Roll for Her

~ VII ~

The Great Mare Escape

Cadance wasn't sure of anything. Herself or the world. Her expression was a cute, annoyed, and dumbfounded confusion of the seconds past. Mouth open and jaw slacked to the left and, at that moment, breathing had been a forgotten remainder.

Did he seriously not change? After all these years and teasing and subtle and social improvements using lady charms and... other lady bits—did he still not get it? Her violet gems flicked left to the distant wall, a wooden, standing mirror before it, reflecting her perfection.

Cadance knew she was still a knockout. The dork must have thought so too. Despite that, however, his morals and OCD to rule-following had taken him away—as it had and would have in their past. All those sessions, together, falling in love with the geek.

Knowing he felt something too.

But was too silly to show it.

"So what is it, Shining?" Her hooves smacked onto the lockers on either side of him, his frame, forced on two legs, pressed into his own. Ponies in the hall slowed at the smack with few daring a turn of their heads. "Do you like me or not? I'm.... I'm tired of being played around like this. Just how many games are we going to play?"

He shivered as her chest brushed against his own. "C-Course I like you! Sorry I'm a terrible GM. There should only be a few sessions left before we can stop play with each other."

"Stop playing with me!"

"Do you... really not like the games?" Cracks ripped his voice like paper. "I thought they were fun. Really fun with you. But if you really want to stop playing with—"

"Grrr! You have to be the cutest, densest, most innocent boy alive!"

His eyes glimmered. "You're confusing me!

"Me?! You confused me first!"

"Am I that bad of a DM!? I thought I explained the rules—"

"It wasn't the rules!"

"—the encounters—"

"It wasn't the encounters either!"

Shining shook his head. Something broke and changed within. Uncaring of the students passing or the shouts happening. He'd been spit on by others jocks and mocked by spiteful gals. None of them broke his smile. Until Cadance. "Then what did I do wrong?"

"You were supposed to roll for me!"

"I do roll for you!"

Cadance shook her muzzle upward until it beamed at the ceiling. "Out of all the hints, of all the cues, all the accident brushing and touchings and kisses on the cheeks—how could I have been more oblivious in your dorky ways!"

"I'm sorry!" Shining shouted in a harsh exhale and, in panting to recapture his breath, lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Cadance, I really am. You confuse me a lot. You're someone I really like. My best friend if I'm telling the truth. And I don't want to lose you. I never want to stop playing these games with you."

He then swallowed and looked dejectedly at his hooves. "And if I could, I would spend my whole life with you. Beyond our games and our daily sessions. You're far too good for that. I'd never stand a chance—"

"Wait!" Cadance's head dropped like a barrel of a cannon slamming like that. Just as ready with rage to blast and fire. "You're telling, this whole time, you've liked me?!"

"I've always liked you."

"I mean in the other way, you geeky doofus!"

Shining nodded. "And in that way too. But I never thought I stood a chance! Why do you think I asked you to that dark room?"

"Shiny! You guided me down a hall, blocked off to everyone else, to have some fun on a table and—and, I just realized my mistake." Cadance exhaled her extenuation and tension as the weight in her chest then faded. "You never thought you could get with me?"

"You kidding? I'm not stallion enough to deserve you." Shining finally lifted his muzzle to the accidental brushing of their snouts, noses pressed together, their eyes glimmering in the reflection of the other. "You're perfect in every sense of the word. And not in the ways ponies say about you."

He swallowed and his eyes flicked away. Words from his throat seemed to cut on their way up. "You're not the social queen who thinks she's Miss Perfect. Rather you've treated everypony as equal regardless of who or what they are."

A smile tugged on the corner of his lips as his hoof rubbed at his arm. "Only way you'd be willing to play such a geeky game with me. I'm just a stallion looking to have some fun before I join the guard. Even my little sister is already more special than me."

Shining was smiling fully as his head turned back, leaning fully into the locker, looking at her with the happiness of acceptance. "And I'm okay with that. But a guy like me... doesn't deserve a girl like you. So I never tried. So long as the right guy sees how you are during our sessions, those moments you let your shoulders drop... then I think I'll be okay with liking you from a distance."

Cadance could only shake her head with tears burning in the corners of her eyes. "You are too wonderfully stupid for this world." And knowing the boy wouldn't take a hint any other way, that he'd roll for her without rolling for her, she plunged her lips onto his.

And enjoyed the kiss.

"Some elements never change, do they, my Shiny?" Cadance whispered the words as her eyes fixated on her expansive tummy. "Never knowing to toss aside the rules when a girl demands a kiss. Forcing her to chase you down to steal it from your lips."

Over the spread of trim furs, a minuscule dice laid on her belly, little tuft brushed over it. One of her hooves reached over to it, another to the front band of her underwear and, flicking the dice inside, allowing the sweet snap of elastic to conform around her waist.

"I still can't believe you." Candace turned onto her side, a thunderous crashing into the board, its world, shaking, the tiny stallion—somewhere in the lands—catching the impact too. "Hearts and Hooves Day, together, after weeks of planning this for your kink."

She rose onto her hooves as the lush grass expanded beneath her aerial view. Garter-straps were pulled from her standing, causing her panties and socks to become taut against her body, that dice caught in a very special place.

