Part 2: Aprons and Autographs

It seems so insane! I must have stayed up almost half the night, talking with Jet about my fame here in Equestria. It's only now that I'm truly coming to grips with how different our cultures really are. Most ponies have never even heard of James Bond, yet for some reason a cheap French porn movie has become the hottest thing since sliced bread. It didn't even get an international release back home.

On Earth this kind of film is considered something dirty. Even though enough people will buy it, nobody will admit to that. It's not usually something we, as humans, are comfortable discussing openly.

For ponies on the other hand, love is an all-encompassing concept, and that obviously includes physical love. So they don't see a reason to treat this any differently than a cheesy romance, like Titanic for example, the best-selling movie in our world.

It's not even just the adults. Apparently there's a cut version out there that removes all the graphic scenes, so even fillies and colts know who I am! It does make a weird kind of sense. When you cut out all the sex scenes, what you're left with is maybe a twenty-minute simplistic plot that involves some cuddling. Of course that would appeal to children.

I actually had to ask Jetstream to pinch me at one point, when he told me that my fame had exploded far beyond the original movie. There's merchandise of me. I'm an action figure! When you squeeze it, its breasts swell. It even comes with interchangeable maid outfits in different colors.

While I had a hard time coming to grips with my new-found celebrity status, he couldn't believe that nobody on Earth was aware of that fact. Surely somebody would have reported that back to me by now. I do have a theory about that. The world leaders may just have a hard time swallowing the fact that the most famous human in Equestria right now is actually a porn actress. And they control the traffic on our side of the portal.

It's Saturday morning now, and while I still can't really wrap my head around it, I've decided to just accept it. It's kind of liberating in a sense. I'm used to hiding that part of me around others. But here I can just be myself, because everypony already knows, and they don't seem to think any less of me for it.

I haven't lost sight of why I originally came here, though. I made a trip down to the hotel bakery earlier. I think the vendor even recognized me. He absolutely refused to take payment for what I bought, insisting that it was a gift. For the rest I just ordered room service.

I'm just about done setting the table, when Shadow Spell emerges from his room, already dressed in black pants and a matching shirt.

“Good morning,” I greet him with a bright smile.

He takes one look and then swallows hard.

“In the spirit of cultural exchange, I've prepared le petit déjeuner, a traditional French breakfast.” I start pointing out the dishes. “We've got croissants and baguette bread with an assortment of jams. French toast, which wasn't really invented in France, believe it or not. Yoghurt with fresh fruit and of course freshly brewed coffee.”

Of course the thing that has him stumped, is not the table. I've decided to recreate the breakfast scene from my movie, in which I'm wearing nothing but a pink, frilly apron while serving some guests in my master's mansion. If ponies like it so much, I might as well give them a bit of a treat, right?

Shadow Spell moves closer and stops right in front of me, looking deeply into my eyes. I could gaze into those golden eyes all day. He really is handsome, and I can feel my heart starting to beat just a little bit faster.

“Ms. LeBlanc,” he says.

“Yes?” I respond breathlessly.

“I don't usually eat a big breakfast, so I'll just have that coffee.”

I blink a few times while that registers on my mind. “Oh, sure.” I pour him a mug and hand it to him. “Here you go.”

He opens his mouth slightly, as if he was gonna say something else, but then seems to think better of it. Instead he says: “I have some paper work to catch up on. Thanks for the coffee.” With that he turns around and goes back to his room, not even giving me a second glance.

. . .

Well, that wasn't how the scene played out in the movie. That's for sure. Then again, this is real life. Wondering whether I've done something wrong, I can only stand here and look forlornly at the closed door with a sigh.

I can hear another door open and Jetstream's yawn. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” I reply half-heartedly. There's a bit of a pause, and then I can hear an odd sound coming from his direction.

Poof!

I look over at him. He's still in his pajamas, simply standing there with wide eyes. His wings are standing standing on end, though. Huh. Seems like at least one of them appreciates my efforts. “My, lieutenant. Is that the fabled wing-boner I've heard so much about?” I ask slyly.

He gives me a sheepish laugh. “I guess you won't believe me, if I said they were always like this in the morning?”

