Title:           Getting to Know All About You: Part 15
Author:          TheOriginalAuteur
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/panivnWj
First Edit:      Thursday 19th of June 2014 06:16:25 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 19th of June 2014 06:16:25 AM CDT

>LAST TIME
>Cadence accidentally the whole table
>You used Crystal Powers to spy on Shining
>PLOT - Something has happened!
>We need Shining to contact Chrysalis!
>Fuck that - Shining hugs!
>The Whole is, once again, an AssWhole
>Heavy rutting of best buddy husbanbro.
>Rough Diamond ominously ominiuses inside our MINDS.
>Diamond is an AssWhole, and humiliates our lovable ponies!
>Shining dun give a fuck.
>Cadence nearly has a heart attack.
>Learn that more humiliation = more love for Cadence from the Crystal Ponies because the Whole is an omnipresent AssWhole.
>You ride your pony princess into the skies.
>AND NOW.
 
>IT IS MUCH LATER
>You are currently sitting in a familiar cafe in the Central Plaza
>You take a sip of your coffee, Singing at a passing pony.
>She Sings back and continues to trot on, smiling.
>You're getting used to this whole 'Singing' thing.
>It's not like an actual song, but something that reverberates inside you, like a vibration, that then travels through Crystal magic or some shit to ponies.
>But it makes a harmonious noise.
>And it's nice.
>Cadence meanwhile lays on the ground beside you.
>She lays between two waitresses, who nuzzle her affectionately.
>She sighs happily, a goofy grin on her face.
>Soaking up the love like a starved sponge.
>You've spent most of the ... day?
>You guess 'day' considering the sun is still stuck in the sky.
>You've spent most of the past few hours flying around Empire.
>When you started you realized only a few minutes after you'd left (And hanging on for dear life) that once again Cadence has soared off with you without clothes.
>And flying through the streets naked on a horse dressed up like a bondage slave was just unseemly and ungentlemanly.
>And pretty fucking embarassing.
>Luckily, Cadence was still slightly hesitant to meet ponies directly, despite her bravado, so you flew first to the outskirts, to Crushed Saphire Vineries.
>One gracefully landing onto your face and a CRYSTAL POWERS ACTIVATE later, you were dressed.
>You ended up meeting with a delightful old couple - Saphire Shoals and Plutonian Shore, who were on good terms with Cadence.
>You had met them much earlier, and had come across as a rather old-school type of couple.
>They disapproved of your untucked shirt and unkempt hair as they discussed vines with Cadence; the ancient accuse of the old against the Whippersnapper.
>But when you showed up on your Royal Cockslut mount, things were bizarrely different.
>After they were done with the whole you being 'the shard and king' rigamarole, and being appropriately posh about it, you ended up with a rather interesting conversation about how the vines were doing and economics.
>Go figure.
>Apparently the extended sunlight has been helping in the short term for the growth of the glistening vines, but eventually they fear the water supplies might run a little dry with the constant heat.
>While Crystalline Plants ("Remember to capitalize those deary, it's the official unique plant species subgroup of the entire Empire!") could withstand rather bleak conditions, they still needed some water to survive, and lots of water to be profitable.
>Then they went on to talk about those 'Poor working ponies' in other nations which are undoubtedly being affected by all this sun.
>Namely having their harvests ruined due to the heat and constant burning sun.
>Cadence joined in the conversation here, to talk about how Canterlot might handle the situation, and...things were still appropriately posh, with tea and crumpets, but much more affectionate.
>Shoals seemed to treat Cadence like a daughter, while Shore nuzzled the crap out of her when it was time to leave.
>Neither of them seemed to notice or care what she was wearing, or how she was behaving.
>Except Shore, who wanted some of 'that absolutely gorgeous material for Sunday Brunch'.
>One 'CRYSTAL POWERS ACTIVATE!' (and Cadence shaking her head in embarrasment) later, and she had ample enough to 'Make that snake Pomegranite green with envy!'.
>You slowly worked your way into Empire proper, meeting craftsmen, workers, merchants, scultpors, artists, teachers, doctors, businessmen, nobles.
>And with each meeting Cadence became more and more comfortable, jingling along with her shameless outfit, meeting pony after pony, and enjoying their affections and love.
>And you met your ponies, not as a strange ape who tagged along with Cadence to meet with them, but as their savior and sovereign.
>You healed some imperfections today, and did some weird thing that 'Enlightened' several ponies.
>There was much anxiety about the exclusion of everything non-crystalline, and the enivitable embargoes threatening trade, those who were missing loved ones out in the refugee camp.
>There were businesses in jeopardy due to loss of labour and investment, as well as the tourist industry getting hit hard by everything that was going on.
