Demon Bonds

The morning after our arrival in Canterlot was heralded by a face full of bright sunlight. Sunlight that was unobstructed by a lack of blinds in a room with a wide panorama window facing the horizon where Princess motherfucking Celestia raised her sun. Ugh. She hated me; I was calling it now. Fucking bitch. Go have sex with an imp, seriously.

I groaned and rolled over, burrowing my head underneath my pillow, determined to go back to sleep instead of letting 'Aunty' Sunbutt turn me into an early riser. Fuck that shit.

Unfortunately for me, Cadance had other plans as she strolled happily into my room before taking my best friend in the whole world away from me and subjecting me to the blasted rays of the sun once more. Fucking Hell. I swear that the giant sun-pentacle in Hell was half as bad as this normal one.

"Rise and shine, Pleasure!" she exclaimed with a sing-song voice, and I glared at her with tired, bleary eyes.

"Fuck off, Cadance," I hissed at her, trying to shut out the sun with a foreleg to no avail. Stupid, comically large pony eyes. How evolution ever came up with this idea was beyond me. Probably because predators would hesitate to attack something so sickeningly cute... or something along those lines, anyway.

"Oh, come on, Pleasure! Aren't you excited for today?" she asked me, and I whined in distress. Ugh.

"No."

"Aww! Come on," she pouted, shaking me with the small frame of her teenage alicorn visage. What a menace.

I sneered. "Go eat a fucking dick, Cadance," I told her, turning around to face away from her. Not that that saved me from the sun. Or her jumping on top of my bed. Fuck. Take me back to Hell, I beg of you. Anything but this.

"Are you offering~?" she asked, and my heart suddenly leaped into my throat, a blush tinting my dark red coat even redder. Holy shit, where did that come from? And for that matter, what was up with my heart suddenly forgetting what a proper heartbeat was supposed to be? She... she wasn't serious, was she? I... fuck. She had to be messing with me, right?

"Cadance..." I began, trying not to let my arousal show as I had yet to change into my alicorn visage.

"Yes, Pleasure?" she asked, smiling innocently. She was messing with me; there was no other explanation. It was way too fucking early for me to deal with this shit, seriously.

"Get the fuck out of my room. Now," I told her in no uncertain terms, breath shaky.

Cadance raised her brow challengingly at me. "Are you gonna get up?" she asked, and I felt my eyelid twitch. She was a menace—a pest—a pink pest.

"Out!" I exclaimed, shoving her off my bed while she merely giggled and ducked under the hairbrush I threw after her from my nightstand. God Almighty, she would be the death of me, I swear.

I didn't bother to make my bed as I put on my visage and stepped into the shower in the bathroom connected to my bedroom. It was a cold shower, obviously—ice cold.

Sadly, that didn't stop my body from craving the touch of a stallion, and I did my best to banish the thoughts of Cadance from my head lest I start thinking inappropriate thoughts of my only friend in this world. I was rather reluctant to risk our friendship and turn it awkward (or worse, ruin everything between us). I was sure she only said that to rile me up and get me out of bed, anyway.

Never did I curse my existence as a sex demon more than I did now, as my overly sensitive body refused to calm down. Nor did my mind as my imagination assaulted me with one image after another of Cadance presenting her cute, delicious pecker to me like the sexy goddess that she was. Mhh... just a taste and I would know true bliss...

"Fuck it," I muttered to myself and reached a hoof over to my exited vagina, intent on doing it quick and fast. By the end of it, my marehood felt raw and hurt with every step I took, but at least I had it out of my system. God fucking damnit. I exchanged one Hell for another with the pink temptation in pony form. She was such an annoying pink pest, I swear.

Cadance smiled knowingly as I shuffled into the dining room in a sour mood. Sunset was already present, eating a salad with a fork in a light blue levitation field. She looked like she had a terrible night and didn't hesitate to let us know with a fierce glare directed our way. Meanwhile, 'Aunt' Celestia read the newspaper like nothing was wrong with her protégé's attitude, sipping from her steaming cup of tea occasionally.

"How was your night, girls?" she asked us, and I gave her the stink eye for giving me the room facing the east (at least, I think it was the east) while Cadance clapped her hooves together happily.

"The bed is great!" she exclaimed, and I nodded along. That was the only good thing about it, though. "I was fast asleep in no time!" Lucky you.

"I'm glad to hear it. How about you, Pleasure?" Celestia turned to me next. She folded her newspaper neatly with her horn magic while I had some minor difficulties getting mine to work to grab a bowl of muesli. Fancy, expensive muesli, but muesli nonetheless. How long has it been since I've had a mundane breakfast, I wonder? Way too long, I would wager. Hell didn't offer a lot of 'culinary delights,' to be honest.

