Cadence Just Wants to Have Fun
Captain Shining Armor was a true knight, the model of military stoicism as he marched down the hall. As Night Light, his sire, and Captain before him, had told him once, an officer is never off duty, even when they say they are. The aging unicorn had meant that as more of a warning to never let one’s guard down around a superior.
Shining held his head up high in pride. Even without armor, his fur still shown in the dimming light of the setting sun. His arms swung with a powerful masculine stride, and his hooves marched to the beat drilled into him all the way back to his early days in training. Truly, he was a model guard. Guards, servants, and even petitioners all nodded their cordial respect when they saw Shining approach. His reputation had earned the respect of much of the nobility, a rare feat for most officers.
Shining smiled back, returning the various well wishes, dodging or answering questions as he felt appropriate, and overall remaining the shining star everyone had always made him out to be. Then he arrived at his quarters.
“Sir!” the guardsmare stood at attention and saluted. “All quiet on the… Nothing to report, Sir!”
Shining blinked and took a closer look at the mare, leaning in and invading what most would call her personal space. She was a blueish-gray earth mare, a bit small for her tribe, which meant she was just below eye level with the stalwart unicorn. “Nothing to report?” he repeated, hearing her nervous gulp. “Are you sure about that?”
The mare was visibly sweating now, desperate to look anywhere but in her Captain’s eyes. “I, uh, that is, I mean…” She let out a whimpering squeak.
“We can’t say, sir,” the unicorn mare added.
“Can’t?” Shining asked, his eyebrow rose inquisitively. “On whose authority?” His gut told him where this was going, but he needed to ask anyway. The number of ponies with authority to circumvent his own could be counted with his hands.
The unicorn mare met Shining’s eyes, unblinking. While he could definitely be intimidating when he wanted to be, they’d danced this dance together long enough. “You know who,” she deadpanned.
Shining felt his heart flutter for just a second, though his face remained the picture of stoicism. “Thank you, Private. That will be all.” They nodded in understanding, and Shining entered his room.
The Captain’s mask fell off the instant the lock on the door clicked. Looking tired with bags under his eyes, the stallion still managed to maintain what experience told him was the necessary alert level. He pressed his back tight against the door and scanned the room for anything out of place. He could, of course, have used magic. Passive sweeps, penetrative scans, or even just feeling around with his telekinesis would have all been adequate. However, experience had also taught him that there was a difference between precaution and cheating.
Instantly, his eyes fell upon the large protrusion rising high under the covers of their bed. Considering himself a rather knowledgeable and worldly stallion for his age, Shining reckoned that this protrusion looked very much like a plot. Yes. To be precise, a mare’s plot raised high in the air while her front was bent over. The blankets clung to the contours of this plot in a way that was simply impossible without magic, perfectly outlining her rounded cheeks, winking vulva, and puckered pink star. Oh, yes. Worldly stallion as he was, Shining knew exactly what color this mare’s anus was. He also knew when he was being had.
“Very funny, Cadi,” Shining called into his private suite. “You really think I’d fall for something that obvious?” He resumed his visual scan, still abstaining from magic. His room was military regulation and very Spartan in nature. There were few places someone as large as an alicorn could reasonably hide, especially when following the unspoken rules of their little game. The twin dressers were too obvious, the closet had been overused, and the window curtains had proven inefficient at hiding the mare’s generous curves. The luxury bed had a ceiling with curtains that were too short and had shorter legs that even the most slender of winged mares would not easily fit under. “I’m almost insulted.”
“Aww. Don’t be like that,” cooed the melodious voice of Shining Armor’s most nefarious nemesis. Just the sound of her come-hither tone was causing his little stallion to twitch in its sheath.
“Princess Mi Amore Cadenza,” Shining growled in warning, baring his teeth.
“Yes, my cutie patooty,” she bubbled cutely.
Shining’s ears and eyes swiveled all around, but could not pinpoint the source of the mare’s voice. “Whatever you have planned, I’m telling you right now that I’m not in the mood,” he asserted, hugging his back to the wall as he sidestepped around the room. If he reached the bathroom, he’d win the right to decide the night’s events.
Shining would never actually deny Cadence, of course. He loved her too much to leave her gorgeous pink folds wanting. However, he seriously was tired and in no mood for whatever weirdness his alicorn had planned. Her hiding almost always meant she’d come up with some ‘brilliant’ idea that she wanted to experiment with him… or on him, as these things often went. If he could just make it to the bathroom, he’d ease her aching loins in a manner that was more his speed, which, at the moment, was nice and vanilla. Besides, his day off was just a short way away, so he’d have plenty of time to make it up to her then.
“Ah poo. Don’t be such a Shiny-Whiney,” Cadence teased.
Shining growled again. He had no doubt that she was pouting her lip in that special way of hers that made his heart go all to pieces, and thus, he was glad he couldn’t see her at the moment. “You know I hate that nickname,” he said, trying to keep his voice firm and authoritative. He had to show that he was still in control.
“Aww. Did Shiny-Whiney get his wittle feewings hurt?”
Shining’s hooves gave muffled clops as they tapped lightly against the rug, although the sound of each fiber crunching beneath his weight was like an alarm bell to his ears. This was bad. The game had barely started, and he was already letting his nerves get the best of him. Even the sound of his ass rubbing across the wall sounded like it wasn’t very library friendly.
Shining hated this part of the game. Cadence, wherever she was, had a clear line of sight on him. She always did. He gave the room another once over, but couldn’t spy anything apart from the bulge in the bed. Was that it? Was it a double bluff, Cadence hiding in the most obvious place because she knew he’d immediately dismiss it? “Clever girl,” he said under his breath, still mindful of every step as he inched along the wall.
“So, how was your day, sweetie?” Cadence’s voice had turned completely casual, like she was talking to him like a sane mare welcoming home her stallion after a long day’s work.
Now this really freaked out Shining, but he swallowed it and played along. “Boring,” he admitted. “No, worse than boring. It was grueling.”
“Oh, dear. Auntie only ever uses that word when she’s talking about paperwork.”
“I sympathize,” Shining said, swiveling his ears about. It sounded like Cadence’s voice was coming from a different direction than before. “There’ve been some monster sightings near the city, so I ordered a full sweep of the surrounding areas.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Cadence said as the mass under the covers wiggled around so that the twitching rump and genitals followed Shining as he moved.
Shining’s breathing grew heavy with excitement. Cadence’s teasing had left him at half mast, and it would only grow from there. Shining tried to focus on unsexy thoughts. He suspected that the moment he was fully erect would be like ringing the dinner bell to a starving nympho.
“It really isn’t,” he continued warily. “I had to take three regiments off their usual patrols, meaning I had to have the rest pull double duty to take up the slack.”
“Really? If it’s that important, shouldn’t you be leading the operation?”
Shining blinked incredulously. Did his fiancé really suggest he should be somewhere other than in grabbing distance of her pinkness? Maybe this mood was lighter than he initially believed. Either that or she was just being a responsible Princess, putting the needs of her ponies before her own, which in turn would make him more likely to lower his guard. It was hard to tell with her, sometimes.
