A Swan Amongst The Ducklings

Fancy was sitting comfortably in his reading chair when Fleur burst into the bedroom, her bosom heaving as she tried to draw in air.

“Did you have a good talk?” he asked, turning the page.

“Fancy, I... I believe I may have bitten off more than I can chew.” Fleur said, looking around for any place to hide. She quickly disrobed, having to actually peel her panties off, and threw her clothing into the closet. If Luna was tracking her by scent it would buy her an extra second or two.

He laughed softly. “I did warn you.”

“Over one thousand years,” she said pointedly.

“Since?”

“Since she last had a lover!”

He whistled very softly. “Well, that certainly is quite a while.”

She dashed behind a curtain, using it to cover herself. “I need a moment to think. She is... très passionnée.”

“I would think that to be a good thing.”

Fleur shook her head, trying to calm her beating heart. She had never been this excited and fearful since she and Fancy had first joined. It was one thing to lead some young and relatively innocent younger pony into bed, or an older pony who was looking for a thrill in his sad little life. Doing so with somepony who was important (not to mention more eager than any she had ever seen) was a league all of its own.

Over one thousand years!

Luna was very, very excited, but if her first experience in so very long wasn’t satisfactory... Fleur felt a mounting pressure on her heart, and it squeezed blood in a fresh rush to the rest of her body, hammering even faster than before. The prospect of disappointing Luna in this way was even worse than driving her away with unwanted advances.

“Where are you, my little flower?” Luna called out from the hallway.

Fleur could hear the sound of opening and closing doors, and thanked her lucky stars that they had so many guest bedrooms. She also realized that Luna had never actually gotten to see where the master bedroom was, and was in for a treat once she found it—

Focus! She will find it soon enough, and you must be ready when she does.

But she was not, and no amount of hiding would make her so. She stepped from behind the curtain, awaiting her fate.

Fancy raised a single eyebrow in question, and she shushed him with a silent motion. He rolled his eyes, and got back to his reading.

“Are you in here?” Luna sang out into the next room she opened. After a few moments, a sad little ‘No...’ could be heard, followed by the sound of the door closing.

Luna was getting much closer, and Fleur still did not know what to do. Her little princess seemed to be treating the pursuit as a game, but Fleur genuinely felt hunted, and worried about how she was going to deal with being caught.

She should have foreseen all of this. How many times had she been on the opposite side of things? It was exciting, and enticing, and she would spoil Luna’s good time if she let on how very nervous she was.

“In here?! No...”

Fleur looked around the room for anything that could help her buy just a little time. Hiding would only work for so long, and running was similarly problematic. Her gaze hit upon a silly display on the wall containing a pair of crossed fencing swords, and she had her answer.

She rarely fenced with anypony but Fancy these days, but years of lessons did not go away entirely. The display in question had a small placard on it emblazoned with the words: First Place. Below them was a black and white photograph of a much younger Fleur, one who would have been quite shocked to learn that the elder was considering challenging a Princess to a duel out of blind desperation and panic. That Fleur had much simpler problems, such as how to make a living with no real skills save for a modest talent with a blade. It had made her fit and tone, however.

She drew one of the blades smoothly in her magic, plucking the other and carrying it with hilt up and blade away from her body. She did not question whether Luna had ever fenced before, as the sport was said to have predated Equestria itself, and it had always been a sport of the nobility. She also did not question how long she might be able to fend Luna off with the distraction, simply hoping for long enough. But the younger Fleur would have said something much different. She had always been steadfast when faced with a tough opponent. Fleur took a deep breath, and took some courage from the resolve in her younger self’s eyes. That Fleur could have held Luna at bay, that Fleur would have chided her for being soft and weak. Her eyes hardened. She could be that Fleur again.

She stepped out into the hallway with purpose, holding her own sword at the ready and tossing the other at Luna as soon as the Princess emerged from another guest bedroom a scant three doors away from the master bedroom.

