Chapters "A stallion then..." Moxxi's horn glows and a small notepad appears in front of her, jotting down a little note on the page. When she was finished she gave you another smile. "Quite a strapping stallion at that. Now tell me, young man, what exactly can we do for you? Or perhaps more accurately, who exactly can we do for you?"
"I want Princess Twilight Sparkle."
"I want Applejack."
"I want Fluttershy."
"I want Prince Shining Armor."
"A mare then..." Moxxi's horn glows and a small notepad appears in front of her, jotting down a little note on the page. When she was finished she gave you another smile. "Quite a beautiful mare at that. Now tell me, young lady, what exactly can we do for you? Or perhaps more accurately, who exactly can we do for you?"
"I want Princess Twilight Sparkle."
"I want Fluttershy."
"I want Prince Shining Armor."
"Yes, that is only natural. I know we must earn your trust with our honesty, after what my cousin did in Canterlot." Queen Moxxi nodded her acceptance. "Please, join me in the entertainment lounge and I can tell you our story." She leads you through the small palace, down the carpeted hallways and into a room smaller than the others, though far more cozy. A sparkling fireplace is the only light, casting its warm glow across a luxuriously thick carpet spotted with thick, cushy looking beanbag chairs.
The queen leads you toward a pair of chairs near the fireplace, gesturing for you to take one while she plops herself down across the other. A smaller changeling rushes in with a small tray, carrying two glasses of water and a small plate of crackers to set between you and the queen.
"Thank you, Skotch," Moxxi gives him an affectionate smile.
"You're welcome, Mistress." The little changeling bows to his queen, gives you a bright boyish smile, then turns to race from the room, leaving you alone.
"We've been in Las Pegasus for a few years now," Queen Moxxi launched into her story, swirling the liquid around in her glass with the magic from her horn. "We got here before Chrysalis made her move against the throne, but even back then I could never be entirely sure that ponies would be accepting of changelings living in a major pony city. We've always been viewed as parasites, feeding off of ponies." Moxxi took a small sip of her drink. "It's true of course, but that doesn't make us naturally malicious."
"I've always believed that our relationship could be more mutually beneficial than that. That we needn't manipulate and lie to you to get what we wanted, but that we could set up something that left us both... satisfied." Moxxi cackled under her breath, somehow managing to make even that sound sultry.
"Perhaps hiding our true nature for so long was my biggest mistake... once Princess Twilight Sparkle outed us I was afraid we were going to be run out of Equestria entirely, but somehow kind, open-minded ponies like you came to our aid, and continue to give us your business." Moxxi flashes you a warm genuine smile. "Your lust feeds my subjects and I, your fee goes to making the royal tax collectors happy, and we give everything we have to making your every desire come to life. As I said, mutually beneficial."
"So please believe me, little pony, when I say you can trust me. Tell me what other questions you have, and I will do everything I can to earn your trust. Or we could get to business, and earn your trust in your desires..."
"What about pregnancy? Or STD's?"
"How do you make the experiences feel real? Even the setting?"
"How can you mimic absolutely any pony? What about ones that aren't famous?"
"I still want to get to know you better."
"I'm ready to get down to business."
"More about me?" Queen Moxxi gives you a pleasantly surprised smile, placing one hoof against her chest. "Mmmh, well, I'm three hundred years old, I migrated out of Chrysalis' hive two hundred years ago, and I have two hundred and sixteen children living here with me." No sooner does she sip down the last of her water than the little changeling from before returns to fill both of your glasses to the brim. "This is Skotch, my first child and eventual successor."
"Not for a long time, Mistress." Skotch gives her a worried look. "Skotch doesn't like it when you talk like that..."
Moxxi chuckles and runs a hoof affectionately over the top of his head. "Thank you, Skotch, but I have no plans to go anywhere for a long time." A relieved smile spreads across the smaller changeling's face as he turns to leave.
Moxxi turns her eyes back toward you with a mischievous twinkle. "Do you have a problem with MILFs?" She chuckles. "This may make me sound shallow by pony standards, but I really do enjoy mating more than anything else... with magic coming in a close second. There was one particular magician who came to town recently who was quite the showpony. The spells were simplistic, but the show was a true spectacle."
Letting the glass sit on the carpet beside her, Moxxi stretches out on her back across the beanbag chair, letting her head almost touch the carpet. "I don't know why you're so interested in me, but it's kind of nice having somepony to just talk to. If you have any more questions feel free to ask away. Or we can get down to business any time, of course."
"Are ponies the only thing you can turn into?"
"Do changelings fart?"
"Do you ever get lonely?"
"Can I have sex with you?"
"I'm ready to get down to business."
"Ah yes, Princess Twilight herself." Moxxi gives you a grin and a soft chuckle. "Even speaking of a princess in such a manner is such blasphemy, yet you'd be shocked how many ponies ask for that very thing."
Moxxi leans slightly toward you. "So tell me, what would you do to her?"
"I want to go on a honeymoon with her."
"Ah yes, Princess Twilight herself." Moxxi gives you a grin and a soft chuckle. "Even speaking of a princess in such a manner is such blasphemy, yet you'd be shocked how many ponies ask for that very thing. I'm not sure if she's into mares, to be honest... but I assure you that in the walls of this building that really doesn't matter." Moxxi flashed you a wicked grin. "Princess Twilight is anything you want her to be."
Moxxi leans slightly toward you. "So tell me, what would you do to her?"
"I want to go on a honeymoon with her."
"... Uh... yes."
"Are ponies the only thing you can turn into?"
"Do you ever get lonely?"
"Can I have sex with you?"
"I'm ready to get down to business."
Moxxi laughs and waves one hoof as if you just offered her a bowl of soup. "I certainly wouldn't object to the notion, maybe we'll even get around to it some time, but for now there's a business to be run and children to take care of. I always try to be hooves-on with our guests, helps them come to see that they don't need to fear us, but I don't always have the freedom to be as hooves-on as I would like to be."
Moxxi fixes you with a wide, almost seductive smile. "Perhaps if you stick around long enough, someday I'll find the time to give you my full attention. For now I'm afraid Skotch and the other changelings will have to service you."
"Are ponies the only thing you can turn into?"
"Do changelings fart?"
"Do you ever get lonely?"
"I'm ready to get down to business."
Moxxi claps her hooves together with a light, airy laugh. "Oh my goodness isn't that the most precious request I've ever heard? A honeymoon? That is so adorable I don't think any creature in Equestria could say no." Her laughter settled into a bright smile as she clapped her forehooves together one more time, summoning a smaller changeling into the room with them. "Skotch, please present this fine stallion with a honeymoon. And make it a nice and tender one..."
The honeymoon suite is one of the most lavishly decorated you have ever seen in your life. The thick cushions have the consistency of clouds, and the bed, decorated in red and gold silk and satin, is almost thicker than you are tall. The room is lit only by carefully placed candles in sconces on the walls. None of that really seems to matter, with the deep violet alicorn lying in your forehooves as you struggle to carry her over the threshold into your room. Who came up with this tradition anyway? You're not even bipedal.