“The operation doesn’t actually start until tomorrow,” Shining explained, now on the wall opposite the door. “Most monsters are nocturnal, so we plan to start bright and early, so I was hoping for a good night’s rest.” His voice was imploring. He hoped his fiancé would see reason and let him off the hook.
“But sweetie,” Cadence whined. “I was under the impression that you found vigorous exercise before bed always led to the soundest sleep.”
Shining opened his mouth to rebuke the allegation, but couldn’t find the words. Exercise before bed really did help him sleep. When he was young, that had always meant a brisk run or a few dozen jumping jacks before showering and collapsing on his sheets. Exercise was Shining’s sleep aid, as well as his wake-up call. But ever since he’d started courting a certain pink alicorn, he’d switched to a different sort of routine.
Cadence’s logic was distressingly sound.
Regardless, Shining shook his head. It didn’t matter if the mare he planned to marry was right or not. His pride was on the line, not just as a stallion, but as the Captain of the Canterlot Royal Guard. By refusing to call out the safe word the moment he suspected something, he’d committed to the game. And like his sire had always taught him, ‘never start something you can’t finish.’
Shining was at the window now. These had always proven to be especially tricky obstacles. Simply walking in front of them was akin to a suicide run, and trying to crawl beneath would be awkward and leave him vulnerable. In thinking of a strategy to avoid what was increasingly looking like his inevitable defeat, the white stallion once more spied the mouthwatering rump beneath the sheets.
Decoy or not, Cadence had devoted an awful lot of magic to making the lump as realistic as possible. Crunching the numbers in his head real quick, Shining figured that, combined with the slight distortion hiding the location of her voice, Cadence had used up just about all the magic she was allowed for the game. However, that was no reason to get cocky.
An animation spell was indeed costly, but his fiancé wouldn’t devote so much power to just a decoy. If he tried making a break for the bathroom, he would surely set off the real trap. He imagined a net or some sort of snare, likely tied into the rump that now gave an enticing bounce.
Shining glanced down and found his erection was almost at full mast. Time was short. He looked back up and took one last scan of the room. There was nothing. No furniture out of place, no rustling of fabrics, and not even a new poster hung on the wall. There was nowhere for Cadence to hide, except as the bulge under the covers. Increasingly desperate with a dwindling window of safety, Shining devised a strategy and, like a true soldier, committed.
Bracing himself against the wall, Shining propelled himself forward with a powerful lunge, heading straight for the bed. A lifetime of exercise had left him with muscles comparable to an above-average earth pony, allowing him to close the distance in under a second. He turned his shoulder to aim at the winking backside. If it was a decoy, he’d shatter the trap and immediately make a break for the bathroom. If it was the real Cadence… At least she liked it rough.
Less than an inch away from the clinging bedsheets, Shining tensed and braced for impact. He felt the contact of the sheets, followed by the distinct crackle of a spell shattering. But that wasn’t the end of it. Shining’s momentum carried him forward, inch by inch. In a fraction of a second, his mind ran on pure adrenaline and instinct. He waited for it. Inch after inch, he sank into the sheets that hadn’t been given enough time to fall. He waited for that moment of contact, when his muscles would meet that bit of resistance of whatever thing was hidden underneath. Inch after inch, but there was nothing.
Shining’s mine reeled in anxious panic. Nothing? How can there be nothing? There has to be something! Cadence wouldn’t devote this much magic to just a decoy! Unless… He looked up.
The ceiling over their bed had a short curtain beneath it. The curtain could be magically extended to drop down and completely enclose the bed in red, velvety isolation. Normally, the default length of this curtain was only a few inches, nowhere near enough to hide Cadence’s considerable assets. That was why he’d dismissed them in the first place. However, looking at them now, Shining’s heart sank as he realized they’d been lengthened just enough to do a job.
Shining’s eyes continued on their course as his face paled from the sense of impending doom. His pink nemesis had dislodged herself from the bed’s ceiling top, pushing off so that she fell with more than just gravity on her side. Light purple eyes practically glittered as her excitable smile almost glowed with glee. Her multi-hued mane fluttered about behind her as her prey grew nearer by the second.
Shining gulped, fighting the relaxation Cadence’s smile always caused. The game was still on. He grabbed a handful of covers, hoping to grip the mattress beneath. With that, he might have enough leverage to adjust his momentum and sling himself off the bed and towards the bathroom. His grip tightened, and he felt a bit of tension. Yes! Close. Tighter. So very close. He could practically feel the warmth of his beloved upon him.
Shining’s hand tightened just a little more, certain he’d gripped the mattress. Victory was near. He was so very close. And then… he kept going.
Shining’s triumphant grin vanished, brief as it was. He’d failed to adequately grip the mattress. It was game over. All that was left to do was wait for his momentum to keep carrying him forward, right on a collision course with a wall of extra soft pillows, followed by the impact of the mare he’d vowed to marry as she would inevitably wrap herself around him in her fiercest and most loving embrace. Truly, if there was a worse doom a stallion could face, Shining didn’t want to know about it.
Chapter 2: Cadence Claims Her Shiny Prize (Clop)
With Shining clutched tightly against her naked body, Cadence rolled around their extra-large bed, giggling merrily in triumph over her future husband. Shining allowed himself to be rolled around, holding himself close to her. Their faces were mere inches apart, and he could smell her breath. Her laughter was like music to his ears, eventually forcing him to succumb and discard his mask of stoicism.
Cadence’s laughter became all the louder as Shining joined the little chorus. Her rolling slowed down, however, allowing the Princess to consciously press herself to her betrothed. She felt him, the way his rippling muscles tensed across his body and against hers. One particular muscle consumed a majority of her attention as, without really meaning to, she caught herself grinding against his erect stallionhood.
Eventually, the rolling had ceased being entertaining, and Shining flipped his future wife over, pinning her beneath him as he straddled her. Her excited giggling had turned into adorable giggle snorts, showing she liked where this was going. Smirking confidently, he grabbed at her wrists. She fought him off for a moment, but resistance ultimately proved futile as he pinned her wrists right above her head.
This brought Shining almost snoot-to-snoot with his beloved pink Princess. His cerulean eyes stared into hers as they blinked. Shining took in the sight of his mare’s mane messily scattered around her head. Her breasts heaved with labored breaths from their recent roll. With his cock pressed between their bellies, she gave her own wicked smirk and started rolling her hips around, moaning loudly to keep his ears pivoted forward. She’d won the game. Therefore, his attention and everything else about him rightfully belonged to her for the night.
“You sneaky little minx,” Shining almost purred as he fought the urge to join in Cadence’s grinding. “You never told me the curtains came with optional lengths.”
Cadence giggled, batting her eyelashes at her conquered love. Even if he did have her pinned at the moment, honor demanded that he eventually submit. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on who you asked, Cadence knew how to be patient. “There’s lots of things I don’t tell you, Shiny-Whiney.”
“I know,” Shining growled. “And do you have any idea how frustrating it is when the pony you love is completely bonkers?”
Cadence said nothing. She only continued grinding her hips against his.
“All the other colts and fillies at school thought you were soooo perfect. They saw you as little miss prim and proper, the model student everypony aspired to emulate.” He tightened his grip around her wrists enough to make a point without hurting her. Even so, she gave a melodramatic cry of pain. “You spent all your time helping ponies. You volunteered for almost all school functions, using that cursed alicorn sleep cycle to get the leg up on the other students.”
