Cadance tasted herself on his lips, and on his tongue. She could tell the difference, he was saltier now. Smoother. There was a hint of her own scent rolling through her nostrils, a debauched and taboo sensation added to the already illicit act. Her ears flipped forward, focusing on the experience, and the sensation of being forced backwards by a kiss. Her pussy clenched, but her clit hung like dead weight, saddled with the iron numbness. She shivered.

Step after step, she found herself retreating as he advanced. As their tongues entwined, she was surprised at how aggressive he was being, and how timid her response was. She felt like a cornered animal, exhausted after running for its life and finally cowed by the predator chasing it. The kiss lingered, and she imagined the cornered animal quietly sitting down, accepting its fate. The voice in the back of her head consoled her that she’d had no choice. He pressed their lips tightly together, keeping the distance close and the pressure high, all while invading her mouth.

With a thump, she realized that she’d been backed into the wall of the closet. Her legs stopped retreating, but Night didn’t forgo his advance. With surprising dexterity and a constant kiss, he kept pressing her backwards. Startled, she found herself lifting upwards as they transitioned to standing on their hind legs, all the while she was never let out of his domineering mouth.

Cadance’s back was pressed against the wall, and Night’s chest was pressed to hers. Something long and hot was pressing tightly between them, and Cadance’s animal brain knew it was his cock. The deep seated understanding that this was real, that it was happening right now, to her, caused her to squirm in his grasp. With a horrified shudder, the reality solidified in her mind and she moaned into his mouth. She couldn’t escape, there was quite literally nowhere to run—physically or metaphorically.

Her body and animal brain screamed at her mind with need. The ring was still in, but the warm, tingling dick nestled between her teats and settled up her belly was making her feel things she didn’t know she could. She needed to get the ring out. Her body didn’t care about the ring anymore, it wanted something else inside of her right now.

She shouldn’t be doing this. She shouldn’t have Shining Armor’s father pinning her to a wall with his dick. She shouldn’t be sweating in anticipation for it, quivering with excitement and wondering how it would feel. Her cheeks shouldn’t be as flushed and hot as they were, and her legs shouldn’t be shaking quite so much.

She most definitely shouldn’t be locked in what was now at least a few minutes long passionate kiss with him. Cadance reluctantly gasped for breath as Night pulled out of the kiss, realizing that she hadn’t breathed at all for those last few minutes. She swallowed hungrily, panicked and confused as he leaned into her ear while she caught her breath. “Now I believe I promised to help you get it off, didn’t I?”

She shivered, and then nodded. This wasn’t her fault. It was out of her control. She needed the ring off.

He slowly lifted her upwards, using his hooves to pick her up off the ground while using the wall as a strange brace. She was once again enamored by his strength, although she was growing intimately familiar with it. Her back hooves lifted off the floor like she was on her tip toes for a dance, and her wings spread wide against the closet wall. She looked down at Night, and he looked up at her. He was gorgeous in the dim light, his amber eyes glinting mischievously.

He winked, and smirked. “Since the game is over for now, I think I’ll use a little magic.”

Cadance silently nodded as she put her hooves over his shoulders for stability. She didn’t trust her voice. If she said anything, it would be some sort of pathetic begging. Night’s shoulders were warm and rock solid. His horn was just at her neck, and he looked down as the magic in it lit up. She watched his blue hair shimmer around his casting horn as his head tilted slightly forward and he pulled her waist towards him. He looked so powerful in that moment, the magic flowing around his horn and causing his hair to float in the ethereal wind. Her back hooves lifted off the ground, and she felt them wrap around his waist in a moment of weightlessness.

Had she done that, or had he?

She could feel him in a whole new way. Her numb, burning clit screamed in frustration as his rock hard dick was braced against it. He wasn’t penetrating her, and that made it so much worse somehow.

Night’s dick was nestled erotically between her lower lips, pointing straight up between them while she straddled him. She could feel his length, the meat of his shaft pulsing against her numbed clit, teats, and stomach. She squeezed him harder, using her legs to press him tightly, but uselessly, against her.

