Smoke

It had taken way too much explaining to convince the three brand new businessponies in the room that I could deliver. Desert Rose herself had actually been easy. All I’d had to tell her was that I’d been at Vinyl’s last Manehattan show and that she owed me a big favor. Rose filled in the blanks for herself, leaving Whittle to scowl in confusion. I’d had to concede that I was going to need a loan after all the investment money I’d been sliding the Trotties, but not even Whittle seemed to think I couldn’t pull that off.

When I rose to leave, telling everypony I meant to check out the old theater before I headed back to the better part of town, Rose insisted on an escort. “Can’t risk me golden goose, can I?” she’d said. I had been going to protest, but when Rose told Whittle to stay put, I decided I’d deal. My approach to the theater had Peach Pit and Bruises on either side of me, and the stallion who’d shoved her earlier leading the way. Without Whittle around, I didn’t even have time to think about the unwelcome stallion up front: Peach Pit’s jaw never stopped moving.

“I’m so glad I got to meet you, Mr. Deal! If you ask me, you’re the best thing to ever happen to us Trotties! No more Born Leader, the Maneys aren’t pushing anypony around, new stores, a Vinyl Scratch concert right here! Celestia herself couldn’t do better! I bet you’ll get to meet her one day! I heard she likes to meet ponies who make Equestria a better place. Getting rid of Born Leader? Definitely makes this a better place. Oh! And thanks for letting me stay for the meeting! Seeing Whittle get yelled at? Opportunity of a lifetime! I feel like I should kiss your hooves!” Peach’s wings had been unfolding slowly as she got more and more excited. Perfect wingspan, just a little long for her size. Even if she was a bit plain otherwise, with her short mop of a mane, she had something big going for her. She twirled excitedly as if punctuating her sentence, and her wing brushed my flank. She never even noticed.

Finally, she seemed to need a breath, and I took my chance. “So, Peach Pit… what gives? You’re related to Whittle, you call yourself a Trottie… but no accent?”

Peach didn’t miss a beat, and seemed delighted at my interest in her. “None! I’m the only Trottie who’s not actually from Trottingham! Turns out, Whittle got grabbed like normal. Mom was here on vacation, back before I was born, and Whittle got grabbed. Whittle’s dad went hunting for her of course, but… well, the gang didn’t really like him poking around. He kinda… got disappeared.” I couldn’t help but find Peach’s comfort with the story a bit disconcerting, considering. I just let her continue.

“So Whittle’s gone, Whittle’s dad’s gone, Mom’s pretty much losing her mind… and in steps a unicorn, promising he can at least find Whittle. So Mom listens, goes with him to the bad side of town, and he has some guy bring in Whittle! Whittle says Mom figured it out right away, and she just started crying, and hugging Whittle, and asking what it was gonna take to keep her little girl. And guess what the unicorn says!”

I kept my gaze straight ahead as I answered. “Her.”

Peach Pit’s head bobbed excitedly. “You really are quick, Mr. Deal! So anyway, Mom hates it, but she agrees. Then, after six years with that unicorn, she has me. And now she’s got two fillies, and so she tries to run away, back to Trottingham, but she got caught! Whittle says they only hit Mom once, and she just spat on Da—on the unicorn. So he really punished her. He kicked her out of the house, and Whittle too—and kept me! He still wouldn’t let her leave though. When I was like… ten I guess? She gave up and tried to run away with just Whittle, and got caught again.” I winced. There was no way this story was ending happily, even if Peach Pit made it sound like she was talking about a book she once read.

Peach Pit’s wings had dropped back to her sides, and the bounce was out of her step. Even the cheerful tone faded as she continued. “So now Mom’s old, I guess; I never got to meet her and Da—the unicorn—just doesn’t care anymore and she ‘disappears’ too. Or that’s what Whittle said. I know I got a bunch of her stuff when that happened. One of the guys just came in and said, ‘This is all yours now.’ After you got rid of Born Leader, I went to live with the Trotties, and I gave it all to Whittle when Rose introduced us.” Peach lowered her head just a hair, and her volume with it. “But she still hates me. Calls me ‘Pity.’ I’m a Maney to her, and I lived with Da—with Born Lead… aw. I was going to have you guess.”

