Dark Pink

Breeze Heart, or rather, Princess Cadance lay in bed, face-to-face (sort of) with a stranger whose arms were wrapped around her, after having spent the night with him in a downtown hotel. It was a sensation she hadn’t felt in a while, to be held like you actually mattered to your partner and to hold them in the same way. Flash was a little smaller than her husband, so his arms didn’t quite reach around to her back. She didn’t really mind that so much. What mattered was how desperately he clung to her, as if she were the most precious person in his life. She liked that.

He wasn’t so bad in bed, either. She might have had to take the lead at first, but he caught on quickly enough. Helping his case was the fact that he was at least decently hung, and lasted more than ten minutes. He went for twenty, if she were being conservative. He managed to keep it up for her even longer so she could finish. Had she gone a little longer, he might have even finished a second time. A small smile came to her lips as she remembered his face when he took the lead, so fierce and commanding. She felt a familiar tingle when she remembered how he’d flipped her over on her back. She liked that he was bold enough to take the reigns from her without permission. It was hot.

Her hand started to snake down between her legs, but she was interrupted as Flash stirred in her arms. He pulled her closer, pressing every part of him against her as he stretched. He was already hard. She was used to that from Shiny, but he’d always refused her offers to take care of his morning wood for him.

“Are you awake yet?” he whispered, his voice almost muffled against her chest. “It’s still dark out, Princess. It would be a good idea to head back now, before the sun rises.”

She smiled softly to herself. He was so considerate. He could very well demand a second round, but he didn’t. He was more concerned with her than his own interests. “I am, Flash, and I will. However…”

“However?”

“Part of you doesn’t seem to want me to go just yet.”

“…Sorry.”

A soft chuckle escaped Cadance as she untangled herself from Flash. She didn’t separate from him just yet though. Instead, she pushed him onto his back and sat on top of him, straddling his hips. She leaned forward with her hands against his chest. “No apologies are necessary. It’s only natural. Would you like to go again?”

“I’m okay with that,” he said quickly, his words almost running together.

She giggled and lay down on top of him, bringing her face close to his. “Of course you are, dear. After this, though, I have to go.”

“Understood, Princess.”

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Cadance pulled her fishnets on, consciously aware that she wasn’t wearing panties. Flash stood across from her (still naked), holding said undergarment in his hand and watching her dumbly. He’d just asked about them. She’d told him to keep them; he could even wear them if he wanted. She noticed a certain part of him perk up when she suggested it. She ignored it this time. This time.

“A-are you sure you want me to have these? I mean, they have your crest on the front. If anyone found them in my possession…”

Cadance paused in the process of zipping the side of her skirt up. She finished and stood up, giving a rather audible sigh as she simultaneously held out her hand. Flash complied and handed over the underwear. “Mouth. Open.” Again, he complied. Once it was open far enough, she stuffed the panties, crotch-first, into his mouth. He gagged, of course. “Don’t spit them out. If someone finds these, they will assume you bought them at the market across town. That’s where I bought them. They’re popular with my fans, especially the teen and preteen group. I once met a woman decked out from head to toe to crotch in my paraphernalia.”

“Understood, Your Majesty,” he said as he pulled them out of his mouth. “They’re still women’s underwear, though. They’ll think I’m some weirdo.”

“So hide them,” she said bluntly. She turned away and started dressing again. “I’m honestly not seeing why this is so difficult for you.”

“Right…” Flash muttered. “I guess I’ll keep them in my footlocker or something.”

“Alright then!” Cadance said cheerfully as she pulled her hoodie on. “Hurry up and get dressed so we can head back.”

“Yes ma’am.”

It didn’t take Flash long to get ready. Of course, guard armor was pretty simple to don, as she knew from personal experience. She’d once tried her mother-in-law’s old armor on for kicks (Shiny’s mother was roughly the same size as a much younger Cadance). Hers was simple enough to get into, but Shining Armor had told her that the current iteration had been simplified even further for quicker deployment. Cadance could remember how annoyed he’d seemed when she understood what he meant. He had seemed more annoyed when she explained that she’d had some military training after she was adopted into the royal family.

Family… She liked being a part of Shiny’s family. They accepted her without consideration of her rank. Of course, if they ever found out about what she’d done with Flash, they’d surely cast her out. She knew it would cut them deep, especially Twilight. And yet, she’d done it anyway. Surely, that said something about the quality of her character, to have broken the trust she shared with her in-laws and her husband. Perhaps he should have paid more attention to her.

No, that was wrong. She was wrong to have even thought that. This was her fault. She’d let her libido get the better of her, and she was blaming it on her husband. What did that say about her character? The more she thought about, the less she could justify her one-night stand with the guardsman. The more she thought about it, the more she realized how awful she was.

“Princess? I think we should go.”

“Yes, of course,” she replied softly. When Flash stepped closer to her, she didn’t look at him. She simply planted her hand firmly on his shoulder and started a teleportation spell. It was finished in a half-second, thanks to Twilight’s shortcut method of spell casting. That girl was a prodigy.

In an instant, the two of them were suddenly outside the guard barracks. She’d taken them a little ways out of view from the entrance, so as not to alarm the guards stationed there. Cadance turned away and was about to teleport again, but Flash’s hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“What is it, Private?” she asked sharply, immediately wincing as the sentence left her mouth. She shouldn’t be so harsh. None of this was his fault. Well, most of it wasn’t his fault. He could have said no. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”

“It’s alright,” he said softly with a smile. That damned smile of his… It was sweet and warm, like a fresh-baked sweet roll. It was caring. “I’m sure you feel bad about what happened, but… well, I had fun with you today. Not just… you know, that part… but all of it. I liked talking to you, laughing with you; just being with you was great!”

