C'est la vie

“Are you sure that there are none of these ‘aliens’ on your world, mon cher?”

“Yep. I’m pretty sure.”

“Positive?”

“Aha. I’m ninety percent sure.”

Fleur opened her mouth to ask another question when something flashed across Sam’s computer. A tall, lanky, black alien with a pair of terrifying mouths. It was racing down a dark, metallic hallway, chasing a poor bloodied human female.

The alien let out a roar, causing the unicorn to flinch. She burrowed her muzzle into the crook of her photographer’s neck. A shiver ran down her spine as she watched the alien close in on the poor woman.

“So, you don’t have to deal with those monstres then?” she asked, gesturing toward the screen.

Feeling the supermodel tense as the movie actress let out a scream, Sam gave her side a reassuring pat.

“We don’t have those suckers running around, no. But that don’t mean there aren’t aliens,” he said. “A couple years ago, people back home would have called me crazy if I told them that a purple pony with a horn and a set of wings would tear open a hole through reality. Now look at me.”

Fleur couldn’t help but jump as the alien let out another roar, reaching out and grabbing the screaming woman. She whimpered, crawling into Sam’s lap.

“You alright there, Fleur?” the photographer asked, wrapping his arms around her middle as she pressed her back against her chest.

“I thought I felt s-someone breathing down the back of my neck,” the supermodel responded, not taking her eyes off the computer screen.

Sam cracked a smile. “You know it’s not real, right? That’s just a guy in a rubber suit.”

“You don’t know that. You don’t even know if there are monsters like this running around on your world!”

“If the movie’s too scary I could put something else on.”

Fleur quickly shook her head. “Non. If you do that then I won’t know what happens in the end!”

“But—”

“Shush!”

The alien began to drag the screaming woman into a pitch-black room. The woman kicked and clawed at the beast, trying to get away, but it was no use. It dragged her into the room, pulling her away from the door frame that she was so desperately holding onto. One last scream echoed throughout the hallway before there was silence.

The tip of Fleur’s horn sparked to life, and with a spell she wrapped Sam’s arms a little tighter around herself.

“You know, you’re gonna have nightmares because of this, right?” Sam said, amusement clear as day in his tone.

“I w-will not. Like y-you said it’s just a movie. Now be a dear and get me a s-slice of pizza please.”

“Will you let me have one of my hands back?”

“…If you p-promise to be quick, mon ami.”

This time, Sam couldn’t help but chuckle. Reaching over, he grabbed one of the many, many pizza boxes that sat around his couch and opened it. Grabbing a slice of pizza, he lifted it in front of Fleur’s face. Fleur, keeping her attention glued to the screen sitting on the table in front of her, plucked it out of his hand with a spell.

“Merci,” she said, before taking a big bite out of the slice.

“De rien,” Sam answered, tickling the side of her neck.

The unicorn couldn’t help but smile even as she began to chew. She wiggled herself deeper into her photographer’s lap, anxious to see if the team of scientists were finally going to destroy the alien. She had just about made herself comfortable when there was a sudden, and very loud, knock on the door.

Fleur, ever the picture of grace and charm, nearly jumped to the ceiling, throwing her half eaten slice of pizza across the room. “Non! Ne me recevez pas! Je dégusterais horriblement!”

Sam let out a quiet laugh, keeping a tight grip on her so she didn’t fall off the couch. “That’s just someone outside, you big baby.”

Fleur’s head snapped to and fro, scanning the room. She searched for a moving shadow, listened for any growling or hissing, looked for any signs that her and Sam were not alone in the room. When she realized that they weren’t being stalked, and that she had nearly jumped out of her fur because of a knock at the door, she found herself reddening.

“I… yes, you’re right,” she said, clearing her throat. “I knew that.”

“Ms. Fleur? Ms. Fleur? May I come in?” someone on the other side of the door asked, knocking once again.

“You better not let ‘em in,” Sam whispered in her ear. “They might be one of those skin-changer aliens.”

“Oh bordel,” Fleur said, giving him a slap on the thigh before hopping off of his lap.

Giving him a glare—which had Sam laughing—she ran a hoof through her mane. “Oui, you may come in.”

There was a pause, before the sound of the doorknob turning could be heard. The door was thrown open, revealing one of Fleur’s servants.

“Ms. Fleur,” the young unicorn said stepping into the room. “There’s—wait a minute…”

The tip of the stallion’s horn glowed, and with a flick of the switch light flooded the room. Both Sam and Fleur, who had spent the last two days in near darkness, watching movies and eating their body weights in pizza, immediately covered their eyes.

