Life's Left Hook

You have it made, and you're going to find a way to stop that weasel.

Soon, Octavia comes walking in, a large scroll of paper in her teeth.

"Goob mornungh, Non," she says, setting the scroll down on the counter.

"Mornin', Octy," you reply. "What's the... Thing, you got there?"

She smiles. "A map. It shows where we'll be going on tour. I'll wait until Cadance comes back to explain everything."

"But, I hope you like long plane-slash-train rides. You'll have quite a few."

"Oh joy..."

She chuckles.

"Anyway, that will be when Cadance gets back. But, for now, I hope you don't mind me just being with you."

You smile at her.

"Not at all, my love."

She giggles innocently.

As cheesy as that sounded, you can tell it made her heart flutter a bit.

"Good."

She trots over to the side of the bed, looking down at you.

She reaches down and sets her hoof on your hand.

"You know, sleeping wasn't as easy last night without you last night..."

"I know. It was pretty cold in here all night."

"It was the same in our cab, too... Cadance and I were both complaining until we decided to hop under the same blanket, but even then, it wasn't the same."

She looks down at the ground.

"Aw, I'm sorry, hun."

"When will you be able to get out of bed? Do you know?"

Suddenly, the other door on the cab swings open, and in steps a purple unicorn, adorned in white robes.

It's as if she was waiting for her queue...

"Vell!" she says, stepping inside. "He should be good to valk by ze end of ze train ride."

Octavia looks a little disappointed.

She wanted her private time, and the intruder was impeding her progress.

"Mmm. Good," she responds, looking at the doctor and hiding her irritation.

"When will he be good to go again?"

"As I said, it vill be about a month," she says, nodding as she trots over to grab another blue vial.

Thank god. Your throat was starting to burn again.

Quickly, she moves over and hooks the thing up.

"And, as much as Mr. Anonymous here enjoys my company," she says, a sly smirk on her face, "I don't believe it is a very good idea for him to be seeing me often. All he vill be able to handle for qvite some time is an increased heart rate, if even that. Do be careful."

After she's done with your drugs, she trots towards the door.

"Farevell!" she hollars, opening the door and slamming it behind her.

Finally.

After what felt like forever, you two were finally alone.

You look at Octavia.

"What was that last bit about?"

She seemed a little irritated, but you shake it off.

"Well, last night, I... My heart rate was up, because..."

Might as well stick to the story you've made.

"I was trying to deal with myself?"

Octavia raises her eyebrows and opens her mouth a little, as if to say 'ah'.

"And evidently she thought I was thinking of her.

"Hmmph."

Octavia looks at the door where Aperta left, and shakes her head. "...How uncouth."

"Don't worry, hun, I wasn't--"

"I know, I know."

"But who were you thinking of?"

You smirk.

"Who do you think?"

"Me?"

You nod, your smirk growing.

Just like your boner.

"And Cadance."

You see Octavia blush a little bit.

"Well, yes of—"

"We were together."

"Like we—"

"In bed."

Octavia's forehead starts to glisten a bit, and you can tell that her mind is running loose as her ears fold.

"Anonym—"

"Riding Cadance harder than a pair of cowboys."

Octavia reaches at her collar.

"Now, hun, I don't—"

"And we were loving it so much, you were—"

"Anon!"

"—moaning and groaning with enough lust to make Queen Chrysalis envious"

Octavia bites her lip, letting out a little moan.

"Anonymous?"

"Mmmhmmm~?"

"W-We need to go."

"Where?"

"To the cab"

"Wh—"

"To take care of something."

"But—"

"Now."

"I can't!"

"Now!"

"But!"

"Anon!"

"Octy!"

"GAAH! Stop!" she yells, ending your ping-pong exchange.

Funny. Ping and Pong were very attentive right now.

It WAS tempting as hell.

But you don't want to go through any of this again.

Your dick will get to live through this another day.

But not today.

"Octavia?"

"What?"

You sigh, looking up at her.

"Look, I'd love to help, but... I -really- don't want to wind up on this bed again.

Octavia sighs.

"Y-You're right, I... I shouldn't."

"Later?"

"Why can't we do it here?"

You look at her with a condescending look.

"Well, do you want to have a spectator or two?"

She thinks for a moment, and then looks down at your crotch.