>You had to tell several ponies that it wasn't you, but the giant singing crystal from which their life springs that ordered it, and you'll try and convince it otherwise, but the chances were poor.
>Those were bad meetings.
>But some were quite fun, mucking around with some foals and a hoofball, posing for a crystal painter, hugging many, many ponies.
>And in the end, with all the trials and tribulations, you srill thoroughly enjoyed flowing with the Song that was Empire, finally ending here at the Princess' Cafe.
>"So naturally even with everything going on, Rhodes is STILL being a prick to Powder," 'matter-of-factly's Molten Magma, one of the waitresses.
>"Still?" gasps Cadence, "After all she's done, he STILL can't get over it?"
>"Yeah," sighs Molten, "it's very hard for him to move on from losing his Fast Cart collection,"
>"He did collect that over...how many years?" interjects the other waitress, Metamorpheseus, "I imagine that he'll remember this for a VERY long time!"
>"But he should grow up and see what's right in front of him!" says Cadence, crossly.
>"Maybe it's because Bizmuth is also in front of her, and also happens to be a hot stud?" suggests Meta
>Cadence rolls her eyes.
>"Look, we know YOU want to jump Bizmuth's impressive sausage," snarks Molten "but I don't think Sunny wants a 'big package', not after the time she got abducted by Prince Longshanks and was threatened by The Cock to End All Pussies."
>You honestly have no idea whether they're talking about a TV show or actual events.
>However, knowing that 'Longshanks' is an actual Prince of Nothavingham, and is rumoured to have a prestigiously sized penis, and how messed up Equestrian laws and nobility tend to be...
>It could go either way.
>"Besides, I know for a fact that Bizmuth has the hots for a certain Prince," states Cadence airly.
>Meta quickly puts her hooves to her ears.
>"NOPE," she yells, "Don't ruin my headcanon! Bizmuth is a pure, male heterosexual that is going to pump e full of foals one day!"
>"But does that count?" asks Molten, "I mean, Tiger Eye is rather girly." she leans in conspiratorially, "I have lesbian mare-friends who'd jump him."
>"I don't think Meta would care, unless she was a girly colt," quips Cadence.
>"That could TOTALLY work," replies Meta, removing her hooves from her ears, "Or maybe even just have me on the side, like a casual session every now and then to reaffirm his masculinity,"
>"Sounds like someone I may know," says Cadence knowingly, giving you a sly glance.
>The waitresses glance at you as well.
>Then quickly turn their heads when they notice you're staring right at them, giggling.
>You turn your head away from the gossip and the girly laughing therein contained, to watch a silvery unicorn in snappy atire and a muddy-red mare with an elegant dress, wearing an elaborate hat and holding an elaborate fan approach.
>You groan internally.
>Canterlot has Prince Blueblood.
>Empire has Duchesses Sodium Sandstone and Desert Rose.
>Back when you met them with Cadence and you were technically above them in titles, they wouldn't add your title half the time, but if you don't refer to them by their full titles they get pissy.
>Heck, after a while Rose flat-out ordered you to leave to spare her looking at your feral uncouth body.
>Considering how much like Rarity she was you obliged.
>But now you're the King, and you're right at the top.
>Meaning that if something goes even slightly wrong, they'll go straight to you.
>Given the topic of exclusion has been hurting businesses, namely nobles, this meeting was enevitable.
>Sodium magics up a chair and sits opposite you without asking, all business, while Rose gives a polite bow and takes another chair, again without asking.
>"Salutations my King," says Sodium, her song a royal flourish of trumpets, "How is your day?"
>You go to open your mouth.
>"Excellent," she continues without waiting, "Now, to business."
>Rose titters, her song a tinkle on a glockenspiel.
>"Now now Sandy, please, while we must discuss important business with our Lord and Liege, there is still time for decorum!" she turns to you, "I apologise, your Grace, for Sodium's rude behaviour, but we are in a bit of a bind."
>"Indeed," says Sodium, "Business that needs to be dwelt with-" She points a hoof at you with each word "as, fast, as, possible!"
>You internally groan again.
"Shouldn't you two be talking to Precious Ore about-"
>"Why, Anonymous!" gasps Rose, "Is that any way to talk to your supportive and loyal nobles? To talk to them as if they were common, rogueish commoners like them?"
>She points a hoof to the waitresses and Cadence beside you.
>Specifically at Cadence.
>"Why, the outrage!" she cries dramatically, "The unmitigated gall! The-"
>"Yes it's all very horrible," says Sodium quickly and flatly, "But now the issue - how long do you plan on keeping non-Crystalline ponies out?"
>Rose glares at Sodium briefly while you rub your forehead.
