Life's Left Hook

After a talk with the receptionist, an elevator ride full of fresh memories, and a short walk, you open the door to the hotel room.

The first thing you see is Cadance's giant pink ass parked on the couch as she watches TV.

As the view sets in, you take a moment just to admire it.

You don't even think it can compare to some of the magazines you've seen.

Nice and round, with a bit of a shelf on the sides, but not too incredibly exaggerated.

Like the battleship you saw at the strip club...

Fuck, that mare's asscheeks were twice as big as her head.

As your thoughts drift off into wondrous daydreams of booty, Cadance notices where your attention is focused.

"Surprise, surprise. Enjoying the view?" she asks, smiling at you.

All you can do is nod.

"Uh, yeah."

She giggles playfully, and beckons you with her hoof.

"Come over here. I'm getting a little lonely."

Your dick, at this point, has assumed total control, and you find yourself walking over to Cadance without ever thinking about it.

You plop down next to that ass, and rest one of your arms on Cadance.

"Feel free to get comfy. Those clothes probably aren't comfy to sit in."

"Yeah, good point."

They were actually really nice.

But, well, the mare's telling you to strip.

With that, you take off your shirt and toss it to the side.

You unbutton your pants, as well, and slide those off.

In a moment's notice, all you have left on is your boxer briefs and your socks.

You assume your previous position, right arm on Cadance and left arm on your crotch.

The couch was nice, and you were able to relax.

"That smell... Is that..."

"Pie?"

Cadance turns to you.

"You tell me. I'm looking at it right now."

"Getting right to the point, are we?" you ask, smiling at Cadance.

Cadance starts getting up, and looks at you,

"It's been too long since we've been alone, Anonymous," she says, crawling over to you.

After a brief thought, you realize something.

"Wait, has it even been two days?"

Suddenly, you see Cadance on top of you, straddling you as she looks down.

"Either way, it's felt like ages, Anonymous. You really need to work on keeping your women in check. I need a lot of love-I'm the princess of love, for Tia's sake."

You smile knowingly, and chuckle as you shoot her what you hope is a seductive look.

"Oh, I get it. So you're like Queen Chy-"

Your sentence is cut short as Cadance presses her lips aggressively against yours.

After a fleeting moment, she pulls back and stares at you with lustful eyes.

"Quite. Now, shut that loose mouth of yours."

You knew she'd say that eventually.

You had prepared for this.

"Well, then how am I supposed to eat with my mouth closed?"

Immediately, Cadance scrunches her nose at the witty retort.

And, then, her face softens, and she looks down back at you with that same look.

"You haven't even had breakfast yet, have you, hun?"

You shake your head.

"Nope. Still waiting on that damned waffle. I can smell it heating up."

"Well, then, by all means, Anonymous..."

With that, she turns around, rear facing you.

She lowers herself down and sits on your face with a plop.

Having been given no warning, you gasp and recoil in surprise at the sudden pink booty assault.

But soon, you get used to the pressure, the lovely view, and the taste.

Your mouth opens wide and your tongue rests, ready to start.

Cadance looks down at you, and lets out a light hmmph.

"Dig in whenever you feel like it. I'm certain you're hungry after all of that walking you've done today."

She was damned right.

But you're going to make her suffer first.

You let out a deep breath just to tease, and you feel her shake a bit as your breath tickles her skin.

And then, slowly, your tongue slides out, and starts to drag along her nethers.

You run along the tender things slowly and gracefully, and you reach up to grab her hind quarters to pull her in.

They're soft, plush, and fun to grab.

Especially since she makes adorable little noises every time you give them a squeeze.

You pull her closer, and force your face into her puffy crotch.

Cadance lets out a deep breath of relief, and you can feel her heart beating.

Eventually, your tongue builds up the courage to slither into the cave.

After one last short breath, you dive in, enticing a gasp.

She pushes down on your face and slides forward slowly, trying to get into it.

Her pace picks up rather quickly, and before long, she's just grinding on your face.

Her forelegs pin your legs down, and she shakes her ass back and forth.

When you open your eyes, you can see it jiggle.

You let out a groan as you push back, and start exploring deeper.

The tip of your nose wedges its way into Cadance's puckered hole every time she grinds back.

You raise your right hand as she grinds, and bring it down on her mark with a resounding slap.

She yelps in surprise and pain, and her cheek starts to glow red.

"Anonymous!"

She glares at you.

"Yo-!"

*SMACK*

"WAH!"

You chuckle darkly as she arches her back.

"Surprise!"

You both pause for a moment.

That moment soon stretches out into a long pause, filled with heavy breathing and glares.

"You... You've made... A gutsy move..."

You smile slyly.

"I know. I was trying to encourage you to return the favor."

"And now I know damned well I'm going to."

"Bend over."

The pain in your chest starts to grow.

