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                       Homewreckers                        
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                     Dropping his Beat                     
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Dropping his Beat
The Grand Galloping Gala! The fashion! The luxury! The fine dining and music! It was the event of the year for anypony who was anypony.
And Vinyl Scratch would rather be anywhere else.
"So this is what makes all the fancy ponies get their laces in a twist?" she said, lowering her bright purple shades to take it all in. To other ponies, the massive chandelier, ice sculptures, tiny hors d'oeuvres, and string ensemble would have dazzled them with the expensive luxury of it all, but Vinyl Scratch was not one of those ponies. She grimaced as a pegasus walked by, her shimmery dress having so many layers that it shuffled against itself loudly as she walked past, and the glare of the countless gems sewn into the seams nearly blinded Vinyl. She replaced her shades against the gleam to give an incredulous look to Octavia. "I didn't know rich ponies had the same taste in parties as my grandma."
The gray mare just rolled her eyes, dressed in her own elegant, yet much more subtle black dress. "Just because it's different doesn't mean it's less fun. Some ponies like going to parties and leaving with their eardrums intact, or without being covered in... bodily fluids."
Now it was Vinyl's turn to roll her eyes. "I know it might be hard to believe, but just because stallions are messy doesn't mean there's anything wrong with their dicks. Getting jizzed on is kind of like a compliment, ya know? It's just a dude's way of letting you know he likes you." she said with a shrug.
Octavia shuddered in horror. "I have no idea why I'm dating you," she grumbled.
"Because you're a huge lesbian and I've got great tits?" Vinyl replied with a grin, grabbing at her own bust beneath her tuxedo for emphasis.
Octavia was not impressed. "When you act like half the stallions I used to date, I begin to wonder if the problem was the stallions, or if perhaps the problem is dating altogether."
Vinyl groaned. "Oh, come on. This party is going to be such a drag already, can't you try to be any fun?"
Mustering as much patience as she could, Octavia replied, "It's not a 'party,' Vinyl, it's the Grand Galloping Gala. It's an event for those with sophisticated tastes to enjoy sophisticated pleasures. You could have at least worn a dress!" she hissed.
Vinyl looked down at her black suit. "Hey, this is formal wear! And I thought you liked butch mares!" she said, pointing to the little black tie around her neck. Cocking her head at Octavia she said, "Besides, isn't this almost the exact same thing you always wear to these things?"
"When I'm performing, maybe," Octavia replied. "But the honor was given to a string quintet from San Prancisco this year, which means this is one of the few years I can actually just attend. So can you please just try to be a normal pony for once and not embarrass me by, I don't know, striking up a conversation with some noblemare about the oppression of dresses, or getting 'jazzed' on?"'
Vinyl just grinned. "Definitely not what it's called."
Octavia just gave an exasperated groan as she headed off toward the punch table.
Vinyl Scratch just stared after her. "Hey! What did I say?" she said, following in her marefriend's wake.
The night was already off to a rocky start, and it took Octavia three separate attempts at begging to convince Vinyl Scratch to go out to the dance floor with her. However, that proved to be another mistake, as Vinyl was completely unfamiliar with any classical dances, utterly failing at the waltz, the tango, and the quadrille.
"You're stepping on my shoes again," Octavia growled at her, holding Vinyl's hand as the other mare held her waist, desperately fighting to wrest the lead away from her.
Vinyl looked down, her shades resting on her head above her horn, trying to watch the steps. "Just gimme a minute here, okay? This is harder than it looks."
"Look at me! It's easier if you stop looking at your feet the whole time like a foal!" Octavia hissed.
Mercifully, the song ended, and Vinyl said, "Maybe these grandma dances just aren't my thing, you know? I need to be able to feel the rhythm!" she said, bouncing along with an imaginary beat.
"There is a rhythm, if you can count," Octavia grumbled, but then sighed. "But you're right. Let's just... I don't know," she said, coming up empty.
Vinyl felt a pang of sympathy, knowing that she was ruining her marefriend's special night. "Look, I'm sorry I'm no good at these things, okay? You really didn't have to bring me just because we're a thing. If you just want to go off on your own, dance with some other ponies, and enjoy the music with the fancy pantses, my feelings won't get hurt. Promise."
Octavia gave a muted look up at Vinyl. "It's worth considering," she said. "But Fancy Pants has horrible taste in music."
Vinyl rolled her eyes. "I should have known there was some dude named that at a shindig like this."
"I just... I wouldn't want you to feel like I don't want you with me, by my side," Octavia said, pleading with Vinyl. "This relationship has been going well for the most part. I was worried our differences would come between us, and I hoped tonight would prove they wouldn't."
"C'mon," Vinyl pleaded back. "Just because tonight sucks doesn't mean our whole thing is bad."
Octavia considered her point. "I do like composing with you," she offered. "And you're a much cleaner roommate than I would have expected."
"And the sex is pretty wild, right?" Vinyl said, elbowing her marefriend.
Octavia just scoffed, once again not impressed. "Maybe we should enjoy ourselves separately tonight."
Vinyl felt a little bad, but mostly relieved to know she was off the hook for the rest of the Gala. "Yeah, no problem. You go and chat up the cellist. With a mustache like that I'm sure you guys could talk about Braythoven for hours."
After a beat of consideration, Octavia turned back to Vinyl and said, "And what about you? You're just going to sit here, bored until sunrise?"
Vinyl wasn't sure how she was going to answer that until she scanned the ballroom and another pony caught her eyes. She lowered her shades again to scope him out, a unicorn stallion. He was tall, with a sapphire mane much like her own and similarly intense eyes. There were lots of tall, well-dressed stallions in the room, but this one stood out for being broad-shouldered, barrel-chested, and handsome like a model. Plus, he was dressed in a sharp red military uniform, the type an officer might wear. This wasn't some cheese-tasting ponce; this was a fighting stallion who knew how to handle himself, and could probably handle a mare damn well too.
After a moment of dumb staring, Vinyl just pointed at the stallion. "Who's that?"
Octavia looked utterly stunned. "That's Prince Shining Armor? Formerly Captain Shining Armor?" she said, as if it was entirely obvious. Then she explained why, "You were the DJ for his wedding reception!?"
"Oh! Yeah," Vinyl said with a laugh. "Man, after the changelings and all of that, I got so high on salt licks that night, I don't remember any of it!" But at the mention of his wedding, Vinyl did now realize that the hunky stallion was indeed standing next to a mare. A tall, pink, elegant, slender alicorn mare in an impossibly beautiful pink and blue dress. "Oh damn, he really is a Prince, huh?"
"What about him?" Octavia asked, sounding tired at Vinyl's scatterbrain.
But Vinyl could already feel the beginnings of tension in her gut. Some of the memories surrounding the wedding were coming back. She remembered Shining Armor hiring her for the reception at least, and talking with him about the setlist. She thought he was handsome back then too, but he didn't have a ring on his finger or his wife at his side then. And those tiny details now made him infinitely more appealing.
Vinyl Scratch lived for thrills. Loud music was just the start. Booze and drugs were always fun, and her favorite parties were the ones that started out loose and fun, but by the end of the night might better be described as "orgies." But there were some taboos that ranked higher than others, and one in particular that made her blood pump just thinking about it. It was one thing to fuck a stallion. It was another thing entirely to fuck a married stallion. A normal stallion would just pound her and call it a night. But when that stallion had a wife back home who was none the wiser, there was a desperation there, a heat that couldn't be matched. To feel how pent-up and unsatisfied he was, to know that she was better than his wife in every way imaginable, to see the thrill of breaking the ultimate taboo in his own eyes as he threw his better judgment aside with as little regard as he did his own wife... It was a temptation Vinyl Scratch knew she couldn't resist.
