C'est la vie

Fleur, for the first time in years, had the privilege of experiencing such a restful sleep. The unicorn, for the three hours since she had passed out, had slept like the dead. No amount of shouting or shaking would have made her open her eyes. Even if someone were to pick the mare up and drop her, she wouldn’t have so much as twitched.

But where one would have failed, nature would find a way. Celestia’s sun, warm and bright, slowly peeked over the Unicorn Range, and with it came light. This light swept through the land, chasing away the darkness and bringing forth the day.

A band of this golden light found its way through the window and curtains of Sam’s apartment to bathe the human’s room in light. Unfortunately for Fleur, this light shined directly onto her face. At first it was almost unnoticeable, but as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky, the ray became more and more powerful until it was blinding.

Sleep slipped through Fleur’s hooves like sand, and slowly but surely, she found herself waking up. And in her consciousness, she found only pain.

“Celestia doux au-dessus” the supermodel said with a groan, covering her face with both hooves.

She had a splitting headache and her stomach hurt. The sun was far too bright and the pungent scent of stale booze was making her nauseous. Every miniscule sound in the apartment was amplified by a thousand percent.

“No, no, no, no,” she whimpered. “Go away soleil. Go away...”

The sun, being a giant ball of super-hot gas that only listened to one mare, of course ignored her pleas. Fleur let out a pitiful whine, shutting her eyes as tightly as she could and wiggling for all she was forth, trying to find a place away from that horrible, painful light.

The wiggling, while it did nothing to get her out of the sun, helped a good deal in settling her upset stomach. This caused her to wiggle harder, hoping that it would also help keep her skull from exploding. Unfortunately for her, the wiggling did nothing to help her headache, but the longer she did it, the more she noticed that she was rubbing against something.

It was about level with her groin. Not hard enough to poke her painfully, but not soft enough that she was able to push it any way that she liked. Fleur, curious as to what this thing even was through the haze of pain that she was experiencing, took steps to investigate.

Her wiggles turned into slow, thoughtful grinds. She stopped her whimpering and listened. She even pressed more of her weight against it. Whatever it was, the thing had a plush feel to it, much like that of a soft blanket. It also seemed to have no rough edges whatsoever. Grinding against it, she could feel the thing pulse against her fur.

Fleur, nuzzling deeper into her bed, frowned. No matter how hard she pondered, she couldn’t think of what it could be. As far as she remembered, she hadn’t brought anything into bed with her.

So focused on puzzling out the answer, Fleur miscalculated a grind. Instead of rubbing up against her inner thigh, the object grazed the lips of her marehood.

The supermodel tensed, letting out a gasp as a wave of unexpected pleasure made her back legs twitch. “Oh my goodness…”

She lifted her backside up into the air, feeling the heat rush to her face. Svengallop would no doubt be knocking on her bedroom door at any moment, and as nice as it would have been to relieve herself, she had no desire for her manager to walk into her bedroom and smell her shame.

A sigh escaped the unicorn’s lips as she nuzzled her cheek a bit more forcefully against her bed. She was just about to roll onto her side and try to get a few more minutes of sleep before a recollection came to mind.

She didn’t need to be in the studio in the morning. In fact, her appointments had been cancelled for the last couple of days. That meant that Svengallop wouldn’t be knocking on her door anytime soon.

Fleur’s ears perked up at the realization. She tried to crack open an eye and look around, only for the sun to force her to close it with a groan.

“Bête sun,” she grumbled, waiting for the pain to subside.

As she did this, she slowly lowered her backside against whatever she had been rubbing on. It had somehow gotten bigger and just a bit harder.

Fleur’s face reddened, but she nevertheless lowered herself down onto the object so that it was in direct contact with her marehood. She sat still for a few moments, listening to see if anyone was about to knock on her door. When she realized that the coast was clear, she took a deep breath, savoring the potent, mouth-watering scent in the air, and began grinding.

“Oui. This... this is what I needed…”

At first, she grinded against the object lightly, with slow, even strokes. She wanted to feel every inch of its softness sliding against her cunny. Every little grind sent a little shiver of pleasure up her spine and caused her breath to catch in her throat.

