“Look up at the ceiling and lift up a hoof for me. Smile too.”

It was very late in the studio. Most ponies, both models, regular staff, and even the agents had left hours ago. The few ponies that were there were clearly exhausted. Some were leaning against one another for support, some would nod off every few moments, only for another equally exhausted pony to nudge them awake. There were even a few ponies that were curled up on the floor, snoozing away just a few feet from the shoot.

Fleur herself was feeling just as tired as the rest of her staff. It had been a hard few weeks. They had gone full tilt in trying to get their shoot finished, taking what was usually six months of work and condensing it into two. The hours had been long and relentless, and the breaks had been far and few in between. And it was beginning to show.

The supermodel’s head hurt, and her body ached from all of the posing. No matter how many cups of coffee she drank, she couldn’t quite keep her eyelids from drooping. It was only through the small miracles that her makeup staff performed twice a day that she didn’t look like a complete and total wreck.

But there was light at the end of the tunnel. After busting their flanks for so long, they were nearly done. Just a few more photos and they could call this season wrapped up.

“Good. Now turn toward the camera and smile. Not a happy one, but one of those unsure smiles. Yeah, good, just like that.”

Sam looked the most exhausted out of everyone. With his camera work, editing, and sending pictures to Photo and other producers, the human might have gotten ten hours of sleep this week. Fleur honestly had no idea how he was still on his feet, let alone taking pictures.

“Now turn. Look over your shoulder and give me a saucy look. Saucier. There you go.”

Fleur, humming to herself in an attempt to stay awake, held her pose as her photographer took a flurry of photos.

“Keep holding that pose, hon,” he said, slowly walking around her. “I just need to take a side shot and…”

With one last click of his camera, Sam let out a relieved sigh. Letting the camera fall from his face, he turned around and looked at the few ponies left conscious.

“Alright! I think that’s it,” he said with a smile. “We’re all done here!”

He let out an explosive sigh, his shoulders sagging. “Fucking finally…”

For several seconds, no one moved, many still processing what the human had just said. But eventually ponies began to smile. This smiling turned into excited chatter, and the excited chatter turned into cheering. The ponies that were out cold were woken up, and after a quick explanation, they began cheering as well.

“Whoo!”

“Bucking finally!”

“Now we can go to sleep!”

Fleur let her hoof fall to the floor. She then let out a tired giggle, watching as ponies threw hats and whatever else they could get their hooves into the air and danced around like a bunch of excited foals.

“Oh, Celestia merci,” she said, bowing her head. “We’re finally done…”

A gaggle of designers quickly trotted over to the mare and proceeded to help her out of her dress, chattering excitedly to themselves. Fleur hugged each and every one of them, whispering her thanks for all of the hard work that they had done. The mares usually giggled, a tease or joke on the tip of their tongues, which had her laughing along with them.

There were as many hugs as were words of encouragement and congratulations. If these mares and stallions hadn’t been as exhausted as they were, every single one of them, Fleur included, would have gone out to a restaurant or bar and celebrated. But, they were all far too tired for such silliness, and it was quickly decided that their party would need to be on another day, after they all had gotten a good night’s rest. Ponies slowly began to trickle out of the studio in pairs, then groups, until only Fleur and Sam were left.

“Welp, I got about a thousand pictures to look through when we get home,” Sam said, looking down at his camera.

“Non, when we get home, the two of us have a bed waiting for us, mon amour,” Fleur said, hopping up onto her back legs and giving her human’s cheek a kiss. “Congratulations on finishing your first photo shoot by the way, Sam.”

“I don’t think I’ve been this tired since I was in high school, and me and a couple of my buddies tried to stay up for ten whole days,” Sam said with a sigh, leaning up against the unicorn and resting his head on her shoulder.

Fleur let out a giggle, wrapping a hoof around his shoulder as she gave the top of his head a kiss. “Why would you do such a silly thing?”

“Some kid from our high school said that all of these people were doing it because if you stayed up long enough you had hallucinations,” Sam replied, closing his eyes and nuzzling his cheek against his marefriend’s silky soft fur. “We all wanted to see a Pokémon, so we decided to do it.”

“What the hay is a Pokémon?”

“Little cartoon monsters that you can catch and fight with.”

Though Fleur had no idea why anyone would want to see something as terrifying as a fighting monster, she found herself nodding anyway. “And did you see these monsters?”

“Nope. I do remember seeing this freaky clown though. That sucker was ten feet tall with the biggest shoes that I’ve even seen. He was also green… for some reason…”

Realizing that he was going to fall asleep if he didn’t start moving, Sam lifted his head from Fleur’s shoulder.