“Oh Dieu du ciel!”

“Jesus!”

Ignoring the two’s cries, the servant trotted into the room, nervously looking around. “Ms. Fleur, I’m sorry to disturb you, but Ms. Photo Finish and Mr. Svengallop are at the front gate. They wish to speak with you immediately.”

Squinting, Fleur looked over at the mare. “Photo and Svengallop are here?”

The servant nodded, biting his lip. “Yes ma’am, but they’re not alone. Another pony is with them. A very important mare.”

The servant looked to his left, then to his right, before leaning toward the supermodel. “It’s one of the executives of Essence I think.”

The second her servant’s words registered, Fleur’s heart skipped a beat.

The executives of Essence were some of the most powerful ponies in the fashion industry. It was because of them that trends rose and fell. They put ponies in the spotlight and took that spotlight away. But what they rarely did was dirty their hooves by speaking to models personally.

Only twice in her career she had heard about an executive personally coming to see one of their models. The first time it had happened she had just started out in the business. One of the older models had been getting rowdy, mouthing off to photographers, making a fool of herself out in public, missing shoots. That mare, though a hoofful, had been one of the best of her time, but after the executive was through with her she wasn’t able to find work in one of the local fast food restaurants.

The second time happened to Fleur herself, and she’d never forget it. The hush that came over the studio after the stallion had entered the room, the aura that the he gave off as he slowly and calmly made his way toward her, the words of encouragement and approval he gave her before turning around and disappearing, she remembered all of it. The two sentences that the executive had spoken to her had helped skyrocket her career almost overnight.

And now another one was coming to speak with her. Unfortunately, Fleur had a feeling that she wasn’t going to receive any praise for her work this time.

“What?! Are you sure, mon cher?”

“I think so, ma’am,” the servant replied with a nod of his head. “They certainly looked like one of them.

“They just came here? Without warning?”

“Yes. The guards came and told me about them just a few minutes ago. I did my best to look for you, but I didn’t know you were still in your photographer’s room.”

Fleur bit her lip hard, her mind racing. “Invite them in,” she said. “Try to buy me a few minutes so that I can make myself somewhat presentable.”

The servant saluted. “Yes, ma’am. Right away, ma’am.”

With that, the unicorn trotted out of the room, leaving Fleur and Sam alone once again.

The moment that he was gone, Fleur spun around and scanned the now illuminated room. Pizza boxes and bottles of soda littered the floor. The couch was stained with tomato sauce and a big, greenish stain of something that she couldn’t quite identify. Taking a deep whiff of the air, she took in the scent of cheese, sweat, and old couch.

Hyperventilating, she looked down at herself to see dirty, messy fur and a wild mane and tail.

“I look hideuse!” she cried, trotting in place as panic made her fur stand on end. “I need to shower and… and I need to brush this rat’s nest!”

Her gaze snapped over to Sam. Just like her, the human looked more than a little worse for wear after their two day movie marathon.

There was a noticeable stubble on his face, and his shirt was absolutely covered in sauce. Just like her, his hair had seen far better days, and his eyes were as bloodshot as she’d ever seen them.

Sam, for his part, was looking around the room carefully, letting out a whistle as he did so. “We can really fuck a room up in two days, huh?”

He looked down at his feet, kicking one of the empty pizza boxes. “It really goes to show you just how much—”

Fleur’s head snapped toward the door. The tip of her horn glowed, and before Sam could finish his thought he was yanked to his feet.

“We both need a shower! There’s no way we can be seen by that exécutif like this!” The unicorn let out a whine, trotting in a circle. “I’ll need some eyeliner and foundation, and you’ll need a shave mon ami!”

With a flick of her horn, she levitated Sam over toward her. Sam, naturally, began to squirm, trying to free himself.

“Hey now, easy there. There’s no need to freak out,” he said, batting at the magical aura wrapped around him. “I’m sure it’s not that big of a—”

“Big? Of course it’s big. It wouldn’t be big if an executive of the company was here to see me. Who am I kidding, they're bound to be here for the both of us!” Fleur said, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “She’s no doubt here to speak to us about what’s been happening for the last few days.”

Taking a few deep breaths, she placed Sam right next to her.