But she did try. Shining Armor wasn't just some Joe Nopony. He was as high-profile as they came. Getting caught would be a national scandal rather than a simple divorce filing. Whatever sensibility Vinyl possessed told her not to do it. But his status, and Princess Cadance's beauty, only made the forbidden fruit look sweeter. Besides, he'd probably reject her anyway, with how pretty his wife was and how much he had to lose.
Finally, Vinyl Scratch managed to open her mouth and answer her marefriend's question. "I just thought he looked familiar," she said casually. "He was the one that hired me, and we talked a bit at the reception. Maybe I'll go catch up with him while you talk about bowing techniques?"
Octavia didn't seem to suspect anything, having finally received a suggestion for the night that seemed reasonable. "Well... fine. As long as you won't be bored all night," she said.
"I don't think that'll be a problem," Vinyl replied, staring off at Shining.
With a squeeze of Vinyl's hand, Octavia left to go converse with the quintet while they were on break, leaving Vinyl Scratch to watch Shining Armor, looking for her opportunity. For a moment, she thought he noticed her, as he and his wife looked in her direction for a moment. But then that moment passed, Cadance kissed him on the cheek, and headed off toward the other side of the ballroom while Shining Armor headed toward the punch table.
Jackpot!
Vinyl Scratch knew this was her chance, and hurried over to the punch bowl to try and meet him at the same time. The two reached their white hands out for adjacent glasses at the same time, and Vinyl's opportunity had arrived.
"Hey!" she said to him in the voice of heavy recognition. "Shining Armor! Man, it's been a while!"
Shining Armor's eyes lit up to talk to somepony who knew him as he turned to look down at Vinyl, recognizing her. "Oh, hey! I didn't think I'd see you here," he said.
"Normally you'd be right," Vinyl said as she sipped her punch. "But my marefriend dragged me here, and this is definitely her crowd."
"I hear that," Shining Armor replied with a sympathetic nod. "Cadance loves getting all dressed up for stuff like this, but I never know how to fit in around here."
"Oh, I know!" Vinyl agreed. "You'd think these ponies had never been to a party before!"
With a chuckle, Shining replied, "Tell me about it. I'm used to the guard barracks, and things got pretty rowdy in there. Without anypony pounding back cold ones or streaking across the courtyard, I'm totally lost."
Vinyl's eyes lit up, hearing that Shining Armor had a wild streak that his high rank in Canterlot belied. "You guys used to streak, huh?"
Leaning casually against the table, Shining Armor sipped his own punch, a smile on his lips as his eyes traveled back to fond memories. "Oh yeah. Part of the initiation rituals for the new guards and all. The lieutenants made you a cadet if you were the last one in your unit run back inside. So you can imagine how I managed to get the attention of the higher-ups and make it to Captain," he said with a wink.
It took a moment for Vinyl to shake off the image of this hunky, confident stallion taking a naked jog through the Canterlot gardens without a hint of shame. "Gotta admire a stallion with a nice big pair of balls on him," Vinyl praised, trying not to be too obvious about her flirting.
Shining Armor seemed to soak up the praise, but he replied, "Is that so? I thought you were with a mare."
"I am now, but I'm not a lesbian," Vinyl clarified. "Bisexual, baby. I swing both ways."
"That makes you quite the commodity," Shining commented. "You ever miss stallions?" he asked.
Vinyl wondered who was supposed to be flirting with whom here, but perhaps she had a better shot with Shining Armor than she thought. She decided to turn up the heat a little and see how Shining reacted. "Well... since Octi's not within earshot... Definitely," she answered mischievously. "Fooling around in bed with a mare is nice and all. You can go as long as you want, and stop when you're done, but..." she shot a look up at Shining Armor before finishing the thought. "There's nothing like getting bent over and pounded by a real stud who knows what he wants."
The bold talk barely fazed Shining Armor. "Careful, you'll give Lady Lacybritches a heart attack," he quipped back.
Probing deeper, Vinyl asked, "What about you? Married life everything you thought it would be? Your little wifey cook you breakfast every morning and suck you off every night?"
Again, Shining Armor didn't resist Vinyl's boundary pushing. "Hardly," he said with a little eye roll that spoke volumes. A little grin was still on the corner of his muzzle, but he explained, "Cadance is the Princess of Love, not the Princess of putting out. The honeymoon was nice, but..."
"...But you're a stallion, and she's a mare," Vinyl finished for him. "You want it all the time, and she wants it some of the time."
"I can't blame her," Shining replied. "She is a Princess, after all. She's busy. That's just married life."
Vinyl Scratch just blurted out her response without thinking. "Well if I married you, I'd milk your cock so hard we could start a dairy farm."
Shining Armor's eyes widened in mute surprise, but he didn't falter. Then, his expression shifted to a devilishly handsome grin. "You're kind of a slut, aren't you?" he said in a low purr, leaning down over her.
That voice made Vinyl's spine tingle and her nipples get hard. But looking up at him and matching his grin, she replied, "Why don't we get out of here and you could see for yourself? I'd let you do whatever you wanted, especially all the stuff your wife would never let you do to her. That's the stuff I like the most," she said, tracing a finger down Shining Armor's chest seductively.
The mention of Cadance made Shining Armor turn his head to look out at the rest of the ballroom, scanning for her in the crowd. "I really shouldn't..." he said. "Even if she never found out, I haven't even been married a year. I can't cheat on my wife before our first anniversary..."
"Hey," Vinyl piped up, bringing his attention back to her. "She's not going to find out. And what do you want more? To be a good stallion, playing by all the rules and getting nothing for yourself? Or do you want to find out what good pussy really feels like? Because I guarantee, if she's all you've ever had, then you have no idea what you're missing out on." Vinyl could tell she'd struck a nerve, the look on Shining Armor's face revealing that he had indeed waited until marriage to give his virginity to his wife. He opened his mouth but hesitated to speak, so Vinyl went in for the kill. "You're a stallion, Shining Armor. Stallions have needs. Birds need to fly, fish need to swim, and stallions need to fuck. Why don't you forget about your wife, come with me, and get what you need for once instead of worrying about what she needs?"
Shining Armor's eyes darted around, wrestling with his thoughts. But finally, they snapped to Vinyl Scratch. He nodded. "Okay. Let's do it."
Vinyl grinned big. The "stallions have needs" bit never failed. She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her. "C'mon, stud. Let's get you laid."
Shining Armor walked with her, letting her lead him out of the Gala. Vinyl's adrenaline was already pumping. Octavia be damned, she needed this too, after nights of arguing leading up to the Gala and even more bickering tonight. As she looked out over the Gala one last time, she spotted Octavia talking with Princess Cadance. The sight of Shining Armor's wife only sent a bigger charge through her body, and she could feel the heat and wetness in her cunt already.
"Once I'm done with him," she thought, "Every time he shoves his cock into your mediocre pussy, he's gonna think of me."
"Come on. We should be safe in here," Shining Armor said, opening the heavy wooden door to his office.
Vinyl Scratch followed him inside to the dark room, the moonlight outside illuminating the outlines of the huge desk against the grand window, a large bookcase with military files stacked against each other, and a display stand for Shining Armor's parade armor. She gave an impressed whistle as they sneaked inside, Shining Armor closing and locking the door behind them. "Pretty sweet gig you've got here. A whole office with a view to yourself, huh?"
"I'm still the Captain of the Royal Guard, at least for the time being," Shining Armor explained. "I'm the only one allowed in this room, so no pony will bother us here."
