Homewreckers

When Princess Cadance returned to the Grand Galloping Gala from powdering her nose, she stood by the punch table and scanned the ballroom to realize that her husband was gone. She put her hands on her hips, a grumpy frown on her muzzle. "Oh, what has he gotten himself into now?" she muttered to herself.

She circled the dance floor, peering through the crowds to see where he might be. She looked toward the large staircase at the back of the hall where Princess Celestia greeted guests, thinking she might have kidnapped him, but he wasn't there either. While she wasn't terribly concerned that he was gone, at the very least she was a little annoyed. It wouldn't exactly look good if the Princess of Love was without her lover, especially since they were still mostly newlyweds in Canterlot's high society. She hoped that whatever he was up to, it was worth it.

When Cadance eventually stopped, folding her arms over her chest, she was by the quartet's stage area, thinking to herself and tapping her foot impatiently.

"You too, Your Highness?" a mare's voice with a refined accent reached her ear.

Cadance turned to see a gray mare with a black mane, wearing an elegant black dress, looking up at her with an unamused expression. She was fairly tall, but still not as tall as Cadance, who stood eye-to-eye with most stallions, slender and lovely in her shape. With her appearance and demeanor, she seemed to be just like any other pony in Canterlot's elite.

"I beg your pardon?" Cadance responded politely.

"You are Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, Your Highness?" the mare confirmed. "I wager you're looking about the Gala for your own missing partner, Prince Shining Armor?"

Cadance merely raised an eyebrow. "Do I know you?"

"Octavia, Your Highness," the mare replied.

Cadance smirked. "And I take it you seem so displeased because you're in the same situation then? Where is your husband?"

"She is not my husband. Or my wife, for that matter," Octavia replied with annoyance, not at Cadance, but seemingly at her partner.

"I see," Cadance said, cocking her head at Octavia with some interest. "And you aren't looking for her because...?"

Octavia paused a beat before answering. "I suppose because I am rather used to it." She turned her head to look back at the string ensemble playing a lively dance tune, her eyes studying the techniques of the members, admiring the music.

Cadance moved to stand beside her, facing the ensemble. "Go on," she said, prompting Octavia. While Cadance was still wondering about Shining Armor's whereabouts, in truth she wasn't overly concerned. Especially not when a love problem presented itself. The pink princess could almost feel the tug on her very being, the tingle in her horn and wings at Octavia's relationship issues. It was partly like being teased with some juicy gossip to uncover, but partly like the promise of a drug, or some kind of fix that she craved. Love was the greatest force of all in Equestria, and Cadance did everything she could to surround herself with it. That was partly why she was so enamored with Shining Armor; if there was any stallion in the world with a capacity for love that could match her own, it was him.

Octavia sighed while Cadance watched intently. "Vinyl Scratch is... a lively mare. She can be so... spontaneous, and creative, and passionate. She has no restraint, no shame, no reservations; when she wants something, she simply goes for it. It's something I find admirable, and also very flattering. I've never had any pony take my breath away the way that she does."

Cadance nodded. "But..?"

Octavia's eyes fell. "But those same things that I love about her are often the problem with her. She is so spontaneous, so unrestrained, so shameless. I try to rein her in, to make her stop and think things over, try and make plans with her, but it never seems to work." In a lower voice, Octavia muttered, "I wouldn't be surprised if she was off with some other mare right now."

"Another mare, hm?" Cadance replied. "What would make you think that? You're quite a catch after all," the pink princess said, placing a hand gently on Octavia's shoulder, but the charge that came with the delicate contact was palpable.

"Well, I know for a fact she thinks I'm terribly boring," Octavia said, her hand reaching up to brush off Cadance's but stopping before she could. "She thinks of me almost like her mother, as if I exist only to nag her about her responsibilities and our relationship, as if my goal is to prevent her from having fun. It doesn't matter how attractive she thinks I am." Octavia paused and then added, "I suppose she could be off with a stallion, though I shudder at the thought."

Here Cadance raised an eyebrow. "You'd prefer she was off with another mare than a stallion?" she asked with a grin.

"Possibly, if only on principle," Octavia replied.

Cadance folded her arms now, smirking. "Explain."

Octavia rolled her eyes. "Ugh, stallions are just so... crude, I suppose. So big and horny and smelly, with their beards and their bellies and their chests and- Oh, of course their penises! So long and floppy, like some giant worm you're supposed to spread your legs for - or heaven forbid, suck on! And they're so uncouth, they don't understand the subtleties of any gesture, too busy gawking at a mare's breasts to pick up on any hints. And they're so horny! You can just see them pretending to listen to you, but really all they're thinking about is which position they'd want to take you in! And-" Octavia seemed to realize at last that she had gone on quite a rant, slightly embarrassed as she turned to see Cadance watching her with amusement. "Er, no offense of course, Your Highness."

