The salty waves crashed on the shore, ringing over the photographers’ shouts. Fleur de Lis flipped her mane and leaned against a palm tree, with her arms out-stretched along the scratchy surface, her back arched, sticking her plot out to give a nice view of her cutie mark.
A few clicks and flashes from the camera and the photographer was barking at her again. The mare rolled her eyes Hoity’s going to get it for hiring this annoying jerk! She turned over, her back against the tree, arching her back forward to show off her plump breast in a hot pink bikini top. She sighed and pulled the bikini bottom out from between her thighs, it was beginning to stick to her fur from the heat. Her feet dug into the warm sand, tickling her toes.
Fleur re-adjusted her bikini top, which barely covered her well-developed chest, for the next shot. She smiled for the photographer as he snapped a more photos. She watched the white foam from the waves roll over the sand and then retreat back. Fleur sighed and rubbed sweat off her forehead. I need a vacation.
Fleur’s head shot up to the sound of clapping. She turned her head to see a brown stallion with a blonde mane applauding her. Trend?
The photographer turned towards the pony and put his camera in a bag. “The beach is closed today for a private photo shoot.”
Fleur de Lis walked over to the pair, a smile growing on her face. “Not anymore.” She turned to the photographer. “I think you have plenty of photos for today.” She waved at him. “Go on, shoo.”
The stallion groaned and threw his hands in the air. “Celebrities!” He stomped towards the gate and then turned towards Fleur. “I’ll be meeting with Hoity about this.” He growled as he slammed the gate behind him.
Fleur blew a stray piece of her pink mane out of her face. “Whatever.”
Trenderhoof chuckled. “Ah, I see your pony skills haven’t changed one bit.”
Fleur shot the stallion a glare and frowned. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
Trenderhoof threw an arm over Fleur’s shoulders. “You know exactly what I mean, Fleur. You only made our magic kindergarten teacher break down and cry after you insulted her outfit.”
The mare shrugged Trend’s arm off and stuck her nose in the air. “That was not my fault! It was atrocious. Green and pink do not go together, ever. I was saving her from a fashion catastrophe!”
Trenderhoof patted her on the head. “Sure, you did. I had to get in a fight just to stay in detention with you.”
Fleur huffed. “You didn’t have to stay with me, you idiot.”
The stallion placed a hand over his chest. “Ouch, that stung right through my designer sweater.”
Fleur rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t be such a diva.” She walked over to the cooler and propped it open.
Trend raised his eyebrow and turned to see Fleur swaying her tail in front of well-rounded plot. “Me, the diva? Fine, but at least I’m not a tease.”
The mare felt her cheeks flush. She levitated two orange sodas out of the cooler and slammed the lid closed. She chucked one of the sodas at Trenderhoof who caught it in an aura of yellow magic.
Trend chuckled and winked. “Uh, uh, watch your temper.”
He could hear her mumbling a slew of insults as she flopped down beside him on the sand.
“Now, now, Fleur, I’m just kidding—” He popped the top of his soda only to have a fountain of fizz hit him in the face. Trend blinked a few times trying to asses what just happened. He turned to see Fleur on her back laughing her plot off, her breast jiggling.
He wiped his face off with his sweater,a fresh blush formed on his face. “Ha ha, very funny.” The stallion levitated the now sticky sweater off of him and put it on top of the cooler.
Fleur sat up and cocked her head, staring at the shirtless stallion. She looked at Trenderhoof’s exposed chest. “Funny, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without that sweater.”
The writer smirked. “Good. I don’t like taking it off but I refuse to wear something that is, now, sticky.”
Fleur leaned over and licked Trenderhoof’s cheek. “You taste like an orange.”
The stallion stared into Fleur’s amethyst colored eyes. He blushed, turned, and looked towards the ocean. “And whose fault is that?”
Fleur shrugged and put a hand under Trend’s chin, turning his head towards her. “I suppose, mine.” She climbed into Trendhoof’s lap, her legs wrapping around his waist. “Here, let me help.”
Trenderhoof felt his blush grow across his face. “W-what— O-oh.” He felt Fleur’s hot breath under his fur, her tongue trailing up his neck.
Fleur ran a hand down his chest causing him to shiver. She could feel his shaft grow harder underneath her. Somepony’s happy. She pressed her lips against his gently and smiled, blinking her eyes at him. “I don’t think I can get all of it.”
Trenderhoof rubbed the back of his head, blushing profusely. “Um, it’s okay. I’ll just go wash off.” He lifted Fleur off his lap and trotted over to the waves, his face a dark shade of scarlet. He felt the cold water collide with his legs. He sighed and stepped further into the ocean until the water came to his shoulders. He closed his eyes and sighed. What am I going to do with her?
He heard the sound of someone running, he turned only to hear a splash and water fly into his face. He shook his head, his now soaked mane hanging to the side.
Fleur’s head popped out of the water, her mane covering her breast. She splashed Trenderhoof again. “Got you!”
The stallion shook off a second time and spat out some salt water that strayed into his mouth. “Ugh, yes. Yes, you did.”
