Life's Left Hook

After the long, bumpy chariot ride, you find your way to the train station.

"Cab 12-E is where we're headed," she says. "Follow me. I've been here more than a couple of times. I know my way around."

You and Cadance don't object, and stick to her tail.

The walk is mostly in silence, without much of a peep from anyone in the group.

Soon, you find your way around the train station and to your cab after what seemed to be an eternity with your aching gut.

Scouting out your train and your cab, your trio hops on board.

Suddenly, something comes to mind.

"Octavia?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Where's your cello?"

"..."

"...Did you not hear what I said earlier?"

"Nope."

"It's not with me. I managed to contact a stallion I know to pick it up from the hotel room after we left. It's on the train with him."

She thinks a moment, tapping her chin. "...He's only a few cars down. He has most of our stuff, too, spare the stuff we have on hoof."

Phew.

"Oh, good. 'Cause, I was wondering..."

"Well, there's nothing to worry about now, spare your injuries and incapabilities."

And the ridiculous blackmailing you're about to be put through...

"O-Okay. Thanks, Tavi."

"Mmhmm."

With that, she plops down on the bed, letting out a deep breath.

"Are you both ready for a 16 hour train ride?"

You grumble.

"Noooo..."

Cadance sighs.

"I suppose..."

Nobody's excited for this train ride, it seems.

"Well, on the bright side..."

Both you and Cadance look at Octavia, eyebrows raised.

"I managed to get ahold of a tour guide. He's willing to show us around the city, and take us to a few places of interest. We'll have plenty of time on our hooves, and I'm sure you would both want to do something."

You half shrug.

"Sounds like fun. I hear there are a few cool things in Detrot."

"I've never been," Cadance says. "I have hardly any clue what to expect, too."

Octavia smiles.

"Good. Then this should be a great experience for you both. It's a lovely city, so long as you stay away from the slums."

With that, Octavia curls up into a ball and pulls the blankets over her.

"I'm going back to sleep."

Only now do you realize what time it is.

After this morning, the bucking, and the hospital, it's only around 3 o'clock.

But, oddly, you're tired as hell.

It must have been the drugs.

Or the missing organs.

Or the blood loss.

Or a mix of all of these.

Christ, you were a mess.

With that, you plop down on the bed beside Octavia.

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

She smiles lightly, and closes her eyes, curling up.

After about a half an hour passes, you hear light snoring coming from her adorable grey snout.

You rest on your back, looking up above you.

And you hope to high hell Cadance isn't getting green-eyed again.

The memories come flooding back.

Even though you know she didn't mean anything, and that she couldn't help it, the memories were still terrifying.

The screaming, the pounding...

And those green eyes...

You can feel your heart racing, and it hurts.

Aperta wasn't kidding.

You take a deep breath, and try to calm down.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of legs wrap around you.

They're calming, soothing...

And you settle down soon enough.

But, a moment later, you realize they aren't Octavia's.

They're pink.

"You okay, Anon?" she asks, looking at you.

She had crawled into bed with the two of you, and you were now the meat of a mare sandwich in bed.

Not that you minded at all.

You look at Cadance, trying to wipe your mind.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just... This hurts."

"What does?"

"What do you think?"

"By the look in your eyes, I think I know it isn't your gut..."

She read you like a book.

"I'm so sorry, Anonymous. I still can't ever apologize enough for what I did."

"Cadance, please. Don't beat yourself up."

"But I do! I... I can tell it hurts, and I don't want it to hurt. You've been hurt enough."

She hugs you a little tighter.

It hurts a little, but you can manage.

"Just... Give it time, like I said. It'll clear up."

"You... You aren't afraid?"

"Of course not. I know what to do now."

She gulps, and chokes back some tears.

The afternoon sun shines through the window of the cab, and you can see Cadance's glossy purple eyes looking into yours.

There was so much remorse in them, it almost made you cry yourself.

"Th-Thank you, Anonymous..."

She smiles warmly, and gives you a peck on the lips before resting back.

"You're amazing. You're so brave, fearless."

You would smile back, and thank her.

But what she just said was nothing short of a lie.

In fact, just now, you felt a very, very sharp twinge of fear.

But not at what you would think.

It wasn't at the emerald eyes haunting your memories.

It wasn't the fear of death being so close.

