Fucking Ponies... (Old Fics)

"Anon?"

Your mind snaps to attention as you break from your reverie.

"Y-yeah?"

"Did you get that?"

"Uhm. No, sorry. My writing was too slow."

"Well, I'll start over then..." she says without a care in the world.

Cadance clears her throat as the royal tailor continues to stretch and pin the white and pink striped socks. The princess begins to ramble on with some sort of message that you try to scribble down on paper to Princess Twilight. However, every time you look up, your attention is completely diverted away from the task at hand and focuses onto the way those soft, gentle socks accent her soft, pink fur. Catching yourself from drooling, you cant help but notice how the simple piece of fabric accents her slender yet curved frame in all of the right places. You shake your head and try to speak up.

"Can you go back to the part about the festival?"

"Gladly," she says with a smile.

Placing your quill back on the paper, you look back to your task at hand, but your gaze naturally goes upward. er plot seemed to sway with her tail just barely hiding the pure and honest goods that left your mind hazy and wanting. Wanting.

That was the perfect word.

There was nothing you wanted more than to trace those socks right from the very tip all the way up to her hindquarters and-

"Did you get that?" she asks politely.

"Uhm..." you reply meekly.

Cadance looks down to her tailor and smiles.

"Could you leave us alone for a minute?" she asks the young tailor mare.

The little pony nods and makes her way out of the room, leaving you alone with the sock wearing goddess. Once the door closes, she walks up to inspect herself in the mirror.

"What do you think?" she asks.

"O-of the socks?"

"Of course... you've been staring at me for the last fourty-five minutes."

You remain silent as she turns to you with a smile.

"I don't mind... but I do want you to know something..."

You gulp as she steps closer to you.

"I like a stallion that takes what he wants..."