We’d been standing outside the theater for a few seconds while Peach finished up. The stallion who’d shoved her had been conspicuously pretending to ignore us the whole time, but the look of disgust when Peach said she went to live with the Trotties, and when she slipped at the end gave it away: Peach Pit was no Trottie, not to them. I opened my mouth to console her, then shut it again. How in Tartarus could I make her feel better about this?

Bruises leaned down and whispered in my ear. I could hear the big softie’s voice cracking as she whispered her idea. Before she could move her head away, I planted a quick kiss on her nose, making the sniffling mare blush, and Peach Pit blink.

“Come on, Peach Pit, let’s look inside.” Peach Pit brightened, but only a hair, and we slipped in through a broken window, the Trottie stallion right behind.

Bruises stepped in front of him and he gulped, but didn’t back down. “Rose said to see you to the streetlamps again, an’ I mean to do just that.”

I grit my teeth, but forced a smile. “It’s fine, Bruises. Just make sure nopony else shows up and goes backstage.”

Bruises nodded, and fell in again as we wandered past rows of dusty, broken seats, Peach Pit a bit off the ground to see better. The new sights seemed to distract her a bit, especially when she flew up to perch for just a second on a balcony, but that wasn’t the final goal. As I headed down the slanted floor toward the orchestra pit, sailed over the stage, looking around for something.

“Mr. Deal, I don’t really see a way up for you!” Landing on the creaking stage as I reached it, she spread her wings and offered me her forelegs. I managed half an objection before she leaned down, grabbed me, and in a flurry of wing beats, pulled me up onto the stage.

Peach Pit regained her smile as I regained my hooves from where I’d staggered. I tried to keep the smile bright with a compliment as I straightened my hat. “You’ve got some real strength in those wings!”

The smile slipped again. “Whenever heavy things need moving, Whittle makes me fly them around.” I cursed silently and tried to move on.

“Let’s look backstage. Maybe there are some old costumes or something.” I knew what I was looking for, and it wasn’t moth-eaten old clothes. Peach followed me as I pushed through the worn out stage curtain, and the stallion did as well, with Bruises taking her usual bouncer pose on stage. A little wandering was all it took, and I found it: a dressing room, mostly intact. I led Peach inside, and again the stallion followed. No privacy at all. I scowled just a bit, but in the end, it didn’t matter.

Peach’s smile hadn’t returned, but she was distracting herself with the dressing room mirror, extending a wing and tsking at some feathers that looked out of place. Plain face or not, there was nothing wrong with Peach Pit, and those slightly-longer-than-they-ought-to-be wings… having her excited about me was good for my ego.

“Hey, Peach, you really think I’m the best thing to happen to the Trotties?” Embarrassing as it was, nothing else was working. Back to her favorite topic. She whirled immediately, bobbing her head and trotting over to stand with me. I almost laughed at how excited she suddenly got.

“You bet! Like I said, you got rid of Born Leader, you’re helping us start our own stores, you’re throwing so much into it! I can’t even imagine how much this is costing you! And even though Rose cut you! You’re like… you should be mayor or something!” My stallion escort was rolling his eyes at Peach Pit’s sudden return to cheer, and turned his back to us.

Peach Pit’s wings had half unfolded again, and at last her smile was back. I knew just how to put her out of reach of her sister’s hurts, and put an even bigger smile on her face. I patted her head playfully. “Easy there, Peach! I’m just a stallion.” As expected, Peach took the bait.

“No way! Do you know how much happier all the Trotties are already? I mean, only a few really give you the credit you deserve, but they’re all saying how much better it is already, with the Maneys off our backs! I wasn’t even with them until a few weeks ago; I was with… you know. But they’re all relaxed now! Well, not when you’re around, but usually!”

The stallion stomped a slightly closer to the door. It was my turn to roll my eyes and I added a shake of my head, getting a giggle out of Peach. “Tell you what, Peach. I think I can trust you. Wanna hear a secret even Rose doesn’t know?” Our “chaperone” perked his ears, but stayed facing away, and Peach Pit’s eyes got wide. She glanced toward the third wheel and back at me before nodding.

I gathered smoke around a hoof, sending it snaking as quickly as I could toward the stallion, preferring he not get a chance to turn. My eyes were on Peach as she went from confused to clapping a hoof over her mouth in shock. She watched wide-eyed, her wings fanned, as the smoke crawled up the unwelcome Trottie and into his ears. He slumped, and let out a slow breath, and Peach lowered her hoof, glancing back and forth between the stallion and me again. There was no question she was spooked, but rather than screaming, she extended a wing and prodded the stallion’s flank.

