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“He-hey, looking good! Starting to wonder if I should get me the number for Amazin’ Heroes’ strength coach!”

You and your friend Sammie laugh, both careful to keep the sodas you’re both clutching from for once in a long while, yours is still unopened, let alone down to the level your buddy’s at. It’s only listing in your palm for show during the toast that Sammie had with you. If anything’s got you obsessed with keeping yourself trim, it’s…

Well, that’s it isn’t it? You guiltily think, looking back to the TV you’d been humping the mare on the other side of barely five hours ago. Sammie doesn’t know. Nobody does.

Seems the more things change, the more things stay the same, doesn't it? Where you once kept so much from your friend over issues so familiar that you thought you’d lose them over moping over them, now it’s over something you don’t even know how to start explaining to them. At least it wasn’t stuff like you having a hankering for watching pony fiction, though. Sammie in particular’s been a big fan of Pinkie as you’ve pulled her through the alleys of Friendship is Magic, the pink party pony’s proclivity for fourth-wall breaking and multifarious talents like catnip to Sammie.

In fact, it’s why you’re here, hoping against hope she’ll take your shifts for the next few days. You’ve got the funds from Celestia to help sweeten the pot, though no chance to get it to a pawnshop for the trade. But for now, that time you’ve spent with the princesses - and in one of them, to be exact - has confidence sparking through you, and you’re sure you can convince her without showing the money.

“I already feel guilty for not being with you on your trip before,” you begin with the obvious. The thing that’d stuck you here for such a long span of time to begin with. Before you met Celestia, your mind helpfully reminds you (And by helpful, you mean not.) “I want to actually treat you to a feast for once. To start it up.”

Sammie’s eyes roll playfully behind the can of Shasta she tips down her gullet. “You haven’t had that type of space in the ol’ wallet for ages. Pull the other one, dude, it’s got bells on it.”

Indeed it does, you idly note about the curled-end boots she’s wearing. You bite back a ribbing at whether the feet inside those shoes have met a stall since Christmas, either - not just because it’d be counterproductive, but because you’d help pay for those shoes. “So I figured, since we have different shifts at Amazin’ Heroes, it’ll take time to prepare.”

“Answer is no, sunshine.”

Well, there’s that balloon of confidence you had going in this heading the way of the Hindenburg. “Oh, come on, Sami! When this whole gig at Heroes started, I was doing your shifts and mine!”

“Cuz you were the newbie and needed the experience, cuz I had unused vacation time, silly!” Before you can retort, Sammie’s finger flashes out to jab at your ribcage. “And cuz you asked to take the shifts on ‘stead of letting the boss close early then! Can’t save you from every stupid tax, silly!”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. Leave it to the eidetic member of your group to hold your every leap before you look over your head. “Look, Sammie - you said you needed this for your skateboard, an-”

“You’ll be happy to know Jibril’s already offered to sport me the half I was missing!” Sammie relaxed into the couch, closer to where… that spot once was. “Prolly might know if you caught my five messages this morning - heck was your phone at, buddy, in the dryer?” Then her nose wrinkles as her overall-covered butt adjust in her perch. “Cuz I’m thinking this sofa might need one, too. Eesh, dude.”

Thankfully, her looks’ are still one of slightly deterred mischief, and you brush it off. “Look, it's just for one week, Heroes has a policy letting exactly this be a thing, and my boss is already up for it!”

“Final answer is still no, dude.” Sammie’s frown starts growing as she sits up to reach for the remote on your table. “Embarrassed enough that we did all that to keep this roof over your head, asking my region manager to have your shift for a week will be time I could spend not wanting to choke on my own shoe hearing him drone.”

“But…”

“Look, this is a nice offer you’re making, but that’s all it’s gonna be; an offer,” Sammie’s gaze bores into yours, the girl looking amazingly imposing even as she scrabbles for the remote with her other hand. “Not gonna believe you broke two weeks of borderline radio silence to burn more money, and I’m not having you get evicted trying to apologize for something I already forgave you for, so if you-”

Then her hand knocks over the box on your stand… and you gasp in horror as you realize it’s the one holding the Equestrian bits. No! You think. I can’t explain this!

But those precious gemstones are tumbling onto your rug as you futilely reach to stop them, fingers opening and closing like bear traps as your eyes shrink to pinpricks. So does Sammie’s as she sees those bits dance over the threads in your rug.

“No. Way.” Sammie breathed. Her tone is level and dangerously low, as she looks over those colorful bits. “So this is why you’ve been so mum with me and the boys over this whole month.”

Your heart’s about to rocket off to Mars right now, you don’t know what to say. “Look, Sammi-”

Sammie's hand shoots up to silence you, and you do, ready for the guillotine to drop. No way a FiMnatic like her doesn’t recognize where those gems come from. And when she does…

“... you didn’t tell me that you had an inheritance, man!” Sammie jumped up, her own eyes twinkling madly now. “Shit, and here I was thinking you just wanted to watch Magic Duel!”

You blink for several seconds, stuck trying to comprehend the size of the bullet that just missed you. “Uh… I mean, yeah, but…” Come on, focus! Focus! “I mean, how did you know! I didn’t even tell you?”

“About the time you stepped out to visit your parents? Last Tuesday and Wednesday?” Sammie cried. “Course I remember that, I was so steamed you didn’t give a reason! But this?” Her finger jabs at the gemstones littering your floor. “I know for sure you didn’t have that before you left!!”

“M-my parents?” Your mind flashes back to that time, right about in the middle of your exercise regiment. When Celesta and Luna had popped out of your phone to check just how much… stamina… that running has given you.

Seven hours, it had turned out. And another eight to get the imprint of Luna out of your bed.

Suddenly, that ‘scrambled eggs, serving 8’-level blush is back on your face. “Oh, right,” you sheepishly ‘admit’. “Was… it was supposed to be for my trip with you, but it got lost in the mail, and then you had to go without me, and they didn’t know,”

“Oh!” Sammie’s grin drops a little, but you sigh at that. Lent money for a trip wouldn’t warrant a call to your parents on your end, inheritances would. Better your new story stands. “Well then! Guess we have your end of the bargain done! What’d you say to get them to pay you in that?”

You give Sammie a watery grin. “Wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” You also recall repeating that when you told Sammie you were seeing someone - the thing that’d started that Shasta soda toast to begin with - and the deja vu almost makes you laugh.

“Yuk it up all you want, buddy.” Sammie taunts, finally getting her hands on your remote and flipping to the DVD scene. “Just don’t go spoiling this episode for me because you’re too rich to care, now.”

You wouldn’t dream of it. And the episode passes like one too, you only half watching it as your eyes flicker to the clock above. It’s weird, too; that episode is one of your favorites. But you know just what awaits when that clock strikes seven today, and it starts overriding your focus.