"I am no stallion," Cadance pointed out, still amused.

"But you are married to one," Octavia pointed out. "I don't know how you do it."

Cadance tilted her head this way and that as she circled around Octavia, thinking on her response. "You're right about a lot of things. Stallions are certainly very physical creatures. It's not a taste I suppose every mare could acquire," she relented before smiling down at Octavia. "But they certainly have their appeals. After all, there's nothing that feels as natural for a mare's pleasure as big, meaty dick pounding you nice and hard."

Octavia blushed at Cadance's dirty language, pushing through her mild embarrassment to reply, "Assuming he knows what he's doing, or that he can even last long enough to be satisfying."

"Stallions can be taught," Cadance pointed out. "With a little practice, I'd wager not even a mare can compare."

"In my experience, hardly," Octavia scoffed.

"Oh? Have you ever been with a stallion?" Cadance asked, again letting her hand trace down Octavia's back in a familiar, intimate, electric way.

Octavia shuddered again but pushed down the sensation to answer. "Just one," she answered. "Another high-class stallion. He was... adequate in lovemaking, to say the least. But I couldn't see myself with another one."

"Adequate?" Cadance teased, again raising a disbelieving eyebrow.

"Yes," Octavia said incredulously. "I'll give you that; there is something exciting about lifting your tail and having a big, meaty... thing plunge into you without hesitation or remorse."

"So what happened?" Cadance cocked her head again.

"He wasn't much of a music lover," Octavia replied simply. Then, with her own little smile, she added, "Plus, he had a mustache. Kissing him felt like kissing some kind of rodent." She chuckled, shaking her head and said, "As much of a pain as Vinyl can be, I'd certainly prefer her to a stallion."

"Is that so?" Cadance said. Her hand slipped lower down Octavia's back, resting just above her hips as she said, "Because if I didn't know any better, I would say you missed it."

"I beg your pardon?" Octavia challenged back, wanting to squirm away from Cadance's touch but finding herself leaning into it instead.

"You heard me," Cadance said. "I know a lesbian when I see one, a mare who truly has no love for stallions or their stallion parts. But I also know when a mare protests just a bit too much. It's one thing to not be interested in stallions, but I think perhaps you may have overplayed your hand when it comes to penises." Here, Cadanced leaned down, whispering into Octavia's ear so close she could have nibbled on it. "I think you miss having a cock in you. I think part of the reason you're unhappy with your marefriend is that she's not giving you what you've been craving all along."

Finally, Octavia's shame and defiance overpowered Cadance's enticing touch as she pushed away from the princess. "Absolutely not!" she exclaimed, insulted. "I can assure you, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I am only attracted to mares. I don't miss stallions, and I certainly don't miss cocks!"

Cadance smirked back. "Have you heard that saying about the lady who protests too much?"

Octavia felt her face burning, no longer with embarrassment, but now with annoyance at this nosy princess. "And what would you know about my desires, hm?"

"I am the Princess of Love," Cadance pointed out. "I have a knack for these things. But if you're so certain that I'm wrong, then why don't you prove it?"

Octavia wasn't sure what Cadance was suggesting, and she faltered. "Prove what, exactly?"

Cadance moved on her again, stepping into her, placing a hand on Octavia's shoulder that was dangerously close to slipping down to her breast. Octavia's gaze darted around, wondering if anypony else was seeing this, Princess Cadance, hitting on her so aggressively like this. "Prove how much you love mares," Cadance replied simply, grinning down at Octavia. "If your marefriend is gone, I'm sure your suite for the evening is empty. You could show me just how wrong I am, and just how much you really love mares."

Octavia didn't know how to respond. She could hardly believe this was happening. "But what about Vinyl Scratch? And your husband no less!? If anypony were to catch us-"

"Then we'd better not get caught," Cadance teased, drawing a finger up Octavia's neck to trace along her lips while her other hand slipped lower, finally grabbing a handful of Octavia's pert little bottom beneath her black dress. She heard Octavia give a squeaking exhale at the hot shock of Cadance's touch. Cadance only felt her grin grow wider; she had Octavia right where she wanted her.

"I-I shouldn't... I couldn't!" the gray mare stammered, trying to resist, but Cadance could see her willpower already failing.

"If you say so..." Cadance threatened, beginning to pull away as her fingers traced over Octavia's form, threatening to break contact.

"Wait!" Octavia stopped her before Cadance had even taken a full step back. She couldn't look Cadance in the eye, but she managed to say, "I shouldn't, but... I didn't say I wouldn't..."

Cadance knew she had won this little battle. With a grin, she reached down to take Octavia's hand. "Then follow me. We'll turn this Gala around yet, I think."