Luna caught it, looking surprised, but she readied her blade quickly enough. “Are we dueling for my honor, Dame?”

“I promised you sport, did I not?” Fleur said through clenched teeth, affecting a smile that she didn’t truly feel. “En garde, Princesse!”

Luna brought her sword to bear, and the hallway became filled with the sound of steel clashing on steel.

“Dame, as much as I enjoy our game, you don’t need to—” Luna quickly blocked a jab that would have notched her ear. “—go so far for me!”

“I only wish for you to enjoy yourself, Luna.” Fleur replied as she riposted smoothly. “You are a dear friend and a treasured guest!”

Despite her prowess, Fleur was no match at all for Luna’s speed and control. She was being driven, slowly but surely, into the bedroom, and it didn’t escape her attention that the general direction was towards the large canopied master bed.

“I am, I assure you, but there are surely other games we could play?” Luna casually flicked aside a desperate lunge at her chest, catching Fleur up in her arms as both swords went clattering to the ground. She kissed Fleur, and for a time, Fleur saw nothing but the night sky in Luna’s mane, and felt nothing but Luna’s passion.

Fleur slipped from Luna’s arms, dropping low and backing away swiftly. “Ah, but that would be skipping to the main-course, ma petite!” she replied with a manic little giggle, feeling giddy from the lack of air.

Luna pouted, watching Fleur dance around the large bed. “Perhaps I will have an appetizer instead!” She announced, turning to Fancy Pants who was studiously reading despite the commotion. Stalking over to him, she lowered his book with her magic. “Pardon Us, Sir Pants. Art thou on tonight’s menu?”

He shrugged, returning her lusty gaze with one of surprise. “I can be, if you like. I’d supposed this night to be for the two of you, but I certainly wouldn’t like to leave a guest wanting.”

Luna nodded, her gaze smoldering as she took him in. “We feel greedy for asking such, but our need is greater still than any shame We might feel,” she crawled up onto his lap, kissing him as her lips met his.

Fancy met her forceful kiss with an equal measure of his own, neither yielding to her nor attempting to overpower her. He was a deceptively strong stallion, as Fleur herself had learned over the years, and his will was not one that would succumb to others easily. Fleur watched with interest, as he always seemed to act a little differently with each duckling, seeming to know what they needed to be comfortable.

“You are more accommodating than your wife.” Luna said as she broke the kiss, settling down on his chest, a tone of mild complaint in her voice. “Or perhaps I am merely impatient. Do you think I ask too much?”

“Not at all, Princess. I suspect Fleur is feeling just a teensy bit of nerves, surprising as that might seem.”

“Fancy!” Fleur exclaimed, outraged.

“Sorry, my love. It was that or let you two continue to dance, and as much fun as it is to watch, I think our guest grows ever more needy and confused for it.”

Luna’s ears perked up as she listened to the two of them talk, her head tilting to one side as she looked at Fancy. “Truly? Thou art not playing at a farce?”

“Not at the moment, Luna. Fleur considers you to be a very special guest, but when she heard of just how long you’d been without, I fear it gave her a bit of a start.”

“Fancy... please...” Fleur whispered, her face burning in shame.

Luna turned her head to face Fleur, seeing at last that her normally confident-looking friend was shrinking in on herself as she huddled in the corner. “Dame, why didn’t you just say you were nervous?”

Fleur squeaked, turning away from Luna’s gaze.

“She has her pride, Princess. I assure you, she wants to please you, but the enormity of it seems to be weighing heavily. I’d suggest a slightly slower approach. I could help you, if you want.”

“Perhaps it would be best if we simply attempt this at another time.” Luna said with a sigh. “I was... overeager.”

Fancy shook his head. “Not at all, Luna. And perhaps I misspoke. If Fleur is a bit tense over feeling pressured, I’d be happy to be your appetizer while she readies the ‘main course’, as it were.”