Still, it’s not often you’re just chilling with your friends here. It’s only now you really notice how cute Sammie is, and how wonderful it is to share your encyclopedic knowledge of this show with her. Heck, it might’ve been her you popped the question to if Celestia hadn’t popped her own head into your world those countless weeks ago.

So for those last few minutes - for that time when Trixie’s squared off with Twilight in that ill-fated rematch - you do laugh and chortle and cheer along with her. And for that short time, the thought of how you’ll butter up the literal Princess of Love fades away, the Princess's cock-cravings fade away, the bits fade away. It’s just two friends, poring over an episode of ingenuity and graciousness, of big returns and even bigger face-offs.

Until your phone buzzes to life just as Trixie throws down her smoke bomb on screen.

It takes seconds for you to put that phone up, and a speed not reached by any living object before for your eyes to widen at the sight.

“Hello!” Princess Cadance chirps, her wonderfully curvy face and starry eyes filling your screen. “I was wondering - should I prepare myself some for your visit? My sisters-in-law were thorough about your talents and-”

“Keepquitetthereareother-” escapes your lips desperately, but the Princess of Love’s voice was enough to make Sammie’s head start turning anyway. Apparently, not even Trixie’s pratfall was enough to save you this time.

“Yo, who’s that?” Sammie’s eyes are twinkling mirthfully too. “Because if you got some new friends to go with that haul–holy shit, is that Princess Cadance?”

Your hand slaps over the screen before Cadance can reply in the affirmative, Cadance’s voice drowned underneath the clicks and boops of accidentally pressed tabs. “N-no, Sammie! It’s this new app, y’know, like the one that puts dog whiskers and ears on your face and all that?”

Yes, that app has long been put out of popular knowledge - but you hope it sticks.

It doesn’t.

“And I didn’t even know? Any app with that good a quality would be one I’d have on my own phone!” Sammie’s hands stretch out to your phone. “Lemme see, dude! At least tell me the name!”

Once again, panic makes your hands clammy. “Uh… okay you got me.” Here’s hoping this fib works. “It’s a fan of my work on FiMFic. She’s a V-tuber.”

Miraculously… “Oh, word?” Sammie stands up. “I didn’t think you’d give them your number, but - I knew you starting that profile there would work wonders! Awesome, man!” She’s hugging you in seconds. “Gonna guess they’re a looker too, huh?”

“N-not as much as you, of course.” And your eyes turn to the credit-flashing screen before you. “I-in fact, they’re hitting me up for a collaboration. They’re… real eager to see what words they can draw out of me.”

Not technically false, you think. It’s just how they intend to draw those words out of you that you leave blank.

“Oooh, sounds Cryptic,” gushes Sammie. “But I know what you mean. No way am I stepping on your gravy train now, especially with that big restaurant party ahead of us now!” Within seconds, Sammie’s shucking her schoolbag over her shoulder and jogging to the door. “I’ll spread the word and see you tomorrow! Ciao, dude!”

Then her head peers around the closing door, a saucy grin plastered on her freckled face.

“By the way… love all the muscles you’ve been developing lately, not just the ones up in the noggin!”

Then she’s gone, and you’re fighting the red off your face like you’re in a shower as you finally let Cadance’s face through. She’s very patient it seems, shooting you a perky grin the second she lays eyes on you again. “Bad time?”

“Eh…” you sheepishly say. “I mean, you did buzz ahead. I should have checked.”

“Well, then,” Cadance’s eyelashes flutter, crescents of shimmering blue flickering over her eyes like graceful robin wings. “Let’s not waste any time, hmm? The TV of yours is still working, right?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes after you nod in the affirmative. “Someone’s eager,” you wryly respond, drawing a short laugh from that pretty mouth of hers.

“Oh certainly. But I’ve always loved meeting new people! And Aunt Celestia and Luna have been filling me in on all the details of their newest boy toy. You’re a lot different from their guards, though, and in all the right ways. Rawr~!” Well, that cougarish growl is fitting, given the probable age difference between the two of you…

You weren’t gonna lie to her or yourself and say you weren’t interested, though, despite your fledgling knowledge of Cadance. There was a gulf of time between the Canterlot Wedding and the inception of Flurry Heart where Cadance wasn’t in the spotlight much. Certainly, Celestia and Luna’s cock-lust threw you for a loop on what to expect before - you’re not even sure if your body, re-trimmed as it was, could handle where the Princess of Love’s lewd thoughts might venture to…

“Well… I do like standing out, Princess. And I can show you too, if you want.” You barely know what part of you dredged out these words, but seeing the brightening pallor of Cadance’s face makes it worth it.

“Splendid!” Cadance bubbled. “Just let me get through a bigger front than this phone screen. Celestia did warn me about how… awkward that could be, fufufufu~”

The phone screen snaps shut, and your heart un-constricts in your chest. You can see what you've been missing from not meeting Cadance earlier - even here, her tone is disarming yet welcoming, her demeanor patient yet probing.

You might have told Celestia you were her favorite - she was certainly your explosive first, to be certain - but there was just something about the irresistible sexiness of an up-and-coming (pun fully intended) MILF like Cadance that had you second-guessing your decision suddenly. Especially one as fast and free with love as she was, which was fitting given her title. Bagging a hot MILF in an open relationship was like finding a winged unicorn!

You shook those thoughts away before your mind could wander too far, tapping the Screen Cast button on your phone as Cadance’s visage flashed up onto your bigger screen - another great benefit of this new phone you’ve acquired. A quick scan around the room and you’re certain - it is once again just you and the alicorn you’ve wanted to get the inside scoop on.Just like old times.

“Alright, you can come through now, Princess.” you finally say.

She giggled behind a hoof, batting her eyelashes at you. “Please, I think you and I both know that we’re going to go far past proprietary and pleasantries. Call me Cadance.”

“Sure thing, Candy Ass.” You reply with a shit-eating grin - one you’d be too awed by the thought of a magical horse longing for you to ever attempt - and delight in the way that finally threw her for a loop. Cadance’s face could fry eggs now.

The break in her composure didn’t last long, however, and soon enough she’s back to her lascivious jabs. “I bet you’d love to be inside this Candy Ass, huh, stud?”

Now you were the one blushing. Dang, this mare was good.

Without waiting for a reply from you – perhaps your blushing face was all she needed to see – the mare reached towards the surface of the phone screen on her end, testing its resistance. Her hot-pink hoof bulged out the surface of your TV for a moment before shlorping through, appearing about fifty percent larger in reality. Whatever she was using must have been a much different size…

A fact that would, unfortunately, bite the Princess in the rear, literally and figuratively. Her front half got through the screen easily enough, but her other half was a different story. Those tried-and-tested breeding hips of hers had been accentuated even further by an indulgent diet, no doubt encouraged by her husband and other suitors…

“Nnnh! Stupid midnight brownie cravings…” Cadance grumbled under her breath, her blush now rising to rose-bed levels as she struggled to wiggle her bulky butt through the screen. Had anyone been on her end of the line, they’d certainly be getting an eyeful right about now! “Never thought tha-umph-that’ I’d be the one so hooked on another pony’s cakes for once…”

You almost want to ask what prompted that double entendre, though you’ve a feeling you’ll see why soon. Cadance is halfway into your living room, after all.

