David groaned as Celestia’s sunlight poured through the gap in the heavy dark blue drapes of the bedroom balcony doors. It never failed, no matter where he was or how he planned, the sunlight would always strike him in the face waking him up. With a sigh he rolled onto his back pinching the space between his eyes as the slight headache he had let itself be known. He knew this headache, it was the product of too much drink. He never really got hangovers, just that insistent stabbing pain right between the eyes. Food would fix it, as well as a lot of strong coffee. Letting his left arm fall to his side with a thump he paused. There was a lump in the bed. A large lump that let out a gentle snore.
“What in Tartarus?” he thought.
Slowly turning his head he found himself looking at a chocolate mane, a cream ear flicked. David wasn’t one to panic, and he didn’t now. What he did do was start to rapidly search his memory as to why a pony was asleep in his bed. His sleep addled mind began replaying events from the evening. He had stopped at one of the nicer pubs he frequented after returning to Canterlot from a business trip to Seaddle for Rarity, the fashionista of Ponyville. A flash of a woman, who was rather rude with her advances, who wouldn’t leave him alone for some reason. Fast forward to a cream pegasus mare walking up to him, a rapid fired snarky exchange between the woman and mare. The woman leaving after a second mare arrived. David strained his poor brain before remembering the second mare being a rather smallish white unicorn, who had seemingly possessively wrapped her hooves around him from behind, resting her head on his shoulder as she joined the pegasus in snarking at the woman.
David remembered buying them both drinks for the rescue. They had sat and chatted the evening away. They left as a group, all smiles. He couldn’t remember why he invited them up, until he heard pattering on the windows. The sun was hidden behind clouds, further proof that the Sun Princess had it out for him personally in his mind, as a light rain began falling. It had started storming last night, the weather pegasi having moved the rain-laden clouds in while they were still inside. He invited them up to dry off and wait out the storm. While they waited he had broken out his favourite scotch for them, as a little night cap. That explained the headache, between the draughts he had at the pub and the scotch, he had more than usual.
Blinking rapidly, he realised that he only identified the pegasus in bed with him. Moving slowly he raised himself up to look over her sleeping body, looking for the unicorn. His bed was big enough for all three of them to sleep comfortably with room to spare. Pony withers came up to his waist, their heads relatively level with his chest at his five foot eleven height. David’s left eyebrow raised when the space on the other side of the mare was empty. Somepony was there at one point, of that he was sure. The covers were pulled back up and somewhat smooth.
It was at this point that his bladder decided to remind him he had a lot to drink last night. With a soft grunt he carefully slid his legs out form under the covers so as not to disturb the mare. Feet firmly planted on the beige wall to wall carpet, he stood up, the sheet and blanket sliding off his lap. David looked down at his naked body. He never slept naked. Well, hardly ever slept naked. But, with a sleeping mare in his bed, another missing, and nothing covering his manhood, David really wished he could remember every detail from last night. He wasn’t one of those humans that thought having a relationship with a pony was wrong, he once had dated Rainbow Dash. Sadly that had not lasted long, with his travelling around Equestria, and beyond, as Rarity’s business liaison and Dash becoming a full member of the Wonderbolts and being on tour, it strained their need for a physical relationship. Otherwise they were just friends with benefits and they both agreed that wasn’t for them. Now Dash and Twilight were a happily married couple, expecting their first foal.
David continued to muse what had happened. Being honest with himself, he hoped that the mares had enjoyed themselves and he hadn’t disappointed them. If anything had happened that is. Finishing up and washing his hands he stepped out of the bathroom completely lost in thought. As a result he walked right into the unicorn. David looked down in shock. The mare wasn’t looking at him as she focussed on the fact that her nose was buried in his pubic hair. He could feel her warm breath wash over him as she calmly stood there breathing his scent. To say David was mortified was an understatement.
Shifting her gaze upwards David found himself looking into bedroom eyes of the palest blue he had ever seen. They were striking and sparkled with mirth. His dick twitched as she laid a gentle kiss on his shaft.
“Well, good morning to you too,” her soft dulcet voice sent a shiver up his spine. David could feel her smile. “I hope you don’t mind, but I made us all breakfast.” She had yet to move and spoke directly into his crotch, the vibration sending shivers up his spine.
She gave him a gentle nuzzle before backing up. David was not sure if it was her velvety voice, the way she looked at him, or the kiss and nuzzle, but his morning perked up quickly.
