Parents' Night Out

Sometimes you have to do something you hate in order to be with somepony you love. That's what you had to learn a long time ago while studying the power of love in Equestria. And you reached a point with Anon the other night that... you can’t keep up this illusion at school any longer.

Shining Armor was never really somepony that you loved, but rather a stallion that you were peer pressured into being with. The school’s top jock combined with the beautiful princess of love? Mares gossiped about it for days. The two most popular ponies in school having a relationship? Everypony loved the idea, completely ate it up and encouraged you.

So, naturally you went along with it.

However, today, you know that you love Anon and no pony else. You can’t lie to yourself any longer. You’re practically cheating on Anon by keeping this facade alive.

It's time to end it with Shining.

Standing outside the schoolhouse, you look around and spot him off with his buddies. He looks happy, engaged in what he’s doing and totally confident with himself. You smile a little. Yeah, he's going to be fine. His friends will help him out of the rough times.

Between laughs with his buddies, he looks up and your eyes connect. You give him a friendly wave which he doesn’t return. He looks to his friends, seeming a little distressed for some reason. They too look up and notice you waiting there. A few of them crack a pained and knowing smiles, and one elbows him in the side.

"Go on dude,” he hisses so loudly you can hear it.

Shining nods to his friend and walks towards you. He rubs the back of his neck as he reaches you, looking the epitome of discomfort.

"Hi Shining," you say gently.

"Hey Cadance."

Boy, how to start this? He already looks so uneasy about something, maybe you should wait until he’s more settled or something. But no, now’s the time. You’ve got to find a way to do this. You clear your throat awkwardly.

"Uhm... I was thinking maybe we should talk about something... something important."

"Cadance,” he says abruptly. “Before you do... I want to say something."

Oh? What’s all this now?

"Oh... okay,” you murmur. “What is it?"

"I think... maybe for a while... we should see other ponies."

The words leave you breathless for a while. Like a cold shock of metal pressed on the back of your neck, you feel your fur rise all over you in surprise.

"I. Uh... What?"

He scratches the back of his head with a hoof again in that same nervous gesture.

"Yeah, it's just. It's really hard to try and balance everything... and school is getting really hard and I want to still have time with friends. I really like you, Cadance... I really do, and you are a beautiful mare that could probably have any stallion that you wanted, but I just don't have the time right now to keep what we have going."

You’re not even sure how to respond at first. Wait, so...he's... breaking up with you? Really? He’s breaking up with you?

"So... that's it? Just like that?" you ask.

Concern washes over the white stallion’s face.

"At the same time... I really want us to still be friends, Cadance. I mean, you take care of Twilight for us sometimes. Plus! Maybe down the line, when we’re more mature and stuff. I was hoping we could try again."

Well. This certainly wasn't expected at all. But it’s very fortunate for you, and it saves you so much uncomfortable banter. You feel relief flooding through you. But wait, don't act happy! That’ll just confuse him.

"So... that's it? Just like that?" you say again, as if confirming it’s true.

He takes another step closer to you, eyes suddenly so tender and sympathetic.

"Maybe for right now... but... hopefully not forever. I'm not going to be looking if... well... you aren't."

Wow this stallion knows how to work with his words. What would the other mares think? Oh! They’ll just eat this up. All you have to do is play your part too, and you know exactly what your stage directions and lines are. You wrap your hooves around his neck and give him a light peck on the cheek.

"Alright Shining. I'll wait for you. I promise."

He smiles and blushes a bit. You smile back, just as warmly as he was smiling at you.

"Thank you Cadance... You really are the best."

And with that, like nothing has happened, he walks back to his friends. For a moment he looks back at you and stops, but then continues on and the group of stallions resume their conversation.

You look after him, musing about what has just occurred. Huh. That went much better than you expected. And it’s best not to dwell on it now, because you’d better get back to the castle. After all, you don't wanna be late to your date tonight.

You stand in your room in the castle tower, grooming your wings and mane to perfection. You have to be perfect for this date, and not a thing must be out of place. Even as you decide you’re done, before you head out of your bedroom, you check yourself in the mirror.

Hooves shined. Hair done perfectly. Tight fitting black dress. Those seductive bedroom eyes you’ve practiced. Yep, everything’s perfect. Which means everything will go according to plan.