"Sorry, but that's kind of out of my hands," you reply, apologetic.
>Sodium frowns, eyes narrowed.
>"But you did after all make that pronounciation against all non-ponies when you suceeded, didn't you?" she accuses.
"Well, not really-"
>"Then they can come back in?" Sodium says, hopeful.
"No, because -"
>"Oh I see, you want us nobles to suffer, Anon?" accuses Sodium
"Sodium, please just-"
>"Did you hear that Rosey," says Sodium, shocked, "Anon doesn't care about us nobles!"
>"Shocking!" declares Rose, outraged, fanning herself, "To think after all we've done for Empire!"
>You stare, blankly at them.
"That wasn't me, that was -"
>"Anonymous, surely you can remember to at least have SOME dignity and refer to us by our rightful titles when addressing us." says Rose
>Your eye twitches.
"Can't I just-"
>"Anonymous, you HAVE to let those ponies in, specifically the ones that work for Alkaline Earth Industries," says Sodium, "Or there will be consequences."
"Like me throwing you into the sun?" you reply.
>You know you shouldn't be pissing off nobles right now, but god damn these two are hypocritical.
>Sodium blinks at you.
>"You wouldn't," she says, blankly.
"You come over here, and sit at my table without permission, treat me like crap while acting all high and mighty, and you won't listen to me when I'm trying to tell you that-"
>"The indignity!" Rose exclaims, fanning herself heavily, "To threaten the most prostigious nobles, who come from the lineage of High Emperor Geo himself! Why, how he must feel right now!"
>"He'd be turning in his grave," says Sodium, somberly.
>You look between them, pissed off.
"Let's see, hmm?"
>Sodium and Rose tentatively look at each other, then back at you as you stand.
>You look down into the crystal, and search for a song.
>You raise your hand as you find it and call it forth.
>The crystal bubbles, shadow dances, and from the ground emerges a tall alicorn.
>Sodium remains frozen to the spot as Rose begins to fan herself wildly.
>His wings stretch as his eyes open.
>"Who dare disturbeth mine slumber?" he yells, loudly.
>You FEEL Cadence have a nerdgasm.
"Sup," you eloquently address the First High Emperor Geo.
>He turns his head to you.
>"Lo, Shard," he articulates, "Arth thee require?"
"These two of your descendants are being difficult." you gesture to Rose and Sodium.
>"Fie! Mine own blood doth offend?" he turns to Rose and Sodium, "Prithee, describe th' source o'thou worry!"
>Sodium is still statue-still, eyes wide.
>Rose is quicker off the mark.
>"Oh High Geo!" she bows lowly, "Most beneficial, the Most Gracious Emperor of Crystaldom! The Great-"
>"Thou neeth naught but spake to Me, Mine own blood," he soothes.
>Rose rises at once, and clears her throat.
>"Forgive us, O Geo, but Anonymous here is-"
>"Hold!" cries Geo, "Art mine own blood, prithee - hath thoust forgot thy custom? Thoust speak to Our Vessal upon thy Waking Earth, King Anonymous! Thy shall useth thy tongue inth' proper manner of an Patrician, not a base Rougemare!"
>You can't really grasp the old language that Geo speaks, but you believe that may have been a burn.
>Rose's mouth twitches, while Sodium grinds her teeth.
>"I once again beg for forgiveness," she bows again, "But Anonymous, Crystal King and Shard Incarnate, is neglecting his duties to us nobles! He fails to grant us access to the outside world, and thus threatens our livelihood with petty vengance against Equestria!"
>Geo looks at Rose for a moment, then turns back to you.
>"They know not?" he says.
"I've been trying to tell them," you exasperate, "but they keep interrupting,"
>Geo frowns, thoughtful.
>He closes his eyes and raises his head up for a moment, before turning back to Rose.
>"Duchess Desert Rose of Bauxite, Duchess Sodium Sandstone of Sediment," he addresses, "Thou outrage misses thy mark. For 'twas by th'wil'o the Whole that thoust recieve mischief, not King Anonymous. And 'tis by Our Mighty Will that remove the horrid creatures that gnaw, gnash and gnab upon Our Greatness."
>Sodium blinks, coming out of her stunned status.
>"So, then, how will we be able to continue production to support Empire and ourselves?" she states.
>Geo fixates on Sodium.
>"Ah, a child of Magnesia." he grimaces, "I am unrepentant o' mine hatred of the House of Alkali." he sighs, "But thy inherited professism speaks true. An Empire, like an animal, requires food in th' gut and water upon th' palette. But it needs be protected from little things that corrupt th' function,"
>He adopts a thoughtful expression
>"I recomend thy move thy ... wraughtplaces? Smithees?" he attempts to articulate, unsure, "The source of thy wealth outside Our Magnificence, if thou require Equestrian smiths. Flip'o'coin, thou shall make useful Crystalpon in thy smithees."