"I don't want to talk about it," I muttered, glaring balefully at Cadance. She cheekily stuck out her tongue at me, and Sunset looked at us like we were rabid animals. Fuck you, too, bitch.

Aunty Jellysun frowned in concern. "Is something the matter?"

I frowned back. "How about the direction my window faces?" I grumbled, only provoking a flick of an ear from her while Cadance giggled. She was enjoying the schadenfreude a bit too much, wasn't she? Sunset went back to ignoring us, not paying any attention to our 'petty complaints.' That was when Blueblood entered, looking strangely happy.

How much of a narcissist could one pony be? Prismia was fucking bad already, but he would literally fuck himself. I didn't want to know how many hearts he would break once he was supposed to produce an heir. Pathetic.

"I'll let Kibitz know that you wish for some blinds," 'Aunt' Celestia said, and I mumbled my thanks. I let out a frustrated grunt and gave up on lifting the spoon with my levitation magic. Instead, I grabbed the whole dang bowl between my forelegs before sticking my muzzle into it.

As soon as the refreshing coldness of the milk hit my tongue, I moaned whorishly. Fuck, that shit was great. What did they do to it to make it taste this good? Cadance was back to blushing up a storm while Sunset gave me another one of those disgusted looks as I forewent my table manners to drain the bowl of all its contents.

You know, maybe living as a princess wouldn't be so bad after all. I could get used to this. Mhmm~. Fuck, yes. By God Almighty, I really wanted to touch myself inappropriately right now...

"Do you mind?!" Sunset sneered, interrupting my joy with a deep scowl. Even Blueblood looked offended, while Aunty Celestia merely smiled fondly. I think she was just happy to have a break from the stuffy nobles and the expectation of acting all prim and proper at court. Cadance, on the other hoof, was shifting on her haunches back and forth, and I smirked at her. That's what you get for teasing me, you damn menace.

I turned back to Sunset with a faux-innocent smile. "What's the problem with you?"

"With me?!" she shot back, looking like she was about to pop a blood vessel. "Do you country bumpkins all behave like you were raised in a barn?!"

"Sunset..." Aunty Cellybutt warned her, and her personal student grumbled, seething in her place. Then, the big sun goose swan horse turned to me with that same motherly disappointed look. "Pleasure, while I appreciate you enjoying your meal with such fervor,"—she gave me a wink, and I snorted—" please don't provoke my student."

"Whatever," I said as I went back to munching on my slightly soggy muesli. It still had a noticeable crunch and was adequately sweet. The dried fruit in it didn't feel abnormal or unnatural at all. The wonders of living in a society without chemical food. "What's on the agenda for today?"

'Aunty' Celestia hummed as she finished her tea. "I think we should begin with the visit to the tailor to get your coronation dresses properly fitted," she told me, and Cadance perked up at the mention of dresses. I, on the other hand—hoof, whatever—felt less enthusiastic. I doubted the dress would suit my taste. Unless Aunt Sunbutt somehow guessed 'Gothic' and 'Victorian' styles. "Afterward, we will need to rehearse the ceremony until you don't stumble over every word out of nervousness." Eh. I wouldn't have as much of a problem with that, but judging by the pale look on Cadance's face, she didn't expect to speak in front of a crowd today. "While I would like to give you a bit more time to practice, we sadly don't have much time until the visit to Griffonia. So we will have to hurry things along."

Huh. I guessed our ascension came at an inopportune time, then? As long as we didn't have to—

"We will have to train you in diplomacy first," Aunty Sunbutt mused, and my train of thought abruptly stopped. Surely, she didn't expect us to join her for that, right? "The royal family in Griffonia can get easily offended when you don't show them the proper respect. Don't worry, I'm sure you will do fine."

Do fine, my ass. Why the fuck did we have to go with her?! I looked over to Cadance and noticed her looking even paler than before, a fearful shiver going through her as she tried to look smaller than she already was. I shuffled closer to her and draped a wing around her back, making her relax somewhat as she took comfort in the simple gesture. Dear God, what I wouldn't do for a pretty girl...

Anyway, breakfast was over soon after that, and we followed the tall white rainbow sun goose swan horse to where the royal tailor had set up shop in the castle. So far, the corridors were easy to memorize since most had windows and other miscellaneous things to keep your orientation, and those with none were connected to those that had some. But maybe that was just me. Cadance thought the hallways all looked the same (aside from those that had stained glass windows, that is).

The tailor was actually in a separate part of the castle grounds in one of the towers connected to the castle wall. And while they prostrated themselves before Princess Celestia like every other little pony was so wanton to do in this land, they let out a horrified gasp as soon as they saw me and the state of my mane and tail.

