Parents' Night Out

There is something about that little green foal that you just can’t shake. Maybe it was the strong masculine form that he had, especially for his age. Perhaps it was the way he smelled, or the way that he obeyed everything that you asked of him so promptly. It could be his innocent voice... full of caring and compassion.

Get a hold of yourself, Cadance. Can’t be fantasizing about him like this. Not in class.

The clock can’t move fast enough today, not after Anon's parents called you to babysit again tonight. Your prize from the first night is beginning to lose his scent anyway. Not because you haven't kept it safe, of course. You simply use it too much. Then again, maybe you didn't grab a pair that was dirty enough, a mistake you won’t make again. Using them to get off three times a day for the last week shouldn't have wore them out that fast.

Maybe you shouldn't lick them...

The taste of the fabric and the smell return to your thoughts, and you suddenly can't get his naked form out of your mind. The smell of your musk begins to fill the room and you dig your face into your book.

How embarrassing. Then again, self control has never been your strong suit.

The school bell comes to your rescue at last, and you gallop to your locker, leaving a tiny, hopefully unnoticable puddle on your desk chair. Opening up your locker, you put away your books and check your hair in the mirror.

Just a quick brushing is all it needs, really. Got to look your best for your date tonight. You blush at the thought of what tonight holds. You’re going to step it up a notch this time. Butterflies fill your stomach as various steamy ideas fill your head.

"Hey Cadance!"

The familiar stallion's voice finds it's way to you and you let out groan of frustration.Come on, you are the princess of love. You can manage this. Again. You put on a little smile, and try to sound less annoyed.

"Oh! Hi Shining."

The tall white stallion approaches you with a wide smile. The other girls always say that just his smile could make a mare wet. You never quite understood what they see in him.

Besides, he isn't your little Anon. Even if he IS technically your boyfriend. You guess. School politics are weird.

"Hey, uh. I was hoping maybe I could take you out to a movie tonight. There is a brand new one out that I think you would like."

You try your hardest to look sympathetic rather than relieved as you say the next words.

"Oh... um. I'm sorry Shining... I gotta go babysitting again tonight... maybe tomorrow? I'm not busy tomorrow."

He gives you a half-hearted smile, but looks genuinely disappointed. Poor guy, but you can’t be bothered with setting aside any time tonight. You have plans to unfurl.

"Oh... well I had plans with the guys to play some games..." he says with a shrug.

"Well... that's fine. You should have fun!"

You've practiced this face enough times for it to be second nature now. False encouragement time.

"Uh... well. I could always reschedule with them you know. I mean... it's just a game right?" he says.

You wrap your hooves around him and smile up into his face.

"Sounds good then. Tomorrow at 7?"

"Yeah... sure," he says, conflicted.

He at least seems a little encouraged by this, and you give him a quick squeeze before finishing up with your books. You close your locker and begin to head out to the front.

"Uh... Cadance?"

"Yes dear?"

"Uhm... you've been babysitting a whole lot lately... and it's always on the weekends when I try to plan a date..."

Oh boy. You know what he's thinking.

"Hey.... shhh."

You trot up to him and plant a big kiss on his lips. He kisses you back, and your horns touch lightly and create a magical spark.

"I'm yours... okay?" you say as sweetly as if it were true.

He smiles back down to you.

"Yeah... thanks babe."

You give him another quick hug, then continue on your way towards the front. You give him a wink as you call over your shoulder.

"See you tomorrow!"

It's just beginning to get dark outside when you walk down the path through the manicured lawn to Anon's house. You’re carrying a bag full of goodies for tonight, and you carefully run through the game plan through your head one more time.

Tonight is going be a good night. You’re sure of it. With confidence in your step and warmth in your heart, you stride up to the front of the house and knock on the door.

You hear the sound of knocking from where you’re sitting by the TV and glance up from your game. It looks like Cadance is here. Jumping off the couch, you head to the door to let her in.

"Hi, Cadance. Come on in," you say.

She smiles at you.

"Thanks, Anon!"

You hold the door open for her as she steps inside and sets down her bag. Then you return to the TV and sit back down in your usual spot. The cartoons that are on right now aren't really interesting, but it gives you something to pass the time and you’re happy to continue doing it.