>Sodium groans.
>"But it'll take time and money to move, and to teach ponies to work there will also take time and money! the simplest option-"
>"The most profitable option," clarifies Geo, darkly
>"We have to remain competative! The simplest option is the best! Otherwise we may fall behind the Equestrians!" exasperates Sodium.
>"Competition for their gold?" Geo narrows his eyes, "Magnesia emerges full and plump from thou. I shan't have begot a foal blind by goldlust."
>"But-"
>"You dare reply t'th High Emperor so impudent!?" says Geo, shocked.
>"YES DAMMIT!" yells Sodium, "It's a new age, a new era! We NEED investment, we NEED the gold, otherwise we stagnate and starve!"
>Geo glares at Sodium.
>"...thoust FAR b'yond Mine Assistance," replies Geo, cooly, "Thou has nary but proov'd Our actions true: the Equestrians hath corrupted thee, and hath made thee value gold morest than Mine honour."
>"You bucking-"
>"Thou art no longer mine Blood!" hisses Geo, "And thee,"
>Rose frowns slightly
>"To believe mine blood bring offense to not only Our Vessel, but Mine Own Self. Magnesia shaln't cease her insepid tongue currently! Today is a grim day indeed!"
>He turns to you
>"Return me to thy dream, O Shard, and turn this bleak winter to warmest summer" he asks, upset, "And prithee do not summon me again."
"Umm, okay." you say, begining to gesture.
>The ground bubbles.
"And...I'm sorry," you offer apologetically as he sinks into the crystal.
>Geo shuts his eyes in disgust as he disappears beneath the surface.
>Well...that went well.
>Maybe summoning an ancient, venerated figure using CRYSTAL POWERS to humiliate their descendants was not the wisest decision.
>Jeeze Anon, you've been given power and it takes you three hours to misuse it.
>The frustrating thing is Sodium is right.
>The Equestrians have to be let in.
>Too much depends on things going out and going in through the borders, and the exclusion policy isn't helping that.
>"Is there any way for you to change the Whole's mind?" Sodium flatly.
"Sodium, if I could do that, Cadence would still be a Princess, and wouldn't be wearing THAT," you gesture.
>She looks at Cadence, stares for a moment, then back to you.
>"Well, once again you have proven you're as worthless as ever," she sneers, before turning and walking away without preamble.
>Rose however looks visibly upset.
>"Ki-King Anonymous," she bows low, before quickly galloping off after Sodium, tears at the edges of her eyes.
>You sit back down.
"Fffuuuuck," you groan, "Precious is going to kill me,"
>Cadence's head appears between your legs, as Magma's and Meta's appear on your thighs.
>You fingers begin to stroke through Magma and Meta's manes.
>"You need to learn how to be more diplomatic, Anon," Cadence sighs into your groin, "And learn to not summon prestigious long-dead crystal ponies for selfish reasons,"
>"I dunno, seeing Geo himself bring down the Salties was worth it," smirks Magma.
>"Can you do that with anyone who's dead?" asks Meta, "Because I'd really like to see my dad."
>Now, Anon, is it ethical to bring back a mare who wants to talk to their dad?
>Of course!
>You ruffle Meta's hair.
"I can give it a shot."
>You look down and into the crystal, seeking out her father, the name Igneousis reverberating within you.
>You narrow your eyes as they travel upward, away from the crystal, and far to the other side of the city, the trail filtering though space and time.
>This is some trippy shit right now.
"Um...I think he isn't dead anymore," you venture.
>"Huh?" Meta looks up at you, confused.
"Well, your souls do get recycled," you guess, remembering something the Whole said, "Unless you're really, really awesome."
>"Um...then what is he now?" asks Meta, quietly.
"A ... young filly called Sky Riot." you reply, soaking up her song.
>"A filly!?" she gasps.
"Who likes pink dresses and everything," you state.
>Meta is stunned for a moment, before grinning like an idiot.
>"I am going to track her down and make her the prettiest pink dress I can!" she glees, "Oh my dad'll be so embarrased!"
>"I don't think that's how it works," says Magma
>"Yeah," agrees Cadence, "I don't think she'll remember being your dad. I mean, can you remember your past life?"
>Meta thinks hard for a second.
>"...nope," she says, sadly, "Damn, and I never got to say goodbye..."
>You pet her gently.
"I'm sure that if he could remember, he'd be happy." you offer.
>She nods, unhappy.
>"...hey, cheer up," commands Magma, "What's done is done, and you have to keep moving forward! Remember Bizmuth wouldn't want you to worry over your father!"