But, as time went on and her marehood became slick with her arousal, the unicorn’s grinding became quicker, needier. She pressed herself against the thing so that it parted her lips, tickling the pink, sensitive flesh tucked inside.

“Hmmm…”

Her pounding headache began to subside, allowing her to focus on her own pleasure.
Fleur let out a groan, her hips bucking. Her breaths were becoming shallow. The ticklish feeling that had been building up in her lower belly began to spread upward.

“Oh yes… just a little more...”

The ticklish sensation began to build. Her movements became sloppy and unfocused, so much so that she was more humping than grinding.

“Just a… little…” the unicorn mumbled, leaning forward, making sure that the item rubbed up against her sensitive little nub.

She let out a whine, gritting her teeth. “Oh merde oui~”

With one last good grind, the heat exploded outside. Fleur let out another groan as she came, soaking the item, her lower body, and the bed. She nipped at her bed as she rode the waves of pleasure until the tension left her body and she collapsed.

Sweaty, panting, and reeking of sex, the supermodel couldn’t help but smile. “It’s been… awhile since I’ve… had such a… finish.”

She giggled breathlessly to herself, ready to fall back to sleep, when a thought came to mind.

There was a reason why she had woken up with a hangover. She had gone to Sam’s apartment to speak with him. She remembered that the two of them had been drinking, they had talked, and she had fallen asleep on top of him.

Fleur’s eyes snapped open as her afterglow was forgotten and panic set in. Picking her head up, she opened her eyes and looked right up into the sleeping face of her photographer. Staring at him for a few moments, she stood up and looked down between her legs.

What she had been grinding on wasn’t some bunched up blanket or pillow. No, she had been rubbing against a very particular part of Sam. A part of him that was making a tent in his soaked shorts, twitching every few seconds.

Cold, hard realization hit Fleur like a punch. “Oh no…”

A blush exploded across the horrified mare’s face as she scrambled off her photographer, doing her best to keep from waking him up. She had almost managed to get all four hooves off of the couch when her back legs caught on Sam’s leg, sending her tumbling to the floor.

“Merde!” she swore, before hopping to her hooves.

Luckily for her, Sam seemed to be out cold, quietly snoring without a care in the world.

Fleur bit her lip and began trotting in place. “What should I do? What should I do?” she asked, her stomach tightening.

She reached over with a hoof and poked at Sam’s pajamas. They were absolutely soaked with her cum.

“I need… I need to get these off!”

The tip of her horn glowed, and with a spell she managed to lift Sam up into the air. Pain exploded outward from the back of Fleur’s skull as she did this, which nearly caused her to drop her photographer, but she gritted her teeth and forced herself to continue.

Sam let out a sleepy snort in protest, but was otherwise still as she pulled his pants off. Seeing that the human was wearing even smaller pants underneath his pajamas, she touched them. To her relief, they were still relatively dry.

“I’ll… I’ll just need to have them washed,” she mumbled to herself, neatly folding the pajamas and setting them onto the table as she rubbed a throbbing temple. “Sam hopefully won’t remember that he was wearing these…”

Hiding the pajamas under the table, Fleur rushed over to the window and threw it open, frantically waving her hooves around to try and get the smell of sex out of the room. She then raced back over to the couch and, seeing a blanket on the floor, picked it up and tossed it over her photographer.

“Bien, bien, now I just need to…” she looked around, her mind racing, trying to see if there was anything else she could do to hide her crime.

She was about to take a step toward Sam, to rearrange the blanket so he would be a little more comfortable, when she was reminded that her backside was still soaked with her own cum when her cheeks wetly rubbed together. Grimacing, she looked back at her rump.

“I need... shower! I need to use the shower!” she said, feeling her headache coming back with a vengeance. “That’ll clean me up!”

Giving one last glance at Sam, Fleur could feel her stomach tightening. Using a spell, she pulled the blanket up her photographer’s body so that it was tucked under his chin.

“Je suis désolé, mon ami…”

She trotted over to him, leaned down and kissed his cheek. Her blush crept down her neck when she noticed that she could still smell her arousal on him. Waving her hooves around his body for a minute or two, trying to get rid of the smell, she trotted out of the living room and toward the bathroom.

