Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, or Cadence as she was more commonly known, was perusing the shelves of her secret office. This was the room behind the hidden door in her main office. Out there, she conducted her meetings, smiled politely, accepted/gave blowjobs, and did all the things expected of a princess of Equestria. But this was the room where she conducted her real princessly duties, her passion, and her very purpose for being.

The shelves were lined with plush dolls of hundreds of ponies, each custom stitched with their own mane style and cutie mark if one was present. Beside each doll was a scroll giving the pony’s name, age, sexual preferences, various interests, and other details gleaned from a masterfully crafted questionnaire written by Cadence herself. Included in the crafting of the dolls was a strand of hair taken from the ponies in question, imbuing the dolls with the essence of their real-life counterparts.

This was how Cadence conducted her experiments and pursued her greater destiny. The pony essence within the dolls reacted with her love magic, enabling her to measure compatibility to see which ponies were best for each other. It wasn’t creepy or anything. All (barring a few exceptions) of the hairs had been given freely by ponies seeking her services. They were the ones who’d filled out the scrolls, after all. For ponies seeking aid with relationship problems, Cadence would fiddle around with their dolls until she found the emotional root of said problems and then call them back while she acted as a therapist. But while fixing existing relationships was great, nothing satisfied her more than creating new ones as a matchmaker. In fact…

*Knock Knock*

“Your Highness?”

Cadence gave no answer, keeping her focus on the dolls.

“Ugh. Giving peanut butter to a dog does not count as cheating.”

“Enter,” the princess allowed, accepting the password.

The door opened, and in walked Raven Inkwell, a white unicorn with a brown mane tied in a bun. She wore black glasses, a fancy suit collar without a suit, and a red band around her tail. Her cutie mark was a pen and inkwell. “Aren’t you a little old to be playing with dolls, Your Highness?” she asked sardonically.

“You know damn well I’m not playing,” Cadence fumed, not sparing the intruder so much as a glance. “Where are you? Where. Are. You?”

“I don’t understand how you can find anything in this mess,” Raven commented as her eyes scanned across the packed shelves of the room. “You know, I could—”

“I have enough aids, thank you very much,” Cadence answered curtly. “They’re quite capable, and I keep them busy with other tasks, but this room is mine. I can’t trust this work to anyone but me. Aha! There you are.” Her magic picked up a green pegasus doll and his scroll. She quickly read through as her magic casually plucked a unicorn doll from a different shelf.

Raven frowned. “You didn’t even look on that second one.”

“Because I already knew where she was.”

“Of course you did,” Raven grumbled. “And while I should know better, I’m going to ask anyway. What are you doing with those two?”

“This is Sky Lance,” Cadence said, holding up the pegasus doll. “He’s a royal guard who’s been unlucky in love all his life. His information has been bubbling in my head for weeks, and I think I’ve finally found a match for him.” She held up the unicorn doll. “Clover Petal.”

Raven’s perpetual frown persisted. “Her doll doesn’t have a cutie mark.”

“Because she’s a young filly,” Cadence explained like it should have been obvious. “My inner magic tells me that Sky Lance’s problem is that he’s been going out with ponies his own age, when what he actually craves is to be dominated by a younger female. I feel it in my mark, Raven. These two are meant to be together.”

Raven rolled her eyes, mostly in frustration at her inability to actually argue with the princess’ cutie mark feelings. Such things were tangible magical concepts when destiny spoke more directly to ponies. It was disparaged as unwise by greater society to ignore such feelings. And based on what she knew of Cadence’s magic, her feeling that two or more ponies were meant to be together in a certain way tended to be accurate more often than not. Then again, even she couldn’t get it right all the time.

“I heard that,” Cadence said as she carried both dolls to her desk, still never tearing her eyes away from her precious work.

“Heard what?”

“You were wondering whether or not I’m right about these two.” Holding both dolls in her magic, Cadence began manipulating them much like any foal playing alone, muttering mutely to herself as she spoke in the character’s voices in the scene.

