A Princess' Pet

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Cadance, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Sex, Anthro
Length: 4844

Cadance has a secret...One that only her husband, Celestia, Luna, Twilight, and one other know about...

At the end of a formal Gala, held in the crystal empire's castle, Princess Cadance is bushed. Heading to her room, she hopes for nothing more than a shower and some time to relax. Escorted by her guard, she's taken aback, as the stoic sentry starts to get a little handsy. But all is not as it seems...

Kinks Include: Futa on Female, Female on Futa, Oral, Vaginal, Cock Worship, Lots of Sexy Curves, Size Difference, Large Insertions, Creampies, Light Cumflation (Cum Inflation), and a Heaping Helping of Cadance Cream

Artwork by Suirano
Sektiss belongs to Sektiss

Published 2019-05-08 20:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-05-08 20:20:01 UTC

Sensual Supplication

“Thank you all for attending the ball this evening. I hope you’ve all enjoyed your visit!” Princess Cadance announced, waving farewell to her final guests to leave. As they filed out, her cheerful demeanor faltered slightly. The evening had been pleasant, if not a bit taxing.

Watching the last few partygoers depart, with a pair of guards closing the door behind them, Cadance wilted. It was already late, far past the time she would usually retire, and she wished for nothing more than a relaxing bath and a comfortable bed to rest in. That being said, the small gala had been quite the success, and her attire had fetched several compliments throughout the evening.

Her dress, a flowing, semi-transparent gown of arctic blues and lilacs, with gold trim, fit her perfectly. While it was a rather modest garment, the cut exquisitely showed off her ample bust, slender waist, and generous hips. The fact that it was actually comfortable was a wonderful bonus; although she shouldn’t have been surprised, considering none other than Rarity had crafted it for her.

With the festivities concluded, Cadance sighed and headed towards the door. Yes, a long soak would be a welcome change of pace, since she’d spend the entire afternoon mingling with aristocrats and business ponies. Sauntering towards the door, she paused, noting a figure in the corner. Glancing over, she realized it was one of the guards, likely ordered to safeguard her throughout the evening.

“Did Shining put you up to this?” she flatly asked, cocking an eyebrow. They remained silent, nearly motionless, as they stood rigid. “I presume you’re to escort me to my bedchamber?” she pressed. Again, the guard didn’t speak, although they did give a slight nod. “Well then, feel free to escort me. I’m sure you’re just as tired as I am,” she tutted, continuing towards the exit.

Shining Armor had always been protective of her; even more so, since Queen Chrysalis’ failed attempt to overthrow Canterlot and ruin their wedding. As frustrating as the stallion’s precautions could be, she did appreciate his vigilance. Still, she highly doubted anyone was crazy enough to sneak into their castle, catch her unawares, and do anything harmful to her.

Exiting the ballroom, the Princess proceeded to navigate the labyrinthine hallways of the Crystal Empire’s castle. While it had taken her weeks to memorize the corridors and passages, since a great many of them looked virtually identical, she’d eventually learned her way around. With her tacit guardian in tow, she made her way towards her room.

Spying the doorway of her chamber, Cadance breathed a sigh of relief. Besides socializing all evening, and ignoring the lusty glances of a few nobles, she was rather exhausted from the constant upkeep of a particular spell. Alicorns, like herself, were a culmination of the pony races, having attributes of pegasus, earth ponies, and unicorns, although there was another, far more esoteric trait they had; all of the Princesses were dickmares.

~

Ever since she could remember, Cadance had sported a girthy length of stallionhood. To her, it was as natural as her feet, hands, or cerise coat, but she’d always kept it hidden from others. From a very young age, she’d been instructed to magically conceal her equipment from those around her, not only because it was improper to have your genitalia showing, but because she was, for all intents and purposes, a female, save for the vascular appendage which hung between her thighs.

Regardless of what others may think, it was just another part of her, and Shining certainly didn’t seem to mind. In all her time as an adult, only her husband, her fellow Princesses, and one other were privy to her secret. Shining Armor, the Sisters, and Twilight would obviously know about her anatomy, although the fifth creature’s knowledge had happened entirely by accident.

Unfortunately, shortly after Chrysalis’ failed coup d'état, and the subsequent expulsion of the changelings from Canterlot, there had been some stragglers; shapeshifters who, having avoided the initial mystical detonation of Cadance’s and Shining’s love for one another, had to be ferreted out and shooed away. Almost all of them were confused and/or injured, so dealing with them wasn’t much trouble. Still, they needed to leave the capital. After a day of scouring the Canterlot Castle, with her husband in tow, Cadance inadvertently stumbled across one such stray.