Night looked back up, his horn still glowing and his hair still enigmatically floating, as he pressed his snout into her neck and gave a long, slow lick. “That’s a good little princess.”

His tongue was hot, leaving a warm, tingling trail up the side of her neck and to her chin.

Cadance gasped as the lick created a burning arc of electricity down her spine. She couldn’t help it. He was a force of nature and she was only mortal. A moan escaped her once silent lips. A moan that he ignored, continuing to nurse on her chin while she quivered.

And as she quivered, she realized there was friction. Another arc of debauched electricity ran through her, this time from the bottom up. Her spread lips felt good around his shaft. This one, she could control.

She pressed into him, slowly using her straddling hooves to grinding herself slightly upwards against his cock.

This was wrong. She shivered as the pressure of his cock against her numb clit caused her to tingle. Everything felt so good. The heat, the pressure, the strain in her wings, even the burning in her hooves where they were latched around her back. He nibbled somewhere new on her neck, causing her to gasp and slide slightly down his pulsing cock.

This wasn’t sex—but only technically.

She moaned again, tilting her head up so she didn’t have to watch his beautiful blue hair, and his glowing horn. It certainly wasn’t to allow him better access to her neck. Access that he immediately used to suckle deeply on her throat.

She almost cried out in mindless pleasure, stifling the surprising noise on her lips as her legs gave another solid squeeze, grinding herself against his sinful dick.

As she stared at the ceiling of the closet, desperately trying not to think about what she was doing, she idly missed kissing. At least with the kissing she didn’t have to worry about making weird noises. She wasn’t used to making these kind of noises, but Night was squeezing them out of her like some kind of perverse musical instrument. With that thought, Night chuckled into the nape of her neck.

“Don’t hold back, Princess. You are an honest mare, aren’t you?”

A flash of anger raced through her veins, pumping her heart and her body with a strange sensation. She understood him, and she didn’t like that. This wasn’t about love at all right now. If anything, what she felt for him was closer to, but not quite, hate. An intense dislike of him fueled by his cutting good looks, his charming smile, and his asshole personality. As she thought about him, the sensations in her body, and how her legs quivered around his back, she confirmed that this wasn’t love at all. It was something far more physical. This was in some ways love’s companion and in some ways it’s enemy. This was lust.

Cadance ever so slightly gave in to his request as she loudly and throatily moaned. “Fuck you, Night.”

That seemed to fire him up, and his nibbling and suckling grew more intense between heavily drawn breaths. His voice was distracted as he thrust against her, the tip of his dick sliding wetly between her teats and causing her to shiver as she felt herself spread lewdly around the base of his shaft. “That’s a very good little princess.”

Cadance wasn’t sure what she was doing anymore, or why she was doing it. He slid himself lewdly up, just in between her, and she slid herself obscenely down, barely around him. Wasn’t there something about Shining? They slid together again while she realized that she didn’t exactly remember. She could make out the full length of Night’s dick as it teased her, the cock head sliding roughly from her clit to well above her teats.

She senselessly moaned to the ceiling, making a distinctly unfeminine and guttural noise as her body was lit up with an erotic and electric fire. Cadance’s eyes glazed over as the world grew fuzzy, her abdomen twitching with a strange euphoria that made everything feel like some sort of faraway dream.

Dream, or nightmare, it stretched on and on into some indefinite drowsy timeline. Whatever it was, she was vaguely aware that it was Night’s fault. As the world came back into focus, she bit her lip in a brief moment of clarity and frustration.

Feeling achingly hungry in a confusing way, Cadance used her front hooves to grab Night’s head. He didn’t want her to hold back, and she didn’t want to anymore either. She angrily tilted his head backwards, forcing his lips to hers so she could kiss him. When they were kissing she didn’t have to worry about the noises, or whatever they might mean. She didn’t have to think about what she was doing, and how wrong it was or the strange things she was feeling, and discovering that she liked. The electric fire threatened to burn through her core once more, and anger coursed through her.

She lightly bit his lip while his cock pulsed against her inner thighs. Maybe she moaned. She didn’t know if it counted since it was muffled by his lip. Why should she bother keeping track, anyways?