I begin to chuckle, turning around slowly to give him a good view. “Breakfast at Julie's is served.”

“Yeah.” He sits down at the table while I pour a cup of coffee for him as well. He's not even taking his eyes off me as he fumbles around for a croissant.

It's really nice. He's so plainly honest and uncomplicated. He doesn't try to be a mystery, unlike a certain other stallion. I lean against the edge of the table. “Say, Jet. You've known Shadow Spell for a long time, right?”

“Uh-huh,” he replies while picking up the salt shaker without looking and dumping some into his coffee.

“How does he feel about humans? I get the impression that he doesn't like me very much.”

“Oh, I wouldn't say that. He doesn't have a problem with humans.”

“So it must be me then,” I conclude sadly.

“Please don't say that,” he disagrees immediately. “Shadow is just a difficult guy to get to know. Even I can't tell what he's thinking half the time.”

Hm, can't win them all, I guess. At least Jet has warmed up to me pretty easily, and he's getting warmer by the minute, hovering with one hand over my thigh. “Julie. May I touch your skin?”

Coming from anyone else, that would have sounded phenomenally creepy, but for some reason I don't mind at all with him. “Go ahead.”

“It's so smooth,” he comments in an almost child-like wonder as he runs his hand up and down my thigh. I suppose mares feel a lot different, considering they have a coat.

To be honest, it's an interesting experience for me as well. I can feel the small hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “Say, do stallions consider human women attractive?”

“I've never met one who didn't. Exotic beauty is the word most would use, I guess. Your fans definitely consider you attractive, myself included.” This can't just be the pheromones at work then, if stallions consider me attractive from the movie alone.

But maybe Jetstream is affected by it. He's certainly increasing the amount of surface area he's exploring. Getting so much attention from him, it makes me a little frisky. “Hey, Jet. If I said right now that you could do anything you want with my body, what would it be?”

His hand movement stops suddenly. “I'd ask you to drop the top of that apron, so I could put my meat flute between those lovely melons while you whistle a little song on the tip of it.” Wow, he actually said that with a perfectly straight face. That's gotta be the weirdest combination of euphemisms I've ever heard in my life.

“Alright,” I say simply and stand up, reaching behind me to loosen the bow at the back of my neck. I fold the top of the apron down, revealing my breasts to him.

He also stands up and swallows hard. “R-really?”

“Anything for my loyal fans,” I reply with a smile and get on my knees, slowly pulling down his pants in the process. Taking his shaft into both hands, I take a moment to admire it while Jet shudders at my touch. It's so big. I can't even wrap my fingers around it completely. The entire look and shape is so much different from a man's. Yet it's exciting me all the more.

“Julie. You asked me whether stallions consider you attractive. What about the other way around?”

“If I didn't before, then I definitely do now.” Sticking out my tongue, I run it along his pride from the base all the way to the tip, feeling the veins along it as I do so. Then I gather some saliva in my mouth and spit on it, rubbing it all over the shaft with my hands to get it good and lubricated.

“Ngh.” That gets me a moan from him. Looks like he's gotten really hard.

Moving a little closer, I wrap my breasts around the shaft, pressing them together with my hands. As I look up at him, I begin to slide my upper body up and down slowly. “You like that?”

He's breathing really hard, so he simply responds with a nod for now, enjoying the feeling as I speed up the movement more and more. He traces his index finger along my cheek and chin, before putting it on my lower lip. I circle it with my tongue, before lightly sucking on it. “I hope you haven't forgotten about that song.”

I look at him with heavily lidded eyes. I've actually practiced that look in the mirror. It never fails to get a rise out of men, and seemingly stallions as well, judging from his facial expression. “You know how to whistle, don't you, Jet? You just put your lips together and blow,” I tell him, before I wrap my lips around the tip and begin to suck on it. Great, now I'm using these weird euphemisms.

“Oh, fuck yes!” He puts his hand on top of my head, pushing it down gently, thus causing me to take in more of it. “Play it, Julie. Play the song again.”

His breathing is growing more and more erratic, and I can feel his hips starting to thrust every time he pushes my head down, wanting me to take it even deeper. I like to think of myself as skilled, but even I'm surprised at how quickly he's increasing the pace.

