Young Love Is The Tastiest

The room would suit her purposes, Emerald Gleam mused. It was as opulent as she expected, given the amount of bits she spent to obtain it for the weekend, but even then she felt herself take it in for what it was worth. A half-dozen soft looking couches were spread across the area, a mini-bar in the far left corner that looked more like a actual bar than anything else, and everything was shiny and clean. Half the walls were made of glass, letting plenty of natural light in, and the thick carpeting under her hooves felt great and airy.

She smirked. It wasn't what she expected. It was perfect.

"Hey, babe?" Sterling Sword said, looking a bit jumpy and trying his best not to seem too eager for a continuation on what happened a half-hour ago.

He wasn't good at hiding his emotions. Then again, after what just happened, she wasn't surprised.

"Sterling, sweetie, I really am sorry, but I need to go back downstairs to get some things in order." she said evenly, trying to see what his reaction would be.

He looked like a puppy who was just kicked. His frown was a little disheartening, but what she needed to do was for his own good as well.

"What do you need to do, Gleam? I can do it." he said pleadingly. Normally, that would have made her feel a little happy, but now wasn't the time.

"It's just something I needed to do up here; don't worry, it's just something I already planned." she replied smoothly, giving him a fond smile as his stance relaxed.

"Okay, Gleam. Want me to get room service or something? Heat up that food you brought?"

He sounded so concerned. It was adorable. He really had no idea.

"Oh, it's fine, Sterling. Besides, I'm full right now." she said earnestly.

He blinked once, and immediately flushed bright red.

"Sure, Gleam, I mean, uh, whoa, if you really-"

She giggled. "Hush, it was a joke. But no, we can eat later." She paused, savoring the stallions blushing. "There's no need to be ashamed, sweetie, I offered. Go get yourself relaxed, I might be out for a bit."

He nodded once. "Okay. I mean, I didn't...what happened in that carriage, we both wanted that, right?"

Gleam blinked once, and gave him a look of amazement. "Are you questioning if I wanted to do that?"

He nodded. She sighed in disbelief.

"Sterling Sword, I didn't get this place so that we could hold hooves and giggle as we watched fireworks. I got this place so that we could fuck each other until neither of us can get out of the bed."

He was surprised by her profanity, understandably so. That was probably the first time she had said anything worse than a mild curse in his presence, but even then that made him look weary of her leaving.

"This is going to change everything, isn't it?" Sterling replied after a long pause. He didn't sound especially happy, or sad. Satisfied, if anything.

"I suppose, but I would think of it as solidifying our relationship." she paused, turning away from the door to make sure the light caught her at a flattering angle, not that it was really needed at this point. But, theatrics. "I mean, sweetie, you shouldn't be worried. I just gave you a blowjob, for goodness sakes. If you think I am walking out of here to think things over, you shouldn't. Get some rest, eat some lunch. I will be back before dark."

He looked at her, mouth open as if he was going to respond with a hasty 'I know', but he closed it. It amused her to think that, after nearly a year, he acted like this was there first time really meeting each other.

"Okay, Gleam." he said, turning away from her just enough for her to tell that he was heading to the bath, "Don't get too tired walking, though. Now that you said that thing about us not being out of bed, I have ideas."

She giggled. How could he not, considering what he said? "Oh, I should be the one telling you that, Sword. Speaking of swords, you should keep your's sheathed until I come back."

That was not the first time by far that she had made that old joke, but his reaction was the same. "No problem there, Gleam."

She knew he wanted to say something besides that, but he said nothing else and started on his way to move all there things in the bedroom. Smiling softly, she took her way out the door, eventually letting her false smile of pure affection turn into a smirk.

The building she found herself in after a hour or so of travel was in one of the seediest lower districts in Canterlot, both literally and metaphorically a way's away from the sun princess's watchful eyes. She could understand, really. It made her stomach twist in knots just to walk down the streets.

She tried not to look at what was going on around her too much, really. She came here for one reason, and when that was fulfilled, she would leave with what she needed. No more, no less.

She didn't like wandering the streets, with her only companion being a fat purse in a bag by her side. Ponies noticed her, alone, and with money. She started to trot a little faster when she noticed that she was starting to get looks.

After a few minutes, she found the place she was looking for. A neon sign above her declared that the unusually clean looking building before her was of the sort of business she was looking for, and after a few moments to make sure no ponies were paying much attention to her, she pushed open the door and took her time to not look like she was in a hurry.

Even inside, it did it's best to try and look like it was a classy place, with it's tasteful floor paneling and the soft music playing from some unseen speaker, bur the fact that there was a young purple mare in a lacy saddle working the front desk pretty much ruined the illusion that this place was anything but what it was. The lights were slightly dim and there were no other ponies in the lobby, so when Gleam entered she had the desk worker's immediate attention.