“Will he be okay?” Peach was genuinely concerned about the pony who’d mistreated her just hours before. I smiled and nodded.

“He’ll be fine. It doesn’t hurt any, but he’ll quit being such a pain for a whi—oh dammit!” In the middle of reassuring Peach, I noticed the growing erection between the legs of our guest. Following my view, Peach Pit did too.

“Pfff—oh Celestia, look at that!” I relaxed a bit as Peach’s laughter forced a smile on my face, glad she hadn’t taken it any other way. “What happened? Is that a side effect?” Peach was struggling to speak through gales of laughter, and hadn’t yet taken her eyes off of him.

I made a point of looking directly at Peach Pit while I answered. “That’s… yes.” I sighed. “Right now, he’d do whatever I tell him. Or I could convince him of things, and change what he thinks, even after it’s done. Make him quit hassling you, for example.” The risk of just telling her how things worked was huge, but Peach believed in me like nopony but Pirouette ever had. I wanted her, sure, but I wanted to believe in her, too. I wanted to smoke her, but even more, I wanted just one mare I didn’t need to smoke.

“That’s…” Peach Pit seemed to be working through what she’d just heard, but then her head snapped up, eyes wide. “You could fix Whittle! I could finally have family that acts like it!” Her wings were spread wide, even trembling.

Peach’s expectant stare almost hurt. I brought her back here to make her feel better, and then that. “I’d need to get her alone, Peach, or Rose would knife me. And if I fixed her, ponies would wonder why she’s nice to you suddenly…” Peach’s wings drooped, and she looked at her hooves. I felt like a bastard. “I promise, though, if I ever can without it backfiring…”

Peach sighed and shook her head. “I get it, Mr. Deal. You really do wanna help, right? But ponies would be scared of… that.” Peach Pit pointed a wing at the stream of smoke trailing from my hoof to the other stallion. “You’re doing so much good here! You can’t blow it for me.” Peach lifted her head to smile at me. “I wish I worked for you, Mr. Deal. I mean, you get your hooves dirty, unlike Rose; you’re nice to your bodyguard, you’re nice to me, Whittle’s not nice to anypony; you spend a fortune trying to make things… can I go home?”

I was losing my chance, so I just spat it out. “Bruises told me that to cheer you up, I should make you one of my girls, Peach. That you were lonely. I can’t fix Whittle yet, but how about joining my family?”

Peach’s jaw dropped. “I… but… they won’t just let me leave! I mean, I’m nobody, but you don’t just go! How?”

I let out a deep breath I’d never meant to hold. “You’d stay with the Trotties, so they wouldn’t be after you. You’d be there to let me know if Whittle’s making trouble, if they’re wasting my money, if somepony’s trying to take Rose’s place. You’d be my eyes over there. But when you can sneak out… Pirouette’s like a mother hen, always fussing over everypony. Day’s a taskmistress, but she means well. She’s good for advice, too, as long as it’s not emotional stuff. You met Bruises. Big as she is, she’s everypony’s little sister. All she wants is to be liked. Jade likes anypony who helps me. And my dancers… those mares will chat with anypony about anything. You wanna gossip? Celestia, you’ll never shut ‘em up. Though they might try to take you shopping or—mph!”

For the first time since we’d left the Trottie’s base, I hadn’t had my eye on Peach Pit, and she’d slammed her mouth over mine. She broke the kiss almost immediately, nodding her head off. “Yes! Mr. Deal, please! I’ll be really careful; they’ll never know! I’ll try to get Rose to like me so she’ll tell me stuff and—wait, he can’t hear me, right?” Peach pointed at the still-smoked stallion.

“Don’t worry about him. I actually don’t know if he can hear you, but I can make sure it won’t matter.” Peach was bouncing up and down, wings spread in excitement again. I had one of the things I wanted—now for the other. “There’s just one catch, Peach. Every mare I really trust…” I raised my hoof, smoke still streaming into the ears of the Trottie stallion. The meaning was obvious. “Bruises and Jade actually like it. Looks like that guy does, too.”

