Between the Cheeks

by Tinmane

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Cadance, Fetish, Porn, Sex
Length: 4987

Twilight questions her sexuality and wishes to find out using the Princess of Love.

Twilight wants to find out whether she really is a lesbian. She asks Princess Cadance. What ensues is a lengthy, (mostly) anatomically-correct dialogue. Oh, and some corndogs.

Contains: Tribbing, hooves, dubious princest and equally dubious adultery, hooves, threats of vaginal, toys, more hooves, anal, crude humor.
Written primarily for Dirty Little Secret's dirty little contest.

P.S.: You can immediately improve this description by appending "... between the cheeks of love" to every sentence.

Published 2020-05-03 06:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-05-03 06:10:01 UTC

Not the cheeks you're thinking of.

“Twilight! What a surprise! Shouldn’t you be getting ready for your upcoming trip to Manehatten?”

“All done. I had a little time left over, so I decided I’d drop by a fellow Princess convert.”

“It’s nice to see you, all grown up and oh my. Is that your official princess dress?”

Twilight rolls her eyes as Cadance makes a show of examining her perfectly plain dress.

“Come on, Caddy.”

“But look at you! No longer just a regular old unicorn, if you ask me! And you’ve earned it, too!” Cadance gives Twilight a playful prod. Twilight stifles a giggle that turns into a muffled grumble, “Princess of Friendship Exploitation-”

“I couldn’t be prouder of my little ladybug.” Cadance continues smiling even as she backs up to offer Twilight some tea. “So. Wanted to talk about anything specific?”

Twilight sits besides Cadance and pauses, nervously twiddling her hooves and coughing before continuing, “Well, Caddy. You’re the princess of love, aren’t you?”

“This is going to be about sex, isn’t it?”

Twilight’s stunned pout couldn’t have conveyed ‘how did you know’ better if she were shouting it.

“I— No, no, not at all! Well, kinda, but—” Neither could Cadance’s smugness be less permeating as Twilight’s vehement denial only serves to fortify it.

“Twilight. Calm down.” Cadance pours the both of them a floral decorated cup of some quite herbal, sweet tea. “You more than anyone should know that you can always just ask me.” Twilight nearly chokes on her own tea all the same, the hot stuff failing to camouflage her growing blush and instead leaving her tongue quite numb. Cadance with far more conservative sips. “More than even your brother.”

Cadance momentarily amuses herself with the memory of Shining Armor backing into their romantically lit bedroom carrying Saddlers of Catan while she’s prepared herself by posing on the bed in full lingerie, all after she’s insinuated that they could have some ‘fun together.’ In bed. What a lovable goof. He let her win with the largest army, too.

“You got me.” Twilight sighs and blows over her tea as she decides whether to just… spill it. “Well. You might find this silly, but… Caddy, I think I might be into mares.”

Cadance looks up nonplussed and finishes her cup before putting it down. “You’re right, you’re silly. What’s got you so concerned, Twilight? Every other mare is into mares these days.”

“It’s just that— I’m not sure, and…” Twilight waves her hooves around as if she’s concocting some wild formula or trying to wrap her words up into some semblance of structure. “I… could you help me find out for sure?”

“What do you mean?” Cadance re-pours Twilight’s half-drunk cup, then her own.

“I don’t know if it’s romantic or just a— a crush or a phase. Don’t you have some kind of spell to find out?” Twilight stares at Cadance with curious yearning.

Cadance giggles to herself. “Oooof course. Twilight, you can’t solve everything with magic, and only you can find out by yourself by searching your own heart.”

Twilight looks mildly crestfallen at that. She bows her head “… You’re ri—”

“But, I think I can help you.” There’s a little sparkle in Caddy’s eye — other than the purple one in the reflection, of course. “There’s a good way to find out.”