Octavia just nodded numbly as Cadance led her out of the party, through the halls of Canterlot's palace. The south wing was where most of the Gala's esteemed guests had been invited to stay, and with Octavia's performance history for the Gala, she of course had been offered a suite for the evening. Cadance knew just where to go, her newest toy trailing behind her.

Cadance couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and excitement in her chest. After all, what Shining Armor didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? It had been a long time since she'd been with a mare, and already she could feel the tingles of anticipation running down her spine, making her nipples stiffen in her dress. Some ponies might have told her that such a flagrant act of infidelity was against everything the Princess of Love should stand for, but Cadance knew better. Cadance knew that love was a succulent fruit made to be bit into with a ravenous appetite. Physical love and emotional love were two facets of the same thing, each a seed that could ripen into the decadent fruit that was love. And she could sense how starving Octavia was for love, both the sensual love of a mare and the raw, powerful love of a stallion. Cadance was confident that by the end of the night, both of their ravenous appetites for love and pleasure would be completely fulfilled.

She watched Octavia fidget with the key to their suite, the gray mare still checking down the hall to see if anypony was witnessing her leading Cadance inside. Her nervousness was so cute, and only made Cadance's anticipation feel keener. When the door opened, Cadance practically pushed her inside the moonlit suite, the door closing behind them with a click of absolute finality.

The palace suites were very complete, more than any mere hotel room, with a living room set and the bedroom further back, all white marble and gilded furniture much like the palace and the Sun Princess herself. There was little time to appreciate them, though, as Cadance grabbed Octavia and pulled her into herself. There was no need for words or flirting or teasing. Shining Armor liked to play and joke around a bit, have his ego stroked before the main event, but Cadance always felt her appetite clawing out from her abdomen too strongly to be delayed. She needed her hunger sated now, and she grabbed a handful of Octavia's black mane as she pulled her into a firm, commanding kiss.

Octavia moaned back into Cadance's lips before melting in her arms. Cadance could detect moments of hesitation that became less and less frequent the more Cadance let her tongue play against Octavia's lips or slip out to meet hers. Now that things were heating up, the last of Octavia's resistance was putting up its last fight, but Cadance felt no such reservations. Maneuvering Octavia right where she wanted her, teasing her and prodding her until she finally let her walls come down and gave in was a thrill she couldn't resist. Shining Armor was the last thing on her mind right now. She was fully in the moment, engulfing Octavia with her hands and her lips, feeling her own body charged with the rush.

The two mares moved back, deeper into the suite with Cadance's guidance. Octavia's feet moved on their own, her focus more on taking what Cadance was giving. Like any good musician, Octavia seemed to respond to the rhythm Cadance was giving her, following her lead like any good dance partner. Cadance gripped more tightly onto her mane, and Octavia's fingers dug into the base of Cadance's wings. Cadance groped Octavia's breast with a lustful squeeze, and Octavia let her palm slide down Cadance's chest before stroking the princess's breast herself. Cadance pushed into her, and Octavia ground her own body back. The dance had only just begun, but Cadance had firmly established the lead.

By the time they reached the bed, falling back onto it was natural. Octavia let herself be pushed while Cadance mounted the mattress, stalking like a predator overtop her. Without movement to worry about, Cadance could get the action started properly. Her hands and horn worked in tandem, yanking and tugging at Octavia's garments this way and that to free the gray mare's body from beneath. Her hands slid the straps of the dress down while her magic undid the clasps of her bra until Octavia's full breasts and pert nipples were exposed to the air with a gasp. As Cadance began the next task, Octavia wasn't about to allow herself to be a passive object. Her own appetite was ignited, hungry for a partner who might be able to give her the deeper satisfaction she'd been craving, and her own hands grasped for Cadance's body, reaching beneath the neckline to cup the princess's petite breasts and stroke her thumb over the hard nipple. Cadance merely shrugged the dress off her thin form while her magic seized Octavia's dress and her hands reached up to grasp at the mare's underwear. All at once, dress and panties came off leaving Octavia naked to the night and breathless already.

Octavia shivered, both from the sudden caress of the cool air against her bare coat, but also from the rush of exposure at last. Cadance did likewise, sitting up over Octavia as she discarded her garments, giving them each a moment to admire the other's body. In many ways, Octavia's body was what most would consider ideal, with perky breasts, gentle curves, elegant and lovely in every way. Meanwhile, Cadance was much slimmer, and some might even say scrawny. Her slender limbs were long and graceful, hardly an ounce of fat on her, and that translated to her belly and her breasts, two soft mounds beneath her ladylike shoulders, her nipples pronounced against her body. Even her labia, where Octavia's showed some softness, were slender and tucked away, accented by the heart-shaped patch she had trimmed out of her purple pubes above her folds. She looked as if she could be a model, the perfect image of a dainty Princess. Yet the look in her eyes was anything but demure as she gazed down at Octavia.

