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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:18:44No.34778159▶

>>34778163

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> It's well past midnight - nearly one, in fact - when the last of the guests is ushered out the door.
> You close the door perhaps a little bit harder than you should, but its resounding closure feels as if it lifts a great weight from your back.
"...and a merry Christmas to you too."
> Muttering the sarcastic utterance beneath your breath, you close your eyes and stretch mightily.
> The sleighbells wrapping your body jingle as you do; between the bridle, reins, stockings, and saddle he had... well, saddled you with for the party it didn't seem there was a single part of you which was free of them!
> Even the golden shackles on your fetlocks had a few looped from each, as did the bindings tying up your tail.
> (Okay, the freely-flowing alcohol might have something to do with just how sharp your bitterness was too.)
> Your eyes are still closed when Anonymous' hand brushes your neck.
> "C'mon, Cadance. Let's go get all this stuff off of you."
> His words are a tantalizing offer of relief; aside from the purely physical stress of the tack binding your body, having to put on the act of the submissive, broken Princess was a wight all of its own.
> But...
"Are you certain, master? There's still much cleaning to be done."
> Twisting your head about, you eye him questioningly.
> Anonymous just laughs softly, though, and pats the saddle.
> "Nah. The house ponies know where all this goes; you'd just get in the way. C'mon, my little 'reindeer'. You're off-duty."
> Well, you aren't going to argue too much!
> Your Master pauses briefly to glance in at Megan's room - the girl already entombed in thick, winter covers with a bit of Flurry Heart's mane protruding from beneath them - then heads for the stairs.
> As you follow him up, it becomes abundantly clear that you weren't the only one feeling the effects of alcohol at this hour.
> Anonymous sways from side to side, humming some jaunty tune beneath his breath as he heads for his room.

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:19:46No.34778163▶

>>34778167

>>34778159 #

> "Be right back. Gotta put one thing away, then I can help you."
> That's fine by you; while he is gone, you wander into his room.
> The song he'd been humming has managed to work itself into your tipsy brain, and you find yourself strutting in a little circle on the plush carpet - swinging from side to side and tossing your head as the tune develops and flows.
> Maybe it was something about really, really knowing that the awful evening was over at last, but it's so easy to just let go and enjoy the music flowing through your heart take-
> "God damn this is going to feel good!"
> You squeak as Anonymous wanders into the room, quickly bringing yourself to a halt.
> The moment the bedroom door is closed his heavy jacket is tossed aside to drape over a chair, soon followed by the bowtie.
> Each shoe thunks off a different corner, and Anonymous throws himself onto the bed with a light whoop.
> In spite of the humiliation that you had suffered the past few hours, a little smile plays about your lips.
> There was something... comforting about seeing him relaxed like this.
> Not the Master, but a man - a man glad the day's responsibilities were over with.
> "God, the party was fine but I thought they'd never get out of here. Every time, it was 'hey, let me show you this hundred-thousand-dollar car I'm getting my kid'!"
"Nevermind the 'let's just sing one more song' part."
> "Oh, shit. If I have to hear one more version of 'jingle bells' -"
"I promise I will not be responsible."
> "Ah, hell. From you, it might not be too bad."
> Propping himself up on one elbow, Anonymous shoots you a little grin.
> "I mean, you sang pretty good when they asked. I was afraid you were going to half-ass it, Cadance, but no - you were really into it."
> In spite of yourself, the heat of a blush touches your cheeks.
"...I would never do anything to embarrass you, Master."