With the door secured, Vinyl Scratch wandered around, tracing her fingers over the breastplate of the display armor before sauntering over to the desk. She leaned back against it before turning to face the stallion himself. "Well then, if you're the only pony allowed in here, that means I'm trespassing, aren't I?"
Shining Armor returned her smirk as he approached her slowly. "I suppose you are."
Grinning up at him, she teased, "Guess that means you're going to have to punish me." Already starting to undo her bowtie and the first buttons of her suit, she taunted Shining Armor. "C'mon. Let's see what you've got, mister Guard Captain."
With a yank, Vinyl Scratch emphasized her invitation by pulling open her shirt, revealing she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her suit. Her big, soft breasts spilled out for Shining Armor to see, practically glowing in the silver, shadowy light of his office. She had quite the impressive rack for a mare of her size and build, the jugs heavy and with eye-catching nipples. already stiffening now that they were exposed to the air.
Shining Armor's eyes lit up with interest, and if he had any qualms before, he certainly didn't when he saw Vinyl's boobs. "Now these..." he said, reaching her as he slowly took one in his big, warm palm, squeezing it gently, "...These are very nice."
"Hell of a lot bigger than your wife's tits, eh?" Vinyl teased again. She pushed her torso forward, puffing her chest out, encouraging Shining Armor to grope her all he wanted. She shivered as he felt his palms slide over her sensitive nipples before his fingers traced down to them, delicately flicking over the flesh.
"You can say that again," Shining Armor agreed. "Always did want to fuck a mare with big boobs. Never had the chance before now."
"Of course," Vinyl replied, exhaling as Shining took her other breast in his hand, squeezing them both now with more eagerness. "Every stallion loves big tits. Even those tightwads at the Gala love looking at all those nude paintings, and they're not interested in the poses."
Shining Armor chuckled before he started to take things further. His hands explored, unbuttoning the rest of her shirt before sliding it off her shoulders, leaving her upper body bare for him. He stepped into her, reaching down to undo the buttons of her trousers. He didn't hesitate to lean his tall head down to her muzzle and push his lips into hers, a firm, eager kiss without a hint of hesitation.
As Vinyl allowed herself to be stripped by her paramour, she kissed him back, matching his eagerness and upping the ante with her tongue. It teased at his lips, the pace of the kissing increasing to a makeout as she found his tongue with hers. Little moans sounded between them, Shining Armor returning one hand to grope and fondle a breast while he tugged at her bottoms. Meanwhile, Vinyl's hands couldn't stay idle, starting to undo the myriad buttons of his red uniform. By the time her pants came down, leaving her naked, Shining Armor stood topless now before her, and the two parted slightly to admire each other.
Vinyl sat back against the desk again casually, knowing Shining Armor was liking what he saw. She had a perfect build for sexual enticement, one that could have been straight out of a stallion's naughty magazines: curvy without being fat, huge breasts with soft hips and thighs, and tight pussy, shaved perfectly smooth to highlight her natural wetness and expose the hints of her inner pink folds between the outer white labia. But while Shining Armor admired her naked body, she started to admire his.
He was like a model, built like a stallion she might have had on a poster when she was younger. Some of the naturally-strong working stallions were just big all around, thick and heavy, but Shining Armor was hard and fit. His broad shoulders moved down to his big, thick arms and his impeccable chest, his pecs sturdy with the perfect patch of blue chest hair in between to accentuate his masculinity. His stomach was flat, and Vinyl Scratch's eyes traced the contours of his abs down lower, the faint grooves of definition leading her gaze down to the real prize that remained hidden from her.
Shining Armor caught her staring and grinned. "Looks like mares like big tits too, huh?" Shining Armor joked, squeezing his own pecs.
"Celestia," Vinyl exhaled. "No wonder they made you Guard Captain."
Shining Armor approached her again, allowing her to put her hands on him, tracing down his muscles, one hand moving over his arms and feeling the dormant power in them while another slid down his sturdy chest, through the curly hair and over his nipple before sliding down his firm stomach while he squeezed her shoulders and boobs himself. "Believe it or not, I wasn't always a meathead," he admitted. "When I first met Cadance, I was an absolute nerd. I always wanted to be a guard though, and they sure whipped me into shape."
"I'll say," Vinyl agreed, ogling him openly and admiring the stallion before her. The thrill of cheating was always enough to turn Vinyl on even with unattractive stallions, but she'd never managed to bag a hunk of Shining Armor's caliber, and her arousal ran through her body in tremors, her pussy already feeling hot and her gut tight with tense need. She couldn't keep her hands to herself, her bright nails stark against Shining Armor's pants as she started to undo his last buttons. "Are you this impressive all over?" she teased again.
But Shining Armor didn't quite bite. "I'll let you be the judge of that," he said, the little tease having a note of humble modesty to it.
It only made Vinyl want to find out even more. Crouching down before him, she looked up at him with a cocked eyebrow, which he returned, inviting her to see for herself. So she yanked his trousers down to see just what being a Prince was really worth.
Shining Armor's penis flopped out before her, nearly smacking Vinyl in the cheek before it rested between his thighs, swaying gently toward his knee. Her eyes widened; this prince was hung! "Damn! No wonder they made you Guard Captain," Vinyl quipped. She stared over his naked body now, finding every inch of him just as hunky as the next. His legs were sturdy and strong, his pubes were neatly trimmed in a blue wedge above his sheath, his nuts looked nice and heavy, and even his ass was round and supple with soft muscle beneath. Vinyl couldn't help but reach around to give his butt a squeeze for herself, and it didn't disappoint.
With her positioned so conveniently below him, all Shining Armor had to do was reach out and grab a handful of her blue mane with a firm, commanding grip. "Why don't you show me just how much of a slut you really are, then?"
Vinyl looked up at him and took his words for the challenge the were. Pausing only to rest her shades on top of her head where they would be braced against her horn, she then gripped his flaccid dick in both of her hands, feeling the pleasant warmth of his flesh, the dormant power of an already-burgeoning erection lurking beneath the veined, pink skin. "Don't mind if I do," she replied.
With all the relish in the world, Vinyl Scratch opened up her mouth and swallowed Shining Armor's flare down her throat, and the next several inches in one loud, slurping gulp. Only a few moments in, and already she could feel Shining Armor's fingers tensing against her scalp, hear his gasp of sudden pleasure, and feel his cock starting to stiffen in her muzzle as his flare nudged for entrance into her throat. She did everything she could to make an impression, twisting her hands over the base of his cock while she started to deepthroat the upper half, her hands meeting her lips at his midring, feeling his flare bulge against her throat as he throbbed, getting harder and harder. It was only moments before he was rock hard, looking down at her sucking his cock like a whore, and she looked up back at him. The eye contact was the hottest part, and Vinyl told him with just her eyes how much she loved this; the taste of his dick, his grunts and groans, and his pleasure. Vinyl could see in his hungry gaze down at her that she was giving him something he'd never gotten before.
But that didn't mean she didn't like hearing him say it. With a slurp, she pulled off of his wet erection with a brief strand of drool connecting her lips to his cock before she started pumping, keeping him nice and solid. She could feel in his hearty throbs that he barely needed the encouragement. "So," she said, peppering her words in with hot kisses and needy licks along his cock, "has you wife - ever sucked your dick - like that before?"
Shining Armor moaned in relief. "Oh, Celestia, no. Cadance... She's not really the dick-sucking type. She says it feels degrading."
Vinyl Scratch's eyes flashed. All she heard was a challenge. "Let me show you what you've been missing out on, stud," she purred before plunging his dick back down her throat, even getting a few more inches than last time in her eagerness to prove herself the superior mare.