"Ah, hello. Auditions are in two days, actually, but if you want to get a head start, you can fill out one of these surveys. That helps."

Emerald Gleam smiled softly at the purple-colored mare behind the counter, who was giving her a friendly, if reserved, look. She was clearly trying to be helpful, if not kindly.

"I am not here to audition, actually. I am here to gain the usage of one of your escorts." Gleam said, trying to sound as even as possible.

Several emotions passed by on the mares face ,starting at mild confusion and going all the way to utter horror in just a few seconds.

"Excuse me, oh, goodness, please apologize my rudeness, I should have asked, oh, oh shit, I am so-"

"Think nothing of it." Gleam said, cutting off the increasingly panicking mare with a wave of a hoof. "But I would think that, if I could see the list of the ponies that I could bring home within the hour, I would not have a need to speak with another pony about this."

The desk mare was still spooked, but nodded quickly and started to fiddle with a few files placed next to her.

"Here's the ones who can be contacted at any time." she said as she pulled out a thin grey binder, "And I really am sorry. You do look good, though, not from around here, anyway."

Gleam said nothing back to her, flipping her way though the folder. It's contents were simple; tasteful and not-so-tasteful choice pictures of mares and a few stallions with prices and names on each page. Normally, Gleam would have taken her time looking through what was essentially the local brothel catalog, but she was looking for a very specific type of pony, and she wasn't seeing what she was looking for.

"Is there any other ponies working here besides the ones in here?" Gleam questioned, closing the folder and placing it back on the desk, frowning.

"Well, yes, but they work commissions. I mean, it's Heart's and Hooves Day. Also, you can call me Dreamwinkle."

Gleam repressed the urge to snort at the silly name the mare in front of her had, if barely.

"Dreamwinkle, let me be frank here." Emerald Gleam said flatly, her patience mostly spent. "I need a pony with a specific body type before I leave here, and if you do not have one that fits what I require, I will go to to one of the other ventures down this street and find one."

The mare behind the desk looked at the folder for a few moments before looking at Emerald Gleam, frowning. "What are you looking for in a escort, miss..."

"Swan Song." she lied, thinking over the sort of mare she needed. "Do you have any, oh, how to say this, plump mares on your staff? Preferably shorter in stature, broad of hips and wide of withers?"

Dreamwinkle blinked once, and put a hoof on her chin. "Huh. What hours would she be working?"

"Three days straight, starting from the moment she leaves the building." Gleam smoothly replied. "I can pay any amount you would require."

Dreamwinkle looked at the staircase to the right, and then to the one at the left, looking concerned. "Do you have any prior experiences with our services? It would be hard to get a specific pony ready on a holiday like this one, but if you do, I-"

Gleam tapped a hoof on the desk, and slid a small stack of bits across it until it was under Dreamwinkle's chin.

"I think this would be good motivation." she said smoothly, giving the purple mare a small, toothy grin.

Dreamwinkle moved the pile to the side, giving Emerald Gleam a surprised, if reserved, look. "Are you a noblepony?"

Emerald Gleam rolled her eyes. "Get me what I require."

The desk mare shifted in her seat, looking vaguely uncomfortable. "Well, I know we have on mare like that on staff, Buttercream, but she's pricey. She's not on the regular lists we give out."

Emerald Gleam smiled broadly. "Is that so? Why is that?"

"She's, well, new." Dreamwinkle mumbled.

"How old is she?" Emerald Gleam said diplomatically. She didn't say anything when the other mare lowered her head, and merely smiled.

"She will be twenty-one in a year from now." Dreamwinkle said, sounding guilty. "She's here, but I can't actually be the one who puts you down with her. She's not in the books."

Emerald Gleam tapped a hoof on the counter. "The younger the better, I would say." She paused, looking behind her for a moment. "Mind if she comes down now? I need so see her."

Gleam did not say anything when she saw the slightly disgusted look on Dreamwinkle's face, but she did let herself smirk. "Does this distress you?"

Dreamwinkle sighed, brushing back a stray yellow strand of hair that was in her face. "I don't wish to be rude, but sometimes, this business gets to me. I have a sister her age, and she wants to be famous. And then I see noble ponies come down here and ask for mares and stallions to have sex with."

"I can afford to be picky, these businesses exist for a reason, yes?" Gleam said, lowering her voice to make sure that, even if there was another pony in the room, they couldn't hear what she was saying to Dreamwinkle. "We all have needs and desires, and some have the ability to pay money to make all of them come true."

"So your desire is to have a soft, small mare who should be in school to play with in some lavish suite on a day where most are cuddling with their lovers?" Dreamwinkle said bitterly, not seeming to care that she was talking to a client.

