"Ember... We need to talk."

Ember looked up from her book. She was still reading foal's books, though she'd tried a few made for school age foals rather than near-babies. They were slow going, but she could understand them without Far's help most of the time. She hadn't really been reading the book, though. She'd been trying to read, or maybe pretending to read, so that she could have something to think about other than Far's guilt and her own burning need to mate.

They had made love without a condom for the first time and it had been just as good as Ember had hoped. For the first time in weeks her need had cooled completely.

But it wasn't the perfect solution she'd hoped for, since her continuing development into a changeling queen seemed to be making her need for sex even more insatiable every day. The relief from that wonderful night had lasted barely a day before the need began to creep back in again. Biology wanted her to found an entire hive, hundreds or even thousands strong. A stallion's seed fooled her senses briefly, but when no egg kindled, the need returned, and it was driving her mad.

It was driving Far mad as well, from the guilt when he inevitably turned her down as much as anything else. When he did say yes when not in the mood it was a coin's toss whether Ember could get him interested or whether the sex would be lackluster and disappointing to them both. Either way the whole situation was obviously not working, but Ember had no idea what else she could do.

"Yes, we do," she said with a sigh. "I don't know if we can fix this mess, though."

Far sat on the couch beside her. He reached out and rested a hoof on her shoulder. "I think we can. I hope we can, at least."

"I don't know how. I want sex kind of all the time. You want it... not so often."

"About once a week, I think."

"Once a week." Ember swallowed. "I can't... I mean, we're having it way more often than that."

"Yeah. It's okay for now, but it can't last. But there may be a solution. I don't know. You've mentioned 'the hive males' like you mated with more than one there, yes?"

"Yes. But what does that have to do with us now?"

"Well... it has to do with something called 'polyamory.' You probably haven't heard of it."

Ember shook her head. The word was strange to her.

"It means 'many loves,' and that's what it is. You do know that most ponies mate in pairs, and don't have sex or act as mates in any way outside that, yes?"

"Yes. I never used to understand that, but I think I do now. I do love you, Far. I can't imagine feeling this way about anyone else."

Far smiled. "You might not feel exactly that way about anyone else, and I certainly wouldn't feel exactly how I feel about you about any other pony. But ponies are herd animals. Long ago we used to mate in groups. Many mares with one stallion, in particular. These days, well... as I said, most ponies pair off. But a few keep the ancient way, and form harem groups. And a few also have... call them reverse harems, one mare, many stallions, or even mixed groups of nearly equal numbers of both."

"You mean, as lovers?"

"Yes."

"So..." Ember's brow furrowed as she tried to puzzle through this. The solution Far was suggesting was obvious, but it included things she wasn't so sure about. She loved Far, as she'd said. Mating with Far was wonderful because she loved him. Mating with the hive males had been nothing like it. It was hard to imagine having that sort of perfunctory relationship without the structure of the hive requiring it. It didn't seem like it would be terribly satisfying. And if it wasn't satisfying, why would any ponies engage in it?

"So I'm trying to explain that ponies can love more than one individual. Ponies can have sex with ponies other than their mates. Ponies can have bonds ranging from the very causal to the extremely intimate with many other ponies. I think that might work well for you."

"But what about you? I still don't know a lot about ponies, but I know enough to know what jealousy is. Wouldn't you be unhappy if I love other ponies?"

Far chuckled. "No. I'm not the jealous type! I know that what you and I have is special. Whatever you have with any other pony, however it works out, whether it's just for fun or whether you fall in love again, it wouldn't be the same. It would be something else. I mean, I won't claim that jealousy will never be any kind of problem, I'm only equine, but what I need from you is your love and at least some of your time, so we can share our love together. So long as I get that, you can do whatever you like with other ponies."

"Oh."

"What do you think about the idea of trying to have sex with a different stallion, somepony other than me?"

Ember considered that. "It's... a little scary. I know you. I trust you. I don't know any other ponies."

"What if it were a friend of mine, somepony I know and trust?"

"Well... Yes, that would help."

Far grinned. "In that case, I actually have a pony in mind. He's polyamorous himself. He and his wife are both friends of mine. In fact I've had sex with both of them once, when they wanted a threesome."

Ember blinked. "A threesome?"

"It's when three ponies have sex together, at the same time."

