Night just smiled at her.

Cadance nervously looked back down and silently got to work with her shaking hooves. It didn’t take long to thread all her ragged and wet tail hair through the ring, but it did give her a little time to calm her raging heart. She focused on her breathing, just gently putting the tail hair through the ring while trying to ignore how Night was watching her.

Maybe he saw something when she flipped her tail around. Maybe he noticed that her clit was still reflexively winking. She shivered as she worked, wondering why this was happening to her. She’d never had her body betray her like this before.

Then again, she’d never been this turned on before.

Cadance glanced up from her work, not trusting her body or her voice anymore. Of course he was watching her. Since she was sitting, she let her eyes drift below his barrel and noticed something there. Something long and hard. Something thick. Something that was fully erect.

Her eyes ripped back to the ring. It made sense. It was obvious. He was turned on just as much as she was. They had some sort of chemistry, after all. Was that this was? Was this just chemistry?

She swallowed, realizing that the ring was fully around her tail, but not steady. It wasn’t a tail ring, but it could be positioned so it would be secured. She’d have to slide it all the way down to her dock. The little voice told her to give up. That she’d find some other way to get permission to marry Shining. Maybe they could elope?

She looked back up at Night and swallowed, her face turning into a slight frown as she considered it.

He leaned towards her. “That doesn’t seem like it will hold for very long. Are you passing the round? Or are you getting ready to quit and admit that love alone isn’t enough?

Cadance shivered, that was right. This wasn’t just about her and Shining, it was about love itself. Night claimed that his relationship was stronger than hers, and now she was beginning to understand why he thought that.

From the sound of it, Velvet probably wouldn’t much care that Night was tonguing her a minute or two ago. Shining, though, would be absolutely crushed. He’d still love her, but something would change.

Was Night right? Should she cede before this got any worse?

Her heart raced as she considered the option, and she remembered how light headed and dizzy she’d been. Even her now winking clit still felt good in a novel way. Everything about this experience was new, but it wasn’t exactly bad. How much worse would it get?

The thought made her shiver and her tail tingle. How bad was worse? She had no idea. And if she left, she’d never know. She was sure that Shining and her could survive this much. She could do it, whatever it was. If she was smart, she might even win. She just had to pay more attention to the game, and less attention to her slippery, pulsing, hungry clit.

She slid the ring all the way down her tail so it sat comfortably over her dock. It was a smooth and tight fit, he’d have a hell of a time getting it off without magic. She shivered as she stared him down, feeling her stomach turn over and over again as she tried desperately to mask her nervousness.

If only the shaking would stop.

Night raised an eyebrow. “I guess we’ll get another round out of this. You have it stuck pretty good on your dock, so I’m going to need to use my mouth to get it out.” He sounded disappointed. “That means no more kisses.”

Cadance blushed, but quietly nodded. Of course she should be happy about that.

Night stepped forward, whispering into her ear. “and afterwards, I’m going to keep it on your clit.”

Cadance froze for a quarter of a second, then stepped back to glare at him. “What?”

He continued. “Your winking clit is absolutely gorgeous. I’ve been staring at it, and I think I can get the ring to fit on it. You’ve got a pretty big clit.”

She stuttered. “You… can’t do that. That’s…”

It was what? She wasn’t sure. The reasons didn’t sound convincing. It was her body? It wouldn’t fit? It’s not allowed? In the haze of confusion she was buried in, she wasn’t sure any of those were true.

He smirked. “It’s not against the rules. As a matter of fact you aren’t allowed to stop me. Unless you give up. Will you give up?

Her mind raced over the possibilities. He was allowed to “keep” the ring anywhere he wanted, and she couldn’t stop him. Or she could quit. She glanced back at the ring over her tail dock, then to Night. He looked calm and confident.

He spoke up again, sounding impatient. “So do I win? Is love not enough?”

Cadance growled, refusing to think about it. She couldn’t lose. She’d figure this out somehow. “No. Fine, do it. But after it will be my turn again.”