“I would never question you, Your Majesty.”

“Bullshit,” Cadence retorted distractedly as she had the dolls begin to nuzzle. “We both know how much Molestia hates yes-mares. If you didn’t know how to question royalty, you wouldn’t be here doing…” Finally, she looked up from her special ‘work.’ “Why are you here, exactly?”

“It’s eleven forty-five. You’re expected for lunch.”

“What!?” Cadence’s head darted around as she searched for the clock. When she found it, she very nearly set it on fire for its failure to chime on time. “What happened? Why do these things always break when I need them?”

“Because you get annoyed with their interruptions, so you shut them off,” Raven reminded. “That’s why myself and others have taken it upon ourselves to act as your reminders to do things like eating and sleeping. I fear that someday this will become a permanent occupation, with us needing to tell you to blink.”

Cadence scoffed. “Oh, please. I don’t get that,” her gaze fell back to the dolls still acting out the scene, “obsessed.”

“If Shining were so focused on his paperwork that he forgot about date night, you’d have me grab his balls and drag him out.”

“Psssh, well, that’s hardly comparable. Our jobs are totally different.”

“Indeed. He’s diligently working keeping the royal guard orderly, and you’re locked away in a windowless room, basically pretending to be a professional shipper.”

Cadence’s lip curled back in an indignant snarl. “Pretending? I’ll have you know that what I do is very important,” she raved, not noticing Raven’s magic at work. “I work to maintain the emotional health of a nation. Urbanization has had the detrimental effect of trivializing relationships. It’s so bad that some ponies can orgasm for hours on end without actually being satisfied. Bringing back more meaningful relationships, like with Sky and Clover, is the best solution. And at the rate I’m going, soon I’ll develop my aids into a proper corps on par with Lunaughty’s Dream Guard. We’ll be the Love Guard, or the Guardians of Love. I might have to workshop the name, but the intent is clear. You’ll see. All those hours of writing fanfictions will not have gone to waste! I was just cutting my teeth on those. Now that I’ve gained some proper experience, I’m now able to-when did I get here?”

Dumbfounded, Cadence looked around the royal dining hall. The room was as large and opulent as any other, with a high ceiling, stained glass windows, and art from across the ages. Sitting at the head of the table was Molestia herself, beaming with an air of menace at the pink princess. To her right and also at the head was the much smaller Lunaughty, looking both embarrassed and trying to stifle a giggle at Cadence’s expense. Cadence sat at the front right side of the table with a plate and silverware at the ready.

“I dragged you here by the tail,” deadpanned Raven. “You were so busy justifying your existence that you didn’t even notice.”

Cadence blinked like a deer caught in the headlights. “I… did?”

“Do not feel ashamed, niece Cadence,” assured Luna. “She has done the same to us more times than we care to count.”

“To be fair,” Molestia interjected, “she usually needs a full team to drag me around.”

“And there thou goes again, bragging about that phat ass of thine.”

“Well, if you would go on my recommended diet, maybe you’d have a bit more meat back there.”

“Thou knows that we have a rapid metabolism!” Luna argued defensively.

“And I don’t? If you’ll recall, I’ve been moving both the sun and moon for centuries. And yet despite burning all those calories on a daily basis, I’ve still maintained the most lusted after body in the land.” However, at the sight of her little sister’s quivering lip, Molestia opted for an uncharacteristically empathetic approach. “And there you go, using your filly cuteness to melt hearts and guilt others into compliance. But seriously, be careful with that power. You might actually cause a heart attack one day.”

Luna sniffled, but begrudgingly accepted the compliment. “Anyway, it is good to see thee again, niece Cadence.”

“Just Cadence will be fine,” she allowed, having already come to terms with the embarrassment of being obliviously dragged through the halls while who knows how many ponies watched her rant. “We’re all princesses, here. And besides, it feels a little awkward for a pony so much smaller than me to call me her niece.”

“Do such conundrums not come up in thine work?” Luna asked. At Cadence’s confusion, Luna indicated down at her plate.

