Author's Note

A new two-part story!

Alchemist Fair Part 1

Much like any other bright, bouncy young lady, Charlotte’s boisterous voice often preceded her entries. Today was clearly no exception: Ashley, Charlotte’s personal assistant, found himself jolted from cleaning duties by a high-volume bout of cheer.

“Mail’s heeere~” Charlotte sang, walking on sunshine as she swayed on through the door with a swing in her hips. The peppy pony walked with a fat stack of letters tucked under her arm, and something even fatter swinging between her powerful thighs. Charlotte’s shaft liked to constantly make itself known, bobbing and swaying with every strut.

“Sorry I took so long!” she laughed. “I caught the mailmare at the box, and we spent a little too much time shooting the breeze.”

“I’ll say!” Ashley retorted, tucking his feather-duster into his floral-printed apron. “You were gone so long, I had time to dust after mopping!”

He looked over, eyes briefly darting down towards ‘little’ Charlotte swinging along with her hip-shaking rhythm. He gulped when he saw the flaccid member not at all hidden by Charlotte’s miniskirt.

Charlotte did some checking out of her own. She purred at the sight of her boytoy in her favorite apron. It didn’t take a lot to set Charlotte off and, like clockwork, a drop of milky cum pearled at her member’s tip.

Ashley issued gulp number two. “And, um… if you could, please try not to make any more messes...” he added quietly.

“No promises!” Charlotte winked, still moving to the groove. She hip-checked Ashley with a giggle, squishing up against his own generous rear, and held out a fistful of periodicals. “Enjoy your magazines, Ashy-boo. I’ve got so many orders I’ll need to get brewing straight away if I want to make a dent in them!”

“I - I will, thank you!” Ashley stammered, a rosy-red blush painted on his cheeks - both top and bottom. He pored quietly over the mail as Charlotte shimmied her way upstairs. A few pairs of letters were stuck squishily together from where Charlotte had clearly been shooting much more than the breeze, but Mane Care for Very Manly Stallions and Bottom-Heavy Bi-Weekly remained high and dry. Not to mention…

“What’s this?” he murmured, pulling out a glittery pink envelope. “To... Ashley...”

His misty eyes sparkled. “That’s me!”

In a rush, Ashley tore the letter open without a second thought. He buried his nose in its contents, carefully reading. “The esteemed Alchemy Council of Manehattan formally invites you to… Oh my gosh, oh my golly gosh! Chaaaar-loooootte!”

At the top of the stairs, from around the corner, a pair of thickly-puffed maroon ears perked up considerably. The mare previously trotting her way to the lab held up all of a sudden.

Ashy had Charlotte's full attention.

"The Alchemist's Fair in Manehattan seeks to create a forum where the greatest scientific minds of all Equestria can gather, congregate, and exchange ideas back and forth... Sponsored by the city's elite..."

Ashy hardly dared to believe the words printed on the document, official as they might have looked. How could he? He was an apprentice to the notorious Charlotte, whose reputation for crafting potions and elixirs overshadowed his a thousand times over... and all talk of her potion-making was overshadowed by her reputation for certain other things!

Yes, it was hard to discuss the subject of mixing magical brews in Ponyville without the conversation swerving toward the much more potent concoctions churning in the balls of that diabolical inflatress. Ashy would have expected a Court Summons before an invitation to a grand gala event.

He leaned further forwards, soft and pouty mouth moving as if to kiss every word, when it wasn't hanging wide open, that is!

When he was finally done, a sweet sensation suffused Ashley’s whole being. He clapped a hand to his cheek, misty eyes pinched half-shut with happiness. Ash's dinky horn sputtered and sparked with excitement. He hardly even noticed his mane had come loose, long tousles of silky-softness spilling this way and that.

But then...

His delight was cut short as Charlotte snatched the paper from his hand. In his delirious happiness, he hadn’t even noticed her clopping down the stairs to stand before him.

"What do we have here, mmm? Finally heard back from Cloppendales?" Charlotte teased. He tried to snatch the letter back, but she danced away from him. She clip-clopped this way and that, the naughty harlot effortlessly keeping the paper out of his grip.

“H-hey!” Ashley grabbed for it, hurling himself against Charlotte’s body... and nearly bouncing off the soft swell of her package. Charlotte had a few advantages over him, to say nothing of the difference in height and weight. Even his most desperate efforts were more a source of humour for her than concern.

