Roll for Her

~ VII ~

Hide and Seek

Shining scampered into the opening of the woods knowing, full well, he shouldn't have made it in the first place. Memories played as chasing hooves thundered behind. Crash after crack after fissures spreading in the earth. She was behind him and done playing games.

Trees towered and scattered around him, closer bunched the deeper he entered, grass and wood, dark and dim, as he went in. The ethereal glow of faded blue illuminated the enchanted place. Sounds echoed of waters pouring into a distant pond. Heavenly flowers of blue cast minuscule light in their spread over the clearing.

Shining slowed from his run as he gazed behind. Pink hooves shrunk as they loomed at the afar entrance. One of them raised, tentatively, over the area. His neck craned back, looking up through the dense foliage, faded spots of leaves allowing parts of a view through.

He held his breath. Sections of the hoof loomed above in a hover. It seemed to come crashing down, the dimness transitioning into darkness, its shadow weighing on his shoulders. But it stopped. Unable to go through. Something was stopping Cadance.

"Clever boy running in there like that," Cadance's voice didn't so much as boom from above as it swept through the clearing. It passed through the spaces between trees and fully occupied the domain. "Is this what heroes do, sweetie? Run away from gigantic and—dare I say?—beautiful mares that want to sleep with them? Don't think you can escape, Shiny."

The hoof backed into place, and then the set raised, one side raising and the other dropping, booms quaking the land. Shining whipped his head around at the trees groaning and the branches bustling.

Out from the packing of leaves flew wooden birds into freedom.

"I've always known what you like, little one, and that's a girl confident in her step." Shining backed into the woods while glancing to his sides. Tremors came slow and powerful, a tempo settling, the leaves shuffling. "Either you can hide out in that forest until the mere vibrations of my hoofsteps knocks that forest down."

Sultry giggles rained in want for something more. "Or you can enter my personal forest. Soft and wispy and silky. It's more like a jungle you'd have to fight through."

Something changed in this strange moment. Those distant forehooves rose over the forest and crashed somewhere in the beyond, the shock waves tickling the back of Shining's hooves. How had he escaped that first hoof? Sprinting and leaping from underneath it, though it was close... it didn't feel in his favour.

As the hoof came down and he jumped forward, it was like the wind embraced him, plucking him across that fatal inch, a constant force pushing behind him. He dashed left and right, avoiding the domes of shadow on the field that was, seconds later, filled by consuming hooves.

Present. The entrance of the woods became blocked as the taut belly consumed the scene. White waistband clung across its wonderful curve, itself laid as flatly as Cadance could manage, the brim of her underwear tugged to the grass by magic.

"So how about it, hero? This is your one time to walk inside the maiden's princess of your own will." An elongated moan purred; the crotch dropped inches more to a crashing sound. "Because when I catch you after this—I'm not throwing you down the front. Oh no. You'll be tossed in the back and be forced to make that journey yourself."

Delightful and horny was her laughter. "That is if your body can even handle being crushed by tight, twisting, immensely soft mountains of course. Stuck deeply within or pinned to one of their faces. It'd be a nice stroll for me either way."

The siren's call of her underwear called for him. His hooves walked across the clearing, seeing the sprawling white brim inches from the grass, the sloped field of silk within that cavity. Giant sexy mare tugging open her panties before the opening of a woods? The imagery was enough to shatter his iron will.

Until a gift came from the heavens.

Shining neared the entrance as the forest still rocked. The afar hooves behind kept with their tempo of stomps as if to push on his back. Leaves cascaded in clumps from the increasing tension of the attacks. In their emerald colour, one of them was not so, drifting, swirling in the air, composing loops until whipping between Shining's eyes.

Covering them with a single image.

"She's playing with us and that's final."

"Dude! That's NOT what we're afraid of."

"What's your guys' problem with her then? Cadance is easily the best player here, and, she keeps in character so well! The right amount of playing and teasing and—how can you guys not like that?"

"That's our point! Do you know how many re-rolls you've allowed because she batted her eyelashes?"

"What? No way!"

"Or killing my character off because she laid her head on your shoulder?"

“That was—“

"Or knocking over the board after she made a mistake so it wouldn't get recorded in the campaign?"

“...Shining the doomed knight is hopeless, isn't he?"

“Bro. We have the technique. Take this letter. There's a photo in there. Never, ever, open it. Not unless Blushing-Beauty has you so captured you need to break her lady charms. And need to do so desperately."

