Chapters "I just think it's weird."
Princess Cadance rolled over on to a fresh patch of sun-warmed grass and looked down her side at Shining Armor, who was lurking in the shade of a tree. He was staring at a bunch of flowers at his hooves, that Cadance had dropped moments before.
She turned her gaze to a copse on the far side of the park. "What's weird about it?"
"Giving my parents flowers on their anniversary? What isn't weird?" Shining nudged the flowers with his hoof. "If it were any other day..."
"It's their twentieth. I thought it'd be a nice gesture." Cadance rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs briefly at Shining. He blushed and looked away.
"I guess," he said, lifting the flowers with his magic. "But it's still weird."
"Well then it's probably a good thing you won't have to watch," said Cadance. She rolled to her belly and stood up, then turned to retrieve the flowers from Shining Armor's magic before tucking them under her wing. "Which would be the only good thing about you going away."
"Cadie, I told you I can't get out of it this time. If I want a career in the guard then I have to go on these cadet camps." He nuzzled Cadance's cheek. "It'll be over before you know it. Now come on, I'll walk you back to my place but then I have to get going."
"Fine," Cadance sighed. "But you're spending every day after you get back with me, mister, and that's a promise."
Shining Armor rolled his eyes, but laughed anyway as the pair trotted down the path to the park entrance.
It was only a short distance back to his home, short enough that they probably spent more time cuddling and talking at the gate than they did walking, but eventually Shining had to depart. He kissed Cadance on her nose, and she watched him walking away until he had turned a corner at the far end of the street.
The gate squeaked as Cadance entered the garden. She paused briefly at the door, deciding whether to knock, but decided against it. Let it be a surprise. She had a key to the place anyway after so long sitting Twilight Sparkle – not to mention dating Shining Armor – and before long she was trotting the corridor of Twilight Velvet and Night Light's home.
The house was quiet. Strangely so. In only a few short strides she reached the living room door and paused, listening for any unusual sounds. She wasn't really due to look after Twilight until later that evening but there was always the possibility that Twilight's parents had decided to get an early start on their anniversary celebrations. Who knew what they'd be up to?
"Something salacious no doubt," she murmured, smiling at the thought. She cocked her ears, listening for any tell-tale sounds, but there was nothing. It was almost disappointing.
Cadance shrugged and moved on. The living room was empty. Maybe the kitchen? She was almost at the door when she heard a loud thump from the stairs. She turned at the sound.
"Hello?"
"Cadance?" It was Twilight Velvet. She sounded surprised, which was understandable. Hoofsteps thudded across the ceiling and a moment later she popped her head over the railing to smile down at Cadance. "It is you! What are you doing here so early, honey?"
"I just, uh, wanted to wish you and Night Light a happy anniversary," said Cadance. She held up the flowers and grinned. "See?"
"That's so sweet of you! Velvet leaned a little further forward, giving Cadance a view of her clothing. It was—
"Oh, uh, I-I can come back if you're busy," she said, trying to hide her blush at the sight of so much black vinyl in one place. "Sorry..."
Twilight Velvet blinked and looked back at herself. Then she laughed. "Oh honey, I should be sorry, I completely forgot I was wearing this!" She stepped out into Cadance's full view, moving down the stairs with a sensuous ease that Cadance had never seen before. "Night Light isn't home yet. I was going to surprise him, but I can change out of it if it would make you feel more comfortable."
"That's, um, I guess it's okay," Cadance mumbled. She found herself staring at Velvet's vinyl-clad butt and quickly averted her gaze. "I mean I guess I should come back later. I can leave the flowers—"
"Why?"
"Well..." Cadance rubbed the back of her neck. She could feel the first hints of a sweat under her coat. "It's not appropriate. I mean I—and you're wearing—" Cadance swallowed again. "Sorry."
Twilight Velvet smiled again. It was a warm smile, the sort of smile a mother should have, which just made things even more awkward when she raised her hoof to her chin and the skintight vinyl around her shoulders creaked beneath the strain.
"Oh honey, you don't need to be sorry," Twilight Velvet said. She touched Cadance's shoulder. "Though I'm a little surprised seeing you of all ponies acting like this."