“C'est d'accord, c'est d'accord. There might be nothing to worry about! Photo is with her, so I doubt they’ve come here to chastise me,” she muttered, before a small, worried frown came to her face. “Though… Photo might just be here to soften the blow. Or perhaps she’s here to give us the bad news personally. Whatever that may be...”

Theories and fears began forming in her mind by the dozen, but she just shook her head. “Non, non. We can’t go to that mare frazzled. We need to be calm and collected. We need to be calm and collected!”

“I’m perfectly calm. You’re the one freaking out,” Sam said, and was ignored.

“First, shower,” Fleur said to herself with a nod. “A quick one.”

Sam sighed. “Let me go then. I’ll shower here while you—”

Fleur looked over at the clock hanging on the wall. To her horror, she saw that far too much time had passed since her servant had left. Photo, Svengallop, and the executive were no doubt inside and waiting for her and Sam to make their appearance. The thought made her stomach tighten.

“No. There’s not enough time. We’ll need to shower together!” she said without thinking.

Sam paused, blinking. “Wait. What did you just—”

There’s no time, mon cher! Give me a moment and I’ll teleport us into my room. The shower there will be large enough for the two of us!”

Sam, reddening, opened his mouth to protest, but Fleur was already charging up the spell. With a pop, the two teleported out of the room, reappearing a moment later in the supermodel’s personal bathroom.

The second that her hooves touched the bathroom’s marble tiling, Fleur was a whirlwind of action. Using her magic, she grabbed bottles of liquid soap and shampoo, a jar of foundation and some eyeliner. The shower was turned on, and with another pop, a new set of clothes for Sam appeared on the sink.

“Come, come, chèr, we don’t have much time,” the supermodel said, nudging his stomach with a hoof. “Clothes off.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on a second!” Sam said, his blush creeping down his neck. “You gotta take me on a date or two before gettin’ me outta my clothes, sister!”

“You see me naked all the time!”.

“Yeah, but your junk isn’t out for everyone to see!”

The supermodel reddened, her gaze drifting down to her photographer’s groin, recalling that he had no sheath whatsoever.

“I… I understand that, mon ami, and I’d usually never ask you to do something like this, but the two of us need to look presentable, and the mare of Essence no doubt knows you’re here andIcan’tdothiswithoutyoupleasepleaseplease—”

“Fine. I’ll do it,” Sam said, clamping a hand on Fleur’s muzzle. “Just… stop that. Please.”

“Really?” Fleur asked.

Sam grimaced, his blush deepening as he released his hold on the unicorn’s mouth. “Yeah, if this is that important to ya, then I’ll do it. But we’re not gonna dilly-dally.”

“Of course. We'll be in and out as quick as we can be,” Fleur promised, placing a hoof over her heart. “

“And if there’s any… movement downstairs I better not hear about it.”

Fleur’s brow furrowed in confusion. Sam, looking away from her, motioned at his groin. It took a moment or two, but she quickly realized what he was getting at.

“Ohhhh…”

While she couldn’t help but be more than a little flattered with what Sam was insinuating, she knew better than to say anything about it. Instead, she just smiled.

“Bien sûr,” she said with a nod of her head.

Sam’s gaze flicked from Fleur to the shower. Taking a deep, shaky breath, he began to pull his shirt off.

“Alright, let’s hurry up then.”

As he lifted his shirt above his head, Fleur’s gaze snapped back down to his crotch. It lingered there for a few moments before, shaking her head, Fleur turned around and trotted into the shower.

“Professionnelle,” she whispered. “Vous devez être professionnelle!”

Knowing that time was not on their side, Fleur got to work as soon as water hit her coat. She made sure that her body was completely soaked from horn to tail. When that was finished, she opened up a bottle of liquid soap and poured it down the length of her back, grabbing a loofa. She was just about ready to pour of healthy dollop of shampoo into her mane when she heard Sam stepping into the shower with her.

“Scooch over and let me get r-rinsed off,” he said, not quite able to keep the nervousness from his voice.

“Alright,” Fleur replied, keeping her gaze glued to the floor as she levitated the soap in his general direction. “And here’s s-some soap if you’d like to use it.”

She took a few hasty steps backward, lifting her gaze just enough to see Sam’s bare legs. She continued scrubbing herself as quickly as she could. After a few moments of fiddling with the bottle of soap, Sam could be heard doing the same.

“Could you pass me the shampoo p-please?”

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.”

Fleur tensed when she saw Sam turn around. The urge to look up surfaced, but she was able to beat it down, if only barely.