"Are you having a little trouble there?" Twilight Sparkle gives you a bemused look as you stumble forward on your hindhooves. Your hoof catches on the hem of her dress as you lurch forward, sending you both collapsing to the blissfully soft carpet. As soft as the carpet is, the body of the alicorn princess is somehow even softer, despite the great strength you know lurks inside that body.
You look up to make sure she's okay, but Twilight is only laughing into one hoof, as the other idly brushes a wrinkle out of the sleeve of your tux. "Sorry, I don't mean to laugh. If you were going to have that much trouble you didn't have to carry me." With a gentle touch Twilight pushes you off of her body and climbs to her hooves in front of you. "Heck, to be honest, I could have carried you over the threshold... gotten that tux off in a hurry."
With a giggle Twilight turns to trot quickly back toward the bed, the back hem of her wedding dress flaring up above her tail as she goes. Quickly you give chase, catching her just as she begins to climb up onto the mattress and pressing your thick barrel against her back, pinning her between you and the bed. You hear a soft cooing noise from her lips as you bring your hooves up to tug at the strings around her neck, loosening the dress.
Your hooves tug at the dress, loosening it enough to tug it backwards across Twilight Sparkle's back. It truly is amazing how different it feels to see a pony walking around naked, and to strip them yourself. You've seen Twilight's back a thousand times before but here, now, in the soft light of the candles with that cooing purr coming from her throat, you can barely contain the growing erection, and the urge to mount her right then.
Twilight's beautiful wedding dress drops to the floor like so much forgotten garbage, and your tux follows only moments behind. Your hooves are stroking her fur now as your chest presses against her back, pressing her body up against the side of the bed.
"Oohhh... yes..." Twilight moans softly deep in her throat. "Your hooves are so amazing..."
As you stroke her body, one hoof slides down her stomach, probing itself up between her hindlegs from the front. You can feel her breath catch in her throat, and a shudder run through her body as your hoof strokes up and down her femininity, feeling the moisture against your wrist.
As if by instinct, Twilight Sparkle's hips begin to grind slowly down against your hoof, which only presses harder into the lips of her rapidly moistening slit. Without moving your hoof away you bring your erection forward, pressing it up against her entrance and letting the tip rub back and forth along it, teasing it with a gentle touch.
"Please..." Twilight's breath was coming in a tortured moan of desire. "Make me your bride... officially..."
You tighten your grip on Twilight's waist, pulling her hindquarters up tighter against you as you begin to push your erect shaft inside of her warm folds. You can feel her body shudder as you enter, her back twitching and her insides squeezing as you push further and further inside of her, until the base of your member presses against her soft backside.
Her body presses encouragingly back against you, burying you yet deeper inside of you, so your body begins to move almost of its own volition, thrusting in and out of her slick entrance. Leaning forward and wrapping your forehooves around her neck, you can feel every muscle in her body twitch, every increasingly-rapid breath in her lungs. She has clearly been waiting for this all evening... but then again, so have you.
"Yes... that feels so amazing, yes..." Twilight's barely audible moans somehow drive you even harder into her, pumping yourself as deep inside of her body as you can possibly reach, again and again and again. Your combined sweat goes ignored, mixing in her fur and dripping to the floor and bedsheets beneath you as your passion drives you onward for an unknowable length of time. Twilight barely seems to be able to speak after a while, her moans and high-pitched squeaks erupting from her lips in uncontrolled bursts.
Driven by passion, you pull out of Twilight Sparkle's wetness just long enough to heave her onto the bed on her stomach, climb after her, and mount her properly, ramming yourself almost mercilessly inside of her. Twilight is barely moving by now, but the moans, sparks arcing from the tip of her horn, and the barely-decipherable uttering of your name tell you she's still present, alive, and begging for more.
At last, you can't hold back any longer. After surely thirty minutes, at least, you feel your member explode, holding it deep inside of her and filling her with your warmth and your love. Small thrusts accompany each explosion of seed, until you feel like you can take no more, and you slowly lower your down on her back, panting and holding her against your chest. The stench of sweat and sex quickly overcomes you both, not unpleasantly.
Twilight moans as if slowly regaining her senses, her head shifting sideways to glance up at you. Her mane is matted in a wet, wild tangle around her face, but there's a satisfied smile on her rosy cheeks. Maybe she's not the real Twilight Sparkle, but still your heart leaps when she utters the words, "I love you..."
Moxxi is waiting in the front hallway as you emerge from your private chamber, freshly washed and ready to face the town on your way down the winding stairs toward the front doors. She gives you a bright smile when she sees the look on your face.
"Perhaps the love you felt in there isn't real, but hopefully it has given you some satisfaction." Moxxi steps aside as you approach and turn to face her. "Remember that a dream is never a waste of time, even if it can never come to pass. Dreams are part what make us who we are after all."
As you turn to leave, Moxxi waves after you from the hallway. "Please do return any time. Our doors are always open to a pony with a dream."
"Until next time."
"Oh, of course." Moxxi climbs to her hooves with a smile and clears her throat, taking on a more businesslike demeanor. "I'm glad we have earned your trust. So please tell me your gender."
"I'm a boy."
"I'm a girl."
Moxxi claps her hooves together with a light, airy laugh. "Oh my goodness isn't that the most precious request I've ever heard? A honeymoon? That is so adorable I don't think any creature in Equestria could say no." Her laughter settled into a bright smile as she clapped her forehooves together one more time, summoning a smaller changeling into the room with them. "Skotch, please present this fine mare with a honeymoon. And make it a nice and tender one..."
The honeymoon suite is one of the most lavishly decorated you have ever seen in your life. The thick cushions have the consistency of clouds, and the bed, decorated in red and gold silk and satin, is almost thicker than you are tall. The room is lit only by carefully placed candles in sconces on the walls. None of that really seems to matter, with the deep violet alicorn lying in your forehooves as you struggle to carry her over the threshold into your room. Who came up with this tradition anyway? You're not even bipedal.
"Are you having a little trouble there?" Twilight Sparkle gives you a bemused look as you stumble forward on your hindhooves. Your hoof catches on the hem of her dress as you lurch forward, sending you both collapsing to the blissfully soft carpet. As soft as the carpet is, the body of the alicorn princess is somehow even softer, despite the great strength you know lurks inside that body.
You look up to make sure she's okay, but Twilight is only laughing into one hoof, as the other idly brushes a wrinkle off of the front of your dress. "Sorry, I don't mean to laugh. If you were going to have that much trouble you didn't have to carry me." With a gentle touch Twilight pushes you off of her body and climbs to her hooves in front of you. "Heck, to be honest, I could have carried you over the threshold... gotten that dress off in a hurry."