Peach’s excitement dropped. “Um… w-what happens?” Peach’s eyes were locked on the smoke wafting around my hoof. She was torn; eager but scared. I was relieved she didn’t ask the better question: “If you trust them, then why?” I had a reason for everypony else so far. For Peach Pit, I could only think of excuses.

“I don’t really get it myself. You could say it lets me make you think things.” Business 101: They don’t always need the details. Peach looked a little less concerned, and more curious. She prodded the stream of smoke with her wing, and kept looking at it as she spoke.

“So… you could make sure I don’t feel bad about helping you?” Peach snapped her head to look at me. “I mean, not that I would! I meant all those things I said! You’re helping so many ponies! It’s just… weird.” Peach waved at the smoke, disrupting it; it reformed before the stallion came to his senses.

I nodded at her. “Something like that. It’s also kind of… a sign I want you around. Means I chose you.” That got her attention. Peach’s expression went from curious to determined—like suddenly the idea of not getting the smoke was the scarier thought. One last question, though.

“And… the side effect?” Peach’s eyes were again drawn to the stallion’s erect shaft.

I shook my head. “Can’t be helped.”

Peach Pit bit ler lip for a second before responding. “Then…”

I smiled. “If you want.” Of course she would want.

Peach Pit paused, for a moment I was afraid I’d have to do things the hard way. The point of no return was long since passed. I was relieved when she nodded again. “Just… it’s my first time, so…”

“I’ll be careful.”

Peach shook her head abruptly, and color rose in her cheeks. “That’s not what I meant! I mean… I don’t know what you’ll like.”

I could feel myself getting stiff, without Peach Pit doing a thing—she might’ve been fairly plain, but the innocence was adorable. “Just relax. It’ll be fine.”

Out of it or not, I didn’t want the third wheel hanging around, and taking Peach could’ve distracted me enough to slip up. “Hey, stallion. We’re boring you, this dressing room is dull, and it’s not like we can go anywhere anyway. You want to go back out on stage and look around.” He slowly nodded, and I released the smoke. After a moment of looking incredibly bored, he sighed and walked away, grumbling about wasting his time. Peach watched, fascinated.

Peach Pit turned back to me and sat, head held high. “No wonder you get so much done! I’m ready, Mr. Deal. I wanna help you make this place great again!”

Smiling at her exuberance, I gathered up smoke around my hooves, and let it snake toward her across the floor. She watched so intently that I couldn’t resist toying with her a little, and wound the smoke around her side. Peach craned her neck, struggling to watch. I kept winding it around, until she had to rise and turn to follow, finally realizing she was being played with. “Mr. Deal! I’m nervous enough already!”

Laughing a bit, I stopped and let her turn to face the smoke where it rested on the ground. When Peach poked at it, I coiled it up her hoof, just a bit, and she brought it to her muzzle. “What does it smell… like…” With a sniff at her hoof, Peach Pit had given herself to me. As her body relaxed and hoof sank back to the ground, I kept the smoke entering her, and let more climb her body to slide into her ears. She looked up at me slowly, with half closed eyes, and I stepped forward, standing face to face with her. Somehow, she didn’t seem nearly so plain anymore, and my stallionhood finished unsheathing in a hurry. I lifted a smoky hoof to her muzzle and tilted her head to look me in the eye.

“You really mean all the things you said about me, Peach?” I wanted to hear her say it one more time, helplessly. My shaft twitched.

The slow, distracted intonation I was used to from Jade came from Peach Pit, and my excitement grew. “Yeah… you’re trying so… hard… to make Manehattan good. To help every…pony…”

I stroked her cheek as she stroked my ego, and she inhaled deeply while my hoof was close enough to her nose. “You idolize me, Peach Pit.”

“Idol…ize?” Peach’s head tilted just a hair.

“Yes. More than anypony else, you think I’m amazing. You said it yourself, that I should be mayor. Really, it’s more than that, though. You want whatever I want, because you know it’s to help everypony. Because whatever I want is best.” My other girls never fawned over me. What could it hurt to have one do it, especially when she practically already was?

Peach Pit nodded without hesitation. Even Day Planner had been harder—this mare was happy to accept what I was saying; there was no conflict in her mind at all. I sat, my stallionhood standing at attention right in front of Peach. “Everything about me is perfect?”

She nodded slowly, and I gently lowered her head to put it in front of my dick. “Then this is perfect too.”

