Roll for Her

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A Sunny NAT-20

"Leaving us in the cold depths of this basement while you go off and join the guard... how could you ever do this to us, Shining?"

"Hey hey! I'll still make trips and we'll stuff our campaigns in 'em!"

"I'm more worried about his marefriend."

"She's okay with long distance."

"I mean about you and Princess Celestia."

"Me and Celestia? But there's—"

"We know about the stash, bro."

“Cadance?”

"If she knew, you'd be dead."

"She wouldn't care!"

"It's bad enough you don't shower her in love."

"I say the words!"

"Testing your luck on that one. That mare pampers you."

“And I...”

"Suck at returning affection? Your lack of romantic partners in campaigns already told us that."

"She doesn't mind!"

"She will after finding how close you'll be to Princess Celestia. Cadance so has a complex with that."

"Who has a complex with whom now?"

The door creaked open, and the stallions played dead.

Shining floated in a body of water as a gentle stream crashed behind him. He was gazing up while on his back for the first time. No roofs or walls or mares, but rather, the world above the board. That hazy and wooden ceiling replicating the expanse of space itself. Monolithic beams sprawling across the mahogany cosmos.

Everything blurred together but, if he squeezed his eyes real tight, a golden glint—much like a twinkling star—winked back at him. Calm waters matted the backside of his body, and his mane lazily floated on the surface.

Behind him, at the center of the fountain he'd fallen into, stood a statue of Princess Celestia in a charge. On the sides of the block beneath her, streams poured out, the calm splashing a whispering retreat into serenity.

Rising from the pool of water, it crashed from his body, all while he shook his head. "I wonder if it's too late to change the horn for some wings." Rolling over to his side, his hooves clattered into the water, stumbling in splashes. "That's what I get for pissing her off. Damn. Hate it when we fight.”

Shining threw himself over the edge of the fountain, falling onto his stomach on paved stone, this time, rising easier. Around him opened a deserted market, scattered with abandoned carts and broken stalls. Seconds of peace, ceased, at the tremors groaning beneath the ground.

"Shiny! Where are you? Shiny!" Her voice quaked across the sky but differently now. No rage tinged its tone. Only a sadness with a loathing set on itself. "Are you okay? Please tell me that you're okay! I was just playing along! I seriously thought you would have come next."

Shining turned around on the market square to the towering wall in the distance. Over its sprawl loomed Cadance's muzzle swinging around, moving across the play-set with ease, eyes searching for him. "I read those magazines of yours! You always like it when the mare is powerful and cheeky and teasing—but never cruel."

Her muzzle appeared before one of the spires and, placing an eye against the inch-tall window, looked around. She lowered in a frown, prodding her snout inside the miniature door—expanding its size as it cracked at the sides—and her voice echoed from within. "I was going to flick my groin through the wall and catch you with my underwear open! Maybe it would have been scary. Perhaps a step too far. But you like stuff like that... don't you?"

Shining gazed down at his forehooves as the titanic head of his wife searched across the castle wall looking for him. What had their fight been about anyway? Destroying his stuff? He cared more for her. Yet she had done so believing that not to be the case.

Something glinted to his right. Some sword laid on the ground, a blonde hilt to a golden blade, a great one that was solar on the eye. Shaking his head, he knew this had to end, a victory to be given to his wife's lust.

"Evil mare! What are you looking for? Your real foe is down below!" Shining cast his voice with all the power in his chest, a booming yell, much like her, travelling across the street and up the wall. There, her ears peaked, and her muzzle lifted. She blinked at him. "A fall could not conquer the greatest paladin to have ever lived! I harm you not... for my love still lives inside of you!"

Shining ducked over to the hilt in a twirl, snapping it between his jaw, staring back at the temptress. "You can destroy this castle and these homes and even the world itself! But nothing—and I mean nothing—can destroy my love for the beautiful princess!"

Cadance's muzzle froze in shock of his words. The cavern of her maw open to utter a word, anything, yet nothing left that sprawling tongue. Rather the lips closed in a smile, and her eyes did the same, diving behind her frizzled mane.

And they all opened again, they did so, in a craze.

"Such sweet words for final ones! But heroes talk more than they prove!" Her foreleg arched into the clouds and slammed down, slicing through the wall, spitting stones, until reaching the bottom. Her other leg did the same. "Let's see how the hero reacts to losing it all!"

