The Queen of Ponyville

The rain was light on that spring evening, with a radiant, warm sunset breaking through the heavy cloud cover blanketing ponyville. The raindrops were not quite heavy enough to warrant breaking out the umbrellas or parkas, but the citizens trudged along with their daily routines in hoodies, insulated coats and caps of many sizes.

A young, lanky pegasus in a baseball hat and sports jacket sprinted up a set of stone steps to the upper-class district of the town, with five thin boxes tucked under his arm. Luxurious apartment buildings were blurs in his rain-soaked vision. In keeping his head down, he almost didn’t have time to dodge out of the way of a luxury car.

The driving mare poked her head out the window. “Woah, kid! You alright?”

The pegasus brushed the dirt from his jeans as he stood. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.” He waved as the mare drove away, then went to grab the boxes.

He fluttered over a brick wall, landing on a patch of grass that looked way too green to be natural. He looked ahead, sighing with relief as his eyes fell upon his destination. The house ahead stuck out like a diamond surrounded by rubies, as it was occupied by dozens of intermingling voices and bright lights that clashed with the rest of the now subtle and quiet district.

How Silver Spoon could afford such a gorgeous house, Featherweight couldn’t figure out for the life of him.

In any case, he was eager to get back inside and rejoin the party. He skipped across the grass and made another leap, flapping his wings to get a boost over the glass trimming of the balcony. The rain hadn’t stopped anypony from having a good time out by the pool.

Featherweight took his time to admire the naturally beautiful former teenage mares of Ponyville. Twist, clad in a white one-piece swimsuit, was dangling her feet at the corner of the pool, embracing the lanky Button Mash as she caught him in a surprise kiss. In the pool itself, Scootaloo was improvising an aquapony routine, following up a backstroke with a tornado spin, which splashed onto the bystanding Apple Bloom.

Featherweight, meek as ever, covered his blush and awkwardly mosied his way past the sliding glass door to the house’s interior. The sound of upbeat rock music, courtesy of Sweetie Belle, filled his ears as he stumbled through narrow pockets of empty space between partiers.

He tried to shout above all the voices, though he could barely hear himself. “Rumble! Where you at, dude? I got the—”

“Yo, Featherweight!” Rumble’s familiar voice (Young, yet powerful and confident) shouted above the dancing crowd and blasting music. “Over here!” Featherweight caught a glimpse of Rumble’s waving hand in the mob of dancing ponies, and was instantly relieved to catch up to his friend.

Rumble took a seat on the glass stairs as Featherweight approached him. “Took me long enough, huh?” Featherweight asked, setting the boxes down. “The damn place was packed. Should have just bought some microwavable ones from the corner store.”

“Unacceptable. Her Majesty deserves only the best.” Rumble opened the top box, revealing a perfectly sliced and fluffy mushroom and olive pizza. “Aha, you pulled through! I owe you for this, I really do.”

“Right…” Featherweight let out a disgruntled exhale, brushing drops of water off of his jacket. He reached into his pocket and passed Rumble a coin purse. “Here’s your change, by the way.”

“Radical.” Rumble pocketed the coins in his purple lined leather jacket. In addition to his sleek black pants and low-cut shirt, he seemed to emulate the very definition of cool. This wouldn’t have stood out to Featherweight if Rumble hadn’t been the epitome of a quiet loner a few months ago; what really made the smooth looking pegasus distant from his former self was his new side-parted haircut. It was a far cry from his old slicked-back look.

“So, you were saying earlier?” Featherweight asked.

“Oh, right.” Rumble clapped his hands. “I was gonna ask why you’re here. I can’t picture you in the party scene.”

Featherweight turned around as he reached for his camera, which was tied around his neck, as per usual. “Uh, independent study. Plus, a few crowd shots will look good in my portfolio.”

“Fantastic.” Rumble took the stack of pizza boxes and stood up, beckoning Featherweight to follow. “Now, you’re probably wondering why it is that I couldn’t just fly over to the market and get these pizzas myself. Uh, hold on.” He tossed the top box into the air, where it was snatched up by Scootaloo. “Good catch! And the answer is this; I intend to spend every single moment of this evening wooing the Queen of Ponyville herself. Surely you know who the queen is?”