She could feel Shining Armor shivering, his legs quivering as his knees threatened to buckle. "Ohh, fuck yeah..." he moaned above her. He had to use both hands on her head just to keep himself stable, but even with his grip on her ears, Shining Armor was definitely not the one in control.
Vinyl Scratch shuddered herself at the hot thrill of all this, blowing a high-profile hunk like a cheap whore when his own wife would never debase herself for his needs. Vinyl would make sure she would capitalize on that opportunity, eager to prove to Shining Armor just what he was missing, that he could be fucking mares like her all along. Even when she felt her throat begin to gag as his flare jammed against her neck, when she struggled to breathe as her muzzle plunged toward his sheath and his pubes, and her cheeks and neck bulged out with the sheer length and girth of his dick, she kept her lips pursed, her tongue swirling, and her throat swallowing down as much of his cock as she could handle. When she looked up at him, and caught him looking down, she could see it in his eyes: he thought she really was nothing more than a cheap slut, wanting only to suck his dick like a dumb whore. It made her pussy soaking wet beneath her.
"Fuck... Celestia..." Shining Armor groaned again, and Vinyl knew that was the only warning she was going to get. She raced to pull off of his dick with a loud, lewd slurp. She knew how much stallions liked it when mares swallowed, but she had something better in mind. With not a moment to spare, she managed to pop off of his flare with a pop, staring down the fleshy pink head as it twitched and throbbed. She opened her mouth in a wide moan, as it twitched, pulsed, and then exploded. "I'm cumming...!"
Vinyl didn't have to say anything as the ropes of white-hot jizz laced over her face in thick, messy streaks, and she stared Shining's dick straight on as it painted her. She wanted him to watch his cum paint her without an ounce of hesitation from her, to be splattered in his dirty spunk, degraded in a way his wife would never allow, and Vinyl got her wish. Shining watched with rapt attention as his cum bathed her face, making a mess of her hair, trickling down her cheeks and eyelids, over her nose and neck, until there was hardly a spot that wasn't stained with his cum. And just to make things better, when his orgasm started to flag, Vinyl proved a point by drawing forward, grabbing his dick and nursing against his flare, suckling and licking at the tip, making sure to get the last few weak spurts and dribbling droplets of his cum out of his shaft and onto her tongue, swallowing with a grateful moan, just to show that she would happily do what so many mares found far too disgusting and degrading to even entertain. The shudder of erotic thrill she felt race through Shining Armor made it all worth it.
"Holy fuck..." Shining gasped.
Vinyl pulled away, feeling the hot, sticky mask of jizz on her face starting to cool, wearing it like a badge of honor, but her cocky grin soon faded when she saw Shining Armor's dick gently start to flag. She realized her impulsivity may have gotten the better of her, and she hoped this wouldn't be the end of Shining Armor's stamina. He was a young, fit stallion, but if she had to wait a half hour - and some stallions supposedly took even longer - then the sparks would definitely start to fade. She tried to pump his dick some more, getting a few weak, drooling strands of cum out the tip of his flare as she looked up at him and asked, "Guess you really liked that, huh?" Then, trying not to be too obvious, she added, "I bet you guard types have some pretty good turnaround times after you cum, right?"
But Shining Armor just laughed as he tried to catch his breath. "No stallion can get hard again that fast, especially after a blowjob like that." Vinyl's face fell in disappointment before Shining said, "My wife might not be the Princess of Putting Out, but I did pick up one good trick from her on our honeymoon. Apparently, Celestia explained to her that I was never going to last long enough to satisfy her if I was a virgin, so she gave her a spell to keep me going." Vinyl Scratch listened with a slightly confused expression - she'd never heard of spells just for sex before, mostly just creative uses of basic levitation - but Shining Armor's horn flared up regardless as he exhaled with slow focus and closed his eyes.
Seeing his own dick light up in his aura was a bit strange, and it almost looked like he was magically jerking himself off. But then Vinyl started to see him throbbing again, hearing his breathing quickening with that familiar sound of growing arousal. The throbs started to take on some more life, his flaccid, satisfied cock rising and stiffening, eager for another round. By the time Shining Armor opened his eyes and released his spell, it was as if Vinyl had just finished polishing his cock to get him ready for the first round. Hell, he might have even been harder than the first time, as if he'd been pent up and in desperate need to bust a nut for a few days now!
"I think it's time I returned the favor," Shining Armor said confidently down to Vinyl, stroking her head and her ear with a hand.
Vinyl felt an electric thrill race through her chest. "What did you have in mind?"
Shining Armor didn't answer, instead he reached down and grabbed her under her arms, his chest and arms bulging as he manhandled her with ease. It had been a while since Vinyl had a stallion throw her around like this, and she groaned with surprise and delight when Shining Armor turned her around and tossed her against his desk, bending her over the broad surface, splaying out a stack of important-looking papers over the surface in a little mess.
With his surge of aggression, she expected the next thing to be his now-rock solid cock splitting her in half. He grabbed two handfuls of her hips and she braced for it, but then she felt his breath wash over her pussy and his hot tongue drag up her slot in a long, satisfying lick.
"Oh, Celestia...!" Vinyl moaned as Shining Armor started to eat her out with an appetite that the Gala's hors d'oeuvres table wishes it could see. Every bit of enthusiasm she had given his dick, he gave it right back, smacking his lips against hers, suckling on her clit, and plunging his tongue deep into her juicy pussy, his hands braced on her ass. Vinyl loved some sloppy clam diving as much as the next mare, but she gasped again, shudders running down her spine when she realized how good it felt! "Fuck, dude...!" she gasped. "Looks like someone's been doing their homework!" Vinyl grinned, turning to look back at the stallion crouched at her ass.
Shining Armor poked his head out around her buttcheeks and grinned. "The last thing I wanted was to embarrass myself on my honeymoon, so I made sure to study up."
Vinyl moaned her reply to him, "Your wife doesn't deserve you."
Shining Armor just gave a knowing chuckle before dipping back down to it. Again, Vinyl gasped, her pink nails digging into the surface of Shining's desk as he lapped over her outer labia before dragging his tongue down into her valley again. She felt her nerves tingling, her body tensing for what was to come. Shining Armor brought her there expertly, suckling at her folds until she could almost feel the need building and burning in her clitoris. When it started to become too much, Vinyl gasping for more, Shining Armor slid down to suckle at it with his lips, his tongue flicking against her from side to side as his fingers plunged deeply into her, milking at her g-spot with a curled rake of his digits.
"Fuck yes! Oh, fuck, Shining!" Vinyl gasped as she felt that coil in her stomach finally snap, the tension releasing with a mighty orgasm milked at the end of Shining Armor's tongue. She gripped the desk just to stay on her feet, humping her ass back onto Shining Armor's muzzle as she rode the waves of utter delight. The climax had her legs shuddering and vision blurring, and this was just the start of what Shining Armor could do.
Shining Armor didn't give her much time to recover. He stood, wiped his muzzle with satisfaction, and gripped the base of his dick. Vinyl just managed to blink away her cross-eyed bliss when she felt his flare nudging against her slick, eaten-out pussy. She inhaled sharply with a moment of anticipation before suddenly he was taking the plunge.
"Ohhhh~!" both of them shared a mutual moan as inch after sweet, turgid inch of Shining Armor's cock sank into Vinyl Scratch's hot, needy pussy in one slick, slow thrust.
"Fuck, this is so hot..." Shining groaned when he hilted inside of her. Vinyl didn't have to ask why. She could all but imagine how good it was for him to sink himself into a mare who really wanted him, who was all too happy to give him what his wife couldn't.