With a giggle Twilight turns to trot quickly back toward the bed, the back hem of her wedding dress flaring up above her tail as she goes. Quickly you give chase, catching her just as she begins to climb up onto the mattress and pressing your thick barrel against her back, pinning her between you and the bed. You hear a soft cooing noise from her lips as you bring your hooves up to tug at the strings around her neck, loosening the dress.
Your hooves tug at the dress, loosening it enough to tug it backwards across Twilight Sparkle's back. It truly is amazing how different it feels to see a pony walking around naked, and to strip them yourself. You've seen Twilight's back a thousand times before but here, now, in the soft light of the candles with that cooing purr coming from her throat, you can barely contain the wetness seeping between your legs, and the urge to put her on her back right then.
Twilight's beautiful wedding dress drops to the floor like so much forgotten garbage, and your own dress follows only moments behind. Your hooves are stroking her fur now as your chest presses against her back, pressing her body up against the side of the bed.
"Oohhh... yes..." Twilight moans softly deep in her throat. "Your hooves are so amazing..."
As you stroke her body, one hoof slides down her stomach, probing itself up between her hindlegs from the front. You can feel her breath catch in her throat, and a shudder run through her body as your hoof strokes up and down her femininity, feeling the moisture against your wrist.
As if by instinct, Twilight Sparkle's hips begin to grind slowly down against your hoof, which only presses harder into the lips of her rapidly moistening slit. You slowly lift Twilight's body off the carpet, pushing her onto the mattress and leaning forward to nuzzle your cheek into the base of her tail, your hoof continuing to prod just slightly between her visibly glistening slit.
"Please..." Twilight's breath was coming in a tortured moan of desire. "Make me your bride... officially..."
You nuzzle against the supple flesh of her posterior, taking in her form and her scent as you slowly move down from her tail, looking now into the pink flesh just inside of her waiting marehood. Your muzzle moves forward, your eyes hungry, as your tongue peeks out of your lips to slide slowly up and down the tender flesh. You can feel the bed move as Twilight's body begins to quiver, her tail lifting high into the air and out of your way as her hindlegs spread, giving you everything you could want.
Your tongue probes deeper and deeper inside of her, tasting her desire and feeling the warmth emanating from her. The moans from further into the bed are their own reward as you ignore the wetness forming between your own legs and focus your attention on your beautiful violet bride's glistening warmth. Twilight's hips shake and quiver against your muzzle, driving your tongue deeper into her.
You don't know how long it took, nor do you care, for the first ripple of orgasm to shake Twilight's body. As you move back and look up toward her head you can see her panting on the sheets, a sweaty mess of a beautiful pony. You crawls up her body, seize her cheek gently in her hoof, and turns her head toward your own to plunge your tongue passionately into her mouth. She returns the kiss immediately, licking her own sex off of your tongue as another moan echoes from her throat.
"You're so good to me..." Twilight coos and sits up, putting a hoof on your chest to push you to your back. "I only hope I can live up to it..." She kisses you again hungrily on the lips, her tongue just barely teasing your mouth before she begins moving down your body. Her hooves stroke the curves of your barrel and down your hips as her lips slide down your fur, sending electric shocks of pleasure through you as she licks at your nipples just before reaching your spread hindlegs.
Your body jolts in pleasure as the anticipation is finally brought to an end. The poking, prodding tongue in your aching slit only magnifies the desire, the passion you've been feeling in your loins ever since you first began to approach the honeymoon suite. Smelling her sex already worked you up quite a bit, and the feeling of her tongue and, moments later, her hooves giving you all of the attention you could ever want begins to drag your body toward a climax.
It grows and grows inside of you, your breath growing ragged and catching in your throat as your violet lover gives you her all, with the kind of expertise that belied her true nature as a changeling. But your mind can't fixate on that with the powerful orgasm that sweeps through your body after a shockingly short time later, making you twitch and groan against your will as your hooves punch against the bedsheets behind you.
Your breath slows and your mind calms as you return from your explosion, your vision clearing up quickly to see Twilight Sparkle beaming happily into your face. She leans down and wraps her hooves around you, nuzzling her muzzle into your neck. The stench of sweat and sex quickly overcomes you both, not unpleasantly.
Twilight kisses at your chin and cheek as she nuzzles into your neck. Her mane is matted in a wet, wild tangle around her face, but there's a satisfied smile on her rosy cheeks. Maybe she's not the real Twilight Sparkle, but still your heart leaps when she utters the words, "I love you..."
Moxxi is waiting in the front hallway as you emerge from your private chamber, freshly washed and ready to face the town on your way down the winding stairs toward the front doors. She gives you a bright smile when she sees the look on your face.
"Perhaps the love you felt in there isn't real, but hopefully it has given you some satisfaction." Moxxi steps aside as you approach and turn to face her. "Remember that a dream is never a waste of time, even if it can never come to pass. Dreams are part what make us who we are after all."
As you turn to leave, Moxxi waves after you from the hallway. "Please do return any time. Our doors are always open to a pony with a dream."
"Until next time."
Moxxi responds with a low cackle and a broad grin. "That forbidden fruit draws you in, doesn't it? It's okay, there are no judgments here. As a point of fact a majority of the ponies who are requested within these walls are either royalty or married. So requesting a strapping stallion who is both is hardly a surprise. I sincerely doubt Shining Armor is into stallions, though... but then, within these walls, does that really matter?"
Moxxi cocks her head curiously. "So tell me, what would you do with him if you had him here?"
"I want to have a secret affair with him."
Moxxi responds with a low cackle and a broad grin. "That forbidden fruit draws you in, doesn't it? It's okay, there are no judgments here. As a point of fact a majority of the ponies who are requested within these walls are either royalty or married. So requesting a strapping stallion who is both is hardly a surprise."
Moxxi cocks her head curiously. "So tell me, what would you do with him if you had him here?"
"I want to have a secret affair with him."
Moxxi chuckles softly under her breath. "Mmmmh, an illicit romance, frowned upon by a society that believes in monogamy and faithfulness. Wicked, scandalous... exhilarating." Moxxi nods her head in understanding. "You'll have your desire, the crown prince of the Crystal Empire in the bed he shares with the crown princess. The scandal will truly be legendary..."
The Crystal Palace is considered one of the most beautiful buildings in the world. Every inch of it glitters with the polish of a freshly cleaned diamond, reflecting back your face as you rush excitedly down the hallway, hot on the tail of the palace's master, Prince Shining Armor himself. The hallways are dark and nearly empty, though not quite empty enough, as you have to slip through a couple of back hallways, and make your way though the kitchens on your way.
You can hear Cadence talking further ahead, which makes Shining Armor slip a hoof over your lips with a hurried signal to be quiet. The two of you tiphoof your way down the hallway, so close to the royal library that you can see Princess Cadence inside speaking with one of her crystal pony counselors. Her voice carries after you as you hurry down the hallway past the library. Her voice can still be heard in the distance when you finally reach the more modestly sized doorway to the royal bedchamber.
