It was never an easy feat to sneak by her kin every second Sunday of the month, but Madam Orange was used to it. She danced her way on her heels, right out of the front door, as the rest of her family slept. Well apart from her younger sister, whose window was still lit because the mare had to study for her college entrance exam. Madam smiled proudly at that fact, as a big black limousine entered the driveway of her farm home.

Fast Lane, her driver for two years now, opened the door quickly and Madam glided inside. As the engine began to hum silently, Fast Lane upped then speed and asked his employer: “I am sorry if I am crossing the line, but isn’t it time? She can’t be left in the dark forever.”

“I know Fast Lane, but I can’t burden her with my secrets while she is still in the middle of such a crossroad in her own life. But I promise you, she will know soon.” Madam replied in sobering tone.

“Very well. One more thing, I am not a fan of your client tonight, are you sure he deserves a night with you?”

“I appreciate your concern Fast, but don’t forget, I am a professional. He will have a good time, I will have a good time, and sis can pay her tuition fee.”

“I suppose. Sorry for the outburst, Madam.” Fast admitted, the reddish cheeks hidden behind his coat.

“It’s quite flattering sugarcube... I mean dear. Some habits are really hard to tone done, as you can hear.” she laughed nervously, before adjusting her voice, and practicing her pronunciation, as the pair drove into Manehatten.

A nervous stallion looked on into the starry sky. His mane was, as always, immaculate, his posture was snobbish and his clothes of the highest grade. Prince Blueblood was awaiting his date for the night, a mare so sought after that he came to Manehatten just to meet her. His upper class friends told him she was the partner for a classy and sexy evening. The Orange Madam was coming, and judging from the black limousine, this mare was no joke.

The usually assured prince gulped as a leg exited the car. The mere shape it made in the heeled shoe was arousing, and the rest of her feminine beauty did not disappoint either.

Her blond locks were made up in wonderfully wavy form, and her makeup gave her natural looks an added boost. The purple dress was also a work of art of its own merit, but with her wearing it, it was poetry in motion. Her toned abdomen did put the prince to shame a little, but her walk towards him eased his discomfort.

“Good evening, Prince. I am yours for the night.” she said in a distinct Canterlot accent, much to the prince’s enjoyment.

”Likewise, Madam Orange. I reserved us a seat, if you please.” Blueblood boasted, showing her towards the entrance.

“You are too kind, but I prefer my own section.” she respectfully declined, although her cleavage made it hard for the prince to comprehend.

“Section?”

“Why of course. Don’t worry, my prince, Madam is never a bad hostess.” Madam teased, flexing her own social muscles.

The pair entered the restaurant, and the head waiter quickly moved them to Madam’s private area. Blueblood was a bit annoyed he was not really the center of the staff's attention, but given his date for the night, he swallowed his pride a bit, which is quite the feat in itself.

Within minutes, the pair were enjoying Madam’s own table, fit for two. It did not take long for Blueblood to fall deep into her green eyes, as she fluttered her eyelashes ever so often in between his talking. Madam seemingly glided from humorous to lustful, twirling the poor stallion around her finger. The wine did not help his restraint either.

“So, Madam Orange, you heard everything about me... I’d like to know more about you. Surely that is not your real name.” Blueblood asked, as Madam danced her gloved hand under his chin.

“Oh I am sorry, my young prince, that is something I simply can not reveal. Besides, where is the lust without some mystique?” she retorted as the prince hung on her every word like on a leash.

She quickly went in for a kiss, and the prince became pudding in her arms. Her tongue danced inside, making him lose both his mind... And his load.

Madam only giggled as the prince sat there, exposed and frankly, pretty wet downstairs.

He tried to mumble his way to an explanation, but she only placed her finger on his lips and shushed Blueblood.

“Don’t worry, prince Blueblood, I am, as you probably know, a professional. Your little mishap is only known to me, and if you don’t tell, it will stay like that.” she reassured him, and the prince calmed down.

“You can get a clean pair from my waiter. Just say Madam Orange sent you.”

As the prince exited the room, the smile on her face vanished and she sighed.

“Jeez, some ponies.” she mumbled in a country slag manner.

After a little while, the prince did come back. The tux and jeans combo was rather unusual, but at least he did not look like a complete idiot.

“Thank you Madam.”

“All part of the service.”

“Funny you mention that. I was hoping for some more private time together.”

Madam only giggled and swung her head in a negative manner.

“As I told you before, only clients on my list can enjoy that treatment. Be nice, and maybe you will get onto that list.” she teased, as the prince sat back into his chair.

“... Alright. How can I say no to a face like that?”

“How indeed.” Madam teased, as she closed the gap between the two, much to the princes enjoyment.

The pair enjoyed their dinner together, as even prince Blueblood began to lose his self-absorbed bubble, seemingly feeling safe in her presence. Madam always had a great joke to tell, and her body was a sight to be seen.

Only some time after midnight did they leave the classy establishment, the owner waiting for Madam to finish her meal, hoping for an earlier meeting with the mare.

“I guess this means our night is over.” Blueblood said in a defeated fashion.

“It seems so. I hope you enjoyed my company.” Madam replied as she entered her limo.

“Will I see you again?”

“Maybe, if I find a night free.” she said and closed the door, as the limo drove into the night, leaving Blueblood in love, and with a lot less money on him.

The limo was fast, and only as it left Manehatan did the driver speak.

“To your home, Madam?”

“Yes, Fast Lane, please.” the orange mare replied as she drifted into sleep.

The fresh smell of apples woke Madam, a familiar farm greeting her in the dawn.

“Good luck Madam. I will see you next month.” Fast Lane replied as she exited his limo.

“You too Fast. Here, have a little bonus. You worked just as hard as me.” she smiled and gave the driver a hefty bag of bits from her purse.

“You are too kind, Madam.” Fast Lane thanked Madam, and drove off to his own home.

“Good to be back.” Madam smiled and placed removed her heels.

The mare tiptoed her way into the house, her heels in her hands, hoping for a unseen entrance like so many times before. She managed to get to her door, only for a familiar teenager to look at her perplexed as she opened her own door.

“...Sis?” the redhead asked in disbelief.

“Good morning Applebloom.” Applejack sighed, knowing the time was right for a very special private talk.

Author's Note

Yes, I did cheat the canon a little, but no need to worry. AJ did not become "Madam Orange" as a filly, you will get her side of the story soon enough.