Fleur swam towards shore and stood up, shaking off as much water as she could, her boobs bouncing against each other. She was twisting the water out of her tail when she saw Trenderhoof staring at her.She cocked her head at him. “What?”
Trend’s blush returned. He kept looking anywhere but her eyes. “Uh, you seem to have lost something.”
Fleur frowned and looked down, only to see her bare breast. Her bikini top was missing. She felt her face blush. He had been staring at me. She groaned, covered her boobs as best she could with her arms, and trotted further on shore, and plopped under a palm tree. “Great, now I have to send Ruby to buy me a new one.”
Trenderhoof trotted over and sat down beside her. He looked her over, drops of water continued to drip down her body landing in the sand. She had a blush spread across her face as she tried to reposition her arms to better cover her exposed breast, only giving Trend a glance at her firm nipples. He shrugged. “It’s okay, you look sexier without it.”
An audible smack was heard followed by a stinging on Trenderhoof’s cheek. He rubbed his cheek, a smirk growing on his face. “What? You’re naked most of the time I see you anyway!”
Smack
She covered her breast again. “That was only one time!”
He laughed and rubbed his other cheek. He lowered his eyes at Fleur, who was blushing furiously. “Feisty.”
Fleur was going in for another swing but her hand was held in mid-air by a glowing yellow aura. Trenderhoof shook his head. “Don’t be so mean to me.”
She felt Trend’s fingers run through her wet fur on her chest. He ran his hand over one of her breast then began to trace around the edge of her nipple. The mare bit her lip as he pinched her niple softly. Trenderhoof nuzzled her neck, letting his lips brush across her fur. He softly nipped at her sensitive skin causing Fleur to let out a muffled moan. He felt himself smirk as he released her hand from his magical grip. So that’s what you like.
Fleur wrapped her arms around Trend’s neck, holding onto him tightly. Trenderhoof leans over the mare and kisses her, cherishing the feeling of her soft lips on his. He leans up and gives her left breast a firm squeeze causing her to moan. He smiles and sits on top of her stomach, digging his hands into the sand.
Fleur waits for a moment, assuming some new feeling of pleasure will overwhelm her. Her nipples were firm and could feel the wetness growing. She tries to settle her breathing and looks up at Trend with an annoyed sigh. “What are you doing?”
Trenderhoof shrugs. “Enjoying sitting on your cute tummy, why?”
The mare rolled her eyes. “I thought you wanted to, you know, do stuff. I’m kind of…”
Trend Raised his eyebrow. “Kind of what?”
Fleur felt herself blush and look up at Trend. “Um, in a good mood, I suppose.”
The stallion rubbed his chin then smirked. “Well, if you’re in such a good mood why don’t you take care of it yourself?”
Fleur felt her blush grow across her face. “F-fine.” She brought her hands up to her breast and squeezed them gently. They’re so soft. They could barely fit into her hands as she continued to squeeze them. She traced a circle around her nipples before she pinched them lightly, making them grow stiff again.
Trend laid his hands of Fleur’s and squeezed hard, guessing Fleur to moan loudly. He held her hands in his and put them over her head as he leaned down. He nuzzled her breasts with his muzzle, kissing them softly.
Fleur’s body felt hot as Trend continued to explore it with his hands. He rubbed down her back and grasped her ass. She rested her head on his shoulder and moaned as he squeezed it. She threw her arms around his neck and held on to him tight as she felt in between her thighs grow moist.
Trenderhoof let one of his hands trail down her chest and trace the top of her bikini bottom. He placed his hand over Fleur’s clit and pressed down causing her to gasp. He brought his lips to hers, their tongues wrestled each other as her slowly stroked his hand up and down her covered marehood.
Fleur closed her eyes and laid her head back on the sand, letting Trenderhoof’s touch overwhelm her. “Please.”
Trenderhoof leans up and kisses Fleur’s neck. “Please, what?”
Fleur groaned and looked up at the stallion. “Please, let me mount you.”
Trend flips over onto his back, resting in the hot sand, his cock erected towards the sky. He taps his hand on his pelvis.
She leans over and pushes herself up against him, into a sitting position, and then lines his cock up with her entrance. “Pushing his head back inside, and then rearing up. “You belong in here.”
She starts to ride up and down, hesitant strides turning into longer ones. He grabs onto her waist, and he takes a more active role. He presses up against Fleur’s walls with a force, as she’s too tight to accommodate how thick he is. Another girl might consider them mismatched lovers, what with his thick cock and her necessarily petite, taut options, but she isn’t a quitter.
She wonders why she keeps acquiescing to these requests from old crushes, aside from just her good nature and her desire to keep her partners satisfied in all the ways she can. Here she is, bouncing up and down on another stiff cock in her marehood, when she could have just stuck to her photoshoot and ignored it. Of course, while she doesn’t like to admit it, she knows the real reason why. She knows her body’s best feature, and she knows that she likes it when a guy goes crazy for it. Most of all, though, she knows that she likes the feeling of it disappearing inside her, over and over again, or she wouldn’t be able to stand how big this one was. Or sit on it, for that matter.