David coughed trying to hide his embarrassment. “That’s…ugh..that’s fine. I hope-“ another cough “-you found everything ok.”
The mare smiled up at him, not quite ignoring his stiffening member and not quite staring it. If David had to describe her reaction, he would say that she looked at him, and his new hat rack, with a longing that left him weak in the knees.
“Oh, yes, it was no trouble-“ she grew thoughtful “-I’m honestly surprised you had enough ingredients for crepes, hashed browns, eggs, and toast, though. It’s obvious you live alone-“ glancing around his bedroom before focusing back on him “-and you don’t have a marefriend, or girlfriend.”
“Damn her voice,” he thought as he continued to get harder. Judging from her reaction they had had sex last night and she seemed to have enjoyed it. And at that precise moment the mare pointedly looked at his rod while she ran her tongue over her upper lip. That was David’s breaking point. In a surprising fluid motion he sat down, crossing his legs. Propping his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands. He did not groan, or sigh, or make any sound at all. Just sat on the floor.
“Hey,” the mare laid a gentle hoof on his shoulder, “you okay, David?” Her soft words were laced with concern.
Now David groaned slightly. Scrubbing his face quickly he let his hands drop to his lap, grimacing as he brushed against himself. He looked at the white mare, who had sat down close to him, her hoof still on his shoulder. She gave him a gentle encouraging rub.
“I would be…If I could remember your name,” he sighed, glancing at the bed, “Or her name. Or if I could remember last night. We had sex, I assume. But I can’t remember any of it. That’s not like me-“ anger creeping into his voice “-I don’t know if I did anything I shouldn’t have…I don’t know if you’re still here because you’re too afraid to leave because she’s still asleep.”
“Is that all?” She asked, smiling at him. “Well, that’s easily fixed. I’m Mystique. But, last night you called my Mysty.-“ leaning in she kissed his cheek “-And I rather liked that. The lump on the bed that’s snoring is Summer Breeze, aka Summer…but you called her Breezy when she was swallowing your load.-“ a wicked grin spread on her muzzle “-Pretty sure she was okay with that. And as for what you did last night. Well, you made two mares very, very happy. But, if you can’t remember…that’s fine, you seemed to be a bit more tipsy that Summer or I were. I’m more than happy to let you explore again and find all my favourite spots. I’ll give you a hint for one right now. You can reach it from there and it’s close to the ground. And nope, it’s not my plot!” She finished with a wink.
David sat there looking at Mystique, his eyes widened in disbelief. Any other female would have been so pissed at him for not remember their name, let alone not remember sleeping with them. Mystique just finished telling him to go ahead and give her a feel. On top of telling him she wanted to have sex again. He looked at her, really looked at her. She sat just off to his left, a happy smile on her face, her pale ice blue eyes that shone with mirth and little hint of lust, her sky blue mane cascading down her left side partially obscuring her left eye. David unconsciously leaned toward her, his left hand slid to the floor for balance, as if she were a magnet and he a piece of iron being drawn to her. As soon as he reached the point in leaning forward that he couldn’t have backed away Mystique quickly leaned forward her lips pressing against his. A low moan left her throat as she pressed into the kiss.
David pressed back, parting his lips enough to touch hers with his tongue. There was no hesitation when she welcomed him into her mouth. There was no fighting for dominance as David explored her mouth as his eyes drifted closed. David began to notice that he was still moving forward, yet the pressure of the kiss did not ease, as an unseen force guided him. Soon he felt himself kneeling, his left hand still planted on the floor, as his right was guided to behind Mystique’s neck just above her shoulder. The need to breath, and orientate himself, became too strong to ignore. Breaking the kiss, but not moving too far away, David opened his eyes. Looking into the twin pools of Mystique’s he noted that she was now laying on the floor, with him above her. Slowing looking down, he noted her flushed face, the small smile, the slow rise and fall of her chest. She had drawn her forelegs up to her chest where she kept them curled, not protectively but relaxed and out of his way. Continuing to look down her body, he noted the slight detent where her ribs ended and her belly began. Laying on her back as she was her stomach had created a dip before rising again to her teats. Her breasts were smaller than he expected yet were a beautiful sight to behold. Especially where her pink nipples stood out demanding attention. And he wanted to give them the attention he thought they deserved. Leaning forward David planted a gentle kiss on her neck just under her jaw. Mystique lifted her head up to give him better access, softly humming in pleasure. David began to slide his body down hers but found his progress suddenly halted. Mystique wrapped her hind legs around his waist preventing him from moving anywhere but forward. Looking back up to her face he found her smirking at him.
