Chapters 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.
Desperation Manifestation
Rarity slid reluctantly off of her chaise lounge. She was relieved to have heard that no permanent damage had been done to the town, that she was being held blameless, and that the worst Spike had to look forward to was a stern lecture. When Twilight had stopped by hours ago to deliver the message, she looked like she’d been through Tartarus and back. But in her exhausted state, she’d declined Rarity’s offer to help restore her appearance, opting to return home for some rest instead.
She sighed, supposing it was just as well. There was quite a mess that needed to be cleaned up inside the boutique, not least of which was the pile of empty ice cream cartons that surrounded her cherished lounging spot. In the whirlwind of creation brought on by that infernal spell, she’d never actually taken the time to clean them up. As Rarity carefully moved the dripping cardboard containers into a trash bag, she was at least glad to see that her magical aura had returned to its proper shade of blue rather than that ghastly green hue.
Once the bag was full and tied shut, Rarity stared alternately between it and the front door. She brought a hoof to her belly where she swore she could feel every single spoonful of the ice cream she’d devoured in her despair yesterday. It was like a frozen weight mounded on top of the stomach churning guilt she was already feeling over the incident in town.
Properly disposing of the trash would mean going outside, and despite it now being dark, she didn’t feel up to exposing herself to any prying eyes after events of the last two days. Possibly she wouldn’t even go outside until she’d taken the time to lose a pound or two, as much as she detested the sweatiness involved in serious exercising.
Rarity had just finished cramming the bag unceremoniously into the kitchen trash can when she heard a sound that chilled her to the bone. Somepony had knocked on the door of the boutique. She froze, listening into the returning silence and hoping that if she just ignored it, the knock would not be repeated.
To her horror, the knock came again, and much more insistently this time. After a moment of indecision, Rarity took a deep breath to calm her nerves, floating over her highly polished tea kettle to check her mane. Satisfied that she was at least presentable, she crept unwillingly toward the front door. Her magic set the knob rattling slightly as she opened the door a crack, just enough to peer out into the gloom of the evening.
“I’m sorry, the Carousel Boutique is closed for the night. May I suggest that you…” Rarity stopped short, seeing exactly who was on the other side of the door. “Octavia! W-what brings you to P-Ponyville this f-fine evening?”
“The oddest thing happened to me today,” Octavia deadpanned, “I distinctly remember being at home this afternoon, not at all tired, and yet I just woke up here in Ponyville hours later. It seems that I was summoned, apparently by a burst of dark magic, in order to liven up a birthday party.”
Rarity sucked a breath of air through her teeth as if she had been physically struck. “Twilight assured me that the princesses had decided to keep my name out of public knowledge.”
“Rarity, please. Who else in Ponyville would replace a mariachi band with a three piece orchestra at a foal’s birthday party and call it an improvement? It wasn’t hard to guess.”
“A fair point,” Rarity sighed, hanging her head. “But why are you here? I was told Princess Luna and Princess Cadance were finishing the last of the clean up.”
“Because I need help that I can’t get from the princesses.” Octavia’s violet eye glinted in the sliver of light from the doorway. “You see, you summoned me straight out of my bedroom, straight out of my bed, in fact.”
Rarity gasped, putting a hoof to her lips. “Darling, I do apologize, if I interrupted—”
“The least you can do,” Octavia continued, her lips curling, “is pick up where Vinyl left off.” Octavia spun around unceremoniously, in a move that would shock most of the ponies who hired her services as a cellist, and flipped her tail up over her flank, presenting her swollen, wet, and musky marehood to Rarity.
Rarity stared with wide eyes at the puffy gray labia before her, still flecked with green bits of grass. Her head swam as she caught the heady aroma of arousal. Octavia was beyond wet, her hind legs matted all the way down to her fetlocks. Her vagina winked invitingly, transitioning from the gray of her surrounding coat to a beautiful, smooth pink inside, just the color of her bowtie.
She drew her tongue across her dry lips. As much as she didn’t want to be seen, here was a pony, a friend, whom she had wronged and who was clearly desperate for help. Rarity let a hoof trace across her belly again. Sex counted as exercise, did it not? Yes, it was sweaty, but at least it was a pleasurable sweaty. Rarity bit her lip as her hoof slid a bit lower, brushing against a stiffening nipple on its way to her own marehood. She found a touch of wetness to greet her there.