“Wanna take the reins?” I ask, after moving my head back a little.

He nods, so I lie down on my back. Straddling my stomach, Jet puts his member between my mounds again, but takes some time to get a good feel for them, moving them around with the palms of his hands.

“Ah!” He takes me by surprise, when he suddenly pinches one of my nipples.

With a grin, he pushes against them from the sides to get just the right amount of pressure to give him the full pleasure. Then he starts thrusting his hips vigorously. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, so the tip will brush against it at the end of every stroke.

He's really going all out, and there's a bit of a wild glint in his eyes. He even starts snorting in between breaths every now and then. Right now he seems a lot more like an animal. Maybe that's the effect of the pheromones. Sam said that I would 'drive them wild.' This must be what she meant. It really feels like I'm being mounted by a stallion right now.

But as I keep looking into his eyes, I can tell that Jetstream is still in there, still that same goofy, blabbering, but ultimately well-meaning person, and that makes me feel safe. I can actually feel his dick throbbing now. He must be getting close.

With a growl, he throws back his head and, with one final thrust, releases his seed in several large spurts. I keep my mouth open as it splatters across my face. It's so hot, and much thicker and smellier than human cum.

It takes him a while to catch his breath afterwards. In the meantime, I move the sticky substance around in my mouth. Since this is the first time I've tasted a stallion, I really want to explore the taste and texture. It's actually not bad, certainly not any worse than that of a human. Curiosity overcoming me, I actually swallow the load in my mouth.

There's still plenty covering my face and breasts. I think some is clinging to my hair as well. “Sorry,” Jetstream says with a sheepish expression, also realizing the mess. “I don't think I've ever released that much of my baby batter at once.”

“It's fine,” I tell him. “I love the smell of cum in the morning.”

* * *

While I took a much needed shower, Jetstream went down to the hotel pool for some exercise. I actually wouldn't have minded doing a little more of the other kind of exercise with him, but he did look pretty drained, after blowing that huge load.

After getting dressed, I'm at a bit of a loss of what to do now. “Well, I'm dressed as a maid,” I tell myself. “Might as well do some maid stuff.”

I decide to make one last attempt at getting to know Shadow Spell a little better. So with a sliver tray in hand, I stand in front of his room and rap on the door.

“One moment please.” His voice is coming through pretty clearly. Makes me wonder whether or not he heard what Jet and I were up to in the living area earlier as I wait. “Come in,” he says finally.

Opening the door, I see him sitting at the desk that's part of the room interior. There's a laptop on it, although I can't tell what he's working on, since he's half closed it. The shades are drawn, so the room is pretty dark.

“How can I help you, Ms. LeBlanc?” he asks.

“You know, it's fine to just call me Julie,” I tell him in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“I'll try to remember that, … Julie.” Alright. Progress.

Holding the tray in front of me, I say: “I made some fresh coffee. There's also some croissants left, in case you change your mind and want to have a bite after all.”

“That's very thoughtful of you, Julie. Thank you. Just put it down there.”

Placing the tray on the desk, I spot some brown files. Is that what he's working on? It's even got a red stamp on it that says 'Top Secret' and everything.

“Was there anything else?”

“Uhm, not really.” Awkward pause. Can't I get through one conversation with this guy without having one of those? “Are you gonna be working all day? I was hoping the three of us could have lunch together at the hotel restaurant.”

“Probably,” he says. “Sometimes a license to kill is just a hassle. Not that I've ever had to kill anyone, but I still gotta file all the proper papers. I normally eat while I work. So I'll just order room service. But you and Jet enjoy yourselves.”

He moves to unfold his laptop again, but gives me a meaningful glance, before actually proceeding.

“Right. I'll just leave you to it then. I'm sure all of Equestria appreciates your hard work and dedication.” Turning on my heel, I march out of his room. After closing the door behind me, I bang my forehead lightly against the wall. Talking to this guy is so awkward, so why do I even try so much?

Oh, well. I gave it my best shot. With nothing better to do, I spot some magazines on the coffee table near the fireplace and decide to have a peek at what's hot in Canterlot right now. Picking up the first one, it's like I'm looking in a mirror. Foxxy Julie – Secrets Revealed! “Right, I forgot,” I mumble to myself. “I'm hot right now.”