“I don’t think so, David.” Her smirk shifted to a small smile. “All I want from you is slow and gentle. And you to not worry about getting me off. Do me slow, kiss me, and fill me up when you need to. Okay?”
David nodded his head slowly before leaning forward to capture her lips again. He shifted around little. She hummed in pleasure into his mouth as he brushed against her mound. Mystique wrapped her forelegs around his torso pulling him closer as she kissed him back. She loosened her grip around his waist it with her hind legs, spreading them open. David broke the kiss with a gasp as he found himself already pressing into her entrance. Mystique giggled at his reaction.
Rubbing her cheek against his, she whispered into his ear, “I’m all yours, David.”
David nodded into her neck as he eased into her. She had asked him to be gentle and slow and that’s exactly what he did. Hunched over her on his knees he slid in and out, gradually getting deeper. When her arousal coated him, David was able to easily hilt himself inside her. He would withdraw almost completely before pushing himself all the way inside. Each time he slid back Mystique would quietly moan her pleasure in his ear as she tightened her grip around his waist, and around his manhood, just enough to delay his withdrawal. David focused on her soft moans of pleasure, the only other sound was the gentle patter of rain on the balcony doors wasn’t nearly as enjoyable to hear.
David was so lost in the moment of being connected with Mystique so intimately that he had no idea how long they laid there. All too soon, for David, he could feel the familiar build up of pressure as his climax neared. Mystique seemed to sense he was nearing his end as her vaginal muscles began to grip him rhythmically as she coaxed him.
“Come for me, David,” she whispered in his ear as she held him closer.
David couldn’t hold back, his thrusts becoming slower as he pressed harder into her, delaying his withdrawal a little longer. Sliding his arms under her he held her close as he pressed his pelvis against her, his seed filling her as he moaned into her neck.
Mystique stroked his back with one hoof as he came down from his high. David eased his grip on her as he sat up, slipping out of her fore hooves. Looking down at her he could not help but smile at her blissful appearance. She smiled up at him right before her gaze shifted toward the bed, where they had ended near. David didn’t realise how close they were until he followed her gaze coming face to face with Summer’s emerald green eyes. The pegasus had woken at some point, quietly moving to the edge of the bed watching them.
“Good morning you two,” she said with a smile, her voice was deeper than Mystique’s yet still pleasant to listen to.
David blushed slightly, even though all three of them had slept together last night it was still embarrassing to know that Summer had watched them without him knowing.
“Hey,” Summer called quietly as David started to look away from the mare. When he looked back at her she gestured for him to come closer with a hoof. Mystique gave a quiet hum of approval when his still erect member rubbed her insides as he leaned toward Summer. Summer met him halfway, her lips parted slightly, looking directly into his brown eyes. David wasn’t sure what to expect and was pleasantly surprised when the kiss was short and gentle, not unlike he imagined a couple would do in passing. Summer leaned back a small smile on her lips.
“Mmmm, I could get used to this,” she murmured.
“So could I,” Mystique said as she squeezed him with her hind legs.
David looked between the mares confusion plain on his face. Summer looked down at Mystique, her brow knit in concern.
“He doesn’t remember what happened, hun.”
Summer jerked her head back up so fast David was sure she was going to strain something. He quickly became more concerned with the look of complete horror on Summer’s face.
“You don’t remember anything!”
It didn’t take long to calm Summer Breeze down when she started crying. David marvelled at how fast he and Mystique disentangled themselves and were on the bed comforting the mare. Summer had buried her face into his chest while Mystique laid across the her back on the opposite side, fore hooves wrapped around her neck. Summer’s crying slowed, broken only by the occasional hiccup. If David was not so concerned for her he would have thought it was cute. Mystique nuzzled into her distraught friend’s neck while David held her head with one hand, the other gently combing her mane with his fingers.
When the tears stopped flowing Summer pressed her forehead into his chest. They all stayed like that for a moment, the silence broken only by Summer’s shuddering breath and the rain still falling outside. Mystique raised her head, catching David’s attention. Glancing down at Summer he looked at Mystique questioningly. Mystique shrugged her shoulders just enough for him to understand she had no idea what to do without Summer noticing the movement. David frowned slightly before looking down at the cream mare. He only just realised that the poor mare had buried her muzzle in his groin. He could only imagine how she was taking it, smelling both his and Mystique’s musk. Sighing quietly he gently lifted her head. She did not resist, yet she did try not looking at him. Resting his hand on her left cheek he gently guided her head toward him so they could look at each other. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, their once brilliant colour now dulled. David couldn’t stand the look of rejection on her face, it felt like someone was stabbing him in the heart. Cupping her face, he gently wiped the last of the tears from her cheeks.