You leave the royal quarters and descend the stairs of your tower to the floor below. Royal guards stand at attention as you pass, and you give each of them a warm smile. You watch as a moment of panic passes over a few of their faces. They shouldn't feel so guilty for being attracted to you, you note. After all, you’re the youngest princess in the castle and a princess in training, more or less. Plus most stallions have a thing for high school fillies, right? Well, at least they all knew their place and none of them has made a move.

As you make your way down to the front door, you cross paths with Princess Celestia, who is preparing for a full moon this evening. She pauses to smile and nod at you, and you give her a small respectful bow in return.

"Good evening, Cadance” she says melodically. “How are you this evening?"

"I'm doing well. How are you?"

"I'm doing fine. Busy as always.” She studies your appearance and then cocks an eyebrow at you. “Are you heading out on a date this evening?"

You chuckle to yourself. Oh, if she only knew.

"Yeah. I finally decided to give this one a chance."

Celestia smiles.

"Well then. Remember that you are not allowed to use your love spells on any couple that you are not assigned to until you have reached a full princess status."

"Of course, Princess. I don't think this one will take much winning over though."

She nods to you, satisfied with this reassurance.

"Well then, I hope this stallion is worthy of an alicorn princess."

A giggle escapes your lips, and her face creases with internal laughter as well.

"Thanks Celestia! I'll tell you all about it later,” you lie.

You continue walking to the front door.

"Oh, Cadance!" you hear a call echo from behind you.

You turn back to Celestia, and she looks at you with those caring and somehow naive eyes of hers.

"Have fun tonight."

The two of you exchange a final smile.

"I will."

You close the door behind you and set out on your mission. First, you head out into the royal gardens and slowly make your way to the restaurant that the two of you agreed upon when you last spoke.

Everything has to be in secret... for now. Even though this will bring you closer to Anon, you still have the nagging feeling that this isn't fair to him. On the other hoof, maybe he will forgive you when you are able to spend every single day with him. Surely, that will be enough to ease any lingering guilt you might feel. Just to see the faith and trust in his eyes. Just to hold him and not have to worry about anypony else. When you are able to wake him up by taking your hoof and rubbing it up and down his long, thick-

You run face-first into a stallion who’s standing in your path. The two of you stumble backwards and you blink up at him sheepishly.

"Ooph. Sorry."

"It's fine," he says with a shrug.

You continue on your way, trying to quiet your thoughts so you can focus on the task at hoof. Gotta stop daydreaming. Got to get all this right, and that means focusing with all your might.

Since that night, Anon’s been all you can think about. The way he smelled. The way he tasted. You still have his dirty underwear in your bedroom, and by now it's completely stained by your juices. You’ve even began to snuggle with the stained garment at night, and he’s been leaking into your dreams because of it.

Stupid sexy Anon. He's making it just so hard for you to function properly. You haven't even been playing with your other colts anymore, you’re so hung up on just him.

Love is a funny thing that way.

You stand outside the restaurant that he invited you to. A simple pasta bowl restaurant, but it’s more expensive than anywhere the stallions at school have invited you to. Probably because they only work part-time, if that.

You scan the front of the restaurant and spot him standing, waiting for you. Yep, there he is. You know he's the type of stallion that is really, really into the younger mares, and you can play that part. If you want the plan to work, you will have to keep up the image for him in all the right ways.

You collect yourself, then slowly approach him, ensuring that you sway your flank as you walk, accentuating your curves. You hold that simple, excited innocence in your eyes, and as he looks up and sees you, you know you have him entranced. He can’t take his eyes off you, the way you move, your expression. It’s everything he wants, you can even see it in the way he draws in breath.

"Good evening, sir,” you say girlishly.

He holds up a hoof in protest, and you manage a coy smile in response.

"Tonight, just call me Cypress, alright?"

"Alright, but are you sure that this won't hurt things with your wife?" you say, trying to sound genuinely concerned.

He glances away from you for an instant, a brief pain flashing through his expression. Then he turns back to you, smiles again, and now he’s once more infatuated with everything he believes you are. His pain is forgotten.

"Let's not talk about my wife tonight,” he says.

As you lie in your warm bed, the events of your dinner date fading from your mind, you pull Anon’s underwear close to you and just breathe in the last remnants of his aroma. You wonder to yourself if this is really the best way to keep Anon for your own uses. Breathing in his scent once more, you cuddle the shirt closely to you, as if it was really him.

You’ll be taking care of him tomorrow, you remind yourself. Everything will be better once you talk to him.

