Life's Left Hook

After dinner, you put your food in to-go boxes and head out for the hotel.

'L'Parfait', to be exact.

Some fancy Prench hotel with big rooms, according to Octavia.

You make your way through the city streets, eventually winding up at the hotel and finding your way to your room.

Upon arrival, Octavia drops all of her stuff and piles it up in the corner.

Cadance sets the cello down gently, propped up against the wall.

"Here we are," Octavia says, looking at you and Cadance. "This is a great hotel, trust me. I've been here before, and the service is -excellent-. Well, the only downside is the lack of shower curtains, but, still, it's hardly noteworthy with the way they treat you."

"Make yourselves comfortable. Sit down or lie down, listen to some music. Whatever fits your fancy."

She turns to you.

"Anonymous, I won't have you sleeping on the couch tonight like a dog. Feel free to hop in bed with me."

She smiles lightly, and turns around.

"Oh, don't worry, Octavia," Cadance says.

Octavia does a 180 and looks at Cadance as she continues.

"Anonymous can sleep with me. No need to have you have to share a bed, with all of the things you need to be doing."

"Oh, it's... Quite all right," she says, a bit insistent. "Royalty shouldn't have to share bed in a hotel room."

"I'd like to consider myself a citizen, as of now, thank you very much. Being 'royal' of the time gets fairly tedious, after a while."

Octavia shakes her head. "No matter. I still won't have you sharing a bed."

"I won't have -you- sharing a bed -either-," Cadance says.

This is escalating fairly quickly...

As if there was a fire alarm, both of the girls stop yelling at each other.

And they both turn to you.

"Well?! Who do you want to sleep with?!"

Suddenly, you feel the heavy, heavy weight of the gazes of a princess and a cellist hindering your thoughts.

"Uh... Uuuuhm..."

It's never that easy.

You have an absolute master to your right, and a mare that loves you to your left.

"Uh... Why not both?"

There's an awkward silence.

Both of the mares immediately lose their angry expressions, glance at each other, and look at you in bewilderment.

"I'm sorry?"

"I beg your pardon!?"

"Uh, why can't we just scoot the beds together and just have one big bed? And all of us sleep in it?"

They both look down at the ground, considering your proposition.

"That way, none of us get the short stick, and we all have plenty of room?"

"Fine by me."

"That's swell."

They both nod in agreement.

Octavia leans over to whisper to Cadance in a raspy voice.

You can't make it out, however.

Cadance responds, even more harshly.

Even though you can't understand either of them, you can tell they're fighting as you set the beds in place.

Mares...

You get the beds put together after a bit of work.

Cadance and Octavia are still arguing with whispers.

You still have no idea what they're saying. Nor do you want to know.

You just sigh, kick back, turn some music on, and relax on the bed.

You take a deep breath, put your hands behind your head, and relax.

This day's had its ups and downs, and you're glad to be able to kick back, if even for a few minutes.

You wait patiently for Cadance and Octavia to stop their bickering.

Eventually, the noise from the other side of the room stops, and Cadance trots into the shower.

You hear the faucet roar to life, and Octavia comes and plops down on the bed beside you.

You pat the top of her head and smile

"Tired?" you ask.

"Just a little... I think it was lunch that got to me," she says, making her way towards the middle of the bed.

You scoot back and sit beside her, idly petting her mane.

"Makes sense. You weren't kidding when you said they had the best food in Canterlot..."

"Thank you, Anonymous. I know our tastes are... Different, to say the least, but... A good meal is a good meal."

She closes her eyes, and starts wriggling under the covers.

"Sorry about what... Happened," you say.

"Hmm. You know, Anonymous, I didn't know you would pull a stunt like that."

You freeze.

"Huh? What? I can't help it, the thing has a mind of its—"

"Don't deem me a fool, Anonymous. I know well what that glitter was."

She opens an eye, and you see a light glare.

You slink your head in shame.

"Might I ask for an explanation?"

You sigh.

She had you by the balls.