Cadance frowned, awkwardness momentarily forgotten. "Surprised?"
"A pony so attuned to the magic of love being so awkward around anything remotely sexual?" Twilight Velvet nudged Cadance's shoulder. "Sure I'm surprised! You're a hop and a skip away from being some sort of sex goddess to most ponies, but you're staring at me like you never saw a mare that way before"
"I guess I just never saw you that way," said Cadance. She shuffled on her hooves. "Shouldn't I leave anyway? If you're waiting for Night Light—"
"He won't be home for a while yet. Come on." Twilight Velvet pressed against Cadance, turning her toward the kitchen. "Lets get those flowers in some water and then we can have some coffee. How does that sound?"
"Um..."
"Close enough," said Twilight Velvet as she brushed past Cadance. The vinyl suit accentuated each swing of her hips as she walked, slick shiny blackness contrasting sharply with the white and purple of Twilight Velvet's tail.
There was an oversized zipper dangling just underneath Velvet's dock, shaking back and forth between her buttocks with a gentle tinkling sound. The sight set Cadance's own behind itching in sympathy. She couldn't quite look away as she followed Twilight Velvet into the kitchen. Surely it'd be uncomfortable to sit on something like that?
It was only moments before Twilight had filled a kettle of water, which she set on the cooker to heat. Her magic was teasing the flowers from beneath Cadance's wing even while she still worked on preparing the coffee; they fell into a vase that had appeared almost from nowhere, and a moment later were sat square in the centre of the kitchen table while Twilight Velvet filled the vase from a small green watering can.
"They're very pretty."She smiled at Cadance and set the can aside. "Thank you for remembering."
Cadance gave a half shrug and an awkward smile, and kept her eyes fixed firmly on the flowers. "You've been so kind to me over the years. It was the least I could do."
"I'm sure Night Light and I will enjoy them together," Twilight replied, turning away. The kettle had just started to boil. "Flowers make a nice snack after a vigorous workout, don't you think?"
Cadance blushed. Now she couldn't even look at the flowers without images of that suit flashing around her head. She turned her gaze to the window and the little walled garden at the back of the house.
"Cream?"
"What? Oh..." Cadance shrugged again. "Please. I don't take it black."
"Pity," said Twilight Velvet. Cadance could almost hear the smirk.
A singing shimmer of magic flared at Cadance's side, followed by the thud of her coffee settling on the table. She waited a moment before taking the cup on her own magic and lifted it to her lips.
The spray of coffee across the room was really quite spectacular, glowing in the afternoon sun like a golden-brown rainbow. Grimacing at the bitterness clawing at her mouth, Cadance set her drink down on the table and turned to glare at Twilight Velvet.
"Oh I'm sorry, dear," Twilight said, holding up her cup. "I must have given you mine by mistake. Still, at least you're looking at me again."
Cadance watched as Twilight Velvet swapped their cups. The elder mare sat down opposite Cadance, pausing for just a moment with a curious expression on her face, before settling onto her seat with a sigh. Cadance felt another sympathetic itch between her legs. She shuffled about until it went away.
"If it's about this thing," Twilight continued, tugging at her suit, "I did say I could take it off if you were more comfortable. Of course, I'd need some help."
Cadance paused with her coffee halfway to her mouth. "What?"
"Getting out of the suit. It's very snug, easy to slip on, but an absolute nightmare to get out of again, especially once you've worked up a sweat." Velvet grinned and stretched out her forelegs until the vinyl suit creaked again and the light slid across her body like silk over polished marble. "In fact that's part of the fun. You should see the way Night Light tugs at it with his teeth."
Cadance put her coffee down. She wasn't having much success actually drinking it. "His teeth? Couldn't he just... why am I even asking?"
"Curiosity, dear. And yes, his teeth," Twilight Velvet said, pausing briefly to run her tongue between her own. "I'd have to untie him and take off the magic suppressor if he wanted to use anything else. He's quite nimble with his mouth."
"I... I..."
"What's the matter?" Twilight Velvet was frowning now. She leaned toward Cadance. "Is it my age? Can't a mature mare have a sex life?"
"No! No..." Cadance swallowed. She had to force herself to look Velvet in the face. "Sex I can understand. It's just..." she motioned in Twilight Velvet's general direction and tried not to blush again.