Your heart must be racing fifty miles a second as the prince lets you in behind him, closing the door quickly before anypony can see you, and finally shutting out the sound of Princess Cadence's voice.
Shining Armor turns toward you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Did you see anypony who might have seen us?" After you nod his expression relaxes. "That's good. I think Cadence would have a heart attack if she found out... but I just can't stand this." He steps toward you, wrapping his hoof around your shoulders and pulling you closer to his broad, rock-hard chest. "I need you... I can't stand to deny this part of myself anymore."
His lips capture yours in a hungry kiss of pure lustful passion, his other hoof sliding around you and holding you up against his chest. His tongue pushes between your lips, exploring your mouth, taking it as if he needs it to breathe.
You feel your back press up against the side of the royal bed, and his powerful hooves lift you from the carpet, his lips only breaking contact with your own as you find yourself placed on your back right at the edge of the bed with your hindlegs dangling over the edge. Shining Armor's gaze is hungry as his eyes sliding down from your eyes to the rapidly growing erection beginning to grow up towards him, shivering slightly at the open air.
His soft wrist brushes up against your stiff rod, stroking up and down its length as he examines every inch of it, his eyes hungry and inviting. It doesn't take long for your erection to grow full under his touch, twitching with every rub as it points straight up into the sky like an inviting flag. Shining Armor's head moves down slowly, examining the tip as he moves closer and closer.
An involuntary grunt escapes your throat the first time Shining Armor's tongue touches your shaft. Sliding from the base near your testicles all the way up the bottom to the tip, where it tickles the bottom of your shaft with several teasing strokes.
Your hooves move up to Shining Armor's shoulders, feeling his powerful muscles as his lips move up to your head, his lips opening wide to take it into his mouth. You clench your teeth as his hot breath washes over your sensitive flesh, and his lips close around the tip of your penis. His hooves continue to stroke up and down the rest of the shaft as his head bobs slowly on the tip, his lips sucking and his tongue flicking over it.
Slowly he lowers his head further down your shaft. Your own hips thrust up against his lips slowly as your hooves slide across his mane, pulling his head further and further down toward the base. At last you give one more gentle thrust, and push the entire length inside of his mouth, feeling the tip bump lightly against the back of his throat.
Shining Armor's eyes look up at you lustily, pushing you forward to bob his head against your shaft, thrusting your hips up against with increasing ferocity. The feeling of his saliva and his hot, ragged breath on your flesh quickly drives you mad. You nearly black out for several seconds as you climax quickly, letting your hot seed explode straight into his lips, filling his mouth, though not a drip drips back out.
By the time Shining Armor pulls back from your shaft, his mouth is empty, your load gone down the back of his throat. "That was incredible..." Shining Armor mutters under his breath.
Of course, you're not done yet.
You sit up slowly and grab his shoulders, pushing him down on the bed now with a mischievous smile on your face. Shining Armor's own penis is already fully erect as he plops down onto his back, wiggling in the air for several moments from his quick turn. Deciding that the time for foreplay is past, you instantly take his shaft into your lips, sucking it in clean up to the base and beginning to bob your head against him eagerly.
Shining Armor howls in pleasure, his hooves gripping your shoulders tightly. Your tongue strokes his shaft quickly and expertly, tasting his flesh. It doesn't take long for your strong, eager performance to overwhelm Shining Armor.
His powerful body tenses as his hips thrust reflexively into your lips, letting his own warm seed burst forth into your mouth. The warmth and taste of him spills over against your tongue, and is soon gulped down without a moment's hesitation. You suck his penis dry as thoroughly as you can, your tongue stroking along the lower portion of the shaft until you can feel him beginning to go flaccid in your lips. At last you let him slide out of your lips and grim up his body at him.
His powerful hooves wrap around you and pull you up against his sweaty chest, and he gives you a sly, almost boyish grin. "Thank you... I've needed you for far too long..." Shining Armor's tongue slides between yours one more time as he holds you close, keeping you secure inside of his strong, masculine embrace. Your own eyes close with a wide smile, letting yourself enjoy the moment, as long as it's allowed to last.
Moxxi is waiting for you as you make your way down the flight of steps to the front hallway after your luxurious shower, giving you a hopeful smile. "It was everything you wanted it to be, I hope?" Her smile turns more genuine when you nod. "Good. I've always found it strange how ponies see sex as some kind of sacred thing, as if simply having sex with somepony who isn't your 'official lover' is a grand taboo. Sex is a physical urge, is it not? Do you look down on somepony for eating the wrong food at the wrong time instead of whatever food they're supposed to eat?"
Moxxi shook her head. "Oh well, I'm rambling now." Moxxi waves as you turn to leave, with a wry smirk on her lips. "Please do come back soon. There's plenty of ponies out there you can 'steal' from their wives."
"Until next time."
Moxxi chuckles softly under her breath. "Mmmmh, an illicit romance, frowned upon by a society that believes in monogamy and faithfulness. Wicked, scandalous... exhilarating." Moxxi nods her head in understanding. "You'll have your desire, the crown prince of the Crystal Empire in the bed he shares with the crown princess. The scandal will truly be legendary..."
The Crystal Palace is considered one of the most beautiful buildings in the world. Every inch of it glitters with the polish of a freshly cleaned diamond, reflecting back your face as you rush excitedly down the hallway, hot on the tail of the palace's master, Prince Shining Armor himself. The hallways are dark and nearly empty, though not quite empty enough, as you have to slip through a couple of back hallways, and make your way though the kitchens on your way.
You can hear Cadence talking further ahead, which makes Shining Armor slip a hoof over your lips with a hurried signal to be quiet. The two of you tiphoof your way down the hallway, so close to the royal library that you can see Princess Cadence inside speaking with one of her crystal pony counselors. Her voice carries after you as you hurry down the hallway past the library. Her voice can still be heard in the distance when you finally reach the more modestly sized doorway to the royal bedchamber.
Your heart must be racing fifty miles a second as the prince lets you in behind him, closing the door quickly before anypony can see you, and finally shutting out the sound of Princess Cadence's voice.
Shining Armor turns toward you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Did you see anypony who might have seen us?" After you nod his expression relaxes. "That's good. I think Cadence would have a heart attack if she found out... but I just can't stand this." He steps toward you, wrapping his hoof around your shoulders and pulling you closer to his broad, rock-hard chest. "I need you... I can't stand to deny it anymore."
His lips capture yours in a hungry kiss of pure lustful passion, his other hoof sliding around you and holding you up against his chest. His tongue pushes between your lips, exploring your mouth, taking it as if he needs it to breathe.
You feel your back press up against the side of the royal bed, and his powerful hooves lift you from the carpet, his lips only breaking contact with your own as you find yourself placed on your back right at the edge of the bed with your hindlegs dangling over the edge. Shining Armor's gaze is hungry as he reaches down to push your hindlegs apart, his eyes sliding down from your eyes to the rapidly moistening slit that now lay exposed before him.