“Hey, we’ll figure this out-“ leaning forward he placed a light kiss on her forehead “-I’m sure there’s a logical reason why I can’t remember much of last night. You and Mysty-“ a wink to the unicorn, causing her to perk up “-can remember, so it’s not you. It’s all on me…” David trails off as he grows thoughtful.
“Hey!” Mystique squeaked, causing both Summer and David to look at her. “Breakfast!”
“Oh, shit! I forgot you made breakfast for everyone,” David exclaims. “Fuck, it’s probably all cold now. Im sorry, Mysty, I really am. And everything sounded so good! I’ll make us something, or go ou…” a light blue ethereal finger pressed to his lips silencing him.
“Silly colt,” Mystique said, a smile playing around her lips. “There’s a benefit of living with a unicorn. I put a warming spell on everything before coming to wake you both up…and before getting delightfully sidetracked. Breakfast is still hot and fresh.” She sat there beaming at him.
David went slack jawed. He hadn’t had anypony do that before, it never occurred to him that such a thing was possible. On the occasions that Rarity, or Sassy Saddles when he was working at Canterlot Boutique, brought breakfast in the morning it was always from the local bakery.
Kissing Summer, Mystique hopped off the bed and trotted to the bedroom door. Glancing over her shoulder at them. “Well, are you coming?” She asked before heading out the door.
Summer shook her head as she slowly climbed off the bed. Rustling her wings before settling them and following. She lacked the pep that Mystique had and her head was low. Clearly she was still upset over what transpired earlier.
David waited until both mares were out of sight before getting up and slowly making his way to his dresser. Grabbing a pair of lounge pants he pulled them on, cinching the tie. He hated sitting at his dining table with nothing on. He had tried it once and it felt off. Having moved to Equestria years ago he acclimated to the fact that ponies didn’t wear clothes. And the few times some did they did not often cover their genitals. And now with the latest fashion craze of bobbed tails the young mares were going with, thanks to Rarity having a mix up with some potions and much of her mane and tail having lost hair, there was very little masking their vulvas. Unless the mares also wore panties under their skirts, or bathing suit bottoms. Another new thing, and if he was honest with himself he wasn’t sure how he felt. Although seeing the young earth mare who cleaned his flat, courtesy of Rarity insisting that a stallion couldn’t keep up after himself and not taking no for an answer, in a Prench maid outfit, probably also courtesy of Rarity, with her tail in a bun and white panties was making him appreciative of the new fashion. Shaking his head at his obvious delaying tactic David left his bedroom, walking into the living room.
Stepping into his living room it struck him for the first time just how sparse it was. There was the normal couch, built for both humans and ponies, a couple of seats of similar design. Low enough a pony could get into them as well as deep enough to accommodate the fact that they sat on their flank and hind legs and rested themselves on their forelegs, while being more level to offset the height so a human would have an easier time getting up. A few floor cushions that either species could sit on. The glass topped coffee table held only a fish bowl with river pebbles and a single piece of living bamboo. A couple of bookcase sat on the wall opposite the couch, filled with everything from fashion books to fantasy, mostly Daring Do novels. Sitting between was one of the more modern music players. David still found it interesting that ponies used records while on Earth they were using solid state music players. There was something about the world that many modern electronics just wouldn’t work, they would just shut off as soon as you stepped through one of the portals. Thankfully Twilight Sparkle, Sunset Shimmer, and Starlight Glimmer had worked together to create something similar to a smartphone. How it worked was beyond David’s understanding, all he cared about was it worked.
David surveyed the living room, finding it wanting. He began thinking about how he could help Summer and Mystique make it more homely. Pausing a moment he pondered that thought. Why was he so fixated on making them comfortable here. Why was he so concerned these two mares he just met the night before were happy. It made little sense to him. Yet, it felt right, this wanting them to be happy. Like a puzzle piece he didn’t know was missing was gently put into place.
“Hey, you coming to eat?” Mystique called from the kitchen.