An uneasy silence descended upon the bathroom, broken only by the sounds of water hitting the tiled floor. Fleur managed to scrub her entire body to what she hoped was some semblance of cleanliness. Sam, meanwhile, was able to clean himself completely.

“O-Okay. Go ahead and rinse yourself off,” Sam said, stepping around the supermodel, his bare flesh lightly rubbing against her side.

Fleur tensed at the contact, dragging her tail against his bare leg despite her best efforts. “S-Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“Would it be too much to ask if... you to help rinse off my tail?”

There was a noticeable pause before Sam cleared his throat. “Rinse off your tail?”

“O-Oui. “It’s usually v-very hard for a pony to clean their tail, magic or n-not, and because of that it usually takes the most time, but if you were to…”

She trailed off, feeling her blush creeping down her chest. Seconds ticked by as she waited for her photographer’s answer. She was about to apologize for asking him to do such a thing when she heard him kneel down behind her.

“I-Is—” Sam cleared his throat. “Is there anything special that I need to do with it?”

“Non!” Fleur replied, just a little too loudly. “Just make sure that there’s no soap in my tail p-please.”

“Alright.”

“And thank you f-for helping me.”

“Don’t m-mention it.”

“Oui…”

“Okay… I’m going to grab your tail now alright? If I pull on it too hard or anything like that, just tell me.”

Fleur opened her mouth to answer when she felt Sam’s fingers wrap around her tail dock. Her entire body went ramrod stiff, and her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as a bolt of unexpected pleasure nearly made her back legs give out.

“Shit. A little too high,” Sam muttered, letting go of her dock and grabbing a handful of her tail. “Sorry.”

“I-It’s alright, mon cher,” Fleur said with a breathless little laugh. “It’s alright. I’m fine. You just caught me off guard.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes. Please, continue.”

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath to steady herself, she let magic flow into her horn. With a spell, she adjusted her shower head so that its spray of water hit the middle of her back. She thoroughly rinsed her mane and her body, doing her best to keep her mind focused on the task at hand.

She did all that she could to ignore Sam holding her tail with one hand while he used the other to push the shampoo in it downward. She did her best not to notice how good it felt and how each time he gave it a little tug her backside would wiggle. She especially ignored the heat that was building up in her lower belly and the wetness trickling down her leg that wasn’t from the shower. And she succeeded. Mostly.

Just like the rest of the shower, Fleur was quick. Rinsing herself off may have taken under a minute. But it had been a very long, very trying minute, and by the end of it, both the human and unicorn were redder than they had been in their entire lives, shaky, and more than a little breathless.

“B-Bien, we’re a-almost done,” Fleur said, hopping stiff-legged from the shower, her tail flagging far higher than she wanted it to.

She used her magic to levitate a pair of towels for her and her photographer. Sam quickly turned the shower off and stepped out of it, wrapping his towel around his lower body. Looking over her shoulder, Fleur could clearly see the outline of the human’s not-so-soft manhood through the towel. She quickly turned away, coughing.

“Thank you very much for doing this, Sam,” she said, trying to regain some composure. “I can’t imagine how uncomfortable that much have been for you.”

“Yeah,” Sam muttered, trying to discreetly adjust his junk so that it wasn’t as noticeable. “Uncomfortable.”

@-@-@-@-@-@-@

Like Fleur had been expecting, Photo, Svengallop, and a mare in a very fine suit were all sitting around a small table with drinks in their hooves. Photo and Svengallop were chatting excitedly with each other, while the executive was swirling her drink with a bored expression on her face.

Fleur’s stomach tightened at the sight of the mare. She stopped in her tracks, stopping Sam with a hoof. “Do I look presentable, mon cher?”

“You look fine,” Sam assured, running his fingers through his still wet hair.

“Just fine?” Fleur asked, biting her lip.

Her photographer rolled his eyes. “There’s nothing to worry about. You look great.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

“My mane looks fine? There’s nothing wrong with my coat?”

“Yes.”

“And what about my eyes? Are they clear?”

“Yep. You look like a million buc—er bits.”

Fleur’s eyes darted back to the executive. Trotting in place, she motioned for Sam to kneel. When he did so she darted forward, straightening his shirt, fixing his hair, and wiping the nonexistent dirt from his face. She then pulled into a quick hug and gave him a kiss on both cheeks.

“Everything’s going to be fine, mon ami. Everything’s going to work out swimmingly. There’s absolutely nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.”