I don't really feel like reading an editorial about myself. I came here to learn more about Equestria and its inhabitants after all. I raise my eyebrow at the next magazine. 20 Ways to please your stallion in bed! Oh, well. Better than nothing, I suppose.

I grab the magazine and lay down on the sofa. It's actually pretty interesting. Obviously the same tricks that work on humans will do just fine. But there's a few things about ponies that are new to me, particularly concerning unicorns.

After being about halfway through the magazine, I can feel someone staring at me from above. Putting my reading material aside, I realize that Jetstream is peering down at me, while leaning over the backrest of the sofa. Didn't even hear him come in.

“Jet? You have an expression on your face like the kid who stole the last piece of candy.”

“That obvious?” he replies, scratching his cheek. “Look, it's not the end of the world, but I may have made a bit of a blunder.”

“Shocking,” I give him my dry reply. "So what is it?"

“Well, you see. I went to the pool and then I went to the gym for a bit. I met a few people, and we got talking. You know, the usual stuff. I kinda let it slip that I know you.” So he was bragging. Why do I have a sudden mental image of him running through the streets of Canterlot, holding up a big sign over his head that reads 'I got to titty-fuck a famous movie star'? “Well, they asked me, if I could hook them up with some autographs. Would you mind?”

Autographs? Nobody has ever asked me for an autograph before. “Alright, I guess. Anything for my fans, right?”

He turns around and says in a loud voice: “She said 'yes,' guys!”

The cheer that erupts from around the door kinda makes me not want to take a look, but I peer over the edge of the couch anyway. “Jet, you and I need to have a serious talk about your definition of a few people.”

For the next two hours our living area turns into an impromptu autograph session, as I sit at the table. No matter how many I sign, there are still ponies lining up outside to see me.

Of course I don't have any pre-printed cards, so they just bring me stuff to sign. For the most part they're actually stills taken from the movie, and the graphical kind at that. I didn't know that it was possible to get tired of seeing your own naked body.

I try my best to make a little time with everypony. Some want to take a photo with me, others shake my hand or ask me some question. A few are actually asking for a kiss, so I humor them with a peck on the cheek. It's not just stallions either. There's actually a surprising amount of mares among them.

A unicorn mare with a grey coat and a white and purple mane asks me, after getting her autograph. “I was hoping you could answer a question that my daughter and I have been arguing about. After the events of Act 5, does Richie get together with your character or with Christie? Because I'm saying he's in love with Julie, who was his childhood sweetheart from way back. But my daughter thinks that as he's the heir to the estate, Christie is the logical choice, because she's really an aristocrat herself and only playing the part of a maid for fun.”

Geez, how do these ponies come up with those kinds of questions? Did that movie really have so much substance to it? “Either interpretation would be valid, I suppose. That scene wasn't actually scripted. The director just liked our chemistry on screen so much that he wanted to shoot an extra threesome with us. We basically ad-libbed the entire thing about the love triangle. Personally I'd like to think that he married Christie, but Julie remained his mistress, so all three got their happily-ever-after in a way.”

Her eyes are actually sparkling. “You came up with that by yourself? You're even more amazing than I thought. You know, I'm a writer. Perhaps you would like to take a look at the screenplay I wrote? The female lead would be perfect for you.”

Before I can respond to that, Jet, who is standing behind me, hands her a business card. “Hi, I'm Jetstream, Ms. LeBlanc's manager. All offers for new roles have to go through me. Why don't you call me on Monday, and we'll discuss your story idea over lunch or something?” So apparently I have a manager now. That would have been nice to know in advance.

“Thank you. I certainly will,” she responds happily.

“Are you actually gonna read her script, or are you just using my fame to hook up with mares?” I ask him, after she's out of ear-shot.

“Am I that much of an open book to you? And why not both?” he responds with a wide grin.

“Because she's old enough to be your mother?”

“Yeah, but did you see her? That was one seriously hot MILF.”

“Hm, remind me to introduce you to Lisa Ann, if I get the chance. You two would probably get along great.”