Quickening his steps David made his way to the kitchen with it’s dining nook. Rounding the corner he found both mares sitting comfortably in the hybrid chairs. Even with Summer still looking sad David found the scene to his liking. He felt a part of himself yearning for this. That this is what he would want to walk into in the mornings, or evenings even. These two beautiful mares waiting for him to join them, they all taking turns preparing meals. A happy little family. At the thought of them being a family David felt something shift inside him. He didn’t know why but he was hit with wave of dizziness. Stumbling he reeled back, desperately trying to catch his balance. Both mares called out to him in a panic as he struggled to remain upright. Barely able to focus he tried to reach the couch, something high that he could grasp and hopefully lower himself to the ground. His vision clouded, the dark material of his goal becoming nothing but a blur, his world moving in slow motion as he reached out. His world spun as he struck his hip into the couch tripping over it. The last thing he heard as his hazy world suddenly came crashing down in scintillating shards before darkness crushed him, was Summer screaming his name.
David fought the darkness that surrounded him. He felt nothing, his body was gone. There was only the void he floated in. An all consuming silence that was louder than a dragon’s battle cry.
“I’m not dead,” he thought. “I can’t be dead.”
In the void his thought sounded like a thunder crack. A reverb echo of it was his only response. He floated there in the emptiness, adrift in a sea of senseless. He didn’t know if he frowned or not, but he was giving it his best try. The last thing he remembered was something feeling like it clicked in place in his mind. No, not his mind, it was his heart. Suddenly feeling whole when he hadn’t felt he was missing anything in his life. Why. What caused it.
Suddenly he remembered. Summer Breeze and Mystique, two mares that he had just met, that were in his flat. They were going to have breakfast that Mystique had made. He was going to figure out why he couldn’t remember everything about the night before. But when he saw them sitting at the table waiting for him a wave, no a tsunami of emotion had crashed into him. He lost his balance, trying desperately to reach the couch to ease himself to the floor. He remembered tripping into it, losing what little control he had on his balance. Then blinding light before this all consuming darkness. He must have passed out when he hit the floor. That meant that those two beautiful mares, that had already shown him so much love even if he couldn’t remember their names first thing in the morning, were probably worried for him. Possibly even crying. Summer’s face, the only thing in the void to be seen now, drifted into his view. She was crying again, making it twice now his fault those lovely green eyes of her’s were dulled by sadness.
“NO!” He mentally shouted, another thunder crack rolled around him.
Yet that wasn’t all he heard. Just barely audible under the echo he could hear his name being called. He wasn’t sure if it was Summer or Mystique, or even if it was both. It gave him a direction. Direction meant he could move. And move he did. It was a mentally exhausting struggle. At first he wasn’t sure if he was moving, yet when he calmed himself he could hear his name clearer and barely make out more words. And sobbing. It was the sobbing that strengthened his resolve. He would get out of this darkness, he would hold both of the mares, they would make a life together. To Tartarus with anything else.
The all consuming darkness slowly grew grey. Then a thin line of blinding white that created a horizon. Shying back from the brightness the light dimmed. Quickly realising that what he was seeing was the light from his home he redoubled his efforts. Stabbing pain struck his mind as he forced himself closer to the light. He forced his eyes open, groaning at the sudden pink brightness that filled his vision.
“Wait…pink?”
“Easy David, don’t force it,” a surprisingly familiar voice quietly said.
Slowly turning his head he squinted at the pink blob. Gradually it came into focus. To say David was surprised to see Princess Cadance would be an understatement. He struggled to sit up, Cadance making disapproving sounds as she helped him.
“I said don’t force it,” she said sternly. David simply grunted noncommittally at her.
Once he was righted he found that he was sitting on the couch. Not sure, and not caring how, he got there he slowly looked around. There were two important ponies missing. Cadence sat on the floor slightly off to one side, close enough to be there physically if need be yet not crowding him. In one chair sat a unicorn David didn’t know. Her coat was white with a pink tint, her mane and tail was a vibrant pink that called forth images of Hearts and Hooves Day, her mane style reminded him of Twilight’s. Around her neck she wore a choker the same colour as her mane so it contrasted with her coat, a red heart affixed to the centre at her throat. Letting his eyes drift to her flank David noted her cutie mark was a red bow and arrow, the arrow head in the shape of a heart, with three little hearts placed around it. David was intrigued by her, he hadn’t seen a cutie mark like hers before. Yet that puzzle would have to wait for he still hadn’t seen either Summer Breeze or Mystique, nor did he hear them. And that worried him. Moving his throbbing head slowly he tried looking around. A quiet cough brought his attention back to the princess.