Shining stared at the image pinned between his eyes. He stood in the middle of the clearing, booms and sweeping winds, now, irrelevant to it all. Seconds passed before a sound rose from him. And it was the gagging before the streams of vomit.

The breeze then took the photo into the current and was swept away.

So far away.

Shining stood in complete silence and stillness and blindness. Not even that crotch made into a playground could be seen. Restriction and tightness faded from his underwear as his mind was horribly cleared.

Not even that sweet aroma beckoned him. Cadance's underwear fume with thickening musk that waded freely into the air. It travelled through the forest, encapsulating it in her scent, causing the woods to smell like the inside of her panties.

And though it hooked him still.

That image lurked in the back of his mind.

"There's no way! You have to be kidding me! Are you seriously not throwing yourself in my underwear? I had everything inside of there perfect for you!" Growls angered the forest as the hips lifted from the ground to the view of the back hooves that were far behind it. "You will be mine, Shiny! This forest cannot protect your cowardice!"

The hoofsteps returned. Shining backed into a tight passage of densely packed trees that shook in the steps. One and two building into three and four, five six seven eight, nine and ten striking seconds later. The rhythm of the stomping hooves built, each a quake that creaked the board, snaps slicing through the center of trees.

Shining was forced to hop back as a tree fell left over him, doing the same as one, from the other side, fell right. All around trees were cracking and clattering and rolling on the ground. They were launched into the air from distant smacks.

“How long do you plan on hiding away from the big, bad mare? You can't escape without me seeing it." Her hooves increased into their stomps until they ceased to be seconds apart, a constant shaking, quivering, to the lands and trees. "Maybe I'll smother this forest underneath my barrel? My chest and belly should be soft enough. Or maybe my butt? It'd flatten over you before crushing. Perks of being soft, hon."

Shining almost expected to see, through the openings in the rich foliage above, the looming cliff side of her present rear. But that didn't happen. In fact the shaking stopped. Ceasing into stillness as the arch of forelegs glided over the forest.

"But then again... if I'm the big bad mare, and you're the teeny-tiny stallion... aren't I supposed to blow your house down?" The swell of hooves pulled steeps from the entrance into the field behind, clearing a stadium. Chance for escape? Not when the might of her muzzle descended and consumed the area. Her great hair pooled on the ground as her massive eyes glinted at catching him. "Found you."

Cadance's snout turned for a second, a dip and a wink to him, that was, before returning with pursed lips. She blew him a kiss and then blew a current of warm winds. Shining rose to his hind legs, which slid back on the grass, and he shielded his face with forelegs.

Her breath tasted like cherry as it blew him ever deeper into the woods.

Everything was dark and he was wet.

Seconds fought for the return of his vision. Shining arched forward from lying back, soaked in refreshing waters. Shaking his head to the spitting of his mane, he glanced around, a pond surrounding him, rocks lining its curve. Beyond laid scattered and fallen trees and other such derbies.

He nearly expected to wake up on a sprawling cot of white to a curved ceiling of hot pink.

Rather he sat in the pond saved from mysterious force again. Saved, however, became irrelevant as the water rippled. Minuscule splashes crashing into another. Without knowing why he fell back into the water, allowing his hair to bloat upward, hoof squeezing his snout, looking out the surface of the water.

The vast sky of leaves and branches soared above and, in their middle, emerged the massive tip of a pink snout. Shining lost a few bubbles from his mouth as they burst toward the surface. The underside of Cadance's muzzle blanketed over the pond, the vines of her mane, their weight alone, cracking wood beneath them.

Her sea of hair draped onto the water's surface, floating just over him so that, as her extensive eyes were done sweeping the area—they flicked downward. They were violet ponds of their own he'd much rather swim within. Holding his breath, his chest, clenched, at the narrowing of her brow.

He could so easily see her faded face through the laying current of her mane but, as she stared directly in the water, her strands covered him just enough. Her muzzle tipped up and, casting a final circular glance, retreated from the clearing. She disappeared upward. Nothing of her could be seen as the foliage bunched back together.

To the destroyed branches left in her wake.

"An insanely hot mare—let's not forget she's a princess—who so happens to be a good pony underneath it all... teases you on being a geek but still plays your games... so in love with you as to wait a year of dropping hints before making a move... dude." The exasperated pony drank a tall glass of oxygen. "How did you do it?"

"No advice I can give you on that one," Shining replied with a shrug. "I play my life like how I play a game of O&O."

“And that is?”

“Luck build.”