As it is, it again falls to you to help an alicorn shift their voluptuous curves through your inter-universal threshold. Without waiting for her to ask, you dart forward and grip her behind her forelegs, steadily increasing the force of your grip as you help her wiggle her flanks through. It's slow work, to be sure.

Her struggling, husky voice as you work makes it far more tolerable, though.

“Ohhh, come on! Ah!” She squeals as she works her barrel through the screen. More and more of her perky ass balloons around the edges of the tv, and by Faust you can see just where her previous statement came from; Cadance’s cakes are utterly mouthwatering. Even the jewels tattooed on her flanks seem to jiggle with her every grunt, making you subconsciously grip her around the barrel tighter.

The increased grip seems to do the trick, though. With a couple more eye-catching wiggles and a final heave-ho, Cadance launches the rest of the way through the portal with a sucking shlorp. Then her trip out takes a sharp downward turn, the sudden lack of resistance sending both of you tumbling to the floor with a shuddering thump.

The weight of those flanks your eyes were magnetized to is all too apparent now, with your hips pinned underneath them. Cadance is incredibly fragrant and her skin is quite springy, almost like you’d expect Pinkie to feel.

But then you remember just what position you’re in; the two of you face-to-face, panting as you both catch your breath from that intense bout of exercise.

Cadance certainly has not forgotten. “Such a gent, catching a falling princess so easily~”

Gent? Well, that may as well have a ‘start your engines’ following it, because your loins stir from the pressure of Cadance’s pretty pink pony pussy shuddering on them like an idling NASCAR engine. You can’t help but wriggle a bit as blood starts to rush to your groin.

“Th-Thank you…” you finally squeak out, scooching out from under her trying in vain to avoid getting hard, not wanting to seem too DTF after having just met her…

Thankfully, it seems you’ve done it just in time. “Well, I’m finally in!” Cadence chirped, eyes already fast to scan the room she’s in. “And so modest too! Reminds me of Shiny’s old pad - and it’s every bit as lovely!”

Well, get out the clippers; your smile’s sheepish enough to warrant one. “Celestia thought as much, too…”

“So she said…” whistled the pink alicorn, rising to full height. Unlike Celestia, she’s very much at eye level, her folded wings fluttering lightly as she sizes you up. Again you tense, hoping you’ve had enough time to get your meat in retreat.

“Seems like you’ve gotten a bit firmer than Celestia’s said all those times before too,” Cadance mused. Sweat builds on your brow, almost certain the Princess of Love knows how fast she’s gotten you hard…

..until her hoof traces over one of your trembling biceps. “Jogging and lifting, I assume?” Her eyes ghost over the rest of you now and you’ve relaxed at this point. And also wondering just how many of these alicorns have ESP as a talent. “Legs certainly show it more than the arms. Was this… for me?”

Her baby blue irises bore into you; honesty is your only option. “Uh… I’m sorry.” you pathetically offer as you reach for the remote and shut off your TV. “I swear though, it’s because of Princesses like you that I got the courage to do stuff like this…”

But she realizes something, her cute eyes snapping open as if electro-shocked. “Apologies, I’ve been inspecting you like you’re a prime choice of meat.” Cadance proudly stood in the center of the room, a warm smile crossing her face. “Certainly you’ve some questions of me - I also know of how often you’ve watched our exploits. I’m an open book - is there anything you want to know?”

Many, many imprints of what you could ask the Princess of Love go through, but that nagging thought of what you don’t know from the show filters through first. Besides, pleasure will be coming soon enough - having some exclusive content to chew on is what you salivate for right now.

“Oooh, stranger - do you want me to get that for you?”

You blink rapidly, immediately realize the damp trail trickling down from your lip, and slam a hand over it to try to mask the drool. Apparently, your salivating was a bit more literal than you thought. “Nothing! I mean… Well, you seem like such an amazingly magnetic personality. How did… how did Queen Chrysalis ever get the drop on you?”

Cadance’s brow furrows, those lines swimming across her temple like a mirage. But it’s you who's suddenly sweating, unsure if you’ve overstepped your bounds.

Then Cadance’s chuckle snaps you back to reality, and her next words nearly bowl you over. “Actually, she didn’t take me by surprise.” Then her eyelashes flutter… coquettishly? “Though, taking me was certainly a familiar move by her.”

“No way…” you breathe, before you can stop yourself.

“It was a weird case for all of us, mind.” Cadance chuckles, wings flaring at the memory she was conjuring. “Before Shining was at my doorstep, Chrysalis was in my caboose. She was so… gracious with her tongue, especially when Twilight was over and I had to hide our… sessions.” At the thought her eyes dilate and her eyebrows wiggle - like she was sharing this over with an old friend. Perhaps that was how she always approached matters. “Then Shining came in, and I was so timid wondering how to break it to her… Of course, Chrysalis struck first. She was always so eager to one-up.”

“And that’s what started the barrier?” You tentatively ask. Goodness, this really was hotter than you thought - Cadance and Chrysalis, licking at each other’s nethers, possibly thinking of having Shining join in on their trysts? It’s almost too strange for words.

“No, silly,” Cadence says. “My last orgasm beforehoof did - Chrysalis got out the window beforehand, but the way Shining charged up… my, he thought I was being mauled.” A chuckle rumbles her puffy chest, the floof there bouncing enticingly. “Guess in a way, I was. That doesn’t mean I don’t hope we can’t smooth things out. Where Shining’s always courteous and… colossal,” You don’t miss the line of drool budding at the alicorn’s lip before her lip-wetting tongue takes it away. Far as your steel-trap memory is concerned, you’ll never miss it again. “Chrysalis is so… sinfully savage.”

“Well… you don’t have to worry about beasts like her on this end of the… whatever our threshold is.” You helpfully offer, slumping down on the couch at last.

Cadance joins you with a joyous bounce, but her next words are like a spike of magma to your heart.
“Oh, you mean like the monster lurking in your pants when I first popped in?”

Suddenly the room feels like it's on the surface of Celestia’s sun, you’re breaking out in a sweat that fast. “Wait, you knew?!” You fearfully squeak. “I swear, Cadance, I didn’t mean to-”

Cadance’s hoof rests on your lips, and again, you feel like the world’s winnowed to the pillow-soft feel of that hoof on your mouth and those eyes stripping into your soul. “It’s quite fine, stranger. Actually… it’s refreshing meeting somecreature who’s just as forward as I am, for once~”

You almost want to tell her about Luna’s intrepid streak lately, but don’t. Especially with the anticipation already locking up your joints. “W-wow, Cadence. I mean… I guess getting what you want’s never been a problem.”