>"True," says Cadence, thoughtful, "He'd go out and grab Anon and use him like a metal detector."
>Meta looks at Cadence, boggled.
>"Waving him around, waiting for the 'beep beep' of his soul," smirks Magma, "and yelling 'Ha ha HA! Thought you could escape my might! Have at thee, father!', before getting into a swordfight with a young foal."
>Meta looks at Magma, eyebrows furrowed.
>"Bizmuth would NEVER do that," she pouts, "He'd strap Anon to a chariot and find him, before crashing the chariot into a market stall,"
>Cadence and Magma giggle.
>"He would do that," smirks Magma.
>Okay, this is bugging you now.
>You need confirmation.
>You pull the chair back a little and look at them more directly.
"Okay, Cadence, is this a show or real life?" you ask, flatly.
>"Real life Anon, of course," she says, stone faced.
>"As real as life and death!" says Meta, serious.
>"As hope and rebirth!" replies Magma, excitedly.
>"As the courage that pierces the Heavens!" adds Cadence, triumphant.
>You feel that fails to answer the question.
>Cadence just grins cheekily at you.
>You sigh, push your chair in and grab your coffee.
>The action pushes Cadence's nose into your package.
>You freeze, halfway towards the cup.
>You can hear her inhale deeply, then sigh rather loudly and pleasantly.
>She lovingly nuzzles your groin.
>She pauses.
>Oh god this isn't happening.
>You glance around, acutely aware of the ponies around you.
>And the fact that Meta and Magma are blocking sight from either side.
>"Go ahead," you hear Magma whisper
>"Doooo eeeeeet," hisses Meta.
>You're about to voice your concerns, when you espy a certain Grandmaster.
>He trots towards your table, lowering his hood revealing his purple eyes and crystaline horn.
>His baritone song is confused and shamed.
>Before you can say anything, he sits at the other end of the table.
>"Anonymous," he takes a deep breath, and exhales raggedly, "We need to talk,"
>You open your mouth - just as you feel the front of your pants quietly part.
>Your eyes widen slightly
>Framework looks down, full of shame.
>"I, I know it may be difficult to talk to me, but I, I," he sighs, "I want to clear the air between us,"
>You gulp.
>You really want to have this conversation.
>Heck, you need it.
>He is the head of your religion after all.
>But Cadence just lowered the front of your underwear.
>You hear a girlish gasp from each thigh.
>"Oh em Gee that's amazing!" you hear Meta in a low whisper
>"What's it taste like...?" Magma trails off quietly.
>Framework looks a little put out
>"Look Anonymous, I know it was awkward, but we can't go on like this,"
>Oh god he can't hear the ponies on your lap.
>Oh god someone is licking your tool.
>Oh god you're getting hard.
>"Tastes nice, doesn't it?" says Cadence
>OH GOD A RANDOM PONY IS LICKING YOUR DICK.
>You clench your fists.
>It's time to pull out all the stops right now.
>Before you is the Grand Master of your religion who wants to talk about the time you gave him a blowjob and enjoyed it.
>And you won't be able to stop Cadence and co. without hurting Framework's feelings.
>IT IS TIME FOR DIPLOMACY.
>You set your features, and clasp your hands in front of you.
>You reach in deep and remember your training.
>And realize you haven't trained in anything, just sorta blundered through it.
>SO WE BLUNDER ON - ACTIVATE THE POKER FACE.
>POKER FACE AT 100%
"I don't mind, FRAMEWORK," you soothe, loudly saying his name and hoping someone will take the hint, "It's just that with everything that's been going on with Shining and CADENCE, it's just been so....stressful,"
>You feel your semi-hard manhood englulfed in something very warm and pleasant.
>You FEEL Cadence, happily putting her rightful Master's cock in her mouth.
>She's so surprised by how easy it is to accept this after today, recieving all the love and affection.
>Even now you FEEL Meta and Magma nuzzling her intensely.
>....yeah she's too occupied with your dick to notice the situation.
>POKER FACE AT 78%
>Framework shakes his head as you FOCUS ANON FOCUS.
>POKER FACE AT 96%
>"I understand that the Whole has been putting some ... pressure on you," he diplomatically states, "Just as it's been putting stress on myself, and ... how it put stress on us back then,"
>He looks you dead in the eye.
>"Anonymous...I know what happened...was out of our hands," he says, hesitatingly
>Cadence's tongue lovingly caresses your balls, you moist hot dick suddenly exposed to the cool air.
>POKER FACE AT 89%
>You're sweating slightly now.
>"And even though...I liked it alot..." Framework admits.
>Your eyebrows travel up your brow as you feel a mouth clumsily, and with a lot of teeth, have a go at swallowing your cock.
