Cadance you a sexy mare ;)

Hot ass tits

Hot damn. I wouldn’t mind watching this particular dance.

@TheGentlecoltAlex  

 
Well, alright then.

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MOAR  

@ShimmeringStallion  
I think nickering is an actual noise that horses make and it sounds like a human snicker so maybe pun?

Ah, she’s performing a fertility dance for Shining Armor and her body is absolutely perfect for it!

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Did you mean “snickers”?

@Clopitor_the_Hydrogenous  
You son of a changeling
 

Dat ass

woop woop, ass too fat, etc.

I like thick girls like Cadance! >:3

@Background Pony #F3E2  
Not into fat, but I aint into skinny ass figures either  
This aint fat, this is thick. Just the right amount of meat

@Background Pony #F3E2
 
Really? This is what you consider “fat”?
 
What’s skinny to you? Anorexia?

Oh my, my, my…

PATREON!!
 
ruined it

@Background Pony #F3E2  
Too fat for you is perfectly curved for others.

too fat

@Standard Deviation  
That’s some very well done writing.

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Princess Cadance emerges from the thicket of silk, swirling her body around so her back’s turned to you. One hand dips down, the other up and each pulls on one end of a fine strip of dark silk. Her tail curls around her waist as the mare turns and then continues moving, swinging to one side to give you the most perfect view of her rump, barely obscured by a thin cover of silk.
 
Her wings are wrapped tightly around her upper body and only her eyes are bared, looking over to you half-lidded. One leg comes up, a silk cover running from the hock to her upper thigh. Her tail swishes back agonisingly slowly, across the smooth, generous curve of her behind as she turns her leg around.
 
The wings that had hidden the mare unfurl as she moves her hands up and down to their opposite positions; silk wound along her arms stretches and wavers with each movement. Cadance’s breasts lie snugly in two silk wraps, held closed by a thick golden ring. Between them lies an intricate gold chain, adorned with balls and a small medallion; it hangs from a silk collar tied loosely around her neck.
 
You can see now that she’s smiling, her eyes closed as she focuses on her movements; mane brushed to a fine sheen and flowing over her shoulders like water. On her horn is a delicate gold ring and a chain like the one on her chest runs to an earring.
 
It’s only with the smooth movement of the rest of her body that your eyes are pulled back down - to a thick golden chain around her waist and a thin silk strip between her legs that does nothing to conceal her modesty.
 
As smooth as any practiced dancer from that ancient land, Cadance shifts the weight of her body from one leg to the other, her hips rolling with the movement. One hand comes forward and she undulates her sumptuous body, each time taking a small step towards you. Just like Shining, she moves to her own, unheard melody.
 
A Shining, you now realise as you look about, is nowhere to be seen. Clever.
 
As if the music were swelling, the mare suddenly thrusts one leg forward and arches her body back, her heavy breasts threatening to spill from their silk prison. Her hands never move to stop that, only swing back with the rest of her body and then rise impossibly slow as she brings her leg down.
 
Cadance brushes past strips of silk, each clinging to and highlighting the beautiful curves of her body but her tail keeps drawing your eyes back to one. Back on two hooves, she begins to turn again and slowly undulates her body as she does so. One eye cracks open just a shade and as her gaze meets yours her smile widens just a shade.
 
It’s still a little strange to be looking at her in this way but… she’s different. She’s a truly beautiful mare, kind and impossibly caring. Not once had you been made to feel self conscious and Cadance had never pushed past boundaries, at least without asking. She had shown you something you never thought you might enjoy but had been considerate not to suggest it extended beyond her.
 
So as your eyes follow the sweep of her rump, you can but admire it; free of any coverings and only highlighted by the way her tail swishes over and back across it.
 
Where Shining was all firm muscle and delicious masculinity, Cadance is sumptuous in her femininity; in the curvaceousness of her body, the softness to it that never once belies her strength. Her mane and tail so perfectly kempt, the former framing a gorgeous face, the latter… well, that was precisely why you were struggling to keep your eyes off it.
 
So much so that you hadn’t been paying quite as much attention to how close she was getting. You now sat back in your seat, head tilted up to look at her. Cadance didn’t dwarf you but Shining was already a little taller - you still recall the awkwardness of embracing her and her charming, disarming laugh at your needless anxiety. You still remember the first time she bent down and kissed you, just as another pony put his arms around you.
 
Such warm memories buoy your spirits as Cadance halts and slowly swings her hips from side to side, swinging her arms with them. Still, it does little to stop your surprise when she doesn’t stop but… just as you did before with another, you reach your hand out and Cadance readily takes it in her own. With the skill and practiced grace of a Princess, she draws you onto your feet and silk entwining her arms wavers as she takes your other hand and leads you with her.
 
Silk brushes against your skin, both from her and from the strips that hang around the room. There’s only a cool breeze to disturb the two of you and stir the fabric; the sound from the castle’s grounds never meets you here and no-one dares knock at the door.
 
“There,” Cadance says softly, “nice and easy. Just like that.”
 
You can’t help but let your eyes close as the sweetness of her voice and the warmth of her body draw you into the kind of comfort you’ve seldom felt before.
 
You move with her, sway with her, dip and swing and follow every movement. More than once do you brush close to the mare and many more times does she pull you in tight, letting her delicate fingers trace the line of your back.
 
