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A narrow shaft of light met my eyes from the now closed curtains, dust motes playing in the iridescent beam as I raised my head from my hooves. At first I hadn't the foggiest what was going on, entranced by the beauty of the room bathed in twilight. The golden sun shone lightly through the curtains, which now covered the windows, washing the normally white domicile in a rustic gold tinge. I blinked, licking my lips to find a certain lingering taste still left for my tongue to find. I couldn't place it for over half a minute as I laid there, wondering just why I was in my sister's room, and as I looked down, I questioned why I was in my sister's old clothes. I was content to lay there for a few moments before sighing, moving to get out of bed. My limbs creaked and protested every movement, and I suddenly remembered why I was in my sister's bed, and why my lips tasted overwhelmingly of something both salty and sweet at the same time.

The events of the previous day met me with a mixture of peculiar fascination and cold dread. Cadenza wasn't lying next to me, and no trace that he'd ever been in the room presented itself. I looked around my sister's old bedroom to find that the only evidence of the events that took place only a few hours ago were the silken lingerie folded neatly on the nightstand. I blinked, attempting to find anything that would suggest that Cadenza was still there. As I got out of bed I prayed he hadn't run off after our tryst, sliding my back hooves off of the large mattress first. I cursed my shortness as I was forced to make a small hop from the bed to the floor, and did so with a resignation of how young I was. What had happened last night had been... rash, impulsive and not even mentioning illegal considering my physical age. I knew that, if anypony ever found out what Cadenza had done with me, he would be in no end of trouble. He would probably be forced to wipe their memory, and I knew that he wasn't the stallion to take anything like psychological manipulation lightly. I secretly felt guilty that I had put him in this situation; if I'd only said no to putting on those clothes, he most likely wouldn't have been as brazen as he was.

I slowly trotted in a small circle around the centre of the room, wondering what I was supposed to do. I'd unintentionally seduced my foalsitter, and he was equally as guilty as I for choosing to do those things to me. I couldn't help but think of how he'd seduced me, turned me into a willing subject in his hooves. As I thought of his coarse treatment I shivered, waving my tail over my nethers to fan them, growing warmer at the thought of how... exotically feral he'd been, how he'd bit at my neck and controlled almost everything I did throughout our time together. He'd held me, forced my hooves into certain positions, kept me in front of him, and most excitingly he'd coaxed me into not one but two releases, showing no end of devotion. I secretly understood why he'd gone so fast, the reason behind his hurried thrusts and quick release. Shimmer Shield left him almost a year ago, and seeing as how he was making extremely limited progress with their professional lives between them, he'd probably been quite desperate. I couldn't hold that against the stallion; he'd been my very first, and I couldn't imagine a more suitable pony to submit my body to.

I blinked and then began to ponder the more difficult questions, my pacing increasing in speed. The more pressing matters were the ones that happened before our abandon, before he'd even walked into the room. I was fine with my secret affinity for filly's clothing, and I had no problem doing it behind closed doors so long as nopony saw me. It was, on the other hoof, a completely different story whenever others walked into the situation. It had been revealed to me the moment that Cadenza trotted into that room. Although I might try to keep this a secret from my parents, it would most likely be discovered at some point. He'd opened my eyes towards how bad I'd feel, how ashamed I would truly be if anypony were to ever walk in on me while I was in a skirt, standing in front of a mirror, giggling like a foal at how good it felt to be in my element.

I hadn't noticed until that moment, but due to my pacing I saw a note on Shimmer Shield's bathroom door. I tilted my head to the side quizzically and picked it up with magic, careful to remove the tape from the handle before I unfolded the short letter. It was in Cadenza's own personal font, the long, flowing vowels giving away the identity of his writing style.

'I left you a hot bath; it should help. I understand that I was none too gentle, and if you aren't sore now you will be later. Please at least soak for a few minutes to loosen up and relax. Meet me downstairs in the library once you're done. We need to talk about what happened.'

I smiled to myself; this was more of the Cadenza I knew. Now that he'd sated his carnal urges he was back to his normal, empathetic self, and I was sure I could rely on him for a mature conversation later on. I almost knew for certain that the reason for this was to make up for the pain he'd put me through. I would have accepted what he'd done either way, but this made it better. I turned the gilded handle to Shimmer's bathroom and opened it to a cloud of steam, which descended into the room like a cloud. I trotted inside and regarded the foggy washroom, shutting the door behind me with a kick of my back hoof. I made doubly sure to lock it; I knew for a fact that there was no keyhole on the outside handle, so there was no chance for me being interrupted like I had been just a few hours ago. I used my magic to unbutton my shirt, then slip it off and fold it before laying it neatly on the marble countertop, directly next to the sink. My hooves scuffed a bit on the meticulously polished granite tiles before I managed to slip the skirt off. I folded the article of clothing, turned to the massive claw-footed bathtub.

