Foals

Foals - Chapter 5: Holding On

“I think I’d like that,” she said eventually in the quiet fillyish voice that was starting to become familiar to him.

“Good” he said, before adding “Good girl,” remembering how she had reacted when he had called her that earlier.

She gave him a watery smile. “I… I’m sorry for getting so emotional.”

“Hey, that’s fine Sweetheart. There is a lot to unpack. I guess we hit a nerve huh?”

She nodded, sniffling, levitating a handkerchief out from under her pillow and blowing her nose. When she was done, she sat back on the bed facing him. “So… can I ask… the stuff I’ve told you about, the fillyspace, the diapers, the watersports… doesn’t any of that bother you?”

Shining wrinkled his nose. “Watersports? You mean like water polo?” he asked. “You didn’t mention you were into that… I guess it would depend on what team you support?”

She blushed, looking down at her hooves. “No, no, I should have explained… watersports is like, um, I guess it’s the blanket kink term for playing with pee, like if a pony likes to wet themselves, or watch other ponies pee, or drinking pee, or if they like peeing on another…” her voice trailed off as she noticed his grin.

“I know what watersports are Cady, I’m not completely vanilla! I just think it’s really sexy hearing you explain your kinky stuff like that to me. Plus, I was just imagining you in your polo uniform from school…” He laughed, dodging as she threw her pillow at his head, and kicked his shin.

“I think I still have that polo uniform in storage somewhere,” she said. “I could wear it for you one day if you’re good.”

“I’d like that. But no, your kinks don’t really phase me,” he continued. “Honestly, I don’t think there are many colts who haven’t fantasized about mares peeing. The diapers and the filly space stuff are all new to me, but if it’s important to you, then it’s cool in my book. Like I said, I’d like to get to know this filly-you better.”

She looked down at his burgeoning erection, which she took as proof that he was comfortable enough with her kinks to share being turned on by them, at least at a conceptual level.

It does feel good telling you about all this stuff though. It feels… like a weight has been lifted I guess,” she said eventually.

She was crying again, but this time he was pretty sure they were happy tears.

“Come here,” he said, patting the bed beside him with his hoof. She moved over, sitting next to him, and threw her fore-hooves around his barrel, resting her head on his shoulder. “Are you doing okay?” he asked.

She nodded. “I’ve been holding on to my filly side for years, keeping it suppressed, living with it in my head, but I’ve never talked about it with anypony until now,” she sobbed. “I guess I convinced myself that nopony could possibly understand. That you wouldn’t understand.”

He hugged her tightly, holding her close to him. “I never want you to feel like you can’t talk to me about stuff, Cady.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I love you Shiny.”

He stroked her mane fondly. “I Love you too Sweetheart. I’m glad we had this talk. Have you really never discussed this with anypony else though?” he asked, sounding sad for her. “Holding on to all that yourself must have been so lonely!”

She shook her head. “Not until I spoke with Auntie Luna last night, and now you.”

“You spoke with Luna about this last night?” he said, confused. “Do you mean, just the nursery stuff I was there for?”

“No. She stopped by my dream for a one-on-one after I went to sleep. She had… noticed some of the dreams that I have about this stuff. I’ve dreamed about it a lot. The nursery was her way of trying to help.”

“Oh. Ohhh. That explains a lot,” he said, rubbing his temple. “You know, funny enough, I did have a dream about you wearing a diaper last night. It was surprisingly cute,” he added.

She grinned. “I know. Auntie Luna mentioned.”

“She did what?!” Shining looked at her with a panic-stricken expression.

They were both blushing now, averting their gazes from each other.

“She told me that you were having a dream about me wearing, and um, encouraged me to talk to you about this stuff,” Cadance said, fidgeting with her forehooves uncomfortably.

“I guess I should thank her then?” Shining said eventually, “It still feels like an invasion of privacy though.”

“Yeah, sorry Hon. I don’t think Auntie Luna really understands privacy boundaries very well.”

She didn’t… tell you about any of my other dreams did she?”

She shot her husband a curious look; he was sweating a little. “She didn’t go into detail or mention any other dreams.”