>"Oh god Magma, you are such a slut!" hisses Meta
>POKER FACE AT 78%
"...and I know you liked it too..." Framework gestures towards you.
>You frown slightly as the mouth removes itself, your balls still being fondled by Cadence's tongue.
>"Like you don't want to have a go at this," Magma quietly teases.
>"Please," Meta replies lowly, "I'm keeping myself chaste for Bismuth!"
>"Come on Meta, surely you'd like some practice for Bismuth?" replies Magma in a hiss.
>"But I understand that given our...circumstances, that while it may have been enjoyable, it was in no way appropriate." finishes Framework.
>You nod in understanding, as you feel someone give your length a tentative lick.
>"It's salty!" Meta squees on the verge of being loud.
>POKER FACE AT 72%
"That's true," you speak up loudly, covering the conversation in your lap, "It was in no way appropriate, and I wouldn't mind taking it back."
>Suddenly Cadence's mouth englulfs your throbbing manhood, her lips skillfully travelling up and down your length.
>You clench your jaw to stop moaning out loud.
>POKER FACE AT 69%
>Focus on Framework, Anon, FOCUS!
"And I'm sorry that you were, put in, ah, that position," you say, trying to cover your moans with thoughtful pauses.
>Framework shakes his head, frowning slightly.
>"No, Anonymous, you shouldn't apologise for that," he says, "After all, that enabled me to fully connect with the Whole,"
>Cadence really starts to work you.
>You FEEL her wanting to please her Master, wanting him to cum in her dirty mouth and fill her slavebelly with his seed.
>POKERFACE AT 41%
>Framework leans in.
>RALLY! COME ON YOU DOGS!
>POKERFACE AT 71%
>"I must be frank Anonymous, you are TERRIBLE at conveying things," Framework says conspiratorially.
>You frown, staring at him flatly, FEELing Meta and Magma beginning to lick Cadence, their songs full of love and affection.
>You feel Cadence's tongue desperately playing with your head, FEELing the want to repay her master for all the love she's getting, FEELing joy at the love she's recieving from Meta and Magma.
>POKERFACE AT 68%
>Framework leans back into his seat.
>ENEMY OUT OF RANGE, LADS! TAKE IT EASY!
>POKERFACE AT 53%
>"I know, I know..." he smirks slightly. He sighs, "The entire thing was ... unprofessional...no, undignified," he says stern, "And in retrospect, neither of us really desired it..." he trails off.
"Framework, the...ah, only reason I really didn't like it is because I didn't know you all that well and felt like I was cheating on Cadence and Shining." you explain.
>Framework blinks, stunned.
>...what did you just say?
>Can't remember, trying hard to POKER FACE while your cock is loving suckled on by Cadence and intense erotic FEELs are being dumped into your heart.
>Framework smiles slightly.
>"Well, um, while I'm not...um," he replies, bashful, "It's just that I'm not..." he trails off.
>Cadence hilts you in her mouth, her throat rippling around your head, her tongue lapping the length, her lips doing strange things with your base.
>You tense up.
>POKERFACE AT 23%
>POKER FACE AT LOW LEVELS
>WE'RE LOSING POWER CAPTAIN! I CANNAE HOLD IT MUCH LONGER!
"N-neither am I," you stutter.
>You feel your face flush, as you feel your cock THROB.
>Cadence intensifies her assault.
>POKERFACE AT 8%
>POKER FACE DESTRUCTION IMMINENT.
>AVERT SERIOUS / SILLY BEHAVIOR IMMEDIATELY.
>DAMMIT SCOTTY, WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE IF YOU DON'T GET THE POKER FACE BACK UP!
>"Um," says Framework, mistaking your behaviour for embarrasment, "I'm sure you're not," he ventures, "But...we're full-grown ponies. And we can accept that things happen. And ..." he braces, "...move on."
>you FEEL Cadence, beg you to relieve yourself in your worthless cumdumpster.
>You nod, jaw clenched, vision fuzzing, gasping, as you release load after load into Cadence's mouth.
>She guzzles down all that you give her like a pro, FEELing satisfaction and love at you.
>You also FEEL Meta and Magma licking Cadence's face.
"I, I understand," you groan.
>Framework visibly relaxes.
>"Thank you for understanding," he sighs, "I don't want to hurt you Anonymous, but we need to move forward. As friends," he adds.
>You blink, sighing and relaxing as Cadence milks your last drop.
>"So...I'm glad we had this talk, Shard," says Framework, putting his hood back up.
"So am I," you say in a daze, as Framework quickly trots off.
>He steps on a glowing square not far off, turns and waves.
