Life's Left Hook

After a while, your bladder starts nagging you to get up.

You oblige, sliding out from under Octavia and off of the bed.

You open the door to the cab and slide out, walking further down to go to the bathroom.

Soon enough, you make it to the train's bathroom, unzip your pants, and--

What was that noise?

You heard the door latch shut.

You didn't latch it, though—you only 'closed' it, so nobody would see anything. You didn't want to make noise.

Hmm. Odd. Must've been someone walking by.

Shrugging it off as something small, you pull down your boxers and—

*Gasp!*

You hear a rather feminine gasp from behind you.

You turn in a panic to see Cadance, standing behind you, staring at your shrine.

Had she surprised you a second later, she would be drenched in piss.

"Anon?!"

You blink.

"Candy, what the hell are you—"

"I want to aim."

"You -what-?"

"I want to aim. I never walked in on Shiney, and I've always wanted to see what it was like."

"Okay, but, why the hell did you follow me to the bath—"

"I'll -show- you later," she says with a wink.

"But, we have another problem to attend to."

God damnit, you were getting hard.

It's going to be impossible to piss now.

Before you can object in any way, she reaches forward and grabs your dick.

Her hooves are soft, and you shiver a bit at the touch.

Awkwardly, you turn to face the toilet.

"O-Okay, just... Aim downwards, towards the middle... No, no, more to the left..."

She closes one eye, squints, and sticks her tongue out, aiming

Even though it hurts a little bit with a kinked hose, you let loose, and spray into the toilet

It takes a while, due to the pressure, but eventually, your bladder is empty.

"That it?"

"Uh, no, actually."

"Now what?"

"You have to shake it."

She giggles a bit, covering her mouth with a hoof.

"What?"

"You have to shake it. Otherwise, it dribbles and leaks all over the place."

She thinks for a moment.

"Do you have the same problem when you... Pleasure yourself?

After a beat, you nod.

"Yeah, actually."

"I'll be certain to keep that in mind. I might have to suck a little harder later, then."

She starts shaking your dick, and your face turns a dark crimson.

After about 20-30 shakes, she thinks it's enough.

Her head is still down by your crotch, and she looks up at you.

"That good enough? All clear?"

"I-I'd think so," you stammer.

"Good. Now I don't have to worry about tasting piss"

Suddenly, the lights flick off, and all you can see is Cadance's faintly glowing horn, as well as some dim magic around the light switch.

Soon, that goes out too, and there's nothing but a small bathroom, barely lit by the moonlight shining through the window.

You can make out Cadance's silhouette in the darkness, as well as her head and mane floating in front of your crotch.

You can smell her, too.

Some sort of feminine musk, as well as some sort of flowery perfume.

Cadance looks up at you, her giant eyes glowing in the moonlight.

You can feel her gentle hoof glide up your side, and idly grasp at your sack.

"I've never done anything like this before," she says.

You can feel her breath on your dick.

Also, your cock seems to have been replaced with a giant diamond, it's so hard.

"Anything like what?" you ask, a tad confused.

"With... Something other than a pony. I've never been with anything else before."

"And I think it's actually fairly arousing..."

There's a pause, and you can hear the train chugging on in the night.

Suddenly, you feel her grasp at your length, and you feel something warm and wet tickling your tip.

She caresses your length with her hoof, while idly sucking on the tip.

She knew what the hell she was doing, too; her tongue glided across your head, and it was driving you so absolutely nuts you wanted to just grab the back of her head and shove it down her throat.

But, you hold back, and let her do her magic.

Soon after, she takes her hoof away, and she slowly slides her mouth down your length.

Her tongue drifts along the bottom of your shaft until she reaches the hilt.

After, she pulls back, and starts slowly bobbing her head back and forth.

By this point, you're against the wall, unable to support yourself with the pleasure taking your mind away.

She picks up speed, her tongue curling up and down, back and forth as she bobs her head faster and faster, making choking sounds all the while.

Just as you feel something welling up inside of you, she pulls back, your dick coming out of her lips with an audible pop.

"Pull my hair,” she demands in a low sultry voice.

You stand there for a minute, trying to clear your mind of the fog that has settled.

”I said, pull my hair,” she says again, demanding and forceful this time.

You reach down and grab her ponytail, and she gets right back to work on your shaft.

Her eyes are clamped shut as you yank on her hair, her head bobbing back and forth at top speed.

Soon after, you can’t hold it any longer; you’re about to blow.

You reach down with both of your hands and place them on the back of her head, pushing her along faster and harder.

She fucking takes it, and goes faster with the help of your hands.

In one last thrust, you jam your shaft down her throat and shoot your load, a gurgle coming from Cadance’s mouth.

She pulls back immediately, gasping for air.

A line of cum is still dangling from your dick, and her lips are covered.

As she catches her breath, she looks back up at you with those eyes, and moves forward.

"I’m not done yet…”

She gulps down what she already has, and starts suckling your tip, juicing you of all you have.

She reaches up and grabs your shaft, shaking it hard to get it all out.

After a minute of unbearable sucking, she takes her lips off of your dick, wipes her mouth, and looks up at you, a look of absolute astonishment on her face.

After you catch your breath yourself, you look down at her.

"Candy, that was—"

"Nobody has ever done that to me before."

A moment passes, and you respond.

"Done what?"

"Grabbed my head, and forced me onto it... I... I've never..."

"I've never loved giving a blowjob so much."

You both stand there, breathing heavily as the train rolls by.

"That was amazing," she says, finally standing on her four legs.

She was barely at bellybutton height, even then.

"Yeah, that was something else," you say.

You pull up your pants.

"Holy shit, you know what you're doing.

She chuckles.

"I know, Anonymous. I'm only the princess of love~~"

With that, she opens the door.