And she was all too happy to rub it in, only making her shudder just to say the words. "Don't hold back," she goaded him. "Fuck me like your wife would never let you."
Shining's hips were already moving before she finished, slowly pumping himself inside of her, but quickly picking up the pace. He didn't have to restrain himself or slow down with Vinyl. She could only imagine how Cadance made him do it tender and slow, whispering sweet nothings and holding hands while he thrust into her. But she knew Shining didn't want that. She could tell as his hips pounded into her ass, his cock ramming to the depths inside of her, his hands gripping her hips roughly and tugging on her tail. What he really wanted all along was to fuck a slut who would lift her tail for him, easy and dirty.
It was only moments before Shining Armor was ramming her, each thrust rattling the desk and making his papers scatter everywhere over the surface and onto the floor below. He groaned and grunted, his hips smacking into hers, his palm squeezing her asscheek before swatting against her cutie mark, showing his strength and power as she took every inch and every pound gratefully. It was almost as if he didn't care about her satisfaction or if he was being too rough with her, and that just made it even hotter for Vinyl.
"Yeah... You like that, Captain?" Vinyl moaned up to him. "My pussy's way better than your wife's, isn't it? You can even cum in me if you want. We can talk about me being your mistress later," she teased, enjoying the way she could taunt him and turn him on in the same breath.
"Shut up," he growled above her, bristling at the way she was needling him, but she could feel him throb harder inside of her, slam into her ass with more force, wanting to put the mouthy bitch beneath him in her place. He reached forward to grab her mane, tugging on it slightly to make her arch her back into him, Vinyl shoving back onto his thick cock as her pussy clenched around his length.
"Fuck! That's more like it, stud...!" she gasped. "Give it to me, Your Highness. It's good to be a real stallion for once, isn't it?"
"You really are such a little slut," Shining Armor replied, but she could hear the grin at the corner of his mouth. He punctuated it with a hard spank on her ass, enough to make her cheeks wobble and likely leave a pink mark on her flank. Vinyl just gasped at the thrilling sting as Shining redoubled his rough pounding.
Vinyl thought he might be getting close, but the buildup was interrupted by the sudden click of the office's lock, and the door opening without warning. "You're not supposed to be in here! Now you two had better-!"
It was a royal guard, a gray unicorn dressed in his uniform. It was clear he expected to find a couple of Gala-goers trespassing in Shining Armor's office, but he was doubly shocked to see what was actually going on. Not only was he not prepared to see his Prince and Captain sneaking around in his own office, but he never would have expected to see him naked and fucking some random mare from the party on his own desk! Vinyl caught his expression, and she made sure to moan when Shining Armor didn't stop, even for a moment, the wet smacks continuing to ring out as he fucked her hard. It was tough to say if the guard was more scandalized by catching Shining Armor cheating on his wife, or by seeing far, far more of his Captain than he'd ever imagined.
"This really isn't a good time, Lieutenant," Shining Armor grunted as he buried himself into Vinyl's pussy. Vinyl had a delicious idea pop into her brain, and as Shining Armor's pace flagged with his split attention, she decided to pick it up. She thrust her ass back against him hard, impaling herself all the way down to the balls, riding him as she reached between her hindlegs to fondle the Prince's big nuts between her thighs. Shining Armor groaned as she ground against him, knowing he was getting closer to his peak than he anticipated.
"S-Sorry, Your Highness! I didn't know- I... I thought it was just some trespassers having a fling, I..." the guard stallion stammered, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight.
Shining Armor was on the process of tipping over the edge, snorting steamy jets out of his nose as he grabbed Vinyl's tail and started giving her own bucks back to her, pounding hard into her cunt, the desk rattling with each thrust while her fingers stroked his balls, coaxing his load out of him. "Well, seeing as it's my office," Shining grunted between hot breaths, "can I get back to it, Lieutenant?"
Vinyl gave a loud moan as she felt Shining getting rougher, and he spanked her again on her other cheek. She almost laughed as the guard stallion jumped at the sharp sound of the smack on her ass. "Y-yes, sir! Of course, sir!" he fumbled to snap a salute to Shining. "Continue your coitus, Your Highness!"
Vinyl ground harder against him, swiveling her hips to twist her pussy around the base of his cock, and she heard that telltale groan come out of Shining's lips. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..." he exhaled, pounding harder and faster into her as he made the slow descent before the big finish.
The poor guard was still standing there, watching, confused, and dumbfounded. "Should I, uh... What should I do, sir?" he asked.
Shining gave a haggard groan of frustration and pleasure while Vinyl gasped with his cock slamming into her. "Celestia, can't you see I'm having sex here!? Just guard the fucking door or something, Lieutenant!"
The guard barely had time to bark an affirmative before he ducked out of the room sheepishly, slamming the door behind him. If anything, Vinyl felt like ordering some peon around only made things hotter for Shining. Loud enough for that poor bastard to hear through the door, Vinyl cried out, "Yes! Cum in me, Shining! Fuck yes!"
After holding back as long as he could, Shining Armor could restrain himself no longer. With a ragged roar, he slammed himself balls-deep into Vinyl's pussy, his flare filling her as his balls clenched in her grip. "Fuuuuck!" Ecstatic shivers raced down Vinyl's spine, her fingers gripping the edges of the desk as she felt his big dick throb deep inside of her, rippling throughout her entire body with the pulses, and then those hot, heavy blasts of jizz oozed throughout her abdomen, Shining Armor giving her every last drop, full and deep.
Shining Armor was left breathless, still buried inside of her, the smell of his sweat starting to steam the air and fog the windows against the cool night outside the Gala. Vinyl Scratch felt quite proud of herself, to say the least. When Shining Armor finally pulled out of her with a wet squelch and a gush of cum on his office tile, she spun herself around to sit back against the desk, her thighs tingling as she kept them spread, letting Shining admire the sight of her freshly-fucked pussy.
"There," she said to him. "Isn't that better, Your Highness?"
Shining Armor chuckled, leaning against the wall with a raised arm and wiping his forehead, his shaft softening again, taking its time as it twitched against his thigh. "Yeah. Definitely," he agreed.
Vinyl was still buzzing from the satisfaction of it all, her bright nails flashing against her white body as she traced up her side to grip her breast and squeeze her nipple with a satisfied inhale. "And now you can forget about fucking that wife of yours ever again, now that you've got me to bang whenever you want," she said.
Shining Armor looked at her. "Look," he began, and Vinyl already felt the mood changing drastically, a knife cutting through the afterglow. "This was fun, but we can't do this again, alright? At least not anytime soon. Cadance is still my wife, and I still have my honor and my title to think about. I never said I wanted a mistress."
Vinyl gave him a look back that said those were not the words she wanted to hear. She strode over to him with gliding steps, reaching out to grip his dick at her hips, stroking it with a hand as he exhaled, still sensitive as the pleasure flooded into him. "I don't think you understand," she said. "I'm not here for fun. I'm here to win. I know what you want deep down, but what you don't know is that I'm just getting started. I can do things to you that your precious wife couldn't even imagine."
Shining Armor looked hesitant, yet the curiosity was definitely there. "I'm not sure this is a good idea..." he tried to talk her down.
But Vinyl was not having it. She grabbed his shoulder in one hand, his cock in the other, and spun him around until his back was against his own desk. All it took was a push to topple him back onto it. Vinyl sauntered toward him, mounting the desk as he crawled back on top of it fully with her between his legs. Her red eyes locked onto his blues, her gaze nothing short of predatory. "Fire up that spell again. Dick hard - now," she ordered.