Featherweight cocked his brow. “Princess Twilight?”

“Oh, aren’t you adorable.” Rumble removed Featherweight’s hat and patted him on the head. Featherweight snatched the hat and put it back on.

“So, who are you talking about?”

“Well, just think,” Rumble said, handing off a ricotta-topped pizza to a passing mare. “Who is the one mare at this party with the money and ego to match that of a queen?”

“Oh, no…” Featherweight slapped his hand to his face. “You’re not going for sloppy seconds with her, are you?”

“Featherweight! I am very disappoint! Nothing about Silver Spoon is sloppy. I oughta have you arrested for sacrilege.”

“Dude, have you even heard the stories about her? Half the stuff she’s done should have put her in jail!” Featherweight shook his head solemnly, sighing deeply. “Though, of course, you probably don’t care about that, do you?”

Rumble rolled his eyes. “Not as much as you do, apparently.”

He caught sight of his good friend, the ever-blonde Lickety Split, caught in a passionate kiss on the couch with some other colt. Passing by, Rumble tossed them a box, which Lickety caught with expert precision, followed by spinning it atop his finger. When he opened the box, he looked disgruntled. “What the hell, Rumble? If you’re gonna interrupt me, at least make sure it’s not an anchovy interruption!”

“Just pick ‘em off,” Rumble said, before turning back to Featherweight. “Besides, what do you care? Not like you’re the one who’s gonna be busy wooing her.”

“Fine, fine, whatever. Good luck trying to win over the Queen of Ponyville.” Featherweight nudged Rumble and winked. “Not like it’s gonna be that hard anyway. Like I said, stories…”

Rumble chuckled, posing like a superhero. “Hey, have you forgotten that I was the star of one of those stories?”

“That was when you couldn’t so much as look at a girl without burying your muzzle in your knees and storming home to listen to DJ Pon3 for the fiftieth time that day. Now that Silver Spoon knows you mean business…” As Featherweight spoke, he slowly came to realize that it was a moot point. He grabbed the second to last pizza box. “I’m keeping this one for myself. I’ll pick up your unconscious body tomorrow morning.”

“Wish me luck!” Rumble shouted.

“Fuck no!” Featherweight replied, stuffing a slice of tofu pepperoni into his mouth.

Rumble chuckled to himself as he took the last box to the top of the stairs. The interior balcony overlooked the entire span of the living room and the pool. It was the perfect VIP area, and it made Rumble feel a little taller than the other partygoers. He brushed off whatever dust there could have been on his coat, then stepped forward to the luxurious couch ahead of him. He could only see the back of it, but he knew very well who sat there.

“Halt!” Two unicorn colts, one abnormally skinny and the other rather bulky, came at Rumble. “None may approach Her Royal Majesty-ness!” said the skinny one.

Rumble facepalmed. “Oh, take off, Snails. What are you, twelve?”

“Sixteen! And her Royal Majestity may only meet with those deemed worthy of her presence!” Snips proclaimed, putting his hands on either side of his chubby hips.

“And from what we can see, you’re just not cool enough to see her.” Snails grinned and waved his hand passively at Rumble. “So, too bad.”

Rumble groaned under his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh for crying out loud… Will you two idiots just get out of the way? Unlike you guys, I plan on keeping Her Royal Majesty-whateverness entertained.”

“We’ve already been entertaining her,” Snips gloated in his annoyingly shrill voice.

Rumble’s heart skipped a beat. “What the hell?”

Snips folded his arms, with Snails following suit. “We’ve been shining her hooves and trimming her hair all evening. We’re above you!”

Rumble retained an entirely neutral expression, his heartbeat returning to normal. “Yeah, okay… Good to know.” Brushing the two aside, Rumble held back a snigger. “You guys definitely have me beat. Why don’t you take a break and enjoy the party?”

A faux regal voice came from the seat ahead. “They’ll do no such thing. Otherwise, they don’t get paid.”