Upon entering it, she saw that it was a tiny thing, so small that she had trouble moving around in it, but there was a shower. Like the bathroom itself, it was half the size of a regular shower, with a clear shower curtain and a rusty shower head, but even so, Fleur could feel her panic lessen just a hair at the sight of it.

“I may not be able to get rid of the smell from the room entirely, but at least I can get it off myself,” she said to herself, hopping into the shower and turning it on.

A sharp hiss that came from the old shower head before a stream of cold water erupted from it. Fleur tensed under this hail of fridge water but held her ground, adjusting the showers knobs.

“Please let there be warm water…”

Though it took what felt like an eternity, the water did eventually warm up, allowing the supermodel to somewhat relax. Not wasting any time, she grabbed a bottle of body wash that was sitting at the other end of the shower, along with a sponge. Pouring the soap onto the sponge, she began to lather herself up, paying special attention to her backside and lower belly.

When she had given her body a thorough scrubbing, she tossed the sponge behind her and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. Opening the top, she took a cautious sniff.

“Hmm… It’ll have to do,” she said, squeezing a generous amount onto a hoof before working it into her tail and mane.

Fleur, so focused on cleaning herself, didn’t notice that she had left the bathroom door opened. This meant that, between the sound of the water pitter-pattering against the shower’s laminated floors and her working on her mane, she didn’t hear the gentle tapping on the bathroom door. What she did hear, however, was the door opening.

“Stupid freakin’ shower…”

Fleur froze as Sam stepped into the bathroom and shuffled toward the toilet, his bloodshot eyes half-lidded and his hair messy.

“I thought the landlady fixed that stupid thing and here it’s probably been running since last fuckin’ night… Wasting all of that good water...”

Rubbing his face, Sam reached a hand into his smaller, thinner pants. Fleur’s heart leapt to her throat when she saw him fish out his cock.

It was remarkably like a stallion’s member. The head was shaped differently, and she couldn’t see a sheath, but there wasn’t much difference. None that she could see anyway.

Despite the embarrassment and horror that she felt about invading her photographer’s privacy, she found herself pushing the shower curtain aside so she could lean out of the shower and get a better look at the thing she had used to pleasure herself just a few minutes ago.

“There we go,” Sam said with a sigh, aiming his cock toward the toilet bowel. “Now let’s empty the—”

The human perked up. Penis still in his hands, he looked over to his left to stare right into a red-faced Fleur’s eyes.

“—water dragon…”

For a full minute the two just stared into each other. Neither spoke, neither moved, neither took a breath. Finally, slowly putting his dick back into his underwear, Sam coughed.

“Oh, hey Fleur,” he said. “I um… I guess I found where you went off to, huh?”

Fleur’s eyes snapped down to Sam’s groin before snapping back up to his face. “O-Oui. I… just wanted to clean myself.”

“I can see that,” Sam replied, taking a step back. “Did, um… did you hear me knocking on the door?”

Fleur’s gaze snapped back down to Sam’s groin. She could see the outline of his member through the thin fabric covering it. The sight made her clench her back legs even as she poked her head back into the shower.

“No. No I did not,” she said. “I was washing my hair and I did…”

“No, no, no! That’s fine! It’s my fault, not yours. I should have knocked a little louder.”

“And I should have locked the door,” Fleur said insistently. “After all that we drank last night, I should have known that you’d need to rut—pee! That you’d need to pee!”

Both the unicorn and human cringed as Sam took another step back toward the door. To Fleur’s delight, embarrassment, and amusement, she saw that her photographer was trying very hard not to stare at her wet, soapy body.

“Hey… do you remember anything that we talked about last night?” Sam asked, fidgeting with his hands.

“Yes,” Fleur responded with a nod. “Do you?”

“I do. Most of it anyways.”

Sam grunted as he collided with the bathroom door. Giving Fleur a smile that did nothing to hide the panic and embarrassment in his eyes, he hastily reached behind him and grabbed the doorknob.

“Were you serious about all of that stuff? The giving me a job and letting me stay with you thing? Proposition, deal, whatever you want to call it?”

