Fashion Model

The bright morning sun leaked through the curtains of Fleur’s living room straight into your eyes. Turning over, you burry your face deep into the corner of the couch as best you can. You can feel the blanket rub and turn with your naked body as you do so. Wait, naked body?

Sliding your hand down under the blanket, you feel for your boxers that aren’t there anymore. Slowly opening your eyes, you take a look around in search for your clothes or someone else only to be met with an empty room. You hear a tune being hummed from inside the kitchen behind you, along with the smell of waffles being cooked. Wrapping the blanket around your waste, you quietly get up from the couch and head towards whoever it is.

Carefully cracking open the two way door, you peek through and see a little Earth pony. By her outfit she had on she was most likely a made of the house. Her red hair didn’t do much to compliment her charcoal coat. A little goofy on the colors, but whatever, you’re not porking her. She reaches for the milk on the green marble counter allowing you to see her cutie mark. It was a glass of Apple juice? That didn’t make much sense, since she was cooking. It’s probably an innuendo of sorts.

“Are you checking out my maid?” The sound of Fleur’s voice takes you by surprise. How did you not hear her come up from behind? Turning around, you grip the blanket so it doesn’t fall off.

“Uh… no, I was just looking for my clothes.” She raises an eyebrow and looks over your body.

“We’ll worry about those later. I’m hungry and I know you are too. Come on, let’s get some breakfast.” She leads you into the dining room, and heads toward her seat at the end of the table. You notice that another two way door separates the kitchen and this room, just like the living room, and kitchen.

Walking to your seat, you notice the table had pillows to sit on, not chairs. When you sat on your butt the table came level with your nose. Thinking for a second, you decide the best thing to do is get on your knees, at this point your eye level with Fleur with the table at chest height.

“Ms. Juice, is breakfast ready yet?” Her voice sounded a bit impatient.

The Earth pony brings two plates out on a serving cart. She pushed the cart with her hooves and stood up straight walking on her back legs. How did she do that?

“Yes mistress Fleur, it’s waffles and milk.” Using her mouth, she grabs the plates and sets them in front of you. Is that sanitary? She then excuses herself and heads back into the kitchen making a quick appearance and exit.

“I hate it when she calls me mistress, it makes me sound old and mean. Anyways, I wanted to apologize about last night, with getting a little too intoxicated and throwing up on you, which is why we’re having waffles. Normally I would have just a fruit salad.” Cutting up your waffle, and taking a bite, you nod as not to talk with your mouth full.

“It’s fine, but I would like to know where my boxers are, because this blanket is getting itchy.” Not to mention the draft.

“Oh, your ‘boxers’ had a little smell on them, so I asked Ms. Apple If she would take them to the cleaners along with the rest of your suit.” Well that was sweet of her.

“Thanks. So do you know when they’ll be ready, because I’ve got to go to work? I’m already late as it is and I’ve also missed two straight days.” Your ass is so fired.

“Why do you need your suit to go to work, you don’t wear it there do you?” Thinking about it, she had a point.

“I’m not sure, it just doesn’t feel right going to work without having them in my possession.” She gives you a queer look.

“Ms. Juice said they would be ready about four o’clock this afternoon, and seeing as it’s only ten in the morning, may I ask if you would like to spend a little time together today and forget work. Or, if you would like, I could call a carriage and have you driven home.” That’s a tough one. Do things with Fleur while naked, or go home.

“How about both, we could go back to my place so I can get some clothes, and then spend the day together, since last night was… well unexpectedly weird .” Chewing for a second, Fleur swallows her food before answering.

“I don’t know, I thought you looked good last night, but just a blanket is hot look for you,” not expecting that from her, a slight blush forms on your cheeks. She holds a hoof over her mouth to hold back the laugh, but doesn’t really work as a cute giggle escapes her lips.

“I’ll go get a shower and send Ms. Juice to get us a carriage.” As she walks past, you can’t help but drown your eyes with her body. Looking at every inch and delicate curve from head to hoof, you don’t notice her turn her head back and smile at the sight of you checking her out.

The kitchen door opens and out walks Ms. Juice, she takes a brief glance at you, but quickly looks away.

“So, what’s your name?” You ask trying to start small talk.

“Oh, it’s Apple Juice, I’m from Manehattan, and have family all over Equestria. My favorite little cousin lives in a small town not too far from here called Ponyville.” Wow, what the fuck. A simple question and you get her life story. Damn, imagine all the info she’d put on Facebook if she could.

“That’s… cool, I guess,” she smiles and trots back into the kitchen. Make a note to stay away from her.
Spending the next hour sitting naked on the couch was boring, it doesn’t matter where you go; females are still and will always be slow. After Fleur got out of the shower, the ride to take you back to your apartment pulled up.

The two of you rolled through the streets and headed down towards the middle class part of Canterlot. During the whole drive, only one question raced through your mind. Did you flush the toilet? The last thing you wanted is for her to think you’re a pig.

Pulling up to your apartment, you both get out and quickly head up the stairs for the second floor; maybe you should just go ahead and apologize in advance for the mess. Or you cannot, since you’re the one who saved her from being on the next cover of Play Colt magazine, so she can’t judge you.

Unlocking the door you step inside, the disgusted gasp you were expecting never came. She just stood outside the door and looked at you like she was waiting for something.

“What?” You ask her.

“Well, aren’t you going to invite me in? It’s very rude to let yourself in.” Asking Fleur to come inside, she politely accepts it. Telling her to sit on the couch and wait, you grab some clothes from your bedroom and step into the bathroom. Checking to see if you actually did flush the toilet, you open the lid and are relieved to see that you did.

After turning on the shower and waiting for the warm water, the thought that you might be rushing into things with Fleur with pops in your head. Ignoring it you step inside and begin cleaning yourself.