Shining swung the blade over his back as its strap tightened around his neck. He watched the wall waver forward and back, the starting of collapse, a wave of bricks splashing outward in a rising crumble. Fogs of dust billowed and undulated outward as the mare bashed through the wall with her chest.

Her hoof rose and struck through the pillars, cutting their middles into collapse, material shooting over the world. Pieces became entangled in the frizz of her mane, changing her look, an incredible sense of sexiness Shining didn't know he craved.

The miniature stallion stood in the middle of the lane reaching to the wall, gazing outward, watching the pink hoof slammed onto the other side. It filled the road and the sidewalks and tore the fronts of buildings on its step down.

Another leg swung from the left through the wall, striking through houses bunched in a roll, their roofs crushed from the swing, explosions of plank blasted outward, fissures spanning the sides of homes, across the ground, a sweep of dust striking like harsh winds.

Nothing was safe from her towering legs as they strode through, ever slowly, crashing through the buildings and exposing their interiors, second floors missing as their fronts were left exposed. Items from the first house wound up scattered in the last one across its remains.

Something had caught Shining, adding legitimacy to his bravado. Some thick building laid at near the entrance of the wall and, on purposely having a foreleg swung through its center, a portion encased in glass to keep objects, everything within shot outward.

In the flying mass, there was a golden glint and, being besieged by that, Shining invented a plan.

Cadance came to a stop as her muzzle hovered directly above the stallion, the expanse of her barrel spanning like a blimp, an utterly massive mare before a teeny-tiny stallion. Her muzzle was tilted all the way down as she stared at him. Both grinned.

"So what's your plan with that sword?"

"It's going to help me defeat you."

"And how is it going to do that?"

"By doing this."

Shining turned away from the mare and, dashing to the right, dove into a tight alley-way. Behind him in the narrow space, the pink hoof loomed, twisting, joined from laughter above. He gazed forward to a four-way split ahead. As he was about to dash into the opening, the might of the pink hoof swung through, batting away the building and clearing the space—while warm winds touched his back.

"This isn't like the woods, Sweetie!" Shining watched the hoof loom on the other side of the passage, its flat-side exposed to him and, in intense seconds, start sweeping toward him. "I know exactly where you are. You won't be able to escape me here!"

Shining didn't bother to.

All he had to do was make it to the corner of the courtyard.

Cadance couldn't help but giggle in seeing the little mouse duck inside one of the houses, seeing him jump through its window into the next land. He shot forward, and her hoof crashed in front of him. Slamming into it, he backed a step, looking over his shoulder, seeing her other hoof poised for the catch.

He stood in place as he watched them both near. It was delicious to watch. Turned around, he found a little door and, banging into it, found it locked. He slammed into it, again and again, as the two hooves came in. Just as they slammed together, he slammed through, escaping into an alley-way.

"Cute little bugger!"

She watched him pass through the tight corners like a rat in a maze. Every so often, she clocked his direction and, waiting for the right moment, put her hoof in a corner. He's round the one before it only to see it—then see it slamming toward him. He'd dodged out of the way, of course, as it slammed into the building behind him.

Before it swiped to chase him again.

Cadance was giggling sweetly to herself in this game of cat and mouse they were playing. But then he reached a building taller and thicker than the rest, spanning multiple stories, something that couldn't be swiped. It raised to her ankle in terms of height.

"Bad move! Only one escape from there, my love." Cadance laid forward on her stomach, crushing the fountain and square beneath the immense softness of her belly. Her muzzle drew to the building, turning and squinting, a peer through the windows of the floors to catch him. "Shiny oh Shiny. Wherever could he be?"

Candace pressed the side of her face into the structure, ear perked and its top resting on the apartment's roof, listening for sounds. Rattling came of beating hooves somewhere down the middle. There'd been a squeak and slam of a door, following a clack on the wall, silence, broken from periodical panting.

The mare craned her neck around the corner of the building to a sheet of glass broader than the rest. She brushed against it, a single exhale consuming it in fog, forced to wipe a hoof around it. Gazing inward, she found him, her Shining, with his forehooves against the back wall, head hung, fighting to contain his panting.