You smile a secret smile then, just for yourself, as you allow your mind and body to indulge in thoughts about his slim little form. The curve of his back and rear. The softness of his fur against your face. The warmth of him in your mouth. His heartbeat against your chest and hooves. You let memories and hopes for future memories consume you and flow through your body, until it’s all you know.

Yes, you tell yourself through these sweet thoughts. After you hold him in your arms again, all will be right with the world again.

Mom and Dad decided to go out and have another date tonight. That's good... you think. It’s hard to tell what’s good anymore, but you think your parents getting some alone time is a good thing.

They’ve been fighting a lot lately. Sometimes Dad leaves at night and doesn’t come back until really really late, or even in the morning. When he does, he smells funny, like no other smells in your house.

Mom has also been crying a lot. When that happens, you do the only thing that you can, and give your Mom a big hug, like she gives you when you cry. Most of the time she just smiles widely and hugs you back. But now, sometimes… there are these times when she just cries harder.

Was it because of you?

Sometimes you lay in bed at night and listen to them fight. They go back and forth and you hear every little word, every letter of what they say. Sometimes they say things you don’t understand, but by the tone you can usually guess the meaning. There’s one thing you understand, though, and you’ve heard it more than once now. They’ve never said it to your face, but they once said something that just about broke you.

Divorce.

Your Dad had pleaded that it could still work if they kept trying, and they discussed it a while in much gentler tones. In the end, your Mom decided to give him a second chance. You were relieved then, but it still left you so shaken. What could possibly be happening that would be so bad as to need a divorce? To be honest, you aren’t sure who does the bad things in the fights. Maybe your Dad, but your mom is always so mad and says all the meanest things, so it’s hard to tell.

You hope beyond hope that you don’t have to choose between your Mom and your Dad. They both mean so much to you. After all, they did adopt you when nopony else would.

They’ve gone out, though, which you think is good, so maybe you shouldn’t worry about it if you can help it. Right now, all you want to do is focus on something else. Yes, just try not to even think about the word divor-

Daring Do jumps into a pit on the TV screen.

"DARN IT!"

That was your last life! You throw down the controller and go to the kitchen to get a glass of water to calm down. Typically you don't have gamer rage but this feels like a special occasion. Ugh. You grab a glass from one of the cabinets and go to fill it.

‘When's Cadance going to get here,’ you wonder. She will probably know what to do to make things better. She seems to have a way with that, even if you don’t always fully understand what she does or how she does it.

You fill up the glass with water from the tap.

Cadance is one of those... royal thingies. Princesses. Yeah. You tended to forget that. Maybe that makes her smarter and nicer than everypony else. Maybe that’s what makes her so pretty.

Just thinking about her puts butterflies in your stomach, and makes you feel funny all over. You just hope she gets there soon.

You hear a knock at the door.

"I'll be right there,” you call out.

You set down the glass and head to answer the door, thinking that your prayers have been answered. Opening it wide, you see the familiar pink Alicorn standing there, just as you hoped she would be.

"Hi Anon!" she says brightly.

"Hi Cadance."

You stand back to let her in.

"How are you?"

You shrug, not wanting to talk about it but unsure how to really dodge the question. You don’t want to lie to her or anything.

"I'm... okay I guess. Just, a lot of things are on my mind."

Cadance drops her bag and sits down on the couch. She smiles tenderly at you and pats the cushion next to her invitingly.

"Wanna talk about it?"

You were hoping that she would ask. Eagerly, you hop up next to her and lean against her. She’s so warm. Almost without thinking, you lay down and place your head in her lap. She giggles a little and you feel the vibration down through her legs.

"Can you keep everything secret?” you say quietly. “I don't want Mom and Dad to be worried..."

"Of course, Anon." she says.

She strokes your mane with her hoof and looks down at you with a warm smile. You glance back up and just enjoy the feeling of her touching your neck and head for a moment. It’s so hard to make yourself speak, but somehow, her petting your mane like this makes it a little easier.

"It's just... Mom and Dad have been fighting a lot lately... I don't know what to do. It has me really worried. I'm scared that they might get a divorce."

Cadance stops for only half a second, and you’re afraid you might have done something wrong. Then, without a word, she wraps another hoof around you and pulls you to her, then continues stroking your mane. You feel safe there in her arms, like nothing can hurt you. Like she’d never let anything hurt you.

"My poor Nonny," she croons into your ear.

"I really love my Mom and Dad... but when they fight... it's like they become different ponies. I get scared... and I just don't want to be here anymore."