"That seems hard to do."

Far laughed. "It is a bit awkward sometimes, but it can also be a lot of fun. But right now I'm just suggesting one other pony at a time. Would you like to try having me set you up with my friend?"

"Well, if he's a friend of yours, I think I would be okay trying it. I trust you."

It took several days before Far could make arrangements for his friend Fancy Pants to visit. During that time Ember stopped bothering Far for sex at all. Knowing, now, that he wanted it so seldom—at least by her standards—she wasn't going to pressure him to have it more often. But that meant that by the time Fancy finally arrived, Ember was nearly mad with desire.

There were some difficulties. She had not expected the sheer size of him, for one. Fancy was no taller than Far, but it turned out that height had no relation whatsoever to the size of a stallion's member, and Fancy was unusually well-endowed. But eventually they made things work and at the end of the night Ember was satisfied. It had not been as wonderful as sex with Far was. They did not share a hive bond, and they did not love each other. Yet she had found that she truly enjoyed giving Fancy Pants pleasure. The things she had tasted from him had been good, even beyond the relief he had provided her.

Far, happily, was delighted.

"I'm happy when you're happy, love," he said after Fancy had left.

"So, will Fancy be back tomorrow, then?" asked Ember.

"Ah..." Far Gaze rubbed the back of his neck rather sheepishly. "No, tomorrow you'll have to make do with me, I'm afraid." He smiled and added, "It's been almost a week this time, so I don't mind! But it'll be a few days before Fancy can come back. He has a busy life."

"Oh."

"I know, it's not a perfect solution. But we can find other ponies. Fancy's wife, Fleur, may actually be able to help as well."

Ember considered that thought with curiosity. "His wife? How could she help? You don't need another mare to have sex with."

Far chuckled. "No, I don't. But mares can have sex with other mares, you know."

"...they can?"

"Yes. I'd think that with almost all changelings being female, that sort of thing would happen with you too."

"No, I've never heard of..." Then Ember paused. "Actually, maybe it does happen. I was barely more than a nymph, and not developed into an under-queen yet, so I was disinterested in mating, but I remember that the queen before Chrysalis, Sepal, sometimes used to bring an under-queen with her when she visited the males for mating. I remember that the under-queen who was training me thought it was very strange. I had almost forgotten about it until now."

"I'm not surprised. You've taken to a broader range of sexual behavior so readily, I had a feeling that nothing about changelings made them inherently sexually boring." He grinned. "It's just a cultural habit, I suppose."

Ember nodded. She considered the idea of having sex with a mare. It seemed strange, but the idea of having sex for pleasure and mutual bonding rather than merely for eggs had seemed strange at first too. But... "Won't sex with a female be like when we were using condoms? It seems like it wouldn't actually help very much with my need to mate."

"That still did seem to take the edge off, so I think it might still be worth trying. And there's another reason it might help, but I need to discuss it with Fleur first. She has a secret that's not mine to tell."

Ember frowned, feeling quite puzzled, but didn't ask further questions. The feel of Far's mind made it clear that whatever the secret was, he took it very seriously, so prying would be pointless as well as rude. She would hopefully find out soon enough, in any case.

A few more days passed, but eventually Fancy Pants did return with his wife Fleur de Lis. Far made love once in the meantime, but she was half mad with need once again by the time the couple arrived.

The pair sat on the couch, Fleur draping herself comfortably over Fancy, who sat more upright. Far and Ember both sat on the floor, since Far didn't have much in the way of furniture. Far had made the introductions, and now Ember and Fleur were regarding each other curiously. Ember had already met Fancy, of course. Fleur was as tall as her husband, but far more slender and graceful, with a coat of pink so pale it was almost white. Ember was in her natural form. She could have disguised herself, but she found she was somehow reluctant to hide who and what she was from ponies she was planning on being so physically intimate with. She might take whatever form they desired in the course of lovemaking, but for now she preferred to be herself.

Ember had progressed further towards being a queen. Her eyes had finally developed pupils, and her colors had deepened and become more iridescent. Her horn was longer and even more jagged than it had been, and she was by far the tallest of those present. It was hard to be sure without any means of comparison, but she thought she was still shorter than Chrysalis, so she had growing yet to do, but not all that much. Her mane and tail were longer as well, and were entirely teal green, no trace of their original gray remaining. She was, for all intents and purposes, a full changeling queen now.