“And congratulations on gettin’ all of this shit finished,” he said, giving her a peck on the lips. “Now we can start packing for home.”

A shiver of excitement ran up the length of Fleur’s spine, and though her body wanted nothing more than to fall onto the floor and shut down, her backside wiggled.

“Oui. Are your parents ready for us?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded rubbing his face. “Ol’ mom’s cleaning out the guest room as we speak.”

The smile on Fleur’s face widened. “Bien. I can’t wait to meet your parents.”

“They can’t wait to meet you either. Dad wrote that mom’s nearly bouncing off the walls. She’s so excited that I finally found someone.”

Scratching his chin, Sam made his way over to his table, where his computer and printer were sitting. Sitting down onto a stool, he put his camera down and started plugging it into his computer.

Fleur watched as he worked, wiggling again. In just a few days’ time, she’d be going over to a whole other world to represent her nation. But not only that, she’d meet her human’s family, see the streets he walked when he was younger, witness the city that he spoke so fondly of. All of that more than made up for these last few hectic weeks.

Giggling to herself, she trotted over and sat in the stool next to Sam. “Svengallop and a few officials are going to be coming to the estate in a day or so to go over a few things with us.”

“I’m sure they are. Before I came over here, we must have spent a month going to meetings and orientations and a bunch of other stuff. I’m sure if we hadn’t been so busy lately, they’d have been puttin’ us through all of that weeks ago.”

Wrapping her hooves around Sam’s free arm, Fleur pressed her side against his. “Do you think your family will like me?”

“My brother is gonna love you to bits, and my mom probably will too,” Sam replied with a yawn. “My dad might be a little iffy, and some of the neighbors are gonna to be confused, but it probably won’t be that bad.”

“Good. If they’re anything like you, I’m sure I’ll love them as well,” the unicorn said, giving his cheek a kiss.

Sam smiled as he flipped over his camera and opened up the bottom. Pressing a finger against a tiny compartment, he watched as a memory chip popped out.

“I’m gonna need to put this sucker in the computer, otherwise downloadin’ everythin’ that’s on it is gonna take forever. It’d also be a good idea to get this camera charged for a bit so it doesn’t up and die before we get home,” he said, carefully grabbing the chip with his pointer finger and thumb. “So we’re still gonna be here for a little while.”

“I thought I told you no working right now, mon amour,” Fleur said, poking his belly.

“If I don’t get it done now I’m gonna forget to do it when I wake up,” her photographer said, giving his cheek a couple of slaps. “If you wanna go home right now that’s fine. I’ll be right behind you when all of this is done.”

“Non, I won’t leave you,” Fleur said, shaking her head. “A mare is with her stallion ‘til the end.”

Sam’s smile widened just a hair. “I don’t think whoever said that meant the end to be the end of a photo shoot.”

“They didn’t say that it wasn’t either!” Fleur said, puffing her chest out.

Sam chuckled just as Fleur knew he would, turning his head to give her a peck on the lips. Before he could pull away, Fleur twisted around in her chair, wrapped her hooves around his neck, and pulled him into a proper kiss. Sam, though surprised, managed to push the memory chip into the correct slot of his computer before returning the kiss.

The unicorn let out a hum, parting her lips and letting her tongue slip out of her mouth. Her wet muscle prodded at her human’s lips, asking for admittance. Sam, with a throaty chuckle, opened his mouth, allowing her inside.

Tired as they were, there wasn’t much ferocity in the kiss. It was slow and careful. Their tongues didn’t so much battle each other as caress. There was still passion in the kiss however, and because of this passion, the two felt themselves waking up.

Sam’s hands slowly made their way down the length of Fleur’s body, teasing and touching every inch of his mare that he could, until he reached her rump. Fleur let out a muffled giggle when she felt those strong fingers of his digging into her cutie marks.

“Is my flank really that interesting, mon chéri?” she asked, breaking the kiss to give his nose a playful nip.

“If you had hands, you’d have trouble keeping yours off this thing too,” Sam replied, giving her cheeks a particularly rough squeeze.

Fleur let out a quiet groan as Sam, pressing his lips against hers once again, lifted her off her stool and plopped her into his lap.

“You know, more than a few of the other models think that—ah~! That my backside—Oh, just like that mon cher! Is too big,” she said, wiggling her rump as her human continued to lavish it with affection.

“Never tell me which ponies say that, because if I find out who’s tellin’ tales they’re gettin’ a bap on the nose,” Sam said, growling.