Cadence just giggle-snorted more, making Shining’s eyes narrow to dangerous levels.
“All that time volunteering, running your little dating services. Everypony wondered why the Princess of Love never bothered finding a special somepony of her own. And then,”—Shining chuckled ruefully—“some dumbass actually worked up the nerve; a dumbass who fell for you at first sight, who pined for you, who wrote terrible love poems and left them in your locker.”
Cadence giggle-snorted at the embarrassing confession.
“Who, after weeks of pep talks from his friends, of admitting he wanted nothing more than to see what the real Cadence was like, finally brought himself to ask her out to the big dance of the year! Then do you know what happened?”
Cadence averted her gaze and tried to look thoughtful without breaking into another giggle fit. It was especially hard when Shining was trying so hard to look serious. “They lived happily ever—”
“NO!” Shining shouted. He could now feel Cadence’s heartrate accelerate in her chest. “No sweet, fairytale endings for this poor shmuck. Oh, no. Instead, on their first night together, this hapless dumbass finds out his beloved mare is a total freak in bed.”
Cadence’s breathing grew heavier by the second. Her ears and cheeks were burning red as Shining bore down on her, now grinding his thick stallion meat against her belly.
“She’s the most conniving, most manipulative, most aggravatingly indirect mare in the entire world!” he declared. “And this from somepony who works under Celestia, so you know she must be seriously weird.”
Cadence was getting agitated now. The feeling of Shining’s burning meat against her belly had been joined with an aggravating stickiness. His member was starting to leak pre, which she could just barely smell over the stink of their shared sweat. Heat built in her loins as she felt her marehood wink, desperately reaching out for what it needed. Her tail wagged, reflexively trying to spread the scent of arousal to coax her stallion into heeding nature’s call. However, the mirthful glint in his captivating eyes only told her that this teasing would continue for as long as he saw fit.
“Don’t call me that,” she said breathlessly.
“What?” Shining asked with a mask of confusion. “Do you not like it when I call you… weird?”
Cadence growled, baring her teeth. It hurt to admit weakness, even to her fiancé, but Shining always had a way of pushing her buttons.
“I don’t get it,” Shining continued, feigning ignorance. “Isn’t it weird for a mare to prefer belly-to-belly?” He emphasized this by grinding his hips all the harder.
Cadence shook beneath her stallion. Her tension continued building, threatening to boil over.
“All these ideas you like to come up with are certainly on the weird side, wouldn’t you say?”
“Watch it!” she hissed.
Shining’s smirk just kept growing. He knew he was poking the tiger, but the look of frustration on the mare’s angelic face was just too much to resist. It was nice to give her a taste of what she gave him on a daily basis. “I know it’s pretty weird to never know what my mare is thinking. It’s weird that the only thing I know for certain is that I have no idea what’s coming next.” He lifted his head up a bit and nosed at her horn, making her writhe all the more violently from the added stimulation. “This mare, the one I’ve pledged my heart to, she’s a frustrating sort. No matter how much time we spend together, no matter what we do, I can never get a beat on her weirdness.”
“Close!” Cadence moaned in warning. She was now grinding her thighs together. She knew what Shining really meant when he called her weird, which drove her crazy.
“She’s a mystery,” Shining whispered. “This weird mare. She went and shattered my routine and plans of being a perfectly orderly and organized guards pony. Now, the hardest part of any given day is getting her out of my head. Do you have any idea how painful it is to love a pony so much, but never have any clue what weird things she has planned to rock your world?”
Shining could feel it. His balls rested comfortably against Cadence’s winking marehood, and boy, was it winking. He smirked, imagining her lower lips reaching out to hungrily gobble up his balls, which he knew they could do. His sack was completely coated in her juices as the smell of her arousal practically drowned his nostrils. She was almost ready.
“Well?” Shining whispered into her ear, his voice almost too soft to hear. “Do you know what it’s like to love a pony who’s just… so…”
Cadence tensed, gritting her teeth. Here it came.
“… weird?”
“Nnngh!” Cadence cried as her body thrashed beneath her special somepony. The area around her thighs was quickly flooded with mare cum. Shining’s sack was drenched in the warm, viscous fluid. When her orgasm had passed and feeling returned to her legs, she met Shining’s eyes only a second, taking in his adorably unapologetic grin before retaking control of her hands and burying her face in her palms.
“Sorry,” Shining said, shrugging. “Was kinda expecting something different would happen.”
“Shut up!” Cadence said, her voice muffled by her hands. “Don’t look at me!”
“Cadi,” Shining assured as he moved his head about, trying to force Cadence to look at him. He needed her to know that all was well.
“No! You’re awful,” she chided. “You made me cum before I could even do anything.”
Shining rolled his eyes and gently rested his chest against hers. Cadence’s breasts squished and flattened beneath his weight. She tried again to pull away, but Shining just wrapped his arms around hers. He held her close and pressed his nose to her exposed cheek. He was still rock hard, but did his best to lift his hips up so she wouldn’t be distracted by his dick’s presence.
“All that stuff about me being the weird one, but what kind of stallion makes his mare cum without even penetrating her?” Cadence whined, still speaking through her hands. “Answer me!”
“One with a really great teacher?” Shining offered apologetically, hoping to placate her. He tossed his head a bit so that his mane would fall onto her covered face, making it harder to resist his smell. He also started nuzzling her ear, nibbling at her favorite spots.
Cadence gave a reluctant-sounding groan as she leaned into his touch. She knew he was playing on her ego, and hated herself for feeling it working. “You really are the worst,” she grumbled. She had now pulled her hands down low enough to peek over. “You’re lucky you found a mare willing to put up with your stupid… stupidness.”
“And you’re lucky you found a stallion who didn’t listen to his dame when she warned him about the pink ones,” Shining shot back, smiling against her cheek. “Now, dearie,” he said in imitation of his mother. “We’ve raised you to be an open and tolerant stallion, but facts are facts, and the fact is you really can’t turn your back on those pink ones. They’s crazy!”
Cadence narrowed her glare on her special somepony. “Isn’t your grand dame pink?”
Shining nodded. “Who do you think she learned it from?”
Cadence tried to glower. She tried to set Shining’s stupid, impertinent, and gorgeous face on fire with just her mind. But as he gave her that winning smile, flashing those pearly whites that made her knees buckle, she felt herself give in to his charms. She pulled her hands away from her face and slipped them around Shining’s back. There was still a little anger left in her chest, but a few minutes of feeling her future husband against her would make it subside. This was hardly the first time he’d riled her up like this.
A few minutes passed, with the two basking in one another’s presence and saying nothing. Eventually, Cadence loosened her grip, signaling that she had calmed. Shining pulled himself off and rolled over beside his love. He rested his cheek on his arm and stared at her, drinking in her form.
“What’s that look supposed to mean?” Cadence asked, sitting up.
“What look?”
“That one. The way you’re looking at me right now.”
“Oh? How am I looking at you?” Shining asked, fluttering his eyelashes as Cadence had done a little bit ago.
“You know what. No. I won the game, and I’m not letting you take that away from me. Tonight, I’m the one who gets to decide what we do,” Cadence said, sounding a little defensive.
