//------------------------------// // Popcorn by Fuzzyfurvert // Story: Magic of Love: A Twidance Prompt Collab // by ArguingPizza //------------------------------// by Fuzzyfurvert ~~~ *Pop!* “That certainly is loud.” Princess Cadance frowned slightly as more tiny explosions sounded from the microwave. “Is this a new brand?” “Nope. It might be a new bag design though.” Twilight smirked as she trotted past Cadance with a bundle of blankets and pillows for their movie and sleepover night festivities. “Or, it might possibly be my microwave has cheap soundproofing.” “You can get a better one, you know. You ARE a princess now, Twilight.” “Maybe. But it still works, so no reason in replacing it.” Cadance shrugged as the microwave dinged and powered down. Her horn glowed as she took the popcorn and poured it into a large bowl. “How much butter and salt?” Twilight called out from the library’s main room. “Salt: light. Butter: copious!” The romantic comedy they rented had been beyond predictable. Cadance had to force herself to not roll her eyes every time the main characters got into an awkward situation designed to bring them closer. That she found herself in a similar situation wasn’t lost on her. About halfway through the popcorn they had somehow migrated under the same blanket on the floor in front of the screen. Twilight had started out the night very animated and teased her about the cheesy portrayal of “love” in the movie. It was just like when they had been younger and instead of a girls’-night-in they were watching a movie while Twilight’s parents had been out and Cadance was getting paid by the hour. But now...things were different. It wasn’t a cute little foal resting against her shoulder. It wasn’t a dorky prepubescent unicorn snuggling into her side as they watched a movie before bedtime. It was Twilight. Twilight, the adorable savior of both Equestria and the Crystal Empire. Twilight, the alicorn Princess of Magic itself and her very own sister-in-law. Cadance knew love. To many, she was just as much the Princess of Love as Twilight was Princess of Magic. She knew that she loved Twilight just as much as she would if they were sisters by more than marriage. Cadance also knew lust. She knew passion and desire like the back of her hoof, as they so often were the boon companions of the love she controlled. Cadance swallowed the lump that kept forming in her throat as Twilight yawned and pushed herself closer. The mare was older and wiser now but she still seemed to have the habit of leaning on other ponies when she got tired. Cadance did her best to control her breathing as Twilight got comfortable against her. If she could hold out until Twilight fell asleep then she could extract herself and get to her overnight bag in the bathroom and Twilight would be none the wiser. Perhaps she should have invested in more saddlebags, then she could keep her pills on hoof for whenever the need arose. She was certainly in need tonight. The repetitive thoughts were already starting. She kept her eyes and ears on the screen as the bumbling stallion knocked over a fruit stand in a fumbled attempt to avoid being caught staring by his paramore. She couldn’t even remember the character’s names or how the movie had reached the scene. Twilight was starting to crowd everything else out of her mind. She could smell Twilight’s shampoo as Twilight continued to lean onto her shoulder. That old familiar burn started to build up in her nethers. The tingle it sent up her spine felt good but she knew it for the siren’s song it was. If she didn’t put a stop to it soon she would be in for a very uncomfortable set of conversations later, to say nothing about what it would do to her pride. She hadn’t had a relapse in months and having one during a rare free moment with Twilight was the last thing she wanted. A loud crash from the movie snapped Cadance’s thoughts back to the here and now. Another funny scene was playing out and she couldn’t remember how it had been reached. The tingle felt like a live wire worming through her. She couldn’t wait any longer. “Twilight? Could you pause the film? I have to visit the little fillies room.” Cadance stood abruptly and shrugged off the blanket. If Twilight noticed the stiffness in her movements she didn’t mention it. Cadance sighed as she looked back at herself in mirror. Her deceptively festive pill organizer sat open on the counter, now missing one of the tiny blue doses. The tingle faded quickly. Her heart was slowing back to normal speed and her crotch didn’t feel hot enough to set fire to anything. She kept her breathing deep and even and focused on a spot of wall just above and to the right of her head. It usually took about twenty minutes for the medicine to kick in. She couldn’t hide in the bathroom that long without raising questions from Twilight however. Cadance stood and flushed the toilet for effect while she closed and slipped her organizer back into her overnight bag. She could do this. It was Twilight. Her sister, for crying out loud. The medicine quelled that urge. She had to have faith. The medicine and the therapy silenced that voice. She had to have faith. She was a normal pony. She had to have faith.