* * *

I do appreciate having met so many ponies that are so open about liking my work. But today was just exhausting. I may have poked a little fun at Jet, but he really did a great job as my 'manager' for the day by keeping everypony in line.

Secretly I'm even starting to wonder, if he hadn't planned this from the start. He did get very passionate last night, when he realized that I've never seen a single royalty check for the stuff being sold here in Equestria. So it's possible that he came up with this in order to show me how much I'm appreciated around here. He's really a good guy, once you look past his outward flaws. And he's so easy to get along with. It's only been a day, but it feels like I've known him forever.

As easy as Jetstream is to figure out, though, Shadow Spell remains a total mystery to me. Because of the Julie LeBlanc fan convention in our living room, Jet and I never got around to having lunch at the restaurant and ended up ordering a quick meal via room service. We've decided to go out for dinner instead, since I really want to try some genuine Equestrian cuisine.

Jet's gone down to the reception to make our reservation. I've changed into my red summer dress again. I wouldn't want to cause a scene and make trouble for the staff by going in my maid costume. It'd probably turn into another Julie-Con. I look at Shadow Spell's closed door. Maybe he's finally done with his work? It would be wrong not to invite him, even if I end up getting the awkward treatment again.

I knock, but there's no answer. Maybe he didn't hear? I knock again, still no answer. He could at least respond. Then again, there might be something wrong. … It's alright. I'm just gonna check. So I open the door a crack and peer in.

There he is. He's sitting on the bed now, with the laptop in front of him. “Shadow Spell?” As my eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, I can finally make out the reason why he's not responding. He's wearing headphones. Maybe he's listening to some music while he works?

I enter the room and move slightly to the side. “Oh, my.” What I see, makes me freeze on the spot instantly and sends a blush up my cheeks. He's working, alright. Working the shaft, that is.

Talk about catching someone with their pants down. The secret agent is masturbating while watching a dirty movie, and not just any dirty movie. My dirty movie. I should probably just back up and leave while he hasn't seen me yet.

But it finally feels like luck has given me the upper hand. This time he's gonna be the embarrassed one. With much mischief in mind, I sneak up slowly behind him. He doesn't notice that I've dropped onto the bed and am slowly approaching him like a cat on the prowl.

“Gotcha!” I shout triumphantly as I hug him from behind, clasping my hands together in front of his chest. Due to the jerky movement, the headphone plug pops right out of the computer, and suddenly the room is filled with my voice. Only it's not coming from me, it's coming from the laptop's internal speakers. “Ahh! Yes, master! Fuck me hard!”

He's totally frozen in shock, and I remove the headphones from his ears, letting them simply hang from his neck. Moving my lips close to his left ear, I begin to whisper. “Not bad, Secret Agent Shadow Spell. You really had me fooled. I totally thought that you didn't care about my movie, or me for that matter.”

He swallows hard. “Ms. LeBlanc …”

“We're back to Ms. LeBlanc now? I thought I told you to call me Julie. But Foxxy works, if you'd prefer that,” I tell him with a smirk.

“Julie … I apologize. For me to do this while you're right next door. It's just that I've never met a movie star before today, so I had no idea how to approach you.”

“Hm, well I've never been a movie star before today. So the way I see it, we're both in the same boat.” I press in closer. He must be feeling my breasts squished against his back. I lightly blow on his ear, which makes him shudder. “It's such a waste, though, for you to be sitting here all alone in the dark, doing this by yourself.”

The movie is still running, my virtual self getting taken from behind by the master of the estate. “Master, wait, that's my ass.”

“Is that your favorite scene?”

He nods wordlessly.

Reaching around him, I touch his tip with my index finger, which makes him draw in his breath sharply. Then I begin to draw circles around it with my finger. “Tell me, how many times have you jerked off to my movie in the past? How many times have you envisioned yourself being there instead of my acting partner, wishing that this beautiful stallion cock was the one railing my ass and pussy?” I'm really in a teasing mood right now.

“Too many times to count?” I can actually feel him blush, rather than actually see it.

“Hm, points for honesty,” I say, wrapping my hand around his shaft and starting to pump it slowly.

“Ngh, Julie?” He seems pretty confused by my aggressive approach.

