Life's Left Hook

"ANONYMOOOOUS!"

An absolutely gigantic, ear-busting scream comes from across the block.

You've heard that only once before.

That was the Royal Canterlot Voice...

The sidewalks of Detrot clear almost instantly as people rush out of the block and away from whatever the hell that screaming was.

Clearly, you see Cadance and Octavia, standing across the street.

Cadance glares at you, and gallops across.

Octavia follows close behind.

"What in Celestia's name are you doing?!" Cadance hollars, thankfully not in that ear-rending RCV.

Octavia just stays by Cadance's tail, not saying a word.

But she does look quite concerned, upon seeing the blue lump on your shoulder.

Said blue lump has turned her head to look at what the hell was happening, and stays quiet.

"I was doing something I felt needed to be done."

Cadance looks at Trixie, confused and angry as hell.

"You -what-? What do you mean, 'had to be done'?! She was perfectly fine going back to her hotel room!"

"What hotel room?!" you yell, making sure your point was sharp.

There was a short pause.

Octavia looked very deeply concerned.

But Cadance still looked angrier than Ire who spilled his beer.

"Who cares if she's not in a hotel? She's not our problem! She-"

"She is now," you say calmly, cutting Cadance off.

"I'm not about to let this happen, knowing both sides of the story. I know Octavia cares for this mare, and I don't want to see her sucking dicks in a dark, smelly, filthy alley just so she can have something to eat. I'm not going to just let that happen; I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy."

Cadance blinks.

She's not used to people standing up against her.

Her face softens.

"You have a good point, but still. Anonymous, you just left without us. You could have gotten lost. You could have gotten killed, or mugged, or..."

"Cadance, I'd rather that happen than let Trixie here rot away in a pile of mold, grease, and shit."

"Anonymous, please, calm down."

She's right.

You're getting a little hot headed.

You take a deep breath, and let it out.

Trixie is biting her lip, trying to keep quiet.

You notice Octavia hiding behind Cadance, hiding her face.

She's probably crying, or embarrassed as hell.

"Look. Don't do that again. In Detrot, that's very dangerous. If you do that in Roama, or Stalliongrad, or any other city where violence is an issue, you could get killed."

She lets out a little huff, unamused. ".And now, it looks like -three- mares are going to have to worry about that."

You sigh.

"And I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

She nods. "Very well then."

At least Cadance was a decent diplomat when the time came.

"Now, what are we going to do with this mare?"

"I'm sure there's room for a fourth on our tour. There are for beds in a train car, room for 4 on the hotel mattresses..."

"Just like that? You trust this mare just like that?"

Cadance gives you a half glare. "Honestly, Anonymous, I don't think-"

"-Wait!" Octavia objects, poking Cadance.

Cadance sighs, and starts to mutter.

"For the love of Celestia, can you bampots just let me finish my-"

"Cadance, I know it's hard to see, at first, but... Please. Let's give her a chance."

Cadance turns to face her.

"Octavia, I-"

"P-Please?"

She pauses, looking down.

"Y-You know how much she meant... W-Well, means to me..."

Cadance pauses for a moment, and then lets out a sigh.

"Meh, all right, I suppose I can... But I'll be on my hooftips."

With that, she turns, and starts trotting down the sidewalk.

"Come. We need to check in at the hotel and get the beds ready."

On the way to the hotel, you try your best to explain to Cadance your reasoning.

It still curls her metaphorical toes, but she agrees to let Trixie in, not only for Trixie herself, but for Octavia's sake.

Trixie and Octavia are quick to make amends, and neither of them will shut their mouths on the way home.

That, and you think the two of them made enough tears to fill the Antlertic Ocean.

Well, it's progress, at least.

With two depressed mares, a disgruntled queen, and a pair of dirty clothes, you arrive at the hotel.

The door to the hotel room swings open, and all four of you step inside.

You set Trixie down.

"Take a shower and wash that shit out... Yeck. It smells godawful, and looks even worse."

"Y-Yeah. Good idea."

With that, she trots off into the bathroom, leaving the three of you alone.

You strip down, putting your mucky clothes in a pile in the corner.

Cadance plops down on one mattress, and Octavia on the other.

This hotel wasn't nearly as good as the last.

The room was fairly small, there was a borderline ancient radio, the bathrooms looked like they were in a truck stop, and the coffee machine looks like it hasn't been cleaned for years.

You walk over and sit down on the bed Cadance is on.

It's surprisingly firm.

You question whether it's a matress or just a log underneath your ass, until you feel something nudge your side gently.

It's Cadance.

She slides her head under your right arm, resting it on your lap.

You scratch in between her ears, and she closes her eyes.

"Anonymous?"

Here comes the lecture.

"Yeah?"

"You make me wonder sometimes."

That was an odd remark.

Even though you didn't know what it meant, it hurt a little.

"Why's that?"

She huffs a little.

"If I took an implication or two, I'd say that the mare in the shower right now is the same one that tried to blackmail us. Is that right."

"Correctamundo."

"The same one that bucked you in the gut and sent you to the hospital?"

"That's her."

"The same one that almost took you away from me?"

You gulp.