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:20:51No.34778167▶

>>34778173

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>>34778163 #

> "Ah, bullshit. That was a lot more than just 'not embarrassing'. But c'mere, I promised I'd get that stuff off you."
> With no small eagerness, you trot to the edge of the bed.
> Immediately his hands are grasping (perhaps somewhat awkwardly fumbling) to undo the sleigh-bell straps and pull them from your tack.
> One by one the strips of bells fall to the floor; then his hands go for your hooves.
> "Up for me?"
> You're all too eager to lift a hoof to help him get the shackles off; even if they were only gold painted, they were still heavy!
> As the last shackle falls away, you prance in tight circles with a joyous little circle.
> Celestia above, just that much felt good to have off!
> Anonymous laughter interrupts your reverie.
> "Have I ever mentioned that you're fucking adorable when you're happy, Cadance?"
> This time the flush which comes to your cheeks is fiercer and sharper.
"No, Master. I don't believe you have."
> Damn that alcohol.
> If only you had ever learned a spell for instant sobriety!
> You can't even stop a slight sway in your steps as you turn yourself back over to him.
> "...well, you are. Least I'm the only one who gets to see it, though. All mine."
"Oh, so I wasn't good enough this evening?"
> A hand settles on your mane, petting through the pink, purple, and gold strands around the straps of the bridle.
> "Oh, you were damn perfect - for the role.. But I still like seeing a little more than perfect."
> Ooooh, that feels good.
> Like, really good.
> That bridle always did dig into your cheeks a bit - feeling more like an instrument of bondage than of jewelry the way some Canterlot mares had worn them.
> So good, in fact, that the next thing you know your muzzle is buried in Anonymous' bed's covers, and your Master has a hand running through your mane.
> "W-What? I - I don't -"
> "Hey. Hey, c'mon Cadance. No conking out on me just yet. It's super cute and all, but we need to get you properly to bed."

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:21:54No.34778173▶

>>34778183

>>34778167 #

"I'm - I'm sorry. I guess I might have had a bit too much to drink."
> "It's fine."
> He grins, offering a light wink.
> "We know each other plenty well enough to not be afraid of showing each other the 'real' us."
"Well, in that case I have to admit it's pretty nice to see more from you than 'the role'-"
> "Plus, did I mention you were damn stunning?"
> The squeak of surprise you give is anything but with princess-ly dignity.
> "I'm serious. All this evening - when you were dancing earlier while I put the stuff away. Hell, even conked out just now."
> Turning away shyly, you focus on the flush of his cheeks is and slightly out-of-focus eyes.
> Had he actually seen that - dancing in this damn tack getup?
> Damn it; your dignity might never recover.
> Hopefully the booze would make him forget...
"Master, please! You've had quite a bit of alcohol too."
> "...yeah, true. I am a little tipsy, huh?"
> Anonymous pulls back, watching while you stand up from the bed on all four hooves and shake yourself.
"Why - why don't we just get the rest of this off, please?"
> "Aww. Sure you don't want to do a little more dancing for me?"
> You spin about, ready to lecture him.
> Barely have you taken two steps when a hoof catches on one of the sleigh-bell straps laying on the floor.
> With a high-pitched whinny you tumble forward muzzle-first, but it is warm hands which catch you.
"Eeep!"
> "Woah, now..."
> Anonymous' lips are close enough that you can feel the soft breath puffing across your muzzle.
> "If you wanted to be more clear about it, Cadance, you just had to say..."
"I - I didn't -"
> You can feel his hands on your flanks, even through the weight of the saddle.
> Pressing.
> Gripping.
> Your heart fluttering against them.
"M-Master. This-"
> Isn't appropriate.
> He is your Master; he can define what is 'appropriate'!
> "Really, Cadance. It's not a sin to let go for a little bit."
"But I didn’t say I was going to- mmpphmmm!"
> Oh.
> Wow.

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:23:22No.34778183▶

>>34778185

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>>34778173 #

> Human lips are... softer than you'd expected, considering the lack of muzzle.
> And warm.
> And-
> Pulling back with a gasp, you find yourself breathing unexpectedly hard - your wings having joined your heart in fluttering nervously.
"Master!"
> Your horn lights, but for some reason you can't muster yourself to push him back.
> "S'okay to have some fun, Cadance..."
“I-I’m not supposed to-”
> Words once again turn to a small cry of surprise as one of his hands finds it way down to squeeze - right over your cutie mark.
> It peters out with a gasp:
> Not just that he had dared, but that it had felt-
> Had felt-
> How long had it been since somepony had touched you like that?
> Not that way specifically - the grip of his fingers was an entirely new experience - but...
> With a need.
> Desire.
> You don't need to open your magic to sense Anonymous' emotions right now; his eyes speak openly of them.
"I'm... please, Master, a-are you sure you really want to - right now -!"
> His answer is another kiss - deep, long, and in a way you haven't felt for a while.
> "Sure think I do..."
> You give a little whimper, and Anonymous strokes your cheek with a hand.
> "Come on now, Cadance. We've been sharing a bed at least every other night now? You really going to get spooked now?"
"This is different!"
> "Yes, it is. This is better."
> And then he is kissing you again - lips pressing to yours with a faster, hungerier pressure than the last time.
> You're falling onto the bed again:
> Tumbling, rolling, arms tangling with legs, wings an awkward fumbling mess that leaves you feeling like a fifteen-year-old filly again-
> His lips on your neck - no, his teeth on your neck, nibbling in a way that makes your coat prickle in an electrified nervousness.
"Nnngh!"
> "Oh, now that's a noise I know..."
> It's one you know too.
> But not one you meant to make!
"M-Master, I'm begging you, t-think about what you’re doing!"