Cadence blanched, mortified that she’d carried her dolls all the way here.

“The unicorn is a blank flank,” Luna observed with keen interest. “Art thou shipping a minor with an elder?”

“I… technically.”

“Then do not concerns over age difference come up in thine work?”

“Well, yes. Things are usually fine with the shipped ponies, but there can be issues with the relatives. Having a colt date a stallion old enough to be his father can be a little awkward for the actual father, as well as the stallion’s existing spouse and foals.”

“Complex, yet intriguing,” Luna awed, leaning forward.

“So, what gives you the right to feel awkward about having a younger-looking aunt when, presumably, you tell your subjects to just get over it?” questioned Molestia with her usual level of tact as their food was set before them.

Cadence dug into her plate, which was stacked half a meter high with food expertly assembled into a stable tower. Even when not moving celestial bodies, alicorn magic needed plenty of fuel. “Well, for one, I like to put things more gently. Usually, I like to explain the nature of the love of my subjects. Understanding is an effective way to build acceptance.”

“Even in the scenario thou just described?” inquired Luna between mouthfuls.

“It certainly does. You see, the stallion in question was already married with foals. He and the colt love each other dearly, but unfortunately, there really wasn’t a spark between the colt and the stallion’s wife. They didn’t hate each other, but they just didn’t click. Sometimes even I can’t create something from nothing, no matter how much magic I throw at the problem. Maybe that’ll change as I develop my craft, but for now, I’ve also been training as a relationship counselor. After a few sessions, we were able to work out an arrangement for the family that everypony could enjoy. The colt would don a collar as the stallion’s personal pet. He’d sit at the table for meals, go to school with the foals, and be welcomed in all family functions. Just applying the label was enough to ease the wife’s irrational feelings of jealousy. Her husband was still faithful to her, but now he had a pet to dote on as well.”

“Faushaahing.”

“Don’t talk with your mouthful, sister.”

“That is not what thou said last night.”

“… well, I meant to.”

“And what of those two dolls, there?” Luna asked. She was already familiar with the basics of Cadence’s magic, but she was still curious about this latest project with a supple young blank flank.

“Sky Lance and Clover Petal,” Cadence gestured respectively. “He’s a guard in his late thirties who’s had the misfortune of never fully understanding his fetish. He knew that he had submissive tendencies, but he never realized he was such a lolicon.”

“So, how didst thou realize?”

“I have all clients fill out a questionnaire. It’s still being refined as I learn what works and what doesn’t, but the aim is to glean details about my clients that even they don’t know, all with the goal of determining relationship compatibility. Sometimes it’s marriage material, but given my limited selection,” she glanced meaningfully at Molestia, “other times the best I can manage is a casual fuck buddy relationship. It’s not ideal, but so long as my clients can walk away happy after forging new bonds, I’m satisfied.”

“I told you. Withers said that I can’t approve your proposal until you get a success rate above 95%.”

“Approval for what, pray tell?”

“I want to make my questionnaire mandatory as part of the standard medical health checkup. Mental health is a contributing factor to physical health. Meaningful relationships are the best weapon against the stressors of modern life, which are proven to shorten lifespans. The sooner our citizens are matched up with their special someponies, the better off society will be, dammit!” Cadence stomped her hoof to the table, somehow without destabilizing what remained of the food towers.

“Hey, no need to bite my head off. I think your idea sounds pretty fun,” Molestia replied dispassionately. “But for such a change to be implemented, you’ll need the approval of the aristocracy. And you know what those stubborn old farts are like.”

“They still refuse to allow mine right to reshape the stars,” grumbled Luna. She then halfheartedly tapped her hoof to the table in imitation of Cadence and muttered, “Dammit.”

“Exactly. So you need to prove that your questionnaire works before they accept it. Also, if I understand correctly, the questionnaire is only half the work. There need to be graders who can do the actual shipping. You can’t do all of this yourself. Love magic, like dream magic,” she gestured to Luna, “is difficult to learn. You’ll need to expand that corps you were going on about. Build your numbers and train them up. Once you’ve proven yourself capable, only then will you get the nobles on your side.”