".Uuuugh... Why..."

It hurts to see her like this.

"Later. After I've walked around a bit, and can actually move. Until then? Let's just... Try to keep ourselves together."

She looks down.

Her hind legs are quivering, too.

You gently place your hand on her cheek, and make her face you.

"Okay? Can you?"

"I-I will, but it's going to hurt a little..."

"You're tough. You can push through it."

She smiles.

"Okay... I suppose..."

"But walking out in public like this is going to be a bad idea."

Suddenly, an idea comes to mind.

An odd idea, but an idea nontheless.

"Why don't you get Candy to help you?"

Octavia blinks.

"Uhm... Excuse me?"

"Well, I can't help you," you say, chuckling, "but I think Candy would be willing to lend you a han--... Er, hoof, on my behalf."

"Or, maybe a tongue. Whichever she decides she wants to use."

You smile to yourself as you see Octavia starting to fluster.

"B-But, Anonymous, she already made it clear that--"

"--you weren't a romantic couple. You don't need to be romantic to lick each other," you say bluntly.

"Besides, you didn't have much of a problem kissing her last night."

She scrunches her nose.

You have her cornered.

"W-Well, that's different! It was just in the heat of the moment, and--"

"Just go ask her to help you. She will."

A beat passes, and you look at her again.

"And, if she doesn't, tell her she's going to be in the same spot your in."

Octavia scrunches again, and sighs.

"...F-Fine..."

"Sorry I couldn't help, hun. You know I would."

She nods, trotting towards the door.

"O-Okay..."

With that, the door closes behind her.

If only you were in there to watch...

Octavia closes the door behind her, stepping into the next cab.

She makes her way past that cab, and the next, and the next, until finally she makes it to the cab her and Cadance are sleeping in.

Cadance looks at Octavia as she walks in, a bit concerned.

She was lying down on her back, legs sprawled out

"That was rather fast," she says, looking up. "Was Mr. Anonymous not up-to-par with his stamina today?"

"Not at all," Octavia says. "He's not going to be able to do anything until he's out of that bed."

"Hmm. Shame."

Cadance rests her head again, looking up.

"H-He, erm, told me t-to tell you something, though."

Camdance raises an eyebrow, but doesn't lift her head or open her eyes.

"Oh? And what's that?"

"That you have to help me..."

The awkward silence in the room lingers for a moment, until Cadance finally breaks it.

"Oh, I 'have' to? Really now? Is he forcing it upon me? Pfft..."

"Uhm, yes, actually," Octavia responds, plopping down on her own bed.

"Really?" Cadance scoffs a bit. "And if I don't?"

"He said if you didn't, you're going to wind up in the same position I'm in."

"

Fuck..."

"L-Look, I really don't think you should—"

"—Egh. Quiet. Just come here," Cadance says, waving her friend over.

"Uhm, I sincerely think you should reconsider—"

"Come here. I'd rather deal with you and your... Problem, than deal with an upset Anonymous AND a raging crotch."

Octavia, defeated, moves over to the bed Cadance is in.

"O-Okay, so... How're we going to...?"

"I was thinking sixty-nine."

"Erm... Okay. Do you want me to..?"

"You kinda have to, if you want to have your problem dealt with, sweetheart..."

Octavia gulps.

"Okay..."

With that, she stands on all fours, her plot hovering above Cadance's head.

Cadance lies there, looking up.

A drop of Octavia's juices falls down, and lands in Cadance's eye.

"Ow! Ow, damnit, ow! That burns!" she screams, covering her eye.

"What does?"

"Your leaking! Augh! I got it in my eye!"

"Oh, uhm... I'm sorry, I–"

"Nevermind! Are we going to do this or what?"

"Uh, do you still want t-"

"Just fucking lower your hips already, damnit..."

Octavia bites her lip, and Cadance sighs.

"O-Okay..."

With that, she slowly lets her hips rest on Cadance's muzzle.

Cadance, although disinterested, has no intent on selling Octavia short.

She gets right to work, lapping away at Octavia's puffy problem.

Her tongue slides in and out along her walls, juice flowing out like a thick fountain.

Octavia lets out a low moan, and looks down at the bed.

Normally, she would be more forward, and dominant...

But Cadance was a princess.

She had no idea what to do.

Was she impressive enough?

Was she worthy?