He relaxed a little, exhaling. “Good good. Not that I have anything I’m hiding from you or anything Cady, but you know… a pony’s dreams…”

“Trust me, I know. I wasn’t too happy to find out she knew about the diaper stuff.”

They held each other, her head resting on his chest with Shining stroking her mane softly. His penis was still throbbing away needily. “So you want to tell me about any of those dreams?” she asked, reaching out to pet his erection with her hoof.

There was a knock at the drawing room door next door, and Cadance and Shining exchanged glances.

“I thought you said you’d cleared my calendar,” she said, sounding a little huffy.

“I did. I asked Charteris not to interrupt us unless it was urgent.”

“Buck. I honestly don’t know if I’m up to dealing with urgent state business right now,” Cadance whispered. “Maybe if they think we’re not here they’ll go away?”

They heard a click as the door to the drawing room opened, and the soft tread of hooves on carpet. Cadance hastily rolled back to her own side of the bed and pulled the sheets up, covering them both for the sake of modesty. Her heart raced, unsure who their unannounced visitor could be.

A pony walked into their bedroom carrying a set of freshly pressed linen sheets. Cadance breathed a sigh of relief; it was just one of the maids, who looked about as surprised to see the bedroom occupied as they had been to be interrupted.

“Oh, begging your pardon, your highnesses. I didn’t realize you were in. Sorry for the interruption,” the maid said in her sing-song lilt, backing up a little and curtsying hurriedly. “The schedule said you were at some wheat growing breakfast, so I thought I’d do your turndown while you were out and all.”

“That’s quite alright, Áedammair. We had a late change of schedule,” Cadance said with the covers pulled up to her neck, looking up at the mare who was dressed in traditional black and white maid’s pinafore.

The maid stood there, looking down at the fresh sheets she was carrying, and then eyeing the sheets on the bed, her eyes lingering on the covers, and the forms of the two ponies under them, for what seemed to Cadance like just a little too long.

Áedammair was not a native Kristallpony; originally from the Ponish Isles, she had come to the Crystal Empire on a working holiday months ago and had stuck around longer than originally intended. Diminutive for an Earth Pony, her mottled coat had hues of moss growing on an old worn stone, and her mane and tail glowed with fiery autumnal hues of red and orange. If somepony told me she was some kind of forest nymph I would have a hard time not believing them, Cadance thought, her mind wandering a little, as she watched the maid’s deep emerald eyes.

“You can probably leave the change of sheets for tomorrow.” Shining said eventually, after clearing his throat. “We’ll try not to get them too dirty for you.”

“Of course, thank you, your Highness, your other Highness,” she curtsied again. “How about I leave these sheets here, just in case you need them? You really never know when you might need a change do you?” Áedammair set the pile of freshly folded sheets down on top of a dresser, and patted them with her hoof.

“Er, yes, that will be fine,” Shining agreed.

“Well I hope you’re enjoying your new schedule. Everypony needs a good lie in on a Saturday once in a while, don’t they?”

“It has been quite rejuvenating,” Cadance agreed.

“I’ll bet it has,” Áedammair smiled.

The smile on her face belongs to a young (innocent?) filly, Cadance thought. But her eyes look much older and wiser. Like the soul of some ancient forest.

“And what about your guest suite Ma'am, will that be needing servicing today?” the maid asked, bringing Cadance out of her thoughts.

She blinked. “Which guest suite? You can service the rooms that Princess Luna and her team just vacated.”

“I was meaning your private guest suite Ma'am.” Áedammair pointed her hoof in the direction of the connecting door to the nursery.

“Ohhh… No no no. That room is not occupied at present,” Cadance said hurriedly, feeling herself blushing.

“Sure, sure, not a problem Ma'am. Will there be anything else I can help you with this morning?”

“No thank you Áedammair. That will be all.”

“Alright your highnesses. Do let me know if you should change your mind about that change, or if you need any other help at all. I’m only a little bell pull away.” She curtsied for a third time and stepped backwards out of the room.