"I must admit I find you rather fascinating," said Fleur. "Fancy has told me about your time together last week. Is it true that you can turn into anything at all?"

"Not anything. I can only become living things. Things closer to my real shape in shape and size are easier. Ponies are easier than things like dragons. I can't be really huge or very tiny. And I'm still learning, I'm not as good at it as some changelings. I'm not actually sure I could do a dragon yet."

"Interesting. And could you be male rather than female if you wished?"

"Of course. That's very easy."

"Ah, would that it were so easy for ponies! I rather envy you in some ways." Fleur smiled. "And since we are likely to be intimate one with another, I suppose I should tell you my little secret, so there won't be any surprises once we begin."

Ember nodded a silent assent. She had to admit she was curious what this secret might be.

"I am a mare, of course. That goes without saying at this point. Yet when I was born, I had a colt's body."

Ember found herself frowning, confused. "I don't understand. How can you be a mare and have a colt's body?"

Fleur smiled. "Tell me, Ember, if you turned yourself into a colt, would you be a colt? Would your heart and mind be a colt's heart and mind, or would you remain yourself?"

"I would be myself. A changeling changes her appearance, not her nature."

"Exactly. My heart and mind are that of a mare. They always have been, but I had to discover that over many years, since I seemed to be a colt. Eventually I learned the truth, and since that time I have been bringing my body into alignment with my true self. Ponies are not changelings, our magic is not capable of true transformation, not permanently at least. But there are hormone treatments, and small illusions that help. I should dismiss the chief of those now, I suppose."

Her horn glowed briefly, and suddenly the mare sitting on the couch had the discrete bulge of a stallion's sheath between her legs. Ember's eyes widened just a little. "Oh."

"I don't mind having a cock. In fact I sometimes enjoy it, though when I can manage the transformation magic I enjoy having a vagina too. But the cock is easier, and truth be told, it's been part of me for so long that it seems quite natural, even if it doesn't quite suit a mare."

"I... think I understand." Ember could hardly imagine what it would be like to be caught in such an alien situation. But then maybe she did, just a little. Was being stranded among ponies any less comfortable? Perhaps it was not the same, but maybe it was a little bit alike. She often had to be something she wasn't, after all. "I guess I see why Far said you could help with my mating urge," she added.

Fleur just smiled and nodded.

"I think it's high time we retired to the bedroom," said Fancy Pants with a smile

"Well, this is where I leave," said Far, also smiling. "You all have fun."

Thank you very much, said Ember silently. I am so glad that you don't mind me doing these things.

I just want you to be happy, said Far.

I am. And I will be. You are amazing, replied Ember. Then she rose, and led Fleur and Fancy into the bedroom. It was a spartan space, simply holding the bed itself and one single night stand with no other furnishings or decoration. Far Gaze was not wealthy and hadn't cared to spend his limited bits on such things. For him the bed was simply a place to sleep. For Ember it was becoming something more. She gestured to it. "Here. I'm not quite sure how to start, though. I've never been in a threesome."

"We have done this quite a bit," said Fancy. "Let us guide you."

Fleur climbed into the bed gracefully and beckoned with one hoof for Ember to join her. Feeling slightly nervous but also very excited, Ember did so. Fleur pulled her close and gave her a warm kiss. Ember cooperated, cuddling up, their hind hooves tangling together. She felt the bed shift as Fancy climbed in as well and then he was cuddling up behind her, sandwiching her between the two of them.

Fleur deepened the kiss, pushing her tongue into Ember's mouth and then running it over Ember's fangs. She returned to them over and over, seemingly fascinated by them. When she broke off the kiss at last, Ember tried to capitalize on that interest by nibbling at Fleur's neck, which got her a gasp and a stronger taste of arousal. The taste of lust was already heavy in the air. She didn't really need any more energy, but she drew in a little bit anyway. It was delicious; sweet and spicy.