Fleur let out another giggle, though this one was far more breathless. She pressed more of her body against her human’s, savoring his warmth and scent. The unicorn could feel his cock slowly hardening as she grinded against it, but not quickly enough.

It had been a very long few weeks for the two of them, weeks so packed and hectic that they hadn’t gotten any time to themselves. No time for intimacy, no time to explore each other’s bodies. If they were lucky, they might have been able to get a bit grabby in the showers and share a quick kiss or two. And Fleur was sick of it.

Fleur let out a needy and almost frustrated groan, grinding herself against him with a little more fervor.

“I thought you said we had a date with a bed, hon,” Sam said.

“Is it wrong to want to play with my stallion after such a busy shoot?” the unicorn demanded, leaning down to suck on his neck.

“I’m not saying that. I’m just saying that maybe we should wait until we’re home to start gettin’ grabby.”

Picking her head up, Fleur was about to answer his question, when an idea came to mind. An idea that she was sure both of them would enjoy very much.

“Because there’s something we can do here that we can’t do at the mansion, mon amour,” she said, giving him one last quick kiss before wiggling out of his lap. “Come along, dear. Make sure to bring your camera.”

“The camera? What are we gonna use that for?”

“You’ll see.”

“This thing’s internal memory isn’t gonna hold all that much.”

“It’ll be fine. Now get your butt up and follow me.”

Sam, though puzzled, rose from his seat and unplugged his camera. He followed his mare toward a more secluded part of the studio, away from the front door and many of the windows.

“So, what are we doin’ back here?” he asked, looking around.

The tip of Fleur’s horn glowed. With a series of spells, she levitated over lights, backgrounds, props, and anything else she could get her hooves on. While she ran her hooves through her mane, changing it from prim and proper to messy and alluring, she began setting everything up.

Though she was nowhere near the level of the stage ponies and prop designers when it came to things like this, she was still able to set up a nice scene. It was nothing special, just a table and a few knick-knacks in front of a white background, but it would do well enough for what she had in mind.

“I thought that you’d like to take a few pictures for the road,” she said, making sure to put the lighting at its lowest setting.

Sauntering over to the table, she peered over her shoulder and gave her human a look that brought a blush to his cheeks. Propping herself up onto the table, she stuck her rump out and flicked her tail out of the way.

“Just a few for our personal use~”

To her delight, Sam nearly dropped his camera, his eyes widening in shock when she gave her flank a teasing wiggle. “You want to do that here?”

“Of course. Why not end our last session with a bit of fun?”

Sam opened his mouth to reply, but she rolled onto her back, exposing even more of herself to him. His mouth immediately shut, those blue eyes of his drinking in her form.

“I…” His nose scrunched up. “I think I should say something about us gettin’ caught by someone… Or somethin’ like that.”

Fleur let out an overly loud moan, savoring that special feeling that one only had when they were about to do something filthy at their place of work. She spread her legs as far as she could, reaching down with a hoof to tease her sex.

“There is no one else here, my love,” she said, her back legs twitching from pleasure. “And there won’t be for many hours. We’re all alone, and we can do whatever we want.”

She picked her head up and looked at her flustered, red-faced human, humming as she felt heat making its way into her lower belly. “So, mon humain. Why don’t you ask me to strike a few poses?”

Sam looked at the supermodel, tapping a closed fist against his bottom lip. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and he let out a hum of his own. Quietly, he thought over the ramifications and consequence of what he was about to do. After several seconds of this, he finally nodded, lifting his camera up to his face.

“Fuck it. I’d be a jagoff not to do somethin’ like this… Alright, back on your belly.”

Fleur did as she was asked, once again flicking her tail out of the way to expose her marehood.

Sam let out a whistle, giving his head a shake before snapping a few pictures. “Wew… Alright, now look over your shoulder and—yeah, just like that. Just like that…”

For the next ten minutes, the wet dream of every colt, stallion, and dirty magazine recruiter came to life. Fleur did every dirty thing that her photographer asked and then some. Pressing her cheek against the floor with her backside sticking high into the air, exposing her teats, playing with her marehood, opening her mouth nice and wide to show her warm, wet mouth and her long, thick tongue. She did it all.

As the poses became more and more erotic, Sam became more and more flustered. He began pausing in the middle of asking for a pose and just looked at her. He started squirming in place. The bulge in his pants became more noticeable, and his photography became sloppier and sloppier. Still, he managed to power through almost a hundred pictures before letting his camera drop from his face.

“A-Alright. I think that’s all I can put on this thing,” he said, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.

Fleur awed, rolling onto her belly and resting her head in her hooves. “Are you sure, mon amour?” she asked, her back legs kicking. “There’s no room for one more photo?”

