Dark Seduction:

I had feed Lemon, before I sealed her muzzle again. She had apparently adapted well to having her muzzle sealed, by the looks of it. I'm pleased, since I liked to see her smiling and happy. Somehow, her mood affected me, even if it may not reflect on my standing in the community? I didn't know, I guess I don't care too much.

I had been watching her, as she slowly empties the bottle I had handed her, not just once, or twice, but thrice. She apparently did enjoy it, more than I could have expected. Only as she put the bottle down on my table, I could clearly see her belly stand out. More so than I had expected. At least this should keep her going until I was prepared to feed her later tomorrow?

“Come!” I just cooed, indicating for her to follow me up.

She just nodded eagerly and followed me back to her room. There I indicated for her to lay on her back, her hind hooves resting on the bed of hers. I then spread her legs, before I had her hooves fused to the bed, giving her hooves a tentative tug in order to make sure I had done it properly. I then confirmed by allowing my right index finger trailing the thin seam of the gel along each of her hooves, as I had placed it on the rim of each hoof.

“That feels good for you?” I cooed to her, and she nodded.

Looking closer, her belly was filled up, so she should do well over the night and most likely for a few hours into the day? I turned the headlight off, before I left her to rest, and sleep during the night. I imagine she was turning the bed light off on her own, if not, she would prefer it on, at least during her first night at my place.

I just closed her door, before I walked down the stairs to my own room, then closing the door after me, turning the lights off, before I lay down on my bed. Just after I had turned the bed lights off, I found myself sleeping. Only to wake up early in the morning, well rested. I had had a good night's sleep. It may be my first night here too, just as it had been for Lemon. That never did stop me from sleeping.

After breakfast, I would go out, I like to see who my neighbours are. Since I live in a small village like Ponyville, Ponies like me never were required to wear clothes. For that I'm thankful, even if a Pony who is making her living by creating fashion would be less thrilled?

Once I had closed the door behind me, I left my home. I know my door will be left alone, Ponies would never go farther then knocking the door, if there is no reply, they leave me alone.

As it were, the first of my friends I came by happened to be Rarity, the boutique is open, and she is inside. I could clearly hear her, once I had opened the door.

“Come right in and share a cup of tea with me!” Rarity stated, just as she had made out who she had over.

I looked around curiously, the boutique was lined with several exciting designs, suits and dresses.

At first I thought nothing of it, only then I recognised what I had seen back home. The two forms in suit, one male, the other female. Naturaly it had to be one of each. It would complete the scene. The hind hooves looking almost as if they had been fused to it. That's how my Lemon looks, when I was playing with her.

She had dressed them up stylishly. The newest and finest designs were posed up on real life with the two, a Play Boy and a Play Girl. She is well off, by the looks, not just because she could use two of them, just to pose up her designs, but it was a clever means of her, demonstrating her designs live in this manner. No mere Manequines would do, if you're trying to please the finest and richest.

He's wearing a black suit, both pants and jacket, the white vest clearly over his jacket. He even wears white silken gloves. His hooves are black, polished to a stylish gloss.

She's wearing a black dress, showcasing her well defined features in a highly effeminate manner. Even if it is clearly a single suit, it looks as if it had been a vest over her bust. The dress reaches down to just above her hooves, matching the mate of the set.

“That sounds like too good an offer to refuse!” I offered as I walked up to where she sat, waiting for me.

As I entered the room, I noticed she was just pouring up the tea for the both of us. I look as she poured up my cup. I guess I rarely did enjoy a cup of tea on my own, but when I was offered a cup, I couldn't refuse, now could I?

She was holding the pot in the true fashion of a unicorn of high class, even though she lives in a small village like ours. I guess I'm fascinated by how she handled herself.

As I sat down, I slowly picked up the cup she had offered me, exhaling once, twice and thrice, just over the rim of the cup in my fingers.

Blowing the heated vapours away, then inhaling the scents of the tea, enjoying the moment, for as long as I could make it last. I imagine I could afford the luxury to take my good time, she wouldn't blame me.

She herself moved her cup to her muzzle, allowing it to have its time, before she slowly started to sip on her still hot brew. It is a very different brew, from what I had chosen, but I can still enjoy it, in the company of the moment. I could barely hear her as she took the next sip.

I tried my best to follow her example. Even if I'm alone with her, I still enjoyed to make a good impression, I guess it is in my nature. It is part of making everyone smile, and the small details may be more important, than the overly large once.

“I couldn't help but notice your couple design, in your boutique. I just can't quite find the words to describe what I saw. They so do lift the air of the room!” I offered, in hope I had not offended her in the least, but it is true, I couldn't come up with anything more fitting to say, as much as I desired to.

“They do carry the suits well, if I may say so myself!” she responded, just nodding.

I had another sip, then pondered, before I had a second sip, remaining quiet, trying to look my best.

“The two do make for a grand set, both the Play Couple, and the suits you put on them!” I expressed.

“Isn't that why we have them in the first place. I love working with them. They have been trained and prepared well!”she pronounced.

“I certainly do enjoy my first Play Girl. My parents bought her for me. She is good for me, like no Pony could, because she has been prepared!” I mentioned.

“I could very well imagine. Even if you don't have her dressed up, like a good girl, but why would you do that, she is intended to rice your spirits, not to hold up suits!” she teased.

“If I ever were to see yours undressed, I would see them carrying your Trade-mark. I can't imagine someone like you having them without it. It's more than mere tradition!” I spoke.

“Oh yes. They both carry an electric blue diamond. As you said, couldn't sink below that!” she responded, before bursting out in a curiously girlish giggles.

I should admit, I'm adoring both the looks of her like this, and the sound of her giggles. She had managed to do even this with an air of style that just feels fitting, even if I couldn't imagine finding anyone else matching hers. Maybe that is her charm.

“May I have another cup?” I enquired, as I finally had the last sip of the tea.

“Certainly!” she pronounced, as she magically lifts up the pot of hot tea, pouring me the second cup.

“I couldn't help but notice, you have them fused to the flour down in the boutique. I like to keep my girl, just like this too!” I observed.

“It is in a way the natural state for them to be. They are there to show the customers my designs, they are the highlight of the reaction. I like my guests to feel up close and personal to me. Even if I guess I could have another Play Girl, just for the purpose of serving me tea, whenever I'm feeling like it?” she confided.

“Yes, I guess you could. If you're really bold, you could have one tutoring your daughter Sweetie Belle. You'd have to pull her out of the public school, and she would most likely miss out on a few social things like her friends. Not that I would recommend it, but you could!” I teased in a coy voice.

“Yes, I certainly could afford it, not that anyone would raise a hoof against me. Yet, you're right, she would lose in the long run, she needs the social edge from the school, more than she needs what the tutor could give her. Cheerlie is a very talented and dedicated teacher!” she responded.

“Sometimes you make me wish I had a daughter of my own. Then I recall my duties to the communities. I have very little free time to care for her. If I'm lucky enough to be granted a daughter, and that's assuming I found someone to grant me the daughter!” I declared hotly, and with passion.

“A daughter most certainly is a fulltime job, I could attest to that in an instant. Yet, it is worth the rewards, when you know you did a good job, raising her, even despite the heartaches and pain that goes with it!” she then continued.

At this point, I stopped and took a long sip, contemplating. Then I looked up. This is the kind of situations I could enjoy. I have attention, she smiles at me. There is no effort, no responsibilities at hand. It wasn't because she is the host, I'm the guest she was to care for. Somethimes, a mare like me needs a little bit of a breathing space. This was just such an instant.