Cadance heard the click of the drawing room door closing a moment later, followed by what sounded like muffled giggling and excited voices coming from the hall.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she exchanged glances with her husband before her eyes wandered down to the tent in the sheets where his erection was still very much in evidence.

“Well that was awkward, I think she was checking you out,” she said, smirking.

“What? No she wasn’t. She was checking you out,” Shining grinned back.

“Perhaps. You were definitely checking her out though,”

“I was checking you out checking her out!” Shining protested.

“Let’s just agree she was very interested in changing our sheets then.” Cadance shrugged, stretching and throwing off the covers. “I suppose all the maids know about the nursery?”

Shining looked down at his hooves bashfully. “I’m afraid so, sorry. They’ve already been cleaning in there, but I can ask them to leave it to us in future if you prefer.”

“I’d say that horse has already bolted,” Cadance said. “I wonder what they are thinking though?”

“I doubt they would assume that it is for you, surely? Even if the furniture is a little on the large size,” Shining said reassuringly.

“I wouldn’t have thought so, but I can’t be sure, especially with Áedammair. There is something slightly unsettling about her. It always feels like she knows things about you before you know them yourself. I swear that filly is half fae.”

“She might be a manic pixie, but you’re still my dream filly Cady. I won’t let her steal you away.”

Cadance snorted, giggling, batting her hoof playfully against his chest. “Thanks. I feel safer already.”

“So… to pick up where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted.”

“Sexily interrupted,” Cadance corrected him, still giggling.

“To pick up where we left off before we were sexily interrupted by a pixie intent on changing our sheets… where to next? What’s the next step? Assuming you don’t want to keep neglecting this little filly part of you. And how can I help?”

“I…I don’t really know.” She looked at him, biting her lip distractedly. “I’d love to try some things with you, but I think I’d like to take things slow to start and see what feels right. I know you said you are OK with it all but I don’t want to rush into anything and spoil that.”

“That’s fine by me. Maybe we could start by making a list of some of the things you’re comfortable with us trying together?” he said hopefully.

“Ugh, you sound like your sister!” she giggled. “Not that it’s a bad idea, but there is no need to be so formal about it,” she added, seeing his crestfallen look. “Sorry, not your fault, I’m just sick of everything in my life being scheduled for me. I think I just need to relax and loosen up a bit. Can we just try being more spontaneous and see what feels right in the moment?”

He nodded. “We can do that.”

“So long as you tell me if we’re doing something that makes you uncomfortable or doesn’t feel right. And I’ll do the same?” she said.

“Deal.”

She flopped down on the bed beside him exhausted, and her eyes caught her bedside clock. “Mother of ponies, it’s already twelve-thirty. We’ve been talking for like, two hours.”

“Would you like to go out somewhere for lunch?” he asked, stroking her flank lazily.

“Honestly, I’m still really full from the pancakes, I’d rather stay here with you if that’s OK. I’m parched from all the talking though, I could do with a drink.”

He nodded. “Fine by me. I’ll go get us some water. Or would you like tea?”

“Water sounds good, but I could do with an actual drink,” she said.

He shot her a look.

“What, it’s after midday! And you cleared my calendar!”

He looked at her uncomfortably. “Yeah, but are you allowed to drink at the moment? What does your estrus schedule say?”

“Frankly my dear,” she said, “I don’t give a damn about my estrus schedule. Not today. If you still want to hear more about my kinks then I will need to trade you my remaining inhibitions for a drink.”

He shrugged. “Fair enough. Charteris won’t be happy.”

“Charteris can go get himself bucked by Lock.”

He grinned. “I’ll tell him you said that.”

They both got up to fetch drinks and stretch their legs. Cadance wandered over to the window and looked out. It was a beautiful crisp looking day outside. In the square below she could see Crystal Ponies at work setting up stalls and decorations for the Winter Market, which the royal couple were due to officially open the next day. It looked very peaceful from this height, and she could already feel herself salivating at the promise of glühwein.