Twilight nervously taps a hoof on the wooden table as she looks around, her other forehoof brushing down the side of her styled mane for the twenty seventh time that evening. She should be here by now. It’s nine minutes before the agreed time, but anyone would arrive at least fifteen minutes early, right? Right? Twenty five to be sure. Forty to be absolutely, completely sure. The wine is getting, uh, lukewarmer. The band switches songs. This one is her song. Again. Every one of them is her song. She looks around the foliage of all the potted plants — she’s checked and made sure those are perfect, too.

That’s when she saw her. Dressed in a rouge flowing gown which elegantly flows down her withers and cascades over her hocks. A more personal, decorative crown - a simple circlet of rose gold with matching spherical earrings - serves as the perfect cherry on top of a luscious princess bod-

“May I accompany you on this evening, Princess?”

“I— Uh—! Hi! Good evening, Cadance!” Twilight shakily stands to attention after failing to lose herself in all her daydreaming, noisily dragging the closest chair away and nearly forgetting to present it to her date.

Cadance doesn’t sit right away; instead, she giggles into a hoof and casts a knowing gaze Twilight’s way as she settles in, “As I’ve suspected, you’re more of a daddy’s girl.”

“Yes! Sure! Daddy! Uh, Caddy— Cadance, no, uh, Princess—” She gibbers after she takes her own seat — or, well, tries to take her own seat.

“Twilight, please. Calm down.” Caddy leans on the table.

“Okay.” Deep breaths.

“And… what’s that?” Cadance peers at the entrance to the mostly cleared out restaurant, ears standing to attention towards the… crowd of instrument carrying ponies and… jesters?

“I thought I’d make the occasion special.”

“… But the band was a little too much. You really didn’t have to order out an entire Mulexican band.” Cadance stresses how ill a fit the energetic but not-quite-authentic dances were by swatting Twilight’s side with a wing. More of her dress comes apart. She already had to replace the gown with a simple skirt, lest she insult with all the graffiti. “Buuuut… Derpy did look great in that Mariachi outfit.”

“I—” Twilight looks back above the waistline, “I know, right? I’ll have to hire her out more often.”

“What are her rates, anyway?”

“Oh, don’t even ask, her prices would make you go cross-eyed.” Twilight muffles her giggling in a wing while Cadance passes her an amused look. The two of them move past the door to Cadance’s Canterlot suite.

“… Sometimes I wonder if I would have married you if it weren’t for your brother and—” Cadance scrunches, just in time for Twilight’s incredulous stare to turn into an outraged squint.

“And what?”

“Nothing! Did you make your mind up about liking mares yet? Tea?”

“You—” Twilight lets out an exasperated breath. ”No, not really? But sure, to the tea. Black—”

“—Black, strong, honey. Twilight! I’ve known you since you were but a little filly! But… hm. I will figure something out.”

“It never hurts to be sure.” She settles down at the coffee table, trying very hard not to glare while Caddy does her… tea preparation dance. How her cutie mark flashes at her through the tattered remains of her long skirt every time she shifts her hind, or the way there’s juuuust a little give to her cheeks as they settle— Twilight’s scrunch becomes quite painful.

’It never hurts to be sure.’ Her expression falls as Twilight’s own words echo in her mind like she’s Sherlock and Moriarty’s just said something really stupid, but she has to give him at least a little credit, dammit. Cadance returns, levitating a cute kettle and a pair of dainty cups complete with petite saucers. She’s saying something, but Twilight isn’t really listening.

“Cadance, let’s have sex.”

A tense moment passes as Cadance looks Twilight over, her lips slightly ajar and her stance wide. Then, another moment passes. Twilight continues shrinking back behind the table, and is about to stammer something in the way of apology when Cadance

“Okay!” Her loud, giddy nod almost gives Twilight a heart attack, “But let me finish my tea first. It’d be a waste.”

Now in the intimate spaces of Cadance’s bedroom — standard luxury fare for a Canterlot suite — Twilight feels all the more self-conscious despite her own request, and despite Cadance’s many assurances. She has pre-stocked the fridge with corn dogs in case Shining would protest — she even hung a ‘Do Not Disturb~’ sign on the handle.