Rumble stepped around the seat and was greeted with a welcome sight. It was the flawlessly beautiful belle herself, with her perfectly smooth coat, curvy figure and perpetually lusty stare behind purple spectacles.

“Hello, Rumble.”

Silver Spoon was wearing much less than Rumble had expected, though he didn’t exactly know what to expect. She must have been swimming earlier, as she was wearing a thin black bikini, though most of it was hidden by a silk lavender robe. She propped up her legs on a rest, queuing Snips and Snails to run to her side and tend to her hooves with files.

Rumble decided to play along with the royalty act by taking a bow, holding out the pizza box. “O dear queen, aura so elegant, muzzle so meticulously powdered! I beseech that thou taketh my offering unto you.”

Silver Spoon chuckled, patting Rumble’s forehead and taking the box. She opened it, smiling as she was presented with a plain cheese pizza. “How did you know I wanted this, Rumble?”

“I remember you mentioning your taste in pizza the last time I was at one of these fine get-togethers, Your Majesty,” Rumble said, standing up.

Silver Spoon smiled, grabbing herself a slice. "Amazing."

"I know, right?"

"No, it's amazing that, when I was a filly, I fooled myself into thinking I liked deep dish multilayered pizza with every available vegetable. I only liked it because it was expensive and classy. You know how I was; if it was common, it was automatically terrible. But now, I’m a mare of simple tastes." She folded up a slice of pizza and shoved it into her mouth. "Mmmph. I think I just had a cheesegasm."

“Simple tastes.” Rumble smirked at that. “That certainly explains your choice of house.”

Silver Spoon swallowed her bite. “It’s practical, dear. Five minutes to the market, five minutes to Diamond Tiara’s house.”

“And what about this party?” Rumble asked with an arched brow.

“You common folk amuse me.”

An uncomfortable silence, barring the loud music and lewd conversation below, passed between the two. Silver Spoon’s mouth slowly curled into a very inelegant grin before she burst out laughing.

“I’m kidding, Rumble! Oh, geez. Did you honestly think I was going to act like this for the whole party?”

“I wouldn’t have minded,” Rumble said with a shrug. He took a seat on the armrests of Silver Spoon’s chair-slash-throne. “It’s kinda hot when you put on that kind of show. It’s not nearly as annoying as it was in grade school.”

Silver Spoon was still laughing. She removed her glasses and brushed a stray tear out of her eye. “Holy crap, that was a riot. I set up this chair, got Snips and Snails suckered in… When you called me the Queen of Ponyville, I didn’t think you took it so seriously. Oh, hold on…”

As the elegant mare put her glasses back on, she reached into her cleavage and removed two platinum bits. She tossed them both to Snips and Snails, who headbutted each other trying to catch them.

Silver Spoon pushed the pizza box towards Rumble. “Please, join me.”

Needing no other encouragement, Rumble opened the box up and snatched up a slice, biting off half of it the moment it reached his lips. Trying to not look like an utter pig while eating, he swallowed and asked Silver, “So, when the queen isn’t using dolts as her own personal butlers, what else does she plan to do at the party?”

“Wait for Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet, mostly. I’ve already done plenty of swimming and dancing for tonight, and now it’s time for me to sit back and reeeeeeelax.” Letting out an exasperated sigh, Silver Spoon sank further into her seat, sliding down until she was in a much less regal pose. Even then, she still maintained a classy and dignified appearance. “It’s all so tiring.”

Rumble spotted an opportunity to get closer with Silver Spoon. Since she dropped the royal act, he was only just seeing how strained she looked. “Here, allow me.” His hands reached out for her thighs, gently grasping them while applying only a small strain of pressure. Rubbing his palms up and down her legs, Rumble smiled, putting more strength to his grip at small intervals to massage Silver’s muscles. “How does that feel, Your Highness?”

Silver Spoon sighed, her thighs feeling like putty to Rumble’s hand. Before too long the stress of the night began to melt away, her legs basking in utter glory from the relaxing tempo of Rumble’s hands working out and easing the tension from her. Her legs spread out a bit, allowing Rumble ample more room to work his magic.

