Desperation Manifestation

A distant, indistinct rumble broke the silence of the world. As the sound drew closer, she found herself staring into a formless green void. Its touch was warm and soothing, but she couldn’t tell if she was floating, standing, or lying down. The first seemed most likely, but a slight pressure against her hindhooves made the second possible, and she had a vague recollection about the third.

The rumbling noise moved steadily closer, growing louder and higher in pitch. With the sound came a rush of memories. Unpleasant memories of a purple stallion and quite a lot of yelling, pleasant memories about a messy mane of blue striped hair and an eager tongue, and lastly, a warm, squirming feeling in her stomach that spread pleasantly outward from her core.

One by one, elements began to fall into place around her. She lay on her back on an elegant bed with a frame of maple and sheets of charcoal gray, lined with lighter pinstripes. A white unicorn stared up at her with bright raspberry eyes and a cocky grin. She felt her own lips twist into a smile.

The noise progressed toward a high pitched, ear piercing squeal, but somehow she ignored it. Likewise, she paid little attention to the green void that continued to block out all but the closest objects, even as it shifted in hue toward a light blue color. She moaned, all her attention now focused on the pony between her legs and the wonderful feeling of that skilled tongue bringing sweet, orgasmic release from her troubles. Her mouth dropped open, eager to extol the virtues of her bedmate’s oral aptitude.

A shrill screech emanated from Octavia’s throat as the real world resolved itself around her out of a brilliant flash of blue. Trees, grass, fresh air, and the remains of an outdoor party replaced the warm comfort of her bed and the sweet ministrations of her roommate and sometimes lover. Her hind legs buckled and her forehooves flew to her ears to block out the lingering pain of that high squeal. She swayed on the spot and her bow and cello fell away as Octavia herself toppled toward the ground.

“Whoa, don’t worry, I gotcha.” A gentle field of light blue magic surrounded Octavia and her instrument, saving them both from the pull of gravity. “Waking up from a compulsion spell can be pretty rough for both your mind and body. How do you feel?”

Octavia blinked, giving her head a little shake as she was gently set back onto all four hooves. The phantom pain vanished quickly as all of her senses readjusted to the real world. “Confused and disoriented—Princess Cadance!” Octavia shrieked the name as she hastily attempted to bow and almost fell face first into the grass again.

“Oops, careful. The formalities can wait until after you’ve recovered at the very least.” Cadance chuckled and winked, her horn shining as she caught Octavia once again.

“Thank you, Princess.” Octavia sighed, ignoring a snicker from behind her. “May I ask where I am? My last clear memory is of being in b— of being indoors.”

Cadance gave a friendly smile. “Certainly. You’re in Ponyville as the result of a teleportation swap by means of some dark magic, but don’t worry, the threat has been neutralized. We just have some loose ends to tie up, including sending you home.”

“Aren’t you used to waking up in strange places by now, Octavia?” The familiar, deep voice came from behind her. “Or are you confused that this isn’t a bedroom?”

Octavia’s eye twitched.

Cadance frowned slightly, looking between the two musicians. “Do you two know each other? Is everything alright?”

Octavia gritted her teeth, trying to maintain her composure. “Yes, I do happen to know Parish.” She flicked her tail in the direction of the harp player behind her. “He’s part of my ensemble, a failed romantic interest, a bit of a brute, and I’m not speaking to him right now.” Octavia closed her eyes and pointed her nose in the air, planting her rump firmly on the ground as she did so.

A look of worry crossed the princess’ face, but the conversation was interrupted by a new arrival.

“Princess Cadance,” Luna called, swooping in from above. “I have successfully distinguished the arriving and departing mana trails. If you have everything in hoof here, I shall attempt to locate the missing mariachi players.”

Octavia shifted uncomfortably against the grass as the princesses conferred. She could hear Parish’ voice speaking, but she ignored everything except her own thoughts as her memories started falling back into place. She gritted her teeth, recalling the disastrous date with Parish two nights prior, and hoping that it was still just two nights. Then there was the confrontation with him at the door of her apartment this afternoon, she hoped, and her towering rage as she had dragged Vinyl into the bedroom for some relaxation.

She recalled her bed in the strange green void just before she woke up in Ponyville and the recollection blended together with her actual memory. Vinyl had been eating her out and she had been right on the edge when… Her thought trailed off as she shifted her hindquarters against the grass. The foliage under her forehooves was quite dry, but the grass under her rump was most definitely not.

Fuck!

“Octavia?” The mare in question was snapped out of her fuming by Cadance’s soft voice and pink hoof on her shoulder. “Are you feeling okay? There could still be some lingering effects from the spell.”

For a moment Octavia simply stared up into Cadance’s bright purple eyes. She fought to maintain a calm expression and to keep her eyes from roving over the princess’ tall, slender frame while her swollen marehood brushed against the grass.

