Life's Left Hook

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

They were playing it so sweetly that you couldn't keep your eyes open.

You rest your head on Cadance's warm shoulder and close your eyes.

She seems to understand and leaves you be, grabbing your hand with her hoof.

Soon enough, you fall asleep, the sweet, sweet music in your ear a melodious lullaby.

Some time later, after frolicing in the flowers in the merry old land of Oz with your two favorite ponies, you hear clapping all around.

As you come to, you realize it wasn't for the fact that you had just found a jar of oil under a lion's ass.

It was because the song was finished, and you immediately jump up and start applauding as well.

Whatever it was, it was beautiful; you could tell by the soothing colors and sounds in your dream.

Or maybe that was Cadance's perfume.

Either way, you had a good time.

The conductor takes his stand again and starts blabbering out more exposition you can't understand, and you turn to Cadance.

"That put you to sleep," she said, snickering.

"What? I can't help it!"

"You're a lot cuter when you're asleep, you know that?"

You blush a little, looking at the floor.

"Uh, thanks..."

She smiles again.

The conductor (who you learned, by reading the program, was a mix of Prench, Chodslovakian, and Bitish) was still blabbering on about some piece in what sounded like a foreign language.

He sounds like he's going to take a while, so you turn to Cadance.

"How much is left?"

"One more song, evidently. You slept through a few."

"Oh, that's—waitwhat"

She shakes her head and chuckles. "You slept for quite some time. I think you might've left a bruise on my shoulder."

Whoops.

After laughing sheepishly, you look up at Cadance.

"Sorry."

"Oooh, I don't mind, hun. As I said, you're cute when you're asleep."

"Oh, and you like to nibble."

Blood rushes to your cheeks.

"I—What?"

"You nibbled. On my shoulder, on my ear' it tickled. It was cute, too."

She giggles innocently. "Got me going a little, too. But I didn't want to wake you up, or make too much noise. We're in a concert, after all."

You let out a huff.

"W-Well, I'll... Uh..."

"Keep that in mind for later?"

She gives you a wink.

"Uh, of course."

She sticks her tongue out you, and suddenly the lights dim.

Your focus turns back to the orchestra, and after a short tuning session, they begin to play.

Cadance lets out a sigh as they play.

You can tell her heart is fluttering at the tune, by the look on her face.

As well as the fact that she's grasping at her chest.

She sits back and relaxes, closing her eyes and listening to the music.

You would probably be doing the same, had thoughts of nibbling been crossing your mind.

How the hell—why the hell did you do that?

You don't remember nibbling anything in the land of Oz...

You shrug it off.

No matter. You've always done weird things in your sleep, like the time you—

Your thoughts are cut off as something pink, purple, and yellow comes into view.

It's Cadance's mane, her head plopping on your shoulder.

Evidently it was her time to relax.

You let her rest, and you bring a hand up to idly pet her as the orchestra plays.

Suddenly, you notice something.

You can't see Octavia anymore, Because there's a big, pointy, pink horn blocking your line of sight.

Your curiosity gets the best of you.

You heard horns were very sensitive, and Twily absolutely freaked the fuck out the time you grabbed hers.

You made some fair assumptions, but you were never quite certain.

Curiosity overpowers your common sense, however.

You reach forward with your arm that isn't wrapped around Cadance, and lightly touch her horn.

She shudders a bit in your arms, and nuzzles into your chest.

God, that's cute.

You reach up again, and gently massage the tip.

She shuffles around a bit, and you can see some red coming to her cheeks.

She lets out a little whimper as well.

You think she's enjoying it, so you keep going.

You start running your fingers up and down along her horn, feeling the grooves and the smoothness.

It's hard and smooth, like ivory, yet it's still and warm.

You keep caressing it, each stoke causing Cadance to sink deeper and deeper into your chest.

Although part of you tells you to speed up, you keep going slowly.

Her breathing has become a bit erratic, and you can tell by her slacked jaw she's in heaven.

"A-Anon..." she mutters, not opening her eyes.

"Shh."

You keep going, slowly and gently stroking her horn.

It keeps getting warmer and warmer, and you decide you need to cool it off a bit.

You tilt her head back and reach forward with your own, licking the tip.

She shudders again, reaching for your now open hand.