Her clit had a strange and toxic burn lingering in it, hungry for more attention and desperate to be free from the cold, annoyingly heavy ring. She rubbed it up and down, mashing it against him in a passionate fury. Something about the motion, the rhythmic grinding against and with him filled her animal brain with a gloating primal satisfaction.

Maybe this was sex.

Cadance and Night thrust with each other, locked in a multifaceted embrace. Her hooves wrapped around him, his tongue was in her mouth, and the skin of his cock was rubbing intimately across the cleft of her spread pussy lips. The burning in her clit hadn’t let up, either. If anything, that numb inferno of strange sensations had only grown even more dangerous. Everything about this was alien and her clit pulsed agonizingly as it was trapped numbly in the ring.

She tried to squeeze her clit outward like he’d taught her earlier, desperately hoping that the friction had freed it from the paralysis of the cold, metallic ring. Nothing actually moved when she squeezed, but the restraining pressure of the intimate binding felt good as it slammed against his cock.

The feeling surprised her in its intensity, and she moaned loudly into his mouth, her breath almost a grunting scream muffled by his tongue.

What the hell was happening to her? The little voice in the back of her head told her not to worry. That they were far, far past the point of worrying. Now all they could do was to ride this out and deal with the consequences later. Something inside of her ached, and she realized something that was wonderful.

She just didn’t care anymore.

Whatever point he was trying to make, she couldn’t remember. Whatever she was trying to do before didn’t matter. Holding back didn’t mean anything. All she needed was more of whatever this was, and she needed it now. Let him win—Fuck it. She didn’t even care what that meant anymore.

Cadance angrily pressed down on his shoulders as she loosened her legs, lifting herself up and feeling his dick slide down and across her clit. His cock head slipped between her lower lips as she pulled out of the heated kiss, then flopped mercifully underneath her. Night looked a little disoriented as she glared heatedly down at him, his amber eyes twinkling while his brow furrowed. He’d clearly been absorbed in the heavy grinding they’d been doing.

She felt her heart beat one too many times, and realized that the brief look of confusion and hunger on his face had been entirely too enticing. Why did he have to be so damned handsome?

Night slowly licked his lips, then lazily grinned. Her breath faltered, and her hooves shook on his shoulders. Even with his heavy breathing and tight muscles, he seemed completely calm. He’d taken the transition from rough passion to a moments respite with all the placidity of a monk, while Cadance felt like a starving animal being deprived of meat.

Why had she done that again? That was dumb of her.

She was the one struggling to hoist herself upwards. She was the one sliding his dick downward, or rather, positioning herself over it. She froze, momentarily incredibly self aware of her own desire as her eyes met the hunger in his.

Cadance had a moment of odd self awareness, a cold realization that she’d been consumed by something. Embarrassed by her senseless depravity, terrified that Night would see it in her eyes, she averted her gaze to look down between them. She tried to rationalize what she saw.

The lower part of his deep blue underside appeared wet, his fur matted and stained slick. Her pink legs were spread wide around his waist, and her tail hung in a damp multi colored tangle beneath them. She had two little pink teats jutting towards him. They looked more firm than she remembered. Just under that, visually filling the space between them was his dick.

She couldn’t see the tip, it was positioned just under her, probably buried in her tail somewhere. She wondered what she looked like down there. Was she as soaked as his underbelly? Was her pussy throbbing and sensual, like his cock? An ache filled her, a novel hunger as she stared at the distinctly masculine shaft. She’d never spent time to stare at one before. Now it was close. She’d already felt the shaft, and her pussy had kissed the head. Just a brush—a singular electric spark.

What was a little more?

Her heart was fluttering. Her arms were aching. Her clit, normally something she never felt, was heavy and strange. He wasn’t holding her up, he was only pinning her against the wall. He provided the friction while she provided the leverage. Her wings gave a weak flap and she uselessly swished her tail beneath her. She let out a light laugh, entirely unsure of everything while her heart beat wildly and erratically. Every frantic beat was a missed beat, it was entirely out of rhythm.

What were they doing? What was she doing?