Cadence frowned. “It sounds like you’re telling me to go ahead with my plans, but without any additional funding, and that the nobles will only approve after all the groundwork is basically done.”

“Precisely.”

Cadence whickered her annoyance. “So, what’s the point of being a princess if the stuff I really want isn’t handed to me on a silver platter?” Her whine was exaggeratedly petulant. She knew how to behave, but didn’t feel like it at the moment.

“Them’s the breaks, kid. Sorry, but you know you’re still viewed as a ‘junior’ princess, right?”

“Still? I’m almost fifty!”

“The aristocracy is as petty and shallow as they were in our time,” grumbled Luna. “Were mine Dream Guard not already established, We would be enduring the same hardships as thee. Just because We look like a filly, those cretins have the audacity to treat us like We don’t know what We are doing. As if we weren’t diddling their prepubescent ancestors centuries ago!” She glowered up at her sister and said, “Thou hast let them grow fat and arrogant.”

Molestia pursed her lips. “Okay, yeah. I’ll admit that was my bad. We all got a little lax in the millennia of peace. And ma~ybe I could stand to be a little more proactive.”

“A budget increase would certainly be appreciated,” Cadence informed.

“Likewise. Mine Dream Guard can shape pleasant dreams well enough, but they are woefully inadequate in fending off the creatures of nightmare. We spend so much of our dream walking fighting these terrors that there is no time to actually walk the dreams ourselves.”

“And what about you?” Cadence questioned accusingly. “The two of us are at least trying to do things. I’ll bet your projects get pushed through without complaint while we have to fight uphill.”

“Project,” Luna corrected. “Singular.”

Molestia hissed for her sister’s silence.

Cadence’s frown turned puzzled. “A secret project?” She tapped her hoof as she pondered her aunt’s behavior over the last few years, picking out any suspicious incidents or orders. One came to mind, which in turn snowballed into several. “Does this have anything to do with me foalsitting for Twilight?”

Molestia averted her gaze. “Ma~ybe.”

“So… her going to Ponyville and finding the Elements with a random assortment of civilians was part of some kind of… plan?” What befuddled Cadence wasn’t the Princess of the Sun sending her star pupil out on some wild errand, but that there was a greater design to it all. In contrast to her appearance of being random and wild, Molestia was more brilliant than she let on.

Looking smug and putting a hoof to her chest, Molestia said, “Don’t act so surprised. Beneath this ravishing, gorgeous exterior pulses the brain of one of Equestria’s greatest minds.” She snapped around to glower at Luna. “Stop laughing!”

Cadence held up a hoof. “Wait. So, what about my getting with Shining Armor? That started around the same time. Was that also your plan?”

“Nah. That was just happy collateral, a common byproduct of my more brilliant schemes.” As if trying to look like an asshole, the great white princess took a savoring bite out of an apple. “You two look cute together, but you know that shipping is your domain, not mine. Why? Would it bother you if I had planned for the two of you to couple up?”

Cadence whickered. “It’d be pretty hypocritical of me if it did, but no. I’m actually bothered that you were keeping me out of your scheming. If I knew, I could have done something to help. We’re all princesses here. I thought that meant we were supposed to share power.”

Molestia cleared her throat.

“Okay, yeah. You’re still the big mare on top, but I still think I should be kept in the loop.”

“That’s hardly my fault. If you want to be in the loop, you have to walk into it yourself.”

Cadence’s brow furrowed. “And what does that mean?”

“Her bed,” Luna answered exasperatedly. “Most of mine sister’s schemes are born and revealed in pillow talk. ‘Tis payment for letting her ravage thine body to her heart’s lustful content.”

“But… but she-you ravage me all the time,” whined the pink princess.

“Playful pinches and carnal quickies are hardly what I would call ravaging,” contended Molestia. “How long since you’ve submitted to my bed for a proper fuck-athon?”