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:24:24No.34778185▶

>>34778186

>>34778183 #

> "Oh, don't play with me Cadance. I am thinking. Thinking about you prancing around right in front of me, waving those hips around while dressed like that-!"
> Celestia help you, the bridle and saddle!
> You'd completely forgotten about them - the tail wrap too!
> A fresh heat returns to your cheeks as you realize that yes - you really must have given him quite the show when you were dancing earlier.
> "Now that's what I like seeing."
"Mmmmph!"
> You stifle your voice, no longer trusting it.
> Unfortunately, what comes out instead is a whining, needy nicker.
> Anonymous raises an eyebrow, his hands trailing down your sides.
> "You're allowed to show me what you're really feeling, Cadance. What you're really wanting."
> Wanting-
> You don't want this.
> But you do want this.
> Or something like it.
> Fuck, your tail--!
> It's flicking up, and with the wrap still on every millimeter it rises would give Anonymous more of a view.
> As much as you want to deny it, there's also a growing heat between your haunches.
> A tingling expectation of what will come-
> Just hormones, Cadance.
> Just stupid hormones, set in motion by alcohol and driving your drunken body to do what you didn't want!
> Your thoughts are derailed just as you were getting focused again, when Anonymous lifts his hips to press against your rump.
> The pressure - and it is pressure, because there is something very firm between his legs pressing into you - sets off a shock that runs from your hips, along your spine, right up into your skull.
> How long had it been since you had felt that?!
> It's an emotion - a sense - of utter shock that leaves you paralyzed for a moment while he grinds there, and to your horror Anonymous takes that moment of pause as license to go ahead and press harder.
> Finally you somehow wrench back control your muscles from raw, hormonal instinct and pull yourself off of him:

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:25:38No.34778186▶

>>34778188

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>>34778185 #

> Tumbling onto the bed in a confusing mess of legs and wings, catching your breath and shaking your head to try and clear your mind.
> The action sets your bridle jingling, and at the same time you - 
> Oh, Harmony help you.
> You smell.
> Not of sweat or body odor or whiskey (though maybe that last one, just a bit), but...
> Of arousal.
> You don't know how you didn't catch it before, but the scent of your need is thick in the air - accompanying the prickling in your coat and eager, expectant tingling beneath your tail.
> Something else jingling catches your attention, and your head twists just in time to catch Anonymous' pants fall to the floor before he is on you again.
> The bed shifting as he climbs atop you and straddles your back; your hooves scrabble uselessly at the covers and wings beat against his thighs.
> Your horn!
> You have a horn, Cadance!
> Use it already!
> Internally berating yourself, you try and focus through the haze of alcohol and hormones to gather the magic into your horn.
> But Anonymous chose that exact moment to slap your cutie mark and tug on the reins attached to your bridle; your head snaps back and a whinny escapes your lips as the magic sputters instead.
> Harmless sparks shoot into the air, and if your muzzle weren't already crimson it would be now!
"M-Master, please-"
> "Oh, you don't have to say 'please', Cadance. Trust me, I will."
> "But-"
> But...
> You're not for him.
> He's not yours.
> He is your Master, your owner, your captor.
> So -
> So why are you so damn wet?!
> Tugging on the bridle, he reels your head back - turning your neck into a long, graceful arch so that he can press his lips to yours again.
> You don't want this; it's not right for him to claim you.
> But you do want this; it's been so long since anyone did.
> When your lips part, Anonymous is still so close you can't even think about what to say.
> In this state, you feel like a teenaged filly again.

