Life's Left Hook

Now, time to call Cadance

With that, you go over to your phone.

Might as well tell her now, so you can get tickets or flights in advance.

You dial, and soon enough, she answers.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Cadance. It's Anon."

"Oh, h-hey, Anon. Did you call to talk to me?" she asks sweetly.

"Why else would I call you?" you deadpan.

She chuckles, and you can tell she's shaking her head on the other side of the phone.

"Oh, Anon..."

You chuckle a little yourself.

"But, anyways. Cadance. I just got a visitor at my door."

"A visitor? This late at night? My, Anon, so I'm not the only one?"

"Not at all. Octavia wanted me to go with her tonight on the train."

Cadance pauses. "Octavia? She's the cellist for the Canterlot Symphony Orchestra, correct?"

"That would be her."

"And she's leaving for Detrot tonight?"

"Correctamundo."

"Soooo?"

"What?"

"What'd you saaaay?"

Cadance is sounding more and more like a teenager every moment.

Not that you have a problem with that.

"I had to deny. I already had plans with you," you mutter, guilt in your voice.

"I had a feeling... I'm sorry, Anonymous," she says.

"But, there is one thing."

"Oh? And what's that?"

"She seems... Interested. In me. Evidently she's had a little crush on me for a while now, and she wanted me to come with her so she wouldn't be alone."

"Aw, how sweet... Wait, you denied her?!"

"Of course I did. I couldn't flake on plans I had already set. Besides, I'm certain you need me just as much as she does."

Her voice adops a rather depressing tone.

"That's really sweet, Anonymous, but..."

"But what?"

"I feel terrible now. Did I just doom that poor mare to Celestia knows how many months of being alone?"

"Not precisely," you say, a smug smile finding its way onto your face.

"Hmm?"

"It's actually part of why I'm calling you."

"Oh. W-Well, do go on," she says.

"In about a week, she'll be in Hosstralia. I was wondering if you could pull some strings and get me some tickets to fly over there once Shining gets back.”

"Of course I could,” she says confidently.

"Oh, great. ‘Cause, there’s no way I’d want to—“

”But I won’t.”

“Wait, what?” you ask, surprised at her firm tone.

”Because I have a better idea.”

You look at the phone, quite surprised.

”You know what? Anon, she needs you. Go to the station and find her.”

"Wait, doesn’t that—“

”Anon, I said go to the station.”

*Click*

Well, looks like she’s had enough of your adultery bullshit, it seems.

Even though she’s twice as guilty herself…

Oh well. Might as well make Tavi’s day.

Well, month(s), you should say.

With that, you head to the train station.

It's raining out.

Moving that cello around must have been hell.

Thoughts of Tavi in your mind, you meander around town and make your way to the station.

Soon enough, you make it.

You buy a ticket from some bearded guy at the booth, and go to find the cab Tavi is sitting in.

It's set to leave in 2 hours; you have plenty of time.

You walk down the line, looking for the boxcar she was in.

You believe she said 12-something, but you're not certain.

Before you can find what you're looking for, your eyes are caught by a giant ball of pink.

It's running at you very fast, and you almost scream before you're wrapped in a warm embrace.

"Nonny~!"

Cadance is squeezing the life out of you.

Holy shit she's strong for a pony.

"You listened to me!"

You try to wriggle around in her grasp.

"Course I did."

You awkwardly return the hug, still getting crumpled.

After a moment, she lets go, and you catch your breath.

"Come on, Anon. Cab 12-E. We don't wanna miss it."

Cadance practically drags you across the terminal and to cab 12-E, she's so excited.

After getting past the ticketman, you stand next to the door of the cab, both of you giggling in excitement.

You swing the door open dramatically, and step inside.

Octavia looks up from the book she's reading in annoyance.

"Ugh. Can you rustic fools jus— ANONYMOUS?!"

She leaps from where she's sitting into your arms, hugging you tighter than Cadance had a minute ago.

"I thought you were going to stay! I thought you had plans!" She rushes

You chuckle, returning the hug and patting Tavi on the back.

"Well, I still do have plans. I'm taking them with me."

Only now does she notice Princess Cadance standing beside you two.

You didn't think anyone could ever smile that bright.

"You... You brought... Princess Mi Am—"

"Please," she interrupts, "Call me Cadance. I have a feeling we'll get to know eachother very well over the next..."

