Velvet's Princess

That evening saw Cadance once again lurking the kitchen of Twilight Velvet's home. Despite her fears, she hadn't been assaulted at the door by the sight of her employers in some sort of bizarre combo-fetish party costume. The image had been rather vivid in her mind for most of the day. She could still hear the imagined squeak of rubber stretched tight across surprisingly firm flesh...

She put down her tea and turned briefly to sniff the air. Nothing greeted her but the pleasant scent of lavender and rose from her mane and tail, despite the visions still rolicking through her mind. The events of the day had been more embarrassing than she would care to admit. Once she'd reached the palace she'd had to plan her route very carefully to avoid the guards and her aunt. The shower had seen more use than the entire week prior.

It had been awfully warm in there...

Cadance closed her eyes and thought about ice for a while, then picked up her tea for another sip.

She was alone now, free to let her thoughts wander without distractions. Shining was at his cadets camp, likely fast asleep after a long session of marching up and down the square. That had left young Twilight Sparkle, but a filly could only distract for so long, and now she was fast asleep and tucked up in bed.

No, Cadance was stuck by herself, with only her tea... and the repeating image of a perky pair of buttocks, wrapped in a taut black skin of shimmering vinyl, swinging back and forth in front of her face.

She thought about the arctic. At night.

Salacious, that's what she'd said earlier, but as far as Cadance had been concerned the most salacious thing Twilight and Night Light could get up to was maybe some lingerie and a box of chocolates, and even that was pushing things. The idea of Shining's parents actually doing anything more adventurous... the idea of them even having sex had somehow been driven from Cadance's mind. They weren't like other ponies; they were parents. They didn't have sex. They just cuddled and occasionally argued, and somewhere along the line a foal came into the picture and grew up into a princess.

Her tea was empty. Cadance put her cup aside and slid from her seat, heading toward the door. She was halfway up the stairs before she realised that she hadn't even consciously decided what to do when she got to the top. Probably look in on Twilight Sparkle.

That seemed right, she thought, as she walked right past Twilight's door without even stopping. Her hoof was touching the handle to the master bedroom when she stopped to consider – again – what she was doing. What was she doing? Testing a theory? Sneaking about? Just curiosity Twilight Velvet had said, and then probably wiggled around on her zippered butt until she climaxed right there in the kitchen.

Cadance shook her head. That hadn't happened. Although now she almost wished it had...

"This is dumb," she muttered, staring at the door. Her hoof pressed down on the handle until it squeaked. "I should go back downstairs."

The door opened silently onto a near pitch-black room, lit only by the faint light from the corridor. Cadance put a hoof across the threshold, paused, took another step and then froze at near-imperceptible creak of wood against wood in the corridor. Her ears spun wildly, seeking a followup, but the house had returned to silence. She was still alone.

"Maybe make some more tea," she mumbled, moving carefully into the shadows of the room. The door closed under a gentle push of her magic, and then Cadance cast a speck of fire at a lamp on the wall. Just the one. It was enough to see by.

She'd never been in here before. It all seemed very normal; double bed, wardrobes, a writing desk in one corner and a bookcase opposite, stuffed with books until it looked like it might explode. After the surprise earlier she'd begun to expect some sort of bizarre sex dungeon, her imagination taking the one single point of data and extrapolating it to irrational extremes, but it was all just... normal.

Curiosity had yet to be sated, however. Cadance moved to the wardrobes, peeking inside each one for any sign of... well, anything, though she had no idea why she was looking. Nothing presented itself to her eye, though, and after probing a few drawers she found she was quickly running out of places to look.

Her eye fell to the bed, and then to the sheets hanging from it to the floor. It seemed as likely as anywhere else. Cadance crouched down, lifting the edge of the sheets with her magic, and peered under the bed. A pair of brandy-brown chests lurked in the darkness, their lids held fast by clasps and chains. Cadance looked about herself, as if someone might have magically appeared in the room without making a sound, and then gently eased the nearest chest out from beneath the bed and into the light.

At first the locks and chains seemed an insurmountable obstacle to her continued search, but after a moment's examination Cadance realised that the chest wasn't actually locked at all. The clasps were closed, but everything else just hung loose over it.

Cadance bit her lip. Then she carefully nudged each of the clasps open. Then, taking a breath, she slowly lifted the lid.