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:26:40No.34778188▶

>>34778191

>>34778186 #

> His presence is overwhelming, and not merely because he has you trapped to the bed-
> Oh, damn it all!
> Just thinking about that made your tail swish and wings twitch again.
> "You want me, don't you Cadance?"
"I..."
> You can't say yes.
> Neither can you make yourself say 'no', though.
> “Cadance…”
> The demanding look - the ordering, dominating tone - is gone for just a moment.
> “...you can answer me, Cadance. Do you want this? I didn’t force you to stay with me before at night.”
“I…”
> You are confused.
> Uncertain.
> Overwhelmed by conflicting thoughts.
> “Cadance. This is private. Between us. You’re their leader, but you’re also a woman - a mare - and you’re allowed to have personal wants too.”
> Wants - Celestia, yes, you body wants this!
> “It’s very easy, Cadance. All you have to say is three words - ‘I want you’. Do you want me, Cadance?”
“I…”
> Don’t you?
“I w-want yo-oou-”
> So caught up in your own thoughts are you that when Anonymous drops his underwear, you only notice when he presses himself to your rump again.
> Breath catches in your throat; you could - could feel him.
> Not just his touch, but that one specific part of him - the most critical part of him - pressing against you.
"Eeep!"
> A response doubly humiliating reaction because of how wet he finds you.
> And yet, somehow among all of this the first thing which comes to your mind is-
"The tights! Don't tear the tights!"
> It had been hard enough to get your tail through the little hole in them and figure out how the straps on the saddle which held them up worked!
> If he just pushed ahead in his lust, he'd-
> Sharp and distinct, the sound of tearing fabric makes you wince - and stirs something in your belly.
> He really, really wanted you.
> So much that simply rending the fabric aside to expose you wasn't a concern for him.
> That's -

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:27:43No.34778191▶

>>34778193

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>>34778188 #

> Any further thought is wiped aside as his tip slides along your marehood - warm, probing, and hard.
> Demanding.
> You squirm on the bed, twisting your head - pulling the reins in Anonymous' grasp - and fighting to be able to look him in the eye.
> Doing so leaves you panting softly, with your mane falling over your face in loose strands.
> But, at last, able to see Anonymous' face in full.
> Able to see the desire written on it.
> "You always told me your magic is the magic of the heart. Can't you tell that you want this?"
> Yes.
> You can.
> And you can tell he does too; you don't need to see his face to know that.
> A low whimper escapes your lips as he probes at your entrance.
> Your mind - your heart - being torn in two:
> He was your master, your owner, your captor - the one who had wielded a whip against you, and now held the reins to your bridle - the ultimate symbol of your bondage to him - in his fist.
> Controlling you.
> On the other hand, he was distinctly and overwhelmingly male - overwhelming your thoughts with a desire, a basic and instinctual need that no amount of time with your hoof or magic had been able to satisfy.
> Needing him.
> Needing-
> Unbidden by any deliberate thought, your tail hitched itself up a fraction of an inch higher.
> An electric current seemed to course through your brain as Anonymous - your Master - slid himself in to you.
"A-AAAAAAH!"
> This was it:
> The single thing you had feared, had dreaded every second of every day since the collar had first been put around your throat.
> Now that it was happening, though, the only shame which burned on your cheeks was that you were letting it happen - bridle and saddle making you a good, obedient, tacked up girl - rather than it was.
> No - that you were enjoying it happening.
> The burning of your marehood as he filled it, though, is far hotter and brighter.

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:28:45No.34778193▶

>>34778197

>>34778191 #

> Anonymous' weight fell on your back as a hand fell to the saddle, gripping it - pulling on it - to give him leverage.
> His hips meet yours as he hilts himself, and your head rolls back in a gasp.
> Strands of mane spill over your neck; teeth grip the bit in your mouth; a low, pleasured whinny bursts from your throat.
"H-Hah -"
> Your words are cut off as another stinging slap lands on the other cutie mark.
> He gives a tug on the reins, pulling your neck into an arch and holding it there as he draws out of your marehood - and drives himself hilt-deep once more.
> White halos nibble at the edges of your vision as you wink against him.
> Analytically, it was not the best sex you had ever had.
> But between the alcohol dimming all rational faculties and the sudden shock after being gone so long...
> Your legs collapse as all strength goes out of them.
> Anonymous is hissing something into your ear, but the exact words are lost.
"O-Oh, fuck..."
> Feeling yourself wink against his shaft is only a split-second of warning before the pulse of electric pleasure surges up your spin and straight into your brain.
> Your hips are rolling now, meeting his thrusts, and your neck is arched back to meet the pull of the bridle.
> A pull that Anonymous is putting to great use:
> He is leaned forward over your hips, one hand on the saddle and the other holding your reins taught.
> As your tempo increases, he pulls even further forward - meeting your head as it is yanked back, hissing through his teeth straight into your ear:
> "My Princess - mine. I've owned you for so long, but now - now you really belong to me!"
"You-ooors, aaaah!"
> If pleasure hadn't been overwhelming your mind, that kind of declaration would have evoked anger or terror.
> Now?
> A weird kind of vulnerability - a pleasurable vulnerability! - forms in your belly.
> Here he was:
> A monster, a predator, a slaver, conquering you.

