Prodigal Daughter

”You are insane.”

”What?!” Cadence stared in disbelief at Fleur, her one and only Fleur. The unicorn wore a serious, even angry expression. Cadence backed away a few steps from her, thankful for the bedroom's spaciousness.

”You really think I would like this? And here I thought I could rely on you,” drawled Fleur bitterly.

”B- but I'm not like Fancypants! I love you, really!”

”Oh, he does as well! You all just ADORE me! He adores me so immensely, he made me like this!” She turned to reveal her flank to the Princess, showing her cutie mark, the three lilies. Cadence certainly could see her point. The flower was a symbol of royalty after all, and the pattern resembled that of the stallion's cutie mark. But was Fancypants really able do such a thing? Fleur believed he was. Stil, the Princess doubted it. A little.

She did not give up, anyway, and cried out hastily. ”But I'm different. I love you just the way you are!”

”The way I am? Oh, how ironic-”

”What you are wearing there, it makes no difference to me! What matters is that you have been hurt, and it's not your fault. You need somepony to take care of you. You need somepony to help you.”

”Take care of me? And THAT,” Fleur pointed furiously to the bed, ”is your idea of help?” To her, all of that seemed just like another cruel joke, the sort of game she went through continuously, and whose conclusions left her assured in her state of sin and ever more hateful of the idea of salvation.

”You...you just need love. True love. Not the abuse like what you went through.”

”Ah. I see your point.” Fleur turned around, wandered off to the large, ornate mirror. Cadence made a few cautious steps forward, her expression that of pained concern. ”I was hurt. Nopony ever showed me what does it mean to be cared for – I was only exploited. Even when Fancypants took me in, his idea of...healing me was...” Unsightly. Fleur picked up quickly. ”You think what I need is to like the other pony...you. Am I right in this assumption?”

Cadence looked up with hope. ”Yes!”

Fleur turned abruptly, her face now inches away from the Princess. A scowl was warping her usually beautiful features. The powerless anger inside her turned into cold contempt. ”You are not just insane. In fact, you might be genuinely thinking you are helping me. That by graciously laying down with me, you will make me whole.” Fleur's words were dripping with venom. ”Tell me, was that another one of Fancypants' ideas? He wants me to know love? He could not possibly aspire to feeling such a thing, so he sent his pet princess, appealing to grandiose ideas of caring for her little ponies?”

Cadence felt her heart drop. ”He doesn't have a thing to do with this. And don't call me-”

”What? Fancypants' pet princess? If you love me, the way I am, why should you care?”

”Just because I know you through him, doesn't-”

”It does make a difference. Don't you see? He WANTED you to know me, he ALLOWS you to influence me, he gives me lessons...and you are his intermediary. You are only his tool.” The unicorn frowned, feeling a sort of irritation one would get from a particularly stupid child.

Cadence was heartbroken. ”It's not true, Fleur, I am not doing his bidding, I just want you to be happy-”

”SILENCE, TOOL!” Cadence fell silent. ”The truth is, no matter this sick idea is yours or his, it is in no way going to help me. So if you really do love me like you claim, back away and leave me and my body  a l o n e .”

”Oh, Fleur.” Cadence seemed to be on the verge of tears. ”You act...” She was not able to spit out such words at her. Like a hurt animal. Thrashing furiously in pain, not understanding that the stranger wants to help. ”...ill.” She stared at the ground. Her horn lit up.

Fleur's eyes opened wide for a second, before a blinding flash stung her eyes and made her feel like they were pushed back into her skull. Then, she felt something like an itch inside her head. Over the course of a few seconds, she started feeling lazy. Indifference crept in, and a tiny bit of Fleur's consciousness witnessed with horror as she herself was deciding that being so stubborn, so rude to dear Cadence, maybe it was a bit silly? Yes, definitely. It wasn't even silly, it was just plain stupid to yell at somepony who offered only help, even if their ideas of help were a tad misguided. And really, were they so misguided after all? It certainly did make sense to try and for once to actually make love while making love, not just wiggle back and forth and let your body be stimulated. Perhaps that spark of affection was what she was lacking all the time, and maybe she was unable to accept herself because of this want? Yes! That was definitely it! There was a creeping shadow of doubt, suggesting that maybe there was something wrong about such a sudden change of beliefs, but Fleur quickly threw it away dismissively, after all she had a mind of her own and the idea that Cadence might be influencing her thoughts was at most a paranoid delusion. After all, a princess cares for her little ponies first and foremost, doesn't she?

”Feel better now, Fleur?,” asked Cadence with joy as she watched the unicorn zone out. Fleur nodded weakly. She embraced her, rubbing their necks against each other. Slowly, she guided Fleur's mouth to hers, allowing the warm lips to connect, their breaths to mingle. Both ponies closed their eyes, and let their tongues explore, touch, caress, exchange the saliva, part along with teir mouths, leaving a strand of drool hanging in the air. They blinked, smiled. Then, Fleur rushed to give the elated Cadence another kiss, this time more slavish and longing, yielding her mouth to the princess, moving closer, locking herself in her arms.

They parted again, aflush. Cadence looked at the unicorn from above, then slowly tilted her to the back, laying her on the bed. She lowered herself, stroking Fleur's belly with her nose, moving upwards, to give her a kiss on the neck. Her hoof wandered to the loins, giving a few encouraging rubs on her exposed sex. A quiet moan emboldened her, prompting her to bite lightly into Fleur's neck and drive the hoof a little between her parted lips, evoking a tremor of lust across the unicorn's body. The moisture between her legs reminded Cadence of her own needs, and she shifted her body, driving her tongue across Fleur's neck, chest and midsection in the process, so that now her marehood rested above the unicorn's face. Having straightened herself into a sitting position, the princess dropped gently, agitated further by Fleur's warm breath.