“Yes, Princess, I f-feel fine. I was simply sorting out my jumbled memories. I hope you will forgive my outburst.” She turned her head, intending to offer Parish a completely insincere smile, but found she and Cadance were now alone in the park.

“I sent the others home already. It seemed like a good idea, all things considered.”

“It’s appreciated. Thank you, Princess.” Octavia shifted her hindquarters again. The grass and the presence of this gorgeous and rather personable princess were keeping her on edge, but she dared not stand and present her arousal until she had opportunity to depart post-haste.

“Perhaps we should get you home as well. You do seem a little uncomfortable,” Cadance said, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly at Octavia’s odd behavior. “I can send you right back to where you were teleported from, if you can recall where that was.”

A slight blush tinged Octavia’s cheeks, but before she could answer, the sun began to dip behind the distant mountains, dimming the evening sky to an orange hue. Her eyes widened. “May I ask what day this is? My last clear memory is of early afternoon. Please tell me that was at least still today.”

“It was and is. You were teleported only a few hours ago. Unfortunately it took some time to reverse the compulsion spell. If that’s a problem, we can make other arrangements.”

Octavia closed her eyes, trying hard to think while trying equally hard to ignore the wet grass trying to brush up inside of her every time she moved.

Vinyl had a gig tonight and she was supposed to be at the club by this hour, but would she have gone to work given that her roommate vanished in the middle of having sex? Vinyl had been known to produce some strange magical effects in the heat of the moment. What if one of these missing ponies had ended up in bed in her place? Vinyl might just have been horny enough to roll with the punch. If so, all bets were off.

If she went straight home how, chances were probably even that all she’d have to look forward to was her own hoof. Octavia gritted her teeth. Whomever had done this had quite a lot to answer for, just as soon as Octavia took care of her immediate problem.

“I take it there’s some trouble with going home right away? Perhaps related to your, uh, ex-boyfriend?” Cadance prompted when Octavia failed to answer.

“That’s… an accurate assumption,” Octavia said, keeping her face carefully impassive.

“I would be happy to accompany you home, in case you need any kind of assistance on arrival.” Cadance smiled sweetly.

Octavia considered the idea. Princess Cadance was so earnest with her offer and the way she’d phrased that almost made it sound like an invitation. Having a princess in her bed was a cherished fantasy, but she knew the Princess probably hadn’t meant it that way, and it was common knowledge that she was already married to a stallion after all. Her sexual pendulum might not even swing in that direction and such liaisons usually required lengthy negotiation in any case.

“No, thank you all the same, but I don’t think it wise to return home just yet.” Octavia fidgeted, acutely aware that she was dangerously close to brazenly presenting herself to the princess, despite any potential consequences. “I have some close friends here in Ponyville, a fellow musician and her wife. Just one more question, if I may, and I shall be satisfied.”

“Well, if you’re sure. What’s the question?” Cadance asked, cocking her head to the side.

Octavia licked her lips, trying to ignore the irresistibly adorable expression on the princess’ face. “W-who was responsible for bringing me here?”

Cadance’s ears folded back against her head. “Ah, I was afraid you might ask that.” She bit her lip. “It was decided that we should keep that particular detail quiet. The pony in question was not acting completely of her own volition at the time. I’m sure you can understand how that feels.”

Octavia clicked her tongue at the inconvenience. Her hindquarters were insisting that Lyra or Bon-Bon, or both, should already be muzzle deep in them and that they were going to stop being quite so picky about exactly who they wanted attention from any moment now. With an effort, Octavia ignored them in favor of looking over the empty park once again.

Streamers still hung from the trees around the clearing. The remains of cakes and gelatin molds littered the picnic tables and the ground was strewn with cast off party hats. In her opinion, all that was missing to complete the tableau was a piñata, or perhaps a clown and it would be a party fit for any foal’s birthday.

“It must have been Rarity,” Octavia stated bluntly.

Cadance just failed to keep a straight face.

“Who else in Ponyville would summon a three piece orchestra to liven up a foal’s birthday party?” Octavia said, finally standing up and discretely tucking her long tail in close to her hind legs. “Do not worry, princess. You can truthfully say that I deduced it myself, and in any case, I only wish to express to her my gratitude.” If her tongue is still as skilled as last time, Octavia added to herself.

“And as it is already quite late, I really must be going.” Giving a quick bow to accompany her final words, Octavia bolted in the direction of the Carousel Boutique with all the speed on land that only an earth pony could muster. She desperately hoped the rush of air left in her wake would be sufficient to cover the scent she was sure she’d left on that patch of grass.

“Wait! You forgot your cello!” Cadance called as the musician ran, but the words were lost to her fleeing ears.