The massive porcelain basin was almost Victorian with how old it was, and could easily fit three large, fully grown ponies into it if need be. I struggled to get my head up and over the edge of the gargantuan wall, which was easily a foot taller than I was. I ended up throwing my front hooves up and hauling the rest of my body after it, slipping my back leg up and over the edge before coming gently down into the water. I recoiled, but didn't jump out as the scalding hot liquid met my hooves, then my calves, then slid up my thighs, leaving a trail of relief everywhere it went. I finally slipped into the bath in earnest when I stood, actually to my full height, in the bathwater. Even though I was standing the water went up to my neck, and yet again I sighed at how very young and fragile my physical being was. I understood that this might have been the perfect amount of water for perhaps Cadenza to bathe in, but my far smaller body was nearly submerged in its entirety. I wasn't about to complain though, for as I looked around I saw that he'd done me a favour and enchanted the tub itself with a self-heating charm, to keep the bath just as soothingly hot as it was when it was first filled.

As I sat there in the tub I couldn't help but recall the good old days with my elder sister, when we'd take bathes together, play the same games and even take an interest in the same subjects at the same times. I remembered when the entropic feeling of separation from her had first crept in, when I was just ten and I began to learn how we were different, not just physically. She began to take an interest in the Royal Guard, and even though I had my own thoughts on the matter, she didn't want to hear them for the first time in her life. I'd morally objected to her being a guard, and so had my father. It simply wasn't, in a commonly used colloquialism, her lot in life. She insisted though, and both of us eventually gave in. We recalled the many letters we'd gotten home those first few days on patrol, of the things she'd seen and how she couldn't possibly continue on. I'd been the one to suggest her taking a ranking course, and sure enough she became captain in just a few months. She did well for herself, as we'd known she would, but she'd learned her lesson that she had no stomach for violence.

As I thought of my older sister another strange emotion, one I didn't often associate with her, crept into my heart. It was jealousy of her success. She'd been the one for a long time, chosen by my parents first, and they never wavered in their doting attention for her even as I withered from their lack of sympathy. I'd faded into shadows as my elder sibling gained everything I couldn't. She developed a body to make stallions sell their souls for, she made money like nopony could imagine, triumphed in every field she went into, be it math, science, literature or otherwise. She had all the things that I didn't, and though I was every bit of intelligent as her, if not more, she was the one who received all the credit. I was socially awkward, but just as clever as her, but due to my lack of ability to communicate, coupled with my notorious lack of a will, made it so that nopony even noticed my achievements. So, in the end, most of the time my accomplishments went unnoticed to all but myself. I can't recall the number of times I did something amazing with magic, my face lit up with excitement as I pulled through after weeks of hard work, just to look around to see that nopony was there to have witnessed it, or even cared enough to come if I'd asked them to. I shook my head and did my best to shrug off such thoughts, turning back to what I'd come into the washroom for.

I went about bathing myself, drawing the soap over my hooves and using the shampoo on my mane and tail, my limbs protesting much less at my movements now that the hot water was loosening the strained muscles. I was washing my flank with a fresh cloth when I accidentally bumped into the area under my tail, the very area Cadenza had so forcefully driven himself into just a few hours before. I gasped and sat down immediately, holding the cloth away from myself and clenching my eyes shut. I had a silent debate with myself about whether it was my masculinity or my newly sensitive femininity that was the most delicate. My ring, as well as the area around it, was now gave me the more stimulation than I could have ever hoped for. I considered it for a moment, then lit my horn again, bringing the cloth down to my nethers with the utmost of hesitation. I was forced to slowly draw the cloth over my loins, in order to not overstimulate myself. It was bliss when I finally finished and rinsed, unable to take any more of the coarse fabric on my nethers.