"I guess... Oh, it just... Happened, I guess. Her horn was there, the music was beautiful, and it set the mood real well..."

"Which piece was it?"

"Uhm..."

Might as well make her feel a little better about this.

"The second one, I believe."

"Mmm. So I suppose part of it is my fault, then?"

You shake your head.

"No, it was just my dumb mistake. I shouldn't have done it. I risked so much, and, I..."

You look at Octavia.

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.

She opens her eyes.

"I'm... Well, I'm not going to lie, it does sting a bit..."

Your heart gains 20 pounds in your chest.

"But, after the chat Cadance and I had in the train car, I can understand why she would be so... Willing, to do such a thing."

You raise an eyebrow.

"What'd you say?"

"She told me about Shining, and his endeavors with some other mare he talks to frequently. I'd imagine the princess of love wouldn't appreciate such acts."

You sigh.

"Yeah, she told me too... It's sad to see that happen to her."

There's a short pause.

"I hope you can forgive me, Octavia."

".I... I do. I shouldn't be reacting as badly as I am anyhow."

Besides, you had plans with her before you had any with me..."

Ouch.

You lie back, and look Octavia in the eyes.

"Please, don't beat yourself up."

"I'm not. I'm just being blunt."

"Yes, you're being blunt. So blunt that you're beating yourself up with how blunt you are."

"I'd rather have my point be blunt than sharp."

" 'Tavi?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Anonymous. I understand. I've had my fair share of mistakes as well."

"Really?"

"Yes, actually, I have. Do you take me fore a bland mare?"

You shake your head.

"No, not at all. Just not one that would do that."

She chuckles, smiling.

"What if I told you..."

She motions for you to lean in closer.

You do, tilting your ear towards her.

"...Aloe and Lotus."

You blink.

You don't know them personally since you never go to the spa, but they were what you would consider very good looking.

"Holy shit, what?"

She nods, a sly smile on her face.

"One night at the spa. They offered to take me in the back and 'treat' me..."

She chuckles. "That was a good day. I still go back there now and again, too."

"Sadly, I haven't had much experience with, males."

You're still taking the fact in that Octavia actually got laid.

You chuckle a bit, and respond.

"Well, to be fair, there aren't nearly as many stallions in Equestria as there should be. I suppose that's a reason I turned to you."

She smiles, grabbing your hand.

You return the smile, grabbing her hoof.

"I'm glad."

Those two words were enough, and Octavia pulls you into a tight hug.

"Thank you so much for coming, Anonymous... I can't thank you enough..."

You smile, wrapping an arm around her.

"I'm glad I came."

A moment later, you hear the showerhead turn off, and you hear the ruffling of a towel in the bathroom.

Cadance comes trotting out, her freshly dried fur puffing up like a pile of cotton balls.

You and Tavi both stifle a chuckle.

She makes her way to the bed, plopping down on your other side without another word.

You and Tavi, however, are still giggling like idiots at her appearance.

"Quiet!"

Her outburst only makes things funnier, and you're both struggling to control yourselves.

She glares at you both again.

It's incredibly hard to take her seriously when she looks like Fluffle Puff...

"Hmmph! Fine! I'll just—Ignore you!"

She turns around with another hmmph of protest, lying down facing away from you.

You and Tavi burst out laughing.

She crosses her forelegs, and snorts.

After a minute, the laughter dies down.

Tavi decides to try and make Cadance feel better through her dumb grin.

"Pff... Cadance, we're merely teasing."

"Anon would know a lot about -that-."

After a beat, Octavia looks at you, and then back at Cadance.

"So I've heard..."

You think you just heard Cadance shit a brick.

She immediately turns around, glaring at Octavia.

"You—You know?!"

"He only had your magiculate on his shirt. It doesn't take a rocket scientist or a brain surgeon to put the dots together."

You sink back into the mattress as the two fight again.

"But you were so clueless in the restaurant! Anon, did you—"

"No, he didn't," she interrupts. "I just wanted to put on a facade of sorts."

