Desperation Manifestation

The dim light of the moon, still low in the night sky, shone through the airy curtains, bathing Rarity’s bedroom is a soft bluish glow. Slight wisps of smoke rose from the darkened, but still warm wicks of a dozen candles.

Octavia’s lips curled in a smile as she relished the fading ache of vigorous happy exercise in her loins. She lay with her back pressed to her lover’s chest, snow white arms encircling her. Rarity’s grip was surprisingly tight, but it seemed to be using all of her remaining strength; the rest of her body lay limp as a ragdoll, cuddled loosely against Octavia.

She closed her eyes, basking in her lover’s warm presence. A pleasant shiver ran down her spine as Rarity’s hot breath tickled her neck. Octavia squirmed a little as the feeling reached her hips, recalling the vision of Rarity grinding against her not a long ago; her white coat shimmering in the candlelight, framed by her straightened mane splayed out across her shoulders. Octavia grinned to herself, remembering Rarity arch her back and press against her as their dripping marehoods slid against each other to a chorus of moans and the lewd, wet noise of sex.

Octavia stifled a chuckle at the thought. Rarity, who had complained that hornfucking her would be too messy, had had no problem riding her hips through two consecutive orgasms, one of which Octavia shared in, while their hindquarters had become more and more soaked with their combined juices.

Her eyes fluttered open and a soft moan escaped her lips. Slowly, so as not to disturb her bedmate, Octavia slipped one of her hooves between her hind legs. She held it up again, watching the moonlight reflect off of her now freshly dampened fur.

Octavia’s mind began to wander back to late afternoon and waking up in Ponyville. Being in bed with a white-coated unicorn, in the dark, but surrounded by a blue glow, her arousal being rekindled from a memory; the circumstances were utterly different and eerily similar at the same time.

Her eyes dropped to Rarity’s arms as her bedmate stirred and cuddled more firmly against her back. In the moonlight, her normally snow white fur seemed to glow palest blue. Octavia gazed at the vision, recalling the blue glow of Rarity’s horn as she kissed around it, the blue fog that swallowed her memory as she woke up in the park, and the shimmering blue field of magic that caught her as she swayed.

“Mmm, darling? Aren’t you tired?” Rarity’s voice hummed against Octavia’s neck, interrupting her thoughts of looking up into Princess Cadance’s eyes. Octavia found that she was staring at the tip of Rarity’s tail, the pale moonlight turning the dark violet into a much lighter purple.

“Not especially. Being on bottom isn’t nearly as exhausting as riding on top. Though I think you had more fun.” Octavia bent and kissed Rarity’s hoof, eliciting a chuckle from her bedmate.

A quiet moment passed. Octavia kept her muzzle pressed gently to Rarity’s hoof while she debated with herself, visions of a slender pink alicorn occupying her mind.

“Rarity, would you be offended if I asked you a question?”

“Hmm, offended?” Rarity murmured. “I suppose it depends on the question, but I have difficulty imagining you offending me, Octavia, dear.”

Another brief pause. “Do you know much about Princess Cadance?” Octavia’s hooves gently cupped Rarity’s as she asked.

A thick silence descended on the bedroom. As the seconds ticked by with no answer, Octavia began to shake, her chest tightening with the certainty that the simple question had overstepped her bounds.

However, instead of pushing her away, Rarity held her closer. “That’s quite a lofty goal, darling. Wanting to bed a princess is one thing, but wanting to bed a married princess? I certainly hope it’s not too ambitious a dream.”

Octavia let out a deep breath. “It’s not an insurmountable obstacle. Vinyl and I have both had threesomes with Lyra and Bon Bon; we’ve even made it a foursome once or twice.” She cleared her throat, forcing her voice down an octave and chiding herself for immediately becoming defensive. “But that’s not why I was asking, or not exactly.”

A sigh escaped Octavia’s lips as she turned her head to stare up at the dark ceiling. “I was just thinking about earlier in the park, after the Princess woke me up. You saw the state I was in at your door; I was in rut that bad or worse the whole time I spent talking with her.