I finished and relaxed in the bath for a few more minutes, sighing and thinking of what Cadenza would want with me down in the library. I pulled the switch on the drain and got out, slipping on the porcelain a bit before lighting down on the rug outside. I dried myself and hurried back out into the bedroom, eager to see my foalsitter. I nonchalantly trotted over to my sister's closet again, blinking and wondering just what to wear on that cool summer evening. I knew that I wanted to wear something, especially since it seemed to make Cadenza much more informal around me. I looked outside to see that the sun was casting its last few beams of light down on the earth, and decided that something for bedtime would hardly be considered inappropriate. I sifted through the piles until I found a lavender nightgown, just my size. I smiled and put it on without hesitation, buttoning it in the back with the use of my magic. I'd always wondered how ponies without magic buttoned their clothes, especially considering that their hooves made things difficult. Magic was highly convenient, and it was hardly a wonder that unicorns were the most fashionable ponies, considering they were the ones who could easily take them on and off again.

I pondered that as I tied the strings in the back, the sleeves on the gown reaching only halfway down my upper arm. I smiled and regarded myself in the mirror. The room was now flush with a pale glow as the moon rose in the sky opposite where the sun had set, and a blue incandescence washed the white room in a sapphire tint. I was beginning to notice how the room changed according the times of day, the season, even the weather. It always reflected the nature of how one felt, and it seemed that nature did almost as good a job at inferring the emotional state of the room's occupants. I noticed that I wasn't wearing anything beneath the gown as I turned in the mirror, and blushed as I realized that Cadenza would most likely go into much the same state he'd been in a few hours earlier if he caught sight of my supple young flanks. I sorted through the clothes until I found a silken, pale purple pair of lingerie for me to wear. It concealed my nethers but still left a slight outline of my loins, which was to be expected considering they weren't made for a male.

I lit my horn and repeated the teleportation spell under my breath, picturing the library in my head. With a flash and a shout, I appeared on a desk, sitting atop a quill that Cadenza had just been writing with. I blinked and looked around, realizing that I hadn't quite reached my target destination. The library was all the way across the house, and it would seem that I only had enough magic to get me just shy of that distance. I blinked and smiled at Cadenza nervously, who only looked back at me with a bemused expression. I hopped down quickly and the prince resumed his writing, clearing away the ink smudge with a bit of his own magic before he continued. I looked around the cluttered library in wonder, just as I always did. For some reason this place always held something different for me, another book I'd never read before or a strange trinket I hadn't noticed. The green carpet, companied with the tall windows, casting their pale blue light down, made for an equally eerie and comfortable atmosphere. Enchanted candles cast their yellow/gold light down on us as he wrote, setting the whole library in a strange, brass-coloured relief.

I looked down the nearly endless rows of shelves before looking back to Cadenza, who was finishing whatever he was writing. He summoned a vial of hot wax and folded the letter before pouring the liquid over, then stamping it with his personal crest and Cutie Mark. It vanished with a flash and he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his muzzle with a hoof before turning to me, his eyes seemingly restless.

"You are undoubtedly the bane of my existence, you know that?" He said in a tired manner, but with a teasing half-smile. "I never knew I could ever feel things like that for a colt so... young. I must apologize that I... lost my composure when I saw you in Shimmer's old school dress. That was actually the very dress she met me in, and I remember it to this day. You just looked so... mature, attractive in those clothes that the bits and pieces of appeal you have just came together." He said, running his hoof over the edge of the dusty writing desk. "I liked you before, and even grew a bit excited once when I saw you fresh from the shower, but... nothing like that."

"I'm sorry I made you lost control like that." I apologized, knowing that nothing scared an alicorn more than losing their calm, stoic composure. "If it makes you feel any better I won't hold it against you, the way you... didn't hold back."

"Are you referring to my lack of endurance?" He asked, arching a brow questioningly. "I must apologize for that as well... I wasn't the most steady in my proceedings. Shimmer Shield and I haven't been together in so long that I was quite eager for a bit of relief. The tension just keeps building until you satisfy it... of course you can seek company in yourself, but that only holds it back for so long. I needed somepony, and when I saw you in that dress I couldn't stop myself..."

"I don't blame you, Cadenza." I repeated, nodding understandingly. "Besides... I can't pretend like I didn't enjoy it. You were amazing, the way you used your hooves on me..." I faded off, blushing.

After a brief silence he waved a hoof, as if dispelling the air of the topic in order to move onto another. "All of that is behind us, and is hardly the biggest problem in this situation. The first thing we must decide is how you're going to deal with this identity problem of yours."

"I thought you were working on a way to cure me?" I asked, looking up at him in my confusion.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, Dusk... there is nothing that I could possibly do to help that. There isn't a thing up my sleeve that is within my realm of morality that will convince you to stop being the way you are. You see, Dusk... the thing you suffer from can't be 'cured'. It can either be lived with, or repressed. You can choose to accept it or not, and to what extent."