Just as good—perhaps even better—was the feeling of being between the two unicorns. With their bodies pressed together she could feel that both were already somewhat aroused, and that fanned the fire of her already burning need even brighter. She nipped and nuzzled at Fleur while wiggling her hips and pressing back into Fancy's embrace. He in turn nibbled at her ear, one foreleg caressing down her side, while his hips pressed tightly to hers, letting her feel every detail of his growing erection. Ember desperately wanted it inside her, now, but she remembered their previous encounter. Fancy Pants was a remarkably well-endowed stallion, and his cock wasn't going to fit without taking special measures. Which would interrupt things considerably. So for now she merely ground back against it more, moaning against Fleur's neck.

Fleur lifted her head slightly and began lapping at Ember's jagged horn, sending a warm wave of pleasure through her. Ember moaned again, too distracted to continue her nibbling. Meanwhile Fancy's hoof, that had been caressing her side, had slipped lower, pushing past her ovipositor to rub between her legs. She shuddered as it caressed her pubic mound, teasing but not quite touching her clit.

Fleur suckled on the end of Ember's horn expertly, her tongue caressing it, making Ember moan repeatedly. Fancy was still teasing her with his hoof, and also still pressing his hips to hers. He started making a slow thrusting motion, rubbing his cock along her lower back, smearing pre-cum on her smooth chitin.

Eventually Fleur let go of Ember's horn. "Do changelings spark?"

Ember, panting slightly and still more than a little distracted, since Fancy hadn't stopped what he was doing, took some time to realize that Fleur was asking about the magical discharge that came from a horn job. She'd learned about that with Far Gaze, he enjoyed horn jobs sometimes. "I don't think so," she managed to reply.

"Too bad. Well, why don't we try some other way to get to a climax, hmm?"

"I vote for skipping straight to the good part," said Fancy, giving a little wiggle of his hips. "I'm not really in the mood for drawn-out foreplay. Unless you ladies want it, of course."

"I think I'm quite ready to move along," said Fleur with a grin.

"Y-yes," said Ember, licking her lips, remembering the feel of Fancy's cock within her.

"Then perhaps you would be so kind, Ember my dear, as to change to that large, lovely shape you used before?" Fancy's expression could only be described as a cheerful leer.

Ember giggled and obliged, green fire washing over her. The flames had no heat, so neither of the ponies still pressed close were harmed. Both were, however, slightly pushed aside by the alicorn-sized pony that now lay between them. She was an earth pony, but she was easily as large as Celestia herself.

"Oh my," said Fleur, looking up at her. "How amazing! It is so tempting to ask you to try out a dozen different shapes. Why, we could be with Princess Celestia herself, if you truly can become anything."

"That is a rather alluring idea," said Fancy thoughtfully. "I don't suppose..."

Ember licked her lips, feeling a flicker of nervousness. Become Celestia herself? But then why not. Nopony was here to see besides Fleur and Fancy. She didn't think she could imitate Celestia's mannerisms, but the shape, that would be simplicity itself. "Well, if you want," she finally said.

"I think I do," said Fancy.

"Yes, how exciting!" said Fleur.

Ember smiled, tasting their feelings. There was a subtlety to the spice of arousal that she couldn't quite identify. It had a hint of something that was almost like fear. Well, the idea of having sex with Celestia herself might indeed be fearful! But they both obviously wanted it all the same, so she changed again, broad wings and long horn sprouting, blue coat becoming white, and plain mane and tail turning rainbow and shimmering in the wake of her changeling's flame.

"Wow." Fleur stared at her for a long moment. "I can't wait to see you take my husband. This is going to be amazingly hot."

Fancy chuckled. "I'm more than ready." He put a hoof to Ember's cheek, pulling her head around to kiss her. She turned, and twisted her body too; facing Fancy, wrapping her hooves around him. She felt his cock pushing against her stomach. She was large enough in this form that it was a little awkwardly high up while they were kissing, but Fancy soon broke off the kiss and slid down a bit, trying to position himself. Ember put a hind leg over him, shifting to help him line his cock up with her entrance. Fleur, behind her, was softly stroking her wings, watching them both intently.

Fancy's massive member pushed against Ember's entrance, slowly spreading her open. She moaned shamelessly as it began to sink it. It felt amazing. It went in fairly easily, for she was so wet she was nearly dripping. Fancy let out a deep sigh and rested his muzzle against her shoulder once he was fully hilted.