He has her stop for a second, which leaves them in the awkward position of having him inside of her while she sits on him, still, while he fumbles around in the sand for something, which amuses her. He comes back up with a cellphone in hand, and uses it to turn on an app. He clicks it a few more times, and starts playing one of her favorite songs. Without saying another word, they resume their pace.
She thinks that it’s a sweet, romantic gesture… until she notices what he’s using the bass beat for… and then she has to admit that it’s kind of hot. She admits that the position is nice change from her usual timberwolf style position (which is what stallion perhaps), she has to stimulate herself, and from any reverse position, she can’t watch her stallionfriend’s face while she’s coaxing it out of him. She also likes that he’s helping her do the work, which all in all, means that she’s enjoying it quite a bit. She can’t have the full sheet-ripping orgasms that’s her normal, but she feels herself building to something all the same.
Without thinking, she coos “right there…” to him a few times, and he responds by putting his hand underneath where she’s rubbing against him. Trend touching her clit sets her off, and she sighs through a small, satisfying one, constricting around him involuntarily in the middle of it.
He’s smugger than before. “You like it tight in your marehood, don’t you?” he says, reaching up to her face, and slipping a finger into her mouth. If it wasn’t for the fact that his cock was buried inside her, she’d give him a piece of her mind, but instead, she just smiles coyly. She doesn’t want him getting too full of himself, but a little riding high was good for anypony. In the past, a few stallions had played up the “you’re a little whore” angle too strongly, and she’d left them high and dry. Right now, though, she didn’t want to have a prideful temper tantrum, along the lines of standing up just as he’s about to finish, as if to say “I’m taking my peach and going home.”
Instead, seeing that he’s quickly approaching his limit, and is trying to stammer out that he’s about to finish, she has a different ending in mind. He dutifully has given her full, without hesitation or complaint, and so she’s more than willing to return the favor. At the height of his stroke, nearly slipping free, she sits down, or perhaps more accurately slides down, burying him in all the way, nearly sitting on his sack while he’s suddenly now pushing open twelve inches of her opening. Her soft weight is resting down on him, and while normally she’d be a bit self-conscious about it, in that state, with him lodged one of her most vulnerable places, she looks down on his face, covered in sweat and contorted in ecstasy, and has a quiet moment of triumph all to herself, the salt from the sea breeze wafting through her mane.
She squeezes herself around his base, and his eyes nearly roll up into his head. She enjoys knowing that with just a quick few squeezes, she could squeeze it out of him that simply. She considers saying “yes, I like it in my marehood. Don’t you?” but decides to save that for another time. Instead, she rears up, all of her weight supported on her big round tush, pressing it down on his stallionhood, and feigns concern. “What’s the matter?” Fleur says, shaking her hips and butt a bit, knowing that he’s in absolutely no position to answer. She stretches and turns to look back at where he’s penetrating her, and she can see that his cock is pulsing at the base.
Trend groans, and she can see it on his face a second before she can actually feel him erupt in he, a sudden impact, and then building pressure, as he fills her now-sticky walls with a desperate deluge of thick, teased-out sludge. She suddenly finds it difficult to breath, and she realizes that in his excitement, he’s squeezing her waist so tightly that she’s locked in place.
She feels a little twinge of embarrassment at his eagerness, and a little bit of pride, and more than a little bit of excitement. He pulls her down from her position on high, bringing her face close to his.
Fleur pulls her face away from him, and he kisses her muzzle in unconscious desire. “You want to kiss my face while you’re shooting in me?”
He grabs her by the nape of the neck and pulls her into a kiss that she barely fights before returning it in earnest. Still, his kiss is affectionate, and she can’t fault a stallion for wanting to think of her in that way while literally further in her than a thermometer. She wouldn’t let him see her blush, though.
When the twitching stops, and he’s filled her up as much as she can, to the point where she can feel it sloshing around, she kisses him again. “Did you like it?” she says, knowing that anypony would have a hard time giving him a better experience.
“When can we do it again?” he says, eyes lighting up, and she grabs his muzzle and shakes his head.
Fleur standing up, releasing herself from his grasp. As well as pulling her now dripping marehood off his cock. “Now you’ll have something to look forward to our next meeting” she says, eyes narrowing, and she can see his terror. “Maybe after my next tour.”
Trenderhoof starts shuffle out of nervousness “But… I thought… did you not like it?”
She sighs and chuckles. “I’m kidding. Yeah, I liked it… just don’t get any ideas. I only let gentlecolts fuck me.” Fleur looks at her old friend, he pats his hand on the sand next to him. She rolls her eyes and flops down next to him, the sand brushing against her bare fur.
“This is nice.” Trenderhoof says softly, taking Fleur’s hand in his, entwining their fingers together in the sand.
Fleur thinks to herself that she could get up and leave, she does have dinner with a few clients tonight and it looks tacky to arrive late but then again… Looking out at the crashing waves, lapping at the white sanded beach, the sun glistening on the water. She rests her head on his shoulder, “It is,” The business can wait. “Isn’t it?”
Author's Note
Digging through all the old stories and publishing the ones that never saw the light of day because why not? 