His voice seemed to soak into her bones, startling her as he spoke in an almost patronizing tone. “An honest mare like you should ask for what she wants instead of just taking it.”

She glared at him, her emotions warring inside of her. His arrogant smirk was so… absolutely shiver inducing. He was such an asshole. Cadance bit her lip, trying to decide on how she felt as her eyes soaked in his gorgeous face. Her heart thrummed noisily in her chest. She let out a shaky breath before settling on anger. “You wouldn’t bother to ask.”

His smirk turned into a cruel grin, and her heart beat wildly as he spoke. “Oh, I always ask. Not for permission. I just like watching honest mares squirm before I fuck the honesty out of them.”

Cadance struggled with that. He’d been teasing her by calling her an honest mare, but they’d both realized she wasn’t. Of course, he’d known that from the beginning. She was just now discovering it. The smile on his face, the shimmer in his eyes, even the heat of his chest against hers as he pressed closer to her all made her weak.

Frustrated, she glared at him. “What do you want me to say, Night?”

He pressed his chest into her, and her teats touched his surprisingly firm abdomen. She shivered, wishing there was more flesh to contact. “Just a yes will do.”

Cadance groaned in frustration. “What the hell does that mean?”

Night nibbled on her chest, wetly suckling on her fur. Cadance swallowed, focusing on the warm sensation. His tongue soaked into her fur, and she was surprised when he finished the little adoration with a slightly painful bite. She winced, unsure of what to say but unwilling to chastise him for the bite.

He practically purred up her body as he spoke. “What it means, Cadance, is that I want your permission. You agreed to stay the night. We both knew what that meant.”

Cadance bit her lip with a shiver. She knew exactly what she’d agreed to.

Night gave her another wet and warm suckle, followed by yet another nip. This time she squeaked when he bit her.

She was shaking again. Her legs and hooves quivered. Her body was trembling. Her heart hammered uncontrollably. She licked her lips.

His voice was deep, and he spoke into her chest. “So tell me that you’ll be my play thing tonight. My little fuck toy princess till morning. You already agreed to it. You’ve already done it. I just need to hear your sweet, honest voice one last time. Just give me a nice honest yes from a nice honest mare, and I’ll put it in. That’s all you have to do.”

She knew she shouldn’t do it. She knew she didn’t have to. The little voice in her head reminded her that it didn’t matter anymore, that she was already fantasizing about what he’d do to her. That she already wanted this. Cadance didn’t know why she shouldn’t at this point.

She glared at him, her mouth hanging dumbly open as she stared at his eyes and wondered how she’d gotten here. God, he was beautiful. It was a shame he was such an asshole.

While she was mostly holding herself up, he slipped one of his hooves down and gave her teat a light pinch. He gently rubbed it, and she flinched from the sudden pain. Cadance lost her grip around his shoulders and lurched downward, dropping until she was face to face with him again. Her mouth hung open and she gasped for breath while her eyes stared wide at his in utter surprise.

That pinch had hurt.

The stinging teat was growing warmer in his hoof. He’d been ready to catch her with his other arm, and he easily pressed his mouth forward, invading her open lips. He’d been prepared for her to fall, and she suddenly realized that the base of his hard dick was pressed against her again. This time, his cock ran under her pussy, across her asshole, and was rubbing against her dock. All it would take was a slight change in angle, a quick readjustment, and her open admission. All she had to do was say yes.

Cadance’s reluctance gave out as her tongue gave in. She met his lips with her own and pulled his face to hers. He gave her teat another pinch, and she squealed into him. What had he asked? His tongue was so hot. His arms were strong, and his hoof stung but also tingled warmly.

God, his cock was so close.

Night pressed her tightly against the wall, and she wrapped her wings around him, trying to pull him closer. She needed more of him. There had to be a way to get more of him into more of her.

He pulled out of the kiss, keeping her pinned to the wall with one hoof while he toyed with her teat with the other. Cadance squirmed and moaned.

She’d wanted something. No, wait, he’d wanted something. Fuck. What was happening again? Why did her clit hurt so much?

His voice was a whisper, sweet and dark. “Just say, ‘yes’, and I’ll put it in.”