"Ah." Twilight Velvet sat back again. "Can't quite deal with the idea of the old mare having kinky sex, huh? I really am surprised, Cadance. I thought you'd be, well... more versed in this. Some couples can't be satisfied just making the six-legged screamer every night, especially in a relationship as long as mine. You have to—to experiment, you see?"
"I... guess?"
"I suppose that's the best I can hope for right now." Twilight Velvet tipped her head to one side and gave Cadance another of her motherly smiles, one that seemed ridiculously out of touch with her attire. Then she glanced at the clock and abruptly froze. "Oh, my goodness, the time has just run away with us hasn't it? You'd better drink up. I really don't want Night Light to get any silly ideas."
Cadance blushed again. She downed her coffee and stood up, not quite sure what to do with her hooves or which way to face. "I guess I'll see you this evening," she mumbled.
Twilight Velvet nodded as they moved toward the hallway. "Certainly. Twilight has been looking forward to it all week. It's nice to see her bonding with a pony so easily."
"I—I guess relationships are part of my magic," Cadance replied. She waited for Twilight Velvet to open the front door. The mare at least had the decency to step back into the shadow as she did so. "I'm sorry about how I acted."
"It's all right, honey. No harm done, you were just caught by surprise." Twilight Velvet leaned forward to nuzzle at Cadance's cheek. "Take care."
"Thank you, I will," Cadance said as the door swung closed.
"Oh and, before you go." Twilight Velvet paused with the door open just wide enough for her head to poke out. She sniffed discretely and winked at Cadance. "You might want to let the fresh air under your tail before you get anywhere too crowded. Somepony might get the wrong idea."
The door snapped shut before Cadance could form a reply. Frowning, she sniffed gently over her shoulder and then froze. The scent of her arousal was overwhelming as it was unexpected. How had she not noticed something so obvious? She turned to the garden gate, lifting her tail as discretely as possible, and cringed at chill of the air against her privates. Walking home was out of the question. After a last look back at Twilight's home, Cadance raised her wings and took to the air.
Author's Note
With thanks to CinnamonSwirltheBreaded and Alamais for ideas and editing assistance.
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.
The week had passed with little to distinguish it from any other in most respects. For reasons that would no doubt be made clear at some point, Cadance hadn't been required for her usual sitting duty and had spent most of her evenings either wandering aimlessly around the palace and getting into mischief, or locked in her rooms, masturbating until her sheets were soaked and her body ached from sheer exhaustion.
Each time the same half-formed images had flitted through her mind, of Twilight Velvet, coated in black and standing imperiously over her as she meted out whatever punishment she might have conjured as Cadance's 'repayment'. Not that her imagination ever got that far. Up to now it had only taken the thought of Twilight Velvet's vinyl-clad body to send Cadance into another ecstatic frenzy that left her slick with sweat and gasping into her pillow.
Not even imagined trysts with Shining Armor had carried her so high...
Showered and freshened up, Cadance had left the palace just before noon. Walking had again been out of the question – her traitorous body had seen to that – but Cadance had always enjoyed flying so it wasn't that much of a problem. The cool air even helped calm her down.
A little.
She just hoped nopony had looked up while she was flying over them.
The modest garden of Twilight Velvet's home was warm and still when Cadance landed. Sunlight streaked through the branches of a yew tree near the gate, dappling gold pools over the grey stone path that led to the door. Cadance had never really noticed that before. She moved slowly through the light, looking about the garden for any clue that might have revealed Twilight Velvet's secret side, but there was nothing.
It was all normal. Completely normal. Just a quiet little suburban garden.
Cadance saw the door was hanging ajar as she approached. She nuzzled up to the gap, pushing the door aside with her snout rather than a hoof or magic, and peered inside. It took a moment for Cadance's eyes to adjust to the dimly lit corridor after the brightness of the noonday sun, but as she edged forward she could see that the doors were closed fast.
The building was silent, eerily so, and Cadance's hoofsteps sounded thunderously loud on the corridor's wood floor as she made her way within. A few steps from the stairs she finally heard a sound – a quiet cough. Cadance looked up and found Velvet standing at the head of the stairs, looking down at her.
