Night Light reached a hoof forward and stroked her cheek, and oddly, she wasn’t startled by it. The gesture felt natural. It felt appropriate, even. She looked at him, somewhat terrified by what had happened and somewhat calmed by his touch. Unsure of what to feel, she blinked out another set of burning tears, wetting his hoof.

Night took a long, slow breath, simply staring at her face. “I can’t get over how stunningly beautiful you are.”

She closed her eyes, trying to shut him out. Why did the words feel so good? What had they done? Had it been wrong? The little voice could talk again, and piped up that it had indeed been wrong. She’d been unfaithful. She’d cheated on Shining.

She wrestled with that idea, tossing it around in the dark of her mind. She still wasn’t sure what Night had done to her, but it had clearly been an intimate act. Maybe… it didn’t count?

Cadance desperately clung to that idea. They hadn’t had sex, and she’d done it to prove her devotion too Shining. She needed to do it. How it had felt was irrelevant, what was important was that it had been a necessary act. Nothing more. It was fine. She hadn’t cheated with the… whatever it was.

She opened her eyes, letting Night fill her vision again. Somewhat angrily, she squinted at him. “What the hell was that?”

He smiled back, affecting a caring and almost fatherly tone. “Experience, Cadance. Just a little taste of what you’re missing.”

She stared blankly back at him. “So can I marry Shining yet? Are we done now?”

Night smirked. “Not at all, Princess. It’s still your turn. I’m sitting on the ring after all.”

Cadance stood up, feeling the awkward and embarrassing sensation of her wet mane and tail. Worse was how messy they were, and the cloying moisture between her legs. Even though her outsides felt disgusting, her insides felt warm and fuzzy. She was oddly energized, and felt entirely unashamed of her ragged state. Even her wings felt good to flex.

She looked at Night, still angry with him. “I’m going to push you over, then take the ring.”

He shrugged, then grinned and winked. “Fair. Going to put it back on your horn?”

Cadance gaped, swallowing hard before answering, “No. You’re not doing that to me again. I’m going to.. uh… hold it in my hoof, very far away from the rest of me.”

She glanced down, slightly ashamed that she couldn’t think of somewhere better to keep it. Night didn’t say anything, and when she looked back up, he had his hooves spread wide like he was waiting for a hug.

The gesture made her angry, and she reached out to put her hoof on his surprisingly muscular chest. She took a moment to feel it before she realized what she was doing and shoved him away, hard.

Night went tumbling across the closet floor, sliding into the wall with a light thunk noise. He grabbed his head with his hooves. “Ow! That hurt.”

She just nodded as she took the ring and held it out high and away from her. “Good.”

Night stood up, dusting himself off as he walked back. “Then I guess I’ll push you over. The ring will fall off your hoof and I’ll put it… in my mouth. Pushing will be outlawed.”

Cadance groaned. Of course it would be something weird. “Your mouth?”

Night frowned. “Yes. Now, It’s my turn.”

When he pushed her, she thought he’d just press hard enough to send her to the floor. Instead, he braced himself and shoved her hard, sending her tumbling almost as far as he’d been. Cadance felt the thump as she landed, and the ring rolled away from her. “Oof. That was hard, Night.”

“I can take it and I can give it, Cadance. What about you? Anyways, in it goes.” He plopped the ring into his mouth, swirling it around for a bit before he added. “Tastes like metal.”

Cadance blankly stared at him as her mind reeled. She couldn’t just grab it, her hooves were out. She considered punching him to make him spit it out, but punches were outlawed. Her horn was also out—for many reasons. She couldn’t use her wings, or magic. Groaning, she realized that she was running out of options.

Shining smirked. “Does that groan mean I win? You really can’t think of anything?”

Cadance blushed. She absolutely could think of something, but she didn’t like it. “No…” She didn’t like it at all. “I’ll… use my mouth to get it from yours. And I’ll sit on it again, since pushing is out.”

Night winked at her, then pursed his lips in a quick mock kiss. “You’re cute, but you still have to find it. It’s hidden in here.”

Cadance groaned. Her wet back end felt cold, and her hair felt unnaturally heavy. She was incredibly uncomfortable about what she was about to do. It wasn’t a kiss. She was just going to be digging around in Night’s mouth with her own. Begrudgingly, she admitted that at least it wasn’t as bad as the horn thing. Even if it was, by some technicality, a kiss, it would still be just a kiss.

With a sinking feeling in her gut, Cadance stepped forward, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips to his. Cautiously, she used her lips to pry his open, finding them pliant and easy to move. He wasn’t resisting her, but he also wasn’t doing anything on his own.