It’s the first time you’ve said it, even to yourself, but you realize it’s true. Home has become scary. Seeing your parents like this has become painful. You just want to be somewhere, anywhere else. You just hope she understands what you mean.

Perfect. That’s exactly what you’ve been hoping to hear. You try not to smile too widely at the little pony curled in your lap as you pick your next words.

"You know Nonny..."

He looks up at you with eyes that mask one-hundred tears. You hate that you’ve had to put him through all of this... but it’s the only way it will work. And it’ll all be done with soon, and then he won’t hurt like this any longer.

"If you ever need anypony to talk to, or somepony that will let you hide away from all of their yelling...you could come to me up in the castle. I'll always protect you."

He cuddles up deeper into your lap. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your thigh.

"Thank you Cadance... you’re the best."

You hold him close to you and blush at this sweetest of compliments. You’d like to stay like this forever, but at the same time you also want to take away all those tears, just for a little while. He deserves a break from all this stress. You release your grip somewhat and put a little levity back in your voice.

"Now then. How about we turn that frown upside down for a little bit."

He looks up at you curiously. You wink at him and levitate the Daring Do movie out of your bag.

"We’ve got a movie to finish," you say teasingly.

His features light up, and you instantly feel a little less guilty.

"Oh yeah!"

You pop it into the television and levitate out a blanket to you two to share. You dim the lights as he nestles down next to you, and before long, Anon's eyes become glued to the screen.

For you, it’s hard to even think about paying attention to the screen when you have such a beautiful little piece of art snuggled up in your lap. Barely thinking about what you’re doing You work your hoof towards him under the blanket and begin to rub his soft chest. It’s just as warm and inviting as you remember.

Maybe tonight is finally the night to try to have your way with him. Then again, his emotional state is compromised because of his parents, and you don’t want to damage what you have right now. Perhaps it would be better if you played up the protective marefriend role. He might like that, even need that.

You hold him tight against your body throughout the movie and keep him warm. All you allow yourself to do is touch his chest, back, waist...just a little. Nothing more than something to comfort him and keep yourself wanting more. The movie passes with the two of you this way, and he scarcely moves or says a word, only laughing when something funny happens, and barely seeming to notice your subtly exploring hooves.

Once the credits begin to roll, you return light to the room and look down to his smiling little face.

"Well, what did you think?"

"I really liked it!” he exclaims, his excitement apparent. “I hope they make a good game from it."

You laugh and hold his face with one hoof. Goodness is he adorable sometimes.

"Then we will have to see if we can get ourselves a copy of that."

"Oh yeah!" he practically cheers.

You chuckle at the innocent joy in his tone and give his cheek an added little squeeze. As you take your hoof reluctantly away, you hear his stomach groan.

"Hungry?" you ask with a raise of one eyebrow.

He looks down at the floor.

"Yeah... I haven't really eaten much lately."

You frown. Well that certainly doesn’t seem good.

"Why is that?"

Anon doesn't answer right away. He looks like he’s ashamed of something, or maybe just confused. Either way, the mental pain he’s feeling is apparent.

"I'm... not really sure. When I get home, Mom doesn't really feel like cooking. Sometimes Dad just leaves for work or something. Like last night. I didn't even eat anything at all... and then I skipped lunch at school today."

Your frown only deepens at this news.

"Why's that?"

He shrugs, like it doesn’t even matter.

"I dunno. I kinda just wanted to be alone."

"Weren't your teachers worried about you?" you ask.

"I don't think they really noticed. Most of the time the teachers just put me in the back of the classroom, like I bother them or something."

Why on earth would this sweet little colt bother anyone? The idea gives you a swell of anger and disgust. That anyone wouldn’t instantly see the value in this beautiful little thing, that anyone would want him to be anywhere but at their side. The idea is preposterous, and a little enraging.

"Well... what about your friends?" you say, trying to keep the anger out of your voice.

"I don't really have friends at school... They say I'm different. And I don’t have a cutie mark."

You pull him against your body once more in an intimate, comforting hug. Anon begins shaking in your arms. You wrap him up in the tightest, most caring embrace you can manage.

"That's their loss then. You are such an amazing little colt," you say, and mean it.

He sniffles a little in your arms.

"R-really?"

"Yeah. I really like you Nonny."

"I-I really like you too Cadance."

He leans back, and you can see he’s started crying. You reach down with one hoof and wipe a tear from his cheek. He blushes at your mere touch, and stutters a little as he looks for more words.