"S-so there's nothing I can do?"

"No, you can either accept your nature, or deny your true feelings. You can choose, however, to take it in stride. You can also decide whom you confide this in, and if you want to keep this a secret or not. You mentioned your parents before... during our little escapade. I've noticed things about you since I first started watching you two years ago, things that I've seen them attempt to correct about you. I've heard from Shimmer Shield about your nature, and how you seem to like being yourself, but your parents are more than content to ignore you and censor your personality. What I ask of you now, since we know definitively that you do in fact like dressing and acting this way, is whether you want to tell them or not."

I shook my head vehemently, not wanting my parents to know anything about any of this. They could never know anything about the last twelve hours, not a single grain of truth could be left in for them to find and measure. Neither of them could ever know what happened, or I'd be as good as dead.

He tapped his hoof on the desk, as if thinking. He brightened, then muttered something to himself before addressing me again. "I suggest you at least tell them a half-truth. Give them something small to deal with before you let forth the dam of secrets you've always kept about yourself. Firstly, you need to tell them about how you feel about Shimmer Shield."

I flattened my ears to my head and perked it to the side, wondering what he was talking about. The exact nature of what he'd just said dawned on me and I blinked, my eyes widening. I'd always known that my parents preferred my elder sister, that they spent all their time and attention on their perfect first child. I hadn't known that Shimmer had been aware of them neglecting me, though. With this new information that Cadenza knew of my parents neglect, I knew that she had told him about how my mother and father treated me. She knew that their treatment was unfair, and had even confided that knowledge in Cadenza.

"That should be your first step. "The prince said, nodding his head. "The next measure that should be taken should be for you to tell them of your identity as a pony, and how you feel more like a mare inside than a stallion. That... will be the tricky one."

"I can't do that!" I protested, unable to think of their reaction. "They would never let me see the light of day again if they figured out that I went against them. They've told me before not to do these things, and every time it's gotten worse. My dad slapped me the first time I did it... the next time my mother threatened to have me sent away to a boarding school, where anything we owned and everything we did would be monitored, and one hoof out of line meant a week of work without seeing anypony. The third time they... they locked me into my room for almost a month. I couldn't get out, and nopony could come in. Only they went in once a day to check on me. I had no books, nothing to write with, nothing to occupy my time but stare out the window. Shimmer Shield snuck me a journal and an inkwell, but I burnt through that pretty quickly. I can't imagine what their reaction would be if they realized that I did again, went directly against their orders for the fourth time. "

"That's why I'll be there." He said, holding a hoof to his chest. "I will, and the letter I sent to Solaris for advice states that you are just now coming to terms with yourself. He will be along in a few days to visit you, seeing as how you're one of his favourite students. If luck is with us then he will undoubtedly be there for you at the end of the summer when you finally come out to your parents."

I slumped my shoulders; that might help me right then and there, since they wouldn't be able to physical strike me in front of the two princes, but how much would they resent me afterwards for defying them? They would feel alienated, because they wouldn't be in control of the situation, not to mention they would hate me afterwards for not only going against them but also forcing them to listen to me. They didn't want to hear what I had to say; they wanted a convenient mute button they could hit every time I did something they didn't agree with. They wanted to sweep their estranged son under the carpet until I moved away and wasn't associated with them anymore. In a nutshell they didn't feel the need to hear anything I said, and forcing them to listen would only deepen their disdain for my existence. My father would listen to an extent, but grow enraged towards me as I confessed that I went against him. My mother, on the other hoof, would be in a rage immediately that I was discussing the personality quirks that she condemned, and would flat-out refuse to accept anything I was saying.

"Okay... but you couldn't just leave afterwards, Cadenza." I insisted. "You'd need to make sure they don't do something... awful." I put a lot of emphasis on that word. "They want more than anything to just pretend I don't exist and then shoo me out the door once I'm of age, even though this is my house too. You'd need to make sure that once all is said and done you follow up, otherwise they'll pretend like it's just another incursion on their rules and punish me the moment your back is turned."