We're SO not going to be able to watch dinosaur movies together after this.

Cadance took a moment to compose herself. It'd been the same way every time she'd caught a chance to mess with her love. Scaring him when he was still so weak and inexperienced had been the highlights of her youth. She always needed to prep herself. One to maintain a straight face and two... to not die of laughter.

With a head cleared and a chest calmed, she inhaled and exhaled, one two three, before charging into the glass. It splattered around her as the tightness of the room clung around her snoot. Furniture jumped from the impact of her protrusion. Just as the poor stallion turned from the wall, back and forehooves still pressed against it, Cadance roared inches before his face.

Her hooves clawing into the suit as well.

Shining screamed and cast his forelegs over his face, so easily scared into a state of utter adorableness. Cadance turned her head with a wink, doing it again, this time, with a cute prod of her hoof. He was still panting and she was still laughing.

Her mouth then opened as she tried to latch forth at him... only to feel the tightness of the room still hugging her. Her expression narrowed. She bucked her head in place, fighting to get free, fissures spreading across the room itself. Shining stood against the wall and, before she could bear any hopes of shushing him—he was already laughing.

"What's the matter, hon? Stuck?"

"You're about to be stuck in my throat in a second here, scaredy-cat."

"All part of my plan!"

"What?" She thrust back another time, still locked in place, forced to settle her chin on the floor. Her eyes lazily rolled over to him as he approached the side of her snout. He ran a hoof across her furs. "Peeing yourself?"

"Only a little!" he chuckled back on reaching the shattered window. "You always did all you could to scare or tease me back in the day. Figured now that we're back there... you'd attempt it again. Didn't think it was suspicious I'd go to such a big room with a window and with my back turned?"

Her eyes narrowed in annoyance while she pouted. "And that scream? That was real."

"Knew you'd come!" Shining came before her neck and the scattered swirls of mane, coming to hug a thick strand, wrapping himself around it like a fire-pole. "Just didn't know when you came was all! Giant muzzle of a mare breaking through your window? Guess I got a pretty good read on your sense of horror after all, didn't I?"

Cadance rolled her eyes. "You haven't seen anything yet, mister."

"Too bad I won't be around to see it!" He slid down her mane to the ground below her stuck form. "Catch ya later, Turned-but-Captured-Blushing-Beauty!"

Cadance could feel everything. How his body hugged and slid down her mane, the feeling of his pelting onto her leg. He was cheeky. Little strokes on her hoof and dodging, on feeling her lift it, trying to capture him to no avail.

Meanwhile inside the room, her muzzle laid flatly on the floor, her eyes narrowed on the wall. Frizzle mane floated over her face and she was forced to wait a few good seconds. Just enough time to ensure he was safe. Safely away, at least, from her destruction.

"Ready or not, Mare-Slayer." Cadance lifted her chin from the floor in the confined space, the rest of her body rising too. She stuck out her colossal rump and bobbed it around—most likely to his grandeur—as her forehooves pressed into the front of the building. "Because here I come!"

Her hooves crushed into the building as her head yanked free of it, spilling a swipe of debris from the whip, scattering desks and chairs over the streets. In her freedom high in the sky again, she danced around in a spot, regaining herself.

"Oh oh! I'm done playing games, mare-slayer!" Cadance feasted her gaze over the sweeping view of the courtyard, finding the walls narrowing to a corner, in which, a barn occupied. That white figure of her love stood before it along with something glinting from inside the building. "It's time you lived up to your name! You will lose and I will win! Give it up, love!"

Cadance stomped over to the farm without caring for the wooden fences or gates crushed beneath her hooves. She loomed over that barn, where the hero had retreated inside the darkness of. There would be no escape this time. "Come out, hero. You look so dashing and cute with that sword and look of determination. Allow me to see them again."

And her hero did come out from the darkness of the barn, but carrying something between his forehooves, a white block bigger than himself. It glinted gold on the surface with a stamp immediately familiar. Cadance lost her breath in searching her past for that sign.

Until it struck her mind.

"Wait! Shiny no!"

The die was tossed and cast between her forehooves, a limited edition sun-stamped item, one, on settling, had rolled a NAT 20. Above blinded a great light equally as large to them both. Out from the heavens came another.

Her.