She was nude. Cadance was a little disappointed at that, having expected Twilight Velvet to repeat their previous encounter in some way. Perhaps that would come later.
"You're here, then," Twilight Velvet said. She wasn't smiling, or... no, she was, but it was subtle, little more than a tweak at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were flat and empty; her ears still as stone, giving nearly nothing away.
Cadance nodded. "I am."
"Do you know why?"
"You told me to be here," Cadance replied, trying not to frown. "That was the deal, right?"
"It was a deal. You had a choice. You could have just pretended it had never happened." Twilight Velvet moved down the stairs with the same alluring grace Cadance had seen the prior week. "You chose to obey."
"I—I guess..."
Twilight Velvet turned, just a fraction and sniffed at the air. She was smiling. "You're disappointed, aren't you? That I'm not wearing anything? I can practically see the anticipation dripping off you." She glanced down between Cadance's legs and raised an eyebrow. "Fortunately this floor is easy to clean."
"S-Sorry, I—"
"I'm not complaining, honey. The idea that a young mare like you would get herself off at the thought of someone my age is incredibly flattering. However..." The smile turned to a leer. Velvet took a step back from Cadance. "I had that floor shining like a mirror this morning, so you are going to have to clean it up."
Cadance swallowed. Something about the way Twilight Velvet's mouth twisted gave off the impression that the sort of cleaning she would be expected to perform didn't include anything so mundane as a mop and bucket, unless Velvet's predilections were even more out there than Cadance had realised.
Twilight Velvet was watching her now, through narrowed eyes. She nodded her head and smiled. In her turn, Cadance stepped back as well, clamping her tail tight against her crotch. She lowered her head a fraction and looked up at Velvet. THe older mare nodded again, her smile broadening.
"It's quite clean," she said, when Cadance hesitated. "Well. It was ."
Cadance lowered her gaze to the floor. There wasn't much. A few faint, milky speckles standing proud of the polished wood. She could smell it though, smell her arousal rising from the floor now that she was close to it. In time it might fill the entire hallway and that would raise... questions. After one last look at Velvet, Cadance lowered her muzzle to the floor and slowly extended her tongue.
"That's enough, dear."
Magic caught Cadance's chin, lifting her head up again to face Velvet. The mare was smiling and shaking her head.
"Ip ip—" Cadance sucked in her tongue and coughed nervously. "It is? But I thought—"
"That I'd make you clean the floor with your tongue?" Velvet shook her head. "There are so many better uses I could put it to. No I just wanted to see how willing you are to... to let go, shall we say."
"Oh." Cadance glanced at the floor again. Her tail, still pressed hard against her backside, twitched at the thought of what she had been about to do.
"It's quite all right, honey," Velvet continued. "Night Light was rather the same way when he first realised what he wanted from me. And I'll admit I felt a little odd too, in the beginning. You'll overcome that, given time." She turned away, flashing another warm smile at Cadance as she did. "Now come along, there are a few things we need to discuss upstairs."
"Of—of course," Cadance murmured. She waited a moment as Velvet marched toward the stairs, and then quickly ducked her head to the floor, to snatch up the taste of herself with a flick of her tongue.
As she raised her head and trotted toward the stairs, she caught just the hint of a movement of Twilight's head, as if she had been looking back over her shoulder for a moment. Perhaps it was just imagination.
Strange how some part of her hoped it was more than that.
The pair walked in silence, Twilight Velvet preceding Cadance down the corridor to the master bedroom. It was strange to be following her like this, to be led toward whatever fate Velvet had envisioned. The thought alone was enough to send another faint wave of anticipation through Cadance, culminating at her loins and her already soaking tail.
At the door, Twilight Velvet paused. She turned to look at Cadance, still smiling, but there was an uncertainty in her that hadn't been visible before.
"Tell me," she said, "what you're here to do."
"Repayment," Cadance replied, trying to keep the stammer fro her voice. "For—"
"That is the reason you're here, but it's not what you're here to do." Velvet's ears perked up just a fraction. "You've already done it really, but I'd like to hear it from your own lips. What are you here to do, Cadance?"
