Cadance's discovery and perfect solution
“Hmm...the new crop fields seem to be taking hold.”
The murmuring voice could be traced to one of the few private studies within the grand castle nestled in the heart of the Crystal Empire. The room was a den of learning, books stacked on shelves reaching to nearly the ceiling of the room. The singular window of the den had its blinds drawn back, allowing sunlight to pour freely inside. On a desk table nearby, unrolled scrolls charting various figures were laid out, titled with names such as “Economic Growth Measurement” and “Export Prediction Expectations”. To the right of the table, across a plush sea-green carpet, sat a larger work desk where one pony sat, quill in one hoof while another hoof toyed with a loose strand of violet mane.
Princess Cadance had approached this morning's paperwork with a refreshed air about her. A delightful sleep alongside her loving husband, Shining Armor, and a good breakfast out on one of the castle patios gave her a great sense of motivation. A smile came unbidden to her face as she once again gave thanks to the forces responsible for giving her the life she lived. Through all of her hardships and challenges, taking on the role of ruling leader for a once hidden nation as well as the trial that had been her wedding, she had come out on top. She now had a loving husband to care for her, dearly beloved friends in the Elements of Harmony – let alone her own sister in law – and a kingdom that was slowly growing back to the glory it once had. Moving the Miner's Guild report aside, Cadance continued plowing through the endless paperwork that detailed her kingdom's status.
“Still no takes on the mining operations to the North...you make one joke about dragons hiding in the mountains, Shining, and see what happens?” she muttered to herself.
Said kingdom was, admittedly, a labor in itself to raise up. With the last major event of the Crystal Empire being the Equestrian Games, Cadance could take the time to look to her subjects for where to go next. The Games had raised a great deal of morale for the kingdom, bringing all kinds of individuals to see the crystal ponies and their civilization. Even with the incident of the frozen cloud almost falling onto the stadium at the Games, everypony had walked away with a sense of success in the event. The reports she'd received told her that the next time the Crystal Empire hosted, there was a high likelihood of success as before.
However, there were still areas that were a struggle for the princess to reform. Sombra's tyrannical reign had ingrained many false ideas into the subjects of the reformed kingdom. One such habit she'd come to witness was an almost programmed fear instilled into anypony who came to voice an issue in the kingdom. Cadance had lost count of how many times she needed to resort to her magic just to calm a citizen concerned over some paltry issue as fixing a public space or quelling an argument. She knew Sombra had all but broken the ponies of the Crystal Empire, and it was up to her to try and mend them.
“Ooh! The fashion show idea seems to be taking hold. I knew Rarity was on to something when she suggested it before. Now if we could just get a camera that filtered out crystal light flare...”
Rarity's idea had been linked to an issue Cadance observed in her kingdom: a lack of creative displays. She'd made some ground in encouraging the populace to pursue their interests, though. One particularly new creation she was impressed by was the resurgence of crystal craftsmanship. While the kingdom had been isolated away from the world, the profession had fallen to a very few skilled ponies in Equestria who could try and manipulate crystal stone artistically. However, with a little pursuance by Cadance, she had found many ponies who could craft it with much greater ease and skill. She had chalked the feat up to their nature as crystal ponies to explain their ease of use. There was certainly an economic benefit from the re-discovery, as many ponies found new work in the crafting of various sculptures, figurines, and other objects to trade and sell across the land.
Setting aside several of the charts she'd been reading over, Cadance took a moment to glance out the window and out at the vast kingdom she saw over. It was a happy kingdom, now freed of the once evil presence that imprisoned it's ponies. But for all the good that had come forward, something was still missing, something that nagged at Cadance's mind endlessly. Was it a lack of fun events? Cultural growth? A sense of impending doom via attack by some sort of monster or natural disaster like Twilight handled almost every off day?
“Cadance?”
The voice of her husband snapped her out of her thoughts, and the pink princess turned to see her one and only Shining Armor approach her from the now closed doorway. She smiled at the sight of her handsome prince. In her mind, he lived up to the name more than not, coming to rescue her whenever she was lost, be it amidst her thoughts, in the vast castle grounds, or when somepony forgot to fix the lights inside the storage closet as she quested for more toilet paper. He bore no less a handsome appearance than from the day they'd first met: strong and lean, a perfect mixture of military muscle and athletic sportsman, but with the mind of a playful, loveable stallion who'd charmed her heart better than magic could have done. His blue mane was neatly brushed, and he bore a small grin at the sight of her at the desk.
“Shining. I was just going over some reports on the kingdom. Everything's looking alright so far.” She said, giving him a loving nuzzle.
He chuckled before kissing her nose gently. “Staying on top of things as always? I thought you got enough of that the other night.”
“Shiny!” she exclaimed, swatting his chest playfully as her cheeks darkened lightly. “Must you always be such a tease?”
“Who said I was teasing? I was stating a fact.” he remarked, the pair sharing in soft laughter. “I thought to check up on you since you'd been in here for a couple hours. Still looking to help the kingdom out?”
“Yes, but something is still just off somehow. I cannot for the life of me fathom what it is.” Cadance answered, looking over at the table. With a sigh, she turned back to him. “I don't suppose you have any suggestions?”
Shaking his head, Shining smiled at his wife. “Nothing comes to mind right off. But I remember always telling Twily when she got stuck that not every answer is in the books. Of course, that earned me more than one argument about books being the ultimate source of knowledge.”
Cadance giggled and nodded. “I've lost count the amount of times I babysat her that I found her nose buried in a book.” she said. Feeling the morning sun shine on her, she nodded. “Let's go for a stroll, Shiny. Maybe the answer really can't be found in this little space.” She nuzzled him and the pair departed the room, the guards saluting both passing royal figures from either side of the doorway.
Outside, the clear skies boded well for a walk, as many ponies could be seen out and about. Departing for the park on the eastern side of the city, Cadance took in the sight of her subjects interacting with one another with a smile. Being the Princess of Love meant more than just being knowledgeable of the term: she could very easily detect the emotions of ponies around her, through their speech or their actions. With a little effort and magic, she could read them even without interacting with them. It was how she first found out that Shining had a crush on her when they were teenagers, after all. That discovery had soon led to their first kiss, though the moment had been shattered by little Twily asking aloud why “Cadance was sucking Shiny's face?”.
That same sense was calling to her, she noticed, to be watchful of her surroundings. Her thoughts hadn't drifted far from where they'd been in her work space, but were now less cluttered as she waved to passerby ponies. Yet she could feel something within the air, as they came to the park. The park itself was nicely formed, inspired by Cadance's visits to Ponyville and their own wide-reaching park. With the addition of a wide-spanning lake linked to their singular river for scenery and swimming, and trails for walking, it was an often used place for when one needed fresh air. Even the trees took the glorious sunlight in well, swaying in the light breeze that blew past the green foliage.
At a park bench, Shining stopped and sat down, lying on his front before waving Cadance to join him. The mare smiled and was alongside him at an instant, nuzzling into his neck as she held one of his forehooves with her own. Shining took the chance to press his muzzle into her mane, sniffing lightly at the floral fragrance he detected.
“Ooh, Lilac. A new mane wash?” he asked.
“Because I'm worth it.” she replies, the pair laughing together before cuddling up to one another. Shining's hoof rose up and slowly dragged up and down her foreleg as they laid there, the affectionate petting making her relax in his embrace.
“It's funny.” Shining's comment drew her attention to him as he looked at her before nodding at a group of ponies off to the side, enjoying a picnic under the shade of a tree. “When I see folks sitting like that, it reminds me of when my family would always go out in Canterlot for family days. They'd drag me out of the house to go with them so we could go to the park, and mom would pack this huge picnic basket. Twilight was small enough when she was born, she'd just hide in the basket and pop out when we arrived.”