Luna mused for a moment, and as Fleur dared to raise her head she could see that the Princess’s tail was twitching, hiking upwards and displaying a dampness beneath. “Neither of you would mind this?” she asked, sounding both doubtful and hopeful.

“Not at all, ma petite!” Fleur said quickly. “You are a guest! I only ask that you pardon me for being such a poor hostess. But my Fancy will be more than able to meet your needs while I... collect myself.”

Luna pursed her lips, still seeming unsure. “We admit to a preference of the softer sex, as stallions tend towards brutish displays, and We have no interest in such. However, Our need is such that We would welcome such brutishness. Also, We believe Sir Pants to be a rare specimen of his sex, one who knows the value of control, but still can exert force at need. Have We judged correctly, good sir?”

“I do know my way around, yes.” Fancy replied with no trace of bragging.

Luna took one last look at Fleur, who nodded encouragingly. “If it would be permissible, We would request that Sir Pants mount Us,” she said after a moment. “We wish to be rutted like a filthy trollop.”

Despite herself, Fleur let out a sudden laugh, her face flushed as Luna turned to face her once more.

“Excusez-moi, ma petite,” Fleur said, finding it was very difficult to keep the smile off her face. “Your request struck my funny bone.”

“We did not speak in jest.” Luna replied. “We wish to be bred like some common strumpet. We ache for it.”

Fleur stared at Luna for a long moment, uncertain what to say.

“She is aguest, Fleur.” Fancy said pointedly.

Fleur glared at him, but he only returned her gaze with that same unflappable calm. “Yes, and a guest should be treated with courtesy!” she replied with a huff. “Fine, but remember to stretch first.”

Luna gazed down into Fancy’s eyes, smiling slowly. “Truly? Thou would grant Our desire?”

“I could hardly ignore a lady in need, Princess,” he replied with a chuckle. “Let me up, please. I’ll need to prepare.”

“Do... do We need to aid you?” Luna asked as she got up from off of his chest.

Fancy let out a good-natured harrumph. “Fear not, Princess. I can rise to the occasion quite easily." He smiled at her and motioned towards the bed with his head. "Just relax. Fleur and I will take care of everything."

Fleur fumed just a little as she watched Fancy slowly stretch each of his muscle groupings. He’d essentially pulled house rules on her, and it infuriated her. She’d wanted Luna’s experience to be gentle, and sensual, but when a new guest was invited up, it wasn’t just about Fancy’s or Fleur’s wishes, it was about making the guest comfortable. Little fun could be had by giving them a poor experience.

She let out a little huff, switching her attention to Luna instead. Fancy was right, as he usually was. Comfort was his talent, after all. “Come here, ma petite. Sit with me.”

Luna did as she was bid, seeming unsure of what she was meant to be doing. “Thank you. Both of you.”

Fleur regarded her friend with a single raised eyebrow. “It is too soon to thank me, I think. I will let you thank Fancy when he has left you breathless and limp.”

That seemed to relax Luna, albeit just a little. It was very odd for Fleur to be seeing her in this way. One moment the huntress, the next somewhat shy and reserved. “I will thank him for that as well. He would be the first if he succeeds.”

Fleur gathered Luna close to her, putting her hooves upon the princess’ shapely shoulders just above her wings and giving her a gentle yet firm massage. “You have poor history with stallions, ma cherie?”

A head shake followed. “None, really. We... I find them attractive, in their way, but few have dared approach me. There were two knights who fought for my favor with great deeds... who then proceeded to get themselves slain in the pursuit. Their feats became the stuff of legends... I admit I wondered, at times, if I should not have just taken them both to my room... Likely I would have been disappointed twice in one night. Knights of my age were known for strength, not stamina.”

Fleur laughed as she nuzzled into Luna’s mane. “Yes, there is that. Well, my Fancy is very different than what you have known.”

“You—” Luna gasped as Fleur hit a particularly tense muscle. “You both are.”