“Of course!” Fleur jumped when she heard her voice echo off the walls. “Oh course. If you’d like to stay with me.”

“I would!” Sam’s gaze settled onto her rump for a second before he coughed and turned away. “I mean, I’d be happy to go if you’d have me.”

“I would.”

“Great! Awesome!” Fiddling with the door, Sam managed to throw it open. “After the two of us, um, get everything situated I’ll go talk to my landlady, and we’ll get that all figured out.”

He took a step back and accidently hit the door again. He cursed, staring back at it with a frown before smacking it with the back of his hand. The moment his hand connected with the wooden frame his eyes widened in pain. Fleur couldn’t help but smile as he cursed again as he shook the pain out of it.

“Alright, mon ami. Just let me finish and I’d be happy to help you,” she said.

Not able to help herself, she gave her flank a little wiggle. Sam’s gaze immediately snapped toward it. His blush deepened, and he almost ran into the door again.

“Alright! I’ll leave you to your shower then. The towels are in the closet behind me when you’re all done, and I have a spare toothbrush underneath the sink if you want to brush your teeth.”

With that, Sam stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door. Now alone, Fleur let out a sigh, leaning against the shower wall.

“Caillé séché…”

She was about to start washing the shampoo out of her mane when she heard a soft knock at the door. “Hey Fleur? You wouldn’t happen to know where my pants are would ya?”

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“Lift your end up more.”

“I am lifting it.”

“No, you’re not. You’re dragging it on the ground. I can hear it.”

“I am not. I can see that it’s up in the air.”

“No it ain’t. Now pick it up a bit more.”

“Je l'ai fait!”

“I have no idea what that means.”

It had been an easy thing speaking to the landlady about Sam leaving. The old earth pony, though sad to see him go, was nonetheless happy that he was moving to bigger and better places. It had also been a breeze to get everything in the human’s apartment packed and ready for moving. What was difficult, both the human and unicorn were finding out, was getting everything from his apartment to Fleur’s mansion.

“We can put it down for a minute if you want.”

“If I put it down it’ll take all day for us to get this to my estate.”

“It’ll take us like twenty minutes even if we take a few breaks. It’s not like you’re a million miles away or anything.”

Fleur let out a sigh, looking over her shoulder at the couch that she was helping carry with the help of her magic. Clothes, shoes, and blankets were stacked high upon the it, making it far heavier than it should have been. The only thing that made it just a little more manageable was the fact that Sam had somehow managed to attach straps to his fridge so that he could carry it like a backpack. Otherwise, the couch was unwieldy, awkward to hold even with her magic, and an eyesore to everyone that looked at it.

“You should have just left this couch at the apartment, mon ami,” she said, forcing more magic into her horn, thus lifting the couch a bit higher. A sharp spike of pain tore through her skull as she did this, causing her to grit her teeth.

Sam, who looked as awful as she felt, frowned. “Why the hell would I just give away a perfectly good couch that I paid for?”

“Because it’s not a perfectly good couch?”

“Whatcha mean? This is a great couch!”

Fleur snorted. “Oui. A great couch that has springs sticking out of it.”

“It’s... good for the price that I got it for.”.

Despite her pounding headache, and the fact the sun was still trying to burn a hole right through her skull, Fleur couldn’t help but smile. “If you bought this for more than twenty bits you were robbed, petit ami.”

“I got it for fifteen.”

Fleur grunted, tripping over an uneven piece of cobblestone. She stumbled a few steps, but managed to catch herself before she fell. A half dozen gasps erupted from the eerie silence of the street. Cursing under her breath in Prench, the supermodel looked up at the dozens of ponies watching both her and Sam.

Since the two had left the apartment with Sam’s worldly possessions in tow, they had been garnering such attention, and for good reason. It wasn’t every day that ponies got to see one of the most famous, sophisticated mares in the world carrying a couch through the streets of Canterlot like some savage. The thought, for some reason or another, made the smile on her face widen.

“You sure you don’t want to put it down for a second?” Sam offered.

Groaning to herself, Fleur let her end of the couch drop onto the cobblestone below. “Fine. But just for a few moments. I’d like to get home before the sun goes down.”