Then Ember felt Fleur shifting, laying behind her, and then Fleur's cock was prodding at her rump, a hard warmth that was obviously smaller than Fancy's, but that still excited her. She found herself wishing there was some way to take them both, but she didn't think that would work. Then, as Fancy continued to hold still, simply resting within her, Fleur said, "Do you want me as well, 'Princess'?"

Ember licked her lips, glancing back at the elegant mare behind her. "I do want you, but how would that be possible?"

Fleur smiled and leaned forward to give Ember a brief kiss. "Far Gaze did say you were new to this. I take it you're not familiar with anal sex?"

Ember shook her head. "No." She licked her lips again, her desire still a burning flame within her. Fancy's cock felt wonderful, but he was just lying there!

"Well. It is fairly simple. It's sex that uses the anus rather than the vagina. You know what that is?"

Ember blushed. "Yes."

"And how do you feel about the idea?"

Ember frowned. "Mostly confused. But... ah, First take it. Fancy, why are you just lying there?"

Fancy actually laughed. "Because I am waiting for my delightful wife to join us, as is only polite."

"Then yes, I'm fine with it. Join us. I do want you. I want Fancy. I want you both. Please."

"Wonderful," said Fleur. "Just let me..." her horn lit, and Ember felt a very odd sensation of warmth, then a wet coolness, beneath her tail. "Ah, there. Now..." Ember felt the hot hardness of Fleur's cock touching beneath her tail, prodding gently. It felt strange, but not unpleasant. She found herself lifting her tail up further out of the way.

Fleur shifted, seeking just the right angle, her cock pushing beneath Ember's ethereal tail. Ember tensed for a moment at the strange sensation, then relaxed, and suddenly Fleur's cock slipped inside. Between Fleur's cock being relatively narrow and Ember's current size, she was only stretched out a little, certainly not enough to be truly uncomfortable. It felt strange, but it was a good sort of strange.

With both of them inside her she felt wonderfully full, in truth, and when Fancy finally began to move, slowly thrusting within her, it was one of the most amazing things she'd ever felt. She wrapped her hooves tightly around Fancy and bucked her hips to his. This had the effect of also moving Fleur's cock with her, and the mare was soon matching her motions, all three of them moving together.

They had barely begun and Ember was already nearly at her peak. She clenched down around both cocks within her, tensing, feeling her climax building rapidly. She usually needed at least a little bit of attention to her clit to come, but this wonderful new sensation was so intense, and the doubled pleasure she tasted from the pair was so great that she found she was already on the edge. Fleur was nibbling at the base of her neck, but she hardly noticed. She pressed her muzzle against the top of Fancy's head, panting into his mane. "Oh yes... please..." She was so close. Everything felt intense, amazing, and wonderful.

Suddenly she was there, her back arching, pushing back against Fleur, her whole body shaking as she came intensely. Neither of the others stopped, they both kept moving, pushing her through it, drawing her pleasure out even longer. But when her orgasm faded, Ember gasped out, "S-stop!"

Immediately both Fleur and Fancy stopped moving. Fancy pulled out of her. Fleur nuzzled the back of her neck and stayed where she was, but kept still. "What is it?" Fancy asked.

Ember, panting, said, "Just... I need a moment." She shuddered again, her whole body feeling twitchy and electrified, and her clit and vulva like if a single motion happened anywhere near them she might combust. It was very like the pleasure she'd just felt, but it was also rather like pain, and she wasn't sure she could stand it.

"Are you okay?" asked Fleur softly.

Ember almost laughed, breathlessly. "Yes! Very okay. Kind of... too sensitive right now."

"Ah. I see." Fleur reached up to nibble her ear and Ember shivered.

"Hmm. Let us try something." Fancy's twinkling smile was downright mischievous as he shifted, bending his head towards Ember's hindquarters. Fleur shifted too, encouraging Ember to lean back against her. Ember lifted one leg slightly, giving Fancy better access. He lapped lightly, just touching his tongue against her clit, and a shudder went through her. Even that tiny touch was almost too much, but it felt amazing. Fancy licked her again and she moaned loudly. Fleur, behind her, laughed softly in her ear and ground her hips to Ember, pushing her cock deep within her once more.