"Is all your homework done for today?" Cadance asks you.

"Not yet, but I'll get to it in a little bit."

"Well, how about we get it done now? I brought a movie tonight that we could watch."

She almost sounds impatient. Maybe you should have gotten all your homework done sooner.

"A movie?" you ask.

"Yeah! It's a really good one too."

Huh. You consider the prospect of a movie. Well, assuming it’s not a movie for babies or anything like that, it'll probably be better than watching these boring old cartoons.

"Okay. That sounds fun. I'll go do my math homework."

You run up the stairs to grab your bookbag. You stop in the doorway to look around your room for a moment, crinkling your nose a little. Ugh. This room is really messy. You know your mom would probably freak out if she saw it like this. But...you’ll have to do it later.

As you head back downstairs, you decide to change things up by trying to jump to the bottom from the fourth step. Aw yeah. You're so cool. And then you abruptly realize that you don't have wings and that it’s a pretty long way to that next step. It’s too late to catch yourself, and you fall sharply forward. The sound of you trying to move the ground with your face alerts Cadance.

"OW!" you groan out, rubbing your now very sore face.

Before you can pick yourself up, Cadance rushes over to you.

"Ohmygosh! Are you alright, Anon?"

She helps you up to your feet with practiced care and looks into your eyes. You can see how concerned she is just from her expression. You try to put on a brave face so she won’t see how much it hurts.

"Yeah... I'm fine. J-just slipped," you say.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Nowhere. I'm fine."

Your massive headache tells you otherwise, and the slight trickle of blood from your nose gives away your lie to Cadance. She chews her lip worriedly.

"Stay here and keep your head back."

You look to the ceiling and feel the blood from your nose run down the back of your throat. It's not like you’re a stranger to this whole deal. Since you’re kind of..different than all the others at school, you’ve been bullied all the time for about as long as you can remember. Bloody noses are kind of par for the course.

Cadance comes back into the room with some tissues, a glass of water, and a couple of aspirin. She holds them out to you in one hoof.

"Here. Take these."

You drop the little pills into your mouth and swallow hard. She hands you the water, and you drain the glass before you rise from the floor. Cadance nods, seeming satisfied, and wipes the blood from your face with the tissues.

"There we go,” she says gently. “That looks better. How's it feel?"

"It's alright... I guess. My nose stings a little."

You’re not even lying this time, and she somehow seems to know it. She smiles and looks down to you. Then, Cadance closes her eyes and leans in closer towards you.

Your throat locks up. Is she going to kiss you again? You’ve kinda hoped this would happen tonight... ever since she tucked you in last time. She places a friendly hoof on your shoulder and lightly kisses your nose. Pulling herself away slowly, she opens her eyes a little.

"There, is that better?"

Her tone right now sounds much more caring than you’re used to. Maybe ‘caring’ isn't the best word? You've only heard this kind of tone before when your mom and dad come home from a date.

Sometimes you hear your mom say things in that kind of soft, tender way to your dad, but she says things so gently that you can’t hear enough to understand. You find it weird, because normally you can’t hear them come home, but lately you've been hearing them every time.

You must be developing super hearing. It's the only reasonable answer.

Either way, you can feel yourself becoming warmer and you aren't quite able to look at Cadance directly right now.

"Y-yeah,” you mumble. “Better.”

She gives you a warm smile and giggles a little.

"Good. Now let's get that homework done, alright?"

"Okay."

You go out to the kitchen table and take your books from your book bag. Spreading everything out on the table, you take a look at what you have left to do. Unfortunately, it looks like there are only the hard problems left. Great. Double digit multiplication is so hard! But maybe, with a little help...

"Uhm... Cadance?"

"Yeah Anon?"

"Could I... uh... get your help?"

Without hesitation, she pulls up a chair next to you.

"Of course."

You look down at Anon, barely noticing the paper containing an array of numbers and problems in front of him. He’s fixated on the task ahead of him, but you’re a little fixated on something else. You try to stay on track.

"Ok, so what's the homework about?" you ask.

"Multiplication."