Cadance giggled at the mental image of a miniature Twilight, the bookish mare tiny and eyes alight as she fell out of the basket. “Your family always did strike me as lovely. I never could have imagined I'd marry such a striking stallion.” She nuzzled his shoulder as he held her around her back with a foreleg.
“Twily talked about you more and more as she grew up. Every day, I'd hear something new you two did, or how you two would talk about everything from Starswirl the Bearded to magic formulas I could never wrap my head around.” he rubbed at his cheek sheepishly. “Never could keep up too well there.”
The princess only giggled and kissed her husband's cheek. “Never fear, my dearest. I'll be the smarts, and you can be the looks for the kingdom.” Her comment was in jest, but she knew that more than one mare had glanced at her with envy when she had Shining at her side. He was the pinnacle of fitness and discipline, deserving his rank as Captain of the Royal Guard, a position he'd held up until their marriage. Tales still passed in circles of Shining facing down Sombra out in the snowy wilds back when the vengeful spirit still haunted the kingdom. Some of those tales were blown out of proportion however, such as the ones when they included him wrestling a hydra at the same time; one whose scales emitted fire.
“You would think there'd be more kids running around on such a nice day.” Cadance looked out at the park upon hearing his observation. He was right; the amount of children present in the park were surprisingly few. Even before noon, if they were in Canterlot or Ponyville, she would expect the grounds to be amok with children playing, laughing, running about. 'That's not even accurate; these ponies are nearly adults.' Cadance asked herself. 'Where are the little fillies and colts?'
Cadance paused. It couldn't be that simple...could it? Her eyes scanned to the edges of the lake, but found no colts fishing for fun, flinging mud or even going for a swim. The mare's eyes drifted to the other spare benches, and it's true some couples were wandering by together or sitting much like her and her husband were.
But where were the children?
“Shining.” His wife's tone drew his attention as her wide eyes looked to him. “I think...I think I might know just what the issue is. The problem I've been trying to find.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, curious to her thoughts. Cadance sat up, her wings giving a small flex as she straightened her posture.
“Shining...where are the children?”
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“It makes sense, when you think about it. How did I not see it before?”
Cadance's pace on the way back to the castle was steady, but her mind was spinning in circles as she spoke. Shining did his best to keep up, but his wife's pace was making it difficult with all the obstacles. Around them, many street vendors, passerby citizens, even tourists waved at the royal couple. Shining would manage a greeting or a wave of his hoof when he could, while Cadance continued on. She would have walked through a fruit vendor's cart, had Shining's magic not lifted the cart out of her way, setting it down with an apologetic smile from him before catching up with his wife.
“Honey, please, slow down!” His insistent tone made her pause amidst her monologue, and she looked back to see him resting a hoof on her back. “I'm trying to keep up, but you're going a mile a minute. So you think Sombra did something to the kingdom?”
“Yes and no. It's not like the magic curse like he applied to preserve his essence when he was originally destroyed. Sombra's physical and magical essence has been cleansed from the kingdom entirely. I've made sure of it myself. Every time I've lit the Crystal Heart for a ceremony or event has been me double-checking.” she answered.
“Wait, so the Crystal Heart didn't light up because the Wonderbolts agreed to fly a show here?” Shining asked. “Or when we convinced Yakyakistan that war with us and Equestria was a very very bad idea?”
“Oh, Shiny.” The pink princess giggled and nuzzled her sheepish looking husband. “You're so adorable when you looked so pleased with yourself. I couldn't steal your thunder like that.” She turned and led on, her spouse alongside her as they entered the castle's main grounds. “It's nothing to do with Sombra's magic or himself, but more what he did to the populace.”
“Alright, I'm listening.”
“What Sombra did is something I hadn't thought of until now. He changed their mentalities on the very idea of open expressions of affection. He terrorized everypony into becoming submissive, quiet, frightened creatures where the very idea of independent thought was struck down harshly.” She shook her head, mane whipping about her shoulders at the idea of such psychological terror. “Sombra may be gone, but he took their spirit with him.”
“But you've been helping them regain it since then, Cadance. I've never seen them so happy since you've been aiding everypony to explore the old hobbies and get out of their homes to visit with each other. If anything, their spirit is coming back, slowly but surely.” Shining's words were met with a nod from Cadance.
“I know, Shiny, I know. And it's all good and well. But...” she paused, looking about for any onlookers. Finding none, she quickly pulled him into a room, the stallion giving a small yelp of surprise. The room they'd slipped into was a tucked away wing of the castle library, a section they'd been planning to make more open to the public. Many of the shelves were lined with literature for all ages from fillies to adults, multicolored books spread far out upon many likewise stocked wooden shelves. The floor had been smoothed and cleaned daily, and they'd made plans for a section of the room to be reserved as a 'reading sanctuary' for those looking for a little assured privacy while enjoying their books. Twilight would have been proud.
“It's not all the way back. The spirit they once had.” Cadance struggled to word it as she circled and sat, trying to think of how to phrase her thoughts so her husband could grasp the idea. Looking through the window, she was allowed a generous portion of sunlight that illuminated her own reflection. she sighed softly and looked back to him. “You understand that my role as Princess of the Crystal Empire is more than just a title, right? That my magic itself ties into Love itself?”
“Of course I do. Do you know how often I think of myself as the luckiest stallion in the world that my beautiful, gorgeous wife is one of the most magically talented mares around?” His praise made her smile and cheeks tinge red, but she continued.
“Yet I can't make them just suddenly be full of spirit again, Shiny. We have many adult ponies, stallions and mares alike, who no doubt have feelings for one another like we share. Yet we don't see it in front of us. Why do you think that is?”
Shining's answer came after a couple moments of silence. Cadance waited patiently for him to speak, finding his thinking pose of his hoof to his chin adorable. “They're afraid to show love?”
“...sort of.” she answered, looking up at him with a small smile. “They're afraid to indulge in a particular aspect of love.”
“Marriage?”
“Little further, Shining.” She waited for him to connect the dots. Seeing it taking him a little longer than usual, she rolled her eyes and nuzzled his ear, whispering softly into it. “...it's something two adult ponies who love each other very much do and should do to be happy?”
Shining shivered lightly, memories of that tone promising many things in the bedroom and many a night of pleasure. The most recent memory was their anniversary night, where they both decided to indulge in a little spell-work to spice up the bedroom. He was grateful that the royal couple's private chambers were entirely soundproofed, lest the guards think his wife was screaming bloody murder. Comprehension settled in after a moment, however.
“Ohhh.” He toned, looking to her smiling expression. “...they're afraid of sex?”
“I'm led to believe so. The clues were out there, Shining, you saw it yourself.” She answered. Her horn glowed brightly before she directed it at the nearby empty work desk. One flash of magic later revealed several scrolls similar to the ones she had before this morning. Pushing some aside, she lifted one and unrolled it, turning it around to show a numbers chart titled “Average birth rate analysis”.
“Shining, the last time a child was born was before you and I were married. The Empire was still under Sombra's clutches, and from what it seems, he made certain that the population was entirely under his control. The few doctors they had refused to offer any aid for pregnant mares, afraid of Sombra learning about new ponies being born. He wanted no chance to occur of being overthrown from his seat of power. With how rich this area is in magic, he must have had some twisted idea somepony could be born that may lead a revolution against him. So he sought to stifle the spark before it could begin.” She laid the chart down and looked to her mate with forlorn. “They were tragic times.”
Shining nodded, allowing her to continue. “Even though we've moved far past Sombra's terrible reign, the ponies are still scarred. If we want to usher them out of that time and into the real world again, they need to have a motivation, a purpose. What if they were to have children again, to bring in an entirely new generation to grow and care for?” She trailed off, letting Shining fill in the gap.
“It'd be the final step to break away from their past. That's pretty smart thinking, Cadance.” he said, smiling at her. “But how do we get them to embrace intimacy again? Without worrying about a shadow at their backs?”