Cadance lunged forward, her body landing against Octavia's as she went back on the attack, their breasts pressing together and nipples sliding past each other with renewed heat. As Cadance pushed her tongue back into Octavia's mouth, she pushed her fingers into Octavia's vulva, feeling the pulsing warmth beneath her folds, her slender fingers finding wetness between them. She traced and teased around the edges of that tender flesh, sliding her digits up the slot and just beginning to circle around that sweet bud. As she did, Octavia reciprocated, reaching her own hand up as Cadance made out with her to press into the princess's nethers. The wetness there was copious, staining Octavia's fingers as her palm pressed against the soft heart of pubes above. Cadance sucked on Octavia's tongue hotly, as if attempting to pull her into her, before it seemed her beckoning worked a little too well, and Cadance gasped as she felt Octavia's fingers push inside of her, her moist entrance spreading slick and hot as Octavia started to finger her.

Cadance was not one to be outdone. She sat up a little more, one hand braced against Octavia's shoulders while her other hand narrowed in on Octavia's clitoris with tightening strokes, working the gray mare's back into a gasping arch before she shoved her middle digits inside. Both mares moaned into each other's touch, Octavia reaching up to grope Cadance's breasts and stroke her nipples while their fingers dragged along the inside of their respective passages. Their hips moved in sync with the others motions, bucking into each other's touch as the feminine moans rose higher and higher toward the ceiling.

A little sweat was already beading on the mares' foreheads as the ground into each other's grip. Octavia continued her beckoning strokes inside Cadance's sopping wet pussy while reaching up to press against her clitoris with a thumb. Cadance shuddered at the electric sensations, the lightning tension building up deep in her core as she gave back as good as she got. She abandoned the stroking motions and settled on merely pumping her fingers deep into Octavia's pussy, her digits squelching as Octavia's body rocked slightly with the motions. As Cadance felt her own peak slowly creeping up on her, she picked up her own pace, building steadily from a firm pumping, to hard fucking, to a rapid fingerblasting. Octavia's breaths came faster and faster in response, until she was whimpering into Cadance's touch, doing her best to keep up with the Princess of Love.

"Ohhh, Celestia!" Octavia wailed out as Cadance's fingers schlicked deep and fast inside her tight cunt. It wasn't enough to distract her from her mutual goal, her soft fingers clawing deep at Cadance's pussy, rubbing into her G-spot to bring the other mare down with her.

"Cum for me," Cadance huffed. Her head toss back with a hiss as Octavia's other hand pinched her nipple hard, and Cadance leaned back, gripping Octavia's palm against her tit firmly, squeezing as the two mares felt the spring coiling tighter and tighter within them, on the precipice of an incredible climax.

"Ah! Ah! Ahhh!" Octavia cried out before her own back arched one last time, Cadance's pumping hand taking her over the edge. While she writhed in mind-blowing ecstasy, she withdrew her fingers to attack Cadance's clitoris, stroking with a rapid side-to-side flicking that Cadance couldn't possibly resist.

Doubling over, Cadance felt her own spark ignite into a wildfire, her breath and voice forced out of her as orgasm flooded her from her core all the way to her trembling hands and feet. "Oh, fuck! Yes!" she gasped, collapsing down with Octavia as the two mares shuddered and writhed in mutual climax one after other, leaving their chests heaving with hard nipples and breathless gasps.

When Cadance's vision cleared from its haze, she was lying on her belly, and saw Octavia lying on her back next to her, looking at her. Cadance flashed her teeth, cocky as she said, "Feeling better?"

Octavia nodded. "Much. Heavens, it feels like it's been ages since I've done it properly with a mare. Vinyl can be so uncouth, so crude in bed..." For a moment, her gaze drifted wistfully into the middle distance before it snapped back to Cadance with her own challenging look. "But if all of this was simply to get me to prove my point, then I suppose there's your proof."

"Which was?" Cadance replied.

"That I'm not attracted to stallions, or penises of course," Octavia said.

Cadance merely raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You think so?"

"I'm not sure how I could make it any clearer," Octavia answered. "Unless you'd like to do that again," she added with a smile of her own.

"Did you really think this would be over so soon?" Cadance raised her.

"I'd say that's just another reason why mares make better lovers. We don't have to stop just because one of us got too excited," Octavia said, reaching out to trace her finger over Cadance's nipple.

"Oh?" was Cadance's simple reply. She pulled herself up to her knees, sitting beside Octavia, gazing down at her with the same confidence she'd held all night, as if the two were playing a game that she'd already won.

That look confused and irritated Octavia. She sat up on her elbows, her playful smile turning to a glance of annoyance. "I don't see why you're so dedicated to vouching on behalf of stallions and their equipment. I'd wager that it was because you think very highly of your husband, but if that were true, then you wouldn't have seduced me like this. So what, I must ask, is the point of all this talk? Just stop talking about stallions for five seconds when you're in bed with another mare!" she insisted.

