The pegasi were true to their word and got me back safely to Rarity's in one piece and with enough time to shower up. Dressed the part for a night of fox hunting, I threw a jacket over my costume to make myself less conspicuous. Even at night, it’s best not to be too obvious, particularly when you’re a Gentleman trying to see a client in what amounts to hostile territory.

Typically these Gentleman For Mares affairs involve a date and some pleasant conversation. This was categorically not one of those affairs. My instructions were explicit: I was to show up between twenty-one hundred and twenty-two hundred hours and knock at the door. After identifying myself, she would then have the option to grant me entrance or turn me away. The latter does occur sometimes, but not very often. After drawing up such a list of demands it was doubtful my client would want to waste her money.

I made my way to her shop on the other end of town, travel bag containing the pony fun time harness and Rarity’s riding-whip in tow. There weren't very many ponies on the street, thankfully, and wearing mostly black made me less conspicuous. I did get a rather nasty look from a trio of earth ponies, a stallion and two mares, walking the other way as I neared my destination. They didn't say anything to me directly but began to speak quietly among themselves. I'd deal with whatever that was if it comes, but the first order of business was to not let them know which house I'm heading to and give my client any trouble. So I overshot my target and kept heading out to the edge of town until they disappeared from sight.

Doubling back and with fifteen minutes to spare before being 'late', I stood before the pastel-pink door of Roseluck's two-story wood and straw-built house and took a moment to get into the part. Having being trained from childhood to respect women, and not — well you know — drag them into my cave and having my way with them, I was understandably reluctant; overriding a lifetime of programming was not an easy task. I felt my face flush, and perspiration began to form on my forehead as my hand hovered inches from the solid wood frame. I checked the window and found there was a warm flickering light playing about the curtain coming from inside. Despite the inviting scene, I pictured myself walking through the gates of hell.

"God damn it, Richard, pull yourself together!" I imagined the sound of my old Military Training Instructor shouting. “You are going to get your ass in there and plow that pony ass until you've acquitted yourself as a Gentleman, you pus-nutted, no-load, dipshit asshole! Now get in there, and do your fucking job!"

I hung my head and began to breathe slowly and evenly, trying hard to bring myself under control. I'm just doing my job; I'm a Gentleman and this is my client. I just need to throw all that chivalry crap out the window for one night and do it. Steeling myself, I withdrew a vial of golden liquid from my bag and drank the contents, knowing it was likely going to be a long night.

*****

I knocked at the door. "Who... who is it?" said the uneasy voice on the other end, a voice that betrayed great excitement and anxiety in equal measure.

"It's Stuntman, may I come inside?" I cringed at the awkwardness of the situation as I struggled to bring myself into character.

I heard a small gasp and again I heard the mare's voice. "C-come in!" she managed, her voice audibly quavering. The moment at hand and hoof, I turned the knob and made my entrance...

The smell of musk and rose petals hit me immediately. The source of flickering light was now identifiable as candlelight from a dozen, old-fashioned wax candles which covered the living room table and illuminated the mare I'd been speaking to.

"You! You monster!" She proclaimed savagely even as she frantically pleasured herself, her eyes wide and glazed all at the same time.

The earth pony mare's yellow coat was clearly visible by the candlelight. Laid back in a dark, vinyl recliner she ravaged herself with her hoof. Her hot, dripping ecstasy falling to the petal-covered floor below. I made a show of unbuttoning my jacket and removing my shirt...

"Cornered at last my clever little pony! You won't be escaping fate by your own hoof I'm afraid..." I interrupted her handiwork taking her hoof in hand and licked it clean prompting a deep and stimulating moan. I looked into her big, green eyes and could now clearly make out the color of her mane, a solid streak of red flanked by streaks of pink. Her tail colors went the opposite way. The colors of roses, the scent of prey. The scene and smells were overwhelming and it was almost too much to take in.

I gave her my best war face baring my teeth in their full glory. She trembled in fear but her eyes flashed with defiance as she battled against it. I've seen the look so many times before I've lost count, but never in all of my life have I been so inspired by it. I gave her neck a long, wet lick and blew gently on it sending a chill down her spine. I planted kisses up the length of her beautiful neck and muzzle before plunging my tongue into her mouth into a sloppy kiss, her thick tongue viciously swiping at my pointy incisors, trying to feel their sharpness.

"You are a brave little pony, my dear Roseluck. I've looked forward to this day ever since I discovered you. I will give you the opportunity to flee and I will catch you again, and again, and again until you can go on no longer! I will watch you stagger through these woods until you fall. Then and only then will I grant you release!" I whispered into her ear.

"Murderer!" she gasped as I lifted her up from her seat.