You have to stop yourself from nearly springing your own bloody nose. The sudden thought of Anon, naked on his bed fills your mind. The way he’d look up at you, the way he’d ask so politely:

"Cadance... would you please teach me how to multiply?"

Cadance.

Come on. Focus.

"Oh. Okay."

He glances up at you with those innocent eyes.

"Are you good at multiplying, Cadance?"

You can't help yourself. The smell of fresh lilac is slowly beginning to seep into the room, and you can feel yourself getting wet. You try to hold yourself together.

"Yeah. I'd like to think so," you mutter, savoring the implication.

"Okay. Well the first one is thirteen times fourteen."

You scoot closer to him and feign interest in the problem.

"Well, show me what you would do to set up the question," you say.

"Okay. We write it out like we’re adding big numbers first. Then put the times sign.”

You wrap a hoof around Anon and lean in close to watch him work. He smells wonderful, and you try not to think about it, with little success.

"Then we do three times four which is twelve,” Anon says. “Carry the one. Then three times one which is three. Plus…”

Then, he pauses. Indecision wracks his features as his words trail off. A hoof comes to his forehead as he tries to focus.

“Plus the one is four,” you say, stepping in. His pencil goes to work, then he looks up to you for confirmation. “Good job. Now for the One."

You let him do the next step on his own.

"Then one times fourteen is fourteen! Fifty-six!" he says triumphantly.

"You are very close!” you tell him, doing your best to be encouraging. “You have to add a zero for the second number."

"Ooohh. Yeah. So then it would be..."

He scribbles some more notes, looking very intently at the math problem. At last, he sits back in his chair a little.

"182?"

"Good job!"

After that, everything clicks and he seems to actually understand. You watch in pride as he continues through the page, carefully completing each step just like he did when you walked him through it. Before long, he's able to get all the way to tthe final question without any help.

"You are doing a great job, Anon,” you say. “How about I make dinner before we watch our movie?"

"Okay. What are we having?"

"Something special I brought over."

You head over to your bag and pull out your cooking supplies. It may seem to be just some fresh lettuce, carrots, cabbage, and some other supplies for a dinner salad, but appearances are misleading. This is a very special salad, with some special dressing. It's all homemade. You had to stay up almost all last night rubbing yourself to get enough juices to make it.

You take your dinner supplies into the kitchen and find a few bowls to prepare the meal.

"I hope you like salad, Anon! This one is extra special."

"I like salad. What kind of dressing?"

You giggle.

"It's a secret. I made it myself."

He doesn’t ask any further questions, and you get to work. After preparing the dinner with love and care, you carry Anon's bowl to him and he closes his books. He looks down at the salad and seems genuinely excited. Little does he know, you are too.

"Wow. This looks really good."

"Thanks. Here..."

You levitate the bottle of your dressing over his meal, and pour it out onto his salad. His eyes are filled with desire and hunger. His mouth almost looks like it’s watering. If only you could just take him now.

You pull the bottle away and head to get your bowl. Salad dressing isn't really your thing anyway, hopefully he won’t mind if you don’t put any on yours. You sit down across him at the table and pass him a fork. He takes it from you and immediately takes a big jab at the salad. You watch your juices slowly drip off the crispy leaves as he brings it to his lips. Gradually, you bring a hoof to your nethers and touch yourself.

You eat methodically, pretending you just really enjoy the salad and hoping he doesn’t notice the flush in your cheeks.

"This is really great Cadance,” he says through a mouthful of greens. “It's sorta sweet. What's in it?"

You let out a quiet moan behind closed lips.

"It's a secret."

Tingles shoot up your legs as you watch him take bite after ravenous bite. If you don't pace yourself, you are going to cum right here and now. You lift your bowl with your magic, hoping that he doesn't notice you hastily cleaning up the mess you made on the chair.

Thinking that you've finished your meal, he licks his bowl clean. You suppress another moan. This just isn't fair. At this rate, you’re going to push your limits and break your own rules tonight. You might just want this colt a little too much for your own good.

"That was really great, Cadance!" you say enthusiastically. “You’re a great chef!”

She takes the bowl away from you, looking a little uncomfortable for some reason. Then, you take your backpack, full of books and papers, up to your room. While you’re thinking about it, you decide to test something. You step out into the hallway by your room. With a normal tone, you say to the empty hall:

"Cadance?"