“Wait, isn’t this technically incest? Well, it probably is—”

“Do you want it to be?” The suite becomes all the more intimate as, true to her talent, Cadance’s magic simultaneously lights up all the room’s candles with a deep red hue.

“—since we’re all related somewhere down the gen—”

Twilight hitches with quite a tight-lipped blush as both Caddy’s words and the scene change dawn on her.

“Gotcha~” Cadance giggles as she settles down on the edge of her double bed, crossing her hind legs and tilting her head.

“No!” Twilight shakes her head.

“Oh, come on. You and your br—” She leisurely pulls off bits and parts of her overgarments, starting with the skirt. There is nothing particularly attractive about slipping off charred cloth, really.

“Stop right there.” She sounds headstrong.

“Pft. I know, I know, but…” Cadance looks up and taps herself on the cheek. “He was your first kiss.”

“I was little! It was on the cheek!”

Cadance chews her lower lip as if she’s about to say ‘oh I’m sure it was’, but instead waves her hoof in the air “Never mind that. You wanted to have sex,” She pats the bed besides her, the motion disguising her covertly pulling her miraculously intact panties off. “Haven’t you?” But Twilight remains stood far in front of her, nervously bowing from hoof to hoof.

“… Yes, I have.” Twilight hangs her head, but soon looks back up. “If there is any way to find out, it is that. You are, uh… attractive.”

Cadance taps herself on the chin again, watching Twilight’s eyes as she follows her hind hooves re-crossing the other way. Twilight seems so captivated as to completely miss Caddy’s panties hanging limp, or her naked nethers. “Hmmm.

“… Kiss my hooves.” Caddy flexes a hind hoof, slipping off the horse shoe and letting it clink to the ground as she presents the bare underside to the now deeply blushing Twilight.

“W— What?”

“Oh, come on, ladybug. Don’t pretend you haven’t been giving them looks~— I need to ease you in with a little foreplay, otherwise you would shake yourself apart, wouldn’t you?” She winds that hoof around in the air, quietly giggling at the sight of Twilight’s captivated look — rapt and attentive when she isn’t dodging hers — before biding her forward again, this time with far more weight.

“Okay. But don’t call me ladybug while we… do this.” She sighs and warily approaches with her head low, as low as it needs to be to neatly tuck under Cadance’s held out hoof. Twilight’s hot breath tickles against her frog for a few seconds before Twilight leans in and pecks her lips against the supple flesh. Then again, and again: pushing Cadance’s hoof up through the force of her smooches, each just a little longer than the last.

“You can call me mom if you want.” Caddy presses back, pulling Twilight’s snout a little downward with her toe.

“Please don’t make this weird.” Twilight says as she opens her eyes and looks from behind Cadance’s right hoof, pressing her lips back immediately after.

“Lick my hooves clean, Daughter.” She smells of clove and mint; tastes sweet and refreshing.

“Please.” Twilight groans, lighting her horn.

“And thank you! You better; it’s an order, my ladybug~—Mmfgh.” Caddy is snuffed out with a magically propelled pillow and pushed against the bed before she can get any farther in her villainess shtick. Twilight, in turn, buries herself in both of Caddy’s hooves, catching the other as it raises in alarm. Only then does she apply tongue, pressing in the cleft of Caddy’s left frog, curling around and licking the underside before switching to the other hoof.

In slight glimpses between Cadance’s legs, Twilight can see a bright red cherry winking at her, and it gives her pause — even when she’s so enraptured with Caddy’s toes. She does not stay idle long. Both of Cadance’s hooves curl and her back arches in response to the undue attention, but Twilight wraps a fore around them while she works herself with the other, first grinding on through her own panties before pushing underneath and pushing free. Caddy eventually pulls her hind hooves free of her embrace — in protest or to simply let her hooves have a rest — but Twilight is already on the move when she discards the pillow.

