Well...maybe I can behave tomorrow?

It took Cadance awhile to clean her up after Trixie had left her so thoroughly glazed, but the princess relished the ritual of managing to wash, rub, and practically scrape the crusted spunk off her royal body. It was sort of like aftercare for her, almost. Relishing in the physical proof that she'd managed to satisfy another fat ponycock. Eventually, she dragged herself out of the bathroom, glowing and radiant, skin pampered with the best and most exotic beauty products an empire could provide.

There was no question of going to Shining, of course. Caddy was still replaying her encounter with that mysterious magician in her mind as she sunk into the warm, comforting folds of her bed, wriggling underneath the sheets, grinning as she savored the memory of what servicing that cock had made her feel. God, she loved being a slut. But she was still a princess, too. And that meant she had obligations, right?

Yeah, tomorrow she'd work, defini...defin...

It was already midmorning by the time the princess pushed herself up in bed, tits swaying, light streaming in the window. She had said she'd work. But now that she was awake, Cadance could already feel her body and mind start jonesing for cock.