“Getting it faster than my fellow princesses has been the only quibble, really.” Cadance’s eyes roll playfully. “But then there are the exceptions the ones I always seek to please for how quick they are to please me. Chrysalis… well, she used to be one. Shining’s definitely still one. And then… there’s you!”

“I… I’m not exactly sure what you’re getting at,” Your heart almost shrinks to a pebble at the pithy lie, though, and Cadance’s knowing smirk flattens it to a pancake instantly.

“Oh, I know you mean well, dear, but it seems you’re terrible at reading moods… I want a piece of what my aunts have been getting~! Even a princess of love gets a little needy at times.” And with that, her horn shimmers with pale blue light, and you feel a breeze on your thighs as your clothes unceremoniously disappear with a flash of magic, reappearing neatly folded on a nearby table.

If Cadance had felt good lying against you before, the skin-to-fur contact you now had with her was exhilarating. Whatever conditioner she used made her fur as soft as a cloud to the touch, and as flagrantly floral as a bouquet of roses. It reminds you of the garden just outside your apartment, those soft petals like fans against your skin every time you leave to start your run.

Only now? It’s the Princess of Love herself whose eyes shimmer with want as she brushes against you. “And I know that my fellow princesses haven’t had the patience to treat you… as well as I can.” Her voice is a silky purr now, hooves dancing licentiously over her trembling abs. “So many duties, so much desperation to clop off and cum. But never the time to…indulge,” she says slyly, tracing a hoof across your chest in tantalizing twirls. Before you know it, she’s up against your face now, her cheek rubbing against yours as her lips and warm breaths ghost against you. “But now it’s my turn, my sexy stranger.”

You almost want to dive in and sculpt your lips to Cadance’s own. By Luna’s leaking labia, Cadance is absolutely perfect at getting you riled up - it’s been seconds and you feel your protruding cock is hard enough to crack steel.

But those cautious, tempered thoughts, like the ones scolding in your skull when you reach for a double chocolate muffin, are picking up again. “A-are you sure? What about if Shining…”

“Our relationship is as open as Sapphire Shores’s hindlegs, my sweet,” Cadance cooes, her breath cinnamony and captivating as it drifts over your face. You wouldn’t believe how much your… fine work with Canterlot’s finest has made everypony there. Goodness, even Fleur’s been begging me to be the trois in their ménage à. And may I say…” Then Cadance happily swings into your lap, looming over you on the couch. “You’re wonderfully scrumptious yourself.”

Your fingers are automatic at that point. Latching onto Cadance’s back, you feel her muscles twitch and then relax under your masterful hands; another thing you have Sammie to thank for, this time her masseuse experience. And Cadance is very receptive to those kneading fingers of yours, sighing seductively into your chest as you make her putty in your grasp.

Goodness, there really were some amazing presences in your life, weren’t there? Buoying you along on your every path to self-improvement, helping to hone your talents, happy to laugh and… well, do lewder things to you, in the equine princesses’ case.

And considering how you can feel her leaking onto your thighs, trapped snugly between her own, it’s clearly bearing - and drenching - fruit. “Even with Luna and Celestia, you’re amazingly forward,” you gasp,

“Well, I am your guest, my-ah!-my very talented friend,” Cadance mewls again as you massage away a particularly heavy knot in her heaving back, her gaze shooting down to eye-fuck your throbbing equipment. It’s now at full length, almost reaching the tips of her swaying mane, and its pre is already drawing sparkling lines on her barrel. “And I love the little name you’ve come up for me, too~”

“What?” You teasingly ask, playing dumb beneath the undulating alicorn. “Candy-Ass?”

“Buckin’ right I’m that sweet,” Cadance shoots back, eyes now firmly locked on yours. “You’re gonna have a taste, big boy.”

Then your bodies and lips crush into each other’s, the heat building between your bodies like a magma eruption. She’s panting into your mouth, twirling with your tongue; if your first kiss with Celestia is like open warfare, Cadance’s embrace is like a frantic, expressionist exploration. She’s not trying to conquer your mouth - she just wants to melt into it, to become one. To love and be loved.

And you let that happen too, your body twisting against Cadance as you do so. Your frotting cock leaps and shudders against the two scorching bodies massaging it, pre now pumping strong from its tip from your plum-sized testes to further polish your bellies. Drool soon slips down to join it from your clashing and you’re certain it’s mostly yours - Cadance, for all the ferocity her tongue has with yours, is also like a vacuum when your lips separate. Every drop of saliva on your tongue seems to slip its way into hers, and the hearts sparkling behind her eyes let you know she’s as hooked on your taste as you are on her scent.

Eventually, though, Cadance breaks contact and you’re left breathless at the sight of her. “Dammit Cadance… you’re relentless…” you pant, your hands now drifting over her still-holstered wings. The feathers twitching there are like a second coat all their own, opulent and heavenly under your calloused fingers.

“And you’re so… imposing,” Cadance wetly hisses back, her hips shooting up the length of your cumpipe in one exquisite slide. You have to bite your lip to keep your eyes from rolling back a full one-eighty. “Feels like you could just bucking break me with one good squeeze of those claws.”

Those smoldering eyes of Cadance dare you to do just that. However, your hands greedily grab at a far more cushiony part of the Princess of Love - her glorious heart-shaped rump. Cadance’s moans hit a fever pitch at that, your hands sinking into her glutes like gelatin as the blood thrums needily underneath. Goodness, Cadance is very springy there too, as your playful swats at her ass are showing - the skin molds instantly to fit your hands, then snaps back to its perfect curvy shape milliseconds afterward, streaks of red shining from beneath her fur in no time at all.

Princess Cadance is an absolute dynamo, in both body and soul. “Like what you feel there, my fucktoy?” she moans, shuddering delightfully on top of you with each small smack you give to her flanks.

After one last peck at your lips, and one last wanton wail as you smack her ass one last time - Cadance slides down until her hindlegs hit the carpet, face-to-face with your prominent manhood. The air that rushes in to meet where Cadance once was feels like it came in from Antarctica itself. But soon, you’re wholly occupied with another source of warmth - the sauna-like breaths Cadance issues over your dick.

Her hooves join in on the fun too, rubbing lewdly over your member’s base, the generous bush of hair right over your throbbing tool making you pant like a dog. Even from your perch on the couch, even with her curtain-like mane spilling over your thighs, you can see that she’s drooling again. Guess you don’t have to worry about your girth matching up to Shining’s; Cadance looks like there’s a five-course feast in front of her, and your tanned meatlog certainly looks like it’ll satisfy.