Shining resurfaced at the edge of the pond. Pulling himself out and throwing himself over, the coolness of the grass was a smooth caress on his back. Turning over once more, he pushed on all fours, standing, feeling refreshed after his respite.

"I guess my life has always been a luck build, hasn't it?" Shining cast his muzzle to the gigantic expanse of the forest over him, knowing that, in these woods, a giant muzzle could descend. "Your love stops you from destroying this forest in your lust. That’s what allowed this to be an even game.”

What's next? Shining needed to get back to the castle to finish this... but how? Cadance's aerial view of the miniature forest would see any escape he took. But she'd grown tired of waiting! The big mare would keep ducking into the woods, looking for him, leaving a flight between her legs possible.

So long as he didn't become caught on the way out.

"You did something, didn't you, my hero! I know you're in there." Candace's voice flushed equally across the ground of the forest. "Able to ignore my advances and escape my attacks. I saw you! I know I did. Why do you wind me up so much only to tease me further?"

Maybe she was right on several matters. But none of that mattered as the clatter of something great echoed from above the trees. Seconds later came the winds and moments after that, in a blur of white and a crash blasting him back, an office-building sized die slashed before him.

Shining leaped back as the dice swiped right before him, paving a lane before their size, trees exploding from the touch of its impact. The die lazily fell into the grass. The resulting thud rocked the earth. Cadance still had the dice from before—only enlarged!

“Are you kidding me? Instead of seeing clearly through the forest—my perception is reduced?" Another annoyed huff summoning the start of the next game. "That's it! I'm after you, mister. And when I catch you... it's not just my underwear you'll be spending some time inside."

Shining backed away from the dice as her muzzle was sure to follow after them. He didn't have any dice left—besides the sacred item never to be summoned—and unsure of where to go. At the center of the vast forest, where was he to go? The entrance of where she stood, of course... but where was that?

He gazed at the flat side of the dice and, risking the charge, blasted his horn at the polished cliff. It struck its sides and swirled it around, a tornado spinning it, crashing through more trees in its might. It clattered, later, in another thud.

Not knowing the number of his roll, he trusted in his luck, announcing his wish. "Fates! Give me a guide to escape my demise!"

That beckoned the beast.

In the clearing where the dice had dived, so too did the monolithic muzzle, up to the eyes, did the same. Cadance's annoyed expression hung over the ground like an angry serpent. That cute look of narrowed eyes whenever she got mad. An eyebrow raised as she knew he was there.

Shining dashed to the right and ducked behind the fat base of a tree, back pressed against it as he stood, panting. Beyond it lurked Cadance's muzzle. Her eyes flicked left and right, seeing nothing, narrowing more for it.

Until slowly cutting forward.

Branches snapped at her faintest touch as she pushed forward. Everything gathered into her mane and pelted her face. She didn't seem to care about the brown soot on the hills of her cheeks. It made her cute in a commando way.

Shining choked his breath and, daring it, leaned to the right. He saw over the wooden curve to the side of Candance's face, which size disappeared into the ceiling of the forest, and yet, her snout consumed whole clearings as she snaked through them.

Cadance stopped as a shiver caught her. Shining froze in his lean on watching her. Corners of her lips were tugged, slowly, revealing the polished surface of her corner-tooth. The bulky stalactite possessed his reflection. What caught him more, however, were those plush and furry lips, a narrow lane of softness, a desire to be found between them as they closed.

Arousal at Cadance could be repressed for only so long.

What was he to do? Shining lowered his head as if this was the end. Blue flowers of dim glows sprouted around his feet. At their center, however, was a golden one. Narrowing his eyes at the golden hue, it sparked a tickle at the back of his mind, of peace and sincerity, allowing him to push forward.

Gazing to his left, those flowers sporadically dotted the lands, all blue until a golden one loomed. In the darkness deeper into the woods, there was another glow of gold and, trusting in that, he beat toward it.

"You're here." Cadance whispered as her muzzle came around the tree and devouring the space. Her suspicious eyes continued flicking around in their search for him. "Hiding behind one of these trees. I'd be mad if you were inside of a bush but refused to go in... I'll let you finish that. Offer’s still there. Could even help me trim down there with a cute little machete."

Shining bashed the back of his head into the bark. He whispered through a bitten bottom lip. "Curse you, Sinister-Beauty, in your fantastic and fatal proposals!"