She blew a kiss at her human, who let out a groan.

“You’re killing me here, woman,” he said, covering a face with a hand.

The supermodel let out a giggle, rolling off of the table and standing up. “Aw, does my poor bébé need some relief?”

The tip of her horn glowed, and with a spell she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

“Why don’t you come over here for some close up shots?”

Sam perked up, eagerly taking a step toward her. He nearly took another one when he looked down at his camera and frowned. Whipping around, he looked for a place to put it. Thankfully for him, Fleur was already one step ahead. With a spell, his camera disappeared with a pop, teleported next to his computer and printer.

“Come my love. Venez et aimez votre jument~”

Not bothering to take his clothes off, Sam rushed over and lifted the unicorn bodily into the air.

Fleur laughed, wrapping her back legs around his middle as he laid her back on the table. With a spell, she pushed his pants and underwear down, allowing his cock to spring free.

“Yes. Yes. Rut your jument,” she said, biting her lip as she felt his member sliding against her inner thigh. “Fill me up!”

Sam smiled, kissing Fleur deeply. Placing his hands on her hips, he thrust his hips slowly, rubbing his mushroom-like head against the lips of her marehood. The table creaked as his hip connected against her rump with a meaty thud. Fleur whimpered, her back legs twitching.

Pulling back, Sam bucked his hips with a little more force once, then twice more, holding onto the unicorn tightly as she squirmed underneath him.

“Don’t tease me, you brute,” she demanded, tightening her grip around his middle.

Sam grinned. “I’m just makin’ sure you’re ready to go.”

“I am ready to go!” Fleur growled, grabbing his member with her magic and angling it downward for proper penetration. “Now fill me up, for Celestia’s sake!”

Taking a deep breath, Sam pressed his cock against Fleur’s cunny. Slowly, he began to push himself into his mare.

Fleur let out a squeak when she felt the first inch of him entering her. That squeak turned into a moan as he continued pushing, forcing her marehood to accommodate his length and girth.

Inch after hard, throbbing inch, he entered the mare, filling her up like she hadn’t been filled in a long time. Her human was as large as his size suggested. If she had been a regular-sized mare, she might not have been able to take him, and even with her size advantage it was proving to be a challenge.

“Merde. Celestia. Zut. Merde. Merde. Merde!” she whimpered into her lover’s mouth, her eyes crossing.

When his hips touched hers, she let her head fall back onto the table, her heart beating a mile a minute. Sam, released the breath that he was holding, a hazy, far-off look in his eyes.

“Are you… are you alright there, hon?” he asked, trying to catch his breath.

“Le foin saint il est grand!”

“…What?”

Fleur rolled her hips, causing her human to grit his teeth. “Buck me, please. Buck me!”

Slowly, Sam pulled his back, sliding his cock out of her. Fleur wiggled and moaned, both unhappy that he no longer filled her and pleasure-racked as he withdrew. When just his tip was left inside of her, he took a deep breath and pushed his hips forward once again.

“Yes. Just like that, mon amour,” Fleur said, cupping his face with her hooves. “Just l-like that.”

Sam was gentle at first. He took his time, testing just how much his mare could take. Soon, however, he began to pick up the pace. The table creaked and groaned as his thrusts increased tempo. Wet, meaty slaps filled the air, along with moans.

“Oui. Oui. Oui. OUI. OUI!” Fleur groaned, grinding her hips against her human’s as he bottomed out inside of her. “Harder, Sam, ha—buck~!”

Her back arched and her eyes snapped shut tightly. “Yesssss~”

Sam grunted and growled, slamming into her with more and more ferocity. His fingers groped and dug into her flank, giving him more leverage to thrust.

“Fucking hell…” he panted. “Fucking…”

His member throbbed, releasing a spurt of precum inside of Fleur. The unicorn’s marehood flexed around his cock, trying to coax more out of him even as she felt the heat in her belly building up.

Her eyes slowly opened and grew huge. “ Celestia. Que Celestia m'aide. Il va—BUCK!”

She let out a scream as her pleasure boiled over and she came. Her marehood clamped down onto her lover’s manhood, trying to bring him to orgasm as well, but Sam simply continued to thrust, not slowing down even as Fleur tensed and bucked underneath him, coating his groin in her cum.

“Enculer! Salope! Buck! BUCK!”

Sam let out a groan on his own, trying his hardest to weather the alien yet very pleasurable feeling of being milked for his seed. He buried himself to the hilt inside of Fleur, just staying there for a few moments, waiting for her orgasm to subside so that she just laid there limply on the table, panting and soaked with sweat.