"And pick on poor Anonymous..."

She grunts.

"I'm—I'm going to be right back."

She stands up off of the bed and walks off.

"I'll be back in, some time soon. Once I've had enough to drinks to calm down."

Before you know it, the door slams shut.

You turn to Octavia.

"Hmm. So, Anonymous. Mind showing me a thing or two about teasing?"

Octavia stands on all fours over you.

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

"We're going to have to slow down quiiite a bit, if teasing is what you're after."

She looks down at you, her eyes half lidded.

"What do you propose?"

"Roll onto your back."

After a moment, she does so, lying on her back beside you.

You hop of of the bed, and drag her plot to the edge of the bed.

Her hind legs splay apart, revealing a warm pair of lips, ready to be teased.

"Not yet... We need to get ready, first."

She whimpers a bit, and you walk up to her.

You go down on your knees, your face right in front of her marehood.

As tempting as it is to dive in, you had a lesson to teach.

You reach up with your hands, sliding them just under her forelegs.

You slowly glide them down her side, feeling her warm body under her soft fur.

They come down and gently grasp her soft plot, and she quietly whimpers.

She looks down at you with those big, purple eyes.

They were so sweet, so full of love...

You drag your hands along, caressing her inner thighs and lower belly.

She bites her lip as you go, and flops her head back onto the pillow.

Slowly, you move your right hand up her thigh, and up to her petals.

You gently glide your hand over them, juices getting your hand wet.

After lathering two of your fingers, you slide them inside.

She reaches up to cover her mouth, and bites her lip.

Slowly, you start to pull back, feeling the juices between your fingers.

You take them out for a moment, bringing them up to your mouth and licking them.

The taste was bitter, but oddly and primitively satisfying.

You slide them back in, Octavia covering her mouth with a blush on her cheeks.

You pick up the pace, sliding back and forth, and holding your face close to breathe in the smell.

You let out a hot breath, ticking Octavia. She shudders in your hands.

After another minute of sliding your fingers along her walls, you pull out and lick your fingers clean.

Octavia looks down at you again as you pull back.

"Is... Is that all..?"

You shake your head.

"We're just getting started, sweetheart..."

You reach forward and firmly grab her warm cheeks.

She giggles naughtily, and you bring your head in between her legs again.

You stay there for a moment, eyes looking up at Octavia's.

After a short pause, she looks down at you with some concern, as if she isn't sure if you're going to continue.

It's clear she's anxious.

You wait another second or two, and then you slowly move forward.

You stick your tongue out and press it against the edge of her rim, ever so slowly gliding up to her clit.

Your tongue glides along and in between the folds as it moves up, lapping up the juices on the surface.

You finish your first lick, and lick your lips in satisfaction.

Her breathing has become erratic, and she looks like she's about to melt.

"K-Keep going... Please..."

You do so, slowly gliding your tongue up and down her nethers.

Not hard enough to dive inside, and not fast enough to stimulate too much.

You were torturing her, and you knew it.

And she absolutely loved it.

After one last lap, you slink your head down and stick your lips against her crotch.

Your tongue slides out like an eel, slithering around inside of her private grounds.

You slide it against her walls, breathing in her hot musk.

She starts breathing a little heavier, and reaches down to place a hoof on your head.

You keep going, faster and faster, more aggressive with your tongue as time passes.

In return, Octavia makes more and more moans, biting her lips and pushing your head into her snatch.

You think you loved it just as much as she did...

Soon, you couldn't push any deeper, and you couldn't lick any faster.

"M-More... More!" she demands, pressing against your head.

After a moment, you need to breathe.

You pull back and gasp for air, wiping her juices off of your face.

You look up at her, and she looks down at you.

Her face is redder than you could have ever imagined.

"A-Anon..."

"Are you ready?" you ask, unbuttoning your pants.

"I... I don't know... Is it...?"

You drop your pants and your boxers, and throw them to the side.

Your dick hangs proudly in the air as you take your shirt off.

"It... It is..."

"It's what?"

"It's really big..."