But Cadance's eyes just lingered on her, her expression unchanged. "The point? Why don't I show you?" Cadance said.

The princess's horn lit up with her blue glow, still fixing Octavia firmly in her gaze while she cast her spell. Octavia watched with a perplexed expression as the aura began to envelop Cadance's body. Octavia seemed entirely puzzled, even as that magic began to gather and manifest between Cadance's slim thighs. It grew longer, more shapely, curving up from her form in a familiar appendage that Octavia seemed to realize only moments before it appeared in full.

Cadance released her spell, and when she did, she now possessed a long, regal penis, fully erect and oozing copious precum, set above a pair of tight, plump pink balls and accessorized perfectly by the little heart-shaped patch of pubes above. Octavia's eyes widened in disbelief.

"H-How did you...?" she stammered, utterly dumbfounded.

"I'm the Princess of Love, remember?" Cadance replied. "If there's a spell for love or lovemaking, I've mastered it. Giving myself a penis is easy," she said, almost chuckling. "I tried not to make it too big for you. But I suppose I've always been a bit of a size queen. I couldn't help but make it at least pretty big."

Octavia just stared, open-mouthed, at what she had just witnessed. Cadance could tell she was still processing all of this. Spells like this weren't the kind of thing an average unicorn mare could do when she wanted to take her pegging game to the next level. Most ponies probably didn't think spells like this existed. That only made Octavia's shock all the sweeter, but Cadance was wise to her. Her protests had all completely fallen away, and in their wake, Cadance now spotted in the glow of her lavender eyes that gleam of awe, and the faintest glint of real, instinctive desire.

So Cadance lit up her horn again, gently taking Octavia by the chin, who reacted to try and weakly pull away just a little too late as Cadance guided her forward. "I think it's time you put your money where your mouth is," Cadance said, looking very pleased with herself over her little pun. But then the playfulness fell away. She could feel the stiffness in her aching dick, her wet folds now replaced with a much more external arousal that needed to be satisfied. Reaching out to pinch Octavia's chin in her hands, she stared down into the gray mare's eyes and issued her decree: "Suck my dick."

There was a moment of hesitation, but Cadance knew that Octavia only wanted not to seem too eager. Her glance turned toward her penis, that grand, twitching, oozing shaft rising above her, its flare pulsing gently as more pearly precum dribbled down the underside, glinting in the dim light of the dark room. Cadance wasn't giving her much of a choice, but Octavia didn't even attempt to refuse. With her eyes lidding slightly, she pushed herself the rest of the way, pressing her muzzle toward Cadance's cock.

Cadance was still perched on her knees, sitting up and presenting her crotch for Octavia to crawl toward, supplicant beneath her. Octavia reached up to grip at the base of Cadance's penis as if it was her royal scepter, her touch ginger when she felt the stiffness of it, the heat, even the light hint of musk that rolled off of Cadance's new balls, possessing both a feminine sweetness to it but with that pungent tang beneath it that was entirely male. Wordlessly, Octavia allowed herself to close the gap, closing her eyes as she pressed her lips to the underside of Cadance's cock, kissing at the spot where her ballsack met her cock, exhaling at the meaty throb she felt pulse against her palm and muzzle.

More kisses followed, slowly trailing upward, and Cadance encouraged her. She placed a hand on Octavia's mane, letting her palm slide down to her cheek as Octavia scaled the length, over the ridge of Cadance's mid-ring and the grand stretch of shaft that led up to the hot flare. Octavia even collected some of the precum that leaked on her tongue, noting the salty but somewhat sweeter flavor than she was used to while her palm traced up the generous curve of Cadance's stallionhood. All the while, Cadance watched with satisfaction, letting Octavia take her time, but just as before, she wouldn't delay her satisfaction for long.

When Octavia reached the tip, she did hesitate. Again, Cadance reached out to stroke her raven mane. She encouraged her with a firm prompt, "Go on." Her tone left no doubt that she wouldn't ask again.

Cadance watched the way Octavia's muzzle seemed to tremble as she parted her lips, her eyes dropping from Cadance's imposing, dominant glance above her down to the cock she was about to suck. Cadance couldn't be sure if it was her authority, the relative femininity of her junk, or Octavia's latent desire that broke her, but she didn't refuse Cadance's request. Gently at first, but then with a decisive push, Octavia licked the tip of Cadance's dick once, twice, before finally opening her mouth and plunging the head inside.