“Wow, Twilight,” Caddy flicks a hoof behind Twilight’s head and frowns: Icky wet, like she’d just stepped out of a muddy puddle. ”I— I didn’t know you would be so into… this…” Her eyes follow Twilight’s as her purple snout nudges apart her hind legs, cheeks brushing past the fur of her thighs with lips apart and…

Nomf. “Ah.” Cadance can observe how her own reflection in that pair of deep velvet eyes morphs, starting with hesitant surprise that fades into a pleasant though absent-minded smile. Twilight lightly bobs her head as she works Caddy’s button, each movement adding pressure to her tongue’s rubs. With her chin partially spreading Cadance’s nethers, Twilight laps between her folds and works the rougher back of her tongue against Cadance’s beating, engorged pearl. With eyes aflutter, she breaks eye contact and pulls away with a suckling *pop*.

“Mmm—No, it’s just a fluke. I have to make sure.” Whether Twilight is teasing or not is completely unknown, as she delivers all with an impressive deadpan. Well, impressive for all but her little vocal hitches as she rubs herself off, or how her cheeks remain perpetually alight with arousal. The hindplay must have had great effect.

“I don’t—Nnn.” Caddy bites her forehoof as Twilight draaaaaaaags her tongue past her sensitive clit, which keeps tingling from its last suckle.

“I have an idea,” Twilight moves up, nudging Cadance forward as she climbs onto the bed— letting her panties drop, as well as a pair of clinks to the tiled floor, but not bothering with the rest of her light dress. She sits on Caddy’s navel and scoots back into position, her left hindleg resting behind Cadance’s right with the other resting on top of her barrel, — equine tribadism style, as the Ponysutra would attest — and Cadance can see and almost feel Twilight’s clit beating besides her own, almost near enough to touch. She can feel its staccato kick and the slick spots it leaves against her fur. Twilight leans forward and pulls Caddy’s right hind to her chest, aligning herself and placing her own bare hoof right in front of Caddy’s snout. “It’s your turn.”
She almost sounds smug the way she says it, but the half-giggle that comes afterwards or the way she excitedly wags her tail reveals her intention to be nothing but pure perversion.

Cadance hums against Twilight’s hoof as she feels her start moving. At first, Twilight merely rests her chin against Cadance’s toe — still fairly moistened — while she works her hips, clenching as she rather experimentally rubs her mound against Caddy’s, resulting in half-winces and little skids as, despite generous pre-lubrication, Caddy’s thick nether lips stick to Twilight’s. She, finally fed up with the confines of her clothes, starts awkwardly discarding her skirt and dress, pulling them overhead with plenty of magical assistance and throwing them aside until she has naught left but her panties hanging off a hoof.

Their nethers align deeper as Twilight arrives at a rhythm, speeding up as she rides out the cleft of Caddy’s pubis, steadying herself using her hind leg. Caddy chews at the side of her lip and pulls at the bed covers with her fores, making little noise — far less than Twilight can. Were it not for Twilight’s primal need to pepper Cadance’s underhoof with kisses, she’d be making a myriad cat-like noises. Her wings stand at odd angles, and she keeps her tail stiffly raised; contrasted with Cadance’s relaxed wings, splayed against the bed for support and laid back tail, shifting here or there with every jolt of pleasure.

“At… Hn, at least you’re not into wings,” Cadance demurely licks Twilight’s frog, eliciting a little delighted noise from her as she pauses her movement for just a moment, one that is exploited by Caddy as she grinds up into Twilight in turn. “We would be here all day if we were to preen each other.” After moistening it, she pulls Twilight’s hind hoof into a lengthy kiss. Just under the cleft of her toe, the edge of her cheeks warmed by Twilight’s beating frog, Cadance presses for long enough to make sure her lipstick will leave a definite mark — and that she might nudge Twilight’s heart rate even higher.

She clearly does, as Twilight begins quite wildly rocking against her lips — making adorable shaky motions that have her smaller, but all the more insistent clit bump-bumping against Caddy’s larger bud. She leaks enough to make their contact quite… noisy.