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:30:00No.34778197▶

>>34778199

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>>34778193 #

> And when he releases the saddle to slap your cutie mark - fingers digging into the flesh of your rump - you wink hard against his shaft almost immediately.
"Ga-aaaaaaaah!"
> The bit has fallen between your teeth, preventing you from forming coherent words. 
> Not that any words would say much; both of you seem to have been brought to the point of incoherence by your coupling.
> Rather than speak anymore, Anonymous closes his teeth on your ear - not hard enough to hurt, but enough to once again remind you of the predator crouched over you.
> Enough to remind you of what you are:
> Not a Princess, not even an alicorn, but a trapped little pegasus - a birdie pinned beneath her captor.
> Finally you manage to slip the bit back into the gap between your teeth, regaining coherent speech again:
"M-Maaaster, p-please-"
> Rather than reply, he dug his fingers even deeper into your cutie mark - into your flank - and started to drive himself that much harder.
> Why eludes you for a moment, until it clicks in your sex-clouded mind:
> He was going to cum.
> Soon.
> Hard.
> 'Inside' didn't cross your mind until a sort of gasp-sigh came from Anonymous' lips and he hilted himself in you one last time.
> And then-
> Another tidal wave of pleasure overwhelms your mind, your clit had winked straight against his shaft as it pulsed with hot seed.
> That was all that was needed to push you over the edge as well.
> How long it lasted wasn't something you were totally sure of; your subjective time seemed to have been washed out to sea by a tsunami of pleasure.
> Your limbs are still twitching when the white fades from your vision - hooves and wings spasming on the bed.
> "Cadance - hey, Cadance. Are you actually okay?"
"I..."
> A few more breaths, and the tide of fuzz in your mind is receding to the point something like coherent words appear.
"Yeah, I - ah - wow -"

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:31:02No.34778199▶

>>34778201

>>34778197 #

> When you train of thought reassembles itself, so comes with it an understanding of what had just been done to you:
> Anonymous - your Master - had finished... inside of you.
> And it had made you...
> A fresh wave of prickles makes your coat stand on end and feathers twitch.
"Sweet Harmony, if this is what going for a dry spell did to you..."
> "Oh, so that's what it was..."
> It definitely wasn't the experience of being trapped under a predator and... claimed by him.
> Not at all.
> Not one bit.
> "I was a little worried there. Some of the noises you made... I don't actually think I've ever heard a pony make them."
> Flopping down on the bed beside you, Anonymous is also breathing heavily.
> Oh, and nude.
> You try not to think about that too much, but there's no running from the truth of what you just did:
> You slept with Anonymous.
> He filled you, and you - you came, hard.
> And the afterglow is still noticeable.
"I..."
> Again, the bit gets in your way.
> Anonymous' hands are there, though - quickly and dexterously undoing the latch holding it to the bridle, finally pulling the hated thing free-
> Well...
> Was it really so hateful?
> I mean...
> When he had tugged on its reins...
> Fingers brush your cheek; Anonymous is smiling softly as he brushes them through your coat.
> "Hey. You know it's okay to enjoy yourself, right? I don't have to be your enemy, and it doesn't make you - any less of a Princess or anything to have enjoyed that."
"Easy for you to say..."
> "It's Christmas, Cadance. Have a little holiday spirit."
"By getting myself drunk, and letting you rut me senseless?"
> "By enjoying yourself."
> Enjoying yourself
> Turning your head around, you look back at yourself - and become aware that his seed was still dripping out of you.
> You should probably go do something about that.
"I'll - I"ll be right back, okay?"
> Slipping from the bed, you light your horn and manage to undo the saddle's many straps.