Washing to shampoo out of your hair, a knock at the bathroom door catches your attention.

“What is it?” You ask rinsing your head one more time.

“I’m sorry, but I really have to use the restroom, I know this may be awkward, but if you could, I really need to go. Please don’t think of me as un-lady like for this. And also, your neighbor won’t stop staring at me. ” Wait, how did Earl get in here? She probably let him in.

Allowing her to come in for some reason, she goes straight for the toilet, which sits really close to the shower. You can make out her outline, as she nears. This can’t be happening. A moment later a second knock is heard.

“Who is it? Earl is that you?” Well who else could it be?

“Yes, I just wanted to say you have a good looking mare in there with you, how many times did you guys take part in coitus?” Holy shit! Did he just ask that?

“What makes you ask that!?” How could this get worse? The sound of Fleur… doing her thing echoes throughout the bathroom.

“Well, you already invited her to your house. That’s a big step, so I figured you guys are moving fast, and already fornicated once, twice, or ten times.” You can’t tell, but you think you hear a laugh from Fleur. She does know not to flush the toilet right?

“Sir, it would appear you have mistaken me for a harlot, or a whorse if you’d prefer. We simply had to stop by due to some ill- fatted coincidence. And the same ill-fatted coincidence is what put us in this spot you found us in.” You really want to shake her hoof for that answer, but that would be rather wrong at a time like this.

“My apologies miss, I didn’t intend on insulting you.” How was that not intended as an insult? He just practically called her a slut.

“Listen, this is all great, but I need to dry off. So if both of you could just wait in the living room, that would be awesome.” The door opens and closes indicating that the bathroom is occupied by just you.

Stepping out now fully clothed, you walk into the living to get Fleur and leave.

“Your friend left, he said he would talk to you later.” Awesome, nothing can go wrong now.

Walking outside, you find the carriage is nowhere in sight. Looking up and down the street, you find no trace of it.

“Fuck.” Rubbing your hands through your hair, you take a deep sigh, and try to relax.
The chime of the noon clock interrupts your thinking. Looking at Fleur an idea pops in your head, a genius idea. With a smile on your face you reach your hand out towards her.

“Come on, follow me.” She gives you a hesitant look, but agrees.

“Where are you taking me?” Not wanting to spoil your idea, you play the quiet game for a couple of blocks until you reach your destination.

“Mini golf?” Fleur asks surprised.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” You hope it’s nothing too important. You have to really fuck up for this game not to cheer you up.

“Well… it’s just that I haven’t played since I was a filly.” That’s a stupid excuse.

“So, it’ll be fun, I promise.” She follows you into the indoor putt-putt course.

Ever since arriving here, mini golf has been one of your favorite things to do. Of course it was an activity meant mostly unicorns. The other ponies stayed away from it since they didn’t really have anything to hold the putter with. But that wouldn’t stop some fans, and occasionally you’d see one or two Pegasi or Earth ponies using their mouths.

Picking your favorite colored ball, you and Fleur make your way over to the first hole. Being a gentleman, you let Fleur go first. A few stallions on the other side of the building whistle at her, throwing off her concentration. Her face turns red as looks down in embarrassment. How she was embarrassed was beyond you. Being a top model, she had to have a few whistles and provocative words directed towards her.

“Take your time, we’ve got all day,” you assure her.

She refocuses and takes her shot. It was a good put that gives her a good angle on the hole for her next shot.

As the course played on, the two of you just talked and laughed ignoring everypony else who looked at you. You were really starting to enjoy her company, maybe she was starting to like too.

Arriving at the seven-tenth hole, you and Fleur were tied at nine under par. With one hole to go, you had to do something to win, not like it mattered, but being beaten by a mare was not on your to do list. She must have been lying with all that
“Since a filly crap.”

“You’re good at this for not being able to use magic.” You’ll take it as a compliment.

“Thanks I have a lot of free time since I’m off on the weekends, so this is what I do.” She once again looks down in a shameful fashion.

“Yeah, listen. Last night I remember I called you a ‘doughnut dunker’. I’m really sorry, that was very inconsiderate.” As she continues with her apology, you bend over to mess with your shoe. A single thought and urge clouds your mind.

Cupping her cheek, you bring your lips to meet hers and shut her up. It was a soft kiss, no need in adding tongue, that would be taking it too far.

Pulling away, her pink hued face was a shade pinker as well as yours. You notice her eyes tear up, she can read the worry on your face and starts to explain.

“My… last somepony… was eaten by timber wolves while he was out for a run one day, and… you kiss like him,” this time it’s your turn to stumble over an apology.

“Fleur… I’m so-,” she cuts you off with a kiss to the lips, like yours, no tongue was involved. She giggles lightly and kisses your right cheek and inches toward your ear.

“I’m just kidding,” she whispers. “He was pompous ass, and you’re a lot better kisser than he was.” Wait, so did he actually get eaten?

Moving and pecking your other cheek, she finishes up her combo with a long soft lip lock. A few more whistles can be heard throughout the building. She breaks the kiss; both of your faces are red as can be.

Picking up your balls and putters, you both decide to end the game and go. Walking back out onto the street, you stand around for second.

“I think it’s about time for me to go, I have a meeting in two hours that I forgot about. I would really like to do this again, you’re really enjoyable to be around.” she starts making her way up the street.

“That sounds great,” you call out to her. Turning around, Fleur gives you a wink and walks off.

Standing alone on the street now, you can’t help but have the biggest smile in the world right now. Although it’s only one in the afternoon, today as already been a good day. Fuck, you didn’t get the directions for the cleaners.

Also, ask Fancy Pants on past boyfriends, or coltfreinds. Whatever they call them. He may know a few things.