She doesn’t answer. The sound from here must not carry as far as you thought it did. Weird. If that’s the case, why have you been hearing your parents so well then? Oh well. You head back downstairs, still thinking it over.

Normally you wouldn't care about hearing things so clearly. In fact, you actively tried to listen in on private conversations during Hearth's Warming Eve. Anything to find out what presents you were getting. However, the situation was different this time. For some reason, you were distinctly hearing your parents giving each other massages. What else could it be? They would say things like "It feels so good..." and "Oh yeah, right there." It fits. The moaning would make sense too.

Maybe you should ask Cadance about it. You don’t even care that she’s a girl pony. There’s just something... different about her. Something that you can’t quite put your hoof on. It makes you feel fuzzy on the inside, and makes you smile a lot. Heading back downstairs, you find Cadance laying down on the couch putting the movie in with her magic.

She's under a blanket again, all bundled up. Cadance sure does get cold easy.

"Are you cold, Cadance?"

She jumps a little at the sound of your voice. Maybe you startled her when you came in unannounced.

"Oh! Uh. Yeah I'm a little cold."

She sounds uncomfortable again, and you suddenly have the urge to be nice to her somehow. Your throat goes dry as you struggle to find what you were going to say next. She giggles at you.

"Are you cold too, Anon?" she asks sweetly.

You slowly nod. You aren’t too cold, to be honest, but being warm sounds nice right now, especially with her. She opens up the blanket to you and pats a part of the couch where you can lay next to her.

"Come here and sit next to me. We can warm each other up, alright?"

"Okay."

Cuddling.

No magic required to make that happen, it just needed messing with the thermostat. And so far, it’s working like a charm. Anon makes his way over to you and gets underneath the blanket with his back turned to you. He smells so nice. Just like you've been dreaming.

You dim the lights with your magic a little bit, and then turn on the movie. The title sequence for the brand new Daring Doo movie begins to play. You can see Anon light up.

"OH MY GOSH! This isn't even in theaters yet!"

You giggle and ruffle his mane with one hoof.

"I thought you’d like this."

Being a princess really has its perks sometimes, including getting unreleased movies for private consumption. Anon's eyes are transfixed on the screen, but your mind is elsewhere. Slowly you place your hoof on Anon's side and get a good whiff of his mane. Oh yes... that's it.

He feels so warm there, and he’s so deeply cuddled into you. If you've been doing everything right, this next little thing should work perfectly. Very carefully, you work your hoof up his side towards his collarbone. Things are going well until...

"Cadance?"

Oh shit. Abort.

"Yeah?"

He’s silent a moment, and you hold your breath in anticipation.

"You’re really soft..." he says at last.

"Is that bad?" you ask, backing away.

"No... I really like it."

You can feel yourself blush a darker than usual pink.

"Thanks, Anon."

The feel of his velvety fur on your hoof is addictive. Lucky for you, he’s so enthralled by the movie that he doesn’t seem to notice how much you’re enjoying this. As time passes and the movie goes on, you move your hoof all the way up to his chest.

"Cadance?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind if I pull the blanket down a bit? I'm getting kinda overheated."

"Of course Anon, go ahead. I don't mind."

He pauses the movie and you watch him tug the blanket down past his shoulders, revealing his lightly tufted chest. You can feel your juices running down your hind leg simply from looking at him. He pushes play on the movie and then snuggles back into you.

This is almost too much. His scent is all around you, and you fear where your touch will tread if you wrap your hooves all the way around him again. But you can’t take it anymore. That's it. You just have to.

You wrap yourself around him and bring your lips to his neck. His fur tastes amazing and the warmth of it makes your hooves travel across his torso. You can feel his body shiver with every little kiss.

All at once, you come back to yourself. Nonononono! You stupid filly, this is way too aggressive! You might have just ruined everything, stop now before it’s too late! You draw your head back from his neck and start to watch the movie again. After a bit, he squirms a little next to you and speaks.

"Um..."

Your heart sinks. He sounds so uneasy. It's over. That little slip up will take days to fix. This is why you don't fall in love with the colts, Cadance.