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:34:01No.34778201▶

>>34778206

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>>34778199 #

> Letting it fall free releases a pressure from your back; you give a little happy nicker and stretch luxuriously.
> After that comes the socks; the two on your forelegs were easy enough to work off; getting the pantyhose off your rump and down your haunches - without damaging them further - is tougher.
> Your ears prick at a little gasp as you do.
> Swiveling your head; you feel an immediate blush return to your cheeks as you realize Anonymous had just been watching!
> And why shouldn't he - you had just given him quite the show!
> ...not to mention, it was utterly apparent how much he was enjoying watching it!
> Anonymous glances down at his shaft, then at you, then grins widely:
> "Just like I said before, Cadance. You can't blame me if you're dancing that butt of yours around right in front of me."
> Squeaking, you blush from your nose to ear-tips!
"That's - I didn't mean to-"
> "What, you forgot? Six seconds after standing up?"
> That red shade grows, and you shoot him a little glare.
"No! Just - you want - again? Already?!"
> Anonymous turns himself to sit up and stand as well:
> "Hey, you aren't the only one who had a bit of a dry spell..."
> Reaching out to grab the reins of the bridle still wound around your head.
> "But that's okay. If you want to lure me in, well - I know just what we can do next."
"W-Wait-"
> He accused you of luring him in, but from your perspective it was yourself who was being inexorably drawn forward as he reeled you hand-over-hand ever closer:
> With each turn, your muzzle was pulled ever closer to his groin.
> To his shaft - still soaked in his seed and - and your arousal.
"W-Wait-"
> "From the sounds of things, I gave you an orgasm that damn near broke you. You can repay the favor, can't you?"
> He's - no!
> You're not some - some prettied-up whorse who will take your master in your mouth aaaaaoh Sweet Harmony he's grabbed you by your mane and pushed you in-
> "That's my good girl..."
> I-Is it so wrong?

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:35:03No.34778206▶

>>34778208

>>34778201 #

> You'd already taken his seed into you; was it that much worse to use your mouth...?
> Opening your lips, you lick them nervously and then - experimentally - reach out to touch your tongue to him:
> Tasting the saltiness of his seed.
> Tasting yourself.
> "Open wide, Cadance."
> By the time you realize what is going on, he has already slipped half of himself in past your lips.
> Oh, Celestia help you - you can taste everything!
> This wasn't the first time you'd done this, but - - still!
> Well.
> It's too late to make turning back worth anything now; you let your head begin to bob in long, smooth, slow motions.
> Anonymous gives a little gasp as the warm slickness of your tongue touches his still-sensitive shaft.
> But as you take him the rest of the way in?
> All but collapsing on the bed, Anonymous throws his head back with a hefty moan; you can see hairs prick up as goosebumps texture his bare skin.
> "God damn, Cadaaaaa-ah!"
> Experience had taught you how to put your tongue to good use; even better, your long muzzle was probably much deeper than anything Anonymous had experienced before.
> Now - as your tongue darted, swirled around the swollen head of his shaft - he seemed almost paralyzed by the pleasure you were giving him.
> So focused were you that the sudden grip of his hands on the back of your head came as an utter surprise; their drawing you forward until your lips met his groin was completely unforseen.
"MmmmmrrrRRRrrrph!"
> Your muffled protest yielded no relent.
> Peering up at him both your eyes wide - and, as your breath runs out and lungs begin to burn, increasingly tearful - eyes makes him shudder again.
> Finally relief comes; his grip loosens and you pulls your head free.
> Spit (and worse things) flick into the air as you stumble back.
> "You okay, Cadance?"
"I - yes, sorry, just a moment."
> "Sure, sure."
> Sitting up, he winks again.
> "Just hoping you're not going to leave me hanging without a finish here."
"No, but-"