“They’re in your bedroom. After Lovestruck and I arrived, and found you collapsed on the floor, I healed you’re wounds. You hit the table when you went down.-“ Cadance sighed “-Shattered the glass and cut yourself up pretty bad. Once I got you healed and the blood cleaned up, Lovestruck explained what happened.-“ she shot the mare a disapproving glare “-David…I don’t know how to say this nicely, it’s too big to sugar coat it.”
David nodded for her to continue. Instinctively he knew he was about to find out why he couldn’t remember much of last night and at the same time he was dreading it. Cadance was the Princess of Love after all, and with a name like Lovestruck, and her cutie mark, David felt the mare was the cause.
Cadance placed her hoof to her chest, taking a deep breath then exhaling as she placed her hoof back to the floor.
“You were struck by a love curse last night. Lovestruck was watching you at the bar, and has admitted she had more than she should have. That’s not an excuse, and as an advent of love she knew better. Noticing how that woman was accosting you she used a spell that would make anypony near that found you romantically attractive emboldened to approach you. Unfortunately, in her drunken state, the spell caused Mystique and Summer Breeze to…shall we say fast forward to a state of you all having dated each other for awhile.-“ Cadance sighed “-To the point that they felt comfortable enough to come home with you, and have an interesting evening. Unfortunately for you the spell had a feedback affect that caused you to forget most of the evening.” Cadance smiled sadly.
David opened his mouth to speak but Cadance shook her head. Closing his mouth he continued to keep his attention on her.
“The curse has already broken. Which would explain why you blacked out. I’m truly sorry, David, but whatever feelings you had for the two young mares was forced on you. I’ll do my best to help them recover from this. It’s a breach of everything I taught Lovestruck and I’ll…”
“NO!” David cut her off. Cadance looked at him in shock.
“No,” he continued normally, “you’ll do nothing, Cadance. You said the curse was broken?-“ he waited for her to nod “-And that’s why I blacked out. What would you say if I told you that wanting what happened this morning with them is what I want? What would you say if I told you that all I could think about was Summer and Mystique crying while I was passed out? Would you still say it was the curse?” He watched her expectantly.
As David spoke Cadance’s slowly went from shock to inquisitive and settled on a knowing look. She watched David as he struggled to stand up making no move to help him. Once he was upright she subtly increased the distance between them, never once looking away from his face. David grimaced as his vision was still spinning. Not as bad as before, yet enough to force him to take it slow.
“If you’ll excuse me, Candybutt, I believe I have two marefriends that I need to reassure everything is fine.”
Cadance smirked as she nodded to him.
“Well, Davie, I’ll leave you to that then.-" she paused, giving him a stern look "-But, if you feel like you’re going to black out again, or feel strange in any way, you get your tail to the castle and tell Aunt Tia or Luna. Promise me that.”
David promised he would as he slowly made his way to the bedroom. Reaching the door he glanced back at Cadance, who once again smirked at him. She made an after you motion with her wing. David took a deep breath, letting it out as he opened the door. Looking quickly around the room he found both mares on his bed, Summer had both her wings and fore legs wrapped around Mystique , who hugged her back. As he stepped into the room both mares raised their tear streaked faces to him. Even in the dim light from the still overcast day, David could see their once mesmerising eyes were bloodshot and puffy from their crying.
Clasping his hands behind his back, he briefly raised himself on the balls of his feet. Trying to hide his smile, and failing miserably.
“So…should we redecorate the bedroom or the living room first?”
He tried to brace himself when both mares launched themselves off the bed. He failed, yet wasn’t at all upset that his was tackled to the floor, hugging and kissing both of them in return.
Cadance smiled as David stepped into his bedroom. Even though she could still feel the heartache from both Mystique and Summer Breeze, there was a strong under current of love coming from them as well. Glancing at Lovestruck she motioned with her head toward the door. Everything was fine, although Cadance still needed to discipline Lovestruck. What she had done was beyond wrong. It was almost on level with brewing a love poison.
As Cadance followed Lovestruck to the door her small smile grew into a huge grin as the love from the three in there washed over her. Hearing the shrieks of joy put a little more pep in her step. Both mares did look back when they heard the muffled thump of bodies hitting the floor. Lovestruck looked at Cadance in concern.
“They’ll be fine. I think they’re just celebrating,” she said with a knowing wink.
Lovestruck blushed while ducking her head. She made it to the door of the flat in record time without obviously running away. Cadance followed at a sedate pace as befit a princess. She was also shamelessly listening for the tell tale sounds of the trio beginning to celebrate. Yes, she was sure they would be fine.