She wandered into the kitchenette that ran off their drawing room and poured herself a glass of tap water, which she downed in a couple of gulps. She then turned her attention to the more important matter of fixing herself a proper drink. Filling the bottom of the glass with ice from the icebox, she levitated over a bottle of Hayeaters Canterlot dry gin, pouring herself a generous measure, and topping it off with some San Palomino tonic water and a dash of aromatic bitters. She settled for a lemon wedge as a garnish since no limes were available. She took a sip, and sighed peacefully. Bliss.

Levitating her drink back to the bedroom, she found Shining on the bed drinking a bottle of Dos Equus and guiltily munching his way through another packet of hay crisps.

“I won’t say anything about your day drinking if you don’t say anything about my snack addiction,” he said with his mouth full.

“Deal.” She took a long sip of her G&T and set the glass down on her bedside table, then lay down next to Shining with her head on his chest, listening to him finish the packet.

“So I realized,” she said, stroking his chest with her hoof, “we’ve spent the whole morning talking about me and my kinks, and I haven’t really asked you about yours. Is there anything that you are into that I could help with in return?”

Shining stopped licking his hooves, blushing. “Well despite knowing what watersports are, I think I’m probably fairly vanilla by your standards; you know I haven’t really done things with anypony but you, so I’m pretty much an open book as far as my actual experience.”

“You must have fantasies though, surely? Things you’ve clopped to?” she asked hopefully, levitating her drink over for another swig. She hadn’t had a proper drink in over a week and she could already feel its effects, relaxing her and lowering any barriers she might have felt talking about such things.

“Honestly? I think you’re my biggest kink,” he said. “And I’m not just saying that because I used to clop thinking about you in high school, before we got together, when you used to come over to sit for Twily.”

She blushed happily and he started to run his hoof through her mane, stroking her.

“Aw. You know I clopped off thinking about you in high school as well. I guess we were fated to be together,” she whispered.

“The idea of pleasuring you. Catering for your needs. Being able to indulge your fantasies. I find that unimaginably bucking hot, Cady.”

She shivered a little, feeling her blush taking over her whole body as he played with her mane. She buried her muzzle into his soft white fur, planting little kisses against his chest. “Go on?”

“And, well, I… I guess I find learning about what other ponies' kinks are… what gets them off… really hot in general. Like, maybe that is a kink of mine? I don’t know.”

“Oh yeah, I can’t remember what that’s called, but that’s totally a thing,” she said, temporarily pausing her snuggling to take another drink. Setting her drink down, she ran her hoof along his thigh, watching his erection twitching away. “Anything else? I promise not to laugh.”

“Maybe there’s a couple of things…” he said blushing. “But I need another drink.” His horn flared, and there was a clinking from the fridge in the other room as he levitated a fresh bottle of lager into the bedroom and his waiting hoof. “Cool trick huh?” he said proudly. “I’ve been working on my long-range magic dexterity.”

To his chagrin, as he twisted the top off, the beer’s head foamed up and overflowed, excited by his magic, managing to spray both Cadance, himself, and the bed. In an effort to stop the spray, she shoved the neck of the bottle in his muzzle, drinking what he could of the foam, with the rest dribbling down his chin.

Cadance burst out laughing. “Oh yes, quite impressive Mr. Magichooves. In fact it seems you’ve gotten me quite wet.” She giggled, fluttering her eyelids at him.

“Hey! You promised you wouldn’t laugh!” he said protesting, his erection starting to flag forlornly.

She climbed on top of his lap and kissed him full on the muzzle, tasting the honeyed citrus notes of the lager on his lips and tongue. He placed his fore-hooves on her flanks, squeezing and pulling her closer. The sudden playful movement made her realize that she needed to pee, but she decided to ride it out for now and see where things went.

“Apology accepted,” he said grinning when she finally pulled away.

Cadance brought her head down, and started to lick and suck at Shining’s chest fur where he had spilled the drink. “You said… there were… a couple… more things… you were into?” she asked between licks, noting in satisfaction that his erection was returning.

“Ahaha… yeah… OK… I might need to add something to that list actually,” he said, squirming as she worked her way up until she was licking at his neck.

She grinned. “Oh, I already knew you like it when I suck you off. Or when I do this…” she said, biting down on his neck.