"Ohhh," both mares moaned, Cadance freely, pushing Octavia's head lower while Octavia's moan was stifled by the pink meat stuffing her muzzle. The moment Cadance felt those velvety lips close around her prick, she felt a wave of satisfaction rush down her shaft and through her body. She didn't use this spell often, but every time she did, she was always caught off guard by how different it felt, how immediate the needs and lust of a penis were. The horniness she felt in her natural body was a sort of mania, a pressure building up through her entire form that had to be released lest it explode, but a penis was entirely different. It was an appetite, her erection a hunger, an instinct that needed to be fulfilled. It was hard not to understand why stallions were like that when she felt that keen thrill rush through her at the sight of a pretty mare thoroughly sucking her cock.

Once Octavia tasted it, that sweet flesh on her tongue and that tangy nectar spreading across her palate, her resolve to prove whatever point she was trying to make earlier quickly began to fade. After she started blowing Cadance, she wanted just a little more, pushing herself just a little deeper, going for more and more, feeling that stretch in her jaw and threatening at her throat until she reached Cadance's mid-ring as a natural stopping point, teasing the ridge of flesh with her lips closing around it, making the princess shudder as she pulled up and away. Cadance could tell that perhaps she was a little rusty, and no doubt hadn't done this in quite some time given her words earlier, but her body seemed to remember what to do fondly. Soon, Octavia was bobbing her head, twisting and sucking with some satisfaction herself, humming in her throat as she took as much of Cadance's cock as she could and loving every inch.

Cadance sighed at the sensation. Those perfect, pretty lips plunging down the length of her dick, taking the curve with reverence and even twisting, drooling a little at the corners of her mouth was all too enticing a sight. She could feel her shaft twinge, glowing with pleasure, her flare pulsing at the way Octavia's tongue flicked around the edges and the underside while her hands gripped at the base and pumped gently in time with her generous cocksucking. Cadance just gripped Octavia's mane ever so slightly tighter, pressing her for just a little more.

"Yeah...." Cadance exhaled at the tingles of pleasure she could feel racing from the tip of her cock all the way down to the roots of her balls. "You missed that, didn't you?" she teased. Octavia didn't quite seem pleased, opening her eyes to try and give a defiant look to Cadance, but she didn't dare release her cock, bobbing more, each stroke yielding the slightest hum of delight from her throat. Cadance decided to give back to her, pumping her hips ever so slightly in time with Octavia's plunges and twists, giving the mare that much more to suck on.

Octavia seemed to relish it, her lips pursing tighter around Cadance's meat, the drool starting to leak with her precum as her tongue swirled around Cadance's flare. It had been far too long since Cadance had felt this particular pleasure, and she could feel the pinnacle of it approaching. It wasn't the pressurized, tight buildup in her gut, but rather a steely power in her new loins, growing harder, pulsing faster as she grew more lightheaded, a cliff she was preparing to go over the edge of than a fuse drawing closer to the explosive.

The moment was approaching quickly, and Octavia seemed to know intuitively. As she blew Cadance firmly, almost lovingly, she let the one hand holding the base of her cock still drop lower, gripping Cadance's balls in her palm as her fingers began to stroke and fondle them while her other hand stroked and pumped in rhythm with Cadance's thrusts and her own mouth. That got a reaction out of the princess.

"Ohh, fuck!" Cadance gasped. In some ways, penis orgasms weren't as intense, didn't quite give her the same tingle all the way to her nipples as the one she felt coming up now, but in other ways they were a lot more to deal with. There was so much more flesh to pleasure, and even if no one sensation was as sharp, feeling her entire package stroked and sucked from the tip of her cock, all the way down the length of her shaft, and down to her full, aching balls was a novel delight that brought her to the edge of the cliff quickly. Cadance gripped Octavia's mane tighter, bucked her hips a little faster, her breaths forced out of her chest faster until she felt that telltale burn at the underside of her flare, those overpowering pulses, that ecstatic feeling of knowing there was no going back. "Ohh! Ohh! I'm cumming!" she gasped in utter delight.

She pressed Octavia down to receive her royal gift, and Octavia didn't fight her, knowing well what her role was. She clamped her eyes shut, preparing to taste her first load of semen in years, and Cadance's balls were more than ready to give it to her. With a strangled cry, Cadance came, and a torrent of princessly jizz came with it, flooding Octavia's mouth as Cadance moaned loud and Octavia grunted with her own satisfaction to swallow it. It was hard to know if Cadance's flavor was merely better than most stallions, or if she'd missed it far more than she realized, but Octavia gulped down every drop, her expression of hardened concentration softening to one of almost gratitude as the ropes of cum traveled down her neck one by one. Cadance could only shudder and fight for breath as her body seized with delight. The orgasm was very different, but just like the act of receiving a blowjob, there was a distinct, masculine pleasure to the act of cumming with a penis, of blasting a load of sticky essence all over something, or watching that same pretty mare swallow it all as if it was a gift to her.