Her tongue slipped between, and she found herself frozen. When Shining and her had kissed, they’d kept it to little pecks. She had a strict no tongue rule that he’d followed. She’d completely forgotten about that up until this moment, even though it had ruled their few make-out sessions.

Yet here she was, already past that. She hadn’t even hesitated to shove her tongue into his father’s mouth. Her tail tingled as she tasted him. Cadance wasn’t sure how to proceed. Night’s mouth was slimy, a little cold, and his tongue was… bumpy. The odd texture gave her pause, and without thinking she raked her tongue across his.

The spark in her tail lit a small fire as her tongue continued to explore. Night tasted… fine. Not good, not bad, just like an extension of her mouth. The only odd thing was the occasional tingle she got from her lips, or the sensual way his tongue felt on hers (which she tested again, just to be sure) or maybe the way his breath rolled from his nostrils across her face. All the cold wet places across her body where she felt uncomfortable were turning into warm wet places that felt uncomfortable in a whole different way.

Her heart throbbed in her chest, and she made an odd noise into his mouth. She tried not to think about it, when suddenly she tasted metal. There it was, hidden in his lower cheek. Carefully, she fished it out of his mouth with her tongue, slipping it into hers before she pulled away.

She spat the ring out, staring at it as she caught her breath. How long had that been? How many seconds had her tongue been buried in his mouth. Her eyes glazed over as she remembered the textures, the slimy sensation, and the strange warmth throughout her body.

Night piped up. “So, are you gonna sit on it?”

She glanced at him, her eyes slowly refocusing. Oh, yeah. They were playing a game. “Sorry, I was lost in thought.”

Night laughed. “I’m a pretty good kisser, right?”

She absentmindedly lied as she sat on the ring, her voice calm. “That was not a kiss.”

Night shrugged. “Then we’ll go for a real one. I’m going to pick you up, and slide the ring out from under you with my back hoof. Then I’ll put it back in my mouth, and maybe we can try again.”

Cadance blinked, her heart dropping at the prospect of doing that mouth thing that definitely wasn’t a kiss again. Her dropped heart beat heavily, thrumming from just above he belly while her mind circled around the horrifying realization that she was sitting on the ring. Her tail was soaked. Was she sitting directly on the ring? Was it under one of her cheeks?

She shifted uncomfortably, mortified as she felt the ring rub pleasantly against her very, very wet pussy. A sinking feeling consumed her as she realized that Night was going to pick her up, and then put the now very wet ring in his mouth again. The ring that had been coated in both of their spit, and now was soaked in her leaking arousal.

As he stood up and reached down, she fruitlessly determined that her only hope was to become as heavy as possible. Since that wasn’t going to work perhaps she could convince him to keep it somewhere not his mouth? “Maybe you put it…”

She was cut short as he wrapped his hooves around her body, and hefted her up with a slight groan. His arms and chest squeezed her tightly and she was pressed against his stomach. The sudden momentum distracted her and she squeaked in surprise. She was squeezed tightly, making it a strain for her to talk, “Oh… You’re stronger than I expected..” She realized that it may have come across a little too nice, so she added. “for an old stallion.”

Night stared at her, their faces inches away while he scraped the ring across the floor. “I might be old, but I’m in good shape. You’re a little bigger than me, but it’s kind of nice to hold you like this…”

Cadance couldn’t help but blush as her body was held firmly against his, belly to belly. She noticed the lines by his eyes. He was old—at least much older than her. In a way, she found them handsome. It made him look a little more distinguished than she had previously realized. As she realized she was having this thought, she glared angrily at him. How dare he be attractive.

Night smiled warmly as he gently put her back down. “I can’t wait to pick you up again. It was nice.”

Cadance wasn’t sure what to say as she watched him reach for the ring. With a squeaking, desperate voice she made it as far as. “Wait… it’s…”

He picked it up from the wet spot on the floor and plopped it directly into his mouth.

Cadance’s face turned a dark red as she pathetically finished her sentence. “dirty…”

She couldn’t believe he’d done that. Surely he’d seen the mess. He’d grabbed it with his hooves, he had to feel how slick it’d felt, and he’d just thrown it into his mouth without a moment’s hesitation. Now her pussy juice was inside his mouth. Shining had never done that. He’d never come close. She’d never been this turned on, and she’d never been this close to another pony while turned on. The worst part was how inconsequential it seemed to him. Night was simply shuffling the ring around in his mouth, probably hiding it again.