"Good, then we have a course of action there." He smiled, nodding and summoning a massive, high-backed and extra-wide chair for him to sit in. After he was seated comfortably he began anew, changing the subject yet again. "Now that we have a general idea of what we'll do at summer's end, we need to focus on what we're going to do about this... previously unforeseen bond we have. Let's focus on the easier task first... obviously we can't let your parents know about this or I'd be forced to go on damage control for at least a decade. I do think that somepony should know, though, that way they can mediate the situation. If only the two ponies know of each other's affections for one another, things could get out of hoof, and we could lose track of ourselves in this house, all by ourselves. Now, Solaris knows, but obviously when it comes right down to it his judgment hardly counts in a relationship such as ours, when he comes from an age where princes had very young servants they treated as their personal toys all the time. I... think we should tell Shimmer Shield. She and I go back, and I think that she will most likely be the one to sort out the situation. She always acts in your best interest, and in the end it isn't my opinion that matters. It's yours."

"But she might make sure I never see you again, Cadenza." I countered; trotting up to him and laying my head on the edge of the chair cushion he sat upon. He looked down at me with sympathy and smiled, knowing the words he would speak next would most likely have me in tears.

"Well... maybe that's a good thing... maybe I'm monster for doing those things to you."

"You're not a monster, you're my foalsitter, and I love you." I insisted, seeing his face turn to surprise as I professed my affection for him. "I don't want her to take me away from you, not after what happened. You're helping me find myself, and for that I will always reserve a spot for you right next to me, no matter where I am. Besides that, those things you did to me and the things you made me feel... those were... I don't know how to explain it. It's like that feeling of vulnerability, seeing me that way and acting as I did, those emotions feel sacred to me now. Like it's special, this guilty pleasure of ours..."

"You feel like this is a taboo that feels too good to not be broken, now that you've done it once." Cadenza solidified my emotions into a sentence, and he shook his head. "I'll tell her to take a break and come here for a day or two... whether we tell her or not, we'll see."

I smiled and all of the sudden he picked me up with his magic, levitating me by the ends of my hooves up onto his lap. I smiled and looked into his eyes, loving every moment of staring into those deep pools of sapphire. He didn't seem to mind that I was on his lap, and that I laid down across the chair to where my head rested on one armrest, and my back hooves rested on the other. I was about to say something about how much I wanted to stay like this, forever. In that moment I wanted to sit there and experience his warmth, his undeniable aura of calm until I was forced to move. Nothing could tear me from him, and nothing could possibly disturb us.

"There's... one last thing I want to talk to you about, Dusk." Cadenza said, his hoof reaching out to pet my mane. "Those things I did to you, to explore how you'd react and get a handle on who you were... do you want me to do those things again?"

I rolled over and faced him, my eyes sparkling brilliantly at the mentioning of doing that beautiful, immeasurably intimate activity with him. I felt myself get hot under my tail all of the sudden, and my diminutive stallionhood stiffened a bit in preparation. He pet my mane lovingly, even running a tentative hoof over my ears and once brushing over the base of my horn before I finally replied, with slightly bated breath.

"Absolutely." I said, nodding. "I... can't imagine anything I'd want to do more..."

I don't know why, but abruptly he stopped petting me and leaned down to look directly into my eyes, our muzzles not even an inch apart. "I want your word, that no matter what we do, no matter how depraved this gets, you will tell nopony about this, and that you chose to let this continue. I will do my best to explore every corner of your psyche through any means possible... but you have to let me do as I wish with you. Do you understand, Dusk?"

I didn't hesitate to nod, knowing he'd never do anything to me that I wasn't comfortable with. Or so I thought at the time. His face split into a wide smile and all of the sudden he picked me up again, setting me directly in between his legs this time. I tilted my head to one side, wondering just what he was asking me to do. He merely looked down at himself, and all of the sudden I realized why he'd put me in such a position. I smiled and turned my attention away from his face, and down towards his stallionhood, which sat in its sheath, firm but not quite erect. I blinked, as it was the first time I'd been able to see it in earnest, and admittedly it seemed strangely smaller than it had been a few hours ago, when it had been inside of me. The stallion reached out with a hoof and placed it on the very end of his sheathed pride, inviting me to touch it myself. I'd never seen another male before, and as I reached out with a hoof I couldn't help but stare in awe as I saw his fully erect member for the first time, glistening lightly and smelling greatly of sexual musk. He gave it a stroke to make sure it was nice and firm, the pale pink love throbbing with every beat of his heart.

I didn't know what to do at first, so I merely inferred based on what he'd done to me during our intimate affairs. I reached out and touched it on the shaft, right next to his mid-ring, and ran my hoof down it, a small amount of moisture clinging to my hoof. It was moist and damp, the smooth skin almost like wet rubber in texture as I felt his endowment. I looked up at him and blinked, wondering if I had further permission to touch him. He nodded and I bent over, as slowly as possible, to plant a kiss on his crown. He stiffened and his member twitched, a small, perfectly spherical pearl of his precum growing on his tip. I stared at it with fascination for easily half a minute, unable to take my eyes off of the hypnotically white orb of his seed. He chuckled a bit, the movement causing the pearl to break and begin to flow down his shaft. I instinctively leaned forwards and drew my tongue over the rivulet of pre, collecting it on my tongue and marveling at the salty, yet somehow sweet taste. I knew I wanted more of it, and suddenly got a clever idea.