Fleur hugged her arms around Luna. “I suppose we must be. One thousand years... such a long time.”

“We did not mean to trouble thee with that, Dame. We were... very excited.”

The hug tightened. “I am sorry I reacted poorly, ma petite.”

“We’ll forgive thee, if thou wilt do Us the same favor in kind.”

“Already done.” Fleur craned her neck up to whisper in Luna’s ear. “Are you excited? He is nearly ready, you know.”

“For what reason does he feel he needs to ready himself? We had thought this to be over in a matter of moments.”

Fleur chuckled, nipping at the edge of Luna’s ear. “Not my Fancy.”

A polite cough drew their eyes to them, and Fleur sighed appreciatively. He stood before them, entirely nonchalantly, with his shaft jutting out at its full, glorious extension.

Luna let out a little gasp, whispering: “Is that the elephant he kept referring to?”

“Well, milady? May I have this dance?” Fancy asked with a little twinkle in his eye.

“Are we supposed to dance, now?” Luna asked, still looking down, seemingly unable to keep her eyes away.

“I’ll lead, princess.” He approached her with quiet confidence, and Fleur felt a surge of jealousy. Not of Luna, but of Fancy, for being able to stay that cool while he made himself ready to mount a living goddess in pony form. Fleur released her hold on the princess, crawling up the bed and lying back against the pillows, making herself comfortable.

Fancy took Luna’s hoof, gently helping her to rise and stand alongside him. He kissed her, and Luna’s wings slowly rose from her side, extending out in something Fleur often saw when their guest was of the pegasi variety. Fancy’s face quirked up in a little grin as he saw the display, recognizing it for the compliment it was.

He was about to rear up, and Luna’s eyes widened, her wings snapping shut. “Wait!”

Fancy settled back down, looking at her quizzically.

“Sorry, sorry,” Luna muttered, her face flushed, and her wings straining to spring back up at her sides. Apparently whatever was bothering her wasn’t a lack of enthusiasm. “I... I need to take precautions.”

Fleur exchanged a look with Fancy, who subtly shrugged. “If you feel the need, Princess. I’ve already cast a contraceptive spell—”

“No...” Luna’s eyes widened as she realized what he had said. “Truly? Tis good to know, but I fear I may be... too loud while we couple.”

“Well... the bedroom is soundproofed—” Fancy said, looking a little nonplussed.

Luna shook her head furiously. “I do not fear others overhearing us so much as I fear causing injury to your ears.”

Fleur laughed suddenly, eventually quieting when Luna did not join in. “Ma petite? Are you being serious?”

“Quite serious. I once bested a windigo with the power of my voice against his. Twas quite the explosion. Ponies could hear our battle from far and wide.”

Fancy exchanged a somewhat concerned look with Fleur. “I suppose I could hold back to avoid you becoming too excited—”

“No!” Luna said quickly. “I will not have that. Give me a moment, please. A dear friend taught me how to affect a more quiet and sweet tone,” she closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, then opened her mouth to say in the barest whisper: “How is this?”

After a moment or two of Luna’s expectant look, Fancy replied: “I think you might have overdone it.”

Luna opened her mouth once more, and this time the whisper was slightly more audible. “We cannot be too careful, Sir Pants. Please, we wish to continue.” she lowered her head, raising both her wings and tail in a silent but meaningful beckoning.

“Pity.” Fancy said regretfully. “I appreciate your concern, but I should have loved to hear your utterances, even if it was the last thing I did hear.” He nuzzled against her large wings as he circled around her several times. “You are a singular beauty, Luna. I count myself honored.”

Luna shuddered, a drop of sweat dripping off the end of her nose, her mouth open and panting. Though she had intended to lay back and watch, Fleur approached, biting her lip as she stopped and stood a modest distance away from them. She exchanged a look with Fancy, which he returned with a question in his eyes. On any other night, with any other partner, he would not have hesitated in the least. She held his gaze, and nodded firmly, mouthing silently the words ‘I love you’.