>You wave back as you begin to soften in Cadence's moist, warm mouth.
>POKER FACE REMOVED.
>Achievement Unlocked - "P-P-P-Poke Her Face."
>You sigh, and take inventory
>You just sorta got friendzoned maybe by Framework.
>You...don't know how to feel about that.
>On one hand, it's good, and it's what you wanted.
>But on the other...
>No, Dick, we aren't mourning about the loss of Framework's hazelnut cock.
>But-
>NO, WE HAVE SHINING FOR THAT.
"Dammit Cadence," you say through clenched teeth, "Framework almost caught us!"
>That lovely mouth removes itself from your length.
>"Framework was here?" you hear Cadence say, breathless.
>You narrow your eyes at her.
'We were trying to have a conversation about ... certain things that may have happened!" you ambiguously word at her angrily.
>She narrows her eyes at you.
>"Does that have to do with the whole 'liking to suck cocks' thing?" she asks.
"N-no," you hastily lie.
>Cadence looks up at you cheekily.
>"Oh?" she says in mock belief.
>"Cadence," says Magma, "He is SO sucking other stallions cocks,"
"Am not!" you reply.
>"I have no problem with that," says Meta, rubbing her nose into Cadence's neck, "As long as it isn't Bizmuth's,"
>Magma places her head over the back of Cadence's shoulders and looks at Meta.
>"Could you imagine? The Shard gobbling Bismuth's cock?" she says, awed.
>"Don't you say that you dirty slut!" she says.
>You hear Cadence sigh.
>"Anonymous, we're going to have to talk about you sucking other stallion's cocks," she teases, "particularly if there's better available,"
>you frown at her.
"What's wrong with Framework's?" you say, quietly.
>Fucking hell Anon.
>Stop, just stop saying stupid things for like, twelve seconds.
>"Nothing," she says airily, "But you could be sucking..." she pauses, "...Bizmuth's?"
>"NOPE!" you hear Meta squeal, "SHUT UP!"
>Cadence looks up at you knowingly as Meta and Magma giggle and bicker.
>"I know," She FEELs at you, "And I understand, but keep it as professional as possible."
"I want to," you FEEL at her.
>She looks at you dubiously.
>"Anonymous, when the bucking HELL have you ever been professional?" she FEELs back, smirking.
>You pout back.
"Lots of times," you airly FEEL with no real substance.
>A roll of Cadence's eyes and a REV of magic later and you're dry and inside your pants.
>You lean back, taking your eyes from twixt your thighs to pick up your coffee and see the face of a grey unicorn with a shabby beard mere inches from your own.
"Hey Fiery," you say, trying to act casual but failing miserably and spilling your coffee all over the table.
>The Director of Espionage grins smugly, his song a bah dum-tish!
>"Salutations, your Grace," he charms.
>He trots across the table over to Framework's seat.
>"May I?" he asks.
>You gesture in the affirmative.
>He smiles as he slips onto it smoothly.
>"I hear the Duchesses Sodium and Rose had a rather interesting conversation with you?"
>You groan.
"Yeah," you reply, putting your head in your hands.
>"It went that well?" he smirks
>You nod.
>"Well, that's the way conversations go with nobles for such a low class pony such as ourselves," he says, soothingly, "In most cases, it's usually better to rely on someone with the right ... upbringing to talk to their pompous selves, who knows the Sacred Art of Sycophancy."
>You look up at him through your fingers.
>The fuck is he on about?
"Yeah, that's what we have Precious for," you say, wary.
>"Indeed, but alas, he can't be everywhere at once," states Fiery, "Which actually brings me to why I'm here."
>He leans under the table.
>"Hello, Cadence," he says brightly, no doubt getting a decent look at her exposed rear end, "What a very nice thing you're not wearing.
>Cadence eeps and quickly scooches out from under the table on your side and quickly turns around, facing him.
>"Fiery Reign," she states uneasily, blushing hard.
>Fiery smiles benevolently.
>Magma emerges from under the table as well, quickly cleaning up your spilt coffee, as Meta eases her way out, blushing hard, making her way back to the counter.
>Fiery nods kindly at Magma.
>"Cadence, I have something to ask of you on behalf of Empire and your Master," he says, still at ease.
>Cadence narrows her eyes.
>"What do you need me to do?" she asks.
>"Nothing too raunchy," he smirks, "You see, Precious Ore is currently flat out with diplomatics today, and unfortunately he's missed one very key representative. One that you are very familiar with."
>Cadence mouth goes from 'suspicious' to 'scared shitless' in a blink of an eye.
>"You want me to meet them?" she says, eyes wide.
>"Indeed," he replies, "I'd ask the King, but his earlier display with the Duchesses didn't exactly fill me with confidence."