He moaned loudly, wriggling under her bite until she eventually let him go.

“And I know we both like this too,” she whispered, letting go of his neck and biting down on his ear.

“Hnnnggngf… Buck Cady, are you trying to make me cum already? Because that’s what’s going to happen if you keep on like this,” he protested, shivering.

She let go of his ear and gave his very erect stallionhood a playful pat with her wing. “No, I’m just teasing you. I still want to hear what else you like,” she said, sitting back and draining the last of her G&T. “I’m just going to get another drink first. I’ll be right back.”

She rolled off the bed and onto her hooves, surprised to find that her balance was a little wobbly as she trotted back to the kitchenette for a refill. I guess I’m a lightweight if I don’t drink for a week, she thought.

She returned to the bedroom a couple of minutes later, levitating her refilled drink in front of her. She had realized she was also walking a little funny due to her full bladder and considered stopping to use the bathroom on the way back, but decided against it, climbing back on the bed with a slight wince and lying down beside Shining. When she wasn’t trying to move too much, the pressure was pleasantly stimulating, and her growing horniness was overruling her need to pee for now.

“You were saying?” she said nonchalantly, taking a sip of her drink.

He swallowed, looking down bashfully at his penis which was still sitting there fully erect and happily throbbing of its own accord. “Um, so one thing… I’m kinda interested in magic use… as like… a sex thing.”

“Oh?” Cadance gave him a look of expectant curiosity. “C’mon, I told you all about my most embarrassing stuff… tell me more please!”

“Um… well I’ve read some pretty hot fantasy novels where they have done things with horns,” he blushed.

“What, like hornjobs, or horning?” she asked. Horns were traditionally considered quite taboo when it came to sex, but it was a very common kink and certainly didn’t phase her at all. She had tried horning a pegasus in high-school once and the other mare had climaxed three times in fifteen minutes. She had never tried ‘doing it’ herself with another pony’s horn though.

“Y…yes. That’s a part of it, but also… have you thought about using magic for other stuff during sex? Like levitating each other or teleporting during sex, or using magic to shape water into some kind of sex toy, or using transmutation or illusory magic for roleplay… there’s lots of possibilities really.”

She realized to her surprise that this was something she hadn’t really given much thought to before. Desite now having years of practice with magic as an alicorn, she was still used to thinking like a pegasus, leading with her wings, not her horn.

“Wow, you unicorns are really horny!” she said, smirking. “Those all sound fun. I thought you said you didn’t have many kinks?”

He gave her a sheepish grin. “There are also these horn rings you can get that inhibit magic. Could be fun to play with too.”

“I didn’t realize you were into BSDM?” she said, her eyes lighting up.

“Um, yeah, not like the really hard-core stuff… but like…” he trailed off, looking for the right words.

“You like the idea of loss of control? Relinquishing control to another pony?” she asked.

“Y…yes. Sometimes.” He blushed cutely.

“Me too. It’s just as well I’m a switch then.”

“Oh… uh… good,” He said. “Uh, Cady, stupid question, what’s a switch?” he asked, “In this context obviously.”

She sighed and took another gulp of her drink. “Didn’t you talk about sex at all with your friends in high-school?”

“All of my friends were O&O nerds like me,” he said. “I’m pretty sure I was the first one to lose my virginity.”

She laughed. “OK, well, you know how in Ogres & Oubliettes there is a Oubliette Master who controls things, and you would take turns who played as the OM?”

He nodded, trying his best to ignore his massive hard-on.

“Well being a switch in BDSM is like that, only sexier,” she said grinning. “You take turns who is being submissive, giving up control, and who is being dominant and taking it, controlling the scenario.”

“Oh. That makes sense, thanks! And the dominant pony keeps track of the stats for your party?” he asked, earning a playful thwack on his penis from her wing.

“Ow… Seriously though, how do you know all this stuff Cady?” he asked curiously, when they had both finished watching his cock rebounding from side to side between his thighs.