Was she even a—

"Well?!"

Cadance suddenly pulled out, and looked up at Octavia.

The earth pony looks back, a little surprised.

"Huh? What?"

"Aren't you going to... Return the favor?"

The thought had hardly phased her.

"Oh, uhm... Of course."

With that, Octavia lowers her head.

Cadance was...

Well, not nearly as bad as Octavia.

It was questionable whether or not she was even turned on, at this point.

But, Octavia does as told, and reaches down with her tongue.

She's very timid about it, and doesn't do much spare lick the surface and fiddle with her folds.

Cadance, meanwhile, is going to town—she wants this done and over with.

Between moans and groans, Octavia keeps on gently and idly licking.

Some wetness was coming to, but not nearly as much as there normally is.

Suddenly, Octavia feels Cadance pull out.

"Come on. Octavia, I know you can do better than that," she says, looking down with a condescending look.

Octavia looks back.

"Uh..."

"Seriously, Octavia. I've seen you with Anonymous before. What's gotten into you?"

"You have?"

Cadance would facehoof if her hooves weren't grasping Octavia's cheeks.

"Ugh, nevermind..."

She goes back to licking, and so does Octavia.

Octavia, however, does her best to do better than before.

She pushes forward, suddenly jamming her muzzle inside of Cadance's lips.

She gasps and squirms a bit under Octavia, pulling back.

After a few quick breaths, she looks down.

"Th-That's better."

They both go back to licking, and Cadance's pastures start to glow more.

Octavia noticed she was licking up a lot of what tasted like sugar water as time went on.

Evidently Anonymous didn't lie when he deemed her 'Candy-ass'.

Although she has a bit of trouble keeping up with Cadance, she keeps going.

Meanwhile, Cadance was getting more and more into it as time progressed.

As Octavia finally succeeded in turning her on, she went worked more and more skillfully with her tongue, sliding it up and down those warm, tender walls.

She let out hot breaths onto Octavia's crotch and her nose idly poked at Octy's grey asshole as she lurched forward with her tongue, making her shudder on Cadance's muzzle.

Eventually, Cadance's eyes were closed, and she rested her head back, her hooves pulling the grey mare into her face with force.

Octavia, by this point, wasn't holding up too well; Cadance's tongue was working unbelievable magic, as always, and she didn't know how much longer she could keep up.

Their minds started to leave them as they drifted deeper and deeper into their lust.

Neither of them payed any mind to anything other than what was in front of them or inside of them; it had gone too far.

She eventually pulled back from Cadance's crotch, and started breathing heavily.

She lets out a short cry, trying to warn Cadance of what's coming.

The princess needed no more.

As soon as she heard Octavia start to moan, she gripped Octavia's cheeks, pulled hard, and jammed her muzzle inside.

Her tongue swirled around inside, enjoying the texture, until finally, she felt a wave wash onto her face.

She pulled back, hearing Octavia’s heavy breaths.

A single tendril of juices and drool connects Cadance’s lips and Octavia’s marehood for a moment, until finally it falls onto Cadance’s neck.

After she licks her lips, Cadance lets go of Octavia’s plot, and looks up at her.

"Th-There… You… You feel any better, now?”

Octavia takes a moment to catch her breath and wipe her mouth.

"I… I-I am…”

"Sveet Celestia, at this point, I don’t know vhat ze hell I expect of you three…”

Suddenly, it’s as if someone had shattered a window.

Cadance and Octavia both turn their attention to the third voice, startled.

Their faces could not possibly get any more red unless they were both on their periods.

(Which they don’t, because horses.)

The doctor looks at the two, wide-eyed.

"Uh… I… I valked in at ze wrong time, didn’t I?”

“…Uhm—“

"”Yes, yes you did.”

The silence is long, awkward, and tense, until finally the doctor reaches for the door handle.

"Erm, Anonymous told me to let you know that he is up and valking again, and he’ll be ready vhen ze train stops in a half an hour…”

There’s another silence.

A long, awkward silence.

"Erm, thank you,” Cadance says, nodding.

“Y-Yes, thanks…”

"I’m just going to… Go back… Now…”

”Yeah, that’d be best.”

“Y-Yes…”

And, with that, the doctor takes her leave.

"I think Anonymous just…”

"Y-Yes, he did…”