"...That's right."

She looks up at you, a concerned look on her face.

"And you just let her in here like that? You just... Took her in?"

Only now do you find out how hard it is to explain yourself.

"W-Well, I told you, it's not just me, it's..."

"Yes, yes, it's Octavia, I know. You told me. And I understand."

"What I don't understand is the absolute faith you have."

You pause for a moment to think.

"I would never, ever, in the thousand years I've lived, trust someone that much, especially under circumstances like these. Much less do what you've done. And I can't help but question it."

There's a short pause, and you collect your thoughts.

"Well, I just know how weird love can be, for one thing. It makes you... Do things."

Cadance lets out a short chuckle.

"I know that better than anyone."

You chuckle a little yourself.

"I know that. And, from what I've heard about Trixie, that was just her way of trying to cope with the pain. If I do this, I have a feeling things will get better, not only for her, but for Octavia as well."

"I'm pretty sure she's a little more flexible in the love department, now, because of us."

You gently rub Cadance's soft, warm ear with your fingers as you speak.

She closes her eyes, and rests her head on its side.

"I'm still not so sure about this."

"Neither am I."

"I'll be keeping my eyes peeled. And, if she pulls something stupid even once, I'm not going to put up with it."

Looks like it's time to put said faith to the test.

You hear some rumbling from your right.

Octavia's shoving the second bed over, turning the two beds into one.

They come together with a thud, and Octavia jumps up on the bed next to Cadance.

She doesn't say anything, though, even though you're pretty sure she heard your whole conversation with Cadance.

You lie back, your right arm resting on Cadance.

You can see Octy snuggle up to Cadance, but she's pushed away.

The poor, rejected music pony stands up, walks around, and goes on your other side.

You wrap your left arm around her, holding her close.

She wraps her forelegs around your stomach, resting your head on your chest.

You rest your head on the pillow, nice and warm even without the blankets.

These two mares were enough.

You feel Cadance shuffle around a bit, and she moves up.

She slides herself up your side, stopping as her forelegs wrap around your neck.

Her head rests next to yours, and she licks your ear playfully.

You reel back a little, chuckling.

But she doesn't do anything else, closing her eyes.

"I have a concert in five hours."

Well, that got your attention.

It felt like nighttime, snuggled up to these mares.

But that makes sense.

You arrived early in the morning, went to eat...

Wow, today is going to be a long ass day.

"When do you need to be at the recital hall or whatever?"

"Four hours from now."

"When do we need to leave, then?"

"Three hours from now."

"I'll set the alarm," Cadance says, her horn lighting up as the alarm clock floats over.

She takes a foreleg off of your neck, sets the alarm quickly, and then puts it away before she slides right back to where she was.

Suddenly, you hear the door swing open.

You look up, noticing it was, thankfully, the bathroom door.

Trixie, now clean and dry, looks over at the snuggle fest taking place.

And it's fairly clear she wants in.

But, there's one problem.

Cadance doesn't like her, and there's no room on the side of Octavia.

So, she decides to go for an alternate plan.

You feel her step on the bed...

And she plops down between her legs.

Her chest rests on your crotch, and her head on your stomach.

She wraps her forelegs around your waist, getting comfortable and snuggling up to you.

Boner activate.

But, now is not the time.

Not with an angry Cadance and two tear-stained eyes.

Instead, you just raise one leg, resting it on top of Trixie's haunches and pulling her close.

She lets out a little hum, satisfied, and closes her eyes.

Thankfully, Cadance doesn't kick her or protest.

With that, you smile, rest your head back, and try to take a nap.

*lick*

Your ear is now very wet.

*Lick*

*Lick*

"...Cadance, what the fuck?"

*Lick*

*Lick*

She doesn't respond.

Her eyes are closed.

And one of her hind legs twitches.

She's asleep.

And she's licking you.

In her sleep.

*Lick*

Great. Now what?

You turn to face Cadance

*LIIIICK*

Her wet tongue slides up your face, getting slobber on your lips, nostrils, and cheeks.

She keeps licking away without a care in the world.

Might as well have some fun with this.

You open your mouth, and soon enough, she licks your face again.

You suck in like a vacuum, her tongue sliding in your mouth with a plop.

And it's stuck there, as much as Cadance struggles to move it.

You giggle at her misfortune, her tongue struggling to worm its way out of your mouth.

Eventually, the struggling stops.

And Cadance opens her eyes.

"Ononumuph? Whuh phu phuuk?"

She pulls her head back, and notices the spit all over your face.

"Seriously, what the hell?"

"I didn't know my face had peanut butter on it."

She raises an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You were licking my face. Like a dog."

Even though it's dark in the room, you can see a blush.

"What were you dreaming of?"

She pauses.

"Well, it wasn't peanut butter, I can tell you that..."

ZING!

Your boner, which had deflated after a moment of napping, instantly springs back to life.

"I really am a nympho, aren't I?"

"I'd say."

You hear a second voice come from down below.

"Ugh. Anonymous? I understand getting turned on, but this thing is going up and down every two seconds."

"That's what happens when you have a master at work, sweetheart," Cadance says, competition in her voice.

Here we go.