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:36:10No.34778208▶

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> Standing up again, you light your horn and nudge him back on the bed.
> Anonymous lands with a thud and surprised 'oof', looking up as you climb up on top of the bed to stand straddling him.
"-I'm not going to let you do that again either."
> "W-Wait-"
> You flick your tail, long pink strands teasingly sweeping over his shaft.
"Don't you worry. You'll get your finish. But if I'm going to get fucked - well, I'm going to take some pleasure in it too."
> Carefully dropping to your haunches, you let your magic find his shaft and guide it into your marehood - already wet, winking, and ready for another round.
> Anonymous' mouth falls open as you take him in... and in... and in.
> You, too, are relishing the feeling - gritting your teeth as he fills you up.
> From this angle, you could take so much more of him in - could fill yourself so much deeper with him.
> A little oath is muttered beneath your breath.
> Rocking your hips to set the pace seems to wake Anonymous from his stupor; though the reins have now fallen to pool on his chest he ignores them.
> Instead both his hand land stinging blows on your flanks, fingers again digging in to your cutie marks and using your ample rump as leverage - as if he could draw you even deeper down onto him.
> "F-Fu-uuck, Cadance-"
"I-I know-"
> You stead yourself on three hooves, haunches seeming to turn to jello as you wink against him.
> Already you could feel the climax building in your long-deprived nethers - coming on much faster than before.
> If he kept going, though, you'd -
> O-Oh, fu-

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> Sunlight streaming in through the windows is the first thing to make you stir in the morning, and given that it is the depths of winter that means it must already be quite late.
> That fact jams itself into your brain for only a second before the rest of your circumstances follow it through:
> The warmth of Anonymous' skin pressed against your coat as he spooned against you.

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:37:12No.34778210▶

>>34778216

>>34778208 #

> His arm circling your barrel, tucked beneath a wing to rest on your belly.
> ...the soreness of your marehood, resentfully protesting a long night of considerable use.
> And, of course, the smell.
> Hours had dimmed its sharpness, but could not mask the musk of desire and intimacy.
> Though your memory was still a bit of a blur right now, it was obvious that you'd been... exceedingly busy the prior night.
"M-Master..."
> You turn your head to nuzzle his shoulder; he only stirs and grumbles - shoving his face further into the covers.
> "G'morning, Cadance..."
"I need to go, Master. It's late already, judging by the sun, and I'll need to wash up before I can see my ponies."
> Thoroughly.
> Anonymous, though, only tightens his grip on you and squirms against your body.
> "No y'don't. It's Christmas. You're all off."
> Oh.
> Right.
> The party.
> And that outfit, the liquor, and-
> Your mind cancels that line of thought before it can take you too far.
"O-Oh. I'd forgotten. It's not one of hour holidays, so I-"
> "You were thinking about getting fucked silly."
> Snorting with annoyance, you bury your face in the covers too.
> Unfortunately that does little to hide your ears from Anonymous' mocking laughter.
> "Besides, I don't think you'd want to go wandering out to see your ponies with these-"
> A finger taps your cutie mark.
> "-on your butt."
> Wait, what?
> Lifting your head, you crane about to look at your cutie mark, and - Harmony protect you, are those handprints?!
> You give a little embarrassed squeal, to which Anonymous only laughs again:
> "Don't blame me. You have a quite slappable ass, and you were wiggling it very enticingly..."
"S-Shut up."
> Rather than argue, Anonymous sits up and slips an arm around you.
> You hold yourself away from him for just long enough to preserve your pride - and then lean in against his shoulder, letting your head rest in the hollow beneath his neck.
> "You enjoyed it too, didn't you?"

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 Lurkernon !8NyhHFviMk 12/25/19(Wed)09:39:18No.34778216▶

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> Rather than his typical smirking, needling tone the question comes as... well, and honest question.
"I... did."
> And your reply, with a non-zero amount of surprise.
> For something you had feared so long, the actual experience...
> Well, you had seen Anonymous at his worst.
> This had not been it.
> As if to reinforce your thoughts, Anonymous pulls you even further against his chest and lays back down in bed - keeping you pressed to his bare skin as he plants a small kiss on your forehead, just beneath the horn.
> "Well... I can't say I expected to see this present coming, but-"
> One last kiss - small, light, but still tender and straight on the lips.
> "-merry Christmas, Cadance."

Instead of a F&S 2 update, you get this: A "What If?" scenario from an alternate CYOS path where you opted to pursue Cadance more... aggressively. (Another, alternative path would have made it less 'drunken fun' and much more tender of a moment.) Partially reconstructed from old notes, partially built from drunken lust - it's my holiday gift to the thread. Hope you all enjoy it!