It was there a little before, but it was getting worse.

Your heart starts to race, and you grasp your chest.

"Wait, what?"

"I said, bend over," she growls, getting up from on top of you.

You blink, a bit stunned at her tone of voice.

"But, Candy, I-"

"Bend. Over," she says forcefully, glaring down at you as she stands tall.

Just as you're about to comply, Cadance grabs you and flips you onto your belly.

She grabs your ass and hoists it up with force.

You look like you're about to take it up the ass.

And, a little bit inside of you fears that you actually are.

Cadance grumbles a bit.

"If only I had Ol' Nessie here... I think Shiny still has it back home."

*gulp*

"I suppose I can make ends meet, however."

*SMACK*

"OW!"

Your ass burns like hell, and you recoil at the smack.

Cadance was a lot stronger than you remembered.

"Oohoohooh! That one sounded like it hurt!"

Your ass still stings, and as much as you want to roll over on your side, you can't.

Cadance would probably smack you again.

"Where was I? Oh, yes."

*SMACK*

"GAH!"

Your back arches and you grit your teeth.

Now, both cheeks are glowing bright.

Your chest is starting to hurt even worse, and you start to breathe heavier.

Cadance chuckles a bit at your misfortune, finally getting off of you after what felt like forever.

"You're even louder than Shining!"

She chuckles darkly, and pushes down on your hips to flatten you out on the couch.

"I'll have to remember that!"

As you plop down on your belly, you groan in pain, praying for mercy.

Your ass is still prickling with pain, and you can feel your buns burning.

Cadance looks you over, contemplating.

"What to do now. Well, I don't have any rope, but I suppose the bedsheets might do well."

After an uneasy groan from Cadance, she looks back at you.

"I had better not get ahead of myself, I suppose. I don't want to break you. Yet."

You let out a groan and roll over onto your back.

One of your hands holds your chest in pain.

You groan a bit, and Cadance looks down at you.

And, immediately, that seductive look on her face melts off.

"Oh. Shit."

She grimaces a bit, and steps up to you.

"Your chest is still bugging you?"

You nod, gritting your teeth.

Cadance lets out a worried sigh, shaking her head.

"Damn it. Damn it!"

You can see the regret hit her like a mac truck as she realizes what's going on.

"Are you okay, hun?"

You nod, groaning.

You know you'll be fine; it isn't the tormenting pain you've felt before.

But by Jones does it hurt still.

Cadance sighs again, looking around the room.

"Great, and the doctor is still in Detrot, isn't she?"

As she looks for a phone in a panic, you muster the strength to speak.

"I-I-I'll be fine, Cadance, jus-Just give me a minute."

After covering her face with her hoof in embarrassment, she starts rattling off an apology at a thousand words a minute.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I just completely blew it off that you were still hurt and I just wanted to get a little rough because I like it rough and I wanted to try it with you again without me being all jealous and stuff because that was bad and just-"

"SHH!"

Immediately, she stops and blinks, looking at you.

She seems to get the hint.

Her head drops and she trots over to the couch, hopping in.

She drags you into a hug, and snuggles against you.

She nuzzles her head into your shoulder, and you wrap an arm around her to pull her close.

You look at her, into those purple eyes.

"Let me know if you need anything, okay?"

"Mmmhmmm..."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Cadance."

"No, really, I'm sorr-MMMMPH"

You grab her snout and keep her mouth shut.

"It's fine. Now, just... Let's rest."

"MmmHmm..."

You rest your head, and let out a sigh of relief.

Cadance gets comfortable, adjusting herself and resting her head on your chest.

You close your eyes, and try not to focus on the pain in your chest.

Slowly, ever so slowly, it starts to fade away as your heart rate slows.

You finally manage to relax, and you start to drift off to sleep.

Some time later, you wake up from your nap.

Cadance is nudging you to get up.

"Come on, sleepy head. Get up. We have to get going."

You groan a bit in response, and turn to face her.

"What? Where? Can't we just-"

*YAAAWN*

"Five more minutes?"

Cadance scrunches her nose at the smell of your breath, and shakes her head.

"No. You have a date tonight, remember?"

You blink.

"A date?"

"With the little orange filly that adores us?"

It takes a moment for that to sink in, but you eventually manage to retort.

"Uh, that's not a date. She's still a blank flank."

Cadance smiles devilishly, and giggles.

"That didn't stop me when I was that age~"

Fucking Cadance.

"Well, you're a different story," you say, standing up off of the couch.

"What time is it?"

"Quarter to seven."

Quarter to seven.

When were you meeting Scoots at the cafe?

"You have fifteen minutes, dear."

Fuck.

"All right, hold on, let me put my clothes on."

Cadance rolls her eyes at you.

"I'll never understand you, and your clothing. Why is it always such an issue?"

You shrug.