After showering for the evening, the Princess of Love discovered a lone changeling in her walk-in closet, although this one wasn’t like the rest. A female, exceptionally curvaceous and of a bluish-grey color, she had been, according to her, drawn to Cadance’s room by the “sweetest scent to ever grace her senses”. After being offered an escort from town, the shapeshifter politely, yet firmly, refused.

Upon gazing at the nude Princess, the changeling immediately fell to her knees in supplication. She said her name was Sektiss, and she apparently held no loyalty to her for her former Queen. When Cadance had asked her intentions, she’d incessantly started yammering on, praising her continually, while shuffling closer. It had taken a moment for the alicorn to realize exactly why. Much to her chagrin, she’d left her equipment visible.

It only took the Princess a moment to comprehend the predicament she was in. On one hand, if she let the changeling go, word may well spread of her endowment, possibly giving the enemy valuable, and painfully intimate, information on her. On the other, she couldn’t well have a changeling scampering about the castle. Inviting Sektiss into her room, and after ensuring the door was locked, she chose to question her guest.

Apparently, Cadance’s essence, the very stuff of love itself, had drawn the changeling to her abode, like a moth to flame. After chatting with Sektiss for some time, and continually hearing praise and adulation, she presented the shapeshifter an offer. Keep her secret safe, while acting as a safeguard for any possible changeling incursions, and she’d periodically feed her guest. The bargain was mutually beneficial, in a sense. The Princess would have a covert operative, one which Shining couldn’t manipulate, while Sektiss would be allowed to sate her hunger upon the very embodiment of romance. It was a win-win situation, one which the two gradually took advantage of.

~

The sensation of a fingers gliding over her hip snapped Cadance from her thoughts. Guardian or not, nobody was allowed to lay a hand on her; not without her express permission. Whirling about, she angrily leered at the sentry. After chastising him, she’d be sure to report of his actions to her husband.

“What is the meaning of…” her voice trailed off, as she noticed a cerulean sheen pass over the sentinel’s eyes. It was only then that she realized what, or more appropriately whom, she was dealing with. “Sektiss, for buck’s sake, don’t startle me like that,” Cadance murmured, keeping her voice low.

“Sektiss did not mean to, my Queen. She only wished to help Cadance unwind after such a long, stressful day,” the disguised changeling whispered, her lilting voice standing in stark contrast to her camouflage.

Cadance deflated slightly, as the day’s events settled upon her. “You don’t know the half of it. Honestly, I don’t know how Celestia or Luna do it! Smiling nicely to everyone, laughing at unfunny jokes, acting like I’m interested in this or that. Really, it’s just so...so…” she struggled to find the proper words.

“Draining…” Sektiss purred, her hand snaking around the Princess’ waist. Now with her fingers preciously close to the alicorn’s groin, she smirked at the pony.

“Yes...that…” Cadance grumbled, her mood soured by remembering a particularly abrasive stallion named Blue Blood.

“Poor, poor Queen. Come, let Sektiss help,” the changeling cooed. Releasing Cadance’s hip, she guided the Princess into her chamber, before closing and locking the door behind them. “Would my Queen enjoy a massage?” she politely asked, waving a hand towards the bed.

“You know what, sure. That actually sounds fantastic,” Cadance responded, strolling towards the king size mattress. The moniker of “Queen” had been a constant, since nearly the onset of their friendship. It didn’t bother her that much, these days; although she hadn’t been the biggest fan of it initially, being reminded of Chrysalis’ title.

Seating herself on the bed, Cadance looked over to the armor clad stallion. “You can drop the act now, I did hear you lock the door,” she commented, waving her hand dismissively. While the only stallion she had eyes for was her husband; she had to admit, her changeling’s aesthetic was quite captivating.

“Of course, my Queen,” Sektiss responded, giving a subtle bow. Emerald fire cascaded over her frame, causing her disguise to vanish in a brilliant flash. Now fully nude, she placed her hands on her hips, cocking them to the side, while affixing alicorn with a sultry stare.

Cadance’s gaze wandered over the voluptuous changeling. She was plump in all the right places, with an extraordinarily heavy chest and wide, foal bearing hips. Her eyes, a bewitching azure, studied her hungrily, almost expectantly. Like her kin, her limbs were marred with cavities, although they never appeared to impact her in any negative way. Interestingly, her areolae, each a teal color, were heart shaped. Not having closely studied any other changelings before, she couldn’t say if the trait was common, but she thought it was adorable.