Hell, it wasn't even the doubt that Cadance might not be Cadance.

Your fear was caused by a faint silhouette you caught a glimpse of right outside the mirror.

A silhouette you know would haunt you like a shadow for days to come.

Trixie...

You can feel your heart racing, and you grasp at your chest.

Holy shit, that's terrifying.

You see her trot along, right onto a car about 3 boxes ahead.

She knows.

How does she know?

You sit back, looking up.

Both Octavia and Cadance are cuddling you, by this point.

Octavia's forelegs are wrapped around your torso, and Cadance's around your neck.

And you are so warm and cozy, you almost don't even notice the tearing pain in your gut as they snuggle you.

This is probably as close to paradise as you're ever going to get.

Might as well make the best of it.

You try and forget your fears of Trixie, and try to think happier thoughts.

But you aren't successful.

"Shatter. Their. Hearts."

Those words echo in your mind.

You glance at Cadance, sweetly sleeping with a smile on her face, her head resting in your chest.

You look at Octavia, as well, who looks like she's in heaven.

You're not going to be able to do this...

It's impossible.

You can't do that to these two.

Because you...

Cut it short right there.

No harsh decisions today.

You let out an exasperated sigh, and look up.

One arm around each mare, you pull them in, relishing in the warmth.

Cadance nuzzles you, and Octavia lets out a pleasant hum.

Fucking hell, that was adorable.

And your dick is throbbing.

You can't do anything with these two because that doctor wanted your kidneys for 'science'?

Pff. You'd rather die than go without at this point.

You'd rub yourself, but...

Well, both of your arms are pinned under a mare.

And you're afraid to move them.

Great.

How're you going to get out of this mess?

You shuffle around uncomfortably, trying to adjust your boner.

It doesn't work at all.

Finally, you try to slide your arm out from under Octavia.

Slowly...

Carefully...

You're almost in the clear, and then suddenly Octavia pulls herself closer to you.

Her forelegs are wrapped around you, just above your waist, and her head was on your stomach.

Her mouth was dangerously close to little Junior...

Maybe you could convince her a little...

If you could move.

You groan, looking down.

It's so close, you can feel her warm breath on your belly.

She's breathing through her nose...

Maybe if you got your pants off, she'd smell you...

Fuck, how're you going to do this?

Suddenly, a lightbulb pops up.

You curl your foot back, and hook on the end of your pant leg with your toe.

Gently, you pull.

You can feel your belt line move.

Holy shit, this might actually work...

You keep at it, slowly tugging off your pants by dragging it with your toes.

It takes forever, and you slip a couple of times as your pants hook on your hip bones.

Your foot starts to ache, and your toes crack a couple of times...

But, finally, you manage to get your pants below your waist, and it's easy going from there.

You have them down at about your knees.

Good enough.

Now, for your boxers...

Great.

This is going to be difficult.

Your arms are still trapped, so you try to improvise.

You rub your rear roughly against the bed, and the elastic band slides down past your buttcheeks.

Thank god. Now, just one more time...

This would work well, if your dick wasn't an effective hook.

No matter how much you do, your dick stubbornly pulls your boxers back.

It was leading to its own demise...

You sigh.

And your sigh turns into a groan of pain, from both your chest and your dick.

Tonight was going to suck.

But, then, you hear a grumble.

It's Octavia, adjusting herself as she flicks one of her ears.

Her head slides farther south, over your belly button.

Her snout is practically touching your head at this point.

As she breathes out her nose, her warm breath tickles your crotch.

And you think you're about to explode.

You grunt again, your gut turning.

Octavia's ear flicks again.

"Mmmgh..."

Well, she's awake.

But evidently she hasn't opened her eyes.

How to get her attention...

With one swift motion, you raise your hips...

And boop Octavia on the nose.

She snarls a bit, and you see her open her eyes.

"Uhm, Anonymous? Is it morning already?"

You suppress a chuckle.

"The train hasn't even started moving yet. It's not close to morning."

"Ah, so you just have a 'problem'?"

Even when she spoke dirty, she still sounded like a professional.

"You could say that."

She looks up at you with one eye, and a sly smirk slides on her face.

"Well, Anonymous, I'd love to help out, but..."

She prods it a little, making it jiggle from side to side under your boxers.