It wasn't as bad as they made it out to be, but the Canterlot elite wasn't used to 'wild and unkempt' as much as Cadance and her village had been. Hence, my current predicament of them torturing me with a mane brush while Cadance had her fun trying on one girly dress after another. The actual coronation dress was still in the works and nowhere near finished, but what could you expect from a literal rush order when said tailor had nothing to go on aside from 'fifteen-year-old teenagers' and our general coloration.

By the end of it, my mane and tail still looked as wild as ever, just without the obvious knots and tangles, and my coat looked 'pristine.' I had no idea what the difference was supposed to be since I still looked the same when I caught sight of myself in the mirror, but eh, whatever. Then, the time for measurements came, and standing still proved to be much more of a challenge when needles were involved.

Suffice it to say, even Cadance had difficulty standing still in one place while the tailor adjusted our dresses. Mine was black (thank fucking God for that) with Victorian-esque lace, a thin choker with an opal as a clasp, and ballerinas for shoes. Don't ask me why ponies wore shoes; I had no fucking idea. They were nice and comfortable and made me look sexy as fuck, and that was all I cared about.

Of course, the ballerinas were only for ballroom occasions and such, so I would get some proper everyday regalia after our trip to Griffonia. However, for now, I wouldn't have to worry about stumbling due to the extra weight of metal shoes. Apparently, they didn't have those in a color that complimented my fur color yet, so they had to commission them for later.

Cadance's dress was white with gold accents. Hers didn't have any lace whatsoever, but what it lacked in lace, it made up for with tulle. It wasn't so much to give the impression of a wedding dress, but just enough to make it look fancy and 'royal.' I could confidently say it still looked like a wedding dress, and I desperately tried to hide a nosebleed as I imagined myself wearing a tuxedo while standing next to her at the altar. Fuck, she was pushing all my buttons, wasn't she?

Ahem, anyway! Instead of having anything around her neck, the tailor gave her a few flowers to wear in her mane. She wore similar golden slippers to 'Aunt' Celestia, making it look like they were genuinely related to each other. It looked good on her.

The tailor assured us he would have our dresses ready and fitted correctly in just a few hours, ensuring they would be prepared for us after the rehearsal and before the big event would start. Princess Celestia already had her dress ready and a big, tacky crown she would exchange for her tiara (something about her being the High Princess of Equestria despite being the only princess until now). I honestly couldn't help but laugh at her ridiculously medieval attire.

Aunt Celestia took it with humor and told us it was her own coronation dress back when this Starswirl the Bearded guy asked her to take over ruling Equestria. How a pony could grow a beard was beyond me, but he sounded like he was the Merlin of this world. He even had a whole section in the library dedicated to his spells, so there was that.

For the rehearsal, we moved over to a big room usually used for significant events like this 'Grand Galloping Gala' and wedding receptions (which Celestia sometimes officiated, go figure). That was where we met Kibitz and Celestia's aide, Raven Inkwell. Kibitz was an old-ish pony with a graying mane, tail, and pale gamboge fur color. He wore a red butler uniform and tiny glasses on his muzzle, making me doubt he wore them for the utility. He looked every part of the posh butler I expected to see from a pony serving the big sun goose swan horse while Raven appeared closer to our age, appearance-wise.

Well, I supposed getting your cutie mark at an early age meant you were legally allowed to work, huh? Well, power to her for knowing what she wanted to do with her life. I wish I could have gotten a butt mark that told me what I was good at as a human (sex, obviously).

Princess Celestia's secretary had a tight, dark brown bun for a mane and tail, while her fur was light grayish white. Her eye color was similar to Kibitz's brown eyes, only slightly darker. She wore black-rimmed glasses and one of those noble collar thingies whose name eluded me at the moment—a ruffled collar, maybe?

Don't get me wrong, both of them were alright ponies to be around, but Kibitz had a stick shoved so far up his ass he was unable to crack a smile. And Raven was nervous and insecure without explicit instructions. Oh, and both of them just loved their schedules. So much so that they had a meticulously planned schedule for several days ahead, in fact. They were in a frenzy trying to reorganize and adjust to the sudden introduction of two newcomers into Princess Celestia's daily life. I swear, they must be related to each other; their behavior was so similar.

At least Cadance got over her stage fright pretty quickly with our help coaching her to speak clearly and loudly. The castle staff served as observers for when the real deal was about to happen later that day.

Obviously, concerning coronations, things were less ideal on such short notice, but 'Aunt' Celestia's prior engagements forced our hooves. The speech was relatively easy and short on our part, so Cadance gained more confidence from that alone.

Before too long, the tailor arrived with our dresses while a mane stylist tried their best to make us look 'dazzling.' They didn't have much success with me, but Cadance looked very nice with a braid. Aunt Celestia's mile-long hair was a nightmare to style, so they simply gave her a bit of a touch-up for her makeup and called it a day.

