telling myself she was going to say “no”.
“I love you, Cadance,” I told her with a smile.
“Do you now?” she giggled, batting her eyelashes comically at me.
As we laughed, I placed my hand on top of hers, gently caressing the fabric of the glove that covered it. When I looked down, I pictured a ring perfectly on her finger, as well as on mine. We leaned forward and rubbed our muzzles together before signing off with a kiss.
“So, how are things with the Royal Guard? I’m sure their captain is keeping them in shape.” Cadance winked while she took another sip of her wine.
“Things are going well! I thought of a whole new set of training exercises that will help the guard improve in a lot of different areas. I’m looking forward to incorporating them pretty soon-OH!”
The sudden touch of Cadance’s foot against my leg caused me to jump. Her sole was slowly stroking up and down my calf, toes pressing down lightly onto my fur.
“Those recruits are so lucky; they get to look at you all day!” Cadance said smoothly, her foot still rubbing against me.
“Heh, I guess they are a bit lucky…” I blushed, embarrassedly glancing over to the side.
“Some days, all I do is daydream about you. It’s like your permanent residence is in my brain and has no plans on moving,” she hummed. She placed her hands on her cheeks, looking lovely into my eyes.
“My daydreams can get so bad, that I just can’t help myself.”
“Help yourself? What do you-”
That’s when I felt it; a force brushing up against me like the wind. It was very faint, but it was most certainly there, delicately skimming against my panties.
“Uhh, Cadance, I-I’m not sure this is the best p-place for this,” I stuttered, eyes frantically looking from left to right hoping that no one was looking.
“Why? Everypony is concentrating on themselves; there’s no reason to get all nervous,” she replied deviously.
“There are plenty of reasons to be nervous, Candy!” I said sternly, trying not to raise my voice loud enough to draw attention. I pushed my legs together instinctively, thinking it would suppress Cadance’s magical stimulation for some reason.
“And you expect me to stop when you’re calling me a cute, little pet name? You really are a silly pony,” Cadance joked as she stuck her tongue out me. “I’m sure you love it anyway.”
I did. I couldn’t lie. Even without using her fingers she had an expert touch. She must had noticed my slight smile, because I started to feel the ethereal force slip into my panties and rub at my clit, almost making me yelp like a dog.
“Oh, here comes our food; try not to make a scene, okay Gleaming?” Cadance teased sadistically.
Even with the waiter inches away from me, Cadance still continued to use her magic on my marehood, albeit more slowly than before. She levitated her wine glass, fooling the waiter into thinking that’s what she was using her magic for.
As the waiter was setting our food on the table, Cadance pushed her magic into me. She had used her magic on me before, but the feeling was still as incredible as it was the very first time. Even now, I still found it difficult to describe. It was warm like a blanket on a chilly day and cold like ice water in the summer. It felt like a solid object, even though it was just an intangible force that expanded more whenever it pushed in deeper.
I tried to close my legs, but her magic made my attempts pointless. She would simply rub against my thighs with it, making them spread apart and allowing her easy access once again. Her slow massaging also made my legs quiver, twitching every time I felt her magical force slide across my fur. Every time I told my body to stop shaking and just sit still, it would do the exact opposite. I had lost all control over my actions and had to submit to whatever Cadance wanted me to do.
I wanted to moan out Cadance’s name more than anything. She just sat there, calmly watching me struggling to contain myself. The look in her eyes said more than words; they were so deceptive and so smart. Right now, I was her toy, a plaything that she could twist and bend however she wanted… and I fucking loved it.
My mind joined in on the fun as well. I started fantasizing about our waiter noticing what was going on and getting involved. I envisioned him casually undoing his pants and letting his stallionhood pop out and rest onto my muzzle, bombarding my nostrils with its delicious, musky smell. Cadance would continue to work her magic on nether-regions while I began to suck off our incredibly lucky waiter. Of course, thinking about that scenario wouldn’t help me regain control over my body and emotions.
“C-Cadance,” I whispered with a moan, “you’re g-gonna make me cum!”
“Oh, well it’s too early for that!” she said, turning her head to drink from her wine glass. She watched me from the corner of her eye, smiling devilishly.
She retracted her magic and returned to her original technique of teasing me. I don’t know how long she wanted to carry on with this, but I was hoping against hope she’d finally let me relax.
“Your food’s arrived, Gleaming, go ahead and eat up.” Cadance flicked her magic more intensely against my clit as she finished her sentence, almost making me jump out of my seat.
I tried to get a hold of my fork with my magic, but it was useless; I couldn’t concentrate enough to even think about using magic. My hand was trembling as I tried to grasp my utensil. At this point, it was safe to say I had been trembling all day. Cadance’s stunts had almost made me forget the whole point of tonight’s dinner!