Night wasted no time walking around her. He lowered his head and she felt breathing on her flanks. There it was—the sensation of warm breath that she was growing intimately familiar with. Only now, it was somewhere else entirely. He was quiet as he breathed heavily behind her. She didn’t look; it wasn’t that she couldn’t look, she chose not to.

She tried not to imagine what he saw. What he smelled. His nose was poked right into her wet tail, and suddenly she felt his mouth around her dock. It was strange, warm, and oddly wet. His tongue slipped around the base of her tail, licking up against her naked skin as it slipped lower, rubbing against a tight ring of flesh that was nestled down there.

She bristled, standing straight as a cold wash of reality ran through her, what the hell were they doing? She almost growled, “That is not my dock!”

He’d just unabashedly licked her asshole. The thought was disgusting. She almost squirmed away, but he put his hoof on her flank to hold her in place.

Night’s voice was amused. “Hold still. I’m working on getting the ring off. It might take a while; you put it on pretty tight.”

She glanced over her shoulder to glare at him, but he wasn’t looking at her face. His eyes were transfixed under her tail, watching something intently. It clearly wasn't the ring, and the pulsing sensation grew stronger. Cadance turned away, unwilling to watch this play out.

She tried again. “My… bum isn’t the ring. Focus on that.” She bit her lip, deciding to urge him along. “Or are you giving up?”

Night snorted. “If you’re in such a hurry, I suppose I should stop playing around. Fine, one more for good luck, then back to work.”

She didn’t startle this time as a long, wet lick trailed unsurprisingly across her tail hole. She muttered. “Disgusting…” surprised at how little revulsion she actually felt now that she wasn’t startled by it.

It almost felt nice.

Her face blushed, and she tried not to think about that.

Surprisingly fast, Night gripped the ring in his teeth and pulled it off her dock. In a flash of pain, her tail was pulled. There was a moment of tension, then a feeling of release as the ring slid up her tail. Far, far faster than it had taken her to put it on.

He stayed behind her, still holding her flank with his hoof. His voice was oddly low. “Are you ready, Princess?”

She shivered, choosing not to think about what was about to happen, or how her burning dock was just stretched a second ago. “Yes.”

There was a moment of silence then something warm pressed on her. She’d been ready. The sensation tingled, and she didn’t move at first. The warmth touched her outside, then slowly spread her lower lips. Something warm and wet slid between them.

She jumped forward and turned in surprise. “What the hell, Night?”

He glared at her, slurping his tongue back in. “I was putting the ring on, as we agreed.”

She blinked, staring back. “Mouths aren’t allowed anymore! I thought you’d use your hooves or something.”

He rolled his eyes. “Hooves aren’t allowed either. But only for getting the ring. I’m placing it. We’ve been using hooves for that the whole time.”

She swallowed, realizing he was right. “But… why your mouth?”

He reached out and grabbed her flank, pulling her back towards him. “We can’t use magic, and my hooves aren’t dexterous enough. I’m not an earth pony.”

Cadance shuddered. Magic and wings weren’t allowed for anything, but all the other things that had been outlawed had been just outlawed for getting not putting.

The little voice told her to run forward as Night pulled her another step backwards. She told it to shut the hell up, it had hardly been helpful tonight.

He licked his lips. “Do you give up, Princess?”

She quieted the voice again. “No… I… do what you must.”

He paused, staring at her exposed body while her blush grew. After a moment, he spoke up. “Actually, princess, the ring isn’t designed for this at all. It would help me get it on quicker if you could flex your clit.”

She hung her head in shame, horrified to be having this conversation at all. “What are you talking about, Night?”

He slowly rubbed circles in her flanks. “I’m just saying that the ring is pretty big, and I’m going to have to get it pretty far down for it to stick. It would be faster if you flexed your clit.”

Cadance took a deep breath, trying to just answer his question and not think about the implications. “I don’t know how to do that.”

She felt his hoof trail down her flanks, then slide slowly under her belly. He pulled it forward until it was settled just under her winking clit, pressing softly into her sensitive and soaked underbelly.

“Here. You have a muscle here. Just clench here. Try it.”