"How long is your trip?"

"Six months," Octavia states matter-of-factly."

Cadance smiles. "Yes, over the next six months."

Octavia lets go of you, and steps back in a state of awe.

"Y-You... You're... You're going to...?"

Cadance smiles. "Of course I am. Who would pass up an opportunity to see the CSO performing live? Tickets are expensive, you know~"

And, with a squeal, you see Octavia flop on the floor unconscious.

"I think that was a little too much for her," Cadance says, finding a seat on one of the beds in the bunked cabin.

You pick up Tavi and set her on the bottom bunk opposite of Cadance.

"Just a little. I bet royalty seldom shows up to events like this, being so busy and all."

"Not at all. I'm typically swamped," she says. "Thankfully, I'm fairly certain my substitute will do a fine job.

"Who's that?"

She pauses for a moment. "Erm, let's discuss that later. But, for now, let's enjoy every moment we have."

She pulls you over and sets you down beside her. "Together."

You look at her, and she looks at you.

"Together."

She offers you a smile.

"You know, I hate being alone."

"I've noticed."

She chuckles. "I'm glad I have someone I can turn to."

She places a hoof on your hand.

"Someone I know I can trust, unlike... Some."

That sounded a little disturbing.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Cadance looks at the floor.

"I have a pretty good feeling Shining is doing more than helping out at the castle, Anonymous."

"Oh. Oh, I'm... I'm sorry. I had no idea."

"Of course you didn't. He's good at hiding it, but these eyes know a cheater when they see one. It's part of my talent, after all."

You look at Tavi, and then at Cadance.

"Well, then where does this put me?"

"Who ever said either of us were devoted to being monogamous?"

She gives you a sly smile. "I certainly have no problem with you being with her. Besides, what we're doing is, well, special."

She slides her hoof under your chin. "Understand what I'm getting at?"

It takes you a moment to get your mind out of its testosterone gutter to mutter out a sentence.

"Of course I do."

With that, she gives you a quick peck on the lips before pulling back and looking into your eyes.

"Good. Maybe we can see what you're capable of, when we have some spare time~. Don't worry, I'll be sure to give you time alone with Octavia."

She looks at the unconscious pony for a moment. "...I can tell what she has is more than just lust. It's truer, purer."

She looks back at you. "She deserves it more than I do. And, who knows. Maybe she's more open minded than one would think..."

You blush. She does as well.

"But..."

"As much as I would like to get ahead of myself tonight, Anonymous, I'm afraid Octavia might not be out for much longer."

"That, and I don't want to spoil everything on the first night..."

She giggles, a lustful look on her face. "Now, Anonymous. Go tend to Octavia, and get some shuteye. You'll need to be wide awake tomorrow, and I'm certain we will all be busy—in more ways than one, mind you."

You oblige, and go to the other bed where Octavia is lying down.

She's still out cold.

She'll wake up soon enough, but not by your hand.

You lie down on your side and pull her close, like a big, fluffy, grey teddy bear.

After adjusting yourself and resting your head on your pillow, you doze off, awaiting the 6 months to come.

You lie there, unable to sleep.

Not that you mind; you're spooning with an adorable mare, and you're comfortable anyhow.

What's keeping you up is the thoughts.

Is this the right thing to do?

What will everyone think if they find out?

You suddenly realize you're going to have a lot of time to think.

It's an overnight train ride to Canterlot, at least 12 hours.

With a sigh, you rest your head again, thoughts racing through your mind.

Eventually, these thoughts die down, and you drift off into sleep.

Some time later, you feel something.

Something was shaking your shoulder, trying to get your attention.

You figure it was that annoying furry wolf-man that was bugging you for your squash earlier, so you grumble at him in annoyance.

Wait, what the hell are you talking about?

You open your eyes, and see Octavia's own peering into yours.

Whatever crazy dream you had a moment ago was instantly lost in her eyes.

As you come to, you realize there is a dim light in the background.

A single candle is lit; it's barely enough to illuminate the small cab.

But, you can see everything you need to.

Those gorgeous purple eyes are easy to get lost into.

After a moment, Octavia smiles at you.

"Anonymous," she says, her voice low and seductive.

Even though there was hardly any light in the room, you could see the blush on her cheeks.

Suddenly, you hear a thump.

You look over, and you see some sort of old record player on the nightstand.