Did she like this? All of this? Curiously, she felt a weird tingle at the realization that he’d just swallowed some of her juice. She was inside of him, and that thought was strange. Here he was, this incredibly confident older stallion who seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and her pussy juice had gone down his throat.

She shivered, unsure how she felt about it, but her face still burning red from some feeling.

Night smirked and then winked. “Ready.”

Cadance’s heart raced as she considered her options. Maybe she could try to use an elbow or something? No, her mouth was still the best option. She swallowed as she slightly salivated. Yeah, she definitely should use her mouth, but it was also definitely not a kiss. She was going to not kiss him again, and she’d get the ring. She licked her lips, slowly whetting them.

It wasn’t like she enjoyed this. It wasn’t a real kiss. There was a tingle under her tail, and she ignored it. She couldn’t control her body anyway, she’d already tried that. So what if she left a wet spot on the floor? Apparently Night wouldn’t even notice. All she had to worry about was getting the ring, not what her dumb body was doing.

The little voice in the back of her head was quiet, only sadly observing as Cadance stepped forward and pressed her lips into Night’s. He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t stop her. Cadance watched his eyes as she slipped her tongue through his lips. This time, she noticed that his tongue was oddly slick, and slightly salty. The bumpy texture was still there, and she focused on his warm amber eyes while she drug her tongue slowly across his, experiencing the oddly slick, but heavily textured surface of his tongue.

She almost felt like she could see what he was thinking, and the slight hint of a flush to his face made her heart race. Was he blushing because of her? The thought stuck in her mind. Was he feeling the same things she was? The same slight burning under his tail, the same odd shortness of breath, the same almost tingle that treacherously rippled under her skin wherever they seemed to touch?

The thought was thrilling.

Her tongue glanced against something metal, tucked near the back of his mouth and she paused—unsure of what to do. She didn’t want to push it deeper, but it was really far back. For a second, she considered pretending she hadn’t found it. When she realized the thought that crossed her mind, her eyes focused on his again, and she could tell that he knew.

He was amused.

Embarrassed, Cadance closed her eyes and opened her mouth wider. She pushed her mouth into his, hard, and thrust her tongue deep in a strange gesture. It felt wild invading another pony like this, and Night just let her. Cadance had to turn her head sideways, and was sure her cheeks were flaming red again. She wondered when she’d stop blushing, when she’d be able to not kiss him and stay her normal shade of pink. Carefully, she fished out the ring and slid it back through his mouth and into hers. Her tongue had gone in far enough that she could have thrust it down his throat.

She pulled away from his lips, breathing heavily around the ring, and refusing to look at him.

Night put a hoof on her shoulder. “That was one hell of a kiss, Cadance. You’re going to be good at that… with a little experience.”

Cadance glared back up at him, her face still flushed and a forced anger in her voice. She had to be offended. The little voice only weakly sort of agreed. “That was not a kiss, Night.”

He cocked his head, confused. “But you didn’t say your moves before you did that. You’re going to have to put the ring back, so you must have kissed me for fun. And it was fun. I’m glad to see you loosening up a little.”

Cadance stared in shock as her heart felt lower, and the pleasant burning in her stomach turned sick again as it flopped and turned like a coiling snake. “What?”

Night licked his lips and waggled an eyebrow. “You didn’t say your move. You just leaned in to kiss me.”

Cadance whispered as she tried to remember what, exactly she’d done. Her body and mind were trembling as she mulled it over. “I didn’t… I was trying…” She glanced up at him. “it wasn’t like that…” she said, weakly.

He shrugged. “Either way we have to put it back, then you have to get it out. Now come on. That pretty little mouth of yours has some work to do.”

She stared at him in disbelief as she felt something crumbling inside of her. What had she done? It hadn’t been a kiss, right? It couldn’t have been a kiss. She weakly turned her head from side to side, pleading with her eyes to Night.

He raised his eyebrows, then softly nodded his head up and down as he lightly bit his lip. His answer was clear. As far as he was concerned, she’d kissed him. She’d kissed the handsome old stallion tongue deep and he’d liked it. Cadance shuddered at that horrifying arousing realization.

She hung her head in shame as she tried not to think about it. Shining would forgive her. He’d have to. With that little bit of consolation in the back of her mind, she slowly swung her head up to see Night motioning towards her with his hoof.

He was smirking.

“Since you kissed me without asking, it’s only fair that I get to kiss you. I might as well take the ring back while I’m at it.” His eyes narrowed and he held up his hoof expectantly.