"Come, let's go back to the cab. Hopefully we didn't wake anyone up with our antics..."

After you zip up your zipper, you follow her back to the cab.

After that wild and seemingly endless ride, you wake up.

The train horn blows, waking up everyone in the cab.

You've arrived, finally.

Cadance and Octavia are both wide awake, conversing with each other about Canterlot in general.

However, you are no morning person, and your rub your tired eyes as you sit up in bed.

"Good morning, Anonymous," they both say, almost in unison.

"Mornin'," you respond, sliding out of the bed and standing up.

"We haven't much time," says Octavia, standing up and grabbing her cello case from the above bunk. "I have to be at the hall in a half an hour to practice, and our performance is in an hour and a half.

Cadance butts in.

"Mind you, Canterlot is a big city. Even if we manage to hitch a chariot, we'll still be in a bit of a rush. Come. Let's go," she says, trotting out the door.

Octavia soon follows, and so do you.

As you walk, Octavia starts some idle conversation.

"Cadance," she says, looking towards the princess, "are you sure walking around in Canterlot is a good idea? Being a princess, and all, your reputation may be... Tarnished."

Cadance merely shrugs. "I see no reason why. I haven't had some time to myself for a long time, Shining is busy, and my replacement is one of the hardest workers I know. She's always busy as a bee."

"And who is that?" Octavia asks innocently.

"Erm, I'd rather not reveal her identity, on her behalf. For respect, and... And such," she says, with a bit of uncertainty.

Octavia raises an eyebrow, and so do you.

"I know neither of you have malicious intent, but this is Canterlot; the eyes have walls."

"The eyes have walls?"

After a beat, Cadance facehoofs.

"Let's just keep going."

You hustle through the busy streets of Canterlot.

Thankfully, the ponies tended to part ways upon seeing a princess; you got there much faster than anticipated.

About 10 minutes before Octavia had to arrive, you find the auditorium.

Octavia waves goodbye, grabs her cello, and disappears backstage while you and Cadance both grab your seats.

You're forty minutes early; not many ponies were shuffling in. There were a few, but not too many to take away all of the good seats.

However, Cadance didn't want a 'good' seat; she drags you along, taking you up the stairs, supposedly to one of the higher levels.

You reach the fourth and highest floor, and Cadance finds seats in the very back row.

The seats are great. They're very soft and conforming, and they're a royal read -- just like the rest of the carpeting in the auditorium.

You have a good view, as well. You can see the intricate, impeccable decor around the vast auditorium, all of it hoof-carved from marble. It truly was a marvelous work of art.

Had the paintings and stonework been any better, you might've thought a ponified Michaelangelo stopped by.

Also, you're so high up you can still see where the orchestra will be.

And there's about a 50 meter drop to the floor from here, it looks like.

Cadance giggles as you look down, jaw low.

"What? Haven't you ever been to an auditorium before?"

You haven't, and shake your head no.

"I've never been able too. Too expensive," you say, resting back in your chair and trying not to think about the height.

"Well, glad I could help~" she coos, giving you a peck on the cheek.

"The CSO is one of the most amazing orchestras on the planet. It's on the same tier as the Marelin Philharmonic, or the Roaman Symphony Orchestra..."

You aren't a very musical man, but you can about imagine how highly this band must be respected...

Some time passes, and the orchestra starts pooling in onto the stage, creaking and playing their bows to prepare for the concert.

You see Octavia trot in proudly, cello in grasp as she sits down, grabs her risen, and prepares herself.

The lights dim, attention moving to the orchestra.

After the does a short into in an accent you can't even describe, much less understand, he turns to the orchestra and starts the first song.

They start, the music blasting up the auditorium with incredible clarity.

At first, it sounds like music that would play for some sort of epic news station.

You glance over at Cadance.

She's completely captivated, focusing on the music and on the music alone.

You decide to wrap your right arm around her shoulder as the music plays.

She doesn't object at all, but...

She doesn't seem to react much at all in the first place.

Only a short sideways glance and a smirk was what you got..

She must be really into this.

You just sit back and relax, letting the song pass by.

She takes a deep breath, relishing in the sound.

You turn your attention to the orchestra.

Namely, Octavia.

She plays with such... Passion. Such professionalism.

She genuinely cares about what she's doing.

Same goes with every other pony in the orchestra, be they playing a violin, a horn, a string bass, or a triangle.

This isn't an exaggeration. The triangle player is dinging away at his instrument with an absolutely professional posture, his chin high in the air.

"Wow, they really—"

"Shh."

"Uh, okay... I just—"

"Shh! Etiquette! After the song!"

Ah, that explains quite a bit.

Concert etiquette.

With that, you sit back again, letting the music pass by.

After a few more minutes, the song boils down to an explosive ending.

The audience applauds, and so do you.

After the applause dies down, the orchestra starts moving around.

They seem to be preparing for another song.

You're not sure if you can bear another ten minutes of listening to this and dealing with a snappy Cadance.

But, endure you must. You pull Cadance into a light hug as the conductor starts rambling on again.

"You really take this seriously, don't you?"

She glances at you, a condescending look on her face.

"Of course I do. As 'informal' as I may be when I'm with others, I'm still royalty, after all. You have to know these things. Besides, even if I wasn't royalty, it'd still be impolite."

She rolls her eyes at you, a smirk on her face.

You lightly boop her, and she scrunches her nose.

"Damnit, Anon!"

You share a chuckle, and you turn back to the orchestra as the lights dim again.

It looks like a small ensemble of strings has taken their leave.

Octavia included.

A stringbass is missing, as well as a couple other members of the string family.

They're now front and center, just out of your eyesight.

Octavia is there, alongside a few others.

In a moment, they start their song.

About a moment later, you can feel yourself drifting off to sleep.