He smiled, turning his attention back to the needy princess before him. Fleur watched in rapt attention as Fancy reached up with his long, slender neck to take Luna’s wing shank gently in his mouth and bit down firmly on it. Luna’s reaction was immediate and startling as she shrieked in surprise, her wings standing straight out. A quick glance at other areas revealed that Luna was more than ready for the rutting she’d begged for, as a small pool of moisture was gathering on the floor below her thighs, small rivulets of it matting the short pelt on her legs.

“Fancy,” Fleur said, barely even registering that her hoof that had snuck its way between her own legs while she was watching them both: “I think you tease her cruelly. Let’s sate that great hunger of hers.”

“Please!” Luna said, the whisper almost approaching normal speaking volume in her urgency.

“Your wish is my command, Princess.” Fancy said, though whether it was to Fleur or Luna was unclear, and unimportant. He reared up, resting his hooves upon Luna’s flanks. She was slightly taller than Fleur herself, but at his full height Fancy still looked comfortable resting his weight on Luna’s backside. He positioned the flared head at Luna’s dripping entrance, his hips poised and ready, and in a smooth relentless motion drove himself home.

Luna’s eyes bulged, and she stuffed a wing in her mouth just before screaming into it. Fancy stood stock still, letting Luna adjust to his size before moving. Fleur was honestly quite impressed, as he’d managed to get the bulk of himself inside, though there was still roughly a third of him left before he was hilted. She herself had only managed half their first time, as his girth was more than she’d ever had to accommodate from her previous lovers.

Fancy began moving once more, and Fleur spread her labia, running her hoof up and down in time to Fancy’s thrusts, shuddering as Luna let out a little squeal of urgency. “I’m fairly certain she’s—” Fleur took in a quick breath as another shudder rocked her, “She’s urging you to go a bit faster, mon cœur.”

“‘Arder!” Luna squealed out around the wing.

“Harder as well,” Fleur said without missing a beat.

Luna nodded frantically, spitting her wing out for long enough to take a deep gasp of air. “Ahhh!” she squealed as Fancy managed to plunge a few inches deeper, which was more of him than Fleur herself could take. Luna’s wings strained, almost as if she planned to take flight that very second, and beads of sweat were running from just under her crown. Her mouth was wide open, letting out a gust of air every time Fancy filled her, and her eyes were squeezed shut as she did everything she could just to keep on her feet.

Fancy himself was beginning to flag, which amazed Fleur. Despite Luna’s more than copious wetness her labia clung to his member every time he withdraw, seemingly not wanting to let him go. It was only supreme force of will that was allowing him to soldier on, for he never allowed himself release before the guest. He rocked Luna in his grasp, thrusting into her with enough force and speed to satisfy her more than evident lust, but nothing he ever did could be called rough.

Except for his breathing, Fleur amended, her eyes wide and staring as she feverously clopped herself. Beads of sweat dripped down his nose, and his breath came in great heaving gusts. He was throwing himself into this act, and though it was Luna below him, the love that inspired him was their own. In a sudden move, she reached up with her other foreleg and wrapped it around his neck, kissing him fervently as he continued to rail Luna as she had demanded of him.

Fleur, unlike Fancy, was fast approaching her own peak, and had no inclination to restrain herself. And from the sounds of things, Fancy did not have much longer to wait himself. She knew what it was to be in Luna’s place very, very well, and judging from the quickened breath, the painfully flared wings, and her glowing eyes—

She started a bit upon seeing that. Glowing eyes were definitely a first.

“Fill your princess, We demand it!” Luna bellowed out at a volume that caused Fleur’s ears to ring for a moment or two.

Fleur shuddered again, clutching at Fancy as she came, a languid smile on her face. She allowed herself to fall from his side as she felt him rear back, giving him one more kiss as she did so. She was a lucky, lucky mare to have wed this stallion.