Giving him a peck on the nose, she took a deep breath and forced herself to smile. Sam, rolling his eyes, stood back up as Fleur trotted over to the group.

“Good afternoon, mes amies! I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”

Photo, Svengallop, and executive turned toward her.

“Zere you are,” Photo said, taking a sip of her drink. “We were getting worried, Mädchen.”

“Yes, I was just about to go and look for you,” Svengallop added, setting down his cup.

Fleur forced out a laugh. “Mes excuses. I would have come down much sooner but I needed to freshen up a bit.”

Photo smiled behind her glass, her eyes flicking from Fleur to Sam. “Ja, I’m sure both you and your amoureux needed quite a bit of freshening.”

Fleur very nearly stumbled, but she managed to catch herself at the last moment. The tip of her horn glowed, and with a spell she grabbed Sam—who had been content to stand out in the hallway— by his hand and yanked him forward.

“So, I heard that you wanted to see me?” the supermodel asked, ignoring the dirty look Sam gave her and taking a seat right next to Svengallop.

Looking back over at the executive, her heart skipped a beat. “It’s nothing bad I hope.”

The executive, setting her mug down, leaned toward Fleur, an unreadable expression on her face. “Good afternoon Ms. de Lis, Mr. Thompson. My name is Silver Dollar, and I’m from the company.”

“Bonjour, Ms. Dollar,” Fleur said with a curtsy.

“It’s very nice to meet you ma’am,” Sam said with his best smile.

The executive inclined her head. “Yes, very good. Now, since I’m not one of beat around the bush, I’ve come down here to say that myself and a few of the high-up’s have been… concerned with some of your recent activities, Ms. de Lis.”

The smile on Fleur’s face diminished. “Oh?”

Silver Dollar nodded. “Yes. As I’m sure you know, everypony that works with Essence has to conduct themselves a certain way, be they model or custodian.”

Photo snorted. “One should not worry about what the common ponies thing in ze face of fashion.”

“That may be well and good for you, Ms. Finish, but unfortunately the rest of us must think of Essence as a business,” the executive coolly replied. “But as I was saying. Our employees need to carry themselves a certain way, especially those ponies that are in the limelight. And, unfortunately for you, many of us have felt that you’ve been acting in a way that would affect the Essence brand.”

The mare’s eyes drifted toward Sam as she sat down with a grunt.

“Mr. Thompson here has an excuse. He’s from a completely different world. You, however, should know better.”

Fleur felt herself shrinking down with each word the mare said, her heart sinking. “I… I understand.”

She looked over at her manager, expecting a look of anger or despair. To her surprise, however, the stallion looked so excited that he could barely sit still. Frowning gently, she looked over at Photo, who had a small smile on her face.

“That being said,” Silver continued, reaching into her suit. “Essence, no matter how large it becomes, is nothing without the ponies that support it. And, for some reason or another, a lot of ponies seem to be reacting positively to your antics.”

Pulling out a newspaper, the mare dropped it on the table. Fleur quickly unfolded it to see both her and Sam, surrounded by ponies and that ratty old couch that they had carried through the streets.

“Your actions the other day are ringing well with many blue-collar ponies across Equestria,” Silver said, the barest of smiles coming to her face. “They also seem very… captivated with your relationship to your photographer here. It has many ponies curious about the hyoo-man world, which is what a lot of very powerful ponies want.”

“Human,” Sam corrected, only to be nudged in the ribs by Fleur.

Svengallop, no longer able to contain his excitement any longer, spoke. “I’ve been speaking to Ms. Dollar and a few of her associates, and it seems like they want you to go over to the other side of the portal!”

Fleur blinked, slowly processing what her manager had just said. “… Excusez-moi?”

“Princess Celestia herself has been looking for ponies to visit the human world. Some of us thought, her highness included, that you’d be a perfect candidate.”

“The princess is already speaking to the leaders of the human world. She’s attempting to get you into a hyoo-man fashion show!” Svengallop gleefully said, clapping his hooves together.

Fleur looked between her manager and the executive, trying to form words. “Really?”

Photo laughed. “Now you can show a whole other world ze magicks, my girl!” she said, wrapping a hoof around her shoulder.

“But what about the shoot?” Fleur asked, excitement quickly replacing fear and anxiety. “We’re still not halfway done with that.”