The first thing she noticed was how neatly arranged the chest's contents were. The second she noticed was how black they were, and how even the dim gaslamp cast sharp streaks of bright light across everything she could see. For a moment Cadance could only stare at the perverse wonders before her, unable to quite comprehend what she was actually looking at, until she nudged with her hoof at something long and rubbery, and it suddenly all fell into focus.

Curiosity... she picked up a thick, smooth-ended dong from the chest, turning it this way and that, and trying not to think too hard about where it surely must have been just a few hours earlier. It seemed clean; she couldn't smell any odour on it at least. Cadance set the dong to one side and reached her magic into the chest again, drawing out a thick, rubber-cased ring. It felt slick in her aura, and difficult to hold aloft. She grasped it with her forehooves and raised it to her face, and shivered as she recognised the icy tingle of a magic suppressor.

That was put aside too, for now, and she reached once more into the chest for what might be the ultimate prize: a carefully folded bundle of vinyl cloth. It began to unfold the moment her magic lifted it, splaying out its slender limbs like some sort of spider uncurling from its nest.

Cadance rose to her hooves, stepping back as the vinyl suit unfurled completely to hang by its shoulders from her magic. She raised it up until the cuffs of its hind legs just barely touched the ground. Light skipped across its slick surface as she turned it slowly around, trying to make sense of the shape. There was the neck, four legs, an odd little tube that she guessed was probably for a tail. A long zip ran the suit's spine to near the croup. Cadance lifted the slender tail tube with another curl of her magic and saw the second zipped opening that had caught her attention before, complete with its oversized tag.

There was a new scent in the air when Cadance next breathed in. She lifted her tail and hoped that the signs of her arousal wouldn't still be hanging around when Twilight and Night Light returned. Maybe she could open a window.

She turned her attention back to the suit, turning it this way and that. The long zip was already unfastened, leaving it invitingly open. It even looked like it might fit – though she suspected Twilight Velvet was a little bigger in her rear. Maybe if she just slipped it onto her legs... Cadance's tail twitched at the thought. She bundled the suit up and stepped her rear legs carefully into the rear of it, working first one hoof and then the other down to the cuff of each leg. The vinyl cloth was firm and a little chill around her coat, gripping and pinching sensuously at her flesh and caressing her limbs all around.

Slowly, carefully, Cadance slid the suit up her back legs, revelling in the spreading sense of compression and tightness around her knees and thighs, until she felt it pressing insistently over her tail. Another loop of magic tugged the length of her tail through the hole at the rear of the suit. She stretched out her legs and pulled at the suit once more, so that her body slid firmly into it.

As she'd expected, it was a little loose around her behind, but not uncomfortably so. Cadance shivered as she turned to examine herself, twisting her head one way and then the other as she tried to catch sight of her rear end. The suit tugged and pulled at her coat with every movement, touching every part of her body from the waist backward and overwhelming her with tiny but potent needles of pleasure.

Her sex was soaked already, filling the room with the pungent aroma of arousal, but she didn't care any more. Cadance slid her forelegs into the rest of the suit and shrugged it up to her shoulders, but then paused just as she caught the zip in her magic. Her wings still stood proud of her body, curling over the suit and preventing it from closing across her back. She stared at them for a moment, wondering if she should leave them out or... a grin rose to her face, accompanied by a tiny ball of heat in the pit of her stomach. Carefully, Cadance slid first one wing beneath the edge of the suit and then the other.

With her wings snug against her sides, Cadance turned her attention again to the zip. It fought a little as she slid it along her back, but it seemed Twilight Velvet was a little wider about the belly as well as her backside and after a little wiggling, Cadance had the suit completely zipped up. Right away her wings strained against their new confines, drawing the suit tighter around her stomach and across her chest. She let out a brief, but pleasured sigh at the feeling.

And then Cadance wasn't entirely sure what to do next. She took a step, moving slowly so she could experience the full sensation of the suit sliding across her coat, but then stopped. Hesitantly she turned around, looking at the room and its normalcy, and then at the bed. Her stomach tensed at the thoughts that snuck into her mind, of what Twilight Velvet had done in that bed, in this suit, with those toys...

Cadance swallowed and lifted a hoof to the sheets. Her lower body was already warming at the idea she had formed; her wings tried instinctively to flare, stretching the suit tight across her body once again, this time pulling tight between her legs as well. She could feel herself leaking into it, coating it with her essence, but she didn't care now. She'd crossed just about every line there might have been to cross. Climbing up onto her employers' bed while her sex gushed in anticipation and filled the room with its slick scent was neither here nor there.