She didn’t remember why that was wrong, but she knew it was. Her heart beat drummed, fully out of cadence with the lone strange worry. She didn’t care if it was wrong. Cadance moaned back. “Yes…”

Night licked his lips as he smiled. “Now that’s a good little fuck toy.”

Cadance wasn’t really paying attention. She focused on the sensation of his cock as he slid it backwards, and maneuvered it with his magic. She felt him create some space, lining himself up with her and feeling the flared tip press hotly against her dripping pussy lips.

He pulled further away from the wall, but held her to it by pinning her wings with both of his hooves. It slightly hurt where he pressed, but not enough that she minded. She was hanging from her wings, almost like she was in flight, but as a result she’d tilted slightly sideways as her legs stayed wrapped around his retreating waist.

She slid down a little off his shoulders, and clung to his arms as she hung suspended in an awkward supine position, anchored by him pinning her wings on one end, and by her quivering legs on the other. His cock twitched at her entrance, and the flesh inside the painful metal ring agonizingly throbbed. He paused looking at her face as she awkwardly slunk downwards.

She tried again, desperate to continue as she begged. “Yes…please?”

He just chuckled. “Let’s play, Princess.”

As he moved his face towards her, There was a new sensation. The pressure on her pussy grew, and with an obscenely wet slurp, Cadance knew what it felt like to be filled.

He slid all the way forward, leaning downward to kiss her. Her breath stilled as the new sensation grew.

The world grew still and quiet around her, and she breathed deep. The hunger, the craving, the need was being… sated.

Cadance moaned into his mouth experiencing a deep and newly fulfilling satisfaction for the first time. He kept her pinned against the wall, slowly pressing forward until their hips met. Something slapped gently against her asshole, and she groaned into his mouth again. He wasn’t letting her out of the kiss to discuss this.

Her clit rubbed against his abdomen, and she realized he was all the way inside. Completely and totally inside.

There was no question. This was sex. She was doing it.

The thought sent another a cold shock through her body. What would Shining say when he found out? She threw that thought away. The more pressing question was when was the damned ring going to come off? The numbing sensation seemed to be growing, and a small part of her was worried it was dangerous somehow. Would having sex change her? Would other ponies know? They said you could tell a virgin by her walk. Would she walk different now? Would she… smell different or something?

The panicked thoughts came and went in an instant before his teeth distracted her. He’d bitten her lip, and she glared angrily at him, even as he was fully buried in her.

He pulled out of the kiss, breathless and smiling with an intense but calm glare. Cadance stared back at him with wide, almost terrified eyes and an open mouth as she tried to come to terms with the feelings and thoughts that swarmed her. She’d just done something very bad. It felt good.

It had felt very good.

Night’s cruel smile and intense eyes sent a shiver though her spine, and this one settled on the base of her tail, where it seemed to loiter. The shiver swirled out from her dock, giving her a rush of adrenaline as it made her pussy quiver around his cock. She squeaked again, unable to hold in the gasp.

His voice was amused. “You feel absolutely wonderful around me, princess. I’m thrilled to be your first.”

She didn’t think about that. Instead she focused on the filling sensation and her tight squeezing.

He put his lips by her ear and whispered the rest. “How do I feel inside you my little fuck toy?”

Cadance shook, she wasn’t sure what to say. Blinking, she stared past his blue mane towards the ceiling. She opened her mouth and some words came out. She didn’t think about them, either. “Full… So full…”

His nibbled hotly on her ear, taunting her. “Oh, that. You’ll get used to that. Very used to that…”

Cadance moaned as she felt him press harder into her, if not deeper. The flesh wrapped in the ring ached, but the rest of her stretching felt so good. She forced her legs wider even as she squeezed them around his waist.

He pulled his head just far enough back to kiss her again. She shivered as his lips met hers. She was becoming familiar with his mouth. The little ridge on the roof, the lay of his teeth, even the warmth of his tongue was growing to be something she knew. The tingle from the kiss almost distracted her as he pulled back, leaving a strange sucking void inside her as his dick slid most of the way out.