“I, uh… I guess a while,” Cadence admitted. “Hmm, maybe I have been a little too preoccupied with my work. I’ve forgotten to maintain the healthy work-life balance I’m always lecturing my clients about.”

“Clearly,” affirmed Luna, gesturing at the dolls that had been moving in Cadence’s magic the entire time. Now the blank flank filly was mounting the stallion and humping like her life depended on it.”

Cadence pursed her lips. “I’m not apologizing. I just hate not finishing after I start.”

“Don’t we all,” Molestia agreed.

“But I see your point,” Cadence sighed, resigned to her fate. “So be it. I’ll sleep with you tonight.”

“Very good, but make sure to bring some actual enthusiasm and none of that melancholy crap,” Molestia instructed. “And your boyfriend. I want to see what’s been distracting you all this time.”

Cadence’s frown returned. “When you put it like that, it almost sounds like you haven’t…”

“No, I haven’t.” All jaws dropped at Molestia’s stunning revelation. “What? Believe it or not, there really are ponies in Canterlot that haven’t known the blessings of my touch. However, given that Shining is on the path to becoming the next Captain of the Royal Guard, I suppose I ought to squeeze him in,” she said with a lascivious wink.

Cadence snorted her amusement. “Squeeze. You don’t know the half of it.”

“Oh? I haven’t actually looked, but is he really that big?”

“Not exactly. I mean, he is big, but not much bigger than his father. It’s his technique that’s…” Cadence trailed off, drooling. “The point is, he’s an awesome lay and a fantastic stallion.”

“If true, then thou were’t wise to snatch him up before another,” Luna offered while gesturing with her eyes at Molestia. “However, is he all that thou wants?”

“I don’t follow.”

“According to mine meddling sister, Shining Armor is thy only regular piece of tail. Thou hast no harem or any lovers more frequent than a one-off fling. Did We say that right?” she asked of Molestia.

Cadence rolled her eyes. She wasn’t surprised or offended by her aunt being such a busy body. It was just how Molestia showed that she cared. “Yes. I know my title gives me a certain reputation, but I’m still a young alicorn.” She looked pointedly at Luna. “Actually young, and not cursed with a tiny body. My libido is developing at an acceptable rate for a mare my age.”

“That sounds like something Twilight would say.”

“It was, actually. She pestered me for a full month before I caved and wrote down all of my lovers over a six-month period, when we did it, what we did, and even the density of their asses for some reason.”

“I see,” Molestia pondered. “So all of your fucks were given to Twilight, and now you have none left for the rest of us?” An ear-to-ear smile stretched her lips as she beamed.

“Boo. Bad joke.”

“We do not get it.”

“Well, this has been surprisingly delightful,” Cadence admitted, gesturing down to her empty plate. “But I really ought to get back to work. There’s a stallion in desperate need of discovering his inner lolicon.”

“Aye!” Luna cheered.

***

Later that day, Cadence had transitioned to her public office for an interview. The two ponies sat on opposite sides of a desk with a fully furnished bed off in the corner; because, of course, the Princess of Love would have a bed in her office.

“Hello there, Sweet Heart. Thank you for coming.”

“I’m happy to be here, Your Highness.” Sweet Heart was more filly than mare. A young teenager by the look of her. Her fur was a soft yellow, and her blue mane tumbled down her shoulders, almost to her knees. Her cutie mark resembled a kiss of red lipstick, which automatically put her several points ahead of the other applicants. Not that having certain kinds of cutie marks would hurt an applicant’s chances, but it was just a fact of life that some marks gave some ponies a measurable edge over the competition.

Smiling, Cadence flipped through the filly’s resume. Being so young, she understandably lacked experience. The only real item of note was her cutie mark story. “So you discovered your mark while giving dating advice to your classmates. Can you elaborate on that?”

“Well, it’s pretty much as I wrote it. I was never all that popular, so I mostly hung out on the sidelines watching others.”

“A bit of a voyeur, then?”