Until she speaks, anyhow.

“Awww, no rings on this? I always love feeling it pop into my stuffed slit, too…” Cadance pouts prettily, her hooves jabbing at the spot where a medial ring would be on a stallion’s snatch-wrecker. You’re not sure whether to whimper in disappointment or thrust up in desire, until… “Maybe I and my new brand of lipstick should give you that ring, then. After all, with how helpful you were getting me through the portal, I figure you deserve a gift~”

And then Cadance’s lips close right over your mushroom-like bulb.

For a second you think it’s nighttime already, there are so many stars bursting before your eyes. Nope, it’s just your bliss, playing out like a firework show behind your closed eyes as you feel Cadance slurp on your trembling tool. Her lips, her tongue, even the hums stirring from her throat, are all tailored to perfection, twirling around your cock, wringing and baking it with every sweep of her maw.

Otherworldly would be the perfect term for it if every three-syllable-or-higher word hadn’t flown from your brain the moment Cadance started fellating you.

“Mmmmmphhhhhh, Canda-ah!” you try to get out, your thighs closing around her head. “It’s so -oh yes- so good~”

Cadance hums something that unmistakably ‘oh, you bet’ before heaving herself deeper on your cock. And just as before, the land of contrasts starts seeping in - despite those addictive schlorps of her going deeper on your ram-rod, not a drop of saliva escapes her black hole of a mouth. Your cock’s getting shinier and shinier, she’s shuddering more and more on your girth, but her meat-gargling is almost mystical with how non-messy it is.

And she’s also a mare of her word - every time she pulls back, a layer of her blossom-pink lipstick is left ringing your massive fuckstaff. It’s a startling sight, seeing those rings disappear under her hollow-cheeked maw and then replicate closer and closer to your root. And yet, you know precisely when Cadance has finally deepthroated you, her throat snugly wrapping around your bulb.

Cadence then pulls herself off your bulb, smacking her lips salaciously as she sizes up your cock. “Oh… this’ll just ruin my throat, won’t it…?” she cooes, her tongue slipping over one of her forehooves as she lets the pre build up on your glossy girth. Then she’s back on it, and her wet hooves are stroking at your balls, the slick sensation nearly making you cum then and there.

Your hips finally gyrate into her packed gullet at last, as far out of your control as the lightning storm flashing behind your eyelids. But every time you open your eyes, the view before you doth not deceive - that is Cadance, Princess of Love, Forebearer of Fellato, corkscrewing her wet mouth on your mammoth member like it’s an ice-lolly on a summer’s day. Or a fresh-out-of-the-oven hot dog, considering how hot your dick feels in her oven of a maw.

Then Cadance’s horn glows, and that tongue lapping around your cock doubles in length, looping out of her mouth and around your balls too. The lurid sight makes your cock balloon in her throat quick enough to make you dizzy, your vision tunnels to only feature her, your hips now jackhammers as you fuck those tasty lips of hers hard. Even your hands are bis too, closing around her horn to assist her manhood-gobbling. Cadance’s crazed grin around your member - and her lewd grunts right into your bulb - is proof positive of how much she likes it.

You can feel your orgasm creeping up on you, churning heavily in a pair of bulging balls, a coiling fire stoked by the hooves cradling your cum-factories like they’re gold bars. You’re not sure whether it’s her eyes or yours that blaze with the need to seed that throat of hers like an Appleloosan field, but you

“F-fuck, Candy! As-so tight-gonna cu~!”

And then you’re over that hill, the first rope of your cum lathering Cadance’s stomach with such force you think it’ll punch through to her pussy. Of course it doesn't, as the following strings soon fill out her stomach, flooding her throat, gushing around the head trying mightily to seal it shut. Tears sting at Cadance’s eyes, but she doesn’t stop bobbing on your cock, extending your climax drastically in the process.

And above all else, not a single drop of liquid escapes her maw. Whether she’s just that damn good at swallowing, or if her still-glowing horn’s keeping it where it belongs, your sperm is staying right where she needs it. Bathing her throat, painting her mouth, making her eyes roll deliriously at its honeysuckle taste.

Eventually, your spurts start to fade in intensity, and Cadance takes that time to make several final lurid sucklings, firehosing it into her mouth as it recedes from your tool. And with a plop, the only thing wrapped around your fat dick is her tongue, retracing into her mouth like a tape measure as she kisses your tip lovingly.

Speaking of, sweet saccharine shit you’re still hard. No way that unrelenting vice grip of Cadance’s tongue didn’t help in that department too.

“Ooooh, that was a massive package you delivered, kind consort,” purrs Cadance. “Any questions on your princess’s promise then, hot stuff?”

Your hips jerk needily at how literal she’d just made those last two words. “H-how… do you manage to d-do that?” you gasp, pointing at her cum-clean maw.

“Oh what? This?” Then Cadance opens her mouth, every single drop of dickjizz bubbling merrily at the back of her throat. Nevermind, that’s the hottest sight you’ve seen. “I’m the Princess of Love. Sex isn’theavenly if we’re not desperate for every drop the other has to offer. And nopony’s better at getting every last drop than me. Not even my older kin.“ She offers a little giggle. “Twily might though, given enough time.”

You gulp at the thought of that. Goodness, a soul as investigative and magic-fueled as Princess Twilight, slobbering on your knob for science? That might just leave you a shriveled husk by the end of it and you're not sure there’s a better way to go than that.

“But enough about them. I bet you want to deliver another into my plump little candy ass, too, right?”

You can’t nod fast enough, energy sparking back into your sweaty muscles instantaneously.

“Ooh, but look here…” Her hoof drapes across your temple, the cool metal of her shoe making you shiver relievingly as she playfully drags it over your brow. “You’re so parched, so thirsty. Maybe your guest - your Princess - should quench that cute mouth of yours first.”

You’re not sure you need Google Maps to find out where she’s going with this. And when Cadance lays herself carefully on your coffee table with a single roll, shivering at the cool glass pressed into her back and wings, you know just where you’re to take your drink from.

You shuffle along the couch you’re still sitting on, knees digging into the long-abused springs of the cushions as you line yourself up with Cadance’s still closed hindlegs. The musk billowing off her though, makes your cock strain against the gap in the cushions it's wedged into. And the second Cadance slowly lets her hindlegs part, revealing her dripping, swollen snatch to you, you’re salivating like it’s the first meal you’ve had in months.

Eat your heart out, Rarity, you say to yourself.

But this time, it’s you eating Cadance out, as you clamp your lips to Cadance’s clitty at once, tongue lapping at her lips greedily. She’s cotton-candy sweet to the touch, and so are her thighs as they lock around your head instantly.

“Ah! Oh, m-my~! Celestia was -fuck!- so very right about your a-appetite!” moaned Cadance, books and newspapers flying off the table in her wake. “K-keep going, you b-beast! R-ravage your Princess!”