"Oh stars," said Ember, breathing the pony curse fervently. The pleasure that had ebbed away started building again, rapidly. It hardly took any time at all before a second orgasm washed over her. She let out a low cry, shuddering again, but Fancy didn't stop what he was doing, he continued. Ember whimpered. It was intense, maybe even too much, she felt as if she might explode, riding a white-hot line between pleasure a pain. Another orgasm broke over her, then another. She shuddered repeatedly, her whole body shaking and spasming. It was becoming hard to tell if she was coming or not, everything blending together into an ocean of pleasure. Then she felt another wave break over her, and something about it was different, more final. She twitched and clenched once more, her body tensed as the pleasure raced through her, and then she relaxed utterly, going completely limp.

When her moans and twitches ceased, Fancy Pants finally lifted his head. "Shall I continue, my dear?" he asked, looking up at Ember with an amused smirk.

"Hmmwha?" Ember tried to gather the mental energy to respond, but her brain was nothing but wonderful static.

She heard Fleur chuckled behind her. "He's very good at that, isn't he?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Are we done for the evening, then?" asked Fancy, sitting up as he did.

That managed to give Ember a thought to gather her wits around. She blinked, trying to bring her eyes into focus as she also tried to focus her mind. "Neither of you came yet," she managed to say.

"Ah. That's a no, then."

"I'm done. Very done. So done." Ember giggled. She felt a little bit giddy, and also like she could sleep for about a day. But she took a deep breath and then wiggled her hips, pressing her sun-marked rump back into Fleur slightly. "It wouldn't be right to stop now, though."

"You've been done," said Fleur, and Ember didn't have to see her grin, she could hear it.

Fancy laughed. "Indeed. But I don't mind if you want to continue. I don't mind that at all." He slid himself up and kissed Ember, while pressing his body close to her once again. She kissed back. A flicker of need woke in her once again. What they had done had been very satisfying, but she hadn't gotten what she truly needed, and her body knew it.

"Neither do I," said Fleur.

Ember shifted her hips, feeling Fancy's cock, still hot, hard, and slicked with her juices, rubbing against her. She wanted that inside her again, and it didn't take long to line it up. Fancy pushed in swiftly, eagerly, and he and Fleur once more set up a rhythm, filling Ember utterly. She squeezed down around them both, wanting their pleasure, wanting to be filled in a different way, with their seed.

Her greater height put Fancy's horn just at nose level, and Ember nuzzled it, prompting a soft groan from him. She lapped up it once, slowly, then took it into her mouth. The steady rhythm the three of them had set up skipped a beat, and Fleur pulled out of Ember for a moment, but she swiftly found her way within again. Fancy, his eyes shut and his front hooves going to Ember's hips, began to press the pace, thrusting harder and faster. He was panting fast, and the taste of his pleasure was strong on Ember's tongue as she continued to suck his horn.

With a low grunt he thrust even faster, as deep and hard as he could, and then he came, his seed pumping into her. His horn sparked at the same time, shooting out a fizzing magical fountain, and Ember pulled her head back with a startled yelp at the sudden explosion. It hadn't exactly hurt, but the sparks were hot and shocking, like static electricity.

Fleur halted again, seemingly endlessly patient. Fancy, flushed and still panting, said, "I am so sorry!"

"About what?" said Ember, feeling a wash of bliss, mostly mental but partly physical as well. Fancy's seed was within her, cooling the fire of her need, and she was delighted to have been able to please him so.

"A gentlecolt always warns a lady when he is about to spark in her mouth."

Ember giggled. "I think you were a little distracted. It's okay. That was... really good."

"I hope you're not done yet," said Fleur, giving a little wiggle.

"Mmm. No, I'm happy to continue. I think I insist, even," said Ember.

"Good. If you don't mind, though... I like being on top."

Ember felt a strange little shiver go through her. "Uhm. I don't mind."

Fancy obligingly pulled himself from her. She felt a flood of warm stickiness oozing down her leg, but at the moment she didn't really mind. Fleur pulled from her as well, and Ember rolled over onto her stomach, letting her wings splay out over most of the bed. Fancy sat on the floor beside it, getting well out of the way, and just watched.

Ember lifted her tail and Fleur positioned herself behind her, trying to line her cock up once more. Ember looked back at her, and saw her frown faintly. "Can you be a smaller pony?"

"Okay." Ember let go of Princess Celestia's form as her changing magic washed over her and became her usual pony self, blue on blue, with no cutie mark.