Peach just nodded blankly, but that was all I needed. Arousal had the better of me. “It’s amazing, and wonderful. You adore it, don’t you, Peach?”

The nod came a hair more more slowly this time, but it came. I paused a second, wondering just how far to take this, how far I could take it before having to put even a little effort into it. I pressed her muzzle against my rod, and the faintest hint of a smile formed on her lips. I didn’t need to take it farther. I needed to give her a little something.

“You’re happy, Peach Pit. You know I need you with the Trotties for now—but I need you. Your hero needs you. You’re special now, and part of a family. You’re mine, you belong, and you matter.” The smile wasn’t a hint anymore—I actually looked to make sure I hadn’t let the smoke go, she smiled so broadly. I let the smoke go anyway. I was done.

When Peach Pit came to her senses with her muzzle still against my dick, she blushed and pulled away, startled for just a moment. She looked back down at it, then up at me. “I guess that means… I’m allowed?” I nodded, and moved to sit on the dressing room’s old velvet couch, gently, to avoid kicking up the years of dust. Peach Pit followed close behind, walking uncomfortably. “I can’t believe I’m so wet!” I looked back at where she’d been sitting and bit my tongue. I’d never seen any of my girls make a puddle like that, but I wasn’t about to say that to a virgin.

Peach Pit leaned in and pressed her muzzle against my shaft, recreating how she’d been when I let her go a moment earlier. I gently put a hoof on her head, just a bit of encouragement, and she gave my rod a tiny kiss. Nervous was an understatement. I decided to calm her down.

“Let’s start a little slower, Peach. It is your first time, after all.” I patted with the hoof on her head, and she looked up at me, obviously relieved.

“Thanks, Mr. Deal. I mean… it’s gorgeous, and I’m so—ah it’s embarrassing! I want to; I’m dying to, but I don’t know how!” Peach stomped both forehooves in frustration. I got up from the couch and gestured at it for her to take my place. She climbed up carefully, and looked to me for what to do next.

“You were fussing at your wing in the mirror earlier. Stick it out for me.” I’d have all of her soon enough, but those wings had been taunting me!

Peach Pit blinked, startled, and protested for the first time. “Ah! I… oh Celestia! I couldn’t sleep because I was excited about meeting you… and then I overslept and almost didn’t get to go, so… my wings are a mess, Mr. Deal! I didn’t get to preen them!”

I grinned and took a wingtip in my mouth and pulled it out playfully, mumbling around the feathers. “Gimme.” Peach’s confusion was adorable as she let me extend her wing. I doubt she even realized her wings were a turn on. She adjusted herself to rest on her stomach, and kept the wing out when I let go. I smoothed out feathers, doing a rotten job, I’m sure, before just holding the wing to my cheek, nuzzling at the soft feathers, and kissing where they met Peach Pit’s body. She squeaked when I kissed, and I nearly laughed.

Eventually, though, the virgin mare got it. “That’s what I wanted to do to your—Mr. Deal! You get off on wings?” All of Peach Pit’s confusion had turned to astonishment, and I realized that I’d never actually said it aloud, myself. Suddenly, I was the embarrassed one. With my face buried in her extended wing, I confessed.

It was as if the tension had never been. Peach Pit began laughing hysterically, and sat up on the couch so she faced me, stretching each of her wings out on either side, caressing my face and neck. I couldn’t be embarrassed with such warm laughter and soft wings, and my erection stood even stiffer. Nuzzling my face shamelessly against those wings, I just let her laugh until she pulled me in and wrapped them around me.

“I have the Mr. Done Deal wrapped up right here in my wings! I’m the luckiest mare in Manehattan!” We were practically muzzle to muzzle, but now the ice was broken. We both leaned in, and pressed our lips together. Virgin or not, Peach Pit wasn’t settling. Faster than I would’ve, she licked my lips, and the kisses turned deep and long, muzzles bumping roughly each time we broke one and started the next. I joined her on the sofa, guiding her onto her back and carefully keeping her wings unfolded and out from underneath her, then knelt over her, my stallionhood resting on her soft belly as she wrapped me in her wings again, and pulled my head down for another kiss.