His hoof brushes up against your wet lips, sending an electric shudder up your body even as he slowly leans down, his body disappearing over the side of the bed until only his eyes are visible over your pelvis. It's only moments later when the hard feeling of his hoof is replaced by the much softer, much wetter feel of his lips and tongue, prodding and playing with your femininity. Your legs open even wider almost on reflex, letting his tongue probe inside of your wetness so deep his muzzle is pressed up against the slit.
By the time his tongue moves back you can feel the moisture dripping down your slit, and your breath is coming in deep, aroused gasps. Shining Armor moves back at last, his muzzle shining with your juices as he moves forward, sliding you back slightly on the bed so he can join you, crawling over you, his hips moving between your own.
His eyes stare into your own as his hips move forward, the tip of his full erection pressing up against your entrance. He presses it against you, then slowly moves back again, pressing it against you again and again like pressing a button without ever entering. The teasing begins you drive you wild and your hooves reach for his shoulders, trying to pull him up, to pull him further on top of you, but for a moment he resists, a cheeky grin crossing his cheeks.
"I'm sorry... you're just so beautiful when you need me..." He leans down and engulfs your lips in another passionate kiss, the taste of your own juices dripping from them as his hips slide smoothly forward, sliding easily inside of you. You can feel his girth filling your most intimate place, siding in place like a key in a lock, his hips pressing firmly to yours after only a few moments. A wondrous gasp of pleasure escapes both of you at once, echoing out from around your furious, passionate kiss.
It's moments later when you feel him begin to move, his hips jerking back, then sliding smoothly forward again in a slow rhythm, his shaft sliding easily inside of your well-lubricated tunnel. What began slowly begins to slowly pick up in pace, his hooves grasping at your shoulders to hold you in place beneath him as he grows more and more passionate, his hips slapping harder and harder against your body.
The kiss breaks as your hooves circle his neck, clinging to him as your lips open in sharp, involuntary squeals of pleasure. It feels like he's massaging you inside, and it never becomes painful no matter how hard he pounds against you. Even when the headboard of the mattress begins to bang firmly against the wall, the pleasure only grows within you, welling up like a gathering tidal wave that begs to be released, building and surging, growing and overwhelming.
More thrusts, for longer than you can even keep track of, until long past the point where you're nearly exhausted, and yet the pleasure continues to mount. At last it's as if he allows you to reach a pounding, arching orgasm. Your body stiffens and your hooves cling tightly to his rock-hard frame, holding him inside of you. Another strangled half moan, half gasp, escapes your throat as you feel him climax inside of you as if on command, his seed flooding your channel over the span of several more sharp, uninhibited thrusts.
You can't help an electric shiver down your spine as he pulls out of you slowly, his eyes staring down into yours as you find yourself suddenly empty of his erection, but fulfilled with the memories of the best orgasm of your life, and filled by the seed still inside of you.
"Thank you... I've needed you for far too long..." Shining Armor's tongue slides between yours one more time as he rests against you, keeping you secure inside of his strong, masculine embrace. Your own eyes close with a wide smile, letting yourself enjoy the moment, as long as it's allowed to last.
Moxxi is waiting for you as you make your way down the flight of steps to the front hallway after your luxurious shower, giving you a hopeful smile. "It was everything you wanted it to be, I hope?" Her smile turns more genuine when you nod. "Good. I've always found it strange how ponies see sex as some kind of sacred thing, as if simply having sex with somepony who isn't your 'official lover' is a grand taboo. Sex is a physical urge, is it not? Do you look down on somepony for eating the wrong food at the wrong time instead of whatever food they're supposed to eat?"
Moxxi shook her head. "Oh well, I'm rambling now." Moxxi waves as you turn to leave, with a wry smirk on her lips. "Please do come back soon. There's plenty of ponies out there you can 'steal' from other mares."
"Until next time."
Moxxi chuckles. "I assure you that while our two species' are quite biologically compatible, they're not that compatible. Pregnancy is impossible, and while I'm not saying we changelings can't get sick, we can't transmit anything to you. Besides, I would never force a sick changeling to work. These are my children after all."
Moxxi pauses at that and strokes a hoof across her chin. "What would a changeling pony even look like, anyway? I shudder to think of it."
"How do you make the experiences feel real? Even the setting?"
"How can you mimic absolutely any pony? What about ones that aren't famous?"
"I still want to know more about you."
"I'm ready to get down to business."
"Mmmmh, farmpony, Element of Honesty, and built like a bull." Moxxi purrs under her breath. "Certainly an object of adoration for any pony who appreciates a powerful mare. Hard worker too. If she puts as much dedication into pleasing her mate as she does into tending her fields... well, let's just say 'blossoming' can be a metaphor for many things."
Moxxi grins. "What would you like her to do to you today?"
"I want her to take me in a lake."
"A simple request, but there's certainly nothing wrong with that. Please head upstairs and Skotch will show you to your room... have fun."
The sun beats down on Sweet Apple Acres, shining through the limbs of the apple trees overhead. You can't help but take just a moment to appreciate the changeling illusion magic that brings such a setting to life. The expansive fields are totally convincing, and you can run in one direction forever without hitting a wall, yet you know you're really in a fairly small room back in Deepest Desires. But enough of that, thinking that way is only going to ruin the experience this illusion seeks to give you.
"Boy howdy, it's a hot one today, ain't it?" Applejack wipes her forehead with the back of one hoof as she steps away from one of the nearby apple trees, watching a torrent of apples fall into the baskets set up around its base. When that's done she turns toward you with a wide, grateful smile. "I really can't tell you how much I appreciate your help 'round here today. With Big Mac injured I just wasn't sure I was gonna get it all done by myself."
Applejack glances up at the clouds, where the sun is just moving down towards the horizon. "I think we've done all we can do here. Let's wash up and get ready for dinner, and don't you argue, you're stayin' for dinner. We owe you." She winks. "Come on, the lake is closer than the barn." She leads you through the apple orchard, both of you picking your way through the trees until you see a large, calm lake surrounded by lush green grass.
Applejack wades into the water ahead of you, her tail lifting out of the water as she throws herself forward with a small splash. She yelps as her head breaks the surface again. "Holy horseapples! That's cold!" Apple laughs and turns back toward you. "Haha, come on in! It's cold, but really nice!"
You wade into the water to join her, your eyes looking over her wet, matted down mane and fur, outlining the powerful muscles underneath. Despite the beauty and power that sits before your eyes, you can't help but just realize... the water really is extremely cold.
"You doin' alright there, sugarcube?" Applejack moves up to join you as you slip into the water up to your neck. "Ain't nothin' like a good soak in cold water to shake off the heat of a hard day's work."
You try to nod, but the shivering makes this difficult. As she gets closer Applejack chuckles and looks you up and down.