"No, that's my boyfriend's, actually. I am eager to please."

Dreamwinkle's mouth opened and closed many times like a fish, seemingly not sure how to respond.

"She should be down soon, miss Swan Song." she said after a long while, voice devoid of emotion. "It will be a hundred bits as a payment, followed by forty a hour."

Emerald Gleam unlatched the bag on her side and, with deft ease, placed it on the counter. The sound of gold bits shifting on one another was loud in the otherwise quiet room.

"This should be enough, as payment."

The desk mare said nothing, glaring at the bag. "Fair enough."

"Indeed." Emerald Gleam said, smiling.

Her smile grew even broader when she heard a set of hooves start to make their way down the right staircase.

"Oh, hey, Dream, who's the mare?" a soft, sweet voice said, it's speaker sounding amused.

"Buttercream, this is Swan Song. She's going to have you for three days." Dreamwinkle said sourly.

By the time the annoyed desk worker was finished, Buttercream was making her way over to Gleam, smiling. Gleam herself carefully looked at the mare who she had all but hired, and smiled when she saw that she was perfect for what she had planned; she was little more than a head shorter than herself, pale yellow with white hair. She had a soft, well rounded look to her, and struck Gleam as well-fed, for a lack of a better word. Round of face, small-set shoulders, plump belly with flaring hips, indeed, she was exactly what she was looking for.

"Hello, miss Buttercream. I assure you, your time will be well spent." Emerald Gleam said without hesitation, making sure the younger mare heard it from her own mouth.

To Gleams amusement, the young mare became flustered, blushing slightly. "Oh, well, you are the one paying for it. Three days, you said? Whoa, I mean, thank you very much."

Gleam couldn't help but smile at Buttercream's shyness, considering her job description.

"The next three days will be very kind to you, sweetie."

Gleam paused, unsure if the smaller mare was going to say anything, only to realize that she was far too busy being adorable.

"You have nothing to fear, Buttercream. The next few days will involve as many good things happening to you as it will for me. There will be a stallion you will be servicing as well, but you can meet him when that comes along."

She nodded. "I suppose I will have to, I mean, three days. Huh."

"You will have time to rest, I assure you." Gleam said coyly, causing Buttercream to giggle.

"I hope can, well, satisfy what you want done. Should I bring anything, like, clothing wise?"

"No, you will do just fine. And if you don't have any issues, we can leave now."

Buttercream smiled. "Well, I don't, actually, and I have a free schedule."

"I know. So, are you prepared to leave?" Gleam repeated.

Dreamwinkle, who had been leaning away from the conversation for quite some time, almost managed to speak out, but not before Buttercream and said "Yes."

And so, in a green flash, 'Swan Song' and Buttercream were gone, leaving a dazed and mortified Dreamwinkle and a small fortune of bits as the only witnesses to what happened.

Buttercream almost said something when the duo arrived to the suite, only to stop when she turned to see the room in it's glory.

"Whoa, are you really rich?"

Emerald Gleam was amused, and brought a hoof to her mouth the stifle a giggle. "Oh, just a little. We are in the Trodderdale, actually."

The cogs of Buttercream's mind turned, and when she gasped in realization, Gleam could not help but smile.

"You really are rich, ooh, I'v never had a assignment with a noblepony before, miss Swan Song. But I'v never seen you around before, are you from Canterlot?"

Emerald Gleam blinked in surprise, taken a little off guard.

"No, actually. You do seem rather calm, truly. Have you teleported before?" she asked, genuinely curious. The pony in front of her seemed to be a bit of an airhead.

"Well, no, but I had a boyfriend who used to go to Celestia's School For Gifted Unicorns. He sometimes did it." she said before looking a little worried. "So, do you, erm, want to start now, or..."

"Alas, while I wish to, I am a little hungry." Gleam said, sounding a little mournful, "But I would think that you should have some context for this job, as it might be different than what you would expect."

Buttercream exhaled, sounding grateful. "Yeah, this is good, but it's sudden. I mean, thank you, I haven't had many jobs, so this is nice."

"Hmm?" Gleam said, making her way over to a couch off to the side before laying down on it, stretching her legs after doing so. "Do you mean clients, or normal jobs?"

Buttercream stood there, blushing lightly. "Well, both. This is actually my first er, job. I have had six, erm, clients before this one."

Gleam smiled at the young mare's stuttering, if only because it was a little funny. "Please, no need to keep standing. Sit next to me."

It took a few moments for the young mare to work up the will to move over to the couch, sitting herself next to Emerald Gleam, albeit in a way where she wasn't touching her.

"Closer, dear." Gleam said firmly. "I don't bite."