Cadance rubbed her chin in thought. It was a fair question to ask; how can one expect to suddenly encourage the population to have children again? The first thought to come to mind was an alteration on the “want it, need it” spell, cast over a wide area and toned down immensely. The last thing she needed was an empire breaking out in a frenzy in a fashion similar to the one Twilight had caused in Ponyville a year ago. While it could work, it rang too close to the idea of Sombra influencing them with his own magic. She discarded the idea, much to her annoyance. Another thought was perhaps a celebration or event to try and get the subjects into the mindset of seeking out partners to encourage new life. But she knew that there was no such celebration of things like “fertility festivals” or such in the Crystal Empire's culture. And making one on the spot could have potentially bad political backlash if it was taken the wrong way, especially with the so-titled “Princess of Love” at the helm.
“Every idea I come up with just rings wrong. We can't magically influence them, or force it on them.” She said with a sigh, sitting back on her rump.
“Hmm...if only we could talk to them about it somehow.” Shining murmured. This drew Cadance's attention, making him look up at her curious expression. “If they understood that it was alright to embrace intimacy again, that having those thoughts wasn't bad, it'd be much easier to get things rolling again. Kinda like breaking in newlyweds, sort of.”
Cadance nodded and paused, staring at the window. An idea was coming to her mind, of how she could particularly give that very talk. She wasn't sure what part of her was giving her the idea, be it her mindset that adored and cared for her people, her hopeful idea of a new generation of crystal ponies, or the soft whisper coming from the depths of her mind that tied into her magic of Love. But the idea she was forming was equal parts adventurous, risky, and in some cases taboo.
“Shiny?” The stallion looked to his wife again from where he'd been staring a hole into the floor to see her half-lidded eyes meeting his own. He knew that expression. Did he lock the door when they came in here? “I just had a possible solution to our dilemma.”
“W-what might that be?” he asked, smiling nervously at the catlike grin on his beloved's face. He stayed still as the lovely beauty of his mate approached him, and gave him a slow nuzzle before leaning up to whisper in his ear.
“Remember when we talked about spicing up the bedroom?” Shining gulped. To some stallions, they might meet this question with a bit of apprehension. It was sometimes a question reserved for those having issues in the bedroom, or as a test from their significant other to see if they stayed true to them. Shining Armor, however, had a different take. It was something he'd learned early on when he and his wife were intimate.
Cadance was a sexual dynamo in the bedroom. She was prim and proper outside where all the ponies of the world could see her, refined by manners and an intellect to match with her position of power. But in the hidden away bedroom they shared, when all those eyes couldn't see her save for her husband, she was very different. If Love was her primary magic, Lust was her secondary by no comparison. She made every encounter they had memorable in a vast number of ways. Sometimes she wanted to have lovemaking, gentle sex that was sensual and slow, letting them bask in the comfort of one another's intimate warmth.
Other times, it was almost as if she was in a perpetual state of constant heat. With the way she would moan and scream and beg him to rut her senseless, he made sure he fulfilled every wish she requested when they let loose on their restraints. It would variate between the two of whom would dominate, but more often than not, she loved being his plaything. They had the perfect blend of love and desire for each other that they had absolutely no doubts in one another's feelings, especially Cadance.
“Y-yes, I remember. What does that have to do with helping everypony out?” he asked.
“Well, I do happen to recall one certain somepony telling me a fantasy of theirs...” she trailed off, walking behind him much like a cat would as she brushed against him, tail stroking his back and making him shiver. “...something about seeing me with somepony else?” It was a secret only his wife knew of. But to Shining, there was something purely carnal in watching his wife be the lustful object to somepony else. Any time she brought toys into use for a “demonstration”, he had fantasized of it being another pony making his wife moan and writhe on the bed before him.
Shining's cheeks turned red, and he couldn't help a nervous glance about them for some random passerby. But nopony else was present to hear, and he exhaled slowly. “You know how hot that idea is to me?”
“Oh, but I know, Shining. I know very well.” Her sultry whisper continued in his ear. “That's why you keep picking only the best of the best guards around here. Those bulky, strong, muscular guards.” trailing off, she kissed his ear. “And for you, I picked only the most beautiful of mares who applied to work for us. Single and unattached, I should add.”
“S-so. You think we should try to let you seduce a guard?” he asked for clarity.
“Not so much try as 'succeed', dear.” She said replied. “I know they've been watching me when we walk together or when I'm alone or being escorted. My magic lets me feel the emotions loose in the air; for all of their training, I'm afraid they're not quite as stoic as the guards in Aunt Celestia's castle.” She giggled and recalled the many times she'd spied them eying her form out of the corner of her eye. “They think their armor hides it, but a mare knows when a stallion's a little too stiff at their post.”
“In their defense, babe, you are the most gorgeous mare around.” Shining's eyes trailed from her long, shapely legs up to her wide flank, her multicolored tail the only guard against having her intimates revealed, something he could almost trace purely from memory. At the moment – he observed with hidden delight – said tail was raised up, leaving her exposed to the world and namely himself. Her barrel and form was lean and supple, the perfect blend of health and curved pleasure that could make any stallion turn and stare when she walked by. He'd worshiped that form many a time in the bedroom, glad to be the one with the honor of enjoying it. In addition to her minx-esque attitude she carried in the bedroom, it was no wonder why he could never turn her down.
His observations came to a pause as her tail caressed his chin, turning him to look at her eyes as she looked at him over her shoulder. “Flattery gets you everywhere, Shiny. I'll figure out the details and just who we might approach. I wouldn't want to just let it be a free-for-all. Yet.” she giggled, flicking his chin.
“O-of course. We can figure out who we both like for it. Somepony we'd trust for...” he trailed off in his thoughts, lost as his eyes wandered down to her shapely rear again. With a huff, his horn came alight as the door to the room audibly clicked to lock shut. He followed up with a mute spell, strong enough for the deviousness his wife had planted in his mind. “That stuff.”
Cadance had heard the door lock and gave a small squeal as her husband embraced her from behind. His broad chest pressed into her back as she looked back to him. “For right now? We're christening this room, my naughty little princess.” His husky growl made her legs tremble as he licked and kissed her neck. The pair soon were indulging in one another as their idea blossomed within their minds. Cadance's moans would only have been heard by Shining as he claimed her against the library wall, their new plan nestling in their minds as they rocked and ground into each other.
Get ready, Crystal Empire. The royal couple is ready to spread some love.
Author's Note
This idea came to me some time back, browsing various jokes and ideas about characters in the show. You can't just let a Princess of Love not have some fun on the job, now can you?
This chapter is more or less the setup for the following chapters soon to come, so you can all enjoy seeing Princess Cadance help her subjects.
...oh dear, what have I done.
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“Cross? Are you out there still?”
The question calling from Princess Cadance's private chambers came as no surprise to Sterling Cross, the guard posted outside her doorway. Being a vigilant soldier of several years now, Cross was used to similar calls from her majesty. Princess Cadance often pushed through her royal duties without rest, and as a result, she often zoned out amidst her labors. It had become habit to check and be sure her guard hadn't fallen asleep or left. He wouldn't dare to fall asleep at his post; a lesson hammered into his head by the drill sergeant who'd trained him. It was part of why he never went out with his fellow guardsmen who handled the night shift; he needed the sleep to do his job properly. Their tales of grand parties and mischief did little to persuade him when he took in their ragged appearances in the barracks.
“Yes, your majesty. Everything alright?” he asked, tilting his head towards the door to better hear her.
“Yes, I'm alright. Growing weary of this paperwork, for certain.” Her reply made him smirk, but he gave no verbal reply. “Cross?”
“Yes, your majesty?” He turned as the door opened, the Princess' head peeking out to find him and smiling in return.