Suddenly, Shining Armor was not the dominant stud in the situation, but even if he was a little off-balance at the sudden role reversal, there was a clear eagerness in his eyes and his nod as he agreed. "Yeah, yeah! Round two it is!"
His horn lit up, and even quicker than last time, Shining Armor's big dick sprang up to a full erection, throbbing and waiting for Vinyl to pounce on him. She could see that getting hard took a bit more effort this time, perhaps the stallion was starting to hit the hard limits of his stamina after two orgasms, but Vinyl would push him as far as it took to prove her point.
"Hold on tight, stud," Vinyl purred to him. For a moment, Vinyl could see the confusion in Shining's face, not knowing what would happen next. Then she reached down and grabbed him by the ankles, heaving herself up and rolling his lower body in half, spreading his thighs apart as she did so.
"Woah, wait, what are-!?" Shining called out before Vinyl rose above him. In this position, Shining was all but helpless beneath her, posed almost like the mare in a mating press, which caused his dick to stand straight up, his balls on display and vulnerable. With her grip on his ankle tight, Vinyl grabbed the base of his cock firmly, holding it still for her.
"Get ready for the ride of your life," she purred down to him. As Shining's face lit up with realization, all it took was a quick series of movements for Vinyl to position his flare at the entrance of her cunt, grab both of his ankles again to keep him steady, and slam herself all the way down onto his cock all at once in a gut-wrenching drop of pure ecstasy.
"Ohh holy fuck!" Shining Armor groaned, his eyes already rolling as he tried to keep up, but Vinyl was already ten slams ahead of him. His body rocked on his desk while Vinyl's thick thighs rode him like a cheap roller coaster. His magic ensured his cock was rock-hard for her, and now that she was in control, she could really pull out all the stops. The force was like nothing he'd ever felt before, being fucked by a mare so powerfully even if it was still his cock in her pussy. He could feel each drop of her hips all the way through his abdomen, her asscheeks impacting against his balls in a way that jostled them, even a little painfully, but he'd never felt hunger for cock like this before, and that thrilled him.
Vinyl Scratch just hissed in delight above him. She'd played the submissive slut game, but now she was showing Shining Armor what she really brought to the table, just how much of a cock-hungry slut she could be. Her cunt absolutely devoured him, and she could twist and swivel with her hips on every slam, letting her cream-stuffed pussy stroke and pleasure him in a way he could have never imagined was possible before. The impacts rippled through her own belly, and there was a deep satisfaction to being in control of him. The rattling sounds of the desk and the fleshy slaps of their hips were hers to make, and she didn't care about subtlety here. She could feel his cock plunging into her, control the angle to make sure it raked against all the best spots while she worked herself above him, even enjoying the way her tits swung with every buck. The feeling of her ass clapping against his balls hard, milking this buff stud beneath until he he couldn't take it anymore was a particular thrill that made her nipples hard and her clit throb as she ground it against his pelvis.
But the real peak was the look on his face, the way he was splayed out beneath her. Vinyl took in every detail, his muscles clenching as his back arched, the papers and pens all but scattered and the inkwell tipped over as she rode him. His arms reached up to grip the far edge of the desk for dear life, and she could see his buff chest heaving for breath, sweat trickling through the curls between his pecs and his hairy pits, the office filled with the raunchy musk of sex and his wanton moans forced out of him by every slam of her slavering cunt on his shaft. The very best was his face, his eyes crossed in mindless ecstasy, his mouth gaping in an endless series of grunts and moans that couldn't be contained. He was cresting the peak of a new height of pleasure, not just physically, but in his imagination, his world opened up to erotic delights he'd never dared to venture near before Vinyl took him crashing through the barrier.
He was so big, so strong, a hunky, handsome, royal stud of a Prince and Captain if there ever was one. But now, he was completely helpless, a dick-brained slab of meat who could barely manage to beg Vinyl Scratch to keep riding him. He belonged to her completely, a memory burned into him he'd never forget, and Vinyl could see it on his face. Whenever he fucked his wife from this moment on, he'd think of her.
And that was absolutely the hottest fucking thing.
Vinyl slammed her hips down on his cock hard, each drop coming with a rattle and a fleshy squelch as she gripped his ankles in her hands, his toes already curling in delight as his next orgasm, bigger and better, began to build within him. Vinyl could feel her own high racing through her veins, more keen than any drug she could ever take. "Say it," she moaned to him, a hot, breathy command he couldn't refuse. "How good is this pussy?"
"It's the best!" Shining Armor called out, his body rippling with each impact of Vinyl's on top of his. "Your pussy is so goooood!"
"Say it's better than your wife's," Vinyl said, picking up the pace, fucking him with quick bucks, taking his cock deep inside of her and milking him.
"It's better than my wife's! It's better than my wife's!" Shining cried in cross-eyed bliss, Vinyl's cunt milking him within an inch of his life. "Your pussy is so much better than Cadance's! You're so much hotter than my wife!"
It was the magic words Vinyl had been building up to all night. "Yeah! Yeah! Fuck, and don't you forget it!" Vinyl gasped and growled. She ground her hips against him, riding him balls-deep as she pumped forward, mashing her clit against his neat wedge of pubes and feeling his flare pressed snugly to her cervix. "Now cum in me! Cum in me instead of your wife!"
"Yeah! Yeah! Oh fuck, yes!!!" Shining Armor howled, and Vinyl felt it. His balls clenched, his head threw back, and his toes curled in utter delight.
Vinyl felt herself going over the edge as well. That light-headed ecstasy raced up through her system, and her vision went hazy, the tension so thick in her body she felt like she could explode. Her limbs trembled, her cunt clenched so hard around Shining's big, fat dick she felt like it was trying to snap it off, and the stretch of his girth only made the red-hot bliss even more overwhelming. With one, two, three more rough, grinding thrusts against him, Vinyl went over the edge with him.
She roared, tossing her head back as her own fuschia-painted toes curled along with his against the desk as she squatted above him. While he stuffed her full of his jizz, Vinyl's pussy squeezed and squirted all over their crotches, the juices spraying and splattering onto the desk, soaking the documents beneath them before leaking down onto the floor while she trembled and shuddered in a climax more powerful than anything she'd felt in a while. The heat of more cum in her belly just drew out the orgasm even longer, knowing that Shining Armor's cock had no choice but to give her everything she wanted, emptying his balls in her until he was completely spent for her. But Vinyl Scratch wouldn't let go of his ankles, wouldn't let her pussy release his dick until she was absolutely done with him.
When that moment came, the two were breathless, collapsing onto his desk as Vinyl released him and fell back, Shining Armor unfolding in tangle of legs, crotches, sweat, and their own mixed juices. It was a long moment before either of them could speak.
Shining Armor managed to breathlessly pant out first, "Holy fuck..."
"Told ya," Vinyl chuckled. "That's what real pussy is. Your little priss of a wife could never."
"No she could not," Shining agreed.
But Vinyl started to untangle herself, even though the afterglow had only just begun. She stepped onto the floor with shaky legs, but began to collect her dress and attempt to look presentable.
Shining Armor watched her start to redress, sitting up with a confused look. "Where you going?"
"Can't have the Prince getting caught cheating, can we?" Vinyl asked. "We were definitely pretty loud. Somepony besides that stupid guard definitely heard us. Maybe a few." She smirked as she pulled her straps back up and said, "Looks like you're going to have some rumors going around about you come Monday, Your Highness."
Shining Armor looked at her quietly for a moment, not yet moving, seeming to process what she was saying now that the thrill was wearing off. He propped a leg up on the desk, resting his elbow on his knee while he let the other hang over the edge, his long, limp cock dangling in meaty satisfaction. "You're probably right," he said.