"Give it baaaack!" sniffled the little stallion.

Charlotte chewed her lip. Her eyes rolled back slightly, a bright blush rising to her face. She just couldn't control herself when he begged like that. "Soooorry, Ashy. It's mine now~! Mine, mine, mine!"

Charlotte laughed sweetly. She planted her free hand on Ashley's face, her much longer arms extremely effective in stunting his efforts. He started out straining against her hand, then wrapped his hands around her bicep and squeezed. “Nnhhhhh... Give it baaaack~” he whined.

Charlotte laughed coyly. "Oop. You know I can't help myself when I see you have something I want, sweetie!"

She bumped him with her breasts, firmly pushing the stallion down. Satisfied, still smiling and wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes, Charlotte looked at the paper.

She frowned. "Huh."

Ash touched his fingertips together, looking meek all of a sudden. He didn't quite like that tone.

"What is it, Charlotte?"

“‘You have been invited by the ‘Alchemy Council of Manehattan’ to give a guest lecture on...’” Charlotte paused, and when she spoke again her voice carried obvious disbelief at the message’s contents.

“‘Your experiences... and interactions... with hyper-virile mares?!’ What does that even have to do with alchemy, anyway?” she scoffed. Charlotte glanced sideways at innocent, wide-eyed Ashley.

Ashley pumped his fists. “Lots of things! Having your experiments washed away by off-white flash floods for one thing!”

Charlotte rolled her eyes as she continued to read. “‘The fledgling society, sponsored for the first time by Manehattan’s own “Madame Mystique”, is an opportunity for alchemists bold and bright to share their extensive knowledge with the...’ blah blah blah...”

Charlotte struck the paper with the back of a hand, frowning. "This all smells a little fishy, if you ask me."

Ashley harumphed, and stuck his tongue out. “The only fishy-smelling around here is your bedroom! And the couch! And the kitchen table!”

He might have stomped away, if not for a stray thought occurring to him out of the blue.

“Waait a second!” Ashley said, putting on a small, yet sly smile. “You’re just jealous I got invited and you didn’t! Well, I can’t help it if the Alchemy Council recognized I’m the better alchemist!”

Charlotte coughed. She didn’t want to hurt the poor colt’s feelings, so she shifted her weight, moving to stand between him and the shelving on the far side of the room. Behind her, the wall positively glowed with shelves lined with Charlotte’s awards and certificates and trophies for Alchemical Excellence… and a dinky, bronze-plated Honorable Mention plaque for Ashley at the end.

She could have pointed all that out... but it seemed terribly rude to pop Ashy’s bubble so easily. The last time she’d mentioned something like that it had ended in a whole day of the big-booty stallion flopping about his room, only to be lured out in the evening with promises of a big tub of icecream.

It had all gone straight to his thighs last time, and doubtless would again.

Charlotte twiddled her fingers together. What to do, what to do… “Well, when you put it like that, Ashy, maybe you’re right!” She handed him his letter back and wrapped an arm round his neck. She firmly squished his cherubic cheek up against her warm, inviting bosom. “I guess it’s time everyone finally noticed just how good you are at handling fluids!”

“H-huh?” Ashley stammered. He’d have expected any reaction out of her but that!

Despite what he’d said a moment ago, Ashy doubled back. “You’re not mad? Really? I mean... They think I might be a better alchemist than you...”

“Noooo, of course not!” Charlotte rebutted. She angled him ever so slightly away from her trophy shelf. “In fact, I want to come with you and cheer you on! You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah…” Ashley whispered, his eyes starry with the image of adoring alchemists cheering his name. The idea of all the prettiest, most talented apprentices in the field hanging on his every word had him shaking with joy, hysteria, or both. “Yeah, I will! I might even need your help carting back all the trophies they give me!”

“Mm!” Charlotte agreed. “And just because you’re my sweet Ashy-boo, I’ll even get us a nice, big hotel room, with a cozy bed and a do-not-disturb sign! Juuust in case you find yourself any adoring fans~”

“Adoring fans!” Ashley gasped. Without wasting another second, he wriggled himself out of Charlotte’s grip. He dashed up to his room, dainty hooves clipping and clopping on the stairs. “Pack your bags! We’re off to Manehattan!”

Well-grounded suspicions or not, Charlotte was very happy to be back in Manehattan.