"Hero!" Cadance launched her muzzle upward and clenched her eyes at the proclamation. "Do you believe you can escape the sexy forces of evil so easily? Getting a mare going before leaving her dry? Your lands shall endure eons of parchment for this crime upon my loins!"

Cadance didn't care for self-respect as her hooves stomped into the broad, left-side down and right-side up, crashing of hooves before the other side lifted, a repeating earthquake to the fictional world. "Make no mistake! My charms have never ceased to work on you! But somehow, you are able to overcome them with your stupidity."

The final slam of hooves blasted shock waves of air across the board, a cracking of wood echoing across the lands, trees whimpering their last groans, pressure mounting against them, manifesting in slices sweeping their bases. Some were plucked into the air as others laid severed from stumps.

"But you will deny this princess her lust and love no further!" Her eyes scanned across the miniature terrain, narrowing, that was, until spotting the white among rubble. It'd been a stone bridge crossing over a curving stream, collapsed from her crashes, his body lying in the shallow waters. "Think you are wet now, hero? Once you have severed your time from inside of my underwear—no amount of water will save you from my scent!"

Cadance gave chase, knowing that, to get the boy inside her panties, she would have to put him in there. Her hooves stomped forward, slowly, teasing the tremors through the lands. Those shivers below the ground rattled the stone off the stallion, who could stand again, shaking, as he watched her distant figure loom ever closer.

How she was going to enjoy holding the front of her underwear out, hovering him over it, teasing the arching tufts of cotton inside there. Little drop and he would fall. Saved, of course, from the slide of silk created from the tugged out the band. He'd slide right in-between some lovely lips, pinned there, unable to crawl up and out.

And looking inside the front of her underwear, Cadance would blow him a kiss, bless him with a wink, letting the waistband snap. He'd be forced—by the shifting of her back legs—deeper between the pair. So pinned that, to have more space, there'd be only once choice.

She'd feel him wiggle as she wiggled her fat behind, in a crashing drop, over that pathetic castle.

Oh! The fun to be had.

Shining knew he was screwed but, in pulling himself out from the bank, up the hill and resting there, he wasn't sure the exact reason. His head looked past the foreleg pressed down before his snout, seeing, to the shaking of the world and the distant thuds of the beyond, the approaching mass of his wife.

An aggressive of gigantic proportions?

He was scared... but also turned on.

The fact he'd done something, somehow, to make her angry?

Perhaps the couch became his best friend for a reason.

But not. What scared him the most was the sight, over the ceiling of chest and belly in the sky where, in the darker reaches of her crotch, the fabric had darken. It looked damp and its smell carried on fake winds. It called for him.

And he was scared to answer.

"Pull yourself together solider," Shining whispered to himself, enduring the closing quaking, the world thrown into a rocking and blurring. Water behind splashed up and crashed back into the river. "Forget your fears and focus on the dream. "Clear your head and everything will be okay."

He did something close to that, stumbling on all four hooves, finding that, on gazing in-between his legs—something bulged in his briefs. They were black with a neon stripe across their middle. It also detailed something he'd rather not have seen.

"That's not clearing my head," Shining forced out while closing his eyes. "That's fogging it further. How am I supposed to get rid of..." His eyes blinked back open as he sat back. Forcing his neck back allowed him to see the muzzle in the sky, her eyes set upon him. "N-No. Of course that'd make everything too easy."

Her sweet musk freshened his nostrils upon the next breeze. "At least... we're both at a handicap."

Shining gaze across the field in hopes of a plan. Looming left were nothing but hills that built into mountains with snowy peaks. That wouldn't do. Shooting his gaze to the right hoover, opened the vastness of the Lost Woods.

The forest never to be entered.

Shining's horn shone blue to the manifestation of another dice. Coming to stand tall on two legs again, he held a hoof to the sky, taking a pose, waiting. Pink hooves blasted mere feet away, crashing in place, curved walls spanning up and beyond his vision.

There was the clatter of dice tickling the raised hoof. With a grin and a squint, he cast them forward, watching them strike across the grass, slamming down into a joint sixteen. "Yes!" His hoof pumped even higher. "I rolled to escape into the Lost Woods! What do you think about that, Former-Blushing-Beauty!?"

No response and only stillness. Seconds passed before the monolithic hoof lifted, inches, over the ground to the dice. Its soft edge felt for them and, on doing so, tilted itself flat again. Its slammed, without warning, into the earth. The ground roared and a crater formed. Its circular shape then pushed harder downward, sinking until its bottom couldn't be seen.

A deafening crunch.

The pillar turned, twisting, carving its shape, sinking inches deeper. Grinding of dirt were the sounds of despair as the hoof lifted, hovering, waves of soot cascading around it. Shining dared the swallow and the step forward, gazing into the hole, seeing only a cavity crushed in by the hoof.

His head then looked up as the ceiling of the hoof arched away, the giant muzzle of the mare high above pointed down at him. Eyes half-lidded and a lick of the lips at seeing a snack. Cadance was hungry and starting with desert.

"You always hated following the rules," he spoke up to her face without being heard, "didn't you?"

Her hoof swam back over him, blocking light beside the brightness of her hue, settling once centred. In the narrow space, the wood lurked beyond the lane between ground and hoof, that sprint into freedom.

He beat forward in an intense sprint, fully invested in himself, leaping, seconds later, as the hoof slammed down.