TResistance Is Futile
MLP: FiM
Romance
Slice of Life
Cadance and Alex get into a nasty fight, one that threatens to break them apart for good. Will they be able to look past it and forgive each other? Or will they chose to remain separate and let everything they were come apart with it. Come find out!
Sex
Human
Alt. Universe
Celestia
OC
Cadance
Zamairiac · 8.3k words · 887 80 · 22k views

Resistance Is Futile! It's Acoming!!!! · 12:15am Aug 8th, 2014

“Oh?” we asked slyly. “And what do you…want, sweetie?”

“I’ll um…I’ll just go and…” he made to try and push us away, but we quickly halted this action with nought but a light lick of his lips, smirking greedily as we pressed ourselves close.

“Cadance I-“

“Hush baby,” we crooned lovingly, our tail brushing lightly underneath his shorts, against his thigh. “We know what you like, we’ll get it for you…”

And thus we gently pushed ourselves from our beloved and back onto all four hooves, not a single ounce of strain or ache as we did so.

Grinning at him hungrily, we winked and slowly turned around, making sure to emphasize every subtle, sultry movement with painstaking precision.

“We’ll be right back,” we said, biting our barely visible tongue suggestively as we began to walk to the bar. “Don’t go anywhere snuggle honey.”

We walked to the bar slowly, deliberately showing off every sway, every subtle thrust our flank made, knowing that our baby wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of us.

The bartender, a grey coated Unicorn, noticed us approach and took on what we’re sure he believed to be a suave smirk.

Foolish stallion. Our heart, our soul belongs to Alexander. You are nothing!

Smirking back as we let that particular thought run its course, we threw a single bit at the counter and asked for a glass of water. The pathetic stallion performed a few useless tricks with the glass before eventually passing it over into our unamused hooves.

“You not gonna get something for your friend?” he asked, his insulting tone causing us to grit our teeth in a rather forced restraint. His sudden laughter however nearly…nearly tore the loose strand the pieces. “Or maybe not. Looks like he’s done a runner on ya darlin’”

“Oh we know,” we chuckled, smirking cruelly as he looked into our eyes…and flinched. “We considered it fair to give him a running start.”

Before the waste of air could speak up, we slammed the glass back on the counter and jumped off the stool, ignoring the bartenders outrage at the now shattered pieces as we casually walked out of the nightclub.

Once we were outside, it didn’t take us long to catch the wonderful scent of our mate. We could taste the sweat in the air. We could taste the panic, the slight fear, the desperation…and the love, the lust he still so obviously felt for us.

With a brief flap of our wings, we took into the sky, almost lazily taking our time as we followed his scent. In fact we were so giddy, so sure of our finding him that we actually sang a lovely…little…chant.

“You run, run, run away, running round the bend. You can run, as far as you like, we’ll find you in the end.”

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