“She seems so much more personable and down to earth than Princess Celestia or Princess Luna, I’m not sure whether I should be more embarrassed or less.” Octavia rolled over to face Rarity, a worried look in her eyes.

Rarity’s hooves gently rubbed her back. “I don’t think you need worry too much, darling. As I understand it, her magic and her role as a princess are deeply rooted in emotion, and love most especially. According to some of the castle staff I became friendly with, the Princess regularly exercises her own libido with her husband. So I suspect she would have been understanding.”

“I still feel bad for being so evasive with her. More so, now.” Octavia’s expression softened, but her eyes still darted to the side. “I’m not as sure I would feel that way with the other princesses. But Princess Cadance just seems closer to home. Like a friend’s older sister when you were still a little filly, rather than a lofty, regal head of state.”

“Yes, she does have that sisterly air about her, though no less a lady when the situation calls for it,” Rarity chuckled. “I remember when I volunteered for the—hm—honor of attempting to recreate an ancient Crystal Empire headdress for her during the Equestria Games venue selection process. She was quite eager to simply chat mare to mare as if we were at any hair salon, and I would have obliged but unfortunately time was not on our side that day. Yet despite all our frustrations, her manner remained always perfectly befitting a princess.”

Octavia finally broke out in a smile once more at the anecdote. “I’ll have to find a way to apologize for my abrupt departure earlier. I must have seemed quite rude to just cut and run the way I did and leave nothing but a patch of damp grass and… and…” Octavia sat bolt upright, her eyes bulging. “My cello!”

Her gray chest heaved with spastic breaths as she panicked. “I just left my cello outside in the park! Rarity, I’m so sorry, but I have to go!” Octavia cried as she lept out of bed and trotted in place on the floor.

Rarity slid off the bed more gracefully and put a gentle hoof against Octavia’s cheek with a smile. “I understand completely, darling. Go find her.”

Octavia took a deep breath, her hooves coming to a stop. She leant forward and pressed her lips softly to Rarity’s. “Thank you so much. Rarity, have I told you lately that I love you?”

“I believe you cried out something like that earlier, but it’s always nice to hear again,” Rarity said, nuzzling her lover. “Shall I wait up for you, my love, or do you think you will be back at all tonight?”

Octavia bit her lip. “If the Princess is still around, I may ask if she can still send me home and save the trouble of transportation. If that’s alright with you.”

“Of course, darling. I dragged you here unnecessarily, so I shan’t be offended,” Rarity assured her, yawning as she finished. “Shall I light the lamps downstairs?”

Octavia shook her head. “I can manage by the moonlight. You should get some well-earned rest.” She leant over the bed and gave Rarity another peck as she got back into it. “I’ll be sure to write, so we can find a time to get together with Vinyl.”

“I look forward to it. Good night, darling.”

“Sleep well, Rarity.”

Octavia quietly shut the front door of the Carousel Boutique and turned to face the dim blue shade of night between her and the park. Her tail swished behind her, setting her knees to quiver as the cool night air passed over her still damp hindquarters.

While she clicked her tongue and tucked her tail in against the chill, a soft blue light shone out, a bit above eye level, on the path leading away from Rarity’s home. Octavia was momentarily dazzled by the sudden brightness, but as her eyes adjusted, she could make out the shape of a tall, slender pony.

“Octavia?” Cadance’s soft voice and familiar face were unmistakable as she stepped closer. “You forgot something in the park.” With a soft pop and a quick flash of blue, Octavia’s cello appeared out of thin air by Cadance’s side.

Confusion and elation engaged in a heated battle over Octavia’s expression, her twitching lips forming the warfront. Finally, in compromise, they parted and allowed Octavia to speak.

“Princess, thank you!” She dropped into a bow, then looked back up with a smile. “I was afraid I’d have to search park by moonlight and trust nopony had taken her.” Her head dipped groundward again. “I only just realized I’d left my cello with you. I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience.”

Cadance gently took one of her hooves and helped Octavia back to a standing position. “No need to bow with just the two of us here,” the princess smiled, “and it wasn’t an inconvenience. I was here to help clean up after the incident anyway, and to tie up any loose ends. You happen to be my last one.” Cadance’s lips curled in a knowing grin. “Besides, I’m sure you had other things on your mind at the time.”