A record needle drops into place, the needle falls, and, as if it's working by itself, some smooth music starts to play.

Smooth jazz.

Sounds like Octavia, in an odd way.

You turn back to the beautiful mare in front of you.

"I've been waiting for this day for a while, you know," she says, wrapping her forelegs around your neck and pulling herself closer.

Your noses are touching, and her eyes are half lidded.

You smirk slyly, looking back at her.

"I had hardly any idea, Octavia."

She chuckles.

"Well, you know what they say, Anonymous. Life is full of..."

Suddenly, you feel one of her hooves slide down your back and prod at your ass.

"Surprises."

Almost immediately, you feel little junior spring up from his slumber.

If you weren't blushing before, you definitely are now.

Even under all of this pressure, you maintain your cool, and slide one of your hands down her back, keeping one of them behind her head.

"This one's a pleasant one, I gotta say. I never knew you would ever be this forward."

She coos a little, leaning her face in a little closer to whisper in your ear.

You can feel her hot breath on your ear as she speaks, and it sends shivers down your spine.

"I want to show you something..."

Without breaking eye contact, you see her reach behind, and under the mattress.

She pulls up a magazine.

A PlayColt magazine, actually, with a coffee stain on it.

Wait a second, didn't you have—

Holy shit she got ahold of your pornos.

How long has she known about this?

You lie there, dumbfounded, staring at the magazines.

"You know," Octavia starts, "I never expected you to be the kind of stall—man, that would have such things hidden away in his closet. Concerning the pages are so worn, I bet this gets "used" often."

Christ, she's reading you like a book.

"And, I get the impression," she says, dropping the magazine and grabbing your collar, "that you are a very naughty, -naughty- young man..." She says with a sly look on her face

She pulls you close, lips almost touching.

"And I want it... I always have, since the first time I saw it..."

You return her lustful gaze, your hand gliding down and gently grasping her plot.

"I'm willing to give you a taste..."

You both lean in, lips locking with a burning passion.

You pull her head tight against yours, squeezing her rear.

She's sure to return the favor herself.

Your lips wrap around and suckle on hers as you kiss, turning your head.

Octavia adds in a playful nibble, before slowly sliding in her tongue.

Your tongues push against each other and writhe around, your hot, steaming breath blowing against each other.

After what seems like an eternity of wrestling with her delicious tongue, she pulls back, a tendril of drool connecting your lips.

She has a dopey smile on her face, and you’re fairly certain you do too.

You just lie there a moment, staring into each other’s lustful and passionate eyes.

Soon, you feel a hoof glide across your thigh, and up to your crotch.

It slides up and down, gently stroking your pride.

Octavia looks down at her prize, and then back up at you.

"As much as I would love to show you more… I have a feeling we would be seen…”

She glances over at the sleeping Cadance on the other side of the cab.

”Later. Later, I’ll show you what all I can do. Who knows, maybe she wouldn’t mind us at all, if we spoke about it.”

”She’d probably want a piece of the pie, too.”

She puts on a very, very seductive look.

”Not that I mind. I don’t mind sharing. And, concerning what I know about you, I’m fairly certain you won’t either…”

She giggles, and rests her head on the pillow.

"But, let's rest. We've a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

You nod in agreement, absolutely speechless.

"Good night, Anonymous," she says, closing her eyes, her smile still on her face.

"G-Good night," you say, resting your head as well and rolling onto your back.

Octavia wraps her forelegs around you and cuddles up to you, and soon enough, her head finds her way onto your chest.

You wrap an arm around her, lie back, and close your eyes, drifting op to sleep with the low, smooth jazz playing off in the background.

Some time later

You wake up in the middle of the night.

You're a little disoriented. The kiss left your mind about as consistent as scrambled eggs.

You notice the record is skipping, and you hear the constant plucking of a string bass hitting a rather detuned C#.

After a grumble, you take of the needle and shut the player off, sure not to disturb the Octavia resting in your chest.

After, you take a deep breath.

And it finally hits you.

You're in a room with a princess and a mare who loves you.

And both of them want your monkey dick.

As awful and shameful as that sounds to you, you can't help but feel like an alpha male on the inside.

Pride swells up in your chest, and you let out a sigh of satisfaction.

You glance at the clock.

Only four hours have passed, and you have 8 to go.

Odd. Time usually speeds up when you're having fun...