"Good luck," Vinyl Scratch said once she was decent, turning around to give Shining Armor a wink as she headed for the door.
But when her hand reached the knob, she heard Shining's voice behind her. "Would you like to come to the initiation ceremony for the new Guard Cadets? Next Friday?" he asked.
Vinyl turned around to look at him with a predatory grin. Shining Armor just smiled back at her, his expression smooth, but his eyes hungry. She knew exactly what he was asking.
"And what about your wife?" she replied.
"She'll be in Ponyville with the other Princesses," Shining Armor replied with a devilish grin. "She'll never know."
Vinyl Scratch exhaled, a shuddering breath of excitement all over again. "Then I'll see you there, Your Highness," she answered, before opening the door and stepping outside, back to the Gala.

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                   Plucking her Strings                    
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Plucking her Strings
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.

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                   Epilogue: Making Love                   
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Epilogue: Making Love
"Shining! Oh yes, Shining!"
"Ohhh, Cadance! Ohh Cadance, I'm cumming!"
The sounds of slapping flesh and breathy groans grew to a fever pitch before reaching their crescendo, rapturous cries filling the royal bedroom before the two collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of each other.
Shining Armor reclined with an arm behind his head and the other around his wife's shoulders while Princess Cadance rested her cheek into his shoulder, cuddled up against his muscular form, a finger idly drawing circles in his chest hair. "Oh, Shining..." she purred with delight, needing not complete the sentence.
"Yeah..." he groaned back, a broad smile on his face. For a long while, the two said nothing more, merely basking in the mutual afterglow. Their sex with their partners earlier that night had been incredible to be sure, but there was a reason they had married each other.
Cadance looked up at her husband with a cheeky grin. "So, you think Vinyl Scratch could top that?" she asked.
Shining Armor just chuckled at his wife's tease. "I think she thinks she could. She really likes being a slut." With his own wry smirk, he gave a swat to Cadance's ass with the hand around her body as he added, "But no one's a bigger slut than my wife."
The glare from Cadance was withering, and for a moment, Shining worried his joke had crossed the line, which he didn't expect, since she was fine with him cheating on her. But he could see the faint smile at the corner of her lips that she just couldn't keep from him. "You are such a stallion," Cadance chided him with a shake of her own head.
"I thought the whole point of you and Octavia was that stallions weren't so bad once in a while," he remarked, turning his head to look down into his wife's eyes.
"The point was to switch things up a bit and bang a mare for once. Get it out of my system," Cadance replied.
Shining Armor nodded his head, "Oh, so the whole 'Princess of Love, fixing their relationship thing' was just an excuse to get some pussy?" he commented, still a smile on his lips.
"I can do both. That's why I'm the Princess of Love," Cadance answered him.
There was a beat as Shining Armor lovingly rubbed his wife's shoulders and kissed her head near her horn, her tousled mane still falling about her. Then, he asked, "What do you think is going to happen to them?"
Cadance looked up at him and raised a brow. "Vinyl Scratch and Octavia?" she asked.
"Yeah," he replied. "They've been together for a while, but they seem like a bit of a mess. I mean, if it's like you said and Octavia really does want someone a little more male, there's not much Vinyl can do about that. And Vinyl isn't exactly getting the satisfaction she's looking for, or she wouldn't have tried to get me into bed."
Cadance nodding, considering his points, but responding in her deep expertise on the subject. "Those are always just superficial things. You can buy a strap-on or work to have better sex. Their problems are between them. Octavia wouldn't be thinking about penises if she was more emotionally fulfilled by her partner."
Shining Armor nodded likewise, looking up at the ceiling. "And I guess Vinyl wouldn't need to go looking for thrills if her marefriend was a bit more daring and adventurous in bed."
"Exactly," Cadance told him. She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. "You'd make a good Prince of Love, you know."
"I've seen you do it for so long; you pick up a couple things," Shining Armor replied, returning his wife's peck on her own cheek. But he continued the thread, asking, "But do you think they'll be able to make things work? They did cheat on each other after all."
Cadance bit her lip playfully at Shining. "I don't know, we cheated on each other, and as of five minutes ago, I'd say we're still doing just fine." The two shared a naughty chuckle with each other, Shining Armor squeezing his wife lovingly before she gave a more honest answer to the question. "It's up to them, I suppose. It's always up to the couple. At the end of the day, no pony can make a couple break up or stay together. They have to choose to stay, and they have to choose how they're going to help each other get what they need. Maybe they'll change for each other. Maybe they'll open things up in their relationship like us. Maybe they'll get into a huge fight and break up. But they will have to talk to each other. We've made sure of that. Everything after that is up to them."
Shining Armor nodded, his gaze turning to the ceiling above, feeling his wife's breathing in sync with his own, pensive. A long silence passed, and Cadance was just beginning to feel warm, cozy, and the slightest bit sleepy when Shining Armor spoke aloud. "Do you ever wish I was a mare?" he asked softly.
Cadance adjusted herself to look back up at her husband. "You think I'd prefer one? That forbidden fruit that a stallion just can't provide?" she asked teasingly.
"I'm serious," he said gently. "You do go after a lot of mares."
Cadance let her toying demeanor drop as she met her husband's gaze. "Shining, I go after whoever I want. It's not like I haven't banged plenty of stallions behind your back either." She chuckled and said, "It's always so fun when they think I'm going to let them knock me up without you knowing. When we have our first foal, so many Canterlot stallions are going to think you're raising their bastard."
"That's not quite what I meant," Shining Armor conceded the point, but pressed further.
"Shining, you're you. I'd marry you no matter what you had between your legs. Or if you had nothing at all. We'd make it work." Cadance leaned up to kiss him sweetly on the lips as she continued, "You're my other half. I can't imagine myself without you. The sex is just a manifestation of that feeling, but nothing could ever change that feeling. I'm happiest when I'm with you." Shining Armor nodded, feeling reassured, before Cadance added, "Plus, I am the Princess of Love. If I wanted you to be a mare, it would just be a simple spell to arrange that."
Shining Armor laughed. "Maybe next time. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little curious about what it's like to be on the other side of the equation," he said, rubbing his hand down Cadance's back and wings affectionately.
Another long pause hung between them before it was Cadance's turn to ask a quiet, honest question. "Do you ever cheat on me? For real?" Her tone wasn't even accusatory; her soft voice implied she wouldn't even be mad if he said yes. She just wanted to know.
Shining Armor looked down seriously at his wife, his expression almost concerned. "No," he said firmly. "Of course not. I always tell you whenever I hop into bed with another mare. You know that. Why would I have anything to hide from you?"
Cadance looked down, seeming slightly sheepish as she explained, "I know it's a thrill to pretend that you're cheating on me. I get that. But some stallions really can't seem to help themselves. I'm the Princess of Love; I could never betray what I feel for you. Not really. But you're still just a normal stallion. An amazing stallion, my favorite pony in the whole world, but I know you don't feel what I feel. No pony can. Sometimes I worry..."
She felt her fears assuaged when Shining stroked her mane, his eyes filled with compassion. "Maybe I can't feel love in other ponies the way you do. But I know what I feel. I love you more than anything. I could never hurt you. You're all I've ever wanted. You're my entire life."
"Oh, Shining..." Cadance exhaled.
Shining Armor leaned down to kiss his wife, lovingly and passionately, his hands stroking over her elegant form while her own palms slid over his muscular chest. But Cadance could already feel her husband's length fighting against its spent satisfaction to throb against her thigh.
When he broke the kiss, Shining Armor grinned at his wife. "I don't know about you, but I think all this love talk is getting to me. What do you say we finish this Gala out right with a round two?"
