Life's Left Hook

"You might want to either cover up or pull out. The blinds are open, and I have a crystal-clear view of that creampie you've already baked."

She gave absolutely no fucks. But, after chuckling inside your head, you slide out of Octavia and slide her off of your chest.

She moans in her sleep, but she doesn't wake.

You wipe off your wet shaft on the fur of her crotch, and cover the both of you up with a blanket.

Cadance was just about done wiping up the mess with a rag.

"Don't hog all of the blankets. I still have to hop into bed with you. I hope you didn't waste all of your energy on her."

You look at her and shake your head. As hot as it would be, you were wasted from your last session.

"Sorry, Candy, I'm too tired, and I think I've been sucked dry. I can't—"

"Well that's too bad. You're going to have to deal with me anyway."

You're not sure, but you think this is what they call rape.

"Look, Candy, I'm out of the loop. I'm not going to be able to do much, and–"

"Who said you had to do anything, sweetheart?"

You blink.

"...I'm sorry, what?"

Cadance looks at you and deadpans.

"I have needs, Anonymous. And I'm willing to get them one way or another. If I have to tie you down to the bed and fuck your brains out, then so be it. I'm hoping you'll be a little more cooperative than that, however."

This was starting to get a little scary, really...

But you could feel John waking up for a midnight snack, and Ping and Pong were already starting to ache.

"What're you saying?"

She facehooves, throwing the drenched washcloth in the corner.

"I'm -saying- that all you have to do is lie on your back and let me ride you like a three-wheeled chariot. Does that sound like a deal?"

The seriousness in her voice was actually starting to chill you a bit.

She stared at you with those light green eyes, an expressionless look on her face.

"...Well?"

"...Uh... I... I think we can... Work something out..."

You gulp.

"...But, uh... What about Octavia?"

"Shove her to the side, or let's go to the couch. I could care less."

Reluctantly, you start to slide out of bed, and you start making your way to the couch.

"...Uhm... O-Okay..."

You sit down on the couch, looking at Cadance.

She soon follows, an evil smile on her face.

"Lie on your back," she says, coming closer.

You were honestly scared, and you complied without a second thought.

You rested your head on a pillow, staring at Cadance.

Those green eyes...

They weren't green befo—

You think you just shit your pants a little.

Metaphorically.

Cadance would gut you if you actually shit yourself.

Green eyes...

The need for love...

So demanding...

It all added up.

This is bad, This is really bad.

Your heart is racing, and your mind is running a mile a minute.

Do you give in?

What else can you do?

Is there any way you can—

Your thought train freezes as you find Cadance standing over you, staring down at you.

"C-Cadance?"

She puts her hoof on your mouth, looking down at your groin.

"Shut up."

A moment later, she slides down to grab ahold of your floppy member.

"Need some encouragement, do you?"

She almost looks pissed as she reaches down to lick it, cleaning it off from your last session.

She takes care of any leftover marejuice or manjuice left, and then looks up at you.

Your shaft started to take notice, and it was slowly growing, as much as you wanted it not to.

She spits it out and grabs it in her hoof.

"Damn it to the stars, Anonymous, I'm not going to let you take that mare and ride her like a roller coaster just to leave me up to dry."

She starts rubbing your cock, wet with spit.

"You're going to let me take you, and you're going to like it if it kills you. Which it might, if you're not cooperative."

As much as you don't want to believe it, you're solid down south, and Cadance stands up on top of you.

She looks down at you with those emerald eyes, a sinister grin on her face as she lowers her hips.

She sits on your length, and starts sliding back in forth, her petals gliding across your wet dick.

"Little plothole... I bet you were going to tell me to get the hell out so you and your marefried could have sexy fun time together while I was gone!"

She picks up the pace, and starts glossing your dick with her juices

"You little cunt. I don't care — I'm going to get my fill, even if I have to strangle it out of you like the little maggot you are."

Holy shit, she was angry, and she was scaring you.

You were breathing heavily by now, and your dick was starting to hurt from all of the strain.

"Well?! Do you like it?! Do you like doing this to me?! Treating me like this?!"

You turn your head and cover your ears in pain.

She was yelling very loud, almost using the Royal Canterlot voice.

Next thing you know, you get a hard smack across the face.

You let out a yelp and reel in pain, grabbing your jaw.

Holy shit, she could hit hard.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, worm!"

You look up at her, fear on your face as she glares down at you with those glowing emerald eyes.

She slides forward and sinks back, your tip sliding inside of her folds.

"Tell me you like it!"

If looks could kill, you would be in the morgue by now.

Your brain locks up, and as she raises a hoof, you try to stutter out a sentence before she smacks you.

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

*SMACK!*

Right across the cheek, you feel a stinging pain.

She starts sliding up and down, wasting no time to hit the hilt and come back up

"You little shit! You love treating me this way, don't you?! Treating me like dirt? Like I'm some sort of stupid animal?!"

*PAMF*

She gives you the back hoof, and now both of your cheeks were stinging.

She was sliding up and down your shaft quickly, and your dick couldn't handle the transition without hurting worse than the smacks on your face.

"How do YOU like it, huh?! Getting abused? Taken advantage of?"

She reaches down and grabs your neck, picking up speed.

She squeezes. Hard.

Before you know it, you're wheezing, and you can't breathe.

You can't get a single gasp of air in. Not one.

You feel blood rushing to your face as she chokes you, slamming her hips against yours.

As you desperately wheeze for air, you look up at the roof.

You can feel something building up inside, but you're not sure if it's your dick getting ready to explode or your lungs getting ready to collapse.

Cadance is screaming at you, but by now, it's all a blur.

You have no oxygen, and you're getting more and more disoriented by the second.

Your vision starts to blur, and your head tilts to the side.