Rarity cleared her throat and returned her hoof to the floor before opening the door wide with as much decorum as she could muster. “Very well, come inside quickly before the neighbors notice your brazen display.”
Rather than complying, Octavia lifted her tail high, leaving herself completely exposed, and slowly cantered backwards into the boutique, smirking over her shoulder.
Rarity’s eyelids narrowed as she stared into Octavia’s self-important expression. “That’s the way you want to play it, then?” She had planned to take Octavia upstairs and offer her a nice, relaxing round of female calisthenics, but clearly that idea had been preempted. Rarity shot a hind leg out, kicking the front door closed. “Oh. It. Is. On!”
Octavia chuckled, swishing her tail as she headed for the stairs. “Oh, Rarity. Didn’t I make it clear last time that unless I choose to delegate, I’m always the domin—AH!” she stopped dead, letting out a gasp as Rarity nipped her just to the right of her tail.
A quick flash of blue emitted from Rarity’s horn, wiping away the grass from Octavia’s rump, as well as discretely removing a piece stuck in her teeth. “Well then, let me make it clear this time, darling. My home, my rules. Now, upstairs with you before you drip all over my carpet.” Octavia squealed as Rarity gave her a matching nip on the other cheek.
Octavia trotted upstairs with unladylike speed, her arousal showing clearly each time her tail swished out of the way. Rarity followed close behind, a satisfied grin on her face as she snuffed out the lights on the ground floor with a quick flash of magic.
Another bolt of blue preceded both mares into the master bedroom, igniting Rarity’s collection of scented candles and filling the room with soft, flickering light. At the foot of the bed, Octavia spun on her hooves just as Rarity took a second to shut the bedroom door. She reared, pulling Rarity up into a precarious, standing hug.
Rarity moaned softly as Octavia wrapped her arms around her and their lips met. Her heart beat hard in her chest, not alone from the rush up the stairs. With their chests pressed tightly together as they leaned into each other, she could feel Octavia’s heart, beating just as hard and a little out of sync with her own.
Octavia’s hoof tugged gently at her crest, letting the cellist’s tongue slip past her lips as they parted. Rarity allowed her companion a moment to enjoy having the upper hoof again, letting her body slacken and melt against Octavia’s firm figure while her tongue mapped out the inside of Rarity’s mouth. Rarity let her hooves drop to Octavia’s flanks, tracing out the lines of those purple treble clefs while she waited for the right moment.
When she felt Octavia’s lips curl in triumph as she started to pull back from the kiss, Rarity struck. One hoof darted forward, cupping Octavia’s dripping sex, the other slid back, giving her long, charcoal gray tail a swift tug. Octavia arched backwards, moaning. A little forward pressure was all Rarity needed to topple them both onto the bed, pinning her lover down with hoof, body, and lips.
“I told you, my home, my rules, did I not?” Rarity breathed before gently pulling at Octavia’s lower lip with her teeth. The cellist nodded her head a fraction of an inch, staring up as Rarity’s fierce gaze bore down on her. She whimpered as Rarity ground her hoof in tight circles over her mound, her other hoof stroking her long mane.
“Much better, darling.” Rarity’s lips curled into a smile and locked with Octavia’s again, slipping her tongue inside. She let her hoof slide a bit lower, parting Octavia’s wet labia and gently grinding inward while she straddled a gray hind leg, pressing her own dripping sex against her bedmate’s soft fur.
“You must be quite worked up to have given in so easily,” Rarity murmured as she kissed her way along Octavia’s jaw. She lifted her hoof up again, teasing Octavia’s clit against the soft frog. “Now, tell me where I interrupted Vinyl so that I may set things right.” Rarity touched her lips in a soft, lingering kiss while she gazed into Octavia’s eyes with a far gentler expression.
“I had Vinyl using her tongue on me,” Octavia answered slowly, her breath coming in gasps as Rarity continued to gently tease her. “Please, Rarity.”
“Of course, dear.” Rarity smiled and offered her a nuzzle before pulling back with a devious glint in her eye. “Though for that shameful display at my door, I think a little quid pro quo is in order, don’t you?”