At this point, you want to superglue yourself to that pretty little cunt of Cadance’s. It’s so pungent and and soft! Your tongue’s having a blast - literally in this case, being bathed by more and more of Cadance’s juices as you devour her weeping folds. And seeing the pony above you squirm and buck into your waiting mouth is somehow even more exhilarating.

All this pageantry, plus dinner and a show? Are you sure Cadance isn’t the Element of Generosity?

Certainly, her dripping depths are prime and ready when you dip your tongue right into her walls. Immediately, that wet heat seizes upon your mouth like a velveteen vise, making your tongue wriggle helpless in their clutches. And given how shamelessly Cadance wails at the feel, you know you’ve hit the jackpot.

Immediately, you set the pace, your tongue thrusting as far as it can into Cadance’s canal. Her pussy winks and twitches as your tongue invades it, giving you plenty to swallow down. Your nose is right up against her protruding knob, each tweak it gives to that nub of skin making Cadance’s cries escalate. Heck, your fingers even wedge into the springy meat of Cadance’s flanks to give you a sturdier base to plow your face into her needy hole.

And much like the lips up above on Cadance begging you to go deeper, her lower lips are gushing to reward you just as much. It’s such a turn-on for you that you start grinding your cock into the couch below you, your pre drizzling between those cushions and onto the floor with each roll of your hips. You could probably orgasm again if you truly wanted to, the temperature and the taste of Cadance baking over your tongue’s carnal certainly enough to get you there.

But if either of you is ready to squirt up a storm right now, it's Cadance. Her hips jerk and sway on the couch, she’s drooling a patch onto your most recent TV guide, and her other lips are shuddering tellingly around the muscle invading them. All you can taste, smell, and see are her soaked snatch, and it’s only getting better as you drill her with your tongue. Even her hooves are trying to help you go deeper, latched onto your head as you taste her, rubbing her pearl desperately to give you more to suckle.

And you welcome the chance to drown in this princess’s oasis.

With a sudden twitch, Cadence’s hips shot off the table, your hands now the only thing keeping them aloft instead of the sodden wood of the table. “Yes! Yes! Oh, I’m coming, take it alllllllllll~”

Her climax comes seconds later, pummeling into your mouth like a firehose as her moans devolve into a series of garbled gasps and shuddering squeaks. Her endless waves of maresap bathe your eager tongue and your gaping throat, almost making you choke on its sheer volume. And you drink in every drop you can, though you’re not as thorough as Cadance was, several precious drops of her nether’s nectar pounding from your chin.

Slowly, the sweet storm cascading into your mouth ebbs as well, Cadance’s hips settling to the sweat-dampened table as you give her drooling slit a few more licks. Then you step back to admire your handiwork, your fingers relinquishing their death grip on Cadance’s ass to do so. She even lets out a mewl as you do, and your mind flashes you several luridly suggestive images of what other grips could draw more hot noises from her.

Cadance, for her part, is much more of a mess than she was with your footlong clogging her throat. Her fur’s standing on end, making her look even thicker than before. Her afterglow only highlights the sweat clinging to her beautiful frame, your eyes greedily committing every cur and dip of the Princess of Love to memory.

And her face… by Faust, it’s like you were deep-dicking it before for hours instead of minutes. Her mane fanning around her in purple-and-gold zig-zags, her mouth lolling and shiny, her ruined lipstick smearing her maw deliciously, tracks of mascara and purple eyeliner streaking her blushing cheeks. Those eyes bore into your soul, starving for your touch despite your tongue-fucking of her seconds before, dilating at the sight of your hot and ripped body.

“I want you in me,” those eyes say, second before Cadance’s mouth parrots them.

Then she crawls off the table and onto the couch again. Once seated there, she wastes no time bending over, thrusting her immense ass into your lap with enough force to make the wood of your couch creak. Her tail flags, her hindlegs spread again, and her pussy beckons to you, ripe and ready for railing.

At once, you’re both captivated and jealous of that look on the alicorn’s well-fucked face, staring back at you from the puckered grip that couch cushion has on her. No matter where your stone-hard cock goes into her, you need those eyes on you. Cadance was certainly right in how hypnotizing her influence was - she’s on a totally different level from the two alicorns you fucked before her. More hungry for your cum than Celestia, wetter for you than Luna, and her smoldering stare banishes the thought of anyone - or anypony - but her from your brain.

And it burns at you how easily Cadance can do that. You want to be as good at making her mind tunnel onto you as she is. You want her to clutch to you like you’re the only one she’s ever had in her. You want those eyes to roll and widen and tear as you screw her senseless, as hot and wanton need overloads her very mind.

Thank goodness Celestia showed the best way to do that.

“God, Candy Ass, you’re just like the Royal Sisters, aren’t you?” you moan throatily, both to psych yourself up and to see her eyelashes flutter naughtily. Your fingers are hard at work now, rubbing at her still-wet clit, soaking in her juices. “All this talk of being a goody little four-hooves, all these airs you put on about me being exceptional, and you buck and twitch and drip for me like any bit-hungry slut.”

Of course, you don’t truly think that of some as grand as Cadance - even now, gasping wetly, she’s the pinnacle of curvaceous elegance. But what matters is how she reacts to those words. And react she does.

“Oh, yessss…” she agrees, hips canting unconsciously into your fingertips as she writhes under you again. “I -ohmyfuck- love being a whore for your cock… your tongue… your vo-oh!-voice…”

“Bet you’ve had soooo much practice too, huh Princess?” Now your fingers are treading over her puckered plot, that ribbed ring of muscle gaping as if trying to suck the fingers reading it whole. “Probably had your lips ‘round one of your guard’s twat-busters the second puberty dropped, huh?”

“O-oh, ye of lewd-y faith! I’m a m-ass, oh yes, rim my ass - masterin ALL carnal acts.” Cadance purrs. “All of Canterlot w-wishes they could be in these dripping holes twenty-four seven.”

“I know of Shining and Chrysalis already, Princess.” You grunt happily. Cadance’s other hole is now drizzled with spit, shivering from its holder’s burgeoning lust. “Sure it’s just them?”

Cadence laughs, a staggered, sensuous sound that rockets into your body like a vibrator. “W-why, my sexy stud? Wanna know if you measure up?” she taunts, her hooves tracing over her rippling abs again. “Or do you just wanna know how much gallons of cum your royal cockslut can take?”

“Oh…” you shoot back crawling over her undulating body. “We’ll find that out soon anyway.”

Cadance can’t wait,insistently pressing herself against your tip as it wedges against the beckoning plumpness of her plot.Within seconds, you’re hotdogging Cadance, as she teases you almost to your peak as her tail flutters her lofty scent into your face. Your tip kisses against her ponut as she wiggles against you, a strand of pre stretching from her dock to your tip as a groan leaves your lips.