She shuffles around a bit uncomfortably as you approach her.

"Will... Will it hurt?"

"I'll go slow, hun. It won't hurt, I promise."

She nods. "O-Okay... Please, be gentle..."

You ready yourself, standing in front of her and positioning your waist as you grab her haunches.

You press your tip against her lips, looking at her in the eyes.

Slowly, you sink in, and Octavia gasps in pleasure.

She whimpers loudly as you slide in to the hilt, wiggling around inside.

"Does it hurt?"

Oohohohohh, Anon, it... Oooooh..."

Her head rolls to the side, lost in a puddle of ectasy.

You keep going, sliding out of her.

Once you pop out, you see juices drop off of your shaft as Octavia whimpers again.

You aren't going to need lube for this one...

You gently prod your way back in, and start pumping at a slow pace.

She moans with every thrust, biting on her hoof to try and contain her noises.

Her mane is in a mess, and the prim and proper mare you talked to earlier was gone.

All that was left was this lustful, timid mare.

The thought of that drives you, and you thrust faster and with more force.

Octavia keeps moaning, steadily getting louder and louder as you go.

You take your hands off of her ass and reach down, grabbing her shoulders and hoisting her up.

You keep thrusting as you carry her in your arms, sure not to slow pace.

Octavia wraps her forelegs around your neck and starts kissing you, moaning into your mouth as your tongues wrestle.

Your lips lock and suckle at each other while your hips pound and slap together, getting louder and louder as time passes.

You feel something welling up inside of you, and you know you can't take this much longer.

Octavia pulls back for breath, and after a deep gasp, she holds it again.

The eyes roll into the back of her skull, and she cries out your name in the moonlight.

There's a monsoon being unleashed down at your crotch, and you can feel your hips getting drenched in her fluids.

After she stops screaming and cumming everywhere, you look her in the eyes, grab her head, and pull her into the kiss again.

With a few last violent thrusts, you jam yourself deep inside of her, bottoming out and unleashing your load.

Not a moment later, you both fall on the bed exhausted, Octavia on top of you.

You both try to catch your breath (to no avail), and you look into each other’s eyes.

"A-Anonymous…”

"’Tavi…”

Suddenly, she collapses onto you, resting on your chest.

You’re still inside of her, and your cock is still pumping an pulsing, trying to pump every last white soldier out.

She doesn’t object, and neither do you.

In fact, you think it’s comforting.

She pulls her head back to look at you.

"Anon?”

You breathe a bit more, and look at her.

"Yes?”

”Wh… What was that..?”

You blink.

Evidently she had never had an orgasm before.

“That was magic, hun,” you say, holding her tight.

She rests her head on your shoulder.

”That was amazing…”

“It was…”

You lie there in silence for another few minutes, until finally, you can tell Octavia has passed into a deep, deep sleep.

You’re too lazy to get up and clean the mess you made…

You decide to just say you fell asleep in heaven alongside Octavia if Cadance has any questions.

You could care less what she thinks.

All you care about now is the mare in your arms and on your dick.

Soon, you pass out as well, your arms tight around Octavia.

Some time later, you're woken up by the sound of a troubled mare yelling.

"H-Holy mother of—!"

You move your head from under Octavia's silky smooth mane to look.

It's Cadance, and she's admiring the mess Octavia had made earlier.

She was quite the squirter, and everything on or near the bed was covered in juices.

Cadance was snarling, eyebrows arched in what appeared to be an odd combination of disgust and amazement.

She looks around at the wet dresser, the wet music player, and the absolutely drenched carpet.

She glances at you and Octavia.

"Anon?"

Fuck, she caught you with your eyes open.

Only now do you realize that you haven't pulled out of Octavia, and Cadance had a nice view of everything.

"Mmmgh..." You grunt, showing a bit of disinterest.

"What... What happened?! Did she piss everywhere?"

"Well, does it smell like piss?"

She shakes her head.

"Sweet Celestia, I've heard of squirters, but this is a little ridiculous!"