She moaned into him, and he growled back into her.

He thrust forward, this time with force. Her pussy spread, and he slapped into her. The impact jarred her, and she blinked. The full sensation stole her breath, and his suckling mouth didn’t help either. It happened again, slamming her against the wall. She shivered, the thudding building up in rhythm to match her out of tune and frantic heartbeat.

His kiss lingered, and she squirmed underneath him, eager and desperate to feel more. She was already full. She was already pinned underneath him, against the wall and helpless as he rammed his cock into her. Cadance begged him, uttering the word that she knew did something.

He pulled away, and her desperate voice sounded like a loud and ragged whisper. “Yes.”

Night smirked at her as he picked up his rhythm. She stared at him, mouthing the word as sometimes her breath just so happened to come out and let her say it.

“yes…es… Ye… e…yeS!” Her voice sounded like some animal that was learning to speak, like a dog barking for food. The idle thought wasn’t far off, and surprisingly didn’t disgust her.

She was performing for treats, after all.

Cadance smiled up at him as they fell into a rhythm. Her heart slowly fell in step again, and with each slam, she drew a hungry breath. With each exhale, she’d beg. She was learning.

“Yes!” Her voice was growing louder and clearer as she grew used to the fullness.

Ten, twenty, thirty more times, she wasn’t sure. She wasn’t counting and neither was he. It didn’t take long. The rough pounding and stretching did its work, and she felt Night finally begin to fulfill his promise. Agonizingly slowly, the ring was sliding outward over her engorged clit. The movement over her tender flesh was painful, but incredibly satisfying.

The numbing pulsing sensation around her clit was untenable, and she grunted out eagerly as she squeezed Night in every way she could, “Yes!”

For his part, he didn’t seem to notice or care, only biting his lip in concentration as he fucked her. Cadance used her hooves to pull him closer, slipping a kiss on his nose when dipped low enough. It was happening.

As the ring slipped forward, it hurt, the swollen part of her clit resisting it. She pushed, feeling her tender clit quiver as she fought the dead iron with her live flesh. With a loud grunt, and a pained scream, it finally happened.

Cadance felt the ring pop off with a maddeningly long slurp, and fall harmlessly to the floor.

The first sensation was burning. Blood rushed out of, and into, her now grossly swollen clit. It hurt like a bitch, but the hurt was good. The burning caused her to moan in pain, her rhythmic “Yes!” morphing into a pained scream.

Night only slammed into her harder.

Cadance’s engorged clit was slapping into him with each thrust, and now that she could feel it again, the burning gave way to relief. A deep, euphoric sensation soaked through her, and her body convulsed in response. The numb pressure that had been building, the tense agony that had been kept trapped within was finally let loose.

With a deep and throaty moan, she let it flow out of her. Her voice had never sounded like that before, not that she could hear it. It wasn’t the pretty little princess, or the frantic high pitched begging she’d been doing earlier. It was a low, almost baritone and voiceless noise as her mouth locked open wide while she grunted it out like some kind of bellowing animal.

Cadance couldn’t hear herself because her entire being was focused on the sensation of release, the actual bliss that was leaking from between her legs. It hurt, burning in a wonderfully pleasant way as her body twitched and convulsed around him. She felt herself squeeze him inside of her as something hot and wet gushed from inside.

She’d never felt like this before. The white hot and intense euphoria was overwhelmingly blinding, and somehow made her feel complete. She clenched, frozen in the moment and frozen in time as the world seemed to fade out.

There were flashes of reality, momentary frames of color and feeling. Night’s tongue in her mouth. His dick pressing into her. Her wings fluttering rapidly as she ripped herself from the wall and wrapped everything around him. The intense, ultimate desire to be closer somehow. Satisfying warmth. So much warmth.

Deep, oozing warmth.

Author's Note

Twilight, at this point in the story, is reading a book. She hasn't gone to bed. She hasn't cleared her plate. She hasn't even realized the others have left the table. Twilight Sparkle is being a very bad girl, and likely wont get cookies tomorrow. Of course, she won't notice. She'll be nose deep in her second book by then. What a terribly naughty filly.