Cadance congratulated me when I was finally able to pick up my utensils and start eating. It was so easy for her to sit back and comment, having a delightful time crafting all this chaos. Meanwhile, I had to try and sit still and silently enjoy her treatment.
I scanned the room once more before glancing at my purse. By the way tonight was going, Cadance was never going to let me cum and I was never going to get to propose. It wouldn’t be right to just do it another night. Tonight was supposed to be the night. I was supposed to be romantic with this candlelight dinner in one of Canterlot’s finest restaurants, getting down on my knee once we had finished and asking for the love of my life’s hand in marriage.
“Cadance please,” I pleaded between my moans, “just let me cum!”
“Why should I?” she giggled as she forced her magic in deeper.
“Because you love me and will do anything to make me happy, like letting me cum!”
“Hmm, nice try Gleamy, but that works both ways. I’m happy playing with you like this, and I’m sure you are as well. Tell you what, if you admit how much you love this, I’ll let you cum.”
“T-that’s it?” I asked. It did seem rather anticlimactic.
“Don’t make me change my mind. Besides, I love hearing you sound like a little slut.” There she went with that adorable laugh.
I gulped, still trying not to scream in delight with Cadance’s magic thrusting into me. She was purposely picking up in speed; she wasn’t going to make this easy.
“I love w-when you m-m-massage m,” I could barely get one fucking word out, “my pussy. It makes me f-f-feel like a…”
Her magic was rushing in and out of me, gradually expanding in size as well. It felt like I had an actual stallion inside me, pounding away at me like he’d been lusting over me for decades. It was as hot and thick as an actual cock, spreading me open and rubbing against the inside of my tight marehood. The closer I got to completing my confession, the faster and harder Cadance worked.
“Come on, Gleamy, it’s just a few more little words!”
“It makes me feel like a slut,” I blurted out, maybe a bit louder than expected; I could have sworn a few ponies turned their heads. “I love having you f-fuck me like this, with all t-these ponies around us. I want to cum for you so badly, Candy!”
My voice was cracking when I spoke my famous last words. Cadance gave her nod of approval and started relinquishing control. She started going at a more natural pace, so I could sit back, relax, and enjoy what was to come. I purred like a kitten as her magic slid against my wet folds. I felt the force travel upwards and pinch lightly on my clit, making my tongue pop out of my mouth in the process.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I bit on my hand so hard that I was expecting to taste blood. It muffled my moan, but just barely. My body shivered as my orgasm washed through my body, hitting on my every nerve and electrifying them. I blushed with embarrassment when I felt myself squirt, my honey shooting out and landing on the chair; I didn’t expect my orgasm to be that powerful!
I sunk back into my chair, panting like I had just run a marathon. I looked lazily at Cadance, who chuckled as she playfully waved at me.
“You really enjoyed that, didn’t you sweetie?” she asked rhetorically.
“Marry me,” I whispered.
Cadance pushed her mane to the side, cupping her ear so she could hear me better. “What was that, honey?” She had switched from the playful and lusty tone she was using moments earlier to her normal one.
Then, it was as if the whole world was in pause. I let it slip, in the heat of the moment, I just couldn’t help it. It would have been easy to tell her I said something else, but what was the point? It would’ve been stupid to put it off and wait till later that night, right?
I gulped, my heart beating faster than the first time we had met. I was just seconds away, a few ticks of a clock, a few beats of a heart. All I had to do was open my mouth and say…
“Cadance, I love you more than anything, hell, even that doesn’t do it enough justice. Ever since the day I met you, seeing your beautiful face has made me happier with every passing day.”
Cadance’s ears began to perk up, a bit of a blush was noticeable on her face. Part of her knew what was happening, but it just couldn’t believe it.
I slipped my hand into my purse, feeling around until I felt the velvet box that held the ring. I pulled my hand out slowly so Cadance wouldn’t notice and cupped the box tightly in my hand.
“I’m constantly thinking about you, it’s like you’ve made my head your own personal home. You have no idea how thankful I am to have you in my life; the finest mare in Equestria.”
I lifted myself up off of my seat, still clutching onto the box, and approached Cadance. Her eyes started watering as her hand rose to her face, hovering just outside of her mouth, ready to muffle all of her imminent tears.
“And I know this is probably the most awkward time to do this given what had just happened, but there’s no more point in waiting; I’d actually probably go insane if I had to wait any longer.”
I got down on my knee, looking up at Cadance, watching the tears swell in her eyes and run down those soft cheeks.
“Cadance.”
Opening my palm, I finally revealed the box to her, the small container protecting the most valuable object in my life right now. Placing my finger on the top, I slowly opened it, watching Cadance’s watery eyes light up as she looked at the ring gleaming in the light.
“Will you marry me?”