"Why did you stop?" he asks quietly.

You blink down at him in surprise.

"Huh?"

"I... kinda liked that. It was weird... but I liked it."

He turns to you. You continue to just stare at him, dumbfounded.

"What was that?” he asks, ever so innocently. “That you were doing, I mean."

"Uhm..."

Quickly, you try to think of something, anything to excuse what you just did.

"It was... a massage.”

"Oh…” he says thoughtfully. “I can see why Mom and Dad give them to each other then."

You can't take it anymore. This is too good an opportunity to pass up.

"Would you like to have a better massage, Anon?" you ask.

He thinks about it, then nods. Perfect.

"Well... it is getting late. How about I give you a massage in the bath?"

You try to hide the eagerness from your voice. He looks around a little uncomfortably and his cheeks go a little pink.

"It's what mommies and daddies do..." you say, trying to make it sound normal. “It’ll feel really nice.”

Anon turns around and looks deep into your lustful eyes. His innocence almost makes you a little guilty for what you are about to do.

Almost.

"Yeah... I'd like to try it. I think."

You smile down at him.

"Okay. We can finish the movie next time."

He nods.

You lead him by a hoof up the stairs to the bathroom. You shut the door carefully behind you, resisting the urge to lock it. No need for that. Not just yet. Bending over, you flick your tail to reveal your marehood to him, hopefully putting an idea or two in his head. While you’re bent over, you turn on the hot water and begin to run the bath.

This is really weird. While a part of you is really uncomfortable with all of this, another part of you really wants to do this with her. For her. You are also really curious about the 'Mommy and Daddy massage' she mentioned. Is it what you heard your parents doing before? Because they sounded like they really liked it.

Cadance's tail keeps flicking around and you happen to catch a brief look at her privates. You’d better not tell her or else she might get mad. You’re not supposed to look at things like that, you should stop. But... a part of you wants to keep looking.

Stealing a glance here and there isn't that hard, and you do it a few times without her seeming to notice. Once the bath is full, she turns off the water and get's into the tub.

"Anon, you can get in now."

You slowly move to the tub, and that's when it hits you. You’ll have to step over her to get into the bath and she’ll be looking right at your privates, at eye-level. There’s no way around it. You’ll just have to do your best to stay as far back from her as possible and try to keep yourself...hidden. Covering your privates with one hoof, you take a step into the tub.

All at once, your hoof finds a wet spot on the tile, and you suddenly slip. You can feel yourself lose your balance, and you fall sideways with a yelp and splash. Water flies across the tile as you lay, legs spread in an attempt to catch yourself, at the foot of the tub.

Cadance moves her hoof a little, probably checking to see if you’re ok, and immediately gazes down at your privates.

"S-sorry,” you mutter.

You hastily move to cover yourself up again.

"Hey... it's okay," she croons.

Turning away, you still try to hide yourself from her. You don't want her to see your bright red face, or any other parts of you, on accident. That was so embarrassing. You can’t believe that happened.

"Here..." she says from behind you.

You turn around and see Cadance with her legs spread widely, just like yours were.

"You can look too."

Her privates are in open view underneath the water. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you don’t turn away this time. In fact, you feel yourself moving towards her impulsively, bringing your face closer to it to get a better look. Then, all at once, she covers herself back up.

"That's it."

You look up at her with a pouty face. That wasn’t fair, you didn’t get a great look like she did. But then again, her face is really red too and she's biting her lower lip. She must be embarrassed, like you were.

"Okay," you say reluctantly.

"Now turn around and sit in-between my legs."

Doing as you are told, you sit close to Cadance and she begins to wash your back and mane. As she does, you feel her kiss your neck and shoulders again, like she did on the couch. The sensation sends shivers throughout your body. Her soapy hooves trace your chest and hooves as she washes you clean. Slowly, she makes her way down to your legs...

"Could you stand up Anon?"

Oh no, if you do that...she'll see your butt. Isn’t that bad?

"Uhm... but... my butt would be in your face."

She giggles.

"You've been looking at my butt all night, Anon. It’s only fair."