Awkwardly, Cadance tried to squeeze where his hoof was, and was surprised when she felt a long, satisfying squish as her clit was forced slightly further out of its sheathe than the usual winking.

She let out a surprised guttural sound. That had felt strangely good.

Night sounded almost paternal when he spoke in a calming voice. “Good. Now relax and let it slide back in.” He pressed slightly under her clit, rubbing her lower abdomen.

She shivered as she relaxed the muscles and it slurped slightly back in.

“Excellent. Now do it again, but try to keep it in time with your winking. Squeeze and relax, each time squeezing just a little harder. It’ll stick out further.”

Cadance didn’t say anything as she did as she was told. Her little clit squished satisfyingly out, and pulled back in. His hoof pressed in rhythm with her, gently massaging her abdomen from underneath as it coaxed the clit out further with a little higher pressure each time.

This wasn’t just a little lewd, this was obscene. She’d never even considered something like this. Here she was, slurping her clit in and out like it was some second tongue while Night Light, her colt friend’s father and a married stallion, had his hoof massaging under her pussy.

A growing, strange heat was burning her. Each little squish was far too satisfying, and the repeated motion was quickly numbing her to any sort of shame about this. As she flexed her little clit, she felt more of it exposed to air and remembered Night’s thrusting tongue. Shivers ran down her spine, and she bit her lip as she imagined him doing it again.

The electricity burning through her felt strangely vivid, as though it had colors. Everything was simultaneously numb, and tingling pleasantly. She blinked, wondering what was even happening to her as something incredibly, overwhelmingly warm filled her senses.

He kissed her. Not in her mind, but on her clit.

He wrapped his lips around her little clit and he sucked as she flexed, ever so slightly pulling her even further out and this time into him. Everything changed in that instant.

The little voice in her mind actually shut the fuck up, silenced by the raw understanding that this was happening now and there wasn’t a thing either of them could do about it. Her body knew what this meant, and her mind finally gave in and let it take over as her pussy pressed eagerly into his hungry lips.

He gave her now slightly engorged clit a long, sensual lick while still suckling it in his mouth. Cadance’s front legs practically collapsed, cursing quietly at how damned good it felt. “Fuck… “

The warmth blazed into a fire, a strange heat that now circled her body as Night gave another suckle and lick. She expected it, her body was already moving at his tempo. The surprise of how natural it felt, over how good it felt made her moan a curse again. “Fuck… m…?”

Her body wanted this. It was going for it. She wasn’t going to fight it anymore. Some primal part of her brain relished every heated lick, every lewd suckle, and every pulsing quivering flex. She let that primal brain control her legs, her tail, everything it wanted.

Cadance bit her lip to hold back the tide of cursing. This wasn’t her. She wasn’t a mare who would let some stallion do this to her. She wasn’t the kind of mare who would be give in to her body like this. It couldn’t be her. This was just the game.

She shivered as she felt something cold and metallic brush against her clit.

A panic settled in as she realized he was getting the ring ready. She wasn’t ready. Not to stop; not yet. There was something rising inside of her and she had to feel it. It needed out.

She flexed, pressing hard into him and biting her lip hard to hide a whimper as she pushed as much of her pussy into his mouth as possible.

A cold, hard sensation surrounded her clit and pressed almost painfully hard into her. She shivered as Night pulled away, and her hot, now tingling clit sucked back into her body. The ring went with it, and she felt the cool, metallic sensation of it wrapped snugly around her clit and slightly distending her pussyliips.

It tingled strangely, almost burning with numbness. She groaned in frustration. “Night, I was…”

She stopped, unsure of what to say. She was what, exactly? She didn’t know.

Night’s voice sounded cruel. “I’m sure you were. But I placed the ring, and now it’s your turn to remove it.”

Her horn lit up in a panic, and his hoof quickly grabbed it to silence her magic. She glared at him with a barely restrained fury as he chided her. “No magic, remember? And no wings or hooves either. You have to get it off some other way. And if you can’t, then I win.”

She stared dumbly at him before slowly nodding. Him winning was bad, she knew that. But the growing pressure was not only uncomfortable, it was holding something back. The ring was squeezing her clit, and as long as it was there she wouldn’t be able to…

to…

think.