“Stoooooop,” Sektiss lamented, dramatically covering her bosoms and groin, while turning away. She loved it when the Princess looked at her that way, although she couldn’t help but seize the moment. “Sektiss is a modest, pure woman, yet you ravage her with your eyes,” she continued, willing herself to blush in mock humiliation.

“Please, you don’t have a modest bone in your body,” Cadance snickered, amused by the changeling’s false humility. Ever since they’d met, Sektiss had been very forward with her, especially when it came to her debaucherous cravings, although that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. In the past, and to this very day, a great many would veil their intentions from her, which was a constant annoyance. Regardless, she appreciated how candid her friend was.

Stepping to the bed, Sektiss eased herself onto the mattress, before shuffling onto her knees behind the Princess. “So tense!” she noted, resting her hands on Cadance’s shoulders. Without another word, she began to rub and knead the pony’s collar and upper back, attempting to ease the strain on her taut muscles.

Humming contentedly, Cadance shut her eyes. As usual, her husband had opted to serve with the guard, going on a patrol rotation with them, so Sektiss’ appearance couldn’t have been better timed. Yes, there were certainly benefits to having a clandestine friend with benefits at her beck and call. So long as she…

“H...hey!” Cadance blurted, her eyes flying open. A hand had worked its way under her arm, to cup one of her breasts. Glaring over her shoulder, she found the shapeshifter tittering gleefully.

“What? The Queen’s back is quite strained! Sektiss is only easing her burden!” she giggled, her other hand quickly sneaking forward to heft the other bosom. They were quite heavy, in fact, although they paled in comparison to her own rack. Still, she’d take any excuse she could get to cop a feel.

Before she could protest, Sektiss returned to massaging her back, and quite skillfully too. Teasing and lighthearted advances aside, it was just what she needed. The quiet solitude of her room, with a trusted companion, and some much needed stress relief. As the kneading continued, she began to feel a tingling at her loins. Despite herself, all of the tactile contact was beginning to have an effect on her.

Working her way down Cadance’s back, deftly working the kinks out of the Princess’ muscles, Sektiss’ motions slowed. Drawing a deep breath through her nostrils, followed by a second and third, her pupils dilated. There it was...the unmistakable pheromones she’d been waiting for. While Shining Armor was a good stallion, and a very loving husband, she knew that a woman’s touch held something that a man’s didn’t.

Just as her fingers grazed the Princess’ lower back, she paused. “Sektiss will stop now, since she doesn’t wish to offend Queen Cadance,” she grumbled, moving her hands away. Now that the bait had been laid, the game was afoot.

“I…” Cadance began, before cutting herself off. Given Sektiss’ predilections, she was almost positive this was a trap, although she was curious to see where things were headed. “Perhaps if I lie down, you could continue?” she said, glancing over her shoulder.

“Oh, so my Queen would like more? By all means,” Sektiss purred, moving to the side, giving Cadance plenty of room, “please, make yourself comfortable.” Her eyes widened slightly, as the Princess reclined onto her back, taking a supine position. While she’d expected her friend to lie on her stomach, so she could continue receiving her massage, she wasn’t going to complain.

“Well?” Cadance expectantly asked, catching her friend’s eye.

“But of course, I live to serve,” Sektiss cooed, crawling towards the Princess’ upper half. Seating herself indian style, she rested Cadance’s head in her lap. Not only would the position allow the alicorn a superb view of the underside of her rack, but the scent of her moistening marehood would surely be detectable. “Now, relax,” she whispered, her hands gliding over the alicorn’s shoulders and upper chest.

The sweet, tantalizing aroma of the changeling’s nethers tickled Cadance’s nostrils, causing her to fidget slightly. Looking up, her vision was filled with the changeling’s titanic breasts. Lastly, and most frustratingly, her friend was steadily beginning to rub the supple flesh of her own bosoms. In short, she was becoming increasingly less comfortable with keeping her equipment concealed.

Noting her fiend’s subtle shifting, Sektiss’ grin broadened. “Perhaps my Queen would more easily enjoy herself if she allowed herself to truly relax,” she teased, her gaze creeping towards the alicorn’s groin. It was only a matter of time until the monster was revealed, and her mouth was beginning to water at the thought.