"I mean…” he says haltingly, “I like you, like you."

A warmth spreads from your heart throughout your entire body as he says it. That simple, sweet way of expressing how he feels for you. You’ll show him the proper words.

"I love you too Nonny," you whisper to him.

"Is that what you meant when you were here last time?"

You nod to him and kiss behind his fuzzy little ear.

"Yes. Every word, Anon. I love you so much. If you ever feel scared or need help, I'll be here to protect you."

His tiny lips press against the side of your face in an abrupt kiss. It’s the first he’s given you, and you’re now sure that it won’t be the last. Together under the warm blanket in his home, you cherish this single moment and freeze it in your memory.

He’s yours.

Minutes pass like seconds as you hold him in your arms, feeling so safe and content. Before long, his little body has stopped shaking and has dropped into a relaxed bundle beside you. You hear a light snore leave Anon's lips. The little one must have been tuckered out from all of the stress. Dinner can wait a little while, even if you’re getting a little hungry yourself. All that matters right now was your Nonny.

Yet, you can't help but shake this feeling that something bad is going to happen tonight. It’s a strange, ominous feeling, and try as you might you can’t get it to go away.

You levitate him off of you and wrap him up in the still-warm blanket. Carefully, you carry him with your magic up to his room and tuck him into his bed. If only you had the ability to join him in his dream. Is he dreaming of you? Is he dreaming of a better time between his parents? Maybe he was dreaming that you really ARE his mom.

That idea turns you on more than you 're comfortable sharing with anypony, maybe even with yourself. You feel yourself getting a little wet just imagining that, as you look down at his peaceful, sleeping form. Maybe you could just...

No, not now! You turn and leave the room before you can let yourself do anything you might regret. Anon is really vulnerable right now, you remind yourself. You shouldn't do anything to him tonight. At least you think so. Your job usually entails bringing families together, not driving them apart, so this is new territory. Normally you’d just call this a setback, and focus on maybe feeling the colt inside you in the next few sessions. But this is a special case. It needs extra care.

Heading downstairs, you check the kitchen for whatever you could cook up for dinner. Let's see. What would be best for Anon would be comfort food, right? Something simple and easy that could pick up his mood.

Hmmmm. What to make, what to make… Oh! Of course, macaroni and cheese! Perfect for colts that have had a rough day, and he’s probably had a rough week at this rate. You set the box on the counter and then look back towards the stairs thoughtfully.

On the other hoof, maybe some loving would help pick up Anon's mood after all.

"Ugh!" you groan at your own indecisiveness.

Sitting at the table, you ponder your choices. On one hoof, you could be the responsible babysitter and make him dinner while he sleeps. The other option is to go up and cuddle Anon while he sleeps and give him comfort that way. He’s already admitted to you that he loves you, so he would probably want the emotional support. From the selfish view, this is especially useful if you want to make your ultimate goal come to fruition.

The last option is to deal with the throbbing desire in-between your hind legs by any means necessary. This is clearly the wrong option, you’re sure of it. If you go up there and take advantage of Anon, you could ruin everything. You have to make him want it. He has to crave it. The same way that you crave him.

You look to the box on the counter, then to the stairs up to Anon's bedroom, then back again.

Self-control. You have self-control don't you, Cadance? This is a piece of cake for you. You love Anon and he loves you. If he were your age... what would you do? Well, thats easy.You would take care of him and try and make him feel better.

...Sucking him off would make him feel better, right?

Hitting your head lightly with your hooves, you push that thought out of your head as best you can.

You can do this. Just be good. Do it for Anon. Just make him dinner, give him some rest, leave him alone, and everything will be fine. Yes, that’s the right answer. That’s what you must do.

Before a moment has passed, you get up and head towards the stairs. Quietly, you work your way upstairs and back to his room. It looks like he rolled over, but is still sleeping soundly and easily. You bite your lip as you look down at his little body.

Go cuddle him, Cadance.

So much for self-control.

You slowly work yourself into his bed and watch him sleep. He looks so peaceful like this. Maybe he wouldn't notice if you had some fun, just a little fun…

NO! STOP! Warning sirens begin to sound in your head.

Then again, he is asleep… If you’re really gentle he might not even notice. Maybe just a little bit, for a minute or two.