Octavia’s nod was lost in the shuffle as Rarity repositioned herself, spreading the cellist’s hind legs wide as she lay down on top, presenting her own glistening marehood for her bedmate to pleasure.
Rarity swept her tongue across Octavia’s stiff clit, ready to plunge into her smooth, pink depths, but she checked herself, drawing a sharp breath through gritted teeth. Octavia had wrapped her lips around a nipple, teasing it lovingly with teeth and tongue, but she’d also brought a hoof up to Rarity’s barrel, rubbing gently at her belly.
Octavia let out an insistent moan into her lover’s mound, her leg twitching impatiently while Rarity paused, biting her lip. In the effort to subdue her bedmate, Rarity had happily dismissed her own troubles. But now she was acutely aware that she’d lain her ice cream filled body right on top of her bedmate for some rather sedentary sex.
Her mouth opened to suggest a swap in position, but all that escaped was a moan of delight. Octavia’s tongue inside her slick passage renewed her confidence. The hoof on her belly ceased to be a criticism and simply became a gentle caress. With a small smile and a promise to herself for a more vigorous second round, Rarity leaned down, planted a small kiss, and dove in to Octavia’s depths, tongue first.
Desperation Manifestation
Octavia nestled her chin gently into the crook of Rarity’s neck, gazing at the flickering light emanating from the nightstand. Her hooves moved slowly on their own, tracing wandering patterns across her lover’s back as she tried to make sense of time.
Making love to Rarity, and being loved in return, felt like an endless fountain of timeless ecstasy. Hours upon hours of passion, ebbing and flowing in waves. Sometimes in rhythm, sometimes off-beat, always immensely satisfying.
But the candles told a different story. Even though she hadn’t paid much attention to their original height in the rush to subdue her libido, the miniscule pools of wax at the candles’ bases were enough to make a reasoned guess.
So much energy had been spent, all in one explosive burst. Setting her oddly disjointed sense of time aside, Octavia reflected that the still early hour meant that, stamina allowing, there would be plenty of time for more loving after a bit of rest. She smiled.
“Thank you, Rarity. That was exquisite,” Octavia said softly, peppering her companion’s neck with gentle pecks. “I am sorry about the little scene at the door. Such a shameful lack of decorum on my part.”
“Quite alright, darling. I’m terribly sorry for having interrupted your afternoon,” Rarity assured, nuzzling in return. “I must confess, I’ve never seen you in such heavy rut before.”
“Forgiven,” Octavia answered, letting her hoof trace along the curls of Rarity’s mane. “Oh, I could have done without seeing Parish again so soon, but you couldn’t have known about that.” She shifted slightly, brushing Rarity’s lips with a soft, lingering kiss. “And you did make up for it quite spectacularly.”
“Parish…” Rarity murmured, brow furrowing. “Your ensemble’s harpist, correct?”
“Among other things.” Octavia pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing at the memory.
She chided herself for having brought up the matter again. Octavia could feel Rarity’s body twitch slightly in the moment of silence that followed, an internal war with her gossiping tendencies, no doubt. A long, slow breath filled her chest while her bedmate stroked her mane, keeping quiet by sheer willpower. Octavia felt her mood soften, her mind eased by Rarity’s restraint.
“Last night was our third date,” she eventually murmured, “but things went to Tartarus in a hoofbasket right in the middle of dinner.” Octavia let out a sigh, resting her head on Rarity’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry, darling.” Rarity cuddled her and kissed her forehead. “Dare I ask what happened?”
“Another of my paramours happened across our table just as we were finishing the soup. She showed that she didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘discretion’, and he showed his true color was green, not purple.” Octavia shook as she recounted. “I can’t pretend that I’m blameless. I thought he understood we wouldn’t necessarily be exclusive, but I suppose I should have made certain.
“I thought the scene over dinner would end it, but I had to endure another shouting match at my apartment this afternoon, and a few more choice remarks in front of Princess Cadance in the park. All in all, I’m quite relieved I never actually took him to bed.”
A long silence stretched between them, Octavia holding Rarity tight and simply basking in the comfort of a warm, intimate embrace.
“I must admit to some surprise,” Rarity said, when Octavia finally loosened her grip a little.
Octavia leaned back and blinkingly met Rarity’s gaze. “Surprise about what exactly?”
