Love Geist

Chapter 2 – If only homemade potions had warning labels

With the late hour the dining area was mostly empty but some strawberry shortcakes and cherry cheesecakes were set on a table, apparently a late night order from one of the diplomatic contigents. She was still rattled by the princess' most recent outburst, her thoughts were also occupied by how to overhaul the cultural exchange program which while enlightning had generated a lot of friction, thus her usual level of meticulous care was at an all time low. Very uncharactiscally of her she just accepted at face value all the unfamiliar ingredients from the chef's aid instead of properly researching each and every stem.

"Now for the final ingredient I need the hair of Zubat spiders. Eww, I don't think we have that even in the extra kitchen stock from the exchange program. Zabrina did mention a pony's fur can act as a substitute, we'll go with that." Had Zabrina indeed been supervising the preparations, she would have added the important caveat that using pony fur could have unpredictable side effects, and to NEVER use fur from an alicorn. Quiet Speculation ground and boiled the mix, poured it into a clay cup (not stricly necessary but zebra traditions fervently called for containers made of earth) and brought it back to her princess's chambers. Normally she knocked before entering, but again her usual decorum was destabilized and waltzing through the door she was greeted by the sight of a glowing root planting itself in the princess' private garden.

Princess Cadance's horn shone brightly as she magically thrust the tapering end of a tree root, a classic zebra design, into the slick folds of her vagina. It had an organic texture and form which felt more natural than the perfectly cylindrical shape of a typical dildo, and it was coated in bees wax to smooth over the abrasive grain. Cries of pleasure danced to the rhytmical seesawing of the root. A seemingly delightful gift from the cultural exchange ceremony that Quiet Speculation wish she could have lived without seeing a live demonstration. Sighing she quickly closed the door behind her.

"Ahem, if it would please her Highness to interrupt her current activity I have the suppression potion ready; well actually I need one final ingredient."

Cadance, her brain saddled with lucious lust, didn't even blush at being caught in the middle of her relief efforts. Somehow she still had the presence of mind to slip out the tree root and set it aside on the night table.

“I need some of your fur to complete the mix.” Cadance acknowledged the request by prying a tuft of fur and deposing it in the potion mix. A 'swoosh' sound and a red plume of smoke erupted from the cup upon the hair's plunge.

“Is that reaction normal?” asked a petulant pregnant mare.

Quiet Speculation hesitated a moment, but decided to just power through her concerns as she wanted to get this problem over with as soon as possible. “I'm sure it's the usual fickleness of zebra potions, now drink this in one go to march through any protest from your tastebuds.”

Cadance levitated the cup to her hooves and took a closer look. “It's really hot and bubbling a lot, are you sure?”

Quiet Speculation just quietly nodded as her answer.

“Very well, bottoms up to one quencher for the chili in my ass” As instructed Cadance gulped the lively liquid in one go.

Woah. The room started spinning, her legs buckled and Cadance had to catch herself to avoid tumbling onto her flank. Did Quiet Speculation give her a stiff drink instead?

The disorientation passed quickly enough. Cadance stood still, waiting for her inferno to simmer down. Waiting... waiting... any moment now... some relief please... and then...

WHAM!

'Have I died and gone to heaven? I feel so happy, yes I can feel the looooooove!' Sparks erupted from Cadance's horn like a meteor shower; a swirling field of pink pulsated from the likewise coloured alicorn.

“Get ready stallions for some choo-choo locomotion!” Euphoria coursing through her veins Cadance dashed out to share her newfound joy.

“What!? No, your Highness please return to your chambers immediately!” exclaimed Quiet Speculation as she bounded after her princess.