Every Prince Deserves a Princess

I stood within a blue void, nothingness on all sides. Spinning in every direction did me no favors toward deducing my surroundings, though I did notice the peculiar fact that I was... floating. It was as though I was treading water in an endless, cyan sea, rotating and wondering just where I had managed to get to. I couldn't seem to remember anything before the event, bar bits and pieces of knowledge from the distant past. Was it a dream? It must have been. There was no other way...

"Prince," came a female voice, echoing off the nothingness and coming from all sides. The voice was a familiar one, and sent a cold shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, once again spinning around to search for an answer. Unfortunately... I received one, little by little, as the pieces began to fall into place. It had to be a dream. It had to be a dream, for if it was not, I was about to die.

Slowly, the sickening, sweet aroma filled the air, turning the atmosphere around my body a light pink. A soft pink- Cadenza pink. A surge of anger flew through my chest as the audacity of this creature showed without restraint. How could they have dared to play my emotions against me, with accompaniment from such an alluring fragrance? The stench became overpowering, drawing me in and wrapping my body in swathes of its sweet promise, one of lust and ecstasy. I grew to love the sensation, and so, my anger subsided... until she showed up.

A black cloud of whirling mist appeared from beneath me, slowly rising as its magenta eyes flickered to life through the dark veil. The form was absolutely massive, much greater than it had been in our past encounters, and glared down at me with a predatory, hungry, hateful gaze. It was a dream. It was just a dream...

"Prince Blueblood. Vladimir, as you are called. You continue to struggle, continue to fight, in the name of a stallion you care nothing for. The stallion whose foal is to be born on this day, to the mewling whore after whom you've lusted for years," she spat, the black mist beginning to encompass all around us.

"To be born on this day? How could you possibly... what day is this, you wicked demon?" I inquired, trying to back away from the frightening spectre that had chosen me as her personal plaything. If this was a cruel trick on account of Auntie Luna, I would have her head. It would have made sense, what with invading my dreams, her shadowy form, and that familiar look of disgust. Not to mention... she had been right there, the first time this tormentor had made herself known to me. She would be getting a visit once I awoke.

"It is the day after you retired to bed. Do you not remember? After becoming so soft, so friendly with the tinkerer, you went about your pointless existence, only to fall asleep and dream of me," the voice practically sang. Why would she so openly taunt me? If the event had indeed been a dream, then the entire threat was removed. I began to feel safe... for a moment.

"So I am still asleep."

"Oh, you're not asleep. You're merely entranced, and under my spell as you're being tended to by your favorite little minx," she replied with a fangy smile. Those teeth... they were long, deadly, dangerously curved, like those of a snake. I couldn't have thought of a sight more fitting.

"My... tended to? Cadenza?" I asked, hoping against hope. Whatever was occurring, it sent twinges of pleasure across my body, particularly to my little prince. As odd, freakish, and downright disturbing as this dream was getting... I began to enjoy it, and took another deep breath of the creature's bewitching scent. What did she know, and why was she sharing such knowledge so freely...?

"Perhaps, but that isn't important. While you're distracted, I have some information- we needn't be at odds. All you need to do is place Shining Armor in harm's way, and we would both benefit. You get what you desire, in a broken, desperate princess, and I progress one step farther down the road to what I need." The mist swirled through and past my body, forcing me to turn along with it. The movement wasn't voluntary... nor was the brick that had seemed to take up residence within my stomach. My mind raced at dangerous speeds, trying to find a motive, a reason... a decision. She did have a point- Shining Armor was progressively making my life worse with every breath he drew... but Celestia had a point as well, and one that I had already begun to pursue.

"What you need? And what, pray tell, is that?" I attempted to walk toward her, it, whatever this thing was, and found solid ground beneath my hooves... and an absolute throbbing in my most intimate parts. She was certainly correct... something was going on, within the waking world.

"Make Shining Armor vulnerable, and you'll see. It's that simple. I won't take no for an answer, prince," she spoke as the eyes moved down to the same level as mine. I witnessed my reflection within them, and saw a scared, confused colt, shuddering in pleasure as he tried to answer.

"I... oh, my..."

"Indeed. Perhaps this was a bad time to borrow your attention. Make your decision, before I make it for you," she sang, as the cloud began to float away from me. I gasped and pursued, running for all I was worth as I felt the blood throbbing through my legs, and other, nearby areas.

"Wait! I... c-can't simply..."

"And why can't you? Forget the words of that entitled swan, sitting atop her gilded throne. Pursue what you really desire, or meet death, face to face, sooner than you would ever expect." The apparition dissipated, leaving me alone in the pink, featureless void, to drown in the sourceless feelings of pleasure coursing through me. So much was on my mind, and so many questions were unanswered. I closed my eyes, trying to focus, but only able to fixate upon the sensations rippling through my lower body. As I opened them again, I found myself back in reality, reclining against a pillow upon my bed as I basked in the morning sun through the open curtains. Oh yes, she was definitely correct. I had found a partner for the night, and my heart soared as I wished that her words were true.

I let out a heavy, satisfied breath as I snaked my hoof downward to the rather large, bulbous lump bobbing up and down beneath the covers, performing its wonderful work. My hoof found a silky mane, and gently pushed down upon it, assisting the owner with their glorious efforts as I closed my eyes once again. How long had I been entranced? What mare had I invited back to my bedchambers this time? Could it truly be...?

"Oh, yes... yes, you are wonderful," I cooed, shivering in anticipation of my oncoming release. Mere moments later, a gasp escaped me as I found myself unable to hold it in any longer, and tightly gripped my partner's mane, forcing her to dig deeper with that talented muzzle. No resistance was to be found, and the resulting rush of feeling nearly caused me to fall back as I cried out, giving her my all. The wet, warm sensation of a skilled tongue never once left me, until long after the deed was done. With heavy breaths, I finally laid back, letting my mane contact the pillow as I stared down at the pony who had made my night. Slowly, the covers lifted as a pair of dark green hooves rolled them back, to reveal the form of Moss, wearing the dirtiest grin I had ever seen as he began to climb up my chest.