Nervously, Cadance stepped forward. She wasn’t sure if she should do this. The little voice piped back up, weakly telling her not to with the full understanding that she would. It lived in her body as well, and it could tell exactly how unbearably warm she was.

As she stepped within reach, his arm snaked around her neck like some sort of chain pulling her forward. He made her feel like a dog on a leash, doing tricks on command. He pulled her the last little bit of the way, and she was surprised by how strong he was. His arms didn’t look it, but Night moved her like she was nothing. Or perhaps she wasn’t exactly resisting him.

Cadance’s lips pressed against his, and she felt his hoof around the back of her head. She was trapped between his steel hoof and a warm, increasingly inviting sin. As his lips parted hers, she closed her eyes and tried not to understand exactly why ponies sin.

This time, he wasn’t passive. Night’s tongue teased across her lips, just barely entering her mouth. He breathed, deliberately filling her with warm air directly from his lungs, let her hold it for a bit, then gently sucked the air back out of her. The sensation was truly unique as he quickly taught her to share the same breath, passing the hot moist air back and forth. His tongue hadn’t even started exploring her, and she was already feeling dizzy.

Her fluttering eyes opened, and she saw his eyes narrow down on her, focusing on her with an intense and hungry gaze. Cadance had never felt so exposed as that moment, her whole existence down to this one fraction of a second where Night’s probing eyes could see what she truly was, sinfully dripping tail and all. And he wanted her for it; all of her.

Cadance whimpered helplessly into his mouth, using the air they shared for a shameful admission that didn’t deserve words.

Shame only meant something if the other pony couldn’t see right through you.

Night’s tongue slipped further into her mouth, this time the aggressive flesh draped over hers, sensually massaging it with the same hot, rough texture that she’d felt before. It was so much more dangerous when he wasn’t being passive. She wanted to melt for him. Cadance felt the sick snake of pleasure in her stomach coil and crawl up her chest, forcing its way up her throat to meet his mouth. It wanted to dance for him like her tongue was.

She blinked, perhaps a little too long, and then found herself lying on her back. Her wings were pressed wide and flat against the floor, and her tail was splayed messily somewhere underneath them. When had it happened? It didn’t matter; Night was still holding her by her head and buried in her mouth. She couldn’t think, she could barely breathe.

When he pulled away, she was left breathless on the floor and staring straight up at the ceiling. The ring was gone from her mouth, but that wasn’t the problem. The kiss was the problem. That was a kiss. He’d kissed her. She’d kissed him. They’d kissed. They had kissed and it had been unlike anything she’d ever done before.

Cadance let her confused eyes drift to Night’s. Mindlessly, she watched his eyes as they slowly fell. Absentmindedly, she realized that he was looking down her body. Her neck. Her chest. Her belly. Her teats. Her…

Cadance stared helplessly at his eyes as they devoured the sight of something that was most definitely not her eyes.

Something down there twitched and she felt a warm, wet sensation drip down into her already messy tail. She tried to say something, anything at all, but all that came out was a choked gurgling noise as her throat refused to cooperate with her lungs.

Night licked his lips, and his mouth drew up into an amused sneer. His eyes stayed laser focused as she fought against the unknown sensations that threatened to overwhelm her.

Did she like this? His eyes were alluring, and she’d never felt so exposed.

Shaking with a sudden bout of tremors, Cadance otherwise calmly rolled over. He’d seen everything. Her jaw felt almost painfully frozen, and she couldn’t say anything. What was there to say? She stood up, turned to face him, and barely opened her mouth.

Nothing came out. No denial, no quip, not even a whisper. Her mouth hung dumbly as she stared at him, blinking back shaky, burning tears.

Her hooves were trembling. Her body felt like it was on fire. Something inside of her twitched again, and there was more warmth, this time spreading slowly down her inner thigh.

She tried to talk again, and her voice was a nervous, trembling whisper. “I… I am going to kiss you… to get the ring.”

She blankly stared at him, then added. “and put it… somewhere.”

Night smirked aggressively stepping forward. “Where is somewhere, Princess? Or is this another practice kiss?”

Her tail twitched, needfully. Her legs shifted, spreading further apart. She spoke absentmindedly, distracted by the line that had been thrown to her. “My tail,” She said without thinking.

It had been a practice kiss. Purely practice. That was fine. Filly’s practiced kissing all the time. Not usually with their boyfriend’s dads, but she was sure it happened. That’s all it was. Just a practice kiss.

She swallowed the guilt, pretending it wasn’t there. She could ignore that much, at least for now.