Your hoof crosses the mattress to find his legs and hips, and you work upwards until you find your much-sought after-prize. Biting your lip to suppress a moan of excitement, you began to rub your hoof against his flaccid rod and use your other hoof to ease some of that ache between your own legs. You’re already so wet just looking at him, when did that happen? Your hoof is soon damp with your own fluids, even from a few brief strokes.

Lust slowly begins to take you over as you work the covers off of him, wanting to see his rapidly stiffening member with your own two eyes. Slowly, it peeks its way out of the covers, driving you mad at the sight of it. Warmth flows through your veins as your desire to feel him inside your mouth again rises. Maybe for just a moment, just a short moment...

Moving your face over him, you kiss the tip of his wand and wrap your lips gingerly around his tip. The familiar salty taste from your dreams begins to fill your mouth and cloud your better judgment. Your hoof intensifies it's pace, causing you to moan into his stallionhood.

Stop, Cadance. This isn't a little bit at all. This is more than a moment! At this rate you might-

"Cadance?” he whimpers.

Shoot.

Your head draws sharply back from him and you manage a weak smile as you look down at him. You can feel how flushed your face is, and hope he doesn’t notice the smell of your lust hanging in the room all around you.

"Oh! Sorry Anon,” you say breathlessly. “I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's okay,” he says, face equally blushy. “I liked it."

He smiles up at you, and it only fuels your lust for him. No more moments. No more only a little bit. You want him.

"Nonny, do you love me?" you ask.

Your mind begins to go on auto-drive. Desire has overridden your self control. All you want is to feel him inside of you, right now.

"Y-yes," he stutters.

"Will you be my special somepony?"

Anon's face turns bright red, and you feel a surge of desire for him at the sight of it.

"Y-yeah."

With one hoof stroking him, you scoot yourself up to him and bring your lips to his. Your tongues begin a forbidden dance as you feel your fluids running down your leg to seep into the mattress. Still giving him gentle, loving kisses, you position yourself over him and lower yourself down so you’re straddling atop his lower half. He looks so small there, but unafraid. He trusts you, you realize. He trusts you completely.

"Nonny... I want to do something that fillies do for their special somepony."

He nods and looks up at you with his innocent eyes. Anything to make you happy, you can see his expression saying. Anything to please you, Cadance.

"Okay. What's that?"

"I'm going to take your coltparts and put them in my filly parts."

He wrinkles his green little nose at you, and you chuckle at how cute he is when he’s confused.

"Why?"

"It feels really good for both of us," you assure him. “Kind of like grown up massages did, except better.

His confusion hasn't faded, but he nods. He seemed to like those “massages,” so maybe the memory of it will help convince him. You wait for him to confirm that it’s alright, and eventually he does.

"Oh... Okay."

You lean in and kiss him again.

"I'm doing this because I love you, Nonny. A special gift from me to you."

With a hoof, you take his stiff member and line it up with your sex. Slowly, you accept the massive girth inside of you.

"Mph!" you whimper between closed lips.

He’s bigger than you thought, it’s almost painful. But not bad painful, no. The best kind of painful. You glance down and see him staring up at you with open concern. What a sweetheart, he thinks he’s hurt you!

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yeah."

You pant for breath but smile. This is so much bigger than any of the colts that you have played with so far. But he feels just right inside of you, like he was made to be inside you. His scent fills your senses as you bring yourself up and down slowly on his stallionhood, finding a slow rhythm.

"This, is really..." he breathes hard between words, his face quickly becoming flushed. "Really good."

His encouragement quickens your pace, and you find an even and steady beat. Your books didn't lie to you. It does feel better when it's with the somepony you love. What they never said was how good it would feel with someone so young and little. Well, little in some ways. Anon was your exception to all the rules.

You moan, open-mouthed, as you feel him slide in and out of you easily. You’re so wet, you’re sure your fluids are seeping out onto his fur now. Do you feel how tight I’m getting, Anon? Do you feel how much I love having you inside me? Can you feel my want for you, my desire, and aching to swallow you in. Give me everything you have, Anon. I’ll take all of it.

"I love you Anon!" you groan out.

"I love you Cadance!" you hear him say from beneath you.

You can feel everything tightening inside you as you thrust yourself down on him again and again. Inside you, you can feel him twitch and pulse with each stroke, and you know he’s nearing that point. You want to release with him, for him, as he cums inside you. You’re almost there.