“That you dated and would bed a stallion, dear.” Rarity grinned sheepishly. “It’s probably my bad habit of jumping to conclusions, but given what I know of your track record, I’d assumed you were exclusively a mare’s mare.”
Octavia chuckled, relieved by the change of topic. Her chest brushed against Rarity’s as it gently shook. “No, my sexuality is quite flexible. I’m much more interested by what’s in here,” Octavia placed a hoof over Rarity’s heart, “than I am concerned with what’s down here.” She slid her hoof down, brushing gently across her bedmate’s teats and mound before resting over the diamonds on her flank.
“I’m simply picky about my lovers, and I’ve met many more suitable mares than I have stallions. Though, I do admit to a bit of a bias toward unicorns, and unicorn mares in particular seem to fit my tastes.”
Rarity couldn’t help but grin. “Hornplay, darling? You’ve never mentioned it before now.”
“Have you been reading my mind? That was a rather shrewd guess.” Octavia winked, lifting a hoof to caress Rarity’s horn. “In the past we’ve always ended up spending our time on other pursuits, so the topic simply never came up.”
At her touch, Rarity’s horn lit with the gentle, blue glow of her magic and she let out a soft moan.
“Well, I do have a bit of experience when it comes to hornplay, as you might guess,” Rarity grinned. “It’s no surprise you’d lure mares with the prospect. Unicorn stallions are almost universally happy to receive and most even take it for granted that a mare is willing to service them. But unfortunately, very few are willing to offer a mare the same in return.”
“That explains why you’re all so eager, and always so willing to arrange for the opportunity.” Octavia shifted upward, planting a kiss on Rarity’s horn while her hoof continued to gently stroke along its length. “And why it seems like so many unicorn mares are bisexual.”
Rarity simply nodded, burying her muzzle in Octavia’s chest and humming happily into her soft fur.
“I can’t believe I never took the time to attend to your beautiful horn,” Octavia grinned, sweeping her tongue from its base to the tip, before whispering into her ear. “Can you tell how much I’d love to feel it inside of me?” She guided one of Rarity’s hooves between her legs, letting her bedmate feel the wetness of her fresh arousal.
“T-that seems so m-messy,” Rarity panted into Octavia’s chest as she felt her tongue trace along the fluting of her horn. “I’ve always c-contented myself with horn f-fellatio.”
“Messy, but fun,” Octavia purred, pressing her lips to the tip of Rarity’s horn. “Oh, I’m happy to continue as is, but I can offer you so much more.” Her lips brushed past the tip of Rarity’s ear. “You know, Vinyl always praises my intense and very thorough clean up afterward.”
Rarity sucked air through her teeth as Octavia kissed around the base of her horn. “M-my nightstand. Hoof me s-something for…mane. I can’t…magic.” Rarity’s chest heaved as Octavia leaned over, her coat brushing against her lover’s horn, provoking a low moan. The faint, blue glow of magic strobed softly and a few warm, but insubstantial sparks of magic bounced off of her gray fur.
Octavia slid back, face to face with Rarity. She hovered, mouth just in front of her lover’s lips, and traced her tongue across them while her hooves were busy with a length of ribbon. Octavia slipped her tongue inside, catching just a lingering hint of her own arousal as she finished tying a ponytail in Rarity’s mane.
Rarity moaned, her horn shimmering as Octavia teased the tip again with a hoof. She gasped, feeling teeth nip at her ear and a tongue trace along the edge, seconds later.
“Fuck me, Rarity. I want to feel your magic inside me,” Octavia whispered into her ear. With her free hoof cuddling Rarity’s back, she could feel a shiver run up her spine, clear to the tip of her horn. Another shower of soft sparks burst forth.
Planting one last peck on Rarity’s lips, Octavia rose to all four hooves, sinking up to her fetlocks into the plush surface of the bed. Her slightly mussed charcoal mane framed her half-lidded, purple eyes as she gazed over her shoulder at Rarity. Her hips swayed slightly, flinging her tail over her flank once again, displaying her smooth gray rump and glistening pink pussy. Grass long gone, her perfect beauty was marred only by two small, slightly faded bite marks on either side of her dock.
The blue glow of Rarity’s horn strobed softly, pulsating against the flickering candlelight. Octavia grinned. She always associated a unicorn mare’s light show with the way a stallion’s heartbeat made his tool throb as it grew from his sheath. She could feel her own sex growing hot at the sight and felt sure Rarity was experiencing the same.