“… Should we… together?” Her riding had grown frantic, and the cloudy looks she passes to Cadance — what little she can see from behind her hoof — or the many curls of her hoof leave little to be answered.

“Mhmm~.” Twilight quickly repays the kiss after Cadance nods to her request, though in her own messy way. Tongue, kisses and suckles leave Cadance’s underhoof pooling and dripping with Twilight’s saliva — but she could not signpost her orgasm any better when she pulls in, freezes and awkwardly drools across Cadance’s leg while pressing her nethers down against her. “Mnfff—”

Of course, Twilight is the first to cum, and Cadance has to trail directly behind as she presses her clit directly to hers — Twilight’s wildly convulsing, leaking, kicking button — and muffles her own moans into Twilight’s hoof. She leaves a series of thick red lipmarks mainly on Twilight’s frog, but with a few around the rim of her toe — quite visible were she to walk barehoofed.

But more captivating than the sight of red-on-violet should be that of Twilight, twitching with her back arched, her wings trembling against her back — she didn’t quite know what to do with them before, and she definitely does not know now — and her hooves a-curl as she rides out a lengthy, powerful orgasm. Cadance can watch the latter half of it unfold in perfect clarity as hers is dwarfed by Twilight’s, who squeaks into Caddy’s hoof and grinds against her lips long after she should have.

“… Have you made your mind up yet? Twilight?” Cadance says after Twilight’s managed to peer at her through all her post-orgasmic haze, and Caddy props her chin up on top of Twilight’s hind hoof which she’s curled against the crook of her neck.

“… No,” Twilight, panting, lifts all of an inch off of Cadance, and inhales deeply when she spots the mess of translucent juices still pulling the two together. “I need—”

“—You need to make sure? Pfft.” Cadance giggles as she disentangles from Twilight, who in turn gives her a confused, ear-twitching stare.

“Whaaat?” She shakily pulls her hind leg back, etching a fair snail trail through Cadance’s chest fur.

“No, no— nothing, carry on.” She wiggles free from under Twilight, though after a little nudging, and lays on her side as she streeeetches her hind legs out besides Twilight, covertly wiping her hooves against the sheets but allowing the accumulated nectar to droll down her inner thighs.

“Give me a… moment…” Twilight takes deep breaths — she did get pretty excited.

Cadance looks around in the red gloom and lights her horn as she manipulates a water pitcher and offers Twilight a glass.

“Thirsty?”

Twilight looks confused for a moment longer before she lights her horn and downs the entire glass in but a few gulps.

“Thanks.”

Cadance responds with a little pout, “So, you have more planned for your babysitter, don’t you?”

“Yes, I—Don’t make this weird.” Twilight’s on the move again once she checks herself over. Some of her usual sharpness must’ve returned, however, as she looks aside, redirects her magic and nonchalantly ‘borrows’ one of Cadance’s strap-ons from a random drawer.

“You could have at least asked.” Cadance seems impressed, and for a moment questions how Twilight has managed to pick the one drawer that hosted all her toys. One of many. In this temporary Canterlot suite. “Ooh, good pick.”

Unfortunately, she has also picked the rather complicated one. A curved lightly strapped rubber contraption with what appears to be a vessel on one end. Cadance helpfully magically assists Twilight by showing her a bottle of what is meant to lubricate the inside and Twilight squints at the label.

“… fake semen, biodegradable, ritzy red—I… didn’t know this existed. Why would you need fake c—oh.” Twilight hoofs herself in the forehead while Caddy giggles to herself. “Sorry. I’m inexperienced.”

“Not as inexperienced as with the Gazpacho soup.”

“I won’t ever forget that.” Twilight still looks a little miffed about her date-saster. But she carries on with her strap-on, trying to figure out how it’s meant to be held, which has her splaying out on the bed and raising her leg as she tries to fit the thing’s business end in. Cadance almost intervenes when Twilight turns it around with the bulbous end towards, and she pleasantly nods as Twilight peers to her in assurance.