When Cadance was finished, her shaft hardly softened, and Octavia released Cadance from her muzzle, gasping for breath. Octavia's body was showing its own signs of intense arousal, her dark nipples as hard as could be, and her thighs were stained with her own sticky juices. "That..." Octavia started, but she couldn't gather her thoughts enough to finish the sentence. Cadance could tell her mind was torn; she had just sucked a dick, and she liked it a lot more than she was wiling to admit.

"Good, right?" Cadance teased her again.

Octavia looked at her as she leaned back, trying futilely to organize her mind. "I... I don't..." she stammered. But then she settled on a thread and added, "It doesn't matter. I'm more than needing of more, so you'll have to get rid of all that if we're going to continue," she said, seeming to think she had successfully avoided the issue at hand.

But Cadance, as always, was entirely nonplussed, in control of the situation. "You think I'm like other stallions?" she said. "Blowing my wad and not thinking about satisfying the mare in front of me? Tsk tsk, Octavia. I thought you would have learned who I am by now."

Octavia watched as Cadance's horn flared up, and in a much simpler spell, enveloped her half-hard prick before it quickly began to pulse to life. Cadance hissed at the sensation; the forced hardness was always a little painful at first, but with the rush of libido that came with it, it always ended on a satisfying note, a renewed appetite with a buffet laid out before her. Again, Octavia's eyes could only bulge with surprise.

Cadance merely waggled her hips, letting her newly-refreshed erection wave in front of her. Octavia didn't seem to know how to respond. So Cadance was more than happy to tell her how it was. "When are you going to stop kidding yourself, Octavia?" she said with a hint of a laugh in her voice.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," Octavia said, backing away to the edge of the bed.

But Cadance pursued her, crawling toward her until she was at the very end of the mattress, pressing her face toward her, her big, hard dick swaying beneath her, matching her confident smirk. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You might have forgotten, or you might have pushed it aside for the sake of your marefriend, but you can't hide from me. I'm the Princess of Love, after all." Cadance was just about done asking, the spell making her cock all the harder, her appetite all the stronger. She pressed forward, and Octavia stepped off the bed, a leg hitting the floor to catch herself, and Cadance seized on the opportunity.

With a strength that none would have expected from such a slim mare, Cadance swept Octavia off the bed and drove her back into the far wall with a thud. Octavia gasped when her back hit the hard surface, her shoulders gripped in Cadance's sturdy grasp despite her soft palms, her wings flared out regally behind her. Cadance hardly had to say anything, glowering overtop Octavia, pinning her down at last in so many ways.

"Fuck me," Octavia said, her gaze and voice a mix of deep need and lingering steel.

Cadance just nodded. She grabbed Octavia's head and pushed her into a kiss with one hand, the most passionate and wild yet, tongues completely unrestrained and searching for each other's throats. Chests pressed together, with breasts and nipples grinding against each other. When Cadance reached her other hand down for Octavia's soft thigh, the other mare's weight had already shifted to raise her leg up into Cadance's grip.

With a thrust forward, Cadance's flare found the exterior of Octavia's sweet, hot labia, her pussy wet and begging for it. Another thrust and a sharp gasp from the two mares, and she was inside with a delicious, hot squelch, burying half her length inside of the other mare in a single plunge.

"Oh, Celestia!" Octavia's cry was the loudest yet as she surrendered completely to Cadance, throwing her arms around the taller mare's shoulders and hanging on her. Cadance bore the weight easily, crouching lower to get her hips on the same level as Octavia's, and giving it another thrust to sink the last of her dick into Octavia's tight passage. Cadance hissed at the pleasure of it; Octavia hadn't been filled like this in who knew how long, and Cadance could only imagine the squeeze was just as satisfying as a virgin clenching down on her cock, taking her all the way to the hilt with a desperate need.

For Cadance, it was a simple thing to release Octavia from the kiss and reach down with her other hand. She grabbed Octavia's other thigh and simply scooped her up, adjusting her grip to hold the gray mare near the butt and taking her feet off the floor completely, braced between the wall and Cadance's supernatural strength as a princess. With all the power and control in the world, all Cadance had left to do was to fuck her.

The thrusts came hard and fast, no need to be gentle. She pounded Octavia into the wall, letting her feel every inch of her cock slamming into her, splitting her folds in two, the wall rattling with the sounds of slapping flesh, wet squelches, and gasping, moaning mares in the throes of ecstasy. Cadance relished every buck of her hips up into this tight, hot mare. This was the true power, the rush of hot, animalistic lovemaking that she had always craved, even since she was a young filly exploring her own burgeoning desires. There was little sweeter than raw, unfiltered passion. Romantic gestures were sweet, and the abiding love of a committed mate was a rare treat, but there was nothing that had the drug-like, intense rush like the taste of deep-seated, mutual, physical love; two ponies fucking each other's brains out, unable to get enough, savoring every thrust and moan. Cadance felt that high flood through her, her eyes fluttering as her hips pounded and her grip on Octavia's ass tightened. She'd been chasing it all night, pursuing her prey like a skilled hunter, and now she had her right where she wanted her, and for this brief moment in time, she could relish the thrill of the capture.