Octavia nickered, stomping a rear hoof silently against the mattress as Rarity got to her own hooves behind her and lapped gently at her sopping wet entrance. She flicked her tail, blotting out the blue glow momentarily as she dragged the long hair across Rarity’s horn. The light of her arousal soon returned, brighter and stronger than before.
A unicorn’s horn was shorter and of less girth than all but the most petite of stallions’ tools, but what they lacked in size, they more than made up for in sensation. Octavia hummed softly as the tip of her lover’s horn carefully felt out her entrance. Her moan of ecstasy rose from a low rumble to a high squeal as the blue glow of Rarity’s magic was slowly doused. Octavia’s quivering walls slowly engulfed the entire length of Rarity’s horn and her stomach clenched with anticipation as she felt the unique, tingling feeling of her lover’s magic inside of her for the first time.
Octavia’s knees shook, fighting to stay upright while she lost herself in the pleasure of Rarity’s horn sliding in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes. While the horns themselves were much the same, each unicorn’s magic felt different inside, and Octavia cherished each one. Lyra’s magic made her marehood vibrate with each thrust, like a plucked harp string. Vinyl’s magic throbbed inside of her with the steady rhythm of a bass beat, a hard note hitting in syncopation each time Vinyl’s head bounced off of her rump when she got really into it.
Rarity’s magic was a wholly different sensation. It draped itself across her inner walls like the smooth touch of silk, covering her vagina elegantly like a dress form-fitted over her flank. She felt another sensation as well, something less physical and more emotional; an overwhelming sense that Rarity’s magic itself wanted to pleasure her. While her horn filled her sex and slipped against her in the same pleasing way that a toy would, Octavia could feel the warm, silken sensation of Rarity’s magic seek out her hotspots and tickle them just right, like an experienced lover’s tongue.
The pulsating blue glow of Rarity’s horn emerging and disappearing again slowly ramped up in tempo, the wet sounds of sex competing with the gasps, moans, and murmurs coming from the two mares. Octavia’s dock flicked with each inward thrust, her tail making waves across Rarity’s withers as the heat in her belly grew to a head.
Octavia cried out Rarity’s name, her voice stretching out the vowels as she finally succumbed to the combined sensation of horn and magic. Her inner walls clenched, gripping her lover’s horn as her orgasm spread outward from her core, unable to resist any longer the feeling of being fucked and eaten out simultaneously. As if in response, a moan emanated from between Octavia’s legs, and she felt the warm, tickling sensation of a horngasm burst inside of her, like a stallion’s seed, but with no physical weight to it.
Rarity’s horn shone with only a soft shimmer of blue, barely enough to tint the candlelight, as she slowly pulled herself from Octavia’s dripping sex, sinking to her haunches. Octavia followed suit, lazily turning on her rump to wrap Rarity into a tight embrace.
“Oh, Rarity… You have no idea… how good… that felt,” Octavia proclaimed between kisses, practically breathless.
“I’m glad, darling. And I feel certain you could please many a stallion with such tight musculature,” Rarity said with most of a sincere smile. “But may I have a tissue or something? Sweet as your essence is to taste, I am nonetheless about to get it in my eyes.”
Rarity stiffened slightly and seemed about to protest when Octavia began to lap up the sticky fluid slowly rolling down her forehead. But her body softened considerably and a gentle moan escaped her mouth when her lover reached her horn, eagerly tracing her tongue around it.
When her forehead was clean, if not dry, Rarity let out a deeper moan. A gray hoof snaked its way down her barrel and between her hind legs. Octavia ground her hoof gently against Rarity’s still wet sex as she touched her lips to the tip of the white horn and slid down around it. The renewed soft blue light of Rarity’s magic was doused inside Octavia’s mouth, tickling her tongue as she ran it along the fluting.
Octavia reveled in the sensation of Rarity’s magic against her tongue. Without a way to pleasure its lover, her magic felt much like any other unicorn’s, but now it was the taste and aroma that were unique to each pony.
Rarity’s muzzle pressed into her chest, moaning into her fur. Octavia softly sucked on the firm cone of her horn. Her hoof sliding more and more easily against Rarity’s moistening marehood as her lover’s body responded to her attentions. She flicked her tail high, letting its long length drape over Rarity’s arms when they wrapped around her, pulling her close.