“We’re already halfway there, you big girl,” Sam said, dropping his end of the couch and pulling the fridge from his back and carefully setting it onto the ground.

Fleur made a rude gesture with a hoof, leaping onto the couch. Clothes and everything else on it shifted to accommodate her, and with a few wiggles she was able to make herself quite comfortable. Sam soon plopped down right next to her, closing his eyes and leaning back while half the street watched.

If she had been in a better state of mind, the supermodel might have been worried about just how shattered her image would be after the tabloids got their hooves on this. But, as tired and hungover as she was, she could only marvel at just how nice it felt to sit down.

“I should have just sent ponies to come pick your things up later today,” Fleur muttered, leaning against her photographer.

“Blah,” Sam said with a half-hearted wave. “This way we don’t have to pay anyone.”

“We should have paid someone, then we wouldn’t be out here making fools of ourselves.”

“Fools? We’re just carrying a couch down the street.”

“A couch, a mountain of clothes, a refrigerator.” Fleur found herself grinning even as she shook her head. “Ponies are going to be in an uproar. Again.”

“Oh my goodness.”

Cracking open an eye, Fleur saw an older mare and two stallions standing just a few feet from the couch with looks of concern. The older mare in particular looked worried, walking over and placing a hoof on Sam’s leg.

“You poor dears look like you’ve seen better days.”

“We’ve had a rough night, ma’am,” Sam said, keeping his eyes closed.

One of the stallion’s smirked. “You two have too much to drink?”

Fleur slowly shook her head. “Oui. Far, far too much.”

Around them, a few ponies chuckled.

“I guess it happens to the best of us, huh?”

“Aw, look at how they’re pressed up together…”

“I don’t care what the papers say. They look adorable…”

“I wonder what his dick looks like…”

“Do you think he lays eggs like ponies say he does?”

Slowly, ponies began to encircle the couch, whispering amongst themselves. Fleur eyed the ponies, ready to spring into action if the need arose. Sam, meanwhile, found himself wilting at the stares and the increasingly inappropriate conversation.

“You know, we might have been at my mansion already if you had left the couch,” Fleur whispered in his ear.

“This is a good couch, so stop pestering me about getting rid of it,” Sam whispered back, just loud enough for the ponies around them to hear.

Another wave of chuckles broke out as the older mare gave Sam’s leg another pat. “Would you dearies like some help?” she asked. “I’m sure a few of the strapping stallions here would be more than happy to carry this for you.”

Fleur and Sam exchanged glances.

“Thank you very much for the offer, ma chere, but we wouldn’t want to be any trouble,” Fleur said.

“Nonsense! It wouldn’t be any trouble at all!” the mare insisted. “We might not be the high rollers that you’re used to, hon, but we know that there’s nothing better than to help a pony in need!”

All around them, ponies echoed their agreement. Stallions, mares, even the odd filly or two stepped out of the crowd.

“Yeah!”

“We’d be happy to help!”

“We’ll get this thing over to your house in a jiffy, Ms. Fleur!”

Fleur looked around at the crowd, feeling oddly touched. Canterlot might have had its share of ne’er do wells, bullies, and paparazzi, but it was times like this when the city showed its true colors. Noble, commoner, rich or poor, princess or beggar, the ponies of this city all came together when one of its own needed help without exception.

“Merci, everypony,” she said, bowing her head humbly. “Sometimes, I forget that this city is only as great as it is because of the ponies living here.”

She pushed herself off of the couch and stood up. Grabbing Sam’s hand, she helped him up as well, giving the crowd her very best smile.

“And we’d be honored if you helped us. Isn’t that right Sam?”

Sam, who was still nervously eyeing the crowd, twitched as she gave his leg a jab. “Yes. Yes! We’d really appreciate the help.”

“Then why don’t we get going then?” another stallion asked, picking up one side of the couch. “Come on everypony, grab an edge. We’ll get it there in a jiffy!”

Mares, stallions, and foals alike let out a cheer. Some grabbed the couch, picking it up with both magic and teeth, while another group grabbed Sam’s small fridge. A few foals, excited and giggling, leapt up onto the couch for an impromptu ride.