You quicken your pace just a little, and you feel him clutch at the fur of your thighs a little, almost pleading you to get him off. You will, not long now, little one, not long now-

A sudden slam from the door downstairs freezes you mid-movement, filling you with dread. It couldn’t be...it’s too early. Surely they’re not...

"I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU FOR A SECOND CYPRESS."

Panic fills you, and you practically leap backwards off of Anon. He too looks a little frightened, probably more at your reaction than anything else. Got to calm him down, you tell yourself. Got to make sure he knows everything is ok, so he doesn’t let his parents know what you’ve been up to.

You offer him a warm smile as you cast every cleanup spell you know. He seems to settle down a little then, and as you tuck him into bed, you kiss his forehead tenderly. You hear him sigh, and know that everything is going to be ok now. He won’t panic, and he won’t tell anyone.

"Everything is alright,” you murmur. “Be quiet and pretend you are asleep okay?"

"O-okay."

"I'll see if I can't make them stop fighting, you just stay up here and rest. We can keep this our little secret."

He smiles up at you and nods.

"Okay. I love you Cadance."

"I love you too Nonny."

You exit the door and close it behind you. You take a moment to breathe a sigh of frustration and relief before you turn your attention to the yelling downstairs. You creep down the steps and take in the scenario.

Anon’s parents stand across from each other, body-language flashing “fighting” in big red letter. His mom looks particularly angry, and she seems to be the one doing most of the yelling in this case.

"NO! DON'T TELL ME THAT HER TELLING YOU TO CALL HER WASN'T SOMETHING," she practically screams.

Time is running out, you realize. You have to start acting now. You remove the first half of the sound displacement spell from his parent's room. It's already done what it needs to do, so no point in leaving it there to allow him to hear even more of this yelling.

You gradually make your way down the rest of the stairs, preparing all the while for what you’re going to see and do.

"I'm telling you that I haven't been doing anything honey,” his dad says, hooves open in a sign of innocence. “I promise. There was just the one mare."

"SO WHAT!? ONE IS ALL IT TAKES. IF I JUST FORGIVE YOU, YOU WON'T CHANGE."

Anon's mom stomps to the couch and collapses down onto it. She turns her back to him, shaking with anger at first, then abruptly breaks out into wet, heavy sobs.

"It's because I'm barren. Isn't it,” she wails. “ISN'T IT!?!"

"No, it's not that at all. Willow just listen to me."

"NO CYPRESS! I think I've heard enough. I think…” she sniffles. “I think I'm done."

"Wait, no. We can make this work."

“I don’t think I can do this.”

“Can’t we just-”

“No, I…”

She continues to sob there on the couch. You muster up all your strength, and swallow hard. Now is your time. You have to act now.

"Willow," you say gently.

"What!?"

She spins, as if not recognizing your voice. For an instant there’s so much hatred and anger in her face, but it all fades as she recognizes who you are. Then she just looks so apologetic. You hold up a hoof and shake your head, indicating you shouldn’t stress about her initial reaction.

"Maybe I could help,” you say slowly. “I am studying to be the princess of love. Maybe a spell could help Cypress with his cheating problem."

You thought over exactly how to make that statement all last night. It has everything there for Willow to pick up on, if she thinks about it for even an instant. By the change in her expression, you can guess that she’s thought about it.

"Y-you."

She points her hoof at you, face growing pale and then red

"Nopony told you about...then how could you possible know that he was..."

You do your best to look shocked, embarrassed, and then ashamed in quick order. She watches you go through the range of emotions, and disgusted light dawns in her eyes. She looks to you, then to Cypress, and then back to you. Her eyes dilate. His do too.

"You fucking pig," she hisses.

"Wait, Willow I can explain."

"I don't care,” she spits the words at him. “I'm done. I’m done with all of...this, and I’m done with you. Goodbye."

She turns without another word or even a glance at you, and gallops out of the house. The door slams behind her and you’re left alone with Anon’s dad. After a short period of strained silence, Cypress looks to you with open rage. You feign a look of guilt and embarrassment.

"Oh my gosh I’m...I’m so sorry,” you lie. “I-I'll just make my way out now."

"Good," he says, then trudges up the stairs, taking a final moment to cast you an angry glance.

You watch him go for a moment, then grab your bag and make your way out the door. Mission accomplished, in more ways than one, you think to yourself. Hopefully everything worked out according to plan, and will continue to work out once morning comes. You think you did everything right. All you can do is wait and see.

And in the meantime, you have new delightful memories to tide you over, and you still have an itch that needs scratching once you get home.