“Blah! You’ll finish ze shoot and zen go,” Photo said with a wave of the hoof, looking over at Sam and winking. “When you’re finished, you’ll go zere and show zose hyoo-man mares the meaning of beauty!”

A very quiet, very excited sound escaped Fleur’s throat. She had come down here expecting that her career was going to come to the end, and here she was, in a prime position to make history. She’d be Fleur de Lis: a model famous in not one but two worlds.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” she said. “It’s an… an honor, and I’d be happy to accept.”

“Then it’s decided then,” Silver Dollar said with a nod, grabbing the newspaper and slipping it back into her suit. “We’ll make the arrangements. Now, I apologize for coming and going so quickly, but I really must be leaving. There’s quite a few matters that I must see to today.”

“Give me a moment, and I’d be happy to take you to the door, ma’am,” Svengallop said, before leaping out of his seat, trotting around the table, and pulling Fleur into a hug.

“I’d love to stay and celebrate with you, hon, but I need to go as well,” he said, giving her cheeks a kiss. “But I’d just like you to know that I’m glad you didn’t get rid of your photographer. If it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t be here now.”

Giggling, Fleur hugged her photographer back. “I wouldn’t be where I am today without you, mon cher.”

“I’ll make sure to come in a few days to tell you the finer details about this.”

“Merci. I’m looking forward to it.”

Svengallop let out a giggle of his own, though he quickly regained control of himself, coughing into a hoof. “Ms. Dollar? If you’d come right this way…”

As her manager and executive exited the room, one using collected, measured steps and the other practically skipping, Fleur looked over at Photo. The mare had her hooves kicked up on the table, her cup in hoof.

“I’m very glad zat you took my advice, meine Liebste,” she said, smiling.

Taking one last sip of her drink, she set her cup down and hopped out of her chair. Walking over to Fleur, she pulled the unicorn into a hug nuzzling her. “I hope he doesn’t wear you out too much. He looks like such a big boy, my girl.”

As Fleur reddened, Photo broke their hug, trotting over to Sam and sniffing the air around him.

“Hmm… Ze two of you are using ze same shampoo?” she said to herself, tapping a hoof against her chin.

A blushed worked its way onto Sam’s cheeks. “We had to hurry up and get down here so we shared a shower, ma’am.”

The older mare chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure, my boy. I’m sure,” she said patting his leg. “Did you pull her tail while you were showering? I’ve been told zat she really enjoys zat.”

Fleur stiffened. “A-And how do you know that?!” she demanded.

“I didn’t,” Photo replied. “But now I do, and so does Sam.”

She looked over at a red-faced Sam. “I hope you use zat information wisely, my boy. Now, although I’d like nothing more zan to stay and celebrate with you, I must be off. Herzliche Glückwünsche to the both of you.”

Looking up at the ceiling, she clapped her hooves together. “Strudel! Guerlain!”

A mare rolled out from underneath a rug, while another popped out from behind a set of curtains. Both mares rushed over and hopped onto Photo’s back. With a cry, the earth pony raced out of the room with a happy yell.

Sam, watching her go, scratched his head. “What the fuck is wrong with that pony…?”

The human turned to look at Fleur, only to find that she was no longer sitting next to him. Frowning, he looked around for the unicorn.

“Fleur? Where the heck did you run—”

The only warning that Sam was given was a high-pitched squeal before he was teleported out of the room. For half a second he saw nothing, then a kaleidoscope of colors, then a blindingly bright light. He had just about let out a curse when the light disappeared and he realized that he was sitting on something lumpy.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

Cautiously opening an eye, he saw that he was once again in his “room”, sitting on his old, ratty couch. He also saw Fleur, looking as happy as he had ever seen her, skipping around the room like a parade horse.

“I can’t believe this! This is fantastic! Better than fantastic! This is changement mondial!”

The tip of the unicorn’s horn glowed, and before Sam knew it he was floating in the air.

“Hey!” he shouted, flailing. “Will you quit with the floating and teleporting for five sec—thmp!”

Fleur, racing over to the human, wrapped her hooves around his neck and kissed him. Before he could process that happening, she began peppering his face with kisses.

“I thought that they were going to run me out of town, or send you away, mon cher,” she said between smooches. “But no! They reward me with the opportunity of a lifetime!”

Fleur released her magical hold on her photographer, dropping him the two inches he was floating to the floor. Before he could so much as blink the supermodel was on top of him, chattering in excited Prench as she kissed and rolled the two of them around.