The bright and glamorous city held allure for even the most rustic of farm-ponies... so it didn't take long for a high-life-lovin' gal like her to forget her troubles and drink in all the sights and sounds.

And besides, Ashley beside her quickly made him the perfect foil for her excitement. For possibly the first time since they'd met, she was the drop in his bucket... any amount of lip-biting giddiness Charlotte displayed paled in comparison to the way the stallion gawked and gaped over every little thing, waggling his tail as he plastered his nose to various shop windows. It wasn’t long before her purse felt the ache of all their impulse buys, but the big smile on the stallion's face as he tried on new outfits - tight spandex pants in particular - was surprisingly infectious.

They checked in at the hotel, dropped off their things and enjoyed a pair of long, leisurely washes. Changing into their pyjamas, the two chatted amicably before finally collapsing onto the room's only king-sized bed together.

Too tired to do much of anything, they drifted into a deep sleep, Ashy's head cradled to Charlotte's chest.

Come next morning, Ashley awoke to instead find his nose all but hilted between Charlotte's nuts. The warm, pulsing weight of her cock rested atop his head.

“Ack!” he gasped, scrambling back with such speed he nearly fell out of bed. He wandered his hand up to his mane, fingers coming back down glazed in a long, sticky strand of gooey white. “Chaaar!”

“Mm?” Charlotte’s eyes fluttered open. She sat up, stretching with a great, big rumbling yawn.

“Hahaha!” Charlotte’s smile shone brighter than the morning sun, lighting up the frizzy halo of hair framing her features. She certainly looked like she’d slept well... something further confirmed by the mess she’d left all over Ashy’s mane. “What’s the matter, Ashy-boo? Did you fall out again? You’re such a restless sleeper!”

“I’m the restless sleeper?” Ash’s plump little cheeks lit up red. “Y-you’re the one who keeps leaving all the sheets sticky! Not to mention my mane…” He scooped a blob of Charlotte-spunk out of his once-flowing, now-dripping locks, and groaned. “What a disaster!”

“Re - lax!” Charlotte said, shimmying out of bed. The great beast between her thighs, that had left their shared bed a swamp of sexuality, swayed to and fro. Now it left fresh trails of seed along the carpets.

Charlotte poured herself a steaming mug of coffee - the most important potion ever invented - and grinned. “You know, cum is actually a very traditional cure for bedhead!”

She winked, tongue stuck out ever so slyly. “You’d know that if you’d studied more, Ashy!”

“I-I did know that!” Ash stammered. His blush passed crimson and went straight to scarlet. “And who’s getting invited to the Alchemy Fair, again? Maybe I was just planning to show off my mane as proof!”

Her cheeky laughter followed Ashley as he dashed straight to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Muffled sounds of a hot shower soon followed.

By the time Ashley was satisfied with the state of his hairdo, Charlotte had already finished off her own morning routine, and had adjourned downstairs to begin a very satisfying breakfast.

She chatted with the waitress in-between forkfuls of pancakes. “So, this Madame Mystique! I’ve never heard of her in Ponyville. Is she more famous around Manehattan?”

The waitress might have given her an answer, too, if not for Ashley stumbling down the stairs, pointing at the hanging clock overhead and squawking like a gryphon! "Ack! Charlotte, we're going to be late!"

He hopped around the table and attempted to extricate the curvaceous largeness that was Charlotte from her chair. He tried for a few more moments.

Eventually, she took enough pity to slowly rise on her own, hauling a roomy coat on over her typical shirt-and-skirt combo. Today's shirt slogan simply read PERPETUALLY HORNY in bold neon letters. Not so much a tease as a plain statement of fact.

They arrived at the Alchemist's Fair within the hour.

As Charlotte and Ashley clip-clopped through the great front archway of the Alchemist's Fair and onto domino-patterned floor tiles, she was heard to whistle very appreciatively. World-infamous investigative journalist Sticky Keys would have called this place "a jumpin' shindig", and she would have been right.

The entrance hall was all-white, except where it was black. Monochromatic starkness stretched ahead of the pair as far as the eye could see, eventually terminating in a chalk-and-ash-coloured staircase; wide enough to fit two horse-drawn carriages rising up to the sky... and seemingly beyond. Four great marble pillars cordoned the grand room, each placed on distant outskirts.