“I know. I know,” Shining agreed. “I figured, after ten straight wins in a row for Shining Armor, we were due for a change of pace.”
Cadence’s eye twitched. “No. No-no-no-no-no-no-no. No! I’m not falling for that… again…” she trailed off, now seeing Shining’s fully erect shaft for the first time in hours. It was just standing there, a mighty pillar of flesh, tenderly caressed by its owner as it swayed to and fro. She licked her lips.
Seeing where her eyes had fallen, Shining seized the opportunity to ogle his future wife, as was his equine right. Her breasts were like great mountains of jiggling muscle, capped off with bright red peaks. Her muscles were nice and trim, not a speck of flab to be found anywhere it didn’t belong. Her waist was just narrow enough to emphasize those voluptuous foal-birthing hips, followed by those gorgeously slender legs. The area around her groin was damp and reeked of her sexual musk, but somehow, that just intensified the eye-catching glisten of her still-winking marehood. He couldn’t see it from this angle, but in his mind’s eye, he took in the breathtaking majesty of her perky pink plot.
“See something you like?” Cadence teased.
“When I look at you, babe?” Shining asked throatily, his voice suddenly husky and suave. “Always.”
Feeling her heart flutter, Cadence pressed her snoot against Shining’s. His nose tickled a little. As they shared Eskimo kisses, the pink mare’s hand snaked down between them. She thought to herself how she was proving that even when your back wasn’t turned, the pink ones were not to be trusted. This thought broadened her smile as she took Shining’s cock in hand. The organ felt burning hot against her palm.
Shining tensed, but gave a soft moan when his fiancé started stroking him. He relinquished control of his cock to her, letting her do as she pleased. Her efforts were no more extreme than his own, keeping him hard rather than trying to coax out an orgasm. Wanting to return the favor, Shining’s now free hand reached across to the mare, and he touched his fingers to her lower lips. She also moaned, but Shining was reluctant to actually penetrate her just yet. Instead, he rubbed his thumb around her clit, careful not to overstimulate her.
“And they say alicorns are insatiable,” she hummed in delight.
“Alicorns and the ponies foolhardy enough to love them.”
At long last, having felt like they’d done enough teasing, the future husband pressed his lips to his future wife’s. They were soft and plump, but also deceptively strong. Shining felt no urge to press his tongue to them, even as they parted around his mouth. For the moment, he was content with just feeling her touch. When the kiss ended, the pair pulled apart a short way and just stared in quiet adoration at one another.
“As much as I hate to be that mare,”—Cadence said apologetically—“I’m still really horny.”
Chuckling deeply, Shining rolled his eyes and fully sat up. He brought his legs in close and retook his hold on his stallionhood. “I suppose fair’s fair,” he conceded.
Cadence perked up, grateful he hadn’t used their safe word yet. There was still the risk after he heard what she had planned, but usually, if he didn’t use it by this point, he wouldn’t at all. Shining trusted her implicitly, but she was always mindful to be considerate of his feelings.
“So what does my pretty pink Princess have in store for me tonight?” Shining asked, sounding wide awake and chipper, unlike the grumbling, grouchy pants he had been when he first came in. He was a knight who had pledged to serve his Princess. Pride had been put on the backburner now that he was honor-bound to try whatever kink his wife had thought up.
“I was just thinking, well, the pony body is a beautiful work of art, but sometimes it can get in the way,” she began, unable to meet Shining’s now confused expression.
“I don’t follow.”
Cadence took a deep breath as she desperately grasped onto the hour she had spent rehearsing her sales pitch. “You see, I was heading for my office this morning when I saw that my secretary had gotten a hamster for the waiting room; just a little ball of cuteness to help put clients at ease before they have to meet the Princess of Blind Dates.”
“As you have so humbly dubbed yourself,” Shining quipped. He pulled back and held his hands up at the look the pink mare gave him. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll let you talk.”
“Good. This is hard enough to talk about without you trying to make me laugh every ten seconds.” Cadence engaged the royal breathing exercise that had kept Princesses calm and sane for centuries. It nearly failed when she snapped another dirty look at her beloved. “And stop looking at me like that!”
It was hard for Shining not to grin. “Like what?”
“You know damn well ‘like what’!”
It was true. Shining absolutely did.
“There! That right there. That’s the look!” She pointed in accusation. “That look like… like you’re just utterly content, like there’s nothing you’d rather do and nowhere you’d rather be than right here, looking at me.”
Shining smiled. It could have been malicious as he knowingly wielded this power over his beloved. Instead, he tried to be as calm and sincerely sympathetic as possible, taking a perverse delight in knowing that only made it worse.
Cadence’s nostrils flared. “I swear, if I were locked in a box of ten-meter solid steel, with only a tiny peep-hole into the outside world and no air holes, I’d still be able to smell if you looked at me like that,” she confessed, breathing heavy. Sometimes, it really sucked having the power to sense love, smelling it as strongly as other ponies might smell a sweet flower, or even a fart.
Shining, feeling pity for his future wife’s condition, scrunched his nose. He furrowed his brow, crossed his eyes, and puckered his lips in a very odd way. “How’s this? Better?”
A surprise giggle-snort escaped the pink mare. Cadence nodded, but instead of being turned on, she had to keep from laughing. Shining wasn’t the only pony who felt frustrated by the pony he loved. Then again, neither of them would have it any other way.
Cadence breathed and tried not to look at Shining’s silly face as she continued. “Well, the hamster cage was really elaborate, with tunnels connecting multiple segments.” She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and resisted the urge to look. No doubt Shining had done something to make his face even sillier. “So, I was watching the little guy run through the tubing when I got a silly idea.” She laughed nervously at just how silly the thought was. “I thought that the tubing wasn’t much bigger than an average stallion’s penis, but that he could never go as deeply into the tube as the hamster because, you know, the rest of him.”
“Leave it to a pink pony to come up with an idea as weird as that.”
“Oh, don’t start that again!” Cadence snapped.
“Make me,” Shining challenged smugly.
Cadence engaged in the royal breathing exercise again. If she wasn’t careful, she might end up jumping him and tiring him out before she could even make her proposal. Clever jerk. “Anyway, the idea just wouldn’t leave me alone all day. So, since you were busy, I decided to pay a visit to the library to check on the ‘Exotic Spells’ section.”
“Faust, preserve us,” Shining swore with deadly seriousness, making Cadence chuckle. His beloved’s visits to that particular section of the library usually left him sore the next morning.
“And that’s when I found it.” Beaming in delight, Cadence turned to find her Shining watching her with wary dread. She lit her horn, summoned the book she had stashed in her dresser, and opened it to the desired page. “A detachment spell,” she said, pointing at the title.
Frowning, Shining took the book and quickly read through the spell. As a unicorn, Shining was quite fluent in the magic behind spells. True, he wasn’t nearly up to Twilight’s level as far as variety went, but he knew enough to understand what he was reading. It boiled down to separating a piece of a living body without causing harm or damage.