“Some of it is experience. I did more experimentation in high-school than you; before we were together. And like I said, I read a lot of magazines and other stuff growing up. I don’t have very much direct experience with BDSM but there can be quite a lot of cross-over between the BDSM and ageplay communities, so I have read quite a lot about it.”

She sat back, resting against a stack of pillows and crossing her hind-hooves, and absent mindedly feeling her distended belly with her wing.

He frowned. “Are you okay there Love? You’re not pregnant are you?”

She giggled. “No dear, I’m still not pregnant. The doctors in Canterlot were pretty adamant about that. I just need to pee, is all. I haven’t been to the bathroom since breakfast.”

“You should probably go then? It looks like you’re leaking,” he said, pointing at the large wet patch on her pajamas that had formed between her legs.”

She looked down, noticing the fresh wet patch for the first time. “That’s not pee darlin’.”

“Oh.”

“I told you I like talking about this stuff too. And I’m fine holding on for now, I’ll go soon. Is there anything else you’re into?” Cadance asked.

“Well I kind of like socks.”

“Aw. You and half of Equestria buddy. Socks are cute though, I don’t mind wearing them for you! You only gotta ask.”

“Um… well that’s mostly it, but well, okay actually there’s one more big thing… promise you won’t tell anypony?”

She nodded. “Promise.”

He blushed. “I ah, I do kind-of have a thing for manes and tails, and… and brushing them.” he admitted playing with his own mane nervously with his forehoof.

“Aw.” She grinned. “I mean I knew that you liked manes from how you like to play with mine or have me play with yours sometimes during sex. But I didn’t realize there was more to it? You like the brushie brushie huh?”

He nodded shyly, the movement making his penis bob. “I do really like the brushie brushie,” he admitted.

“Tell me what you like about the brushie brushie sweetheart,” she said, teasing him.

“Uh…” he said, sweating, “I really like how the brush feels, um, specifically when another pony brushes your mane or tail…” he lowered his voice, “or even your fetlocks! It feels so different than when you try to brush yourself, and it’s really… intense.”

“You’ve been letting other ponies brush you?” she asked, raising her eyebrow in mock shock.

“Only my barber!” he said guiltily. “And… and… and sometimes when I was in the guard, we would brush each other’s tails for parade, since it was hard to reach your own when you’re in full dress armor, especially for the non unicorns.”

She giggled. “Go on.”

“Well, I… I guess I found I also really like brushing other ponies too. The sound, the tactile feeling, helping to make other ponies look pretty… it’s all quite exciting.” He glanced down again with a nod to his penis which was still standing to attention, dripping precum onto the sheets.

“We’ve been together for years, Shining. How come you’ve never asked me to brush your mane or asked you to brush mine?” she asked.

“I…I just didn’t want you to think I was weird. It’s silly I know. I don’t know why I’m into it. Sometimes I get this feeling like I was somehow designed for being brushed.”

“I always knew you were weird, you nerd, it’s part of why I fell for you.” She gave him another kiss on his neck. “I don’t think liking your mane being brushed is that weird though.”

“I… um… I also really like the brush itself as an object… just seeing one can give me frisson. S… sometimes I like to lick the brush after I’m done brushing. Or sleep with it under my pillow… like a comfort object.”

“Huh. Interesting,” she said. “That is a little bit weird, but hey, as long as you clean it after.” She paused, remembering something. “You know… I used to clop with the handle of my manebrush when I was a filly.”

From his expression, she thought he might be about to cum, but he managed to recover his composure, looking up at her with excitement. “Wait, seriously?”

“Uh huh, I had some good times with mine. That’s the way a lot of fillies learn. That or toothbrushes or cucumbers. It’s just a convenient object that’s a useful shape that a lot of fillies have access to.”

“Buck! Why didn’t anypony tell me that was a thing!” he moaned. “I could have been clopping off to that.”

She shrugged. “Better late than never.” She leaned over to kiss him again, and her full bladder made her double up in pain. “Buck… sorry, I really do have to pee now… I’ll be right back,” she said, climbing down from the bed carefully and starting to hobble towards the bathroom clenching her pelvic floor muscles.

“Would you mind if I watched?” Shining asked suddenly, grinning at her shyly.