“I’m not sure I’d put it that way. Honestly, I don’t know if I even have a special fetish. When I watched ponies, mostly I just got upset.”

“Jealousy? Were you envious of them having something you lacked?”

“Actually, it was more like I couldn’t stand them doing things the wrong way.” At Cadence’s coaxing, Sweet elaborated. “It’s like teaching a newbie at work some new skill. They usually don’t get it right at first, so you have to just keep showing and showing them until they do. It’s not fair, but it still pisses you off to see somepony fail to do what seems so simple to you.”

“I think I follow. So, how was it that you knew more about dating than your peers, despite having never had a long-term relationship of your own?”

Sweet shrugged. “I don’t know. I used to think I had a kind of supernatural observation power. I hear a pony say they like X, so I remember they like X. Other ponies hear the exact same thing, see their special somepony pining away for X in the window or whatever, but it just never clicks. It’d be so easy to buy X, talk about X, or do whatever X is and get more of X in their lives, but they never do. It got to the point where if I didn’t point out the obvious, if I didn’t urge ponies to get more into X, then I was going to start cracking skulls,” she admitted, trembling in anger.

Cadence tittered. “I know exactly what you mean.”

“You do?”

“Of course. There are so many cues that I can see plain as day, but other ponies seem blind to. The way a mare sighs longingly, or how a stallion’s stare can mean the difference between him being interested or interested.”

“Exactly!” Sweet crowed in vindication. “They don’t see it, but if they just start doing things a little bit different, everything would get better.”

Cadence nodded. “And have you ever broken up anypony?”

“I… no.”

“Why not? If you’re as aware of these cues as I think you are, then surely you must have realized that some ponies just weren’t meant to be together.”

“I mean… kinda. I tried helping as best I could, but sometimes there was nothing I could do. I might have failed to help, but I never tried hurting a relationship.”

Cadence tutted her disappointment. “That was a mistake.” Sweet flinched. “Ponies, I’m sorry to say, are stupid in many ways. We are heavily reliant on our cutie marks, for certain ponies to be born into niche roles to solve society’s problems. Did you know that foresters have to burn down their forests sometimes?”

Sweet looked shocked. “Th-that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Except it does. To prevent the spread of wildfire, it is prudent to carve swaths through a forest. With fewer trees in certain areas, the fires don’t spread as quickly, and damage can be limited. It’s a paradox, but sometimes the best way to help things grow is to cut them down. Rather than leaving ponies in a relationship that simply isn’t meant to be, it’s healthier for all involved in breaking things up so that they can pursue happiness elsewhere.”

“I… I never thought of it that way.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re still young, so mistakes like these are expected. What counts is that you learn from past experiences and improve for the future. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Sweet nodded resolutely. “I can, Your Highness. I love helping ponies find love. Nothing fills me with more joy than seeing ponies realize how stupid they’ve been for not hooking up earlier, only to passionately make out to make up for lost time. If my cutie mark means anything at all, it’s that I was born to serve the Princess of Love.”

Cadence smiled. “With a mark like yours, I was thinking much the same. In fact, barring some colossal fuck up, I’d say that the job is practically yours already.”

“Y-you mean it?” Beaming and wide-mouthed, Sweet was leaning so far over her seat that she was at risk of falling off.

“I certainly do. There’s just one last matter before we can conclude this interview.” Cadence plucked a small packet from her drawer with her magic and slid it over to the interviewee.

“Love Compatibility Test,” Sweet read reverently. “Is this the questionnaire you use to, well, I guess the name is self-explanatory, isn’t it?”

“Indeed it is. Like you, I feel that it’s my life’s goal to bring happiness to others, but I feel a special obligation to my followers. You’ll recall that part of the application process required you to submit a hair for my personal use?”

Sweet nodded as she flipped through the first few pages of the packet. “I did. May I ask what for?”

“I’m afraid that information is on a need-to-know basis. I’ll simply say that it is part of my process for creating ideal matches. And if you don’t have a special somepony in your life, then I’ll need you to submit your information to the pool of love-seekers. You’re free to date around as you like, but should a match be found, you’ll be contractually obligated to give them a try.”