“Here's the deal, Mr. 'I-Have-Paper-Work-To-Do,'” I tell him, pointing at the screen with my other hand. I'm fairly sure that there's about six minutes left in that scene. That should be plenty of time. “If I can make you cum before this scene ends, you're coming to dinner with Jet and me. No excuses.”

He certainly didn't expect that. But he finally gets around to asking the obvious question. “And if you can't?”

“Then you can order room service again, and I'll let you eat off my naked body,” I tell him confidently.

“Alright,” he says, regaining his cool attitude somewhat. “I have to warn you, though. I was trained to withstand torture of the severest kind. My mind is a rock.”

“Torture?” I purr. “That's not really what I had in mind. Quite the opposite in fact.”

“You'd better get started then. By my estimate you've got around 4 minutes 23 seconds left, before the fade to black.”

4:23? How'd he arrive at that number? There's no time indicator on the screen right now. Don't tell me he's got the scene memorized frame by frame?

As I begin to speed up my hand movements, I put what I learned from that magazine earlier into practice, starting off with kissing his neck a few times and then running my tongue along his ear.

“Mmh.” Once again he shudders in response. Looks like it's working as I blow my breath along the tufts. Pony ears have a larger surface than a human's, so they're also more sensitive.

I can feel him throb in my hand. “You're already close to your limit. How long have you been masturbating, before I came in? At least since the scene started, I bet.”

“Ah, do it harder, master!” Having the movie play, actually provides an extra visual and auditory stimulus for Shadow.

He's persistent, though. I'll give him that. Despite the precum leaking out from his tip, he's keeping himself in check. That idea about using me for a dinner plate must be really motivating him. However, I still have my secret weapon.

I cup his glans with my right hand, spreading the clear, sticky fluid between my fingers. Then I move it up to his horn, starting to run my hand along that rather than his cock. My left hand reaches around to grab his shaft again, almost seamlessly taking over the pumping action.

“Gah!” His breathing has become more erratic. A unicorn's horn is almost as sensitive as the real thing, so he won't last long under my double assault.

“How is it?” I ask. “Enjoy that? I bet most mares can only do one at a time properly, because they'll only use their dominant hand. But before I moved onto the screen, I was the best fluffer in the business. I was able to easily get three guys ready at once, by using both hands and my mouth.”

There's actually tiny sparks coming out of his horn. It won't take long now. I give his ear one final nibble, before repositioning. While the me on the screen kneels down to receive the cumshot from her partner, I speed up my hand-job to the max. At the same time I run my tongue along his horn.

“Yes, master. Give me your cum. I want it all over my face,” movie Julie begs with glistening eyes.

Time to deliver the coup de grâce. Waiting for another magic surge, I pinch the tip of his horn between my thumb and index finger. “Kuh!?” He gasps. I only hold it for a second, but that's more than enough.

As I let go, the entire horn lights up and releases something that looks like a small firework. Even as my on-screen double gets drenched in cum, Shadow erupts violently, shooting out his seed all over the screen of his laptop.

While he's catching his breath, I watch myself lick up the cum in the movie with a happy expression. I keep pumping Shadow's shaft slowly, to get out the last few drops. “Oh, thank you, master. I love your thick, smelly semen.”

I made it with about twenty seconds to spare. There's some of Shadow's sperm left on my fingers, and I can't resist licking it off and swallowing it right next to his face while the screen fades to black. “Tasty,” I say, smacking my lips. “Better get cleaned up and dressed. Jet's getting us a table for eight o'clock.”

Author's Note

Do you guys remember the birthday parties from your childhood? There were always some type of games, right? Pin the tail on the donkey or something like that.

Well, since this is a birthday present, let's play a game! There's a total of seven movie references in this chapter, either referring to the titles directly or using a slightly altered quote from it. If you find one, point it out in the comments with the name of the movie it's from. First to point out all seven gets a virtual cookie. (There's also two bonus references for you to spot, which aren't technically movie-related. One's about an actress rather than a movie and the other has to do with some of my earlier works. Let's see, if you can spot those as well.)

And stay tuned. Tatsu's birthday still isn't over yet! There's one more chapter plus the epilogue still coming!