Peach was all smiles as she pulled away. “I am so happy right now, Mr. Deal! I wanna make you happy too! What do I do? What do you like?” Her hooves gently ran over my dick between us and she panted excitedly. “Oh, Celestia, you’re incredible!” She lifted her head to peek down between us at it. “This is so perfect! It looks so much nicer than Whittle’s stupid toy!” Leaning up, she kissed me again while reaching down to explore my balls, wet from sitting against her own soaking bits. “Mmm, these feel nice too…”

I gasped as Peach Pit pushed herself up, nuzzling my neck and gently rubbing my cock between us. “I’m glad you like my wings, Mr. Deal… I wish I had more for you.” Peach sank back onto the couch, pulling me with her, and I thought of Pirouette, how the smoke had given her back her youth, and of how the smoke had changed Bruises. I looked down at Peach Pit, my expression serious.

“Are you sure about that?”

Peach blinked, but wasn’t taken out of the moment. “Sure about what?”

Looking down at Peach Pit, her face framed by her mop of mane, framed by the fading crimson of the sofa, I hesitated. She looked so innocent. She pressed against me, gentle pressure on my cock again, and my doubts melted into pleasure. I told Peach about Pirouette and Bruises.

She seemed curious more than anything else. “So… more smoke?” I was surprised at how calmly she took the idea, but kept that to myself.

“Right. Just some little change, so you feel like—”

“I’ll do it!” Peach Pit’s determined expression was back, the one she’d shown when she realized the smoke meant she was one of mine. “For us…” Peach Pit’s expression softened, and she went back to nuzzling.

I gathered smoke around my body, and Peach Pit pulled back to watch. I tensed up slightly, realizing that if I changed her too much, the Trotties would want to know what happened—and that I’d never actually controlled changes over anypony’s body. I shut my eyes and did my best to imagine Peach with just minor changes—ones we could hide or explain. Just keeping the image in my mind was harder than I imagined—not thinking of something is always harder than thinking of it.

I felt the smoke separate on my body, half going toward my tail, and half toward my head, tethering to me as it wafted farther, and stretching out toward Peach Pit. I wondered if feeling the smoke this way was because my eyes were closed, or if I’d just never noticed in the excitement I usually felt. I realized my thoughts were wandering, and slamming the image of Peach back into my mind.

Her voice came from below me, and I struggled to ignore it and keep focusing. “Mr. Deal? Are you alri—oh, my mane? Wha—aah! Oh, my, that feels so strange, but n-ni-naaaah! Down th-ere? My t-ohhh!” Peach’s wings and forelegs wrapped tight around me, nearly breaking my concentration as she trembled, and I could feel an absolute stream from her pussy, washing down my balls. The smell of sex competed with dust, and my concentration competed with more different things than I’d ever noticed all at once before. The feeling of soft hair tickling my foreleg as Peach Pit shuddered told me the first half had worked. Soft skin puffing around my cock, rubbing each side as it rose and stroking it as she shook verified the second. Again, I nearly lost my train of thought in the pleasure of Peach Pit’s soft, newly swollen teats on my stallionhood. After a moment feeling more of each, I let the smoke dissipate and opened my eyes.

The first thing I noticed were Peach’s, rolled back, but I was sure she was fine. A gentle shake and a soft bite on the neck, and Peach reacted sluggishly, blinking and panting as her eyes focused on me. When they did, she smiled brilliantly and feebly pulled me into her deepest kiss yet, grinding against me again, and moaning into my mouth. I didn’t have to guess at the difference; it felt better for me, too, for the same reason. A large drop of pre-cum soaked a patch on Peach Pit’s stomach.

At last, she broke the kiss and held still, save for wings caressing my back. “I don’t even know how to describe that, Mr. Deal! Even with my wings, it never fe… uh, I mean… Oh, that was amazing.” I snickered a little, and Peach began to inspect her mane. “It’s long now… really long!”

I nodded, smiling appreciatively at the long orange hair. It could use a trim, but it suited her—and me. “I figure you could just tell them I found you a unicorn manestylist with a growth spell or something.” I rubbed my shaft around on Peach Pit’s stomach a bit sighing happily at the sensation—and making her moan again.

“M-Mr. Deal… can I see?” Between gasping with the pleasure and a little trepidation, Peach Pit was stuttering cutely, and I wanted to tease, but I wanted to see too. I pushed myself up, and we both looked down between our bodies. On either side of my shaft, where her normal, tiny teats had been were soft, small swells. They looked just right—and then I realized that if she stood, they’d hang an inch or two. I winced at having overdone it.