Buttercream did so, scooting slightly to the right so that half of her body was against half of Emerald's own. "Your my first client who has been a mare." she said softly, perhaps even a little fearfully, "I thought I would be, er, servicing the stallion."

Emerald Gleam smiled softly, and slowly put a slim hoof around the yellow mare's shoulders, making her lean in her direction. She moved herself closer then, to the point where her own head was nearly resting on top of the shorter mare's.

"You will, in time. I assure you, your time will be well spent for everyone involved. He is sleeping now, I would imagine."

"Really?" Buttercream said, trying to not sound afraid at the taller mare's actions, attempting to sound as relaxed and casual as possible. "It's noon."

"We've been busy." Gleam replied quickly before lowering her head slightly, enough so that she was looking at Buttercream at eye level. Two sets of green eyes, one a grassy green and the other a dark lime, met each other.

Buttercream gulped audibly when Emerald Gleam brought her other hoof around her shoulder, pulling her in to her chest.

"Now, I must say, you have only been with stallions, yes? A true pity that some mares cannot appreciate you."

At that, the yellow mare shuddered. "Please don't make fun of me."

Gleam's good cheer was ruined in seconds. "What?"

"Please, don't. Stallions just like me because of my ass. Don't say that you like me."

Emerald Gleam paused, looking at the mare she was holding with surprise. "I insist, you are. Why, look at me. I'm positively bony."

"You are really pretty, I'm just fat." Buttercream said, well, sniffled really. "You have curves, miss Swan Song."

Emerald simply smiled, and sat up on her hindquarters, rearing up slightly so that she could get a better hold of the smaller mare. "You are not fat, sweetie. You simply have a bountiful figure. Very attractive to many stallions, and quite a few mares. Would you mind scooting in closer?"

Buttercream, reluctantly, did so. At this point, she was snugly under Emerald's neck, and was face-first in her chest. She squirmed slightly in Emerald Gleam's grasp, uncomfortable in the taller mare's hold.

"Now," Gleam said softly in the ear of the mare almost directly under her. "I suppose you have little experience with mares, hmm?"

She slid her hooves off the younger mare's shoulders, putting a little force into them as they made there way down the upright body under her and stopped only when she got to her hindquarters, where she simply placed them on her cutie mark and squeezed lightly.

"N-no." Buttercream said, simply surprised at the mare's boldness.

"I expected as much, really." Emerald mused, tilting her head so that she was looking down directly at the stouter mare. "I hope you do not mind me doing this."

"Oh no, it's fine, you are the customer." Buttercream replied quickly as she looked up, trying to ignore the velvety hooves stroking at her flanks.

"Good, but I will say that you will be joining me and my stallion soon, but not before we have some fun." Gleam said, breathing out heavily.

"Well, that's nice." Buttercream said meekly. "What is you relationship with this stallion, if you do not mind me asking?"

Emerald Gleam hummed, lowering her head slightly. "Well, we are dating, actually. Tonight will be the first time we will have sex. It's a good day for it, anyway, I would want it to be special. But there are some things I needed to do before I have sex with him, really."

Buttercream blinked with confusion. "Like what?"

"Weeeeell," Gleam said slowly, "I cannot risk getting pregnant, actually. A little selfish of me, perhaps, but I just can't. It's too early for me to risk that happening now."

"Oh." Buttercream said, clearly lost on what that actually meant.

"Exactly. So that's why you are here, so I can implant my eggs into a host mother so he can fertilize them."

"Oh." was all Buttercream said before seeing Emerald Gleam's eyes suddenly became dragonlike, and all she did after seeing them was to suddenly lose all feeling in her body and fall forward, slumping slightly on the couch.

In a burst of emerald fire, Princess Carapace dropped the disguise she had been wearing for too long, fluttered her ragged wings for a few moments, and moved the awake-but-paralyzed Buttercream on her back.

She took her time to stretch her limbs, as long and slim as they were before but now slightly stiffer and covered with small holes, and absentmindedly brushed Buttercream's white hair off her face so that the strands did not touch her eyes, which were filled with complete horror.

Giving the mare a toothy grin, she moved her own blue-green hair off the right side of her face so that it was completely clear of obstruction, so that the she could see the small mare before her, thick little legs spread out and body still,Buttercream's eyes constantly moving in there sockets in what could only be described as pure panic.

"That was easier than I thought it would be. Huh." Carapace said after a few moments, putting a hoof on the still mare's belly, tapping it lightly. Her hooves were harder and colder now, admittedly, but her face was mostly unchanged, which only made Buttercream even more frightened than before.

"Hey, look on the bright side of things," Carapace said as she climbed on top of the prone mare, who was silently screaming, "After this, you won't have to go back to that horrid job you have!"