She looked over her shoulder. Night’s face was slimy, stained with an oily sheen. Especially around his deliciously sinful lips. Her body knew exactly why.

She shuddered, feeling the burning sensation, and tried to flex her clit like she’d just learned. Nothing happened, the ring was embedded surprisingly deep in her flesh, keeping her from using that muscle.

Night was watching in amusement, a glint in his eye as he enjoyed her panic and confusion.

She shivered, trying again to flex it. Instead of feeling good, there was a slight pain, and the pressure was growing. She tried gyrating her hip slightly, but nothing happened.

Night spoke up. “Can’t you think of anything, Princess? If you can’t get it out somehow, I win.”

She bit her lip. No hooves, no mouth, no wings, no magic, no nothing. She had nothing. How had she let it get to this? Could she shake her tail until it fell out? She couldn’t let him win. There had to be something…

Her mind drew blanks as her tail angrily swished.

“I… I’ll… I need it out…”

Night shrugged. “I suppose you’ve done pretty well. You’ve been a very good sport so far. Looks like I win, though?”

She shook her head, she could do this. She could free it. She couldn’t lose. She was missing something. She had another tool somewhere. Some other limb, or something.

He tapped her flank, she could hear the slight tinge of disappointment in his voice. “You really can’t think of anything? Is this really how it ends?”

She nervously rubbed her legs together, hoping the ring would work itself loose. Instead all she got was a strange, almost erotic sensation from her swollen lower lips as they rubbed on each other. It couldn’t end like this. He couldn’t beat her. Even he didn’t want it to end just yet. She mumbled her last hope. “Y… You could get it out for me…”

Night’s hoof pressed firmly into her flank. “Now that’s an idea. You haven’t used ‘me’ to get the ring yet. But why would I help you? I’m about to win?”

She shivered, begging him with her eyes. “You… You don’t want this to be over.”

Night pulled his hoof off her rump, and walked around to stand nose to nose to her. “True. I am having fun, as I said before.”

The ring tingled strangely as her body tried to wink but couldn’t. She wasn’t sure what to say, so she closed her eyes and bowed her head. “Please!”

Night pressed his snout to hers and breathed heavily. Cadance breathed in his scent, shivering and unsure as he spoke with a smug calmness. “I can’t say no to a mare in need. How’s this for an offer? We’ll pause the ring game. I won’t give you my blessing to marry Shining, but I also won’t say no, either. Instead, we’ll pick the game back up, starting from scratch. Say… this time next week? When Shining and Velvet are out of town for that guard camp?”

Cadance shivered, feeling the ring coldly inside of her. She needed it out. She also needed more of before. She hadn’t wanted to stop, but now she just wanted the damned ring out. It sat cold and heavy, tightly fixed around her clit. Buried unnaturally in her flesh, and making her ache. She bit her lip.

Night rubbed their noses together, affectionately nuzzling her snout. “Of course, since it’s a tie in my favor, that means that I help you get a little experience before the next game. You’d have to spend the night here—I’ll teach you a few things. Come morning, you’ll be… quite a bit more experienced. And maybe next week you’ll have a better chance.”

Cadance nuzzled needfully back, keeping her eyes closed as she listened to his corrupt offer. She shouldn’t do it. That was certainly an offer from beyond the pale, a place where there was no coming back from. Everything up until now was excusable. The voice in her mind didn’t agree, but she hadn’t been listening to it anyways. She couldn’t do it. It sounded so good right now, but she couldn’t do it.

He slid up her cheek to whisper cruelly in her ear again. “You are about to lose. If you lose now, then you lose everything. I take the ring, you go home in the rain, and I’ll never let you marry him. If we tie, well, we can work it out together over the course of the night.”

She shuddered, aghast at his cruelty. Her heart raced in time, growing angry as much as she was growing desperate. Her cheeks flushed red with frustration and she bit her lip hard as she opened her eyes to glare at him. Her tail twitched. The numbness was painful, but underneath it all was a strange cold fire. It tingled, both hot and agonizing at the same time, while her brain was struggling to keep up with whatever Night was talking about. She couldn’t agree. He was an asshole, openly manipulating her.