“I get to go over to your world to model. I’ll see dress designs that nopony’s ever seen! I’ll feel new fabrics! OhI’msoexcited!”

Sam though, he wanted to be annoyed about the unicorn manhandling him like she had, couldn’t help but laugh at how she was acting. “Easy there. You’re gonna hurt yourself, or blow a gasket or something.”

“We’re going to go down in the history books, mon ami! Our names will be carved in the foundations of a whole new world of fashion!”

“You think so?”

“Oh, I know so! Now I can go see everything that you’ve told me about!”

“What? You get an offer to go over to my world and the first thing you want to do is go see my crappy town?”

“Oh course! I can see all of those bridges, and the stadiums! You can take me to your old house to see your family and we could see a football game together!

The two rolled around for a minute or two more, playfully tickling and poking and laughing with each other. Fleur continued to kiss her photographer, enjoying each time he shied away when her lips touched his, even as her face grew redder and her heartbeat quickened.

Eventually, heart pounding in her chest and panting like she had just ran a marathon, the supermodel found herself pinning Sam to the floor. Just like her, the human was as red as an apple, breathing hard and smiling like a fool. The sight brought a warmth to her chest, causing her to lean down and kiss him right on the nose.

“It’s going to be wonderful,” she murmured, resting her head against his chest and sighing.

“I knew he didn’t have to do that shit in the shower,” Sam grumbled

“Oh, was it really that bad?” Fleur teased, rubbing a cheek against his sternum.

The human flinched. “I’m not saying that it was bad. All I’m saying is that it’s a little… difficult taking a shower with a supermodel.”

He lifted up both hands and waved them around vaguely.

“It’s hard to be a gentleman when you’re naked and there’s someone like you right next to him…”

Lifting her head up, Fleur gave her photographer a kiss on the jaw. “That’s very sweet of you to say, mon cher. It’s nice to see that you really do find me attractive.”

Sam opened his mouth to retort, but quickly closed it. “What jagoff wouldn’t think you were pretty?.” he demanded.

Fleur’s smile widened. She leaned down again, this time giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh mon amoureux,” she said, playfully rubbing her nose against his. “Je pourrais juste te manger!

Sam wiggled in place, clearly embarrassed. This just caused the supermodel to laugh. Giving his cheek a nuzzle, she rested her head right next to his.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, mon amour,” she said. “One should never be ashamed of their feelings. Especially if those feelings are returned.”

This time, when she leaned down to kiss him, Sam didn’t shy away. In fact, when her lips touched his, she felt him returning the kiss. Fleur held the kiss for a few moments, feeling her excitement give way to a familiar heat building in her lower belly, before breaking it.

“I also think that you’re very fetching, and I’m not too proud to admit that I had some difficulty keeping my gaze from wandering when you were in that shower with me.”

Pressing more of her weight against her photographer, she was pleasantly surprised to find that her kisses and wiggles hadn’t gone to waste. Sam grimaced, a look of shame coming to his face when her lower belly came into contact with something hard and twitching. He opened his mouth to say something, but his words turned into a gasp as Fleur began grinded herself against the bulge.

“I wanted nothing more than to look over and shoulder and see what you looked like in all of your glory, mon amour,” Fleur continued breathlessly, her back legs twitching. “And, if we didn’t have to speak with Photo and the others, I would have liked for you to see me in all of my glory.”

“Really?” Sam asked, his toes curling as she pressed her marehood directly against the outline of his cock.

“Oui, I would have liked that very much. I’d still like it very much,” Fleur said, biting her lip as a spark of pleasure made her hooves curl. “Among other things.”

She looked into Sam’s eyes. She saw nervousness, excitement, arousal, and more than a bit of joy in those blue eyes of his.

She waited for him to tell her to stop, to push her away, but he did neither of those things. Instead, he slowly reached up, cupped her face, and pulled her into a kiss.

This was no little innocent little peck. There was hunger in this kiss, a desire for intimacy that caused the warmth in Fleur’s belly to turn into an inferno. The unicorn moaned into the human’s mouth, grinding herself against him harder. Lips parted, tongues slipped from mouths, and the battle for dominance began.

Sam tried to roll the two of them over, but Fleur shifted her weight, preventing him from doing so. Both of her hooves found themselves running through his hair while she did everything that she could to beat the human’s smaller, thinner tongue into submission. As she did this Sam used his thumbs to stroke her cheeks, which caused the unicorn to giggle in between their moans.