“You… You holding up al—”

“Yes!” Fleur moaned.

Sam twitched, his cock firing off another spurt of pre. “Do you think you’ll be good to kee—”

“Buck me!” Fleur demanded, slapping his ass as hard as she could with her magic. “Buck me! Fill me up! Cum in me, you étalon!”

Letting out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a yelp, the human once again began thrusting, much to the unicorn’s delight. She reached up, wrapping her hooves around his neck and pulling him into another kiss.

A bolt of pleasure from her overly-sensitive marehood caused her to gasp. She quickly broke the kiss, her face contorting with pleasure as she felt that heat once again build.

“Quand vas-tu finalement cum? Peux-tu même cum ta grande bête?,” she said, biting her lip and arching her back. “Essaye-tu de me ruiner ou—BUCK!”

Another orgasm, just as strong as the first, slammed into Fleur. She let out another scream, while Sam’s thrusts became quicker and sloppier. One of the table’s legs cracked, under a particularly savage thrust, nearly sending it, Fleur, and him to the floor.

Sam groaned, grabbing the unicorn’s tail and yanking on it each time he hilted. He could feel that familiar ticklish sensation building up inside of him.

“Fleur… I’m gonna—fucking… I’m gonna cum soon,” he said, biting his lip. “Where do you want—?”

“If you do it anywhere—ah~! other than—BUCK! inside I’m never going to speak to you again!” Fleur cried, locking her back legs around him so that he had no hope of pulling out even if he wanted to. “Now cum inside me! Faites-moi votre jument!”

With a groan, Sam hilted one final time. His fingers dug into Fleur’s flank and his body tensed. “Fuck.”

Fleur moaned, pressed her backside against his hips as he felt the first load of the human’s cum fire out his tip. Just as that spurt finished, his cock twitched, sending another rope of sperm into her deepest depths.

“Yes… Just like… that,” she hissed, wiggling her backside to coax every drop out of him. “Just… like that, mon amour…”

On the fourth, spurt he had filled her up completely. On the sixth, cum was leaking out of her and onto the table. On the tenth, Fleur found herself cumming for the third time. Eventually, however, the flow of cum dissipated, and Sam’s cock ceased it’s twitching.

The human, panting hard, released his death grip on Fleur’s hips. He let out a sigh, pressing himself against her and going limp, his member beginning to soften. Fleur kept a tight grip on his middle, making sure that he didn’t pull out of her just yet. She laughed quietly to herself, nuzzling her human as he rested his head on her shoulder.

“Someone was a bit… backed… up, no?” she asked, letting her head flop back down onto the table.

“It’s been… a couple of weeks since… I jerked off,” Sam replied, sounding absolutely exhausted. “And you… weren’t making it any… easier on me… sister.”

“I didn’t make… it easy on… you?”

“It’s the… Prench. It made it… hard to focus…”

Fleur laughed, kissing the top of Sam’s head. “I’ll have to remember… that, Mon Coeur”

A shiver went up the photographer’s spine. Fleur felt his softening member twitch, struggling to reharden.

Laughing again, the unicorn leaned down and gave his ear a nibble. “Vous étiez incroyable, mon amour. Le meilleur étalon avec lequel j'ai déjà été~

Sam groaned, wiggling. “Give me ten… minutes, woman. I’m only… human.”

“My human,” Fleur corrected.

Slowly lifting his head, Sam looked up at the supermodel. He was smiling, she noticed. A tired, sweaty smile, but she could see the warmth and genuine affection in it.

“I guess… I am, huh?” he said, giving her a kiss on the nose before laying his head right back down.

“You are,” Fleur said with a nod, kissing him again. “Forever and ever.”

The two closed their eyes. They might have fallen asleep on that table, holding each other tightly, if a certain noise hadn’t cut through the silence of the studio. Though quiet, the noise was the unmistakable sound of a printer running.

Sam’s eyes shot open. Lifting his head up, he looked over his shoulder. “What the fuck…”

“Ze magicks!”, a very familiar voice yelled.

Fleur, her eyes still closed and basking in her afterglow, simply smiled. Grabbing her human’s head, she gently lowered it back down onto her chest.

“Non,” she said, shaking her head. “Non.

Author's Note

Alrighty, I'm all done. I'd like to thank everyone for little at this little story of mine. Hoped you liked it.

I'd also like to thank the people that have been pointing out french mistakes that were made. Now that this story is all done I'll make sure to fix all of it, so if you see anything in this chapter or earlier ones feel free to pm me.

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