“I believe you’re right,” Cadance sighed, her horn igniting. A baby blue aura surrounded her waist and crotch, shimmering in the dimly lit room. Her dress slowly shifted, tenting rapidly, as her anatomy was magically unfettered. Like a leviathan summoned from the depths, a titanic bulge grew, steadily growing, until it slipped through a seam in the garment.

Sektiss sat, utterly captivated by the sight. No matter how many times she’d witnessed its emergence, it had never lost its magic. Cadance’s tool was, in a word, godly. Nearly as thick as her forearm, and roughly a foot long, it was a perfect specimen of stallionhood. She had no doubt that, should more ponies be aware of its beauty, statues and paintings would be crafted to honor it.

Dark magenta flesh covered its length, from girthy, trunk-like base to broad, flared tip, contrasting sharply against her lighter colored fur. A large, fat vein traced along the shaft, weaving below its surface. Beneath the giant, sat a pair of large similarly colored testes; each was roughly the size of a large orange, or perhaps small grapefruit. Regardless, they were plump and ripe, each filled to the brim with untold amounts of ambrosial seed.

Openly staring at the uncovered goods, Setkiss could feel herself beginning to drool. She swallowed, attempting to staunch the flow of saliva, although that wasn’t her biggest issue. Her marehood, seated a scant few inches from the Princess’ face, was slowly growing engorged, preparing itself to be used. Fluid wept from its depths, dripping to the bed sheets below, as her snatch clenched upon itself. Like a starving beast, it hungered.

“Someone’s easily distracted,” Cadance noted, amused with the changeling’s reaction.

Shuffling backward, Sektiss got onto her hands and knees, so she could bring her face to the Princess’ own. “My Queen, how could Sektiss not be in awe of such a beautiful sight?” she reverently noted.

“Oh, is it now?” Cadance countered, feigning ignorance. She knew full well what the changeling thought of her body, although she couldn’t help but be a bit playful.

“I beseech you, Cadance, my Queen of Love, allow this humble changeling to humble herself,” Sektiss whimpered, while a bead of nectar crept down her inner thigh.

Abruptly, Cadance sat up, before moving away from her friend. Peering over her shoulder, with a devilish look in her eye, she stood at the end of the bed, facing away from her friend. The changeling looked heartbroken, almost pathetic, as she confusedly looked over at her; that was, until she spoke. “Come, worship your Queen.”

Hearing Cadance’s words, Sektiss nearly swooned. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and her wings buzzed excitedly, as she scrambled off of the mattress and onto the floor. Crawling over to the Princess, she leapt into a squatted position before Cadance. Splaying her legs, and allowing her sopping wet crotch to openly drip to the floor, she pressed her arms together, clamping her massive tits between them.

“Well?” Cadance softly said, wrapping her fingers around the base of her shaft. On cue, Sektiss opened her fanged maw, allowing her forked tongue to loll out invitingly. While she’d been slightly anxious about the teeth and prehensile tongue, when they’d first fooled around, she quickly learned to appreciate the woman’s oral skills. Leveling her member at her friend’s face, she took a small step forward.

Sektiss’ heart raced, while she watched the glorious length of Princess meat grow nearer. Reaching out, she gently grasped the root of Cadance’s marecock, guiding it towards her mouth. Her other hand crept to her crotch, where she unabashedly dug two fingers into her eager and woefully neglected snatch. Once the fat, drooling head of the alicorn’s prick was close enough, her head shot forward, like a striking serpent. Her lips hungrily wrapped around it, while her tongue lavished its surface.

Feeling the moist warmth of Sektiss’ lips around herself, Cadance shuddered. Looking down, watching the big titted changeling fellating her, she couldn’t help but smile. Sure, Shining would occasionally service her in such a way, but his skills paled in comparison to Sektiss’. Cupping one breast, while her other hand rested on her hip, she allowed her friend to continue.

Taking a deep breath, and relaxing her throat, Sektiss pressed her head forward. Inch after succulent inch pressed into her maw, ultimately allowing it to slip into her airway. It was a ritual she’s enacted countless times before, yet one which never grew stale. Massaging her clit, she bucked her hips into her hand; she simply couldn’t help it. How could one not get off to worshiping such a godly woman.

Worship; yes, that’s the proper word. Cadance was, in Sektiss’ eyes, a celestial being beyond compare. Tall, strikingly beautiful, and the very aspect of love itself. She was, in a very real sense, perfect, and she considered herself blessed to be able to venerate the alicorn. Her body, every fiber of her being, was at the Princess’ disposal, so she’d do her damndest to please her Queen.