Determined to win this little battle of theirs, the tip of Fleur’s horn glowed. Her magical aura surrounded Sam’s groin, and immediately began stroking. Sam’s whole body twitched at the foreign and unexpected sensation. His tongue-work faltered, and he let out a moan.

The second that she heard this, the supermodel attacked his tongue with everything that she had. She quickly forced it into his mouth, beating it down until it no longer resisted. Victory assured, she began exploring the inside of Sam’s mouth, letting her wet muscle tease the insides of his cheeks and his teeth.

She was so focused on her human’s taste, warmth, and the pleasure that she was getting from the kiss, she didn’t notice one of Sam’s hands leaving her face and traveling downward. Slowly, Sam’s fingers wrapped around her tail, and before Fleur could so much as blink he gave it a hard yank.

“Eep!”

Pleasure exploded up the supermodel’s body. Back arching, she broke the kiss, threw back her head, and moaned. The magic stroking Sam’s cock faltered, and Fleur’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Sam, grinning, gave the unicorn’s tail another tug. “Hah! I didn’t think—”

“Dordel!”

Fleur’s body tensed as the fire in her belly boiled over and she came hard, soaking her photographer’s dress pants. She buried her nuzzle into the nape of his neck with a whimper, grinding herself against him as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body.

The orgasm, though intense, was far too brief for the supermodel’s liking. So, when she finally lifted her head up to look at a thoroughly confused Sam, she let out a huff.

“Why… did you pull… on it so… hard?” she demanded.

“I… didn’t think you’d be that sensitive?” Sam replied cautiously.

Huffing again, Fleur lifted herself onto shaky legs and looked down at her human’s groin. “You didn’t… cum yet?”

Sam’s brow furrowed. “No. No I didn’t. Why—thmp!”

With a growl, Fleur dropped herself back down onto him, grabbing him by the back of his head and forcing him into a kiss. Her horn sparked to life, and she began once again stroking him through his pants.

Sam let out a yelp as Fleur rubbed her soaked, still sensitive marehood against his hard length. His hips jerked, nearly bucking the unicorn off of him. This caused Fleur to hold onto him all the tighter, breaking their kiss with a gasp and forcing him to look at her.

“Vous allez finir. Vous allez m'en envoyer une grosse!”

“I don’t… I don’t understand what… you’re—fuck! Fucking saying,” Sam said, gritting his teeth.

Fleur snorted like a feral mare, pumping more magic into her horn while grinding harder and harder. Sam hissed in surprise, bucking his hips again.

“Jouis. Jouis. Je veux vous entendre crier mon nom comme vous le faites!

Mid-grind, Fleur found herself cumming again. She groaned, her marehood clenching at her human’s member, trying to coax him into orgasm.

As she rode the waves of pleasure once again, she poured as much magic into her horn as she could. She used this magic to stroke Sam’s length, play with his balls, mimic kissing, sucking, licking, all in an attempt to bring him to his finish.

“Fuck!” Sam yelled, his face contorting. “Fuck!”

His hips bucked again, and through his pants Fleur could feel him throbbing hard. She leaned, down, gently nipping his ear.

“Laisse toi allez pour moi. Laisse tout aller!

Sam, panting, shit his eyes tightly. “At least… let me take my… pants—FUCK!”

Beneath her, Fleur felt her human go ramrod stiff. His hips jerked and bucked uncontrollably. Through his pants, she could feel his cock pulsing again and again.

The model, sweaty and shaking, couldn’t help but smile triumphantly. This smile immediately left her face when she felt Sam give her tail another hard yank, sending her into her third orgasm.

“Douce Celestia!”

“Fuck!”

The two held each other, riding out their collective orgasms. Fleur continued rubbing herself again her lover until she felt him going soft through his pants. It was only then she let her body go limp and she closed her eyes, absolutely exhausted.

“Goddammit. Right… in the pants,” Sam said as he caught his breath, making a face. “Those were… my favorite… underwear too…”

Fleur giggled. “I’ll… have them washed… for you, my… étalon.”

“You better,” Sam replied, wrapping his arms around her as he gave her cheek a kiss.

The two laid there for a few moments, catching their breaths and basking in their afterglows.

“Je ne peux pas… attendre pour vraiment vous… monter, ” Fleur murmured, sighing to herself.

“What the heck… does that mean?” Sam asked.

The supermodel giggled, picking her head up and kissing his cheek. “You’ll find out soon enough, my love. Soon enough.”