Cadance swallowed. She'd been trying to avoid this thought, even as she'd acted it out downstairs. The idea weighed in her like a dense knot; the admission seemed impossible. She licked her lips.
"I'm here to..."
"To?"
Cadance swallowed again and let out a sharp breath. "To do whatever you tell me."
Release. Not an orgasm, not exactly, but Cadance felt a tension leaching from her body that she hadn't even realised was there. It left her shivering, though she felt heat burning across her chest and around her sides, beneath her wings. Her face too.
Twilight Velvet's breath quickened. Her pupils dilated and her eyes flared wide at the sound of Cadance's confession. Silently she pressed a hoof against the door, and slowly she pushed it to one side, before backing away from Cadance and into the room.
"Come inside," she said.
It wasn't a request, but neither was it quite an order. Cadance bit her lip and shuffled into the room, barely flinching when Velvet's magic enveloped the door and slammed it shut behind her.
For a moment they stared at one another, but Cadance couldn't keep her eyes from straying to the rest of the room. The first thing that caught her eye was the bed; the sheets were gone, replaced with the same black, shimmering vinyl that seemed to quickly be forming a theme in the bizarre fantasy world Cadance had stumbled into.
On top of the bed, she saw the suit. Had Velvet carried out her promise and worn it that night? Mingling herself with Cadance's essence? The thought was... stimulating.
Next to the suit lay a shallow, paper-wrapped box and slender horn ring, shaded just a fraction lighter than her Cadance's coat. She couldn't quite take her eyes from it.
"Ah, I see you've spotted the gifts I had made up for you," Velvet said, as she followed Cadance's gaze. "Something to try later, I think. For now, lets talk."
Cadance finally tore her eyes from the ring. "Talk?"
"About boundaries." Twilight Velvet the box from the bed and began to unwrap it. "I may have said you were here to do whatever I tell you, but there are bound to be things that you are simply not comfortable doing. Things that you don't want to do, no matter how much I might tell you otherwise."
"But isn't that the point?"
Twilight Velvet turned her attention from her task to look at Cadance. She tutted and shook her head. "Honey, if the point were just forcing you to do things you didn't enjoy, I'd have you chained up and be beating you about the backside with a cane already. No, your repayment is quite simple. If you aren't able to control yourself, then you're going to let me do it for you."
The friendly mare from a moment before was gone now, replaced by the commanding presence that had caught Cadance in her shame.
"Until I have decided that you have repaid me, you will no longer take pleasure unless I allow it. You will orgasm when I wish you to orgasm. You will become my willing slut whenever I desire it and you will perform any act I wish. If you disobey, you will be suitably punished. If you obey, you will be rewarded." Twilight Velvet raised her nose a fraction. "If you agree to these terms, say yes."
The tension was back again, stretching from Cadance's stomach to her dock. She rocked from one leg to the other, trying to ease it. "I..."
"You can say no," Velvet said quietly. She smiled just a little. "This is still a choice."
"I know," Cadance sighed. She closed her eyes. "It—I... yes."
The following silence was punctuated by Twilight Velvet's indrawn breath. She nodded. "Again."
"Yes," Cadance repeated. opening her eyes. She swallowed.
"Good. Do you know what a safe word is?"
"A... I can guess," Cadance replied. She shivered. "For when I get uncomfortable?"
"Or when you want to stop entirely. This is as much about your pleasure as mine, Cadance." Twilight Velvet tipped her head to one side and tapped her chin. "How about Pastiche. I think it has a nice ring to it, don't you?"
"I—yes. Maybe? Pastiche..." Cadance frowned, tasting the word on her lips. It was certainly easy to remember. "Pastiche."
Velvet turned back to the box, tearing the last scraps of paper form it with a flourish. She brought it before Cadance and placed a hoof gently on the lid.
"This is the first thing you're going to do," she said, lifting the lid.
Cadance found herself staring at a slender black choker, unadorned save for a faint, repeated pattern of three stars that ran along its entire length, and a silver clasp.
"It's beautiful," she whispered. "But—"
"No buts. Put it on," said Velvet. She pushed the box closer to Cadance. "And when you're done, say 'thank you mistress' like a good girl."