I smiled and leaned over as far as my extremely flexible young body would allow, my muzzle now an inch from his taint. He looked down at me questioningly, but didn't protest as I put my plan into motion. I nuzzled his sack lovingly, the tip of my nose finding its way past his perfectly smooth orbs and rubbing graciously against his base. He gasped and a bit more of his pre leaked out, gripping the back of my head with sudden force. I smiled and let him put as much pressure as he wanted the extremely delicate, oft forgotten part of a stallion. Once there was a small dribble coming down I stopped my nuzzling and brought my lips up to his tip, fastening them to the end of his member, sucking every drop I could out of him before releasing with a loud, wet pop. A bit of his seed still attached him to my lips, and I couldn't help but wonder if he could possibly be coaxed into giving me more. I opened wide and put as much of him in my mouth as I could handle, which was only the first four inches or so, and began to suckle. He moaned as I flicked my tongue over his tip, petting my mane.

"D-Dusk... how are you so good at this?" Cadenza breathed, his hot exhalation moving the loose strands of my mane. "Your tongue is so..." His voice was lost in a moan as I pushed his crown a bit farther back into my mouth, as far as it could go without gagging me.

I stroked what part of him I couldn't fit inside of me, using my hoof to caress his base and mouth to firmly suck out every bit of seed he gave me. It wouldn't be long before he went off; I could already feel a slight recession in his sack, his orbs pulling closer in preparation for his climax. I moaned and stroked more zealously, putting as much force into my hooves as possible, knowing my weak body could only produce a moderate amount of pressure on his far larger frame. He gasped, trying not to put his hoof on the back of my head, but losing the battle as he grew closer to the end of the round. I was dipping my head down on what small amount of him I could take in, stroking what I couldn't and drawing my tongue around his crown lovingly. Against my will and his better judgment, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down onto his member, spearheading his shaft down my throat.

I remained perfectly still as he moaned, his climax having nearly arrived. I could feel his crown flaring somewhere deep inside me, down my throat and in my chest. I couldn't breathe, but knew it would be best not to struggle. If I wasted energy I'd run out of air, or I'd gag on his massive stallionhood just to throw up his seed and my breakfast all over the library carpet. Instead I shifted my head back on his shaft, putting my hooves around his waist as I hilted him inside me. He was shaking as he moved his hips to meet me, then withdrew, only to repeat the cycle again. At last I felt his member growing, twitching in just the way I knew it did right before he had an orgasm. Having him inside of me was the strangest thing I could imagine; it was pleasurable in the respect that it made me feel full and filled me with that delightfully addictive taste, but discomforting in the sense that I felt like my esophagus couldn't handle his massive shaft, which slid down my throat six more times before, finally, he was ready for release.

He pulled out enough for me to get in a good lungful of air before he hilted himself, breathing my name and petting my mane as I lovingly stroked the bottom of his shaft with my tongue, feeling his member swell with his seed right before I felt my core fill with the hot, sticky substance. He pulled me off him a bit, giving small thrusts into me as he coaxed every drop of the molten liquid into my stomach. I swallowed everything, save for a single drop I let escape down my lip and run down my chin, which then fell onto the chair. Once he'd emptied himself he withdrew his hoof from behind my head, letting me pull up off of him and suck in precious oxygen. I felt the aftertaste lingering in my mouth as he panted, his wings outstretched and twitching in ecstasy. I took advantage of his blissful afterglow and stroked his now glistening member a few more times, licking at his tip for the last few drops of his semen he gave me. I relished those final drops, licking my lips and rolling my tongue over every inch of my mouth for any hidden reservoirs of the thick, sweet syrup I was now addicted to.

"Did I do well?" I asked innocently, wanting nothing more than for him to be happy.

"Y-you did more than I could have imagined..." He panted, staring up at the ceiling of the library in his euphoria. "I don't think I could ever go back to anypony after that... that was heaven, Dusk."