She rolled onto her back, crushing her wings to her side. They wanted to flare again, to spread out and balance her, but the suit held them firm. The ache she could feel in them was exhilarating. Cadance slid a hoof down her belly, pausing just before her teats and closing her eyes. She tugged at the suit; it pulled tight against her crotch, pressing firm against her labia and teasing out her clit.

A quiet moan escaped her lips. The combination of pressure and confinement had already brought her closer than Cadance had realised. She slid her hoof down further, caressing her teats and inner thigh, and wondered at the strange novelty of the feeling. It was almost like being touched by another pony, even though she knew it was her own hoof.

And then there was the heat. She hadn't noticed how intense it had become, now she was wrapped up in her artificial cocoon. Moist warmth rose from her head and face in a great, invisible cloud, infiltrating sweat into her mane, but the rest of her body was trapped in a skin-tight sauna that drove the heat of her arousal back into her body until it seemed there was only one escape.

Muffing the cry that poured from her, Cadance plunged her hoof to her pussy, rolling it across her clit like a ball over a polished floor. The vinyl slid beneath her, transforming her franting masturbation into an all-encompassing motion that pulled at her teats, her anus and buttocks, even her tail. Just a few shivery hooks of her hoof was all it took for her to climax. As the first crashing wave of pleasure washed over her body, Cadance pushed her free hoof against her mouth, but it wasn't enough to entirely silence her ecstatic cries. She bit on it until her frog hurt, breathing hard as her body crushed in on itself in aching waves, waiting for the discovery that was surely inevitable now.

The house, though, remained silent. No hoofsteps echoed in the corridor beyond. She heard no sleepy cries for attention or curious questions. Just the gentle creak of a beam settling somewhere in the roof.

Cadance closed her eyes and let out a long, slow breath. She rolled to her side, breathing deeply, trapped in a pool of post-orgasmic heat. Every movement sent another increasingly gentle wave of pleasure through her, until she was sure she would orgasm again from just the slightest touch.

How long she lay there, Cadance wasn't sure, but eventually she realised she would have to do something or risk discovery. And then a cold, heavy weight sank in her gut; the room stank of her sweat and sex. The suit was covered in her fluids. There was no way she'd be able to hide what she'd done.

Panic gripped her, and more than panic; the rush of adrenaline brought her arousal to the fore in a fresh wave, and each frantic movement as she clambered from the bed set her wings rising and twitching as the fought to be free of their confinement. Her magic seized the zip on her back and pulled it down until it jammed just over her withers.

Cadance yelped and turned on the spot as she struggled with the suit. She tugged at the zip with her magic, but each time she did her wings would rise again, pulling the suit tight and trap the zipper even more firmly than before. With a quiet sob she tried again. Nothing. The zip was stuck.

Teleporting might work, if only she could concentrate long enough to cast the magic. Cadance closed her eyes and tried to centre herself, but the sensations that had so enraptured her before now served only to keep her focused on the here and now, and the persistent stimulation over her entire body.

Then she heard it. The front door, creaking on its hinges as the pair returned home. Cadance's heart thudded against her ribs. She could feel tears pricking at her eyes as her magic tore at the zip and the suit's fabric, but whoever had made it had been highly skilled and it seemed impossible to tear.

Voices called out her name. She didn't answer, but instead turned to the window. If she could get her wings free...

She heard hooves stumping the corridor, passing by Twilight's room, then Shining Armor's, and stopping right outside the door.

"Night Light?" Twilight Velvet's voice felt unnaturally loud, and only Cadance's pounding heart seemed likely to compete with it in the silence.

More hoofsteps. "Yes dear?"

"I just realised I'm parched. Would you be a darling and put the kettle on?"

If Night Light replied, Cadance couldn't hear him, though she heard his hooves thudding away down the stairs. She held her breath, hoping Twilight Velvet would follow, until the door swung slowly inward.

No such luck.

Twilight stood on the threshold, staring at Cadance, her face expressionless. She looked the young princess up and down, then turned to the open chest and the few toys scattered on the floor. Then she looked at the bed, before turning back to Cadance and shaking her head.

"Curiosity," she said, stepping forward. The door closed behind her and locked itself with a quiet click.

"I'm—"

"Terrified," Twilight Velvet concluded. Her eyes had an intensity to them that Cadance hadn't seen before. "Mortified. And from the look of things more aroused than you've ever been in your life."