"You look like you're havin' a tough time there. Mmmh... y'know, I really am grateful for all the help you've given me today. You really are a good pony, and a great friend." A grin begins to cross her lips as she moves closer still, one hoof rising to rest against your chest. "I don't think I ever have more energy than I do after a good day's work... could stand to wind down some, if you're interested in helping me spend some of that energy."
Her hooves push you back toward the water's edge, until you're up to leg-depth. Suddenly she shoves your chest, knocking you to your back in the water, which is just shallow enough for your head and legs to stay above the water while your body submerges. "Why don't y'all do me a favor and show me what I know you got waitin' for me?" Her hoof slides down your stomach to your hindlegs, where your nervous erection is already starting to grow. You can't help but clench your teeth as the sensitive flesh is met by the cold water.
Your erection twitches again as you feel a hoof brush against the underside, sending the water sloshing around the rest of the shaft as it rubs up and down slowly. "Boy howdy, ain't that a sight for a mare to see?" Applejack chuckles lowly under her breath. "A strong stallion rarin' and ready to go? Don't mind if I do." Applejack leans down as the tip of your erection breaks the surface of the water, her tongue meeting it in the warm air, licking the lake water off of it.
A shiver runs up your spin as she licks the end of your penis in slow strokes, her tongue and stroking hoof overcoming the cold of the water to quickly bring you to a full erection, which towers almost half out of the lake. When your shaft is as hard as it can get Applejack pulls back with a grin and crawls up your body, pressing her hooves against your shoulders to hold you down against the bottom of the lake bed.
"Just sit back there, pardner. Let me get this bull by the horn." Applejack winks playfully as she slides her hips up your thighs, her stomach and pelvis pressing up against the bottom of your shaft. Her soft fur and flesh rubs up against you as she grinds into you, her slit rubbing up against you under the water, until your shaft is twitching and aching for its warmth. Your hips thrust up against hers by reflex, humping her stomach slowly until you feel her lift away from you.
Your hooves grip her hips as Applejack lowers herself down on top of your shaft with her legs spread on either side of your waist, taking it inside of her as she slides down its length. Her body's warmth quickly replaces the biting cold of the lake, engulfing your shaft as her hips press down against yours. Your hips thrust once again on reflex, your hooves gripping her thighs over her cutie marks. You can feel her body shiver in response, and it's not long before she pulls herself back and thrusts herself back down against you.
The water around you begins to froth and lap as your body with your rhythmical movements, thrusting up against Applejack as she pulls back and slams herself down against you in turn. Her forehooves rest against your chest, using you as a balance board as she grinds and pounds herself down against your shaft, taking you in again, and again, and again. You can barely hold back the explosion of passion, but your hooves slide up to her waist, yanking her down against you tighter, and harder.
You can see her body shuddering in pleasure, her face twisting in ecstasy with her mouth hanging open. Her sweat mixes with the water in her fur, dripping into the lake with every increasingly wild motion she makes. The moans of pleasure that come out of her are like music to your ears, growing in a powerful crescendo of passion as you get closer, and closer to a climax you try to hold back, but just can't any longer.
You grip her thighs rightly slamming your hips up into her femininity as you release your passion, letting your seed spill inside of her, exploding again and again, releasing all of your desperate desires in several powerful waves. Applejack's body twitches and her head throws back, letting out a sharp yelp as her own climax overtakes her. Her hat drifts to the lake from the violent motion, floating now on the surface more calmly as you run out of seed, and your thrusting comes to an end.
Applejack's breath is coming in quick, loud gasps as she too settles from her climax, and she peers down at you with a grin. "Guess I know who to come to from now on when I need an applebuckin' partner." She leans down and nuzzles deeply at the side of your throat with a contented sigh. "Thank you kindly for all your help today. I really couldn't have done any of it without you."
Moxxi watches you come down the steps toward the central landing at the front of Deepest Desires with an expression of amusement on her face. "I hope you found our service satisfactory, today." After you nod, she grins. "I'm glad to hear it. It's strange how many ponies think those who choose not to take the lead are abnormal somehow, and yet a great number of ponies enjoy just that. I've never seen the purpose of the word 'abnormal' anyway. I don't know, perhaps there's a biological reason for it."
Moxxi waves after you as you walk past her toward the front exit. "Do take care of yourself, and come back any time."
"Until next time."
"Ah, sweet Fluttershy. The element of kindness, friend to nature, and completely oblivious to her own attractiveness." Moxxi chuckles. "Between you and me, I think her ignorance to her own beauty only makes her more attractive. So tell me, what would you like to do with her?"
"I just want to sleep with her." (Written by Quillo Manar )
"Ah, yes, we get those from time to time, so don't feel strange for asking. My children tend to call them 'cuddlers'. If that is what you deeply desire, right this way." She leads you off into a deeper part of the establishment, on the way you hear her click her tongue or something similar, and another smaller changeling appears by her side. "Perdrisa, you need to set up the lodge."
The changeling salutes and darts off with such speed that you can't see where it's going.
"This excursion needs setting up, so if you would be so kind as to wait for 30 seconds before opening this door, my attentions are required elsewhere. Have a good time!"
In your head, you begin to count.
28... 29... 30!
The anticipation is tying your stomach into a knot; the excitement of the situation bores into your chest as you breathe deeply. You turn the door's knob, open it, and step into the room. A sudden, bright light pierces into your eyes. You lift a hoof to shield your face from the unexpected pain, and strange warmth. The action makes you notice that your hoof has dirt on it; you look down to notice that you are, in fact, standing on a dirt road. The warmth heats up your skin almost like you are directly in the sun, and it looks as though you are, when you let your hoof fall, you can see the sun setting in the West.
You break out of your confusion as you hear a door close behind you.
You quickly look back to find that the door you stepped through is gone, there is only a long dirt path leading into a town that looks familiar. Questions flood your mind, did the door just teleport you to the outside? Before you have long to dwell on this however, a peaceful, melodic singing glides its way into your ears, mixing with the blissful sounds of birdsong.
You turn back around to face this new sound, and you are confronted with something that sets your heart alight. There is a beautiful yellow pegasus with a flowing pink mane and luscious tail fluttering around a quaint forest-side cottage, carrying what looks to be a watering can. She's flittering about various pot plants, giving them the live sustaining water they deserve.
Her soft dance in the sky is hypnotic, you find yourself moving towards her, without really minding your actions. With every soft crunch of soil beneath your hooves, your anticipation grows, alongside your excitement and heart rate. A rush of energy strikes your system, and you suddenly become acutely aware of your surroundings.
The world around you feels so vibrant, so alive. You can feel the wind dance off your fur, you can feel it tugging against your ears. You can smell the grass around you as if it is real. The small clouds of dust picked up by the wind taste stale, like dirt should be, and it leaves a dry, dusty feeling in your nose. The infinite perplexity of this is not lost on you, yet you feel like it hardly matters now, not that you have this beautiful angel in your sights.