How did she know!? Girls are weird. You slowly stand up, feeling exposed and vulnerable in front of her wandering eyes. Instinctively, you cover your privates. Her hooves trace from the bottom of your legs all the way up to your inner thighs in one long, slow stroke. She stops when she gets to the curve of your butt and takes a deep breath. You feel the soapy hooves wash your cheeks tenderly, but she doesn't spend a ton of time doing so. You’re glad it ends quickly, even if it does feel pretty nice.

"Alright... I’m almost done. Turn around, and put both hooves on my shoulders, ok? That way I can get your underside and belly."

Wait, but that would mean...

"Y-you sure?"

"Of course. I'm almost ready to start the massage."

"Oh...you mean that wasn't the massage?"

"No. I was just cleaning you."

"O-oh."

That was still kinda nice. If the massage is even better than that, it must feel really great! You turn around to face her, feeling a little embarrassed but with a driving curiosity. Cadance has got that warm smile on. The one that makes you feel like everything is going to be okay.

Without any instruction, you move your hooves away from your privates and set them on either shoulder.

She giggles.

“See? Everything’s fine.”

Yeah, nothing bad is happening. You feel a little less embarrassed. Cadance begins to wash the front part of your legs, slowly moving her way up to your belly and then downwards towards your privates. Suddenly, you begin to feel kind of funny. And not really a ticklish funny or a sick funny. Something else, something you’re not sure you’ve felt before. You look down to see your boy parts slowly getting bigger right before your eyes.

You stare in shock down at yourself. Is this normal? What's happening? But Cadance doesn’t seem upset by this, so you probably shouldn’t be either. You don’t want to seem like a scaredy cat in front of her, and if this is normal you should just act natural, right? She smiles and looks up to you, and the expression settles you a little.

"Are you ready?" she says, voice thick and sweet like honey.

You nod.

"Just tell me if you want to stop, alright?"

You nod again, knowing that you don’t really want to stop. Something feels really wrong about all of this. But you like it, and you don’t want it to end.

She takes her hooves and places them on your member. Soapy water starts to form a light lather along your shaft as Cadance begins to clean you. She strokes her hoof back and forth gently along the entire length.

This feels really weird. But not bad weird. You can feel your body begin to tighten up as you feel her continually rubbing your shaft. She brings her lips to the tip and kisses it tenderly. A surge of pleasure rings through your body as her soft, wet lips make contact with you. She smiles up at you.

"Oh... did you like that?"

You close your eyes and nod. You hear her giggle and feel the vibrations through her shoulders. You feel something warm and wet begin to cover you.

Opening your eyes, you look down to see Cadance's closed eyes and shining mane where your shaft once was. The feeling of what must be her tongue rubbing up and down on you is putting you through fits of pleasure with every stroke. Your heart beat increases and you begin to pant in time with her movements.

Then a new feeling begins fills your privates. It’s intense, and building by the second.

"Cadance..."

"Mmmh?"

The vibrations of her voice causes you to whip your head back and whimper. You try to find words to explain the feeling surging through you.

"I... think I'm going to pee."

She releases you from her mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting her lower lip and the tip of your privates. She’s smiling knowingly up at you, like everything it completely fine.

"Thats not pee,” she says comfortingly. “Go ahead and let it out, it’s ok. You’ll like it."

"Y-you sure?"

"Yeah Anon let it go... let it all out on me."

Well, if she says it’s OK…

Your hips begin to lightly thrust forward as her hoof quickly traces up and down your shaft. The weird sensation continues to build inside you, until it feels like an ache and an itch, but all in a good way.

Then, without warning, a massive string of white fluid shoots from the tip your member and spatters across Cadance's face. The feeling is amazing, like nothing you’ve ever known before, better than any massage you could have imagined. You let out a massive breath that feels like it’s been sitting in your lungs forever. Cadance places you inside her mouth again and begins to suck on you, a little more gently this time. You feel another pulse of fluid shoot out into her mouth, and you let out another long sigh.

"Mmmm," you hear and feel her murmur.

She begins to suck on you as if she were trying to get the last little bits of a drink from a straw. You whimper a little with how intense but wonderful it feels. Pulling herself off you one last time, Cadance gulps down the white stringy liquid in one swallow. Then she wipes off the rest off her cheek with her magic. She smiles at you and lets out a soft giggle.