Now standing bipedal on her recliner, she wrapped her hooves around my neck and I drew her into another kiss, this one much more controlled and sensual. I allowed both hands to roam freely down her svelte form, my index finger bisecting the coat of her exposed underbelly, my other hand exploring the shapely curves of her hips and rump. I teased her delicate flower still slick from her earlier fun until it began to weep anew. I'd take care of that in due time.

Breaking the kiss, I spun her facing away from me and placed her on the floor. This is why I lift weights every day, so I have the power to safely lift a one-hundred fifty pound pony, and save myself a back injury. "Run little pony!" I taunted playfully and gave her a taste of the whip, its tip cracking just an inch from her backside. She whinnied loudly and took off running into the next room leaving the sound of hoofbeats behind her. I looked around the room and found an unlit kerosene lantern which was probably how she lit her house normally. Quickly grabbing the harness from my travel bag and snuffing out the massive fire hazard she had going in her living room, I lit it up and gave pursuit.

*****

She wasn't difficult to find. A trail of musky scent and droplets of sweet nectar, led me to a room on the second floor filled with pictures of lilies. Throwing open the closet door, I scooped her up and put her on the bed facing the other way. She whimpered something that sounded like, "Lily's gonna kill me," whatever that means. I reached into my boot and pulled out a silk cloth to wrap around her tail. "Such a feral creature you are, my little pony! You clearly need to be broken!"

Turning my attention back to the harness, I carefully strapped her head and body in before latching the tail wrap at the top and bottom. Her marehood quivered, grasping for a member that wasn't there. I took notice of her cutie mark for the first time, a single red rose. "God, you're beautiful!" I let slip. I hoped she wouldn’t react negatively to my sudden break from character.

She moaned sweetly as she continued to spill out onto the bed. After lovingly licking the sweat from her dock, I made quick work of removing my remaining clothes. I glided the shaft of my manhood through the flow of nectar, "I could finish you now, but we're only getting started..."

I turned my attention to the round, puffy entrance beneath her tail and inserted the tip. Not every mare goes for anal — most don’t, in fact, but she’s specifically requested it here as well. She grunted and began to bite down, as I slowly drove myself into her deeper, the moaning and whimpering threatening to overwhelm me — the welcome heat and tightness adding to the intense stimulation. My legs began to turn to rubber and I felt I was close; quickening my pace, I felt the orgasm ripple all the way to my cuticles. She squealed as loud as she could with the bit in her mouth and came herself, covering my balls in her fragrance in hot, forceful spurts that ran down my front.

Reaching over her body, I took hold of the bridle attached to her muzzle and nipped at her ears. Not enough to hurt, but enough to let her know that it could if I wanted. "You're making good progress, but in your eyes you still resist me!"

She snorted loudly as if to confirm what I said and nickered defiantly.

"Shall we try it again little pony?" I said mischievously.

She nodded twice.

"Good girl." I teased her ears one final time before repositioning myself behind her. I took a moment to admire her rump, my hands gently caressing her hips. Though not a farmer, she was gifted with the strength and physique of the earth ponies and it showed with every curve. Her puckered entrance so recently entered, offered little resistance as I entered her again, slamming all the way in to the hilt. She squealed with even greater urgency than before as I hilted her with each thrust. Her whole body shook, and her legs struggled to maintain balance. Feeling her begin to give out, I grabbed her by the hips and continued to thrust myself inside of her with as much force as I could leverage — the wet slapping sound of my thrusting and her ever more heated moaning filling the room with an erotic song. After what could have been an hour or a day or a week for all I cared, she gave another muffled scream and I came inside her again.

I fell forward onto the bed and she toppled over next to me, her face a mask of euphoria as her barrel heaved from exertion, her coat gleaming with sweat. I worked as fast as I could to get the bridle off of her, but I wasn't my usual nimble self at the moment. Finally managing to extract the gear from her, I chucked it aside. "You are the finest prey I've ever hunted Roseluck, you have earned for yourself a place among the stars! I will give you the release you desire."

"Not if you can't catch me, demon!" She wobbled on her four unsteady legs and having steadied herself, shot me a wink and launched herself off the bed and out the door.

She didn't make it far; I tracked her to a closed door at the end of the hall. With the booster I drank pumping through me, I was ready for as many rounds as she had in her. I opened the door and saw her lying on her right side, her tail clutched in her forehooves. Her bed was decorated with rose petals; she'd clearly chosen this room to make her final stand.

"A-are you going to eat me now? Are you going to open me up and devour me piece by piece?" Roseluck continued to hold onto her tail for dear life.