Her throat bulged obscenely, swelling outward with every plunge of Cadance’s length, while she fervently fingered herself. A pool of her juices, seeping from her marehood, was rapidly cooling on the floor beneath her. While choking herself on the Princess’ tool was a worthy appetizer, Sektiss was ready for the main course.

Hearing the muted and muffled moans from her partner, Cadance’s pulse began to quicken. She gnawed her lip, as the changeling retracted her head, allowing her length to slip from her gullet. Giving it a final kiss, Sektiss looked up at her, with delicate strings of saliva and glistening pre-cum dangling from her lips. Without a sound, the changeling started to move away.

Casually, Sektiss crawled to the bed, before pulling herself up onto the mattress. Bringing herself onto the cushiony surface, she continued, until she was fully upon the sheets. Easing her chest down, she reached back and firmly grasped one cheek of her rump in each hand. She didn’t have to look to know Cadance was watching her every move.

“Sektiss humbly prostrates herself for her Queen. Please, your majesty, make use of this drone as you see fit,” she moaned. Gently prizing the pillowy globes of her tush apart, she presented herself fully, allowing the Princess to gaze upon the cyan depths of her slickened gash.

Now faced with the Sektiss’ delectably displayed, and devilishly inviting ass, Cadance gulped. Turning, she crept onto the bed, behind the changeling. Grabbing the girl’s hip, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her upper thigh, she brought her member towards the changeling’s entrance. Dragging it up and down the brightly colored slit, she struggled not to dive right in. Neither of them would mind, of course, although restraint was par for the course.

“Tell me, how badly do you want it?” she asked, taunting the changeling’s marehood.

“More than anything, my Queen. Please…” Sektiss pleaded, pressing herself backward. Of course, she could have impaled herself upon the Princess’ shaft, but that would have been uncouth. It was a game of cat and mouse, to see which of them broke first.

Sensing the moist heat from Sektiss’ loins, upon the head of her cock, Cadance’s resolve withered. Steadily, she pressed herself against the girls opening, gradually applying increasing force, until the fat tip popped inside. The warm, inviting embrace was, as always, exquisite. With glacial speed, she delved deeper, slowly burying herself into her partner.

The feeling of being filled, inch by inch, was maddeningly gratifying. The Princess, her Queen, was incrementally packing her depths, and she loved every moment of it. Rocking back, she hastened the process, until her rump pressed against her lover’s thighs. Impaling herself, the marecock within her pressed against her womb, sent a shiver up her spine. Though she was just barely able to fit the entirety of Cadance’s length within herself, she took tremendous pride from the accomplishment.

Looking down, as her member disappeared into the eager changeling, Cadance’s heart raced. Snug, hot, and wet, her member was embraced by Sektiss’ canal. Grabbing her lover’s hips, she drew back, dragging a few inches out of the girl, before slamming herself back inside. A guttural moan escaped the shapeshifter, and her wings fitfully buzzed, as the two began to move.

Sektiss propped herself up, pushing her torso from the mattress, as she pressed back to meet Cadance’s thrusts. Years ago, she would have never thought she’d serve as the vassal for a pony, let alone a Princess, yet here she was. Ass up, being rutted from behind, by the very Alicorn of love herself.

In virtually no time at all, their movements became synchronized. Cadance pounded away, firmly grasping her lover’s waist, while Sektiss swayed back to meet her partner’s plunges. The room was silent, save for the sounds of flesh on flesh and heavy breathing. The rhythmic Plap Plap Plap of the Princess’ weighty nuts slapping against her lover’s loin were a symphony to their ears.

Steadying herself on one arm, Sektiss reached beneath herself, past her swaying, pendulous breasts, towards her groin. Though she loved being bred, toying with her clit would elevate the situation to another level. Unfortunately, the Princess took note, and her movements slowed.

“Your hand…” Cadance breathed, leering down. While she wasn’t a callus lover, even she had her limits. If the changeling was willing to seduce her into such acts of depravity, that’s exactly what she was going to get.

Sektiss froze, realizing something was amiss. “Sektiss is sorry, my Queen,” she whimpered.

“Give me your hand,” Cadance firmly said, her piston-like thrusts drawing to a halt. Silently, Sektiss complied, moving the offending limb behind her back. Grasping it, an impish grin crossed the Princess’ face. “Now the other,” she continued. A bit unsteadily, the shapeshifter brought the other backward. Grabbing the girl by the wrists, and supporting her weight, Cadance drove her entirety into her partner. “Good girl,” she growled.