The example used was a hand, and the book described how a wall of flesh appeared to grow across where the wrist had severed from the arm. This was a glamour, a small illusion that hid what was essentially a portal keeping the severed segments connected, no matter what was brought between them. Blood flowed without leaking, and nerves were still fully intact. The severed hand could still move at its owner’s command, feeling and transmitting the signals of sensation along the same paths as always, like the detachment spell hadn’t even been cast.
As Shining read, he found that there wasn’t much practical use for the spell, which explained why it was so obscure. Suggestions were made for detaching eyes, ears, or muzzles for a sort of long-range communication or spying, but the spell was only effective for a bout twenty meters. Besides, magic mirrors and scrying had already been invented by the time this spell was crafted. In truth, it didn’t seem to be useful for anything more than a cheap party trick.
Shining puzzled quietly as he wondered what possible use this spell would have, and then he tensed. He recalled Cadence’s inspiration for seeking out the spell in the first place. Gulping, connections forming in his brain, he looked up to meet his fiancé’s nervously expectant expression.
Cadence nodded. “Yes. It’s exactly what you think it is.” She hadn’t read his mind, but figuring out what he was thinking wasn’t hard. Besides, they’d known each other long enough to have a pretty good idea of how the other’s mind worked.
Shining looked down at the book, particularly the makeup of the spell weave, before checking out the warning section. “I assume you’ve tested it out?”
Cadence nodded urgently. This question had been anticipated, and giving a satisfactory answer was paramount. She held up her right hand, lit her horn, and a thin, glowing line of pink manifested around her wrist. With her left hand, she grabbed onto her right trigger finger and lifted the hand right off the wrist.
Shining flinched, his easily startled equine mind expecting the mare of his dreams to give some sort of reaction to having her hand cut off, but there was none. He forced himself to calm down as he continued to watch in silence. Cadence seemed perfectly calm as she let the detached hand dangle by its finger. The severed hand then balled itself in a fist, curling upward before relaxing back down.
“I can still feel everything,” she assured. “Everything moves and works exactly as it should. Even if I try to step out of range, that just causes the spell to reverse itself, and my hand reattaches itself.”
Shining blinked and leaned forward, wanting a closer look at the severed hand. Even if he was a knight and a bit of a dork sometimes, he was still a unicorn, and his inner scholar’s curiosity peaked. “Does it teleport?”
Cadence gave a sigh of relief. Curiosity was leagues better than the outright terror she had dreaded. “It actually just gets sucked back through the portal. Watching it, it’s like my hand just decides to grow back.”
Licking his suddenly dry lips, Shining reached for the detached pink hand. It was soft to the touch, no different from any other time he felt it. He wrapped his fingers around it and marveled as they did the same.
“I feel everything, just like normal,” Cadence said. He needed to understand the spell’s safety, to trust in her skill as a magician and her desire to keep him from harm.
Licking his lips again, Shining eyed the detached hand as an idea took shape. As much as he trusted Cadence, he needed to see this for himself before committing. He held the pink hand to his chest and turned his back on her. Peeking over his shoulder to ensure she couldn’t see, Shining ducked his head down and slipped the detached hand’s middle finger between his lips.
“Mmmh!” Cadence moaned in surprise. She then giggled as Shining started using his tongue to play with her. “Okay, that’s not fair.”
“Don’t care,” he deadpanned, loudly slurping as he licked. “Busy *slurp* eating *slurp*.”
Reflexively, Cadence pulled her hand away, only to grimace at the stump she saw. Her hand had been taken prisoner, and her usual means of retrieving it were momentarily unavailable. “Okay, Shiny. That’s enough,” she said between giggles. “You can give me my hand back.”
Shining paused in treating her hand like a lollipop, and hummed thoughtfully. “I can, can’t I,” he said as though it were some profound revelation, only to go back to licking.
“Not funny,” Cadence groused. She leaned forward and pressed herself against his back. She tried to reach around him to retrieve her stolen property, but the Captain of the Guard had rediscovered the joys of the old foalish game of ‘keep away.’ Now he hogged the hand like it were a toy under disputed ownership, easily evading her left hand and right stump.
“Well, it doesn’t seem like there’s any sign of mental strain,” Shining said analytically, still keeping Cadence’s hand just out of her reach. She went left, and he dodged right. She went right, and he dodged up. She attempted climbing right over his back, and he haphazardly tossed the hand up and back.
“Ah hah!” Cadence crowed in victory after snatching up her lost appendage. She smiled smugly down at her beloved stallion, doing her best to look like this wasn’t a victory he hadn’t literally handed her. “And just like that,” she continued, fixing the hand back in place. It was backward at first, but she twisted it around until it was once more perfectly aligned, and the glowing ring disappeared. “Everything is back to normal.” She waved her reattached hand for emphasis.
“Normal?” Shining asked skeptically. “With you?”
“Are we really going to start that again?” Cadence whined.
“Well, you are about to cut my penis off, presumably to use it as a real-life sex toy,” he said matter-of-factly. “Now seems as good a time as any.”
Cadence blinked. “So… that’s a yes?” she asked hopefully.
With a defeated sigh, Shining spun back to face his fiancé, used his hands for support as he leaned back, and opened his legs in a show of offering and unwavering trust. His dick hadn’t lost a shred of rigidity as it stood tall and proud, awaiting it’s call to service.
Cadence gave a shrill, almost ear-piercing squeal of joy. She applauded and bounced in place on the bed, causing her assets to jiggle ever so slightly. “When’s the last time I told you I love you?”
Shining had to give that some thought. “Depends. Was that your carrier pigeon that brought the love letter around…” He shook his hand, trying to think. “Seven thirty in the evening?”
Cadence nodded.
“Then too long,” Shining said, once more looking at his future wife in that way he knew drove her crazy.
“Agreed.” Cadence threw herself at Shining, pressing her bare chest into his, snogging like her life depended on it. “I love my little Shiny-Whiney,” she said. She lit her horn as her hand started running up and down along his shaft.
“And I wuv my wittle-Oh!” Shining gasped and pulled back. There had been a faint pressure in his cock. It was almost like having to pee, but it went away. In its place was the notable absence of something important. Breathing steadily to calm himself, Shining looked down between himself and Cadence.
The mare smiled as she grasped his shaft, complete with the matching set of testicles, approximately a quarter of a meter from where they were supposed to be. Cadence grabbed around the cock, just below the medial ring. She shook it from side to side, both she and Shining marveling at how it swayed and the balls bounced. Feeling playful, she spun the cock in her hand as a cheerleader would a baton.
Shining gasped at the motions of his family sword and jewels, unaccustomed to feeling them move under somepony else’s direction.
Cadence’s smile grew into full-on smirk as she held the cock upright. Gripping her free hand around his balls, savoring the sounds he made as she fondled them, giving a lick to his flat head.
“Oh, sweet Faust, that’s weird!” Shining gasped. That was definitely not normal.
Cadence tittered and guiltily averted her eyes. “The detachment spell keeps the nerve connections all the same. However…”
Shining narrowed his eyes upon the mare who’d gotten her hand caught in the cookie jar. “What else did you do?”
Rather than answering right away, Cadence applied an even broader lick up the upper half of Shining’s rod and finished with a sweep over the flat tip. She moaned at the sweet taste of his pre, likening its flavor to the unique taste of Hearts and Hooves candies.