You grip one of her massive hips with one hand and firmly yank her tail out of the way with another, driving a shuddering moan from her throat from the rough handling. And then, you drill into her hot plot, shuddering at the feel of her suffocating tightness.

“Ooooohhhhh, fuck meeeeee….” Cadance gasps, her hole milking your tool without mercy. Slowly, inch upon inch of your lipstick-ringed girth wedges its way into Cadance’s backrooms, the grind slow but the body you’re sliding into exceedingly fine. “Oh w-wow, not even Shining dares venture into this canal! Y-yes, please b-bottom out into y-your Princess!”

Making new milestones every day, it seems. “Sweet, Cadance. I love knowing your ass is hungry for my dick,” you purr as you start fucking her.

Your hips press further into Cadance, the opulent feel of her glutes soon adding to the carnal mix of lightning playing across your nerves. But eventually you succeed, wholly buried inside Cadance’s tight tunnel as it clenches around your colossal cock.

“F-fuck, Cadance, guess you weren't k-kidding!” you pant, your head haven falling into the welcome mat of her mane moments before. Her mane’s strawberry-lemon musk assaults your nostrils, and the penetrating gaze of Cadance still makes your insides flutter fervently. “You're so hot… so tight…”

“I am yours…and you are mine…” she adds savagely, her hips rolling hungrily against the massive meat log crammed inside it. “Come on, then… claim this candy ass any way you want…”

That sentence is like a checkered flag to your cum-engines. Slowly, you pull her hips back, your bones creaking as she tries mightily to keep you burrowed in her plot. But she gets that wish anyway when your hips snap in, and your footlong mare-breaker crashes into her walls in one fluid stroke.

Cadance’s scream is thankfully muffled by the pillow she’s in, but you can feel that Royal Canterlot tenor stirring its way into your tensed muscles through her very core.

Your hips pick up in speed as you continue to mercilessly rut the Princess of Love deep into your squeaking couch, the cushions embracing Cadance’s sweaty form more with each line-drive you swing into her welcome hole. Her pussy’s starting to gush up, strings of sticky sap drizzling over your knees as you both buck and thrash into each other. Even looming over her, making her ass clap with each collision of your hips, you feel like it’s her trying to ride your cock into sweet oblivion.

And yet, you want to see more of Cadance when you’re doing this.

So your protesting muscles start threatening to quit entirely as you pull yourself back from her husky mane and her delicious wails. Your hands find her jiggling cotton-candy asscheeks, and you get to swatting at them again. The effect is twofold: first, your interuniversal lover’s moans pick up around the cushion she’s biting, and second, the rippling waves of the ass you’re smacking stokes your libido like a roaring log.

But Cadance still doesn’t unroot herself from the couch she’s cradled in as you ram into her glorious ponut. Certainly, it’s not like she isn’t putting on a show for you anyhow: her wings are twitching in luminous arcs as pleasure ricochets through her body, her hole supple and slavering as your member flashes in and out. Even her fore-hooves are at work, gold-emblazoned blurs between her hindlegs as she roughly strokes at her gushing snatch.

Even her flagging tail has looped its way around your neck, preventing you from having to dock it in one of the hands you’re still merrily slapping and kneading.

This is about a message though. One you want to see shimmer in her eyes as much as it does in the sweat sloughing off the body you’re brutally breeding. So your hands nestle in the crook of Cadance’s hindlegs, gripping the tender muscle there instead. Then you grind yourself to a stop with every last bit of the thimbleful of willpower you have left, her feral and hungry wail almost making you forgo your plan.

However, you are undeterred this time, and with a heavy heave of those legs your hold, you spin Cadance over as she’s still rooted on your dick. It’s a miracle your tool doesn’t break around a hole that needy as the alicorn is literally corkscrewed on it. But the pleasure overloading any pain immediately makes the move worth it. And seeing the jutting mouth of Cadance as she’s again on her back before you, her own nerves probably alight at the feel of being rolled on your meat-skewer, makes it more than worth it.

“Ohhh, please… do that agaaaaain…” she gurgles, her limbs twitching helplessly as you push yourself up on her rump. “Fuck, I can feel every vein on your cock when you do that…”

You ignore it for the moment, finally on your feet on the couch and hunched over your mewling fuckbuddy. Now your cock is almost vertical inside Candance’s dripping canal, the alicorn almost pretzelled under your body. You’ve seen this position mentioned so rarely in the FIMFic forums you’ve seen - it’s a mating press, and Cadance’s wide-open eyes scream for you to get to the ‘press’ part of this position already.

“What’s that, Candy? Pound you through this couch like you’re my fucktoy?” You say, placing your hands on the couch’s armrest now. “I live to please, your spunk-hungry Majesty.”

From the first thrust in, Cadance’s mind goes out to lunch, a heaping helping of interdimensional dick-meat filling her insides and shooting her libido to the moon. With this new angle, it’s impossible for the flaring bulb of your cock to not brush against the G-spot you now know all alicorns possess in their welcoming fuckholes. And your hips strike that point of spongy nerves like there’s gold hidden behind it, the plap plap plap of your centers slapping together the only noise you care to hear.

Well that, and the thoroughly abused couch creaking dangerously under your bucking bodies. Oooh, maybe if it broke, your deep-dicking of Cadance could just tunnel on through to her stomach. How hot (and anatomically impossible, natch) would that be?

As for Cadance… oh wow, was Cadance making this new position worth a Renaissance painter’s time just by her face alone. Twisting between boundless bliss and fuck-hungry focus, she brings you in for a sloppy kiss, her tongue now absolutely wild in your mouth as she sucks the air from you. All thought of decorum and precision-level drop-sucking is gone now, the lines of drool slipping from your clashing mouths now joining the pools of pre coming from her gushing slot. Sweet fuck, it’s like you’ve cum in her already with how much liquid is seeping from every hole of hers you’re plundering.

But you know when that explosive moment truly comes and it’s very, very soon. Cadance is apparently following right behind you, if the garbled grunts of “fuck, fuck, harderfasterfuuuuck~” blasting into your ears is any indication. You’re already nipping on one of her folded ears, the taste both sweet and salty as you fuck her harder, your balls slapping into her juicy, plump marehood without mercy.

Cadance’s sexual mastery comes in full force during these final moments: looping her limbs around your body, pushing her dock into your trenching tool on each thrust, moaning the sweetest fantasies into your ear. And the maniacal, cock-crazed look in her eyes certainly makes you believe that you’re the only one in her world as Cadance hotly screams in your ear.

“Fuck yes!” she shrieks uncontrollably. “Break me with your seed! Fill my candy aaaaaaa~!”