“Could you come inside? I could use better company than these reports and a talking door.” Her request was unexpected; it was rare that she asked him to enter her chambers. He nonetheless obeyed, trotting inside the doorway with spear in hoof before it closed behind him. The door swung shut behind him, a small click following. Knowing it was the lock to the room, Cross thought little of it. After all, the maids loved their gossip whenever they could spot it.
“Please be at ease, Cross. I imagine it's been a laborious week for you.” Cadance's voice came from the left, where her large wooden desk sat. The stacks of collected papers stood taller than she did upright, but they kept in place as she wrote on one such sheet of paper. From behind, he could make out the small crown perched atop Cadance's head, as well as her wings tucked to her back with her mane cascading down between them.
Cadance's words summarized what Cross could count as easily one of the harder weeks he's had as her guard. His post as her personal escort and protection wasn't just purely to protect her from malicious threats to her person. He had to travel where she went on any journey out of the kingdom, and this week had been one to test him. From Trottingham to Manehattan, the Princess of Love had gone on a tour of the various cities to promote the Crystal Kingdom as well as seek out new endeavors for her subjects.
“It has been...trying, your majesty.” he answered. Feeling a bead of sweat trail down from his forehead to his chin, he sighed softly before rubbing his hoof against his cheek. “This heat has been relentless as well. As if we did not endure enough challenges on your trip.”
“Would that be your way of summarizing your report, Cross?” Cadance asked, levitating a rolled up parchment next to her head. “It would certainly save me the trouble of reading it.”
Cross snorted, making her giggle. “I can make that much simpler.” He paced as he spoke, keeping the grin in his voice off of his muzzle. “In the process of guarding one Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, Sterling Cross reports the hazards that accosted her majesty as being little threat, but concerns nonetheless. They include overbearing heat that required many breaks-”
“Aunty Celly always was insistent on a warm start to Fall.” Cadance chimed.
“-persistent attempts to touch the person of her majesty-”
“They just wanted an autograph! And for some reason, a strand of my mane.”
“-and two incidents involving runaway food carts that could have resulted in bodily harm.”
“So an average trip around Equestria then?” she finished, making him look at her with an unimpressed stare before they both laughed.
“If your track record is as you say, your majesty, then it must've been below average.” he replied.
Cadance's eyes traveled across the tan coat of the stallion before her. She smiled sympathetically. “Cross, please. Take off that armor and be at ease. Don't make me repeat myself again!”
“Your majesty, I'm on duty. If my captain saw me out of uniform, he'd have my head!”
“Well, you can tell him that you were given an order by your princess himself. And if he wants to bring it up with me, than I would be more than willing to have a little chat with him about who holds final authority over who.” she insisted. Sterling Cross could find no hole in that logic, not to mention it'd be a welcome relief. He set about tugging at his clasps, first trying to undo the chest-piece that formed much of his protection.
Cadance smiled at his attempts and left her desk to approach him. “Here, let me help you with that.” She insisted. Cross paused, but stood at attention before her. Cross found it odd that she didn't use her magic to undo it, but rather her own hooves. He took no issue with the action; who would protest against a beautiful mare like Cadance aiding them?
And beautiful she was indeed to his eyes. Cross made himself stare out at the window rather than to take advantage of her beauty, up close and personal. Princess Cadance was a lovely being to behold; even with her only in his peripheral, he could still smell the floral fragrance of her mane, and briefly imagined nuzzling his muzzle into it and no doubt cherishing the soft hairs tickling his chin. His thoughts wandered further to hearing whispered words of desire as a hoof came to rest on his chest, dragging down slowly before-
A change of weight on his front and back brought him out of his thoughts to see that she'd completed her task, his armor now left aside and him much relieved to have it off of his being. He gave himself a brief shake, stamping his hooves into the carpeted floor as he shook off his stirred imagination. Glancing over at the radiant mare before him, he prayed his grooming that morning was well enough. He didn't see the mischievous light in her eyes as she took in his form. Strong and built as is the earth pony nature, he was well-suited for his post.
“Thank you, your majesty.” He spoke finally, prompting her to smile.
“You're welcome, Cross. I wouldn't be a good princess if I didn't show care for my subjects.” She remarked, turning toward her desk. Cross watched as she walked, eyes trailing up her hind legs that sauntered with each step. He noticed a subtle jiggle of the round, pink masses with each clop of her hooves against the carpeted floor. Feeling a rush through his chest, he tore his eyes away from her majesty's hindquarters.
“I feel your recent trip went well, your highness.” He said. He needed to keep his mind focused and away from thoughts reserved for when he was alone. “The populace were happy to see you about.”
“Indeed. I wanted to make it a point that unlike our past, we move forwards to the future. And the first step of that is letting the world see that the nation's leader isn't a secluded figurehead, looking down on her subjects from the highest tower in the land. Neigh, she is a living breathing mare.” Cadance replied. “It probably helps that I'm rather easy on the eyes, wouldn't you say?”
Cross let a chuckle escape his muzzle. Internally, he was curious about Cadance's behavior; she's never spoken so frankly before to him. They were on good terms for a guard and royal figure, sure, but he always presumed she simply was being polite. It was welcomed, though. “Yes, it does, your majesty.” He paused and looked to her grinning expression. “If you don't mind me saying so, I mean.”
“If there's one thing I can encourage in you, Cross, its that any mare appreciates a compliment, no matter the station of the pony giving it.” Cadance said, turning to smile at him, her quill hovering beside her. “And please, set aside the formalities. It's only us; call me Cadance.”
“Alright, your maj-ahem. Cadance.” Cross managed a brief, if shy, smile back to her. He looked about the room, taking in much of the furnishings with curious eyes. The few times he'd been inside the room, his eyes were fixed only on her, as was his duty. But now, so freed, he permitted himself to take in the bright room. The sunlight peering through the window did well to brighten the wide room. The work desk she sat at was placed beside it, no doubt to allow her to look out at the kingdom when she wanted to see something other than ink and paper for a time. Across the room, her queen-sized bed sat, curtains drawn back, looking soft and air-light to him. Compared to the barracks, it was certainly an upgrade in living spaces.
“I really do appreciate you looking out for me, Cross. I know you've been dutiful and have been working hard. If anything, I should talk to the Captain about getting you off time as reward.” Cadance's words drew his attention back to her, his eyes resting on the multicolored hues of violet and rose that made up her mane.
“There's no need for that, Cadance. I was just doing my job. It's my duty and privilege to be trusted enough to protect you.” He objected, only to hear her giggle before she turned to him.
“If we had more ponies as dedicated as you, maybe we'd need less guards. But that's not the case, and praise is due where it's earned, Cross.” Setting the quill down she'd been levitating with her magic, Cadance beamed at him. “If anything, I'm more than grateful. You keeping me on task and on schedule helps me get much accomplished.”
Cross chuckled. “I just learned early on that punctuality is sacred in staying on top of things. If you organize your time properly, you get things done quick and efficiently. Then you have all the free time you'd like to do what you wish.”
The pink princess laughed and turned to him. “So that's why you were so insistent on me not touring the cheesecake factory's sampling room, is it?”
Brushing his hoof on the carpet, Cross looked at her sheepishly. “If only to ensure you didn't lose time to browse through the shopping district you wished to see, milady. I recalled you being very eager to go there.”
Cadance nodded. “Precisely. Speaking of!” she got up out of her seat and approached Cross, making him jump before settling as she continued speaking. “I need your help deciding on something. And you're the best pony for the job, since you are trained to be a stern, practical, and straight to the point stallion.”
Sterling nodded, straightening up as he sat down. “Of course. How can I help?”
Cadance smiled. “Wait here, I hid it away as a surprise.” She turned and looked at him over her shoulder. “And close your eyes too! No peeking!”
Cross nodded and closed his eyes tight, the last image being Cadance's sweeping tail giving a swish as she turned and vanished into the walk-in closet on the other side of the room. He sat and waited patiently, ears flicking at the slightest of sounds he could hear from the open doorway of the closet. Though nothing could be made for certain, he was sure that the muttering he could hear was directed at whatever was within her grasp.