As you close in on the house, Fluttershy looks in your direction and spots you. Your heart melts from the bright smile she sends your way. She drops the watering can she was holding and quickly (well, her own version of quickly) flies down to where you are to wrap you in her arms and wings.
You let out a content sigh as her pleasant fragrance enters your nose, banishing the feeling of very real dust. As her warmth surrounds you, you find that you don't care about how or why she is here, you don't care about how you got here, all you care about is the angel holding you in her arms. You wrap your hooves around her, and lean into the warming hug, you let go of all your worries, and your doubts. You just stay like this, content in the warmth of your mare, and the warmth of the setting sun.
She suddenly pulls back from the hug and kisses you on the lips. It was brief, a feint touch of her lips upon yours, yet to you it felt like the sensation lasted for a good long while, immeasurable by simple seconds. You honestly wouldn't mind if you were to die right then and there, for as far as you are concerned, this is the happiest you would ever be. So like that, you lingered on the feeling of her lips against yours, the surroundings melting all into a wash of oranges and a feeling of love.
The sound of angelic bells litter you surroundings and you become blissfully aware that she is giggling, and that you've had the same spaced out look for at least 10 seconds now. You shake your head as an embarrassed smile worms its way onto your face and you return to the moment.
She leans in and nuzzles you, "I was waiting for you dear," she said as she gently caressed your face with hers, "I was wondering when you'd get back home."
Home. The mere mention of that strikes a chord within you, and you begin to feel, happy. Ecstatic happiness floods your system as you fall helplessly in love with the mare in your arms. You laugh as the emotions brew and bubble inside of you.
"Come on," she whispers into your ear, "It's getting late."
A quick look behind her tells you that it is indeed getting late, the sun is sinking below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow upon the scenery, outlining the mare of your dreams in a beautiful corona of orange. Eventually you let your arms fall, but not before placing a delicate kiss on her cheek, she giggles that wonderful, angelic, giggle of hers and leads you up the path to her house. You follow her inside, she makes her way to the kitchen.
"Wait at the table please," she said, lifting a wing to point towards a table set with two chairs and placemats, "I made us some dinner. Just some sandwiches, nothing too fancy..." She pauses for a moment, before looking back at you with a worried look, "You don't mind do you?"
You tell her you don't mind as you make your way to the seat facing away from the kitchen.
She smiles that beautiful smile of hers, and disappears into the kitchen. You are left alone; so you are able to sit back for a moment, to truly think about where you are. A little gap in consciousness, you know that you entered Moxxi's hive, but somehow, they've set up an intricate array of illusions or something to make it seem like you were outside, and actually at Fluttershy's cottage. You don't dwell on it though.
"Dinner's ready!" Fluttershy called in that sweet melodic whisper she's known for. She walks up to your left with a plate in either wing, as she places your plate down, you lift a hoof up and cup her cheek, pulling her in for a peck. She giggles and shakes you off, then gives you a kiss before she walks to the other side of the table to set her plate and herself down.
You smile at her and lift the sandwich up, you briefly wondered what the sandwich would taste like, if it would be any different. You take a bite out of it, and are taken back by just how normal it tastes. You can feel the texture of the bread on your teeth, and the taste of the flour mixing with the watery taste of cucumber and daisy. Cucumber and daisy sandwiches, one of Fluttershy's specialties. You let off a small chuckle and shake your head before taking another bite.
"Do you- do you like it?" She asks over her own sandwich, "I know it's not much, but I had to use some of our food to feed the animals today, I forgot to get more feed for the dears."
You hold a hoof up, so she would wait a bit while you finish your mouthful, you reassure her that it is fine, you wouldn't have dinner any other way. You know in your heart that you really wouldn't mind what kind of food she'd give you, you tell her that, if she made it, it would be perfect in every way.
She blushes, turns her head just slightly, and returns to her meal. Your heart melts at her reaction, you can be certain that whatever Fluttershy does, would have this certain grace and feel to it that you couldn't not find it adorable. You get back to your sandwich.
Once dinner has been eaten you stand up and offer to take the plates to the kitchen.
"Oh no, no please, you don't have to do that for me!" she hastily says, "I'll take care of them, you just wait upstairs for me." She smiles that wonderful smile of hers so you can't decline her. You give your plate to her and plant another kiss on her cheek. Her cheeks reddened slightly as a small blush fell on her face. You then make your way upstairs to wait for her.
Soon enough, you hear the gentle clopping of hooves using the stairs. Thinking quickly, you decide to surprise her. You rush to turn the lights off and hide behind the stair well. In the darkness you can see Fluttershy's head rise from the stairs; she hasn't noticed you yet.
"H-hello? Where have you gone?" she makes her way to the light switch, you stalk behind her without making a sound. She flicks the light on, she looks to her right, and you step to her left. Once she calls out for you again, you tap her on the back. She gasps and spins around quickly, you step back to prevent a head on collision. Once she stops moving, you dive in and kiss her right on her startled lips. She lets out a gasp then a sigh through her nose and leans in to the kiss.
She then bops you gently on the head shortly after.
You break the kiss with confusion taking hold of your face. She scolds you in the way only she knows how, with a bit of a hoof flick and forced frown that's being slowly overtaken by a genuine smile.
"Don't do that again!" She says in a just barely raised voice, her smile tainting the edges of her reprimand.
You tell her that you're sorry, and she says it's all right, so you smile and hold her close. You just stay like that for a while, just basking in her warmth and comfort. She soon interrupts the moment.
"Come on dear, it's already late, let's get to bed."
You nod and let her go, she flitters over to the bed. You follow her. Once she touches down, a yawn overtakes her features; she sits down on the bed and stretches her forearms. You were right, everything she does has this elegance that you find adorable every time, she stretches out her arms as if she were reaching to the air for a hug, your heart flitters at the sight and your lips curl into a smile. Her yawn is infectious, your ears click and soon you find yourself yawning too.
Once your lungs have filled to capacity, and you've let out all of the days troubles, worries and aches in once slow exhale, you make your way to the bed where she is waiting for you. You step up on the bed as she opens up the covers with a wing. You slide in underneath the covers, and scoot into a comfortable position. Once you are in, Fluttershy rolls over slightly to reach a secondary light switch to turn the lights off once more. Darkness fall around you, yet you couldn’t be any less worried.
The wing that was holding the blanket up wraps around you and tugs on you, drawing you in with limited success. To reciprocate the action, you curl your arms around her and pull her close to you. Your eyes fall onto her, and you find that you don't want them to be anywhere else. You honestly wouldn't mind if the flows of pink and yellow would be the last thing you were to ever see. She sighs, letting the bliss of the moment carry through her and into you. You find yourself getting tired; slowly your eyes are becoming heavy. Gently, the moment fills you with a deep, personal feeling of compassion and affection.