After a few exploratory licks that caused Cadence to go aflush and purr with content, the unicorn moved her tongue further, reaching inside the princess, soaking itself with her fluids, before it finally found a sensitive spot, the stirring of which caused the princess' panting to quicken and her hips to spasm and clench tightly on Fleur's face, enveloping it it with the warmth of her thighs, shutting her away from the world outside of Cadence's lustful body. The pony on top gave in to the immense pleasure, to the sensation of her loins burning and the creeping warmth moving upwards from there, causing her every breath to grow deeper, and started swaying rhytmically, pushing herself against Fleur's worshipping mouth, then retreating a little to savour the tongue following her and the muzzle stroking her skin, just to return moments later and let the unicorn show her full devotion again. The princess shut her eyes and threw her head back, allowing herself a series of moans interrupted with gasps as her marehood was driving her whole body to a spasm. ”I! Love! You!” Her rose-coloured face was now abloom with a shade of red, her eyes rolled back and she repeatedly bit her lip as she felt Fleur's tender love to make her go dizzy, as if she was about to faint. She let out a cry of ecstasy as finally something within her erupted, flushing her on the inside, gripping her legs in a paroxysm and spattering Fleur with her juice. She sighed, and rolled off the unicorn, still panting heavily.

A hoof hit the back of her head painfully, driving her face into the bedsheets. She felt a pony on her back, and then Fleur grabbed her by the mane, pulling furiously and causing her to shout. Cadence's face rushed down again, pushed by the unicorn, and the bedsheets muffled her whine. ”Pray tell, did you enjoy yourself your highness?!” The voice was adorned with the pretended naivety of a chambermaid that only stressed Fleur's rage. She locked Cadence tightly with her hind legs, uncaring for her distressed bucking and flailing, and pressing her head further down into the bedcloths, grinning with animalistic elation as she witnessed the first convulsions of the princess' struggle for breath. She kept pressing, shaking with anger and paying little attention to the pair of fluttering wings, flapping about instinctively. Their movements, and Cadence's bucking, grew weaker with every second she was being deprived of air. Fleur didn't notice that, too consumend with strangling the princess with every bit of her strength.

Cadence's horn shone, and Fleur suddenly felt something pulling her with force that made her release the grip and flung her through the room. She crashed painfully on the floor, but quickly got up, the grimace of fury still on her face. Cadence got up, coughing, and straightening her wings. Her gaze met Fleur's, and she seemed to be driven to the verge of tears from just looking at the unicorn's expression. ”Fleur, I-”

”...wanted to see for myself if there is truth to all the claims that Fleur is perhaps the finest morsel to grace the Society in the last ten years? You are not to blame, Princess!” Fleur spoke quickly, in a taunting tone. ”The likes of you, used to getting what she wants, should not be forced to sate her royal lust with some mundane streetwalker!”

Cadence interrupted pleadingly, ”Fleur, I did not want you to feel-”

”And yet you did! Your passionate claims of love did not get in the way of treating me like a harlot!” Tears rolled down Fleur's cheeks, but they were tears of anger.

”I'm sorry! I didn't want to make you feel like this!” Genuine, tearjerking sorrow vibrated in Cadence's voice.

”You...are?” Fleur's voice and expression changed abruptly, suggesting surprise and sadness.

”Yes! Yes, and I can make up for it. I promise!” Cadence made a few hopeful steps towards Fleur. The lack of reaction encouraged her, and she moved closer, keeping her head low and looking up to her eyes.

”You..will?” The white mare asked, and the rubbing against her chest was enough of a reply. She sighed and stood on her hind legs. Cadence moved her snout in between her thighs, eagerly.

A sudden slap threw Cadence off balance. She fell on the ground, holding her aching cheek and staring in disbelief at the hatefully glaring Fleur. ”Like a sow in heat, I swear,” sneered the unicorn and stepped above her, leaving the room and paying no heed to the princess' cries and despaired whimpering.

***

”And this,” Fancypants concluded in a mockingly aphoristic tone, ”is the story of how Princess Cadence decided that she favours platonic love.” Rarity giggled against her own will. Fancypants made a scowl at such a reaction to a story about a royal. ”I dare say, a real change in her character followed. Some would hazard saying that our Princess matured too early. Anyway, it was a very fortunate to call off the guards at the mansion, Fleur could have caused much trouble with that outburst. I was quite shocked.”

”And what about that little devil?” Rarity inquired between glances to the pair of sleeping foals.

”Oh, the episode convinced her that adherence to my commandments was the right way. But Cadence never quite gave up.”

***

The honeymoon revealed itself to be far more complicated an affair than Shining Armor thought. The excursion to Ponyville, a charming piece of countryside, he had to admit, was being spoiled on a daily basis by Cadence's obsession with a certain pony she encountered there – and she made little effort to hide that she in fact intended to. When he proposed, Shining knew very well what he was getting into, and Cadence's naive nature, boundless compassion and the desire to do the right thing(she was known in the Canterlot society as somewhat of an idiot)did not discourage him from marriage. But when such virtues were being applied at leisure to Fancypants' deranged whore, his patience was being put to a test he feared he might not brave. ”She's innocent, and yet bears shame no pony would ever deserve” said Cadence when he once asked her about her particular affection for such a pony. ”And she is convinced that she is the most hopeless, fallen creature in the world. She thinks there might be some absolution in embracing such a nature.” Having a pony wallow in their own filth and deny a helping hoof, there was certainly something Fancypants about these ideas, Shining had to admit. Still, it did not ease him in the slightest bit.

”You must leave that...Fleur alone,” he told her once. ”Give her up. She doesn't want your...anypony's help.”

"How can you?" Cadence murmured, "she is so unhappy."