I smiled and clapped my hooves together, hopping up to wrap my hooves around his neck. He accepted my embrace, but with it I suddenly became aware of my own minuscule member nudging against him through my nightgown. He arched a brow and I looked away timidly, unable to look at him with my own pathetically small stallionhood when his was so much larger and thicker. He lifted a hoof to my lips, as I was about to protest him, and motioned for me to turn around. I did as he directed, not knowing just what he was trying to do. I turned a much deeper shade of scarlet as I felt his magic trail up my inner thigh, then began to stroke and nudge at my nethers through my lingerie. I gasped in a high, effeminate tone as he proceeded to work at me, at the same time lifting up my gown so he could feast his eyes on my young, supple flanks. He kept his strokes even as his magic wrapped around every one of my meager five inches and rubbed them softly. I whimpered as a wet spot grew on my silken underwear where my pre was leaking from my tip. He was doing his best to excite me, and he was doing an amazing job.

With a gentle caress of my flank he slipped the lingerie down my hooves, discarding them as I lifted a leg for him to take them fully off. He cast another spell and a strange sensation built inside of me, right inside my canal where he'd taken my just a half-day before. Even my ring felt as if he was setting it on pins and needles at the strange effect of his sorcery. I didn't know what he was doing, but I got a much better idea of his intentions when I suddenly felt his tongue on my taint. I gasped again and lifted one of my back legs, wondering if I could possible do a split between the arms of the chair in order to give him the most access to me. I settled with spreading my legs as far apart as they would go, biting my bottom lip as the stallion caressed my loins. Soon his tongue ran north and found my ring; I was forced to muffle my scream of mixed pain and pleasure in his thigh, when he bit down on the soft flesh near my entrance, tenderizing it for later use. My whole body shook as his tongue traced the circumference of my ring, nipping at it every once and a while to loosen it up.

Just as I was about to go off he put a hoof on my shoulder and leaned me back, towards his waiting member. I screwed up my eyes as he pushed me down onto his girth, and let out what started as a whimper, then grew to a loud scream as he slipped inside of me. I panted desperately, trying to get used to having his massive girth spreading my walls. I wasn't bleeding, so that was good, but it felt as if he was ripping me apart from under my tail. My internal walls strained to take him as he kept pushing me down, his hooves on my waist so he could direct more of his long shaft inside of me. He grunted with how much force it took to spread my unbelievably tight walls, and I let off a squeak of pain every time he forced another half an inch inside of me. All of the sudden he stopped, and I felt him reach as far as he could possibly go inside of me. I looked back at him and shook my head, knowing exactly what he wanted of me. He wanted me to hilt him, and my anatomy just didn't have the available space. His horn flashed and I gasped as I felt organs and tendons moving, my canal expanding a bit as he forced the rest of it in. After a few moments of intense arcane alteration, I then had enough space to accommodate every single inch of him.

I panted heavily, exhausted from how much effort it had taken just for him to work his way inside of me. The first time he hadn't been this gracious, and I knew he could have simply impaled me the same way he'd done before, and I had that to be thankful for. His horn flashed and something cool and slick filled me, something I'd never felt before in my life. He smiled as he drew out, a strange, viscous lubricant coating my walls and every inch of his member. I moaned and pulled farther off of him, right before my back legs ran out of strength and I let myself fall back to his hilt, every ounce of energy spent. I relished the way he slid around easily inside of me, but I still gripped him tightly enough that it gave me ample amounts of friction on my prostate. He smiled and lit his horn, lending me some of his strength so I could continue. I nodded and began to slowly rise and fall on his shaft, gasping and panting like a mare in heat as I shifted myself off of him, just to drive him into me up to his hilt again.

Soon I was meeting him with loud, moist slaps, and he was gasping and moaning along with me. I wasn't getting enough friction to get me off, so I increased my pace, hurrying my orgasm along so that I could perhaps get to look at him during his own. My tongue trailed out of my mouth in an attempt to get past the intense exercise this was, how hard it worked my body to keep rising and falling on his stallionhood with such intensity. My ring clutched at him with so much force that slick drops of lubricant built up on his sack, and he began to moan loudly as my inner ring met his crown. I was now skilled enough to pull up off him almost to where his head left my body, then push him back inside of me with as much speed and intensity as I could manage. I was panting so loudly and breathing so hard I didn't notice the line of my saliva dripping off the tip of my tongue and onto the floor, my eyes half shut in ecstatic abandon. I was almost there, and by the way his member kept twitching inside of me, he was as well. I heard him counting the thrusts he gave me, each number growing closer to the one on which we both came.