Cadance's jaw dropped. Yet to her own surprise, she found she had already lifted the choker from the box. She hesitated a moment, then wrapped it around her neck, and was inordinately pleased when she didn't fumble the unfamiliar clasp. The chooker settled down just below her jaw, where it rested snug and tight against her coat, but not uncomfortably so.
"Thank you," she murmured. Velvet's only response was to clear her throat. "Oh. Um... thank you, mistress?"
"Good," Velvet replied. She smiled. "You'll wear that until we're finished. I think that's all for now. You can go home."
"What? But I thought—"
Twilight Velvet tutted and shook her head. "Cadance, Cadance, did you really think I was going to just drag you into bed and fuck your brains out? No." Twilight opened the door and ushered Cadance toward it. "This isn't some cheap sex game and you aren't some hooker I picked up to play with. This is the start of your training."
"What... what sort of training?"
Twilight Velvet pursed her lips and shook her head. For a moment Cadance worried that she wasn't going to explain, until she recalled the last few moments of the conversation. She took a breath.
"Mistress, what sort of training?" That got a smile. Cadance couldn't help but return it.
"It's quite simple," Velvet said. She brushed a hoof against Cadance's neck, just shy of the choker's clasp. "You're going to learn how to obey me. For the next three days you aren't going to touch yourself at all. You aren't going to let anyone else touch you either. No orgasms. No sex. No physical pleasure of any sort. When the three days are done, you'll return here and ask to be allowed to pleasure yourself in my presence."
"Three days?"
"I was going to make it a week," Velvet shot back as she herded Cadance along the corridor and down the stairs. "But the state you're in, even three days will be a miracle. And just so you're aware, I'll know if you disobey."
"How?"
They halted in the hallway close to the front door. Velvet glanced around at the floor and smiled briefly, before turning her attention to Cadance again.
"How? That's quite simple. That collar you're wearing is enchanted. Every time you orgasm, one of those stars will light up." She tilted her head, examining Cadance for a short moment. "Here, I'll show you."
Velvet's horn lit and Cadance felt the brush of magic against her inner thighs. Her tail lifted like it had a mind of its own. "Wait, I—"
"Are you telling me to stop?"
The touch departed, leaving Cadance with her genitals exposed to cool air and an ache that wouldn't quite let her go. The word echoes around her head and she opened her mouth, ready to say it. But then she bit her lip and shook her head.
Twilight Velvet smiled and charged her magic again. It was like a dozen tongues rolling across Cadance's flesh all at once, riding up the insides of her thighs like a wave. Then the magic rose to envelope her cunt, pinching at the folds of her labia and up, up to the pucker of her ass. She could feel a tendril of it of her clit, constant and unrelenting, while waves of pressure and heat rolled up and down her snatch and then inside, parting her lips just enough to feel it.
She had already been tense from the lust that had built in her from the moment she'd arrived. Cadance lasted only moments before her first orgasm crashed down on her, more intense than anything she could have managed by herself. Her whole body shook as waves of pleasure washed back and forth through it, until she as barely able to stand. And all the while she could hear Velvet crooning in her ear, telling her to come, to orgasm, to obey.
Then it was over, and she was panting hard and staring at the floor and Velvet's hooves. Drool poured from her lips; she tried to fold it back with her tongue and had to swallow twice before it was all gone
"What do you say, Cadance?"
The voice echoed in her head. Cadance closed her eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. "I..."
"What do you say?"
"Thank you, mistress," Cadance gasped.
She heard the sound of hooves passing down the corridor, then returning a moment later, accompanied by the crystalline ring of magic. Cadance's snatched clenched, expecting another round of stimulation, but there was nothing. Instead Velvet spoke.
"Look up."
Cadance lifted her head, opening her eyes. Velvet had raised a mirror to her face, angled to give Cadance a clear view of her neck. She lifted her chin to reveal the choker. A single star glowed pale blue.
"I'll count them when I see you next," Twilight Velvet said quietly. "If there are any more..."
She left the thought hanging. Cadance was sure that nothing Velvet said would compare to the imagined punishments she was already conjuring on her own. The worst part was they were getting her heated up again.
It was going to be a long three days.
Author's Note
Did I say every weekend? I'm a terrible liar.