“I need to cut back on the muffins...you will fit!”
Cross shook his head, keeping himself from snickering. It was certainly a much better day than just staring out blankly at the castle hallway all day. He should talk to the captain about changing the duties so a second could be alongside him on this post. Maybe Autumn Glimmer?
The blonde-maned, rose-coated pegasus was one he always got along well with. Spending time with her would make the shift a lot easier than doing it alone. They'd met at boot camp and had saw each other through the rigorous testing given to them. Her praise always did brighten his spirits whenever she came around. And she liked his company too compared to the patrol she usually worked with. She worked harder than they did to stay at her best; a quality he admired in her.
A small squeak from the closet snapped him out of his thoughts. “Cadance? Are you ok?” He called out to her.
“Yes, I'm fine! Just...dropped something!” she called back. “Stay where you are. And eyes shut!”
“If you insist, Cadance.” he said, seating himself back down on the floor and waiting. The minutes passed slowly, edging out Cross' patience to see just what Cadance was going to show him. He supposed it could be worse; he could have had latrine duty or something equally demeaning instead of sitting inside the Princess' own comfortable quarters.
“Alright. Keep those eyes closed, I'm coming out!” Cadance's voice called. Squinting them shut tight, Cross could only see the insides of his eyelids as the sound of soft hoofsteps came to his ears. They were softer than what he was used to hearing when she walked. Curiosity plagued his mind; she had taken off her royal horseshoes? It was likely for her own comfort, he reasoned. A logical deduction suggested to Cross that she had found something while shopping, and wanted to know if it genuinely did look as good as she hoped. And if he valued his job, he would certainly praise her, even if did look garish.
She didn't speak when she came to a stop. Instead, Cross was treated to a curious feeling that gave him pause. A soft sensation touched his cheek. What in Equestria could it be? Nopony touched him like that. Yet it persisted, stroking across his cheek slowly. Unbidden, his cheeks turned a light pink, but he kept still, despite his imagination's pondering.
“Ok, Cross. Open your eyes.”
As ordered, Sterling Cross straightened up – the gentle sensation drifting to his chin as he moved – before opening his eyes. And in two full seconds, his mind began to rationalize the incomprehensible sight before him.
Princess Cadance was right in front of him, mere inches away from his body. With her back facing him, her eyes cast quite the flirtatious gaze at him. The caressing thing he'd been unable to identify was, in fact, Cadance's long, brushed tail. The lengthy hairs of rose and violet remained held up high to continue playfully touching his face. The intimate gesture wasn't lost on him, but it was momentarily forgotten due to a much more important matter.
Princess Cadance was standing right in front of him, clad in a set of scanty lingerie that left little to imagination and plenty to relish seeing. His eyes drank in the sight of her: the way her legs were clad with black, thigh-high socks that seemed to draw out the supple flesh of her butt laid before him. Her tail, as he'd noted, was indeed brushed and straightened out. However, he'd failed to catch that she'd had it bound at the base, resulting in it being pulled taut and high to leave her rump on display. Autumn once tried to do that, he recalled, but she complained it wasn't long enough yet.
And dear sun above, what a rump. Cross didn't know if he had died somehow and been brought to his own personal heaven, but he took in all he could. The tight piece of black fabric one might try to call panties were immensely tight on her buttocks. He could easily make out the folds of her marehood pressed into the fabric snugly, the camel-toe quite apparent. With how tight it clung to her, it only served to emphasize the swell of her healthy, round cheeks Noticing his gaze locked upon her rear, she swayed her hips to give the supple pink globes of hers an enticing shake.
“Well? How do I look?” Her sultry tone made him flinch, snapping back to reality. But he kept to his orders; he never moved out of his spot, but made his eyes leave those delicious, wonderful looking cheeks to fixate on her eyes.
“Cadance...s-shouldn't...u-um...Shining...see this?” he mumbled out. He could feel his arousal trying to poke out from the sheath that kept it concealed. He tried to will it down, but to little avail.
“Shining would love it, I'm sure. He loves anything I do. But sometimes, a mare needs an outside voice to confirm it for her.” Her explanation did little to rationalize why Cross would be shown such a scandalous outfit. But he enjoyed it no less. “Since I've rendered you speechless, I'll take it as a good fit.”
Good would have hardly done it justice in Sterling's mind. Amazing was more suitable, or downright hot. It reminded him of the hidden pinups he'd kept in his things, when he needed that special time alone and just wanted that brief, momentary pleasure to imagine somepony seeking such a response. Only now he had somepony much more attractive than the airbrushed pinups right before his eyes.
His mind drifted momentarily to wonder if Cadance ever considered modeling. She could easily be one of the best, taking on erotic poses in outfits like this to drive any stallion crazy. His imagination invoked one of the more pleasurable images he found of late, only this time supplying Cadance as the spread-eagle mare eying the onlooker while they savored her curved beauty.
“Ooh, what's this?” Cadance's voice made him flinch as he knew he was caught. “You really do enjoy it, do you?”
'Here comes the punishment' Cross told himself.
“I-I'm sorry, ma'am. Please forgive me.” He plead, shutting his eyes. He must have failed some kind of hidden test of will; something he should have caught on to. “I can leave and we can forget this if you choose. And if you wish to punish me, I'd completely understand and-”
Cadance's hoof on his muzzle put an end to his rambling. “Shh.” she quelled him and smiled. “I want you to react like that.” Her explanation made him open an eye to look at her. “You see...I know my guard works hard to protect me. To serve me. The Princess of Love is an important figure, I know. But you should know that I always reward those who serve me.” A sock clad hoof rubbed his chest as she continued.
“You've spend so much of your time here working that you've hardly had any time devoted to yourself. You've even worked through your own birthday, a day that should be focused on you.”
“B-but your majesty-” A raised eyebrow from the princess reminded him of his mistake. “Cadance.” she smiled and he continued. “W-what about Shining? I...I mean, you're married!”
Cadance's giggle only served to confuse him more. “Yes, I'm more than aware of our matrimony. But you see, Shining and I have an understanding. With me being the Princess of Love, I must express that love to all my subjects, and not just my husband. He and I share a special bond, but that does not mean we will shut out all others from our lives.” Leaning up, her whisper in his ear left him shivering. “And I certainly would not shut out my most valiant, and honest, of subjects.”
She kissed his ear and continued kissing down his cheek and chin, the earth pony keeping still as rationality in his mind collided with her words. But by the time she'd reached his barrel, face coming to be level with the black mottled length pointed at her, she knew his decision. And in truth, it showed he genuinely did feel desire towards her, a compliment Cadance would not let be neglected.
'He is still uncertain.' her magic informed her, making Cadance pause and look up at the still shivering stallion. Lifting her head back up to meet him face to face, she brought her hoof up and rubbed his cheek slowly. “Cross. Please look at me.” When he opened his eyes, she smiled. “I only wish to show you the due affection and care you deserve to have for your hard work. If you fear that I am going to hurt you, or turn this into a cruel game, know I am not that kind of mare.”
“I would never think that of you, Cadance. Just.” he paused and looked to the ground in what she took to be shame. “No mare has ever, um. Touched me before. Like that.”
Cadance only nodded and gave him a slow nuzzle that he returned after a moment. “I know. I can see it in you. But you don't have to be afraid. There's no judgment here, no hidden test. All I want is to show you that hard work earns its rewards. In this case, the reward being myself.” Leaning forward, she kissed the tip of his nose gingerly. “You can decide for yourself. I won't push you.”
Sterling Cross eyed the beautiful mare before him, and weighed out the idea. On one hoof, he could turn her down, perhaps settle for an awkward apology, and walk away. She might take offense, but it would maintain the professional standard he held himself to.