I climbed into bed and took my place next to her. "If I did that Roseluck, then the hunt would end." I reached over and ran my fingers through her mane. I really didn't want it to end. I didn't want to play the game anymore, I just wanted her. "I will however give you the release I promised earlier." Her smile lit up the room. Taking her right forehoof in hand I kissed it. Lying supine, I invited her on top which she was only too happy to accept.

Positioning herself for cowgirl, I helped her line herself up, and for the second time that night I felt her wetness and heat overtake me. Unsure in her dominant position at first, she quickly adapted to her new found power as she slammed herself into me. Before too long I once again found myself on the brink. Tilting her forward, I pulled her into a wild kiss as I came inside her, the rush of cum sending her over the edge. From that point on we took turns on top and bottom, her seemingly insatiable lust finally subduing after four straight hours, and we drifted off to sleep.

*****

It was still dark when I awoke to Roseluck nuzzling and licking on my face. Seeing the sun hadn’t risen yet, that meant I still had time. "We’ve still got some time. Want another round, Rose?" I asked, the potion still lingering in my system, leaving me all primed and ready for another go.

"A tempting thought Stuntman, but it'll be light soon. I'm usually up around this time anyway to get my flowers prepared, so I was thinking I could make you breakfast."

Remembering how long ago Pinkie's pastries had been, I gladly accepted. We walked downstairs through the aftermath of the chase and back down to the kitchen.

Walking past the room with the lilies, Roseluck stopped and giggled into her hoof.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"That's my friend Lily's room you chased me into last night. She's going to freak out when she sees what we did to it! The smell will be in there forever!" My ravishing companion grinned evilly, rubbing her forehooves together.

Roseluck, you are one horrible pony. An irresistibly sexy, equine minion of darkness.

While she cooked the oatmeal and set the table, I got to work cleaning the living room. She told me she could take care of it, but knowing the level of hell she'd be facing when her friend Lily got home, I was feeling charitable. She told me not to worry about mopping, but I insisted on breaking out the mop and bucket and going to town.

Sitting at the table quietly eating our oatmeal Roseluck suddenly looked serious. We'd been laughing and joking for much of the morning, but she didn't even want to look at me now. "Stuntman... can I ask you something?"

"You already have, but you may ask me another question," I smartassed.

She punched me in the arm hard enough to make me wince. "Ow! Geez, sorry what was your question?"

"Do you think I'm crazy?" Her voice sank to a whisper, tears forming in her eyes.

"That's a fine question to ask after punching someone!" I rubbed my neglected arm for emphasis.

"I'm serious, Stuntman!" her face fell and her ears drooped.

I chewed on that for a second. "We're all a bit crazy I suppose, but you mean well. You do seem to have a real daredevil streak about you that's been held down for too long. Oh, and a pretty mean jab too."

"Some daredevil I am," she scoffed, "I paid for you to come here and scare me half to death." She hid her face in her hooves.

"Actually, I really admire what you did last night Rose,” I told her with a smile.

She snorted her skepticism into her hooves.

"No I'm serious! You did what a lot of folks go their whole lives avoiding: you stood up to yourself. I saw it in your eyes, Rose, saw how you were terrified but determined to see it through. Fear is a nemesis to be conquered, and you did it." I ran my fingers through her lovely mane.

She uncovered her face and looked me a look of relief spreading across her face. "You make getting rutted under the tail in your friend’s room sound so heroic," she said in a sardonic tone, to which I could only laugh.

Roseluck’s house was in good order by the time the sun rose once more over Ponyville. I knew Ever Ring was just over the horizon coming to spirit me away. Dressed for the trip back home, I withdrew a card from my pocket, signed my name and Gentleman ID number, and gave it to her. She was certainly worth a second visit if she wanted one, and a hefty discount! “If you want another good chase, just ask for Stuntman.”

“I think I’d like that.” Roseluck ran a hoof through her forelock absent-mindedly. “I guess this is goodbye for now. Maybe next time we could have a bite to eat before you... eat me.” She smiled bashfully.

I took her right forehoof in hand, and kissed it. “As you wish, my worthy prey..” I couldn’t resist going back into character for just a moment.

She blushed and giggled. “Goodbye, monster!”

“Farewell, little pony!” I put my helmet back on and gave her one last flash of teeth before stepping outside to Ever Ring’s chariot.

I’d never had an encounter so kinky in all of my life. Thinking back to my initial reluctance to set foot inside her house, and feeling like the creepiest man in all of Equestria; I couldn’t help but smile as I realized my own fears has been broken as surely as I’d broken hers. Stepping back into the chariot for the ride home, I couldn’t help but hope for another.

I love my job!

Author's Note

It's amazing how much better this chapter looks to me four months after writing it.