Now virtually immobilized, Sektiss looked back pitiably. “My Queen, please forgive this humble drone,” she sniveled, feeling herself pulled back. Being drawn into a modified doggy style position, she was helpless and utterly at the alicorn’s mercy.

“Good drones can’t cum until their Queen allows it,” Cadance murmured, her thrusts slowly increasing in speed and force. Judging from the way her partner’s cunt clamped down around her tool, the changeling was enjoying the rougher treatment.

A string of saliva crept down Sektiss’ chin, as she grit her teeth. It was like a switch had flipped within Cadance. Gone was the loving, reserved alicorn, replaced by a domineering, feral paramour. “H...harder! Punish - Mmmph - Sektiss for her impudence!” she stammered, clenching upon the Princess’ girthy length.

With each plunge, Cadance could feel herself impacting against the drone’s cervix. With one particularly forceful stroke, she bottomed out, before grinding against the girl’s womb. “Tell me, what would you give to be my breeder,” she whispered, licking her lips.

“Anything! Breed Sektiss! Fill her and make her your broodmother!” the changeling cried. The notion made her shiver, damn near causing her to climax on the spot. Visions of herself, heavy with eggs, ran rampant through her mind, spurring her to service her Queen.

“Good,” Cadance purred. Instantly, she started jackhammering away. The steady, deep strokes she’d favored transitioned into a flurry of quick, savage thrusts.

Sektiss’ eyes rolled back, and her thoughts grew foggied. The Princess’ medial ring, resting roughly a third of the way from the base of the cock delving her depths, scraped against her g-spot with every thrust. She could feel the inescapable pressure of orgasmic release welling within her, infuriatingly close, yet so far away.

Closing her eyes, Cadance did her best to concentrate. Between the dirty talk, her partner’s accommodating body, and the position she was in, she knew she wasn’t going to last terribly long. With time growing short, she tugged upon her lover’s arms, drawing her attention. If she was going to make use of her pet, she may as well commit herself to the role.

“Scream for me,” she chided, while continuing to rut the girl.

The request, coupled with the sensation of the slowly flaring head of Cadance’s prick, forced Sektiss to comply. Braying to the heavens, she writhed in the Princess’ grip. While she couldn’t do much, she clenched her marehood upon her lover’s member, milking it with the backstrokes, while relaxing herself on the thrusts. As Cadance’s movements grew frenzied, almost frantic, she realized she’d soon be granted her wish.

Driving herself forward, one final time, the Princess buried herself within Sektiss. Grunting furiously, her hips twitched, as the moment reached its crescendo. With her balls growing taut, pulling up to her groin, the first scalding hot gouts of seed rushed through her length. The head of her dick was nestled against the girl’s womb, locked in place by the broadly expanded ridge, as she started to cum.

Sektiss’ wail raised an octave, as she felt her entrance expand slightly. The alicorn’s tool rhythmically pulsated, while pints of jizz surged through it. When the first scalding eruption of seed crashed against her cervix, she instantly came. Her canal spasmed, and nectar gushed from her stuffed cunt, as she was overcome with rapture.

The sensation of being pumped full of seed was singular, unlike any feeling she could describe. It was, in a sense, like a drug; addictive beyond compare and nearly impossible to articulate. Her first experience of it was an epoch, marking her devotion to Cadance. From that moment forward, she knew was that she belonged to Cadance, and she’d to anything to please her newfound Queen.

She could feel her abdomen distending, bulging outward, at the tsunami of seed filling her. She was a receptacle for Cadance, a pet and lover, and she loved every moment of it. Wracked with endless bliss, one climax bled into a second, then a third and fourth, until she’d lost count. Her consciousness began to fade, leaving her in a gibbering mess of ecstasy, as she was used.

Riding out her orgasm, and ensuring every last drop was deposited with Sektiss, Cadance’s strength gave out. Her grip slackened, leaving the changeling to flop to the bed, just before she fell atop the girl. With her cock still entombed, she wearily wrapped her arms around her lover’s chest, wearily fondling the pair of mammoth teats smashed against the mattress.

“T...thank you, my Queen,” Sektiss wheezed, some modicum of fealty rising to the surface of her thoughts. In truth, she was deeply appreciative; reminding herself, once again, that she should entice the Princess more often.

“Shining w...won’t be home for another t...two days,” Cadance stammered, the post coitus stupor mingling with her prior fatigue.

Sektiss didn’t reply, instead opting to drowsily, yet contentedly, spoon with the Princess. Though the two days would be fleeting, she knew she’d love every moment of their time together...