Seeing Cadance with makeup, though... I couldn't help but avert my gaze as she looked gorgeous. She pulled the whole princess thing off way better than I did, and ponies deservedly gushed over her for how pretty she was. Then, the time for the ceremony came, and we were told to wait for the signal to re-enter the ballroom where Princess Celestia would bestow us our official title and royal name.

Cadance and I didn't have to wait for long, and soon, we strolled after the flag bearers and flower ponies, coming to a standstill in front of Equestria's monarch and deity of the sun. Almost all of Canterlot's nobility was gathered here today while I could hear the rest of Canterlot's population from the balcony behind Aunt Sunbutt, waiting in the streets to catch a glimpse of us. Plenty of photographers and journalists were also in attendance, taking pictures and writing down our every word for the newspapers.

"We are gathered here today to witness the coronation of two very special ponies," Princess Celestia began, a proud smile on her muzzle as she stood on the stage with her wings stretched wide. I was tempted to whisper 'Goose swan' to Cadance just to make her giggle. "These two young mares have accomplished something no other pony has in a very long time. They saved a village from a sorceress most vile, meddling with powers she could not understand for she lacked the compassion and love these two hold dear in their hearts."

The crowd listened in rapt attention while I could see Sunset glaring at us from where she lurked behind the ballroom's pillars. If that wasn't jealousy, I swear to never suck a dick in my life again.

"It is my great pleasure to proclaim these two Princesses of Equestria!" 'Aunt' Celestia continued with a flourish. "Henceforth, you shall be known as the Deity of Love and the Deity of Passion. Thy royal names shall be Mi Amore Cadenza and Mi Libidine Passione."

I resisted the urge to blink as my eyelid twitched, hearing those for the first time. My love Cadance and my lustful Passion?! The fuck did she come up with those?!

I only listened with half an ear to Cadance's short speech about being grateful for the chance to make Equestria's future a better tomorrow before it was my turn. I was too busy trying to figure out what the fuck the big sun goose swan horse was thinking when she came up with those titles, seriously. "I, uh..." I began, swallowing thickly. Suddenly, it felt like all the eyes on me stared at me in a completely different light. I swear, Aunty Cellybum did that on purpose. "I vow to protect Equestria and its citizens to the best of my ability and, uh... serve it in good times and bad, and..." Shit, shit, shit! What was I supposed to say? I fucking forgot, damnit! Fuck you, Sunbutt.

"Uphold order," Cadance whispered, and I felt the lump in my throat fade. Holy shit, you're a lifesaver!

"I-I will uphold order and all of Equestria's ideals until the time may come when my services are no longer needed. Thank you," I said, swallowing my nervousness down. Why the fuck was that so hard?! Ugh. I friggin' hate you, 'Aunty.'

The audience began to stomp their hooves, and I felt relieved to get this part of the ceremony over and done with. Princess motherfucking Celestia did her thing by presenting us our tiaras—mine was obsidian, thank God—before she declared us Princesses of Equestria once more before we moved over to the balcony and waved for a bit. Then, Aunty Sunbutt announced that this day was a national holiday from now on called 'Hearts and Hooves Day.' I was sure she just renamed Valentine's Day, but whatever.

The afterparty was the first real test of us mingling with the nobility, rich ponies, and celebrities alike. Most ponies we talked to were pleasant enough, but I could tell who was faking it and who was not.

Cadance got a lot more attention than I did, but I was surprised to see some batponies engage me in conversation with a strange eagerness. I chalked up to them finally having some representation of their own kind in the government. I gave them the same spiel Cadance did with being found in a forest close to her hometown and that we had been foalhood friends ever since then. She was practically my only friend, and we were pretty close to each other already, so I was reasonably certain they wouldn't think to scrutinize our fabricated story too much.

It helped that nopony from her village was in attendance. It felt kind of scummy to lie about it, but I couldn't care less. I was a bonafide demon; I already carried around the stench of sin. It couldn't get much worse than that, to be honest.

I was glad to finally relax and 'de-stress' in my queen-sized bed by the end of the day, seriously. I was fucking exhausted being nice to suck-ups and brownnosers. Social interaction was annoying at the best of times, but interacting with ponies wanting to get into your good graces was just the worst. Nothing screamed 'social climber' more than sycophants laughing at anything even remotely interpretable as funny. Or at things they thought were funny but weren't.

Still, I didn't regret my decision. I wouldn't leave Cadance to suffer alone through this Hell of boringness. To be honest, anything was better than actual Hell.

At least I had a free pass to act as lewd as I wanted since some pony thought to point it out to the whole fucking nation. That was something, right?

If only I didn't have to look like jailbait for the foreseeable future. Yay.