You grab it as you start to glide your lips across her horn, feeling her warmth inside of your mouth.

There's no doubt in your mind this is what giving a blowjob is like.

But you don't care.

You keep going, gliding your tongue across her horn like a lollipop.

She bites her lip, and her hoof guides your free hand to her nethers.

You start gently rubbing her lower lips as well, still suckling on her horn.

Eventually, you decide to go deeper.

You slide your mouth down her horn, making it about halfway down before it pokes at the back of your throat.

You manage to resist the gag reflex and pull back out, before sliding back on again.

Cadance is breathing rather heavily now, and is trying to muffle her quiet cries with your arm.

You keep going; thankfully, the music was enough to drown out her moans.

You slide up and down your horn, making sure to lick every last inch you could.

Your fingers work at her crotch as well, covered in her juices.

Before long, you feel Cadance start to tense up.

She opens her mouth and starts panting a bit.

You don’t take your lips off of her horn; you had a feeling you knew what was happening.

Suddenly, she jams her muzzle into your armpit to muffle the loud gasp she couldn’t control.

You feel something spurt from her horn into your mouth.

There’s too much, and you dribble it all over your clothes and her forehead.

It’s sparkly, almost like glitter.

Except it’s gooey, like watery silly putty.

Although the aesthetic appeal isn’t much, it tastes sweet, almost like flavored sugar.

You swallow down what you can, pull your hand away from Cadance’s wet crotch, and look down at her.

She looks up at you with lost eyes, her mind in a haze.

”A-Anon…”

“Shhh!”

After a beat, she closes her eyes, and drifts off to sleep, her head in your lap.

You wipe up what you can, but there’s no getting that pixie-cum out of your suit.

The song comes to a conclusion, the audience applauds, and you wake Cadance up.

"Anonymous," she says, almost glaring at you with tired eyes.

You look at her, a sly smile on your face.

"Someone enjoyed themselves.

She still looks pretty pissed.

"Damnit, Anonymous, I try to bring you to a formal concert, and you... And you just—! Ugh! I can't believe you would just—do something like that! And what's this?! Oh, no... You got it on your suit?!"

She grabs the collar of your jacket.

"Oooohoho, no, no, no..."

You sit there, dumbfounded.

"What? How bad is it?"

"This is terrible, you stupid pervert! I can't let people see this!"

She tears off your jacket and stuffs it under the seat.

Thankfully that 'dress' jacket was just an old sweatshirt of yours.

Ponies didn't know shit about human fashion.

"Don't let anyone see that... And I hope to hell nobody saw -us-..."

"Anon?"

You look at her.

"Uh, uhm... I'm sorry, I just—"

"That took a lot of -guts-, to defile a -princess- in PUBLIC like that."

"Hey, look, it was there, and I—"

"If you ever, -ever- do that again, I swear, I will tie you up to the bed and grab Old 'Nessie."

"Old 'Nessie?"

A mischievous smile slides on her face.

"You don't want to know."

She stands, motioning for you to follow.

"Come. Let's go congratulate Octavia on a spectacular performance."

"I'm pretty sure she isn't the only one that needs a congratulation..."

"Hey—Wh—SHUT IT!"

You both meander down the hallways and staircases, finding your way to the rendezvous point to meet Octavia.

After a few odd looks from others and quite a bit of walking, you find yourself outside, behind the auditorium.

Out the backdoor the instrumentalists come, one after another, each carrying their instruments.

After a few minutes, you see Octavia roll out, her cello balanced on her back.

She offers you both a smile.

"Did you enjoy the concert?"

"It was amazing," Cadance says, lighting up her horn and grabbing her cello.

She's a bit skittish when people take her cello, but she doesn't react much other than a wary look.

"And you, Anonymous?" she says, turning to you.

"That was... Amazing," you say, chuckling. "Never heard anything like it."

"Well, I've been meaning to drag you along for quite some time, Anonymous, but something has always came up. Thankfully, nothing stopped you this time."

You all share a light chuckle, and Octavia starts again.

"I have a hotel room for tonight. There are two beds and a couch, so we can all sleep. But, we can check in whenever we like. Who's up for a bite to eat before we go?"

"...Mmm, I already had a snack, but I'm still hungry."