"It's just how it was back home, I guess."

"Weird."

After your little exchange, you finish getting dressed.

Just a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, underwear, socks, shoes, and a pair of shades in your pocket.

The sun was bad up, in Windsoar.

"I'm ready."

"Okay, hun. I'll see you in a bit."

You take a double take as you walk out the door, and glance at Cadance before you shut it.

"You aren't coming?"

She shrugs.

"I don't really know the filly, and I doubt you want to explain to her our... Erm..."

"Whatever the hell you call this. A harem, I think?"

After a beat, you nod.

"Yeah, that."

After another beat, Cadance interjects again.

"I've only seen it practiced in Saddle Arabia. And with us."

"Well, aren't we just special?" you reply sarcastically.

After a chuckle you both share, you wave goodbye.

"See you soon, Candy."

"Toodles."

After a fifteen minute walk, you find your way to the cafe.

Thankfully you nabbed the map off of the counter on your way out.

No getting lost today!

You step inside, and the aroma of baked goods, coffee, and caramel hit your nose.

You smile, and look around the cafe.

After a quick glance, Scootaloo waves at you, sitting at a table in the corner.

You make your way over, plopping down on the seat opposite of her.

"Hey Scoots," you say, adjusting yourself.

"Hey Anon," she replies, smiling "What's up? Long time no see, man!"

Man.

She's the only one that can call you 'man'.

She's the only one you told.

You smile, and offer a shrug.

"Up until now, not much. Until Octavia invited me to go on the tour with the Canterlot orchestra, it's been pretty dull."

"Orchestra? You mean, like, that big string band or whatever? The fancy one?"

You nod.

"Yep, that's an orchestra."

"Oh, cool," she responds, grabbing the menu and giving it a lookover.

"Not really my kinda thing, though, but I get it. Did you, like, invite the princess along too?"

You nod.

"Yeah, she needed a vacation from running the empire, I take it. Since she knew me, she decided to hop on."

Scootaloo's eyes grow bright as she smiles.

"That's so cool! I wish I could see the princess!"

"Scoots? You already have. And you're good friends with another princess.'

She chuckles a bit, sliding the menu over.

"Twily doesn't count! She told me she isn't a princess anyway, and that she has just as much trouble flying as I do!"

Flying.

Poor Scoots can't fly yet.

Well, at least she's light hearted about it.

Poor filly.

You give the menu a quick lookover, and decide you don't have much of an appetite after your last meal.

A cup of coffee will do.

You slide it to the left, to the wall, and look back up at Scoots.

"I suppose. Makes sense. I guess I kinda came around after most of this happened, huh?"

"Yeah, you're a late boomer. Maybe that's why we get along good."

The waiter, eventually, trots by.

An orange earth pony greets you with a surprisingly bright smile, complete with freckles and a blush.

She trots up with a bit of pep in her step, and a bit of joy in her green eyes.

As she reaches the table, she pulls out a notepad from her blonde mane.

"'Ello!" she says, pulling out a pen and standing on her hind legs.

Wait, how is she holding that pen?

"You ready to order?"

Shaking the paranormal pony physics out of your mind, you nod and look up at her.

"Yes, yes we are. I'd just like a cup of coffee. Black, please."

She nods, scribbling down on the pad.

Then, she turns to Scootaloo.

"And for you?"

Scootaloo shrugs.

"Eeeh, I jus' wanna hot chocolate. Whipped cream! I want whipped cream too!"

The waitress nods, putting her pad back in her mane and looking between the two of you.

"That all?"

You both nod.

"Yep."

"Yeah."

The waitress smiles brightly again, and trots off.

"It won't be long!"

As she walks off, you notice her mark.

An orange.

"What the hey kinda mark is an orange?" Scootaloo asks.

Evidently you were both looking at the same thing.

After clearing your throat, you shrug.

"I'unno. Maybe owns an orchard like Applejack?"

"Probably."

After a pause, you readjust yourself and sit back.

"Sooo, Scoots. What about you? What have you been up to this summer?"

"Eeeh, not much," she says, leaning on one of her forelegs. "With the Crusaders pretty much disbanded, I've just been kinda... I dunno. Floating around. Like a cloud in the Everfree."

This filly doesn't know how fucking depressing she is.

And you just realized you forgot her gift.

Wonderful.

You'll have to get it to her later.

"Ah. That's a shame. Friends come and go with time."

"Yeah, I guess. I just wish it wasn't so sudden."

"Hey, they're still friends, though, right?"

She shrugs.

"They don't talk to me much any more. I guess part of it's because I'm away a lot, but still."

"Oh. Well, if you ever need a friend, I'll be around."

"When I get back from the tour, anyway."

She doesn't respond, and instead sits there in silence for a couple of minutes.

Finally, the silence is broken as the bubbly orange mare comes trotting back with a tray.