On the other hoof: he could finally cash in his v-card, with a royal princess no less. And with no strings attached either, from the sound of it. He was sure she wasn't in heat, so that concern was gone likewise. Finally, he looked up at her and nodded. “I accept.”
Cadance beamed at him before coming forward and kissing him on the lips. It caught him off guard, but the caress of gentle, full lips on his own took his entire attention. She held it until he pulled back for air, cheeks red as her smoldering gaze returned. With a silent nod, she leaned in and began to dot his neck with kisses, making her way back down once more where she'd been before. This time, however, he took a more open stance, giving her plenty of room to observe his rigid length.
“Such an impressive tool...and here I thought you unarmed.” Cadance remarked before laying a soft kiss upon his twitching tip. The brush of those lips to his sensitive cock made a sigh escape his lips as his member twitched. Cadance's hoof came up to his dangling orbs and gently squeezed them, earning a moan out of the stallion above her. Her touch was a silken caress to his sack, aided by her sock-covered hoof that served to further tease him.
“Nopony can be good or bad in the bedroom on their first try, you know. An artist can't criticize their work if they've never lifted a brush.” Cadance said, eying his stiffness hungrily. “And a soldier isn't sent to battle without being trained first too. So let's see just how well you measure up first, Cross.”
The lusty princess subjected the tan stallion to a series of licks and swipes of her tongue, the pink muscle leaving no part untouched or dry. If anything, the stallion questioned if this was some sort of fever dream; but he couldn't stop himself from admitting how heavenly it felt for her to be attending to his length as she was. Her tongue was wet and quick, giving small flicks and touches to his sensitive flesh, pausing only to kiss and nuzzle his twitching member. The hoof caressing his dangling orbs was a constant, squeezing as it felt the seed churn within. It was already an experience far better than any he'd provided himself with before for certain.
When she paused, he kept still, resisting the instinct to push himself forward to experience more of her sensual touches. “Keep going?” she asked softly.
“Yes, please.” Cross let out before sighing as she resumed. By now, there was a sheen of saliva to his cock, with Cadance's lips and chin lightly dotted with spit likewise. The musk of his arousal was prominent to her senses, and she basked in it as her attentions continued.
Managing to open his eyes, Cross' gaze looked down to the lower half of Cadance's body that remained visible, while her upper was occupied with pleasuring him. Her rear was swaying as her tail swept side to side cattily, the cheeks giving a small bounce when she moved in an opposite direction. He wondered briefly on the idea of them doing the same in another position with her, his cheeks burning at the thought.
His thought process was derailed quickly by Cadance's next action. “Ungh!” was the only grunt he could muster as Cadance's lips closed around his length. Even though she only had his tip in her maw, it was still an experience in itself as she slowly teased and licked his length. He could feel himself twitching in her grasp, short breaths escaping his clenched teeth as he was subjected to more of the pleasurable torture.
As she laid ministrations to his stalwart member, Cadance relished the sounds she heard above her, able to feel through her tongue and maw as much as hear his enjoyment. Droplets of his pre were already leaking into her maw, giving her a brief preview of his taste. She found him agreeable, if a little bitter, chalking it up to the strict diet the guards were kept to. Cadance refocused on the matter at hoof and hummed quietly, the vibrations shaking his tip and sending little waves of pleasure to crash against the weakening walls of his resistance. Cadance assumed he wouldn't last long due to his inexperience, but gave him time to relish her efforts. With the way his hind leg kept stomping the floor, she knew she had him in her grasp.
“C-Cadance...sun and stars...” she heard him murmur above her, making her grin around his tip. He was keeping well for an inexperienced buck; she knew many an overeager youth would try to seek out more, but he was perfectly well to obey her whims. Such manners deserved repayment, which she was happy to provide. Closing her eyes and inhaling a deep breath through her nose, Cadance began to bob further and further down his length. Passing his medial ring in one swoop made him gasp, and he was shaking when she reached his hilt. Another hum escaped her as she savored the feeling of a thick cock in her throat, his musky scent filling her senses. Her slowly winking marehood was already dripping fluids to further dampen her wet panties, the silk pressing into her engorged lips.
Going for the kill, Cadance's tongue slung itself around and around his throbbing member, dotting the flesh with loving licks before adding a swallow that tightened her throat around him. It was too much for him to bear as the throbbing intensified; white-hot flashes fired off in Cross' mind as he was slammed into his first true orgasm. He tried to grasp onto a word, an image, something to compare it to. But as it rolled up and began to emanate from his center through his throbbing cock, the stallion could find nothing to suit the sensation.
Cadance kept still as he groaned and his release surged into her maw and down her throat in thick globs. His orgasm lasted for a small while, giving her plenty to drink and savor of his stallion cream before slowly retreating from his shaft. Cross' legs shook as he rode out every wave, each pulse a shock to his system as she milked him. When she withdrew finally, his tip leaving her muzzle with a small pop, he sighed and breathed deeply.
The princess lifted up and smiled to herself. Though his length had lost some of it's stiffness, it did not fully retreat. She gave it a final kiss before raising up to face him again. She blinked when his gaze was fixed on her hooves on the floor rather than looking up at her.
“I-I'm so sorry! I d-didn't mean t-to finish so quickly!” he stammered, his cheeks burning. “I-it was just so...good.”
Cadance only nuzzled the shivering stallion before kissing his forehead. “Now, now. There's nothing to be ashamed of.” she assured before pulling back. “I wanted you to enjoy that; it's crucial that both ponies enjoy themselves in the bedroom after all. And I certainly enjoyed what you had to offer.
Sterling Cross nodded slowly. “Y-you were fantastic...” he said, making her smile widely.
“Thank you.” she remarked. At Sterling's nod, she grinned before nudging him towards her bed. Confused but obeying, the stallion laid on his back while the mare positioned her rear above his head. “Now we get to see how well you can return the pleasure.” she said before her magic aura surrounded her panties.
Cross was transfixed as he watched her slowly lower the cloth confines down her legs, the teasing display as theatrical as it was arousing to see. The small puckered star of her anus first came into view, her tail still being kept high due to her own arousal. He saw just how much she was enjoying herself when her marehood came into view. Having only ever witnessed passing glances at other mares walking along the street, the stallion found himself transfixed at the puffy, swollen lips revealed to him. Cadance could feel the intensity of his stare as her marehood was put on display, certain that her wet lips were like a gleaming treasure to the stallion.
“You’ve never been treated to a mare’s crevice this close before, have you?” she asked, the nub of her clitoris throbbing once as she spoke. “Are you satisfied with mine being your first? Tell your princess the truth.” Cadance asked. Her tail slowly brushed his cheek as his eyes never wavered, drinking in every detail while watching one droplet of her arousal trickle down from the top of her marehood to the bottom, falling to his chest.
“...b-beautiful...” he stammered before licking his lips. “M-May I...touch it?”
“Yes, you may.” Cadance assured, giving her rump a small wiggle for him to enjoy.
Cross looked to her folds before lifting a hoof up and slowly tugging on the side to spread it wider. Even this one act made his heart race, with the way his hoof sank into her cheek as it exposed her lips moreso. Cadance let out a happy sigh above him, resting her front on his barrel as he held her up with his other hoof. Her scent greeted his nose as he leaned closer, an aroma that was heady as it was intoxicating.
“Here. Let me give you a closer look.” Cadance remarked. The princess scooted back, allowing him to keep his head on the pillow as her rear smothered down onto him. Her cheeks pressed around his face, but the arousing smell of her nethers dashed away any concerns. Nuzzled into the cleft of her butt, he couldn't stop the sigh of pleasure as she washed over his senses, a sweet smell that pushed him on.