"You know what the doctor said. Maybe it just needs to cool down a bit."

She pulls down your boxers and lets it just sit there, pulsing and waiting for attention.

She rests her head again, her snout torturing your dick with how close it is.

"Heheh..."

God damnit it's starting to sting.

"Please, Octy... Please help. It hurts like hell."

"No."

She's chuckles at your misfortune, taking in a deep breath.

"That smell... It's comforting. It makes me want to just close my eyes and fall asleep."

Oh, that BITCH.

"Please don't do this to me."

She giggles a little, inching closer.

"Fine, Maybe just a little."

You feel your dick press against her lips, and slowly, she takes your head in.

She doesn't go any further, though she's content with staying where she is, her lips wrapped around your head.

You feel her gently suckle on the tip, her tongue lulling around slowly.

Her eyes are closed, and it looks like she's almost asleep.

Slowly, her tongue creeps out of her mouth, wrapping around your length and lathering it in thick spit.

After such a torturous wait, it's so relieving.

You can feel your heart pounding already, and your breathing is unstable and uneven.

It even hurts a little to breathe.

You try to stay still, so as to not disturb the mare on your length.

Slowly, she slides her head down, your length grinding against her tongue and cheek.

Soon, she's balls deep, and you're prodding the back of her mouth.

Muzzles...

It's amazing how deep you can go.

You feel her slide back, her tongue flopping up and down.

She doesn't have much of an idea as to what she's doing, it seems...

But it's still hot, and it's still such a relief.

Slowly, she starts bobbing over the tip of your length, massaging it gently.

You wiggle your right arm free and gently pet Octavia as she goes.

She closes her eyes, and you feel her let out a light sigh.

She keeps going, and you let out a shaky breath.

However, your breath is soon stopped by a pair of lips meeting yours.

You return the kiss, closing your eyes and wrapping your other arm around--

Wait a second.

You can still feel Octavia around your shaft.

You take in a deep breath through your nose, smelling Cadance's candy mane as you lock lips.

You gently caress her mouth with your lips, and she's happy to do the same.

Soon, you can feel her tongue force its way into your mouth.

You kiss back the best you can, but you're no match for the princess of love.

Not only that, but you were distracted; Octavia started enjoying herself, it seems, as she started picking up the pace.

You rest your head back and take it, enjoying yourself in the ecstasy bath the two mares are putting you in.

Soon, Cadance pulls back from the kiss, and you gasp.

Evidently she had sucked all of the breath out of you.

Before you can open your eyes or get a breath in, you feel another pair of lips plop against your face.

However, these lips are a lot sweeter, and you have a nice view of Cadance's pink asshole right above your nose.

You waste no time getting to work, rubbing your tongue along those amazing folds.

A gasp comes from Cadance, and she shudders as she forces her plot onto your face.

Your nose is jammed into her asshole, and your mouth opens wide for the payload you're expecting.

Suddenly, a brisk, cold air hits your dick.

Octavia must have pulled off, you figure.

You keep going, but you're still disappointed.

Until you feel her hips rest on yours.

Then you're so excited, you rub your face violently into Cadance's nethers, and she helps and moans in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Octavia positions herself and wastes no time sliding herself onto you.

You hear her let out a low grunt as she bites her lip, looking down at your manly chest underneath Cadance's body.

They're both sitting down on you, and they're facing each other.

Although it's hard to see around Cadance's round, gorgeous cheeks, you can see her wrap a forearm around Octavia's neck and pull her close.

She doesn't object, and Cadance soon joins Octavia's steady rhythm as she bounces up and down on your shaft.

Suddenly, you feel Cadance pull back from the kiss, and her plot tenses up.

Her back arches, her legs stiffen, and next thing you know, juices are flowing all over your face and neck.

She lets out a groan of satisfaction, slouching over.

Octavia starts to slow down, pulling back to look at Cadance with half-lidded eyes.

Then, the princess falls over and flops down on the bed.

You look at her.

Octavia comes to a dead stop as well and looks at her.

Then, you look at each other.

You can tell by the look on her face that she agrees with you.

She's not getting away that easily.

Octavia pulls off of you, and gets off of the bed.

You sit up as well.

Your chest hurts like hell, but you don't care.

You have a job to do, and you're going to do it if it kills you.

Octavia looks at you.

"What should we do with her?