He kept talking as he slid back from her face, standing up to lord over her and letting their eyes lock together. “I’m very, very willing to tie with you, Cadance. I’d be excited to. But you still need to learn a lesson or five. You’re far too naive.”

He grabbed her by the chin, gently but firmly pulling her face upwards to his as he frowned in disapproval. “Not everything comes up princesses all the time.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but not even a silent breath came out. Her pussy was pulsing. It felt like the whole thing was trying to flex, but couldn’t. The damn ring was in the way-doing something to her. She couldn’t stay like this. What he was suggesting wasn’t much better than losing. She couldn’t allow it. But it wasn’t any worse, either. They’d already practiced kissing. Her tail was already soaked. He’d already tasted her. It wasn’t like he’d see anything new.

It wasn’t like he’d do anything new. What else was there left to do? It’s not like he would…

Her eyes were still locked on his and she recognized the glint in his eyes. An intimate understanding the hunger in his predatory amber gaze filled her. He totally would.

Cadance closed her mouth in a startle, almost squeaking with the tantalizingly decadent realization that he was going to fuck her tonight. Her whole body felt weak as she shook her head gently from side to side, desperately and willfully not believing it even as she knew it was true.

Night shrugged, letting her chin go but keeping his mouth far to close to hers. “That’s my offer. You don’t have to take it. But it is your turn. What are you going to do?”

She stared at him, keeping her mouth closed. She wasn’t going to do anything on her own, and they both knew it. She couldn’t last forever and they both knew it. Her body was going to explode, and they both knew it. She had been trapped by him. Trapped by his strong blue hooves, his beautiful amber eyes, and his complete and total cruelty towards her.

And they both knew it.

Something about the sheer conniving indifference he’d wielded against her made her feel weak. He didn’t care about her. He would do anything, and he had. What else could he do to her? What else would he do to her?

She truly hated him in that moment. That singular moment where she knew he’d won. Maybe he hadn’t won their game, but he’d won nonetheless. This was at best a pity offer, but realistically had been his sadistic goal all along. Her tail swished angrily, and the little voice in the back of her head had a new timber to it as it tried to console her. This was out of her control, and it wasn’t her fault. He’d tricked her. She could take solace in that. Maybe once the ring was out and the game was paused, she could convince him to stop. The voice reminded her that he wouldn’t stop.

She also knew that she wouldn’t want him to stop.

Cadance closed her eyes, and opened her mouth. Her voice was ragged, and angry. She could never agree to this. She wasn’t this kind of mare. She was the Princess of Love, and she would absolutely never allow this utter asshole to manipulate her any longer.

Angrily, she gave him her answer, glaring at him with now furious eyes. “Fine. We tie. Just take this moon cursed ring off!”

The little voice told her that wasn’t what she had meant to say. She continued to ignore it.

Night lifted her face fully to his, staring coldly at her as he breathed over her taught lips. “The game is a draw. Until the sun rises, you’re going to be my little toy. We’ll see how you feel about my air headed son in the morning.”

Cadance narrowed her eyes in disgust, her heart beating rapidly. The cold hunger in his eyes excited her. The scent of his sweat enticed her. Everything he’d said had made her shake. He wanted her, and he was going to have her. Was this betrayal? It didn’t feel like it. It felt like something different. The heat in her cheeks pulsed as she glared at Night. Her voice was low and angry in her defiance. “I’ll still love him.”

Night pressed his snout to hers, talking directly to her lips in a rough mockery of a kiss. “I love him too. But that’s my point, princess. This isn’t about love. It’s not about love at all.”

Cadance silently agreed as he pressed her into a hungry kiss, this time pushing her slowly backwards with his intensity.

Author's Note

Shining Armor is a nerd. A card gaming, role playing, book reading, music listening, and sports loving nerd. Cadance is absolutely not. She loves a relaxing morning with some coffee and maybe a little socializing. In many ways, they are exact opposites. This works out very well for both of them, as they both have separate interests, but find time and love for each other.