Cadance sighed in contentment as he continued worshiping her rear. His eagerness to pleasure her was present in his actions: with the way his hooves rubbed and squeezed her butt cheeks around his head while his breath tickled at her skin. The hot air teased at her winking folds, making her wiggle her rump around him more. Hearing him gasp, she loosed one herself as his tongue came into contact with her skin, right on the edge of her folds. His muzzle paused in its nuzzling motion of her rear as he heard her gasp.
“There you go, Cross. Right there.” She praised as she pushed her rump back into him more. This served only to further bury his muzzle into her butt, but he bore no argument against it. Rather, judging by how his arousal was slowly twitching to life before her, he relished the idea of getting to worship her rear.
For the learning stallion's part, his kiss to her folds was accidental; he'd been almost too lost in savoring the warmth and plushness of her rump to notice. But her words guided him to act on. Steadying himself mentally, Cross' tongue came into play and began to slowly trace the edge of her folds, licking up what droplets of her juices had fallen. Her taste was sweet, mixing well with the light traces of sweat on her fur. But a shake of her rump against him made him wonder if he wasn't doing it right. So instead, he took a leap of faith and plunged his tongue as deep as it could go into her cavern, his muscle immediately being greeted by a hot, musky sensation as her taste washed over his tongue.
Cadance whipped her head back and gasped lightly. That had certainly been unexpected; perhaps he wasn't so clueless as she thought? “Very g-good, Cross!” she exclaimed.
The stallion withdrew momentarily, fresh air greeting him as he looked over her rump to her red-cheeked face. “Good? Keep going?”
“Cross, if you ever meet a mare who doesn't enjoy feeling that? Get another mare. Now keep going. Your princess wishes for more!” She commanded.
He was all too happy to oblige, and Cross once more buried himself and his tongue into her nethers. Her personal honeypot welcomed him gladly, drops of her feminine juices dripping onto his tongue as it slowly explored and swirled around her inner caverns. Cadance moaned freely, a vocal encouragement to Cross, as her tail swished and batted his head. His hooves kept busy by slowly caressing her flank and rear in turn, leaving no part of her rump untouched. Cadance's hind legs quivered lightly under his efforts, but she kept upright as she didn't want to suffocate him. She wasn't sure if he'd be as into that as Shining was.
Cross' efforts soon brought Cadance close to her peak, but he was missing the key part of pleasuring a mare most. Lifting herself up off of him, Cadance kept frustration out of her tone as she spoke up. “Cross. You're doing well. Very well. I'm almost there.” she said. Her calm betrayed her raging libido within.
“D-did I do something wrong?” he asked, his muzzle shining with her juices stained upon it.
“No, not at all! I'm just going to show you something.” Cadance lifted her tail high and used her magic to tug at her pussy's edge, a moan escaping her while pulling so he could easily see her quivering depths. Cross' attention was drawn to a swollen nub that throbbed before his eyes at the base of her marehood. It pulsed every few seconds, her juices dripping around it and onto his chest. “I want you to touch my clit, Cross. Play with it. Your Princess orders you to.”
Cross nodded and she lowered herself again, once more being treated to his tongue's steadily growing skill of pleasuring her. This time though, his tongue sought out that nub she showed him, and with an eager cry from the mare, knew he'd found it. It was as if his devious tongue had found her hotspot; she bucked and ground her hips into his muzzle and face as he toyed with the sensitive button. Encouraged, he soon assaulted her marehood with vigor, bringing Cadance steadily closer until she could bear no more.
“Oh, Cross! I'm-I'm gonna. I'm gonna cum. Oh Celestia, I'm gonna cum!” she panted out. Sparks were firing in her loins as he never ceased his actions, swirling his tongue around it before closing his lips on it to suckle. “I'm cumming!”
Cross' eyes widened as her marehood squirted a vast amount of marecum onto his muzzle and tongue. He gladly drank of it, letting her shower him with the musky fluids as she shivered above him, letting himself be lost amidst the plush softness of her rump squeezed around his head as well as the sweet tang of her nethers pouring into his mouth.
When Cadance finally came down from her orgasmic high, she relented and eased up off of him, moving to lie beside him as Cross too regained his breath. Before he could speak, she slowly kissed her lips to his. The taste of herself was an added amenity to the act, fanning the flames still burning inside her. “Not bad, Cross. Never forget to pleasure all of a mare's parts. If you do, you'll have a frustrated partner struggling to enjoy herself.”
Sterling nodded, blushing as he eyed her. “Y-yes, Cadance. Um. This...is kinda a one time thing. Isn't it?” he asked.
Cadance rolled a hoof lightly, her flushed cheeks remaining as she still basked in the orgasmic afterglow. For being such a quiet stallion, he sure had an active tongue when put to task. “Not necessarily. You needn't worry of any emotional attachment, my dear Cross. I am bound only to my husband, and he to I. Besides, I couldn't keep you from pursuing your own heart's wishes.”
“M-my heart's wishes?” he repeated.
Cadance giggled. “You forget who I am so easily? Was I merely a plaything to you, Cross?” she teased, humored as he flailed in protest.
“I'm referring to your crush on miss Autumn Glimmer. Now now. Don't be so afraid of it.” She reassured as he clenched his teeth. “I'm quite sure she'd love to go out on a date with you.”
“Do you...I mean, has she ever said?” he asked of her.
“To me personally? No, she has not. But I know when your feelings are most earnest, and when I say the name 'Autumn Glimmer',” she paused to prod his chest lightly with the tip of her hoof, “I can feel your heart give a little bounce. Magic never lies, especially with the heart. You just need to believe in yourself, as much as you believe in me, and I'm certain you can give your best for her.
“W-well, after today, my self-confidence has to go up a little. I mean...I just got to do all that with you.” he says, chuckling shyly.
“Indeed. And we're still not done yet even.” she said playfully, smirking as he blinked owlishly at her. “Or did you think I would be satisfied with just getting one climax out of you?”
Cross' face turned maroon as he caught on. “A-are you sure? I mean...I'm sure I'm nowhere as good as others, and-” his protests were cut off as Cadance's hoof caressed his cheek and turned him back to face her.
“You have done better already than most would. Let that be another point to remember; attend to your lover, and she'll attend to you.” she said. At his nod, she grinned wider. “Now...to reward you for your energetic efforts, perhaps I can reward you with something you'd like?”
Cross' forehooves curled up on his chest in a shy expression. It only served to make Cadance smile wider. “Something I'd like?” he repeated.
“Oh, yes. Perhaps a certain kink or position, or something I can do for you to give you that spark to be ready to go.” she offered. “You don't need to worry about being judged. Your pleasure is mine as well.” she added.
Cross was silent for a moment, wrapped up in his thoughts as he looked her over. Cadance permitted his quiet pondering but followed his gaze to her belly. The mounds of her soft and supple teats remained untouched as of yet. Looking back to him, she met his eyes and grinned.
“Oh, would you like to play with my teats, Cross?” she questioned.
“I've heard tales that some mares get really...swollen sometimes.” he stammered as she moved to seat herself on his outstretched hind legs, spreading her own self so her marehood and teats were on display.
“Hmm...I think I can easily indulge such a desire.” she mused before her horn came alight as her magic surrounded her sensitive mounds. A cooing sound left her muzzle as she worked her spell, Cross' eyes widening as her mounds began to grow. Opening her eyes, she watched as he remained transfixed on her steadily swelling teats. A blush came to her features as she wondered how she appeared; yet by the stallion's look, she was as beautiful as ever.
When the spell finally stopped, she sat before him with an impressive set of mounds that easily dwarfed beyond the average size. If she stood on her four legs, she was sure her teats would jiggle and shake with even the smallest of steps. A small sigh escaped her as she could even feel liquid trickling from the now swollen nubs. “Oh dear...look at this mess I'm making, Cross.” she said theatrically, spreading her legs wider as her mounds rested on his legs. He could feel their weight, she was sure, as the white milk left her nubs to drip onto the bed and his fur. “Be a dear and help this poor mare, hmm?”