>That's a fair cop that.
>Cadence however is squirming under his gaze.
>Fiery smiles at her, gently.
>"Fear not, Cadence," he says, "it would be in poor form for a dignitary to be met by someone dressed so...undressed,"
>He walks over and his horn imperceptably revs.
>You watch as Cadence's humiliating unifrom is replaced with a flowing, royal gown.
>"Ah, much better," says Reign, "That bit of disguise magic should work well enough."
>Cadence untenses.
>"Thank you," she sighs.
>"Do not mention it," he says, serious, "Now please, your Grace, may I have Cadence meet this dignitary?"
>You look at Cadence in regal attire and your heart sings.
>This is how she should look, not like some slutty mare.
>You get up and walk over and hug her and cuddle her and call her your prettiest pony.
>She hugs back, smiling and shaking her head.
"Do you think you can do it?" you whisper.
>"Are you JOKING!?" she says, mock-shocked.
"Then yes, she can go!" you gesture.
>"Excellent!" says Fiery, "Now they're at the Train Station - you'll know who it is when you see it,"
>Cadence nods.
>"See you girls!" she calls to Meta and Magma as she trots off and standing on the glowing square a few metres away.
>They wave back as she disappears, before returning to work.
>As she does you notice something a little bit off about the dress.
>You can't quite put your finger to it.
>You shake your head.
"She's quite a pony," you sigh, sitting back down.
>"I'd prefer to see her with a ball-gag and a clamp on her clit as well as her uniform," says Fiery, smiling pleasantly.
>...this shit, is not going to fly.
>Even if that did tickle something in your bits.
"What the fuck Fiery." you anger at him, 'What the actual fuck."
>He turns back to you, startled.
>"Apologies, your Grace," he states, bowing his head in respect, "But I was considering - the more slavish she is, the more she is loved. If she were dressed more appropriately, she'd have what she desires most; to love and be loved by her ponies."
>You weigh his words, carefully.
>He sounds so sincere, but...
>Fiery's so damn ambiguous - you can't tell whether he's being lecherous or serious.
"I'd prefer you kept those comments to yourself, Fiery," you say, diplomatically.
>"Then I shall, Your Grace," he says, lowering his head again again, "I know it must be difficult, but sometimes you're forced to do things that you don't want to do."
>He raises his head, cautiously, to look you in the eyes.
>"But we do them, because we know that they're the right thing to do for the situation. That under the circumstances, you have to carefully consider what you can do, and steel yourself if you have to act in a way that you'd rather not, particularly if it's in the best interests of those you feel responsible for,"
>You nod slightly, knowing what he's getting at.
>He pauses briefly, looking at you for a moment, before shaking his head, smiling.
>"I apologise, Your Grace," he says, "I'm afraid that I'm absolutely terrible at consoling ponies,"
"Don't worry about it," you wave off.
>Fiery nods somberly, then seems to start.
>"I just remembered something," claims Fiery, "Precious wanted me to find you. He needs you on the Royal Balcony to show some dignitaries you're...little trick,"
>You grimace.
>He must be talking about how you can bring their dead ponies back to ... not dead.
"Alright," you say, standing, "I'll see you around,"
>"You won't," he smirks, sitting down at the table.
>You narrow your eyes at him, before turning and walking over to the glowing square.
>You turn and watch as Fiery waves over Magma, giving a killer smile.
>Something's not square with that pony.
>You step on the teleporter and feel yourself pulled apart, zooming at great speed, and put back together again.
>You blink, discovering you're on the Royal Balcony.
>Oh, yeah, you made one here earlier.
>...should probably think about getting rid of that.
>You glance over the now reloaded table, to see a rather cool and calm Precious Ore sitting at it.
>He lacks his sunglasses, but his pose is oddly dignified.
>His song however is stressed, hectic and discordant.
>He's really not having a fun time.
>You pass your eyes to the other side of the table and see a dishevelled, dirty, bruised blue unicorn with a white mane and a shiny black eye.
>She looks at you with a baleful, angry glare.
>You blink at Trixie, shocked.
>Next along, is a midnight black alicorn, hungrily gobbling a plate of fruit.
>It's draconic black irises travel along light blue eyes as they lock onto you.
>Precious turns to you.
>He's sweating despite his cool demeanor.
>"King Anonymous," he says in a prim, posh voice you weren't expecting from him.
>He trots over and bows low and graceful, before returning upright.
>"If I may be so bold to introduce," he says, turning and gesturing exaggeratedly, "Her Royal Highness, Nightmare Moon,"
>"Charmed, I'm sure," she grins, low and sultry, her wicked eyes narrowing, her sharp teeth coming into view.
>...this can not end well.