But just as before, so long ago as it feels, it has to end - though this time it’s not your clumsiness or absent-mindedness. Cadance swings smoothly and draws you down onto the couch, rolling to her back in one motion and pulling you atop herself.
 
You lie there, nose to nose and she opens her eyes, her smile never once having faltered. But where before there was laughter and the warmth of a budding joy, this time, with her, there’s only remembrance of how far you’ve come.
 
So it’s really no surprise when you feel the sweet tenderness of her lips as she kisses you, her hands sliding down your back. It’s comforting that she furls her wings around you, reducing all the world to only she and you and the gentle touch of her love.
 
“How was that?” She asks when finally you two break the kiss.
 
But you didn’t really need to answer. Not in the way anyone else would think you had to.
 
I sincerely hope someone here has enjoyed that. If there’s the appetite for it, I’d love to do more. And for Clopitor and Leonidas, I would absolutely love nothing more than to write Shining and Cadance delivering such a performance together.

@Clopitor_the_Hydrogenous
 
Huh.
 
Well I already started writing that, doing Cadance would really just be a natural progression. Then, well, it’s merely a matter of combining the two.
 
Shining paused at the doorway, watching his wife fiddling with the ring at her chest.
 
“I can’t believe you’re the one having trouble with that.” Caught unaware, the mare fumbled and dropped the ring at the sound of his voice. “And how can you be nervous!”
 
Muttering to herself, Cadance levitated the ring back to her hands and set about threading the fabric through it again. “And I’m sure you were perfectly calm after our long talk, right?” Shining was oddly quiet after that and Cadance felt a small pang for having said those words.
 
But rather than having to hope that he’d accept an apology, the stallion was at her in an instant, holding her shoulders and planting a tender kiss on her lips.
 
“I’m sorry.” And just like that, all the stress and worry just melted away.
 
Cadance leaned into his gentle embrace and sighed. “So am I, dear.” There was the thrum of his horn sending a thin strand of magical energy down between them and Cadance felt the fabric at her chest threading itself through the ring. “It’s a stupid outfit,” she said with no small amount of amusement.
 
“He’ll like it.” Another kiss, she smiled. “Just like he likes you.”
 
“Honestly? I was surprised he went with it so readily.” At the look Shining gave her, Cadance let out a lilting laugh. “I’m not all-knowing, Shining! Even when it comes to love; especially when it comes to somepony so alien.”
 
“But you’re really okay with it, right?” And there it was again, that doubt, the worry in his voice, the little strain that she knew so well.
 
“Yes.” A single word, said softly and delivered with kindness. His grip relaxed and he pressed himself almost imperceptibly closer. “There’s no reason you should have all the fun.”
 
Shining laughed and Cadance couldn’t hold back a smile; it was such a sweet sound.
 
“All the fun? You’ve never done this for me!” But there was no malice in his voice, even though Cadance could pick up on something else there.
 
“And I never said I wouldn’t.” Another kiss, the sweetness of his lips so hard to resist. “All you have to do is ask nicely.” And another, longer as she lingered upon how soft his lips were for a stallion. “Besides, you were kind enough to give me a show.”
 
“Speaking of which!” Just like that their embrace was broken. Shining stepped back and Cadance felt a momentary desire to flex her wings and cover herself.
 
But this was her husband, the stallion she adored. He had seen her in far greater undress than this and she knew how he adored her body. There was never cruel judgement there. His eyes trailed over gentle curves and smooth dips, from the small golden adornments at her fetlocks to the delicate tips of her fingers. The silk covers she wore were much like his own but far more elaborate and designed to draw attention to her more feminine qualities.
 
“Ahem!” The mare permitted herself a small smile at Shining’s abashed look. “Don’t you have someone to get ready?”
 
“Oh ponyfeathers, you’re right!” He turned on his hoof, pausing to look back at her once. “You really do look-”
 
“Shining,” Cadance said, with as much patience as she could muster.
 
And with that the stallion disappeared out of the room, leaving her to look herself over in the mirror one last time. Perfect.
 
_*
 
“Okay, you just sit down riiight here.” Shining makes a bit of a show of seating you dead centre on the couch. Why, you’ll never know and you’ve long since given up the idea of asking the stallion why he does some of the things he does.
 
The room isn’t quite what you’d expected. Without all the strange trappings you might’ve called it cosy but as it stands…
 
It reminds you of the palace back in Saddle Arabia. Light streams in through an overhead window but it looks hazy, like it’s filtered through a fine layer of sand. Wisps of smoke permeate the air and waft against strips of silk that range from carmine to faint purple. There’s a cool breeze on the warm day but with Shining behind you, all you feel is warmth.
 
“Can I at least ask-”
 
“Ah!” A white finger presses to your lips. You had your suspicions but Shining was rather pointedly skimping on details and Cadance curiously nowhere to be seen. “Just sit here, okay? It’ll all make sense soon enough,” he says with a wave of his hands and a lilt to his voice that sounds like he’s trying to be mysterious. Shining nickers at his little joke but you can only roll your eyes while trying not to smile too widely.
 
Just as it was back in Saddle Arabia, there’s no music. The first you see is a silhouette moving among the silk strips, thicker at what looks like a doorway at the end of the room. The figure is tall, slightly taller than Shining but more curvaceous and as it moves in you can pick out more details.
 
What look like wings and… a horn? But that would mean an alicorn and the only one here is–

I could have sworn my pants were on a minute ag-  
Wait…  
I don’t even wear pants when I visit this site! :D