Peach didn’t notice my face, and laughed. “I heard some of the stallions at the hotel talk about liking how teats get puffy when a mare is carrying! You too, huh?” She pulled me back down to her, all smiles, and kissed my face. “Thank you so much, Mr. Deal. I really am yours now!”

I supposed that they weren’t THAT much bigger than a new mother’s, but that wasn’t the only problem. I was worried. “Yeah… um, hiding them…”

Peach caught on, and ground against me again, cutting me off. “I’ll just wear skirts. I used to all the time. I like how the long ones flutter when I fly, but Whittle made fun. I don’t care if she makes fun anymore!” She pressed her muzzle to my ear and whispered. “It’ll be our secret.” With a hoof stroking my shaft again, she added, “I wouldn’t mind if I really were carrying yours though. Please? I want it even more since the second smoke.”

I nodded and rose so Peach could roll over underneath me. I brushed dust off her coat as best I could, and gently guided her into a workable position. “Legs apart a little, tail up… there you go. Oh. Wings out, Peach.” She giggled and spread her wings as best she could with the sofa back in the way, and I mounted her, pressing my flare against her still soaking entrance. I made a mental note to buy her a drink later. I pushed in gently, parting tight, hot flesh as I entered. Peach winced, and I paused to let her adjust. “When you’re ready again, let me know.” I wasn’t even deep enough for her maidenhead; just shoving it in was no good.

A moment later, after fidgeting underneath me a little, she nodded. “Okay. Try again, Mr. Deal.” I did, and again she winced. She looked back at me unhappily. “Maybe… just ignore me and go ahead?” I sighed. There was no way I was going to do that to her. I formed smoke once again, this time around my cock, still inside her. I imagined a slightly better fit.

Peach gasped again, in pleasure this time, and struggled to stay up as my rod slid into her so suddenly that her barrier tore unnoticed. With my stallionhood at last balls deep inside of her, Peach Pit looked back, smiling despite tears in her eyes. She’d noticed, even if I hadn’t, but she smiled as brightly as the sun. “You fixed it! You’re really—we’re really—thank you.” I balanced on three hooves to wipe the tears from her eyes, and began to move gently.

Peach began to moan immediately, pushing back to take more of me when I tried to stay shallow for her sake. She looked back over her withers to insist on more. “I want all of it, Mr. Deal! I—hah—love it! Oh, Celestia! Is it always this—ah!—good?”

Peach’s praise and panting fluffed my ego. “Only with me, Peach!” I drove deeper, scraping her insides and earning a squeal. “Only with me!” The wet sounds where we joined echoed in the abandoned halls, and the smell of sex overtook the dust completely. Peach’s long wings fluttered a bit with each thrust. It was beautiful, and spurred me to move even faster. Peach started trying to muffle her cries by propping her forelegs on the arm of the couch and biting one. I played dirty and leaned on her for balance while I reached underneath her to play with one of her new teats. She screamed into her foreleg, and I played and bucked harder, earning a second and third scream before Peach put her powerful wings to use, flapping hard to pull herself almost completely away, only to set her hooves with my flare barely still inside and jump backward, slamming home so hard that I toppled onto my back, grabbing hold of her out of surprise, and bringing her with me, her full weight driving my cock clear to her womb as she came to rest sitting on it.

I burst, pouring every drop I had into Peach while she stiffened in an orgasm of her own. Long, lovely wings stretched as wide as they could above me, and Peach’s beautiful new mane lashed in the air while she screamed. Right then, the mare I’d thought of as plain all day was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.

…and then she came crashing down on top of me. Luckily, as light as pegasi are, it earned nothing more than an “oof,” but the moment was destroyed in a cloud of dust, causing us both to cough. Peach cracked up, laughing between coughing fits, and I couldn’t help but join her. The dust slowly settled, and so did we, with Peach Pit lying on her back, my shaft still inside. Juices poured out of her onto a sofa nopony had used in years, and never would again.

Peach slowly composed herself, but didn’t try to move. I stroked at her mane, and she guided my other hoof to rest on a soft teat, while her free hoof rested over her womb. Even from beneath, the smile on her face was visible. “Mr. Deal? I feel a little dirty saying this, but… what a wonderful way to start this old theater over. I love you.” Startled as I was, I just leaned up and kissed my new mare’s neck.