Mysterious doors were everywhere, blending in so well Charlotte barely saw them. They added weight to her suspicion that this seemingly-complete theatre was just one organ of a much-larger creature.

It wasn't at all what Charlotte had expected. When she thought of the cutting-edge of alchemy her mind wandered to industrial-grey boiler rooms, or to wobbling beakers perched on rickety wooden tables... Was this the new face of Charlotte's trade, then? The cavalcade of nouveau art stylings was such a sensationalist assault on the eyes it made her head spin.

So she looked at the ponies instead. All around the room, various alchemists and scientists had already erected workstations bristling with ponderous machinery and proliferous paperwork... To a stallion, their Cutie Marks boasted symbols similar to Charlotte's own. She mentally ticked them off one after another as they bustled about monstrous, overgrown devices.

There was Curiosity, Curie to his friends. There was Aqua Regia and his assistant Nitric... Doctor Up N. Atom demonstrated the properties of a shrinking potion for a large crowd of business-ponies.

"Madame Mystique seems to have gathered some of Equestria's top minds." Charlotte nudged Ashley in the ribs. "Looks like you'll fit right in!"

But something about this place wasn't quite right to Charlotte’s mind. When she realized Ashy was too busy drooling to respond, it confirmed her suspicions.

In short, this place swam with sex.

At first Charlotte had thought it must be her imagination. But the longer she looked, the more certain she felt. Behind every machine, or in every crowd, Amazonian mares moved. Abundantly full-figured bodies bulging out of cocktail dresses - often tramping about in leg-slits right up to the hip - were the norm here, rather than the exception.

Where the alchemists themselves barely looked like they'd so much as run a comb through their manes, these glamorous, arm-candy strumpets uniformly tossed about styles that spilled luxuriously down their shoulders. Half their number swathed their shoulders in oversized mink stoles and shawls.

Even as they assisted the boys - it was dawning on Charlotte that all the alchemists were stallions - with their presentations, they did so like flighty schoolgirls. They handled pointer sticks like riding crops, sensuously massaged beakers and potions, and giggled at the lamest of science jokes. One 5’6” nerd told a gag so old it was practically fossilized, and received an adoring smooch on the forehead from a 6'8" Goddess.

Green rubber gloves had never looked so out of place as they did on these girls... they all looked ready for a night on the town, not in the lab! Any long hours and sleepless nights they ever had doubtless came from passionate, bed-busting sex, not painstaking research.

And there were so many of them, too.

Charlotte clucked her tongue. She certainly wasn’t about to complain about an abundance of curvy targets, but... something felt off. She’d seen more than enough honeypots in her time to know this smacked of one as thoroughly as the thick-lipped mouths of those bamboozlingly-beautiful booth babes.

“You’d think there would be more alchemists at an Alchemy Fair, don’t you, Ashy?” Charlotte mused. “This Madame Mystique seems to have brought more bimbos than beakers!”

She’d expected an answer, or at least a sigh of puppy-like longing, but neither was forthcoming. Charlotte grew doubly suspicious.

“Ashy?” She whirled about, only to see that her darling apprentice had wandered off without so much as a by-your-leave! “Now, where could that naughty colt have scampered off to? Doesn’t he know he’s not safe without me?”

Charlotte soon discovered that trying to find Ashley in the hustle and bustle of the Alchemist’s Fair was like trying to find a svelte, slender needle in a curvy, full-bodied haystack. Every which way she turned, there was so much happening that Charlotte struggled to take it all in!

Her gaze slid instinctively off the avant-garde presentations and locked onto the model-class mares standing by them. Even with Ashley on the loose, she could hardly help focusing on the thick-set hips, the bouncing, jiggling busts, or the rich red lips. Some primal, powerful part of Charlotte honed in on such things like a heat-seeking missile. The most primal, powerful part of her already engorged with desire.

“Focus, focus…” Charlotte rapped herself gently on the head, turning away from a floozy who would look positively precious with a ten-gallon cum belly. Ordinarily, she would have been a wolf amongst sheep. But with her precious Ashy-boo all alone in such a den of alchemical debauchery, she switched from predator to protector.

Charlotte decided to look at everything but the magnetically attractive mares: Aqua Regia’s presentation on aqua regia, a flashy demonstration of the Apple family’s shiny new iDistiller, the little tuft of silver mane poking out over the counter of an abandoned booth…

...Wait just a second.