Stuffed Starlight

The lights inside Sunburst’s cottage were still burning by the time Princess Cadance and Shining Armor arrived with their guards on the street. That was to be expected, though. Having left little Flurry back at the castle, it had only been a few minutes since she had left. In all likelihood, Sunburst was probably still in the process of getting ready to head out to take on the night of babysitting.

Better not to disturb him, she thought, as Cadance stopped in the front driveway. She glanced around and gestured for her husband to join her along with the rest of the crystal guard contingent..

Shining was the first to join her side, clad in his official garb: a pink bathrobe and a shower cap. Dripping with water and trailing soap suds behind him, he stopped beside Cadance and looked both left and right, eyes squinted to keep the shampoo, and the hints of shame, out of his eyes. “Are you sure this is the last place you saw it?” he asked.

Cadance nodded. “Yes, I’m certain,” she affirmed, “Flurry had her Whammy with her when we left the daycare earlier today and she was playing with it right up to this point.” She pointed at a non-descript part of the driveway. “After acquiring Sunburst’s services, we came back straight away to the royal nursery and that’s when we noticed it was gone.”

“And the crying started,” shining amended.

“And the crying started.” Cadence reaffirmed.

“And you’re sure she didn’t drop it on the way?”

“It’s not in the nursery, and if she’d dropped it anywhere in the street we would have picked it up by now.” Cadance gestured to the contingent of personnel around them—”If none of these stallions found it, then has to be here.”

Shining “hrm” as he scratched behind the shower cap. Seemingly agreeing, he shrugged and declared: “Well okay.” and snapped to attention, prompting the guards around them to scramble to attention. “You heard her, fillies,” Shining Armor shouted, “the plushie is somewhere on the premises. Fan out and find it.”--Whispering, he shuddered “Or Celestia so help us…

“The first stallion I see with a stuffed snail under their shoulder gets commendation from the crown and—”

Cadence butted in front. “MOVE IT!”

The guards spasmed and reaffirmed their salutes, then collided into each other as they chanted in mock unison—“Sir, yes sir!”—“Yes ma’am!”—“Sorry ma’am”—then broke formation to start combing the area.

“Whilst you all do that,” Cadance said with a smirk and a roll of her eyes, she turned and started trotting towards the front porch. “I’m going to knock on the door and ask Sunburst is he’s seen it around.”

Shining responded passively with a wave over his shoulder—“Alright, you do that, Honey—Hey! Hey!” he snapped at one of the guards as they were about to trample the neighbour’s hedges, and broke into a gallop to stop them from falling into the wheelbarrow directly behind it. “You get away from that right now!”

Cadance simply rolled her eyes—Stallions—and returned to knock on the door.

Three quick raps.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

And no answer.

She frowned. “Hm. Strange.”

She knocked again, and when there wasn’t an immediate response, she leaned an ear against the door, listening for any sounds.

All she heard was a faint “...come in…”

Cadance stood back and blinked. She glanced at the window—the curtains were drawn, but the lights were on, and it sounded like he was active. Maybe Sunburst was too busy to answer the door?

“Well…” There was a thump behind her that made the ground shake and Cadance looked back at the gaggle of stallions behind her to see Shining Armor currently struggling to get one of the guards’ heads out of an overturned planter.

She shrugged. “Eh, they’ll be fine,”—and shouted—”Coming!”—Princess Cadance opened the door with the delicate grace she’d learned from her aunt, with her hooves and a liberal application of force. Predictably, as always, it was unlocked.

“Hey, Sunburst, Flurry lost her Whammy plushie I was wondering if you’d… seen… it…”

As her eyes adjusted to the indoor light, her eyebrows raised and her mouth dropped open. The commotion behind dulled as every stallion with a view of the doorway—except the one with his head in a planter—stopped to gawk at the scene in front of them.

One of the stallions gasped a girlish scream, and fainted.

Cadance, for what she was worth, was the most composed. Raising a dainty hoof to her mouth, she uttered a single: “Oh my.”

Sunburst, from his position on the recliner, blinded and covered in cum as he clutched an—equally as covered in cum—plush version of Starlight Glimmer, squinted at the open door and blushed, uttering with a sheepish smirk, a very girly high-pitched voice, the simple words:

“Uhm…”—He winced s Whammy fell off the bookshelf between him and Cadance with a deafening thump—“I can explain?”