Fancy groaned loudly as he thrust inside Luna all the way to his hips, so deep that Fleur could make out a very small bulge in Luna’s abdomen. Luna opened her mouth wide, and though Fleur did not hear a thing coming from her, several crystal shot glasses and one half full bottle of brandy shattered in an explosion of shards and liquid all over their sitting room table in the other room.

Fancy, Luna, and Fleur stood there, the former two locked together so tightly that Fleur doubted either could have moved even if they wanted to. Slowly, Luna’s wings drooped to the ground. She panted heavily, her legs still straining to keep her upright. Fancy had allowed himself to rest the bulk of his upper body on her backside, his head between her wings and his tail drooping down to the ground. Below them both, a small pool of their collected fluids had gathered, though far less than Fleur would have expected. Apparently most of it was still trapped inside of Luna...

Fleur found that thought insanely arousing. She was going to have a lot of fun helping Luna clean up once they finally uncoupled. She shuddered once again as another little aftershock threatened to make her knees buckle.

Fancy slowly withdrew himself from Luna, kissing the nape of her neck as he unhooked his forelegs from her barrel. Luna continued to try to catch her breath, her head hanging low, the crown having slipped from her mane to clatter upon the ground.

“We...” Luna cleared her throat. “Forgive Us. We may need a brief moment. And something to drink.”

Fancy had slowly and ponderously managed to make his way to the bar, and was already fetching out a bottle of chilled Chateau Pone-Canet. “Momentarily, Luna,” he said, laying out three glasses in a row.

Luna turned her head towards him, her mane seeming oddly limp and falling around her shoulders in a wave of blacks and midnight blues. “Is he always thus?” she demanded to know as she turned to Fleur.

“Actually, no. You’ve managed to wind him badly,” Fleur replied with wide eyes.

“This... this is him winded?” Luna asked, her eyes wide and disbelieving. “I... I see why you married him,” she took a step forward, looking like a newborn foal using her legs for the first time. “Please, I need to sit for a time." She looked back at herself, and added: "And I need towels; many, many, towels."

Fleur let out a musical little laugh, circling around Luna to regard the fruit of her dear husband’s labors. “Nonsense, ma petite. You have but to crawl up onto the bed, and enjoy a glass of wine.”

Luna did as she was bid, looking back at Fleur curiously. “You do not mind? We are certain to leak upon your bedding.”

“Shhhh.” Fleur said, taking the glass from her husband’s magic and downing it with one long gulp. “The guest never worries about cleanup, ma cherie.” She then began licking up every trace of moisture on Luna’s thighs as if on an ice cream cone that threatened to melt over its edges.

Luna started in surprise, but in time settled in and let Fleur continue, letting out the occasional little gasp or croon. “Is— Ah! Is this the main course?”

Fancy settled down on the bed next to Luna, bringing the bottle with him. “Not at all! She’s merely cleaning the table.”

Some time later, when she was satisfied that Luna would no longer be dripping every time she moved, Fleur abandoned her perch on Luna’s legs, wriggling her way in between Luna and her Fancy. She looked at Luna with a wicked smiled on her face, then gave the Princess a kiss on her nose. “Well, you are less famished now, oui? Did Fancy whet your appetite?”

“He... did so much more than that.” Luna said with a little blush. “You are a lucky mare, Fleur.”

“Oh, I know it well, ma petite.” Fleur said, turning over to give Fancy a kiss, then turning back to Luna. “Well, we can proceed with the next course when you are ready. I apologize for making you wait.”

Luna shook her head ruefully. “No, Dame, that was my fault. I did not think. I assumed you were as excited as I was.”

Fleur laughed lightly, stroking up and down Luna’s chest with a forehoof. “Do not mistake my nervousness for lack of passion! I simply did not wish to disappoint you.”

“Disappoint me...” Luna allowed the words to trail off. “Dame, there is no way you can.”

