Say Something by Anon 
(Cadance / Flurry Heart)
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(01/08/2019)

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/34095126/#q34099938

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One fine day in the Crystal Palace...
>Be you
>Anon-hoers
>Crystal Empire trooper extraordinaire
>Actually, not so extraordinary
>Just out of Basic Training, to be honest
>Still a basic Private
>Usually get stuck with guard duty
>That's not so bad most days
>Get to work outside
>Look cool in your armor
>Lots of pretty fillies & young mares flirt with you
>Sometimes some sexual after you're off duty

>But today is boring
>Every Thursday you've got corridor duty
>Patrol the Royal Family's private floor of the palace
>Nothing ever happens
>You might not even see another pony for hours

>Today is no different
>Barely an hour into your 8 hour shift
>Boooooooorrreed
>Nothing ever happens here
>Wish you'd brought a magazine
>No, bad idea
>If Sarge caught you reading on duty he'd kick your rump
>Just stand there and be bored
>7 hours to go...

>Then there's noise
>Coming from Princess Cadance's private parlor
>You trot over to investigate
>Put your ear close to the door
>You hear smacks
>Princess Cadance lecturing angrily
>Her daughter, Princess Flurry Heart crying
>Sounds like the young Princess is in trouble
>Poor kid
>She's only 13 or 14, but she's in the tabloid papers every day
>Gotta do everything right
>Lot of pressure on a kid
>Thankfully, it's over quick
>You scramble back to your guard spot
>You're just a Private, don't want to get caught eavesdropping on the Princess
>Just in time...the door opens
"Now get your nose in that corner, young filly!
"And I better not see you move from there until your time-out is done!"
>Flurry grumbles defiantly
"Mooom! I'm too old for time-out!"
>Pink Princess is not in the mood for backtalk
"Maybe you'd rather be grounded for a week? Or should I send your father up with his strap?"
>Even from your position, yards away, you can hear Flurry gulp at that
"No, Mom."
>Cadance turns and leaves
"Good. You are not to move until I come back to get you."

>You two are alone
>Awkward

>She can't move from her corner, but you can
>You take a good look
>Safe in the knowledge she can't see you
>She's wearing a sheer, golden dress
>Looks formal...there was probably some important event today
>The skirt is draped up over her filly rear-end
>And her rump is bright pink
>Not horribly so...but it looks like it still stings
>Her face is scrunched up
>Tears still roll down her cheeks
>You feel sorry for her
>Wonder what she did?
>All is silent

"I can hear you there."
>You almost jump out of your skin when she speaks
>It's embarrassing. You're a Royal Guard trooper, scared by a 13 year old filly
"I can hear your hooves, and your armor clinking."
>You don't know what to say
>You're just a guard, a Private
>It's not your business to get involved in the business of the Royal Family
>Besides, she's being punished
>You can't interfere
>But her next words break your heart...
"Please...won't you just say something?"
>Her voice is sad and feeble
>She's lonely, embarrassed
>Feeling miserable after a spanking from her mother
"Please? I know you're there."
>Alright, you have to say something
>Even if it does get you busted below-Private
>Is that even possible?
"Princess, um, are you okay? Can I get you anything?"
>She cracks a little smile, happy that some pony is talking to her
"How about a pillowcase full of snow?"
>You don't know if she's serious
"You know...to sit on."
>You chuckle a little
"Umm, I'm not sure that's allowed, your Highness."
>You walk over
>She does not move her nose out of the corner
"How about a glass of water, Princess?"
>She sniffles, but nods
>You find a crystal glass and pour her a drink from your canteen
"Thank you."
>Now what?
>Her wings stand straight up, angrily, defiantly
>But her ears tell the real story
>Flopped back in sad contrition
"Trooper, does my...um...backside...look real bad?"

>You take a glance at the Princess' rear
>This has got to be some kind of treason
>Do Privates get beheaded for inspecting Royal rumps?
"Is it really red? Feels bad..."
>You re-assure her
"No, Princess, just a little pink. Barely noticeable."
>She still doesn't seem happy about it
"I've gotta go back to that stupid reception when Mom decides my corner-time is over.
"It's gonna be SOOOO embarrassing. Everybody there is going to know!"
>You feel sorry for her, and let your guard down a little
"That sounds brutal."
>For the first time you sound like a fellow teenager instead of an angry adult
>It's true, you're only 5 years older than she is
>Her ears perk up
"Yeah, it totally sucks. I wish I could just go back to my room."
>Royal formality broken, you try to cheer her up with an embarrassing story of your own
"Yeah, I got my rump busted in training a while ago..."
>Actually it was just a few months ago
>But she's interested
"What happened?"
>You tell your story about how you and 3 other cadets snuck out of your training encampment to go into town
>First night of cider season
"Well, bad move. We ran right into our Lieutenant, who put us all on report."
>Flurry Heart begs to hear the rest
"Well, next morning we all got called out at assembly. We each got 20 lashes on the rump for going AWOL."
>She gasps
"Oh, it wasn't so bad, your Highness."
>A lie. It sucked big time.
"The worst part was working the rest of the day with a striped rump.
"All my friends have me a hard time."
>She feels bad for you, but laughs at your story
"Bet you never snuck out for cider again!"
>You agree, You didn't.
"I got it for sneaking cider from the kitchen once. Dad tanned my rump that day!"
>That's Prince Shining Armor to you...she calls him 'Dad'.
>But it's nice to hear her laugh
>She doesn't dare move from the corner, but at least she's not sad anymore
>You sit down next to her
"So, can I ask? What happened today, Princess?"

>She groans
"Okay, but quit calling me 'Princess' and 'Your Highness'. I get enough of that
>She dares to reach back and rub her sore cheeks
"Besides, I don't feel very Royal right now."
>Flurry explains how she got in trouble at a formal reception today
>Got into an argument with the Saddle Arabian delegate about maritime trade routes
"Truthfully, it was a one-sided shouting match."
>Her Mother, Princess Cadance, had to pull her out of there by her ear
"It was totally dumb, I knew better.
"Stuff like that gets debated in the committee meetings, not at a lunch reception."
>You kinda agree with her mother here
>Trying not to piss Flurry off in the process
>But she's accepted it by now
"Yeah, I over-reacted to stuff that wasn't even my business.
"But Mom didn't have to spank me and put me in the corner for it! Time-out!?
"I'm not a little filly!"
>You don't argue, she just needs to vent

>For the next hour you talk
>Giving sympathy, trading embarrassing stories
>Finally a pink, crowned head pokes around the corner
>You both freeze
>Is she busted for talking during her time-out?
>Are you busted for talking to the prisoner?
>But Princess Cadance gives an understanding smile
"Flurry, dear, you can come out now.
"Now wash up but I expect you at the luncheon in the dining room in 10 minutes."
>She nods approvingly at you, but says nothing

>Flurry sniffles and wipes her nose
"Thanks for keeping me company. I really hate lonely corner-time."
>Restoring formality, you give a respectful bow
"My pleasure, your Highness."
>She giggles at her title
"Trooper, after the reception I've got the rest of the afternoon free.
"Will you come up to my chamber after you're off duty? 
"You could see if my spank marks have gotten any lighter...maybe rub some cool lotion on them."
>*gulp*
>She gives you a flirty look and shakes her pink rear-end at you
>Ponut and underage filly bits on full display
"See you later on, Trooper."

>You are definitely getting beheaded for this.
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-----Appendix:-----

Some discussion in the original thread:

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/34095126/