Cadance must have heard as her head whipped to the side like a snake, a curve around the tree to see its back... seeing nothing in its minuscule space. Thrill left her expression a desolated thing. Beneath her, however, Shining had rounded the tree and, without her knowing, crawled underneath her jaw.

Shining held his breath to avoid breathing her exhale. Those powerful nostrils blasted warm currents over the grass, pushing the bunched spades into formation. It tickled him to the point of chuckles, which he suppressed. He was mindful of the jaw above him, the tightness of her maw inches away, one fatal tickle at her fur or skin—and he was gone.

Cadance ground her teeth together and growled. Her cheek smacked into the tree and knocked it cleanly over, laughing, hovering above it the rising cloud of dust settled. "Got you! Didn't expect me to pin you down with a tree, did you? I may not be able to crush you underneath my belly or butt—but these are still made of hollow wood!"

Her muzzle snaked away and hovered over the log. Shining beat his escape between the trees. During his escape, flowers changed, transitioning from blue to gold. One did so immediately beneath him. He followed and trusted in it for, on looking where he would have stepped—saw a branch.

His luck was guiding him through and preventing him from causing noise.

He leaned his head back in relief, dashing, as the massive muzzle of his wife, floating over the log, then thrashed about. Trees were knocked and smashed and demolished in the throwing of her head. This hissy fit allowed his escape.

It was near the end of the woods euphoria tinged his adrenaline. Shining was now hopping from flower to flower, beating a foot from them to the next one, keeping his movements minimal and precise. It allowed escaping from the mare during her sudden droppings and thrashings. Something much continued even as freedom appeared before him.

Titanic hooves loomed in the clearing after the forest, bent as her chest soared overhead, still searching from him. Countless flowers formed before the entrance, a bed of them, signaling the completion of this quest.

Thunderous crashing rained from above.

"Always the stallion able to get away from me, weren't you? It always felt like I'd lose you in a swarm of other ponies... never able to find you in the masses." Her voice was bittersweet. "Was I a terrible pony thinking that, if I lost you, I could never find you in the crowd again? I thought nothing of myself, yet knew I came from something but... in the time I spent with you... I... I truly was allowed to throw away terms like 'nothing' or 'something' or 'social-queen' or 'princess.'"

Shining slowed in his walk to the opening, hearing the voice and feeling it on his skin, it surrounded him still. "But when I was with you... I was myself. I could be myself. You'd already exposed yourself as a cute dork. And that meant... I didn't need to fear how I appeared."

Another heavy sigh blew through the forest, but instead of cracking trees, its only effect was on his heart. "Didn't need to worry how my girls or the school saw me. No worrying about impressing Auntie. I didn't have to be anything more. Because being around you... allowed me to be myself."

Shining stopped before the clearing. "And if I didn't always have you in my life... I could never be like that again. Forced to be a princess rather than Cadance. Only in you have I ever been true to myself. That's why... I was always so willing to play your dorky games."

Sweet laughter as the mare found herself, as she always did, again and again. "That, and chase a little version of you, threatening to stuff a tiny stallion in my underwear. You infected me in a good way, Shiny." Those massive hooves backed into the distance before turning near the horizon, haze consuming them, the stacked-spread of her tail composing their place. "But now it's time to finish this. Another dirty thought of mine, sweetie."

Just like that, love became lust, one side to another, both born of each other.

"During those dark times, another thought came to mine, one stemming from how I knew about your... inexperience on certain matters." Cadance's rump hovered above, shaking, curved mountains jostling beneath taut velvet. Far below the jiggling cheeks, the hefty strands of tail crashed and paved through the ground, swiping further and longer. "Figured if I got you tangled in my tail, that you would never leave, and forever together we could be."

Cadance's head must have tilted back in mock laughter somewhere high in the sky. "But I never expected it to become literal! You can thank Twilight's dance for this one, sweetheart. My tail is soft and silky enough to wipe this forest clean!"

Shining's eyes widened as the full strands, pooled together and rising higher, crashed into the front of the forest. A range of trees was swept clean from its swipe, caught in tangles as another sweep of cotton blasted another park of the woods, each time reaching deeper, closer to him.

"I get to shake my butt and tangle you in my tail! But don't be scared." Cadance laughed against as her back legs stepped in place, unable to handle her excitement. Something warm must have been dripping down her barrel-like thighs. "None of the trees will harm you. Neither will my tail. Once I sit down? You'll back to climb inside the back of my waistband to escape the pressure."

And, with that, Cadance enjoyed a fatal flick of her rear as her tail, swiping across the forest, utterly demolished it.