“But... you said your last—”

“Was over one thousand years ago, yes. Night Blossom. She was a spirited thing. I named a species of flower after her. I will miss her.” Luna replied with a slightly somber tone. “But she is long gone, Dame. There will never be another like her. Just as I will never meet another Fleur De Lis,” she turned to Fancy, who was lounging on the bed sipping at his wine. “I will certainly never find another like Sir Pants. You are a rare and wonderful stallion, good sir.”

“Pleasure to be of service,” Fancy said with a chuckle. “Quite literally.”

Luna lay her head down on one of her forelegs, blowing at a strand of her mane which had strayed from the rest to tickle at her nose. “She would have liked you both, I think...” Luna sighed heavily, then picked herself up on her forelegs. “Dame... while We appreciate your efforts, perhaps could I make use of your shower? I feel... sticky.”

Fleur nodded quickly. “Of course, ma petite! Whatever will make you feel comfortable.”

Luna nodded, getting up slowly and stopping at the edge of the bed to lean over and give Fleur an affectionate kiss. “Let me freshen up, then. I’ll rejoin you shortly.”

Fleur watched Luna leave, a little frown forming on her face once she was sure Luna could not see.

She will return, clean and happy, she thought, trying not to let nerves overtake her once more. To that end, she rolled back over to face her Fancy, snuggling up to him and kissing his nose. “You did so well, mon cœur!”

“Only doing my part, dearest. Honestly, I didn’t expect to be called on, but I didn’t mind in the least.” He wrapped an arm around her, drawing her close. “Sorry for spilling the beans.”

She shook her head, burying it deep into his embrace. “It’s fine. I thought I could stall, and stall, and everything would be fine. It was not fine. I was...” she paused, trying to remember a phrase she’d heard one of their ducklings say once, long ago. “ ‘Quacking inside my shoes’? Is that right?”

“Close enough,” he replied with a laugh. He kissed the top of her forehead.

They lay together for a time, the only sound being the water running in the shower and the beat of Fancy’s heart. Eventually, Fleur stirred, and Fancy released her from his embrace. She lay on the pillows next to him, watching the door intently.

“You could have joined her in the shower,” Fancy observed, passing another glass of wine to her in his magic.

“No, she wishes to be unsticky,” Fleur replied, forcibly turning away from the door to roll towards him. “I wish her to be comfortable.”

Fancy regarded her for a moment, then shook his head, letting out a sigh. “You’re still dancing.”

Fleur scowled at him, taking a sip of her wine. “I am... simply letting her set the pace.”

“You were doing just fine, then you let the mood cool. It’s not like you, dearest.”

“She is not like any of them.” Fleur countered. She finished off her wine, setting it down on the nightstand beside her. “Of course I treat her differently.”

“You do her a disservice. And furthermore you do all of the others a disservice if you think making love to Luna at your own pace is the wrong thing to do. None of them complained in the least. Several thanked you at the top of their lungs.”

Fleur considered his words for a long moment. He wasn’t wrong, but Fleur was uncertain whether she could ever just treat her little princess as anything but a precious friend after what she had gone through trying to make up with her. “Yes, but—”

Fancy merely held up a hoof, shaking his head. “You’re making excuses. It’s all right, you know. I understand if she unnerves you.”

“S-she does not—”

“She is wonderfully lovely, isn’t she? Such large wings.”

“Yes, she is very attractive, but—”

“And her mane, so very interesting. I wonder how it would look wet? Of course, it would be improper for me to look in on her uninvited. But you, that would be entirely fine, especially if you helped her wash the sweat away.”

Fleur looked at him speechlessly for some time, eventually turning to look at the bathroom door once more. “I should offer to help her,” she said with a blush she refused to show him.

“Now that’s a wonderful idea! I’ll be here if you need me,” he said, picking up the book he’d been reading. “Do tell me how it went later."

She turned back to him to stick her tongue out, only to find his eyes focused on the book. Instead, she blew him a kiss, then got up to follow Luna to the shower.