Octavia’s dock twitched, her tail tucked in against the cool night air suddenly recalling her swift departure from the park in the late afternoon. “Ah, yes, Princess. Something like that. But I really must apologize for dashing off the way I did.”

Cadance waved her hoof dismissively. “I could tell your business was urgent. I just hope Rarity appreciated your—hm—gratitude.” There was a twinkle in her eye as she paused.

“S-she did, yes.” Octavia sat down on the grass, pinning her tail between herself and the ground. The cat-and-mouse game around her activities with Rarity was bringing to mind her momentary fantasy about Cadance and her offer of assistance. Octavia could feel her tail start to become damp again.

“I would have returned your cello earlier, but when I was about to knock, you two sounded... busy. I didn’t want to disturb you two, so I waited.” Cadance’s tone was perfectly casual, as if they were discussing nothing out of the ordinary, but her tail flicked suggestively.

“Y-you heard? H-How long did you wait outside?” Octavia’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“An hour and a half, maybe two. I was just thinking about teleporting your cello inside in case you’d fallen asleep after—well, after you seemed to have concluded your meeting—when I heard your shout.”

“You waited all that time and you didn’t want to disturb—” Octavia paused for a moment, thinking. It was clear Princess Cadance knew what had been going on. And even though there was a hint in her expression that she might like to discuss it and the surrounding circumstances more intimately, she was still being remarkably tactful about the whole situation; treating the liaison as nothing out of the ordinary.

Rarity’s rumor about Cadance’s own bedroom habits played back in Octavia’s mind. She shifted slightly against the ground; there was no need to sniff the air to know she was in full rut again. Even if she couldn’t get Cadance as far as her bedroom, the Princess was a mare whom she could have a pleasantly intimate conversation with, and in any case, she could at least lay some groundwork for the future.

Octavia cleared her throat. “Princess, I absolutely must apologize.” She held up a hoof, forestalling any objection. “Not for running away, or not merely for that. I was rather evasive in everything I said at the park. Not untruthful, just not forthcoming.

“Perhaps, by way of apology, we can go somewhere cozy, let our manes down, and just chat, friend to friend, mare to mare? If I’m lucky, since it is your field of expertise, you might even have some advice to share with me.” Octavia smiled and held out an inviting hoof.

“I’d love to.” Cadance smiled in return. “Being a princess doesn’t really give me the opportunity to sit down and talk with a friend very often. Did you have a place in mind?”

“My apartment in Manehattan if that’s still easily possible,” Octavia said, standing without bothering to tuck in her tail. “That’s where I was before I was teleported to Ponyville. In bed, if that’s an important consideration. I wasn’t exactly truthful about my reason for not wanting to return, but the true problem has been resolved.”

Cadance sniffed the air discretely as she lifted Octavia’s cello with her magic. “It has? Forgive me if this is out of line, but that was quite a scent you left on the grass earlier.” She motioned for Octavia to follow and began walking back toward the park.

Octavia grinned to herself, giving her tail a little extra flick as she followed. “It was, wasn’t it? All my lovers have told me so. But rest assured, Rarity gave as good as she got and my need has been sated.”

“I wonder if that’s an earth pony thing. Before I became a princess, I never knew any pegasus mares with a scent that bold and intoxicating.”

Octavia’s tail started to bounce quite exuberantly behind her, hearing her scent referred to as ‘intoxicating’. A spark of hope ignited in her chest, and with it, a vision of a slender pink alicorn laying on her back on charcoal gray sheets on a maple framed bed while she herself smiled up from between those long legs.

She smiled for real, then had to suppress a chuckle as a new image entered her mind; Cadance laying on her stomach on a much larger bed, surrounded by Octavia herself and all of her favorite playmates, each kissing, nibbling or licking at a different spot, hooves, neck, and ears.

Octavia trotted up level with Cadance as they neared the park. Even on the move and in the open air, the scent of her arousal was potent. “Perhaps you could put that to the test some day, Princess. If you like mares, that is. I wonder, have you ever considered forming a harem?”