“… Oh—ah.” Slp. After filling the internal reservoir with the slightly red-tinted cum and popping the port closed, Twilight’s inserted it into herself. But while she’s strapping it to her hips, she accidentally clenches around it, spurting a little of the fake cum out the other end with her incidental aim carrying it true.

“Aren’t you premature~?” Cadance licks her snout and tastes the reddish stuff. “Ooh, cherry flavored! My favorite!”

Twilight glares at her while she clicks the straps together around her waist. “Alright.”

Cadance assumes the position without order, rolling onto her stomach and looking over her shoulder as she raises her tail. She still has a golden dock-ring on. Stylish. She spreads her wings and brushes along the bed covers, stretching them out before smoothing them back towards her as she watched Twilight align herself. She does, awkwardly: kneeling behind Cadance and needing to use a little magical assistance to aim for her lips once again.

“Hm.” But she pauses.

“What is it?” Cadance brushes Twilight’s chest with her tail.

“I have an idea.” Twilight pulls back and instead rests the rubber on one of Cadance’s cheeks.

“Oh?” A series of snippy remarks beg to be used, but Cadance truly does wonder what kind of fresh perspective Twilight could bring.

“Well, I can do this—” Twilight’s horn lights up bright for a moment before settling into a dull glow.

“Ooh.” Where Cadance felt but a plain rubber dildo resting between dock and cheek, she now feels a quite leathery and hot member sticking to her light fur and growing erect against her lower back. It throbs and pulses, its head lightly flaring as Twilight sits against her bottom. But as Cadance looks back upon it, all she sees is a translucent purple haze surrounding the rubber — lifelike imitation only in feeling.

“—to make it more, uh, lifelike.”

Cadance stares contemplatively at the translucent purple flare, a tiny dribble of reddish artificial spooge leaking from its extended tip.

“That’s… that’s one reason why I married your brother, not you.”

Twilight tilts her head. “… The cock?”

“… No, his personality.”

This earns Cadance a scathing glare as Twilight slides back and aligns herself.

“We-ell, that too—Ah!”

Twilight does not enter the Princess of Love. In fact, the recently appointed Princess of Friendship instead opts to flip Cadance over, returning her to her prior position of laying on her back. She quickly follows up by straddling her, pushing her hips against her uptured butt, aligning (with a little magical help) her member with Cadance’s lower entrance, clenching a little for added lubrication and slamming in.

Cadance freezes. Twilight watches her face with great anticipation, but after her magical flare spreads her thick donut ring and buries itself deep in her gut, it is not an outraged or even unappreciative expression — Twilight does not even manage to silence her, as the sudden entry provokes a prolonged but not unpleasurable equine whinny from Cadance. Twilight flattens her ears. She can feel Caddy trembling around her ersatz-member, even through the little contact that she does have — most of which is preoccupied with the feeling of her hot internals and the insistent squeezing of her entrance.

“Wow, I didn’t think you’d like anal this much.” Her ears straighten, and she plants a forehoof onto Caddy’s winking clit so she can feel it kick.

“Nnh.” Only a little whinny this time.

“Then again, you look like the type.”

“I- What is that supposed to mean?!” Cadance clenches around Twilight’s dildo, pulling herself up a little as she stares at Twilight.

Twilight snickers, pulls back and slams back into her, halting any outrage Caddy might have had as the semi-magical member bulges her gut. Instead, she arches her back and pulls Twilight in by hooking her hind legs behind her thighs, urging her on in. Twilight starts a slow rhythm that has her rocking back and forth while lightly rubbing Cadance’s button.

“Shiny never… hm.” Cadance muffles herself with her forehoof.

“Oh, what was that?”

“Hrnn,” Caddy chews on the tip of her forehoof, staining the glove with more red lipstick before blurting out, “Shouldn’t you also practice kissing?”