Cadance swallowed and took a deep breath. The heat boiling inside her was difficult to deny. She gave Twilight Velvet a single, short nod and then looked away, blushing furiously.

Twilight Velvet smirked and moved up to Cadance's side. "I did warn you. Easy to slip on, impossible to get out of..."

She leaned over Cadance's back, smiling briefly at the sight of Cadance's wings straining beneath the suit. Then she put her hoof on the back of Cadance's head and pressed down. "Lean your head forward, dear. It'll release the strain on the fastening."

"Oh, um—"

"No talking," Twilight Velvet insisted, before grasping the zip with her teeth. She pulled gently at it, lifting it away from Cadance's neck. The zip slid slowly along her spine, releasing the suit's grip on Cadance's barrel, and letting her wings rise away from her body for what felt like the first time in eternity.

Cadance let out a relieved sigh as her wings rose into a flare and cool air slide between her coat and the suit. She breathed deeply, relishing the relief, while Twilight Velvet worked the suit away from her hindquarters with gentle, but persistent tugs. The vinyl slid away slickly, sticky with her sweat and other bodily fluids, seeming almost to refuse to part from Cadance's flesh.

"Oh my goodness, honey, you enjoyed yourself in this for sure," said Twilight Velvet. Cadance couldn't quite look her in the face.

"I'm sorry. It..."

"It's fine, dear. You're young and curious." Twilight Velvet smiled and patted Cadance on her rear. "You should probably hop into the shower while Night Light is still busy. I'll clean up in here."

Cadance swallowed again, nodding jerkily as she hustled toward the door. Just as she reached the threshold she heard Twilight Velvet clearing her throat, and paused to look back. The elder mare was still holding the suit, smiling in a way Cadance had never seen before.

"Of course, there will have to be some sort of repayment for this," she said, raising an eyebrow.

"I... I could draw on my allowance—"

"Oh no, honey, no, you and I both know that won't be acceptable." Twilight Velvet's smile disappeared. "You've enjoyed yourself at my expense. I think it's only fair that I return the favour, don't you? And since you don't have any little secret stashes I can rummage through..."

She sidled toward Cadance, the suit gripped in her magic and trailing across the floor. Twilight Velvet leaned close to Cadance's side again and took a deep, lingering breath through her nose.

"I saw your wings inside that suit. I saw the way you were squirming at the thought of being caught," she said, eyes narrowing. That intense look was back, joined by just the hint of a smile. "The way you were soaking yourself at the idea of me standing here, watching you try to escape. The only way you could have trapped yourself more was with that inhibitor," she continued, nodding toward the thick, rubbery ring on the floor. "I think you secretly wanted me to find you here, hoofing yourself off in my bed like a little slut. How close were you to putting it on, I wonder?"

"Mrs Velvet, I—"

"Oh don't try to deny it," Twilight Velvet murmured. "You caught a taste of it, you wanted more. You wanted it so bad you creamed yourself in my kitchen at the sight of me wearing this thing. You wanted it so bad you came here..."

Velvet quirked an eyebrow toward the bed and snorted a half laugh.

"So to speak," she finished.

Cadance bit her lip. She found she was staring at the inhibitor, and wondered for a moment just what it would be like... her eyes snapped away to look at something else, anything other than the toys. Instead they found Velvet, staring intently at her.

"W-What do you want me to say?"

"Oh, you don't have to say anything," Twilight Velvet replied. She held up the suit. "Except that you'll be at the front door a week from now, willing to do whatever I say."

"And if I don't?"

Twilight Velvet smiled and shook her head.

"If you don't, then we'll never talk about it again. I'll clean this thing out, you'll go back to fucking Shining Armor and pretending we don't know. It'll be like none of this ever happened." She held up the suit, smiling, and took a deep breath from inside it. "But you will, and you know exactly why as well.

"I think I'll wear this tonight," Twilight Velvet continued, ignoring Cadance's wordless protests. "See what it's like to have another mare's scent on me. I wonder if Night Light will notice..."

She turned away, leaving Cadance alone in the doorway. for a moment the young alicorn watched Twilight Velvet wandering around with the suit, but then she heard the stomp of hooves on the floor below, and remembered the state she was in. Still blushing, Cadance scampered into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

One week, Velvet had said. Cadance shivered as she reached for the shower controls. Would the mare hold to her promise to never speak of it if she failed to show up? And if Cadance did show up, would Twilight Velvet really carry through with whatever scheme she had in mind?

As hot water sluiced across her back, Cadance wondered if she really had any choice at all.