Octavia hummed softly, letting the taste of Rarity’s magic, very similar to that between her legs, wash over her tongue in waves. Her free hoof held Rarity’s back as she gently played her lover like an instrument. She let her lover’s moans, squeals, and soft nips at her chest guide her, slowly ramping Rarity’s heat up to bursting.
With a scream muffled by Octavia’s chest, Rarity exploded. Warm, orgasmic sparks poured from her horn, bathing Octavia’s tongue. Her hoof caught a fair amount of Rarity’s wetness, the wafting scent of her arousal reinforcing the sublime taste of her horngasm. Slowly, she let go of her lover’s sensitive spots, supporting her gently between hoof and chest as Rarity caught her breath.
Licking the fading taste of magic off her lips, Octavia carefully guided Rarity down onto the mattress. Between breaths, they shared soft kisses and with each other’s help they licked Octavia’s damp hoof clean.
Desperation Manifestation
Rarity let out a long and contented sigh, resting her forehooves gently against the gray arms wrapped around her chest. Octavia’s warm breath tickled her neck as her bedmate’s chest rose and fell against her back.
She reflected, her eyes watching the dancing candle flames, that even more than spirited hornplay, this peaceful cuddling as passions ebbed was the best reason to bed with another mare. Some stallions would cuddle, of course, more than would offer hornplay to a mare. But it was hardly a factor to be relied upon, even among those who were otherwise gentlestallions in every regard.
In some ways, the quiet time in between was more fulfilling than the sex itself; almost enough to make her quit chasing stallions entirely. Almost, but not quite. Stallions still offered certain things for which the substitutes were merely adequate at best.
“Octavia, darling, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. And horn.” Rarity bent her neck, pressing her lips to Octavia’s hoof. “I wonder if Vinyl knows how lucky she is to have you as a roommate.”
“She does say so, and I’m inclined to believe her,” Octavia chuckled, nuzzling her bedmate’s cheek. “Even though it can be hard for me to keep up with her libido.”
“Really? I certainly wouldn’t know it from tonight’s liaison.”
“This is a special case. I don’t often spend several hours in a magically induced orgasmic limbo.”
Rarity stiffened, heart thumping hard in her chest. “Darling, I truly am sorry about that. I wish I knew a better way to m—” She was cut off by Octavia’s hoof gently pressed to her lips.
“Shhh…” Octavia whispered, cuddling closer to Rarity’s back and kissing her cheek. “I didn’t intend to bring that up again, and especially not to upset you so. That’s all water under the bridge now.”
“Thank you. I—Thank you.” Rarity sniffed, blinking back the tears that had threatened to issue forth before Octavia spoke up. “I was about to say that you and Vinyl are so close, I’m surprised you two haven’t decided to pursue a more serious relationship.”
Octavia was slow to answer, resting her chin against Rarity’s shoulder. “Perhaps someday. If I were to settle down with another mare, Vinyl probably would be my first choice.
“I’m still looking for Mister Right, though because I would like to have foals someday. But I’m finding it harder and harder to imagine a life without Vinyl. If I don’t find the right stallion soon, I may sound out Vinyl on the idea of raising foals together.”
“Whichever way things turn out, I wish you luck.” Rarity turned her head and offered a kiss to punctuate her words.
“Maybe if you have time soon, you can pay us a visit and give me an outside opinion on our relationship.” Octavia let one hoof slide down Rarity’s side, absently tracing out a pair of eighth-notes over her flank with her hooftip. “And I’m sure Vinyl would enjoy a threesome, it’s been a while since we’ve shared a playmate.”
“I’d like that, darling.” Rarity brought Octavia’s free hoof to her lips, gently kissing the soft frog in the center. “Though I can’t promise to be an unbiased witness. I have to admit, I’m a bit jealous of the rapport you two share.”
Octavia sat up slowly, looking over Rarity’s still prone form. “You’re jealous? How exactly?”
Rarity rolled onto her back, reaching up to take Octavia’s hooves in her own. “Nothing sinister, I assure you. Just some days, like yesterday, I wish I had an open and comforting roommate. The way you and Vinyl have each other.”