“Wonderful, Rumble, simply wonderful,” Silver Spoon coed, a red tinge appearing on her grey cheeks. Noticing Rumble’s hands were moving upward on her thighs, much further than what would be considered appropriate, Silver giggled. “Oh, wow. It looks like I was right. Aren’t you the impatient one?”

Rumble’s chin rested on Silver’s leg as he rubbed along the inside of her leg. “Then you know what I’m here for. You gave me the ride of my life once…”

Silver’s hand touched Rumble’s cheek. “Ah, so the child dares to reach into the mistress’ cookie jar for a second time?”

“He does, as the first cookie tasted oh-so sweet. He’ll be expecting the second one to taste even sweeter.” Rumble’s fingers slipped underneath the cover of the robe. As he reached further, he could feel the cloth of her bikini bottom.

“This is naughty, Rumble…” Silver Spoon whispered, her legs grinding together with every brush of Rumble’s hand. “Don’t stop.”

Rumble’s finger traced the line of her bikini bottom, tugging it downward a few inches. From there, he wiggled a finger inside, the soft touch of Silver’s skin enticing to the touch. When his finger finally brushed against her lower lips, Silver sighed, her mouth hanging open while her eyes fell shut.

Smirking, Rumble pushed his hand in deeper into her bikini bottom, his other hand busy sliding up and down the insides of her thigh. Before too long, his fingers found the warm wetness of Silver’s inner nethers, her excitement evident right at the get-go from how much she was leaking. Parting her lower lips open with his index and ring finger, Rumble slid his middle fingers into damp canal of lust, with Silver’s grinding telling him she wanted him to go deeper. Faster. Rumble obliged, twirling his finger around like a night on the town inside Silver’s moist core, eliciting moans and awes of pure ecstasy from a thorough fingering.

“How does my queen feel?” Rumble asked. He had slipped in the majority of his finger, causing Silver Spoon’s back to arch up from the bolt of pure pleasure running up her spine.

Wincing at another prob from Rumble’s divine finger, Silver Spoon looked to him and smiled a slurty grin. “Extraordinary... You have both a way with words and your fingers.”

Rumble winked. “The fingers usually get me better luck with the mares.”

“And since when do you have such luck?” Silver pointed at herself. “Barring the obvious.”

Rumble had a wistful memory pass through him. It was an erotic Hearth’s Warming Eve of music, mochas, and the one mare he loved more than life itself. “DJ Pon3. She showed me things. It was more than sex, it was truth. She changed me that night. And I’ve made my own luck ever since.”

“I knew there was something different about you. You’ve never been so…” Silver’s eyes fluttered as she interrupted herself with a gasp. “...forward.”

Rumble rose another digit and pushed his way further inside Silver’s tight insides. With two fingers within her, Rumble had ample opportunity to move about and have some real fun. He spread both fingers out, stretching Silver’s vaginal walls out just to he could reach in farther. Every inch he managed to dive deeper into Silver, she moaned and panted, no words needed for her to tell him she wanted more.

But that was exactly the problem. “W-Wait, wait…”

Rumble groaned loudly as Silver gently grabbed his hand, removing his fingers and bringing his ministrations to a premature end. He dried his fingers clean of her juices on the carpet.

“If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do this properly.” The regal mare reached beneath her robe and adjusted her bikini bottom, hiding her flower from Rumble’s view as she removed herself from her throne-chair. “You will come to my room in three minutes, after I have freshened myself up. After that, well…” She grinned, looking much like a dominatrix, a look that Rumble thought suited her. “You remember what happened last time.”

“Oh, it won’t be like last time, Silvy. Little Rumble’s got a brand new— Agh!” Silver’s robe fell onto Rumble’s face. He threw it aside just in time to see Silver, now reduced to only her bikini, saunter away. Her divine hips swayed with each step, her bikini bottom clenching to her cheeks as tight as could be. Before she departed, she turned her body halfway to Rumble and winked, flashing an impressive view of her average, yet perky breasts. Rumble yearned to see them unclothed once again.

“Don’t be late, Rumble.” Silver Spoon flicked her tail and entered her bedroom.