She could feel her lips tighten into a deep scowl. Anger flooded her mind, not at him, but herself. In her selfishness, she’d dragged this sweet, innocent guard into her mess. And he had fun. He enjoyed being swept up in her disgusting scheme. And he was still trying to make her feel better!

“Stop it,” she hissed.

“I beg your pardon?”

Cadance hastily threw up a concealment barrier (the kind that blocked both sight and sound), and grabbed Flash by the collar of his armor. “Stop being SO DAMN NICE!!! Yeah, I feel like shit because I just had an affair! Let me feel like shit! Why did you have to be someone so damn sweet?! Why couldn’t you be a scumbag I could just throw away?!

“I don’t unders–”

“Hate me, Flash! Call me a whore, a slut! Tell me I’m a selfish cunt,” she shouted as she felt the first tear roll down her cheek. She didn’t try to fight these tears, though. She was just too angry. “Tell me I did bad. Tell me you only slept with me because I’m your princess and you were afraid to say no… Push me away and tell me you don’t want to even look me… Make me feel like I actually did something wrong…”

Flash looked scared. He’d shrunken in on himself, and his eyes were the size of gold bits. But at the same time, his eyes still held that infuriating light of empathy and understanding. He swallowed hard and straightened back up.

“I won’t do that, Princess,” he said sternly.

“Why no–”

“Because as far as I’m concerned, the Captain did you wrong first!”

“What?”

“If the captain really is neglecting to you for the reasons you said, then you have every right to move on! It’s… Forgive me, but it’s stupid to stay with someone that doesn’t appreciate you. It’s especially stupid if it’s been since you two got married.”

“I never said when it started…”

Flash sighed, looking off to the side at a passing couple. He was probably glad they couldn’t hear or see them. He quickly looked back and met Cadance’s glare with his own. “You didn’t have to,” he said softly. “I read the newspaper back then. Only an idiot wouldn’t be able to figure it out with that information.”

“You… agree with me?”

“Mostly. Maybe an affair was too much, but I won’t… No, I can’t hate you for it.”

Before Cadance knew what was happening, her lips crashed into Flash’s. Whatever happened next was a blur. She only knew that she was happy, sad, and angry all at once.

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Cadance trudged down the hall, her mind still a bit hazy (too hazy to teleport at least, but not so much that she wasn’t able to keep her concealment spell going) from her alleyway escapade. She’d had abandon her fishnets in a public garbage can, as the sizable tear in the crotch was pretty evident of what had transpired. As her mind started to clear, she heard something odd. It sounded like grunting. At first, she thought it might be the guards sparring, but that only ever happened on the training grounds, which were near the guard barracks.

Cautiously, she followed the sound until she found the source. It was a closet door, left slightly ajar. Was someone having difficulty lifting something? No, the volume and frequency of the grunts suggested something else. Curious as to who else might be scoring that night, she slowly approached the closet. She extended her concealment barrier slightly, surrounding the door with it. She couldn’t have it creak when she pushed it open.

She only pushed it open far enough see inside. No one would notice that little amount of movement, especially not in the throes of pleasure. And even if they did, they would probably assume it was the wind that had done it. A particular giddiness overtook her as she felt the thrill of voyeurism take hold. That thrill disappeared almost as soon as it came. On the other side of the door, she could see just who it was that was scoring.

The girl was one of the young crystal elf servants who often cleaned her chambers. She was held up against the wall, with her partner holding her up. She could see his hands, gently caressing her bottom as he fiercely pulsed in and out of her. It was exciting. Something about the man’s skin tone was familiar, though, and not simply because it was a typical fleshy skin color. After all, he could have been one of the Canterlot Guard transfers. His skin was dark, but not a natural dark. It was the kind of dark skin that resulted in being outside slightly too often and for slightly too long.

But then she saw it: the tattoo on his shoulder. It was one she knew well. It was a familiar depiction of a blazing sun behind an alicorn’s black (and rather stylized) silhouette, which was indeed the mark of a Canterlot guard. But the color, that’s what told her who it was. The center of the sun was light blue, with the extending rays taking on a darker blue. Only one guard’s tattoo ever had those colors. His face was shielded by hers, but she could see his hair. It matched the colors of the tattoo. It was him.

In her shock, Cadance allowed her Concealment spell to drop, exposing her presence to the maid. The woman looked over at her, a certain hazy bliss glazing her eyes over. That bliss transitioned to horror, reflecting what Cadance was feeling. Or maybe it wasn’t horror, but terror. She seemed more afraid than horrified.

She felt tears once more, but these were different. These stung. They burned not only her eyes, but also her skin as they made their way down her cheeks. She couldn’t think. All she could do was put her barrier back up and run away. She ran all the way back to her chambers without stopping. Even as she toppled over a random servant going about their duties, she did not stop. When she reached her chambers, she locked herself in her bathroom and wept.

She wept until Shining Armor came back. He asked why she was in the bathroom. She told him that she was sweaty from going to a club with Flash, and intended to take a shower. She lied to him. Although, that was far from the worst she’d done that night. Shiny feigned interest and told her that he was glad she’d had fun.

The night ended with a request that Flash be reassigned as Cadance’s personal guard, seeing as he’d done so well. Shiny said he’d see what he could do.