She paused, knowing that continuing down this line of conversation would necessarily bring up the incident which Octavia had just urged her not to fret about. But she also reminded herself that Octavia had chosen to be open about her failed romance with Parish.
“Really, I should just steer clear of craft projects that don’t involve much sewing. I tend to lose my head over them.” The memory of Twilight’s first Winter Wrap Up in Ponyville surfaced in her mind; the ghost of that silly bird’s nest taunting her. “I just went all to pieces over that silly puppet theater and I was in desperate need of a major distraction.”
As Rarity spoke, Octavia repositioned behind her and she herself was gently moved until she lay against the cellist’s lap. She felt the ribbon holding up her mane being untied and smiled as a brush was gently pulled through her mussed curls.
“Perhaps if I’d had somepony to take to bed and be a comforting confidante, I could have avoided my follies.” She sighed, shoulders slumping a bit. “But I suppose it’s all academic anyway. You and Vinyl have known each other for years, whereas I don’t even know where I would find somepony who could understand and cope with the life I lead daily. Even among my friends; Fluttershy understands fashion, but she would have such trouble keeping up, while Rainbow understands a busy life in the spotlight, but I just don’t know if she’d have the time for me, and she is certainly not one for sitting still.
“No, I’ve only met one pony in all my fashion circles who might be suitable. A pretty young mare, but I knew her face to face only briefly, and she’s currently holding down a steady job in Manehattan. She’s not likely to move here simply for my sake. Dear Celestia, I don’t even know if she’s sexually tilted in my direction.”
Octavia’s hooves moved to Rarity’s shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. “I’m sure you could build up a rapport, given time. After all, you did with me. And finding somepony might just be a matter of personal ads and patience.”
“Patience is not a virtue I’m well known for; I proved that again just yesterday. Casting that ill-fated spell—that we agreed not to speak of unnecessarily,” Rarity said quickly, holding a hoof up, “but also eating those twelve quarts of vanilla oat swirl in the hope that I could simply make my sorrows go away. I swear I can still feel them.” Rarity grimaced and looked away, putting a hoof to her stomach.
Octavia sucked air in through her teeth. “Oof. I can see how that would weigh on your—um—mind.”
“To be honest, that was one reason I decided to invite you in.” Her eyes swung back, meeting Octavia’s gaze. “I’d resolved not to go outside until I’d had a chance to exercise and trim off some excess weight, but I know I can trust you, in bed and out. I thought I might kill two parasprites with one spell, but you were in such heavy rut that I laid aside my original purpose, to our mutual pleasure.” Rarity smiled.
“You could always do what I do when I want exercise in bed.” Octavia’s face blossomed into a grin. “I ask Vinyl to strap on a toy, and I take her for a ride.”
“Oh, darling, I appreciate the gesture, truly. But after the night we’ve had already, this may be the last round.” Rarity reached up a hoof, stroking Octavia’s cheek. “I couldn’t ask you to play the part of a sex doll for me, especially after your exquisite treatment of my horn.”
“Even if I’m offering? Though, if you know of a spell that could properly equip me, I wouldn’t turn it down.” Octavia winked, brushing a hoof past her lover’s horn.
Rarity couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “I’m sure just about every bisexual unicorn mare since the founding of Equestria has dreamed of a spell like that at least once. But all you ever hear are the same insubstantial rumors, never even a hint of an actual incantation. No, I’m afraid not.”
“That’s a shame.” Octavia’s grin recoiled, though only for a moment. “But my offer still stands. Fetch your favorite strap-on and pretend I’m the stallion of your dreams.”
Rarity sat up, turning and gently pushing Octavia down onto the bed with a smile. “No, darling, as nice as it might feel to be filled up, I find those toys quite cold and impersonal. Besides, you’re a delightful mare and I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
Spreading Octavia’s hind legs, Rarity lowered herself into position, letting out a murmur of satisfaction as the warm, wet lips between her legs met her lover’s in a tender kiss. She lent over, brushing her muzzle against Octavia’s. Both mares hummed softly as their nipples rubbed against each other’s teats. “I can get my exercise just as well without such contrivances, dear.”
Octavia parted her lips, inhaling Rarity’s hot breath. She moaned in time with her partner as Rarity sat upright, grasped her hooves firmly, and began to ride her.
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?”