“…Are we going to get robbed or something?” Sam quietly asked as the crowd talked excitedly amongst themselves. “It feels like they’re gonna lead us to some alley and rob us.”

Fleur couldn’t help but laugh. “Rob us? Of course not,” she said, leaning down to nuzzle a little filly as she trotted by. “This is just how the ponies of Canterlot are, mon ami.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it I guess,” Sam muttered, eyeing the ponies carrying his things cautiously. “But if we do get robbed you owe me a new fridge and couch.”

With that the procession began to make their way down the street. Ponies surrounded the supermodel and human around on all sides. There was laughter, there were questions, and when they all turned a corner Fleur somehow found herself carrying two foals on her back. Sam took a bit of time to warm up to the crowd, but soon enough he was surrounded by a group of mares, young and old, answering their questions.

Fleur found herself laughing and chatting with the ponies around her even though her head continued to throb. Every once in awhile, she could hear the clicking of the camera or see a news reporter furiously scribbling on a notepad, but she paid them no mind. Something wonderful was happening, something that she wouldn’t, and couldn’t, let such petty things ruin.

“Ms. Fleur! Ms. Fleur! Can I have a piggyback ride too?”

“Sweet Celestia… Even hungover you look beautiful. What kind of foundation do you use? Do you even use any makeup?”

“Holy hay are you one big stallion. What do they feed you guys over in hyoo-man land?”

“Why are your claws so funny lookin’?”

“Mister? Can I ride on your shoulders please?”

It was through the special, magical haze that Fleur and Sam made their way through the streets of Canterlot. The walk was almost a two-mile trek, but in no time at all the group found themselves standing at the gate of Fleur’s estate.

“Yeah! We made it!” one of the foals on Fleur’s back chirped, giving her mane a tug.

“We’re here!” Another said, giving her back a pat.

“We did it!” a third one cried, bouncing in place.

Fleur chuckled. “Oui, and I couldn’t have done it without your help,” she said carefully lifting each foal off of her back and setting them in front of her.

She nuzzled each of them, which had them giggling, as the ponies carrying Sam’s couch and fridge sat them right in front of the gate.

“There you go, Ms. Fleur,” a stallion said. “We got everything here all safe and sound!”

“You did. And I can’t thank you enough,” Fleur said, giving him a smile before looking around the crowd. “Thank you everypony. You’ve made this model’s day.”

“Oh, it was no problem, ma’am, all of us were happy to help,” the stallion said, winking. “Now why don’t the two of you get in there and get some shuteye? You two lovebirds look like you could use it.”

Some playful jeering came from the crowd, causing Fleur to redden. She stuck her tongue out at them in retaliation, which had everyone laughing.

The next few minutes consisted of more chatter, hugs, promises to make an appearance at a birthday party and a slew of dinner invitations. Eventually, however, the crowd eventually dispersed, leaving Sam and Fleur –as well as two very confused guards standing on the other side of the gate— alone.

“Well, that was… somethin’,” Sam said, a smile on his face.

“Oui,” Fleur replied with a nod, so filled with emotion that she couldn’t stand still. “It was, wasn’t it?”

The two drifted off into a comfortable silence, thinking on what had just transpired.

“…So, do you want to get all of this stuff into your house? I don’t know about you, but I could use—”

Leaping up onto her back legs, Fleur wrapped her forehooves around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Sam’s eyes bulged out of his skull, and in his shock he tried to step away, but the unicorn held him firm. She deepened the kiss, savoring the sensation of their bodies pressed together, the feeling of her lips against his, his scent, the color of his eyes.

After a few moments of weakly struggling, Sam began returning the kiss. His arms wrapped around her middle, pulling her as close to him as physically possible. Fleur giggled, breaking the kiss before it escalated any further. While she wouldn’t have said no if Sam had been willing, they were in public.

“Come, let’s get everything inside, mon cher,” she said, rubbing her nose against his before wiggling out of his grasp and dropping into all fours.

Sam, red-faced and disheveled, watched as she made her way toward his couch. Slowly, frustration began to creep onto his face, causing his nose to scrunch.

“What the hell was that?” he demanded, throwing his hands up into the air. “You can’t just go kiss a guy like that and walk away! That’s some bullshit! Bullshit!