“Oh, I see. And, uh, what if I’m not really looking for a relationship right now?”

“As an applicant for the Guardians of Love, I’m afraid you don’t have that option. You don’t have to get married on the spot, but if I tell you to date somepony, you’d better do your damn best to make it a magical experience, which, given my success rate, should be easy. Trust me on this. I can’t count the times I’ve helped ponies find what they didn’t even know what they were looking for. If you believe in our mission, then I ask that you indulge my need to ship everypony around me. Is that acceptable?”

Sweet still looked a little hesitant, but eventually, she relented. “So I’d just need to date them for a while?”

“Stallion, mare, colt, or filly, I may ask you to be intimate with any number of ponies. Sometimes I get these little feelings and send out ponies to act as fluffers.”

“Fluffers? As in… giving a hoof job before a good fuck?”

“Nothing on such a small scale,” argued Cadence. “Based on my cutie mark feelings, my aids and I also act as a kind of specialized prostitution service, though I view it mostly as an extension of our therapy work. Sometimes ponies have hang-ups that hinder my magic’s ability to find their special somepony, so you need to clear up the blockage. Fuck them now so that I can help them find true love later. Understand?”

“I think so,” Sweet allowed with an increasingly eager smile.

“Like with my boyfriend. He’s practically a stud in all but title, so I send him off virgin hunting. Truly it is disgraceful how many ponies are able to grow up with their virginity intact.” Cadence shook her head in disappointment. “But Shining is good at what he does. He helps ponies overcome their hang-ups, readying them for me to step in and show them the path towards love. My work is still bound to Equestria, but we have a few distressingly lonely immigrants. If I think that the best way to offer help to a lonely heart is to have you suck griffon cock, would you?”

Sweet smiled. “When you put it like that, it sounds pretty exciting.”

“And if I ask to watch?”

Sweet blinked her puzzlement. “I’d just assumed that was standard. Matchmaking is fun on its own, but actually getting to watch them cum together is like getting a trophy at the end of the race. Why wouldn’t you want to watch?”

Cadence beamed. “I knew I had a good feeling about you.” She got up from her seat, circled around her desk, and extended a hoof to the applicant. “Welcome aboard.”

Sweet didn’t respond right away. She was mesmerized by the pink princess’ pink fifth leg bobbing about beneath her belly. She was caught completely off guard when Cadence wrapped a hoof around her back and pulled her into a passionate kiss. There was tongue, and the pink princess tasted even better than Sweet had imagined. When they pulled apart, a single strand of drool connected their lips before snapping with an audible *pop*.

“You know what comes next, yes?” Cadence whispered huskily, glancing in anticipation over to the bed.

Sweet whimpered adorably. It was as good a ‘yes’ as Cadence was used to. And so, the final stage of the interview commenced.

Author's Note

Given this world’s nature, it just seemed right to give a little peek into what the Princess of Love has been up to. Having her nickname be the princess of shipping seemed the best fit. I’ve read a number of stories of how Cadence’s love magic might work and how she might be proactive in pursuing her goals. As you might have guessed, my favorite is the questionnaire I first read about in the Weedverse https://www.fimfiction.net/group/210355/weed-world That, combined with gut feelings born from her cutie mark, seemed like the best approach for my Cadence. And because of the setting, her shipping is free to be as perverse as is reasonably feasible, but I also wanted to throw in some realism for how things might work within this culture. Hope you guys enjoy.

Additionally, I had a ball remaking the princesses. Regal, kind, and wise is just so boring and played out. These ladies are more like mad scientists, obsessed with their work to the detriment of all else. Far from the quiet and composed characters from the show, these bitches are crazy, with the upper echelons of the staff being skilled in wrangling that craziness. This was partially inspired by Commander Peepers and Lord Hater from Wander Over Yonder. Hater is the big guns of the operation and handles all the big things, but Peepers handles all the logistics that enable the big thing things to happen.

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