I cried out his name and hilted him, twisting my hips and thus twisting his member around inside of me as my walls spasmed, gripped him so tightly he gave a final gasp and fell into the same pre-orgasm limbo. I gave a few meager thrusts down onto him before a jet of my seed flew out of my diminutive stallionhood and coated the chair in front of me, as well as sending a few drops out onto the floor. I whispered his name as he whispered my own, feeling sudden spikes in pressure from how forcefully his cock was twitching inside of me, filling me with more of his love than he'd given me from my oral treatment. He gave a few more thrusts before lifting me up with is magic, pulling me off his cock with a slick scrape of wet skin being drawn across moist flesh. I moaned as he set me down on the floor, feeling thick and bloated with his load still resting inside of me. I pawed at the edge of the chair desperately, needing to get the liquid inside of me out. I held it in by sheer force of will, but the pressure was mounting and it was becoming unbearable as he smiled down at me.

"C-Cadenza, m-may I please be excused to relieve myself?" I asked, holding my rump in the air pathetically. "You filled me a lot more than can handle right now and I r-really need to-"

"No, Dusk. You do not have my permission." He stated, his eyes flicking towards my loins, which I still held high in an attempt to help keep his love inside of me and not coating the library floor. "I cleared your digestive tract of excrement before we started... you can relieve yourself right here, in front of me."

I bit my bottom lip at how demeaning he was being, my legs shaking. I couldn't just let our creample flow down my legs right there in the library, it was too embarrassing. Still he smiled and nodded, telling me that I had little other option. I blinked and felt myself flush a shade of red to be envied by roses, and with that I let myself relax. Thick helpings of his cum ran down my thighs, mingled with the lubricant to make an almost paste-like liquid that slowly slid down my legs, dripping off the end of my member in massive splashes, coating the floor in his seed. He grinned and stroked himself a few more times, relishing the sight of my prostrated before him, humiliating myself at his command.

"There's a good filly..." He cooed, his horn lighting and magically petting my mane from a distance. "You should be proud to display yourself like this, Dusk. You should feel overjoyed that you can show just how honoured you are to be my lover."

I nodded obediently, and with a flash the mess that had coated me just a moment before was gone. As always the prince had made sure to clean up after us, and once again my flanks, ring and even my femininity felt just as fresh and ready for him as it had been before we'd started. He smiled and lifted me up with his magic, levitating my small, helpless form over to him and laying me down across his lap. I looked up at him and gave a humbled smile, knowing he would undoubtedly be tired after all of that. Defying my expectations of him yet again, he simply smiled and began to talk again, as coolly as if our frenzied rounds of sex and my embarrassing show of dedication at the end had never even happened.

"There is a reason that I've been... indulging in you, Dusk, at least more than I would have." He mused, running a hoof over my waistline with a smile. "When Shimmer Shield arrives, I fully expect her judgment to say that this is wrong, and that she will want us separated. I want to push the limits while I still have an opportunity to. That at the end was a... test of your devotion to me. Seeing as how you did it, I think I'll wake you up to breakfast in bed tomorrow. How does that sound?"

"That sounds amazing." I yawned, looking up at him from my position on his lap. He traced a hoof around my navel, and I couldn't help but return his silly grin. "It actually felt really... exciting to do something like that for you. It was shameful, but... it made me feel more loyal to you, to be doing as you commanded. Does that make sense?"

His expression shifted to curiosity at my confession, and his hoof traced lower, until it found my sheath. I bit my bottom lip and flushed lightly as he traced circles around that instead, until my ears were flattened to my head and I was shivering in an attempt to ignore the stimulation. I felt him stiffen a bit at my sudden coyness, and he lifted is hoof from my member, knowing I couldn't possibly go another round. I was exhausted, and my limbs felt as if I'd run a marathon. I let myself drift off again as he pet my mane, wondering what I would do when Shimmer Shield arrived in a few days. Not to mention what I'd do about Solaris, when he arrived and picked over every bit of my mind for information relating to my behaviour. I knew that in the end Cadenza and I would almost certainly be torn from one another for our supposedly 'unhealthy' relationship, but right then I couldn't help but feel as if I loved him more than anypony else in the world. I closed my eyes and rested my cheek against his soft coat, nuzzling his leg a bit before drifting off in yet another exhausted haze, floating a bit between consciousness and sleep just long enough to hear Cadenza whisper to himself.

"I'm glad you liked that display at the end... that means you like humiliation. That will serve us well later on..."

I didn't know what that meant, and my mind didn't have the energy to interpret it as I drifted off to sleep.