Cadance's horn flared. "Or three. Or four," she replied mischievously. Before Shining Armor even knew what hit him, he felt her magic taking a hold of his cock, his shaft quickly rising to an aching, eager stiffness, his body freshly able to physically match the inner hunger he felt for the beautiful mare beside him.
Shining Armor kissed her again with an eager smile at the edges of his mouth, then again and again before the two slipped into an easy makeout. Their movements were so natural against each other, hands roaming in sync over each other's bodies, hands teasing sensitive nipples and tracing over firm arms, tongues teasing and meeting, lips all too eager to meet again.
Those hands couldn't stay too idle for too long. Cadance wanted to feel her husband's big, meaty length in her palms, and she reached down toward her thigh to feel it throbbing against her. That perfect cock was so engorged with desire for her, hard as steel and big as her forearm, wanting so much to conquer her, to please her, to fill her with every ounce of her husband's raw, animal love for her. Likewise, Shining Armor's own hands wanted to take his wife like a possession, a precious object he adored, pinching nipples and roaming down to her vulva. He knew her folds well, sliding his fingers up her slot, gently teasing her entrance and circling over her clitoris.
As Cadance's hands started to pump her husband's cock, Shining's back arched, his kisses and nibbling love bites trailing down his wife's slender neck, over her collarbone, and toward her small, sensitive breasts where the stiff buds of her nipples awaited him. He pumped into his wife's grip, grunting with satisfaction as he suckled on her nipples. Her own back arched up into his body as he did, a hiss of delight rushing from between her teeth as she was gently fingered, firmly sucked, his other heavy palm groping her other tit and stroking her other nipple, her whole body his.
"Oh, Shining," she moaned, a hand ruffling his mane as her lips reached out to lick and suck over his horn, the next best thing if she couldn't reach his cock. Shining Armor felt the buzz of electricity against his hard horn, a tingle racing through his skull and down his spine that was almost uncomfortable, but there was a tantalizing heat to it, his own magic moving through him and toward his horn in a way that mirrored the surge of arousal in his cock, throbbing and leaking against his wife's lower body. She was trying to rile him up; no matter what he'd told Vinyl, Cadance wasn't the type for sweet, tender, soft lovemaking. Like most mares who tried to seduce him, they wanted a noble stallion, both in terms of class and demeanor, and Shining Armor was as chivalrous and handsome as they came. But they also wanted a stallion, and when his clothes came off, there were few that could compare to the male in his prime that was Shining Armor. He loved that feeling, and the way that Cadance hungered for it.
Eventually, he couldn't resist her needy foreplay any longer, nor could he defer his own drive to take his wife beneath him again. A simple shift of himself, and he was overtop of her, his hips between her legs. The head of his cock was still in her soft palm, and she guided it instinctively toward her hot, wet entrance. Shining Armor braced himself against the headboard with an arm, the other hand still groping his wife's boobs.
There was no further need for dialogue or preamble, no hesitation as Shining Armor thrust forward, thrusting every last inch of his meaty cock into Cadance's tight, wet pussy in one dramatic plunge, filling her up completely until he was buried to the pubes in her. When his mouth opened up in a groan of pure satisfaction to be sheathed within his wife once more, Cadance's own muzzle gasped in dizzy delight.
Just as there was no hesitation with the initial thrust, Shining Armor wasted no time fucking his wife either. His powerful body pumped quickly and firmly, giving her half of his thick shaft with every movement, his ass flexing between her spread thighs around his hips. Propped up against the headboard, he couldn't help but look down at the visual buffet beneath him, a sight that every stallion in Equestria would kill to see for themselves. There was Cadance, pinned beneath him, her slim, pink body yielding for him. Her slender thighs were parted for him, her perfect, pink pussy split in two, stretched around his very own cock, impaled on the big rod of wet, black flesh that pumped deep inside of her. Her flat abdomen rose and fall with her shuddering gasps and moans of pleasure, her soft, petite breasts heaving with her breaths, her nipples hard and aching for him as he drove her further to the heights of pleasure. He could see it in her pretty face, her mane a bit of a frazzled mess after their last session and only growing wilder with this one, her eyes reeling listlessly in pure bliss, her lips hanging open in breathless moans of pure delight. Shining Armor could help but feel pure, hot thrill run through him. "Fuck, Cadance..." he grunted as he pounded her deeply.
"Oh, Shining...!" she cried out, her body reeling with delight each time she felt that cock drive deep into her core. "Your dick is so big!" she gasped. But the praise wasn't merely for his benefit; Cadance devoured every bit of erotic delight and salacious pleasure her husband gave her, and his huge cock was just the start. It didn't matter if he was the biggest or not, the way it filled her with every thrust, tightening that coil of red-hot bliss in her body, feeling as if his cock was reaching into her throat was utterly perfect. But so was the rest of him, and Cadance relished being pinned beneath him like this. When she looked up, her entire view, just like her, was engulfed by big, hunky, manly stallion. Between her legs, she could see so much dick withdrawing from her just to plunge into her cunt with a deep, wet squelch, the base perched beneath that handsome patch of blue pubes that trailed up those perfect, hardened abs that flexed with every thrust inside of her. Then there was his chest, broad and muscular, a vast canvas for her hands to roam over, feeling muscles, chest hair, a pert nipple to squeeze, and there was still more of him with those broad shoulders. One of his big, beefy arms was raised up and gripping the headboard as he fucked her, and her eyes traced up, over the hard muscles of his shoulders while sweat trickled down his tricep and through his armpit hair, meanwhile her other hand roamed over the other arm gripping her shoulder, feeling those same muscles flexing hard as he pined her down beneath him. His scent was in her nose, musky and virile, and his utter strength and size filled her, but at last her gaze completed the journey up to his handsome face, sweaty and wild, but so utterly happy, a mixture of effort and satisfying victory as he claimed his wife. Cadance wanted to take in every bit of him, wanted to give him everything of herself, and Shining Armor's deep groans of delight, his blue eyes meeting hers, said he was all to happy to give her whatever she wanted, to take all of her for himself.
"Shining..." Cadance gasped, feeling herself driving closer and closer to a truly explosive finish. The words just came out of her in a moan. "Put a foal in me, Shining..."
"Yeah... Yeah...!" Shining Armor grunted. His thrusting redoubled, his hips flexing as he decided to oblige his wife's request. He fucked the hell out of her, his cock plowing her relentlessly as he strengthened his grip on the bed, which began to rock beneath him, fueled by raw instinct, pure love that was only going to grow stronger. Shining could feel the ache in his nuts, the buildup in his cock, his flare throbbing deep inside his wife as the moment of truth approached quickly.
Cadance could feel it too, her eyes listless as she was rocked beneath her husband's rough, wanton breeding. The thrill was like nothing she'd ever felt before, the love between them brighter and stronger than ever. But in mere moments, Shining Armor's love would take root inside of her in the deepest possible way, and her body craved it, needed it more than she'd ever needed anything in her life. Her nipples burned, her abdomen coiled so tight she thought she would burst. Her hand pressed firmly into Shining Armor's chest while the other wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers digging into his broad back.
Together, the two felt themselves going over the edge with ragged, haggard gasps, Shining Armor's grunts of wild desire met by Cadance's cries of need. They could feel their climaxes coming fast, the room filled with sweat and slapping flesh, creaking bed and wails of delight. Then, with a moment of white-hot tension and hissing inhales, they felt the tension before the sweet, blissful, final release.
"Shining! Oh yes, Shining!"
"Ohhh, Cadance! Ohh Cadance, I'm cumming!"