Cadance just needed to get that ring. She didn’t need to think about the rest of this. She didn’t need to think about what she’d just done, what she was going to do, or what the implications were. It wasn’t going to help her. She just needed that ring back.

For some reason.

Night was still smirking, the ring having long disappeared into his mouth.

When she leaned forward to kiss him, she decided to do it quickly. Their mouths crashed together almost violently, and his lips spread with hers. Before she knew it, her tongue was in his head, and his was in hers. She felt him licking around her, mingling his spit with hers as her eyes fluttered open. She met his eyes, then froze as his amber irises contracted.

He was focused on her again. Watching her intently, probably wondering what she was thinking. She shuddered as his tongue curled over itself, coiled backwards into his mouth, and then thrust violently into hers. His tongue rubbed against her tongue, forcing it down and her lips to open slightly. The strange invasion was followed by a moment of stillness where they just stared at each other.

Something about her tongue being held down by his was entirely too embarrassing, and she felt her already flushed cheeks tingling. She felt more exposed than when he was staring at her… tail. A cruel glint sparkled in his eyes, and he coiled the tongue back, massing it back into his mouth. She let her lips close around it as it left her mouth, and she awkwardly pulled her tongue back.

A tingle ran down her spine as their lips puckered against one another, both closed but pressed tightly to each others skin. His lips were warm and soft, somehow his felt softer than hers. She wondered if she felt as warm to him as he felt to her.

Night sucked in a long, slow breath through his nose, and she felt his hoof wrap around her head again. She didn’t feel trapped, at least not in a bad way. Something about feeling his strong hoof holding her face next to his caused another tingle, this one lingering a little longer in her quivering underside than she was used to.

His lips slightly parted, and she let them carry hers. His eyes seemed to pulse as they opened slightly, and suddenly his tongue invaded her mouth again. She let it, feeling it spread her jaw and roughly rub against her tongue.

His eyes narrowed, and he pulled his tongue back only to thrust it in again.

She had another moment of strange dizziness, and her wet tail limply careened to the side. Something tingled across her belly and up her chest. The sensation caused her to lean into his thrusting tongue, pressing harder into his mouth.

He did it again.

She whimpered.

And again.

She felt something good under her tail.

Again.

Her legs spread wide, bracing her body strangely.

Again.

She moaned.

Again and again and again and again.

Cadance’s body mindlessly thrummed in tune with his strange assault. Sparks arced up and down her, and the good feeling began to flicker in time with his thrusting. She was shamelessly on display, and vaguely she realized that the feeling was her clit winking.

Her blurry eyes refocused on his, and she realized how intensely focused he was on her. He knew. Obviously he knew, he was the one doing it. He was the one making her feel like this.

She gurgled into his mouth, surprised to find something metallic in hers. He pulled her out of the kiss, and shamelessly used his other fetlock to wipe the drool from his face.

Cadance stared blankly, her clit still winking in time with the now nonexistent thrusts of his tongue. She was confused. Her body screamed at her in frustration, and the little voice screamed back that she better make up her damned mind.

Night used his same spit covered fetlock to wipe the drool from her flushed face. He smirked as he closed her lips with his wet hoof, slightly toying with them. She felt his hoof slip slightly inter her mouth, and she gave it a light suck out of reflex; as though it had been his tongue.

It was warm, but hard, and it tasted the same that his mouth had.

Night smirked as she lightly sucked on his hoof. His voice was low and surprisingly sweet, almost loving when he praised her. “Good girl…”

Cadance’s eyes went wide as a very warm tingle rushed through her body. Horrified, mortified, and absolutely thrilled, she gently grabbed his hoof and pulled it out of her mouth. He didn’t resist her.

Her voice shook as she spoke. “Don’t… do that.” She wasn’t very convincing.

He shrugged, putting both hooves down and finally freeing her. “I suppose it’s your turn. I believe you said you were going to put it on your tail. Do you want any help getting it on?”

Cadance shook her head, not trusting her voice as she sat down and gently began working the ring over her tail. She didn’t want his hooves anywhere near her tail right now.

The thought gave her pause, and she looked up to him with pleading eyes. What was she doing?

Author's Note

Cadance always had a difficult time with her ascension to princess hood. While she tried her best to stay "normal," every pony she met outside of Shining's family treated her with an undue (and generally unwelcome) amount of respect. Shining, Velvet, Twilight, and even Night were in a very small group of ponies that still treated her like a normal pony, and this familiarity was something she cherished. Luckily, she's cultivated a more familiar attitude with many friends across the Crystal Empire; mostly due to Twilight's guidance.