It was all of two seconds before he moved and was upon her. He laid on his front before bringing his muzzle down to nuzzle the leaky teats, the crotchtits giving a small jiggle from his brush against them. His fascination made her keep the spell in mind for trying with Shining; he always did find fun things to try for them both, and this certainly did enrapture this stallion. When his lips clasped around her nub and began to suckle, she couldn't help the moan that escaped her as he drank from her tap, her milk flowing into his maw in steady drips and slurps as he went.
Yet instead of remaining there, he soon lifted himself up, his arousal slapping into his belly idly and remaining upright as he looked to her. “C-could I...stroke myself between them too? Your majesty?”
If not for the arousing air between them, Cadance would have found his fixation and abject wonder at her swollen teats to be humorous. But she nodded, lying on her back to give him easier access as he moved with her, straddling her mounds and carefully rubbing himself against her. Her tail curled around his hind leg, a gentle motion that reassured him as he took hold of his length and slowly wedged it between the makeshift valley of her tit-cleavage.
Cross closed his eyes and moaned at the mixture of sensations greeting his mottled length. The silk-like caress of her fur against his sensitive skin, the heat and squishiness of her mounds surrounding his cock, even the way his balls were pressed to her wet marehood as he rubbed himself back and forth. The experience was like he'd hoped, the fantasy coming to life as he continuously moved between her teats.
“So soft...I could do this forever.” he mumbled, opening his eyes to look down to the sultry eyes of Cadance watching him. Her grin made him smile sheepishly back at her. “I'm sorry. I-I'm being a little selfish, huh?”
“Not at all, my dear Cross.” The princess assured as he slowed down. “That said, you certainly appear ready for the final act. Are you ready to go all the way?” Her question made his cock twitch, and he slowly nodded before scooting back. Remaining on her back, Cadance kept her legs spread wide as he took hold of himself and aligned his tip to her entrance. Waiting patiently, she let him set the pace as he braced himself for one of the most memorable moments of his life.
“I-I can't believe I'm about to finally...” he trailed off and gulped, forcing down his nervous excitement. “I-I'm gonna put it in now.” he told the waiting pink princess.
“Whenever you're ready, Cross.” she cooed to him, rubbing a hoof on her spread pussy and moaning softly. The enticing image she made before him gave him the final instinctual push to penetrate her. Her cavern parted for his thickness as the tip entered first, the blunted head spreading her wide as he began. With held breath, Cross closed his eyes. Even with just the tip, it was like being pressed into a tight, wet tunnel that was eager to have him.
Cadance's arousal was winning out over her patience as he continued to slowly penetrate her. She could appreciate allowing somepony to take their time, as one might expect. But if he took too long, he'd blow his second load without even getting to satisfy her. With that in mind, Cadance summoned a small orb of energy at the small of Cross' back, and with a well-timed nudge, forced him to plunge the rest of himself into her in one swoop.
Sterling Cross' world became fixated on the sensation of her pussy surrounding his cock. Every wet, gripping inch that held him was a loving embrace, and words failed him as he tried to describe it. All of the labors he'd suffered, the work he'd done, the worries and woes all left him in that instance. Here, in this moment, he was purely a stallion being welcomed into a world of pleasure that was happy to have him.
“Y-you're so...wet and hot, inside...” he panted out.
“And you're very filling, my noble guard.” Cadance cooed as she basked in the feeling of fullness his length was giving her. It was nothing on Shining's; very few things could be with what he wielded. But she still savored the sensation of his member as he slowly moved, twitching inside her as he reared back before pushing in once more. “Good. Nice and-ooh!-deep.” she encouraged.
For Cross, it was the hardest test of his self-control he had yet mustered. Part of him was screaming to just rut and let go of worrying; but the other half knew it would be so much worth it to live in the moment as much as he could. He might never get another chance. His pace remained fixed at the slow strokes he had, allowing him to feel every motion of her pussy tugging on his cock to try and keep him inside. His medial ring would sometimes catch on her clit, making her release a small squeal of pleasure as her juices flowed down onto his base and balls.
He pressed on, continuing to plow into her nethers until he slowed to a stop, deep breaths coming and going from his clenched teeth. Cadance, feeling him stop, rose up on her forehooves to see his sweating, strained expression. “Cross? Are you ok?”
“Y-yes, Cadance. Just...trying to not ruin the fun too early.” He answered. He could feel himself throbbing intensely inside her canal; how he hadn't lost control yet was a miracle.
“Aww...I knew I made a good choice in choosing you.” Cadance remarked, rewarding him with a tense squeeze of her inner walls around his length, making him moan. “But don't fret over that. This is your first time; it never lasts long. Let me take over, dear.”
Before he could respond, Cadance pulled back slightly before pushing on his chest. Cross found himself on his back, Cadance above him as their joined nethers ground against each other, the pleasant friction making her moan as he did before coming to rest with him hilted into her marehood. “See? Much more comfortable for you.” She panted out, a light sheen of sweat on her brow as she slowly rolled her hips, continuing to stir her depths with his stallionhood as he held her by the flanks for balance. Flicking her mane over her shoulder, she began to rise and fall, strings of her juices clinging to his length with every pass when she lifted up.
The guard's defenses were being smashed into with every pass she made. Her teats bounced and made a light slap onto her crotch as she rode him, droplets of milk falling onto him and the bed as they shook. Her moans of enjoyment were music to his ears, and he gave in to his desires as he bucked up into her waiting nethers when she came down to meet him. The added motion gave her and him more pleasure, but it could only last so long.
“Cadance...I can't. Hold out.” he grunted out as he breathed quickly, running through as ragged a pace as his training ever gave him. The lustful alicorn only bounced rougher, unimpeded by his warning.
“Tell me when you're ready! I want to feel it!” she demanded through the slaps of his crotch meeting hers.
“This. Is! Your. Warning!” he replied.
His cock suddenly was freed from her hot depths, making him gasp as she pulled herself up and off of him. Turning, her winking folds continued to drip with juices as she sat on his chest. Cadance ground her rump into his chest and gripped his cock with both hooves, stroking vigorously to push him over the edge while her mouth remained wide open. When his back arched, she closed her eyes and groaned in pleasure as his seed rained down onto her waiting face and muzzle. It came in thick strands, the stench of his cum filling her senses when it got on her nose. Continuing to stroke him throughout, she licked and slurped on the tip to milk as much of him she could. Only when he ceased climaxing and went limp on the bed did she stop.
Cum streaked through her multicolored mane, the princess-turned-sex fiend set about cleaning herself, enjoying the taste of him on her tongue as she cleaned her muzzle and her hooves of what she could scoop up. Looking to the panting stallion, she smiled in satisfaction, knowing he was happy. “And there we are. One stallion's virginity, claimed by the virginity fairy.” she said aloud.
“Huh? What?” Cross mumbled as he opened an eye to look down to her.
“Oh, don't worry. It's a little joke. More importantly...” she trailed off as she cupped his balls.
“Ready for round three?”
***
Several days later found Cadance admiring the view outside from the window of her room. Her experience with Sterling Cross had certainly been a memorable one, a good start to her and Shining's plan. Though she never brought it up with Cross in private, she took a small amount of pride in the blush that would cover his cheeks when their eyes would meet. The stallion himself was doing well now, she knew. Watching from her window, she could see him and Autumn Glimmer trotting through the castle grounds together, moving closer together as their tail wound around one another's.
“All he needed was somepony to open him up. I wonder whose next?” Cadance said aloud, thinking as she tapped her chin with a hoof.
“Maybe one of the gardeners?”
Author's Note
Credit to Ebony Stallion for use of his OC for this story. Many kudos, Ebony! Also credit goes to Cloperella for helping edit this piece.
Cadance begins her quest to usher in a new generation for her kingdom! Of course, one can only wonder what mischief Shining will get up to. Do you want to find out?
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