With every thrust, you bounce, and your head is pushed against the arm rest of the couch.

Suddenly, you feel a rush, and in the haze you're in, you don't know what it is.

But you feel absolutely euphoric.

You don't see or feel anything but this absolute, divine pleasure as the world seems to fade from existence.

As the feeling overtakes you, you hear Cadance let out a scream in the background, and only a moment later, she lets go of your neck and plops down on top of you.

You gasp for air, and open your eyes wide.

Breathing heavily, you look around, and try to recollect yourself.

You drift out of the haze, and start to put the pieces together.

You look at Cadance, who is breathing heavily on top of you.

You look down at your crotch, and see some white goo oozing from her pastures.

Before you can say anything, Cadance raises her head and looks at you with those innocent purple eyes.

"...Anon?"

"ohno"

You feel the bruises already forming on your cheek, and Cadance lifts her chest off of yours.

"ohno ohno ohnn"

She looks at you with worried eyes, and after a glance down and around the room she looks back at you.

"sweetcelestiaanonymousimsosorryiforgottowarnyou–"

Next thing you know, she's hugging you.

Tightly.

She still hasn't pulled off yet, but that doesn't seem to be the biggest thing on her mind.

You're afraid she's going to choke you again, but those fears are vanished once you hear Cadance start talking again

"ohnoo anonymousicantbelievewhatijustdidimsosorryareyouokay?!"

She pulls her head back to look at you, tears in her eyes as she notices the bruises on your face and neck.

A look of absolute mortification comes onto her face as she sees what she's done

She pulls you into another tight hug, and starts sobbing wildly, choking out loud, garbled, and rapid words.

"BYTHEMOONANONYMOUSIMSOSORRYICANTBELIEVEIWOULDHURTYOUPLEASEFORGIVEME"

You just look up at the roof, absolutely taken aback by what's happening.

"Holy fucking shit," you mutter, as you think about what's happening.

You pat Cadance on the back as she lips off words faster than a German Blitzkrieg, crying onto your shoulder.

After a moment, you decide to speak up

"THATHASNTHAPPENEDFORAGESANDIDIDNTKNOWIF–"

"Cadance!" you yell, cutting her off.

She pulls her head back and sniffles, looking at you.

Her eyes were violet again, and that green seemed to have faded into Oblivion.

"Cadance? Jutht thlow down... Jutht... thpeak thlowly... Exthlain to me what the -hell- jutht happened," you say with a fat lip.

Cadance was still crying, and she could barely contain herself.

"I-I-Anonymous! I can't! I can't believe iiit!"

She sniffles, and huffs a few times before continuing.

You think she's started hyperventilating by the way she's huffing and puffing.

"I-I-... I have th-this... Problem... J-Jealousy, and envy— it— it–BWAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAA!"

She closes her eyes, and starts outright bawling, collapsing into your shoulder.

Your shoulder was more wet than your crotch from all of her tears.

You pat her on the back, trying to get her to calm down.

To think, just a minute ago, the mare crying on your shoulder was knocking the shit out of you.

"Cadanth... Pleath, hun, calm down," you say, gently petting her back."

"I-It's all my fault! I'm—I'm a terrible pony! I'm so sorryyyyy!"

She keeps crying, and you try to put two-and-two-and-two-and-two together as she cries.

This must be some kind of disorder, you figure.

After a couple minutes of constant crying, Cadance pulls back, and starts speaking in a quieter voice.

"I'm so, -so- sorry, Anonymous... I never wanted to hurt you," she says, looking at you with tear-glazed eyes. "It's... It's a problem, I've... I've had... *Sniff*... "I... I see things, sexual things, and I... I get jealous, and... And my eyes... My eyes glow... And I don't think straight, and I go crazy and—and—"

"Shh," you say, putting a finger to her mouth to get her to calm down. "I think I underthtand."

She wipes her eyes, and gets off of you, your dick sliding out and flopping to the side like a wet noodle.

"I can never apologise enough, Anonymous," she says, still trying to dry her eyes.

You stand up as well, wiping off your crotch on one of the pillows on the couch.

"Justh, Cadanth, I'm thorry, I... I'll try to watch—"

"Don't be sorry! You're not the one that got..."

The realization hits her again, and she hangs her head.

"R-Raped..."

She looks down at the ground, and you think she's going to start bawling again.

Before that happens, however, you decide to intervene.

You grab Cadance from under her forelegs and lift her up like Simba.

Your temptation to sing "HEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASIAYAHMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" is, fortunately, extinguished.

Instead, you offer her a smile, and boop her nose with your own.

"Jutht... Calm down, Cadanth. It'th going to be fine, now, let'th get thome thleep. We need it."

She merely nods, a slight smile on her face.

You carry her and plop her down on the bed.

You flop down in between her and Octavia, who is, amazingly, still asleep.

"Anonymous?"

"Hmm?"

You turn your head to face Cadance.

She reaches forward and gives you a peck on the lips.

"Th-Thank you. And I'm so sorry."

You smile at her, and nod.

"Good night, Cadanth."

"G-Good night..."

And, with that, you rest your head back and close your eyes.

Some idle thoughts pass, as you start to drift.

Did you really have an orgasm that amazing when you were being raped?

You've heard of erotic asphyxiation, but you didn't know it was like...

That.

That, and... Was Cadance really Cadance?

There was still a doubt in your mind...

It could be Chrysalis, the one you heard about...

But her story seemed very sincere, and oddly convincing...

A bit of a scary thought, but a thought, nonetheless.

Your thoughts slowly start to fade, and before you pass out, you turn your head.

The last sight you see before falling into a slumber is Octavia, with her messy mane and her glazed crotch.

As ridiculous as some of it was...

Tonight was a good night.

You fall asleep, a wide smile on your face.