You smile slyly, and Cadance shoots you a light glare.

"Yes, a meal would be... Good, right now," Cadance says, turning away from you.

With that, Octavia nods. "Excellent. I know a great place on the south end. Follow me."

You toddle around town, looking at the interesting buildings and sights as you walk by.

Canterlot was really a nice city; everything was clean and pristine, and it has this certain... Mood, throughout the town.

Everyone is really pristine and proper.

It reminds you of Victorian England, except not as strict, and a lot more colourful.

It gives you a sense of pride, oddly enough.

You walk with a smile on your face until you reach the restaurant Octavia was talking about.

It's a really fancy place. There was a menu on the outside of the door.

The cheapest item, besides drinks, was 25 bits.

Concerning you got 5 bits an hour working at the rock farm, that was ridiculous.

"Don't worry about the prices, Anonymous," Cadance says as she walks in the door. "It's free. Being royalty has some... Perks."

She giggles and steps inside, and you soon follow.

After getting things in order, sitting down at a booth, and glancing over the menu, you ordered your drinks and an appetizer.

Cadance ordered a tray of oysters to share. Typical.

You all got sweet, friuty, alcoholic drinks. They tasted different, but it was by no means a bad taste.

You couldn't stop drinking.

Cadance and Octavia are idly talking to each other about happenings and such in Canterlot.

Fancy stuff you wouldn’t know about.

Or perhaps not-so fancy stuff you don’t care about.

But suddenly, you hear them stop.

Octavia is looking at you, an eyebrow raised.

You take a sip of your fruit drink, returning her gaze.

"Erm... Anonymous?"

You set your drink down, a bit confused at her tone.

"Uh, yeah?"

"What... What is that? On your shoulder? Is that... Glitter?"

Your face turns into a strawberry.

Cadance looks down at her menu, trying to look disinterested.

"Oh, u-uhm... You mean—"

"That, right there. That, pinkish stuff..."

You try to think of something.

"Oh, that's, uh... From my arts-and-crafts thing I did with the fillies in, uh... Ponyville Elementary a few days ago. Remember?"

She tilts her head. "Are you certain? I don't remember that mark being on your shirt yesterday, much less before the concert, even.

"Speaking of change, where's your suit jacket?"

God fucking damnit she had you on the hot spot.

And you had no idea what to do.

You look everywhere but at Octavia as you make up an excuse on the fly.

"Oh, uh... That! Heheh, actually, funny story — on the way to our seats, we, uh, accidentally bumped into some really snooty mare who had a big bottle of sparkly perfume and it shattered and ripped up my jacket and went all over."

She's taken aback by your rapidfire explanation.

"Hmm, that's... Interesting. A shame you had to dispose of that nice jacket of yours. But, why is your face so red? Our oysters haven't arrived yet..."

You shrug.

"Uh, 'cause it's hot in here?"

You can hear Cadance sigh, and it's clear she just died a little on the inside out of embarrassment.

Octavia shrugs.

"I'm fine, although I suppose that—Wait, I have fur, and you barely have anything on."

"That makes no sense."

You shuffle around a bit.

"Well, actually, the shirt's kinda—"

"Anonymous, are you having... 'Problems'?"

She scoots up a bit and peers down, looking at your crotch.

"Uhh..."

Fuck it, you decide this is better than getting found out.

"Y-Yes, I do, actually..."

She shakes her head.

"We're in public, Anonymous. Please, contain yourself."

You feel a sharp jab of an elbow from your right.

"That's right. We're in -public-, Anonymous," she says darkly. "With -royalty-, at that..."

You sigh. She has you there.

You sit back and wait for your food to come as you sit in shame...

Some time later, your food arrives.

Both Cadance and Octavia got some sort of very fancy salads, as well as some amazing-looking arrangements of fruit.

Thankfully, this restaurant had a section on the menu for gryphons -- you got to eat meat!

A nice whole salmon, as well as some shrimp.

Thankfully, Cadance didn't mind that much.

It bothered Octavia a bit, but she let it go soon enough.

You all start eating, and there's nothing but silence between the three of you.

You're embarrased, Octavia is upset, and Cadance is cringing so hard her intestines could squeeze out at any moment.

You finish your dinner in shame...