"Much better." Fleur grinned. "Now, it's finally time to make that pretty little rump of yours mine. Lift your tail, dear."

Ember felt another strange shiver of emotion. Being ordered like that was oddly exciting. She lifted her tail up obediently. Fleur lined herself up just beneath Ember's tail and then sank in with one swift, almost rough thrust. Ember cried out. It had hurt a little bit, yet somehow it hurt in a good way.

Fleur put her hooves over Ember's shoulders as she started to buck her hips, setting a steady, rapid pace. She pulled Ember back into each stroke, sinking in deeply. Ember moaned. Why did this feel so good? The very idea of anal sex had been alien and bizarre mere minutes ago, and now it was so very good.

It was obviously good for Fleur was well, for Ember could taste her rising passion. After all they had done, it wasn't surprising that it didn't take long for Fleur to be on the edge of her peak. She started bucking her hips harder, in an almost frantic rhythm, slamming into Ember. That hurt even more, yet still, somehow, it was good. Ember cried out repeatedly, her head tipped back, and her body tensed as she clenched down hard on Fleur's cock. She desperately wanted Fleur to come, wanted to please her, to be filled with her seed and taste the pleasure of her release.

"Please," she found herself moaning.

"Ah... yes... Yes!" Fleur's thrusting suddenly turned short and jerky as she came hard, hot seed flooding into Ember, hot passion overwhelming her senses. Ember cried out with her, not in climax herself, but still overcome with a different, mental sort of pleasure knowing that Fleur was coming inside her.

Fleur slowly slumped down on Ember's back, and Ember lowered her head to the mattress with a deep sigh. She felt completely exhausted, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Feels like you had a lot of fun there. Far's mental voice was startling, and Ember's eyes flew open.

You were watching?

I was trying not to, but there was a little bleed over. I don't know what you did, but I can tell you had a good time.

Yeah. Mmm. Thank you again.

Hey, this way you're happy, and I don't have to be pressured to have sex, or feel guilty I'm denying you sex. And getting a hit of the afterglow without any of the work is not bad either, I think.

"That was rather delightful." Fancy climbed back into the bed. Fleur shifted off of Ember's back and sprawled beside her, and Fancy stretched himself out on the other side with a yawn.

"It was one of the nicest threesomes I've had. Better than the last one, with that girl we hired from Rosie's."

"Indeed. I trust you enjoyed it as well, Ember?"

"Oh yes. Very much so." Then what Fleur had said suddenly registered with her. "Wait... last time you hired someone? You mean doing this is a job, that a pony can be paid for?"

"It is indeed. Some ponies make quite good money doing it, I'm told."

Now there's a thought... I've wondered what kind of job you could do. I didn't think of having you be a courtesan, said Far, with a thoughtful tone to his mental voice.

"They more than earn it," said Fleur. "Not all customers are the two of us." She grinned. "Quite a few are rather bad at sex. Or awkward. Or want strange fetishes. Though as far as that goes, if we keep seeing you, I might introduce you to a few of my own fetishes. But yes, it's definitely a job, and potentially a lucrative one."

Do you like the idea of being paid to have sex?

You know, I think I do, said Ember. "That's really interesting," she said aloud. "Do you think you could... I don't know, introduce me to somebody who knows more?"

"It would be our pleasure," said Fancy. Then he chuckled and added. "Tomorrow. Right now I am quite tired. Far said he had an eight hour shift, so I'm sure he won't mind if we occupy the bed for at least a nap while he's away."

Fleur yawned. "Yes, a nap sounds delightful. If you don't mind, Ember?"

"Mmm, it is definitely nap time," said Ember drowsily. But as she began to drift, warm and thoroughly worn out between the two unicorns, her mind ran over the thought of being paid to do this. Somehow that felt right. She'd wanted to find some way to fit into the pony world. None of the other ideas she'd had seemed to suit her. Most jobs were entirely outside her abilities, or terrified her, or bored her. But this... yes.

The last thought she had, before slipping into sleep, was that she needed to find out if there was a symbol for courtesans, because if there was, then she had found her cutie mark at last.

Author's Note

If you don't recall exactly what happened when Fancy Pants first visited Ember, check out chapter 9, Contrast.

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