You push in and kiss her on the lips, she pushes back and into you. The kiss solidifying this moment forever in your mind, at this moment, you are happy, everything else is unimportant. The only thing that matters is the mare in your arms. After a good long while, the kiss ends, she digs herself closer to you and sighs into your chest.
"I love you," she whispers so quietly, so softly into your barrel, as if those words were meant for you and you alone. You take them and gently give them back.
"I love you too."
Then quietly, and oh so gently, you drift off to sleep with the mare of your dreams tucked away in your arms.
This is, without a doubt the best brothel you've ever been to.
The next morning finds you waking up in a nondescript bed, hugging a pillow. That was one of the best sleeps you've had for a long time. Moxxi is there to greet you once you've awoken.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, perhaps the love you shared wasn't completely real, but hopefully it has given you some satisfaction." Moxxi offers you a hoof to help you out of bed. Once you are up, you straighten yourself as best you can. Moxxi continues, "Any food you had during your time here was purely a fabrication; it's wise to seek breakfast once you leave."
You nod at her advice, Moxxi then gestures for you to follow her, presumably out of the building. You have no reason to doubt her, so you follow her.
On the way, Moxxi speaks to you a short farewell message, "Do not be disheartened that your affections were used in something tantamount to a dream, because dreams are what make ponies who they are, it gives them purpose and reason to live."
Moxxi finishes up her speech as you reach the front door, she stops in the hallway to give you one last message, "Please do return at any time, our doors are always open to a pony with a dream." She waves you off as you disembark to take on the city.
But first, breakfast.
"Until next time."
"Ah, sweet Fluttershy. The element of kindness, friend to nature, and completely oblivious to her own attractiveness." Moxxi chuckles. "Between you and me, I think her ignorance to her own beauty only makes her more attractive. So tell me, what would you like to do with her?"
"I just want to sleep with her." (Written by Quillo Manar )
Las Pegasus is a big place, with lights shining from every street corner and building. Tourists are bustling to and fro, even non-pegasii are bustling about despite the city being perched atop a cloud as white as snow, thanks to a powerful enchantment placed on the cloud itself. It seems like every sight you see is a new marvel in this place, but you only have one destination, which hovers in front of you as you round the final corner.
The building looks new, built of wood and cloudstuff, with windows tinted so dark you can't see inside. The place also looks massive, big enough to house hundreds of ponies in total comfort. The tallest spire in the center punches into one of the clouds that hovers overhead to give some shielding from the intense and constant rays of the sun that would otherwise beat down on ponies who lived on a cloud.
As your hooves carry you along the fluffy path toward the large wooden double-doors, there's a sign hanging from a post driven into the cloudstuff. Deepest Desires: Where you can touch your dreams . With curiosity tugging at you, you pass the sign and push the doors open.
You move through the large wooden doors with a sense of awe. Despite its intimidating size, soft candlelight along with carpets and drapes made from muted blues and greens give you a sense of comfort and softness. There's no unease in the air, in fact the grand central hallway gives you a sense of anticipation.
"Welcome to your Deepest Desires." A sultry voice fails to echo in the lavishly cushioned front hallway, drawing your attention toward the brothel's proprietress. "Where our name isn't just a marketing tagline." The long-legged changeling queen gives you a wink as she approaches from the top of the winding stairwell in front of you. "Please don't be alarmed. My name is Queen Moxxi, and this is my little hive of changelings."
You watch the changeling queen make her way down the steps and sidle toward you with a strangely enticing sway of her hips. "No doubt you're wondering many things about now. If you wish, I will answer any questions you have... or we can get right down to business, if that is your pleasure?" Her tongue licked at her lips as she examined your face. "Please don't take this the wrong way, you ponies do tend to look alike to us sometimes, so if I may ask... are you a mare or a stallion?"
"I'm a boy."
"I'm a girl."
"I need to know more about you first."
... Run away!
"Oh goodness no." Moxxi laughs. "Before we snuck our way into Equestria we would use our powers to feed on all sorts of creatures. Griffons, dragons, zebras, the few pony tribes who dare to live outside of Equestrian boundaries. Not that I'm saying they're all stupid, mind you, but there's something about pony affection that is just extra satisfying. I can understand why Chrysalis wanted Equestria so badly. You give us a feast like no other..."
She blinks and gives you a nervous blush at that, "not that I would dream of any sort of takeover, mind you. I'm really just saying you ponies are something special. It's a compliment, really."
"Do changelings fart?"
"Do you ever get lonely?"
"Can I have sex with you?"
"I'm ready to get down to business."
"Hmmmm, now that's a doozy of a question, isn't it?" Moxxi purses her lips in thought for several long minutes. "I have all of my children here with me, and I love them all to death, but that can never truly be the same as having a lover, can it? Not that I know if love for us is even the same thing as it is for you. You ponies attach so much significance to sex that it's a wonder you can tell it apart from love. I've always found that peculiar."
Moxxi rolls to her side and gives you a piercing, curious look. "Not that I mean to insult pony ways or look down on them, but so many ponies come here protesting how we 'demean' sex that it boggles my mind sometimes, as if sex is anything more than nature's method of continuing beyond your natural lifespan. And in our case, lunch." Moxxi cackles with a crooked grin. "Certainly a wonderful thing worth celebrating, but does celebrating it truly mean restricting it and hiding it?"
Moxxi shakes her head with a sigh and leans back in her chair again. "Now I'm just rambling, though. The final answer to your question, I suppose, is yes I can get lonely every now and again. But I imagine most creatures would say the same. I still wouldn't give up my life, or my family, for anything in the world."
"Are ponies the only thing you can turn into?"
"Do changelings fart?"
"Can I have sex with you?"
"I'm ready to get down to business."
"We always do our best for the good of our customers, of course we'll make sure the environment is just as good as the pony." Moxxi beams proudly with her chest stuck out before her. "Illusion is a fundamental skill we have. It's closely tied in with our transformation abilities, though those aren't entirely illusory... it would take a long time to explain it in great detail. Suffice to say we're good at what we do, and we always do our best."
"What about pregnancy? Or STD's?"
"How can you mimic absolutely any pony? What about ones that aren't famous?"
"I still want to know more about you."
"I'm ready to get down to business."
"I have spies in every city in Equestria monitoring every pony and sending us back details about them." Moxxi nods. After a few moments she busts out laughing. "Oh the look on your face is priceless." She grins. "We do have to be able to be true to our client's wishes, and that means putting on the best performance we possibly can. Intel is absolutely crucial for this. So don't worry about asking for somepony who's not famous, we'll still get it right."
After another long few moments of uncomfortable silence Moxxi grins again. "Relax. I'm kidding. Maybe. Does it really matter? You're here trusting us with your deepest inner desire, can you not trust us with your daily routine? We won't tell anypony. If we have that information. Which we may not." Moxxi winks. "Or we may."
"What about pregnancy? Or STD's?"
"How do you make the experiences feel real? Even the setting?"
"I still want to know more about you."
"I'm ready to get down to business."