Shining threw his head back. In all their time together, Cadence’s mouth had never felt so wonderful.
The pink menace removed her mouth with a soft pop. “Just a slight boost to sensitivity, mixed with a plus three to endurance.”
Dammit! Shining thought as he hissed through his teeth. Now, things were getting serious. Cadence had just pulled out the gamer talk. Once more, the stallion felt a sense of impending doom.
Cadence hummed happily as she prodded the towering shaft with her nose, drowning her nostrils in the scent of his musk. The thick rod pulsed with life, yet the Princess took such perverse pleasure in playing with it like any other toy. It was fun, more so than expected, to move her favorite dick around without concern for the body attached. Even so, she was mindful to keep an eye on Shining at all times. The faces he made were as much a treat for the eyes as his moans of ecstasy were treats for the ears.
Shining’s hands fell upon his groin, seeking to grab Cadence’s head and force her to stop playing around. He gave a surprised gasp when his hands met empty air, and she giggled at his expense.
“Sorry,” she purred, continuing to nuzzle her new favorite toy. “It’s just that I kept doing the same thing when I was, mmmh, practicing.”
“Yeah. I’ll bet you were real thorough and, nnngh, academic!” Shining hissed back.
Cadence continued to tease her lover and toy like this for quite some time. Usually, Shining would have gone off by now, but the endurance spell was doing its job. She wanted to save his cum for somewhere special.
“So this is what you Princesses do all day,” Shining accused breathlessly. “Everypony thinks you’re so diligent in working to keep Equestria running, but the truth is you’re just a bunch of perverts who spend all their time-oh-OH!” Shining’s ass hole clenched as he felt a familiar pressure intrude down there. He looked down, past his nonexistent genitals, and spied the aura of pink magic glowing from his anus. He then met his love’s eyes and smiled apologetically. “Yeah. I had that coming.”
Cadence nodded her agreement as she took Shining’s apple-sized balls in her mouth. Her tongue fondled them affectionately, relishing in their sweaty musk. Shining chuckled through his moans, no doubt likening her expression to a chipmunk with nuts in her cheeks. She smiled at his reaction and, ever so carefully, ran her fingers up and down across his medial ring, causing his body to twitch and spasm.
Shining took slow, measured breaths as the sensations washed over him. Cadence massaged his balls with even greater dexterity than her fingers. The attention she paid to his medial ring caused his whole body to jerk at random intervals. And lastly, the sensations from his ass were making him moan like a mare in heat. Usually, Cadence was the receiver whenever anal play was involved, but that didn’t stop the skilled alicorn from ensuring her favorite stallion didn’t get a little attention back there from time to time.
The magical construct was thick without being too long. It had been carefully measured over years of practice just to barely prod at the stallion’s prostate, making Shining’s body shiver as he felt the wonderful sensation of being stretched open like a mare. Shining reflexively bucked his hips, impotently trying to get more stimulation from both the intruder in his rear and his beloved’s mouth, which had gone back to fellating him.
Shining’s balls were now the only parts of him that weren’t down Cadence’s gullet. She had turned her head up and back, running her fingers along the protrusion in her neck while letting his testicles rest on her nose, drowning her in his musk. Her throat swallowed periodically, massaging the entirety of his length as she felt its warm immensity pulse with life.
On top of that was the sensory input from her dildo construct, sending the sensations directly into her brain as though it was a real flesh and blood organ penetrating the stallion she would one day marry. Thin trickles of fluid flowed down Cadence’s inner thighs as she fellated and pumped. The orgasm had been small, barely breaking her stride as she continued with her ministrations. She knew this was but the first of many micro-orgasms.
“C-close,” Shining hissed.
Cadence promptly spat the cock out into her hand and ended her prostate massage. It was slick and glossy from her saliva, and she could feel it pulsing, ready to burst. She was careful where she held it, not wanting it to blow just yet, but still readied a spell to catch its emissions just in case.
Shining’s breathing evened out after a minute, and he nodded.
“Let no pony ever say that Shining Armor is undisciplined,” Cadence tittered.
“Damn right!” Shining panted back. Eventually, he leaned forward, wiggling his rump and mourning how empty it now felt. Winded from his near orgasm, he smiled up at his mare. “Ya know, for a second there, I was thinking you might just swallow the whole thing.”
Cadence smirked mischievously. “I could, you know. Would you like that?”
Shining didn’t answer, but his ears pivoted forward as he caught sight of the moisture trails falling down Cadence’s legs.
“I could take you all the way inside me.” With one hand holding his erection off to the side, Cadence traced a line with her other hand from her mouth, down her throat, and through the valley of her cleavage. “You’d be going deeper inside me than ever, touching every inch of my insides as I felt you.” She rocked her body from side to side, swaying her breasts hypnotically as her tracing hand reached her belly button. “You’d be safe inside me, magically shielded from harm, but we’d still feel each other. We’d be closer than ever. I might even keep you inside me for a while.”
Shining scooched forward and leaned in close, smelling his fiancé’s breath as he looked into her eyes. “No, you wouldn’t,” he said smugly.
“Oh? How can you be so confident? After all, you know how greedy I can be.”
“Oh, don’t I ever,” Shining purred and grabbed hold of her tracing hand, forcing it to continue. “It’s because you’re greedy that you wouldn’t hold me there.” He guided her hand down her belly a short way, stopping less than an inch from her cunny. “Feeling me squirm in your belly would lose its appeal pretty fast, especially when there are,”—he made a b-line around her side, right over her cutie mark—“other places you’d want to feel me.”
Cadence moaned as she felt Shining’s fingers interlock with her own as they traced along the expanse of her backside, down her crack, and then stopped right at her puckered entrance.
“Let’s face it. You’d never be able to resist,” Shining teased. He rubbed his cheek against hers as he prodded a finger at her twitching anus.
Cadence gave a growl. He was right. “Fine,” she relented. “Maybe I wouldn’t be able to hold back. But still, the idea of you cumming inside me throughout the entire trip does sound like a fun afternoon.”
Shining chuckled, gave his fiancé’s nose a lick, and pulled back. He said nothing, but smirked devilishly as he waited to see what else his love would do.
“There was another part of the hamster cage that, well, inspired me,” Cadence added. She did not elaborate as she magically pulled a stool from the closet and set it up a short way from the foot of the bed. It was a simple thing with a metal frame and a spinning red cushion. With one final kiss to her love’s snoot, the pink one slipped off the bed and walked over to where she’d left the stool, swaying her hips from side-to-side and even making her ass give a little clap as she swaggered. Cock in hand, she gave the head a brief kiss before setting it upright in the center of the stool’s cushion, balls facing the bed.
“The wheel,” she finished.
Shining’s eyes bulged when he saw Cadence apply the adhesive spell to the base and the stool’s center. When his love gave a playful wink, he scampered forward to the edge of the bed. He wanted, no, needed a better look. Even knowing what was coming, he hopped off the bed and lunged for where Cadence now stood. He was on his knees, sitting expectantly like a dutiful dog awaiting his treat.
The pink one had stepped in front of the stool, which was probably sized for pegasi, given its short stature. She turned around, parted her legs for Shining’s viewing convenience, and squatted a little, aiming the erect cock at her winking nether lips. She smiled excitedly when she saw her stallion sitting on his knees and staring lustfully between her legs. His eyes were as wide as saucer plates, like a foal whose birthday wish had been granted.