"Did you like that?"

You nod your head slowly. Yes. A billion times yes.That was the best massage ever, and you want to make sure she knows it. Cadance’s smile broadens.

"Good. Now we have to keep this our little secret okay?" she says, whispering like someone might hear.

"Okay."

"Now go get ready for bed. I'll clean up in here."

Anon goes to grab a towel to dry himself off. You just sit there in the bath a moment longer, basking in the satisfaction of what you just did.

That was even better than you had dreamed it would be. The taste, the feeling! All the little noises he made. It was everything you wanted and needed, and so much more.Taking the last few drops of cum from your face with one hoof, you put it in your mouth to for a final taste.

It's so delicious. You memorize the texture and flavor.

Anon leaves the room as you begin to finish yourself off in the dirty bathwater. It doesn’t take too long, considering how much you've pent yourself up all night. It’s the work of a few minutes before you bite your lower lip and feel yourself cum into the same water you just pleasured him in. You whisper his name as you reach climax and the orgasm rolls through you over and over.

You catch your breath for a moment, then empty the water and ensure that the smell is wiped clean from the room. You dry yourself off, then head to Anon's room to tuck him in. He’s already in bed, the blanket pulled up around his stomach, covering the area you coveted not too long ago. As you enter, you spot another pair of underwear at the foot of the bed, presumably dirty from some special occasion. You slyly grab them when he’s looking away.

"Cadance?" he says hesitantly.

"Yes Anon?"

"Uhm..."

You can see him look away from you and blush a little. He's been nothing short of adorable this entire night. It’s turned you on so much, and even though you just finished, you find yourself lusting for him again. You want nothing more than to just ravage him right now and to make him call you his marefriend. It'll take everything in your power to not do that. Yet.

You smile warmly down at him as you wait for him to put his thoughts together in words. At last, he glances up at you sheepishly.

"Could you... call me Nonny?"

You feel your will beginning to shatter at just that simple request.

"Of course my little Nonny."

Now you see him blush really hard, a deep red spreading across his entire face, right down to his little ears.

"I really like you, Cadance,” he whispers.

Your face begins to lean in towards him, almost of its own will, and you feel your lips connect with his. He’s surprised when your mouth opens slightly and your tongue invites his to dance. You moan lightly into his mouth, and you’re beginning to press him closer when, all at once, a door slams from downstairs and shatters the mood.

Darn. The parents are home. You give a quick grin to Anon as you step away from the bed.

"I gotta go. I love you Nonny."

You zoom out of the room before he can reply. You swiftly teleport yourself and your underwear prize to the kitchen, where your bag sits open. You shove everything into the bag quickly, and follow up with a quick cleaning spell on the dishes and cooking area.You get the dressing out of the fridge, no sense letting the parents waste it, and put that in your bag too. Then it’s just one last quick spell to clean up your wet hair. It fluffs nicely, dried and styled as if at a salon.

Perfect.

You grab your bag and head into the living room where Anon's parents are waiting and seem to be angry. Hopefully not at you.

"Welcome home," you say with a smile.

The wife doesn’t even acknowledge your presence, and just stomps upstairs angrily. Anon's dad refuses to look at her, and approaches you with a solemn face.

"Thanks for taking care of Anon tonight."

"Is everything okay?" you venture.

He just sighs and shrugs his shoulders

"Yeah... I think so…” he says uncertainly. “She's just been... really uptight lately."

You nod. That much is pretty obvious.

"Here is your pay for tonight,” he says. “We will give you a call when we go out next. It’ll likely be soon if… well, she’s still like this."

"Alright, well, just let me know."

He hands you your payment in a small pouch and with a quick thanks to him, you head outside and shut the front door behind you. You glance inside the pouch and find what looks like the same phone number that he gave you last time. You grimace at it. But then, you begin to think it over.

Anon's father's intentions are pretty clear at this point... but... it gives you an interesting idea. You know that someday you will need to have Anon all to yourself, in someplace private where you won’t need to worry about his parents walking in.

Maybe this cheating husband is actually your golden opportunity.