And she fully intended to. She leaned forward, her nibble of Octavia's ear more like a bite that made Octavia gasp in another surge of electric delight as she was utterly plowed by Cadance's hard cock. "Say it," Cadance demanded hotly.

"I..." Octavia replied, but Cadance knew there was no uncertainty about what she wanted.

Cadance fucked her harder, letting the curve of her cock do its work as it dragged along Octavia's inner folds, grinding her little patch of pubes into Octavia's clitoris, even letting her balls slap against her asscheeks with every one of her rough, driving thrusts into her. "You can't lie to the Princess of Love," Cadance exhaled with another love bite against Octavia's neck. "Say it."

"I...-" Octavia began again. But as Cadance spread her thighs apart even wider, giving her more room to plunge to a previously unknown depth, Octavia pitched forward, unable to handle the overwhelming sensation, and Cadance's cock forced the confession out of her. "I missed this!" she wailed. Cadance could already feel Octavia's orgasm building deep within her, the words being the last dam of resistance to finally burst. "I missed having a cock in me! I forgot how amazing it is to be fucked properly! Nothing could ever compare!"

That rush of pure, raw, hot love flooded Cadance like a sweet orgasm of its own, the two mare's bodies rattling themselves as Cadance pounded her harder into the wall, knowing that her own climax wasn't far behind at this rate. "I know," she moaned back. "I knew since the moment I looked at you. It's not that Vinyl isn't your type. It's that you love dick too much to really be with a mare, don't you?"

"I do!" Octavia wailed. The layers of denial peeled away, the physical intensity matched by the emotional intensity, each slam of Cadance's cock to the deepest parts of her core a new revelation she'd been hiding from. "I love dick! I love dick so much! I love sucking cock! I love getting fucked! Oh, fuck me, Cadance! Cum in me! Please!"

Cadance's timing was rarely off. As Octavia tumbled over the edge, her toes curling as her fingers dug in tight as could be into Cadance's back, she let out a gasping cry that no doubt echoed out into the hall. "Ohh, I'm cumming! Yes, I'm cumming!" Octavia wailed, but Cadance was right with her. At the moment Octavia went over the edge, Cadance felt her own pleasure building up in her shaft, fueled by the feast of love before her, love for her very own cock no less. She pushed Octavia into the throes of white-hot climax by shoving herself to the hilt at last, rapture seizing Cadance at the peak of pure satisfaction, the kill made, the hunt complete, and only glory awaiting.

"Fuck, yes! Yes!" Cadance gasped as she felt her cock pulse, her balls clench, and a torrent of seed gushed into Octavia's cunt, filing her and drooling out below in a slow ooze even as Cadance kept pumping it into her. It was utterly perfect, Cadance blinded by the ecstasy of it, but feeling everything, Octavia's body squeezing and writhing, from her toes kicking at her hips to her fingers grabbing handfuls of feathers from her flared wings, nipples dancing against nipples, and each pulse of her cock feeding Octavia's needy pussy another blast of hot, steaming jizz.

When it was finally over, Cadance felt her body relax at last, gently releasing Octavia to let her slump to the floor in a stupor. Nothing needed to be said. The moment had been heavy, but that had only made it more thrilling, more satisfying. Surely neither would ever forget it.

When Octavia came to, she saw Cadance already back in her dress, her foot propped up on the bed and her penis gone, sliding her panties back up her slender calf. "W...Wait," she said weakly, reaching out even though the gray mare was still lying in a heap against the wall, her thighs tingling and spread as cum oozed out of her pussy onto the tile floor.

"I'd love to stay, but I'm afraid I can't," Cadance said, already heading for the door. "Vinyl Scratch could walk through the door at any minute. And of course, I still have a husband to find. He's probably just starting to wonder where I've been all this time. Wouldn't want him to worry, would I?" she said with a wink.

Octavia just looked up at the princess, again dumbfounded. "But..."

Cadance was leaving, her heels clicking on the floor, but she turned her head over her shoulder to reply, "We can talk about it more later, if you want. Or do this again if you're feeling naughty." Again, that naughty smile graced Cadance's lips. "Just promise not to tell my husband."

Weakly, Octavia just nodded. "Okay..."

Cadance made for the door, as immaculate as when she started. "I'd try to clean yourself up when you can. I'm sure you and Vinyl will have a lot to talk about in the morning." And with that, Octavia heard the door of her suite click as Cadance returned to the Gala and to her husband, no pony the wiser.