“You ready, sweetie?”
Shining nodded, his eyes darting between the two sex organs as a hand rubbed errantly over the smoothness between his own legs. “Do it!”
With no safe word in sight, Cadence gave a feminine giggle and began the long, needlessly slow process of sitting down. With one hand, she reached behind herself and pulled her butt cheeks apart. It was what she usually did when she sat in Shining’s lap, which made her sad when she realized he couldn’t see her spreading herself for him. With her other hand, she reached below and grabbed just below the cock’s head, aiming it steadily as she sunk lower.
Both mare and stallion hissed when their genitals finally touched. All their prior teasing and Cadence’s earlier orgasms had only served to make the pair even more sensitive.
Again, Shining reflexively thrust his hips upward, wanting to sink into his love’s welcoming, wet, and winking folds, but nothing happened. His hands grasped feebly around where his brain said his mare’s hips should be, wanting to take control over the pace of her movement, but there was nothing. He growled in frustration, but that quickly gave way to another hiss of delight when his head had fully entered.
Cadence felt sparks of electricity along where her love tunnel met with Shining’s joystick. Her body craved more, and she sank down another couple inches. The moan she gave was long and longing, desperate for the ecstasy of feeling her walls stretched by the welcomed guest.
“Oh, sweet Faust! Did you get tighter?” Shining asked with a grunt. His hands flexed and relaxed over and over, unaccustomed to not having anything to do. He wanted to lean forward, reach out and grab something, and do anything that might coax more moans from his future wife.
Sensing his desperation, Cadence took pity and lifted herself up a bit, leaving just the head inside. Pity morphed into a devilish sneer as she suddenly sank several inches at once, stopping just above Shining’s medial ring. Right now, she wanted him to feel desperate and helpless. Her horn lit and manifested a pair of ropes that tied themselves around Shining’s wrists and ankles. He was strong enough to break free at any time, but the message was clear that his interference was not required.
Shining nodded, but still snorted his frustration as his focus returned to where the genitals met.
“Good colt,” Cadence condescended. She lifted herself up again and then dropped down faster than before. She felt his medial ring against her vulva and then gave a whimpering cry when it popped inside and brushed against her clit, spawning another mini-orgasm. “Nnngh! That’s my good little soldier.”
“What my Princess wants,”—Shining panted—“she gets.”
Cadence gave a whinny that sounded more like an adolescent filly than a full-grown mare. Shining’s rod was now at the three-quarter mark, and she’d begun her slow ascent. Her body ached from the empty feeling, but it was short-lived when she dropped down again. This time, she’d hilted herself fully, landing just softly enough so as not to crush his generous testicles under her more generous thighs.
“You really are tighter, aren’t you,” Shining hissed in accusation.
Cadence chuckled mirthfully. She magically grabbed hold of the stool’s cushion to keep it steady, not wanting it to move as she twisted her hips around the burning rod inside her. “Glad you noticed,” she purred. “Do you recognize it? That’s as tight as I was on—”
“—our first time,” Shining finished breathlessly. “Is that even a spell, or are alicorn bodies just weird like that?’
Cadence gave a guttural, lustful growl. She lifted her rump again, slowly, dragging her walls along his length. She slammed back down again, all the way to the base. “We’re just weird,” she replied.
“Good,” Shining grunted, fighting the urge to keep thrusting after it had proven ineffective. He started chuckling. “I can feel your insides hugging me. You’re trying to make me cum. Dam it, I’m close!”
“Not yet, you’re not,” Cadence sang teasingly. Her magic aura on the cushion changed and concentrated into two pink hands. They gripped the cushion and tapped menacingly against the soft fabric. “You ready?” she asked as much for herself as Shining.
Shining swallowed audibly. Quickly he summoned a platoon of pillows and arranged them around himself, as well as the pink one, ready in case one of them fell. He sat cross-legged and braced his hands behind him, never tearing his eyes from the sight of his penetration as he moved his precautions into place. When all was set, he glanced briefly up at Cadence and nodded.
Cadence was also a bit anxious. This was the moment she’d been building up to since Shining first stepped hoof into the room. She banished the magical hands and replaced them with her own, gripping the cushion tightly and listening as the material strained. She readjusted her hoofing and gave the cushion a few test twists. It was only a couple degrees, but the sensation caused both her and Shining to jump a little. The pair shared a nod, and Cadence gave the cushion another twist.
Both mare and stallion moaned out in delight. The sensation was like that of thrusting, but the horizontal angle somehow made the feeling all the more intense. Cadence had learned long ago how to pull off an effective corkscrew, but this was something else entirely. There was no real effort, no tension, followed by a blissful yet awkward release. Shining’s cock was simply turning, grinding as her fleshy walls gripped tightly around him.
Cadence was so caught up in the novelty of this sensation and her latest mini-orgasm that, in a moment of distraction as she readjusted her hoof, her grip around the cushion slipped.
“Gah, Faust!” Shining swore. His cock had just spun a solid 180 degrees inside the love of his life. It brought him close, nanometers from ejaculating, and he couldn’t take the feeling of helplessness anymore.
Cadence gave a soft “meep” as her stallion tore free from his bonds with a beastly growl. It was frightening, the way he looked at her with those predatory eyes, but also intensely arousing. Her wings gave a soft *pomph* as they opened up with deadly speed. Shining climbed to his hooves. His form cast an intimidating shadow over her normally tall stature, and her lips parted in a desperate, wordless plea for action.
The embrace was swift and fierce. Shining wrapped his arms around Cadence and held her close. He pushed her down onto his cock, smashed his lips against hers, and dominated the kiss. His left hand snaked around her back and gripped the base of her wing, twisting it exactly how he knew she liked it, making her moan. His right hand took a detour south and pried her butt cheeks apart before shoving two fingers up her anus. Shining was a stallion of action, and it felt good to finally give his mare what she deserved.
Cadence, while briefly caught off guard by the sudden assault, quickly rallied to return the favor. She angled her face against his, moving so that their horns rubbed together and sent magical tingles through their very cores. Her hands moved in a mirror of Shining’s. However, he had no wings to grip, and she deliberately avoided his anus. Instead, she moaned lustfully as she dug her fingers into his firm, muscular flesh. The strong, broadness of his back was wonderfully complimented by the rock-hard firmness of his buttocks. This was what a stallion, her stallion, was supposed to feel like, and she drank in the feel of his sculpted frame like a refreshing beverage.
However, Cadence was not about to let Shining accuse her of being selfish. That was a level of teasing that would haunt her for decades. Instead, she refocused her attention on the stool cushion. She lifted her backside up, just an inch to take off the pressure, only for Shining to force her back down. Cadence was briefly irked by his lack of cooperation, only for something new to assault her senses.
To be clear, the newness of the sensation was that it hadn’t been fully deployed since the pair had last seen one another, but was far from alien to their relationship. Cadence was not a changeling. She did not derive sustenance from love. However, that didn’t stop her from indulging in its sweet flavor. Shining’s love was like ambrosia as Cadence felt it wash over her, course through her, and come back only to wrap her in its warm embrace. She could taste it, although that term wasn’t quite accurate. The feeling of love, of love explicitly directed at her, was without an adequate reference for non-unicorns to understand. It was bliss, sifted and refined to a purity that would put the finest sculptors and smiths of Canterlot to shame.