She sets it down on the table, and you see two cups.

One with a fragrant black coffee, and the other with a whipped cream topping.

And a cherry.

Nice.

"Enjoy!" she says, trotting off without another word.

You grab your cup and raise it up to take a sip.

It's hotter and more bitter than the flames of hell themselves.

Just how you like it.

You let out an 'ahh', and you look up to see Scootaloo holding her cup with both hooves.

She raises it to her lips, and takes a little sip.

Whipped cream finds its way onto her snout and lips, and you can't help but chuckle.

Soon, she realizes what she did too, and chuckles herself.

"Good stuff?"

She nods.

"Really good."

For the next few minutes, the two of you sit there, idly sipping on your drinks as the sun sets.

Most of the rest of the night is small talk.

Catching up on a few other things

Talking about Scootaloo's crush

Talking about the CSO

A few bad words about Trixie

Nothing out of the ordinary.

But, finally, Scootaloo sets her cup down with a crude burp.

"Good out."

"Heh, thanks."

You look out the window.

The sun has set on the city.

"It's getting late, Scoots. Think it's time for me to take you home?"

She shakes her head.

"Nah, man. It's fine. I can walk home."

"No, Scoots, I'm walking you home. It's the least I can do.

She shakes her head again.

"No, seriously. It's probably a bad idea."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Why's that?"

"Uh, my family? They might not... Y'know... Like... Humans?"

There was an odd tone in her voice.

She's full of shit.

But no sense in riling her up.

"Ah, gotcha," you say, nodding.

"Need anything before you head out?"

She nods, standing out of the booth.

"Yeah, one thing."

You get out of the booth as well.

"And what's that?"

Scootaloo bends her four legs and pounces, clinging onto your chest with a death grip.

Her wings buzz and she nuzzles your chest.

"Gimme a hug, ya big lug."

You return the hug, chucking.

"All right, Scoots. I'll see you around."

She gets off of you, nodding.

After flashing another bright smile, she starts trotting.

"Yeah, see ya 'round!"

She trots right out the door, and you follow close behind.

You stop and watch as she trots down the sidewalk.

And, once she's a safe enough distance away, you start to follow her.

You need to see what's up.

The sun is set, and the streetlights are on.

Tracking Scootaloo in the mostly-empty streets at this time of night isn’t particularly easy, but it’s possible.

You follow her as she trots down the streets.

And, it’s quite a trot.

You’re going all the way across town, it seems.

After what seems like an eternity, you see Scoots look forward in interest at a large, white brick wall.

About 8 feet tall, it seems.

Scootaloo’s pace slows a bit, and yours does as well so as to not catch up with her.

You watch closely as Scootaloo trots on the sidewalk, along the wall white brick wall.

It stands out, no doubt.

Must be surrounding some park, or some campground, you imagine.

Eventually, you see Scootaloo come across a gate.

”Bellevue”, it’s labeled, on a large, metal arch bending over the metal gate.

The dull architecture gives off a sort of gothic feel.

The spiked posts on the fence, the décor on the metal arch

This must be some old camp.

Maybe some old walled condo complex or something.

Either way, you’ve never really seen anything like this before.

Scootaloo walks up to the gate, and tugs.

It’s locked.

She grumbles, and after a moment of contemplation, she leaps up.

The daring little filly starts climbing the fence!

You watch, making sure she doesn’t get hurt.

And, thankfuklly, she doesn’t.

She makes it over the fence, and you hear her land with a pomf.

No screams?

No groans?

Good, it was a safe landing.

You walk up to the gate yourself, curious.

You look it over.

“Bellevue…” you mutter.

You swear you’ve heard that name before.

Must’ve been in a movie or something.

And, with your knowledge of roots, it probably means ‘beautiful view’ in some romantic language.

With a shrug and without a clue, you decide to follow Scoots.

Even though you can hardly see a damned thing past the fence, you still climb.

No sunlight shines, and no streetlight shines beyond the wall.

Going to have to watch your landing.

With a grunt, you grab a bar and heave.

And, with a few more steps, grips, and grunts, you make your way to the top of the fence.

You straddle the brick wall for a moment, and look straight down.

You don’t see anything you can land on.

With that, you slide over and jump.

You land with a thud.

It was a rather high fall, and your feet hurt, but nothing ridiculous.

You shifted your weight to your knees as you landed to reduce the impact.

There’s something to your right.

You look, and…

It’s a rock.

A big ass rock.

Whoo, lucky you missed that one.

That thing probably would have hurt if you landed on it.

It Looks like it’s—

That isn’t a rock.

Immediately, you squint, and bring your face closer to the stone.

You can make out…

Engravings.

Words, even.

"Here lies: Astra L Bolt”

”965 NM – 3 LR”

"Once a flier, always a flier.”