Her last word crumbled into nothingness just as the walls to her orgasm do, her loins squirting messily into your twitching abs and crotch. Soon after, your mountainous climax finally erupts, making your balls latch to your body as their load empties out into Cadance. You let out a guttural, primal howl of Cadance’s name, your vision going whiter than her back-tunnel as you paint it religiously with your rich seed. If you thought the feel of her body against yours was hot before, this makes it nothing but a candle in comparison, as rope after river of bubbling-hot spunk spews into her walls like a flood.

Then, you can feel it burst out to streak against her legs and dock, and you know already; this is the biggest release an alicorn’s ass has wrung from you yet.

Then, your couch abruptly collapses, one of the block-like legs under it spinning out like a dreidel as you careen forward. Your hold on the couch is still iron-tight, keeping the tumble from being calamitous, but your still-gushing cock ends up burying itself deeper into Cady’s ass with that motion, two pairs of hips smacking salaciously against one another, and it sends you both into another ferocious climax. Now the cum’s flying everywhere on your bodies from its origin in Cadance’s overpacked backdoor, muscle-twitchingly chunky and musty as it drips down in goopy strands.

Finally, you slump to your side on the couch behind Cadance’s curled-up body, careful to not send another couch leg flying. Cadance’s eyes come back from their roll into her skull, at last, dilated and brimming with jubilant tears as the alicorn comes down off her double-high. She stares up at you as you recover, and the lusty, amorous aura behind her fucked-silly face makes your aching muscles jump, forcing another husky groan from your lips.

“By Celestia’s crown…” she finally pants out. “I never wanna let you go, you stud.” Her hooves are still stroking at her crotch, stirring up the two loads of cum - one far thicker and stickier than the other - for her to taste. “Mmmph, and it’s even better when it comes from my ass too. Impressive.”

Your hips grind into Cadance’s ass at the thought, ripping another silky purr from her throat. It’s your only answer at this point, though - that shout of yours has turned your throat into a throbbing wreck.

As you peer up to the windows above, you also see some minute cracks in the edges as well. Apparently, Cadance’s Royal Canterlot Voice was almost at the level of her sisters’ as well. There’s probably going to be some noise complaints soon, but that’s the farthest thing from your mind right now.

Besides, it’s still the afternoon - most of your neighbors aren’t even home. And you’ve done all the work you can for one day on Candy Ass...

“So…, she purrs, her horn finally twinkling as she curls into you. “Wanna go again?”

Or…so you thought.

Your heart almost drops into your shoes, which hang off your feet. “What the fuck?! You’re really that ready to go?”

“Unlike the other Princesses, I’m very okay with using my magic to get us ready for round three.” Cadacen’s horn finally flashes, and you feel a welcoming heat surge into your muscles - at least enough to pull you into a standing position. “Plus, I’d love to feel your cum balloon me like it did Luna. Celestia had a field day getting that much spunk out with just her tongue.”

“Oh, did she?” you pant, yet a thought strikes you. “B-but… no, wait, now I know it’ll be noticeable if Shining sees you looking like you’ve had a watermelon when you go ba-”

Cadance lets out a flirty chuckle. “Well, Your stories say I have a kid - never said whose.” she points out, her tongue flitting out to wet her lips as she pulls herself to a standing position as well. “Besides, if I have you and Shining fuck me in the same day… maybe that’s what makes it as strong as your stories say.”

Just then, though, a rousing round of applause breaks out. Cadance and you scan the musk-thick room for who it could be, but you don’t see it. It’s just you, your on-but-blank TV screen, and a sound you cannot decipher, familiar as it-

Wait. On-but-blank TV?

But you shut it off shortly after Cadance complimented your body at the start…

“Oh, whoopsies…” Welp, that’s Princess Celestia’s voice again, filled by a jiggle of what you now realize is her chest next to Luna’s, both pushed up against the TV screen. “We really should have phoned ahead, shouldn’t we?”

“Nay, I doubt they would have heard us. Cadance’s carpet-munching session has put that phone very out of reach.” Now it’s Luna’s sexy baritone greeting you, making both you and Cadance’s ears blaze red with embarrassment. They’ve definitely been peeping in on your pounding. “But giving who was servicing her, I doubt they would have cared.”

“Well, we hear you both now, my sisters…” Cadance purrs, her head swaying seductively as she fixed her crown back on it. “So, what did you think of my time with your boy-toy?”

“You’ve done wonderful, Cadance,” Celestia breathed. “You’ve... definitely made him rise to the occasion. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that desperate to please.” Then her head swings down to eye-level, along with Luna’s, bushy grins accompanying them. “It almost makes me wonder what I’ve missed.”

“And I, just how addicting his essence is if Cadance is so driven to make him coat her in it,” Luna adds.

“So we, as the co-rulers of this land.”

“...came to a consensus…”

“And have decided, by royal edict.”

“To command you to show us more of your myriad talents, kind stranger.”

“Oh, you two…” Cadance pipes up, breaking the din hanging heavy over this room. “So greedy, aren’t you? He won’t have enough come to pack both your pretty slits.” Then she licks a trail up your cheek, delighting in the shiver it pulls from you. “But your mouths though… bring those over. They’ll be the perfect prep for him to fill my pretty pink pussy next~”

“Happily.” comes their twinned pant.

Then both mares press their maws to the screen, the glassy surface stretching like shrinkwrap as they open their mouths teasingly. Cadance has a hoof to her lips, a rictus grin stretching her face.

And you… well, it shouldn't be a surprise you’re hard again, thanks to Cadance’s literal magic this time. But the stamina buoying you as you stand on rubbery legs still startles you as much as it impresses you. If anything’s shown that your new place in this world - in both - is a far more treasured one than you thought, it’s this.

Three lovely, vibrant, and magnificent ponies, all united in one common goal.

To fuck the ever-loving shit out of your foot-long hoof-thick cock.

“Oh, not to worry, friend.” Celestia offers. “This expedition is just for that tasty treat you’ve been so… generous with over the past few hours.”

“So it makes little difference if it is from your mouthwatering member…” Luna says.

“Or from your tender, sticky snatch, my fair Cadance,” Celestia cooes, her tongue flagging out.

You’re sure that you can crisp bacon on your face now, but you turn to Cadance anyhow. Right now, it’s first serve, first cum, and she’s definitely shown how good she is wrapped around you. “What do you say, Candy Ass?” you ask? “You first, or them?”

“Well, they doooo have seniority. So let’s oblige these two lovely ladies,” Cadance says, her mane shimmering as she pulls it into a tight bun behind her. “Go ahead, stud; give those Princesses your cum.”

Immediately you’re up, nestling yourself against Luna’s snout as she pants and drools onto your fat nutsack. Maybe you should just have those last five words Cadance uttered on a recorder - it damn sure does the job of getting you in a breeding mood for these sinfully submissive princesses.