“No, I’m—MMPH!” Cadance wraps her forehooves around Twilight and pulls her in for a deep, deep kiss, waiting not for a moment before pushing her tongue against Twilight’s and tilting her head for greater contact. Neither does Caddy wait around to produce a series of lurid sounds as she exploits every little square inch of that space, running her flat tongue around Twilight’s and guiding her into action, all inbetween indulgent and leaky noises aplenty: Schlp, nnfh— schlrrp, slp.

But Twilight continues her movements, her rhythm far too good to let it be interrupted by something as silly as a deep, passionate kiss.Plap, plap, plap; Her hips bounce off of Caddy’s every time she bottoms out in her ass, plunging her depths with that magically-enhanced toy. She’s likely accidentally spurted a little cherry cum half a dozen times already, but her magical feeling helps her reign it back.

Caddy is the one to pull away, leaving both of them breathy and Twilight particularly covered in uneven red hickies. She wipes her own lips and rests her forelegs against Twilight’s shoulders, her hindlegs almost locking behind her back.

“A-And you! Twilight! How are you so good at this?” Her breaths are hot and sweet against Twilight’s red-stained fur.

“It’s… a family business.” She cringes at her remark not even a heartbeat after it’s left her lips.

“You-” Cadance eyes Twilight with a wickedly amused grimace.

“No. Don’t.” Her thrusts become harsh and insistent, her magical medial ring roughly bumping through Caddy’s ring and back, yet Caddy continues,

“Shining practiced on-”

Twilight cups a hoof over Cadance’s moist muzzle and thrusts rrrright down to the hilt until she can hear the rubber creak, and she takes both the snarky comments melting into content muffled whimpers and the warmth of Cadance’s tongue lolling against her frog as signs of a job well done.

“It’s just a saying, you know.”

“Mrhmmm~” Cadance’s eyes focus less and less, instead often reverting back to upward-looking glances. Twilight can feel her coming close, from the wilder, leakier kicks of her clit down to the near constant trembling of her hips and walls. She seems quite excitable when it comes to anal. So she leans in close, close enough for the fuzz of their chests to mingle with one another and for Twilight’s wide, deep velvets to reflect back the entirety of Caddy’s own messy visage back at her.

“You first.”

Twilight finally clenches, spurting warm cherry-flavored cum inside Caddy’s depths, whose clit starts winking by the second. Cadance grasps at the sheets as her expression slowly degrades, leading to her lolling her tongue out the side of her lips and, half-lidded, staring slack-jawed as… Somewhere, a fireworks display reaches its crescendo. An entire field of poppies blooms at once. The planets enter syzygy — and do they ever. Tectonic plates shift, oceans tide over, and Princess Cadance—

“A-Ah. Ah. Ah. Haaaaa~” Her hooves curl and the bedcovers underneath stain over with spurts of her nectar.

“… Wow. I wish I could take a picture. That’s a face I won’t forget.”

The door-handle rattles and the both of them start upward as the door opens.

“Caddy-pie! Did you see my—” Stunned, Shining Armor, complete with a corn-stained mouth and a half-chewed corn dog impaled on his horn overlooks the scene of two tired, leaky alicorns splayed out across his wife’s bed. Upon the bed lay a whole bunch of sullen bananas; several well-trod toys, each covered in more cherry seed than the last; and many a steel ball which haven’t quite escaped the same fate. The whole scene smells sweet, waxy and all too humid. His eyes slowly focus on Twilight and—

“Twily!” He proclaims excitedly, “Did you see my corn dog?”

“I—” Twilight drawls out, but Cadance intervenes her before the moment of realization comes over Shiny. “It… It’s on your— It’s on your horn again, hon. Again.”

Shining goes cross-eyed for a moment as he re-focuses up at his horn, raising his brows before exclaiming, “Oh hey! Thanks a lot, Cad! I owe you one!” He turns hoof and makes his way back out. “You two have fun sexually experimenting!”

Twilight, still in the thick of her post-coital haze, turns to Caddy and it takes the two of them several more moments before she says, “… I am.”

Cadance agrees and falls back into the sheets.