Regardless, Cadence was not to be deterred. If Shining wouldn’t let her stand, she’d sit. Her horn lit, and her magic mingled briefly with his in a way that gave her yet another mini-orgasm, although this one was much stronger than the others. She hissed, ignoring the microcosm of ecstasy as she felt around until she found the stool cushion. She gripped it as tightly as she could without destroying it, and gave it a spin.
Cadence’s mind went blank as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her mouth hung open in a muted cry of ecstasy. Shining’s ejaculation was an erupting volcano that quickly filled Cadence’s womb with his hot seed, only to keep going. Her middle swelled, filling with so much seed that it actually caused her belly to distend a little. She’d never felt this full before. A waterfall of her own love juices poured out, flowing over the sides of the cushion and onto the floor.
Shining gritted his teeth as he felt his orgasm continue, far longer than it had ever gone. Was this a side effect of the spells used? His body was riddled with spasms, even after the cushion stopped spinning. A part of him worried that his climax might somehow consume all the fluids in his body. However, that part was overshadowed by his concern for Cadence. Her breaths were light and wheezing. She seemed completely disconnected from the world around her. On reflex, he tightened his embrace around her, pulling her voluptuous chest against his chiseled pecs, rubbed his cheek across hers, and pressed his lips to her ear.
“Cadence?” Shining’s voice was soft and barely a whisper as his orgasm finally started subsiding.
At last, Cadence blinked. Her world consisted of nothing more or less than her stallion, her Shining Armor, both around and within her. The last powerful ropes of his orgasm shot into her already overflowing snatch and stretched her middle another inch in diameter. His breath was hot against her ear. His body and arms filled her with a sense of safety, calming her nerves and returning her pulse to a more manageable level. She buried her face in his shoulder, drinking in his scent. Eventually, feeling returned to her arms, and she returned the embrace, holding him tightly in gratitude for him holding her.
“Shining,” she whispered back.
Shining gave a sigh of relief, but did not loosen his grip. If anything, he held her tighter, letting her recover in the safety of his arms. This, in turn, squeezed Cadence’s pregnant-looking belly just enough to push out a fair amount of their mixed love juices between her legs. It pooled on the floor against both sets of hooves, but both lovers were too preoccupied to care. There were more pressing concerns, like pressing their hearts as close together as they could possibly get.
In time, Cadence’s grip relaxed just a little. Shining loosened his arms proportionally, but was careful to let her take the lead. It was a simple fact of their relationship that Cadence felt orgasms more strongly than Shining. Besides just being more sensitive in general, the added stimulation of her lover’s feelings always drove Cadence further than even her fellow Princesses. What the others might call an afternoon relief would usually leave the youngest Princess a sweaty, panting mess.
It was just one more thing in the long list of reasons why Cadence loved Shining Armor. His feelings of love were impossible to ignore. Despite his grumbling, it was more of a formality to get through than an actual protest. He enjoyed playing her games even more than she enjoyed playing his. It had been quite a spectacle the first time he’d brought her to play O&O with his buddies. They could talk for hours, saying absolutely nothing of consequence, and still walk away fully contented with one another. However, in addition to having a smoking-hot bod, what made Cadence love Shining right now was how his compassion mixed with his strength.
Little by little, Cadence relaxed her grip and pulled further away from her special somepony’s safe embrace. He had always been like this, hugging her close and making her feel secure ever since they first started dating. And the first time they’d shared a bed, the first time she’d felt a real stallion inside her, she’d been left in much the same state as she was now. And, like now, he held her. He was strong enough and patient enough to help her through the experience. In these moments of post-coital bliss, they were each other’s whole world, and it was almost sad when it eventually ended.
Later, the pair had returned to the bed, but Shining continued holding onto Cadence. She’d already recovered enough that the emotional support was no longer necessary. However, she smelled really nice, and not even the stickiness of their mutual sweat could distract Shining from her softness. He ran a hand through Cadence’s mane, petting her and making her purr like a kitty.
“Shining.”
“Hmm.”
“I don’t care what anypony else says. You’re actually a pretty good stallion.”
Shining chuckled mirthfully. “Well, I do my best,” he said, glancing down at his now limp stallionhood. It had been years since he’d fully spent himself after only one shot, but what a shot that had been. And while he didn’t want to say anything at the moment, he was almost certain his balls had shrunk just a little.
Cadence nuzzled against her love’s chin. “You remember what you said when we were little, and I popped your cherry?”
“Stallions don’t have cherries.”
“Shut up and answer the question,” she chided, followed by a long yawn.
“Sure, but only if you brush your teeth before bed.”
“Agreed.”
Shining let his head rest against the plush pillows and let his mind wander back to that faithful night. “Well, if memory serves, it was before I had to walk with a limp all day, but right after Twilight gave me that manual on how to apply lubricant.” He chuckled. “I probably still have it somewhere.”
Cadence smiled and hummed, too tired to laugh. “Go on.”
“We’d been going at it for just about five minutes, but we were both completely spent. We cozied up in bed together, just like now.” He pulled her closer. “I whispered something in your ear, didn’t I?”
“Hmm mmh.”
“I pulled away a little so I could get a good look at you,” he said as he went through the old motions. “I stared down in your eyes as I held you tight.”
Cadence’s eyes practically sparkled as she looked into Shining’s adoring expression. Her belly was still a little swollen, but the look on her future husband’s face made her wonder if she still had one last mini-orgasm in her.
“And then I said it,” Shining said, pausing for suspense. No matter where he was or what he’d done, Shining Armor would always make time to tease his Princess. “I swore to you.” His voice was stern yet passionate. “I said… I said: Cadence. You’re the weirdest pony I’ve ever met.”
Cadence felt her heart clench in her chest and a pressure between her legs.
“You’re my mare, you drive me crazy, and I’m going to rut you senseless for the rest of my days.”
Cadence gave a soft, fillyish squeak. A new stream of fluids flowed over her thighs to join what had already dried. He’d made her cum again, stupid sexy Shining.
Author's Note
Well, that was a hell of a trip. Shining Armor, Captain of Canterlot’s Royal Guard, just wants to go to bed. Alas, his fiancé is in a mood, and she has outright nefarious means of getting what she wants. It’s a simple enough premise that I stretched out to be hella long because it was just so damn fun.
While initially part of the HPGN storyline, I ultimately decided it was distinct enough to stand on its own. So, if you like, consider it to be loosely part of the canon. This was one of those stories I’d started a while ago, maybe somewhere around 2017, stopped because of writer’s block, then returned to with a level of inspiration that surprised even me, only to forget about it entirely. Boy, did this turn out to be a long one. Once I got started, it just became so much fun to write these characters. It might sound cheezy, but I love love. The idea of two people wanting nothing more than to be together for the rest of their days is something I’ve always appreciated when depicted well.
The detachment spell was something that’s been floating at the edge of consciousness for me for a while, and this seemed like the prime chance to bring it out.
